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cyberbenb · 4 months ago

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Slavoj Žižek: Fate no longer smiles on us, Europeans

The second line of the Ukrainian national anthem — “Fate/luck still smiles on us, fellow Ukrainians” — sadly no longer holds. Much worse, we should extend this retreat of luck to Europe itself: Fate/luck no longer smiles on us, fellow Europeans. The situation is now so serious that the same old points should be repeated again and again—perhaps they will find more resonance today now that the crisis has broken out openly.

To anyone who follows our media, it is more than obvious how U.S. President Donald Trump’s new administration has thrown our time out of joint in both domestic and foreign policy. But why should Europe be the one chosen to set the time straight? The reason is not just that it seems to be the big loser of Trump��s new global politics.

Some of us still remember the famous opening of “The Communist Manifesto”: “A specter is haunting Europe — the specter of communism. All the powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this specter: Pope and Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police-spies…”

Could we not use the same words to characterize the status of “Europe” in today’s public perception? A specter is haunting the world — the specter of Eurocentrism. All the powers of old Europe and of the new world order have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this specter: Nigel Farage and Russian President Vladimir Putin, AfD and Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán, pro-immigrant anti-racists and protectors of traditional European values, Latin American leftists and Arab conservatives, West Bank Zionists and Chinese “patriotic” communists…

There is a profound similarity between Trump’s attacks on the triad of environmentalism, political correctness, and LGBT+ rights and the conflict between Russia and Europe. One should ask a simple question: Which civilization today fully embodies the triad attacked by Trump? Only one: European civilization, as the latest form of Enlightenment.

In an interview on July 15, 2018, just after a stormy meeting with EU leaders, Trump mentioned the European Union as the first in the line of “foes” of the U.S., ahead of Russia and China. What Trump tries to do is dissolve European unity, and his efforts are finding an echo in more and more European states (Hungary, Germany, Austria, the U.K.).

During the Munich Security Conference, the first act of U.S. Vice President JD Vance was to launch a brutal ideological assault on Europe, accusing its leaders of suppressing free speech, failing to halt illegal migration, and running in fear from voters’ true beliefs. He openly questioned whether current European values warranted defense by the U.S.

“Europe” today is a terrain of ideological and political struggle. Many ideas of Europe compete and exist in a kind of superposition: the conservative notion of Europe as a space of Christian sovereign states, the technocratic vision of Europe as an economic unity, and more.

So which Europe bothers Trump as well as European populists? It is the Europe of transnational unity, the Europe vaguely aware that, to cope with the challenges of our moment, we must move beyond the constraints of nation-states. It is the Europe that also desperately strives to remain faithful to the old Enlightenment motto of solidarity with victims, the Europe aware that humanity is now one — that we are all on the same boat (or, as we say, on the same Spaceship Earth), so that others’ misery is also our problem.

This brings us to the scandalous performance called the Munich Security Conference. Timothy Garton Ash raised the question apropos of the Munich conference: “Will the peace be like Chamberlain’s peace for our time?”

My answer is that it could turn out to be even worse because our time is a new time of BRICS multipolarity. Both prospects of peace in which Trump’s administration is now engaged — Gaza and Ukraine — are exemplary cases of how the BRICS world that is now emerging will function. Yes, it will be multipolar, but in the sense of a few strong states each defining its own sphere of influence and limiting the sovereignty of its smaller neighbors. Trump’s foreign policy fully fits the BRICS world: He admits Ukraine is in Russia’s sphere of influence while insisting that Canada, Greenland, Mexico, and Panama are in the U.S. sphere of influence.

“He (Trump) admits Ukraine is in Russia’s sphere of influence while insisting that Canada, Greenland, Mexico, and Panama are in the U.S. sphere of influence.”

That’s why he immediately engaged in negotiations with Putin, openly excluding Europe from peace talks. Even when Trump and Putin disagree on many things, they already speak the same language. No wonder Trump also said that Russia should rejoin the G7, signaling a general re-normalization of Russia. So it is not just that Europe should unite to become one more big power within the BRICS space; it should become an exception, a place that offers support to the victims of the new BRICS superpowers, each of which defines its own sphere of influence.

The announced U.S. takeover of Gaza demonstrates what happens within a superpower’s sphere of influence: To put it bluntly, you do what you want, dropping all pretense. When Trump announced his plan to take over Gaza, we found ourselves back at the two-state solution rejected by Israel, only with one minor detail changed: The two states are not Israel and Palestine but Israel and the United States.

So what will happen if Trump succeeds and peace prevails in an ethnically cleansed greater Israel? Shakespeare wrote, “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” The horror with Trump is even worse: If his evil deeds succeed, they will be remembered as good, as something that brought peace.

The peace plan advocated by the U.S. will leave Ukraine caught between two colonizations. The eastern part will be directly annexed by Russia, while the western part will be turned into a de facto economic colony, with large portions of its fertile land already owned by Western corporations, its natural resources plundered, etc. For Trump, a “peace guarantee” means guarantees from both sides (Ukraine and Russia) that the U.S. will have free access to Ukraine’s natural resources to cover the costs of its military aid to Ukraine. So Russia will keep (part of) its cake, and the U.S. will eat (part of) it, with Ukraine left with nothing — at best, some symbolic titles.

U.S. President Donald Trump speaks to reporters in West Palm Beach, Fla., on Feb. 16, 2025. (Roberto Schmidt / AFP via Getty Images)

So what can Europe do in what former Greek Finance Minister Yanis Varoufakis describes as “Europe's last chance to seize autonomy from the U.S.?” Many things. Regarding Gaza, Europe could go beyond condemning the Trump takeover and simply organize a large relief operation, bringing food, medical equipment, tents, and other necessities by sea and from Egypt. If the U.S., not just Israel, were to block this aid, the already obvious truth would be even harder to ignore.

As for Ukraine, Europe must draw the consequences of what Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky said in Munich on Feb. 15, 2025: “Let’s be honest. Now we can’t rule out the possibility that America might say no to Europe on an issue that threatens it. Many, many leaders have talked about Europe needing its own military — an army of Europe.”

Ukraine now faces a difficult choice between the U.S. and Europe. Until now, it has been able to rely on both, but the crack is now wide open. The U.S. message is clear: negotiations will begin between Washington and Moscow, with Kyiv joining later — its role reduced to signing whatever the two major powers decide. The implicit threat? If Kyiv refuses, it will be left to fend for itself — alongside Europe, which is conspicuously excluded from the talks, despite the war unfolding on its soil. Statements by U.S. Vice President JD Vance against Europe make it clear that the real target of the U.S.’ shift on Ukraine is not Ukraine itself but Europe — specifically, its emancipatory legacy.

"The U.S. message is clear: negotiations will begin between Washington and Moscow, with Kyiv joining later — its role reduced to signing whatever the two major powers decide."

The question that lingers behind all this is: Will Putin take the negotiations seriously at all, or are they just another step in Russia’s continuous expansion? The answer is not buried deep in Russia’s soul — it depends largely on how others respond to Russian politics.

So, again, what should and could Europe do to assert itself as an autonomous power? First, Europe must clearly (re)define itself — and here, problems already arise, with states and populist forces opposing both a united Europe and its emancipatory legacy.

Second, part of this redefinition is military autonomy. John Bolton predicts that Trump will withdraw the U.S. from NATO — let’s hope this happens and NATO becomes the armed force of a united Europe.

Third, Europe will have to rethink its economic policy toward greater coordination and—to use the prohibited word—planning. Large-scale, obligatory planning, not just vague “coordination” or “collaboration,” is the only way to confront the crises threatening our very survival.

Planning in times of multiple crises must combine features that may appear mutually exclusive: while outcomes cannot be fully predicted, let alone planned, this very unpredictability demands rigorous preparation. In short, even though crises cannot be planned, they require a great deal of planning.

After carefully outlining competing tendencies, we must act with full awareness that unexpected consequences may force us to shift course. Does this sound utopian? Absolutely not — just look at some of the world’s most successful economies, where the state plays a central role in regulating and directing economic activity, from Switzerland and Singapore to South Korea.

In other words, the stance Europe should adopt today is one of principled pragmatism. Groucho Marx once said, “These are my principles, and if you don’t like them… well, I have others.” This is the formula of unprincipled pragmatism — when those in power change their principles merely to stay in power.

In the ongoing negotiations about peace in Ukraine, Trump presents himself as a pragmatic realist, urging all sides to choose the lesser evil. But as none other than Jerry Garcia put it, “Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.”

On the other hand, there is the dogmatic advocacy of principles — sticking to them even at the cost of economic and social disruption. Principled pragmatism does not seek a middle ground between these two extremes; it means something much more precise: when circumstances change radically, we must adjust many of our particular positions precisely to remain faithful to our core principles.

For Europe, the principle at stake is unconditional fidelity to the Enlightenment legacy, while the pragmatic aspect involves navigating unpredictable and difficult decisions. Europe is clearly no longer treated as the U.S.’s primary ally, so one option to consider is a strategic alliance with China against the emerging axis of the U.S., Russia, and India. Although China is closer to Russia in the war against Ukraine, it has sent clear signals that it does not fully support Russia’s aggressive politics.

Europe should seize this crisis as an opportunity to reassert itself and regain strength. French President Emmanuel Macron was right to convene an urgent summit of European leaders in Paris, but the real question is how far this group can and will go. Will it be just another declaration — an excuse to do nothing? In recent decades, Europe has been full of such declarations.

So my conclusion is not cautiously optimistic but pessimistic — with a hope that miracles can still happen. The battle is almost lost, but not yet fully lost. We constantly hear that Europe is lagging behind the U.S. and China in digitalization and AI. However, sometimes being late is an advantage: it allows us to watch others make inevitable mistakes and enter the process in a more informed way. It is here that we should recall Nietzsche’s maxim: “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”

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gorgeousevolution · 4 years ago

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I saw a tiktok that said this song is about the Glorious Evolution and now I can’t stop listening to it

“Look inside of me and see that I am not afraid

To walk inside the void like a kid inside a cave”

“I know I'm made of clay that's worn

Blighted by imperfect form

But I will trust the artist molding me”

“I am creation, both haunted and holy

Made in glory”

“Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete

I identify the echo of what is and what will be”

“Hidden in the space between

Hero and the enemy

Early days and sleepless nights

Death and resurrection, life

My body is a sacred note

Sung between the flesh and hope”

I can’t be the only one that sees how wonderfully this parallels Viktor’s story in Arcane!

#the song is about humanity being perfect and holy creations of god as well as humanitys helplessness as inherently sinful beings #i am agnostic but grew up in a religious household and pondered very similar feelings for a long time #viktor #arcane #viktor arcane #arcane victor #Spotify

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sanzoumon · 4 years ago

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**FIRE FORCE FIC PROMPTS**

Note: A good chunk of these are smut prompts, featuring various ships (mostly BL ships). There are noncon prompts at the end, clearly marked where they start. I threw in some purely platonic SFW prompts for those of you who are into weird stuff like that lol

Please, if you like any of these prompts and are going to write them - tell me. Also some of these prompts are super detailed while others are like one sentence long.

Ships Included:

Konro x Benimaru • Joker x Benimaru • Viktor x Joker • Burns x Joker • Shinra x Sho • Shinra x Arthur • Charon x Haumea

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-PLATONIC-

- Arrow & Sho. Sho gets upset and cries into Arrow’s chest. He’s so upset he calls her “mommy” without realizing it.

- Charon & Haumea. “Unconditional love” is what his thoughts told her. What she doesn’t understand is why. No matter how much she tries to find out, the answer alludes her.

- Shinra & Sho. Bed sharing and cuddling.

-SHIPPING-

Konro x Benimaru

- Teenage!Benimaru confesses his love for Konro when he’s drunk after having drank Sake for the first time.

- D/s. Benimaru loves giving up control to Konro when they have sex.

- Rumors about them being in a relationship spread, leading to so unsavory comments about Konro regarding their age difference. (Ex: suggesting Konro took advantage of Beni when he was young; that it’s creepy since Konro was an adult while Beni was a child when they first met; etc) Needless to say, Benimaru gets pissed anyone would dare think that about Konro.

- Doppelgänger!Konro x Doppelgänger!Benimaru. Hell’s a little nicer when you have someone you love to have sex with. Even Doppelgängers feel love.

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and wreaks havoc because his Konro is dead. Now he wants Konro to replace him and he won’t let Benimaru get in the way of that. (Doppel!Beni is Yandere for Konro [both if them] because that’s how people perceive Benimaru to be... and turns out it’s correct, Benimaru IS Yandere for Konro).

- Mourning. Doppel!Benimaru finds out his Konro is dead. All of Adolla quakes from the outburst of his sorrow.

- (past noncon) Teenage!Benimaru tries to thank Konro in the only way he knows how - with his body. Konro is, reasonably, freaked out and finds out why it is Beni thinks this is appropriate.

- Benimaru is a bit of a submissive masochist. Konro is happy to help with whatever Beni needs.

- Their first time together wasn’t gentle. It was passionate, overwhelming, aggressive, heated, rough. All their pent up feelings for each out came rushing out violently and they were both happy to get caught up in it. Benimaru never felt so content in his life as when Konro was manhandling him that night.

- Benimaru does something special, and embarrassing, for Konro. Puppy-play.

- Konro is a bit of a voyeur. Those pictures he took of Beni for the calendar are not the only pictures he has of him. For Konro’s birthday, Benimaru supplies him with extra special pictures that Beni took of himself. As it happens, Benimaru is an exhibitionist.

- The world is on fire and Benimaru has nothing left to give. Before the flames take him he has to tell Konro he loves him. (Sad fic, death fic)

Joker x Benimaru // Benimaru x Joker

- They each have their own shit to be frustrated about. They take it out on each other when one of them needs it. It’s fine, they can take it.

- It’s not love. They don’t even like each other. They irritate each other. But they sure do love angry fucking each other.

Viktor x Joker

- Joker loves how fascinating Viktor finds him.

- Unlike any other partners he’s had, Viktor treats Joker gently when they have sex. He’s not used to it and gets flustered.

- After killing the captain at the Holy Sol Temple, the reality of the situation hits him. The man who violated him for years, who continued to haunt his nightmares into adulthood, was dead. All of a sudden he needs to see Viktor no matter what. (Hurt/comfort)

Burns x Joker

- (past noncon) Joker cries during sex and Burns really doesn’t know what to do about it.

- 52 has a crush on Burns and comes onto him one night. Burns can’t bring himself to turn him down, knowing what 52 goes through, and opts to make him feel good instead.

- Joker mourns Burns’ death.

- After all these years, Joker has daddy issues. It doesn’t surprise Burns’ in the slightest when Joker calls him “daddy” in bed. What surprises him is how much he enjoys being called that.

Shinra x Sho

- Sho has zero sense of personal space and Shinra’s been having some very uncomfortable thoughts about his little brother.

- Sho is in love with Shinra and doesn’t understand why everyone says it’s “wrong”.

- “Let big brother take care of you.”

- (past noncon) Arrow confesses to Shinra about all the terrible things the White Clad did to Sho since they abducted him. When he got old enough to start questioning things, they broke him. They did it again after Shinra’s Adolla Link with Sho (which in turn Shinra feels guilty for). [this one could be romantic or brotherly but either way hurt/comfort]

- Shinra thinks Sho is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. An angel too perfect for a devil like him.

- A little bit of brotherly playful roughhousing, making up for all the years they lost, leads to something much more heated. Neither stops to think about it, it feels too good to finally be together.

- Shinra likes it a lot when Sho cries out “big brother” while they make love.

Shinra x Arthur

- A stupid argument about something pointless ends in Shinra pinning Arthur to the floor. Before either knows it they’re grinding against each other, kissing harshly.

- (attempted noncon) Doppel!Shinra tries to force himself on Arthur when Arthur confronts him about the real Shinra’s whereabouts.

- Arthur knows this isn’t the real Shinra, but there’s something alluringly taboo about being taken roughly by a devil like this.

Charon x Haumea

- The world is about to burn, but before she fulfills her duty she wants to show Charon how thankful she truly is for his devotion to her all this time. She figures she’ll kill two birds with one stone, rewarding him and indulging in pleasure herself.

-NONCON-

Mob x Benimaru

- Before ending up in Asakusa, being found and taken in by Hibachi, Benimaru lived on the streets of the Tokyo Empire. There’s a good reason he resents the Tokyo Empire and doesn’t like to leave Asakusa. A child alone on the streets is dangerous and he was so weak back then. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be cornered in some alley and sexually assaulted, left in the trash once they were done with him.

- Benimaru doesn’t know how this happening to him of all people, why he’s unable to fight off his attackers. They’re mocking him, degrading him, humiliating him, and they’re forcing him to get off on what’s being done to him. At some point he starts crying, begging for them to stop, which only makes them enjoy his torment more.

- Benimaru is drunk off his ass and someone decides to take advantage of the situation. How often do you get the chance to have Asakusa’s “King of Destruction” begging for you to fuck him?

Mob x Joker

- 52 still isn’t learning his lesson. To break him further, and to reward the rest of the shadows for their hard work and dedication, the captain has them punish 52 by letting them do whatever they want to him (nothing that will cause permanent injury, at least). 52’s entire week was spent as a plaything for them all, torture, rape, humiliation, degradation, all manner of creative punishment. It came damn close to breaking him.

- The criminal underworld isn’t a nice place. Sometimes Joker messes with the wrong people and he got taught painful lessons, no different from what the captain did to him.

- Forced Burns x Joker. The church calls it a bonding ceremony. Burns knows it’s just their way of attempting to break 52 by having the one person who hasn’t mistreated him hurt him. If Burns refuses, it won’t end well for anyone involved. So he forces himself on 52 and hates himself for it.

Mob x Sho

- (Extreme underage) Sho was just too tiny and cute. Only 5 years old. So soft, so sweet. Naturally, they had to beat that out of him.

- Haumea x Sho. She dresses him up like the beautiful doll he is. She plays with him like the toy he is. She violates him like the object he is. She makes him cry, cry out for his brother, his mother, Arrow, anyone, like the child he is. She makes him spread his legs for other White Clad members and then hurts him when he gets his dress dirty, like the useless slut he is. She leaves him hard, needy, alone for hours, until he’s begging for release. She tells him if his brother could see him now, he’d be disgusted by him. He agrees.

Kurono x Nataku

- Kurono loves every pathetic thing about Nataku. Or it’s as close to love as he’s capable of. In his own twisted way, he shows his affection for the boy.

- Nataku is such a masochistic boy, it’s impossible for Kurono to resist him.

Doppel!Benimaru x Konro

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and infiltrates Company 7 while Benimaru is away. He tricks Konro into fucking him.

- Doppel!Benimaru promises to leave Asakusa alone in exchange for Konro fucking him.

Doppel!Konro x Benimaru

- Konro wasn’t there when the Demon Infernal showed up. Benimaru attempts to fight it on his own but the demon gets him on his back and starts ripping off his clothes. Benimaru is too confused to register just what’s happening until he feels white hot searing pain splitting him in half. He’s afraid, too shocked and in too much pain to do anything. In spite of it all, he gets hard. The demon notices and its grin gets wider. He remembers a burning hand jacking him off and feeling liquid fire inside him. Before he blacks out he hears Konro call out his name. When he wakes, the demon is gone and Konro is hurt.

Doppel!Benimaru x Benimaru

- Doppel!Beni captures Konro and forces him to watch while he rapes Benimaru. Beni can’t fight back because he and his Doppelgänger and too evenly matched and Konro would be hurt. All the while his Doppelgänger taunts him and Konro, describing how “his Konro” (the Doppelgänger) used to fuck him - finding all of Benimaru’s sensitive spots easily because he had them too. Tells them how it’s obvious to everyone how in love they are, that everyone suspects they’re together, because Doppel!Konro has been fucking Doppel!Beni’s brains out since he was a teenager. In spite of the situation, Konro ends up getting hard.

- Benimaru is haunted by dreams of hellfire. In them he always sees himself, a version of himself engulfed in flames. He’s had these dreams since the night before he discovered his powers. In them his other self violates him. It hurts. The dreams always feel so real, even in the morning. Nevertheless he chalks them up to just being nightmares until the discovery that Doppelgängers are real.

- They were evenly matched but his Doppelgänger blindsided him. His head is bleeding, Asakusa is burning, he doesn’t know what’s become of Company 7, and his damned Doppelgänger takes time out of his destruction to rape him - just to add insult to injury.

NOTE: If you’re unaware what “mob” means, it’s a doujin term basically meaning their only purpose is to assault whatever canon character. It’s not an OC, self, or reader insert. It can be an individual nameless character or a group of them.

Also yeah you can clearly tell the kinda stuff I’m into and I don’t care. I put all these prompts in one list because laziness.

May or may not update this list as need be! Enjoy the naughty stuff I know y’all really want as well!!

#fire force #en en no shouboutai #enen no shouboutai #en en no shobotai #enn enn no shouboutai #konro x benimaru #prompts #fanfic #joker x viktor #viktor x joker #shinra x Sho #shinra x arthur

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authormitchel-blog · 7 years ago

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GOF: Part 10

HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!!

IT IS COMPLETELY NEEDLESS FOR ME TO TELL HOW WORRIED, HOW DISTRAUGHT, HOW UTTERLY WRETCHED I FELT WHEN I HEARD…HOW COULD YOU….TALK???? TO???? A???? FIRE BREATHING DEMON????????

Dearest Godson,

Congratulations on getting past the Horntail. Whoever put your name in that goblet shouldn’t be feeling too happy right now! Because I’m going to find them and use a conjunctivitis curse on every inch of them until they howl in pain and agony. I was going to suggest a Conjunctivitis Curse, as a dragon’s eyes are its weakest point, but how you handled that dragon was simply amazing. Don’t get complacent though, Harry. You’ve only done one task; whoever put you in for the tournament’s got plenty more opportunity if they’re trying to hurt you. Main you, injure you. Perhaps you should just drop out, quit Hogwarts completely. Remus and I will take you in. I’ve been learning to knit, and have started quite the quilt to wrap you in. Keep your eyes open, particularly around certain other headmasters, and concentrate on keeping yourself out of trouble. For the love of all that is holy keep yourself out of trouble before I have a panic attack.

Keep in touch, we will want to hear all about the Yule Ball. Please try to go with a Gryffindor. Slytherin children are notoriously difficult to raise. I should know. And I’m too young for grey hair in case someone impregnates you.

All our love,

Sirius and Remus

P.S.

Your father was one of the most supportive people I’ve ever known and would be very proud. He would have been the loudest person in the crowd for every task. Other than your mother.

Harry hoped that both of his parents would have been proud of him. As far as a date, Harry was starting to highly consider asking Myrtle if she would be willing to take a break from the bathroom and haunt the dance floor with him for a few hours.

Ron, however, had set his sights a little more on the living side.

“Fleur? Are you insane?” Ginny had asked her shell shocked brother who was barely able to speak since he had done the unthinkable. They were outside at the scene of the crime, or as most people called it, the courtyard. Several people were gathered around a stunned Ron as he explained what had happened.

“Shoot for the stars?” said Seamus Finnigan. “I sure did,” he said, gazing at Lavender Brown, another Gryffindor girl, who Seamus seemed to be newly smitten with. Dean, near him, seemed to choke on something slightly before excusing himself.

“I don’t know, Harry, it just happened. I just looked at her, and then, BAM! I honestly didn’t even mean to ask her. I’ve been meaning to ask…”

Harry nodded.

“It’s that she’s part Veela, her grandmother,” said Harry. “It’s not your fault. You probably passed her when I did. She was putting it on quite heavy for Cedric Diggory, I nearly got pulled in myself.”

“Ah,” said Seamus. “But he’s going with Cho Chang I’m pretty sure.”

Ah, Harry thought, that made sense. Cute couple. “But then whose Fleur going with?” asked Harry.

“I saw her chatting with that Ravenclaw Roger Davies,” said Seamus.

“No,” said Ron, still looking out of his skin. “Worse,” he said, shaking his head.

“I don’t even know how he did it, but….oh, Harry, it’s so bad. And gosh, now, she’ll never agree to go with me when she hears about this…” Ron trailed off.

Harry looked at his friend and tried to read his mind the way Millicent sometimes managed to read his, but he got nothing. Just then, Pansy Parkinson stalked across the grass of the courtyard looking so fierce that Harry thought she was going to hex him flat out.

“Potter!” she hailed, and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, looking for her cane on reflex because he was surely about to get hit in the shins.

But when no hit immediately came, it was already too late to run.

“You’re going to the Yule Ball with me, I will be by your rooms later tonight to make sure that your dress robes are suitable. If they are not you will wear what I pick out and you will not complain. You will meet me for extensive dancing lessons until I can say with all certainty that you will not embarrass me.”

“Now, wait just a second….” Said Ginny Weasley, the only one brave enough in the crowd to talk to Parkinson that way. “Harry doesn’t have to go with you.”

“Listen, Potter,” Pansy said, coming close so only he could hear what she had to say. “You promised me Draco Malfoy and since I helped you with your little flea problem, I suggest that you get on board or I will ruin you….” She stressed the word and Harry had no doubt that she meant it.

Harry merely nodded, meekly.

Pansy smiled then turned on her heel.

“Seven o’clock, Potter,” she said over her shoulder.

Harry berated himself for not asking Myrtle sooner.

The night of the ball, the entrance hall was packed with students, all milling about, waiting for their dates and for eight o’clock to sound and the Great Hall doors to be opened.

Harry had to be up early, but the rest of his house came up the stairs soon enough, Draco Malfoy at their head. He was wearing dress robes of black velvet with a high collar and his hair was jelled back in a slightly different way than usual. He looked… decent as he strode over to Fleur Delacour and took her hand.

Pansy was next, she was wearing a pale pink dress and a rather delicate line of jewels in her hair. She took Harry’s arm forcefully, not daring to look at Draco who was chatting amicably with Fleur. Blaise had explained, saying that Draco had been working on this little coup all year.

“She thinks you and he are best friends.”

“Me and Malfoy?” said Harry. “That’s a joke.”

Harry had tried to get close to Fleur to tell her the truth, but every time he tried to get close, Pansy pulled heavily on his arm and Harry realized what a bad idea that was after all. All of the Weasley’s were dressed up nicely. Fred had somehow gotten Angelina Johnson to go with him while George had asked fellow teammate Katie Bell. Neither of the twins looked as happy as most of the other students. Harry had assumed that Fred and George would be shooting off more of those sparklers that they had at the Burrow, but instead, they barely seemed inclined to talk to one another.

George kept glancing at Angelina Johnson with a longing sort of look that Harry thought matched Pansy’s non-looks at Malfoy.

“What’s going on?” he had asked Ginny who had agreed to go to the ball with Neville.

“I’m not sure,” she said, though she too, noticed that something was wrong with her brothers.

As the doors opened, and people started to file inside, Harry was ordered to stay where he was by Professor McGonagall. The champions would go in last. While neither Ron or Hermione had made an appearance.

Harry was starting to wonder if he could get away with leaving Pansy for a few minutes to go and get the map and try to find them when Hermione walked down the staircase.

She was breathtaking.

Harry had never known Hermione to be one who took too much time with her appearance. She was always neat and hygienic, but she had never employed the varied cosmetic charms that Pansy, Tracey, and even Lavender and Parvati from Gryffindor knew like they knew the back of their hands. But tonight she looked stunning.

Then as if she could get any more beautiful, she smiled as Ron Weasley came down beside her, took her hand in his, and then escorted her to the Great Hall.

“Wow,” said Harry, giving them both a hug.

“You guys look great,” he said.

“You too, Harry,” said Hermione cheerily, smoothing down her blue dress. Ron said it too, but his eyes never left Hermione.

And before Pansy could say anything cutting to Hermione, Professor McGonagall ushered Ron and Hermione into the Great Hall.

“Good luck,” they echoed as they moved further and further away from him.

Everyone seemed to have their dates. Even Warrington with…Ely? Harry had wondered at first if they had just gone as friends until Warrington had bravely and quite proudly pulled his very handsomely dressed date into his arms and kissed him to the shock and awe of quite a few. Pansy however looked as if this was old news.

“You knew about…” Harry gestured to the two boys who were now holding hands and waiting to be let into the Ball.

Pansy nodded.

“Old news, Potter, we all go through that phase, don’t we?” she asked. Then, “But for some it’s more than just a phase, sometimes it lasts until seventh year.” Pansy sighed. “And sometimes a good pureblood goes to rot on a hot blonde.” Harry thought that comment was a bit brusque when he heard someone whistle at him.

He turned to see Millicent walking up the stairs from the dungeons. Wow, Harry thought. Millicent was wearing a deep green almost black suede strapless dress that fit her incredibly well. Her hair was beautifully done in loose waves to one side, the jewels she was wearing only exemplified the fact that she was definitely shining.

Harry waited to see if anyone else was coming up the stairs, but when Harry saw neither Crabbe, Goyle, or Blaise in her company, Harry wondered if she had decided to come alone after all. Blaise had said that he was going stag, maybe they just planned to dance together and or make fun of everyone else’s dancing skills or lack thereof.

Then, Viktor Krum moved past him, walked up to Millicent, took her hand in his, gave a low bow, and kissed her hand.

“No flipping way,” said Pansy beside him, her eyes wide as “big, burly, broad shoulder, butch Millicent Bulstrode” was taken into Viktor Krum’s arms and led to the line of champions.

Millicent winked at him as they passed.

“What company you keep, Potter,” said Millicent, tsk’ing him. “Oh, and Pans,” she said, as Professor McGonagall started to count them in. “I’d shut your mouth if I were you. You’re already inclined to premature wrinkles, and that expression is only going to give you more lines.”

Harry had to pull a shocked Pansy into line because it was time.

Harry was never more amazed by magic than in moments like this. Flying, spells, those were one thing, but the Great Hall for the Yule Ball was spectacular. Snow drifted from the ceiling, glitter and shine had replaced the dark wood and boring paint.

Everything was silver and white. It looked like a fairytale. Too bad Harry couldn’t properly appreciate it as he was about to vomit. Pansy tugged on his arm sharply.

“Mess this up Potter, and even a niffler won’t be able to find your body even with all my jewels shoved down your throat.” Harry eyed the rather large expensive looking jewels and that didn’t help his stomach at all.

“Don’t worry,” Pansy whispered as the music started. “I can always buy new ones.” Then the doors opened and Harry followed one obnoxiously proud Warrington and his immaculately dressed boyfriend to his death.

After spinning him around like he was a dog on show, the rest of the school joined them in the first dance. After a few dances, it was less traditional and more just everyone and their partner or partners just moving together and having a good time, the strict moves that had been drilled into Harry’s head nearly forgotten.

Harry thought he’d be free after the first couple of dances, assuming Pansy would abandon him for greener pastures, but she had stuck to him like glue. “You are the hot commodity, Potter,” she had said. “So, don’t think I’ll be letting you go to dance with other girls.”

But as he and Pansy engaged in their third dance of the agreed seven of the evening, the memory of Pansy’s cane kept his feet in line and his body on beat. Harry was about to call for a break as some of the other couples had done, filtering off and on the dance floor. Tracey Davis had gone with Crabbe after some very fine begging and a very nice, antique necklace that Crabbe had bribed off his mother for the occasion. Too bad the way that Tracey kept looking at it in every reflective surface meant that she wasn’t getting it back anytime soon. The two were one of the few couples who hadn’t left the dance floor for a break. Ron and Hermione were the other pair who just couldn’t get enough….dancing.

Harry was happy for his friends.

Ely and Warrington were also doing their fair share of dancing and mingling. Ely was treating the ball like he treated everything else, like a politician you always forgot was one until you were in the voting booth.

Neville and Ginny looked like they were having the time of their lives, dancing and eating the little cakes that had been made for the occasion. They were like two kids at a carnival, enjoying all the lights and sounds, and Harry thought it was brilliant. Other couples weren’t having the same fun.

While Millicent and Krum spun around the dance floor looking like a very fine couple, Fred and Angelina Johnson kept stepping on each other’s feet while George Weasley was barely content to dance with his date at all. Draco and Fleur were also going the politician route and since Malfoy had gotten what he wanted in taking Fleur to the Ball and having been seen with her, he seemingly had his fill of the fierce champion and part Veela. She was turning on the charm though as several boys surrounded them, suiting her and Malfoy both just fine.

Pansy kept staring daggers. Harry kept wondering where she put her wand in that dress and just how quick she could get to it before he had the opportunity to get out of the way. Though, her plan was definitely working, Malfoy despite the crowd of people that he had around him, kept glancing at them before covering it up with a obviously fake laugh.

Pansy excused him to get him and her a drink while she took Goyle up on his offer of a dance, and Malfoy stared even harder as Harry gave her away “to anyone but Draco”. Harry had nearly sprinted off to get himself some of the punch. As he was tipping some into a glass, someone bumped into his back.

“Sorry,” the guy said shortly.

Harry turned around, ready to ask the guy what his problem was when he saw that it was Seamus Finnigan. He barely seemed to recognize that Harry was there at all. He was staring quite intensely at the dance floor where Dean Thomas danced with his date, a boy named Caleb from Durmstrang.

They hadn’t cause quite the stir that Ely and Warrington had, but that could be because of Slytherins innate prejudice against anything not supporting pureblood values and not because Hogwarts students or staff as a whole were against same sex relationships. That, made Harry feel lighter than anything. No one seemed to care that the two boys were dancing together or that any other couple had decided to go together just because of their sex. Were they judged on what they were wearing? Yeah. If someone couldn’t dance? Of course. But nothing else.

No one cared. But Seamus Finnigan.

The Irish fellow stared at Dean like he had personally AK’d his mother or tried to Crucio his cat, but all Dean was doing was having the time of his life, or at least that’s what it looked like to Harry.

“All right, Seamus?” Harry offered loud enough so that the boy snapped out of his stupor.

“Fine,” he said, shortly then remembering that he was actually friendly with Harry said, “You?”

“Totally fine,” Harry replied. Then deciding that potentially being caught on fire was worth it, he said, “Dean looks nice tonight.”

To his surprise, Seamus laughed.

“Dean looks nice all the time. But that other guy, you would think someone would put in more effort for something like this, but what do you know, foreigners, I guess.”

“Fleur’s a foreigner and so is Krum and they both look excellent tonight,” Harry commented.

Seamus grudgingly looked at the two people that Harry mentioned. Fleur was now dancing with Roger Davies and several other boys at the same time until two girls from Beauxbatons gave her a dirty look. Fleur shot a look at Hermione as she entertained both Neville and Ron, twirling both the boys under her arms as Ginny went to get a drink then Fleur sent the other boys away leaving her with only Davies. Krum was listening as Millicent told him some story, laughing as loudly as Harry had ever heard the boy. Fred was trying to talk to his brother as Katie Bell was dancing with a Hufflepuff Harry was only vaguely familiar with.

“I mean,” said Seamus. “I guess they look fine, but it’s just…”

“It’s just that you don’t like that guy because he’s dancing with Dean. It could be anyone and you wouldn’t like it.”

“Well,” huffed Seamus. “He’s my best friend and he only deserves the best, and…and…that guy clearly isn’t it, that’s all.”

Harry looked once again at the dancing pair who were laughing quietly as the music suddenly changed direction and they had to readjust their steps.

“Where’s the light of your days and nights anyway? I thought you and Lavender have been getting on quite well these days.”

Seamus sighed.

“She said that if I was going to be in a sour mood all night then she was just going to dance with Parvati, not that they don’t spend every waking hour together anyways.” Seamus chuckled lightly. “They’re a bit like Dean and I really, I had just assumed that we were going to go with them as a foursome, but then Dean had said that someone had asked him to go. When I asked him who, he had said a guy from Durmstrang. He had said that he had waited for someone else to ask him for awhile but since they didn’t seem like they were willing….he had said yes.. to this other guy.”

Harry nodded, finally thinking that he had it all connected. But before Harry could say anything else, Pansy walked over and seized him.

“We’re making a move, Potter. Keep up for full tilt.”

Draco had finally pulled another Slytherin girl into a dance. And as Harry and Pansy started to dance, Draco quickly maneuvered his date to be right beside them.

At times, Malfoy got so close to them that Harry could feel his hot, labored breathing on the back of his neck. Towards the end of the night, he was sure he and Draco were wearing the same cologne.

Still, the night wasn’t a total loss. When he was finally able to sneak away from Pansy on one of her “breaks” he had run into one Marcus Flint, chaperone extraordinaire.

“Flint?” Harry had asked.

It was odd seeing Flint in this context, dress robes and nodding along to the Weird Sisters.

Flint turned at the sound of his name, a slight smile on his face as he saw Harry. Harry almost turned away. He wasn’t exactly sure that he had actually seen Flint smile before. Maybe he’s drunk, Harry thought. He wouldn’t be the first to sneak in some Fire Wiskey.

“Haven’t seen Wood, have you?” Flint asked distractedly, looking around the room.

“He’s here too?” Harry asked.

Maybe Pansy had drugged him and this was all a hallucination.

“Yeah,” said Flint, answering Harry’s question, but not really.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“I thought you’d be busy with the team? And Wood, too. I didn’t think professional athletes took breaks.”

Flint leveled him with the old “Captain’s glare”. It almost made Harry feel nostalgic.

“It’s Christmas, Potter,” Flint said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The league breaks for Christmas, every team.”

Harry felt like he was making some sort of connection when up walked Oliver Wood dressed smartly in his jet black robes. Side by side, Harry thought Flint Wood made quite the pair.

“Hello, Potter,” Wood greeted, much more amiable now that they weren’t on opposing teams.

“I owled Flint here and asked if he wanted to have a little one on one at the old pitch and he accepted my challenge.”

“Of course I did,” said Flint, looking rather fondly at Oliver.

Maybe he was feeling nostalgic too.

Flint’s cheeks started to redden like they always did when he was about to start shouting at someone, so Harry quickly said goodbye to the former Captains. He looked back as the pair were heading to the door, but Flint didn’t look upset at all.

Back on the dance floor, he and Pansy were interrupted. “I’d like a dance,” Malfoy said as soon as his partner excused herself for a moment. “Do you mind if I cut in,” he asked Harry. But before Harry could throw Pansy into his arms, he was thrust into Malfoy’s.

“Sure,” smirked Pansy. “Keep him busy for me Draco, darling, while I get a drink. I’m famished.”

Malfoy looked like he wanted to argue but the look on Pansy’s face dissuaded him of that quick enough. A sound like a whip cracking filled the air and reflexively Harry put his hands on Malfoy’s waist. Harry damned Pansy and her death stick both, praying that wasn’t going to be a permanent reaction.

“Well, well, Potter, didn’t realize I was your type, domineering, in control, powerful. I could have pitched Skeeter a far more interesting tale than Granger.”

Harry heard Pansy call, “Draco!” in what he had deemed her “teacher voice” and Draco’s hands were suddenly on his shoulders.

“Really Malfoy,” Harry had laughed. “because it seems like I’m the one leading this dance.”

“Yeah right,” said Draco, moving them back a step. “It’s a wonder Pansy doesn’t have bloody toes by now.”

“Ha, Ha,” laughed Harry, tugging firmly on Draco’s waist so that he could lead. Malfoy pushed back, but instead of fighting they were each trying to outdo one another in a weird sort of dance battle.

Harry only realized they weren’t actually fighting when Pansy tapped Draco on the shoulder.

“If you are done trying to steal my date, Draco. I would really quite like him back.”

Draco flushed, pushing back from Harry quickly before scurrying off. Pansy then reclaimed her spot, and they finished out the rest of their allotted dances. The Great Hall was bright and hot, people’s bodies pressed together, and he still smelled like Malfoy. Deciding to break away from the pack, Harry moved to the edge of the dance floor where he saw something he never thought he would see. Fred and George Weasley arguing.

“Not having fun with your date?” George commented.

Fred merely rolled his eyes, like the two had talked about this before.

Angelina was now dancing with one of the guys from Durmstrang. After the first few dances of the night, Harry hadn’t seen Fred take her out once. Likewise, Katie Bell looked as if she was having quite the time with a pretty Beauxbaton’s girl.

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now, George,” said Fred. He was eyeing someone on the dance floor, but Harry couldn’t see who in the mass of bodies.

Fred stood to leave, but George grabbed his arm, whispering something in his ear.

“I know,” Fred said, jerking his arm away from George. “I know, but it wasn’t my fault that the plan went to crap. And it’s not my fault that you didn’t ask her when you should have done. You’ve practically been in love with the girl since second year.”

“You’re one to talk. All the mooning you’ve been doing this summer put all the cows in Ottery to shame.”

Fred went red in the face.

“You know it’s complicated.”

George, normally the more reserved brother was starting to shout.

“It’s not complicated! YOU LIKE HER! Just admit it, she gets you like no one else does, she understands how your mind works, and she doesn’t put up with any of your crap. The girl is practically an evil genius and you have failed, Freddie, on the recruitment process.”

Then realizing that he was perhaps talking a bit too loudly, and that some people were now staring. George said,” But you’re right. I should have asked her when I had the chance. And now that I do, I’m going to take it.”

George then stalked off in the direction of Angelina Johnson, pulled a whisbee from his pocket, and promptly launched it at her dancing partner.

A stunned and giggling Angelina was then pulled into his arms and the two took off where Angelina and her former partner who was now dealing with smoke coming from his pants left off.

Millicent who had stopped dancing with Krum to watch the carnage of the scene before her gave one inscrutable look at Fred and then returned to her partner. Krum whispering something insistently in her ear. Millicent nodded then shook her head. “I can handle it,” Harry could almost hear her say.

Fred, upon seeing everyone start dancing again, returned to his brooding, stalking off in the direction of the now spiked punch.

Harry walked outside to get a breath of air and too cool down, but was instead confronted with Snape and Kararoff. Harry ducked behind a bush as he watched Snape call out random couples who had snuck off for a quick snog all the while keeping Karkaroff at bay.

“We need to do something, Severus. Tell me that you haven’t noticed, that you aren’t concerned.”

Snape huffed haughtily.

“I assure you Kararoff that you have nothing to worry about. Dumbledore has everything under control.”

Kararoff continued to speak, but Snape silenced him. “He is gone Kararoff. Gone.”

The pair were heading toward him so Harry went off in another direction, not quite ready to go back inside in case Pansy decided on dance number eight.

Harry just turned around another corner when he heard something that sounded like a scuffle. With Fred and George’s fight still on his brain, he kept going, just in case others were letting the excitement of the night get to them.

But as Harry got closer, he not only heard groaning as if someone was being punched, but moaning as if someone.

The two who were supposed to be flying, but instead Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood were making out rather heavily against one of the stone corridor walls. Flint’s hand was inside Oliver Wood’s robes as Harry stood transfixed watching the two kiss passionately. Oliver was grinding himself against Marcus’ thigh.

“Marcus. Marcus,” Wood chanted in a breathy moan. Each time Wood said his name, Flint looked as if he was going to bust.

Harry knew he had to leave. He knew that he shouldn’t be watching. So, he turned slowly. When he was away from the two lover’s he felt dirty. He felt like he had witnessed something that was off limits to him, and worse than that, he felt lonely. Harry wondered what it would feel like to kiss someone. What it would feel like to have someone say his name the way that Wood was chanting Flint’s. Then his mind wandered to Malfoy in his arms and how completely normal that felt verses dancing with Pansy.

Malfoy, Harry hated to admit it, was quite a graceful dancer, with his long legs and delicate hands that were so good for potions making. Then Harry remembered that this was Malfoy that he was talking about and that even if he did decide that he liked men or women or both or neither that he couldn’t have Malfoy like that because the Malfoy that was also less pointy than he had been in recent years was still the same prejudiced snob that he had always been, and Harry doubted that would ever change.

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The Yule Ball

Prompt: The big night has arrived, and since it was your first year in Hogwarts, you had to make a good impression. Even though you attend the party with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory, your eyes were for someone else. But maybe some fun chan change that. Or mask it for a while.

Genre: Smut.

Warnings: Choking.

In the same level as a MET gala, you’ve chose an extravagant dress fot the Hogwarts version of it: the Yule Ball. It was your first year in Hogwarts, so you had to make a good impression. Staring like you were an expensive piece of art, your former boyfriend and date was breathless.

“You look stunning.” “Thanks Ced. You look great as well.”

He greeted you with a kiss, undressing you with his eyes, like all the presents. Indeed, there wasn’t much fabric, it seemed you were only adorned in jewellery: the gold done hid your privacy perfectly, not revealing what shouldn’t be shown.

“Champions, over here, please!”

McGonagall exclaimed, and you walked towards them. She ordered them to wait on one side of the doors while everyone else went inside. So you waited there, and mong the champions, there was your cousin, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, since Cedric refused her invitation. Still about invitation denial, Harry was with your boyfriend’s ex, Cho Chang, whom you suggested him to invite her since you refused his own invitation as well. At least he wasn’t the only - every single boy, except for Viktor Krum had invited you, and he had a beautiful girl in blue by his side.

“Oh my god! Mione you look stunning!”

She had a total total makeover, looking so far gorgeous. Hermione was nice, you were happy to share the attention with her, better than Fleur at least. And speaking about the devil, she interrupted Granger’s answer to you.

“Thanks! You look good as wel-“ “‘ave you forrgot to get drressed, cousin?”

As always, Fleur had to make a nasty comment about you, mixing French and English. It wasn’t a secret she was jealous of you since ever, but you simply didn’t care, so you simply rolled your eyes, wandering them trough the crowd,

Across the room, a pair of grey eyes took your attention. And they belonged to Draco Malfoy, who wore a black velvet robe with high collar, looking more handsome than never. Such a contrast with the girl clutching his arm, invery frilly pale pink robes, there Pansy Parkinson. The dress didn’t quite favour her body, actually It made her look like a cake someone has just sat.

“I am ‘alking to you.”

Fleur continued to annoy, but before you could reply, McGonagall gesticulated for you all to come in, in line. All the others didn’t know where to look: to you or Hermione. The champions and their dates sat in the main table, along with the Minister of Magic, the Headmaster and other important figures. From this point, everyone could see you, and you could also see everyone. In a table full of Slytherins, Draco was sat with Pansy, and you could see in his eyes he was hating every second of it. Parkinson probably thought it was a real date, but only you two knew neither of that meant anything. At the very moment, Draco’s eyes met yours.

“Are you ok, love?”

Cedric interrupted your reverie. A menu appeared in front of each of you - you’d have to choose to eat before the first dance.

“Yep. I’m fine. I was just... observing how everyone looks good tonight.”

What a pitiful answer. But at least it seemed he believed. It would be a long night.

Finally, you managed to get lost from Cedric. You’ve eaten, danced, took a million pictures to the Daily Prophet... Of course, you wanted to provoke your cousin by making the front page, still you were tired of all that. Maybe if you took a walk by yourself, it ease your mind. But you bumped into Draco outside the great hall, and he held you by the lower back, almost on your bum.

“Are you lost, kitten?”

The only thing you wanted was to attack his lips right there and forget all the problems that haunted you. Until being interrupted by Pansy, right in time.

“I finally found you! Where are the drinks?” “Drinks?” “The drinks you said you were going to pick up for us?”

Clearly, you weren’t the only avoiding your date. Draco seemed to run away from Pansy, and forgot the very excuse he had given.

“Oh, the drinks. Right. I’ll pick them up.” “I’ll go with you!” “There’s no need of that, Pansy. I can go by myself.” “I insist.”

She never gives up, and Draco noticed he couldn’t get rid of her, so he had no other option. But before, he disguised and whispered in your ear ‘I’ll catch you later in common room’.

“Hey, where have you been?”

Out of nowhere, Cedric appeared placing his hand around your waist, right after Malfoy exited. At least he wouldn’t suspect of anything.

“I’ve been looking for you all over! Are you ok?” “Sorry, I just needed some fresh air.” “Want to take a walk?” “Sure.”

Outside the entrance hall there was a whole new garden, filled with rose bushes, large stone statues and winding ornamental paths. Cedric walked you to one of them, sitting in a carved bench next to a fountain. He placed his arms around you and asked:

“Better now?” “Much better.”

Somehow he made you giggle. Maybe things weren’t that bad and you just were overreacting. He pulled you closer to a kiss, lips and touch were so gentle it pleased you. And slowly his tongue entered your mouth, playing with yours while you stroked his hair, silky and soft. He took the opportunity to place his free hand on your thigh and caress it, going up. You split the kiss and laughed, not actually upset with the situation.

“Cheeky.” “Sorry, it’s hard to control myself when I’m with you.” “You don’t have to. I like when you do it.”

That comment certainly woke up something in his trousers, and soon it looked like a tent. Cedric blushed, and you just stroked his bulge trough the trousers while you kissed and nibbled his neck.

“Hey Ced, want to know a secret?” “Sure, what is it?” “This dress is the only thing I am wearing tonight. No knickers.”

That information was way too far for him, his hard on twitching when you whispered in his ear, and just to tease him a little more, you nibbled his ear. Definitely, he couldn’t get any harder than that. But Cedric was in the mood for playing - actually, it wasn’t like he could control himself, so he asked you with a smirk.

“Really? Do you mind if I check?” “My pleasure.”

Finally some action, you were craving for it. Then his hand headed to your crotch, and you spread your legs for him and his middle finger teased you, playing with your clit. In the very moment you’ve become wet. Your eyes were piercing his, watching the lust fuel in his eyes. Fuck, he looked so sexy tonight you made an effort to not attack him right there, but when a finger entered you, you couldn’t hold anymore.

Suddenly, you pulled him by the neck and attached your mouth to his, also to prevent a moan from escaping. His finger pumped in and out of you, and your tongue played with his, passionate. Until a sound of something in the bushes interrupted you.

“What was that?” “I don’t know.”

Abruptly, you looked back, and a blonde hair disappeared between the bushes. You knew perfectly well to who they belonged to: Fleur. The thought of her catching the man she fancied fingering you sounded much more interesting now, and you placed Cedric’s hand again between your legs.

“Please, continue.”

Once in a lifetime Cedric got kinky, so you had to enjoy that. Once again he fingered you, now using his middle and ring fingers. They were massive, so in a few moments you were already squirming for him.

“Fuck Ced, you’re in the mood to tease me today...” “You have no idea.”

But you couldn’t stay behind, so at her very moment you opened his trousers to set his dick free and fondled if. He was so hard he moaned at each stroke of your, and if only made you crave even more for him.

“I want it. I want it Ced.” “How?” “I don’t know, just fuck me already.”

The boy had no idea what to do. Of course he wanted you, but he simply couldn’t do that in there. Meanwhile he thought about an answer, or solution, you lowered your head to suck on his dick, and he was huge. “Holy shit, we can’t do it here.” “Of course we can. Just do something so no one comes by.” “All right.”

Between moans, Diggory looked for his wand to cast a couple spells. Meanwhile, you sucked him, tongue running all over his length. It was quite difficult to do it, specially when it reached your throat, a loud moan escaped when he tilted his head back.

“Found your wand yet?”

You’ve asked, sucking his cock and looking straight to his eyes. He was bewitched not only with your beauty, but also with your talent. Therefore the only thing he could do was watch and moan, stroking your hair to make you go deeper on him.

Finally, he found his wand. And a atmosphere on the path you were formed, probably masking the sound inside of it. You lifted back to kiss him and got on top, your legs around his, while you aimed your entrance on his cock.

“Are you sure you want to do it here?” “Absolutely.”

As always, Cedric was worried if he was exposing you. Little he knew the idea of doing it outside just turned you on even more. So you promptly positioned yourself, ready to get impaled by him.

“Oh.”

A low moan escaped your lips as he entered you, his huge cock parting your inner walls, both of your pantings filling the atmosphere bounded by the spell. Cedric’s hands caressed your back as you rolled your hips, lowering the strings of then dress to reveal your boobs to suck on a nipple. It was a slow, steamy sex, and still you were fulfilled by desire, his eyes bewitching you.

It wasn’t necessary to say a word, only his touch was enough. Maybe dating him wasn’t that bad, he just needed to act more... Wild. But then he grabbed you by the neck and before you could realise, his tongue had already invaded your mouth to play with yours. Diggory’s touch was still, but soft as a hand massaged one of your boobs. You just bounced on his cock, and when he started to suck bruises on your neck it became even harder to repress the moans, and both hands traveled to your arse, to guide you on him.

“Fuck Ced, it feels so good!”

But Cedric simply howled, sucking more bruises on your neck, squeezing your bum. Someone in special definitely wouldn’t like those marks, but it didn’t matter, not right now.

“Come on babe, let’s change positions. I don’t want your legs to hurt. Sit and let me do the work.”

As always, the triwizard champion was worried about you, so he placed you sat on the bench, with him between your legs. It wasn’t actually a effort, since he was quite strong due the quidditch practices. He entered you, and started to move slow. Until you spread your legs to give him more access, then he increased the rhythm, looking straight into your eyes while holding your legs up. If it wasn’t for the fact you cheated on him, that would be kinda romantic the way he held you and thrusted, watching you squirm. Well, not actually romantic, but certainly lustful, finally Diggory released the beast inside of him and were fucking you properly.

“Harder! Harder Ced!”

He held your legs spread, beside your chest, actually impressed with your flexibility. It seemed to get even tighter, because he wasn’t able to control himself, and pounded so hard your boobs bounced at every thrust.

“Choke me.” “What?” “You heard me Ced, hold me by the neck!”

A little bit contradicted, he obeyed, carefully to not to hurt you as you held your legs beside your torso, spread for him. That position enchanted him, such as the moans. Neither of you would last longer. Until the bushes moving caught your attention, and you stopped.

“What was that?” “I don’t know, but don’t worry. I casted a repellent spell.”

Either way it was better to get on a more discreet position, so as soon you suggested him, he sat back on the bench with you on his lap, impaled on his cock, but this time with your back turned to him.

“Won’t your legs hurt this way?” “Shh, don’t worry. Let me do this.”

It was kinda cute his concern, but now you were worried about bouncing on that cock, and in a matter of seconds you were already doing it. Cedric couldn’t disguise his desire, and soon was nibbling on your ear, hissing how much he wanted you with his hand around your neck. Your hips rolled frenetically on his length, each time increasing the speed, until he couldn’t hold any longer.

“Babe, I can’t. I simply can’t.”

And for your surprise, his free hand reached your crotch and massaged your clit, as he placed wet kisses on your neck. It was unbearable, your whole body contracted, until you released a loud howl announced your climax, and he held you on his arms.

“Oh my god, Ced, what was that?”

Finally you recovered your conscience. Diggory simply kissed your cheek, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fair he hasn’t came yet. In the very moment, you kneeled before him to take care of that. With a tight grip around his cock, you stroked it and sucked, tongue twirling around his length.

“Bloody hell babe...”

The icing on the cake: his dick reached your throat, and you kept sucking him like that for a few time as playing his balls. Cedric moaned and squirmed, his massive hand caressing your hair to go deeper on him. It was inevitable: soon shots of cum filled your mouth, and you swallowed willingly, looking straight in his eyes. Definitely, he was infatuated with all that.

“Babe, I swear you get sexier everyday.”

Wasn’t that a good excuse to fuck you daily? Why couldn’t he do that? But instead of complaining, you sat on his lap and kissed him, tenderly. It was good, there’s no denial. Good enough to forget the other date you had in the same night.

But soon you’d have to get back to the common room. And the Slytherin prince wouldn’t be pleased with that.

#cedric diggory x reader #hp #Harry Potter #gobletoffire #fanfic

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plot-twost · 8 years ago

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Fic: Forever And Ever And Ever

Title: Forever And Ever And Ever Genre: Humor Pairings: A little Vikturri mention at the end, but just barely Rating: G Warnings: Character death, but not the bad kind, just the inevitable, off screen, old kind. That can create ghosts.

Summary: Yuuri is a ghost haunting an abandoned house, when a college student and friends decide to try to communicate.

[[written for day one of Yuuri Week]]

The attic was dusty, but not altogether unpleasant. The house had probably been abandoned for six years or so, not too terribly long, but the attic was full of boxes, photo albums and one incredibly cool antique chair that, while mildewy, still looked amazingly comfortable.

Yuuri couldn’t exactly sit in it, but he could still appreciate a well-worn armchair.

Yuuri was carefully flipping through an album – one page at a time, slowly, because being corporeal was hard – and admiring the smiling faces and silly poses of a family on the beach when he heard voices, floating through the ventilation from the front yard.

“Guys, guys, GUYS. Guys. I’m serious. This is going to be so. Cool!”

‘He’s back,’ Yuuri thought, floating over to the slatted opening, looking down. ‘He’s not alone.’

“When I was here last time, I felt something!! It like… touched my back!”

The young man was leading a group of two others, motioning excitedly towards the front door. His eyebrows bounced up and down, waggling, and Yuuri smiled. The other two looked to be a bit younger, both with lighter hair. The taller of the two newcomers was smiling slightly, talking.

“Guang Hong, I don’t think it’s gonna be… dangerous or anything,” he said. “Phichit wouldn’t take us somewhere where we would get hurt or something.”

Phichit paused in front of the door. “I am so certain that the spirit within this house is a good one!”

“What makes you so sure?” who Yuuri assumed to be Guang Hong responded.

“I got a Feeling.”

“You always get ‘Feelings.’ Last time you had a ‘Feeling,’ we had to call Leo’s mom to come pick us up from the fire station,” Guang Hong said.

“I’ve already warned her about tonight,” Leo chimed in, smiling.

Phichit opened the front door at that point, and the other two followed him in. Yuuri smiled and floated down through the attic’s floor, into the second, then first story of the house.

It wasn’t his house, and he wasn’t sure how it came to be abandoned. He’d been haunting the place for on and off for a couple of years, working his way slowly through the interesting items in the attic. Once he was done, he’d move on. It’s just how things are done.

Phichit came by the house last week with a camera, something very large and clearly expensive, taking photos in the overgrown garden out back and the vintage kitchen. He’d been poking around the living room when Yuuri came up behind him, pushing himself just enough to brush a hand against the back of the neck, then laugh when he squealed.

But Phichit hadn’t run, he’d started poking around more, so Yuuri dropped a few pennies, made a few ghastly moans and made invisible faces behind Phichit when he started to snap his adventure.

Yuuri wasn’t surprised to see him again, but he was surprised that he’d brought friends.

The three men had a couple of bundles with them, and Yuuri watched with interest as they rolled out a large picnic blanket in the middle of the living room, placed some little LED candles in the middle, and situated themselves in a loose circle around the little setup.

(It looked like Guang Hong’s bag was just full of snacks.)

“Okay, hands out,” Phichit declared, holding each of his hands palm-up at his sides. The others joined hands with him, a slightly lopsided ring resulting.

“Oh Spirit of 42nd Street –”

“I’m not ready yet!!” Guang Hong screeched, yanking his hand out of Phichit’s. “Give me a second!”

Yuuri waited patiently.

“Oh my god, why.”

“I need to mentally prepare myself.”

Phichit rolled his eyes so far Yuuri could see the whites. “Just… put your hand back in the circle when you’re ready.”

Leo just sat, serenely smiling, while Guang Hong made a point of inhaling deeply, closing his eyes, and breathing out slowly, before deliberately placing his hand back in Phichit’s. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’m ready.”

Phichit cleared his throat.

“Oh Spirit of 42nd Street, House 4639, we are honored to be in your space! Please, if you are here with us tonight, please give us a sign!” Phichit intoned, sounding very serious.

Yuuri let the wind blow around their circle gently, ruffling hair and making Guang Hong shiver, while both Leo and Phichit looked at each other with eyebrows raised.

“We are… uh, we are honored by your presence, additionally! Thank you! We are here to commune and discover what ties you to this mortal coil!” Phichit continued. “Please use the candles and like… blink them at us! One for yes, two for no, okay, question one! Were you MURDERED in this HOUSE?”

Yuuri laughed, the sound chiming through the room like bells, and concentrated on one of the little candles, blinking it slowly once, twice.

Guang Hong let out an awful noise.

“Holy shit,” said Leo.

Phichit was smug. “Told ya so.” He shifted a little. “Did you DIE in this HOUSE?”

Yuuri blinked the candle twice.

“Did… uh… why are you here?”

Yuuri blew the wind again.

“Okay, yeah, not a yes or no question. Um.”

“How many years have you been haunting this house?” Leo chimed in.

Yuuri blinked the light twice, propping his head up in his chin as he floated just behind Phichit.

“Are you being held here against your will?” Guang Hong asked, quietly, a tremor in his voice.

Another two blinks.

The three looked at each other, while Phichit let out a slightly exasperated noise. “Are you like the most boring ghost ever?”

Without warning, the windows clanged hard, the broken panes in one shaking with a frightening rattle, and all of the candles in the circle blinked out at once. The wind Yuuri had been gently blowing suddenly picked up, gusting and lifting the corners of the blanket.

A howl started, inhuman and everywhere at once.

Guang Hong was the first the jump, shaking off the fear and with a death grip on the other two’s hands. “OH MY GOD WE’RE GONNA DIE!”

Leo and Phichit hopped up right behind him, both screaming, and the three ran out of the house, down the front steps, and out into the street.

Yuuri sighed.

“Was that absolutely necessary?”

Viktor floated into his vision, a pout on his lips. “I just wanted to have fun!”

“I think maybe you went a little overboard. I liked Phichit. What if he never comes back?” Yuuri said, turning to his husband.

“Oh, they always come back. Then we can tango!” Viktor smiled brightly.

“That’s… not how this works, Viktor,” Yuuri laughed, shaking his head.

“I saw it in the film reel though! It can, too.” Viktor reached out for Yuuri’s hands, drawing him into a very loose tango.

Yuuri laughed some more. “We haven’t even finished the first class. We have plenty of time.”

“We have forever,” Viktor agreed, twirling around in midair with Yuuri held close. “And ever and ever.”

#yuuriweek #day 1 #theme: terra incognita #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #phichit chulanont #guang hong ji #leo de la iglesia #ghosts #humor #my writing #yoi fanfic #yuri on ice

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speaking-at-the-theater · 2 years ago

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arcane eps 8-to-9

aight 8-to-9 here we go

‘i will give you the world, child, if you prove you can take it’ and the phrases before are!!! so cool!! both the fox and the wolf indeed.

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silco’s face when he sees jinx, the way he cradles her, the way she looks like she also has half her face burned (parallels!!!!!)

the relationship between silco and jinx continues to haunt me.

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i have two ocs whose dynamic is exactly like mel’s and her mother, so every time those two interact i’m taking notes.

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‘no monster’s gonna get you when im here’ has a similar energy to ‘you look out for me, i look out for you, nothing really bad can happen so long as we have eachother’

but also it’s technically true, bc the monster didnt get jinx until after vi wasnt there

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although caitlyn’s empathy is admirable, i get the feeling an ‘emotions based approach’ isn’t gonna convince the council.

sad scenes in the rain. you know them you love them.

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i need the music for while viktor’s running

also the music for jayce’s realization

ep 9!!!

ah. looks like everyone’s going thru it.

‘i would set the world ablaze to protect our family’

unfortunately your family is part of that world, i’m afraid.

gotta have that dubious morality everyone here is so fond of

….man, undercity politics are harsh.

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this looks like some kinda classical painting. not sure the exact style, tho

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this one, too

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ah, the moment two interests collide. ‘give me jinx, and i’ll give you your nation of zaun’

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ekko’s signature tho!

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‘is there anything so undoing as a daughter?’

THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SILCO AND JINX CONTINUES TO HAUNT ME

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i love the zevika-vi fight but especially the second half, after the blackout

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who’s gonna pay for the property damage tho

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jinx really came outta nowhere, huh? maybe she’s less a monkey and more a cat /j

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oh jinx’s eyes kinda glow now huh. more points for the cat idea

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oh. jinx has gone unhinged. cool.

music for the caitlyn-jinx confrontation, please?

oh shit.

like, okay, silco is dead, neat. but this aint gonna do wonders on jinx’s mental health is it?

jinx’s face after silco dies…..just numb, while the whispers in the background get louder….. fucking shit man.

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT

THAT ENDING

‘WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN’ AND THE GLASS SHATTERS AND ROLL CREDITS

HOLY FUCK

ALSO JINX HAS GOT SOME AMAZING AIM

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yulnabi · 7 years ago

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A New Life?

09.26.2018

A day after conversing with Guzel for the first time. By that I mean actually talking with, I had the first mother-daughter talk today. She is not so different from me. At only 20 years of age, she is naïve and completely convinced of her own righteousness. She is also very torn inside and confused by feelings that hundreds of thousands of years of genetic engineering have not been able to do away with.

Yesterday we had the ice-breaker. Today, it was a real discussion. The girl is in love! This realization crushed me, as I know my actions will have repercussions, and I may end up losing a daughter shortly after gaining her. But, back to Guzel. She is completely enamored with Viktor—yes, that Victor, the one who was in my bed a couple of days ago. Her problem is that in her society, she cannot love someone that is basically considered at the same evolutionary level we would consider a dog. The way she described it; it broke my heart.

I told her not to torture herself over such things. First, I had to correct her racist views. Humans are sentient creatures, capable of understanding feelings and rational thought. Dogs are not. So I let her know her comparison was fallacious. Second, she is in another place and another time. She is entitled to live a full, fulfilling life in this time period before she is blinked back and forced to carry out her duty as the leader of the Holy Kingdom of Novi Kazan. She will be burdened with ruling that galaxy for billions of years, perhaps even longer. I do not see a reason why she cannot spend a short few years, say the life span of a human, with a person she has come to love.

I. Qliphothic Shenanigans

Several months ago, James, Tiberium and I went into the Qliphothic realm in search of some codes. The experience was terrifying, and it ended up in failure as we were unable to achieve our goal. More than that, through the mission, I was the main target of the demons, who seemed drawn by something in me. Anyways, when facing a powerful mage and his hundreds of minions, at some point my shields failed, and I died. It did not take long for my bots to bring me back to life, but that experience had haunted me since we left the realm. Professor Zakat even warned me that the Qliphothic realm can change us, that it corrupts whatever it gets its hold on.

Well, today I stumbled upon an old friend, the retired hero turned businessman Mr. Mortame. We conversed for most of the night. I gave him the short version of what I had gone through, and he surprised me, as his wife had been murdered by his time-travelling son. The reason and specifics were different, but the overall experience was something we shared in common.

At some point, the topic of what had been going on came up. I told him about my blackouts, how I do terrible things to people, and how Guzel follows me around cleaning up my mess. He posited that maybe some malfunction in my bots had taken place since that day. . .the day Guzel murdered Osman and my child. Mr. Mortame thought that it may have something to do with such a large part of me being removed.

I told him that it was something I had not considered, but that it struck me as odd the change had only taken place after that day. So, he opened his laboratory for me so he could properly scan me. It was an opportunity I was not about to waste, and we teleported there almost immediately.

The scan showed we were completely wrong. My programming had not failed. How could it? It is Kaneshi technology after all. The problem was that incident in the Qliphothic realm. Apparently, some evil energy had attached itself to me. While I remained healthy, it stayed dormant, unable to break into my bots. However, when I was stricken with grief, and sank into the abyss of darkness, that energy was able to get a hold of my, and would battle my bots for control. It is why the blackouts were short and did not happen often.

Fortunately, he informed me he may be able to help. For that, we went to his apartment on Earth, where he called upon two others to come help with the procedure. One was Connor, a relative of his who has a very powerful regenerative ability. The other, Varienne, a mage who was there for extra safety.

Mr. Mortame then donned a suit built of alien technology fused with qliphothic energy. The suit is meant to absorb the evil energy, as it feeds on it. The procedure itself was very painful, as the energy attached viciously to my being. I used all the strength I could muster to gain control of my body, as the dark energy was using my normal abilities to protect itself. In a moment of clarity, I shut off all my shields, and he was able to extract the last remnants of darkness from my being.

Our night was not over however. The suit then took over and began attacking us, refusing to disassemble itself. Connor began a process to force it to disassemble, but the suit engaged us in combat. The extraction had been very painful and draining, so I lay helplessly on the floor as I saw Mr. Mortame attack Connor and Varienne. Eventually, the suit started falling apart, sending dagger-like debris throughout the room. It was then I cast shields on the friendlies. In my weakened state, I knew that the shields could not hold for long. Thankfully, Varienne teleported to me and dragged me away, as I was basically underneath the suit.

With magic and a few shotgun rounds, the last of the suit was torn to shreds, and a weak Mr. Mortame managed to place the debris in a safe container.

With that, I felt much better. So much so that I immediately made my way to Guzel, and that is when we had our mother-daughter talk.

II. The Immediate Future

Several things have become apparent to me. First, my music gig cannot sustain my lifestyle. I love singing, but I also like eating more than once every other day. The pathetic stipend the Ministry of Defense gives me does not help either.

Secondly, I am very pretty. I do not say that to boast, or any of that, but because it is a personal asset I can use in entering a new stage of my life. I can use my natural beauty to maybe pursue a career in modeling. I have no acting talent, and I hope to remain in the band, but a modeling career would offer me the flexibility to keep both jobs. In addition to this, I realize I have beautiful friends. Galya, Ina, and Xochitl are also starved for money, so maybe I can start my own agency along with them. We all have plenty of friends in our homeland who would love the opportunity for such work.

Lastly, Guzel may be the key to get my venture off the ground. She has a collection of exquisite gems and metals that we can sell to accumulate the capital necessary to get the project off the ground.

III. Guzel

I fell in love with my daughter. Not that kind, but one of a mother to a daughter. She seemed surprised of my sudden change in attitude. Hell, I was surprised. But, I just held her, patted her head, and I just had to touch those very beautiful cheeks of hers. They truly set her apart from others.

Anyways, she is mine. She is my daughter, and I am committed to making amends for having treated her so coldly. What she did still hurts me, but after talking to her, I know that she believes it was the right thing. She is sorry about it, and describes in detail how it haunts her. We shared a long, uneasy silence upon her confession.

What scares me is that Viktor will tell her what we did. I am still beating myself over that. It was a moment of weakness on my part. For weeks, it had annoyed me seeing how happy they were, and how miserable I was. Watching her smile and laugh while I was tortured by my loss was getting too much to handle. Then, one day I saw they were angry at each other. I approached Viktor, and seduced him. Our animal instincts took over, and we made a mistake I am sure we both regret. Worse still, it is something that will hurt my Guzel when the truth comes out.

#Champions Online #champions online rp #Yuliya Kardasheva

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