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moonlight-prose · 9 months
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hiiiii um idk if what I'm about to ask is 🥃 or 📞 but u tell me. So I'm mostly asking what are your random headcanons about Jake lockley and Jake lockley only 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
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JAKE LOCKLEY HEADCANONS
a/n: the way i can go on and on about this man. i'm so in love with him it's insane and quite possibly ridiculous. but seriously he's so interesting. i'm gonna do bullet points beneath the cut because i tend to ramble.
warnings: jake lockely is a romantic who fucks. he can do both.
Jake Lockley is a man of sheer will and strength. He is a protector, who is there for the people he cares about. I always go back to how he showed up in the final fight to protect Marc and Steven from getting killed. He's there without being there.
While he does wear a hard shell around him (his own version of armor), he's soft on the inside.
I fully believe that this man would melt in the hands of the right person. Show him a little attention, show that he can trust you, and he's smitten.
He's shy.
Probably not in the way Steven gets shy. No Jake is shy in the way that he doesn't like opening up to people. He hides in plain sight, observing rather than interacting.
I'm pretty sure the first time someone asks him out, he's stunned and unsure of what to do next.
That's not to say he's not a man who has charm and knows how to use it. He FLIRTS. (i.e. getting Steven a date).
But if it's that special someone who fits him perfectly, he's done for.
A mess of trying to protect them and love them the best way he knows how.
Some days that may mean making them a cup of their favorite coffee, or helping them fight their battles (literally and figuratively), or picking up flowers on the way home.
Don't get me wrong, Jake is a romantic. He's put up with Steven's lovey dovey nature for so long (and he refuses to admit some of it wore off on him).
He'll take you out. Go dancing. Go to dinner. He'll wine and dine you, charm you with his smile and soft touches. He wants to know he has as much of your heart as you have of his.
Doesn't mean he won't drag you to the bathroom after dinner, his hand quickly clamping over your mouth to stifle any sounds you might make as he fucks you in the stall.
But that ALSO doesn't mean he won't make you scream his name as he takes you apart tenderly and reverently in his bed at home.
I wouldn't be giving headcanons about this man if I didn't address how he would protect you and what lengths he would go to.
WOULD KILL FOR YOU. WOULD START A WAR FOR YOU. This man is not about working it out through words like Steven. If you get hurt, or even worse, he's already doing what he can to keep you safe. And that's NOT pushing you away (i'm looking directly at you marc spector).
No he would make sure you are okay before going to work. He's that romantic.
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im-poe-dameron · 2 years
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Nah bc celestial serenities actually made me tear up? Like I could feel the emotion between the two of them and your scene descriptions are just *chefs kiss*. Pls keep it up!
It did??? I am a ball of emotions on the floor this is so kind! I overthink my descriptions half the time so this really boosted my serotonin levels. Please take an obi-wan kenobi as a thank you darling. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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idoodlestuffsometimes · 11 months
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Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 12 (Part 2)
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AU MASTER POST
BEGINNING | PREVIOUS | NEXT
[Image ID under the cut]
[IMAGE ID: Three pages of a black and white comic.
PAGE ONE
PANEL 1: Perry Porter continues his news report. "Further investigation," he says, "reveals that this human has been the subject of sightings in Bonesborough for a few weeks now, and is the cause of a recent disturbance at Hexside School. For further comment, here is my own son, Augustus." PANEL 2: Perry interviews Gus, who is grinning with excitement. "Augustus, is it true you've encountered this human before?" "Yeah!" exclaims Gus, "She snuck into the school and now she's my friend! Her name is Luz!" PANEL 3: "Now that they're together, I can see…" says Belos. "It's them." With a point of his finger, he conjures hologram-like illusions of Luz and Lillith, who stand in the throne room facing them, with their names above their heads. "I don't understand," says Caleb. PANEL 4: The illusions have transformed into Luz and Lilith in their disguises from "Elsewhere and Elsewhen." The names over their heads have changed to "Luzura" and "Aunt Dirtrude." "I had to consult memory magic to be sure," Belos says, "but I was correct." Caleb reads the names out loud: "Luzura and--" PANEL 5: He points, laughing. "Wait, is that the witch who broke your nose?" "They're the two who helped me find the Collector," Belos grumbles. "I did always have questions about them. Clearly there was time magic involved."
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PANEL 1: A profile view of Caleb, quietly sad. "I see," he says. "And this human attacked a witch in a duel." PANEL 2: But then he turns and brings a hand to his chin in thought. "But… the boy called her his friend?" "Either a cunning ploy, or she is… struggling to find her way," responds Belos. "Either way, she isn't ready to face a witch." PANEL 3: A view of footage from the news report, projected by the crystal ball. In a moment from the episode "Convention," Eda exposes the power glyph used on Amity while Luz looks on in surprise. Belos continues to speak off screen. "If it wasn't for the Owl Lady's intervention, she would have sorely lost." "The Owl Lady protected her?" Caleb asks. "Yes, it appears my suspicions were correct." PANEL 4: "The portal door has reappeared, in the hands of another one of your blasted Clawthornes." A close-up of Belos against a totally black background, his face shadowed. One hateful eye gleams from behind his mask. PANEL 5: A close-up of Caleb staring up at him, also shadowed against black. His face is lined, his single pupil a pinprick. His expression is schooled neutral. "And just as before," Belos continues off screen, "the witch has taken advantage to claim a human soul." PANEL 6: "No wonder the child came to me for help. If not for Lilith, perhaps I could have aided her back then." He stands in front of the projection, watching the newscast, his back to Caleb. "I should order her collected and brought here. Shield her from further corruption. If only the Owl Lady wasn't guarding her." PANEL 7: A close up of Caleb jolting forward, fearful. "NO!" he bursts out.
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PANEL 1: A close-up of Belos glowering dangerously over his shoulder, lit by the broadcast from behind. "No?" PANEL 2: Caleb sweats. "I mean. Philip, don't you think it'll look suspicious to show too much interest in a human?" PANEL 3: Caleb takes Belos hand, clutching him imploringly. "Not to mention the possibilities of meddling in the time-line. It's too risky." Belos isn't looking at him anymore. He looks ahead at the illusion of Luz, whose back is to us in the foreground. His expression is unreadable. PANEL 4: A high angle shot of Belos and Caleb watching Luz's illusion. Caleb still clings to Belos. Luz's illusion is alone now, staring at them blankly as she stands at the far end of the throne room. "Yes," Belos agrees, "I fear it's too early to intervene. It seems the Lord is testing her." PANEL 5: "For now," he continues off screen, "she will have to face the temptations of this realm on her own." A close-up of Caleb, letting out a breath of relief. PANEL 6: Caleb's eyes snap open. Belos' hand has come up to brush his cheek. PANEL 7: Belos pulls Caleb into a hug. Caleb's face over Belos' shoulder is drawn in supressed, silent horror, cast in deep shadows, as Belos murmurs to him reassuringly. "Don't worry, Caleb. The Owl Lady will be taken care of. And then the portal to the human realm will be in safe hands." PANEL 8: Belos and Caleb in profile against a black background, casting long shadows on the ground. Belos hunches over Caleb, one arm around his back and the other hand on the back of his head, pressing him close. Caleb dangles limply, face towards the ceiling, pulled halfway out of his wheelchair. Belos murmurs into Caleb's hair. "I won't let history repeat."
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solomons-finest-rum · 7 months
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“As The Crow Flies” (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) — PART 4 (FINALE)
SUMMARY — By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfie’s living room, nor calling the man “darling” for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — I feel like, perhaps, that is enough said in that little Alfie corner of mine. I'm not sure if I will return with any more stories. Thank you so much for the support along the way! I love you all dearly. One more note, some dialogue here is directly stolen from the show, because it was just too good not to.
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You stayed observant through that bizarre meeting at Tommy’s equally bizarre mansion and gathered information as quietly and efficiently as you were taught to do. As you quickly learned, in Tommy’s new circles nobody suspected women of anything. This, you suspected, would surely be their downfall.
Jack Nelson was as infuriating as you had expected him to be. Not only did he insult your entire family by pretty much assuming you all still lived in caravans and told fortunes, he continued to be offensive even when he didn’t speak. Which wasn’t often. The man loved to hear the sound of his own voice and didn’t try to hide it.
Your infamous sister-in-law, Gina Gray, didn’t take too kindly to another woman present at the table—but seeing as she had felt so emboldened to restructure the Shelby organisation pretty much straight off the boat, you didn’t pay her any mind. She earned herself no favours with her ill-placed boldness.
What did amuse you most was the perpetual scowl on Lady Diana’s face, along with Oswald Mosley’s poorly concealed surprise at your presence. For a split of a second you regretted you had agreed to the plan. Perhaps you should have stayed in Margate… As your husband would say, life was so much easier when you were dead.
But it was too late to dwell on it. Somehow, both sides of your family came to accept a consensus those weeks ago, when the Shelbys invaded your seaside sanctuary on a misguided rescue mission. If there ever was a moment to compare your life to “Beauty and the Beast,” that would probably have been it.
Now one foot in the Shelby camp, one with the Solomonses, you really had to try very hard not to laugh in Jack Nelson’s face when he opened his mouth once more and the following came out:
“So you’re the sister,” he pointed to Ada whose scowl in comparison to Lady Diana’s was truly unmatched, “you’re the aunt,” he looked at Polly, “and you… You are cousins with Thomas, which I suppose makes you the sister-in-law to my favourite niece. How queer.” 
“Astute observation,” you muttered.
Jack Nelson remained unaffected. It seemed he could only pay attention to the words he spoke, the rest was lost to him.
“So it seems you and I are in the minority, Mr. Mosley. This,” Jack let out a humourless chuckle, “this feels too much like a witch coven and too little like a business meeting. Meant no offence, ladies.”
“Oh, Jack, you’re so blunt!” Gina rolled her eyes and gladly accepted her drink from Mosley.
“How refreshing,” sighed Lady Diana, “a man who isn’t careful with his words.”
Fish out of water, you didn’t comment, but Polly then spoke for the both of you:
“Yes, surely speaking your mind around gangsters should prove most beneficial.” She lit a cigarette in her usual dramatic way and handed you a match. You lit yours, too.
Jack looked at you both with an incredulous look, then let out a most uncomfortable chortle.
“I can see the family resemblance, you know…” He pointed towards you then turned to Gina. “Doesn’t she look just like Michael with that stony stare? I wondered… I wondered, sister dear, if you weren’t a fake, but now I see the Shelbys have not one lying bone in their bodies.”
How about the Solomonses?, you thought to yourself, but otherwise responded by leaning back in your seat and blowing out the cigarette smoke at the ceiling. Fortunately, the details of your marriage remained undisclosed for non-family members, because they weren’t yet useful.
And you didn’t consider the Americans your family.
Your indifference didn’t earn you any allies, but at least it seemed that Jack Nelson was most content when monologuing, so you let it be. Better they thought you a moron instead of suspecting the plot.
“Now, see, this is what I was hoping to hear from Thomas Shelby himself, but I wonder… What does Shelby Company Limited actually do?” Jack asked then, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
Oh, he thinks himself so smart, you thought, still silent as a grave.
Ada glared at him instead, like one might at a roach, and you started to wonder how many in the present company were actually holding any weapons. Gina looked too doped to care, you reasoned, and Lady Diana would never get her hands dirty, this much you could already tell after having known her for about thirty minutes. Jack might be carrying a piece and Mosley too, but both looked entirely too placated and confident in the company of women.
Of course, having predicted your fiery nature, you remained under strict orders from Tommy not to murder anyone. Yet. Alfie judged him well, you thought. Tommy truly could read anyone’s character like an open book.
But, as things stood, you were under no orders that concerned you plotting, and so you plotted in silence. Killing one of them would probably mean the other would attack immediately, but which would be easier to subdue should the occasion arise? You considered that precise conundrum when the door to the parlour opened once more and in it stood Tommy Shelby.
“Apologies for the delay, gentlemen. Ladies.” 
Now Tommy, you reasoned, he’d probably be greatly opposed to you starting a shootout in his home, but then he wouldn’t dare to kill you, not in front of Polly, and probably not while Alfie still drew breath. But by gods, you were growing tired of Jack Nelson’s tongue.
As Tommy sat down, a cigarette between his lips and a glass of Irish whiskey in his hand, you looked him in the eye and let yourself smile just a little. As far as cousins went, Tommy wasn’t so terrible.
“Tommy,” Gina cajoled. “Care to finally clue us in?”
“In what?” Tommy asked, his face a stony mask that revealed nothing, but somehow you already knew he despised the woman just as much as you all did.
Despite Jack Nelson’s sincerest efforts in assumption, though, your family wasn’t yet adept in mind reading and further explanations had to follow:
“Now, Mr. Shelby, Gina tells me this young lady there, your cousin, was presumed dead for the past decade or so,” said Mosley. “How curious indeed. I wonder why she is then present at the meeting? Is she sympathetic to the cause?”
The thought of a shootout came back to you like lightning. This time you got slightly panicky. You had no idea where the fascist’s reasoning would lead and you didn’t want to find out. 
Tommy looked at him as he lit his cigarette, then back at you to give you the tiniest nod of approval. You almost laughed. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe his grandfather’s gift truly allowed him to hear your thoughts.
“So not only can you Shelbys reach the dead, you can also raise them. My, my, Mr. Shelby, that will soon prove to be a very useful skill,” Mosley commented and Diana gave him a brilliant smile.
These people, you concluded, were trained parrots and fucking idiots. With the exception, perhaps, to Gina, who all in all seemed to have been trained in nothing.
“That remains to be seen.” Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette.
“Seeing as we’re all women and scarcely any men here,” Jack swiftly changed the subject, “I wonder where the husbands are? Are they not involved in family meetings?”
An ice-cold shiver went through you and Polly grasped your hand in hers to stop you from reacting. But you already felt panic settle in. Either this was idle talk or Jack Nelson wasn’t as ill-informed as you had judged him.
“Mine’s sadly dead now,” Ada answered sharply to Jack Nelson’s provocation, “but of course we speak often.”
If looks could kill, the one she sent Jack would burn him to a crisp. You smirked at the thought.
“Well, I’m bored now,” Gina announced and Ada rolled her eyes at the bratty behaviour. “Are we waiting for anyone else? Or can we finally get to business?”
Funny she should speak of business, you thought, seeing as she had no say in any. You, on the other hand, remained most curious on the subject of vendetta. Polly turned to Tommy and gave the slightest of nods.
“Perhaps, Mr. Mosley, we can turn to what practical things Mr. Nelson can do to further our cause, while he’s in the country,” Tommy said.
“Wouldn’t you I rather whisper in the President’s ear?” Jack Nelson smirked. “That is kind of why I’m here, right?”
Mosley seemed either pleased or exasperated at the suggestion, you couldn’t quite tell. His eyes remained dark and lifeless.
“We do, indeed, have things for you to pass on to the President,” he murmured, “but not while we share the table with Jewish whores.” He turned to you and in an instant you knew the charade was over. “Mr. Shelby, I truly expected better from you, but then again… Some blood runs thicker.”
There would be no swaying the room. Not when Mosley turned sharply to Jack and Gina and declared:
“That woman is the widow of Alfie Solomons, the late… king of Camden Jews,” he scoffed. “She is no aid in our cause, but a spy. One, I must say, very poorly concealed, Mr. Shelby.”
“Is that true?” Gina turned to you, eyes bright and wide from prolonged cocaine use. “You’re his wife?!”
“The widow,” Lady Diana corrected snidely, not without satisfaction. “His motley crew of sewer rats is no threat to anyone anymore, I assure you.”
You tried your best to remain calm, but the thought of the knife you kept concealed in your skirts grew stronger. The fascist idiot didn’t know your husband yet lived and while the information wouldn’t exactly help you right then, you held onto it for dear life. Nothing would happen to you while Alfie drew breath, this much you knew.
“Well then,” Ada sighed, “I’d say the negotiations are over?”
“Well,” Lady Diana chuckled humorlessly, “I’d say it was a pleasure, but my parents raised me better.”
Polly stood up first and perhaps that would be the end of it, had Lady Diana kept her mouth shut and didn’t whisper to her what she did:
“Gypsy scum.”
The movement was swift and sharp—obviously well-practised. One moment the hairpin was holding up Polly’s rich brown curls, the next it was firmly lodged in Lady Diana’s nose, all the way to her brain; Lady Diana’s face froze, twisted in pain and horror, and blood dripping through her eyes. 
Then, chaos ensued. Everyone rose from their seats, but only Tommy remembered his drills and, unlike Mosley, he would never be as arrogant to have come unprepared. 
“I will have no gorja speak like that of my kin,” he said calmly as he raised his revolver to Mosley’s head. “So when you meet the devil, say my greetings for me.”
Tommy shot him in cold blood and that, alongside a curse in his tongue of old, seemed enough to subdue even a man like Jack Nelson. Of course, to your great satisfaction, Gina swiftly joined her uncle’s bloodied corpse on the beautiful Persian rug—the corpse with your knife stuck in his neck.
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“Now then, Tommy, what are we to do with you, hm?” Alfie exclaimed as soon as Tommy’s men let him inside the parlour that was now undergoing impromptu redecorating efforts. 
To their credit, Tommy’s maids scrubbed the blood off the furniture like it was their lives true calling, all the while you sat side by side with Polly and Ada, smoking cigarettes and pretending to be fine.
“Hello, Alfie,” Tommy hummed his usual greeting and handed Alfie a drink the man obviously refused.
“Nah, I don’t touch that stuff, mate, but I should see to my wife, perhaps, she looks like she dearly needs some looking after, right, especially since you Shelbys remain savagely as per fuckin’ usual!”
Tommy smirked at that, then motioned Arthur inside as soon as he saw his brother in the hall.
“Is it done, Arthur?”
“We burnin’ them outside, Tom, like you said,” the elder Shelby grunted.
“And can I say, right, about fuckin’ time that fascist burns in hell!” Alfie roared and came closer to place an affectionate kiss on your cheek.
“You alright then, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, reaching for his hand.
“She’s fine,” Polly scoffed.
“Right, high time I take my bride back home then, Tommy, since your war efforts are quenched, I hope, yeah, an’ I now find myself avenged,” Alfie concluded, thoroughly ignoring Polly’s implications. “Don’t think on any debt collection, though, Tommy, I know ya well enough and one look at this mangled face should halt any such notions from you, all right?” 
You stood when Alfie offered you his arm and smiled at Polly affectionately, seeing as she still remained vigilant around the man. Perhaps that would be their way.
“Hope to see you again, Cousin?” Ada grinned at you in a manner that greatly reminded you of Tommy—something feral in that smile still kept you on your toes.
“I hope so as well,” you said.
“Perhaps we should turn to Boston, dearest?” Alfie’s gruff voice brought you back to reality. “I hear my uncle remains a man of wisdom, even now he’s past sixty. But such is the way in my family, don’t you worry. I ain’t leavin’ you a simperin’ corpse anytime soon…”
As you said your goodbyes to the Shelbys, despite Alfie’s annoyance and pointedly showing you his pocket watch, your heart felt fuller than ever before in your tortured existence. You entered your curious marriage an orphan and somehow along the way found you had a clan to call your own on two continents.
“Lead the way, husband,” you chirped as Alfie led you to his car.
“Aye, I should hope to finally lead you away from the viper’s nest, wife,” Alfie grumbled, though you could tell he was only mildly annoyed. “Now that ya saved England with your damnable cousins might I humbly persuade you not to leave my side for the foreseeable future?”
“Why, Alfie, with talk like that people might think you grew fond of me.”
“People can well think what they fuckin’ like,” he scoffed and then kissed you the way he knew you liked to be kissed—like the world stopped for a second around you two and nothing mattered, just as long as your gangster husband would not stop kissing you.
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inkymoon16 · 6 months
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Matchmaking
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Remus Lupin x Reader
The only empty seat on the train is with Sirius, James, Lily and their friends. Since it's a full moon Remus is not on the train. But they think you two would be a good match...
Naturally you were in a rush. You flew through the magical barrier at Platform 9 ¾ and went careening around the corner with your luggage almost falling off the cart. Parents waved goodbye to their children through tear filled eyes but you pushed through the throng of the crowd. You unloaded your things to a train conductor and boarded the train, slightly out of breath. 
Boarding the train always made you a little bit downcast because there was no one to wave goodbye to. When your parents died in a car accident, your aunt whisked you away to an orphanage. Alone and cold, your world changed for the better the day you got the Hogwarts letter in the mail. One of the headmasters at the school was the same as you, a witch. 
You searched the train for an empty seat but as you passed full compartment after full compartment your heart sank. There wasn’t a seat to be found. You didn’t really make friends your first year so there was no one to rely on to save you an empty spot. 
The first thing you heard was their laughter that drifted into the hallway. You peered through the glass windows to see an empty seat. Now faced with actually inserting yourself into a group of people your skin broke into a cold sweat. You must have stalled for a couple seconds too long because a girl with flame red hair and pale skin opened the compartment doors for you and waved you in.
“The train is so packed today! We have an open seat if you want to sit with us though.” She said. You awkwardly shuffled in, sitting down next to a boy with black hair and an impish smile. “I’m Lily by the way. This is James, Sirius, Marlene, Peter, and Mary.” 
“Hi, I’m Y/N.”
“What year are you?” Sirius inquired.
“Second year.”
They all broke out into a smile. “Yeah, us too.” 
As comfortable conversation broke out among the compartment you found you had a lot in common with the rest of the group. It was very easy to sit among them and their company was good fun. They seemed to like you. 
At dinner that night they invited you to sit with them which gave you hope for new friends. They were a raucous group, with little care for the rules. They laughed loud, talked with their mouths full, and poked fun at each other. But they all clearly cared deeply for each other. 
“Hey, I think Y/N will get along really well with Moony. They’re both so quiet.” James said. You gave an awkward smile at the mention of being quiet. You hated being referred to as quiet. Somehow that word had such a negative connotation that you just couldn’t stand. 
Lily looked over at you. “You’re right. But something tells me that Y/N isn’t that quiet.” She smiled at you, as if reading your thoughts.
“Who’s… Moony?” You asked. 
“Only our best friend!” Sirius boomed. “His family is still on holiday traipsing some sort of mystical mountains saving animals or some other ridiculous bullshit.” 
“He’ll be returning tomorrow though. We’re throwing a party in his honor just because. You should come to Gryffindor tower. Our parties are somewhat legendary.” James said, puffing his chest with a pompous flair. 
“Yeah, I’d love to.” You responded, smiling a real smile for the first time in what felt like ages. 
As you walked through the drafty castle halls towards the Gryffindor common room you couldn’t help but let your imagination wander about “Moony”. You had kept to yourself last year and you really hadn’t seen this group of people before. You’d seen Lily in the library often which made you feel drawn to her. They all agreed that you’d like Moony so maybe this could lead to a good friendship. Hopefully he was attractive. 
They had given you the password at dinner last night so you entered the Gryffindor tower with ease. The common room was crowded with lots of people. It was loud, but not raucous yet. You spotted Lily’s red hair from across the room and made your way over. The common room was cozy despite its massive size. Spiral staircases led their way up to the dorms. 
“Glad to see you here!” Lily said genuinely. 
James and Sirius join your company and you all chat about your first day of classes. Their easy joking manner made conversation flow effortlessly. Your eyes roamed the common room, looking at all the people that had come to this party. 
Sirius caught you marveling at all the people. “See I told ya. Legends.”
You laughed at his comment. “Who’s that?” Across the room, near the record player stood a mysterious looking boy. He had light colored hair and a mousy look to his face. He was attractive in a studious way. 
James followed your gaze. “Oh him? That’s Moony!” He grinned. “I knew it. I’ve never been wrong in my life. Knew ya’d like him.”
You blushed, embarrassed. They ushered you over to him and James gave him a slap on the back. 
“Remus, this is my dear friend Y/N.”
So his real name wasn’t Moony. You wondered where he got that nickname from. 
You gave a shy smile. “Hey, I’m Y/N.” 
You two talked the entire night, the conversation never falling silent. James and Sirius were right, you guys had a lot in common. He was a very sweet boy and had a smart insight to many topics you talked about. 
The thing you shared the most with Remus was your taste in music. You discovered that you both shared a love for your favorite singer, David Bowie. He put on his favorite record and Bowie boomed across the entire common room. It was awesome. 
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Harry Potter is Really Magically Powerful
So, in continuation to this post, and my desire to show some love to Harry James Potter, this post is dedicated to showing how magically powerful Harry actually is in the books — which is insanely powerful. Harry doesn't think of himself as a great wizard, but he is — definitely powerful enough to be Voldemort's equal (and Dumbledore's for that matter).
Under the cut are some quotes from the books that prove this.
Accidental Magic
Let's start with Harry's childhood accidental magic. Tom was considered prodigious for being able to steal things with magic and make animals obey him intentionally. Neville, as a late bloomer, bounced when thrown, which is the bare minimum of childhood accidental magic young witches and wizards should be doing.
Now he came to think about it…every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry…chased by Dudley’s gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach…dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, he’d managed to make it grow back…and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn’t he got his revenge, without even realizing he was doing it? Hadn’t he set a boa constrictor on him?
(Philosopher's Stone, page 44)
Harry has:
Apparated out of Dudley's reach when in danger to get away - advanced magic only allowed to practice from the age of 16!
Growing back all his hair from not liking the bad haircut.
Disappearing the glass of the Boa Constrictor case and leashing it
not even when he’d had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he’d somehow turned his teacher’s wig blue.
(Philosopher's Stone, page 84)
4. Turning his teacher's hair blue.
We see Harry is capable of aparation, transfiguration, and various charms at a level that is considered prodigious. Harry was incredibly advanced as a child according to his feats of magic before even knowing magic was real. And while he wasn't as intentional as Tom, he was aware enough to know odd things happened when he was "furious or upset" that the odd things responded to him.
Intuitive Casting
I wrote later in this post about this, but I do want to write a whole essay about how magic works in the Wizarding world, but like, really in short, emotion and intention matter in magic. A lot.
And we see Harry make use of this fact to great effect. Using spells with intention to change the way they behave and they work for him because of how magically prodigious he is.
Harry raised his own wand. “Protego!” Snape staggered; his wand flew upward, away from Harry — and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his — a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. . . . A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies. . . . A girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick — “ENOUGH!” Harry felt as though he had been pushed hard in the chest; he took several staggering steps backward, hit some of the shelves covering Snape’s walls and heard something crack. Snape was shaking slightly, very white in the face.
(Order of the Phoenix, page 591)
This is from the last of Harry's and Snape's Occlumancy lessons. What's interesting here is that from Snape's words, it seems the protego spell isn't supposed to work like that. Harry is magically powerful enough to make protego (shield charm) to defend him from Legilamancy, turn the Legilamancy onto Snape and disarm Snape.
No wonder Snape is shocked, it really isn't supposed to work. Unless you're Harry Potter, that is.
He did say in their first lesson the rules of magic don't seem to apply to Harry.
“Reparo!” hissed Snape, and the jar sealed itself once more. “Well, Potter . . . that was certainly an improvement. . . .” Panting slightly, Snape straightened the Pensieve in which he had again stored some of his thoughts before starting the lesson, almost as though checking that they were still there. “I don’t remember telling you to use a Shield Charm . . . but there is no doubt that it was effective. . . .”
(Order of the Phoenix, page 591)
What I marked here is the fact in all their occlumancy lessons, even the first, Snape always placed a few memories in the pensive. He chose memories he didn't want Harry to see and place them there.
Okay... so why is that a big deal?
Snape repeatedly belittles Harry's magical skills, and yet, he fears Harry would turn the Legilemancy connection back on him. Legilemancy as Snape explained is no easy skill:
“Only Muggles talk of ‘mind reading.’ The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter . . . or at least, most minds are. . . .” He smirked. “It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly...”
(Order of the Phoenix, pages 350-351)
As such, he doesn't expect Harry to be capable of it. But that’s a lie. He clearly thinks Harry is skilled enough to be a threat in this situation. That Harry just might be able to turn this around and glimpse his own memories, which is no easy feat.
And Snape is many things, but stupid isn't one of them. If he thinks Harry is uniquely magically prodigious to be capable of this, then Harry probably is. Especially considering how much Snape hates Harry and how much he'd rather think he's stupid, useless, and unskilled.
“SHE KILLED SIRIUS!” bellowed Harry. “SHE KILLED HIM — I’LL KILL HER!” And he was off, scrambling up the stone benches. People were shouting behind him but he did not care. The hem of Bellatrix’s robes whipped out of sight ahead and they were back in the room where the brains were swimming. . . . She aimed a curse over her shoulder. The tank rose into the air and tipped. Harry was deluged in the foul-smelling potion within. The brains slipped and slid over him and began spinning their long, colored tentacles, but he shouted, “Wingardium Leviosa!” and they flew into the air away from him. Slipping and sliding he ran on toward the door.
(Order of the Phoenix, page 809)
Okay, so can we talk about this Levitation Charm? Please?
Like, get this, he uses Wingardium Leviosa, like a shield charm that sends multiple magical projectiles away from him. This isn't how this charm works, but it is if you're Harry Potter. (again, this is that intention use I mentioned)
The point is, that Harry is magically powerful enough to bend the way spells are meant to work to fit his will and situation.
And when Voldemort possesses him at the end of the fight in Order of the Phoenix:
He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature’s began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape — And when the creature spoke, it used Harry’s mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move. . . . “Kill me now, Dumbledore. . . .” Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again. . . . “If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy. . . .” Let the pain stop, thought Harry. Let him kill us. . . . End it, Dumbledore. . . . Death is nothing compared to this. . . . And I’ll see Sirius again. . . . And as Harry’s heart filled with emotion, the creature’s coils loosened, the pain was gone, Harry was lying facedown on the floor, his glasses gone, shivering as though he lay upon ice, not wood. . . .
(Order of the Phoenix, page 816)
Harry kicks Voldemort out.
As I mentioned, I have a a whole theory I'm drafting about magical theory and how magic works in the Wizarding World, but emotion as Harry describes in this scene is part of it. Emotion drives childhood accidental magic. Emotion is required to cast the Patronus charm and any of the unforgivable. Because of how emotion is tied to magic in this world, this instance is Harry's magic kicking Voldemort in his full power out of his mind.
Which is an impressive feat of magic.
Advanced Charmwork
“Oh — yeah —” said Harry, quickly forcing his thoughts back to that first broom ride. “Expecto patrono — no, patronum — sorry — expecto patronum, expecto patronum —” Something whooshed suddenly out of the end of his wand; it looked like a wisp of silvery gas. “Did you see that?” said Harry excitedly. “Something happened!”
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 238)
This is the first time Harry cast a Patronus Charm. On his very first try of this complex charm, most adult wizards fail at — he succeeds. It isn't a perfect casting. His happy memory isn't happy enough, but the problem isn't Harry's skill.
The fact he succeeded in casting it at all with how crap his life has been up to this point is a testament to his magical talent.
Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed “Crucio!” Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain as Neville had — she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing.
(Order of the Phoenix, page 810)
Harry, at age fifteen, casts the Cruciatus Curse for the first time. An advanced piece of dark magic that is tricky to cast. Sure, it wasn't the best cast Crucio, but it did work.
It did land.
It worked enough for Bellatrix to stop laughing and start taking Harry seriously.
Harry raised the hawthorn wand beneath the cloak, pointed it at the old goblin, and whispered, for the first time in his life, “Imperio!” A curious sensation shot down Harry’s arm, a feeling of tingling, warmth that seemed to flow from his mind, down the sinews and veins connecting him to the wand and the curse it had just cast.
(Deathly Hollows, page 452)
Like with the Cruciatus Curse, Harry succeeds in the Imperius curse on his first try (and the second try that happens immediately after). In general, Harry learns to cast most spells (even the advanced ones) incredibly quickly — like, on his first try. That's insane!
As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!” The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain, and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass, he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor. “I see what Bellatrix meant,” said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, “you need to really mean it.”
(Deathly Hollows, page 502)
And he gets better over time, both with the Cruciatus Curse, as we see here and his fully corporeal Patronus which is considered an unbelievable feat for a fifteen-year-old:
“Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I mean to say, it was more than vapor or smoke?” “Yes,” said Harry, feeling both impatient and slightly desperate, “it’s a stag, it’s always a stag.” “Always?” boomed Madam Bones. “You have produced a Patronus before now?” “Yes,” said Harry, “I’ve been doing it for over a year —” “And you are fifteen years old?” “Yes, and —” “You learned this at school?” “Yes, Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, because of the —” “Impressive,” said Madam Bones, staring down at him, “a true Patronus at that age . . . very impressive indeed.”
(Order of the Phoenix, page 141)
I agree Madam Bones, Harry is impressive and is Voldemort's equal magically. Harry isn't just Expelliarmos. he's clever and talented and very magically capable with every spell he tries his hand in.
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I NEED someone to write a fic of Klaus trying to do his mixed kids hair😤
A fic about soft Klonnie moments sounds like a nice idea! I accept any and every fic concept to share it with everyone else who loves Klonnie. What good is this space for if not sharing ideas!
That being said, Klaus is a thousand years old I think he would be well-educated in styling his daughter’s hair. If there were any struggles Bonnie would help him. TVD’s styling didn’t do Bonnie justice to not accommodate Kat. I reject this “bad hair Bonnie” canon! Kol wouldn’t be allowed to do any of their girls hair. This was a cute concept, so I gave it a try. Let me know your thoughts!
This took 15 minutes, so you might want to manage your expectations. Enjoy!
Iris peaked her head into her parent's bedroom to find her father alone in a chair sketching. She hates to interrupt his quiet time, but she needed him. While fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater, Iris cleared her throat. 
"Papa, who is going to do my hair with Mama gone?" she asked with distress painted on her face. "I can't go to school looking a mess!"
Klaus frowned at his child obviously being upset. "You sound like your Aunt Rebekah. I can do your hair for you."
"I'm not sure you're qualified," his daughter responded with a wary look in her eyes.
"I do have a few curls of my own, sweetheart."
"Yeah, but my hair is hard," Iris anguished. "Marina's waves are easy to manage."
Klaus inwardly sighed at his youngest daughter's bad habit of comparing herself to one of her elder siblings. He hoped to comfort her and ease her worry but knew this talk would be easier with Bonnie here. Then again, Iris wouldn't have come to him about her hair if Bonnie was present in the first place. Instead, she was off assisting a witch doctor in nursing a cursed wolf pack back to health.
"Your hair isn't hard," Klaus softly chided. "It's just different from your older sister's."
Iris wasn't quite sure if she believed him. He was her father. He had to love everything about her, even her difficult hair. It was his job as a parent to do so. "I guess..."
"Your lovely hair is just like your mother's and she taught me a few tricks," said Klaus as he stood to retrieve Bonnie's hair supplies that she didn't take with her. "Sit and be amazed."
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Kara hasn't even fully closed the door behind her when small legs come running towards her. She turns just in time to catch Esme in her arms.
“Aunt Kara!”
Kara winces a little at the loud greeting, but she wraps her arms around her little niece anyway. When she pulls back enough to get an actual look at her, and at Lena, who’s hovering nearby in the kitchen, she’s lost for words.
Esme looks like a miniature version of Lena. They’re both wearing a white, flowy blouse, a black vest and black pants. Esme even curled her hair in a way that looks exactly like Lena’s.
“Hi Bug,” Kara stutters out. “You look…nice.”
Esme squirms excitedly and Kara decides to set her back down. Esme grins and does a quick twirl and then runs over to the coffee table to grab what looks like a small, leather-bound grimoire.
“I’m Aunt Lena!”
“I can see that,” Kara nods. “Is there, um, what’s the occasion?”
“We’re going to get candy!” Esme squeals.
It’s then that Lena finally speaks. “What she means is that we are taking her trick or treating later.”
“Ah. Okay. And the, um, the outfit?”
“Well, you see, Esme told me this morning that she wanted to be a witch for Halloween. But when I took her to the costume store, she didn’t like any of the costumes they had there.”
“Witches don’t wear pointy hats,” Esme exclaims, her little fists propped against her hips. 
Slowly, Kara is beginning to understand.
“Right. So, this is a witch costume?” 
“Yes! Because Aunt Lena is a witch. And I look like her now.”
Kara smiles, then. “You really do.”
Before Kara can say anything else, Esme runs toward the living room, where Kara can hear Kelly and Alex arguing about how much candy Esme should be allowed to bring home. She turns to Lena and presses a short kiss against her lips.
“Hi.”
“Mm. Hey,” Lena whispers. “Sorry about the ambush. I was going to text you that your sister showed up with Esme and Kelly, but then I got sidetracked with getting this costume situation sorted out.”
Kara chuckles a little. “All good. But,” she pauses, trying to catch Lena’s gaze, “are you okay with this? I’m sure Esme is going to tell anyone within earshot that she’s a witch, and well…”
“And she looks like me,” Lena finishes for her.
Kara nods.
“Yes, darling. I’m fine with it. I doubt anyone will recognize me, or understand the real meaning behind the costume. And if someone does, well, J’onn has offered to alter some memories if necessary.”
And that puts Kara’s mind at ease. She’s sure that Lena is right, that no one is really going to put two and two together and figure out that Lena is an actual, real life witch. But the fact that J’onn has offered to take care of things if it does happen makes her feel better.
Before Lena can explain more, Kelly appears in the kitchen, with Alex and Esme right behind her.
“Thank you for doing this,” Kelly says. It’s clear from her voice and her facial expression that she is truly grateful for whatever support they can get with raising Esme.
Kara beams. “Of course! I love going trick or treating!”
“Oh, I know that,” Kelly laughs before turning more to Lena. “I mostly meant thank you for, you know, rolling with this.” She waves her hands toward Esme, who is fiddling with her little grimoire.
Lena responds with a soft smile. “Anything for my god-daughter.”
When Kelly bends down to help Esme tie her shoes, Lena leans into Kara and whispers:
“Just so you know, I have a private trick or treat moment planned for us for later tonight. So maybe don’t eat too much candy. I wouldn’t want you to be out of commission due to a stomach ache.”
Kara blushes a little and swallows. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Come on, Aunt Kara, let’s go!” Esme yells, already half-way out the door.
Lena smirks. “Yes, Aunt Kara. Let’s go. We have a long evening ahead of us.”
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Alpha!Klaus M. x Preg- Omega!Reader HC’s
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~When he found out you were pregnant he lost his God damn mind
•You momentarily had to wonder if vampires could go into shock as he froze in a way you had never seen Klaus freeze, still as a statue for about 30 seconds until you tried to walk away.  You had been planning to go call Elijah for help but Klaus thought you were leaving and as you got to the door his arms wound around your waist stopping you in your tracks
•"Where do you think you're going Little Wolf?"
"I think I was going to call Elijah to make sure you were okay, glad you've rejoined the land of the living...please tell me you want it because I'm not getting rid of her."
"Are you joking?!"  He seemed truly upset and you thought he was going to begin listing all of the reasons you were making a horrible choice.
"Please don't-"
"Of course you're not getting rid of our child!  I mean of course it's 100% your choice but I would be devastated if you didn't want this.  Don't worry love, everything is going to be okay, I'm going to take care of everything!  We need to get you checked out by a doctor, preferably a supernatural one, I think Elijah can help with that.  We're going to need to move you out of this apartment and into the mansion with me, finally!"  He crouched down to face your stomach, lifting your shirt and kissing just above your belly button.  "Thank you my little Princess for finally making your Mommy move in with Daddy, she's been fighting me on that for far too long-"
"Because your family is a lot!"
"Don't speak of my Littlest Wolfs aunts and Uncles like that!  Even if you are right."  He stood back up, wrapping his arms back around you and rubbing your butt just how he knew you liked.  "We need to set up the room next to ours as a nursery, get it painted a nice color, I can do some skylines, maybe some fun animals for her, I'm sure she'll love it.  We'll get a great crib, a rocking chair so she can sleep in my arms and never use said crib, I'll send Rebekah for clothes, you won't have to worry about anything, I promise my love!  She's going to love everything we-wait...how do you know it's a she?"  You broke down laughing at that point, unable to stop at the innocent look on the face of your hybrid Alpha before responding.
"I just feel it."  He placed his hand over yours on your stomach and kissed your head. 
"Im sure you're right."
•You we're completely moved in with ALL of your stuff from your apartment in under an hour, putting everything in the already empty drawers and seeing how long Klaus had been waiting for you to move in with him.
~His siblings were very supportive, they had loved you since the moment Klaus introduced you to them, all loving how you calmed their brother in a way they had never seen before
•Elijah was sure from the moment he saw you that you were the redemption he had always believed existed for his younger brother and the moment you told him you were pregnant his heart soared.  Elijah loved his family more than anything else in the world and the idea of adding a new member to it was everything he could have hoped for since the day they found Freya.  He helped Niklaus with the nursery as much as his hybrid brother would allow before turning to you and being sure to check on you at least 45 times a day, sometimes 46.
•Freya was thrilled.  She was psyched at the idea of training a new Mikaelson witch, even if she had quite a few years to go before that, excited to see how happy her little brother was as he waited on you hand and foot, even when you needed nothing.  She put a silencing spell on your room for you so you could get some peace and quiet as well as a lock charm on the door that not even Klaus could break, much to his displeasure.  You didn't use it much but as the mood swings got worse you knew it would come in handy.
•Kol tried to seem indifferent and everyone thought he was, everyone but you.  You noticed how he watched you the next morning as you walked through the kitchen, Klaus was still in bed otherwise he would be the one watching you like a hawk so Kol took it upon himself, discreetly.  You hadn't had any morning sickness today and were actually hungry so you began making French toast for yourself, getting everything out and just as you cracked the shell, getting a smell of the raw eggs, your stomach turned and you gagged, turning to find a trash bucket right in front of you in your brother in laws hands.  You doubled over it, taking it from him and he took hold of your hair, pulling it up into a messy bun.
•"Why don't I make the French toast for you Y/n, okay?  You go sit at the counter."
"Oh...thank you Kol, that's very helpful."  You washed your mouth out in the sink before drying your face and taking hold of the coffee pot when it was snatched out of your grasp.
"No you don't!  No coffee for the pregnant lady, I think Nik picked you up some juice at the store yesterday. Sit, I'll get it."  You were stunned but couldn't help your smile, nodding and hopping into the seat at the island counter.  At that moment you felt familiar hands around you and a kiss on your cheek.
"Good morning Little Wolf, how are you feeling?"  Apple juice was then set down in front of you by the youngest Mikaelson brother and you took a big gulp, seeing a shocked look on Klaus' face.
"I'm okay, Kol is making me French toast cause the smell of the eggs made me sick, isn't that sweet?"  Klaus snorted and Kol grumbled as he began frying the egg covered bread but you knew he was happy to do it either way.
•Rebekah was the only one who treated you no different, knowing you would prefer it like that.  The only difference she had was the shopping addiction, which in retrospect wasn’t really a difference, the only difference was the clothes weren’t for her. You had an outfit for EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of your baby's first year of life by the end of the week.
•"It's all necessary Y/n."
"Rebekah, she'll grow out of them before she can even wear everything!"
"Well then you're just going to have to have more than one!"  With that thought in mind Klaus was even happier, taken by the idea of breeding you full of another baby the second you gave birth to this one.  DAMMIT REBEKAH!
~If you thought Klaus was protective before, think again. He was down right POSSESSIVE now
•He took you to Starbucks later that week to get you a shaken tea with lemonade, your favorite drink that wasn't coffee as, like Kol, he refused to let you drink that anymore and he had sat you at a table while he went to grab your drinks.  A second later you saw a man before you, a coffee cup in his grasp and a bright smile on his face as he looked at you, commenting quickly on how gorgeous you looked today.
•"Isn't she just?  Pregnancy suits my lovely girl so much, just like your neck at a 90 degree angle is going to suit you if you don't get the fuck away from her right now."  The calm way he said it was the startling thing and the man was gone faster than you thought a human could be.
•He got irritated every time one of his siblings helped you with anything. He was distracted by the nursery he was painting so Elijah and Kol had been waiting on you practically hand and foot, and though it was driving you insane it was pissing Niklaus off.
•“She’s having my baby! Not yours! Stop doing my job!” You overheard him screaming at his brothers one morning, thinking you were still in bed and realizing Elijah had made you breakfast.
“Nik, they just want to help.” Rebekah defended, even though she found the whole thing comical.
“She’s my Omega, I’m supposed to take care of her-“
“And YOUR Omega is carrying OUR niece, we want to help. We’re not saying you can’t do it Niklaus, but you’ve been busy making sure your daughters nursery is perfect, let us assist while you do that.”
“Yeah, you can still take care of everything your Omega needs in the bedroom, we won’t take that from you.” Kol teased and you instantly knew that was your moment to come in, before someone gets injured.
“Good morning!” You shouted and everyone turned to greet you except your Alpha who was already facing his brother and just before he moved you shoved your way into his arms. “It was a joke Alpha, just a joke. Breathe.”
~Your Alpha was sure to warn every single potential enemy away from you, The Salvatore’s, Tyler Lockwood, the Bennett witch, Everyone!
•You had escaped one morning before anyone woke up, just wanting to go out alone and as you got to the grille and ordered your breakfast omelet full or cheese and bacon that you were craving you were joined in your booth by Damon Salvatore.
•“Omega.” He greeted, as if it was some kind of nickname.
“Call me that again and I will have my Alpha tear out your tongue and shove it up your asshole.” He rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less.
“Apologies. Look, I’m here to ask that you keep him on a shorter leash.” You looked up at him strangely as your plate was placed on the table along with your soda. “He’s threatening everyone left and right for doing absolutely nothing. Say what you will about how much we hate the Mikaelson’s but we would never hurt an Omega, let alone a pregnant one just to hurt them.” You knew Niklaus had spoken to them but you didn’t know it was to this extent.
“Okay, I’ll talk to him. However if I find out this is a lie I will kill you myself, I won’t need his help.” Damon nodded his head, jumping up and darting off quickly as you saw Nik run in with Elijah behind him, sighing in relief when he saw you.
“You can’t do that love, I thought you were hurt! What…was Damon here? I’ll kill-“
“Nikky. Stop. He told me how much you’re going out of your way to threaten them and I really don’t think they have an interest in me. Leave them alone. If you find out they’re up to something that’s different but stop trying to make people hate us more, it’s going to put our daughters life in danger even more.” He looked to be taking what you were saying to heart and you took his hand in yours. “Order something and have breakfast with me…and order me more hash browns.” He couldn’t hide his smile as you said this, going back to your food as Elijah flagged down the waitress, joining you as well.
~The day Klaus met his daughter he fell completely in love and you knew you would be having more children if not just to see that look on his face again.
•You had decided to call her Hope and everyone fell in love with the name.
•Your Alpha didn’t even want her to sleep in her crib and she didn’t. He laid her on your bed nestled safely in the pillows so he could tend to her instantly when she cried. When you finally put your foot down about her sleeping in her crib, you found him, quite often, not in your bed and sleeping on the floor in her room.
•He adored her, as did everyone and there was never a moment Hope wasn’t in someone’s arms.
•You had to throw a fit one day before everyone seemed to realize you wanted to hold your own baby, the scared looks on these Original vampires faces would have been funny if you hadn’t been so pissed. The apology you got later was one reserved for you, a genuine apology from your Alpha would be worth its weight in gold to anyone else but you demanded it and he knew it. It was the first night he slept in your bed all night, letting you tend to Hope when you heard her cry on the baby monitor.
•Your Alpha was happy. Truly happy, never believing having a daughter would be possible.
•“She’s gonna be a Daddy’s girl. Practically already is.” You told him, standing beside him as he stood in her doorway, watching her sleep.
“She’s going to adore you Little Wolf.” I nodded.
“I know, I’m her mom, she’d better but…I just figure we’re gonna need to try again if I want to have a little Momma’s boy, I’ve always wanted a son.” I admitted and he looked down at me, barely disguising the hopeful look on his face.
“Do you mean it? Really, you want-“
“I think we should get started right away.” I had barely finished the sentence when I was scooped off of my feet and hauled to our bedroom, right passed Elijah.
“We’ll start cleaning out another bedroom tomorrow, shall we?” He asked and as he slammed the door he shouted back.
“The room next to Hope’s will be perfect.”
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Blood of My Blood (Chapter Four) ~ Jacaerys/Aemond/Aegon x Jace’s Twin!Reader
A/N IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: lmfaoooooo here u go guys I could not WAIT to put this part out, FAMILY DRAMAAAAA 👀
Summary: A family tragedy leads to more reunions than one.
Link to previous chapters here.
TW: canon-typical incest, profanity, innuendo, light angst
Word Count: 2,578 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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The morning after Y/N claims Cannibal, more distressing news is received at Dragonstone. Lady Laena Velaryon has tragically passed in childbirth whilst in Pentos.
When Y/N wakes and hears the news, she does not speak to Jace, nor to her mother. She goes to her father, offering him her sympathies. Laenor embraces his daughter tightly, crying into her shoulder, bereaved beyond what he thought humanly possible.
Now that all the Velaryons have their own dragons, they fly to Driftmark for the funeral. Ser Qarl and their retainers come by ship, following along below them. The sky and the sea. Once they land, Y/N waits at the docks, eager to see her grandsires, aunt, and most of all, uncles again.
The first person she sees is Helaena. The princesses embrace each other quickly, Helaena staring at her niece. She giggles to herself after a moment.
“Congratulations, dearest Y/N,” she smiles secretively, “You have claimed not just Cannibal, but three other dragons.”
Before Y/N can ask what she means, Helaena’s septa is pulling her away.
The King and Queen disembark next, the King being quite tired from his travels. After a quick, but affectionate, greeting, the King and Queen leave to meet with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.
Then, Princess Y/N sees two very familiar young men.
“Uncle Aemond, Uncle Aegon!” Y/N lets out an entirely unladylike scream as she barrels towards the boys, “I’ve missed you so much!”
Aegon stands before her first, “You aren’t angry at me anymore, Niece?”
She pauses and turns to Aemond, “If you’ve forgiven him, I shall too. But only if you have, Uncle.”
Aemond smiles shyly and nods, “It’s alright, Y/N. I know you’ve missed us both.”
She quickly embraces Aegon, “I’m so, so, so glad to see you!”
“You’re glad for the death of your aunt, Niece? That doesn’t bode too well for us, now, does it?” Aegon teases, embracing her tightly and kissing her cheek.
He allows his lips to linger on her skin for a moment and all of the feelings Y/N harbors for him come rushing back in full force. She meets his gaze, her eyes flickering between his eyes and lips, biting her own. He smirks and releases her, hoping that he has left her longing for him as he does for her.
Then, it is Aemond’s turn. He smiles at her softly, pulling her into his arms. She nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck.
“I missed you the most, truth be told. You’re my best friend, after all,” she whispers, making his smile widen.
“I promised you I’d see you soon, didn’t I?” Aemond responds, squeezing her tight.
“By the way,” she says after Aemond lets go, her countenance bright and proud, “You are now looking at a dragon rider.”
The boys are completely silent for a moment, before the silence is broken by the elder brother.
“She’s completely mad,” Aegon scoffs, rolling his eyes, “An absolute nutter. Truly, Niece, I had wondered when it would finally happen. Don’t the peasants say when a Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin and hold their breath? Well, it has happened. First time since Maegor that we have a real lunatic. Well done, Princess.”
“Where did you even find a dragon, Y/N?” Aemond asks skeptically.
“Come on then, I’ll show the both you if you don’t believe me!” Y/N says, grabbing the pair of them by their hands, running to the Dragonpit.
She leads them to the great black beast, who grows restless in the pit. He settles when he sees Y/N, letting out a low purr, lumbering over to her. Aemond and Aegon immediately know who this is from his green eyes.
The wild one. The Cannibal.
“You claimed a wild dragon,” Aemond gasps, “Amazing.”
Aegon lets out a low whistle, “I’m impressed, Niece, truly. I suppose if anyone had it in them, it would be you.”
“Let me take you both for a ride!” Y/N offers, grinning at Aegon, “Aemond first. It’s only fair.”
“You wound me niece,” Aegon pouts, before leaning in and smirking, “But perhaps, you may take this dragon for a ride later.”
She somewhat understands the hidden meaning behind Aegon’s words. The thought of it makes her both nervous and excited. She moves away from him, grabbing Aemond.
“Come on, come on, let’s go!”
They take to the skies. Aemond’s first dragon ride is more than he ever dreamed. When he tells Y/N as much, she agrees.
“I could spend all day flying on his back,” Y/N admits to her uncle, “The world is so different from up here.”
“I hope I can know how it feels one day,” Aemond smiles sadly, “I can’t believe you managed to do the impossible.”
“You will have a dragon too, Uncle. Didn’t I tell you?” she questions before asking Cannibal to veer left, avoiding a rain cloud.
“There is no dragon left for me,” he sighs, “I’m not brave like you. I can’t do it.”
“You are a dragon, Uncle Aemond,” her voice is firm and pulls at his gut, making his stomach churn, “You must do as I did. Take what is yours with fire and blood. Be bold and be brave like I know you are.”
Little does young Y/N know the repercussions her words will have. By her utterance, she has set into effect a chain of events that will change the course of all of the youths’ lives.
For better or for worse.
Later, at the funeral, Y/N feels eyes on her. She cannot quite place who it is. Sure, she has seen Aemond and Aegon looking over at her, but she knows the feel of their gaze. This stare is unfamiliar. And yet, it also isn’t.
“Your cousins have lost their mother. They could use a kind word,” Rhaenyra urges her children.
“I have an equal claim to sympathy,” Jace retorts, ignoring his mother’s warning tone, “We should be at Harrenhal mourning Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin.”
As Rhaenyra lectures her son on how improper that would be, Y/N loses any animosity she feels toward him in that moment and takes his hand, squeezing it softly. He squeezes back, thanking her for the silent strength she gives him despite her mourning Ser Harwin as well.
“I’d be lost without you,” Jace murmurs after their mother leaves, kissing Y/N on the forehead, “Thank you, beloved sister of mine.”
Y/N flushes at the look in his eyes, refusing to meet his gaze and give into his charms in front of all these people, “Don’t get all sentimental on me now, Jace.”
Jace grins at her, rubbing his bottom lip which is slightly bruised from the previous night’s… Misadventure. He looks around to make sure no one is paying them any attention. Jace leans in again to kiss her on the cheek, but pretends to stumble and kisses her lips. She gasps slightly when he moves his tongue to lick her bottom lip, the way the woman from the Streets of Silk had told him to. He feels Y/N’s breathing become more shallow, her chest heaving against his. She finally calms when their lips separate.
“We can’t do that here,” she whispers furiously, slapping his shoulder, “Jace! Someone could see!”
She ignores Jace’s furious accusations of hiding what he perceives to be their new relationship from Aegon and Aemond. She glances around and sees Daemon Targaryen staring straight her way. He does not flinch when she meets his gaze, instead his eyes soften. She frowns slightly, studying his face. She does not understand why he feels so familiar to her. She sees her mother eyeing him, dancing around him like a girl fresh out of her leading strings.
The way Rhaenyra looks at him. It clicks for Y/N.
Daemon Targaryen is her father.
She effectively cuts off Jace’s rant by walking over to Daemon. If the older man is surprised, he does not reveal it.
After simply staring at him for a moment, she speaks, “I am very sorry for your loss, Great Uncle Daemon. From all I have heard from my father, Aunt Laena was a remarkable woman.”
He nods, “Thank you, Princess,” the corners of his lips upturn slightly, “You have grown. The last time I saw you was on the day of your birth, that very eve. Tiny little thing, barely a hair on your head. Not that you would remember.”
“The last time you saw me was the day you abandoned me, Father.”
She sees her mother freeze out of the corner of her eye, Rhaenyra having approached the two. Daemon sighs.
“I did,” Daemon stands and takes Y/N’s hands in his, “But, Y/N, you must understand-”
“No, Daemon Targaryen,” she shakes her head, pulling her hands away, ignoring his hurt expression, “It is you who must understand. I have grown up my entire life not knowing who my father was. Feeling that there was a part of me missing. Wondering why my father was not with me. Why did he not love me enough to fight and be a part of my life? But you. You replaced me with not one, but two daughters, without a second thought,” Y/N feels tears of anger threatening to fall from her eyes, “I grew up just fine without you, you know? I’m not that little five year old girl anymore, crying and wondering if my father will come find me someday. Ser Harwin cared for me. The way you were supposed to. And I wasn’t even his. He was the one who taught me to fight, and pretty fucking well.”
“Y/N-”
“He taught me everything,” one lone tear is all she allows to escape her, that solitary tear alone cutting Daemon to the core, “And he is gone. And I cannot even mourn him. So you are not the only one who lost someone dear to you. You should know that,” Y/N pauses, clearing her throat, “Do my sisters know who I am?”
Daemon shakes his head, “You may introduce yourself to them in any manner you so wish, or,” he pauses, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself in the face of his firstborn’s wrath, “I could. I would be proud to introduce you to your younger sisters.”
By now, the crowd has dispersed, most retiring back to the main hall. Only Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Y/N remain.
“I don’t need you,” Y/N states stubbornly, crossing her arms, “I never did. And if I didn’t need you then, I certainly don’t need you now. I don’t need anyone in my life who does not want to be there.”
Daemon sighs, resting a hand on the girls head, “All I ever wanted was to be in your life, ñuha tala. But it would’ve been dangerous for you.” (my daughter)
“Nyke ȳdra daor tepagon iā qogralbar nūmāzma danger, nyke mērī mirre jeldan naejot gīmigon ñuha kepa!” (I don’t give a fuck about danger, I only ever wanted to know my father!)
Daemon grins at her, “Your High Valyrian is impressive.”
She glares at him suspiciously, “I taught myself.”
“As did I.”
Y/N relents and buries her face into her father’s chest, not crying but dry heaving, all of the tears in her body already having been used up for Ser Harwin. Daemon embraces her tightly and she swears she can feel his tear drops falling onto her hair.
After they separate, Daemon takes Y/N to introduce to Baela and Rhaena. The girls smile at her awkwardly, but soon realize what Daemon is trying to imply when he calls Y/N their blood.
“I suppose I am no longer the eldest sister,” Baela smirks slightly, making Y/N laugh.
“I’m sorry for stealing that title from you, Baela!”
“Oh, Y/N, I’m not sorry at all,” she grins, “Rhaena has a new role model now. I can now be a second sister who can do as she pleases, no responsibilities.”
“Oh, little sister, you make me feel so envious,” Y/N snickers.
The sight of the three girls huddling together and bonding brings a profound smile to Daemon’s face. And when he sees the woman he has always loved, his darling Rhaenyra, still look at him the way she did all those years past, he knows.
He loved Laena deeply, but he knows he can and will heal.
That afternoon, Y/N reads a book Daemon has gifted her from his private libraries upon having heard of her interest in their family’s history. It is his favorite book from his childhood, the only one he says that he found interesting enough to read. Absorbed in her literature, she is startled when she hears her best friend calling her name before colliding into where he is seated, barely refraining from falling flat on her face.
“Oh! Uncle Aemond!” she exclaims, “I wasn’t looking, sorry! I didn’t know-“
Aemond pats the space next to him, “Sit with me, Y/N. Though I cannot stand the majority of our family, you know I’m always glad for your company.”
Y/N smiles, taking the seat beside him, “I’m always happy to spend time with you, Uncle. Especially now. Funerals are such sad business, I find comfort in your presence.”
“I didn’t say it earlier, I was just so happy to be reunited, and then, of course, our introduction to your new best friend,” she laughs softly at his reference to her newly claimed dragon; Aemond takes her hand, surprising her, “But I’m sorry for your loss. Truly,” he murmurs softly.
Y/N knows he isn’t speaking of her aunt and responds, kissing his cheek, “Thank you.”
Aemond blushes slightly, “What are you reading?”
“An abridged history of Maegor the Cruel’s reign,” she responds, showing him the tome, “Great Uncle Daemon gave it to me as a gift. If Aegon says I am insane like Maegor, I suppose I should read up on him, no?”
She wishes to keep Daemon her little secret, if only for a short while longer.
Aemond laughs and nods, thinking for a moment before speaking, “Your nameday is coming soon. Have you chosen what you’d like for a present?”
“I want a Dornish dress!” Y/N smiles, “Father says turning five and ten means I’m practically a woman and can wear whatever I wish.”
Aemond bites back a smile at her enthusiasm, “It’s hard to believe you’re turning fifteen. I still remember the little girl who would smuggle extra lemon cakes and biscuits from the kitchens in the bodice of her dress before she discovered her skirt lining offered more room.”
“Well, I’m quite grown up now, Uncle,” she proclaims, returning to her book, “I keep a saddlebag with me to smuggle my snacks since coming to Dragonstone. I’ve matured.”
Aemond smiles at her affectionately and shakes his head, “Yes, Y/N. It’s only been a fortnight or so since I saw you last, but you’ve become a proper young lady in that time, claiming wild dragons, gallivanting through the skies. Very ladylike, indeed.”
She grins at the fact that he so easily picked up on her jesting, “I’m glad you’ve seen reason, Uncle, I always knew you were the smart one.”
He quickly presses a kiss to her lips and laughs softly, eliciting a fit of giggles from her as well.
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WIP Wednesday
I HAVE RETURNED! Hey ya'll, I know its been a hot minute since I've participated in a tag day and just been quietly lurking in the background. I have see everyone's tags in the past several weeks and thank you for not forgetting about me! Quick update, my daughter is doing amazing after getting tubes placed in her ears. Thank you to everyone for the well wishes.
Alright, lets get into it then. Tagged today by @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990@callaplums @jesuisici33 and @steadfastsaturnsrings Thank you all so much and thank you to all those who have tagged me in the time I was just lurking and not posting! I look forward to all your works!
As stated previously before, I am taking a small break from NFL Buck and currently working on halloween fics. Its looking like I'll probably only get one out, so I am focused on this one. An established wolf Eddie and witch Buck. Hope you enjoy!
“Chris I don’t control the traffic lights or at least not in this truck I can’t.” He responds in a level voice. “I know that, and I know it’s not the red light’s fault. It’s yours.” The thirteen-year-old snarks back. Eddie whips his head around, eyes flashing gold, only to find his son’s doing the same, “Christopher that is enough.” He growls, meeting the teen’s challenging gaze with his own. Stubborn to a fault and at an age where challenging older wolves is seen as a must, Christopher stares his father down without a single flinch. Eddie just quirks an eyebrow at the challenge and straightens himself up a few inches, showing his son that he still a pup and should stop provoking his father. A minute passes and small golden eyes flick downward in defeat. The color would not fade, not this close to the full moon cresting. “Sorry.” He whispers, sadness lacing he apology. Sighing, Eddie reaches back and grips Christopher’s knee, “It’s okay. And you’re right it is my fault. I shouldn’t have taken so long with saying goodnight to Buck. I know I’ll be seeing him tomorrow afternoon.” Christopher sniffles, “Dad, no. It’s not your fault. I was just… I didn’t want to say goodnight. I wanted Buck with us, and I lashed out at you.” A whine catches in the back of Eddie’s throat, reacting to his pup’s and his own longing for the witch who was family in every way but shifter blood. “I want Buck with us tonight more than anything, but it’s always been this way and we have to trust him when he says it’s for the best.” A small rumbling growl, “He should become a wolf, like Aunt Karen did.” The light turns green, Eddie presses on the gas and grips the steering wheel tight. Karen was entirely human and dying when she finally accepted Hen’s bite.  It was an entirely different situation with Buck. “Or even a Lynx shifter like Aunt Maddie.” Christopher adds on and Eddie is close to breaking the steering wheel.
Basis of this story, its a full moon which means meet up with the 118 pack, but Buck is now the only non-shifter among them. Hope you enjoyed!
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💌I’ve been thinking about this for so long but I genuinely think that jake lockley would stop mid blowjob to put a pillow down for ur knees
You should say it cause you're absolutely right.
Because what if it's one of those nights where you're uninhibited with it. What if it's sloppy and the sounds echo through the living room and Jake can't tell up from down because you're doing something with your tongue that has him holding on for dear life. And he knows he's five seconds from cumming down your throat so hard he'll see stars.
But then you wince. Only slightly, barely noticeable if it were any other man. Although you shouldn't be surprised - Jake's not like any other man.
He's cupping the back of your head, a moan blooming in the base of his throat that's wet and raspy and deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. You try to double down on your efforts, spit trailing down your chin, but he's...pulling you off.
"Un momento mi vida," he mumbles, thumb running along your cheek (to spread his precum and your spit) in a gentle movement, as he leans down.
"Did I do something?"
He's quick to silence that notion with a kiss. One that has you whimpering into his mouth, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants that were stuck at his thighs. You barely notice that he's lifting your leg. A soft cushion getting shoved beneath your knees. It's warm from where it was behind his back, plush against your skin, and the ache you hadn't noticed before suddenly disappears.
"Better?"
You nod, eyes love-struck and glazed, and Jake has to bite back the urge to take you on the floor.
ignore me. the horny took the fuck over.
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If Obi-Wan’s real name is Ben, why does he call himself Obi-Wan? Just to sound cool? I thought the name Ben was just a headcanon.
No cause ben kenobi is a pretty cool name so i don't blame him. The name came from a new hope with alec guinness as obi-wan where he's known as old ben kenobi.
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in-love-with-srk · 8 months
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The Thorpe Dilemma #4
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Since Rowan broke your arm in the forest, Xavier felt more protective of you. He knows you didn't need him to protect you, you can fight way better than he can.
But he didn't want you to get hurt again. When he walks into class, he feels disappointed to see the seat next to you being occupied by Enid.
She seemingly wants him to be near you too because the moment she spots him she gets up and goes down to sit next to Yoko. Not before grinning at you and winking at Xavier though.
"Hey" Xavier says sitting down beside you. "Hi." you respond turning towards him. "Do I want to know what that is?" You ask pointing to the scratch marks on his neck.
"Cause if it's some kinky shit that seems a little extreme."
"I- what? It's not-". "Mr. Thorpe, you come into to class 10 minutes late and you still aren't paying attention". "Sorry" He says taking his notebook out of his bag.
When looks at you again you are writing down whatever the teacher is saying and he begins to study your face. From the colour of your eyes to the shape of your lips, imagining how they would feel if he were to caress them with his thumb.
He feels concern when he sees your broken arm, but when he looks up at you, you don't seem upset about it or in pain at all. Maybe you are concealing it under the amused expression on your face from getting him in trouble.
Then his eyes drift lower to your chest, not covered by a jacket like it usually was because of the heat.
He isn't used to seeing you in just a shirt and tie. He wonders whether he'd ever be able to get used to it.
He gulps slightly trying to look away and focus on the lesson. That proved to be a difficult task.
He distracts himself by faking interest in the lesson and trying not to look at you at all.
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Xavier is studying for a test in the library when he sees you walk in holding 3 books. You head straight for the aisle with books on types of outcasts.
He watches you trying to get a book on a high shelf but struggle to reach it because you don't want to pull your broken arm.
He walks up to you, and you try to act as if you didn't notice his presence the moment you entered the library.
"Do you need any help?" He asks. You nod saying "The black book on the highest shelf." Just as you are about to move away, he puts his left hand on the bookshelf very close to your waist and leans to the right as he reaches for the book almost touching you.
You look to him in surprise to find him already looking at you, smug upon seeing your reaction. He hands you the book and gestures to walk in front of him still smirking.
"That was unnecessary," you think as you sit down, slightly flustered. He sits down on the chair on the opposite side of the table
"So why are you researching the types of outcasts? Is it for class?" "No, I'm trying to figure out what I am." "Wouldn't you be like the rest of your family?"
"I'm adopted, my dad found me at Crackstone's crypt."
"Oh...".
"I don't care enough to feel bad about it. I just want to know what I am. Other than part witch like my aunt".
"Right because bloodlines have less to do with actual blood relations than they have family." He says getting up from his chair and sitting beside you.
"We also know that you are psychic." He says opening one of the books on the table. "But I've seen my dad get visions before, but they aren't like yours."
You both grab a book each and begin flipping through them. "Xavier?" "Hmm?" He replies looking up at you.
"The vision I saw in the forest, was… you, painting the claw marks on that tree and some kind of creature."
"I've been having nightmares about it every night, and yesterday it came out of the painting and scratched me here" He says pointing at his neck.
"So you have some kind of a connection with it too" You say slightly relieved at the explanation.
"That's why it's the only thing I can seem to paint." He says. He moves his hand forward to brush hair out of your face. "Other than you".
Before you can reply Wednesday comes into the library. "Y/n, I need to speak with you".
You get up a begin following her out of the library. You cast one last look at Xavier and wave slightly making him smile.
"What did he say to you?" She asks as you both head to her dorm. "He said that he painted what he saw in his dreams." "A plausible explanation given that his dad is a psychic. Still, I'm not sure if I believe him."
"Why did something happen?" You ask. "No, I don't want to take him off our suspect list yet, because he had access to all of the victims."
(A/n) Hello lovely readers. Coming up next the poe cup!
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I know my ghoulfriend is a Witch Witch!reader x Monster High students
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To start off my witch!reader x monster high series, let's introduce the reader to the school! Also, since apparently magic and sorcery is considered somewhat taboo in the Monster high universe, people will be a bit mean to reader :/
Reader is a normie ------------------------------------------
While you knew what you were getting yourself into, standing in front of the gates of the school made you very nervous. Some students had already caught on to the fact that a… Normie? Was waiting outside of the school. Skeletons, merpeople, ghosts, werwolves, vampires, you’ve never seen so much monsters in one place before.
Taking a shaky breath, you finally had the courage to step into the courtyard. Looking around, you tried to make yourself as discreet as possible. The students were all pretty vibrant here, you could pass as a simple nobody if you tried enough. A small minority was whispering about you, but no one was actively bothering you, so that’s a win.
You walked through the front door and were greeted by a purplish main hall. You were barely noticeable among the colourful monsters, the only problem was you needed to head to your dead languages class. And you had absolutely no idea where the classroom was or who was Mr. Rotter. You didn’t really dare to ask anyone directions, scared you might be shunned.
Before getting too lost, you decided to walk to a boy that was fiddling with his locker. He seemed pretty calm and surprisingly « normal ».
-« Hi, sorry to bother you, but do you know where the dead languages class his? »
He jumped a bit and turned to face you. He took you in before having a small uneasy smile. -« Hey-y, um sure, you’re not bothering me. It’s actually my next period. But uh… Are you new? I’m Jackson. » -« Oh! Yeah, I’m (Y/N), it’s my first day. »
You continued chatting while you walked to class. You were a bit curious about him, as he didn’t look like any monster you knew, you didn’t ask though, afraid you’d offend him.
You got separated when you entered the classroom, getting swept away by a hord of students. You ended up sitting next to a gorgon and in front of a certain ‘Lagoona’. You were mostly ignored, but it’s not like you went out of your way to talk to anyone.
-« Good morning students, take YOUR SEATS! »
You jumped a bit as Mr.Rotter entered the room.
-« It had come to my attention that a new student started attending Monster High today. If (L/N) could come to the front and present themselves. » Great. You could feel heat rise to your head as you walked stiffly down the auditorium. When you finally got to the teacher’s desk you turned around to face the class. -« Um h-hi ! » You practically shocked on your own spit. « My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I moved here not too long ago and I live with my aunt in New Salem. » ….
Ok… Could you go back to your seat now ? -« Could you briefly talk to us about your scaritage ? » Mr. Rotter inquired. -« Oh um… I’m a witch… My mother is one as well but my aunt his actually a ghost. My mother travels a lot to provide her skills… » Students were already whispering to each other before you finished your sentence. -« You’re a normie ? » A minotaur asked you in a mix of surprise and bitterness.
-« I’m… A human witch. » You said not really knowing how to respond. Some of them let out shocked breaths while others chuckled. As you went back to your seat, what seemed to be a girl covered in stitches gave you a thumbs up.
-« You did great! » she whispered with a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.
-« Looks like you’ve got a friend Jackson! » A fiery haired boy laughed in Jackson’s direction. This was official embarrassing. You sat back to your place and rubbed your face in an attempt to momentarily hide yourself.
This was going to be a long day.
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Sexy Witch
🎃Halloween party🎃  
Ben Barnes x reader
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Warning: none, fluffy Ben with some sexy comment 
Author’s note: I know that I’m late, but here the 8th day of this October. It’s shorter than usual, hope you like this. 
P.s. the nephew is invented by me 🙃
✒️:  "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy."
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You feel like a little girl on a playground. As you drive the car home, you can't help but think how this is the best purchase you've ever made for Halloween.
You finally get home, and after getting everything inside, with quite a bit of difficulty, you decide to sort out your purchases.
Almost an hour later you have finished putting everything in their official location, when you hear the front door open.
"Honey, I'm home!" Yells your husband Ben as he enters, taking off his rain-soaked coat. "Jack called me while I was still on set to tell me they were on their way. Ginny is super excited to spend Halloween with us- WOW! You went all out on the decorations!" He continues before starting around the house, looking at all the decorations you put up, while you wait for him in the kitchen, making him tea.
"Do you like it? I put a lot of effort into giving that little one the best Halloween ever. If you liked the decorations, you have to see my costume, I put a lot into it." You respond as you see him walk into the kitchen.
"Oh my God...honey you are the most beautiful witch I have ever seen, you look like Hermione Granger but sexier. I really don't know how I'm going to keep my hands to myself." She comments, hugging you from behind as she places a kiss on your neck.
"You better try to keep your pants on instead, because I've got a night full of things planned." You say handing him the glass with steaming tea in it.
"Thank you angel." He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You gladly accept it, before moving on to prepare your favorite thing you bought today: a cauldron, which you will fill with treats and candy for your niece Ginny.
"Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" Says Ben, shocked, as he sips his tea.
"All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." You reply, winking at him, before continuing what you were doing.
"Even love potions?" He whispers sensuously.
"Of course I do, otherwise how else would I have bewitched you?" You answer, inches from his lips.
"With your beauty, of course." Moving even closer to his lips.
"Flatterer." You continue before kissing him passionately.
You get caught up in the passion, continue kissing me and just as you were about to go upstairs the doorbell rings and you hear your niece's voice calling you.
"Aunt Y/N/N! Uncle Ben! Open up, your favorite niece has arrived!"
The two of you can't help but burst out laughing, before you compose yourselves and go to open the door for your favorite little witch.
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