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cyn-write · 1 year

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TWST Yule Tide Song Fics

This is for Bunnwich Winter Event 2022! @bunnwich and @comingyourlugubriousness

This pair of short fics are inspired by songs from our world! All of them are Canon Characters X Oc but feel free to read them as Yuu or reader if you would like! Happy Holidays Everyone!

Characters: Azul and Rook (Seprately)

Ocs: Grace Wilde (Yuusona) and Eira Fox (TWST Lucifer/Roxanne)

Character Note: Eira is mute so when she signs I use ' to signify signing and " for spoken word.

Note: Songs will be linked and credited with each piece. I highly suggest listening to the songs while you read! Also, do not steal my work or plagiarize and the artwork belongs to the TWST game. Enjoy!

Azul x Cynthia: "Baby it's Cold Outside"

Grace rolled her wrists, hearing the satisfying crackles. The sound caught Azul's attention. He didn't realize how late it was.

"I better head out," Grace started to collect her books and notes, "Thanks for the study date."

Azul really didn't want Grace to leave. He felt bad for working the whole time when he meant to relax, but duty called. He got up from his chair and placed a hand on her things to try and halt her. "Why don't you stay for a little longer? We could have some tea, watch a movie, talk?"

"I really can't stay, Vil is pretty strict with curfew and I don't want to get either of us in trouble," Grace smiled as she watched her silver-haired love come closer as she packed her things.

"But Baby, It's cold outside," He smiled coyly as their game began.

"I've got to go away," She shook her head as she zipped up her book bag.

"But Pearl, It's cold outside," He leaned against the back of the couch so he was eye-level with his Gold-haired beauty.

Grace lifted her bag onto her shoulder. "This evening has been so, very nice."

Azul took her hands into his gloved ones and brushed his lips against her pale skin, feeling their naturally cold temperature, "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

She giggled as she rounded the couch with Azul still holding her hands, "Rook will be suspicious."

Azul pulled his pearl into his arms and brushed a stray hair behind her pointed ear, " Beautiful, what's your hurry?"

"Vil will be pacing the floor," She placed her arms around his neck and started to sway.

"Listen to the water roar," He swayed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Maybe just a drink more," Grace tilted her head and smiled.

"Put some music on while I pour." Azul smiled at his small victory and went to pour the two of them some tea.

"The Tweels might start to think we are up to something." She sat on the couch and put her bag down next to her.

"Dear, they always think we're up to something," Azul said handing her a cup of tea as he sits next to her.

Cyn takes a sip of the very strong tea, "Say, what's in this tea?"

"Peppermint, for the season," Azul took a sip as well and wrapped an arm around her waist again. "Your eyes are beautiful tonight, like sea shells," He kissed her temple after his compliment.

She giggled and put her cup down, "I wish I knew how to break this spell."

Azul moved closer as he ran his fingers through her hair, "Are you trying to hurt my pride?"

"You're very pushy, ya know, " Grace raised an eyebrow as she snuggled into his chest.

"I prefer to say.... opertunistic," He chuckled and rested his head on top of hers.

"Epel will be suspicious," She half-heartedly protested.

Azul smirked and placed a hand underneath her chin, "My, your lips look delicious. Did Vil give you a new lipstick?"

"Grim, will be there at the door," Cynthia looked up into her lover's eyes with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Like waves upon a tropical shore~"

"Ace and Deuce's mind will wonder."

"Seven, you look beautiful."

"Maybe just a half a drink more," Grace leaned in closer for a second before pulling her head and shaking her head. "No, no, I gotta get home."

Azul simply loved this game, "But love, you'll freeze out there."

Grace straightened her uniform, "Say, lend me your coat."

"It's ten below out there," Azul wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her.

"It's really been grand," she turned around in his arms.

"The thrill I get just holding your hand," He took one of her naturally cold hands and intertwined their fingers.

"But can't you see? I will get in trouble if I don't go," She squeezed his hand in hers.

Azul chuckled at her glee in tormenting him, "How can you do this thing to me?"

Grace shrugged in reply, "We are bound to talk tomorrow."

"Think of my lifelong sorrow," Azul pulled her closer to him and the two started to sway to the soft jazz music playing in the background. "if you disappeared or died."

Grace shook her head at Azul's suaveness that seemed to charm her every time, "At least there will be plenty implied."

"Baby, It's cold outside," Azul said wrapping her into a warm embrace that finally made her throw in the towel.

"All right, you win this round," She went onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.

"You were very persistent," Azul complemented, "More than usual even."

Grace giggled and shrugged, "What can I say, I like to be a difficult shrimpy."

"And that is why I love you," The two fell into the couch giggling and cuddling late into the frigged Yule evening.

Rook x Eira: "The Nutcracker Suit"

Rook always enjoyed the early winter mornings, watching the sunrise and revealing the newly laid snow and the silence that pierced the air. This particular Yuletide morn, he was surprised by the faint sound of music coming from the practice room around 5 o'clock in the morning.

The faint plucking of piano notes accompanied by violins. He followed the sound to the room where he saw a glorious and rare sight, Eira, his lovely little fox, dancing on point to the classic ballet of the toy soldier and his love. She was so entranced in her dance that she didn't notice the hunter creating up behind her to join in the dance.

She leaped and spun with ease. Her white, fluffy tail followed elegantly. Her White hair was wrapped in a tight bun. Her deep brown eye closed to help encapsulate her into the dance. Rook, of course, knew every step of the famous ballet. He has watched it every year since his boyhood and it still was a Yuletide favorite.

He slipped off his boots and silently creped behind her to join in. He almost had his hand on her waist when she suddenly turned and, with a pointed toe, tendu on eleve that had her looking directly into his eyes.

She signed, breaking the traditional movements of the dance, 'What are you doing here?'

Rook put on his signature smile and spoke back to his mute love, "Watching my lovely Chaton dance in the early morn. Is that a crime?"

'In some kingdoms, yes.' She signed back and went to pause her music. She had on a black leotard and white practice skirt that twirled as she moved.

"Well, mi chaton, here it is not." He came up behind her and watched as she took a few slips of water from her thermos. "Besides, how could I resist the temptations of the toy soldier? It is my favorite ballet of Yule Tide! I have seen it more times than I can count! I can recreate every step of the dance simply from how often I have seen it!"

Eira put down her thermos and smirked, 'Is that a bet?' she signed.

Rook shrugged "Possibly, what are the stakes?" he came closer to his fox, closing the gap in a few strides.

'If I win, your hat' Eira signed.

"What about if I win?" Rook placed his hands on the hips of his love as she thought.

After a second, she signed 'A kiss under the mistletoe.'

Rook smiled and offered his hand, "Well then, Mon Amor, be prepared for the kiss of passion."

With that, the bet was on. Eira restarted the song and took Rook's hand. They got into position, as the music softly began. Once the first notes rang, the pair went into full dancer mode. The Hunter and the Fox mirror the Toy Soldier and his Love step for step. Eira was impressed at her hunter's dancing ability, but she also had a few tricks up her sleeve. She turned in a different direction suddenly, moving the movement to a different part of the room, and Rook smoothly adapted. She added frills to her traditional dance to try and mess him up, but like the good hunter he is, rook quickly shifted and adapted to her movement, matching them to a t. Even in socks, he kept up with the ballerina. The two leaped, spun, lifted, and danced till the song's end, leaving them both with a glow of sweat that was illuminated by the rising sun.

Rook held her close long after the song ended. The Pas Du Deux was complete and Rook smiled at his chaton. He kissed her in the picturesque scene as the sun illuminated them from the back as snow started to gently fall.

Eira returned the kiss and went on point to look into her hunter's eyes. "That does not count as my victory kiss, no mistletoe." He chuckled as rolled her eyes.

'Fine,' she signed, 'But not in class, I don't want to listen to Trien lecture on proper decorum again.'

The Hunter and his Fox shared one more kiss that Yuletide morn before they exited the practice room hand in hand, just like the toy soldier and his love.

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vaporvipermedia · 1 year

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Please let this be a normal holiday…

(Outfit was inspired by 2000 Cindy Lou Who’s costume)

Kei has arrived to bring some great Yule cheer to everyone in @bunnwich’s new event! But I’m pretty sure Crowley would probably send him out to find Idia whenever he runs away to hide from Leona’s “cheery” mood.

“Idia please you can’t run like this forever!”

“LISTEN I’M JUST NOT READY! Plus I’m busy…”

“Oh yeah? Busy with what exactly?”

She is not amused lets just say…

Honestly she would have the Cindy Lou roll of begging Idia come out of his gamer pad…

Oh and have Kei without his earmuffs or whatever😭:

Kei’s pronouns are He/She

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comingyourlugubriousness · 1 year

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"A cool Yule to all and to all a good night!"

Yume's card for @bunnwich Yuletide fanevent! We both had a lot of fun making the background for this so I hope everyone can participate. MASTERLIST about the event is HERE!

- Summon: Back home the person who we celebrated around this time actually wore red, so I asked Vil and Professor Crewel to make mine that color instead of green!

Groovy: See, told you it would be cool Yule! Haha!

Set Home: HoHoHo~ Happy Yule!

Home Idle: Didja see all the decorations on the Great Seven Statues? Me and my brothers handiwork, lol!

Idle 2: Mmm, this outfit is so warm and fluffy. Plus there’s room for Grim to cuddle up inside when he gets cold too!

Idle 3: Grim’s antler was actually a team effort! Ace and Deuce helped me find a good stick and Epel helped carve it! I think they just wanted to see him look goofy…

Idle Groovy: Idia, Ortho, and Leona stayed over the Ramshackle with us for the Yuletide…It was pure chaos but…it kinda felt like one big dysfunctional family…Maybe we can do it again!

Home Login: Me, Ortho, and Kalim are gonna go make a snowman, you want in?

Tap: Jack showed me a cool hill to sled down. Maybe I can convince him to show me some snowboarding tricks too!

Tap 2: I actually made the beard I have myself, out of puffballs and glue, but Vil told me it was ‘tacky’ and doesn't match the quality of the rest of the outfit….don’t him I have it on, please!

Tap 3: Psst! Don’t tell anyone but…I’ve been adding decorations to Leona’s antlers every time I pass him. He hasn’t noticed yet hehe~

Tap 4: Idia came to sit in my lap while he “recharged from this ‘nightmare difficulty’ social event”....heh what a dork.~ <3

Tap 5: Yuuta and Trey made the coolest gingerbread house! Even though I don’t like the flavor I admire the craftsmanship!

Tap Groovy: Don't forget to line up and get your pictures with the Cheermiesters! I’ll make sure to catch your good side!

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death-paint · 4 months

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The Summoning (Spellbound pt.2)

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Witch! Reader

Word Count: 3427

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, thigh riding, clothed sex (kinda?? reader is in lingerie I'm not sure if that counts)

Summary: Leon gets busy during the holidays, having to leave for a mission just before Christmas. You do some holiday decorating while he's gone, and he gets to open his present a little early. ;) If it's a bit confusing, reader celebrates both Yule and Christmas.

I worked on this for about a week and finished it just last night, so I really hope it's still a decent piece of writing lol. I also don't write a bunch of smut so I hope that part is at least okay

Tysm @ghostkennedy for beta reading!! If you're into dark fics, Han's your gal. Go check out their writing!!

I suggest reading part 1 first! But it's not necessary <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT

Edit: I made a playlist for this and part 1! Feel free to listen to it while you're reading!

dividers by @cafekitsune

A few months have passed since your first attempt to teach Leon the ways of your practice. Ever since then, he’s been asking you to make him protection spell jars whenever he has to leave for work, “just in case,” he says. It didn’t take a psychic to know that he was starting to believe it, even if it was just a tiny bit. Tarot card pullings are a part of both your daily routines now, and Leon was well on his way to learning their meanings.

Now, it was late December, and you were once again dancing around the house with incense, the scent of which still made Leon turn up his nose. But that didn’t matter right now. He was out “running errands,” no doubt gift shopping for your and Leon’s mutual friends. Or maybe he was out to pay a bill or two and get groceries, but either way, he was out of the house. Music blaring throughout your home once more, you spun and stomped and shimmied as you put up the Yule decorations. Small holly branches were in a vase on the dining table, a pentacle hidden in a wreath outside the front door, and a large fir tree in the corner of the living room. A few pine branches and pinecones sat atop the bookshelf and your altar in the living room, giving it a fresh scent. Candles were scattered about, almost no corner was without one. A gold one here, a red one over there, the odd green or white ones sprinkled around.

Leon was never much of a decorator, never saw the point of keeping material possessions, especially if he was basically on call for the government 24/7. It made it a little harder to tell what kinds of gifts Leon would appreciate. You only got him cologne and a new pair of gloves for his last birthday, figuring he’d appreciate a more useful present. He seemed happy with it, you caught a whiff of the cologne every time he kissed you; made your head spin. But once you came along and moved in with him, he found himself looking for little trinkets to bring back, most of which ended up displayed on your altar.

So, that’s why holiday decorations are usually up to you. Not that you minded, it was nice to have free reign over how the house looked, even if sometimes you were up at odd hours of the night nearly breaking your back to rearrange things. Literally. Leon had woken up once or twice to that, finding you on the kitchen counter or catching you from when you fell off of the bookshelf.

“You can do all that in the morning, baby,” he yawned, his groggy voice filled with concern as he rubbed his eyes. “And you can ask me to help, you know. Don’t need you breaking bones just to make the living room all pretty, doll.”

You spent hours getting everything to look perfect, saving the tree for when Leon got home. Gotta make it feel like he participated at least a little, right? Mistletoe hung just above the entrance to your home, a nice surprise for when your partner returned home. You sat in the kitchen, decorating a log at the dining table for a while before getting up and taking a break to make some cookies for you and your boyfriend to enjoy. Fun holiday cookies, with a bit of a witchy twist.

You washed your hands and gathered up the ingredients for the average person’s sugar cookies. But you were no average person. From the kitchen cupboard, you pulled a jar filled with dried lavender and a paper bag of rose petals. You stared at them a moment before deciding against the rose petals, putting them back. Do you make a syrup first, or just drop the lavender buds into the dough? Or do you simply wait and press the lavender in just before it goes into the oven? Thinking it over, you decided the best way to get what you wanted out of the cookies was to mix the flower buds into the dough, as it would better hide the texture while still being delightfully floral. So you do just that, sprinkling a little bit of lavender into the bowl and putting the jar back from where it came. You decide on fun little decorations, carefully arranging purple and green colored sugar into the shape of lavender on a few of the cookies before tossing them into the oven along with a few orange slices to dry out.

And then comes the sound of the door shutting.

“Looks like someone was busy today!” Leon calls from the doorway. You sprint over as fast as you can, quickly giving him a series of pecks all over his face. When he playfully raises an eyebrow at you in affectionate confusion, you point up at the ceiling above the door. He chuckles, amused as he sets a few bags on the floor. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss, swaying along to the music coming from your phone hooked up to a speaker in the living room.

“How’d the errand running go?” You ask, curiously trying to peek inside of the bags that lay by Leon’s feet.

“It went just fine,” he replied, moving to block the bags from your sight. “No peeking. We’ll wrap the gifts together in a bit.” He took the bags and put them in a nearby cabinet. He took off his jacket, put it on the coat rack, and kicked his shoes off before making his way to the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Hey, what’s up with the wood on the table?”

“Oh!” You walk into the kitchen after him. “I was in the middle of decorating a Yule log!”

“Looks festive.” He moved the log to sit on top of the cabinet he put the gift bags in. “You really take the whole holiday decorating thing seriously, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I like making the place look pretty!” You smile.

“Every room is a thousand times prettier the second you walk into it,” Leon kisses your forehead.

“Oh, shut up,” you scoff.

“What? It’s true!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh, hugging him.

The smell of lavender and citrus permeates the kitchen, and you release yourself from Leon to take the baking tray out of the oven. It lands on the top of the stove with a bit of a clatter, filling the room with its wonderful aroma a bit more strongly now.

“What’s that? Cookies?” Leon asks, sneaking up behind you, reaching out to grab a cookie and wiggling his fingers. You smack his hand away.

“You’re gonna burn yourself.” You warn him, shooting over a glare.

“If it’s something you made, it’s worth it.” Leon reaches around you, grabs a cookie, and immediately recoils, hissing in pain as he shakes his hand, dropping the cookie back onto the tray.

“Told you.” You smirk.

“That you did.” He walks to the sink to run his hand under cold water for a moment. Once he feels the pain has dulled enough, he makes his way back to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you on the forehead. “Well…since you’ve done a lot today, how about we order takeout? As a treat.”

“Okay. How’s pizza sound? Or…actually, maybe I want Chinese food…” You go back and forth between the two, thinking of the different reasons for each. Leon chuckles at your indecisiveness.

“We can do both. You’ve earned it, doll.” Even after you’ve lost count of how many times he’s used the pet name, it still makes your face turn beet red.

“You spoil me.”

“That’s my job.”

And so the two of you sat in the newly redecorated living room, sifting through all the different ornaments to decorate the tree as you waited for your food to arrive. Leon of course was in charge of the star, him being the taller one in the house. Dried citrus slices, cinnamon, and other natural decorations hung from the branches, along with several sparkling garlands, glass pixies, and snowflakes. By the time you got to wrapping the colorful lights around the fake evergreen, the doorbell rang, signaling it was about time for a break.

Neither of you bothered to grab plates, agreeing that neither of you wanted to do dishes tonight. Instead, you opted to just use the plastic forks that came with the bag of takeout containers, and ate the pizza straight from the box as you stared up at the television screen, watching whatever Christmas movie happened to be on. At some point, you hopped back off the couch, finishing up the tree and glancing up at the TV every so often.

Now it was Christmas Eve, and some grinch of a bioterrorist had Leon off to work again. Can’t they take the day off too? Take a break from trying to destroy the world and all that when you’re trying to spend time with your boyfriend? Fucking rude. But the fact of the matter was that they don’t give a fuck, and you had to sit at home, waiting, unsure of his safety, as he couldn’t text you while he was out. In your boredom, you had the idea to come up with yet another surprise for him. You grin devilishly, deciding to go shopping for Leon’s present.

After breakfast, you headed out for the nearest department store, browsing the aisles for hours before settling on a cute floral set that was a bit heavier on the greens. You tossed an elf hat into the basket as well as a few other things you thought Leon might like. A few bows tossed in at the last second, and you were on your way back home. As soon as you got inside, you wrapped all your gifts (aside from the lingerie) and placed them underneath the tree. The rest of your day was rather uneventful. You took a nap around two o’clock in the afternoon, had leftovers for dinner, nothing special.

And then came the text.

Of course, you hadn’t been expecting one, especially not from your boyfriend. Not so soon. Guess it either wasn’t that big of a threat, or he had help. Or maybe he was just that good. Or all of the above. Whatever the cause of his early return was didn’t really matter, it just meant you’d be able to see the look on his face sooner than you’d anticipated. Giggling and giddy with excitement, you slipped on the lingerie set, hat, and some festive stockings you had hidden in a drawer somewhere. You stuck one of the ribbons on your chest above your heart, turned on the lights of the tree, and assumed your place underneath it, waiting patiently for Leon’s return.

Quite some time after you first sat, you were halfway to falling asleep when you heard the lock click open, signaling your partner's return. At first, Leon didn't seem to notice, assuming that the lack of light (aside from the tree) meant you were in bed. It was your hair getting caught on a branch that made him look over.

“Oh? Look what we have here…” Leon knelt down to your level after taking off his jacket and shoes, reaching out to touch your face. “A naughty little elf, wrapped up nice and pretty for me.” He moved his hand to rest underneath your chin, his thumb just underneath your bottom lip as he gently tilted your face up to look at him. You felt yourself slip into that hazy headspace the second the words left his mouth, your teeth gently tugging at your lip as your eyes met his. He chuckled upon seeing your expression, untangled your hair from the tree, and threw you over his shoulder to carry you to bed, your hat lying forgotten somewhere on the living room floor. Once he reached your shared bedroom, Leon gently dropped you on top of the mattress, watching as you looked up at him, glassy-eyed and cheeks flushed.

“Aw…pretty baby. Been waiting for me all night, haven’t you?” You nodded, a small whine leaving your lips. “Come on doll, use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy…missed you so much,” you pout, pretty doe eyes meeting his baby blues.

“That’s my girl.” Leon sits on the bed, one knee between your thighs, and one hand under your chin as he leans down to kiss you, the other supporting his weight. Slowly, the hand on your face moves to snake around your back, gently coaxing you to sit up on his leg. You clung to him, breasts pressing into his chest as your lips moved over one another’s hungrily. Leon’s hand wandered lower, giving your ass a squeeze. He quietly laughed as you jumped at the sudden sensation.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. I don’t even wanna take this off…” Leon slid his thumb underneath the strap of your lacy bralette, letting it slip off and hit your skin with a snap.

“Then don’t,” you breathed. Leon thought it over for a beat, a smile overtaking his features.

“My pretty little angel…you’ve always been such a smart girl.” Shivers run down your spine as Leon pulls you in for another heated kiss.

As you tangled your fingers in his hair, he slid one of his own hands underneath the fabric of your bralette, kneading your soft flesh. Slick pooled in your new lacy panties, and you slowly started to drag your clothed cunt back and forth against the rough texture of Leon’s jeans.

“Aw…gonna make a mess all over my pants, baby?” He coos, both of his hands on your hips now.

“Mhm!” You nod, continuing to roll your hips, your voice high-pitched and whiny.

“Such a needy little girl.” Leon teased. “Go ahead, baby. Show Daddy how bad you need him.”

You found it hard to keep your head on straight as your hips started to move faster, Leon’s hands helping you get enough pressure on your bundle of nerves. Your arms hung around his neck, a dazed look on your face as you tried desperately to get yourself off. Leon always thought you looked adorable like this–made him that much more eager to bury his cock inside your soaking wet pussy. Seeing your expression, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. You looked so pretty, so desperate. He almost didn’t want to wait anymore–had to remind himself to be patient. Needed to be sure you’d be ready for him.

Your face did little to hide the pleasure you felt, the delicious friction of your clit moving back and forth on the denim nearly too much to bear. You clung to Leon a little tighter, the fire in your lower body dangerously close to spilling over.

“Le- fuck…Leon!” you cried out, voice quivering.

“Go ahead, doll. Be a good girl and cum on my lap, baby.” One of Leon’s hands comes back to your face to wipe away a tear that slipped its way down your cheek, moving to guide your face to kiss him once more. Your hips rolled harder and faster a few more times as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth, your orgasm burning through your body and leaving you shaking as Leon guided your hips to ride it out.

“My sweet angel…you did so well, sweetheart.” He caressed your body after it was over, hands lingering near your ass and soft breasts. “Guess I should give my pretty baby what she’s been waiting for, yeah?” You nodded in response, prompting an expecting look from Leon.

“Yes, please, Daddy! Been waiting so long!” Your face falls into that adorable pout again. God, it made Leon want to fuck you endlessly, so hard you wouldn’t recover for weeks. He pushed you to lie on your back, standing up to undress. Leon did his best to make a show of it, but undressed rather quickly, eager to feel your hot, wet pussy around his cock.

Your breathing picked up again as you watched him, eyes trailing over his hands as they unbuckled his belt with a few satisfying clinks. The sound had you rubbing your thighs together with anticipation. Fuck, you needed him so, so bad.

Leon, sensing your impatience, hurried to kick off the rest of his clothing, rushing back to the bed to kiss you, his body hanging over your own. The heat of his body against yours felt so nice as he reached down between the two of you to feel how wet you were. You were absolutely drenched, and he'd hardly even touched you! He smirked as his fingers delved into your slick, embarrassing wet sounds filling the bedroom.

“Leon…please…” you whined, holding back from fucking yourself on his fingers. “No more teasing…”

“So my little doll can ask for what she wants!” He pulled his hand away from your core, wrapping it around the base of his thick, hard cock. His other hand pushed your panties to the side, and he stared for a moment at your glistening folds before guiding the head of his dick to sit at your entrance. “God, it gets even more beautiful every time I look at it, baby. Love seeing how wet I can make you.” He murmured, burying his length inside of you. The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your tight hole. You rolled your hips up into his, signaling you were ready for him to move.

He set as steady a pace as he could, finding it hard not to just pound into you as soon as he slipped in. He'd missed you while he was out. Wanted–no, needed to feel your skin on his for days. The way you pushed yourself back to him wasn't exactly helping, either. Gradually, he picked up the pace, the head of his length hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy squeeze around him, sucking his cock in deeper.

“Shit…keep squeezing me like that and I won't be able to last much longer, angel.”

“Can't help it, Daddy…feels so good…”

Leon leaned in closer, pushing your legs to your chest in a mating press, his thrusts pushing his cock so deep you damn near felt him in your throat, leaving you breathlessly moaning as he rolled his hips. Your eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out pathetically as Leon’s thumb circled your clit, making you see stars.

“Fuck- daddy! Daddy please!” Your cunt pulsing around his cock was driving him insane, he was so close to the edge, just needed to bring you there with him.

“I know, baby girl, I know,” he purred. “Need you to wait for me, okay? Gotta be a good girl and wait until I say.” You only whimpered and nodded, unsure if you could speak any further.

Leon's thumb kept stroking your throbbing clit, your pussy clenching around his shaft was fucking heaven. His thrusts stuttered, cock twitching inside your walls.

“Cum for me, angel,” he pounded into you harder and faster now, his cock hitting your g-spot nearly perfectly every time it plunged back into your cunt.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” was all you could say as your body twitched and writhed, the wet slapping of your bodies together sending you over the edge.

“Fuck, that's it. Yeah, that's my good girl,” Leon grunted, groaning loudly as your pussy milked his cock, making him spurt his hot, thick load deep inside. “So good for me. Love you so much, baby.” He kissed your forehead as he slipped his cock out from your hole, using his fingers to stuff his cum back inside. He steps out of the room for a minute, hurrying back with a couple of water bottles. He helps you sit up, handing you a bottle.

“Thank you, Leon.” You open the water bottle and take a sip.

“Anything for my pretty girl.” Leon smiles, climbing into bed beside you. “You okay?”

“Mhm. Just…” your sentence is interrupted by a big yawn. “Sleepy.”

“I think some cuddles are in order then, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.” You yawn again, snuggling up to him, and laying your head on his chest. “I love you, Leon.”

“Love you too, baby.” he wraps his arms around you as you both happily drift off to sleep.

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ghostfacd · 11 months

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EVEN AT THEIR WORST, THEY KNOW THEY’LL STILL BE OKAY — LUKE HUGHES

— “HE HATES IT WHEN SHE’S CRYING, HE HATES WHEN SHE’S AWAY.”

pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; in which you’re the only one that can see right through luke’s exterior

genre; angst, fluff, hurt to comfort, blackcat!bf luke, golden retriever!gf reader, hogwarts!au

warnings; cursing, mentions of sex (hooking up), rude comments made towards luke and yn, underage drinking

PART 1 | ✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

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To say you were a mess after the breakup was an understatement. Your friends felt like they were walking on eggshells, every little thing they say would somehow remind you of Luke, making you cry even harder as your face is buried into a tear stained pillow.

“You have to get up you know,” Kielle says as she throws Luke’s robe towards him, “cmon Luke, you’re one of my best friends, I can’t let you keep missing classes.”

Kielle Waterstone—or who Luke refers to as Kie and Ell. She was in the same year as you and Luke, and had been one of Luke’s closest friends besides Mark and his brother, Quinn. They were like brother and sister, always teasing each other out of love.

“Kie, please leave me alone,” Luke groans into his pillow.

“Hey, no!” Kielle takes one of Luke’s other pillows, hitting the boy repeatedly. “Get up now! I did not walk all the way to the boys dorm to have you quit on me again,”

Luke finally pops his head up from his pillow. His eyes were bloodshot, and his curls were sticking out all over the place.

“Oh Luke,” Kielle pulls the boy into her arms, making him let out a small cry. She was the only person he could be emotional with other than you. “I know it was a hard decision for you, I know it’s taking a toll on you, but you can’t keep missing classes. Your grades are gonna go down, and we have exams soon.”

“You’re right,” Luke sniffles, “I shouldn’t even be mopping, I made this decision. I chose this for myself.”

“It’s alright to make the right decisions and feel shit about making them,” Kielle pulls apart from the hug to cup Luke’s face into her hands, “hey, no more of the crying okay Hughes? You’re gonna be okay, you have me, Mark, and Quinn by your side. Slytherins have to stick with Slytherins, you know?”

“But was it the right decision?”

Luke frowns, thinking about your heartbroken face the night of the Yule Ball, the night where he had officially ended things. It had been two weeks, though it felt like years for him. He had been locked away in his dorm, wondering if you were suffering just as much as he was.

“Only time will tell Lu.” Kielle helps pull the boy up, fixing his bed. “Go brush your teeth and take a shower. I’ll tidy up your room for you.”

Luke nods, silently thanking Kielle for being there for him. She had helped him through the roughest of times during these 2 weeks, and he couldn’t be more grateful for her support. In some ways, Luke thinks they’re platonic soulmates.

Luke walks out of the bathroom after blow drying his hair. He finally feels alive after the cold shower, he swore he had died the night you two broke up.

“Great, now get dressed.” Kielle throws his green robe at him, “I’ll be in the dining hall getting breakfast, me and Mark will save you a seat.”

Luke nods, putting on his robe and fixing his tie.

“Oh, by the way,” Kielle gives him a small box, one that he recognizes far too quickly. “Uhm, YN wanted me to return this to you. I’m sorry Luke.”

It was the same box that he had given you for your 1 month anniversary. Inside was your promise ring, shiny with Luke + YN engraved into it.

He didn’t want to go back to class, especially Potions since you two shared that period. But he has to eventually, he knows. He can’t just stop prioritizing his grades because of some breakup. Even though the breakup quite literally felt like his world ended right in front of him.

He feels like he’s gonna throw up when he enters Potion. You’re there with Annie, your partner, as always. Your eyes look tired, dark eye bags had already formed under them.

He wanted to go hug you, tell you that everything is alright, but he can’t do any of those things. You weren’t his anymore, and he wasn’t yours.

“Mr. Hughes, it’s great to finally have you back in class.”

Luke nods, taking a seat next to Teddy Wellings, who shyly waves at him. Teddy doesn’t want to do anything to set off the boy, so he keeps silent throughout the entire class.

During his time in Potions, he had heard whispers across the room.

“Did you hear? Luke hasn’t been attending class because him and YN broke up,”

“Really? Huh, no wonder. I knew they weren’t gonna to last anyway,”

“I know right! I mean cmon, Slytherin and Hufflepuff? That relationship was doomed from the start,”

“Hey,” Mark says sternly at the people who were whispering about his best friend, “you better watch your mouths. None of you know what really happened so shut the fuck up,”

“Fine, geez.”

“Professor?” Luke raises his hands, making the entire class eye him, including you.

“Yes Mr. Hughes?”

“May I use the restroom?”

“Go ahead.”

Luke makes his way out of class quickly, finding the nearest boys bathroom. When he finds an empty stall, he finally loses it.

He throws up, eyes shutting in pain. He had never felt so gross up until now.

- -

“Luke,” Jack approaches him after all of their classes were done. “I know something that will cheer you up, there’s a party tonight in Ravenclaw.”

Luke’s eyes are blank as usual, not really taking in his older brother’s words. All he heard was party, tonight, and Ravenclaw.

Maybe Jack was right. Maybe a party was just what Luke needed to get over you. So as stupid as it sounds, he goes.

“Luke?” Mark takes a seat next to the boy, who was currently drinking out of his red solo cup. “Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I gotta move on somehow, right?” He jokes, clearly drunk. “Where’s Kielle and Quinn?”

“Quinn’s in one of the dorms doing karaoke with some random Ravenclaws. He’s a weird drunk.”

That makes Luke let out a snort. Of course one of his brothers would be doing something stupid.

“And Kielle—oh! Hey Kielle!” Mark waves the girl excitedly over. “Hey Kiels.”

“Hi Marky,” Kielle makes herself comfortable between the two boys. “Hi Luke. Surprised to see you here.”

“That’s what I said!”

“But we’re happy you are,” Kielle smiles, “it’s good to see you not sad and gloomy you know? I’m glad you’re doing better now.”

“Yeah,” Luke lets out a small grin. He felt the alcohol in his system take over.

“Hey Kie?” He says before he can think.

“Yes Luke?”

She turns around to give him her full attention, and Luke can’t help but lean in, closing the gap between their lips.

“Holy shit!” Mark gasps. “My two best buddies getting at it?”

Luke doesn’t know that you were currently at the party, after your friends had practically begged you to let loose after the breakup.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see Luke and Kielle kissing, your heart automatically breaks more than it already had.

“What’s wrong YN?” Your friend asks as she tries to look where you’re staring. When she finally sets her eyes on the scene, her mouth drops. “Cmon YN, he isn’t worth it,”

She takes you in her arms, far away from Luke. Suddenly, all your emotions feel like they’re going to burst, and you cry right at the spot.

“I’m sorry,” your friend mumbles guiltily, “I didn’t know he would be here.”

“It’s fine,” you sob, “it’s fine.”

It wasn’t, clearly.

Luke finally pulls away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, wiping his lips. “Sorry Kie, I don’t know what has gotten into me,”

“No worries,” she laughs, “just to be clear, this isn’t going to change our dynamic right?”

“No—of course not.” Luke sighs, “it was just the alcohol. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay Luke,” Kielle pats him on the back comfortingly, “don’t worry about it. I know you still have feelings for YN.”

He does. And he hates that he does.

- -

“Hey man, you’re gonna go to Quidditch practice today right?” Quinn asks the next day after school, placing his broom next to his side.

“Yeah,” Luke mumbles, “coach must be mad at me huh?”

“Sorta? We told him you came down with a flu. But he’ll be happy you’re back. Slytherin needs their star player after all.”

Luke finally smiles for the first time since the breakup. If the party wasn’t going to get his mind off you, maybe playing Quidditch will.

“Hope you’re not hungover, we have a game tonight so you need to practice as much as you can,” Mark says, showing up to Luke’s other side. “You ready Lukey?”

“Don’t call me that,” Luke rolls his eyes, “but yeah. Feels good to be back.. I guess.”

That night, Slytherin went against Gryffindor. Luke gulped nervously. He had always been so confident in Quidditch, never once flattering. But tonight was different; tonight, you wouldn’t be in the crowd, cheering him on as you always did. Tonight, Luke would feel the loss of your presence even more than he had before.

He still didn’t know you saw the kiss between him and Kielle. He had brushed off the kiss as absolutely nothing but alcohol in his system. He didn’t see Kielle like that, not romantically. He saw her as his best friend and sister. And Kielle saw him as her brother. They both had agreed to never speak of the kiss again.

“Alright guys, good luck!” Quinn says as the Slytherin teams huddle together, “Go Slytherin!”

“Go Slytherin!” All the teammates said, tapping their brooms together.

As soon as Luke was up in the air, his eyes focused on the snitch. It was quick, moving far away from his sight. He rushed after it, the Ravenclaw seeker right at his back.

“Hey, heard you broke up with your girl and then got with Kielle right after,” the Ravenclaw shouts from behind him. “Were they both good fucks, Luke?”

Luke’s jaw clenches. That asshole had some nerve to talk about you and his best friend that way.

“You don’t know shit,” Luke yells back, broom flying down to where the snitch was heading.

“Oh yeah? You gave us quite a show yesterday at the party. Did you see YN walk out crying? Think that was all your fault, mate.”

The Ravenclaw quickly catches up to Luke, now being side to side in the cold air. He suddenly slams his side into Luke’s, making the Slytherin lose his balance.

For the first time since his first year, Luke falls off from the broom, hitting the ground with a harsh thump!

“And Luke Hughes from Slytherin is down!” The announcer yells.

Luke groans as he tries to lift himself off the ground. He looks up to see the Ravenclaw seeker smirk at him, before flying past to follow the snitch.

“That cheating bitch,” Luke mumbles under his breath, getting up and wiping the sand away from his uniform.

You were in the crowd and had seen the entire thing play out. Even though you were upset with Luke for breaking up with you and then kissing another girl just weeks after; you still cared deeply for him. You were beyond worried seeing him fall to the ground mid game.

“Don’t do it,” your friend warns you after the game, knowing you were going straight to Luke. “YN, he kissed another girl at a party like you were nothing.”

“But he’s hurt,” you say, “I’m sorry Mary, but I have to go to him.”

She doesn’t stop you, understanding your point of view. She knew you loved him deeply, she had spent many nights holding you as you cried your heart out, asking her what you did wrong in the relationship for Luke to leave like that.

“Luke.” Your voice calls out to him as he makes his way to the locker room. He was angry at himself, angry that he let some stupid Ravenclaw stop him from playing further and that Slytherin had lost.

When you approach him, he feels deja vu. But he knows he can’t walk away, that wouldn’t be fair to you.

“Luke, are you alright? I saw everything,”

“I’m fine,” he says, looking straight into your eyes.

“Oh okay,” you mumble quietly. You look down, eyes filling with tears again. It felt so strange talking to him like this—like you weren’t just in love with each other a few weeks ago.

Luke takes notice of your body language, realizing straight away that you were tearing up. He hated seeing you cry, and he hated being the cause of it even more.

“I guess I’ll go then,” you say, wiping your eyes as you retreat your bag from the ground.

“Wait..” Luke says. He pulls you back by your arm, slightly cringing. He never thought in his life that he would be doing something like this.

“I’m sorry,” he looks anywhere but at you, “I miss you YN, a lot. I hope you’re doing okay, and I’m really sorry we ended the way we did.”

Your tears that had stopped before suddenly began to stream down your face again. “I miss you too Luke.”

He pulls you in for a hug, one that is so tight because the both of you are scared to let go again.

“Luke, please get back together with me. I can’t handle us being apart, especially because of stupid comments made by people.”

Luke places his chin on your head, rubbing your back comfortingly. You were probably wetting his uniform with your mascara and tears, but he couldn’t care less at the moment.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like shit lovie,” Luke mumbles, “I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted to break up with you, I thought I would be saving us both the heartbreak. I thought that I could never be enough for you. I was idiotic to let you go like that.”

You pull away from the hug to look at Luke. His eyes were glossy, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

“I want us back,” you say, “I don’t care about anyone but you, Luke. I don’t give a shit about what they say, as long as you’re mine again,”

Luke leans in to give you a kiss, one that is so passionate and genuine. It isn’t filled with lust, instead, filled with longing and love.

“YN L/N, will you be my girlfriend again?” Luke says while he’s crying.

You laugh, crying just as much as he is. “Yes Luke, I’ll always say yes.”

He pulls you back into a hug again, right hand on your head as his left is wrapped around your waist.

“You know that Ravenclaw was talking about you during the game? I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he mumbles into your hair.

You giggle. “Alright Lukey, you go do that.”

God, he’s so relieved to have you back in his arms again.

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The Yule Ball [PTII]

Summary: The Yule Ball is about to commence and you arrive in the nick of time.

<< PREV

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On Christmas Eve, in the sparkling silver frost of the Great Hall, students’ conversations come to a hush at the sight of their Potions Professor.

His usually greasy hair was clean and silky smooth. On the other hand, an open black double-breasted tailcoat, black vest, black high-collared dress shirt, black pants, and shiny black shoes replaced his daily robes.

It was different. Conservative but also very appealing.

Especially for the female students. Their grumpy Professor so pleasing in the ladies’ eyes has the boys reminding them why they didn’t like him in the first place. Their giggles and murmurs didn’t stop though, and one thought it would be the best if the scowl on his face disappeared, but alas, they could not make miracles happen.

“Would you look at that?”

“Is that truly Professor Snape?”

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters under his breath, “Even the old dungeon bat looks better than I do,”

In a procession, the champions walk through the oak doors accompanied by their chosen partners, disrupting the comments,, and enter the Great Hall. Their thunderous claps and ever-so-curious gazes shift at the sight of Hermione Granger on Victor Krum’s arm allowing a moment of vulnerability for you.

In their distraction, from a tunnel behind the pine trees, you emerge behind the Headmaster, Severus none the wiser at your arrival, as he speaks.

“I will keep this short because you all might be sick of hearing from me,” the headmaster quips, and the Hogwarts students laugh, “This evening, I hope that every one of us creates meaningful connections and enjoys the feast. However, before we start, I would also like to welcome a special guest.”

Their students were truly the worst gossips as whispers started once again speculating who the special guest could be, making the stories known to their Durmstrang and Beauxbatons friends.

“I’m glad that you’re here and I am very much eager to indulge in your future antics,” Dumbledore smiles, saying nothing further, and turns, “If you’d please, Filius,”

Their students are curious and confused, a rather deadly combination, at the lack of information from their wily Professor as the orchestra starts the song. The sound of string instruments soon echoes throughout the space as the waltz begins.

On the floor, champions lead their partners through the beginnings of the waltz. Their audience is divided between finding the mystery guest and watching their friends glide seamlessly across the room.

In minutes, the headmaster nudges their Transfiguration Professor, who happily accepts the offer and joins the throng of dancing students, on the floor. His absence allows you to stand beside your husband whose gaze remains afront.

“Don’t you look dashing?” you say, breaking the silence among the staff, “I hope you saved me a dance?”

His gaze shifts at the sound of your voice. His eyes quickly take a once over of you. In your sage green dress that highlighted the very best of your features. Your hair in a braided half updo and holly pin presented simple but elegant.

“They’re only for you,” he answers, raising his hand for you to take, “Shall we?”

“On your lead,”

Onto the fray together, the students not so quietly observe. His hands, on your waist and outstretched hand, lead you to the floor. However, closer than appropriate for students, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re determined to do this?”

“I’d like for them to see what I see in you,” you cup his cheek, your gaze on his as the scowl slowly melts away, “Even just for a bit,”

He sighed in defeat.

Your gazes lock on each other, his steps slow but confident guide you through the symphony. In his embrace, the world blends to the background. To the awe of the crowd, a soft smile settles on his lips, his grip, however, tightened and your merry bubble pops at the sight of his restrained ire at the students who admired you from afar.

“You are the only one I desire,” you breathed, cheeks flushed and eyes only on him, as the veins on the side of his head vanished, “No one else can ever compare,”

His eyes softened at your words, breaking through his facade for the night. By the end of the dance, he places a protective hand on your back and gently leads you through. His form towers over you, briefly leaning on your ear to whisper.

“Being with you feels like a dream,” his voice barely audible as you weave through the people, “That I don’t want to end,”

“It will not end,” you declare, as you finally see his colleagues, and some others you don’t know, “We’ll see through it,”

The Headmaster smiles, at the sight of your hands entwined together, as you approach the faculty and guests. Minerva steps up much faster than the rest and says.

“I’m glad you could make it, dear,” she also smiles, as Severus stands behind you, “You two were lovely out there,”

“Were we?” you coyly ask, glancing at Severus, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “I didn’t notice. I’m glad I didn’t trip,”

“I would’ve caught you if you did,” Severus declared, as the others approached, and from there Madam Maxime interjected, “Severus! Who is the lovely lady?”

“Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, this is my wife, Madame Snape,” he introduces you, as you shake friendly hands, “At the moment, she works for the Ministry of Magic,”

“Oh!” the tall lady exclaimed, as Minerva cut the conversation, “I hate to break up this introduction, however, we must be seated for dinner,”

“Of course, Minerva, lead the way,”

In a flash, she transformed into her role as Deputy Headmistress, and seats you beside Severus and her, but also near the Headmaster and the new staff that hasn’t met you. Your friendly smile was a stark difference from the unimpressed line that formed on your husband’s lips.

“Will you be staying the night?” Minerva asks, as you observe Albus who spoke of what he wanted for dinner and it appeared, and answered, “Yes, the headmaster was kind to allow me to stay in the castle for Christmas break,”

“Did he?” Severus said as he looked at you, “Headmaster?”

“Merry Christmas, Severus,” Dumbledore grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously at the light, as Severus exhaled, “Thank you, headmaster,”

“Do enjoy the feast,” Albus said, “There is more to come,”

On his words, you and Severus briefly give each other a look before shrugging it off, oblivious to the utter madness that would transpire once you left the Great Hall for much more amorous and festive pursuits.

There would be time to get to know the students during the break. However, a part of you admits that you were partial to your husband's little snakes.

But they didn't know that.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #hp #harry potter #severus snape fanfiction #snape #professor snape #hogwarts #fanfiction #snape x you #severus snape x you #pro snape

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charmandabear · 4 months

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New Year's Eve

Summary:

You don't really want to go to Shadowheart's New Year's Eve party, but you meet someone who might make things a little more interesting.

Pairing: Astarion/gn!Reader (femme leaning) Rating: T Word Count: 3.7k Tags: fluff, first kiss, new year's eve, flirting, sexual tension, pool shenanigans (the game, not like swimming)

Read it on AO3.

Final part (maybe) of Midwinter Nights! I really wanted to get this out actually on NYE, but I spent too much time playing Baldur's Gate. Oops. Once again, my beautiful banner Astarion was made by Idylla.

Midwinter Nights: Yule | Christmas | New Year's Eve

You're not really one for parties. There are too many strangers in too small of a space listening to music that's too loud while eating food that's too salty. But Shadowheart was insistent, even helping you dress for the occasion.

She bent over you, applying some glittery eyeshadow that fell onto your cheeks with every stroke of her brush. Her long silvery ponytail dangled over her shoulder, the tip of it tickling your hands resting in your lap.

“Stop flinching!” she snapped, and you clenched your hands to force yourself still. You weren't accustomed to wearing much makeup at all, save maybe a little smokey eyeliner and lipstick. But you really hated having things near your eyes. Shadowheart knew this, and she promised to be as gentle as possible. She pulled up your eyebrow to smooth out her canvas.

When she pulled out a tool that could have easily been a medieval torture device, you scooted back in her vanity chair and held your hands up in defense. She rolled her eyes at your theatrics.

“This is the alternative to mascara, it's going to be one or the other,” she huffed at you. “It won't hurt at all, so long as you stay still.” Still wary of the metal contraption, you closed your eyes, taking a breath to settle your jumpy nerves.

She pressed the cool curved metal to your eyelid and you managed to still your instinct to pull back. She clamped the contraption down on your eyelashes and you held your breath to keep yourself from moving. You managed to stay frozen while she curled the lashes of your other eye, and when she finally pulled away you let out a puff of air.

“Okay, now lashes,” she said as she applied a thin layer of glue to a spidery false eyelash.

“Woah woah woah, I thought that was it. What the hell is that?” You leaned away from it like she was holding an actual tarantula. She flicked up her cold green eyes to meet yours, unamused by your antics.

“You said no mascara, so this is necessary. Don't worry, nothing will get in your eye, this just sits on top.” She waved the lash like she was shaking water off it, and you followed it with your eyes uneasily.

“Why is this so important to you?” you muttered under your breath, resuming your statuesque stillness. You heard Shadowheart release an impatient breath.

“I just want to make you look pretty, is that so much to ask? Well, prettier than usual, at least.” You could hear the smile in her voice. The least you could do is indulge her a little bit, you supposed. Shadowheart didn't have many luxuries growing up in such a strict orphanage. She wasn't allowed to keep any dolls, so letting her play dress up with you now was a small price to pay for her delight.

“Besides,” her voice took on a musical quality, “there’s going to be someone there tonight that I want you to meet.” You stifled a groan. Shadowheart had become borderline insufferable since she and Karlach started dating. The two of them were very cute together, almost sickenly so, stealing touches whenever they thought they could get away with it. You knew that she just wanted you to be happy, but you still hadn’t quite recovered from the last time she set you up with someone.

“This isn’t going to be like that awful double date with Gale, right?” you asked with trepidation. She smirked as she stepped back, admiring her work.

“No, trust me, I learned my lesson on that one. In fact, these two couldn’t be more different, I promise.” She tapped your knee, signaling you to turn back to the vanity mirror to see the final look. For a moment, you were actually at a loss for words. The silvery shimmer on your eyelids reflected every color of the rainbow, the sparkles dancing every time you moved your head. The sharp lines of the deep plum color on your lips made them look pouty and kissable. Your hair cascaded down your shoulder, pinned back with little star and moon shaped trinkets. She had put you in a dress that you were certain would make you look like a clown, but the way the rose gold sequins and sweetheart neckline hugged your curves evoked an almost ethereal quality.

“So?” Shadowheart made eye contact with you in the mirror, and you could see her bouncing with excitement.

“Shadowheart, I look amazing!” you breathed, still marveling that a little styling could change this much.

“I know,” she said in her charmingly self-satisfied way. She planted a kiss on the top of your head and bounded across the room to her dresser, pulling a necklace off the jewelry tree sitting on top.

“Hair,” she commanded, and you carefully held up your hair for her to clasp it around your neck. “And one final touch,” she added, and said the incantation for minor illusion, making everything on you sparkle just a little bit more. She put her hands on your shoulders and pressed her cheek to yours, still looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“You know, I did such a good job that you’ll have your pick of potential partners,” she grinned, “but I think I know who you’ll choose.”

~~~

The temporary confidence boost brought on by seeing your reflection had worn off and the social anxiety began to creep in. Shadowheart sashayed over to you and pressed a wine glass into your hand.

“I don't think he's here yet, but drink this, loosen up a bit,” she said with a conspiratorial smile. You welcomed having something to do with your hands as your eyes scanned the room, looking for a comforting face. Unfortunately your eyes locked with Gale, who smiled and waved.

“Sorry, gotta run,” Shadowheart said and was gone before you could protest. Gale wandered toward you and politeness locked your legs in place.

“Hello again,” he greeted cheerily, if not a bit awkwardly. You gave him a strained smile, clutching your glass a little tighter.

“Hi Gale, it's good to see you,” you said, hoping the lie wasn't too evident. You stood together in silence for a moment, shuffling your feet uncomfortably.

“Read anything interesting lately? I'm currently several chapters into the most fascinating tome on the intricacies of the Peloponnesian War by the Greek historian Thucydides. He does something really remarkable, something that only a handful of historians even think to do, by connecting the famines around that time with the internal conflicts that arose. He manages to capture the desperation that forced them into…”

It amazed you how much he could speak without taking a breath. Despite starting with a question, he hadn't paused long enough for you to answer. You sipped the wine as he continued to ramble, eyes darting around for an escape. Your gaze landed on a beautiful young man with ivory skin and silvery hair, perfectly windswept. Your breath caught in your throat a little just looking at him. He was dressed impeccably, a blue and purple brocade vest with gold closures over a dusky lavender cashmere turtleneck that hugged his lithe figure. His legs were long and lean, and he stood with a permanently crooked gait, giving an aloof and casual air.

He caught your eye and flashed a disarming grin. His gaze shifted to Gale, who had moved on to comparing The History of the Peloponnesian War to Plato’s Republic, then back to you. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, to which you nodded almost imperceptibly. He chuckled and sauntered over.

“Gale, darling, I’m afraid our new friend here will soon lose her hearing the way you’re talking her ear off,” he said in a melodic voice, slinging an arm around Gale’s shoulder. Gale started and turned toward the handsome stranger.

“Oh, Astarion, I didn’t see you there.” He turned to look back at you, appropriately chagrined. “My apologies, once I get started it can be hard for me to stop. I’ll stop monopolizing your presence and let you mingle.” And with that, he was off. You let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“Thank you, I didn’t know how to make him stop,” you said with relief, your posture visibly relaxing.

“He has a tendency to do that,” he chuckled, “you learn how to manage him after a time.”

“I appreciate it all the same,” you responded, cheeks beginning to redden. His gaze was piercing, almost as if he could see into you.

“You know, I thought I had already met everyone worth knowing around here, but evidently I was wrong.” He held out a slender hand for you to take, and you shivered slightly when you felt how icy it was. “Astarion, though I suppose Gale let that fact slip already.”

You caught a glimpse of Karlach across the room, who noticed you talking to Astarion and excitedly batted Shadowheart’s shoulder. She turned and gave you a big smile, mouthing “That's him!” while pointing at Astarion’s back. Her lack of subtlety made you smile.

“Yeah, I think our generous host wanted us to meet,” you said with a little nod, and he looked over his shoulder at Karlach and Shadowheart, who very unconvincingly pretended to be deep in conversation.

“Well how lucky for us that we found each other, then,” he said in a low breath, and you felt your subconscious pulling you toward him, the magnetic force between you palpable. You coughed and stepped away, head spinning slightly from the rush. You nervously took a sip of your wine.

“Are you enjoying that?” he asked, wrinkling his nose at the glass. You looked down at it, perplexed. You didn't really know much about alcohol at all, you just accepted whatever Shadowheart gave to you.

“It's fine, I guess,” you said, shrugging noncommittally. He took it from you and bent down to put it on the table behind you. He brushed against you slightly as he did, and that heady feeling came back. The scent of his cologne washed over you, your body reacting to the smell like a pheromone. You blinked at him as he straightened up.

“You smell… good,” you stammered incoherently.

“Aren't you just the sweetest?” he said with a jaunty smile. “Here, let me get you something better than that foul wine.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to an old-fashioned metal drink cart. Shadowheart would get something like that for a party.

“Any requests?” He surveyed the selection, lithe fingers dancing over the labels.

“I don't drink much, so whatever you think is good,” you said, looking up at him with your big doe eyes. He smiled, admiring just how cute you looked, your silky hair curling around your pretty neck. He was suspicious of your innocent act, convinced that there was more to you than you led on. He took two shot glasses from the lower tray and poured a deep red liquor.

“Try this, let me know what you think,” he said, handing you one of the shot glasses. He held his out to you, making very deliberate eye contact, waiting for you to clink. You locked eyes with him and his undead heart skipped a beat. You both downed the shot while maintaining eye contact. When you pulled the glass away from your lips, a delectable drop of the blood red liquid remained.

Astarion reached out and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, his touch like an electric shock. He smirked as he licked the remnant of the liquor that he stole from your lip. He must've known what he was doing to your insides, and it looked like he was enjoying watching you squirm.

“How does that taste?” he murmured, tongue lingering on the st. Your throat was dry despite the liquor still coating the inside of your mouth.

“Good,” you croaked with a nod. “I like it.”

“Good,” he repeated your word, somehow making it sound so much more lascivious. He grabbed two long flutes and filled them with sparkling wine. He then topped them off with the sweet liquor, and you watched the red liquid curling through the gold, undulating like an exotic dancer. He swirled the glasses until the entire drink had taken on a bright crimson.

“Cheers,” he said, holding out the glass. You tapped your glass to his, lost once more in his intense eye contact. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, mesmerized by the smooth porcelain of his skin. He noticed you staring and he grinned, causing you to suddenly look away as you felt your cheeks reddening.

In that moment Karlach sidled up to you, saving you from yourself. She threw her arm around your neck and addressed Astarion.

“Hey, Fangs, I hear you're pretty good at pool. Wyll and I are the undefeated champs right now, think you and Sparkles here can take us?”

Fangs?

“Well, I do rather enjoy seeing Wyll’s cry, so yes, I think we can. What do you think?” He hit you again with that penetrating gaze of his, and you felt yourself buckle under the weight of Karlach’s arm.

“Sure,” you said meekly, still feeling Astarion's stare. Karlach pumped her fist in victory and ran off to grab Wyll. Astarion pressed his hand into your lower back in the direction of the pool table.

“Don't worry if you don't know how to play, darling, I'll play well enough for the both of us,” he whispered into your ear, and his breath tickled your love. You swallowed thickly and allowed yourself to be guided over to the table.

Wyll was already there, chalking up his cue. You had met him once or twice in passing, but never spent much time in each other's presence. You waved shyly and he replied with a polite nod.

“Ahh, billiards,” Wyll said wistfully. “Such an elegant game.”

“Any game where I get to smack a bunch of balls with a stick is the game for me,” Karlach cackled, clearly proud of herself. Wyll rolled his eyes as he set up the table and you giggled quietly.

“We’ll go first to give you two a little advantage,” Karlach smirked, and sent the cue ball flying into the rack.

“Ladies first,” Astarion handed you a pool cue and bowed, gesturing at the table. Your eyes scanned for the best shot. Right as you found it, Astarion came up close behind you, his lips centimeters away from your ear.

“Go for the 3 ball into the corner pocket,” he breathed, putting his arms around you to help you aim the cue. Your heart pounded feeling him this close, his front flush against your back, his pretty silver curls tickling your neck. You struggled to keep your breath even and you tried to focus on the ball in front of you. You managed to snap out of it when it became clear that he wasn't helping you angle the cue correctly.

You looked over your shoulder at him and the spark in your eye was electrifying. Your muscles, previously lax and easily pliable, suddenly sprang to life as you took control of the cue. He heard the crack of the cue ball hitting the 3 ball before he saw it. He also felt the jab to his gut as you thrust the cue back in order to gain the necessary momentum to make the shot. He stepped back and coughed, holding his hand against his solar plexus. The pain was almost worth it when you spun around and covered your mouth with your hands, face growing a delicious shade of red.

The sudden horror of elbowing Astarion in the stomach filled your body with the heat of embarrassment, your eyes about to melt out of your head.

“I. Am. So. Sorry,” you managed to squeak out behind your hands. He was bent over slightly, but he still managed a weak smile.

“No, the mistake is mine for making an assumption,” he wheezed. You gnawed on your lower lip, anxiety coming off you in waves. Astarion straightened up and gently took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to him.

“Just make sure we win,” he said in a silky tone that sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded dreamily, and he chucked his finger below your chin.

Watching you play pool was something else. You were suddenly more confident than you had been all night - he knew the damsel facade was just an act. He relished in seeing you stalk around the table like a lioness circling her prey. Your eyes flitted across the table, making calculations, playing each scenario out in your mind. Astarion fancied himself a decent billiards player, but you were an artist at work. Even Karlach and Wyll’s banter died down as they struggled to figure out how to beat you.

But even better than witnessing your mastery at pool was simply watching you as you played. The slight imprint the cue made across your chest as you leaned into it, the way your dress sparkled every time you moved, the cheeky glimpse of your ass as you bent down to take a shot.

He preened a little while he played, not so secretly hoping you were watching him as much as he was watching you. He may have put a little extra arch in his back, leaned back on his leg a little more than was necessary, just at the chance of seeing you flustered.

And fluster you it did. Not enough to throw you off your game - no, when it was time to take a shot, everything else fell away. But while you were waiting, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Every time he bent over, scandalous images passed through your mind, deepening the flush in your cheeks. While Wyll and Karlach discussed a shot, you watched his fingers lightly run over the length of his cue, and you wondered what else those fingers could do. The thought made your heart race and Astarion turned to look at you, almost as if he could read your mind. Which you didn’t think he could do. He didn’t know any spells, to your knowledge, but you should really try to control your thoughts just to be safe. Though you weren’t sure if you could around him.

You came back to yourself just as Karlach celebrated sinking their last striped ball. She punched Wyll in the shoulder and he rubbed at it while her back was turned. He surveyed the table, tried for an angle to pocket the 8 ball, and missed.

You stepped up to the table, mapping out the geometry in your mind's eye. You found an angle that should work, and you leaned over to line up your shot. Astarion came up behind you, and you could feel him pressing into your backside.

“You've got this,” he whispered, and a shudder shot through your body. Enough to misalign your carefully lined shot. And you missed.

“Aww, tough break!” Karlach could barely contain her glee. “Looks like Pretty Boy got you distracted,” she added with a devilish grin. You looked at Astarion and then quickly looked away, trying to hide your blush.

“What can I say? I'm very distracting,” he retorted. “But you haven't won just yet. I still get a shot.”

“Oh boo, just take your shot, then, so we can win.” She stuck out her tongue at him.

You felt awful for missing, since you absolutely would have made you hadn't been so down bad for him. It's also not lost on you that if you win, he might want to celebrate…

You quietly cast guidance on him as he's lining up his shot. He bristles, then changes his angle ever so slightly. He tapped the cue ball which bounced against the 8 ball, knocking it into the side pocket. You and Astarion both shouted with joy. Karlach’s face fell while Wyll eyed you suspiciously.

“What? No way, man, I can't believe you made it,” she pouted, crossing her arms across her broad chest. Astarion threw his arms around you and you pressed yourself into his chest, inhaling that intoxicating fragrance. You felt him vibrate with a low chuckle. You looked up at him without breaking the hug, and he whispered, “you cheeky little minx.”

You looked up at him with those doe eyes again, the feigned innocence back. He smirked and gently stroked your hair.

“Everyone, gather round, it's nearly midnight!” Shadowheart called out to the room. “Help yourselves to a toasting glass.”

Astarion led you to the tray of glasses and handed you one.

“I never fancied you a cheater,” he murmured under his breath. You looked at him aghast, this one not quite as convincing.

“10!.. 9!..”

“I'm certain I have no idea what you mean,” you shyly glanced up at him through your lashes. He was certain you knew exactly what you were doing.

“8!.. 7!..”

“I don't know if there's anything strictly in the rules about using cantrips,” he mused, looking off to the side. You stepped a smidge closer.

“6!.. 5!..”

“Well either way, I enjoyed playing by your side.”

“4!.. 3!..”

“I just enjoyed being by your side,” his voice was low and cool, and your heart started pounding in your throat.

“2!.. 1!.. Happy New Year!!”

He pulled up your chin towards his, planting a tender kiss on your lips. He tasted sweet, the drink he made earlier still on his tongue. You clutched at his fine vest, aching to deepen the kiss. You knew this wasn't the time or the place, but you desperately craved more of him.

He swiped his tongue along your lower lip and pulled away, hovering a few centimeters away from your face.

“Happy New Year indeed,” he purred, and smiled, flashing two pointed incisors that you just barely caught out of the corner of your eye.

Fangs? Your heart thumped loudly against your chest, trying to escape in excitement.

Fangs.

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hi. im sorry if im bothering but you're a norse pagan and i am too but i joined recently and haven't been able to gain much knowledge yet. i have a few questions, if you would like to answer them i would be very grateful:

• other than the eddas, is there any book that can help me as a beginner to the norse faith or maybe witchcraft?

• yule is coming up and it is my first pagan festival so could you please help me understand how to celebrate it, is there any norse deities in specific that i should give offerings to? (i plan on making offerings to skadi right now)

• i'm may have some european amcestors cause im indo european but i doubt that any of my ancestors were norse...could i still practice norse paganism?

•lastly, what are blots?

Hello there! Thank you so much for the ask. And welcome to this faith! I hope this path is as fulfilling to you as it is to me.

You'll be happy to know there are so much great ressources for norse pagans to use for research. I've actually listed a bunch of them in this previous post, in which I identified what sources were books and which were online ressources.

Now, Yule is a very exciting celebration for heathens! We know that it was a major festival in Iron Age Scandinavia. Traditionally, there would be a toast made in honor of the ancestors, one made in honor of the One-Eyed, to ask for success (he is even called Jólnir, "Figure of Yule"), and one made in honor of Yngvi-Freyr and Njörðr, to ask for fertility and prosperity. This is why these three deities are most often viewed as the main deities of Yule in nordic tradition. Thórr also has some associations with Yule, primarily due to the traditional yule goat decoration still present in Scandinavia today, which may or may not have had ties with him due to his association with goats. Whatever the case, he is also a popular choice within modern practice when it comes to the deities honored during Yule celebrations. You could also very well include Sól in your practice around that time of the year. After all, winter solstice celebrations often serve to rejoice and welcome the return of the sun as the days grow longer once again. It's for this reason that lighting candles or bonfires on the longest night of the year is a popular way to celebrate Yule: it symbolizes the return of light and warmth as the second half of winter commences. There are a few accounts of some sort of "yule log", a very long log decorated with candles, being burned during the twelve days of Yule, though the veracity of this story is debated. Still, it can be fun for us to incorporate a similar tradition into our own celebrations! For example, by decorating a piece of wood and burning it during a ritual as our own yule log. Decorating using greenery (real or fake) is also a popular way to celebrate Yule! It's a way to remind ourselves that despite the cold and the snow, the earth still lives and nature still thrives! Traditionally, one would use plants such as holly, ivy, or any evergreen tree, which stay green throughout the winter. I also can't forget the eternal norse pagan tip: when in doubt, hold a feast! To invite your loved ones around a table and eat homemade food is always one of the best ways to honor the Gods, and this goes for any festival. So much can be done even if you prefer to celebrate alone, or with just a few close friends! Just treat yourself to a hearty winter meal, and save some of it to offer the Gods, along with a glass of the alcohol of your choosing (I generally go for winter drinks, such as mulled wine, warm ice cider and the like). There is only so much I can list at the top of my head, and there are countless ways for you to celebrate Yule. Feel free to dig around for more ideas, and to experiment with whatever feels right! I'll now direct you to this wonderful video, which I discovered a while back and which does a wonderful job of explaining everything we currently know about Yule and midwinter festivals in the nordic cultures.

Now, norse paganism is a fully open practice! Everyone is free to practice it, no matter their ancestry. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise, they would not be speaking the truth!

As for your last question, blót is an Old Norse term meaning "blood", which can seem scary when you put it that way, but it's nothing to be worried about! It merely refers to the act of sacrifice, or as we neo-pagans often say, offering. A blót is a ritualized offering made to the norse Gods! The celebrations around such an event can also be refered to as blót: the term "Yule" originally came from the Old Norse name for the main midwinter sacrifice, Jólablót, which is the name I give to my own winter solstice celebration. We know that during the Scandinavian Iron Age, there were many blóts scattered across the calendar! Among those: Þorrablót, or Husbands' Day, allegedly celebrating the God Thórr, Góublót, or Wives' Day, a celebration of the end of winter, Sigrblót, a festival to ask for victory, Alfablót, celebrated at the end of the harvest season during which offerings to the elves were made, Jólablót, and Dísablót, when offerings to the Dísir were made. Most solitary practionners of norse paganism do not celebrate all of these. After all, little is known about them! Scholars cannot even pinpoint the exact moment of the year when Dísablót was performed. For this reason, we are all free to practice them based on our own interpretations. Since I am a devout worshipper of Yngvi-Freyr, I offer to him along with the elves on Alfablót. Though Jólablót is arguably the most popular blót to perform among heathens, I have met practionners who did not practice it. The blóts you choose to perform are all up to you!

I have only scratched the surface of how norse pagan holidays can be celebrated! I hope you'll find as much information as you need to prepare for Jólablót, and I also wish for you to have lots of fun celebrating it! Do be sure to trust your gut when it comes to celebrating pagan holidays. It all comes down to you, your preferences and what feels right. Have a great rest of the day, and please don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any other questions!

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE DELACOUR SISTERS HEADCANONS

They'd actually get along pretty well. Fleur probably would've met you first at the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. You became friends with her and some of the other students from the Beauxbatons Academy even though some of them seemed like complete snobs and kept bad mouthing Hogwarts

You most likely would've become her friend after the first challenge. She seemed pretty shaken up after facing the Welsh Green Dragon. You though she'd done really well and you went to congratulate her. Very few people congratulated her after her task from Hogwarts and you happened to be one of them. Needless to say, you'd managed to catch her interest

You started hanging out with her more often and she told you a lot about her sister. You already knew she was a quarter Veela since she'd told you. Now, fast forward to the time the Yule Ball took place (I wish I could go to the Yule Ball 😔). Fleur wanted you to go with her but you'd decided to go with another Gryffindor much to her sadness and disappointment but no worries, she was going to get you back no matter what

But her plans had to be put on hold after the second task was announced. Fleur couldn't save her sister Gabrielle after she got taken underwater by the Merfolk. She'd managed to use the Bubble head charm against the Grindylows but she didn't save her sister yet. She felt like the most useless person on the planet till you came along and comforted her. Oh, and how grateful she was for your comfort. She started crying onto your chest while you patted her head gently telling her that her sister would be all right. You even offered to swim in the lake to find her and get her back but as much as Fleur appreciated and admired your courage, she didn't want you to get involved with such dangerous creatures. She was scared of what they might do to you

After Harry got Gabrielle back, you started hustling and bustling around to get them towels and you placed a hand on Gabrielle and asked her if she was all right. It was literally love at first sight for the younger one. She nodded and Fleur could sense that her sister had started having a crush on you. She was amused and kinda annoyed at the same time. Both of them however realized that they needed to work together when they saw you tending to Cedric and Harry. Their jealousy literally sparked up through the roof and they felt the urge and the need to make you theirs. You would become theirs eventually soon after the tournament was done

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that-pink-magical-girl · 1 year

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Merry christler

Something for @bunnwich s event thingy. Vincent’s favorite holiday is Christmas and giving gifts to everyone.

Also here’s a silly goofy thing I drew. The couple is Vincent and Julian, who argues about which holiday is better. They love each other, they are so silly. The other random guy is Morgan my other oc.

#twst #twst oc #twst fan event #the green one that saved yule #your telling me fries drew this?#twisted wonderland #christmas #ramshackle

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polutrope · 5 months

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@ettelene requested Feanor + boycotting a holiday for the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, ~775 words of condo developer Feanor, his family, and his many rivals. No warnings besides a little cursing (one f-bomb), as usual.

Amid zoning feud with City Hall, Ambar Metta withdraws funding for Yule Parade

Future of beloved celebration threatened by powerful Beleria development group. Has Finvesen’s grudge gone too far?

Fëanor slammed his laptop shut. “Ridiculous accusations,” he muttered into his coffee before taking a sip and grimacing. Too hot.

His phone pinged.

Nelyafinwë 🧡 Did you read it? 8:05am

Fëanáro Slander. Let them lob their accusations at us, you know it’s nothing to do with grudges. If that Singh-Goel had given us the permit for Himring Towers we would not be in this situation. 8:05am

We don’t have the budget! 8:06am

Elu has no one to blame but himself!! 8:07am

Three dots ticked along the bottom of his messaging app. Fëanor slammed the table and slurped his coffee. His eldest could be so infuriating sometimes! What was taking him so long to reply?

Nelyafinwë 🧡 Right. I know. But if Sindar Herald is painting it that way don’t you think we should consider the possible consequences for the business? 8:09am

Thumbs flying in outrage, Fëanor typed a reply. Then deleted it. Then retyped it.

Fëanáro Did your boyfriend put you up to this? 8:11am

Nelyafinwë 🧡 Omg no dad! Fingon hasn’t even seen the article. Curufinwë sent it to me. 8:11am

Fëanáro Curvo sent you this? Why didn’t he tell me himself? 8:11am

Nelyafinwë 🧡 I don’t know. Can I call you? 8:12am

Fëanor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Fëanáro Not right now. 8:12am

Have a good day Nelyo 🙂 8:13am

Fëanor swiped his phone app open and clicked the first name in his call history.

“Hello? Dad?” answered Curufin. His voice was hoarse.

“Curufinwë, why didn’t you tell me about that article?”

“What article?”

Fëanor huffed. “The libel about the Yule Parade sponsorship!”

“Oh, yeah — fucking bullshit.”

“Do you know what your brother said to me? That we should ‘consider the business consequences.’”

“Ugh, really? Sorry dad, I was going to call you, I swear. But I didn’t want to just dump it on you — ugh, Nelyo! — but Tyelpë has a cold and he’s staying home from school, I didn’t have a chance to—”

“What! Tyelperinquar isn’t well?” Fëanor’s indignation over the article was immediately swept aside by a surge of panic for his favourite (only) grandchild. “Why didn’t you ask us to take him! Bring him over at once. I have told you a thousand times, your mother and I can take him anytime you need—”

“No, we can’t.” Nerdanel strolled into the dining room, dressed smartly in a long pencil skirt and blazer with her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

Distracted once more, Fëanor lowered the phone from his mouth and gawked at his wife. “What’s the occasion, Raspberry? You look fabulous!”

“I have that meeting about the wire sculptures at the Aelin-Uial Park light display.” She sighed and slipped into a pair of glossy red flats. “They’re saying we can’t afford the blue and green LEDs — well, they were the ones who wanted the tunnel to have an oceanic vibe.”

“I guarantee Singh-Goel’s behind that!” Fëanor shouted, forgetting he had his son on the phone.

Nerdanel rolled her eyes. Scooping up the paper from the foyer table, she dropped it in front of Fëanor. “Here. I think you should read this. Goodbye, dear.”

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and was out the door.

Fëanor looked at the front page headline.

The holiday spirit is saved! Hithlum Properties picks up the tab for Yule Parade

By Melkor Cifarelli

Underneath this was the grinning face of Fëanor’s greatest rival (damn his brilliant blue eyes and perfect jawline!), he who had won the bid for the redevelopment at Mithrim Lake: Fingolfin Noldoran Finvesen. The biological son of his late beloved father and that gold-digging witch from Valma.

“That bastard!”

“… Dad?” Curufin said on the other end of the line.

“Sorry Curvo dear, I have to go. Oh, Fingolfin, you—! You’ll regret this.”

“Wait, what did he—”

Fëanor ended the call before his son had a chance to finish and furiously scrolled through his contacts for the personal number of Mayor Elu Singh-Goel.

“Yes, hello, Elu! Happy Diwali! Oh - right, of course. What? Of course I knew it happened already. Anyway, I have reconsidered the sponsorship of the Parade. In fact, I’d like to increase Ambar Metta’s funding this year.”

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legally-lupin · 1 year

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The Yule ball- George Weasley x Fem!reader

Summary- you(Gryffindor reader)go to the ball with George Weasley much to Draco’s dismay but nothing will stop you or George.

Warnings: a bit steamy at the end but nothing too extreme.

Words: 1,493

You were getting ready in the dorm room with Hermione and Ginny you three were gossiping to each other as you got ready. You were doing Hermione’s hair.

“Thanks y/n it looks lovely” Hermione grinned looking at her hair in the mirror

“You look gorgeous mione. And you too gin” the two girls smiled brightly whilst fixing themselves in the mirror.

You were wearing a stunning olive green satin cowl neck maxi dress twined with a pair of lace green heels that complimented your attire very well. Your makeup was matched with soft brown pallets on your eyes as well as some gloss.

“I can’t believe you're going with my brother” Ginny laughed

“I can’t believe it either” y/n said blushing slightly.

“Y/n has a crush” Hermione sang teasingly but it was true.

As soon as the yule ball was announced George was the first one to ask you. Of course, many guys did ask you including Draco Malfoy but they weren’t quick enough to capture you. George Weasley was the one who captured your heart.

As you and mione parted ways with Ginny as she went with Neville you both head down the stairs, heels clicking on the old steps as you both walked down arms linked.

Viktor Krum watched Hermione like a hawk. You giggled as you ushered her to him.

“Good luck” she whispered as she shyly went to Viktor

“Well don’t you look ravishing” you turned around smiling shyly

“Thanks, Fred you look rather dashing” you joked and complimented your friend Angelina

“Where’s George?” You felt a hand on your shoulder

“Speak of the devil” Angelia grinned you looked up at George smiling a pearly white smile

“Oh Georgie you look so handsome” you straighten up his tie and the boy reddened

“Thank you love but you are looking drop-dead gorgeous tonight. I mean you look lovely all the time” you chuckled and blushed at the boy's rambling and gave him a kiss on the cheek making him go a crimson red.

“Thank you, George” you linked arms with him and went into the great hall waiting for the champions to enter. You and George were talking when you were interrupted by someone.

“Y/n you look breathtaking” it was Draco Malfoy. You smiled at Draco

“Thanks, Draco you look good too” you held onto George’s arm tighter to reassure him as he looked down at the floor.

“Save me a dance will you?” the blonde hair boy asked his date looked at him in shock as he wasn’t giving her no attention

“If you’re lucky” you simply replied going back to you and George’s conversation.

As the champions walked in with their dates you made eye contact with Hermione giving her a big thumbs up and a cheeky wink sent to the girl who just simply laughed at her friend and you gave a good luck smile to Harry who looked terrified. Soon after the champions finished their dance everyone started dancing looking down at you and smiling the redhead boy offered his hand

“M’lady” you giggled and took his hand and the both of you were dancing together and it was pure bliss. George’s hand was firm on your waist and one in your hand and one of yours was on his shoulder whilst the other linked with his hand. You two got many stares but you danced like there was no one in the room.

The two of you sat down next to his twin whilst Angelina danced with a drumstrang boy.

“Can you believe it? The cheek of that guy honestly” Fred huffed taking a drink of his punch

“Oooo someone’s jealous” y/n sang teasingly at the boy poking his side

“I’m not jealous at all. Hey y/n wanna dance” Fred shot up and offered his hand you looked at George offering your hand

“Let’s all dance yeah?” The twin's eyes lit up and dragged you to the dance floor. The three of you danced to the upbeat music and Angelina stole a glance at the three of you. She felt guilty.

“This is fun!” Fred screamed over the loud music twirling you around. You giggled slightly and a wave of dizziness came over you. You bumped into George’s chest

“Merlin I feel dizzy” you stopped for a min

“Too much spinning?” Fred asked his head tilting to the side you nod your head laughing

“Just a bit I’m gonna go sit down for a minute” you trailed your way through many body’s and went to sit down waiting for your head to stop spinning. You then felt a presence next to you.

“Why are you here by yourself?” Draco asked sitting next to you

“Just waiting for my head to stop spinning” you simply said with your heads in your hands

“Y/n!” You looked up to see the twins jogging towards you

“What do you want Malfoy” Fred became instinctively protective

“Listen Weasley I’m not doing anything I was just seeing if she wanted to dance” Malfoy spat not looking at the boys

“Does she look like she wants to dan-

“Fred” y/n interrupted the boy and stood up

“Georgie I’m just giving him one dance otherwise he won’t shut up about it” George nodded understandingly he trusted you. You were his best friend, he loved you more than that obviously but he was too scared to tell you

“We’ll be waiting” the twins stated at the same time. Sitting down where you were just sat. Malfoy smirked then offered his arm and you both swayed to a slow song

“So you having a good night?” Draco asked turning you around

“Yeah, it’s been lovely. What happened to your date?” You joked as he dipped you down

“She was annoying” he simply stated and lifted you back up your noses touched Draco's pale skin turned into a pink tint but you moved your face and kept dancing. Once the song had finished you bid your goodbyes to Draco who thanked you for making his night a whole lot better. You saw the twins waiting at the doors for you.

“What the hell was that Malfoy was about to kiss you,” Fred says the three of you walking to the common room

“I moved my face. I don’t want my first kiss to be him” the twins stopped and looked at you

“What?” You three stood on the staircase

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” George pried

“No” you shyly said looking down at the floor to hide the redness of your cheeks

“Wow,” the twins said you raised an eyebrow at the two. You three entered the common room and threw yourselves on the couches by the fireplace.

George sat beside you and Fred sat on the floor resting his head on the chair

“It’s been a great night thank you, Boys, for making it even better” y/n smiled at the twins resting her head on George’s shoulder and staring into the fire, a few moments later Angelina walked in smiling to herself. Her smile dropped when she saw the three of you. Fred didn’t look at her and just lifted his head to the edge of the sofa staring at the ceiling the air was tense.

“Hey guys” Angelina awkwardly said sitting on an armchair

“Hey Angie” y/n smiled at the girl who just looked guilty for some reason

“Fred I’m sorry” Fred huffed the girl's words and got up to sit beside you not looking at her

“You kissed him, Angelina. You were my date” Fred spat staring at the fire

“Wait what” y/n stared in shock

“It happened when you were dancing with Malfoy” George whispered to her. y/n eyes widened at George who bit the inside of his cheek you placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder. He looked so sad Angelina cried and ran up to her dorm.

“Hey, Freddie how bout us three go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Fred just shrugged his shoulders bid his goodnight and went to his dormitory.

Y/n gave a sad smile to George who just stared at her. Her kindness and her love for his family just made him feel so warm. His mother loved her. She always helped out in the house even when Mrs.Weasley said it’s not a problem.

“George?” Y/n George shook his head and looked at the fire

“Sorry love didn’t mean to stare too long for you to notice” he laughed and nudges the girl she blushed staring at him. His lightly freckled face those gorgeous brown eyes that fiery red locks

“Now you’re staring lo-” George was cut off by a sweet kiss. The kiss he’s been waiting for ages for.

“Oh Merlin George I'm so sorry-“ y/n was cut off by a kiss this time it was longer y/n hand went in George’s hair tugging at it slightly he held back a moan as he pulled her onto his lap his big hands going on to her waist pulling her insanely close to him. Y/n hands wrapped around his neck tugging at his hair now and then. The two were interrupted by a very horrified Ginny and a smirking Hermione.

“Ooooo y/n!!!” Hermione cheered for her friend as Ginny pretended to gag

“So gross you two. Get a room” Ginny laughed and walked off with Hermione

“Maybe we will” George shouted only getting a vomiting sound as a response.

“Love, will you do the honours of being mine?” George smiled as the girl said yes and kissed her once more.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley oneshot #george weasley imagine #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter x reader

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elisedonut · 4 months

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❄️HARRY POTTER REC FEST 2023❄️

Lightning round because i for sure got distracted and never finished after day 12

so here we go i wont go into too much detail for any of these I did skip a couple that i didn't have an idea for as expected but enjoy!

13. A fic with over 100k words

Percy Take the Wheel by KittySmith

My personal favorite long Percy-centric fic!

Based on the concept of “What if Molly and Arthur died between the first and second books and Percy ended up being the brother to step up to take care of his younger siblings”

14. A favorite series

Harry Potter and the Ticket Backwards by viciousmouse

Gen Time travel Au’s my beloved. Another Harry goes back in fic but this one has a ton of focus on smaller characters Dudley, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott ect ect.

Also Harry convinces Percy to try to become a lawyer.

16 A fic that made you laugh

Hexes Are Not Romantic by Electroid

Flintley with Marcus being dumb and not going about this whole flirting thing very well. Very cute.

19. Fic with the hottest smut

Points (not) Taken by Green

Flintley with honestly, again Marcus just not doing boundaries but i think about it alot, it’s probably one of my favorite Flintley works.

20. A fic rated G

Dancing Lessons by HPfanatic12

Gen fic where Percy teaches Harry how to dance for the Yule Ball. Very cute and fun concept.

+ Ludicrous by mrsprobie

Justin Finch-Fletchley/Percy Weasley, meet cute. Very cute.

23. A soulmate fic

Into Oblivion by hmweasley

Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley, I know someone else has Rec’ed this one for this fest already but i am too it’s very interesting

24. A holiday fic

Saving Christmas by A_Door

Percy Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Very cute story of Blaise trying to show Percy their into him without saying it despite their many attempts going right over Percy’s head.

25. A fic rated T

wholly true by starsailing

Flintley, Once again awkward Marcus trying to court/flirt will never not be entertaining to me. In this case with gift giving

26. A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about

There's Rue for You by Mr_Customs_Man

Flintley but only like kinda, anyway Ok so i’ll admit i'm stretching ending here. The part I think the most about with this is the end of Percy’s stay with Marcus but still I think about the regular ending too, because that whole last paragraph is just oof.

It’s fic exploring an AU where Peter polyjuiced as Percy after the fight and Percy goes through hell

27. A Muggle-AU fic

blueberry eyes ( seem to make time still ) by pandorascrate

Hannah Abbott/Percy Weasley. I liked that they didn't immediately get together. It took years in the story for them to get together. Also Percy feels good in this. I like the way he was written.

29. A post-canon fic More Lessons in Grieving as Taught by Dennis Creevy by angeladex

Gen Dennis and George talk after the final battle. Pulling Dennis into stories revolving around the Weasley’s grief for Fred is always really interesting to me and i’m not going to lie this one almost made me cry.

30. A pre-canon fic Life Lessons as Taught by Luna Lovegood by angeladex

Gen When Luna’s mom dies she goes to the burrow to tell the Weasley’s her family won’t be coming over for dinner after all and Percy walks her home. I really liked this. Percy’s reactions to a 9 year old Luna trying to weave around saying outright that her mom is dead was really good.

31. A fav amongst favs Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by Patriceavril

Stan Shunpike/Percy Weasley, I’m very biased towards this one i won’t even lie but i love it very much. It’s cute, it’s sweet. Percy’s characterization is really nice. Stan’s characterization is really fun.

@hprecfest

#hprecfest2023 #percy weasley #marcus flint #draco malfoy #george weasley #hannah abbott #justin finch fletchley #stan shunpike #dennis creevey #luna lovegood #flintley #Stercy #blaise zabini

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dragon-in-the-woods · 6 months

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Tips for regressors/dreamers with religious trauma, as the holiday season comes up. And tips for regressors/dreamers with seasonal depression.

(DNI: Pro/com shippers/anti antis, and/or if you sexualize regression in any capacity.)

SFW only, under the cut for space.

First and foremost, "christmas" is an entirely stolen holiday. Most of it is stolen from Yule, a Norse holiday, but other elements come from Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, and other winter holidays. So don't feel bad about not celebrating! Now, for tips:

-If the ideas about Santa Claus cause any anxiety, write a letter to Odin instead! Odin (Norse mythology) was the original Santa, before christians stole the holiday. He's very kind and fatherly, and he won't be offended, so don't worry about making any "mistakes" in your letter.

-In the same category, leave cookies and milk for Odin instead. They're a great offering for most other deities as well, for any pagan regressors.

-Make new associations with "christmas" items. Cinnamon, oranges, mistletoe, pine trees, etc are all associations with Yule. The items were to bring joy and abundance during the dark and cold winter months.

-Warm drinks! Hot cocoa, tea, coffee, warm milk- find something you like and put it in your sippy cup. For littles without gear, the coffee lids used at most coffee shops are a good mimic- just wash and save the cups and lid for later.

-Listen to different music. I hate christmas music so if a store I go into is playing it, I'll pop in my earbuds while I shop. In the car, I choose a different radio station or use my own music.

-If you're required to do any holiday activities you don't want to do, imagine your caregiver F/O being there with you, also wanting to leave but having to stay. Maybe they're cracking jokes to make you laugh, or making fun of someone you don't like at the event to make you laugh.

Tips for seasonal depression:

-My therapist recommended this one! Do an activity sitting by a window where the sunlight is coming in. The warmth will help any cold in your body, and you'll get the Vitamin D from the sun, all while being inside and out of the cold.

-Keep moving your body. Stretches, exercises in one spot, and other things like that to stay indoors in the warmth. If you feel up to it, go outside and walk or jog.

-Healthy foods! With depression it's easy to slack on this, but at least try to make an effort. Meats are best for health and for energy levels. Fruits and veggies are getting expensive as the go out of season, so don't be afraid to get canned stuff if you can't afford fresh. My favorite veggie snack: canned green beans, either cooked on the stove with butter and salt, or if you're short on time, drained then microwaved on a plate with just salt.

-Imagine your caregiver F/O cuddling you as you rest. Imagine what nice and encouraging things they'd say. They love you and want you to feel better.

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POV: you get convinced by your best friend pansy to go to the first Yule ball after party and the Slytherins are hosting…let’s just say Theo,draco, and Blaise can all play the guitar heheheh🎸🎸🎸

btw I made a playlist for this

lorenzolover is my user and the playlist is called Yule ball after party remake!

Hey guys this is my first time ever writing b4 so just feel free to leave me some feed back but I thought of this and I can’t forget about it

Also I’m writing this while listening to AM on vinyl and my mahogany apple candle is burning I mean how fitting okay whatever I need to stop okay bye

Everyone is in 6th year!!! All characters in this are either head cannons or Jk Rowlings creds to all!!

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drugs, fighting between characters , kissing

enjoy!!

“Y/N!!!!!” Pansy yells at you from the bathroom connected to your shared dorm. You walk in to see her struggling to zip her short black silk dress and her Yule ball dress on the ground in the corner. You walk over and let out a small laugh before eventually helping your friend out. “Wow pans you look breathtaking” you say before you could do anything else Pansy grabs your hands while begging you to go to the party with her. While in potions a week ago the both of you had been told by Blaise that they are throwing the first Yule ball after party. You have never been a big party person only ever going to small gatherings usually held at the black lake. I mean what can you say you’re a simple gal. “Please please PLEASE Y/N please come to the party I promise you will have sooo much fun plus a special someone is going to be there” she says with a smirk. You cheeks immediately turn a dark pink knowing exactly who she was talking about… the one and only Theodore Nott but I mean you couldn’t help it he’s gorgeous and has always had a soft spot for you. After five more minutes of begging you cave in and decide to go. “ YAY Y/N I have the perfect dress that will match y/e/c” Pansy said while practically grinning from ear to ear. Pansy begins searching her closet for the dress when she eventually pulls out a dark green body con dress. You’ve never been one to wear tight dress because you found them uncomfortable but you had no other choice. “ well what are you waiting for put it on we only have thirty minutes!!” Pansy says while laying the dress onto your bed. You go to put it on and take a look in your mirror and you think to your self damn I look good. After you are done changing into your new dress you hang your Yule ball dress onto the door of the closet before closing it you grab your black stilettos.

You and Pansy take a few polaroid pictures before walking out the door to the boys dorm. Just as you are about to knock Theo comes walking up the stairs in his unbuttoned white oxford shirt and dress pants. You think to yourself god that he looks so good. ( okay but imagine that like omg) “Oh hey guys” Theo greeted before walking to the door to unlock it and walk in. You and Pansy walk through the door and see Blaise performing a spell to double his supply of fire whiskey so they have enough for the party. Draco is in the bathroom applying cologne. Draco walks out and says “ Okay let’s go guys we have to get all this alcohol downstairs” everyone nods and each person grabs two bottles. As you’re walking down the stairs you lose your balance and almost fall until you feel an arm around your waist saving you from face-planting. You look behind you and see Theo smirking at you but before you can say thank you he bends down to your ear and whispers “be careful I don’t want you hurting that pretty face of yours”. All you could do was blush and turn your head in an attempt to hide it but little did you know he already saw the effect he had on you. Once Theo let go of your waist so you could continue walking you couldn’t help but feel a pain of sadness since he was no longer touching you. After setting up the whiskey ,casting a silencing charm on the common room, and setting up the lights and music the room was finally ready. After thirty minutes the room was filled with people dancing and loud music. You hated to admit but you were having the time of your life. You were dancing with Pansy in the middle of the dance floor you were on your second drink and started to feel buzzed. Adrian Pucey and his other friends were drunk and started to try and dance with Cho Chang who was waiting for Cedric to get back with drinks for the two. “Please go away Pucey! I told you I’m not interested” she continued to plead but he didn’t care.” Hey Pucey she said she’s not interested just back off ” Cedric said with two drinks in his grasp. “ come on Cho I know you are just playing hard to get” Pucey persisted but Cedric had enough and gave the drinks to Cho before pushing Pucey away. “ She said she isn’t interested.” Pucey pushed Cedric back and threw the first punch. Cedric punches Pucey until Pucey gets knocked into the speaker causing the music to stop. Everyone starts complaining until Draco yells out to everyone to hold on. He rushes up the stairs to his shared dorm. Following along are Theo and Blaise. You look at Pansy with a confused expression that she shares with you. The boys come back down stairs with guitars in hand. Theo’s hand around the neck of the electric guitar. You can’t help but stare. Draco connects a new speaker to all of the boys guitars and continues the music.

Start playing in my feelings by Lana del Ray!!

Draco is the first to start strumming his guitar. Theo and Blaise joining along. Everyone started to yell and cheer at the boys who saved the party and god did they look so good. Pansy and you are both star struck not knowing they are had the ability to play guitar. This only made you attracted to Theo even more. You and Pansy began to swing your hips to the music together when you make eye contact with Theo. Your heart started to skip a beat and the both of you held eye contact until he eventually winked and closed his eyes throwing his head back as he continued the song. (Peep the cover page but imagine it’s a electric guitar) The night continues and you were eyeing Theo down as the boys are playing their final song of the the night, Call Out My Name by the weekend. Pansy saw you staring and whispered into your ear” if it makes you feel better Y/N he’s been staring at you all night too” that made your stomach flutter. As the song came to an end, you looked up to see Theo walking over to you after finishing the song. Pansy had walked away to go talk to Blaise and Draco leaving you guys alone. Now Theo was stood in front of you causing you to have to tilt your neck back so you could see him. He said something but you couldn’t hear it. He took a note of this and bent down to your eye level and said “ I asked how did you like it” all you could do was think about how close you were to him. You eventually gathered the words to say” I loved it don’t get me wrong but I didn’t know you could play, why did you never tell me?” you asked the boy. Theo smirked and said “ well some things are just better off as surprises”. He held out his hand sending you the message that he wanted to dance. You slowly reached your hand out to connect it with his.

start playing she by harry styles!

Draco and Blaise had gone back for one last song because Pansy begged for them to play your favorite song basically setting you up but what’s new. You and Theo started to sway to the music and you mumbled “I love this song” not thinking he could hear you. But he already knew this he always noticed how you would hum this song while trying to focus on making a potion or how you would always request it at gatherings. He took notice of everything you did. As the song continued the two of you maintained eye contact. Your arms were draped over the back of his neck and his hands rested on your hips while swaying them to the song. The space between the two of you had slowly started to close as the song neared the end. Theo bent down to your ear and whispered “ you look beautiful tonight” making your ears warm and causing you to hide you face in the crook of his neck. Theo let go of your waist letting one of his hand gently prop your chin up so you could look at him. Your breath hitched and you were thinking this can’t be real this can’t be real. It felt like it were only you two in the room now. As if you both noticed, you couldn’t help it anymore and closed the space between you. Your lips touched and he immediately kissed back. Theo pulled you even closer by pushing your lower back with one hand and the other hand on your upper back. When you pulled back for air, Theo whispered into your ear and said “finally, but I was supposed to be the one to kiss you first”

Should I make a pt 2?

Is this even good?

Idk this is so cringe what am I doing

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