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rrezshifts · 4 months ago

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𝓶𝙮 𝖋𝙧𝙞e𝙣d𝙨

𝙞n m𝙮 ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

the marauders

theodore j. hermès gryffindor pureblood 🇫🇷🇺🇸 08/14 age: 18 bisexual trans man he/him

sirius o. black gryffindor pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 11/03 age: 18 gay friends to lovers to friends to lovers demiboy he/they/she

james f. potter gryffindor pureblood 🇮🇳🇬🇧 03/27 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

remus j. lupin gryffindor halfblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 03/10 age: 18 queer cis man he/him

peter o. pettigrew gryffindor pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 08/31 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

best friends

florence madden slytherin halfblood 🇿🇦🇬🇧 06/21 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

lily j. evans gryffindor muggleborn 🇨🇳🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 01/30 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

xenophilius malfoy ravenclaw pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 11/13 age: 18 unlabeled agender he/they

pandora lovegood slytherin muggleborn 🇸🇳🇬🇧 05/04 age: 18 pansexual non-binary she/they

regulus a. black slytherin pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 06/24 age: 17 bisexual trans man he/him

sybill p. trelawney ravenclaw halfblood 🇬🇷🇬🇧 03/09 age: 19 queer cis woman she/her

mary m. macdonald gryffindor muggleborn 🇺🇬🇬🇧 12/09 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

emma vanity slytherin pureblood 🇲🇽🇬🇧 02/29 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

emmeline vance ravenclaw halfblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/14 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

marlene mckinnon gryffindor halfblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 08/01 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

dorcas meadowes slytherin pureblood 🇿🇦🇬🇧 04/02 age: 18 lesbian cis woman she/her

good friends

amelia j. bones hufflepuff pureblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/15 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

hestia jones hufflepuff muggleborn 🇮🇳🇬🇧 02/05 age: 18 bisexual cis woman she/her

charity c. burbage hufflepuff muggleborn 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 05/20 age: 18 lesbian trans woman she/her

casual friends/it’s complicated

evan l. rosier slytherin pureblood 🇫🇷🇬🇧 04/23 age: 18 gay rivals to friends to lovers trans man he/him

frank longbottom gryffindor pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇦🇷 08/31 age: 19 straight cis man he/him

alice fortescue hufflepuff pureblood 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 08/14 age: 19 bisexual cis woman she/her

barty crouch jr. slytherin pureblood 🇻🇪🇬🇧 07/09 age: 18 bisexual cis man he/him

edgar bones hufflepuff pureblood 🇻🇳🇬🇧 10/15 age: 18 unlabeled cis man he/him

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lz-didyounotice · 1 year ago

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Baking weekends : "Kiss the cook"

this gif don't belong to me

Hello again, It's froggit here, so since i finished the last part of my series of one shots with the tenth doctor, i wanted to continue the time line, but with different doctors. For this one, you would have guessed it, the 11th is gonna make an apearence. I wanted to do something fluffy with him, not much running around with this one. May be in a future chapter. Anyway, as always, Warning : English is not my first language. So please be indulgent. Froggit-

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It was a new day aboard the TARDIS. As you awoke from your slumber, a tinge of sadness washed over you as you realized the Doctor wasn't beside you. You and the Doctor had been inseparable married since his last regeneration. Back then, your sister was still on the verge of marriage, but an insidious queen alien threatened to unleash her offspring upon humanity. Though the problem was resolved, your sister had to leave the TARDIS for her own safety.

Rising from your bed, you made your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, selecting a (F/c) top paired with washed up wide-legged jeans for today's outfit. Completing your look with your favorite sport shoes, you headed back to the console. Greeting the TARDIS, you found the Doctor tinkering with his sonic screwdriver beneath the main platform, muttering curses under his breath.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" you exclaimed, standing by the console to observe the Time Lord at work.

"Ah, (Y/N)! Finally up--?"

"You could have woken me, you know?"

"Wouldn't dream of depriving you of sleep, now would I?"

"Still haunted by our last sleepover with the Ponds, are you?" you teased, knowing full well he didn't mind those gatherings one bit, but your last escapade involving chasing him with pears during Amy's visit had leaved him on his guards.

"That, and Sexy here needed a bit of tinkering. But we do have to meet up with our in-laws, don't we?"

"Better hurry, or Amy will have both our heads on a silver platter by the time we get there."

"Geronimo, then."

Adjusting a few levers on the console, the Doctor drew closer to you before turning around on his feets, planting an excited kiss on your lips, then pulling the Big lever to send the TARDIS flying off. And landing it did, with a loud sound just down the block.

"You're getting better at parking her! For once, we didn't end up in Amy's kitchen; that's a first." Did you teased him.

"I said I was sorry. Not my fault the oven was wide open."

"I'm not complaining. Now we have a brand new oven to bake with!"

Approaching the door, you barely had time to knock before the ginger woman engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. Amy had become a close friend since she first entered the TARDIS, her courageous demeanor and contagious sassiness made her impossible not to like. The two of you were quite the pair, sticking together in every circumstance, and today was no exception. As usual on weekends, you had decided to visit and bake with her, initially just a joke, but it had become a regular activity for the girls as time went on, spurred by the Doctor's sweet tooth and craving for sugar.

After exchanging greetings with Rory, Amelia tossed you your cooking apron, adorned with a magnificent "Kiss the Cook" slogan on the front. Catching it gracefully, you tied it securely around your waist as you helped Amelia with hers. Turning to face the grinning Doctor seated on one of the stools, you inquired, "So, pretty boy, what shall we try this time?"

"Have we made 'gâteau au yaourt' yet?"

"What even is that?" Amy chimed in, detaching herself from your grasp.

"Good choice, Doctor. Now, we just need a container to measure everything."

After washing your hands, you felt the Doctor's gaze on your new apron.

"Do you like it?"

"I more than like it. It suits you well."

And there it was, that smile that always made you weak in the knees. Blushing, you turned away, which only seemed to widen the Doctor's grin.

"Oh, shush..."

Without waiting for his response, you began gathering the ingredients needed for the cake. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you started an energetic playlist, dancing around the counter while Amy sang along to certain parts.

"So, let me guide you through this, Amy. First, we need some yogurt."

Peeking into the fridge, the ginger-haired girl retrieved a small white container. And so, you began explaining how yogurt cake was an important French bakery item, a practical dessert with no need for precise measurements, perfect for busy meetings.

The recipe was simple enough, so while Amy mixed the batter, you whipped up some cream, trying your best to keep up with the beat of the music. Once finished, you stored the cream in the fridge before joining Amy for the final step: pouring the batter into a circular pan and placing it in the oven.

With the cake now baking, you suggested to Amy that she and Rory take a break while you tackled the dishes. Eyeing you suspiciously, she warned you not to make a mess in her absence. Whether she was referring to you or the Doctor, who was still seated at the counter, you couldn't be sure. Shaking your head, you ushered her out before taking your place at the sink, whisk in hand.

As you washed the utensils, you felt someone's hands wrap around your waist, and a head drop onto your shoulder.

"Bored already, darling?"

"Not really…"

"Then what's on your mind?"

You had just shaken your hands to remove excess water when you turned around to find the Doctor's face mere inches from yours, his nose adorned with a smudge of batter. Did he really just lick the bowl? Deciding you didn’t even want to question it, you just stared at it for a while before speaking up.

“You have a little something on your face.. Here let me help you.” Taking the end of your apron, you brought it up to his face before weeping the small spot at the tip of his nose. His smile shined once more as you sneakily swapped your places, making him now trapped between you and the counter.

"So, tell me, what's going on in that beautiful head of yours? You've been unusually quiet…"

"Can't I just listen to you talk?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"I mean, you've lived in France for a couple of lives, so you might know more than me on this point."

"Says the man with a universe's worth of knowledge in his library. You're not fooling me on this one, spaceman."

Your faces were now tantalizingly close, as you tried to coax him into saying something. With you this close, all he wanted was to tell you everything but it would ruin the surprise. He had wanted for it to be special, a small adventure for the both of you, but he was too scared to spill it out of excitement to say something.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Apparently not enough. Tell me about it."

With a small laugh, you grabbed him by his bow tie, crashing your lips against his, melting into his touch as you basked in his comfort. Each sweet kiss sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, just like the first time you met. Your hands grasped at anything you could on him, trying to ground yourself in the moment.

Your embrace seemed too short, as your make-out session was interrupted by the timer on the oven. With your hair disheveled and the Doctor's bow tie undone, you tried to compose yourselves, pulling your hair back and slipping on a heat-resistant glove to retrieve the cake from the oven. Admiring the beautiful golden top, you could practically taste its delicious aroma.

You and the Doctor attempted to look a bit more presentable, but as always Amy bursted into the kitchen, wanting to ensure everything was all right.

"Cake's out of the oven?"

"Yep."

Upon closer inspection, she laughed at the Doctor's disheveled appearance. He was still straightening his bow tie, his collar askew, revealing a few red marks, with his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, his suspenders struggling to stay attached to his pants.

"You two had fun, I see."

Blushing, you were tempted to toss your glove at Amy, but she dodged it with ease, giggling as she left, seemingly on her way to spread some gossip.

"Shit, I missed..."

Well, it could have been worse. You helped the Doctor readjust his bow tie, before boiling water for tea. Finally, you made the cake presentable and topped it with fresh whipped cream and raspberries.

And as you set everything on the table, the Doctor marveled at his luck. How did he end up with someone who could keep up with him on every adventure? He remembered the look on your face when you first saw his new regeneration. He had told you beforehand, but he still worried that you wouldn't love him the same way with his new face.

How silly was he to think that someone who had changed faces so many times would reject him. To you, he was still the Doctor, the beautiful creature who had shown you the universe, made you feel loved and cared for. Even if he was a bit smaller, with longer hair and a larger chin. In your opinion it made him all the easier to kiss, and you were grateful for it.

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The afternoon ended on a beautiful note, with you, the Doctor, and the Ponds enjoying a delicious homemade cake as soft music played in the background. You discussed future adventures and reminisced about memories made along the way, planning your next baking escapade. It was no surprise when the Doctor suggested trying to make some alien cake next time. In your mind, you had already reached the bottom shelf of the TARDIS library, eyeing the row of books, wondering if the red recipe book with Gallifreyan writings on the cover could help.

You had been working tirelessly for weeks now to perfect a recipe while visiting your sister. Secretly learning Gallifreyan, with some assistance from the TARDIS in selecting the right books for translation. You were grateful for her help in this endeavor. You wanted for it to be perfect after all and create something meaningful for him.

As the sun set, you bid farewell to the Ponds, promising to visit again soon, before returning to the TARDIS. Once in space, the Doctor was finally able to execute his plan, sending you both to one of the most beautiful soirées in the galaxy to dance the night away. For a short while he disappeared into the corridors of the TARDIS, letting you ponder what he was up to this time.

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"Well, milady, we are awaited somewhere rather special. Your finest dress is advised for this glorious night." The Doctor exclaimed with the voice of a television host, returning in a magnificent white vest and black dress pants. A smile graced your lips as you admired him and his unusual attire.

"Just give me a moment, beautiful stranger… I'll be right back." Making your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, you examined the extensive selection of dresses, eventually landing one recommended by River. You had chosen it on one of your last trips together, waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. As for jewelry, you adorned yourself with a simple golden necklace the Doctor had given you for your first anniversary.

Emerging onto the main platform, you found the Doctor still where you had left him, his feet tapping the ground in a repeating pattern. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. The dress you wore was a mid-length gown with a slit, featuring a V-neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage. It hugged your figure perfectly, with two distinct parts to the sleeves—one that made the top stand straight and the other cascading over your shoulder. Your makeup was soft, your hair elegantly styled, complementing every curve of your body.

"So… what do you think?"

"Bleamy, (Y/N)...., you look out of this world…"

Still a blushing mess, you interlocked your arm with his as you walked out of the TARDIS, a wide grin spreading across your face when you saw where he had taken you.

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Bonus :

"I suppose I made the right choice of dress, didn't I?" Did you laugh practically out of air.

As always, the night ended with both of you escaping the scene, giggling like a mad married couple , with a few soldiers trying to get hold of you. Let's just say you were discovered in one of the corridors making out once again, this time with the Doctor fully adorned in your favorite deep red lipstick.

“Forgot i was banned from the palace-” The doctor finally admitted as the Tardis came into view.

#11th doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who #baking #noble reader #river x reader #pond familly #fluff #Amy pond #imortal reader #eleventh doctor x reader

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sturgispodtudo · 2 years ago

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Isso só pode ser um pesadelo. Isso só pode ser um pesadelo. Isso só pode ser um pesadelo… Aquela vozinha não parava de ressoar dentro da cabeça de Podmore numa tentativa de convencer a si mesmo que nada daquilo era real. Porém, para sua infelicidade, a confusão que estava se formando era tão palpável quanto um objeto qualquer. Era impossível ignorar o medo das pessoas ou fingir que nada daquilo estava acontecendo. Infelizmente, o maior pesadelo de Sturgis tinha se tornado realidade e continuar negando as coisas não iria melhorar em nada a situação. “Não temos tempo de encantar seu irmão, Mia”, falou para a bruxa, sentindo-se culpado por aquilo. O corvino estava aflito só de pensar em Edgar, um de seus melhores amigos no meio daquela confusão toda, e ele imaginava que a sensação deveria estar torturante para Amelia se levasse em consideração que estavam falando a respeito do irmão gêmeo dela. Contudo, não havia muito o que fazer no momento. O caos na multidão dificultava para eles se locomoverem com rapidez e agilidade, se separarem não era uma possibilidade e se alguma coisa acontecesse com Mia Sturgis não seria capaz de se perdoar. “Nice one, Bones”, disse ao perceber a rapidez da lufana ao defendê-los. Certamente Amelia Bones não precisava de ninguém para a defender, ela era capaz de fazer isso muito bem, mas isso não diminuía em nada a preocupação de Podmore. O rapaz segurou a mão da lufana e fez um sinal com a cabeça para que Davey os seguisse. Enquanto caminhavam na tentativa de sair do caos que tinha se instaurado no show, o bruxo não pode deixar de olhar para as pessoas a sua volta com um olhar de desconfiança, temendo que alguém pudesse os trair a qualquer momento. “Petrificus Totalus”, lançou o feitiço em uma das figuraças encapuzadas que estava há alguns metros deles, ameaçando um grupo de bruxos mais novos, e não pode evitar de abrir um pequeno sorriso de satisfação ao ver o bruxo das trevas caindo de cara no chão. "Davey, você sabe aparatar? Você precisa tirar elas daqui", falou se referindo ao grupo das aulas mais jovens.

sturgispodtudo:

Não era novidade para ninguém que Sturgis Podmore se considerava extremamente azarado, e isso sem falar da sua falta de destreza e talento para causar confusões, mas pela primeira vez na vida o bruxo estava se sentido sortudo. Foi impossível esconder seu sorriso ou o brilho no olhar quando avistou Amelia Bones no show do Foi Flyers. Embora não tivessem combinado de se encontrar, ainda mais levando em conta que existia a possibilidade de Edgar os flagrar, o corvino não podia negar que encontrá-la em meio a multidão era uma grata surpresa. Ao mesmo tempo em que prestava atenção no show, na euforia das pessoas ao seu redor, volta e meia Podmore parava para admirar Amelia. Era um fato que a lufana era bonita, que o olhar dela o hipnotizava, mas naquele dia em especial a bruxa estava mais atraente do que nunca. A impressão de Stu era que ele estava vivendo um sonho; um sonho do qual ele esperava não acordar. Porém, com a mesma rapidez que um castelo de cartas desmorona, o sinal de que seu sonho havia se transformado em um pesadelo ocorreu quando o símbolo de uma caveira com uma serpente tomou conta do céu. No mesmo instante, Stu sentiu um calafrio percorrendo por todo seu corpo e instantaneamente aproximou-se ainda mais de Mia. “Let’s go”, falou alto para que a bruxa a escutasse e juntos começaram a caminhar entre a multidão que ainda não tinha reparado no que estava acontecendo. Enquanto tentavam caminhar entre as pessoas, pedindo licença para conseguir passar, Sturgis avistou seu colega de casa. “Davey, what the hell are you doing?”, perguntou para o colega de casa, que parecia estar despreocupado enquanto tomava uma cerveja e fumava um cigarro. “Let’s get out of here now”.

A tensão tomou conta do corpo de Bones, que acelerava cada vez mais os passos para se afastar do palco o mais rápido possivel. Não sabia se Sturgis conhecia o símbolo ou o que ele significava, mas aquele não parecia o melhor momento para finalmente falar das descobertas que fez durante as férias. Seus passos foram interrompidos quando Davey surgiu na frente nos dois, claramente alheio da situação, ainda que os olhos encarassem a caveira no céu. “Preciso encontrar o meu irmão. Esse símbolo-” um grito estridente ecoou pelo local, fazendo com que Amelia fechasse os olhos com força. No momento em que os abriu novamente, percebeu vários bruxos encapuzados em meio a multidão e o fogo consumindo as barracas ao redor do palco. Com os lábios entreabertos e o semblante assustado, a lufana tentou buscar o irmão gêmeo ou alguns dos amigos que sabia que estavam no show, mas a movimentação da multidão correndo na direção contrária começou a força-los a se movimentar de novo. Até que os olhos encontraram o bruxo que estava no lado dela e de Podmore durante o show e que Amelia tinha visto erguer a varinha para conjurar o caveira e a cobra. “Davey!” gritou para alertá-lo, antes de erguer a varinha na direção do bruxo encapuzado “Expelliarmus!” proferiu rapidamente antes de dar a chance de serem realmente atacados. Amelia esbarrou em Sturgis com o movimento do feitiço e sentiu a angústia e o medo crescerem ao perceber que ele, Lily e Mary estavam ainda mais ameaçados. “Precisamos tirar você daqui” aquela altura, era impossível desviar das pessoas que corriam desesperadas para buscar um refúgio, Amelia segurou Sturgis pela mão como forma de garantir que não seriam separados.

#chat #c: amelia bones #amelia bones 03 #witchella

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msmk11 · 10 months ago

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Rounds

Lily Evans x Slytherin!reader

WC: 1k

CW: fluff; house rivalries

Summary: you get assigned prefect rounds with your rival- Lily Evans.

Day 25 of mk’s mad dash

“Right, now that we’ve reviewed the rules and new policies, we’ll pass out the rounds assignments for the first term,” Amos Diggory, the new head boy, announced.

Amelia Bones, the new head girl, nodded in agreement, “And because Dumbledore wants us to encourage more interhouse interactions, we’ve decided to partner all of you with someone from a different house.”

You groaned internally. For all the other houses, partnering with each other was not a problem. But as a Slytherin, no one but your own kind wanted to work with you. The green tie and snake status guaranteed you isolation- one that you’d all rather come to enjoy.

Regulus, who was your rounds partner all of last year, glanced at you with a shared look of dismay.

Diggory passed around the rounds assignments and you accepted it with a less than welcoming stare.

You just prayed you weren’t paired with one of Gryffindor’s most obnoxious- Remus Lupin.

It seemed the two prefects were kind enough to not do you that disservice, but not much more than that. Because while you weren’t paired with Lupin, you were still paired with an utterly insufferable Gryffindor.

Lily Evans.

AKA your academic rival.

Aside from Snape, Evans was your biggest competition for the honored title of first in your class. She was a frustrating, kiss ass, know-it-all whose mere presence made your blood boil.

The worst part? She was perfectly fucking nice to you.

It was maddening, not being able to get under her skin at all. It confused you too. You’d witnessed Evans’ temper many times over things much less severe than the attitude with which you treated her.

It made no sense and you had no answers. It only maddened you more.

You let out a quiet huff and turned to Regulus, “I’ve been stuck with fucking Evans.”

Regulus cringed but shrugged his shoulders, “could be worse. I got stuck with Skeeter.”

You outwardly grimaced and shot the obnoxious blonde a rather withering glare, “good fucking luck. Best keep your mouth shut too or all your fucking secrets will be spilled.”

The Black heir scoffed, “I was probably put with her because I don’t talk. Less trouble for Bones and Diggory if someone’s around to control her.”

You hummed in agreement but were stopped short of any response when the subject of your personal dismay approached.

The fiery redhead stood before you with a kind smile that made your stomach turn.

“Evans,” you declared tersely.

“Hi,” she chirped sweetly. She turned to Regulus with a polite nod, “Black.”

“What do you need, Evans?” You sighed.

“Well, as you know, we’re rounds partners, and well, uh, Bones and Diggory have assigned us to first watch.”

You slumped down into your seat and cursed, “Oh bloody fucking hell.”

Regulus snickered at you and it took everything in you not to smack him.

“Rightttt. Well, let’s get to it then. I guess.”

You motioned for Lily to lead the way, falling into step behind her, albeit with less enthusiasm.

After the final few prefects had made their ways back to their houses, the halls grew quiet except for the quiet chatter of a few portraits. You hoped Lily would guarantee you this peace for the whole time, but your hopes weren’t high.

“So did your first day of classes go well?” The redhead asked with interest. Interest you were certain she was feigning to maintain her good-girl act.

“Fine. The same. Except I don’t have to deal with half of my idiot classmates anymore.”

Now that you were in your sixth year, the O.W.L.S. had filtered out many of your classmates who hadn’t had the skills or brain cells to do well in the subjects you prided yourself on. It was a relief, being rid of the potential that you’d be partnered with an idiot. But, like anything, there were downsides too. One being you had nearly every class with Evans now.

“I’m not sure why you ask Evans, seeing as you’re in almost all my classes.”

Instead of being ruffled by your bluntness, she only shrugged, “just being polite. Anyhow, people can do the same thing and come out with different experiences.”

“Don’t I know it,” you grumbled. You thought of all the ways your Hogwarts experience had differed from others simply because of your house status.

Lily was silent for a moment.

“Is there a reason you hate me so much?”

You barely withheld your scoff and tried to maintain your cool, “cause you’re a Gryffindor or whatever.”

She shook her head adamantly at you, “no, that’s not it. You have some personal vendetta against me. Why?”

You looked at her disbelievingly, “don’t play coy with me Evans.”

“I’m not! I genuinely don’t know what I’ve done.”

Rather abruptly you stopped in your tracks and fully turned towards her, “we’re rivals, Evans. And not just because of our houses, but because of school. You’re my… academic rival.”

Her eyebrows furrowed into a mixture of concern and… amusement?

“Rivals? What are we… 12?”

“We’re people who’ve been pitted against each other from the beginning. Pretty sure that makes us rivals,” you spat defensively.

“I think you pitted yourself against me,” Evans corrected.

The look you gave her must say enough, because her face softened a little.

“I’ve never seen you as rival. I’ve actually only ever admired you. For your intelligence, sure, but also for how protective you are of your friends, how you look after the more picked on Slytherins, and how you put your all into everything you do.”

The redhead gazed at you intently- so intently that you felt heat burning in your cheeks.

“But I’ve only ever been mean to you,” you responded warily, “how did… how do you still think of me so positively?”

She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk again, “I just figured it was a defense mechanism. A way to protect yourself. I don’t think you’re truly a mean person.”

“And how do I know you aren’t just saying all this to trick me into trusting you so that you can beat me for first in the class?”

Evans deadpanned to you, “you know our workload. I don’t have the time to come up with such a conceited plan.”

You let out a laugh. An actual laugh, and Lily’s face contorted into a beaming smile.

“Touché.”

You paused thoughtfully.

“I’m still not letting you have first spot, Evans.”

She smiled at you warmly, “I plan on it.”

#mk's mad dash #lily evans x y/n #lily evans x you #lily evans x reader #lily evans x slytherin!reader #lily evans fic #lily evans imagine #lily evans one shot #lily evans drabble #lily evans fluff #lily evans angst #academic rivals #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #hp fanfic #lily evans

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whinlatter · 11 months ago

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That brings up an interesting point. Since you seen to be a canon girlie, do you think/feel that Hermione DOES become Minister?

What do you make of Harry being Head of Magical Law Enforcement?

thank you for this question anon! i do think it's very plausible hermione becomes minister of magic. i think it's equally plausible that harry becomes head of magical law enforcement. mostly because, well:

basically: i think both characters' career trajectories are in keeping with the politics of the series as a whole - eg. the goodies are all liberal, pro-state, non-revolutionary moderates who support a gradualist reformist agenda rather than a radical re-imagining of societal organisation. i also think both career options track with who each character is in canon (or rather, who the teenage versions of these characters might become as adults). and i think most of the reasons people are disappointed by either idea, and especially by harry coming 'a cop' then rising up the ranks to run law enforcement, is because they are putting their own more radical ambitions around social justice onto characters that would be poor vehicles for them.

on hermione - i don't know how many people have huge issue with the idea of hermione as minister of magic. i imagine the complaints with this idea come from people who a) like hermione and think hermione's politics as a teenager - identifying systemic injustice and labour exploitation of a subject people - jar with the idea of her settling within a political system that upholds and enforces that structure and others like it, or b) people don't like hermione as much and who think she would be too unpopular to get elected. to the former group, i'd trot out the arguments made far better than people other than me: that hermione's support for the house elves mostly boils down to a bit of a saviour complex and 'be nicer to your slaves', which is not especially radical position, and also point out the ministry's institutional culture seems to reward high-achieving technocrats with establishment credentials (or at least, prior records of academic and professional achievement), and i could see hermione riding that train straight to the top, especially on wave of post-war reformism with diminishing anti-muggleborn prejudice. (the wizarding world also loves a good (and bad) law and is extremely vigilant in enforcing them to a fault. hermione jean granger absolutely loves a rule. it's a match-made in heaven. it is - i fear - giving keir starmer).

to the second point, as i talked a bit about here, the wizarding world does not seem to be a democracy. so hermione wouldn't even need to be especially popular to get the top job. i personally love the idea of hermione quietly parking her commitments to representative democracy to get a bit of good labour legislation passed, or even thinking about wizarding democracy in victorian terms (as long as you're representing what you think the enlightened citizenry want, you're gucci). i mean honestly, what do the masses know! ignore em, queen. they're all kind of pureblood racists anyway!

on harry: i have a feeling it's harry's trajectory that most pisses people off. and i absolutely get it! people hate cops, and harry appears to become one, after spending a lot of the series raging against how shit senior leadership at the ministry of magic tend to be. while i do see the argument that teenage harry has strong criticisms of the ministry for its officials' self-interest, corruption and lack of accountability for their many miscarriages of justice, the truth is that a) harry never really associates being an auror with representing the ministry of magic as an institution, that b) he thinks of lots of characters who work in and around the ministry of magic, including in law enforcement, as agents of good (arthur weasley, kingsley, tonks, mad-eye, amelia bones) and c) harry at no point shows himself interested in thinking about ideology, about political systems, or about a more developed worldview beyond a deep sense of right and wrong and a need for justice. i think harry would like being head of magical law enforcement much less than hermione would like being minister, and i could see him finding the job enormously frustrating both for how much politicking it likely requires and for how little field action it would require. but i don't think that means it's out of character for him to rise up the ranks in pursuit of a more effective justice system and eventually take the top job as a means to an end.

the only other thing i'll say is that i do think there is something a bit culturally specific about imagining these two characters we think of as morally good actors taking up roles within the state to try to work for what they feel to be positive reform and progressive causes. the state appears quite neutrally in the hp series: it's a tool to be picked up and used to affect political change. this reflects its author's worldview, the political moment in which it was written (eg. under blair's new labour), and a longstanding dimension of real-life centre-left social democratic british politics usually expressed, at various times and to varying extents, by the political programme of the labour party throughout its history (to say nothing of a wider european context). it's not an inherently problematic political worldview (it is a core social democratic and socialist principle; it is also my own view of the state...), though ofc it can become so in the wrong hands. for instance, it's a consistent through-line in jkr's political evolution and a staple of her practically single-issue dangerous anti-trans politics even now - terf politics is a lot about wielding the state to remove legal protections from trans people, stop them from accessing health care etc. but the idea of the big state and of laws and government as a positive interventionist tool does colour hp as a text in lots of ways and is reflected in the worldview of many of its characters with which the reader is supposed to side. and i don't think we should overlook that.

conversely, hp is also a series devoid of political movements, and certainly of a meaningful far-left ideology or political sphere. and that's important to remember too if we're interested in canon coherence: hp is a liberal text in that it seemed plausible for its author to vacate a great deal of politics from her world-building. and i think that is, regretfully, worth remembering when we're claiming hermione should have been a trade union agitator or harry should have been an acab abolitionist organiser or whatever.

#meta #basically #hermione 🤝 kamala 🤝 keir = social outsiders using a legal career as a springboard to careers on the political centre/centre-left #harry just loves a pretty black and white version of justice and also was just thinking of the pension #politics #wizarding world #hp politics

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Vic! I must ask - do you have any erotic romance and/or erotica book recommendations?

LITEROTICA!!!!!!!! my favorite! I am finally finally getting to this, apologies for the delay. I'm not doing blurbs or anything and just going to list them, but I'll include a ⭐️ if they're a favorite. This is a mix of erotica and romance, and don't forget to check trigger warnings carefully for all books!

I'll also mark C for contemporary, HR for historical romance and F for fantasy just for ease of perusing.

In no particular order:

The Crossfire Series, Sylvia Day, C, ⭐️

Scounders of St. James series, Lorraine Heath, HR

Travises series, Lisa Kleypas, C

Little Birds, Anaïs Nin, C, ⭐️

Rules for the Reckless series, Meredith Duran, HR

The Duke of Shadows, Meredith Duran, HR

Bellamy Creek series, Melanie Harlow, C

Things We Never Got Over, Lucy Score, C, ⭐️

A Spy in the House of Love, Anaïs Nin, C, ⭐️

Cloverleigh Farms series, Melanie Harlow, C

The Pale Court duology, Liv Zander, F

Master of Salt & Bones, Keri Lake, CF

Of Flesh & Bone series, Harper L. Woods, F

Promises and Pomegranates, Sav R. Miller, C

The Made series, Danielle Lori, C, ⭐️

At Your Pleasure, Meredith Duran, HR

The Dressmakers series, Loretta Chase, HR

Scandal & Scoundrel series, Sarah Maclean, HR

Victorian Rebels series, Kerrigan Byrne, HR

Wicked Becomes You, Meredith Duran

The Ravenels series, Lisa Kleypas, HR, ⭐️

The Hathaways series, Lisa Kleypas, HR, ⭐️

After We Fall series, Melanie Harlow, C

Anti-Heroes in Love duology, Giana Darling, C

Dark Deam Duet duology, Giana Darling, C

Lord of Scoundrels, Loretta Chase, HR, ⭐️

Love By Numbers, Sarah Maclean, HR,

Girl Meets Duke series,Tessa Dare, HR

Castles Ever After series, Tessa Dare, HR

It Happened One Summer, Tessa Bailey, C, ⭐️

A Wicked Kind of Husband, Mia Vincy, HR, ⭐️

Playing with Monsters series, Amelia Hutchins, CF, ⭐️

Legacy of the Nine Realms series, Amelia Hutchins, CF

Aspect and Anchor series, Ruby Dixon

Wallflowers series, Lisa Kleypas, HR, ⭐️

The Gilded Age Heiresses series, Harper St. George

Dark Arts series, Bec McMaster, F, ⭐️

Markham Hall series, Sierra Simone, HR, ⭐️

Priest, Sierra Simone, C

The Villain, L.J. Shen

Delta of Venus, Anaïs Nin, C, ⭐️

#vic's recs #book recs

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edgarebones · 7 months ago

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This was a moment he wanted to have with her. Amelia, she had a tender heart and at times, feeling the protective side of being the eldest brother, he wanted to shield her from pain. That wasn't always possible, but he couldn't fight his instinct.

"Let us have dinner with them and then I will take you myself to grandma's." He did want to see her as well, then he would have to head back to help plan the funeral arrangements. "If you need anything, you'll let me know. No doing anything on your own."

Amelia hugged Edgar tightly in return, glad for a moment that it was just the two of them. She loved every member of her family fiercely, and would do anything for any of them in a heartbeat, but her oldest brother had always been her rock and she didn't have to hide anything from him. Yes it was infuriating at times how much he insisted on interfering and protecting her when she really didn't need it, but at times like she was eternally grateful for the shoulder to cry on.

"I know we will." She replied, voiced muffled from the hug. After moment she sniffled, standing upright once more and wiped her eyes with the cuffs of her sleeves. "I guess we should go though and join them... Though maybe I should just head over to grandmas now so she's not on her own."

#c: amelia bones #//you can close it up <3

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aurorasinistrax · 1 year ago

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where: the leaky cauldron who: @amvlias

Aurora sat at the bar, both her hands wrapped around her mug of beer, not wishing to let them fall on anyone else, taking a small sip of her drink. She sat there torn in two, half her heart aching for the one that broke it and the other half, yearned for a wizard that brought excitement, someone different from what she had been around.

Too caught up in her thoughts, she didn't realise a body sat down beside her, glancing over to find a familiar face.

"Amelia," a smile on her face. She knew her brother well, one of the leaders for the Order. "Have a drink with me?" It was better to have a distraction to get her out of her head.

#c: amelia bones

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Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

#hp #hp meta #mainly for my own sake #sorry if im rambling #mywrite #order member ages

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