Queen of the Skies

✨ Disney Aesthetic;

                                   Emma Vanity - Jasmine

                      “I’m not a flower you can keep in your garden.                                    I need my family and friends. ”

He was acting purely on instinct as her hips bucked wildly between the wall and his body, taking his fingers inside her, riding him in such a way that his mind conjured images that made his cock uncomfortably hard inside his trousers. Her eyes, full of lust, held his as she tried desperately to catch her breath even as she lost it over and over again. Her hands shifted through his hair, fingers tightening around the strands the faster he moved his fingers inside her.

He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, knew she was close and watched, tongue still teasing her though his fingers were doing the majority of the work as her eyes clamped shut and she lost control. The sound she made was almost as wild as wolf howling on a full moon. Her grip tightened on his hair as she drenched his hand. He felt an immediate sense of pride that he had caused such a reaction in her and removed his fingers slowly so as not to hurt her, slipping them between his lips and sucking them clean.

As she moved to placed her leg back on the floor beside him and shift away, perhaps a little embarrassed, he chose not to look at her straight away. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wand and muttered a spell to clean them both up, before pushing to his feet, hearing his legs click faintly as they adjusted from one position to another. He stood in front of her, catching his breath as she did hers, both a little shocked by what had happened that their eyes didn’t meet until a moment later when he forced them too.

He placed his hand on the side of her face and brought her face to his. “You alright?” he asked, a little nervousness breaking into his voice for the first time since he had met her. Had he completely overstepped the line and fucked up? He was very aware that his cock was still throbbing in his trousers, making him uncomfortable, but he refused to leave or pay it any attention. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, when she didn’t seem to have an answer for his first question.

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

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     ★ A PART OF HER WAS immensely satisfied by the sudden attention the other girl gave her once she rattled off what she knew. It was amazing to watch people change their opinions about you as soon as you say something that’s of use to them. Selina knows that she’s proficient in her Quidditch knowledge - she wouldn’t be an ex-strategist if she wasn’t.

     “ I used to, ”   she smiles, albeit a little sadly.   “ More into strategy than actual playing. ”   She loved the logical aspect of it, she truly did, but nothing could beat the feeling of wind coursing through your hair as you speed towards a victory. There was an excitement to getting on a broom and flying meters about solid ground with nothing to prevent a fall but sheer skill. Selina ached for that feeling again.

     She moves her hand flippantly. “  Oh, nothing special, really. Creative non-fiction, if you can believe it - according to the author, the Muggle plague was nothing but a rumor created to psychologically trick sick people into thinking they were going to die so that they actually did. ”   Her eyes lock onto the outstretched arm and she moves her to shake it firmly.   “ Nice to meet you, Emma. ”   A true smile makes its way onto her mouth and Selina settles into a chair opposite the brunette.   “ I’m Selina. ”

"Strategy?” Her eyes narrowed slightly as the thought of this witch working for her competitors crossed her mind. “I don’t think I could ever give up playing.” A wistful smile played across her features as though she regretted being away from her broom for even a moment. It was far better than this stuffy old library, at any rate. “I’m actually one of the Casers for the Falmoth Falcons.” She explained in a practiced casual voice, lest she come off as too smug or self-centered. Emma could see that Selina, too, knew the thrill of playing Quidditch. At mention of the muggle plague, her eyes widened slightly as though to feign interest, as though she were slightly more intelligent about the subject than she truly was. Sadly, muggle affairs had never been one of her interests, and even if it had, her family never would have allowed it. “I see.” Her eyes glanced down for a moment. “That sounds like rubbish, if I’m being completely honest.” She smiled, a slight quirk coming to the left side of her mouth.

There was a time and place best for every occasion. When two friends - lovers - people wanted to reunite and be under public eye as they did so, an evening at Nox was the most suitable setting: a conclusion Gilderoy and Emma had mutually reached some time ago after their first visit. When the man arrived, he started towards the center of the room, ready to reserve a table if his date hadn’t done so already. “Emma,” He breathed with a smile at the sight of the woman, as glad to see her as he was to see the table she had chosen. “It’s been too long.” One corner of his lips twitched higher than the other in a slight smirk as her lips touched his cheek. “You’re looking ravishing yourself, as always.” He squeezed her waist before the embrace ended. “Have you ordered already?” He nodded at the glass in her hand as he made himself comfortable, afterwards picking up a menu in search of a dish that he hadn’t tried before. Considering how many times he and Emma had chosen to dine at Nox- however long ago the last time was- it was a near miracle that he could still find something new.

“I am,” He haughtily agreed, meeting her gaze over his menu. Purposefully, he kept himself busy with travelling and writing and a lot bit of self promotion. Then there were Aversio meetings and- ah, if only saving the world were an easy task. “I’m working on a book, just finished shooting a cover for Witch Weekly… You’ve been busy too, I know. I would have written to you to arrange something sooner, but I didn’t want to be a bother.” Gilderoy finished with a dramatic sigh, but could hardly feign insecurity for a moment before a smile invaded his features again. It required true effort to frown around Emma, though he likely wouldn’t put forth such effort even if he wanted to: A single glower could make a troubling impression on bystanders.

Upon deciding on a new dish to order, Gilderoy lowered his menu and set it aside to refocus on the woman across from him. “How have you been?” He asked, genuinely interested to hear about what was going on in her life at the moment. “I would have asked you here sooner- honest, but… I don’t know. I suppose I got the feeling that you had other things going on with other people. I figured I would wait for you to write first.”

Silver knives flashed and scraped against china plates, as pleasantries about the quality of the food were exchanged; empty comments released into the air, forgotten. Cressida’s hazel eyes glanced from her father to her uncle, casually observing them as they spoke. Nothing venomous. Yet. She turned her head to see if her cousin Emma was doing the same. So far, the two men were civil. Of course, the real conversation hadn’t started yet. That would wait until the plates were cleared, and Cece’s mother inquired after uncle Tiergan’s business enterprises. That was when Cece expected to make her escape.

Like most Purebloods, Ursula Nott {nee Vanity} was exceedingly proud of her bloodline. “You’ve no idea how many strong witches and wizards come from your mother’s side. It would astound you,” she said, countless times, to Cece and her siblings; much to their father’s ire. Cadmus Nott, also like most Purebloods, was of the distinct opinion that his family possessed the more distinguished heritage; although, he often knew better than to say so when mother’s dear brother was over for the family’s monthly dinner.

A baritone voice, clear and resonant, broke the absent chatter of the room. “Now Tiergan,” Cadmus said, in a practiced calm. “How’s business? Heard it was a bad month, that’s a shame.”

If one didn’t know Cadmus Nott very well, it would be difficult to sense his sarcasm, or to detect the hint of a smirk that lay behind his blue eyes. Which is why Cece was astounded that his father would play these games here, among his wife, family, and in-laws. Surely, this was not going to be the civilized family dinner that Ursula had sought.

Cece cast her eyes across the table at her cousin Emma, with an expression that read:

 “Wanna run?”

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Somehow she had managed to get coerced into another family dinner. The thought could not escape Emma’s mind as her fork toyed with the vegetables on her plate, eating just enough of her food so as to not insult anyone. It was delicious - her aunt and uncle had spared no expense, as per their usual - but simply being here was enough to kill her appetite. As much as she truly adored what little family she did have, the dramatics involved made the entire meal uncomfortable. Her career acted as an excuse every other month or so (sometimes twice in a row, if she was lucky) but she hadn’t been able to avoid it this time. Mostly she did her best to keep her head down and stay nearly invisible. No questions or comments on how inappropriate Quidditch was for a professional pure-blooded witch such as herself. Nothing on her love life, or lack there of (at least, as far as her family was concerned). Jut another smile and nod situation - which was exactly how she preferred it to be. That was, until she heard the sparring words that her uncle hurled at her father, seemingly pleasant enough though everyone immediately tensed up. It was a constant competition between the two men despite business being in differing arenas. Even though she knew from assisting him that her father’s business had been quite prosperous this past month, the mere words seemed to get under his skin. With as much poise and tact and his brother in law, Tiergan’s response came swiftly. “Your sources, once again, seem to be incorrect, Cadmus. It’s unfortunate to hear you’re surrounded by such...neglectful associates.” His quick, vicious grin met his stormy, blank eyes as he lifted another bite to his lips. It was then that she knew she had to make an escape and clearly her cousin was feeling the same. With an almost imperceptible nod, Emma wiped her face and softly cleared her throat. “Dinner was lovely, Aunt Ursula. Your tastes as impeccable as ever. May I retire to the gardens? I would love to see how your roses are coming along.” Her smile was sweet even as she began to stand, head bowing slightly. Brown eyes flickered toward Cece’s quickly before she headed for the doors, knowing the elder witch would not be far behind.

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The news of Evan’s wedding had come to a surprise. Narcissa felt as if as of late she had lost touch with the people she loved the most. Evan was like a brother to her, and she didn’t even know he was going to get married until the owl had arrived. Now she could not help but worry. A pureblood wedding in the middle of this war. Aversio had proven they were willing to go as far as attacking people in their beds, while they slept. So storming a wedding was sure not beyond them. Of course there were going to be security measures, but it was a shame that your wedding day was to be spent on high alert.

But the day was still far away, well not really that far away. And there was still work to do. Narcissa didn’t know Cassandra that well, and felt like offering any advice would be like intruding. Honestly if someone had asked her opinion, she wouldn’t have Cassandra as a first choice for Evan. But no one really got to have an opinion. And she would welcome her with open arms. For now her attention was focused on people who were already family to her. Emma and Alecto. Narcissa was happy they had agreed to go dress shopping with her. It had been so long since Narcissa had something to be excited about. 

❝Thank you for coming❞ Narcissa said with a big smile, Malfoy manor always felt too big. But with them here it felt warm, and it made Narcissa excited for the future. The girls in the room had clear ideas for their future, paths they wanted to follow. And while they might differ a bit from Narcissa’s, she could not be more proud. And she had decided, long ago, since they were children perhaps, that she was going to stand by them no matter what. They had been her chance at being the big sister, a chance to look out for someone, to protect someone. They were family. ❝Do we already have some ideas in mind?❞ she asked excited for her day with the girls.

Her voice was low, he could tell she was trying to catch her breath and had failed as soon as he sank to the floor in front of her. He felt her legs tremble on either side of him and smirked to himself when he heard her say that yes, she did trust him. He wanted her; he had wanted her for weeks, since their last meeting and he could still have her, without having to admit it to anyone - not that he wanted to hide her, but she was his secret, his desire. He could taste her as he had imagined, he could make her quiver and moan against him and as she told him she trusted him, he felt himself ache further for her.

He rested his head against her inner thigh, lapping his tongue over her clit, his free hand moving around from gripping her thigh to her arse, pulling her closer to him. The surprised “oh” sound that she gasped as his was on her once more, and her little whimpers, hardened his cock inside his trousers, making them uncomfortably tight. He wanted to hear more. Carefully, he slid another finger inside of her, pumping in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up speed as she squirmed.

“I want your cum on my tongue, Emma” he growled, as her head rested against the wall behind her and her legs parted further, with every stroke of tongue against her swollen nub. She tasted sweeter than anything he ever had before and he couldn’t stop himself from diving his face deeper into her dripping sex, thrusting his tongue harder over her clit. He added a third finger to the two digits already inside of her, pumping faster as his fingers dug into her skin.

He wanted her to cum hard for him. He wanted to be the only man running through her mind at night, haunting her dreams, her fantasies. The thought of her fingers on her own body made him harder and he emitted a low growl. He wanted to make sure that she never regretted having him pleasure her. He pushed down hard on the throbbing bud, sucking greedily. He looked up for a moment, catching her eyes with his own, seeing the look of desire on her face and he knew that once would never be enough. He would never have enough of this beautiful woman.