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succubusmelt · 9 months

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Ok, since my birthday is coming up, (I’m turning 19 on the 20th! :D) can we have a fanfic about all the yanderes like Jack/Joseph, Peter Dunbar, Alan Orion, and John Doe planning a surprise birthday for them? Like the MC had forgotten that their birthday is coming up so the yanderes plan out a small little surprise like a date at anyplace. It could be at a park, home, movie, theme park, restaurant, ANYWHERE!

Thank you!! Here’s some tea for you 😌☕️

Tk for the tea! :) and happy birthday~

SUNNYDAY JACK!

That morning, you awoke and began your daily routine as usual. You wandered into the kitchen half asleep, unaware that today was in fact your birthday.

Jack, the cheerful phantom clown who only you could see, had been planning a surprise for weeks. As you entered the kitchen, Jack jumped out from behind the counter shouting "Happy birthday!" while throwing confetti.

You looked at him confused. "It's not my birthday Jack."

Jack laughed. "Silly goose, of course it is! I've had this date marked for months."

You checked your phone and saw to your surprise that it was indeed your birthday. You had completely forgotten.

"Huh, would you look at that. I totally forgot it was my birthday today," you chuckled.

Jack beamed. "Well then, good thing I didn't forget! I've made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes and have a special birthday cupcake waiting."

You smiled at Jack's thoughtfulness. "Aww Jack, you didn't have to do all this."

"Nonsense!" said Jack. "Your birthday is important, we must celebrate!"

You sat down at the small kitchen table as Jack served you a stack of fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee.

Jack then brought over a lit candle stuck in a cupcake, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. You couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's enthusiastic yet slightly off-key singing.

You blew out the candle and made a wish. The two of you spent the morning chatting and laughing over breakfast.

You were grateful to have Jack to help make your birthday feel special in his own unique way.

"Thank you, Jack, you're the best person I could ask for today," you said sincerely.

Jack beamed. "Anything for you, sunshine!" he replied. "Now, how about some movies and maybe cuddle in the sofa?"

"Sounds perfect," you laughed.

JOHN DOE!

You awoke to the shrill beeping of your alarm, hitting snooze and rolling over with a groan. Just another day, or so you thought. Downstairs, John was already wide awake, a manic glint in his yellow eyes. Today was special - it was your birthday! And John wouldn't let you forget it, oh no. He had big plans to make this the best birthday ever, because the subject of birthdays has always seemed curious to him. So he probably spent a lot of time looking at them and analyzing them on TV.

This was going to be the perfect day! He giggled to himself as he troed to hung streamers and balloons all around the house. Into the kitchen next, whipping up a towering (burned) cake. He just loved, loved, loved crafts!

But something was missing…presents! John had searched far and wide for the perfect gifts, each one specially selected to make you smile. Something colorful and full of confetti, meaty and squishy covers most of the furniture in your house and seems to be something sticky. Anyone else would be grossed out, but you were used to it, and somehow it seemed… cute. Even Doe took it upon himself to put a bow on the slimy stuff.

Glancing at the clock, John realized you would be waking up soon. As he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he darkened the room and hid behind the sofa, barely able to contain his excitement.

"SURPRISE!" he shouted, leaping out with a flourish as you stepped into the living room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! I planned a whole party just for you!" You were stunned, having co

mpletely forgotten it was even your birthday. Taking in the decorations, the gross slime in your houses that John had prepared, you were overwhelmed by the effort. "I made this cake myself, 3 whole layers of chocolatey goodness, your favorite!" John exclaimed, wheeling out the mammoth confection. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he waved his arms with flourish like a gameshow host revealing a prize. Before you could even process this surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. He bounced on his toes and spoke a mile a minute, barely pausing for breath in his exhilaration.

"I just love, love, LOVE birthdays! The presents, the games, the candy, the fun! But most of all I love YOU!" He threw his wiry arms around you in an enthusiastic hug before darting off again.

Despite the shock of it all, you couldn't help but smile at his childlike joy and excitement to celebrate your birthday. No one had ever gone to such lengths for you before. As the day went on, John made sure you were having the time of your life. He even popped out of the massive cake, sending frosting flying everywhere, but laughing all the while.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!" he declared, licking buttercream off his fingers. You had to admit, it was pretty unforgettable. No one else would or could have done all this for you. Finally, the sugar crash was setting in. As the sun set outside, you and John snuggled up on the couch together, you nestled against his chest. He smiled down at you, his expression softening.

"Did you have a fun day?" he asked, twirling a lock of your hair idly around his slender finger. You nodded, still basking in the glow of the day's events. No matter what misadventures tomorrow might bring, you would always remember the time and love John put into this special day, just for you.

ALAN ORION!

You woke up like any other day, oblivious that this particular day marked another year of your life. As you went through your morning routine, there was no indication that today was special. No one called to wish you a happy birthday, no gifts waiting for you when you went downstairs. For you, it seemed like just another ordinary day.

But someone did remember. Hidden among the trees of the forest you often visited, Alan had been preparing. For weeks he had been planning something special, eager to celebrate your birthday in his own unique way.

The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had snuck into your home while you slept. Confirming the date in your calendar, he grinned in anticipation. You had no idea what he had in store for you. After watching you for a bit, he slipped back out and returned to the forest.

Today, Alan was up before the sun, too excited to sleep. He spent the early hours tidying up his little clearing in the woods, decorating it with wildflowers and vines. He prepared all your favorite foods, packing a basket with sweet treats to share. His gifts for you were handmade trinkets wrapped in simple brown paper and tied off with twine.

Alan could hardly wait for you to arrive. He paced around, checking and rechecking everything. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Finally deciding he was ready, he grabbed his axe and headed out to the woods to gather more firewood. He hoped to lead you back just at the right moment.

As Alan chopped wood, you began your walk through the forest trail. Breathing in the fresh air, you slowly wandered along, enjoying the peace of nature. You hadn't gotten far when Alan appeared, as if out of nowhere, right on the path in front of you.

"Well, hey there, doe-eyes! Fancy running into you!" He greeted you cheerfully. Taking your hand, he guided you off the trail towards his secluded clearing.

You gave him a puzzled look, uncertain why he was acting so excited today. But you followed along, trusting him completely.

Reaching the clearing, Alan led you into the little area. "I have a surprise for you…"

Stepping forward, you gasped in awe. The cozy space was filled with wildflowers, sweet aromas, and decorations just for you. In the center sat a small cake with lit candles. You turned to Alan in shock.

"Happy birthday!" He shouted, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I wanted to celebrate you today. Make this day special. Do you like it?"

You were utterly surprised, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. You had completely forgotten your own birthday, but Alan had remembered. He knew this date was important to you and wanted to make you feel loved.

Taking your hand, he led you around the clearing, showing you all he had prepared. The food, the handmade gifts, every detail was just for you. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slow dancing with Alan in the candlelight. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he hummed a sweet melody. This woodland birthday party turned out to be the most memorable one yet thanks to your dear Alan.

PETER DUNBAR!

Today is your birthday, though it's far from your mind when your alarm jolts you awake this morning. You silenced it and started your usual morning routine - shower, breakfast, quick scroll through your phone. The date doesn't even register.

Meanwhile, Peter has been giddy with excitement for weeks leading up to this day. He knows everything about you, including your birthday, and wants to make it extraordinarily special.

You're just about to head out the door for work when you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses in every color - red, pink, yellow, white. "Special delivery for your birthday!" he announces cheerfully. Birthday? Oh right, it's your birthday! You had completely forgotten. What a wonderful surprise, you think, as you take the flowers and find the card from Peter.

After stopping to put the roses in water, you rush off to work, not wanting to be late. When you arrive at your desk, you find a perfectly wrapped gift waiting for you. Opening it up reveals a set of expensive bath oils and lotions in your favorite scents - peach, mango, coconut. "A special treat for your special day! Enjoy! Love, Peter" the note attached says. These will be so lovely to use after a long day, you think, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Leaving work that evening, exhausted after a long day, you find one last surprise waiting for you. When you enter your apartment, the lights are off, which is odd. Suddenly, they flip on, and Peter jumps out from hiding shouting "Surprise!" The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers. Your dining table is spread with your favorite foods. In the center is an enormous bouquet of vibrant flowers.

Peter runs up and embraces you. "Happy birthday, darling! I wanted to make this day so special for you." You beam, tears pricking your eyes. You can't believe he put all of this together for you.

"I totally forgot it was even my birthday!" you say with a laugh. "This is incredible, Peter. Thank you so much for everything - the flowers, gifts... It's too much. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness."

Peter is thrilled to see you so delighted. "You deserve to feel loved and celebrated on your birthday. I'd do anything to see your beautiful smile," he says, gazing at you adoringly.

You give him a tender kiss, touched by how well he knows you and the immense effort he put into orchestrating thoughtful surprises to brighten your day. While Peter may go overboard with his intensity sometimes, today it comes from a place of pure love and devotion.

Despite your chaotic schedule, Peter made sure your birthday did not go uncelebrated. Thanks to him, you feel so special and cared for on this day. You blow out the candles on your cake together, share a delicious meal, and end the night dancing in the living room - the perfect birthday thanks to Peter's selfless attention to detail and desire to see you smile.

#mdhm #my dear hatchet man #alan orion #mdhm alan #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sunny day jack x reader #gn!reader #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #john doe game #your boyfriend game

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cravefoodie · 5 months

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Butterscotch Confetti Squares

Ingredients for an 8 x 8 batch:

¼ cup butter

½ cup peanut butter

1 cup butterscotch chips

250 g bag colored mini marshmallows

Directions

Melt butter and peanut butter over LOW heat, stir in butterscotch chips and melt stirring constantly. Cool mixture a bit if necessary before adding marshmallows. I use a pot with a thicker bottom so as to ensure they melt slowly and the mixture doesn’t get hot.

Note: Do not add marshmallows if the mixture is too warm as all will go to the bottom and the marshmallows will float on top......a little tip.

Add marshmallows and stir until they are well coated. Press into an 8x8 pan lined with parchment or wax paper. Refrigerate and cut into squares.

Note: I usually double the recipe and put it in a 9×13 pan.

To make Chocolate Confetti Squares just substitute milk chocolate or semi-sweet chocolate chips instead of butterscotch chips.

#desserts #christmas #food #delicious #yum #yummy #dessert #thanksgiving #recipe #recipes #text

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year

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Your First Valentine's Day Together

MDNI

Creepypasta Head-Canons

GN/Reader

Warnings: None

Jeff The Killer

Forgot it was valentine's day and last minute grabbed something from the gas station. Thinks most Valentine's stuff is over priced and cheesy anyway.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N." "Is this... A bag of chips..?"

Jane The Killer

Absolutely loves spoiling you and doing cute things for you, so there's a day dedicated to that??? Sign her the fuck up! She arranges to take you to a cute cat cafe and insists on paying for everything, seeing you smile is worth every penny.

"Jane you really didn't have to do all this!" "I just love making you smile."

Nina The Killer

Best. Day. Ever. She will be so excited to surprise you with a bunch of clothes she ordered online that's your style! Doesn't want to get any stereotypical things for you for Valentine's, only stuff she knows you'll enjoy.

"Ahhh! Y/N look at this cute shirt I bought you! I can't wait to see you wear it!~" "Another one???"

Toby Rogers

Is bouncing off the walls excited for Valentine's Day. Is VERY cheesy about it and probably absolutely buries you in every cute stuffed animal he could find. Will curl up and watch cheesy romance movies with you all day while munching on the chocolates he got for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!" "OH MY GOD TOBY IS THAT A GIANT GIRAFFE PLUSHIE?!?"

Clockwork

Teases you if you want to celebrate Valentine's Day, calling it cheesy and too lovey dovey. However secretly she loves it, but she's not going to tell you that- at least not yet. So, you're in charge of planning your date together.

"Oh really? You go for that cheesy crap?" "Come onnn! It will be fun! Please!"

Eyeless Jack

Jack doesn't get many chances to act like just a person anymore, so when Valentine's Day rolls around he wants to take the chance to just act like a normal couple would. He plans a quiet dinner just you two in his room, enjoying feeling human again. Just for today- you are just two people in love.

"Do you like the candles, Y/N?" "I love them. It's perfect."

Laughing Jack

This clown has no earthly idea what he's doing. He just straight up throws you a "Valentine's Party" like it's a birthday. It's sweet though. He's trying his best- even though he invited everyone so you two don't really get any time alone.

"Surprise Y/N!!!" "AH! Is that heart shaped confetti?!?"

Ben Drowned

Simply plans a gaming date for the two of you with lots of gummy worms. This really is just a normal day with him but he claims it's special because he won't hog all the gummies this time.

"C'mon! It'll be fun! Why go out when we can just stay right here?" "Fine... Move over."

Hobo Heart

Tries to plan something special for you two but has no idea what to do. He just wants you to love it! Finally settling on just a nice quiet coffee/tea date with just you and him. Cuddled up in the library reading books.

"Romance or Fantasy, Y/N?" "Why not both?"

Slenderman

Doesn't fully understand the concept of the holiday but isn't going to pass up a chance at treating you. He plans a lovely romantic evening in the underworld with dinner and wine. The man is a complete gentleman.

"Is this alright, Y/N?" "It's wonderful."

Zalgo

You want to spend Valentine's Day? With him? He finds the idea amusing at first but finally gives in, taking you out on the town in the underworld. Showing you off and buying you fancy clothes.

"Everything simply looks stunning on you!~" "Oh hush..."

Nathan The Nobody

He hasn't the faintest clue how to celebrate Valentine's Day with you but he knows he wants too. He simply comes to you and asks what you'd like to do.

"Want to just watch movies together?" "I'd like that very much, Y/N...."

The Puppeteer

Brushes off Valentine's Day. What's the point in something like that? You already have the perfect gift, getting to spend time with him! What more could you want???

"Pup, please!!! I just want to do something fun with you!" "This IS fun!"

Judge Angels

Takes the holiday very seriously, almost too serious! She insists she must make it absolutely perfect for you because you deserve it. Expect a fancy date and lots of dancing lessons, she loves dancing with you.

"Take my hand, Y/N." "You really went all out, didn't you?"

Bloody Painter

He makes you both some tea and you two spend a whole day in his studio. Laughing and cracking jokes while he paints a portrait of you, even offering to give you painting lessons. You just enjoy a lovely date full of giggles and messy paint.

"Aw, Y/N. You got paint on your nose." "Oops-"

Nurse Ann

She doesn't really talk much so she expresses her love for you through lots of hugs and attention. Quality time means the world to her so you two end up in the kitchen cooking together, after all a meal always tastes better if it's made with love.

"....." "I love you too, Ann."

Kate The Chaser

She doesn't exactly celebrate the holiday. She kind of just awkwardly offers you whatever she found in the pantry and hangs out with you for the day. It takes a long time for her to open up.

"Thank you, Kate." "..... No problem."

Homicidal Liu

He loves you dearly and wants you to always know that. He plans a beautiful picnic date at night, that way you two can gaze at the stars and tell each other what you see. Expect a dance in the moonlight, the crickets serving as your symphony. It feels like it's just the two of you in the world.

"This is so beautiful, Liu." "Almost as beautiful as you."

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bizlybebo · 3 months

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some silly lil doodles/sketches of the riptide bakery au because @s0lar-ch3ri ‘s additions to it made me absolutely lose my mind

(extra rambling + captions transcribed beneath the cut if you can’t read my handwriting!!)

image 1 caption: Jay saying “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

image 2 caption: Gillion saying “I cannot find her, Chip! If she’s not here, and she just finished mixing the batter, I— I fear we have made the greatest mistake!”

Chip saying “No, no, it’s— it’s fine! She’s probably just— right over here!”

Cutaway caption points to Pretzel drinking a cup of tea and says “Absolutely fine”

Image 3 caption: Chip saying “Yeah, so he’s this small boy we keep in the back! And I know what you’re thinking— it actually doesn’t violate any child labor laws! ‘Cause we don’t pay him!”

Caption pointing to Ollie says “was just given 200 mg of caffeine”

Image 4 caption: points to Gillion operating the cash register and says “Has caused irreparable financial damage”

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the context for image 2 is cheri’s comment that the equivalent for this au of the pretzel missing arc would be that gill loses track of her and ends up thinking that he somehow baked her into one of the pastries and gets really distraught over it. I adore this idea soso much

i havent seen pd yet but i’d like to imagine william, vincent, and dakota terrorize a nearby grocery store on the regular and so they’re usual customers to the riptide bakery. (cheri’s also the one who thought of pd existing in this au too)

i’m particularly obsessed with the idea that chip accidentally overshares to a customer and gets the cops called on them for having a Small Boy In The Back Who Does Unpaid Labor For Us (they pay him in exorbitant amounts of caffeine that his mother would never allow him to consume)

they let gillion man the register ONCE and the business nearly goes under because he doesn’t understand cash nor card or just. money in general. not only does he give away hundreds of dollars or just throw it up in the air for the cool confetti affect, but he also starts letting people pay with the most random shit that isn’t money, like crunchy leaves off the sidewalk or literal trash. he manages to sell a hot chocolate and a croissant for a weird looking substance that turns out to actually be goobleck

#vixen rambles #vixen draws #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #chip bastard #oliver teach #art #my art #hi cheri heart emoji #scheduling this post so hopefully it Actually Works !!

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dawn-moths · 3 months

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"Birthday Wishes"

Undertaker x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(@fanfictionsworld requested: spending your birthday with Undertaker from my Cause to Start a Vendetta AU.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff with some smut at the end, oral sex (reader receiving), use of the word “Daddy”, reader is called “princess, baby, sweetheart”.

*ao3 mirror*

***

You’d been counting down the days for weeks now, your birthday circled on the calendar with a big pink glitter gel pen heart several times over, every day crossed off that crawled closer to the day— your day— making you more and more excited.

Because, as you’d quickly grown accustomed to being spoiled by Undertaker— special occasion or otherwise— your birthday was no exception to being showered with all the love and luxury he had at his disposal.

“Morning, princess…” he cooed, gently smoothing down some of your sleep-tousled hair with a big, cool palm, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you blinked open beary eyes, wrapped in his arms and the many layers of blankets that twisted and tangled about your bodies sprawled across the bed.

“Morning, Daddy…” you replied, voice soft and delicate as the lingering dredges of slumber clung to your tone, an angelic little grin curving up on your sweet lips as you nuzzled closer into Undertaker’s chest, seeking out his elusive warmth.

For a moment, nearly forgetting what today was as you drifted in and out of consciousness, your figure filling with the heavy weight of sleep once more, your eyelids fluttered closed and your breathing began to turn slow and shallow. Undertaker rubbed a hand up and down your back, stirring you back to the waking world and smiling to himself as you let out a big yawn, nose scrunching adorably with the expression.

“If you want to go back to sleep,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your nose and causing a fragile giggle to bubble up in your chest, “I won’t stop you. But that would certainly be a shame when we have so many fun things on our to-do list today.”

That was enough to entice you, your mind suddenly much more alert than before, and you snaked your arms up to gently rest over his shoulders. “Just a few more minutes…” you said, pressing yourself even closer to him, wishing you could bask in the safety of his touch forever. “Then I promise I’ll get up.”

A smooth, sonorous chuckle vibrated through his bones, the sound warming you from the inside out like hot milk and honey. “Alright, sweetheart,” he said, allowing himself to melt back to a more relaxed state as well. “Just a few more minutes…”

As the sun crept further through the cracks of the curtains, bright beams painting the ornate master bedroom with thin strokes of gold, stirring up the wispy clouds of dust motes swirling through the air, Undertaker coaxed you into finally rising, draping one of his big, fluffy black robes over your shoulders when you became burdened with a chill, the mansion’s usual temperature kept low upon his preference.

Once your feet were dressed in your favorite pair of fluffy socks and even fluffier slippers, you took Undertaker’s hand and let him guide you down the wide halls to the curving staircase, heading towards the kitchen where you could already smell your special birthday breakfast.

The long dining table was decorated to the nines with all kinds of balloon bouquets and bundles of black and white roses overflowing from crystal vases. Spelled out in gold glitter confetti at one end of the display was HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS punctuated by a big heart. At the other was a full selection of all your breakfast favorites— souffle pancakes piled high with bananas and melty chocolate chips, strawberry french toasts drizzled with sticky maple syrup and sprinkled with a frosty snowfall of powdered sugar, fluffy scrambled eggs and yogurt parfaits and fruit arranged by color.

You sucked in a gasp of delight, hands clasped before your chest as you eagerly surveyed the scene, looking up at your Daddy like he’d outdone himself.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, extending a hand towards the chair at the head of the table— his usual chair, the master’s chair, the dining room’s throne— and pulling it out for you to sit in, taking the seat adjacent to it to join you in the morning’s sugary culinary experience.

Over the meal— you choosing a bit of everything to pile onto your plate in an orderly array, because why should you have to choose just one when today you could have whatever your little heart desired— you and Undertaker began to discuss the day’s itinerary.

There was a packed schedule planned indeed— a shopping outing at all your most beloved designer stores, afternoon tea at the Ritz, exploring some of the artsy nooks and crannies of the city and dropping into your favorite bookstore all before hopping on the Aurora Society’s private jet and taking the hour and a half flight to your favorite five star restaurant in Paris, sure to end the evening by enjoying your usual penthouse suit of the expensive hotel that gave the best view among any of the establishments around.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” Undertaker slyly prompted just as you were about to head upstairs to get changed and ready for the events ahead, thoughts already spinning trying to decide what you wanted to wear. You stopped and considered him with an adorably cute expression for a moment until he pulled a big gift bag from under the table where he’d hidden it from you, the glossy black packaging stuffed with glittering silver tissue paper and two perfect satin ribbons serving as the handles. “You know,” he shrugged as he slid it towards you on the table, drinking in your awe, never growing tired of how easily you seemed to be innocently surprised sometimes, “just in case you felt like going out in something new.”

Carefully, as if the wrapping itself was just as valuable as the gift, you plucked the sparkling tissue paper away to uncover the pristinely wrapped box beneath, a marbling of glossy and matte black swirling over the decorative paper like ink dropped into water. The moment the first half of your favorite clothing brand’s name was visible to you, you shot him a glance, as if to say, “you shouldn’t have” despite believing down to your very core that you deserved every expensive, extravagant thing that Undertaker placed in your cute little lap.

Once you lifted the garment from where it had been perfectly folded within its box, holding it up to your body as if to sample how it would look before trying it on, you heard Undertaker sigh, a dreamy, lilting hum tailing off the end of it. “Exquisite…” he remarked, and you now held the dress out from your body, studying the intricate craftsmanship that had been hand stitched into the garment as you smiled to yourself, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It really is.”

But then Undertaker was by your side, having moved soundlessly, his even stride gliding across the short distance to meet you. “I wasn’t talking about the dress,” he murmured, big hands settling on your hips. “Now, why don’t you head upstairs and start getting ready.”

You turned your face up to his, met his lips when he was close enough for a kiss, and muttered out a sweet little, “Thank you, Daddy,” before following his instruction and heading for the staircase.

He watched you go, saw the skip in your step as you ventured off, only returning to clearing the table once you disappeared down the long second story hallway and out of his view. He was going to look forward to taking that dress off of you later, unwrapping you like his own special gift by the time night draped itself over the sky.

***

The afternoon had been like a dream, you and your lover floating from one location to the next to try on extravagant clothing and sample imported teas, the two of you practically waltzing through the downtown streets where you longed to see what new installments the local London artists put up around the city before you’d lost track of time perusing your favorite bookstore, a good two hours going by without you even noticing as you strategically searched for the next story to get yourself hooked on.

But as the sky began to fade from blue to gold, it signaled that dinner was soon approaching, which meant you two had a plane to catch if you wanted to arrive to your reservation on time.

The hostess greeted you two with a friendly smile, addressing you both by name, the entire restaurant staff made familiar with London’s most notorious boss and the beautiful girl who was always on his arm, Undertaker making short, lighthearted conversation with the manager in French while they crossed paths on the walk to your usual table, the man chuckling at something your Daddy had said, forever able to charm anyone if he set his mind to it, it seemed.

As you both enjoyed the delicacies of the six course meal, you continued to talk and laugh, never running out of topics to converse about, though tonight you were most excited to tell him all about the book you’d recently finished and your expectations for the new one you’d chosen on your earlier excursion, having heard nothing but praise for the acclaimed tale.

Once the horizon had lost its lilac blush and sunk deep into the velvet navy of nightfall though, you knew you were just about to enter into yet another phase of your luxurious birthday festivities.

***

You could smell the roses from down the hall before the doors to your hotel suite in Paris even opened. The entirety of the three connected rooms were decked from floor to ceiling in at least one hundred thousand dollars worth of florals, vibrant reds and sultry blacks, flawless creams and even a dash of lovely soft pinks.

You could’ve cried at how gorgeous it all was, blinking the mist from your eyes as you spun in slow circles about the place, taking it all in. Undertaker’s hands found your shoulders to steady you, stopping your awestruck turns to face the beautiful birthday cake on the hotel room’s center table, the special dessert shaped like a heart and iced in a rainbow of your favorite colors, several candles placed strategically on the top and already lit, small flames glowing and beckoning you over to make a wish.

But what could you possibly wish for when you already had everything you’d ever want or need— a gorgeous man who loved you, showering you in every stunning thing life had to offer, as simple as the snap of his fingers or a wave of his hand— besides to continue living this blessed life that had found its way to you, through trial and tribulation?

Taking a few steps forward towards the cake, you choked out through a shaky breath, “Oh my god…” unable to hold back your tears any longer, a few sparkling drops running down your cheeks, glittering like gold as they caught the amber of the flickering firelight. You looked back at Undertaker, who was not far behind you, and wondered if you’d ever be able to convey how much this all meant to you. It almost seemed unfair. He’d always be able to do more for you than you would for him, though he never seemed to mind.

For him, just having you— his sweet, precious baby girl to dote on and adore as much as he pleased— was far more than enough. All you had to do was exist. All you had to do was be his.

“Well, go on,” he lightly urged, a calm smile playing at the corner of his lips as he gestured towards the center table. “The candles won’t blow themselves out, now will they?”

You smiled, big and bright, and let out a sound that could only be described as pure joy. Undertaker was addicted to that sound, the way it rang out like the delicate jingle of bells, the way it warmed him like the sun’s rays after so much rain. It made everything he’d ever done, good, bad, or somewhere in between, all worth it. Just to see you smile at him like that, just to hear you laugh. Just to know it was him who’d been the orchestrator of such emotions.

And as you let out a strong gust of a breath, turning each melting birthday candle from flame to smoke, you realized you did have one wish you wanted to make afterall.

Let things be like this forever, you thought to yourself, like a silent prayer. Let us stay as in love for the rest of our lives as we are right now, in this moment.

Undertaker cut the cake, a piece for you and a piece for him, and then the two of you sat by the counter outlooking the spotless floor to ceiling windows that gave way to the sprawling view of the City of Light, the night sky clear and sparkling with little bursts of silver stars overhead.

You talked and joked and laughed while you both enjoyed your dessert, your chair pressed right next to his, close enough that you could lean your head over to rest against the side of his shoulder while his arm slung across your back, hugging you closer to him, his most cherished treasure.

“You know…” you began, gazing dreamily out the window at the romantic scene the city offered. Then, casting him a glance from where you were nestled into his side, you said, “I think this might really be the best birthday ever.”

Something in his eyes softened a shade then, and in response Undertaker lightly took your chin between his lithe fingers, tilting your mouth just ever so slightly upwards so he could lean down to meet it. You hadn’t expected the kiss, languid and savoring at first as you parted your lips to let him in, both of you tasting like your favorite flavor of cake, soon turning more hungry, having you straddling his lap and blinded by the blissful haze that was slowly filling you from the inside out.

When he finally broke away, leaned back just far enough to look you in the eyes, gently wiping the cool pad of his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip, glossy from your mingled saliva, a weak attempt to clean you up a bit, he said, “I guess that means I’ll have to go above and beyond next year,” and you laughed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you felt yourself relax over him.

“No, but really…” you murmured. “Thank you, Daddy. For everything. Always.”

All you got as a warning for what happened next was a low, lilting chuckle humming in his chest before he was hoisting you up, big hands splayed against the backs of your thighs as he began to carry you elsewhere in the suite.

“Where are we going?” you playfully asked, though you already had a pretty good idea.

“There’s still a few hours until midnight,” he remarked, a new kind of vigor in his voice and stride. He set you down on the edge of the king-sized bed, beginning to shrug off his jacket and tug his belt buckle free of its loops as he added, “Which means your birthday’s not over yet, princess.”

The smirk that spread across his face then made that fluttering creature resting in your lower belly roll over inside of you, beginning to wake, soon asking to be satisfied like a dog scratching at the door begging for treats, relentless until it was given its desired reward. It wasn’t long before Undertaker was hooking his grip under your thighs again, pulling you further down the bed where he then knelt at the foot of it.

You gave him an uncertain and slightly suspicious look as he flicked his emerald gaze up to meet yours. Usually, he liked to undress you, strip you down piece by piece before ridding himself of his own clothing, admiring every inch of your bare body like it was the most masterful work of art. Then he’d pin you down, his prized butterfly, and get to work at soaking both your bodies with pleasure before wringing them dry, squeezing you for every last lustful drop he could.

But tonight— on your night— he figured he’d do things a little differently. Give you one last birthday surprise before the clock struck twelve.

“Just relax, sweetheart…” he cooed, carefully bunching your new dress up around your waist, exposing the expensive lace clinging to the most delicate parts of you and drinking in the sight like it rivaled even that of the one just beyond the windows. “Let Daddy make you feel good…”

Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the soft raise of your lower belly, and you felt your tight little hole futter and your sensitive bud pulse as he slowly removed your panties, your already damp core causing them to cling to you a moment before the cool air sighed against your damp slit.

Undertaker ran a long finger through your dewy folds, making your next breath catch as he slipped it inside of you to gather more of your slick before rubbing it against your puffy clit, already swollen with arousal, pulling one of those adorable whines from your throat as you lay one arm over your eyes, the other sprawled out across the bed, little fingers twisting into the sheets, trying to grab hold of anything while you still had the chance.

“That’s it, baby…” he praised, helping to spread you wider for him, a leg thrown over one of his broad shoulders as he continued to tease you. His next words sent a puff of his warm breath against your cunt, and you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, exhaling a shuddering sigh. He whispered, “I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” and when he licked a flat-tongued stripe up your pussy, you let out a soft, broken whine, back already beginning to arch a little at the sinfully sweet feel of him.

Undertaker was skilled at a lot of things— running a business, making money, getting away with murder— but the thing you thought he was best at, above all else, was pleasuring you.

It was effortless, the way he knew exactly what to do that made you body bend to his command, melting your mind until all you knew was the press of his hips or the wet warmth of his mouth, the indents of his teeth, his fingerprints, all of it branded into you so no matter where you looked on your own body there would be a reminder of him, like a promise, a gift.

You were clenching the silky sheets in your trembling fist as he speared his tongue into you, his sharp nose nudging against your clit every time and forcing moan after delicious, high-pitched moan out of you like that was the only sound you’d ever known how to make. If he thought your laugh was syrupy sweet, then your moans were something else entirely, something far more addicting or satisfying than sticky, sickly sweet sugar. More like a drug to him, making him addicted in a way that, once he got a taste, he couldn’t stop. Not until you had nothing left to give, his pursuit at seeing just how far or how long he could make you go merciless time and time again.

“P-please—” you sobbed, the new veil of tears that had welled in your eyes causing your lashes to clump and spike together with every fluttering roll of your eyes back into your head. His pace was voracious, wanting to devour you down to your very core. You could barely get half a broken plea out before it was interrupted by a surrendering mewl or a soundless gasp, mouth hung open in ecstasy before he prepared to shatter you. “Please— I’m gonna—”

But before you could even speak the last word of your sentence, let alone remember it, Undertaker had you coming undone, unraveling you like a frayed thread on a silk scarf, pulling you apart until there was nothing left but a tangle of string he could then rearrange into any shape he pleased.

Your chest rose and fell with short, shallow, panting breaths, rigid form relaxing back into the mattress, body gone all pliable and boneless once the remaining tension melted away. Meanwhile, Undertaker pressed gentle kisses to the sensitive insides of your stained thighs, palms gently petting you as you drifted down from the high and back into the garden of Eden he’d planted, nurtured, and grown just for you.

Normally, he’d barely give you enough time to recover before commencing round two, but, as he seemed to be a little more patient with you on this most special of days, he allowed your heart to slow to a steady rhythm and your breathing to smooth out into even inhales and exhales before shifting over you, darting out his tongue to lick at his own lips to catch one last obscene taste of you before wiping away your glistening arousal from the bottom half of his pale face with the back of his hand.

As he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes, the vibrant green of them almost glowing through the dim dark of the bedroom, he said, as if only to himself, “Just look at you… So gorgeous… My beautiful girl…” as he helped free you the rest of the way from your pretty birthday dress, mindfully folding it and placing it on the nearest bedside drawer so it didn’t get ruined.

Because he did intend to ruin you.

He intended to ruin you in all the right ways.

As he shed his own clothing like a black-skinned snake, all those silvery scars wrapped around alabaster flesh now on full display, you reached out for him, wanting, craving, needing to feel the press of his body back on yours before the ebbing pleasure made you drift off to dreamland. Though, with Undertaker, reality could often feel like a dream, so perfect your conscious mind almost struggled to comprehend it was real at times.

But, as he began to lean back over you, your fingers interlocked as he pressed your hands down into the comforter on either side of your head, both your legs thrown over his shoulders to have you splayed wide and vulnerable for him, just the way he liked you, one thing was for certain. Undertaker had been ahead of himself when he’d said he’d have to find a way to outdo your birthday next year. After tonight, you had no idea how things could get any better than this.

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(Hello and thank you so much to @fanfictionsworld for your request! I hope I did it justice and thank you for being so patient with me while you waited for it. I know you’ve been following me for quite some time and I always recognize you when I see you pop up in my notifs, so it was truly a pleasure getting to write for you <3

Also want to give a big thank you to everyone else for reading as well! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you have a wonderful day!)

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thatdammchickennugget · 2 months

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Hogsmeade Locations - Part Two

Some more shops and restaurants I came up with. Pictures were made with Bing Image Creator.

Part One

Cocoa Charm Cafe & Confections

Indulge your sweet tooth at Cocoa Charm Cafe & Confections, where chocolate lovers' dreams come true. Step into our cozy cafe and immerse yourself in a world of chocolate delights. From rich and creamy hot chocolates to decadent chocolate desserts and confections, our menu offers a tantalizing array of chocolate-themed treats to satisfy every craving.

But the magic doesn't stop there – at Cocoa Charm, we're passionate about sharing the art of chocolate-making with our customers. Join us for chocolate-making workshops where you can learn the secrets of crafting delicious chocolates from scratch. And don't miss our tasting events, where you can sample a variety of chocolates from around the world and discover new favorites.

So whether you're a connoisseur of cocoa or simply looking for a sweet escape, Cocoa Charm Cafe & Confections invites you to indulge in the irresistible allure of chocolate. Prepare to be enchanted by the aroma of cocoa and the blissful taste of pure chocolate bliss.

Take a peek at our menu:

Drinks: - Classic Hot Chocolate - Rich and velvety hot chocolate made with premium cocoa and topped with whipped cream. - Chocolate Hazelnut Latte - Creamy latte infused with rich chocolate and hazelnut syrup, finished with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. - Mint Chocolate Chip Frappe - Refreshing blend of mint syrup, chocolate chips, and ice, topped with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. Desserts: - Triple Chocolate Brownie - Decadent brownie made with three types of chocolate and served warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. - Chocolate Lava Cake - Rich chocolate cake with a molten chocolate center, served with a dusting of powdered sugar. - Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries - Fresh strawberries dipped in smooth, melted chocolate and chilled to perfection. Confections: - Assorted Truffles - A selection of handmade truffles in flavors like dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and salted caramel. - Chocolate-Covered Pretzels - Crunchy pretzels coated in creamy milk chocolate and drizzled with white chocolate. - Chocolate-Covered Marshmallows - Fluffy marshmallows dipped in melted chocolate and sprinkled with colorful candy confetti.

Lumos Lounge & Dance Club

Welcome to Lumos Lounge & Dance Club, where the magic of music and movement ignite the night. Step into our vibrant venue and experience an enchanted atmosphere like no other.

At Lumos Lounge, our dance floors come alive with mesmerizing patterns and colors, enchanted to change and shift with the rhythm of the music. Whether you prefer to dance under the twinkling stars or amidst a whirlwind of swirling lights, our enchanted dance floors create an immersive experience that will transport you to another world.

But it's not just the dance floors that are magical – our music selection is spellbinding too. From upbeat wizarding tunes to chart-topping Muggle hits, our DJs spin a mix of magical and Muggle music to cater to all tastes. So whether you're a fan of the Weird Sisters or love to groove to the latest Muggle pop, there's something for everyone at Lumos Lounge.

So come, let loose and dance the night away at Lumos Lounge & Dance Club. With enchanting visuals, electrifying music, and a lively atmosphere, every moment spent here is sure to be filled with magic and excitement.

Critter Haven

Welcome to Critter Haven, where magic and companionship come together in perfect harmony. Nestled within the enchanting walls of the Magical Menagerie pet shop, Critter Haven offers a unique dining experience unlike any other.

As you enjoy your light meals and snacks, you'll be surrounded by the delightful sights and sounds of magical creatures at play. Watch in awe as kneazles chase after enchanted toys, crups frolic with each other, and bowtruckles dance among the branches of their habitats. It's a whimsical spectacle that's sure to captivate visitors of all ages.

But Critter Haven is more than just a cafe – it's a haven for both magical creatures and humans alike. Whether you're stopping by for a quick bite or simply seeking a moment of tranquility in the company of magical creatures, Critter Haven welcomes you with open arms.

So come, sip on a warm beverage, nibble on a tasty treat, and immerse yourself in the enchanting world of Critter Haven. With every visit, you'll experience the joy and wonder of connecting with magical creatures in a cozy and inviting setting.

Take a peek at our menu:

Snacks: - Critter Treats - Assorted snacks perfect for sharing with our magical guests. - Wizarding Waffles - Fluffy waffles served with a drizzle of maple syrup. Beverages: - Enchanted Elixir - A refreshing potion with hints of citrus and magic. - Creature Comfort Tea - A soothing blend of herbs and spices to relax and unwind.

Celestial Sips Rooftop Bar

Ascend to new heights at Celestial Sips Rooftop Bar, where the cosmos meets cocktails in a breathtaking setting. Perched high above Hogsmeade, our rooftop bar offers panoramic views of the picturesque countryside, providing the perfect backdrop for an unforgettable evening.

Indulge in a stellar selection of specialty cocktails and mocktails inspired by the constellations and celestial phenomena. Sip on a "Stardust Spritz" or "Galactic Glow" as you gaze up at the twinkling stars above, or sample a "Cosmic Crush" while soaking in the enchanting ambiance of the night sky.

With its celestial-inspired libations and stunning vistas, Celestial Sips Rooftop Bar promises an otherworldly experience that's truly out of this world. Whether you're celebrating a special occasion or simply savoring the magic of the moment, our rooftop oasis invites you to raise a glass to the beauty of the cosmos and the wonders of the universe.

Take a peek at our menu:

Signature Cocktails: - Stardust Spritz - A sparkling concoction of elderflower liqueur, prosecco, and a hint of citrus. - Galactic Glow - A mesmerizing blend of blue curaçao, vodka, and lemonade, garnished with a glowing ice cube. - Cosmic Crush - A refreshing mix of muddled berries, gin, and tonic, served over crushed ice. Mocktails: - Celestial Cooler - A non-alcoholic blend of pineapple juice, coconut water, and sparkling water, garnished with a slice of starfruit. - Moonbeam Mocktail - A creamy combination of vanilla syrup, almond milk, and a splash of lavender syrup, shaken and served chilled.

Arcane Adventure Zone

Embark on a journey of enchantment at Arcane Adventure Zone, where magic and merriment collide in an extraordinary arcade experience. Step into a realm where the ordinary is transformed into the extraordinary, and every corner is filled with whimsical wonders waiting to be explored.

At Arcane Adventure Zone, you'll discover a treasure trove of interactive games and attractions that will captivate wizards and witches of all ages. Test your skills with wizarding versions of classic arcade games like Quidditch Pong, where broomsticks replace paddles, and Galleon Grabber, where players use magic to snatch flying coins from the air. Navigate through the twists and turns of the Magical Maze Runner, where surprises lurk around every corner.

But the magic doesn't stop there – Arcane Adventure Zone also boasts a magical bowling alley and mini-golf course that are sure to delight and challenge players of all skill levels. Navigate through whimsical obstacles, navigate moving platforms, and encounter enchanted creatures as you putt your way through the course.

With its spellbinding attractions and endless opportunities for fun and adventure, Arcane Adventure Zone is the ultimate destination for magical entertainment. So gather your friends and family, and prepare to embark on an unforgettable journey into the heart of wizarding wonderment.

The Whimsical Warbler

Step into the enchanting atmosphere of The Whimsical Warbler, where music and magic intertwine to create unforgettable evenings of entertainment. As you enter this charming tavern, you'll be greeted by the melodic strains of live music and the warm glow of enchanted lights.

At The Whimsical Warbler, karaoke nights are a beloved tradition, where students and locals alike gather to showcase their vocal talents and sing their hearts out to their favorite wizarding tunes and Muggle hits. Whether you're belting out a classic from the Weird Sisters or crooning a chart-topping ballad, you'll be accompanied by live musical accompaniment and magical effects that bring your performance to life.

Immerse yourself in the vibrant energy of the tavern as you take the stage and become the star of the show. With its lively atmosphere, friendly patrons, and magical ambiance, The Whimsical Warbler is the perfect place to let loose, unwind, and make memories that will last a lifetime. So grab a drink, grab the mic, and get ready to sing your heart out at The Whimsical Warbler!

Take a peek at our menu:

Drinks: - Polyjuice Punch - A magical blend of fruit juices and sparkling soda, served in a whimsical goblet. - Butterbeer Blast - A creamy concoction of butterbeer and vanilla ice cream, topped with whipped cream and caramel drizzle. - Firewhisky Fizz - A fiery mix of firewhisky, ginger ale, and a splash of lemon juice, served over ice. Snacks: - Golden Snitch Wings - Crispy chicken wings tossed in a tangy golden sauce, served with celery sticks and blue cheese dip. - Quidditch Quinoa Salad - A refreshing salad of quinoa, mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, and feta cheese, tossed in a lemon herb dressing. - Magical Mushroom Flatbread - A savory flatbread topped with sautéed mushrooms, caramelized onions, and melted mozzarella cheese.

Dragon's Lair Escape

Step into the mystical realm of Dragon's Lair Escape, where an exhilarating adventure awaits. In this magically themed dungeon, students are transported to a world of mystery and intrigue, where they must put their wits to the test to unravel secrets, solve puzzles, and ultimately escape before time runs out.

As you enter Dragon's Lair Escape, you'll find yourself immersed in an immersive environment filled with enchanting decor and intricate details. Your mission is clear: work together with your fellow adventurers to uncover clues, decipher riddles, and unlock hidden passages as you navigate through the dungeon.

But beware – the clock is ticking, and the challenges you face are as formidable as they are captivating. From cunning traps to cryptic puzzles, every twist and turn holds the key to your freedom. Can you and your team unravel the mysteries of the Dragon's Lair and emerge victorious before time runs out?

With its immersive setting and thrilling challenges, Dragon's Lair Escape offers an unforgettable experience that will test your skills, challenge your intellect, and leave you craving more. So gather your friends, sharpen your minds, and prepare to embark on the ultimate escape room adventure. The fate of the dungeon awaits!

Sorcerer's Palette Art Atelier

Welcome to the Sorcerer's Palette Art Atelier, where creativity meets magic in every brushstroke and shutter click. Nestled within the heart of Hogsmeade, our art studio is a haven for aspiring witches and wizards eager to explore the wonders of magical artistry.

At the Sorcerer's Palette, we offer a diverse array of classes and workshops in various magical art forms, each more enchanting than the last. Unleash your inner artist with spell painting, where incantations bring your canvas to life with vibrant colors and mesmerizing patterns. Dive into the world of enchanted pottery, where clay transforms under your fingertips into bewitching sculptures and vessels imbued with magic. Or discover the art of magical photography, capturing fleeting moments of wonder and beauty with your trusty camera and a touch of wizarding flair.

Led by skilled instructors and seasoned practitioners of magical arts, our classes provide a supportive environment for students of all skill levels to learn, grow, and unleash their creativity. Whether you're a novice looking to dip your toes into the world of magical art or a seasoned wizard seeking to expand your repertoire, the Sorcerer's Palette Art Atelier has something for everyone.

So come, join us at the Sorcerer's Palette, where the possibilities are as endless as the magic itself. Let your imagination soar, and prepare to create works of art that will enchant and inspire for generations to come.

Spellbound Scoops

Welcome to Spellbound Scoops, where every scoop is a spellbinding experience! Step into our whimsical ice cream parlor and prepare to embark on a magical journey through a world of enchanting flavors and delightful treats.

At Spellbound Scoops, we specialize in serving up a variety of magical ice cream flavors that will tantalize your taste buds and transport you to another realm. Indulge in the creamy goodness of our butterbeer swirl, with hints of butterscotch and vanilla dancing on your palate. Dive into the decadence of our chocolate frog crunch, with crunchy chocolate pieces scattered throughout each scoop. Or dare to try our firewhisky fudge, a rich and boozy delight that packs a magical punch.

But the magic doesn't stop there – at Spellbound Scoops, we believe that every scoop deserves a touch of enchantment. That's why we offer a variety of enchanting toppings to customize your ice cream experience, from shimmering sprinkles to magical marshmallows and everything in between.

So whether you're a seasoned wizard or a Muggle in search of a sweet escape, Spellbound Scoops invites you to indulge in the magic of ice cream. With every lick and every bite, you'll taste the wonder and delight of a truly magical treat.

Take a peek at our menu:

Magical Flavors: - Butterbeer Swirl: Indulge in the creamy swirls of butterscotch and vanilla, reminiscent of the famous wizarding beverage. - Chocolate Frog Crunch: Dive into the depths of chocolatey goodness with crunchy chocolate frog pieces folded into every scoop. - Firewhisky Fudge: Experience a bold burst of flavor with our rich and boozy firewhisky-infused fudge ice cream, perfect for the daring adventurer. - Unicorn Dreams: Taste the magic with our whimsical blend of cotton candy and rainbow sprinkles, sure to delight the young and young at heart. - Dragon's Breath: Awaken your senses with our fiery cinnamon-infused ice cream, guaranteed to leave a lingering warmth with every bite. - Mermaid Melody: Dive into the depths of flavor with our sea salt caramel ice cream, swirled with swirls of ocean-blue raspberry sauce for a truly enchanting treat. Enchanting Toppings: - Shimmering Sprinkles: Add a touch of magic to your scoop with our shimmering sprinkles, available in an array of colors to suit your mood. - Magical Marshmallows: Elevate your ice cream experience with our fluffy and fantastical marshmallows, infused with a hint of enchantment. - Enchanted Chocolate Sauce: Drizzle your scoop with our velvety chocolate sauce, infused with a touch of magic for an extra dose of indulgence. - Fairy Dust Wafers: Sprinkle a dash of fairy dust on top of your scoop for an extra magical crunch that will leave you feeling like you're flying through the clouds.

Mystic Brew

Welcome to Mystic Brew, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air with enchantment. Known for our bold and flavorful blends, our café offers a diverse selection of brews to satisfy every palate. Whether you crave the rich intensity of our espresso or the smooth allure of our cappuccinos, we have the perfect cup to awaken your senses.

But Mystic Brew is more than just a coffee shop – it's a cozy haven where patrons can unwind and indulge in delightful treats. Take a seat in one of our inviting booths and savor a selection of savory and sweet snacks, from freshly baked pastries to gourmet sandwiches. With each sip and bite, you'll discover a world of flavor and comfort waiting to be explored.

Join us at Mystic Brew and embark on a journey of taste and relaxation. Whether you're seeking a quick caffeine fix or a leisurely escape from the bustle of Hogsmeade, our café promises a magical experience that will leave you enchanted.

Take a peek at our menu:

Wizard's Brews: - Mystic Mocha: Rich espresso infused with dark chocolate and topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of enchanted cocoa dust. - Potion Latte: A mystical blend of espresso and creamy steamed milk, flavored with your choice of magical potion syrups such as Butterbeer, Amortentia (rose), or Floo Powder (vanilla). - Dragonfire Espresso: A fiery shot of espresso infused with cinnamon and chili syrup, sure to awaken your inner dragon. - Frosty Forest Frappé: A refreshing frappé made with chilled espresso, peppermint syrup, and a swirl of whipped cream, garnished with crystallized pine needles - Magical Matcha Latte: A creamy latte made with ceremonial-grade matcha powder and steamed milk, sweetened with honey from the enchanted bees of the Forbidden Forest - Dragon's Scale Macchiato: A bold macchiato with layers of espresso and steamed milk, infused with spiced dragon fruit syrup and topped with a sprinkle of dragon scale-shaped chocolate shavings - Whispering Willow White Mocha: A velvety white mocha made with white chocolate and espresso, flavored with a hint of elderflower syrup and adorned with a delicate willow leaf stencil Magical Treats: - Spellbound Scone: A warm, flaky scone filled with enchanting flavors like pumpkin spice, cranberry, and orange zest - Phoenix Feather Croissant: Buttery croissant filled with almond cream and topped with toasted almonds and a sprinkle of phoenix feather sugar - Witch's Brew Brownie: Decadent chocolate brownie infused with potion essence and topped with a swirl of caramel and edible gold flakes - Magical Macaron Trio: A trio of delicate macarons in flavors of Elderflower Elixir, Pumpkin Pecan Potion, and Chocolate Cauldron, each with its own magical filling

#harry potter #hogwarts #hogsmeade #worldbuilding #fanfiction #ai art

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splendidlyinlove · 4 months

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Hearts and Homes

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Leo is home for Christmas with his boys and his mother has given them the very important job of helping her make Christmas cookies. Something feels different, though.

CW for holiday and food mentions

Thank you to the wonderful @lumosinlove for creating these characters!

Leo's childhood home was warm around this time of year. Warm in the way the incandescent bulbs threw a soft glow across rooms (The LEDS just aren't the same Le), warm from the coastal breeze fluttering through windows, but mostly warm because of preheating ovens.

His mother had gone all out again this year. Every year since Leo could hold a wooden spoon, Eloise Knut had him mixing cookie dough. The only difference this year was the amount of bakers.

Finn and Leo bobbed amongst a sea of cookie trays covering kitchen counters. Finn was in the ugliest Christmas sweater one could find, and Logan kept making little disgusted faces every time the blinking Santa Claus on said sweater broke into another verse of Jingle Bells. Though, Lohan did have flour on his face that Finn had yet to mention, so, payback.

His mother hummed along to the radio as she tossed even more ingredients into the Kitchen Aid. It all felt familiar to Leo; it was home after all, but he couldn't shake a small desire in the back of his mind for snowfall behind the New York City skyline and Canadian cabins up to their eaves in snow. It was an adjustment, to say the least, not a bad one, just one he hadn't been expecting.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Pumpkin?"

Leo snapped his head up from where he had been staring intently at a sheet of dough rolled out on the counter.

"It's warm."

"It is not! It's fifty degrees out; got out my thick socks for today."

Leo gave his mother a cheeky look.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that," Finn said. He was on oven duty and strictly oven duty. Logan was allowed to touch the dough under supervision. He was currently attempting to cut little gingerbread men that looked like the three of them. It was cute. It made something settle right behind Leo's sternum.

"Oh, like you have anything to talk about." Logan poked Finn in the chest with a whisk.

"I'll have you know, NYC winters–!"

"So, it's warm." Leo turned back to Eloise as Finn and Logan devolved into increasingly nonsensical bickering.

"Yeah. It's warm."

Eloise gave him a look like she already had it all figured out. She probably did.

"Oh, he's gone all northern on me already. Wistfully dreaming of a white Christmas in the New Orleans sun. The best I have is confetti pumpkin; hope it's enough."

Leo laughed, and his mother smiled. He was seven years old again, stealing chocolate chips off the counter, laughing when he got caught, his mother laughing too.

They settled into a bout of comfortable silence after that. Something was still niggling at the back of Leo's mind, though.

"It's just…"

Eloise looked up, now rolling out her famous peppermint mocha cookie dough.

"Yes?"

"This is home."

"Yes."

"This has always been my home."

"...Yes."

"It's not like it doesn't feel like home this time. It's just that…"

Eloise looked at him and smiled that knowing smile.

"What?"

Eloise shrugged. "Didn't say anything."

"You're up to something."

"I am! I'm making cookies!"

"Mama."

Eloise chuckled. "You're in love, sweetheart."

"...Okay? But-"

"Oh, sugar, it's simple. Home isn't really a place. It's just love." She picked up a silver cookie cutter and started pressing out shapes. "So, in that way, New Orleans is home because it's where Dad and I's love for you lives."

The radio across the kitchen slowly faded to the next song.

I'll be home for Christmas…

"A home, by the way, that you will continue to visit periodically til the end of time. I'll create new holidays to celebrate if I have to-"

"Of course, I'll always come back, Mama."

Eloise patted his cheek with a floury hand. "Anyways, but New Orleans isn't the only place where love for you lives anymore, is it?" She tilted her head towards where Logan was taking pictures of Finn attempting to balance spoons on his nose.

"And the people that hold that love for you, bless their heart, love the cold and snow. And so, home now isn't just the New Orleans sun. It's a little colder."

Leo could almost feel things finally slot into place in his mind. They had always been there, the strings that tugged his heart North, South, and East. He had always thought one direction would win out, but he was wrong. They enabled his heart to stretch farther across state lines and biomes, rivers and lakes, cities and farms. Home had just gotten bigger, stretching out its limbs, settling into the comfort of having more room to breathe.

Leo held back a few wayward tears that threatened to well up.

"I miss thirty-degree weather," he said with shock and awe.

Eloise shook her head. "Lord, help us."

Leo laughed at the same time a telltale Ding! sounded from the oven.

"The cookies!" Finn yelped before putting on comically large oven mitts and racing towards the oven. He took out a tray of sugar cookies and started to place them on the wire racks. Logan wandered over to where Leo was working and rested his head on Leo's shoulder.

"What are we talking about?"

"The cold."

"Oh! We should absolutely ask Noelle if she'd be up to trade weeks for the family cabin next month. Maybe we could go ice fishing."

Leo looked at his mother.

"Don't look at me, you picked him."

Leo trembled with barely contained laughter.

"Quoi? It will be fun, Soleil, I promise."

Finn walked over, making little Ah! Ooh! noises as he gently tossed a cookie back and forth between both hands.

"Here, Le, taste. We need to know if it's Knapproved."

Leo leaned forward and took a bite out of the same sugar cookie his mother had been baking since he could talk, but it tasted a little different this time.

It still tasted like boat rides and summer heat, but it also tasted like peppermint tea and long drives. It tasted like sleepy mornings and playoff wins and bookshops. It tasted like something impossible. It tasted like the simplest thing on Earth.

Even though Leo's love stretched across country borders, it somehow managed to all fit in that small kitchen then, tucked into the corners and squeaky cabinets.

"It's good."

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hoodie-buck · 1 year

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thanks for the tag love @destielbuddiepipeline 💙

—have some silly fluff from the army!eddie/babysitter!buck vs 😌

“Happy Birthday!”

Chris giggled in delight as they squeezed him tightly and showered him with love.

“Are those pancakes?” Chris asked when they finally set him down, Buck motioning toward the batter.

“Sure is buddy, just for you.” Buck frowned then, looking a little guilty as he rubbed at the back of his head.

“How would you feel about strawberry pancakes over chocolate chip ones?”

Chris thought it over a moment before asking, “what happened to the chocolate chips?”

“Uh….” Buck trailed off, Eddie fixing him with a stare. “Yea Buck, what did happen to them?”

Buck bit at his lower lip, looking around as if someone was suddenly going to come to his defense. When that didn’t happen, Buck very maturely pointed his finger at Eddie.

“Well maybe you should ask your dad, since he still has the bag!”

Oh, that was low.

Chris looked to Eddie with all the sternness of a six—seven—year old.

“Dad?”

“Yea, dad?” Buck echoed, Eddie narrowing his eyes at him.

Eddie puffed out a breath, shaking his head first at the empty bag, then at Buck.

“Well buddy, I don’t know how to tell you this, but Buck ate them. All of them.”

Before Buck could counter, Eddie added, “why don’t you show him your tongue there, Buck.”

Buck furrowed his brows together. “Traitor.”

Chris looked from Eddie to Buck. “You guys are weird.”

And well, neither of them could argue with that.

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jaybirdswriting · 9 months

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Very Non-Serious Questions To Ask About Your Characters

A: What's the worst fashion choice they've ever made?

B: If your character had a useless superpower, what would it be?

C: If you gave them a sketchbook and an hour to do nothing but draw, what would they make?

D: What is your character doing on a snow day?

E: It's 3AM. What is your character making for a snack?

F: What color would they paint their nails?

G: What's your character's favorite moon phase?

H: Your character is in an awkward social situation. How are they getting out?

I: What is their pizza order?

J: If they were going to change their hair, what would they do?

K: How much success would they have sneaking into a secured building?

L: What is their low stakes controversial opinion? (EX: Do they like mint chocolate chip ice cream? Do they like sleeping with socks on?)

M: What type of cryptid would they be?

N: How tall of heels could your character walk in?

O: What's their favorite type of affection?

P: There's a huge centipede in your characters room! What are they doing?

Q: Their favorite and least favorite chore?

R: What's their favorite media genre?

S: What are their hugs like?

T: What is your character doing with a confetti canon?

U: What's their favorite method of transportation?

V: If they have a job in canon, what occupation would they go for if they were fired?

W: Would they rather call or text?

X: What would your character do if they were given "The Sims."

Y: What does their dancing look like?

Z: Can they juggle?

#writing #oc prompts #prompts #writeblr #writing prompts

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a-walking-fandom-reference · 1 year

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#HEY MADE THE POLL #didn’t really want it to be a day but a week felt too long 🤷🏼#idk maybe i’ll have the top ones from this in another poll as well #autistic pride cake making #polls #food mention #actuallyautistic #autism acceptance month

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artificial-condition · 1 year

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#poll #polls #poptarts #non fruit

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bechloesupercorp · 10 months

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Fuck chocolate chip cookies, man. Not in the bad way, just fuckkkkkk. In the grew-up-quadriplegic-in-a-Catholic-orphanage-and-never-got-the-chance-to-try-one way. Ava could spend her whole life just feasting on the little fuckers. Especially the really melty-gooey but somehow still crispy ones that Bea always manages to make, even though she always insists on cutting the sugar in half. Blasphemy is what Ava has to say about that.

Heavy disco blasted through the room, mixing with Katy Perry’s California Gurls, as the landscape was awash with neons. Somehow simultaneously bright and dingy at the same time, including a giant stage and dancing candy corn. Stripper club slash candy field? Okay!

Ava just laughed, twirling in circles. Giant cookies joined her, all bopping to the music. She could barely hear her own thoughts over the pounding of the bass, laughing even harder at the cookies spinning against the poles.

“Bea!” she squealed, catching sight of the ex-nun, frozen in the middle of the club. She couldn’t help but preen at the smile that tilted at the edge of her lover’s lips the second she saw her, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Bea!” she shouted, pointing directly at her before breaking into a run.

”I need youuuuuu,” she started, launching herself into the air, “to make me moreeee COOKIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! ”

The room burst into confetti, Ava’s heart exploding at the feel of Bea’s smile against hers.

— — —

A gentle breeze drifted in through the apartment window, opened just a crack. Golden moonlight swept across the floor as a rustle came from the other room. Ava swung her arm over, still half asleep, reaching for her girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Ha, she was so lucky.

Mmm. That must have been a good dream. She had no clue what it was about, but it must’ve included Bea. Nothing could make her chest warm the same way.

She still couldn’t believe it. The war was over and they returned to their little abode in the mountains, going back to laughing with the regulars and suppressing the shot of jealousy that occurred every time the other got flirted with by a patron. Nowadays, those exchanges could swiftly be shut down with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a saccharine smile with the same energy as screaming “ FUCK OFF. ”

Ava hummed contentedly to herself, continuing to search at the sheets.

Nothing.

“Bea?” she whispered, eyebrows furrowing as another clang came from the kitchen. Prying her eyes open, she took in the half dark room, blankets haphazardly thrown across the bed.

“Beaaaa,” she sang, slowly opening the door. The kitchen was dark too. And so was the rest of the apartment.

She would have missed the figure hovering by the counter if not for the bang of metal on metal that accompanied it. She moved closer, recognizing her immediately.

“Beatrice? Are you okay?”

Bea just grumbled back, turning away to get something.

Ava smiled, assured that nothing of urgence was wrong. ”Bea.”

Beatrice just mumbled again, doing something. Ava had no clue.

“Bea, what’re you up to?” she asked, stepping closer and peeking around to catch a glimpse of the assortment of bowls spread along the counter.

“Yhwrneownmaymkckies,” Bea replied assuredly with her adorable little accent, before turning swiftly to go into the fridge.

“Bea?” Ava asked again, voice creeping higher as she tried not to laugh.

“Kies, A’a!” Beatrice admonished, thrusting a cold brick into Ava’s hand. “O’en.”

Ava’s face screwed into a laugh at the sight of her. It was so unlike the Beatrice she saw in the day, constantly pushing her hair out of her face and ironing her clothes. She liked this adorable, frumpy-looking Bea with her slight bedhead and half lidded eyes, lips pressed in a grumpy pout. Smears of flour dusting over her navy pyjamas. They had matching sets.

“!!!” Beatrice frowned, signalling at the block still in Ava’s hands.

Ava’s eyebrows shot up at this, unable to keep the smile from her voice.

“Bea. This is cream cheese.”

Beatrice somehow got even grouchier at this, twisting away to angrily mix some flour, sending clouds of dust over the both of them.

Ava wanted to kiss her right then and there.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Beatrice’s whole body slumped, an even sadder frown on her face, doe eyes open but unseeing.

“We’ll bake tomorrow, okay?” Ava smiled at the assortment of ingredients in the bowl – flour, sugar, chocolate, peppers, half a bitten carrot, and the baby Jesus magnet Ava had picked up the last time they were at the Vatican.

Uh oh. Bea was not going to be pleased at having to clean Frig-Jesus from errant dust before they could put him back on the fridge.

Beatrice just hummed, tilting her head to the side. “Kies, Ilvu.”

“I love you too Bea,” Ava promised, gently grabbing her hand to pull her back to their room.

She got Bea all tucked and cozy in bed, blanket up to her chin, before pulling away to get in on her own side. “Kis?” Beatrice whispered sadly, averting her eyes.

Ava paused, just staring. “Only on the cheek for now.”

Then she climbed into bed, feeling Bea move straight into her arms. Letting her eyes fall shut, she pressed her nose into the crown of Bea’s head. This is the love of her life.

#crack fic timeeeeee #warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #avatrice #boink scribbles

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