Current obessions include Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley, and Ernie Macmillan Pfp and background of Percy Weasley and Victoria Macmillan. Pfp by @substellaris, background by @elkingwriter
My last introduction post is like a year old, so here we go.
AmethystandEmma’s Intro
Hi everyone! I’m Emma. I’m 21 years old, autistic, and a Christian. Plus a bunch of other stuff, but those are my main three things.
My username is AmethystandEmma because Amethyst, Princess of Gemworld is one of my favorite superheroes!
I’ve been writing fics since sixth grade, so about eight years now? I’ve recently gotten into drawing as well.
My main fandoms are currently DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Harry Potter, Hogwarts Legacy, and Fantastic Beasts (I do not support JKR). They are subject to change though, so keep that in mind.
I’m fine with minors being on here. I remember how lonely I felt without fandoms. It’s important to be able to connect. Any NSFW stuff will be flagged as such with a cut.
It literally makes my day when people comment on my stuff or share it. If you have any questions or just wanna chat, give me a DM or ask!
Glasswood blog: @glasswoodonthebrain
Perctoria blog: @i-t-s-y-o-u-r-m-o-v-e
Spam account: @emma-reblogs-stuff
Sideblog for Dark Universe: @darkmoor-by-daylight
Sideblog for Hogwarts Mystery: @goldiethenifflerofficial
Sideblog for Hogwarts Legacy: @moonstonesandemma
Character ask blogs: @yesimradiant and @goldengirlvic
Remembering that time I was playing with Percy and Victoria in the sims and had the woohoo, only for them to not go into Victoria’s bed and instead do it in Ernie’s
Remembering that time I was playing with Percy and Victoria in the sims and had the woohoo, only for them to not go into Victoria’s bed and instead do it in Ernie’s
When Corona Malfoy woke up much earlier than should be allowed, thank you very much. Why must classes be so early in the morning? Would the school fall apart if they pushed back their schedule by an hour? Maybe two?
She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a small groan. Her father would be hearing about this.
Her vision was blurry, blurrier than usual, and she didn’t notice the cake at the foot of her bed until she almost stepped on it. Though, calling it “cake” was a generous use of the word.
Corona peered closer, looking at how the cake itself was at an odd angle and frosting was anything but smoothly applied to it. On the top, written in messy cursive, were the words “Happy birthday Covid!”
The Slytherin picked up the note written by the same hand next to it, holding it close to her face so she could read in the dim light.
Corona,
Your brother made a big deal of his birthday coming up. A bit obnoxious if I’m being honest. Of course, he didn’t mention you, which was just really silly of him. You are twins after all.
Neville helped me bake the cake. I think we did a swell job. :)
Happy birthday to you
Janice Euphoric
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @butternutt613’S DUSTY GIRL COVID 🗣️🗣️🗣️
BABY'S FIRST SMUT! Never thought I would get here lowkey. Like. Smut is such an intimidating thing for me, so this was a HUGE step out of my comfort zone, but I'm glad I pushed through! I started writing this in May of 2025, so it has been cooking for A WHILE. (Also the fact that this is the first thing I’m posting in 2026 is so funny to me)
Huge shoutout to my friends @butternutt613, @sapphirethorne, @elisalsaa, @unclegirl, @sweetsugarbee123, @sailoraquila, and the deactivated @/whalesongsblog for beta reading! I am super thankful to all of you for helping me out and being my cheerleaders!
Eljay and Athena (who are mentioned once each) belong to @gilded-blue-snake. Save Eljay. Please.
It had been three days since Victoria Macmillan had been to her flat, but to her, it felt as if years had passed.
The last time she had been inside, her whole world was threatened by Voldemort. The fear that he would destroy everything and everyone she cared about never ceased to weigh her down.
And then, in just one day, he was gone. For good this time. There would be no coming back, no chance of him ever threatening her family and friends again. A huge weight was off her shoulders.
But that wasn’t why she was happier than she had been in years.
“You really don’t need to carry me,” Victoria protested, crossing her arms over her chest and attempting to force her lips into a pout.
Percy Weasley tightened his hold on her body, still carrying her like a bride. The corner of his mouth turned upward at her pathetic attempt to show disdain. “Athena said you need to rest that back of yours. Who am I to disagree with a healer’s instructions?”
He was back. He was real.
Percy still loved her as much as he did the day he gave her the promise ring in seventh year. He never stopped loving her, not for a moment.
Merlin, nothing was better than that.
Victoria moved out of his grasp and unlocked the front door with the key she kept behind a picture frame on the wall, stepping inside the dark flat. Everything was exactly how she left it, untouched and unchanged, even though the world outside of it was so different.
“You can come on—”
In seconds, Percy crossed the threshold and had Victoria in his arms again. He lifted her up off the ground, smiling when she burst out into a fit of giggles and squirmed against him.
“Percy!”
He chuckled as she tried to escape his grasp, holding her tighter against his chest. His lips softly moved against hers as he set her on the wooden hall table, one of his hands on either side of her.
“Looks like I caught you,” he mumbled against her lips, his tone taking a teasing edge.
“It would appear so.” Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him even closer. “And now that you caught me, what do you plan on doing?”
Her tone, which was teasing before, was now even softer.
Percy took a deep breath, his heart beating quickly against his chest. The urge to just kiss her senseless was a strong one.
And not just on the lips.
“Oh, Victoria.” Percy gently placed a hand on her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “I suppose I plan to do a lot with you.”
When they kissed again, there was an intensity that wasn’t there before. Victoria entangled her fingers in his red curls as he pulled on her lower lip with his teeth.
His lips trailed down her neck, sending a shiver throughout her body as he trailed lower and lower until he reached the edge of her sweater.
“We’re taking this to bed,” Percy murmured against her skin. “Now.”
His hands slipped beneath her thighs and he lifted her off the table with ease. Victoria pulled him into another deep, searing kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Eager, are we?” she murmured against his lips.
“I waited two years for this, Victoria. I’m not waiting another second.”
Percy pulled her into another kiss as he stumbled out of the entryway and through the living room. The only sounds in the flat came from their lips as they kissed over and over again and the faint sound of Green Day coming through the walls.
The music is what made Victoria draw away.
“Oh, sweet Merlin,” she murmured, looking towards the door on the right. “Eljay. They must have gotten home before us.”
Percy backed against the door to the master bedroom, fumbling for the handle with one hand while holding her with the other. “Believe me, I think it’d be best for everyone if we ignore them.”
He kissed her again, losing his footing for a brief moment after shutting the door before collapsing on her bed. Victoria hesitated for only a moment before she found herself kissing him back once more, pressing him against the mattress.
She wasn’t really sure what it was that made her do it, maybe it was the small noise that came from his mouth, but her fingers trailed down to the buttons on his white shirt. Slowly, Victoria popped them open one by one. She placed her hand over his beating heart, feeling how fast it raced beneath her fingers.
“Vic—”
Victoria kissed Percy again, silencing him before he could say anything more. He grasped onto her sweater as if it was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
“Let me look at you,” she murmured against his lips.
She watched his chest rise and fall with every labored breath, the light from the dim lamp reflecting off his pale skin. His dark ginger curls looked as if they were on fire themselves with the way the light bounced off of them. Victoria pulled his shirt fully off, her movements almost reverent.
“Beautiful,” Victoria whispered.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
“I don’t see why we both can’t—”
Victoria sharply gasped as his cool fingers brushed against the skin on her back, right over her healing scars. A few pale pink flower buds sprouted in her hair, the petals looking almost translucent in the candlelight.
She helped him lift her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side of her bed. The cool air bit her exposed skin, but she barely felt it. Not with his gentle, nimble fingers unclasping her bra. Not with the heat increasingly growing between her legs.
“Perce—” Victoria let out a low moan as he softly kissed the underside of her breast. She grasped onto his red curls, feeling more flowers budding against her fingers.
As he rolled her to her side, continuing his ministrations, she moved her hand to the button of his trousers. Victoria gasped as his mouth enveloped her peak, seeing stars as his tongue worked on her.
The rest of their clothes came off, adding to the growing pile they couldn’t care less about. Victoria’s head fell backwards against the pillow as Percy thrust two of his fingers in and out of her core. She moaned, arching her hips against his hand.
“Am I hurting you?” Percy asked, shakily.
Victoria shook her head, not trusting herself to speak coherently. She pressed her forehead against his, needing to be as close to him as she physically could. Her lips pressed against the soft flesh of his neck, the saltiness of his sweat tasting better than she could have ever imagined.
His fingers stilled for a moment inside of her, a soft moan escaping from his reddened and bruised lips. She had kissed his neck countless times when they were together at Hogwarts, but never like this. Victoria softly bit down then soothed it with her tongue.
“Vic, I need—” Percy groaned again, shifting so she had a better angle “—I don’t think I can wait— damn it, that feels good— wait any longer. Can… can I…?”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence, Victoria understood perfectly. She nodded, another one of the pink flowers budding in her hair.
Percy tilted her chin up, his eyes dark with arousal. “I need you to say it.”
The sheer intensity of his gaze made her want to melt. Victoria swallowed, hard.
“Yes,” Victoria rasped.
His fingers felt heavenly, but the feeling of his cock slowly entering her folds felt divine. Victoria covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, silencing the moan that escaped from her lips. Tears prickled her eyes as her walls stretched, but the pleasure outweighed the pain.
Percy grabbed Victoria’s wrist, removing her hand from her face and pulling it above her head. His breathing was ragged from exertion as he held himself still, letting her adjust.
“I want to hear every noise that comes out of you,” he gasped.
Victoria entangled their fingers together, gripping onto his hand like it was a lifeline. “Every word, every gasp, is yours to hear.”
Percy kissed her shoulder, slowly starting to move inside of her. A low moan escaped from his lips, warming the skin with his breath.
From the ceiling, a cluster of pink flowers sprouted from nowhere. They began to blossom and petals began to fall like rain, covering everything below it.
Percy caught one of the smaller petals in his open hand as it floated down. He gently placed it against his lips, the softness feeling so good against his bruised skin.
“Magic,” he murmured, moving slowly and deliberately against her as more petals began to appear out of thin air. “Quite literally.”
Victoria panted beneath him, a sheen of sweat on her body. He dropped the flower and leaned down, capturing her lips and feeling every sound that came out of her in his throat. Percy groaned against her mouth as she wrapped her leg around his waist once more, pushing him even farther inside of her walls.
The headboard banged against the wall with every frantic thrust. London carried on outside obliviously as the two clung to each other in a way that was long overdue.
If I hadn’t forgotten it was pride month, I would have gotten Oliver commed in a “I love my bisexual wife” shirt while making out with Radiant or holding her up 🥀
I put the links before everything else because I'm going to ramble a bit below the cut lol
The Angel of Music Masterlist
Taglist (lmk if you wish to be added): @baby-snakey, @butternutt613, @elisalsaa, @heylorrain, @ladyofsappho, @light-of-the-room, @nerdygalsmustlive, @postsbycass, @ravenwind-75, @rosewoodcafe, @sapphirethorne, @stein0806, @sweetsugarbee123, @unclegirl
So. The only other longfic I had written within the past year has been on hold, stuck on chapter four for months now. The fact that I got to five chapters on this one and still have motivation to work on it is huge for me. It might not seem like that big of a deal, but it is to me.
Thank you all so, so much for your comments and your reactions. They keep me going in so many ways. I feel like crying right now as I type this because of how much y'all mean to me haha. Thank you all for your thoughts and for your love.
I put the links before everything else because I'm going to ramble a bit below the cut lol
The Angel of Music Masterlist
Taglist (lmk if you wish to be added): @baby-snakey, @butternutt613, @elisalsaa, @heylorrain, @ladyofsappho, @light-of-the-room, @nerdygalsmustlive, @postsbycass, @ravenwind-75, @rosewoodcafe, @sapphirethorne, @stein0806, @sweetsugarbee123, @unclegirl
So. The only other longfic I had written within the past year has been on hold, stuck on chapter four for months now. The fact that I got to five chapters on this one and still have motivation to work on it is huge for me. It might not seem like that big of a deal, but it is to me.
Thank you all so, so much for your comments and your reactions. They keep me going in so many ways. I feel like crying right now as I type this because of how much y'all mean to me haha. Thank you all for your thoughts and for your love.
