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srorgana1 · 6 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (Dead Dove), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Thirty

Four Years Later

Rey rubs her forehead as she rereads the memos in front of her. There is an increase of Wendigo activity in the Southwest again and the Werewolf pack in Alberta is causing trouble with a neighboring pack. She sighs as she opens another tab on her computer, assigning a couple Hunters to each case.

A knock on her door distracts her from her ever increasing messages. She looks up and sees Jessica, a coffee in each hand. She nods, acknowledging her as she closes her laptop. “Hey Rey” she says, her smile widening as she takes in the view outside her office window. “Wow, Central Park really changed quickly this year” she says as she sets their coffees down.

Rey smiles softly as she turns and looks as well. The last couple of years have been so busy she feels bad she hasn’t taken the time to really enjoy their new home. After the battle, The Council and The Order’s multiple offices stepped up, giving assistance to fix the widespread damage the demons had inflicted.

Her and Kylo and the others were placed on leave, told to rest and recover from their perilous ordeal. Rey felt guilty she wasn’t out with her fellow Hunters but Kylo made sure she was distracted, whisking her away to Takadona Castle. His relief was palpable when he saw it was undamaged and was welcomed with open arms by Huxley and the staff.

He proposed to her there, vowing his undying love to her. He told her he would always be with her and if she ever decided she wanted to be turned he would. She cried and kissed him, accepting his offer. They wed in a private ceremony on the grounds by the woods, with only their closest friends in attendance. It was one of the happiest days of her life.

While she loved their time away, her heart called her to return to service. She reached out to Jyn and Windu about returning in which they responded with a new job opportunity. Windu had spoken ad-nauseam with his North American counterpart about Rey, requesting her be their top candidate for their assistant lead investigator position. She quickly accepted the job, excited for the chance to prove herself capable.

She dove into her new position with much enthusiasm, impressing her new superiors. Her Hunters she managed loved her for her firm but fair management style, making their office a popular landing spot for new recruits fresh from the academies. She received praise from The Council for her inventiveness and her overall results.

“You’re right Jess” she says as she reaches for her coffee “maybe this year we can actually enjoy it.” Jessica's smile falls a bit. “You know you can always use the cabin Rey, you two have been so busy. You deserve a break. You have more than earned it.” Rey snorts lightly as she takes a drink. “You know that’s not possible right now Jess, not with the Coven restructuring going on, the Hidalgo Coven has been particularly needy…”

“Rey” Jessica says, her eyes glowing purple “don’t feed yourself that shit. You know as well as I do you two need some time away. Vicrul even said so. He said Kylo has been running him ragged.”

Rey sighs as she takes another drink, knowing Jessica is right. Along with still being a part time consultant for the Order, Kylo had started an Order funded genealogy project using their resources to connect those like him with their families. It has already proved successful, helping many within the Order.

She looks at her friend as she takes in the city, a question which has been stewing in her brain for some time rises to the forefront. “Jess I was wondering, have you ever asked Vicrul to turn you? With them being Immortal and all and…” she stops as she sees a knowing smile grace Jessica’s face.

“Ah I see where this is going. No, he didn’t turn me. My Coven helped me with a ritual which made me Immortal. He let me choose how I wanted to do it. Asher knows either way is available to him if he feels it is needed” she says, chuckling softly.

“How is Asher by the way?” Rey asked curiously. “He’s good, just got his first assignment with The Order’s London office. He seemed rather excited about it” Jessica says, taking another sip. Rey smiles contently, happy to hear Asher was doing well after everything he went through.

“As for your question Rey, I believe if I remember correctly he would gladly turn when you asked” Jessica says as her phone buzzed. He did say that, Rey thinks as she watches her check her phone. He’s mentioned it a lot recently when they made love, almost frantically before he would bite her. Maybe he could sense her thoughts on the matter.

A knock on the door pulls both their attention. “I’m sorry to bother you Ms Jessica, but there is a call for you from the Canadian Prime Minister’s office” a shaky voice says. “Thank you Watson” she says as she stands. “Rey just think about it. Your heart knows what it wants.”

Jessica leaves in flash, her nervous assistant on her heels. Jessica was the perfect person to step in as lead Public Relations Representative for The North American Order office. She took no shit and protected those in the community like they were her own children. Rey felt blessed that she could call her part of her family.

She takes a deep breath as she turns her chair to face the window, focusing on Kylo’s signature. He seemed busy with something but immediately acknowledged her through the bond. Hello cyar’ika he crooned in her mind. She shivered involuntarily, his deep smooth voice hitting her deep. She hears him chuckle lowly at her physical response to him. Does my wife need her husband for something?

She blushed hotly at his comment, turning her cup in her hands. He always knew when she needed him, sometimes even before she knew herself. He always said he could tell by her magick. You know I always need you my love she says as she sends him a vision of them christening their new home here in New York.

She hears him growl in response, his hunger rising hotly. That’s not fair, cyar'ika, now I am distracted. How am I going to finish this consultation when I have visions of you naked and on your knees in my head. She smiles at his complaints, loving how easy it is to provoke him.

Well do your best love she responds, turning back to her workstation. She hears him scoff as she logs into her laptop and wills more coffee into her empty cup. The computer screen alights with new messages. I see your busy cyar’ika so I’ll let you concentrate. I’ll have dinner ready at six, but after you’re mine he says as he closes the connection.

I’ll always be yours my love she thinks as she takes one more sip of her coffee before grabbing her blue light glasses. She pulls up her email, seeing a response for her application for paid leave. She smiles wider seeing her request was approved, starting tomorrow. She opens a new screen, beginning her email to her teams. Four more hours and she will be safely home and in the arms of her loving vampire husband, hopefully who will be in agreement with her life changing decision.

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Kylo shuts the oven door, covering their roast chicken with aluminum foil to keep the skin from getting too crispy. He sighs as he checks his smart watch. It’s 5:35pm and Rey should be home any minute. He doesn’t know why but he’s antsy. Maybe something is bothering Rey and by so bleeding through the bond.

He distracts himself by swiping away some useless notifications before seeing she texted him a couple minutes ago. Sorry love, subway lines were awful. Be home shortly <3. He sends a response, putting the rest of their dinner on low heat. Why she doesn’t Apparate everywhere he has no idea.

She clearly knows how to. It was a skill she easily mastered back in the beginning. But Rey always said she enjoyed the mundaneness of commuting like everyone else, even if it took more time. His stubborn little Fae.

He smiles at the thought of her. He finally found himself through her. That rotting emptiness in his chest was always meant to be filled by Rey. Having her there gave him the stability to figure out who he really was and what he wanted to do with his life. He thanked whatever random string of fate that connected them which led him to her.

He hears the door open and close, the sound of her flats slapping lightly against the hardwood floors. He stirs the risotto as a pair of warm arms wrap around his torso. “Hello my love” he says as he feels her lay her head between his shoulder blades. “Hello to you too” she says “this smells amazing.” He smiles as he takes the pot off the heat and turns, taking her in his arms.

“I’m glad you approve,” he says, kissing her lips lightly. She holds him close, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. He moans into her mouth, their tongues sliding against each other. He slides his hand down her curves, grabbing a handful of her ass. She keens as he kneads it, her fingers turning upwards to play with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Kylo” she breathes out, a soft sound shooting straight to his groin. He hums, nosing at her jaw. He revels at the scent of her blood right below her skin. Even after all this time, she still smelled amazing. “Kylo, while I would love to continue this, I think you would be a bit upset if we wasted all of this” she says as she rubs his shoulders with her hands.

He kisses her lips once more, reluctantly pulling away as Rey’s stomach rumbles loudly. He smirks, raising a strong eyebrow as her face flushes. “Guess that Greek salad is gone” he says, releasing her and turning back to the stove. She rolls her eyes, humming dismissively in response as she busies herself with the wine, dishes and cutlery.

Before long, they were seated at their small dinner table with a fabulous spread of food before them. Her favorite roasted vegetables topped with parmesan cheese accompanied truffle risotto and an herb roasted chicken along with salad and a fresh baguette. She dug in with gusto, moaning as soon as the rich flavors hit her tongue.

He smiled as he took a sip of his wine, his heart happy he can satisfy his woman in all ways. Her perfect lips were still a bit puffy from his kisses. He wanted to nip at them, taste them as they opened to scream his name… “How’d the rest of your day go today?” she asks, setting down her wine glass.

“Oh um” he says trying to clear his head of his lustful thoughts “good, after my consultations I looked into a personal lead. Found out there is another active bloodline living in Romania. Seems fitting right?” he chuckled. “Oh yes” she said laughing “makes sense a vampire’s family line would live in Romania, lemme guess they live in Transylvania?” He laughs fully at her candor. “You wish, but sadly no, they live in the Dobruja region.”

“Too bad” she says as she takes another bite, “are you going to contact them?” “No no I’m not. I think it would be for the best. They don’t need my legacy suddenly thrust on their shoulders, plus also don’t want to have to explain why and how we are related” he says, knowing what will happen next.

They have had this discussion over and over since starting the project. She will question why he is taking the time and energy to research his own family when he doesn’t plan on contacting. He will respond with it’s just nice to know they exist. It gives him closure that even though he was abandoned for being different, his family went on. Maybe one day through it he will find one with Supernatural abilities and they can reconnect. But right now it’s enough to know they are around.

She sighs, locking eyes with him. He stares into those beautiful eyes, so full of power and love for him. “I know we have discussed this, I just don’t want you hurt over it” she says lowly. He takes her hand in his and kisses it lightly. “It’s not I promise” he responds “it’s healing.”

She nods as his thumb rubs her knuckles, passing over her small diamond topped wedding band. “My offer still stands, Rey. We can do yours as well. Maybe some survived and are scattered somewhere…” “No” she interrupts sternly “I’ve made my peace with it. I know you're optimistic because of yours but I know mine are gone. But I have a new family now. You and Vic and Jess and Asher and the others, that’s my family.”

Her words hit deep, suddenly feeling sick for doing this to her again. She is right. She has a family. He is her family and will be forever if she only asked. He would gladly turn her but he wants it to be her choice. If and when that happens it would make her the happiest man on this earth.

She turns her hand in his, squeezing it softly. “Kylo, I need to talk to you about something,” she says. He nods as he takes her other hand in his. He can feel her nervousness, immediately sending a wave of calming energy to her. She smiles at his thoughtfulness.

“I have done a lot of thinking and I wanted to ask you if you will turn me. I’m ready to take the next step” she says. His eyes widen as his brain short-circuits. Does she really want this? He knows he has dreamed of this, but never thought he would actually have the honor of doing it.

She seemed to take his silence as indecision. “Look, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve done a lot of research as well and I think we fit the ideal situation. They say it’s easier when your significant other is the one doing it and when it’s a mutual decision rather than forced. Kylo, I don’t want to force you. You don’t have to agree right away and I understand if you’re apprehensive…”

She gasps as he quickly stands and crowds her, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms. He kisses her roughly, pillaging her mouth with his tongue. Her legs wrap around his waist as he wills the kitchen lights off and bolts to their bedroom, not wanting to waste another second.

He sighs as he sets her down on the bed, blinking away tears. He tears his lips from hers and watches her pant lightly with wide eyes. “Kylo what…” Yes cyar’ika I will” he rasps, his fingers tracing her jaw line “I have been waiting for this day. You know I would’ve waited forever for you to ask.”

Her eyes fill with tears as well as he takes her lips again, their kisses slower and more sensual. Their emotions spur their magick to thicken in the air. Her fingers fist at his sweater as he kisses her neck, his fingers working quickly to remove her blouse and pants.

She gasps as he rips off her blouse, exposing her luscious skin to him. His tongue immediately traces the curve of her breast, loving the feel of her golden lines under his tongue. He tears down her bra with his teeth, latching on with a groan. Her hands instantly go into his hair, tugging just the way he likes it. “Kylo” she pleads as he runs a fang over her taut nipple, her back arching towards him.

He growls as he flips her onto her stomach, pulling down her pants and underwear. He stares at her already wet cunt as he disrobes quickly. “Don’t move” he says lowly as he pulls down his boxers, exposing his already leaking cock. She wiggles her ass in response, turning her head to give him a seductive smile as she curves her back to give him a better angle. It’s the look she gives when she wants him to take control and be rough with her.

He growls again, gripping her hips and pulling her back to the edge of bed. He snarls into her hair as she rubs herself on his cock. “You little cock slut” he says, smacking her ass hard and pushing himself all the way in one fluid motion, making her choke on her scream.

She is always so ready for him, perfectly wet and still tight now matter how often they fucked. His eyes roll back in his head as he leans back, pulling himself almost all the way out before slamming back in. He hears her keen out a yes as he sets an intense pace, wrapping his hand around her neck just like she likes it.

She clinches around him, her body’s natural response to his hand around her neck. He squeezes lightly as she curves her back and hips up more, applying more pressure. The change of angle is exquisite, allowing him to fuck her deeper.

“Kylo yes, yes. Fuck I love you” she gasps out as he locks his arm under her breasts, lifting her upright onto his thighs. Her hand goes to his hair, gripping it to keep his face near her neck. They both moan as she begins to rotate her hips, meeting his thrusts. He turns his hand to expose more of her neck, nipping at her freckled skin. Her grip on his hair tightens, sending shock waves of pleasure down his spine.

“Cyar’ika” he says roughly through his pants, his hips snapping faster against her ass. He can feel she is close, her pants and moans rising along with his. His hunger flares, drawing him to her veins under her now bruised skin.

Her hips rock back quicker, her walls fluttering around him as he begins to nose at her neck. Like her body knows and craves the bite. He lets his hunger rise, his fangs instantly lengthening. His orgasm is building. He pulls her closer onto him, supporting her entirely. His hand leaves her neck and heads south, teasing at her clit.

“Come for me love” he grits out, his fangs pricking at her neck. He feels her shudder at his plea, her lines raising under his fingertips. He tries his best to wait for her to crest but his hunger wins out, quickly piercing her skin with his fangs. She seizes around him, screaming his name as her orgasm rocks her body. He groans at the combined feeling of her and the taste of her blood singing on his tongue.

His fangs sink in deeper, groaning her name as he spills into her. He can feel their shared bliss in the magick swimming around them. She sags in his arms as he rocks his hips gently, continuing to feed. “Hmm Kylo so good” she slurs, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He hums at her skin, kissing and licking up the last of her blood as he wills the wound to close.

He licks his lips, clearing them of most of her blood as he lays her back on the bed. He places soft kisses on her shoulders and back of her neck as he removes himself from her. She groans softly as she shifts to her side, opening her arms to him. He smiles and lays down as well, wrapping her up in him.

She peppers his chest with kisses as they come down. “Is it always going to be this amazing?” she says, giggling softly. He chuckles as he kisses the top of her head. “I hope so, but only we can decide that. Seems it's going pretty well so far.” She giggles again, her smile widening on her face as she shifts up in the bed to face him.

She is gorgeously ravaged, her skin dewy and her eyes bright. He smooths her wild hair away from her face and kisses her swollen lips. “I love you Rey” he whispers “and I want to spend eternity with you.” “I want that too” she responds, kissing him back “can we start now?”

He jaw ticks at her request. “You know it takes time Rey, I don’t think that would be smart…” “I took time off Kylo” she interrupts, moving closer so their noses just touch. “I told you I have been thinking about this for a while. I have paid time off for three weeks. We can do it here or up at the cabin, whatever you feel more comfortable with.”

He stares at her amazed. She really did think about this and plan how she wanted this to go. How did he get so lucky? “Please Kylo” she says, eyes wide. “You never cease to amaze me cyar’ika. In that case yes we can do it now. But let’s do it here, I already have provisions here and it’s best you transition in a place you are comfortable in” he says, shifting up onto his elbow.

She nods happily as a sudden wave of nervousness passes through him. He's never turned anyone before and he wants to do this right. She seems to sense it because she places a hand on his chest above his heart. “Kylo, it's just us and it’s what we want. The ritual of it is not important.” He nods, knowing she is right.

He kisses her lips once more as he sits up fully, lifting her into his lap. “Now would you like to get cleaned up prior? I can run you a bath” he asks. “No baby I don’t want to lose the moment” she says as she places her hand on his scarred cheek “it is an act of passion is it not?” He smiles softly and nods, adjusting her in his arms.

“I love you Rey” he murmurs as he shuts his eyes, allowing his hunger to flow to the forefront. He feels his fangs lengthen once more, still stained red from his earlier bite. Her blood pumping through her veins echoes loudly in his ears. He opens his now blood red eyes and looks at her, silently asking for her consent.

She nods as he lifts his wrist to his mouth and bites the thin skin there. Dark blood trickles from the wound down his forearm almost instantly. It’s a surreal experience for him to see and taste his own blood. He removes his fangs and turns it towards her. She grasps his arm gently and brings it to her mouth, her tongue peaking out to take a tentative lick.

He gasps as soon as they connect, a sense of rightness flooding the bond. She must sense it as well, her mouth opening wider and sealing over his wound with a contented sigh. His eyes flutter at the sensation of her taking his blood into her, remaking her into something new.

She takes a final lick and looks up at him with heavy laden eyes, her mouth reddened by his blood. He kisses her quickly, already feeling her start to fade. “Rest cyar’ika I will be here when you wake” he says. She nods and lays her head on his shoulder, allowing the magick to consume her at last.

He scoots his body down, laying her next to him. She looks so peaceful in his arms, his fingers absentmindedly caressing her bloody lips. Soon she will wake and will need him to learn how to control her hunger. He will gladly take on the burden for her. For she gave him purpose and showed him he could live and enjoy his life, the one he has made with her.

Here we are...the HEA Epilogue 😭❤️ I think we can all say they deserve it.

I want to thank everyone single one of you who have taken the time to following/liking/commenting/kudos-ing. This was my first Dark fic and your support let me go where the story needed to. It means more than you'll ever know ❤️ ❤️ If you like please leave a like here or on A03❤️

A huge thank you to my wonderfly amazing Beta @mrs-zimmerman for everything. love you girlfriend❤️

I have plenty more ideas so I hope you stick around 🥰😜

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corujalesbica · 1 year

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Why would you wear black to a wedding - chapter 2

Wednesday woke up in terrible pain. She had a massive headache, her muscles were all sore and she had that lingering fear of waking up after a nightmare. It was great. The girl got up, it was already six am and she was very late for her morning guillotine use practice. To be very honest she had been tired, she was summoned hours after she went to sleep, and then for some reason agreed to fake date a werewolf.

A pretty girl her age before her, looking at her with shiny eyes, and Wednesday wanted to leave. She had turned down requests from summoners before, and she would do it again. One time, someone summoned her thinking her mom would answer, and that was a very awkward conversation to have. But despite her complaints about "human beings and their annoying behavior" Wednesday loved the curse. She had been waiting for it her whole life, and the feeling of her soul being sucked from her body was always so horrifically good.

Not to mention that every time she answered a request, the girl gained power as a witch. She got stronger and stronger, to the point she was fairly sure she could defeat a monster as powerful as a vampire in a fight. So really, it should've been easy to walk away. She had everything. She didn't need the magic the job would give her.

But as golden curls and blue eyes stood in front of her, she got stuck. That girl was an interesting being. She shone more than the stars at night, and talked like her life depended on it. Wednesday found that fascinating. Well, she did find most social being considerably interesting. How could one form relationships so strong as to endure the hardships of life ? How did people connect so easily, so fast ? It had taken her a lifetime of good occurrences to trust her very best friend, Eugene. But some people made friends like it was as easy as killing flowers. Some people shined like stars.

The eldest Addams child turned back to her room, as her brother once again escaped the guillotine and ran downstairs, probably to try and explode something. She opened an old drawer in the attic where the guillotine was, dozens of cursed notebooks to choose from staring back at her. She got one with a black leather cover, and opened in the first page, quite enjoying herself when a beetle got out of it and ran through her hair. In the first line she wrote :

Enid Sinclair , an analysis of werewolf relationships and interactions

She spent the rest of the morning writing.

Wednesday knocked on the door, she read somewhere that was polite. The girl who had summoned her the night before - Enid - opened it, seeming quite confused for a moment, before she pulled the witch in and closed the door behind her.

"I am prepared" The girl in black said as she sat on the very edge of the pink bed. Now that the lights were on, she realized the room was quite colorful, and that made her dizzy. She didn't want to touch the pink too much, afraid it might make the sinking feeling in her chest worse.

"Prepared for…?" Enid sat in front of her, with her legs crossed and a questioning expression.

"Prepared for the wedding, of course." Was that girl dumb ? "I made some research on werewolf weddings and traditions in general. I have some graphics if you want to see them." She added after a pause.

"Oh… I mean, I thought we were gonna get ready together." The werewolf looked down "But it's okay! I'm sure we can still learn tons about each other before tonight. It's only two pm after all."

"Tonight ? What do you mean, wasn't the wedding on Sunday ? Today 's Friday."

"Hum… Sorry I didn't know how to tell you this yesterday, my mom wants to meet you _ well, to met the girl I'm ' going out with ' before the ceremony. I tried to make her back down but she insists on it." Enid was playing with strands of hair, and scratching her scalp as she talked. " I'm sorry"

" It is okay. I prepared myself for unusual situations". Wednesday took her notebook from her bag. " This is an unusual summoning job. Usually I just kill someone, deliver their head and call it a day."

Enid looked at her like she had many questions, but ultimately decided against saying anything.

"OK so first things first." The girl in pink said after taking herself a notebook from her shelf. " We gotta get to know each other, my moms probably gonna ask a lot. So, I wrote down some things you have to know about me and some questions for you, now, if you don't want to actually talk about your life which I totally get since I'm a stranger and all we could invent a couple lies to cover you. So I'm thinking you are an astronaut and-"

"Why would I want to lie ? That sounds harder than just talking about my real life." Wednesday would never get how other people worked, she thought. Pink girl had such a weird brain.

"I mean, if you want to talk about your life life you can do that I just wanted you to feel comfortable and all…"

"I feel terrible. This nauseating colors make me want to kill myself in the most horrible way." Wednesday closed her eyes, and breathed in slowly. "It's great."

Enid wanted to argue against that confusing logic but kept her mouth shut. "Anyways" she said, " I made you a quiz on me! There are some questions and then you just have to click on the little squares to see the answers."

Wednesday furrowed her brows. "All the due offense, why would I want a quiz on you ?"

"So we can get to know each other, silly! I just explained it! It's all part of my plan."

" You have a plan ? No offense, but you don't seem like the plan tipe."

"I don't have a plan, I have the most awesome plan."

"Enlighten me then, pretty pink girl." Enid's cheeks turned red at that, but Wednesday didn't think much of it. She was used to seeing people turn red when she hanged them and such.

"Well" The girl says looking away "I was thinking we could say we had a meet cute in a coffee shop and started talking then. Maybe sending letters to each other ? I know they're outdated but they're so roman-"

" Why would I be in a coffee shop though ?"

"That's what you have a problem with ? Ok, Hum, maybe you needed some coffee I guess, since it's what they huh, sell there and all that"

"I don't drink coffee. Needing caffeine to wake up is for the week. If I'm feeling tired I'll drink the blood of my fallen enemies mixed with some monster."

"In that case, maybe you needed coffee for a potion or something ?"

"There is a very specific type of poison that requires caffeine. I like the way you think, pink girl."

" I have a name, you know. It's Enid."

"I will read your notes and do your silly quiz then, Enid."

They fell into comfortable silence then, after Enid handed Wednesday the notes and Wednesday gave her "The book of torture, a essencial read to get to know me." The pictures and description in it were absolutely nasty, just as Wednesday loved, and Enid seemed to be having a hard time reading it. "I'll take one for the team" she said when Wednesday asked about it.

She didn't know they were a team.

Four hours of conversation and silence both, had passed before Wednesday remembered she never actually explained the Addams family ritual to Enid. She thought if she was gonna be a sacrifice, she'd like to know so perhaps she should tell pink girl about the ritual, but just as she opened her mouth to speak the door slammed open.

"Enid, honey! I am…" the woman's eyes landed on Wednesday. She was an older version of Enid, still, something about her felt inherently different. "...home."

Wednesday snorted.

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Nhe not sure about the dialogue flow on this one. Also I'm sorry it's a bit shorter, I wanted to divide their conversation about their shaninigans and the dinner with the Sinclairs so the next will be like chapter 2 B kinda. Anywayysss. That's it for today thank you if you've read all that!!

#lgbtq #sapphic #lesbian #wenclair #wednesday fanfic #wednesday 2022 #enid x wednesday #enid sinclair #autistic wednesday addams

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justkeeponsimming · 1 year

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As Reed’s girlfriend, Ivy, enters her third trimester - Reed starts showing some telling symptoms herself.

Ivy’s pregnancy was confirmed after a romantic encounter between the three girlfriends - Ivy, Kana and Reed. They spent the night together after Reed’s sibling, Bell’s, wedding. There have been cheeky Social Bunny posts since the wedding from various relatives wondering if there will be announcements for any more children.

Well, Reed may have to add to that total. Her potential pregnancy follows several woohoos with her girlfriend, Kana. Since Kana quit her office job and began working from home, she’s had time to embrace her inner werewolf. Now, she’s happier and healthier than she’s ever been. Plus, she’s far more giving to her partners - both physically and emotionally!

So, it stands to reason that Reed may be carrying Kana’s child this time. What a blessing it would be if the three partners had children with each other - a piece of them all reflected in the next generation. Plus, the girlfriends have put their music career on hold again - so Reed’s pregnancy comes at a great time.

For now, Reed’s going to manage her symptoms and take a pregnancy test later to confirm her suspicions. She wants to keep Ivy at the forefront of her mind, as she’s almost due to give birth!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #differences in the family tree #ditft #quick legacy gen 7 #reed quick #legacy challenge

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my-head-is-an-animal · 2 years

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Beneath The Skin

Relationship: Remus Lupin x OFC

Summary: This is the story of one young woman's struggle with pain, inner pain, mental pain, physical pain, psychological pain, every kind of pain you can imagine. Remus Lupin understands pain, he wants her to understand that it doesn't mean you can't feel anything else, he wants her to understand that pain has absolutely nothing on love.

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING, heavy mentions of self-harm and suicidal tendencies, pain, angst, loss of parents, trust issues. 18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 27 - Everything That Begins, Must End

Rosaline was a little uncomfortable with the attention she got over her engagement, but luckily it was only Tonks who couldn’t contain her excitement, everyone else just congratulated her and allowed her the room to simply be happy and get on with her job. There was still a war going on and every day they fought could easily have been their last, the ring on her finger was a reminder that she had something worth fighting for more now than she ever had before.

Sirius had been happier than she’d ever seen him and the second she got to Grimmauld Place after the announcement, he caught her in a hug that was just a little too tight for comfort, making Remus step in and run his soothing hands over her shoulders where Sirius had squeezed a little too tightly.

They’d spent the evening drinking and celebrating, Rosaline being careful not to just drink because Sirius was filling her glass, otherwise she’d end up with another famous Black hangover.

Remus had welcomed her into his cottage and encouraged her to treat it like her own home, before full on inviting her to live with him a couple of months later. It was a nerve-racking experience, the knowledge that she didn’t really have many things, got to her more than she thought it would. Remus was there to help her settle in and even cleared space for her books and music and helped her make the cottage feel more like her home as well.

Rosaline was beginning to understand it now, war left no room for hesitation or doubt, any day could be someone’s last and if you left anything unsaid, it would remain so forever. They continued to write letters to each other any time one of them needed to leave early in the morning, or even if there was a possibility that they wouldn’t be home for a few days.

The wedding, they decided, would be small to suit both of their needs to not be in the limelight. Sirius and Tonks were invited as was Kingsley who they wanted to officiate.

Remus didn’t seem to care much about the planning of the wedding, he just wanted it to happen as soon as possible so that he could call her his wife. There was, however, one thing that Remus was worried about.

Rosaline had kept quiet about the murmurs she was hearing at the ministry, but none of them were beyond Remus’s range of hearing. Umbridge was making strides in what she was calling ‘Anti-Werewolf Legislation’ and it was making the Order nervous. Rosaline didn’t care much about it, stating to Tonks that she would take on Umbridge herself before she took any of her rubbish.

It was beyond her comprehension how someone could intentionally make life more difficult for anyone, werewolf or not. It was just inhumane and Rosaline had the heart of a lion, she wouldn’t back down on her views, something that Fischer and Dawlish found out the hard way.

Kingsley had to step between Rosaline and the two men twice her size in order to negotiate peace, but Rosaline didn’t back down until they apologised. Fischer did quickly after Rosaline threatened to bring her wand out, but Dawlish just scoffed.

‘This is what you get Shacklebolt, when you hire the daughter of a Death Eater, the insanity runs in the blood.’

Mad-Eye, who had refused to help either side of the argument, stopped his giggling at the two grown men getting intimidated by such a small woman, even he knew bringing her mother into the equation was a very bad idea. Rosaline didn’t bother with magic, she launched herself at Dawlish landing a punch square in his chest and another cracking a bone in his jaw, before Kingsley lifted her small frame up and off of the groaning man.

Mad-Eye restrained her and Tonks did her best to help, but Rosaline had a fiery temper that showed itself on those very rare occasions, there was a very good reason for that. She was a force to be reckoned with and they all knew it.

‘That’s enough!’ Kingsley boomed. ‘Tonks, get Dawlish to a Healer, I’ll deal with him later. Carter, in my office. Now!’

Rosaline knew she was in trouble, but she didn’t care. She took a deep breath and tried to focus, before marching into Kingsley’s office, with him hot on her heels. He shut the door, but not before putting up a silencing charm, something he made sure the entire office could see.

‘Take a breath, Rosie.’ Kingsley suddenly said with a much kinder voice and it only left Rosaline confused. ‘Dawlish is a moron if he thinks insulting you is a good idea, but your actions were outright idiotic.’ Rosaline understood she was being scolded but there was no venom in his words, it was almost like a friendly warning. ‘Rosie, we’re in the middle of a war that the minister is refusing to fight, ignoring the problem instead of dealing with it. Do not create further divides within, we need all the allies we can get. Our work will not be ignored forever, but we need to be prepared for the moment the minister sees reason. You need to keep that temper under control, save your anger for the real fight.’

Rosaline nodded taking another deep breath and trying to calm herself down.

‘I will speak with Dawlish about his actions and how stupid it was to rile you up,’ Kingsley grinned. ‘Just get on with that cabinet and if anyone asks, I’ve given you a stern warning.’ He winked at Rosaline, which made her feel considerably better. ‘Get some ice on those hands, you’ll feel it soon enough.’

Rosaline nodded again and was eventually allowed to leave Kingsley office, she went straight into her own, making no eye contact with anyone and sat down in front of the cabinet in the corner. She took out the locket and looked down at the two smiling faces of the people who loved her the most.

It was safe to say that Remus wasn’t best pleased when Rosaline got home that evening, she was exhausted and so Remus didn’t scold her completely, but he did look after her and help her recover from the ordeal. He wasn’t stupid and Rosaline knew he’d asked Kingsley about what happened when suddenly he stopped giving her less than pleased looks whenever it was mentioned at an Order meeting.

The wedding was upon them much sooner that Rosaline was ready for, they’d gone away to a secluded village in Scotland and married away from prying eyes. Rosaline was so incredibly nervous, Tonks told her a hundred times over how she was beautiful in her simple cream dress, she wasn’t one for heels and Remus didn’t mind her flats. He cried a little when he saw her, he looked so handsome in his dark suit and Sirius just couldn’t contain his happiness escaping as laughter every so often.

It wasn’t a long ceremony, Kingsley cut out anything that Rosaline and Remus didn’t care about, all they wanted to was to be together, to love each other and to spend the rest of their lives making each other happy. Remus slid the plain silver ring against Rosaline’s engagement ring and said ‘I do’. He kissed her gently and Rosaline soon forgot that anyone else existed, all she could feel was his warm lips and her body burning away the pain, replacing it with the warm glow that was Remus’s love.

Kingsley had to leave to get back to the ministry and Tonks made sure that Sirius got back to Grimmauld Place without being spotted. Soon, it was just the two of them looking out at the beautiful view of the village and feeling the ache in their cheeks from how much they were smiling.

Remus couldn’t stop kissing her and every time he did, it sent a wave of pleasure through her soul, enough to replace any pain she’d ever felt. They danced quietly to Blue Valentine and Rosaline loved the moment Remus told her it was quickly becoming his favourite album as well. She loved that she could share something with him and have him love it as much as her. Rosaline suddenly wanted to share everything she loved with him in the hopes that he would love it as well.

The moment the sun set and they’d drunk the rest of their champagne and laughed until their stomachs hurt, they closed the door to their room in the Inn they were staying at, and spent the whole night making intense and tender love to each other.

Rosaline’s body igniting with every delicate touch, soft kiss, swipe of the tongue and whispered word that Remus provided. She’d never felt so good in all her life and she knew it was all because Remus simply loved her. She hoped he could feel her love, it was just as deep and only reserved for him.

They spent the rest of their honeymoon listening to music, walking around, talking about things that didn’t really matter and making love to each other any chance they got. It was important to Rosaline that they spend the time together and not waste any of not doing exactly what they wanted to do together.

They got back from their week long honeymoon just after the Easter holidays, fully expecting to get caught up in their responsibilities to the ministry and the Order. Remus had hoped their week together had been enough for Rosaline, it wasn’t extravagant, neither of them could afford anything more than a week in a cheap Inn, but once again, she didn’t seem to care. Rosaline only seemed to care that he was happy and that he wasn’t worried about anything beyond themselves.

Remus took every opportunity he had to kiss her and remind her that he loved her, the war was making him panic more and more every day that he was running out of time to spend with her. He couldn’t predict the future or influence it in any way, but he could spend whatever time they had left devoting himself to Rosaline and he planned on doing just that.

‘There he is!’ Sirius cheered one morning when Remus went to visit Grimmauld Place, Bill Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher were the only other two people in the whole house. Sirius hugged Remus and gave him a proper congratulations on getting married, as did Bill and Mundungus. ‘I’ve got a couple of photos upstairs for you to show Rosie, she looks great in them.’

Sirius disappeared and Remus couldn’t help chuckling at his friend. He’d been keeping all the photos in a box beneath his bed, getting them out to show Rosaline on occasion, or just to look at her picture when she wasn’t around.

‘Congratulations Remus, you must be a very happy man.’ Bill smiled his signature Weasley smile, kind by nature and a little cheeky at the edges.

‘Very much so.’ Remus nodded. ‘It was good to spend a little time away from things as well, I think Rosaline needed the rest.’

‘Hope you didn’t get too much rest, wedding night must’ve been a wild one.’ Mundungus gave a greasy wink and a smile, but neither Remus nor Bill thought it particularly appropriate and so said nothing. There was no need for Remus to give the details of any night spent with Rosaline to anyone, least of all someone like him.

Sirius came back just in time and showed Remus the photos. He was right, Rosaline looked stunning, her thick, dark hair curled around her shoulders, the soft, cream material of the dress, clinging onto to every curve she had and her beautifully bright green eyes shining out above the sweet freckles of her cheeks. She was so beautiful.

When he showed her the photos, she wasn’t too convinced of her beauty, but Remus continued to tell her that she was in the hopes that one day she may think a little more of her appearance. But for the time being, he was happy enough to call Rosaline Carter, now Lupin, his wife.

‘You…’ she stopped him one evening just as he was about to ascend the stairs to bed. ‘You know that you’re handsome… right?’ Her cheeks flushed pink and Remus couldn’t stop his grin.

‘I’m glad that you think so.’ He said and took her hand in his, kissing gently. ‘Maybe one day, we’ll both realise we’re insanely good looking people.’

That made her giggle and Remus took her up to bed, holding her close and trying to hard to see himself as she saw him, he failed miserably, but as long as she thought he was handsome, he could live with himself happily.

Remus had kept his ears open for the information flowing in and out of Grimmauld Place, trying to keep both himself and Rosaline updated as much as possible and piece together anything that seemed out of place. The news came that Umbridge was making life very difficult for Harry and the others, but there was little he or Sirius could do talking to them through the fire, she hated half-breeds and Sirius was a convict supposedly on the run. The only thing they could tell him was to keep his head down and try not to anger her too much otherwise it’ll just continue to get worse for them.

Remus was sure that Harry wouldn’t take their advice and tried to think of anything he could do to help, even if it was simply distracting her attention away from Harry, but Rosaline wouldn’t stand for it, she’d already stood up for him with Dawlish, there was no telling her reaction to a woman she hated more with each passing day.

Rosaline had yet to fix the vanishing cabinet, unable to latch onto anything resembling the sister cabinet, she explained that there was a good chance that it was no longer in existence. Dumbledore had escaped the ministry which he claimed was probably a good thing for now, it meant he could do more hands on work, whatever that really meant, no one actually knew, but no one asked.

Overall, married life was not what either Remus or Rosaline expected, but Remus had been struggling to find any work to keep himself afloat, he hardly expected a life of luxury and Rosaline seemed to get by just fine, not caring about money or even comfort some days. He really had been incredibly lucky to have married her, she was there for him after every full moon, they bathed together, she massaged his aching muscles and held him while he slept it off, she didn’t even ask for anything for herself on those mornings. Remus was insistent that he make it up to her when he felt better, but the only thing she wanted was to listen to music, kiss him and occasionally make love to him.

He did everything he could to be a good husband, to be the husband he thought she deserved, but some days when the assignments and missions became too much, he felt like he was failing. Reality was starting to hit, with the strides the anti-werewolf legislation was making, it was clear that more and more restrictions were being put on his ability to provide for her and the stress was starting to show.

‘You know that I don’t care, right?’ Rosaline said, quietly into shoulder one night when they were relaxing in front of the fire. She was exhausted and neither of them could be bothered to cook, so just found some leftovers to put on a plate and picked at it whenever they felt the energy to do so. ‘The Aurors department need me, Kingsley said so himself, said it would take four good crafters to do what I do in a day and it would be far too expensive to replace me.’

She was trying to make him smile and he hated to admit that it worked. ‘You’re irreplaceable, you don’t have to tell me that.’ Remus turned to kiss her hair, inhaling his favourite smell that was her jasmine shampoo. He’d let slip at one point when they were showering together that he loved the smell and ever since then, she’d gently teased him about his heightened sense of smell, because no one else had ever mentioned it before, even Tonks.

Remus ran his thumb over her two rings, satisfied that this was his life now, his wife resting against his shoulder, a fire keeping them warm and music filling the silence around them.

‘I want you to have everything you deserve,’ Remus said, looking down at their rings. ‘I’m worried that I can’t give it to you anymore, despite how much I want to and how much I am trying.’

‘I think you think I deserve more than I actually do,’ Rosaline smiled into his neck, making his skin warm as he felt her lips moving against him. ‘I think, from what you have told me, I deserve to be happy, which I am, and I deserve to be loved, which I am. Everything else is just a bonus, but I don’t really need anything else.’

Remus smiled and let out a content sigh. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘You’ll tell me the second you’re not happy, won’t you? The second you don’t feel loved.’

Rosaline moved so that she was looking straight at him. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever not feel your love.’ She said and placed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.

They went to bed early and for a while they just held each other, and once again Remus felt happy existing only within that moment with Rosaline, everything else didn’t matter.

‘I just can’t believe you’ve taken so many pictures.’ Rosaline groaned, hiding her face in her hands, everyone laughing at the sight of Sirius once again pulling out photographs of them all from his pocket.

Remus decided to spend the evening at Grimmauld Place, mostly to visit Sirius, but also to catch up with Tonks and Kingsley, who had arrived on a rare evening off from work. Remus had his arm draped around his wife’s chair, keeping her close and finally being able to love her without feeling like they were hiding their relationship.

‘Memories are important,’ Sirius stated. ‘And when the day comes where we’re all sitting in our rocking chairs and are unable to recall the day that Tonks changed into an old woman to scare Mundungus, you’ll be glad I took so many photographs.’

‘If you carry on, I won’t let you make it into that rocking chair.’ Rosaline grumbled, again making everyone laugh.

‘Oh, Rosie, this is a good one of you.’ Tonks said, showing her a picture of Rosaline pranking Sirius and winking at the camera that Remus had been holding.

‘Okay that one I’m not so keen on.’ Sirius joked and they continued to remember what they were doing in each picture.

Rosaline kept looking at Remus who just smiled at her, making her blush a little.

‘Hey, where is that camera anyway?’ Kingsley asked.

‘Oh, you mean… this camera?’ Sirius pointed his wand to the other end of the table and everyone looked in time for the flash to blind them all and set them off in a fit of laughter.

The good time was interrupted when the call came from Snape. Mad-Eye arrived in time to go with them to the ministry and help Harry and the other children out of a very sticky spot with a group of Death Eaters. What were they doing at the ministry?

‘I’ll get Harry, just keep the others safe.’ Sirius said, rushing off towards Harry with Remus not far behind.

Rosaline kept her wits about her, she and Tonks getting the kids to a safe spot, defending them from incoming spells, she could see Remus fighting off Lucius and Sirius holding back any spell fired close to Harry.

Mad-Eye was fending off two of them and Rosaline felt her usual need to help wherever she could. She darted over and sent spells flying at one Death Eater she recognised as Rodolphus Lestrange, while Mad-Eye dealt with the other. These were the Death Eaters that had escaped Azkaban, she’d not told Remus how worried she was about it, particularly as one of them was Bellatrix Lestrange, a woman her mother hated, but she should have done, she should have told him she was scared and been honest every time he asked if she was okay.

Rosaline looked just in time to see Bellatrix sending a curse towards Sirius, who was slowly falling back into the veil, her heart immediately hurt, he couldn’t be gone.

Suddenly Harry was rushing towards the veil, with Remus catching him and restraining him, telling him he was gone over his screams for his godfather. Rosaline felt her knees give in and the tears began flowing freely.

‘Harry, he’s dead!’ Remus shouted, but Harry just wouldn’t take his word for it. Dumbledore had arrived and helped round up the rest of the Death Eaters, but Bellatrix and a couple of others had escaped through a narrow corridor. Rosaline saw her smiling at Harry and knew that she was the reason that Sirius was dead.

Rosaline jumped to her feet and ran after Bellatrix, not wanting her to escape justice, but Harry had already began sprinting and managed to get through to the atrium before her. Rosaline was a surprisingly fast sprinter from all the years of practice when she and her mother were attacked and she was told to keep running.

She caught up to Harry and immediately blocked a spell from Lestrange, who cackled.

‘Look who it is,’ she said in her sickening voice. ‘It’s baby Carter.’

‘Stay behind me Harry.’ Rosaline commanded, making sure that she held Harry in place to stop him doing anything stupid.

‘What? You think you can protect him?’ Rosaline braced herself for what was coming. ‘Your dear old mum couldn’t protect you, the dirty traitor she was!’

Rosaline felt her temper flaring and it was showing, she felt something fiery attempting to burst from within her. She kept her wand raised and her eyes firmly on Lestrange.

‘Such a shame I wasn’t there,’ she continued to taunt Rosaline, but she wouldn’t break. ‘I heard from the Carrows it was a sight to behold, even Yaxley was bragging about killing off that filthy bitch-‘

Suddenly something red and violent burst from Rosaline’s wand and hit Bellatrix square in the chest. She screamed in pain and Rosaline felt her anger almost blinding her.

Harry began panicking about something and it was only then that Rosaline saw the face of Lord Voldemort looking on, bemused more than anything. Bellatrix started laughing through her pain and once again, Rosaline didn’t hesitate in dragging Harry behind her so that she could block anything they threw at him. She was terrified, she’d never seen Voldemort in person before and for the longest time, counted herself very lucky.

‘Such a pity,’ the cold, silky voice penetrated Rosaline’s bones in a way that was all too familiar. ‘Your mother was such an intelligent woman, if only she had chosen the right side, if only she had thought about what was best for you, perhaps she would have survived.’

Rosaline swallowed nervously, she suddenly realised that Remus was devastated at losing Sirius, the Order members were looking after the children and Dumbledore probably had no idea where they were. She wasn’t sure she could take on both Bellatrix and Voldemort and protect Harry at the same time. Surely this was it, she was about to die.

‘I knew of her betrayal the moment your father revealed you to me despite all she did to hide you, courageous, but stupid.’ Voldemort continued while Bellatrix had begun recovering. ‘Such a pretty young thing you were, you would have made such a strong member-‘

‘You’re lying.’ Rosaline found her voice, she couldn’t let Voldemort spit his lies and allow Bellatrix to recover and outnumber her like this.

‘I do not lie.’ He snapped and Rosaline could see a very short temper of his own, maybe she could use it to her advantage. ‘I suppose she never told you who your father really was, did she? I’m hardly surprised, it would have brought such shame upon his family… the name Lestrange means so much these days.’

Rosaline felt her whole being freeze, the only thing that took her attention was Bellatrix beginning to cackle and the shape of Rodolphus Lestrange appearing in the shadows behind Voldemort. Rosaline felt sick to her stomach, she could see from where she was standing a layer of freckles covering the man’s cheeks, they were exactly like her own and at that point there was no real denying it.

But still, it couldn’t be true, surely her mother would not have… not with him. Rosaline suddenly raised her dropping wand, remembering she was there to do a job.

‘Rosie.’ Rodolphus’s voice was soft like hers, low and rarely used for volume. Rosaline wanted to throw up. ‘Perhaps you would allow me to explain,’ Rosaline could see Bellatrix getting to her feet, she stepped back pushing Harry out of their sight, keeping him protected, that was her focus and she needed to remember that. ‘You look just like your mother-‘

‘Did you kill her?’ Rosaline found herself asking.

‘No,’ Rodolphus said immediately and for some reason Rosaline believed him. ‘I loved her, but my duty was to the Dark Lord and she was losing her faith in him… I tried to help her, but she had already made mistakes that I couldn’t undo.’

‘You mean she started to see reason and do the right thing.’

Voldemort suddenly started laughing a strange and unnatural laugh. ‘She is a fighter!’ He applauded and Bellatrix started laughing as well.

‘Must get that from dear old mummy.’ Bellatrix cackled and Rodolphus shot her a look that quietened her.

‘Bellatrix, give me one moment of peace with my daughter!’

‘Rosie, what’s happening?’ Harry whispered and honestly Rosaline had no idea. Clearly the Lestranges didn’t love each other, they probably hated each other, but that was no excuse for their behaviour.

‘Rosie,’ Rodolphus stepped towards her. ‘Please, lower your wand.’

‘Did you send the Death Eaters after us?’ Rosaline demanded.

‘He didn’t have the stomach, I had to do it.’ Bellatrix interrupted, Rosaline felt her arm lowering just slightly, there were far too many thoughts going through her head, she couldn’t focus and the pain began taking over, the memory of her mother dying was replaying over and over again in the back of her mind. ‘Didn’t stop him telling them to make it quick though, did it?’

Rosaline’s flare of rage was a full blown fire and her wand snapped back up and directed at the three of them.

‘Rosie, I just want you to know that I did love you,’ Rodolphus stepped forward a little more. ‘And if I could have spared her, I would have.’

Rosaline could feel the white hot tears burning holes through her cheeks. ‘I don’t care,’ she said. ‘You killed my mum.’

Two bolts of red light shot from Rosaline’s wand and hit Rodolphus and Bellatrix, Voldemort didn’t hesitate and soon Rosaline found herself in a battle with Lord Voldemort, she knew she couldn’t keep it up, she would never win against him, but maybe someone would hear them and come to her rescue.

Rosaline was struggling to hold a shield up against the onslaught of his attacking spells, he was just far too powerful, but suddenly the attacking stopped and just as Rosaline was about to take advantage she turned to see Bellatrix shooting her own curse at Rosaline’s chest, sending her flying across the atrium.

Her blood was boiling, burning through hers veins, inflating her heart and making it fit to burst from her chest. She screamed so loudly she was sure blood was flooding her throat, before she could come down from the raging agony that was crushing her body, another curse hit her ribcage and the whole process started again. She knew she was dying and this was the end of her life, this was the end of everything she had ever known.

It didn’t take long for Rosaline to simply lose the ability to react the curses being shot at her, she felt the waves hitting her over and over again, but her body just couldn’t feel anything else anymore. Rosaline closed her eyes and pictured Remus holding her, dancing to Blue Valentine and telling her that she loved him. She would miss him and she hoped he would find the will to continue on without her.

#Remus Lupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fic #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x ofc #triggering themes

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Fred Weasley Masterlist

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Hogwarts

You ever wonder if birds are afraid to fly? [4.6k] hufflepuff reader Y/n always thought George was the sweet twin and Fred was the famous player, but all that changes when she is assigned a project with him

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A girl to kiss and a snake to tease [2k] slytherin reader Y/n's sharpness interests Fred as it makes him wonder why she is always so cold to him...when really it's to hide her big old crush

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A wedding to remember [3.5k] Y/n and Fred have been dating in secret for years but at Bill and Fleurs wedding they give the guests a suprise they’ll never forget

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Part 1 [6.4k] Fred and y/n are oblivious to each other’s feelings, but will all that change when the Potters and Weasleys decide to go on holiday together?

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spellboundspectre · 2 years

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empty nest

sheriff hassan el-shabazz x fem!reader; 18+ only, minors dni.

content: implied werewolf!hassan, breeding kink, unsafe sex, established relationship, claiming marks, cumflation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of a knot, slight A/B/O, this is just gross baby making sex ok

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i fucked around and procrastinated working on my own collab for so long that i actually started working on it again! this is my much belated addition to the claws and creampies collab, and you can find all other associated works here

Something has been off with your dear sheriff as of late.

Not off in a way that has you scrambling, wondering what you did wrong and if the relationship was over. Hassan let you know how much he loved you at every opportunity. Off in a way that made you curious. He often had spells like these from time to time, but ever since the two of you moved in together, they seemed to occur every month like clockwork.

Hassan was an odd man, moving to your little mountain town out of the blue one day with his son in tow. The few hundred farmers that made up this town were eager to welcome them, grateful for the first new blood to join the community in years.

The sheriff was hesitant to embrace the kindness of his new neighbors at first. Given his experience in the last town he was sheriff in, you didn’t blame him. But with enough time, and properly prepared home-cooked meals, he came around.

Well, mostly.

Before Ali left for college, the two of them would often go on hunting trips, a tradition Hassan still upheld. For as much as that man claimed to hunt, he only came back with a kill every other trip.

“Had to have something to eat up there, babe.” He reassures you.

There were still some secrets Hassan kept. Despite how much you wanted to pry, you didn’t. He never gave you reason to believe he was cheating on you, hell, in the last few months, he’d been more affectionate than ever. So if once a month he wanted a little privacy, you had no issues giving him just that.

Your relationship was all about space in the beginning. Hassan was hesitant to enter a relationship at first, you could tell just by looking at the wedding ring he still wore on his left hand every day. But still, you had your eye set on him, and he was a man worth waiting for. You chalked it up to his being a widow, but lately you were beginning to think it was something else entirely.

From the moment you made things official, Hassan became extremely affectionate. Each day began and ended with him wrapping his arms around you, and letting out a deep sigh like a weight had been lifted off his broad shoulders.

Turns out he wasn’t afraid of dating again, but that he was afraid of coming on too strong. And that’s what was throwing you off. One minute he was gruff, standoffish almost, running out the door, barely saying goodbye before he left for the day. The next he was all over you, pulling you close for a kiss and rubbing his hands all over your stomach like he wanted to put something inside it.

You took it as inspiration.

Hassan had mentioned wanting another child before, but only as an vague idea. Him and his late wife didn’t have the time to plan another pregnancy with their combined work schedules, and by the time they considered it again, Ali was too old, and then she was too sick.

But the job he had now was more of a formality, people ‘round here didn’t bother each other too often, and if a problem did arise, they made sure to take care of it before the police were called. The last incident that required actual police work in this town was when old Bill Sharp’s cows were “stolen”, and even that turned out to be a false alarm.

They were less stolen and more the gate was left unlocked by a forgetful old man.

He’d have plenty of free time to chase around a new addition, you reasoned.

You’d noticed the way his eyes softened when he saw a baby being pushed around in a stroller as the two of you were out in town, and the way he was especially handsy when the two of you would retire for the evening.

It’d been a long time since you stopped using condoms, but you still took your daily dose of hormones to keep any major surprises from popping up. You tried to tell yourself it was still too early in your relationship, that you weren’t ready to be a mom.

And yet, you had started pointing out babies to Hassan and acted none the wiser when starting catching on to you. Your plan was too far along in motion to stop, anyways. According to your calendar, Hassan would be leaving in a few days for one of his hunting trips. If you didn’t act now, you’d lose your nerve.

Dinner had been cooked, your lingerie had arrived in the mail earlier in the week and you’d already laundered it and wore it under the short dress you picked out for dinner. Hassan was due home any minute now, and you were waiting for him eagerly on the couch.

Propping yourself up on your side, you maneuvered your body so your every curve was on perfectly display. Before you was an open magazine that you were pretending to read as you bide your time.

The familiar sound of Hassan’s engine rumbles into the driveway before going quiet and anxiety starts to twist in your gut. You’re confident that this will work, but you’re also a realist and know there’s still a chance you could get rejected.

But all of that doubt is quickly forgotten when Hassan walks through the door and looks completely awestruck at the sight of you.

“That’s upside down, you know,” Hassan says, gesturing to your magazine.

Blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, but it doesn’t matter. Those deep brown eyes rake over all of your exposed skin. You’d spent an hour rubbing lotion and oil on every inch of your body, judging from the way the light was sparkling off your skin it was paying off nicely.

“Dinner’s on the stove,” you say innocently, “If you’re hungry.”

Hassan can barely pry his eyes away from you, let alone listen to anything you have to say, but he nods all the same and shrugs out of his denim jacket.

“Might be hungry for a little something else, honey,” you smile at his use of your pet name.

“Oh?” You toss the magazine onto the coffee table and sit up a little straighter, “Anything I could help with?”

“I think you might be able to,” his voice has dropped a full octave now.

His eyes are focused on you as he walks across the room in a few steps, long legs making quick work of the distance between the front door and your couch. As soon as he’s within arm’s reach, you grab him and pull him on to the couch with you. Hassan chuckles as you quickly straddle him and start peppering his face with kisses.

“Not even going to ask me about my day?” He laughs as you press your lips to a particularly ticklish spot on his neck.

“Forgive me,” you say between kisses, “How was your day?”

Again, your sheriff laughs, torn between being stubborn and taking advantage of the mood you’re in. Pride wins out and Hassan manages to tell you all the boring details about his day, even if he does stumble on his words when you suck his earlobe into your mouth and give it a soft squeeze with your teeth.

“So,” he huffs, “How was your day?”

You hum as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, running your fingers through his beard. In the back of your head you note how quickly his hair seems to have grown since you last gave him a haircut.

“It was okay,” you say in a bored voice, “Nothing too exciting.”

Hassan nods, eyes focused on how the hem of your dress is barely covering the edge of your panties. His mouth seeks out the side of your neck, lazily pressing soft kisses into the tender flesh.

“You know, babe,” you purr, “Our anniversary is around the corner.”

Hassan hums as he sucks a mark into your neck, only half focused as he kneads your ass.

“Do you want me to give you your present early?”

“What is it?” He asks between kisses.

“I stopped taking my birth control.”

Hassan stops immediately, hands flying to your shoulder and pulling you away from him. You can’t read the emotion on his face, a mix between rage and excitement flashes across his face.

“You should not have told me that.”

All the color drains from your face.

“I thought… You kept acting like you wanted to..,” you stutter. “Fuck, I’m so stupid.”

Dropping your head, you hide your hands in your face.

“Oh god,” you groan, “Ali is grown up and you probably don’t want to become a dad all over again in your forties, I’m so dumb. I’m sorry, Hassan.”

You can feel tears coming on, and the last thing you want to do is cry in front of Hassan. But when you try to remove yourself from this situation, Hassan’s strong hands keep you in place. He’s hard when he grinds his cock against your center, and there’s a rumbling noise in his chest.

“You want to have a kid with me?” asks Hassan.

He’s practically panting when you look up from your hands, pupils blown black and face flushed.

Oh.

You drop your hands and let them rest on his chest hesitantly.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

Hassan pulls you closer, until there’s only a small gap between the two of you.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

He’s never spoken to you like this before. Never looked at you like you were a meal ready to be devoured before. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was drooling. His cock is grinding into you a little more now and you can feel your panties growing wetter with each passing second.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea,” you say sheepishly.

Again, Hassan groans, his lids flutter shut and his nostrils flare as he exhales. He shifts you closer to him again, his mouth seeking out the same patch of skin as before.

“There’s… something we need to talk about first,” he groans against the column of your throat.

A nervous feeling, settles in your belly and twists in your gut.

There’s no interpretation of his words that could be anything less than ominous.

“T-talk?” You gulp, “About what, baby?”

You chew your bottom lip. Hassan’s brows knit as he leans back in his chair to get a better look at you.

“Not that kind of talk, I promise honey,” Hassan assures you as he rubs his thumb against the exposed flesh of your thigh.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed my uh,” Hassan clears his throat, “Hunting trips.”

You cock your head to the side, as if to act innocent. “Not in the slightest, babe.”

Your sheriff rolls his eyes and gives you a playful smack on the ass. His fingers sink into the fat there, making the sting linger.

“I’m trying to be serious, honey,” he says despite the way his cock hasn’t calmed down, “I go on those trips so I don’t lose control of myself.”

There’s no ounce of humor in his voice, no laughter behind his eyes. Hassan is serious, albeit still aroused, and you chastise yourself for making light of the situation.

“I do that to keep you safe,” Hassan says, “From me.”

You arch your brow, fighting the urge to laugh again. Your sheriff wasn’t the kind of man to put his hands on you unless you asked him to.

“You’re the last man I’d be afraid of, Hassan.”

He sighs, squeezing your thigh as he tries to put together his next sentence.

“I’m not like most of the men you’ve dated before, honey.” He wasn’t.

Hassan was far kinder, more passionate, more patient than any man you’d ever met before. He loved you through your good moods and your bad, he loved when you barely even liked yourself.

Your sheriff took all your bullshit, all your flaws and shortcomings, and he loved you even more as each day went on.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

That uneasy feeling returned to your gut.

“There’s something in my family that only affects males, makes us stronger, faster than most, but also a lot more intense than most. Especially when it comes to having kids.”

You shrug, “So you really want kids, big deal.”

Hassan forces a laugh and tries to smile, but his lips don’t obey him. It comes out as a panicked look instead.

“A little more than that. When I find someone as uh,” He pauses and flares his nostrils, “As compatible as we are it gets to be more than just wanting kids. It’s like a physical need,” He stresses the last syllable to illustrate the importance of his words, “So I leave because I don’t know if I could control myself… with you.”

Unease turns to excitement.

“So what? You think you’ll fuck me to death?” You tease, grinding your cunt against him, “I may not be as strong as you, but I don’t break that easily.”

“I’m not worried I’d break you, but I am worried I’ll scare you off,” Hassan’s eyes are glassing over as he speaks, his mouth hanging open as he tries not to lose himself in the way your hips are sending a renewed flow of blood to his cock.

“Like I said baby, I’m not scared of you, and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon,” you whisper against the shell of his ear.

Sex with Hassan was always wonderful. He made sure to spend more than enough attention on you to make sure you came just as many times as he did, if not more. But still, you could tell he was holding himself back, not fully with you in the moment.

And the idea that it was because he didn’t want to hurt you? The thought aroused you more than you’d like to admit. Your sheriff–the man known for being calm and cool under pressure-was doing his best not to ravage you.

Hassan’s fingers are kneading the globes of your ass, guiding your hips as they rock against him.

“Good, because I don’t have any plans of letting you go any time soon, honey.”

With that Hassan kisses you, and those brief worries are long forgotten.

He’ll reminisce on how much he loves you later, right now he needs to see you cum. Needs to watch you fall apart on his finger tongue and cock. Hassan gathers you in his arms and pivots your bodies so that you’re pinned to the couch underneath him, never letting his lips leave yours.

You keen for him, falling limp in his hold so he can manipulate you however he likes. The two of you exchange heated kisses for a while before your sheriff is finally ready to part from you, his mouth traveling lower and lower until he’s face to face with your cunt. A sight he marvels at.

The fabric of your panties is soaked with your arousal, and the thin material clings to folds of your pussy and clit, clearly outlining the sensitive flesh. Hassan lets his tongue glide along the cloth teasingly, smirking when the gentle stimulation is enough to have you moaning for him.

Hassan’s need possesses his body, his fingers rub your clit with added fervor. Your legs tense at first as the pleasure shocks your clit like a strike of lightning, but as the electricity spreads in pulsating waves throughout your body, your legs spread for him like the blooming petals of a flower.

His tongue fans over your clit, hotter than usual but not unpleasantly so. With a groan, your sheriff finally unpeels the damp material from your puffy lips with his thumb. He doesn’t remove them entirely, just pulls them to the side and uses his other hand to keep them pulled out his way so he can devour you.

Hassan sighs into your flesh as the flavor of your cunt spreads over his tongue, your juices just the right side of tart that has his mouth watering for more. Your sheriff laps at you like a man starved, his tongue worshiping every inch of your cunt as you cry out wantonly. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the couch pillows, your hips canting up to meet his mouth in wild fashion.

Has he always been this ravenous when he’s gone down on you? Has he always been this talented? Hassan seems completely enraptured in your cunt, eyes shut completely as his tongue laves over your folds.

You’re brought just to the edge of orgasm, so close you can feel your thighs start to shake, and Hassan stops. Just as you’re about to scream, you can hear the jingle of Hassan’s belt as he rushes in trying to remove all the clothing that separates the two of you.

“Can’t wait, honey,” he says hurriedly, “I’m sorry.”

Without any further preamble, Hassan slides his cock into and howls in relief.

He doesn’t work his way up like he usually does. As soon as he’s done savoring the way your cunt quivers around him he begins thrusting his hips in earnest. Each time he bottoms out, the air is pushed from your lungs and all you can take in are tiny gulps of air.

It feels like a race, another orgasm is quickly approaching for you as Hassan blindly chases his own. His face is buried in your neck, hiding what you’re sure in an expression that could only be described as obscene. His teeth tease as the tender skin on your neck, worrying the flesh until a dark bruise forms. He repeats the process on any part of your skin his mouth can reach.

He’s marking you, you realize.

The hickeys traveled all the way up to your jawline, and it wouldn’t take a genius to look at them and figure out what you’d been up to. But it was the who part that concerned Hassan. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and if they didn’t know already, Hassan wanted to make sure they’d have a hard time forgetting.

You don't linger on the thought much longer.

Your sheriff is nuzzling his cheek against you, silently begging you to kiss him. Everything feels more intense than it usually does, your skin more sensitive as Hassan is pressed close to you. With every rut of his hips, the hair that coats the plane of his chest grazes against your nipples.

Sluggishly, you turn your face to meet Hassan and your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him.

It could almost be described as a chaste kiss at first, his plump lips pressed against yours. You sigh, and part your lips just slightly, and the tip of your sheriff’s tongue is wetting your bottom lip before he slides into your waiting mouth. The faint flavor of your pussy lingers on his tongue, though now it has mixed with the taste of his own saliva.

In the back of your mind, you marvel at how the combined tastes of the two of you are the most delicious thing in this world.

Your hips move in time with his, arching to meet every thrust, rising as he drags his cock out of you to draw out the ecstasy of the moment. Hassan is bigger than usual, engorged shaft stretching the walls of your cunt. Combined with the way he left you on edge mere minutes ago, you’re already climbing the peak towards orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he commands against your lips.

Hassan can feel it too, your walls flutter around his cock, milking him. It brings him to the edge as well, and he shifts the angels of his hips so he can better drill into your center.

You’ve been letting out a steady string of moans–music to Hassan’s ears–but none of it compares to the way you scream as your orgasm rips through your body.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer as the waves of your orgasm ripple over your body. Rivulets of cum stain your cunt white, but Hassan’s cock doesn’t soften in the slightest.

You’re drunk from your orgasm, the edges of everything still hazy, but your vision sharpens when Hassan hooks his hands under the curve of your knee and shifts your body so you’re laying on your stomach, legs tucked under your body and cunt on perfect display for him.

“B-baby?” you ask dreamily.

Hassan shushes you and smooths his hand down your back, gently guiding you into arching your back so he can get a better grip on your hips. The change in angle has his cockhead grinding against your g-spot cruelly.

A broken moan is pushed from your lips and it’s all the incentive Hassan needs to start pumping his hips into you again.

The sweat-slicked sounds of your fucking echo against the walls. It’s debaucherous and sinful, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every minute of it. The remains of your sheriff’s last orgasm now act as lubricant to ease the glide of his cock into you. Hassan rubs at your puckered hole occasionally, only pushing against the muscle, but never penetrating.

He’ll save that for another day.

He can feel the way you tighten around him when he pushes a little too aggressively and you don’t hate it as much as you thought you’d might.

You cum another two times–or is it three?–before Hassan finally fills you with another load of his spend, but still his cock doesn’t calm. If anything, it seems to have swelled in girth, especially around the base. Every swing has this swollen gland pushing against your g-spot. You’re long past the point of overstimulation. All you can do is lie in a heap and take whatever he gives you.

“M’so close honey,” he pants against the back of your neck.

Hassan has draped himself over you now, his chest pressed to your back as he curls himself around you. Still, his cock is buried within you and it pulses with his heartbeat. There’s a layer of sweat that’s broken out over your skin, the only thing that separates the two of you.

“One more ought to do it,” Hassan sighs as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

One more round might be the death of you, you think. Still you don’t deny him, instead, you pull his hands so they’re closer to your face and press a kiss to his knuckles. Hassan returns it by kissing the back of your neck where your spine raises up. His hips resume their rhythm and you close your eyes in bliss.

What was he so afraid of? You think.

As primal as your coupling is, there’s no denying that it feels almost natural. The two of you rutting against each other like wild animals in the hopes of conceiving. Hassan is more vocal this time, groaning in your ear how good you feel, how well you’re taking, how he can’t wait to see you swollen with his child. Endless praise spills forth from his mouth and it’s more than you can take.

Tears are welling at the corner of your eyes, the side effect of multiple orgasms in such a short span. But Hassan’s hips are starting to slow, though his thrusts grow in intensity. That spot at the base of his cock seems to have swollen even more, agonizingly pushing against your walls with such force you feel it in the pit of your stomach.

Each breath is stuttered now, lungs desperately gulping down air only to spit it right back out. You don’t have enough strength left in you to moan, all you can do is cry silently and grip Hassan’s hands for dear life.

You’re so drunk on his cock that wonder if heaven would measure up to this paradise.

He hits the deepest spot inside you and you shatter around him. There’s a moment where your vision whites out, where all the details of the world around are gone and you’re just floating.

There’s a faint buzzing between your ears when you come to; the press of Hassan’s lips against your shoulder. You’re completely blissed out, but still, you feel safe and at home in his arms.

“You still with me, honey?” His voice is thick with lust.

He doesn’t want to stop, but more than anything, he doesn’t want to keep going if you aren’t a willing participant.

“Just,” you gasp, “just give me a minute.”

Hassan exhales a breathy laugh against your skin. There’s a good chance he’s already done the dead, already filled you within cum to get you pregnant. But there’s a slim chance your egg remains intact, and still a swollen knot he’d love to pop inside you. From the corner of his eye, he studies the base of your neck and his tongue juts out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Your sheriff is a man with a vast vocabulary, one gained over a lifetime of study and experience. Despite this, the only word he can think of to describe that patch of flesh is appetizing.

Something in his biology is screaming inside him, and without thinking he latches his mouth to the base of your throat, where your collarbones and neck meet, and sinks his teeth in until he can taste blood.

Hassan’s eyes shut as the coppery taste of your blood fills his senses and the added stimuli has his cock twitching like never before. The pressure at the base of his cock bursts and you’re filled with an inhuman amount of cum. Your poor cunt, already filled to the brim with his two previous loads, seizes at the additional deposit. While you thought you were impossibly full before, you manage to go past that point, your belly swelling with his cum.

You’re both completely drained now, not a drop of energy left in either of your bodies. For a while, the two of you just lie there, limbs still entwined and coated in a layer of your joined fluids. At some point, you drift off to sleep, lulled into a brief slumber by the steady sound of Hassan’s breathing.

When you wake, you’re tucked into the softest of your blankets, limbs aching as you try to stretch. Your sheriff is humming from the other room, and you tell how cheery he is even across the house. Experimentally, you stretch out your legs, limbs stiff from being folded underneath you for an extended period of time. There isn’t the stickiness you expect to feel at the junction of your thighs, Hassan must have cleaned you up while you were still sleeping.

You hear a creaking from the floorboards, and when you look up, Hassan is standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a sleepy smile as he holds two steaming mugs of coffee.

“You’re looking a little shell-shocked, honey,” Hassan says as he places the warm beverage in your hands..

You make an exasperated noise of thanks as you slowly sip your drink, hoping the caffeine will ease away the exhaustion that threatens to take over your entire body.

“Drink up, we've got a long week ahead of us.”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“A week?” You rasp.

“I want to make sure it takes,” Hassan says with a shrug.

You laugh in exasperation as your sheriff crawls into bed with you and pulls you into his arms. His mind drifts to the little box he’s had hidden in his nightstand. An expensive trinket he bought months ago, just shortly after the first time he told you he loved you. Today has been a big relief for him, knowing this secret of his is finally out and you’re still by his side.

For a long time, there’s been a question he’s been wanting to ask you, and as confident in himself as he is, there was still a little whisper of doubt in the back of his mind. It’s long forgotten as you rest your head against his chest, and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

You don’t need to speak, don’t feel the need to fill the silence with anything but the steady sound of your breathing.

And while it isn’t said aloud, you both look forward to spending the rest of your lives at each other’s side.

#🧄.musings #sheriff hassan x reader #sheriff hassan smut #reader x sheriff hassan #hassan el-shabbaz x reader #reader x hassan el-shabbaz #midnight mass smut #🧄.txt

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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Hi! If you don’t mind, are there any Sterek fics where one of them is getting married and during the Speak now or hold peace, they make their big love announcement? It doesn’t matter if it’s Stiles or Derek’s wedding. Thank you. Xxx

Sure.

The Wolf in a Leather Jacket by station_oracle

(1/1 I 1,255 I General)

It’s been years since they’ve seen each other. Stiles had left for college, got his degree and settled in a rainy town up north. The girl he was to marry went by Emma or Ellie, or another predictable, simple name. Derek didn’t care. He tried not to think about her, about their happy little life with Stiles, their pedigree cats, their future kids. The truth was, he had thought about it too much already.

But I'm Happy With You by SourwolfSeblaine

(1/1 I 1,790 I Teen)

Stiles is about to get married to someone he may not love, while the man he really loves is on the other side of the world.

When They Said 'Speak Now' by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,859 I Mature)

Stiles is running down the street to the local church. He knows people are watching him pass by with worried glances or confused looks on their faces, but he doesn’t care. He has a wedding to get to.

He knows it probably makes him a horrible person, but he has to stop it.

Derek’s in one of the backrooms of the local church, getting ready for the wedding. His wedding. Where he’s going to marry the woman he loves. Needless to say, he’s unbelievably nervous.

If only it were for the right reasons. ------------------------------ Or: the one where Stiles crashes Derek's and Kate's wedding

The Stuff of Dreams by Sourwolf and Stilinski (Kitsune_Moonstar)

(6/6 I 29,327 I Teen)

Stiles wasn't exactly planning on becoming a wedding planner, but he falls into the job, and he's good at it. Then he gets hired to plan Kate Argent and Derek Hale's wedding, and the whole game changes.

With Just the Door Ajar by mirrorkill

(1/1 I 61,672 I Explicit)

So there's a bunch of reasons why Stiles has been away from Beacon Hills: most noticeably being the time he accused his English teacher Jennifer Blake of being the evil Darach who spent two years sacrificing twelve of Beacon Hill's best.

But Stiles can't stay away forever from the town that killed both his parents. When he gets a job offer he can't refuse, it's time for him to grow up and apologize for his mistakes. Which just lands him an invitation to Beacon Hills' wedding of the century. Jennifer's wedding. To the werewolf Stiles had a thing with in senior year. To the werewolf Stiles might not exactly be 100% over.

Still, he's a grown up now and he can handle this thing without causing any trouble. Having sex with the groom repeatedly doesn't count as trouble… does it?

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pining #angst #anon

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simply-zhouye · 3 years

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Zhou Ye: The Wonderful Ideas of Lotte Girls // Esquire Fine photoshoot & interview ~ a really wonderful interview with Yezi!

Read rough translation of interview below: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/lY3oBM51ytlua7S8ZRdmlw

The lively character is like jumping candy, and the crisp voice is like summer honeydew. It can be a cute angel or a rebellious girl. Who wouldn't like a beautiful and free girl? We met Zhou Ye at a claw machine shop, and she caught the one she wanted five times!

Zhou Ye didn't laugh when shooting the magazine blockbuster, but she liked to laugh privately.

In the eyes of the people around, she is a simple and lively little girl, born optimistic, loves to joke, and loves to share all the fun and delicious. After catching up with the good-looking drama, she will also be ambitious to everyone, even if she encounters any troubles, she It will be resolved soon. She denied the title of "Girl's Heart"-when she was not working, she liked to lie at home and chase dramas, and science fiction and fantasy were her dishes. She enthusiastically gave an example. There is an American drama called "Stranger Things". It is about a little boy who disappeared in a small town in the United States. Everyone went to find him and found that there was an entrance to another world, exactly the same as this world. , But there is no one in that world. Such a story attracts her even more.

A few days ago, she took a four-day holiday, "very satisfied!" During the holiday, she made appointments with a few good friends for dinner, went to the playground, and watched dramas. If the vacation is longer, she would prefer to go home and stay with her family. Playing with mom and dad, playing with grandpa and grandmother, the family finds a beautiful place to go camping, and if you don’t go out, you can play mahjong with the whole family. She can stay away from looking at her mobile phone for a day.

Asked this girl who is not so girly what she wants, she said, "Now I want to accomplish everything in the moment, and every day will be better than the day before!"

Therefore, Zhou Ye, who hopes to be more progressive, raised his face and chatted with us about serious matters.

Before, people often said to me, "I like your performance of "Youth", but now everyone talks more about "Shanhe Ling". Let’s start the conversation with "The Order of Mountains and Rivers".

Gu Xiang in the play is a girl who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. She helped Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sisters, but it didn't mean that she trusted them. She just felt that these people were very pitiful. Because Gu Xiang was picked up by her master when she was a child, she felt sorry for them and wanted to protect them.

She is defensive to everyone, and she will not trust anyone easily. In terms of character, Gu Xiang and I are a bit like. Both are more lively. What we don't quite resemble is our life experience and living environment.

When I first finished reading the script of "The Order of Mountains and Rivers", I loved Gu Xiang from the bottom of my heart. Gu Xiang grew up in Guigu where she was killed and beaten everywhere. Although she was lucky enough to meet Wen Kexing, the master who protected her, the rivers and lakes were sinister and Gu Xiang never really relaxed. Therefore, she can only protect herself by fierce methods. She looks acrimonious, slurs and curses, and she has to fight or kill at every turn. She looks very fierce and cruel, but her heart is really innocent and special. Kindness. When encountering people like Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sister Hua, Gu Xiang will rescue them and help them beat the gangsters.

Many audience friends felt that the ending of Gu Xiang and Cao Weining was too miserable when they watched "The Order of Mountains and Rivers". Gu Xiang originally didn't know what the outside world was like. After she came to the world, she met Big Brother Cao, and the two people who loved each other were about to be happy. Unexpectedly, on the day of the wedding, Gu Xiang lost her lover so much that she would fight herself Life. I am also uncomfortable with this ending. It is not easy for them to get to this day. Why can't they live well? If I were to write an ending, it would definitely be two people living together happily forever.

For me, playing Gu Xiang should be more difficult than playing. This is my first time shooting a costume drama, and also my first time shooting a martial arts drama. "Shanhe Ling" really has a lot of martial arts, because it tells the story of the rivers and lakes, so I joined the group some time before I started, and learned some moves from the martial arts masters.

In retrospect, the scene of the wedding was the most memorable. I had been shooting for three days in a row. I had been beating, killing, and hanging off Wia, and I would beat off some hair accessories from my hair. I didn't dare to hang on Wia at first, and the costume was so thick that I could easily trip on my feet. But I can’t take care of this when I shoot. This is Gu Xiang’s most emotional scene. I feel the same for Gu Xiang and can’t help crying. Until the end of my cry, I can’t tell whether my face is tears or saliva. , I hope that through this scene, everyone can feel Gu Xiang’s pain.

For me at this stage, whether it is a role that is more similar to myself or a completely different role, I am willing to give it a try. If the character of a character is very pleasing, I will have a sense of substitution when I read the script, I will like it, and I will really want to play it.

In fact, my interest in acting began after I was in college. When I was a child, I learned piano, and I was not very sensible at that time. I thought it would be fine to play the piano every day after growing up and collect tickets. After being admitted to the Beijing Film Academy, we often watch movies. When the directors see their favorite movies, they will think "I can make such a great movie in the future". I am in the acting department, so I hope I can do it in the future. Acting in a particularly powerful movie may be the influence of the school atmosphere. I still remember that I watched some old movies when I was in school. I really liked "Scent of a Woman" and Marlon Brando. He played "The Godfather" very well.

In the film school, we had a lot of opportunities to meet the director and the crew. We tried again and again, and slowly met scenes that were willing to use our young actors, and started the road to filming. I will definitely read the script several times before filming. In addition to my own role, I have to read the whole story, write a short biography of the character, and talk to everyone at the script reading meeting. For example, when shooting "Ah Cradle", I often consulted sister Haiqing and the director. In the filming of "Youth in Youth", I would also ask the director: The girl I played has such a good family, why does she bully her classmates? The director told me that because her parents had very strict education for her, she was required to be particularly good since she was a child. She was under tremendous pressure and kept suppressing it, so she vented the pressure by bullying her classmates.

When taking the play, I don't worry about people comparing my previous works or achievements, as long as my requirements for myself will not change. My request is to do my best to shape each role. Every time I finish filming a film, I will have a certain evaluation of myself, and I will also look at other people's evaluations of me, as well as the opinions given to me by my predecessors, to integrate these. Every time, I hope I can do better next time.

Up to now, I have been shooting for a few years, and I feel that I am not a talented actor, and I have to be a model worker. However, the sisters who brought me to the management team said that my biggest change and improvement is that I am more independent than before. When I first started filming, I would hide in the room and cry by myself every time I joined the group, especially wanting to go home.

Now I am more comfortable with the life of the crew than before. When I first joined the group, I still felt a little homesick. I hope to finish the filming soon, and become familiar with everyone. After work, I will play with the actors in the same group. When I was resting, I was playing with werewolf killing or something, so happy, I didn't want to kill it. I didn't want to be successful when I was filming "Shanhe Ling", and the same was true when filming "Ah Cradle". As actors, it seems that we can go to different places every time we film. In fact, there is not much time to spend in the local area, but we can eat a lot of local delicacies.

As I said just now, I want to do everything right now, and the current week is the best week.

Do you often dream? Please share a dream that is more imaginative.

Zhou Ye:

I sometimes dream. Once, I dreamed that I received an acceptance letter from an owl, took the Hogwarts Express train to the magic school to learn magical magic, visited Hogsmeade Village, and met so many new friends. .

What is your dream day like? How to spend it?

Zhou Ye:

At this stage, my dream day is to sleep in late, and after waking up, I will lie in bed and watch a drama or hang out with my friends or watch a drama.

How to arrange the dream holiday? Stay at home or go out to play?

Zhou Ye:

Of course, it is best to have two days, so you can stay at home one day and go out to play one day!

What about the journey of your dreams? With whom, where to go, and how to play?

Zhou Ye:

With your family, you can go to the beach or play paragliding.

What is your dream job announcement?

Zhou Ye:

Go to Universal Studios to shoot hahahaha, I really want to go!

What kind of "dream skills" do you want to have?

Zhou Ye:

Teleport!

Which era is the dream era? why?

Zhou Ye:

Now, now is the best time. Grasp the moment.

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Five times Dean danced at other people's weddings and one time he dances on his own

It's one of Dean's earliest childhood memories

He doesn't know whose wedding it was. A neighbour's? A friend of his parents'? It doesn't matter. What he does remember is his mother in a beautiful summer dress, blue with little flowers printed on it. He danced with her, standing on her toes, dressed with sneakers and a borrowed mini suit. He looked adorable. The other guests told him so.

He remembers Mary smiling and laughing, her blond hair illuminated by the sun coming through an open window just like the wind that tickled his face. It made her look ethereal, like an angel.

She swirled him around, his legs flying through the air. He giggled when she pressed him to her chest, out of breath from the thrill and the fun. She called him her little gentleman. He'll never forget how proud he felt, how free.

At 17, Dean went to a wedding in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere. It had been nearly a full year since his first kiss. He had kissed way too many girls since then, trying hard to forget Robin's lips on his and the heartbreak of John picking him up at Sonny's. By that time, he was already good at pushing emotions away. Not so good at suppressing them as his father expected from him. But as long as John didn't see them, Dean was fine.

But that day when Chris—or was it Christel? Crish? Dean can't remember—asked him to accompany her to her cousin's wedding, it all came crashing down on him.

He closed his eyes while pulling her close, and imagined her to be Robin at the homecoming dance. The dance that was never meant to be. C-whatever found it cute that he was so emotional at a stranger's wedding party. He ditched her the very next day and promised himself never to cry at a wedding again.

If someone had told Dean the morning he woke up to get on a werewolf hunt that the night would see him dancing the hora, he would have laughed at them. But what was he going to do? The rogue werewolf had been hiding in the basement and the only way out was through the ballroom.

Lucky for him, he had gone disguised as an FBI agent so he didn't stand out like a sore thumb between the wedding guests. He had nearly made it to the other side when the band started to play 'Hava Nagila' and he was pulled in by a broad, strong hand and into the circle of men starting to swirl around another one who seemed to dance a traditional Jewish version of breakdance.

They more flew than danced, each man holding the others in a never-ending, ever-faster roundelay. A familiar giddy feeling spread in Dean's stomach, just like back when his mum had swirled him through the air. Dean laughed, gasping for air. He could still feel the grin on his face and the movement pulling him to the side when he jumped behind Baby's wheel and got the hell out of there.

Dean watched Lisa's friends over her shoulder. It had been a nice wedding, tasteful, perfect like the small town they lived in.

How so often in the last few months, Dean felt displaced, like the one tin can of corn in a sea of kidney beans. He was happy with Lisa, wasn't he? It was what he had always wanted—a house, a garden, a normal job, a kid, and a beautiful wife. But now that he could have it—the dream only a question away—he simply didn't feel it. Lisa would probably say 'yes'. Or the proposal would bring his house of cards finally to collapse. Maybe it would be for the better.

But the longing for normality, for a stupid apple pie life, hadn't tapered off yet. So he pulled Lisa closer, pressed a kiss into her hair and hoped, against all odds, that, one day, he would have what the bride and groom so clearly found. A home that hasn't a place, but a name.

"So, you're the next in line, now that you married your brother off," Jody said as they swayed to the music. Dean chuckled and looked over to Sam who danced wrapped around Eileen. They looked adorable, and a strange mix of fatherly, motherly, and brotherly pride spread through Dean's chest. He was so happy for them that he nearly broke his no-teary-wedding rule.

"Nah, Jods," he replied, sadness clumping up in his stomach like a heavy, poisonous ball of lead. "I think that train left the station a while ago."

"Really? Well, maybe if you'd get your head out of your ass you'd see that the train is still waiting for you."

Dean bit his lip and breathed a sigh. He glanced at Castiel, who was throwing his head back in laughter as he swirled Donna over the dance floor.

Melancholy had been Dean's fellow traveller for such a long time. He wasn't sure if he could replace it with joy. It was too daunting.

"I know," he said, more to himself. Jody gave him a knowing smile.

Castiel's fingers brush over the short hair on the back of his head, and Dean needs to close his eyes as his hands curl around his husband's waist. He wants to pinch himself, check around the corner if it isn't just one of Chuck's stupid little games. But Jack laughs as he clowns around with Claire, and the tears running over Dean's cheeks are way too real. So are Castiel's lips kissing them away.

"I love you. You know that, right?" Dean asks, his voice barely audible over the music.

"I do. And I will always love you."

Dean chuckles and presses his lips on Castiel's, both still swaying to the song that would have been a no-go in Dean's book just a few months ago. But right here, right now, with the love of his life safely in his arms, the Titanic song could play, and he wouldn't mind.

This life is theirs to live now, and they will do it to the fullest.

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James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go!

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159 E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480 After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685 E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

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Soft Alphabet v. 2 - Derek Hale

a/n: i already wrote a soft alphabet for derek, but this is a different set of words that i had for an alphabet blurb event, so i thought why not do it :)

A - Attention (how much attention they give you/when they do/what they do)

sometimes you have to beg derek for attention. usually it’s because he’s too caught up in pack business to sit and watch a movie with you for an hour or two. but if you’re on vacation, traveling the country or even the world, obviously his attention is on you the entire time. this was a problem in the beginning, as he was putting his pack above you, which you understood to an extent. but you had a problem when you kept having to beg for him to spend time with you and take a break from scott, stiles and isaac.

B - Baby (do they want a family/how are they as a father)

derek had always thought about having kids, but the days following his family's death in the fire, he couldn’t imagine having a daughter or son grow up without their grandmother and grandfather. it was something he brought up during late night talks with you. he didn’t want kids, for now, until he could come to terms with what their life would be like and how they would grow up. you were more than okay with his choices, knowing it was hard for him to deal with the loss of people close to him. but once you move away from beacon hills, into your own home, he wants a family. he wants to be a father and start a new life in your new home. getting away from beacon hills was the turning point for him, as soon as he realized it was holding him back from being happy.

C - Certain (when did they realize they wanted to be with you)

when he returned from new york, you were the first one to get in contact with him to see if he was doing okay. you heard that he was back in town from everyone else, and you made it your goal to see him. one night after work, you were getting gas, as was he. you greet him and ask how he was, with being back here after everything. he’s taken aback that you actually care. he had a crush on you in high school, before paige, so the fact that you went out of your way to check how he is, after all these years, made him feel something for the first time in months. that’s when he realized you were the one for him.

D - Doubt (what happens when you or him doubt your relationship/being together)

derek started putting the pack before you at a certain point, and that’s when you began to question if you should even stay together. he would be out for days on end, hunting down whatever monster was scavenging the town, and gathering information with the others. you get that the pack is his life, he’s surrounded by people just like him, who understand him, but being his girlfriend, you wanted time with him, alone, as well. and you voiced this to him one night. the hurt in your voice and your teary eyes made him realize that he does need to show you more love and care, just as much as he does with pack business.

E - Emergency (how do they react to you being hurt/in danger, vice versa)

he freaks. since you are his mate, he immediately senses when you’re in danger, and it terrifies him. he could be miles away and he would feel like something’s off. so he goes wherever you are to check up on you, and when he finds you in danger, he is quick to spring into action and save you. you stay with him that night in his loft, just so he can make sure any injuries you sustained are healing properly and you are safe on his watch.

F - Family (introducing each other to your families)

you were nervous to introduce derek to your family. they knew his reputation around town, and what it was in high school. they didn’t even feel sorry for him when his family was killed in the fire. so you waited months before even telling them you were dating him. after lots of convincing with derek and begging your parents to be nice, you finally introduce him formally to them. they ended up liking him and apologized to both of you for their preconceived notions about him.

G - Grief (comforting one another in rough times)

you comfort him a great deal when erica and boyd are killed. they were his first pack since becoming alpha, and you knew how important it was for him to feel like he belonged. he stays with you at your apartment that night, since the loft was in no condition to sleep in. he was silent for most of the night, and you just let him be. he laid under the covers as you watched tv quietly. though you immediately brought him into your arms as soon as you hear him crying, or trying to hold sobs in. you comfort him for the rest of the night, getting his mind off of the events and bringing up your future together.

H - Hold (holding each other/holding others/holding pets)

you enjoy holding derek’s hand in yours, or really, him holding your hand. it’s a simple yet sweet and low key gesture that can calm you down in any situation. your favorite thing about it is when he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, it calms you down a lot more and it’s just so inviting. his hand is much larger than yours, and it’s always warm, so holding his hands is best in winter, when yours are frozen but his werewolf heating abilities defrosts them right away.

I - Insomnia (what you/they do when either of you can’t sleep)

sometimes derek never sleeps, so he is willing to help you get back to sleep when you can’t. he usually spends nights reading or researching stuff, so as soon as he hears your footsteps draw closer to where he is on the couch, he sets his book down, goes back to bed with you, and holds you in his arms. sometimes he’ll tell you stories from when he was younger, or something funny that someone in the pack did that day. other times, he’ll talk about future things, what your life will be like, what you want in terms of a house, a job, a family. it always puts you back to sleep. he’ll stay by your side for a few more minutes before heading back, or, if he’s too tired, he’ll stay with you and fall asleep as well.

J - Jewelry (gifts they give you, fancy or not)

he wasn’t one for gifts. though you didn’t mind, being in his presence was enough, you didn’t need fancy jewelry or cards every so often. when peter comes along, though, HE gets YOU gifts and gives them to you with derek’s name on them, pretending like he bought it for you. you ask him about it because it was unusual to get random surprises like a bouquet of flowers or a small teddy bear. that’s when he realizes his uncle was trying to “help” him be a “better boyfriend”, as peter put it.

K - Kryptonite (their weaknesses)

your hunting abilities. with being human, you had nothing to bring to the pack than to stay inside and help with research. so, you asked allison to help you become a better archer. she takes you out to the woods and you practice all day long, until your hands are sore. when you show derek, he’s really impressed that you’re such a great shot, for not having learned much. it slightly turns him on to see you in the zone, focused on hitting the target set up. he doesn’t exactly like that you were taught by a werewolf hunter’s daughter, but he can let that slide, since he knows you’ll never hurt him or anyone like him, knowingly.

L - Lingerie (their reactions to seeing you in fancy lingerie)

he is shocked. you’ve been shy with him leading up to that point, so when he comes home to see you on his bed, dressed in a pair of sexy red lingerie, to match his wolf eye color, he was very intrigued. you let him know that you trust him and want to take your relationship to the next step, making love, and he is all for it. just to tease you here and there, he flashes his eyes red in a non-menacing way as he stares at your scantily-clad body, matching the tone of the garments.

M - Marriage (what a wedding is like with them/what married life is like)

being married to derek is heaven. boyfriend derek is soft, but husband derek is like a huge teddy bear. he’s constantly buying you things, like flowers, just to show his appreciation for you, for sticking with him through so much heartbreak and loss. he loves calling you mrs. hale, or by your full name. the wedding was small, informal. just the pack, your family, and the two members of derek’s family. you offered to not have one, since you know he’s not keen on being the center of attention, let alone without his parents there, but he wanted you to have your day, one of your last few days with everyone before moving away.

N - Nervous (were they nervous for any first times in your relationship: first meeting, first kiss, first time)

he wasn’t nervous about anything. asking you out on a date? fine. kissing you? fine. sleeping over at another’s house? great. you on the other hand, were the nervous one. you hadn’t had much experience with relationships, and you know derek had, so everything you did, you wondered if he was enjoying it. your first kiss was casual, but your mind was racing with thoughts of what he thought of it and did he imagine it differently. the first time you sleep over with him in his loft, though, was the scariest moment in your relationship so far. you had never been in that position, but he made you feel so comfortable and was so sweet, letting you borrow a shirt to sleep in when it got too cold for the tank top you were in.

O - Overreact (how often do you/they overreact and how bad does it get)

he tries not to overreact about everything, because you do have a different perspective on life than he does. if you go out later in the evening, either before sunset or right after, he scolds you for being careless, when all you wanted was food or to just take a walk. he doesn’t like that you sometimes disregard the fact that other werewolves or threats could be after you for being close with the pack. you assure him you’re safe and you take his advice on what to do.

P - Past (how does their/your past affect your relationship)

derek often gets flashbacks from what’s happened in the past, whether that’s with his family, or paige, or past relationships. he tries to not let it affect him, but you can always tell when he’s off. most times, he just needs a bit of cheering up, and sometimes, it gets to you as well. for example, when memories of paige started getting to him again, he pushed you away, in fear that he would do the same to you. that led to a huge fight and him breaking down, crying in your arms for the first time in your relationship.

Q - Quarrel (fighting with each other)

fighting with derek was always a mystery. sometimes he is broody and is blunt with the fight, other times, he’s explosive and blaming you for everything. whatever happens, you know that anytime a fight breaks out, he’s really upset about whatever it is. he hates yelling at you and with you, so if he does, it’s serious. if he happens to make you cry, though, it’s game over and the entire thing is forgotten about.

R - Romance (how your relationship has progressed over time)

it was a steady relationship from the start. a couple months after going out on numerous dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and from there, you got closer and closer with one another. you never felt like this for someone, so you loved him with everything in your heart. and he was the same way. you weren’t like his past girlfriends, so he felt a lot more comfortable around you. two months into your relationship, he confessed his love for you. and a few years later, confessed that you are in fact his mate, which deaton said was very rare, but very possible.

S - Sorry (what happens after fights)

you usually have to break the silence after fights. derek never breaks unless you cry, in which case he takes full responsibility for everything, even if it isn’t his fault. it’s one thing you hate about fighting because he can go days without saying a word to you. you hate it, so you always have to force him to talk your fight out.

T - Tender (how sweet they can be in different moments)

when you’re alone in his loft or your apartment, he can be super sweet and loving. he basically turns into a puppy dog when he’s with you compared to his hard, werewolf personality with the pack. there have been a few times during pack meetings, when you’re exhausted and just want to rest, that you’ll lean against his body and he’ll forget for a moment that he’s around others. he will give you a few forehead kisses or cheek kisses and hold you close in his arms. the others tease him for it but he waves them off.

U - Upset (what you do that upsets them/vice versa and how they react to it)

your carelessness when it comes to the supernatural. he understands that you want to be involved with things, and you are a great archer and all, but he gets upset when you get hurt trying to be brave, or go behind his back when he told you to not get involved. he’s never mad at you for getting hurt, of course, he just doesn’t like that you think you can do what you please just because you’re his girlfriend. he has a long talk with you about why getting involved with supernatural while being human isn’t the best idea, but he’s understanding in why you want to do so. he can never stay upset with you for long, he just wishes you would be more mindful that it’s not a simple thing.

V - Violence (what you do when they turn to violence)

violence is inevitable being in a relationship with a werewolf. he was bound to get into fights with betas or other monsters. but the good thing is, he heals by himself. so whenever he gets into fights, you never need to clean up any cuts, just small patches of dried blood on his skin and hair, and his clothes of course. even though he is rarely hurt, you always give him cuddles and kisses after a long day of fighting. he tells you he doesn’t need babying, he’s dealt with getting into fights all his life, but he secretly loves it.

W - Wait (how long they wait to make a move or do something)

he waits a certain amount of time before reaching out to you after meeting again at the gas station. he needed time to settle back in, get used to being back in the place that caused him so much pain. it was a couple weeks later that you got a call from derek, saying he got your number from scott, your co worker, and that he would love to take you out on a date. but after that, your relationship moves on quick, and he doesn’t hesitate to do anything, knowing you’re interested and willing to be with him.

X - X-Rated (are they dirty in inappropriate times)

he reserves dirty conversations for the times that you are truly alone. he knows scott, isaac, boyd, and erica can hear your conversations, no matter how quiet you talk with one another. so, to save both of you from embarrassment, he never talks dirty in your ear during pack meetings or outings with everyone. he will, however, caress your thigh or your lower back in a suggestive way, and he’s able to hide that from people easily. often times, his hand will slide down to your ass and just barely pinch it, enough to get your attention but no one else’s.

Y - Year (what you do to celebrate one-year celebrations)

for your first year anniversary, derek takes you traveling through europe for a couple weeks, just to get away from the pack and beacon hills for a while. you travel to france, germany, greece, italy, the netherlands, and ending in switzerland, taking in the beautiful mountains before flying home. you are in paris on the night of your anniversary, which he planned in a cliche way, but he wanted you to be happy, to feel loved, and to know how much he loves you. so what better city to spend it in than the city of love? it’s your favorite trip you’ve taken with him, since he had no stress dealing with pack stuff, he could just focus on you. he was so relaxed, and you saw a different side to him, which made you fall in love even more.

Z - Zzz (what it’s like to sleep with them, just sleep)

in one word, warm. he is a space heater. it’s nice during colder months, but during hot summer nights, sleeping next to him can be a nightmare. that’s why most of the time, you sleep with the covers barely on your body, curled up next to him. because not cuddling with him is not an option. you love how cuddly and soft he gets when he’s tired and sleepy, so you take every chance you get to cuddle up with him when falling asleep.

#derek hale #derek hale imagines #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #tyler hoechlin #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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koo-zy · 3 years

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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

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cjfritos · 4 years

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In Dreams Begin (Jessa wedding story)

Obviously written by Cassandra Clare. I own no rights to this. This was included in first editions of The Lost Book of the White by her and Wesley Chu. It tells the story of Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray’s wedding and explains why no one remembers it.

Unfortunately it does include some spoilers from LBW so if you have not read it yet, I don’t recommend reading it. Otherwise, enjoy :)

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Magnus Bane was scheming.

To an untrained observer, the High Warlock of Brooklyn wouldn’t look like he was doing much of anything at all. For one thing, he was wearing purple silk pajamas. For another thing, he was in bed, leaning back against a pile of pillows with a spell book open in his lap.

Beside him, Alec Lightwood was stretched out on his side, deeply asleep. Earlier that day, Alec had taken their son, Max, to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. This had been at Magnus’s request—he wanted Max to have ample opportunity to tire himself out before bedtime. It worked almost too well. Max had made fast friends with a werewolf toddler named Eliza, and the two of them tore around the gardens blissfully for about three hours straight, Max crawling while Eliza ran, albeit unsteadily. Eliza’s mother had been quite surprised the first time Max levitated. Luckily, he was glamoured so only she and Alec noticed.

Though not possessed of much vocabulary, Eliza clearly wanted Max to levitate her as well. Fortunately, Max did not yet have that sort of skill. Alec and Max returned home happy, covered in mud, and—best of all—exhausted. Magnus really wanted them all to sleep through the night.

Magnus shifted position and peered across the room at the mantel clock atop the dresser, a hideous thing covered in putti that Ragnor had given him years ago. The room was lit only by a candle that burned with a blue flame on the table beside him, but he could make out the numbers. It was one forty-five a.m. Surely that was late enough. Surely even the Shadowhunters and Downworlders of the West Coast would be turning in. He’d given Catarina and Jem and Tessa a heads-up, after all, and as for the Blackthorns and Emma Carstairs, they were kids! And not even babies, with their bizarre and erratic relationship to sleep. Surely the would be asleep by now, worn out from running around on the beach or whatever it was that the residents of the Los Angeles Institute did all day. Yes, it was time.

Snuggling a little farther under the blanket, Magnus looked fondly over at Alec’s sleeping form, his black hair like spilled ink across the ivory pillowcase. He closed his book and set it on the bedside table. He mentally reached within, feeling about for a particular pocket of magic folded away deep inside, a self-contained bubble. I had been two weeks since he’d been freed from the influence of the Svefnthorn, and while the markings on his skin had faded, his teeth had shrunk back to their normal size, and the overcharged magic of the artifact had left his system, this one reserve of magical energy had lingered.

At first, Magnus had considered hanging on to it as a sort of insurance policy. A little extra magic went a long way, especially when the magic was this potent, and Magnus was quite certain that he and Alec and their friends would have plenty more dangers to face in the years to come. That was their job, after all. But clinging to the magic out of fear of imagined dangers didn’t feel good. It felt like letting demons have a small victory over him, playing right into their scaly, demonic hands. No, instead he had resolved to use the power in a decidedly un-demon-sanctioned manner—to create joy.

Magnus shut his eyes. Oneiromancy, the study and practice of dream magic, had never been one of his specialties. But with the added kernel of power from the Sveftnthorn, he felt quite confident that he could pull of this one feat, even as complex as it was. The trickiest part, it seemed to him, was holding himself in that drowsy state between waking and sleeping, while maintaining enough awareness to cast the spell. He lay back against the pillows, letting his eyelids flutter shut for just a moment….

~~~

When Magnus opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of Blackfriars Bridge, the panorama of London spread out around him in all directions.

He took a deep breath of river-tasting air. The sky was a dark violet, the sun only just beginning to rise. There was no traffic, which was a distinct advantage to throwing a party on a dream bridge rather than on the real thing. There was a warm breeze in the air, and the Thames danced beneath it, silvery in the dawn light. Had he ever noticed wind in a dream before? Magnus wasn’t sure. He admired the view from the bridge—it seemed just about right, though he hadn’t been here for a couple decades. Perhaps some ugly new construction had taken place since then, but who would fault him for omitting that?

“Magnus!”

He turned and saw two figures hurrying toward him. It was Tessa and Jem, both in what Magnus assumed was their pajamas. Tessa’s were gray with white rabbits on them. Jem’s were dark-green-and-navy-blue plaid. They were barefoot, but that wouldn’t matter on a dream bridge. He started to smile as they got closer and he could see that they were both giddy and laughing, a hint of disbelief on their faces.

Tessa threw her arms around him, knocking him off-balance. He marveled at how solid and real she felt.

“It’s working!” she said in wonder.

“A magical discipline unexplored is always worth exploring,” Magnus said, stepping back. “I may be late to the game with oreiromancy, but I plan to make up for my tardiness all at once, right now. Is that what your planning to wear to your wedding?”

“It’s not traditional, but neither was the yellow cotton shirt dress I wore for the courthouse wedding. And I do love bunnies,” said Tessa. “I’m all right with it if Jem is.”

“I would marry you if you were wearing a barrel,” said Jem.

“But why would I be wearing a barrel?” said Tessa.

They were both grinning at each other stupidly. Magnus decided something needed to be done; he wasn’t sure how long his magic would hold out.

“I won’t have it!” he said. “If I’m to throw you a dream wedding, you must be properly dressed for the occasion. It’s in my contract. I do hope you read the fine print.”

He snapped his fingers, and Jem’s pajamas were replaced by an exquisitely cut black suit. Magnus aimed for something that suggested the style of the Shadowhunter gear Jem had worn long ago, in the first years he knew Tessa. Wedding runes were intricately embroidered on the lapels in gold thread. As Jem marveled at the excellent fit, Magnus turned his attention to Tessa.

“I know,” he said, “a wedding dress is a highly personal choice. But as our other guests will be arriving momentarily, and time is of the essence, I’m going to take a stab at it.”

“You have my express permission,” Tessa said.

Magnus snapped his fingers again, and the Tessa was wearing a beautiful sleeveless gown of pale silver, with a full skirt that reminded Magnus of the first time he’d met her, at a vampire ball. A couple more flicks of his fingers, and her hair rearranged itself beautifully into an updo, with a few tendrils loose around her face. One more gesture, and Tessa’s familiar jade pendant appeared around her neck—as did the pearl bracelet she always wore, a gift from Will on their thirtieth anniversary.

Tessa looked startled, reaching up to touch her hair, then brushing her hands over the gown. “How do I look?”

Jem looked very young again as he gazed at her, his dark eyes full of emotion. “Ni hen piao liang,” he whispered. You are very beautiful.

Magnus turned away to give them a moment—and felt familiar arms close around him.

Alec kissed Magnus on his forehead—being slightly shorter than Magnus, he had to pull Magnus down a bit to do it, which Magnus didn’t mind at all—and muttered, “You’re a sentimental bastard, aren’t you?” in his ear.

But he was grinning all over his face as he turned to greet Tessa and Jem, congratulating them. They both looked delighted to see him.

“So let me get this straight,” Alec said. “You, me, Tessa, and Jem will all remember this with perfect recall. For the other guests, they’ll remember it at first, but then it will fade away, the way dreams do?”

“That is correct. They won’t recall it the way we will, but their souls will be present, and glad for it. Well, mostly glad for it,” Magnus said.

“What do you mean, ‘mostly’?” Jem said nervously.

“I mean that I’m not sure how Church will feel about the whole thing.”

“Church!” Alec and Jem exclaimed at the same time, and turned to see the grumpy Persian cat sauntering toward them down the center of the bridge.

Tessa laughed. “Well, he does sleep twenty hours a day. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I took the liberty of adding him to the guest list you gave me,” Magnus said. “I’m trying to get on his good side.”

“Why?” Alec asked, incredulous. “He’s a cat.”

“So he won’t hate me forever when I do this.” Magnus snapped his fingers, and a silver bow in the same fabric as Tessa’s dress appeared around Church’s neck. Church’s eyes widened for a moment. Then he sat down, and after a moment, became very focused on cleaning his front paw.

“Now,” Magnus said, “I simply must get this bridge decorated.”

“It’s decorated perfectly,” said a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw Clary, who was holding Max. Behind her was Jace, followed by Isabelle and Simon, who were leaning together, whispering conspiratorially. Jocelyn and Luke were there, looking slightly unkempt, and Magnus remembered that they were in the process of remodeling a barn at Luke’s farm so Jocelyn could expand her painting studio. Ragnor and Catarina had also appeared, as well as a whole gaggle of kids—the Blackthorn clan. Julian and Helen, Tiberius and Livia, Drusilla and Octavian. Emma Carstairs was with them, though she broke away from the group immediately, running to hug Clary. They were the same height now, Magnus noticed with amusement. Max had escaped from Clary and was riding on Alec’s shoulders now, babbling a story to Helen Blackthorn and her wife, Aline. They looked very amused, though it was unlikely they understood even a quarter of what he said.

Maryse and Kadir were there too, already deep in conversation with Jocelyn and Luke. Kadir hadn’t been on the guest list Jem and Tessa had given Magnus, because they didn’t really know him, but Magnus had added him as Maryse’s plus-one. It never hurt to butter up your boyfriend’s mother, especially when she was willing to babysit for days at a time.

A couple Silent Brothers had appeared—Enoch? Shadrach? Magnus was slightly embarrassed to admit that they all looked alike to him, now that Jem was no longer counted among their number as Brother Zachariah. Magnus hadn’t known if the Gregori would be able to attend, since they didn’t normally sleep. One of them—Enoch?—inclined his hooded head slightly at Magnus, acknowledging this mad thing he was doing as worthwhile. At least that was how Magnus chose to interpret the gesture.

Octavian was climbing Jace like a jungle gym. Clary was talking with Julian and Emma, while Tiberius stood near his older brother, looking around at London with fierce curiosity in his gray eyes. Livia and Drusilla were perched on the railing of the bridge, Livia chatting animatedly with Simon and Isabelle, Drusilla looking around shyly. Catarina went to lean beside her, asking her a question. Magnus looked at the motley assortment of clothing on the assembled group. Mostly casual, though there were more pajamas as well. Magnus made two sweeping gestures, and all at once everyone was looking very sharp in formal attire. Even better, they barely seemed to notice the change. Magnus was impressed. Oneiromancy—who knew!

A hand gripped his arm. It was Tessa, who looked close to tears. “Magnus. I can’t believe you’re doing this for us. I…” She trailed off, at a loss for words.

Magnus regarded her fondle. “Tessa, most people’s idea of a dream wedding is not a literal dream wedding. But since yours is, I am happy to oblige. Shall we get this show on the road?”

Jem and Tessa took their places on either side of Magnus, and the guests gathered around. The sun had climbed well above the horizon, casting rays of warm light between the long shadows of the wedding guests.

“Dear friends,” Magnus said to Jem and Tessa, “we are honored to share this moment with you, and I am doubly honored to be given the chance to speak. Several hundred years ago I got very drunk and woke up as ordained minister. Today I have decided that doing so was a wise choice after all.”

Jocelyn snorted, then looked embarrassed. Luke grinned at her.

“Joking aside, it is impossible to stand here with you all and not feel that there is some greater plan at work, some greater force that has brought these two souls across more than a century to be joined as one.”

Clary’s eyes were glistening. Jace reached into his pocket and offered her what looked like a handkerchief but was more likely a soft cloth for polishing blades. She gave a wry smile of recognition, and sniffled into it.

“I debated which customs to follow in officiating this wedding,” Magnus went on. “Whether to conduct a Shadowhunter ceremony, or a warlock ceremony, or even a mundane ceremony, for many worlds have been united in the two of you. But none of these traditions seemed quite appropriate on their own. So I’ve attempted to tailor a ceremony that will honor your unique paths.”

Magnus nodded to Jem, who reached into his pocket and produced a gold ring. Jem had requested a single word etched around the outside of it: Mizpah.

“It has been said,” said Magnus, “that when two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze. Theresa Gray, are you at one with James Carstairs in your inmost heart?”

Tessa’s eyes were wide, her face serious as she gazed at Jem. “I am,” she said, offering her hand to him. He slid the ring onto her finger.

The Magnus nodded at Tessa, who produced another ring, this one from thin air. Magnus had to suppress the grin that threatened to break his calm officiant expression. It delighted him that Tessa was engaging in a small amount of oneiromancy herself, and Jem looked as pleased by it as Magnus felt. This ring was the exact match of the first, and he knew what it said as well: May the Angel watch between me and thee when we are absent from one another.

“James Carstairs—Ke Jian Ming—are you at one with Theresa Gray in your inmost heart?”

“I am,” Jem said, delight visible in his dark eyes. Tessa put the ring on him, and they stood for a moment, holding hands and smiling at each other like they couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

“For I am persuaded,” said Magnus, and Jem and Tessa both looked up at him, recognizing a piece of the old Shadowhunter wedding ceremony, though he had altered the wording, “that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor demons, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate these two.” He stretched out his arms. “Therefore I am overjoyed to declare this marriage consecrated, here in the presence of your friends and family. Tessa Gray and Jem Carstairs, you are married, and the world is better for it. You may kiss each other, not that you really need my permission.”

The assembled crowd cheered as Jem and Tessa kissed, a kiss that had been long delayed. The kiss continued, and Magnus slowly backed away, joining the cheering audience. “Let’s give them a moment,” he said, and happy chatter swelled around him.

Magnus noted that Alec was looking very foxy in his Armani suit, laughing with Maryse. Ragnor and Catarina were cackling over something, glad to be reunited now that Ragnor didn’t have to pretend to be dead—or at least, didn’t have to pretend with them. Clary had her arm draped over Emma’s shoulders, and Jace was arguing with Simon about how to properly tie a necktie. Tiberius and Drusilla were watching this argument as though it were a tennis match. Julian had lifted Octavian up so he could look down at the river flowing by beneath. Isabelle was joking with Livia, who was giving Max a piggyback ride. It was a miraculously good wedding.

Here they were, his friends. They’d literally gone into Hell twice with him now. He found himself reflecting on how much had changed. At first his life had felt like Magnus against the world. Then for years and years it had been Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor against the world. Now his community was a much larger group, one that had spread wide enough that instead of Magnus and his friends against the world, it felt like Magnus and his friends, a part of the world. Probably the best part of the world.

It was a good feeling.

“Look!” a girl’s voice cried. It was Drusilla, pointing up into the sky, eyes wide with wonder. There was a collective gasp as the crowd saw what she had spotted. Two figures flew overhead, riding a translucent white stallion with two gold hooves and two silver. One of them was a blond boy in ragged clothes, who looked down at the Blackthorns and waved. The figure in front of him was harder to make out—a gentry faerie in clothes just as ragged, only he was as translucent as the horse. The blond boy must be Mark Blackthorn, Magnus marveled. He’d “invited” the whole family, not knowing whether those who rode with the Wild Hunt could be summoned by dream magic. He had his answer, but it came with another mystery. Who was this companion, so close to Mark that they would appear together in a dream?

The riders made a circle overhead, while the Blackthorns shouted and waved, and Mark waved back, smiling an odd smile down at them. Then they faded away into the morning air.

Magnus saw with relief that Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, and Alec had all move in around the Blackthorn kids, giving them an opportunity to talk about what they had just seen—their stolen brother, visiting so briefly.

He glanced over and saw Tessa and Jem still standing by the railing. There was a shimmer beside them, at the edge of the bridge, and the hair on the back of Magnus’s neck rose.

He knew Will Herondale had never haunted the moral world, because he had lived and died happily and had no unfinished business among the living. While Magnus didn’t subscribe to any specific set of beliefs about reincarnation or the afterlife, he had always had a strong sense that Will was waiting on the other bank of a dark river—be it Lethe, or some other border between the living and the dead. He was there among the green grass, the sky above as dark a blue as his eyes, waiting patiently for Jem and Tessa to join him, that he might lead them by the hand to whatever wonders lay beyond the veil.

The philosophers of ancient Greece had believed dreams and sleep to be the twin of death: Morpheus and Hades, standing side by side. And here, in that space, Magnus would not have been surprised if Will stretched out his hand to those he had loved best in life—to Jem and Tessa.

He was, after all, a Herondale, and very stubborn.

Alec sidled up to Magnus, leaving the Blackthorns in the capable hands of his siblings and their partners. The kids seemed to have taken Mark’s appearance as a sort of wedding favor created especially for them.

Alec twinned an arm around Magnus’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him on the temple. “It was very kind of you to use the last of your Svefnthorn magic on this,” he said.

Magnus leaned into Alec. “Well, it wasn’t enough magic to send us to the moon, or get us into the front row at the Alexander McQueen runway. So I figured, next best thing.”

Alec smiled at him pointedly. “Actually, I happen to know that you did it because you are an incredibly kind person, and that is one of the many things I love about you.”

“Oh dear,” Magnus said, turning to face him. “You know all my secrets.”

Then they were kissing, and kissing in a magical dream turned out to be just as perfect as kissing in the waking world.

#jessa #jem carstairs #tessa gray #magnus bane #jessa wedding #the lost book of the white #tlbotw #lbw #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #in dreams begin

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wolfstarflowerpottstarchaser · 3 years

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An Introduction to the Marauders Tragedy For New Fans Part 3: James Potter

Quick note: I wrote this whole thing and accidentally deleted it, so here I go again!

James Potter was born to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter in 1960

Like Sirius, his family were pure-blood wizards

Unlike Sirius, his parents did not care about this in the slightest

Euphemia and Fleamont were proud “blood traitors” and taught their son that it didn’t matter if someone was a muggle, a squib, a muggle-born, a half-blood or pure-blood

James was born late into Euphemia and Fleamont’s lives and was accordingly dotted on and spoiled, undoubtedly causing or fuelling his famous arrogance

(He was arrogant, but he was also a good person)

He made Gryffindor and joined the Marauders and met Lily Evans, his future wife

It’s suggested that James was in love with Lily from a very young age whereas she initially found him too arrogant

Peter admired James in particular, and it’s suggested that James took him under his wing like a little brother

When James, Sirius and Peter discovered that Remus was a werewolf, it was James in particular who insisted to Remus this did not make him abnormal

As Peter and Sirius did, James also became an animagus to help Remus despite the risks with the law and incredible difficulty

He had a feud throughout Hogwarts with Severus Snape, and they (according to Sirius) hated each other the moment they met

It is stated in canon by Remus that Snape hated James because he was talented and popular (emphasised after Lily fell for James), whereas James hated Snape for his racist beliefs and interest in the Dark Arts

They were both as bad as each other towards one another, often hexing each other at random times, and both could be quite horrible

In fifth year, Snape suspected Remus’s secret and followed the Marauders around for some time

In retaliation, Sirius (unbeknownst to the others) told Snape how to get passed the Whomping Willow, hoping he would see Remus in werewolf form and get scared off from following them

Sirius told James what he had done last minute, realising the danger of his “prank” and James (NOT in animagus form) ran to save Snape at great risk of his own life

Snape notably hated owing his life to James and refused to believe that James saved him out of nobility, but rather a fear of getting expelled

When James was sixteen, he spoke with his parents about Sirius’s family life and they took him in

James treated Sirius like a brother and was very protective of him (he was was protective of all his friends, but even more so) after what he had been through

Despite how he had been in previous years, James matured a lot in sixth year and tried to be a better person

By seventh year, he had finally won Lily’s heart and they were married shortly after finishing school with Sirius as best man

Soon after the wedding, both of James’s parents died from a nasty case of Dragon Pox and left James their entire fortune

James used his inheritance to provide for his family and also his close friend, Remus, who could not hold a job due to his lycanthropy

At some point between 1977 and 1980, James and Lily defied Lord Voldemort three times

In 1979, Lily fell pregnant with Harry

Sybil Trelawney prophecised Voldemort’s downfall which Snape (now an official Death Eater) partly overheard and told Voldemort

Voldemort believed the prophecy to mention Harry Potter

Snape realised this meant Voldemort would go after Lily and asked Dumbledore to protect her, saying he did not care if James or infant Harry were murdered

Dumbledore (AKA the puppet master) agreed in return for Snape’s servitude

Dumbledore had them hide using the Fidelius Charm (see Secret Keeper description on my Sirius post)

James had wanted to use Sirius as SK, but Sirius suggested using Peter instead

James - who was trusting to a fault - never faltered to question his friend for a moment, trusting him wholeheartedly

This, of course, was a huge mistake

In a letter from Lily to Sirius, Lily noted that Peter seemed odd after the McKinnons (including Marlene, their friend) were killed. Some fans think this is a hint that Peter assisted in their murder to earn his place as Death Eater

On Halloween 1981, Voldemort watched James play with Harry in the living room, amusing him with lights from his wand

James tossed his wand down to do something and when Voldemort broke into their home, he was completely unarmed

Despite being unarmed, James (age 21) immediately told his wife to take their son and run

With no wand, a young James Potter stood against the most powerful wizard (save Dumbledore) of their time

He was killed instantly trying to stand between Voldemort and his family

QUOTE FROM BOOK: “James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut”

In his final moments, he would have been thinking of Lily and Harry, but also would blame himself for their deaths for trusting Peter

Shortly after, Lily was also murdered, and their son was orphaned

Notably, they could have survived if they had had James’s invisibility cloak, but Dumbledore had asked to borrow it and had still not returned it

In 1995, Harry battled with Voldemort and saw his most recent murder victims, including James, who encouraged Harry

James’s final appearance was in 1998 during the Battle of Hogwarts when Harry used the Resurrection Stone

He told Harry that he was so proud of him, and Harry said his parents were his courage

Harry named his firstborn son James after his father, and he was a troublemaker just like his namesake

#An Introduction to the Marauders Tragedy For New Fans #marauders #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #flowerpott #the marauders era #jily #lily evans #peter pettigrew #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #professor dumbledore #severus snape

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Do it. Elaborate on the Shrek au. I dare you.

oh god. oh god. well i cannot resist now i have been dared. remember that u asked for this. Also, this is mainly a collection of vague thoughts & details that maybe do not matter all that much, and will probably not make sense if u havent watched it.

fundamentally, shrek is a film (insert ‘im not even going to call it a movie’ meme here) about learning to love yourself as you are, but also about opening up to other people & letting them help you & also about how those two things interact with each other.

And who kind of hates himself and feels like a monster and uses the help of his friends? remus, of course. However! to even slightly maintain the vibe of the film the main character has to look hideous and intimidating to others, so we’re adding the lore that everyone can see that he’s a werewolf because of a particular scar on his head.

(sidenote: remember when sirius volunarily locked himself into a cave and looked like shit and ate rats? he would also make a good shrek, but if im going to list all the alternative ways this could be done we’ll never be done)

Then, an enthusiastic four-footed sidekick: prongs. yes, it’s James in stag form. no, i don’t think he’ll be human at any point in the movie. (He has to be an outcast, that’s what unites them all, after all)

Also, the swamp is the shrieking shack.

now it’s going to get complicated, because unfortunately shrek wasn’t made with the idea of a marauders au in mind, which is kind of inconsiderate tbh. I’d make voldemort Lord Farquad just so that all the ‘compensating for something’ jokes can be replaced with something along the lines of: ‘well u know what they say: the smaller the nose,,,,’

the magic mirror that snitches on them is Peter, and he tells voldemort that to be complete he needs a seventh horcrux and that the only thing fit for that is this one Black family heirloom. The black family will only give it away as a wedding gift. enter sirius black, stage left.

lily is the dragon but. we’ve got to change the personality. lily is simply a Professional and wants to do her job, but james, overconfident as always, says he’ll be able to distract her with his seductive skills (yes, hes still a stag). Weirdest thing? it works. lily, who has never really talked to anyone before, just burned them to a crisp, is too busy laughing to really do anything. Somehow the whole ranting and never stop talking thing is the perfect approach, and Lily is quite curious about the outside world and how it has changed those past few years, and she is quite glad that she doesn’t have to kill him, because turns out he was just lost, and that must be true because he hasn’t asked about the prince yet.

And then she spots Remus and Sirius getting away and realizes she was tricked. she isn’t exactly. proud of her reaction but to be fair trying to burn and kill people was just her knee-jerk reaction at that point!! she didn’t really have the time to get used to the talking thing!!

ehhh sirius changes into a. fucking dog at night. and he can’t control it. that’s the curse.

that one robin hood-like figure? that came to attack them? the blonde one with the song. yes that’s Gilderoy Lockhart and Sirius enjoys punching him very much (#letsiriusblackgoferal2021). Remus enjoys watching the punching and such and then the cute and slightly disturbing bonding montage starts.

they take shelter in the windmill, sirius transforms into a dog but can still talk for plot reasons, and explains the whole being cursed and needing a true love’s kiss etcetera. remus got him a flower but drops it when he hears the words ‘but who could ever love a mangy mutt’ and it’s all a very sad misunderstanding and voldemort takes sirius away. (sorry abt putting the image of sirius and voldemort marrying into ur head <3)

Here, for fun, I’d suggest just giving Lily some time to shine, going out, exploring the world, because she doesn’t really have a job anymore and doesn’t know what to do. She sees the fairytale people, the different ones, and how they are treated and how lord voldemort tries to get them all away because it doesn’t fit into his worldview. It’s horrible, and at her core, she’s a protector, so one day she just swoops two dwarfs (marlene and dorcas) onto her back, away from the soldiers who try to make them go down the mines and stay there forever, out of sight.

They have fun & explore & become friends, honestly, and her new friends want to show her some really cool dwarven shit let’s say a nice gemstone. Lily gives the appropriate reaction but unfortunately a very big dragon isn’t very subtle and the soldiers manage to find them and to capture marlene and dorcas, who both encourage lily to just get away as fast as possible. and lily does. she flies and flies and keeps flying until she can’t and then she stops next to a lake and cries.

that’s where she sees james again. they talk, james consoles her, says that at least she had that friendship because friendship is the most important thing in the world, and then we see him have a lightbulb moment. He makes up with remus.

They crash the wedding! sirius appreciates the dramatics of it all, and, not one to be bested, reveals that he changes into a dog when the sun goes down. lord voldemort, appaled, calls for his guards (remember, the problem isn’t necessarily ugliness, here, but the exclusion of the non-normal, non-human people (shrek as a metaphor for queerness anyone?)) and lily eats him. #girlboss

remus hugs dog-sirius, and he’s smiling a lot more than we’ve seen so far in this film!! he also presses a small kiss to the top of sirius’ head just because. not much happens but a few seconds later sirius seems to concentrate and suddenly he’s human again (a delighted human, to be clear). he concentrates again and he’s a dog. human-dog-human-dog-human. remus, although he isn’t quite sure what’s going on, watches with a fond smile. sirius remembers he’s there and they kiss and it’s cute ig

ending scene is a big party with a banner of ‘we ended the monarchy!!!!’ and next to it there’s a painting of the person who was elected as president and it’s Just Some Guy. halfway through the party james decides to defend lily’s honour and crosses out the ‘we’ and writes down ‘I’ and drapes it around lily as if it’s a sash. remus and sirius are also vibing. dorcas and marlene are furiously digging out gems and giving them to each other (it’s how they flirt). the end <3

#i am. so tired goodnight #i WILL tag this however yall are going to see this my apologies #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #do i dare to tag this as my writing #oh to hell with it #mywriting #james potter #lily evans #if anyone unfollows me now i understand #i wrote this while tired this isnt my best work. or maybe it is #skdjh okay goodnight <3 if im writing shrek aus thats probably a sign that i should go to bed

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