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magnoliavasconcelos · 2 months
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"He's just a baby"
Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader
Word count: 382
Warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes
Content: fluff, established relationship, one shot
Situation: your food is too good, Bam is too clingy and Jungkook wouldn't swap his little family for anything.
"What the fuck is this?"
The first words came from a tired Jungkook, dressed in baggy black clothes, hands on his waist and a smile growing on his face.
"What?"
"Have you seen yourself?"
He said, pointing at Bam and me, lying on the sofa with a blanket, Bam's head on my chest as I pet him.
"He deserves pampering, look at his face." Jungkook laughs in disbelief. "Have you seen his size?"
"I think someone's jealous, but who am I to talk, I would be too if a beautiful woman like me wasn't paying me any attention." I say with a small smile looking at Bam once again.
"Of course I am, I know my rights." He says, as he leans in to kiss me. "I made us food." I say, pointing to the kitchen worktop. I see his doe eyes growing as he looks at the food I've prepared. His favourite ramen, with green onions, soft boiled eggs and sesame seeds.
Smelling a sweet scent through his button nose, he looked over and there were small freshly made chocolat cookies with hearts on top.
"You did all this?" He asked me, his eyes wide. "Yes, I went to buy the flour at the shop of that older couple we met."
Ahhh, that day. He thought. A week ago, when we had gone to walk Bam, we found a precious shop, run by an elderly couple, where everything seemed to be in perfect condition. But nothing was more perfect than his girl in a yellow sundress and his dog always on guard around her.
"I love you." Jungkook says as he looks at me with such affection that I feel like I'm going to explode. "I love you too..." I say and then he interrupts me. "No, I love you. In an inexplicable way, in a way that makes me want to enjoy every moment with you. In bad times and in good times, when we laugh like fools, when you get upset about someone at work and I start planning to kill them, when I miss a step in a routine and you cheer me up, when I complain that Bam steals you away from me but I love that he loves you like a mother, the fact that I came home to delicious food you made. I'm just madly in love with our home life."
"Stop it..." I say and feel my cheeks heat up. Jungkook walks up to me with a mischievous smile. "I won't stop, pretty thing." He starts kissing me all over my face, while Bam starts snuggling closer to me, pushing Jungkook further away. "Bam stop stealing my girl, you've had her all day, now it's my turn."
"Don't talk to him like that, he's just a baby." I look at the Doberman. "Who's Mummy's cutest baby?" I ask in a baby voice, causing Bam to climb on top of me and lick my face.
"Give me some attention, I thought I was your baby too." The singer, with tattoos and piercings adorning his smooth skin and bulging muscles, looks at me with an irresistible pout, making me grab his face and kiss him. "You'll always be my baby, my sweet boy, my golden boy, my Kookie..."
He takes me round the waist and kisses me like a hungry man. "I'd really like to eat you right now, but I think we'd better eat the food you've prepared and deal with it later." Jeon tells me without a hint of shame, leaving me all soft. I just nod and we head for the dining table, sit on his lap and enjoy our meal before moving on to the next one.
This is my first fic, hope I can get better.
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unformula1 · 2 months
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best pop duo (CL16 x reader)
best pop duo (CL16 x reader)
valentines day series
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synopsis: charles and you win an award.
“What were you thinking up there, when you were holding the grammy?” A reporter asks.
“Well, other than ‘holy shit my boyfriend’s eyes are gorgeous’, then probably ‘holy shit this is actually happening’.” You respond, smiling as you do so.
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word count: 777
valentines’ day countdown: -4
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
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“And the best pop duo performance goes to…”
Nervousness washes over you. As much as you say you don’t care, winning this would mean the world to you. You tap your fingers on the table anxiously. 
Charles’ places his hands over yours, and looks into your eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile as your fingers stop tapping so much. He holds your hand tightly which somehow makes you feel more confident. 
“y/n l/n and Charles Leclerc!” 
You scream and stand up. Charles stands up, but more calmly. Everyone at your table congratulates you and Charles, giving both of you pats on the back and handshakes. Tears flow out from your eyes as you walk onto stage, with Charles’ hand in yours.
Charles holds the grammy and passes it to you. You wipe your tears off, taking deep breaths before taking the grammy. Both of you stand in front of the mic.
“Holy shit.” You say, looking at the grammy. Charles places his hand over your shoulder, pulling you in.
It gives you a different sense of comfort. He kisses your cheek which makes the place explode into cheers and applause. You blush a little, hiding it with a chuckle. 
Your gaze slowly moves from the grammy, to the crowd then finally into Charles’ eyes. They’re gorgeous. It really was something special for you, for him and for your relationship.
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“What were you thinking up there, when you were holding the grammy?” A reporter asks.
You shift in your seat a little bit, thinking of how to phrase your answer before you pull the mic closer to you.
“Well, other than ‘holy shit my boyfriend’s eyes are gorgeous’, then probably ‘holy shit this is actually happening’.” You respond, smiling as you do so.
Your response earns a slight laugh from the crowd of interviewers. 
“What was the process of writing with Charles Leclerc like?” Another asks.
“He should stick to racing.” You joke, laughing a little, “I’m kidding, don’t tell him I said that.”
You straighten up, “Well originally none of us ever thought we’d be doing this. It was pretty out of nowhere.” You reminisce of a few months ago.
You sit on the couch, notebook and pen in hand, scribbling down random words and phrases which come to your head. You click your pen a few times, leaning back onto the couch and looking up into the ceiling.
“Charles!” You shout, still looking into the ceiling
“Yes?” Charles says, poking his head into the living room.
“Come here.” You demand, but politely.
He obeys you and walks over, sitting next to you. He rests his head on your shoulder.
“Hm.” Charles makes an unintelligible noise. 
“I just need you to sit there.” You say, still clicking your pen.
“Okay.” He says.
You stare at him for a few seconds, then write down a few words before clicking your pen again. 
“Do you want me to play the piano?” He asks softly while you stare intently at your messy handwriting on the notebook.
You look up and your face lights up, “Yes! Yes please.” 
He smiles, hops over the backrest of the couch and sits on the piano bench. You follow him. He moves to one side of the bench, patting the other side. You sit down there and he starts playing.
It’s your turn to rest your head on his shoulder as he plays the piano. It gives you some ideas which you do write down but after a while you sit up.
“You should write with me.” You blurt out.
“Write? I don’t really do that a lot, I’m not very good-” He replies, continuing to play the piano.
“Liar. You’re writing with me.” It’s not a request, it’s a demand.
Charles doesn’t protest, instead he continues playing the piano, nodding at your words.
“And here we are.” You chuckle.
“This song took a lot longer than it would usually take you. Is there a reason?” Another interviewer asks
“I left two verses out for Charles to write, and that was on period, I wasn’t changing that no matter what.” You respond.
“Are you glad you kept with that decision?” A follow up question pops up.
“Hell yea. I love what Charles wrote, no matter how long it took him.”
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Charles: youre really that proud of me You: of course mon cheri Charles: sorry i took so long  i wanted it to be as good as your words You: charles you wrote some amazing lyrics dont be disappointed in yourself Charles: i hope it was good You: if that wasnt obvious enough- Charles: i love you so much You: love you more.💋
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jeonaachu · 2 months
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Mi Amor || KTH
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Genre: Established relationship, fluff
Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Fem. OC
Word Count: 0.8k words
Summary: Just Taehyung admiring his girlfriend while she fixes him a sandwich
A/n: We love men in love. 😔👆🏻
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Taehyung watches as his girlfriend Haeun prepares a sandwich for him while he sits at the table with his head resting on the palm of his hand, elbows planted to the wooden dining table.
“How many times have I told you to be careful in the kitchen, hmm?” Her sweet voice fills the comfortable silence and all he could do was smile to himself at the way that voice made him feel so many things. Good things.
She’s always been so caring and gentle and just…. so wonderful. It doesn’t really matter to her that she has just returned from a long, tiring day of work not too long ago but what matters to her is that her boyfriend has got a small cut on his index finger while slicing some vegetables when he was fixing a quick snack for himself.
He’s always been the messy one in the kitchen so most of the time it’s either her cooking or just simple takeout food. It’s not like he’s just eating and lazing around when it comes to the kitchen though, he helps out his girlfriend anytime and any way he could. Cleaning the counters and dishes or just setting up the table, he does it all to take off at least some of the burden from her shoulders. He can’t possibly just sit and watch his girlfriend work like a cook for him, could he?
That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him. Or just humanly, for that matter.
Besides, he’s quite fond of just helping her around and admiring her while she cooked for the both of them. Like he was doing at the moment. There was a permanent smile on his face as she cut the crust of the bread, knowing well that he doesn’t like eating that part while she told him about her day. It always warmed his heart, the way she was so careful and considerate when it came to him.
Perhaps he’s just too in love, too whipped for this gorgeous woman before his eyes. Or maybe she’s really that deserving of all the affection, praise and love he has for her, stored in his heart. He always thought it was too little. Maybe it could have been better if there was a better, bigger place to use it as a love storehouse so that he could give her more of it. His stomach, maybe? Or his liver? They were definitely bigger than his heart.
His eyes trail down to the little bandage she had wrapped around his injured finger. It had cute stars on it. He very clearly remembers them buying a whole pack of these when he went grocery shopping with her last week, they had quite a good banter when deciding if stars would be better to heal the wounds the bandages are put on or the hearts. The final decision was done by a round of rock, paper and scissors and of course she had won.
She’d always beat him to the game but he was always happy to lose. A loser in love. Just for her though. His competitive ass won’t let him lose to anyone else.
“Here you go, Mr. Boyfriend.” Her voice breaks his train of thoughts and he gives her a grateful smile when she sets a plate of sandwiches before him. And as if her acts of service weren’t enough for him to melt into a puddle, she had even decided to give him a kiss on top of his head.
Oh, this woman.
She always had him weak with her gestures. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She questions in that tender voice of hers that Taehyung has come to love. He loves every bit of it, the gentleness, the way it sounds so soothing to his ears, the way it manages to give him tingles throughout his body each time.
He raises an eyebrow at her, slightly confused by her question. “Like what?” He asks because he’s sure he’s just adoring her through his eyes. Nothing weird, right? Obviously not if he just removes the bit where he’s been watching her with those dreamy eyes for a whole eighteen minutes.
Haeun gives him a smile with a shake of her head before returning her gaze back at him. “Like you love me more than anything and everything.” Her words hit him straight to his heart and he breaks into a small grin.
“Because I do love you more than anything and everything, mi amor.”
His words make her cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink, a shy chuckle slipping past her lips and he grins at the sound of it. It always manages to make his heart do a little dance in his chest, especially when he's the reason behind it.
He’s a goner. He knows that and he’s happy because it’s her.
Only her.
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shinynanalee · 9 months
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pairing: Mark Lee x f! reader (i use names better than y/n, but you can imagine whatever suits your imagination the best)
Warnings: fluff, est relationship, crying?
this is my first ever writing so pls be kind with me lol just a little something i wrote and it is pure fluff, pls let me know how you like it and if there is anything else you want me to write about and happy reading!
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“but it’s been 2 weeks, I-” she paused before clearing her mind and throat, swallowing the words she was going to say and smiling to herself as if he could see her. “It’s alright, we  can meet some other time, maybe tommorow night? that works for me.”
“Baby, don’t do this” he sighs before continuing “Tell me what you really wanna say”
“Nothing really, you tell me tommorow night works for you? dinner at my place? I’’ll wait ” she says brushing it off, satnding up gathering all her things and books shoving them in her bag before walking out of the cafe still talking to Mark.
“Yeah of course i’ll be there, love you” He says before hanging up and shoves his phone in his pocket before getting up to go get ready for the meeting that suddenly came up that he had to cancel meeting her.
the door bell rings and she rushes to the door,smiling ear to ear wiping her wet hands in her apron, opening the door.
He comes in and rests his bag on the small couch beside her door and pulls her for a kiss.
Breaking away from his embrace she smiles looking up at him abefore he begins.
“You cooked?” he asks looking at her lovingly his arms finding her waist.
“yup” she says popping the ‘p’ as she takes his hand in hers and walks him to the kitchen and makes him sit on the chair near the island.
“And its edible” she completes and turns around to take two bottles in her hand.
“Wine or Water?” She asks lifting her bottles in her hand as options.
“Water please” He answers chuckling.
her eyebrows are shot up but she complies anyways and pours him a glass of water neverthtless.
“sit here with me” he nudges her and makes her sit on his lap setting the glass of water on the table.
“you said with you not on you” she laughs adjusting on his lap.
“aren’t you hungry?” she asks looking at him while setting her hands around his neck.
“I am but i wanna speak to you first ” he says smiling as he puts the few strands of her hair behind her ear.
“alright speak then” she says chuckling.
“Hi” he says tightening his hold on her waist.
“hey” she replies smiling.
“how was your day beautiful?”
“it was okay i guess, much better now that you’re here” her asnwer makes him wanna kiss her but he holds back as he really wants to  talk to her.
“How was your day Mr Lee?” she asks and his eyebrows grow closer at the adressing she used.
“It was okay i guess, but so much better now that i’m here with you” he mimicks her answer making them laugh.
“Tell me! i was honest.” she swats his shoulder, a playful habit of hers whenever he joked around.
“ok ok, the meeting that i went to yesterday, the one that was suddenly scheduled” she nods for him to continue.
“My trip here is cut short baby, I’ll be returning sooner.” he infroms in a hushed tone searching for something in her eyes.
“oh” was all that left her mouth. He raises his eyebrows waiting for her to say something but she just shruggs and hugs him, now straddling him.
“oh? that’s all you got? say something” he says waiting for a reply.
“I mean it’s your work, I-” she pauses and closes her eyes for a brief moment “When are you going back?”
he looks away from her eyes for the first time thst night.
“I fly back tommorow night”
Tears evident in her eyes “that soon?” she whispers. “but you were supposed to behere for another 2 weeks”
he nods “i know baby but some sudden meeting cam up it can be a big collaboration i don’t know details yet though.”
“but we-” she pauses for the third time and swallows her words again and then continues smiling.
“its okay you’ll get to come back soon, i can wait.” she finishes and about to get up but he pulls her back again making her startled.
“baby, rose don’t do this” he says his hands still holding her wrists.
“do what?”
“Swallow your words, tell me what you really feel, i wanna know,don’t hide your feels from me babe.”
“But that’s how i feel Mark, I ain’t lying”
“Baby” he says and gives her a look that only comes out when he wnats her to cut through the bullshit and tell him honestly.
“I-” she starts looking anywhere but his eyes.
“yeah?” he encouraging her to continue.
“It’s just, its been so long since we met or even talked in person, i was looking forward to you being here ater 8  months mark, we met after 8 freaking months and you’re already flying back tommorow, i miss you so fucking much.” by now tears are threathening to fall down her cheeks.
“i know baby, im sorry. i miss you too very fucking much” he says kissing her hands and then her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I’m not complaining but Mark we’ve been together for 2 years and we’ve slept together only once or twice like i know this isn’t how this works and we’re in a long distance relationship but-” she stops to finally look at him and the tears flow down.
“Now you’re going back for God knows how long, i just miss you so much! ”
“I’m sorry baby, so much, i wanna be with you just as much, you do know that right baby?” he asks and she nods while sniffling slightly.
“I’ll try to be back as soon as I can ok?” Mark says and takes he rface in his hands making her look at him.
“Yeah i know you will, just don’t overwork yourself.”
“Got it baby.” he says chuckling “You got anything else?”
“Nope i think i’m done” she says looking down embaressed.
“Hey,rose” he catches up on her embaressment and hugs her before making her look at him again.
“dont be embaressed okay? I want  you to tell me hthese things that you feel, orelse how will I know baby, its important for you to tell me.”
“I wasn’t embaressed” she lies and looks away making him chuckle.
“Yeah sure” he says before snaking his arms under her shirt.
“and babe i thnk we slept more than once or twice, we can count if u want.” he says smirking.
“Ew I meant you staying here in my apartment you pervert like literal sleeping, get your mind out of the gutter.”
“oh mistake” he says making them laugh and her swatting at his shoulder again.
“You’ll be back soon right? here?” she asks and he gives her a genuine smile.
“Ofcourse this is my home baby.”
“You like my apartment that much? also this is MY home”
“I meant you baby, you’re my home”
His answer makes her smile and she pulls him in a kiss.
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noxtms · 11 days
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THE FULL MOON HANGS HIGH OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS, silvery light cast over the neverending festivities down below. anyone under the illusion that the hogsmeade hippogriffs vs diagon dragons charity quidditch game would wrap up in good time and lead to a relaxing night away was sorely mistaken. in spite of the late hour, the celebrations - and for some, the drowning of sorrows - show no sign of stopping anytime soon. the burren is an isolated spot, even without factoring in the huge number of muggle deterrent charms and protective incantations cast over the area for one night only. wix who traveled from overseas or across the country have a rare freedom and are taking full advantage - it's equal parts loud and unruly, and the best fun that many have had since winter came. put enough people in a place and throw in copious amounts of alcohol ( and in a number of cases, something much stronger ) and you'll have trouble, but robed aurors that wander the crowds are quick to combat drunken disputes they happen across which in turn is allowing the more easygoing of partygoers to enjoy their night all the more. expectations were rather low, but the event is running better than anyone could have expected.  MURPHY MCNULLY of the wizarding wireless network is one of the unlucky number to have thrown in his lot with the hippogriffs. a schoolyard crush on rolanda hooch blinded him when it came to the bettering slips, and the modest fortune that he lost had been enough to make this grown man cry - quite a bit, actually, until a kind soul pressed a half empty bottle of firewhiskey into his hands and he started the process of acceptance. he's been making his way from tent to tent ( which is, in turn, like moving from party to party ) all night, accepting the kindness of strangers and moving on when their generosity runs dry. it's no wonder the poor guy needs the bathroom, but when the closest porta potty queue looks much too daunting for him and a quick glance around tells him that no one is paying that much mind to him, murphy darts between tents and heads for the edge of the campgrounds.  he stumbles over the uneven terrain of the burren, picking his way to a suitable distance and coming to a stop at an ancient, waist high stone wall. the cacophony of music and laughter and all round good cheer hides the sound of a zipper, and murphy tries to sing along to one of the songs he recognises in the din, as he goes - he's so drunk the words run together, but he's having a mighty good time. bladder emptied, he zips himself back up, now humming, and hears a low grumble. his stomach, he thinks. "too full of firewhiskey," he laughs to himself, too drunk to take much notice of the hairs stood up at the back of his neck, "not enough soakage." he turns to go, and there it is again. the telltale grumble. or… he frowns. a growl? he twists back around, and the last thing that murphy mcnully sees before the world turns wet and red is two yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight and the flash of jaws full of huge, pointy teeth. it lunges, and on a nearby hill another wolf lifts their head to the sky to let out a mournful howl, and the pack descends.
TRIGGER WARNINGS for death, injury, animal death, anxiety, assault, blood, body imagery, fire imagery, gore.
the gathered crowds confuse the first screams of abject terror for more joyful rowdiness, only realising the nightmare they have stumbled into when they catch their first glimpse of the wolves that move with inhuman speed - the teeth, the eyes, the stinking, matted fur. worse, still ( if only because the horror of them is so much easier to digest in the moment ) are the hooded figures that begin to pop up from place to place. as if things weren't already bad, the death eaters have arrived. the smart ones apparate without a second thought. MARCUS, at one end of the campground, is gone with a pop before the situation has fully sunken into their alcohol adled mind. others, like the MALFOY'S, rush out of their tents in their nightclothes, disoriented, and take a second to let it all wash over them. they disappear, too, but only after they've grabbed their peacocks. 
it really is just VIKTOR'S luck that he would put himself out there and run into one of the more unfortunate cases of deja vu. bleary eyed when he emerges from his tent, he only narrowly avoids the vivid purple spell that sails over his head and collides with a cabinet inside, sending wood splinters and glass scattering and waking DAMARIS from where they dozed. the next curse draws blood when it grazes his arm and he drops to the ground, the same as his unlikely companion who has slid all the way off his couch and thrown their hands protectively over their head, kneeling in the shattered glass. "what the fuck is happening?" they shout, but viktor doesn't know. 
ANDIE, holding her crying son in her arms, abandons the fire pit when a misjudged protective spell explodes into the middle of it, sending sparks flying over all that had gathered around. she gets caught up in the sea of wix stampeding in one direction and can't immediately find an opening to get out or a safe space to apparate. 
following their immediate instinct to just duck and take cover beneath a closed up, wooden stall ultimately does TEMPEST no good ; they're smart, but the penchant for utter, mindless destruction that the death eaters have trumps that every time. one of the hooded figures hits the wooden structure with expulso, not even to target them but just because it adds to the growing chaos. they only realise someone is cowering underneath it when the now brightly burning, collapsing structure draws a shrill scream from the wix caught below. 
throwing up an invisible block in the doorway of their tent the minute that chaos unfolded was definitely a good idea and saves them some initial trouble, but DUDLEY is the first to realise the other sort of danger that they have landed themselves into when smoke starts billowing out from the rooms at the back of the tent. "GINNY-" he starts, wide eyed and taking several steps back, whatever warning he was going to give interrupted by her shout of "fuck!" as she rushes past him, leaving DRACO alone to hold the barrier in place. her cry of aguamenti does little to douse the flames she can only barely see through thick, black smoke. she tries to put them out in vain while it continues to funnel into the tent, stinging their eyes and coating their lungs with every breath, until dudley grabs her upper arm and tugs her away. "it's no use," he tells her, through a cough, "we have to leave." he's right, of course. arms held over their mouths as they return to the front of the tent, a bead of sweat runs down draco's forehead from both rising heat and the pressure of holding the barrier, alone. "ready to go?" he asks them, to no reply ; ginny grabs a hand each, and they disappear with a pop. 
assuming that JUSTIN is close at their heels and with ISMENE holding tightly to her hand, ANTIGONE'S only thought is to get back to her van and get her dog. they were among the lucky ones - they hadn't been caught up at the heart of the campgrounds when everything went to hell, and has instead been hanging around the edges of the parties. they were ready to head back and get some sleep, but unwilling to be the first to leave. they are both so full of hope, so close to where they parked in the carpark when antigone turns to glance over her shoulder that it feels so stupid to stop at all, though of course they were always going to when she realises, with a jolt, that justin isn't behind them after all. ismene tries to tug her on as she opens her mouth to shout for him, but everything moves so fast - a furred body launches itself over a ford fiesta and lands heavy on top of them both, jaws snapping, and what comes out of her next is nothing but a wordless scream.
limping from an ankle that he twisted in his haste to get through the panicked crowd, OSKAR meets ELIZA at the flap of her tent and shoves her all the way back in again. "is elena-" with her fingers now knotted up in the sleeve of his shirt, she shakes her head. it's a relief. her husband appears in a doorway with a barely awake ezra holding on tight around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. "is it-" he begins to ask, but oskar interrupts, "it's bad. we have to go." a ground shaking explosion at that exact moment forces them to quicker action, and eliza pulls oskar towards the rest of her family so that when they apparate, they do it together.
( the explosion itself is one of the stronger cases for a person having 'just downright rotten luck' documented, in recent years. GRACE, dragging ASTORIA by her jacket towards the auror detainment tent with the promise that safety awaits, has no way of predicting the freak accident she ultimately involves them both in - she counters spells she sees zipping past with a quick protego, has barely caught a glimpse of a wolf since it all kicked off, is managing, just barely, to keep her cool… but when a powerful reducto from a stranger in the crowd collides with the gas tanks behind an abandoned food truck, the resulting explosion throws EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity backwards with painful force, searing their eyebrows and knocking them out without them ever really understanding what happened, in the first place )
on the other side of the campgrounds, a stupefy collides with the ground at MINETTE'S feet, only narrowly missing her. she lets out a terrified squeak and twists to face the hooded figure that targeted her, throwing a leg lock curse at them without taking the time to properly aim and parrying the spell they throw back at her with a protego. her shield sends it flying into a nearby tent - not the first casualty, not the last - and though it's luckily empty, her distraction in that moment after it hits is all it takes for them to hit her with a body bind. she falls with a strangled sort of yell, and the next sensation her body feels is blistering pain beneath a vengeful crucio. 
finally managing to break away from the crowd, ANDIE darts between two tents and turns left, weaving her way through temporary homes. her mind is blank with panic - she knows she should be apparating, but marco's cries in her ear tell her that it's a danger to do so with him so upset and all she's really trying to do, in this moment, is put as much distance between them and the wolves and the wayward spells as possible. of course, she realises she should've just risked it when the wolf jumps into her path, hackles raised, teeth stripped. she jumps so violently that marco lets out another loud cry, and as she starts to back up, the wolf follows. "please…" she sobs, "please don't hurt us…" the wolf, showing understanding, continues forward. "please-" an explosion of blue sparks from an off course spell cascades over them from where it collides with the outside of a tent, and she seizes the momentary distraction to turn on her heel and run. 
"oh, merlin-" seeing TEMPEST struggle beneath the weight of the burning, wooden debris of what was once a stall, MARIETTA rushes into action. her aguamenti does little to douse the roaring, magical flames, so she gives up before she wastes too much precious time and just grabs their hands and starts to pull while they use whatever purchase they can find in the ground beneath them to try and help. the debris doesn't want to let go of them, but after a few long moments of desperate pulling, an almighty tug gets them free - their clothes singed, smoking, actually smoldering from the fire that had been licking so dangerously close to them. marietta, for what it's worth, does more than just force them to roll around. she also violently smacks at where the smoke seems most likely to burst into flame with her bare hands, only stopping when she's absolutely sure the danger has passed. 
JUSTIN had gotten caught by the crowd. that was all. he had started hot on the heels of the xu's, but the rushing wix had cut him off halfway along the journey. when he tripped, he was forced to his knees. when he got stuck close at the ground, he was stuck there, unable to push himself back to standing or press ahead, forcefully frozen in place by the sea of wix that were so desperate to get away that they don't realise he's even there. he tries, he tries so hard, but when a knee collides with his forehead, his body folds in on itself - leaving him vulnerable to the heavy footfall of a panicked crowd. 
she was lucky enough not to experience the last time a quidditch celebration turned deadly, but she's probably heard all about it, by now. CARA is at a distinct disadvantage to everyone else, lost in the crowd and being unable to apparate out - she's heard stories of werewolves, heard the truth about death eaters, but she's not interested in combating either. she just wants to get safe, and when the going gets especially rough… "mum!" she weaves her way through the crowd of wix, screaming so loudly her voice is sure to go hoarse, "mum!" 
"PANSY-" is the last word that she hears before the werewolf that suddenly appears in their path leaps and THEO shoves her out of the way with all of his strength. he makes himself the target, though the wolf doesn't care which one of them it crashes into with enough force to send them both flying backwards into the nearest, wooden stall, a mess of both their limbs. pansy's scream of terror catches in her throat as she hits the ground hard enough to see stars, and she fights against every instinct that she has to just lay there and catch her breath to instead scramble for her wand and force herself back up again, blood running cold at the thought that she can only ever be too late. "theo!" she shrieks, rushing to where they have fallen and taking careless aim - it's a gamble of the worst kind, but somehow, her depulso lands true. the werewolf atop him gets thrown away into another stall as pansy throws herself over him in its place, apparating them away before it can get its bearings and come back for them, again. 
another spell that seems to have been fired directly at theme explodes in the fireplace that he had been allowing die, and with a loud "fuck this!" DAMARIS is gone. he can't say he doesn't understand, but with a little bit more of an emotional investment in his tent - and temporary home - VIKTOR doesn't immediately follow suit. still crouched low, a hand held over the gushing wound on his arm, he rushes over to douse the fire. glass cracks underfoot. he succeeds, but his relief is short lived, quickly replaced by the cold rushing of blood in his veins when he hears a snapping of jaws from behind him. to his credit, he doesn't take the time to look it in the eye. turning on the spot, viktor disappears the instant before the wolf's body collided with his own - he can still smell their rotting breath when he lands a few miles away, in safety. 
"get OFF-" SEAMUS, an arm broken by a stray curse hanging awkwardly at his side, roars. he was almost free of it all. almost out of the danger zone entirely when he stumbles on the most horrifying of scenes - two bloodied figures, strangers to him in the moment, a lone werewolf stood tall and tearing into them. he rushes toward the danger without pausing to think about whether he even should, if they're even still alive, drawing the attention of the wolf. it turns quicker than he thinks possible, but seamus is quick, too - his powerful expulso fueled by pain and fear sends the wolf flying into the night, crashing over the roof of a car, and though he gives it half a breath before he runs towards the XU'S, it doesn't come back again. 
CHO, who had already lost sight of her friends before the campgrounds went full chaos, isn't exactly looking for them - she's just trying to get away, same as everyone else. when a wolf lunges from the darkness and sinks their teeth into a strangers leg, she screams as loudly as they do and turns all the way around, running full pelt in the opposite direction. it is sheer chance that she happens on the same path as MINETTE, more of the same that a glance over her shoulder to make sure she isn't being followed results in her running full force into the death eater holding the other under crucio. their concentration is broken when they fall with cho in a tangle of limbs, but in the scrambling that they both do away from one another, the masked figure is quicker. they slash downwards with their wand and pain erupts, stemming from a large wound opened in cho's chest. she falls to her knees and, realising how exposed they now are, the death eater turns heel and runs. 
ANDIE trips over a tent peg. it's as simple and as utterly damning as that. she trips and falls with a cry, her ankle throbbing, and marco goes down with her. she doesn't know how long she has, and she still isn't thinking straight. her mind is clouded by terror, ten times worse for the fact that when she tries to get back to her feet, her ankle protests so badly she knows there's no point. "marco, baby, you have to run," she sobs, tears streaming down both their cheeks, "go. please, marco, go-" unfortunately, it isn't her pleading that he listens to. the deep growl of the wolf still in pursuit sends him running, and despite her terror - and the white hot pain that blossoms suddenly from her leg - andie is relieved. 
"ginny?!" ARTHUR shouts as loud as he can, pushing his way in the opposite direction of the moving crowd, making his way slowly - but absolutely surely - towards where he knows she pitched her tent. his robes ripped at the knee and sporting a nasty cut over one eye, he's already seen some of the worst of what's happening here but his main priority, as always, is his daughter. he's close enough, now, to spot a flash of red through the crowd. flames, he realises. flames, licking the sky. his heart feels like its going to burst out of his chest as he pushes through the final wall of people between him and his destination and he comes face to face with the stuff of nightmares. "ginny!" his voice cracks with the force of her name, and arthur doesn't hesitate - he charges forward through the opening at the front of the tent, headfirst into the smoke and fire. 
meanwhile, on the opposite side of the campgrounds, MARY collides with her daughter. she wraps her arms around her, protectively, and tugs her out of the still rushing crowd into a relatively safe pocket of calm at the edge of the beaten track, between two different stalls. CARA gives a terrified squeak and then relaxes - total trust in total chaos. "mum-" she cries, but mary knows better than most how little time they have in a situation as dire as this and has already ripped her wand from her shaking hand. "mum?" she asks, and mary holds her closer still with one arm, getting a feel for her wand with her other hand. "this is going to hurt," she tells her, solemnly, and then for the first time in twenty five years, mary apparates. for what it's worth, she's right. 
since the events of the derby, MARCO'S mother had tried to instill in him the idea that if he ever got lost like that again, he was to look for the nearest auror and stay with them until she came for him. terrified by what he's seen, tonight, he doesn't do it - but in a manner of speaking, he manages it all the same. it isn't an auror that finds him hunched down beneath the wooden counter of an abandoned food stall, but when MIKAELA finally inches her way into a clearing where once stood a now smoldering tent and comes face to face with ARTURO, she does so with the little boy held tightly in her arms.
"thank merlin-" she gasps, breaking into a short run to get to him faster without a single or second thought. he grabs onto them both, a desperate hug that lasts a few moments longer than is wise, in their current situation. 
"are you okay?" he asks, and though she gives a nod, he pulls her back and holds her at arms length anyways to check her and marco over, rambling all the while, "you haven't been hurt? where did you find him? you weren't bitten? the death eaters-" 
"we have to get out of here, right now-" 
"i know. you're right. we can apparate a few miles out, see if anyone's seen and-" there is a brief flash of red, bright as a flare, over his shoulder. arturo's eyes go blank and his body goes slack, stupefied from behind. she cries out as he loses balance, trying her hardest to keep him upright but finding herself entirely unable to support his weight with a quietly sobbing marco still held close to her. he falls and she adjusts the little boy, taking hold of him better with one arm so that she can raise her wand and defend herself against the death eater that targeted arturo, though instead-
a grey wolf, larger than any of the others that she caught a glimpse of in all of this chaos, stalks out of the shadows, one large paw after the other. intelligent, yellow eyes size her up. its lips peel back from its teeth in a vicious, warning growl, and mikaela is glad for the poor lighting - something viscous hangs from its canines, but if it's all over quick enough she'll never have to know exactly what.
"stay back," she tells it, aiming for bossy even as her palms sweat. she could run. she could apparate, even, risk the splinching just to get away - she'd probably make it, and better they're alive sans a finger or two than hold onto them all and be dead, but arturo… he decides everything for her. she holds her wand higher. "i don't want to hurt you," she says, trying to sound every bit as confident and as frightening as niko does when he puts voice to the horrid thoughts inside his head. 
the wolf steps forward again, unconvinced. marco buries his head further into the crook of her shoulder. 
"it's your last chance." 
it leans in. head low. hackles raised. a low grumble comes from deep within its chest. she's seen dogs like it, before, fighting in the street. she knows it's going to lunge, thinks it'll be faster than i can ever be, and then it DOES, and she shouts "avada-"
she knows it'll be close, too close to call, too close to know until one of them hits the ground-
the sickly green of a killing curse lands true, striking the wolf. it drops like a puppet whose strings have been cut into an unceremonious heap, crumpling to the floor as a man, not a beast. his unkempt silver hair is matted. his shrewd eyes unseeing. it wasn't mikaela's curse.
around her, dozens of figures pop into being. aurors and hit wix, the lot of them, hitting the ground running and rushing towards the chaos of elsewhere, their wands held high and at the ready. some of them slow down as they pass the body of the man, their eyes widening in recognition before they shake themselves from their shock and head off to get a hold of the situation. one girl falls to her knees beside arturo to cast the counterspell ; somehow she is able to manage relief when she sees his eyes, fluttering.
mikaela wraps her other arm back around marco, protectively, and turns to face her father. he keeps his wand held in his first when he closes the distance and performs an almost step by step imitation of her reunion from moments before - pulls her close, pushes her back, takes a good, long look at her, over her. 
she opens her mouth.
he cuts her off. "i told you."
ROUNDUP OF DAMAGES, INJURIES & FATALITIES :
by the time the aurors and general do gooders have everything under control, again, and the werewolves and death eaters have disappeared into the night, the campground is almost entirely levelled. anyone who didn't grab their belongings before they got out will likely not be able to find them, come morning, be it because their tent was burned to the ground or because the crowd stampeded over them. the death toll starts at ten, but climbs to thirty one as bodies are found and victims succumb to their injuries over the days that immediately follow. curiously, there are no deaths that can be attributed to the killing curse aside from that of FENRIR GREYBACK, who was killed by the minister of magic himself in defense of his daughter.
andie macnair is found by aurors and taken to st mungo's, quickly ; she was seriously injured and will need to spend a few days on a ward to fully recover. the bite to her leg was treated with dittany mixed with silver which has closed it, but she will be cursed with lycanthropy from this point onward.
antigone & ismene xu are in critical condition at st mungo's. if either survive, they will be cursed with lycanthropy.
arthur weasley had already suffered quite serious burns and smoke inhalation by the time he realised the tent was empty and passed out before he could get out - he would've burned to death had he not sent his patronus out and had it spotted by an auror, who dove in and dragged him out. he was taken from the scene and taken to st mungo's where he will need to spend several days, recovering.
arturo de la rosa suffered some minor injury but is mostly shook by the experience.
astoria greengrass suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.
cara macdonald was badly splinched when she was apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is mostly just shaken.
cho chang suffered serious injury from an unidentified curse that was thrown at her during the chaos and was taken to st mungo's from the scene, where she will have to spend at least the night having copious amounts of dittany applied to the gaping wound.
damaris vector is more shaken, than anything. they suffered a few minor scapes to their hands and knees, but apparated out before it could get any worse.
dudley dursley suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and is more shaken by the experience than anything else.
eliza fawley ( and her husband and son ) are shaken, but unscathed.
ginny weasley (and draco malfoy ) suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and are more shaken by the experience than anything else.
grace moody suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.
justin finch-fletchley suffered serious injury when he was crushed beneath the crowd and is taken from the scene to st mungo's, where he will have to spend several days to fully recover.
marcus flint apparated out immediately and is unscathed.
marietta edgecombe suffered some minor burns to her hands, but is mostly unscathed.
mary macdonald was badly splinched when she apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is also mostly just shaken.
mikaela karkaroff ( and marco macnair ) are badly shaken but mostly unscathed.
minette merrythought is badly shaken by her time beneath the cruciatus, but can be treated for shock on the scene. she's advised to have a stiff drink when she gets home, to further calm her nerves.
narcissa malfoy ( and her husband, plus a couple peacocks ) apparated out immediately and are unscathed.
oskar catchlove sprained his ankle in the chaos but can have this seen by an on site healer.
pansy parkinson suffered a minor concussion when she hit the ground, but is relatively unscathed. she's lucky that theo was there.
seamus finnigan broke his arm after he was hit by a stray curse, but has his choice ; he can take a shot of skele-gro on the scene and deal with it himself or seek treatment at st mungo's, where he will be fully observed overnight.
tempest clearwater has sustained minor burns, cuts and bruises from the stall that was collapsed on top of them ; they will need to spend a night in st mungo's to be properly treated.
theodore nott is miraculously unbitten but suffered serious cuts and bruising when he crashed into a wooden stall ; he will have to seek treatment in st mungo's and spend at least one night, for observation.
viktor krum was grazed by a ribboning curse and has suffered quite a serious injury to his upper arm. this can be taken care of with an administration of dittany by healers on scene.
OUT OF CHARACTER :
this marks the end of our charity quidditch game event ! no new event based starters should be posted from here on out, but you can feel free to continue any threads you began over the last few weeks and are welcome to transition to the aftermath.
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ogdencollegerp · 3 months
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Hello everyone and HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! With the end of the holiday season upon us, it also brings us to the end of the summer vacation for the Ogden students. Thanks to a vote for members, our plot drop to start off the 2023-2024 school year will be JANUARY 7TH. Check back in for more details as we get closer !!!
In addition, in the next few days, a summer task will be posted that I'm calling I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. The task will include a description of what the muses did over the summer, as well as requiring some....interesting questions to be answered that have to do their motives. AND..... (drumroll please)....... NEW SKELETONS !!! Stay tuned for a drop of two new or revamped skeletons that will be added for the new year.
As always, thank you so much to the amazing members who have allowed this RP to stick around for so long. I'm SO excited to start another year in the Ogden universe with y'all !!!
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aureliushq · 7 months
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hello, tags ! we are a hybrid tumblr / discord semi-appless canon and original character roleplay group set in a modern day alternate universe in the wizarding world ! we have a lovely group of very dedicated players, and we would love to welcome some new members into our aurelius family !
below the cut, you'll find our most wanted characters ( but feel free to join with whoever you're drawn to, we will happily welcome you with open arms! )
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fleur delacour (we have gabrielle! who is emily alyn lind fc, feel free to use any suitable fc for her sister)
younger twin potter brothers! (we have harry (maxence danet-fauvel fc), the middle child scarlet (ella purnell fc) and oli potter who is our youngest and is a twin, so we’d love his twin to come in!!! fc is felix mallard)
percy weasley (we have fred & george (josha stradowski fcs), ron (cameron monaghan fc), and ginny (abigail cowen fc), we’d love a percy! suggested fcs: harris dickinson, nick robinson, joe alwyn, louis hofmann, george mackay, callum turner, any suitable fc!)
dennis creevey (we have colin, fc must be suitable to be brothers with henrik holm fc)
parvati patil (we have padma!!! must be simone ashley fc)
dean thomas (we have harry, ron, seamus, and almost neville — we’d love to complete our gryffindorm squad!)
children of gideon or fabian prewett (we have most of the weasley kids so we’d love to bring in some cousins for them!)
child (or children) of remus lupin (we have children of james, peter and, remus, and we’d love more marauder squad children!!!)
child of regulus black (this would be very fun and spicy, esp since we are also looking for a child of sirius, so they’d be cousins!)
borgin child (we have a burke, now we need a borgin! see more info here)
astoria greengrass
daphne greengrass
theodore nott
millicent bulstrode
marcus flint
rolf scamander 
cho chang (change/alter name if taking)
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godsandmonstersrpg · 4 months
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Hi everyone!! I just wanted to hop onto the main today and make a little post saying thank you to all of our members past and present for being a part of this group and helping us make it to the major milestone of being open for one whole year!! That's right today is Gods and Monsters' 1 year mark of being open! A major, major milestone for any group! As of right now, the group at its 1st birthday is sitting at 20 members and 57 characters! We are seeing whole families get filled out, and tons of wonderful connections between our characters forming, something that at this major milestone could not make me happier!! We also have A LOT of fun things coming everyone's way! Including engagements, weddings, betrayals, more secret romances, and a MAJOR MAJOR plot update that is going to shake up our story! If any of this sounds interesting or fun to you, PLEASE send in an app as soon as possible! We would love to have you and any character you can think of! Again, thank you to everyone for helping us reach this major 1-year milestone, and here's to another year of writing over here at Gods and Monsters!
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fenrirswood-hq · 6 days
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Alright, application count should be up to date now, as are most - though hopefully all - of the pages! Acceptances will be posted throughout the day tomorrow afternoon (CET time), so if you would like to join Fenrir's Wood for its opening, come and send in your app.
We're a Supernatural City rp set in the fictional city of Fenrir's Wood in the United Kingdom.
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forgedunderfire · 2 years
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“I believe in lovin’ with your whole soul and destroying anything that wants to kill what you love. That’s it. That’s all there is.”
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survivorsfm · 3 months
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               our  main  has  a  new  desktop  theme !   the  change  isn’t  that  notorious  since  i  kept  the  color  palette  and  text  font,  but  it’s  there  and  i  like  it,  and  hope  all  of  you  like  it  too !   if  you  see  anything  not  working  or  you  find  anything’s  hard  to  read  or  find  for  you,  let  me  know  so  i  can  see  a  way  to  fix  it.   thank  you  for  your  attention,  mwah !
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fadetoblackhq · 7 months
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tomorrow marks two solid months of being open, pls excuse me while i squeal!! this is such a milestone, in this crazy world where rps don't last weeks much less months. this, my loves, is a very very big deal! i wish i could say i had something epic and awesome planned, but it kinda sneaked up on me? however! we do have an event planned for next weekend, which deets for will be going up this weekend! so come join and celebrate this milestone with us! we'd love to have you. <3
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unformula1 · 2 months
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love at midnight (MV33/MV1 x Reader)
love at midnight (MV33/MV1 x Reader)
valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: -1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: you and Max attend an event, not for long though. “They’re spending a lot of money on you Max” You comment, chuckling as you do so. Max cocks up an eyebrow and lets out a scoff before stringing together his words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: max verstappen x reader word count: 1329 a/n: i need fic ideas lol. send plz. masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I hate these, you know that.” Max whispers in your ear as you hold his hand and walk toward the room.
“C’mon! They’re celebrating you!” You roll your eyes and let out a soft sigh, “You can’t just no show!”
“Watch me.” Max taunts.
You playfully punch Max’s shoulder as both of you enter the room.
“Media’s going to be all over this…” He rolls his eyes, pulling you in closer.
Everyone is dressed in formal attire, suit and ties and all. They’re all holding wine glasses, making small talk with people around them. The sounds of glass clinking, laughter and swift footsteps by the servers are heard. 
The room is all decked out with tables and fancy tablecloth, soft jazz music playing in the background, a giant chandelier and the walls are plastered with fancy artwork or sculptures. 
“Just last for a few hours, then we can say I’m tired. Then we can go back.” You whisper to him.
He nods, acknowledging your gameplan. 
“Get ready for small talk.” You tell Max as both of you approach another couple. 
“Max!” The gentleman says, wrapping his arms around Max and pulling him in for a tight hug. You’re forced to let go of Max as he awkwardly returns the hug.
“You remember me?” The man says.
No. 
“Yes! Of course.” Max says, adding a small, pretty forced sounding, laugh.
“I’m so happy for you!” The man says, letting go of his presumed wife’s hands and firmly shaking Max’s hands.
The woman looks at you and flashes a polite smile and you return it. This is very uncomfortable, emphasis on very. She fiddles with her handbag as her presumed husband talks with Max. You tap your foot and look around the room as Max talks with the man.
“So, how are you doing?” The man continues. Max is clearly running out of things to say.
“I’m sorry.” You interject, “Max and I need to go get some drinks.” You smile at the man.
“Ah yes! Enjoy yourselves.” The man says and holds back onto his presumed wife’s hands and walks off.
“That was so much harder than it needed to be.” Max scoffs as you pull him away.
“What a douchebag.” You joke, pulling Max to the drinks section of the room.
The table is laid out with some of the fanciest tablecloths you have ever seen, it’s silky and smooth, but it’s pretty good quality too. You feel the tablecloth as Max pours himself a drink. 
“They’re spending a lot of money on you Max” You comment, chuckling as you do so.
Max cocks up an eyebrow and lets out a scoff before stringing together his words.
“I- uh, yea they do.” He replies, flushing slightly pink.
You raise an eyebrow and pour yourself a drink, holding onto it and walking off with Max.
“More small talk!” You point out. Max lets out a sigh and fakes a smile.
“Max!” Another man, who’s with a group of other men, says as he pulls Max in for an awkward hug.
Max lets out a lot of fake laughs in that conversation and even more awkward responses. He’s done this a million times yet he’s still so bad at it. While they talk, you swirl your drink around, taking sips here and there.
The men finally leave Max alone and he lets out a huge sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead. 
You laugh at his predicament, patting him on the back.
“Are you laughing at my suffering?” He asks, feigning offence.
“It’s pretty funny…” You chuckle, “and your fake laugh sounds hot.” 
“Really-” Max scoffs, “Because it really shouldn’t.” 
You pat him on the back and take another sip of your drink. 
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A painful hour passes and it’s nearing 11pm at this point. It’s getting tiring for both Max and you. You don’t know how many ‘oh I’m doing great’s you have left in you and how many more times you can awkwardly stand there as people make conversation with Max. 
If you were being honest, Max had it worse. His social battery was getting more and more drained by the minute; every conversation he had felt more and more dreadful. His fake laughs were becoming more and more painful to listen to and his brain felt like shutting down at any second.
He let out a very long sigh, followed by a longer groan. He rubbed his forehead and leaned onto you. You made a few unintelligible noises too.
After a while, you yawned as Max finished up another conversation. 
“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Max groans.
“Pretty long apparently.” You joke while adjusting your outfit for the one hundredth time.
He gives you a glance, “You are not funny.” 
You smile back at him and he returns a pretty weak one.
“Oh well!” You say, taking his drink and yours, placing them on a spare spot in the table before dragging Max away.
It catches him off guard and he takes a few seconds to process what you’re doing, looking back at the drinks as he walks off.
“What-” He says as you pull him.
“We’re leaving.” You say, politely smiling at the people you walk past.
Max pulls you in closer as he says goodbye to a few important people, using the ‘they’re tired’ excuse.
Both of you walk out the door and take a huge breath of fresh air, walking toward the car park. You open the door and get into the passenger's side. Max looks at you and lets out another groan.
“Really…” He says, dragging the word, “Can’t you drive?” 
He pouts adorably. You keep your cool and look back at him emotionlessly.
“Please…” He says, pouting more and dragging the words like a little child.
You fold.
You step out the passengers side, which earns you a small cheer from Max, who quickly gets into the seat before you change your mind. You get into the driver’s seat and start the car.
“Buckle up Maxie.” You say, “You’re the passenger princess now.”
He chuckles at your comment and turns on the radio.
You start the car and drive off toward your apartment. The ride is pretty long and eventually Max falls asleep in the seat. You’re tempted to do something funny to wake him up but you resist. 
Eventually the clock strikes midnight and the moon is bright in the dark sky. You drive on the nearly empty roads, the only lights still on being the streetlights. 
Max wakes up from his slumber and looks drowsily out the window, “We’re not home yet?” 
He whines and leans back into his chair.
“Stop complaining…” You smile and chuckle.
Sometimes Max can be assertive and dominant; then there are other times where he’s comparable to a child. He whines more and kicks his feet out.
“You’re adorable.” You comment which makes his face brighten up and he smiles widely at you.
He plants a kiss on your cheek and gives you a mischievous looking smile. You shake your head while a small smile escapes. 
His lips touch your cheek again and they’re ever so perfect. They make your cheeks feel amazing, it makes you feel on cloud nine. Just you and Max.
He takes advantage of the fact that you can’t do much back to him since you’re focused on driving and plants another kiss, this time closer to your neck.
Suddenly, you halt to a stop and pull over, which causes Max to get a little surprised. He glances in your direction as you lean over to kiss him on the forehead. He blushes red and looks away. 
Before he knows it, you plant another kiss on his cheek, then another on his neck. His face is burning and you know it. 
“Stop. I get it.” He whines.
“Do you not like it?” You pout at him.
“No- I love it.” He says.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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aurorabayrpg · 2 months
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Hello, anon from earlier! Would Salma Hayek work as an fc for the owner of Tejas Cantina? And, if not, do you or the members of the group have any alternative fc ideas?
oh yes absolutely!!! we love salma and would adore to have her on our dash in any capacity
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maytheoddshq · 13 days
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Mason Brick (he/him). 133rd Victor. D2 Escort. Twenty. Mitchell Hope.
Mason Brick is the son of Clayton and Paloma Brick, two very successful and respected business owners in District Two. Unfortunately, though, Mason was not brought into this world for good reasons. Even before he was born Mason had his entire life planned out for him. He would join the Career Academy as soon as he turned of age. Once he was ready to Volunteer for the Hunger Games, he would come out as reigning Victor, then he would help run the family business. One would think having their entire life planned out would make things more simple with no worry if things would turn out okay or not. But for Mason, it made things harder. He was the complete opposite of who his parents wanted him to be. They wanted strong, tough children who could be stern and leaders to whoever they were around. Mason on the other hand? He was more quiet and innocent. He hated to speak up and he was definitely more of a follower. His parents knew Mason was going to be an issue but they did all that they could to keep him on the correct path that they wanted. Even though he begged to get out the Academy, they kept him in.
Also to toughen Mason up, they were very cold when raising him, though they were that way with all of their children. If Mason had a nightmare and wanted to cuddle up with his mother to feel safe, she would send him back on his way to his own room to calm himself down. If he got hurt while playing outside and scrapped his knee up, his father would tell him to get over it and ‘walk it off’. When Mason was young and hated making the walk to school by himself, his parents refused to take him and made him walk on his own. Although his parents tried their best to make Mason tougher, they had failed. Mason had fought against it, wanting to keep his kindness and innocence.
Of course, Mason also had help. With two very loving older brothers, they did everything to help make the situation better. When Mason’s mother had sent him back to his room after his nightmare, Miller was outside the door waiting to walk him back to his bedroom and calm him down. When his father told him to walk his injury off, Smith was there to tell him funny jokes so that Mason could be distracted from the pain and laugh the tears away. And when Mason was meant to walk to school on his own, his brothers were there to walk with him. Miller and Smith were the one’s who kept Mason sane, for they were able to handle their cold and not-so-loving parents better than he was. And for that, Mason had always been appreciative of his brothers. The three Brick brothers had always been inseparable.
It wasn’t surprising to anyone who had met Mason that he wasn’t a big fan of the Hunger Games. Even though he was born in District Two and was supposed to be a major supporter of it, he had refused to show any interest in it. Which could also come off as ironic since Mason was one of the higher ranked Careers in the Career Academy. He was good with weapons, he was good at survival, and he was pretty quick at learning things.
In the middle of the 132nd Hunger Games, the District Two escort had an emergency and quickly left their position unfilled. Mason’s father was very close with the Capitol and heard the news almost immediately and an idea struck him. He had two sons doing nothing this summer so one of them had to be a perfect fit. Also because Miller was already there and it would get one of the younger, soon to volunteer, sons a closer look at the Games. Which, could also lead to them being more willing to Volunteer. His father had a hard time between picking Mason and Smith but ended up going with Mason for many reasons. Smith was very hard headed and was more difficult to persuade. Mason, on the other hand, could possibly be more open to the Games if he had a closer look at them, or that was what the father was hoping for anyway. So without even telling Mason, or the other brothers, Clayton had signed Mason up for the position. And of course, since Clayton was so highly respected, the Capitol didn’t even think twice about allowing Mason to become the District Two escort for the remainder of the 132nd Hunger Games. Then once it was over, Mason would return to District Two and continue training at the Academy. It all sounded so perfect to Clayton.
After returning home from his first Escorting job Mason immediately went back to his busy home life. Wake up early in the morning and go to the Career Academy. After a full day there he would go to Brick Industries and help out wherever he was needed as an assistant. And once he was released from there, he would go home and quickly eat some dinner, grab a shower and go straight to bed. Every single day was the same with not a moment of rest and Mason began to grow tired of it. Not only did he have no interest in becoming a Career, the Academy was becoming even more physically and mentally demanding. He even felt like things were getting worse since the rebellion had started.
So Mason decided that things needed to change. He was done going to the Academy and he was going to start living life the way he wanted to. His father had also been super busy with Miller and dealing with the rebellion, Mason figured he would never notice anyway.
For a week straight Mason skipped his classes at the Academy. Instead of going there he would hideout in the basement where he knew his father would hardly ever go down to. There he would finally find the time to study his books in hopes to eventually be a school teacher. He knew that many of the kids in his district didn’t care about school and were just excited about the Academy but Mason hoped to make a difference and help children enjoy learning about Academics.
Mason thought his plan had been going smoothly. His father had never mentioned anything about it so he figured he either didn’t know or didn’t care. That was until one day Mason was studying in his room and his father came home early from work. Mason was about to hide but his father came straight to his room and Mason knew he was in trouble. He must’ve known already that he was there. His father dragged him out of his room and down to the office where he began to yell at Mason. A trainer from the Academy had notified Mr. Clayton Brick that Mason hadn’t attended his classes in a week. Of course the trainer had given Mason the benefit of the doubt and asked Clayton if Mason had been sick. But Clayton knew better than that. Not only was he mad that Mason went against him, his father was embarrassed. Embarrassed that his son was caught skipping classes at the Academy. Mason apologized and told his father he would never skip his classes or disobey him again but his father wasn’t having it. He told Mason he was going to deal with the consequences of not listening to him.
Without a second thought, Clayton had made a few phone calls with his connections at the Academy. He told them that he felt Mason was ready to volunteer and of course he offered whatever he needed to persuade them.
That night, Mason was informed that he had to volunteer to be a tribute in the 133rd Hunger Games.
The 133rd Hunger Games was even worse than Mason had imagined it. Not because of the theme of the arena or because of the other tributes.. but because Smith, his older brother, decided to rebel and Volunteer along side Mason. Mason didn't know how to react, he had only wished he would wake up from whatever nightmare he was having. The two Brick Brothers in the arena meant only one was going to come out alive and Mason knew it couldn't be himself. There was no way he was going to live without his brother. The theme of the arena was a Modern Day city that soon became over ran with zombies. Mason made it through the arena by having zero enemies. Being allies with almost everyone was definitely difficult in ways but also made his time in the arena more manageable. Though things turned dark for Mason pretty quickly. Within the first couple days of the arena, Smith and Mason found themselves in a bad situation. The robotic bank tellers turned against the two brothers and attacked them. While Mason desperately searched for a way to stop this, Smith had other plans. He pushed Mason away and sacrificed himself so his brother could live. It was Smith's intentions all along, to make sure his younger brother had a chance. And now that he was given one he wasn't going to waste it. Even though a part of him died that day with his brother, he was going to win the Hunger Games. No matter what it had took.
After losing Smith, Mason fell into a dark hole mentally. He had a brief moment where he felt like giving up. That there was no longer a point to living.. He hid himself in a building where his 'bestie' Caspian had found him. Caspian, somehow, talked some sense into Mason and got him out of the dark hole helping him find the will to fight. After that, the two were pretty inseparable for the rest of the arena.
By the end of the arena, all of his allies were slowly dying, all due to the zombie virus. Mason ended up having to kill his two closest allies. River and Caspian. It wasn't easy and the only thing Mason could tell himself was he had no choice. It was all out of mercy. They were basically already dead anyway.. He still sees them in his dreams.
Mason was the reigning Victor of the 133rd Hunger Games with three kills under his belt and one less eye.
The 134th Hunger Games was off to the rough start. He was the newest Victor and mentor of Two's team. Though, with everything that he did, he felt he was doing it all wrong. He had many arguments with his close friends and his own brother.
With only a day or two of the Games left, Mason was pulled from being a mentor by his father. It was a family emergency and his father needed to have his sons home to deal with it. The Bricks had almost disappeared for the last six months, not seeing even his closest friends. Mason still refuses to speak on what happened but he is just happy to be back at this point.
Deciding the Mentor role wasn't for him, Mason is coming back as an Escort once again with a goal of being more helpful to not only his tributes but his team as well.
Strengths: Fast learner, Kind, Smart
Weakness: Innocent, Fearful, Anxious
PENNED BY: Haley
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MUGGLE METEOROLOGISTS MIGHT HAVE PREDICTED A LATE NIGHT DROP IN TEMPERATURE ACROSS THE COUNTRY, but nothing could have prepared the tiny population of carsington for the hopeless chill that descended on them in the earliest hours of the morning. most were, in a sense, lucky ; the ones who turned in a few hours before would shiver in their beds and find their dreams take a more sinister turn, but if they did manage to shake themselves awake, it wouldn't take long for sleep to reclaim them. it was the muggles awake past what was considered reasonable who would be most affected by what they couldn't see. it was these who would pull their dressing gowns closer when their breath came out in little clouds / who would take the chance to peek outside their curtains and watch the fog rolling in, see the unexpected frost that formed on the grass in their well tended gardens / who would find themselves preoccupied by thoughts of devastation that had no place in the comfort and the safety of their homes. in the morning, it would be an easily forgotten, freak weather incident that brought with it a village wide depression. for now… 
well, the dementors paid them all very little mind. they were only present to provide a cover to the masked and heavily robed figures that apparated into the town square, one by one - an added security measure, nothing more and nothing else, stationed along the path that these chosen death eaters took through the sleepy village. they did not turn their heads to watch them, as they went, but their presence led them all the way to the abandoned, stately home where their burning rings had told them they were to meet. 
floorboards creak underfoot as they make their way to the highest floor and a dreary attic space that was draped with dusty velvets and lit by dozens of taper candles, complete with the antique table and elegant backed chairs that they have come to know so well over their years of service. the location might have changed from meeting to meeting, over the years, but it is a familiar scene, save for the unexpected reappearance of an unmasked figure who stands loftily behind her throne, white knuckle gripping the back of it. her right hand man, rodolphus, returned to his place seated at her side. 
it's been two years since bellatrix deigned to appear at these meetings in person, but in all of that time, her presence has been felt as a suffocating weight, regardless. rodolphus has been her most trusted set of eyes and ears through it all, an ever willing mouthpiece putting voice to every thought and every instruction she's ever issued : a priest through which the lord's will is spoken. this arrangement has always been enough, until now. 
"it seems that in my absence," long documented, never discussed. her voice is clear as a bell, "some among you have dared to exaggerate your own importance."
nine individuals, their faces hidden from one another by the silver masks that mark them death eaters - not just any, but inner - exchange nervous glances from where they sit around the table. bellatrix's stormy gaze levels with the tenth, the one stood opposite her, face likewise hidden. her lip curls.
"sit," she tells him, a warning shot.
the room holds its breath, though the problem, perhaps, is that he doesn't.
"i am not a dog for you to call to heel, bellatrix," he replies, all silk.
and then, before their lady can say another word, antonin karkaroff commits the most cardinal of sins ; raising his hand to his face and pulling from it the mask that hid his features from view. he stands taller without it. shoulders back. chin held high. he is unafraid. his companions, the seated inner circle handpicked for their years of devoted service and unwavering loyalty, look down.
"if you were, we'd have already taken you out back," rodolphus murmurs dangerously from where he lounges, the pallid hand that his wife puts on his shoulder in that moment stopping him from saying any more. "you forget yourself, antonin," one of the mystery figures whispers like a prayer, a truth that goes ignored.
"my wolves were not for you to command," straight to the meat of it, she goes, her gaze unwavering. "and neither are my soldiers. you do not tell my death eaters where to go, what to do, when to die-"
"fenrir greyback was a rabid beast," he interjects, matter of fact. it isn't hearsay. they all knew it. "a loose cannon. untameable. he is no loss-"
"you had no right! you-" she snaps, but he doesn't stop there.
"i had every right. if i forget myself, then so do you. for two years, you have left rodolphus to oversee a crumbling regime while i, the minister of magic, have done more for introducing our best interests to the community and exerting control than you have since you took over. all you've done is chase meaningless relics and put your trust in a children's fairytale-"
"you insolent cunt-" rodolphus spits. he might've said more - might've risen from his chair, even - if bellatrix had not kept tight hold upon his shoulder while antonin charged ahead. 
"after the dark lord fell, you promised us power and yet, i am the one who's gotten the closest to delivering it. i'm a hero. i have the wizengamot eating out of the palm of my hand, and all i had to do was banish a few dementors with the flick of my wrist and serve them greyback's head on a platter. neither of which were difficult."
bellatrix, to her credit, remains a stoic. rodolphus' rage is an obvious thing. barely contained. he holds the edge of the table for good measure, but a muscle twitches in his jaw, fire reflected in his eyes. even the masked circle, a rapt audience, fidget in their chairs. they shift their weight uneasily and look between them both from beneath their eyelashes, unable to tear their gaze away. she, in sharp contrast, is unreadable. one hand remains visible, where it lays. the other - hidden by the back of her chair - wraps tightly around her wand.
the tense silence that follows his words stretches for so long that it becomes downright uncomfortable. and then, with an admirable simplicity, antonin speaks his truth into the world - long felt, never discussed. "you're done, bellatrix. we have no need of you, anymore."
she lifts her chin - an almost imperceptible movement, an almost betrayal of the raging storm inside. she works her jaw for one, long moment, and her voice is ice when she replies, holding tight to the illusion of her power, here : "with all due respect, you do nothing without my say." 
antonin, unmoved, continues to speak plain : "since when?" 
if it were not for rodolphus and one of the figures sat at antonin's side moving in the same instant that she did, antonin karkaroff's coup would have ended there with her fingernails at his throat. bellatrix, her expression finally splintering into an unfathomable rage, is little more than a blur when she lunges, her wand forgotten. her husband has to be faster and is hard pressed to pull her back, forced to wrap his entire arm around her waist to tear her from her path. the other figure, hidden behind their mask, is ultimately unneeded in a protective capacity but stands in front of antonin anyway… though he is unaffected by her outburst. the others, most of who jumped / pushed their chairs back / even went so far as to stand, also, and move a few steps away, are unsure what to do. 
the most surprising thing, of course, wasn't the explosion of her anger. it wasn't the need for intervention or the way that the feral fight goes out of her body the moment that both of her feet are put back on the ground. it's not that she gives up without her taste of blood, though when antonin's lips quirk upwards in a quietly satisfied smirk, she would be forgiven for going for seconds.
it's just how the ragged silence that falls over the room is broken, as bellatrix begins to laugh.
"you'll see," she says around a chuckle, dark eyes manic, "oh, you'll all see." 
it's how she keeps laughing until it leaves her system, encircled by her husbands arms. 
it's how her sobered declaration of, "and it'll be much too late, when you do," hangs in the air around them.
and it's, how despite everything, when rodolphus leads her towards the door - a stalwart protector recognising when best to fight and when better to live to fight another day - and a masked figure steps protectively in front of antonin again, she manages a smile for him. their protection is unneeded. she leans in as she passes by, teeth bared, voice low, but her words are for him alone.
"don't get too comfortable. minister." 
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