#emma 001

[holland-mitchell]

@emmaridley

Holland made her way into Intelligentsia five minutes late, thanks to unrelenting L.A. traffic, and a shoot that had run an hour over. She was flustered, her jacket half off, her hair a mess, and Holland only stopped to fix any of it once she was safely inside, stalled as she tried to source out a familiar blonde head of hair. 

Holland got her jacket off, fixed her hair down into place. She sucked in a breath and glanced around, turning on the heel of her shoe until -- ah. There she was. Holland smiled, hurried over to meet the other woman. 

“Uhm, what the fuck?” Holland asked, grinning big, sitting herself down in the chair across from Emma. “Hi,” she said enthusiastically. “As I live and fucking breathe, Emma Ridley. Is that you?” Holland teased, as if she hadn’t sourced Emma out to meet up for a coffee days in advance. She turned to hook her purse over the back of her chair, then returned forward. “Sorry I’m late. Work ran long. Hi,” she said again, now that she was settled at the table. Holland let out a breath. “How are you? You look fucking beautiful. I’m sorry, just -- wow. You grew up good. Do you want a coffee? Tea?” Holland asked, always running a million miles a minute.

[demoniifae-blog]

@whiitequeens !!

Dainty hands wrapped around the tea cup, warmed by the heat and equally dainty lips curved into a smile and let out a hum at the pleasant feeling. With winter setting in Megan was beginning to want to curl up and hibernate; but with school still in full swing that wish was never going to come true. 

She looked up at her companion- former teacher, teammate, on going idol and fashion icon- and her smile turned into a fully fledged grin she knew always fondly infuriated the other woman.

“So, Emma. Been a while since our last catch up; anyone’d think y’didn’t want to go for tea with little ol’me” Megan winked.

[damonxblakewood]

Who: @emmajlin and Damon

Where: Her home

When: June 2026

"You got me out of the house, away from pouring over the last of my grades to submit," he sighed and then took a sip of the wine in front of him, "now what?" He asked as he looked at his one of his best friends, one who he had known for well over twenty years. He had tirelessly worked himself during yet another semester, thankful to have the summer off, to recuperate his mind and body. "Did you wanna go out or stay in? Or we could go out, pick up food and come back to stay i. I just have to make sure I feed and walk Apollo before I knock out for the night."

[lilyeliora-archive]

ended up here: closed for emma vanity

Lily was looking for Sirius. Really, Lily was looking for James, but where one could be found the other was often nearby. There was no urgency in her search, she was just bored, and more than a little lonely, puttering around her apartment on her day off. So she made her way to Remus and Sirius’ apartment, figuring that if she didn’t find the boys there at once, she could always wait and they would return there eventually.

She was a little disappointed when no one answered her knock at the door, but she wasn’t deterred. Lily had a key to most of her friends’ apartments, and Remus and Sirius’ had been one of the first she’d collected. So she let herself in and, after picking out one of Remus’ books to skim, settled onto the couch to wait. It was somehow less lonely being alone in Remus and Sirius’ apartment than in her own. There was a promise of company in the air, even though no one else was around. 

The promise was fulfilled sooner than Lily expected when she heard a knock at the door. For a moment she debated whether she should answer someone else’s door, but eventually she decided that she should at least tell whoever it was that neither Sirius nor Remus were in.The person at the door knocked a second time just as Lily was coming to a decision, solidifying her choice. “Just a mo’,” she called as she marked her place in her book. She opened the door to see none other than Emma Vanity, hand raised to knock a third time. 

“Hello Emma, Remus is out.” Lily didn’t bother to mention that Sirius wasn’t in either, she knew Remus was the only person Emma would be here to see.

@emma-whoisleft​

[gourmetsucre]

@gracefieldorphan​ // event!

“Are you planning on searching for eggs?” Shuu asks as he brushes his hair out of his face. What an odd little game this city has set up; he’s not going to complain about it, however. It’s an interesting way to spend his time, even if it seems a little foolish -- he’s never been one to turn down frivolities. “I’ve found one so far.”

[primaballerinazabini-blog]

Wild Things | E&V

“What about him,” purred Valerian, her hand on Emma’s thigh as she leaned in close to the younger witch’s ear and breathed the suggestion along her neck. With a bite of her bottom lip, she motioned Miss Vanity’s gaze down the bar to the man who was eyeing them hungrily. “He looks like he’ll bury his face between your legs and happily drown.” 

Val cackled then shook her head. “On second thought, someone more assertive might be better for you tonight. You seem rather tense, Em.” She brushed the soft dark brown strands of the witch’s hair over her shoulder then circled her fingers around her nape, her thumb caressing a line on the column of her neck. “Don’t fret, darling. We’ll find someone to fuck those worrisome thoughts right out of your pretty little head.”

It was a busy night in London’s Baglioni Hotel. Wealthy men in tailored suits and with expensive tastes were on the prowl at the luxurious watering hole. Bottle service and money flashing were the night’s biggest sporting event, as if the size of their bill was in direct relation with the size of their manhoods. Each was more determined than the last to prove how deep their pockets were and how long it meant their cocks hung. 

If they were determined to act like mentally deficient, suit wearing phalluses, Valerian thought it only right to take full advantage of their generosity. That she was out on the town with Emma Vanity only made the evening exponentially more entertaining. The pair of them together had men flocking for their attention, and she had always had such great fun showing the younger witch how to navigate the hormone charged waters. 

Emma was a gorgeous woman, athletic and intelligent. Her thriving quidditch career meant she was tougher than most, and her privileged upbringing made her versatile in social nuances. She was molding clay, ready to be sculpted, and Val was the visionary with time to spare on the fine art of seduction. 

In the past, she’d have been scouting the bar for her own entertainment. Since Amycus kept certain appetites sated, she didn’t feel any aching desire to lure sex crazed fools to their demise. Although that didn’t mean she didn’t still enjoy a bit of debauch fun. She could still peruse the meat market on Emma’s behest, and Merlin knew the girl could use some good, anonymous rutting right about now. Even if she didn’t know what was bothering the witch, Val knew from experience that there wasn’t a problem that sex couldn’t solve. 

Gathering her wine glass off of the bar, Valerian cast a sideways glance at the brunette beside her. Fingers twisted the stem, swirling the deep maroon contents in her cup. After a sip of her drink, she finally decided to ask, “Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you, or did would you rather I find a descent distraction instead?” The glass set down and she quirked an eyebrow at her gorgeous companion, hoping for the latter as the former would likely involve feelings and Val had never been any good with those. 

@em-amelievanity

[thehunteternal]

And so the Wolf Said to the Fox | E & F

@emmavanityxx

Leaning the back of his head on the brick wall behind him, Fenrir stared up at the darkening, late afternoon sky that wedged between the two buildings. Light only reached so far down before the building’s shadow ate away at it, leaving the alleyway in darkness. Smoke left his lungs and plumed toward that space between structures. The corner of his mouth twitched, it wouldn’t be long now. 

On the sidewalk in front of the alleyway he was hidden within, were passersby. Clueless civilians meandered the street, heading home from work or to wherever their meaningless lives took them. He didn’t spare them a glance. Not a single one of them was worth so much as an afterthought. Their only value was in the spine chilling sound of their screams. Luckily for them, tonight none of them were his quarry. 

The object of his current hunt was a little celebrity with a curiosity much too alluring for her own good. Emma Vanity was toying with things better left alone, and Fenrir had taken it upon himself to find out what it was she was after. It was the least he could do, for the cause and all.

She was an evasive little thing, always slipping away before he had a proper chance to corner her. Each time she managed to shirk him only managed to rile his interest. Little did she know the game she’d started, the hunt she’d set him on. Fenrir wanted to feel her slender neck inside his palm, his fingers wrapped tightly around it. He wanted to peer into her eyes as she realised who it was that finally had a hold of her. 

Ears twitched when he heard the sound of a confident stride. He smirked as he flicked his cigarette against the wall opposite his, embers sparking briefly as it ricocheted off of the brick and further into the alley. Slinking silently against the wall, he listened for the incoming steps and counted the paces. Once he knew she was close enough he reached out in a flash of movement and grabbed hold of a slender wrist.

A blur of dark hair was pulled into the alleyway. Fenrir pushed her slender frame into the brick wall. His strong and wide hand came down on her mouth before a single noise could be made, or a spell could said, and he stepped in close to the smaller woman. Fenrir lowered his face down to hers, turning his head to the side a bit as he searched her face, grinning. 

“Miss Vanity,” growled Fenrir, boorish smile still firmly in place. “I was hoping I’d bump into you and, look, here you are.”

Fenrir stood to his full height. He dropped his hand from her mouth, but didn’t move back to reallocate her personal space. Narrow eyes leered down at her. There was gravel in the bass of his voice when he spoke again, a dark and dangerous promise that made even his own blood tingle. “We need to talk.”