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Misinterpret II

A second part to my Sirius in Slytherin fic.
If you’d like to read part one.
Warning: slight NSFW


  • It had to be a secret
  • It just had to be
  • And Remus understood
  • Well at least he tried to understand
  • But it was hard when he was sitting across the Great Hall with his mates and he could see nothing in front of him but Sirius Black
  • His clean, crisp white dress shirt
  • The emerald and silver tie that brought out his eyes
  • His hair neatly knotted into a bun at the back of his head
  • A few stray black curls loosely framing his face
  • He didn’t want to stare
  • But looking at Sirius, just looking at him, brought him back to all those feelings
  • Brought him back to memories of the past few weeks
  • It made a shiver roll its way up his spine

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The Ellen Show: Chapter 5

A/N: Wishing you all a Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays. Hope you enjoy. :D

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“I think that one looks lovely.”

I looked up to Charlie, phone in hand as it rested under her chin.

“You think?” I said pulling up the slinky silvery gown. I glanced into the mirror again turning to the side letting the dress drop and brushing my hand along my body. “I don’t know.” I cringed slightly.

We had been trying on dresses for the premieres of the movie that began in London in two days.

London was a long low cut and very fitted emerald dress. Japan a short white frilly dress with strong shoulders. But L.A the most important of the premiers was falling short of something to wear.

Turning in the mirror again I looked at the dress, as I did I noticed one of the stylists in the back of the room moving a rack of dresses.

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anonymous asked:

What if Munakata had been the Green King and Hisui was the Blue King in charge of Scepter 4 (just imagine all those uniforms in shades of green!), but Hisui is still attached to the Slate as he is in canon but is more tyrannical with his power, like he controls the government and all. It's Munakata who wants to rebel against this system and make it so that the Slate is under control and used for good, not used to oppress others. LSW's in play, but Fushimi ends up in Jungle with Munakata?

Ooh, this is an interesting idea. Would Iwa-san still be with Hisui then or did he raise Munakata, I wonder? Like maybe Hisui awakens as Blue King and Iwafune instead of faking his death joins with Hisui to rebuild Habari Jin’s Scepter 4 in a way that he believes will benefit all. Iwafune figures that the reason the Kagutsu incident happened and so many people died is because Habari wasn’t able to pursue his ideals strongly enough, like his takeaway in this AU is that if only Habari had ruled with more of an iron fist then maybe he could have killed Kagutsu before his Sword fell. Hisui feels the same, like he thinks that a loose rule gains nothing and in fact now that he’s a part of the Slate, in a way, he wants to know more about it and how to control it. In this AU maybe Hisui succeeds in killing Kokujouji and he and Iwafune take over as guardians of the Slate, Iwafune relocates to Mihashira Tower and communicates constantly with Hisui who’s leading Scepter 4. In this AU Scepter 4 doesn’t just catch dangerous Strains too, like maybe Hisui and Iwafune are trying to uncover how the Slate really works and to this end all the Strain Scepter 4 catches get sent to Mihashira where a bunch of researchers do experiments on them to try and see how they got their powers and how the Slate does or doesn’t continue to influence them. Scepter 4 is much more militaristic and the Special Forces squad in this AU are like Hisui’s elite group of snipers and assassins that he uses to help keep anyone else from discovering the true secrets of what he and Iwafune are up to, the world at large still believes that Koukouji is alive and controlling the Slate and no one knows that it’s actually Iwafune stationed in Mihashira following Hisui’s orders. I’m thinking Hisui’s way of ruling would actually be more chaotic than orderly though, like he encourages a survival of the fittest type of hierarchy and has been known to reward those who try to defy him, winning their loyalty by acknowledging their pure strength, and even as he controls the Slate he’s constantly allowing power to leak out of it because the more Strains that are created the more fodder for his research, a temporary chaos that is an acceptable tradeoff in the pursuit of true order.

Jungle meanwhile is this underground group dedicated to restoring order through anarchy, like a lot of the missions Munakata sends out are acts of terrorism against the government (specifically intended to be aimed at Hisui and Iwafune, Munakata doesn’t know about Iwafune either but he has his suspicions about who exactly is in that tower). As King of Change, Munakata is very intent on changing the world to one where the people will be safe from Strains and rogue clansmen, he defies Hisui’s twisted order and wants to bring about a true revolution to the world no matter what he has to do in order to accomplish it. In LSW in this timeline say Hisui and Munakata both notice Fushimi and Hisui decides that he’s being wasted in Homra, Fushimi would do far better as an agent for Hisui’s true order. Maybe he uses the power of the Slate to see if he can interfere with the powers of other clansmen and that’s how he makes Fushimi hallucinate, Fushimi’s wandering alone in despair after accidentally attacking someone at Homra when Munakata intervenes before Hisui can snatch Fushimi up. Munakata tells Fushimi that if the world is no longer acceptable to him, what would Fushimi do in order to transform it. Fushimi’s all lost and confused but also intrigued, feeling out of place in Homra but also somehow repulsed by the idea of joining Scepter 4, and he can’t help but be tempted by the promise of gaining the ability to change, to be able to bend when before he could only break. I imagine in this AU Munakata just takes Fushimi underground and Fushimi doesn’t even get to say goodbye to Yata, Hisui maybe tries to cover the whole thing up by faking Fushimi’s murder at the hands of one of the Green clan’s terrorist attacks and Yata’s heartbroken, swearing that if they ever find that Green bastard he’s going to die. Yata is then shocked the day Jungle decides to launch their offensive on Mihashira with the goal of destroying the Slate all together, and as part of the plan Munakata sends Fushimi to capture Anna. Yata’s shocked to see the person he thought was dead show up on his doorstep as an enemy, Fushimi just laughs and shows Yata the burned and scarred area where his tattoo used to be, explaining that he’s already smashed the world and has no more interest in playing with broken pieces like Yata.

Contractual Obligations: 01

You’re a journalistic correspondent for your home country’s consulate building. You were to spend the next few months with the princes of seven different countries. However, when Prince Taehyung approaches you with an offer of marriage you don’t know if you can refuse. He wants out of an arranged marriage and you want the inside scoop. You aren’t sure as the marriage goes on, that Taehyung is truly the man you thought he was.  

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi. 

Word Count 3.1k 

You smoothed out the emerald silk of your dress. You took several deep breaths, one hand resting on your abdomen, and the other hand gently adjusting your hair. Was this appropriate? Was it too much? Too little? You weren’t entirely sure how you were supposed to look at the lavish parties.  You looked over yourself in the mirror completely second guessing yourself. You couldn’t do this, couldn’t go to this party and face them. The Crown Princes.

You weighed the pros and cons of not going. Pro: You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. Con: You would almost certainly lose your job as a journalistic correspondent for said crown. Which most certainly could not happen. Taking in a sharp breath, you shook your head and departed from the mirror, opening the door to your apartment and heading out to the town car sent for you. You lifted your dress over your ankles as to not let it touch the wet pavement, while the chauffeur held an umbrella over your head. You said thank you to hi, and he sent you a kind smile. He did not often get thanked for all he did. You put your seatbelt on and thought about what tonight would entail. You wondered if the Crown Princes would be wearing their traditional royal garments. The almost military style clothes adorned with the badges of their home countries. You more than ogled at them. There were seven of them how could you not?

           Prince Yoongi—who hailed from Trael; he was a bit aloof. Tended to almost look bored at these events. He liked to watch from the sidelines and when he was forced to engage in conversation typically only gave one word answers. His voice was gruff and the only time you had seen him crack a smile was when Prince Namjoon leaned in to lowly comment on something they had in common. Though, you never knew just what they were talking about.  His hair was a soft black color, his hands were large and he looked dashing in red which was his country’s color.

Speaking of Prince Namjoon, who was from Asmon, was a walking wrecking ball. He was clumsy but kind. He always stood by you during these events, sat by you at dinner. He was the one who was most familiar with the customs of your home country. He made you feel at ease. Namjoon was the closest thing to a brother you had. His hair was brown in color, he sported his country’s home colors of purple and gold very well. Namjoon spent a lot of time with Prince Jin.

Prince Jin, born in Pacila typically was the object of affections from the ladies of the court. Jin was the oldest prince and one of the most handsome. Though, he never seemed that interested in the court ladies’ advances or their sighs and swoons. He preferred to make others laugh, to sit with Namjoon and make jokes. His hair was a light brown color. Jin often sported tuxes and suits with splashes of pink. Subtly showcasing his country’s colors of white and pink. He tended to dote on the youngest prince.

The youngest Prince was Prince Jungkook. Jungkook was ruggedly handsome and was from Chaot, the smallest of the seven countries. He was a little immature, he liked to prank members of the court and he and Prince Jimin were the flirtiest of the seven princes. They always had a lady on their arm and a drink in their hands. Jungkook typically wore black when he had to represent his country, It made the chocolate brown of his hair look wonderful and it made the bright silver of his country’s color stand out.

Prince Jimin, looking at the crown prince of Fila you would have thought he was the youngest, with his dyed pink locks and soft cheeks. He loved to dance, he and Prince Hoseok were always out on the dance floor. Prince Jimin liked to tease you about staying off to the side when it came to dancing. You had always been nervous and he always allowed Prince Hoseok to step in to coerce you to dance. He looked strapping in baby blue bowties. Up until recently he had light blonde hair, but what made him color his hair pastel pink eluded you.

Prince Hoseok who hailed from the country of Glea—a fitting name for a country with his shining personality as crown prince never failed to make you laugh. Whether it be with silly dance moves; gesturing to you during a faster paced song or the coy jokes he made when he finally succeeded in dancing with you. He kept his hair a dark maroon color. He was generous and caring. He apparently was the next in line to be betrothed, though you weren’t sure if he cared or not. He typically sported gold accents on his suits.

Finally, we get to Prince Taehyung. Prince Taehyung was the sun itself. Tan skin, a warm smile, and honey brown hair. He was from Iasnye, and was second youngest and the most caring gentleman you had ever met. Taehyung didn’t care for the bureaucratic life of becoming a king. He much rather cared for the people, especially children. The number of times the young prince was caught playing with children versus making connections outside of the other Princes and yourself was astronomical. Taehyung sported the color of the seas of Iasnye, that clear azure blue when he did decide to dress for his country. To say that you had a slight crush on him was an understatement.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the town car pulled to a stop, the driver once again opening the door for you. Your view immediately landed on the people entering the large consulate mansion. Where the Princes currently resided. Taking a deep breath, you exited the car and you were pleased that the rain had stopped for now. You lifted your dress and walked up to consulate mansions stairs, your heart pounded in your chest. Once you entered you were enamored by the sheer amount of people here tonight. You looked around the room, hoping to spot a bar and when you did; the breath you had been holding whooshed out of you. Some liquid courage is what you needed right now.

You walked towards the bar, weaving past waiters and guests as the laughed boisterously. At one point, you heard the guffawing laugh of the Prime Minister of Glea, who had already clearly had too much to drink tonight. You made a mental note not to approach him. He tended to get handsy when he drank. You approached the bar and smiled at the bartender.

“I’ll have a glass of white wine please?” You asked and he nodded pulling a glass and pouring your drink for you. You turned to look at the rest of the party. To your left was the stage where a swing band was playing softly. God, everyone looked beautiful tonight. In the middle of the dance floor was Prince Jimin, who had on a lovely grey suit, his pink locks falling over his eyes as he dipped the woman he was dancing with. You took a sip from your drink and pulled your cell phone out of your clutch, checking to see if you had any messages from your boss Jeonghan.

“Miss Y/N, you really shouldn’t have your phone out here it’s not proper,” A low voice pointed out. “Is the party really that boring?” Your eyes flicked up to see Prince Namjoon, flustered you put your phone away and curtsied. He made a tutting noise.

“Sorry, Prince Namjoon.” He tutted again and you were confused.

“Y/N, what have I told you about being so formal with us? None of the other Princes like it when you do that.” Namjoon whined and you fought a giggle. However, he smiled at you and ordered a glass of red wine for himself.

“How are you Namjoon?” You asked, testing his name without formality. Namjoon shrugged his shoulders and watched the crowd with you.

“I’m fine, business as usual here at the consulate building.” Namjoon had passions outside of governing and he often felt the stress of doing both writing and governing too much sometimes.

“I see, why not go dancing and relieve some of the stress?” You suggested; he laughed loudly.

“Oh no, if you don’t have to dance then I most certainly don’t have to.”

“You’re a Prince, you have to dance.” You countered with a coy smile. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, I am walking destruction. Do you really want to see that on the dance floor?” He gestured over himself to prove his point and you laughed lightly.

“Hell yes.” You replied and put a hand over your mouth. Oh no! You were supposed to be professional. Namjoon tilted his head to the side at your expletive before laughing again.

“You know, that might have been the first time I have heard you curse.” Namjoon pointed out and he pondered it for a moment. “You should do that more often.” You gaped at the older male and sputtered. He took a sip from his wine glass and watched as Jimin detached himself from the woman he was dancing with, not before he whispered something in her ear to make her blush furiously. Jimin’s eyes scanned the room until he spotted you and Namjoon; a wide grin breaking over his face. Jimin immediately walked over and pulled you into a hug.

“Ah Y/N is here tonight!” Jimin exclaimed as he twirled your body around. You struggled to keep a grip on your wine glass as Jimin spun you about, worried about the contents of the glass getting all over his nicely tailored suit. You flushed and asked him to release you, only to hear a whine from the boy.

“Jimin, you’re going to suffocate her.” Namjoon warned, but you heard the laugh in his voice. Jimin let you go with a huff and smiled at you. He took your hands in his and looked up and down your body.

“You look amazing, green is your color.” Jimin praised and you felt another blush creep up your cheeks. It made the skin feel hot. Jimin pressed a kiss to your cheek, something he did every time you saw him. You tensed up and he let out another giggle. “You’re so uptight Y/N”

           “I am not!” You protested and set your wine glass down on the bar. You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted petulantly. Jimin shook his head.

           “Oh, prove to me you aren’t uptight.” He challenged and you waited for the same question he was bound to ask you. “Dance with me.” It was pretty standard of Jimin to tease you and then offer you to dance with him. With tried and true patience your replied with,

           “No, I’ll look silly dancing next to you.”

           “You’re going to refuse a Prince?” Jimin gasped and you rolled your eyes. He pouted cutely at you and you shook your head.

           “Yes, go find the girl you were dancing with earlier or better yet, find Jungkook.” Namjoon let out a long snicker at your response and Jimin looked at you agape. He feigned hurt and scurried away, seeing Prince Jungkook enter the room. You shook your head and let out a laugh. Namjoon looked at you and back at the crowd before he told you he had to depart. Namjoon would have preferred to keep your company all night. But, you understood that he was obligated to mingle with the rest of the people. You figured you should attempt to do your job, finding sources for articles and keeping up the guise that you actually had something of substance to write about.

           The night went on and you were seated by Prince Jin at dinner. You both shared some polite small talk between courses. But, mostly you observed. Watched each interaction the Princes had with officials and took small notes about what the officials were saying. You talked with Namjoon a lot and a bit with Prince Yoongi, though he seemed more interested in blending into the beige walls than making conversation. While speaking to Namjoon about your job you were interrupted by Prince Taehyung.

           Taehyung looked radiant tonight. His suit was a deep blue color and his hair was pulled back away from his forehead. He gave you his signature box smile. “Prince Namjoon, do you mind if I steal Miss Y/N for a dance?” He requested politely and Namjoon raised a brow puzzled. Never was Taehyung so formal to him. Also, it was a surprise to see him actually engaging with another adult. Namjoon looked to you and you looked to Taehyung before nodding meekly. Taehyung smiled at you again and took your hand, leading you onto the dancefloor.

           “You look very beautiful tonight.” Taehyung complimented and you flushed. His hand rested lightly on your waist and you held his shoulder swaying gently with him. Taehyung knew better than to try and pull you into a full waltz. You didn’t know how to dance.

           “Thank you, your highness.” You answered, your mouth was slightly dry and you felt as if your heart was going to explode from your chest. He nodded and didn’t protest your statement like he normally would. Taehyung was eerily quiet and that was unsettling for you. “Is everything alright?” You inquired after a minute.

           “Oh? You didn’t hear?” Taehyung sounded surprised as he looked down at you. You quirked an eyebrow. Hear what?

           “Obviously not.” You replied and a wave of worry went through you. Was he going back to Iasnye? You felt his grip on your waist tighten.

           “I am engaged to be married.” Taehyung answered solemnly. You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise exit your lips and you struggled to find a way to respond. Before you could answer the song abruptly ended and he detached himself from you. You wanted to stop him and ask what had happened. To inquire who he was getting married to and you thought this confession could be your big break as a writer. If you had the opportunity to cover a royal wedding! You could finally earn that promotion and get your name out there. You both clapped for the band and he walked you towards one of the balconies. You wondered if he was going to be talking to you about it. But, before you could inquire further the Prime Minister of Glea sauntered over, his rotund body separating you and Taehyung. If matters couldn’t get any worse your phone began to ring. You excused yourself outside and took the call, grateful the rain was gone.

           “Hello?” You asked as you picked up the phone.

           “Y/N!” The voice of Jeonghan, your boss spoke from the other line. “You need to come to the office.” You tilted your head to the side as he spoke, confused as to why the office needed you right this minute.
           “Sir, I’m currently at the consulate building working.” You replied.

           “I know, but we’re pulling the article.”

           “But sir,”

           “Y/N, your story has no traction, it’s a glorified fluff piece. You’re being reassigned.” You couldn’t believe this. You had been working on this story for two months. Did he understand how hard it was to get anything out of the princes? Did Jeonghan understand that it was damn near impossible to try and talk to them when the crown forbade the press for sitting in on governmental meetings? “I want you in the office tomorrow.” Then you heard the click and dial tone. You let out a frustrated groan and shoved your phone back into your clutch. You ran a hand through your hair, pulling the bobby pins out and you let it cascade over your shoulders.

           “Work trouble?” The deep baritone voice of Taehyung made you jump. You turned towards him and sighed.

           “Yeah, they’re pulling me from the article. I can no longer come to the consulate building.”

           “Why?” Taehyung asked eyes wide. He stepped towards you and put his hand comfortingly on your shoulder.

           “My story is not going anywhere, so they don’t want me writing it anymore. It needed a kick, something to gain readers.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. It was completely unfair. Taehyung looked at you and you could see the wheels in his head turning. You were at a loss as to what to do. You couldn’t believe this. Honestly, you couldn’t even think of a story that would get you the types of connections this one offered for you. Taehyung placed his hand on your chin and looked at you as if he had come up with the greatest idea in the world.

           “Marry Me.” He stated and you flinched back. Shocked. Marry him? Why?

           “What?” you croaked, throat dry and constricted. You needed a drink. A large stiff drink that would make you forget your name.

           “Marry me, you need a big story and I don’t want to marry the woman I am betrothed to.”

           “Prince Taehyung,” You began and he stopped you.

           “It would only be for a short amount of time, just until my father gets off my back. Think about it, if you marry me you can write the big story you want. If you’re crown princess of Isanye you get into all those government meetings.” He was determined to get you to say yes. You thought about it for a moment. It would be amazing for your career to do this. But, you had always thought you would marry for love.

           “I don’t know the first thing about being a princess!” You exclaimed. Taehyung looked at you beseechingly.

           “I can teach you, please think about it.” Taehyung held you close. You couldn’t breathe he was so close. “Please.”

           “Fine, I’ll marry you.” You had to put your career first. You had to. You didn’t want your whole world to implode and this was your golden ticket. You felt guilty, though, using him. Though Taehyung was planning on using you too. You couldn’t believe you were going to do this. Taehyung looked down at you and beamed. He kissed your forehead and pulled back.

           “You won’t regret this!”

           You hoped you didn’t.

On their fourth date, Draco wore a dress and makeup to meet Harry. They were a bit nervous, as they hadn’t really brought up being genderfluid with Harry yet. They were so angry, all the time, with having to do things the right way and for once they just wanted to come out and have someone accept it without question.

So, they stood at the door, and as Harry’s door started to open they panicked a little. Harry looked at Draco, their emerald dress, and gold eyeliner, and he was definitely surprised.

Panic swelled in Draco, “I’m sorry-”

“You look beautiful Draco,” Harry said, eyes sweeping appreciatively across Draco’s bare shoulders and down their frame. “…If Draco is okay?”

“Draco is fine, so is they and them..” Harry nodded, “Do you hate it?” Draco could tell that Harry really liked their look, but he wanted to know what Harry was thinking.

Harry suddenly pulled on Draco’s hand, tugging them forward, “I love it.”

Harry was leaning in for a kiss, and Draco pushed him back. “Not yet! I don’t want to mess up my makeup before we even go out.”

Harry laughed to himself, “Well, I’ll grab my coat then”


etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2016 | 6.15.16

theme: autumnal/winery wedding finds
bridesmaid options by blushfashion

i keep returning to blushfashion for new and continued wedding collection inspiration — their bridesmaid styles are super-versatile and come in many cuts and fabrics. love these winery-inspired colors.


Café Society (2016) - one of the socialites at the Tropique night club is wearing a green emerald satin dress from Elsa Schiaparelli spring 2015 couture collection. The long-sleeved dress is decorated by a “necklace” of diamanté stars; two black hands “hold” the necklace on the back of the dress. From the deep slit on the back we can get a glimpse of the hot pink lining, a trademark of the Parisian fashion house.

This dress was originally designed by Marco Zanini.