{ d o m i n a t e ; }

❝hurricanes screaming in your lungs,           there's a storm coming tonight.❞           Ｄｏｍ               Ｇｅｎｅｖｉｅｖｅ                    Ｗｅａｓｌｅｙ ѕιχтєєη. ѕℓутнєяιη. яєвєℓ.

[ahnkane-blog]

"You’re being smug," he notes, the smirk ever evidently painted on her face. He’d seen it too many times throughout the span of their friendship not to know and recognise it. "Stop that." He points at her to emphasise his point. He hates that no matter how he tries to be intimidating, she never seems to react to it as he would like her to and it was truly frustrating for him at times. One thing was for sure, Dominique Weasley was a Slytherin he never expected to get close to. “I didn’t deny my possession of this particular trait,” he informs her. 

He feels her toe slowly sliding up his leg and he’s cussing inwardly, although he doesn’t show it because if this was a game she wanted to keep playing, he would fight with her till the end. Instead, he smiles sweetly at her, turning his body to face her so that her foot would lose contact with his leg. “If poking at it is part of my personality, I couldn’t possibly change who I am. Be true to who you are, and all that. Or would you like me to be a delightful flower boy?”

"Selling my company out," he corrects. "I can be pleasant company if I want to be. But thank you, oh, you kind lady. For that I won’t be charging you for the advantage you took of me and my body just a while ago." She teases him, he teases her back.

[dominatingweasley]

"The sky is blue," she returns in a matter-of-fact tone. Her smirk was a near constant presence on her face, and he knew that just as well as she did. "Aren't we past that stage where you think you can tell me what to do with the expectation of my complying?" Dom asks, smirk curling more pronounced, as an act of defiance against his words. In addition, because it's Dom and that is reason enough to go farther, she snatches the finger he points in her cool-fingered grasp and throws her head back, laughing. "Point is rude, Ahn," she adds, her smile polite and a devilish wickedness in her eyes.

She nods approval at his words though. "Denial wouldn't be a good look on you," she says boldly. Her smirk melts slowly into an almost child-like grin, victorious, when she catches the look in his eyes when her toe slides against his legs. She inwardly commends him for not losing composure though, she really does, and she can't be arsed to help the roar of laughter that resounds in response to the feigned sweet smile on his face. Her gaze meeting his head on, Dom traps one of his ankles between both of hers, winking at him just to tease.

Her smile is genuine as her bright-green painted fingernails drum on the wood of the table. "Semantics," she waves it off with an air of impatience. "Pleasant when you want to be, and entertaining when you don't. You're so very welcome, sweet sir. But I am horrified at your implying that I impugned on your virture--" Yet her expression was not one of horror, just bright amusement. "Trust me, if I was taking advantage of your body, you would definitely know it. Everyone in the library would." Her words were blunt as the tip of a dagger, and she was taking her sweet, possibly sadistic -- as Ahn suggested -- time about trailing it against his pale skin. Metaphorically, of course.

For now.

[rpsentencestarters]

Send me, "So... you wanna make out?" to see how my muse reacts.

[ahnkane-blog]

"No need." Curt in his tone, he puts a hand out, hopefully stopping her from cooking up any undoubtedly nefarious plans that might be lurking in her brain. And he sighs, because in doing so, he lost his train of thought and momentum and was in a temporary loss over the next sentence that he was going to pen (or quill) down. He skims through the contents of his essay again. "Of course, kindness. That thing you have in spades. What’s the dictionary definition of it again? Noun: The quality of antagonising one’s friends and enjoying it? You sadistic child.”

"Absolutely, watch out world," he snorts and says drily. "Nah, I’m telling you this so you can spread the word and help establish a clientele for me. Shagmaster Kane and all. Escorting: a possible career path." Dry humour pierces through each word.

[dominatingweasley]

Her smirk is immediately redirected to the hand he puts out, thinking it laughable that he would even think that it would be enough to stop her from the roll she was on. Her eyes note that she made him lose his place, and she is definitely incredibly smug about it as she walks over and sits down in front of him, her ankle nudging his under the table now. "A trait you evidently share," Dom retorts with a beatific grin. "The only part you are wrong about is 'child'," she informs Ahn, her toe slyly sliding against the sliver of sock-clad skin between the top of his shoe and the end of his trousers. "One would think you would know not to poke the sleeping dragon that is my s a d i s m."

His dry humour has always been something she's been able to appreciate about him- share, even. It isn't something that makes her hesitate in the slightest. "Selling your body out, are you? I assume you have enough confidence to pull it off then, do you?" Dom quirks a brow at Ahn, leaning forward on her elbows. "I'll spread the word, though. Third floor lavatory should do nicely for a starting point. I bet I could even get ole Myrtle to help you advertise you potential." Every word was layered with mirth and teasing, her flint in her feline- green eyes representing as much, as did the turned up corners of her red-stained mouth.

[dominatingweasley]

You're warm

[ Shock: ] that was the primary emotion that Dom felt when he leaned against her. Pure, unadulterated s h o c k. {After all, it was almost an unspoken rule            that it was always Dom that initiated all physical                                                                                contact; almost always to get a rise out of Ahn, too.                                    It was usually to make him                                                                                                                           uncomfortable. }

                           This time, h o w e v e r, it was Dom that stiffened.

“Kane—?" she questioned, brows knitting into a frown. Yet, no matter the s h o c k she doesn’t pull away. No, never. Instead, she leaned. She leaned closer, head bent and eyelashes making dark crescents on her pale cheeks. They curled into each other, quietly, unquestioning.

                [ the only questioning was the siren in dom’s mind. and she ignored it. ]

She had a l w a y s known he was quite a bit bigger than her in size, even if her W I L D personality kept it from being as noticeable as is might have been otherwise. They played Quidditch together, in addition to the games she liked to play with his head, and she had been in close proximity with him often enough to know he towered over her- that he could e n v e l o p her with ease.                   It was different when she could feel him doing it, though.The sensation of Ahn’s breath on her skin, blowing out from where his cheek pressed to her halo of golden curls, was v e r y obvious to Dom; it was raising the hair on the back of her neck and almost sent a shiver licking up her spine… It was all because, suddenly, she as so much more [ a w a r e ] of him than she had ever been before. This was so, so new.    She didn’t pull away.            She fell into it without hesitation.

[carinarosier-blog]

Mourn Me.

   And there she is. Her body lying on the floor in what seems like peace, like she might be sleeping, with her hair carefully splayed out underneath her like a halo. Dominique looked beautiful. But she was dead. Her eyes were still open, staring at something above Carina’s head, or perhaps she was just staring at nothing, but it still broke her heart. Shattered into a m i l l i o n pieces.{once they had been laughing, but now one was c r y i n g, while the other, dead.} "No…" A small word held so much emotion      grief, pain, l o s s. A million questions sprung to her lips; how? What? Who?      Carina was going to kill whoever murdered her       her friend. Her shoulders started shaking with anguish, Carina’s blue eyes fixed on the dead body in front of her. “Oh, Dominique…” She whispered, tears spilling down her rosy cheeks, slowly sinking to her knees, the weight of grief too much to bear standing up. “I’m so sorry,” A hand darted out to squeeze Dominique’s hand, half hoping to get a squeeze back. I’m okay, Carina, just a silly little prank. But Merlin      Dominique’s hand was ice cold, all the life faded from her the moment she fell to the ground and never got back up. Dominique was so c o l d. (How can someone be that cold? Her mother was never that cold, neither was her father.) “I’m going to kill whoever did this to you, okay? I swear to Merlin     " [Carina didn’t know if she was going to be o k a y again.]

[dominatingweasley]

You're warm

They keep winding up like this; drunk and e n t a n g l e d, not wanting to talk and yet needing { companionship }. Dom only protested the first time, and then she w o r d l e s s l y fell into the warmth of Carina's embrace.     Now, when Carina falls into bed next to her, Dom just adjusts accordingly, instinctively contorting to fit Carina in with her on her bed. Not like puzzle-pieces, but like play-dough. "That kind of day, huh?" Dom murmurs into the silence between them, hooking her ankle with Carina's.Carina's answer is to offer the bottle of Firewhiskey in her clutches and shoot Dom a small smile. Dom nods, and takes a swig, and they remain closecloseclose.                          [ Neither is A L O N E. ]

[dominatingweasley]

You're warm.

This isn't them; Dom and Teddy laugh when they are together. Wild, carefree, e a s y. Teddy wandering to her spot on the Astronomy Tower looking absolutely b r o k e n isn't them, it isn't h i m. But she doesn't push him away when he curls into her, just holds him to her.                         [ Are you okay? ] she thinks, but does not ask.She just slings a leg across both of his, just wrapping herself all around him like a { s h i e l d } against whatever pain is feasting on his golden soul. Her mouth presses to his temple, placing a kiss that is so g e n t l e that it is astonishing coming from her. ❝'M here,❞ her words ghost over his cheek before she tucks her head into the crook of his shoulder.                       She doesn't let go.

[dominatingweasley]

you're warm

Dom can’t really sleep; after all, insomnia seems to be a b i t c h that she can’t shake. She just looks at the ceiling, dark and shadowed without the lights on. The Slytherin dormitories are different from others; sometimes, often, you can h e a r the lake.What Dom hears however, is footsteps. So many times, Fleur had teased Dom for her bat-like hearing, but it was undeniably useful. It ensured a warning when someone was approaching.

Her blonde head pokes out from between the emerald hangings around her four-poster. Her eyebrows involuntarily arching when her green-eyed gaze fell on one petite Clarabel Moreau.                                          ❝—-Bells?❞

The tear stains on the brunette’s cheeks are a giveaway that something is wrong. Dom, however, doesn’t comment on it. She just pulls the hangings to the side and pulls her duvet back to reveal an a w a i t i n g  s p o t for her.  ❝Come on, then,❞ she offers, a corner of her bruised pink mouth quirked up.She doesn’t comment on the way Clarabel trembles slightly when Dom pulls the duvet on both of them, w a r m t h enveloping them in a forgiving embrace, just as Clara turns into Dom’s. The blonde-haired Slytherin presses her cheek to the top of Clarabel’s head, shutting her eyes.    [ You’ll be okay. ] lingers in the air.                       It doesn’t need to be s a i d.

[ofduffers-blog]

"Did you take proper notes during Potions or did you make crappy, not-much-use ones?"

[dominatingweasley]

"My notes are impeccably done, excuse you," Dom says, kicking at Elliot's ankle with a laugh.

[ask-jeff-and-liu]

Send "you're warm" to see my muse's reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them!

[rogerlilyrp-blog]

Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

[carinarosier-blog]

Unless you’re here to drink, I’m not interested.

[dominatingweasley]

Dom sighs and falls onto Carina's bed, holding a hand out. "A drink sounds nice."

[lupinxus]

Shag Me [yes, I am cackling.]

{ in which lexi graces you all with smut; under the read more, of course }

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[vicsweasley-deactivated20150613]

One day, Vic vowed to herself, she would have a free period where she didn’t have to do any work. Sadly, today was not that day, and it was with a heavy heart and a heavy bag that she made her way to the library, daydreaming about taking a nap. Just as she was turning a corner, however, she was distracted by a familiar blonde head, and decided to kill some time by speaking to her sister. As she got nearer, she noticed the dark look on her face, and suddenly became concerned. “Why the long face, Dom?” she asked as soon as she was within earshot.

[dominatingweasley]

Upon hearing her sister's familiar voice, Dom turns around to face her. Part of her is pleading for Vic to please, for fuck's sake, not lecture her about ditching class in the middle. But another part of her wants Vic to push her to snap- wants to blow up and take her frustration out on someone. She tries to reign it in as she shrugs at Victoire though. "It's more annoyed than long, Vic," she says.

[ahnkane-blog]

"I refuse to acknowledge that," he insists, turning back to his work as if he hadn’t heard her. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew that what she’d said might’ve possibly been the truth. Might have. Possibly. “I’ve thrown away those memories.” He blows at the quill that was being waved in his face.

"Absolutely," he affirms as he writes on his parchment before the answer escapes him. "First, insults, brutish charm, and at the first sight of attraction and consent, I drag victims by their hairs and have my barbaric way with them." He grins in her direction, a menacing gleam to it rather than a display of positive emotion. "Hm, nothing. Charms and I get along swimmingly."

[dominatingweasley]

"Only because you know it's true," Dom drawls easily, completely unbothered by the fact that Kane turned away. from her and went back to his work. "I'm impossible to forget, babe. Unless someone went ahead and obliviated you. And if that's the case, my condolences. I wouldn't mind refreshing your memory," she says sweetly, biting back a smirk. "All in the name of kindness, of course." They b o t h knew that whatever reason she was teasing him for, kindness was definitely not it.

She was glad it had an effect on him though, very much so. Probably an effect similar to the one that gleam in his eyes has on her then. Involuntarily, Dom catches herself grinning back at him. "Good to know you like it rough, then. I'm assuming you tell me this so I can make a note of it? Shagmaster Kane: a lady in the streets, and sexy in the sheets. How darling," she doesn't bother holding in her laugh. "Good for you and charms, though."

[dominatingweasley]

Fighting. Apparently, Rose and Lily had been fighting again. And the best part was, Dom found out about it from some quirky Ravenclaw in the lavatory as she smoked by the window. W o n d e r f u l, really. So great, that she was in an equally smashing mood as she decided to hell with Charms and didn't go back to class. Instead, she decided to walk around a little and hopefully find someone to hit.

[ahnkane-blog]

"I don’t do staring. I do glaring," he points out, almost compelled to feel the need to. He uses the end of his quill to point from his eyes to her general direction, almost like a highlighted route meant to emphasise a point. "Besides, seeing the expression of how one braves through swamps of bullshit is always amusing to the common observer."

[dominatingweasley]

Dom rolls her eyes at him now. "Come on, Kane, we both k n o w I get you doing things you don't usually do," she snickers, waving her own quill in his direction, too, just to annoy him. "Is this meant to be the start of some strange mating ritual?" she quirks an eyebrow at him, biting back another laugh. "You're very cruel to poor Charms. What did it ever do to you, heathen?" she asks.