#And then Queenie has to help teach him how to talk to people

[silverpsychedelic]

Some various Cades, a Queenie and an unnamed Dreepy

#Pokemon #Cade's Manor #Hes usually too busy doing stuff around the manor and hasn't been on a date ever #he isn't sure how romance works anymore #So when he meets someone that makes his heart fuckin stop he becomes as confident as a wet paper bag #And then Queenie has to help teach him how to talk to people #I also think all the young Pokemon in the manor gravitate towards him because hes such a big warm presence #theyre showing him their crayon drawings #the last picture he eated a bees #absolute grape of a man #Dusknoir #Caduceus #Scolipede #Queenie #Dreepy #ghost types #silverpsychedelic

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 2

On the list of media with the most unserious ways to use Italian should be Vincenzo 🤣 and my little chef si si si 👍

Not the little girl pinky promise as one dangles from the window ?!!!

His upper body strength goes crazy

My man Vince has 0 eye bags and I need the skin care and concealer rn

Zero personal boundaries always makes me yell kiss regardless of situation like why are your noses that close !!! Kiss 💋

lmao cutie

my dancing queen is a lawyer! slay

help why is this man talking like a villain already😂😂😂 the pauses he’s taking and the tone is funny

show me a perfect garden and I’ll dig up dirt 🥕 tell ‘em sister!

Okay that took a very dark turn suddenly I have to side eye sister

honestly I don’t see anyone leaving the gold lol. human 101 people just refuse to part with gold for some reason

they killed everybody ??? 😭

the dramatic ass screaming and ( Italian ?) loud violins in the background always sends me

no one knocks in this show 💀

he looks very good in this lighting but do not trust him dad lawyer! don’t want to see you heart broken 😔

‘sorry sunbae’ 😂

I ADORE how dramatic she is. she’s just like me fr 😭

Vincenzo Quasano. Quaso. 🥐🥐🥐

She is so pretty 😭

the restaurant owner is giving real sass 😂

the tteokbokki on his suit 😭

dancing lawyer queenie is terrifying but yeah! fight your terrible co workers

a hockey puck to the stomach, I would’ve actually died instantly

this is actually insane. I will fight this CEO with my bare hands 😭 he’s going to break his back

someone protect lawyer dad and his daughter m

I know he’s making the worst food but I really do love the chef. Look at his mittens !!! it’s another little chef puppet

how is my man running a kitchen like that 😭

strong arming someone is bad but when you threaten someone’s family and kidnap them, maybe don’t squirm with a firm shoulder hold 😍

lmao the good lawyer dad getting happy sends 😭

the firm owner’s voice is so good. like he’s so full of excitement lmaooo.

honestly she gave a pretty solid first talk, I will steal it. ‘Small wins eventually lead to great victories, let’s not work too hard if we’re not being appreciated’ solid 👍

the zombie dancing 🧟‍♂️

they give zero fucks in this building I love them 😂

the 4 bottle of makegeolli, he isn’t making it out I fear

that’s her son 😔 at least he gets to hear it from someone else. always feel weird in these plot lines tbh because even if it is one character or just one side of the story him and his mom have probably felt a lot of pain throughout these 30 odd years. and after all that time you have to make the choice of letting go and moving forward

idk if Vince is being serious rn or playing him like does he actually feel bad about the condition of the people in the building?

this is actually so real because so many people get stuck in the system simply because they do not have the resources to challenge their verdict or bail themselves out.

the good dads get to teach you how to drink I guess. In Itaewon class it was the Saeroyi’s dad and here it’s our sweet Hong Yuchan

lmaooo her bowl cut and blonde hair I love Chayoung

Not the [ominous music] tag as he looks at her pictures omg ???

Junwoo just rat them out babes !!! this is not okay. go supply this information to her dad <3

She’s so real for screaming at him. Parents will sometimes ignore your phone at the worst time lmaooo

The way he’s staring at her, this better not be we were in love or passing in love as kids lmaooo 😭✋ that trope just always finds a way into all my shows

my dramatic ass sister will be dramatic with her hands in her pockets I love her !!!

lmaooo no one will let him eat here 🤣 he has not been able to compete one meal

oh my god dad lawyer stay alive

my girl might get fired but her priorities are straight !!!

the chef with his pizza getting a slo mo shot is so precious. look at his pizzas! he could never mess that up 🍕❤️

lmaooo they’re having a slo mo stare moment and there’s just a big inflated Italian man in between them 😭

me praying that he likes her before she likes him 🙏

the theme music, an unserious show

in the last moments of the episode is when it always hits you HOW much has happened

18 more to go

#Vincenzo #episode 2 #I’m growing in Italian by the minute #the Italian in me being the chef #slay

[craftycheetah]

Brain and Brawn

Pairings: Nerd!Hitoshi Shinsou x Jock! Black fem reader

Tags: College AU, no quirks, fluff, getting together, meet-cute.

CW: none

A/n: A Collab with my Tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.4 || Pt.5

“I’m sorry. You want me to do what?”

Looking up at the chestnut-skinned girl, Hitoshi Shinsou never thought that you, the captain of the basketball team, just asked him to tutor her.

“Yeah, you’re like, super-smart, right?” You smile, “Physics is the only class I’m this close to failing—” you make a pinching gesture, “—and I don’t want to get kicked off the team. Tutor me pleeaasseee~.”

“I see,” Hitoshi nods, still slightly confused, “But why me?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, and the sleeve of your letterman jacket falls a little, exposing the strap of your sports bra, “You’re basically at the top of the class. Professor’s always saying how smart you are and stuff, so I thought it’d be a good idea. What do you think?”

Hitoshi weighs out his options. He doesn’t really have anything to lose. Just a couple of weeks of tutoring should be enough if it’s just one subject.

“Sure. Okay.”

You clap excitedly, “You’re so amazing. I’m not a total fucking idiot so don’t worry, I’ll do good I promise. Gimme your number so we can plan something.”

Hitoshi gets his phone out of his hoodie pocket so both of you can exchange information.

“Awesome,” you grin again, flashing your colorful braces, “I’ll text you. I gotta go. Later, ‘Toshi.”

Hitoshi watches you stride down the hall, disappearing between the people.

“Toshi?” He mumbles, confused by the nickname.

Later that night, when Hitoshi was studying, his phone chimes. It’s you.

Hitoshi chews his lip nervously. You’re way too cheerful over some tutoring, but he supposes that’s good. At least you’re enthusiastic about learning.

The next day once you and the other girls finished practice, your phone rings.

“Hello?” You answer, tucking your phone between your shoulder and ear so you can continue packing up

“Hey, (Y/n). It’s Hitoshi. I’m in the library, towards the computer section.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you place it in your bag just as you’re pushed forward from behind by a familiar rose-haired girl.

“Hey, Queenie, who ya talking to?” Mina smiles, draping her arms over your shoulder.

“No one. I gotta head to the library. I’ll text you later.” you pick up your bag and head towards the showers.

“Oh? Well, alright then! Later (Y/n).” She waves.

Once you finished, you made your way out of the gym toward the campus library. Showing your ID, you push past the turnstile and walk towards the computer area. Spotting a familiar head of violet hair sitting at one of the furthest tables, you make your way over. “Hi Toshi,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Shit! She scared the hell out of me! Where'd she come from?

“Oh. Hey, (Y/n),” Hitoshi mumbles.

You sit in the chair across from him, “Hey hey, what’s up?”

“Just y’know, sitting. Studying…” Hitoshi gestures to the books in front of him.

“What for?” 

“Got a Statistics test next week.”

“Was this a bad time?”

“No, it's okay. I finished studying ten minutes before you got here. So, you said you needed help with Physics?”

“Y-yeah. This one topic the professor's been teaching has been confusing the hell out of me and I don't understand the homework.”

“What's the topic exactly?”

“Kinematics,” you groan softly. “I always mix up the formulas and end up screwing up.”

“You just need to remember which ones go with which type of problem. Here let's make some flashcards.”

As you listened to him ramble, you swooned at the sound of his voice, internally realizing he'd have to learn this was just to hang out with him.

That’s a problem for future y/n.

He shows you the flashcards he made, and you quickly skim them. You know all this stuff already, so there’s no point in actually learning it, but it has to be convincing.

“Wow, these are amazing,” you smile at him, “Super easy to memorize.”

He shrugs, “That was kind of the goal.”

“You’re so smart Toshi.”

A slight pink blush spreads on his nose, “Thanks. Should we get started?”

“Yes,” you nod excitedly.

You and Hitoshi go over the notes for the next hour and a half. You’re half paying attention, mainly listening to him ramble about velocity and acceleration, when his voice snaps you out of your daze.

“(Y/n), did you hear what I said?” he asks, glaring at you.

“94.4 miles per hour,” you smile cheekily.

Hitoshi felt his cheeks heat up as he suddenly had to adjust his sweats. “That's correct. Good job.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s-“ he adjusts himself in his seat, “-let’s keep going.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, let's keep reviewing.”

After about two hours, you two decide that was enough for the day and start packing up.

“We can meet again tomorrow, same time,” he tells you

“Awesome,” you stand and stretch your arms over your head. Hitoshi tries not to look at the sliver of brown skin showing when your shirt lifts, instead focusing on a suddenly interesting spot on the table.

“You heading to your dorm?” You ask him.

“Uh yeah,” he responds.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

You bump his shoulder playfully, “S’fine dude. Let’s go. What building?”

“12–D”

“No shit, I’m in 11-D.”

“Guess we're neighbors then,” you smile

“Yeah. I guess so.”

A shout in the distance pulls you two's attention as you walk towards the buildings.

“Hey, cocoa butter!” 

You rolled your eyes as you knew only one person that called you by that stupid nickname. Yo Shindō. Your ex.

“What do you want, Yo? And I told you to stop calling me that!”

Yo walks up to both of you, black hair messier than usual.

“Awww, you used to love it,” he smirks

“No, I tolerated it.”

Yo focuses on Hitoshi, eyes narrowing. “Who’s this?”

“I'm—“

“None of your business,” You cut in, throwing your arm over Hitoshi's shoulder, “A friend, come on” you try to lead Hitoshi away, but Yo steps in front of you, “He’s kinda short.”

Hitoshi frowns, “Sorry I’m not freakishly tall like you two.”

Yo sizes him up, “Yeah….sorry. Anyway, cocoa butter, me and the guys are shooting hoops later and I’d love you on my team.”

You grimace, “Yeah, no. Bye”

You and Hitoshi keep it pushing, leaving Yo frowning on the path

“So…. Who was that?” Hitoshi finally asks when you take him to his building 

“Ugh, don’t worry about him,” you wave dismissively, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Uh yeah, sure.”

You smile wide and pat his head, “Great, see ya then. Byyyeeee”

He watches you make your way towards the next building, hands in your pockets and whistling loudly. So carefree. 

#bonnie.writes #bnha x black!reader #shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x black!reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x poc!reader #mha collab

[silverynight]

The King and the consort

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Chapter 6

Everyone seems to know what Grindelwald told him that day; the nobles in the castle congratulate him the next morning, bowing in front of him every time they see him walking around the castle.

However, Newt has noticed that not everyone is okay with him being courted by the King. He knows it's because Newt is a nobody (and they're right) although Queenie always tells him he shouldn't pay attention to what the others say.

One day, when he sees his friends again, Newt notices that Tina is a little bit nervous and she's about to bow, but he puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"No, please... Not you. I want someone to treat me like I'm just a person for a moment," Newt says, desperate. He's definitely not used to be seen like that and he doesn't think he'd want his friends to feel like they couldn't talk to him like they used to. "You're my friends and I'd like for you to see me just like that: a friend."

"Of course, sweetie," Queenie hugs him tight and Newt feels better immediately.

"However, you'll have to get used to all of this," Tina makes a gesture with her hands towards the whole chamber and the things in it. "If you decide to continue with the courtship. You'll be the Consort when you marry our King so everyone is going to treat you like this all the time."

Newt bites his bottom lip and nods; he knows accepting the courtship means his life will change completely and although he likes Grindelwald, he's not sure he's ready to be his Consort.

Jacob walks towards him from the other side of the chamber, where he was giving Lila a little bit of meat and sits next to Newt before smiling at him.

"I know you'll do great, Newt," he assures him. "The King needs to learn how to be kind and I know you can help him with that."

Newt would like to say that Gellert is already kind, he's been nothing but kind to him since he met him.

Queenie has always been really good at reading expressions, sometimes it seems like she can hear other people's thoughts.

"He's kind to you because he's in love with you, sweetie. However, he can learn to be kind to everyone, if you teach him or if you ask him."

Newt shakes his head, still refusing to believe he has so much power over a King.

***

"Newt?"

It seems he's getting used to the little changes of being the King's Consort more than he thought he would because when Theseus opens the door and stares at him with a confused expression, Newt has no idea why he's acting that way.

Until it hits him of course.

"Oh, right. The clothes," he mumbles before walking in the house.

"And the tiara," Theseus adds, frowning.

Newt's fingers feel the cold metal upon his head and he immediately blushes, remembering the moment when Gellert gave it to him; he kissed him afterwards.

"It was his mother's," he mumbles as his blush spreads down his neck and the corner of his lips quirk up. "Gellert–The King. He's courting me."

Theseus blinks a couple of times at him, right after narrowing his eyes. Newt knows he's not angry at him, but he's certainly not happy.

"No."

"No?"

"I don't approve of this," Theseus almost growls, prompting Lila to move away. She's not happy to see him walk so quickly towards her Mummy.

The dragon suddenly sits closer to Newt, a little bit tense. Niff on the other hand is used to Theseus's overprotective side, so he doesn't worry.

"I like him," Newt retorts, trying not to roll his eyes at his brother. He knew this would happen.

"Being the Consort won't be easy. You could be in danger. Besides, King Grindelwald is not good. How could you like him?"

"He's kind," Newt argues, feeling a little bit irritated. "He wants to make me happy and he cares about the creatures in the castle. He's helped me take care of them a couple of times."

"That doesn't mean he's a good man."

"He is," Newt insists and bites his lips. "He's trying to be better."

Theseus takes Newt's hand and looks at him in the eye before mumbling:

"At least let me be there with you, so I can make sure you're alright."

***

Newt doesn't ask the King to allow his brother into the castle, at least not yet; he doesn't want anyone to think he's trying to get Gellert to give him things...

The guards and the knights treat him different now, for some reason Abernathy doesn't talk to him too much anymore.

The man who's in charge of making his clothes asks him if he'd like a blue and green robe for his wedding to which Newt responds shyly that the courtship hasn't ended yet.

"We... We haven't talked about that yet," he stammers, prompting the man to roll his eyes.

"You mean you don't know if you want to marry him? Because my lord would say 'Yes' if you told him you wanted to marry tomorrow. He's in love."

The woman who helps the designer nods at him.

Newt doesn't know what to say, instead he waits until the man puts him a new robe and walks out of there to check on the creatures.

"Liebling, I was looking for you," the King says, taking Newt's hand. The people around look at them almost in awe. "We'll have a ball in a couple of days to celebrate winter. Would you dance with me, my love?"

Even though Newt wouldn't say 'No' he's glad Gellert decided to ask him first anyway.

"Of course."

"Excellent. I'll announce officially that you're my intended then, is that alright?"

Newt stares into Grindelwald's mismatched eyes and realizes that he actually wants to marry him.

"Yes, it's okay."

As if he can't help it, the King leans for a kiss and Newt sighs before kissing him back, suddenly wondering what did Theseus mean when he told Newt he could be in danger.

***

#grindelnewt #fantastic beasts #gellert grindelwald #newt scamander

[dumbledore-and-grindelwald]

My take for FB4

Here's my take for FB4: Naginis curse. They bring her in to try and help credence but Newt is too late. Credence dies and Nagini loses it. Newt and Dumbledore try to talk her into seeing the light, credence found redemption she can too, but she's too far gone and gives in to her dark side. Newt will learn after failing to save credence and Nagini that some beasts can't be saved and give in to their darkness, just like Albus will learn people can't always be saved, which sets up the duel for FB5. As a subplot, we see Grindlewald infiltrate Ilvermorny and try to recruit students. He failed to get adults on his side, but kids are easier to manipulate, especially in American where they have laws against marrying muggles and they will throw you in jail or worse. Also Lally teaches there and Tina went to school there so I think it will be a good set up to show some backstory for them and the school. Maybe a little gellert backstory about his family. In FB5 we see Kama being murdered by Grindlewald or Rosier and Abe telling Albus that first their family and now their friends have become collateral damage to his boyfriend so what will it take for Albus to finally step up and do what he knows has to be done? I feel like this is in character with Abe and the older Abe we see in DH. I think we need to see more Dumbledore family backstory and 1899 flashbacks. I think FB5 needs to focus on Dumbledore and Grindelwald history and story first and foremost with newt, Lally, Tina, and thesus taking a backseat and having their stories pretty much wrapped up but still in the background helping Dumbledore. Maybe we also get a small hint of young Tom riddle. Like maybe he reads the paper about the duel while he's at Hogwarts and vows to become better than Grindlewald. It needs to end with Tina being president of macusa and Lally headmaster of Ilvermorny. 

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Thank you for submitting your ideas!

I agree 100% about Newt. Failing to save someone who is a human but also a creature of sorts would be such an emotional and efficient way to push the character to his limits. Albus seeing that people can't always be saved will be on a much bigger scale with all the bodies piling up in the name of a cause that has been based on twisting his own ideas.

On the one hand you have a point about Ilvermorny. Then again, we kind of saw how the extreme laws for the American Wizarding Community can push one to his cause with Queenie's storyline. I'm kind of torn about this, because having Lally and the Goldsteins would make an infiltration of Ilvermorny feel personal to the 'good' side. On the other hand if Rowling and Co. chose such a storyline, having Grindelwald infiltrate Durmstrang would be a stepping stone for flashbacks to his experiments and to him putting the symbol of the Hallows on the wall, not to mention that it'd be a sort of payback for the school that threw him out. It would also put him in an area that might allow as to see us killing Krum's grandfather as mentioned in DH, since the production tries to have elements that play on the nostalgia.

I think that giving us something of Grindelwald's family history is not just interesting. It's necessary to flesh out the character.

I can see Aberforth taking that accusatory tone and guilt-tripping Albus. As for the Dumbledores' backstory, I'm right there with you. We had Albus give us a small tease, but we need flashbacks. I can definitely see Rowling coming back to it. She tends to expand the personal backstories towards the end to make them more impactful. For example, in HP we got Snape's Worst Memory in OoTP but the way it hits after The Prince's Tale is on another level.

I wouldn't like the rest of the characters to become cardboard, but I wouldn't want them to have the amount of focus they got in the first two movies either. I hope that there can be some sort of balance. Focusing on the war in a direct way would help. In SoD the group had subplots. If they don't spread out so much and break in two groups for example, there will be more character-interactions and a tighter plot that would minimize wasting screentime. Because at the end of the day, yes, Grindelwald and Dumbledore are both the political and the emotional spine of the war and the focus should be largely on them.

I'm pretty sure that if we see another movie they won't hold back from glimpses of Tom and Hagrid.

#submission #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts 4

[poodlejoonas]

Inspired by my BC Fan Week dad!Joonas short: the rest of the guys as uncles

@the-killer-queenie​ just sent me a darling DM with her own ideas of it and now I want to add more: the other members as uncles (and Joonas as a dad). And if you’re cool with it, I included your original DM that inspired it at the end.

Also, perfect timing because there was a discussion of BC dad/uncle headcanons in the Violent Pop server while I was cleaning, so this one’s also for you guys 🥂

Under the read-more for length:

Joonas:

His first reaction when he found out he was going to be a dad was pure fear. He doubted that he would ever be a good one and that he would end up ruining his daughter’s life. While the anxieties lingered (and still do, even with her here), he learned to grow into the idea. He became super protective of his girlfriend, calling every chance he got while he was either in the Netherlands or on tour to make sure that she was comfortable. She got annoyed super fast by how fussy he was, but she understood that he was excited and anxious and only wanted the best for them. He was the one to suggest the name Sohvi and started calling her by it long before she was even born.

Despite finding out about the pregnancy in April, they waited until almost the end of June to make the news public. It was a big all-in-one announcement: a small gender reveal at home with a cake and a letterboard with her birthday and initials (name was kept secret until she arrived). This all conveniently happened before the tour so the crowd went into the show knowing about her. As much as he would have loved to invite his girlfriend to more summer tour shows, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t overexposed to the heat and stress of being in a large crowd. When she does come to one of the shows in Helsinki, he sets her up with an air conditioned room backstage. Every time they were sitting next to each other, he would instinctively hold her belly. Whenever he was at home, he would sing to them so Sohvi could hear his voice. Eventually, she would kick when he started singing, almost like she knew he was there.

Joonas would be a fantastic girl dad! The night before every tour, he lets her paint his nails any color she wants, and he refuses to take it off no matter how messy it is or how chipped it gets. It becomes like a tradition for them, mostly so she can get used to the idea of him being gone for long periods of time. When she can come to local shows, she does the make-up for him and the rest of the guys (the ones who wear it, at least). They play an acoustic version of one of their songs (something like My Heart is a Hurricane) for whenever she can join them on stage; it’s a small break for the ones who aren’t playing and a chance for her to see them perform without noise-cancelling headphones.

He takes super adorable pictures of and with her, and whenever he posts something of her and her mom together, he calls them “his girls.” He would also certainly have her name and her birthday (November 15) in Roman numerals tattooed over his heart. Every year around Christmas time, they take a family weekend vacation to Rovaniemi to visit Santa’s village. In all, he would surprise a lot of people - and himself - by fitting into the role so well and so quickly. He’s not a perfect dad, but he tries his best.

The “responsible” uncles:

Tommi:

Tommi would almost certainly be her favorite uncle. He’s just such a massive teddy bear in general that she loves whenever she can get a hug from him. When they go out as a group, especially to festivals, he carries her around on his shoulders so she can feel tall and see the other bands perform better. I get vibes from him that he’s the best cook out of the group, so whenever he’s on babysitting duty, he makes her the best meals. He likes to wrestle and playfully rough house with her to make her laugh. It’s not uncommon for her to fall asleep while he’s holding her because he’s that comfy to rest on. After the Bass Incident, he became the top candidate for being her godfather.

Olli:

You know, until last week, I thought that Olli would be the best choice for being her godfather, but after the lost bass fiasco I don’t think he can be trusted with a child lol. But he’s still one of the responsible uncles regardless! When she’s super young, sometimes she gets him and her dad confused with each other because their hair and instruments look so similar (see also: this vine). He’s the one who likes to take her out to the park and then get ice cream with her afterwards. He also has zero shame about letting her put a tiara on him and invite him to her tea party, and he plays along with it too. When he’s on babysitting duty, he reads her stories and sometimes narrates them with different voices.

Aleksi:

He’s the chill responsible uncle. He works so often that he rarely ever gets time to hang out with her outside of the studio like the others do, but they spend the most time together while he works. He holds her while he works at his laptop and lets her watch the cool colors and coding scroll across the screen. He’s the first one to volunteer to hold her if Joonas has to go in the other room to record his parts, and typically the first one to volunteer to take care of her last-minute. When she gets a little older, between song editing sessions, he’ll open a fresh file and let her “record” her own songs. Of course, they almost never leave his laptop, but it’s the thought that counts.

The “irresponsible” uncles:

Niko:

Okay, so Niko is one of the “irresponsible” ones but almost certainly a little better than Joel at the job. What puts him in this category is that he swears like a sailor even when she’s in the room because he forgets that kids are sponges and absorb everything they see and hear. He also has no problem throwing some chicken nuggets in the oven and calling it a day, so he needs to be reminded that she has to eat more than that. But he’s still a loving uncle, he just needs someone to help him babysit lol. He lets her play with his hair when they’re hanging out together, and when she gets older, he teaches her how to play the piano. She loves when he sings to her and she’ll request certain songs from him. He’s also the uncle who encourages her to just talk and talk (building up her communication skills) by pretending that they’re gossiping together (“oh really? what did he do next? tell me more!”)

This post is totally Niko, by the way:

Joel:

Joel... love this boy, but he’s without a doubt the least responsible of the uncles. It’s mostly because he can spend maybe an hour and a half maximum with her before he hits a wall of exhaustion and is ready to send her back to her parents. When he’s with others who can help him take care of her, he can hang out with her a little bit longer. He also has no idea how to actually hang out with a child in a kid-friend context. Admittedly, he was the least excited to find out that she was coming because he thought that meant Joonas was going to leave the band. He needed tons of confirmation before he warmed up to the idea of becoming an uncle. But that doesn’t make him a totally bad uncle. He treats her like a member of his own family as well and he’s great at making her laugh. He’s also the first to jump to her or Joonas’ defense on Instagram if tabloids (or someone like That Bitch Archie Cruz) make defamatory comments about them.

The original HC:

#blind channel #joonas porko #joel hokka #niko moilanen #olli matela #tommi lalli #aleksi kaunisvesi #dad!joonas #i'm so glad i'm not the only one with these ideas racking my brain #now i gotta plan the others that have been requested #thanks for enabling me y'all!

[ilovebeing-weird]

Have a Coffee

Chapter-3

Chapter-1 Chapter-2

So, people who like angst. There won't be much angst here. I hate it! There would be hurt/comfort at best. This is going to be a fluffy story. And if I get anything wrong in the airport scenes, it's because idk how they work. Never been to an airport.

"Flight 204, to New York, from Air France will leave soon. Passengers please board the plane. Flight 204....." The voice was heard from the speakers

"Queenie, it's our flight. Let's go." Marinette called Chloe, who was busy fighting with a person, because he didn't recognise her and it's 'ridiculous, utterly ridiculous'

"Hmph, you better keep up with the celebrities. I am the Chloe Bourgeois. The only daughter of Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. The person who has her own amazing business. The best friend of cocci-"

"Chlo!" Mari put her hand to prevent her from speaking more than necessary. "Our flight, let's go."

"Oh"

"Je suis désolée Monsieur." (I am sorry sir)

"C'est bon." (It's okay)

"Let's go Chloe."

"I can't wait to go to New York! It's gonna be sooo much fun! I am so excited" Adrien squealed heading towards his seat

"When are you not excited?" Kagami asked rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's behavior

"Don't put your cloudy shade over my sunlight." Adrien said dramatically, in response Kagami again rolled her eyes.

"If you think I am such a rain cloud, why are you dating me?"

"Because I love you, Duh!"

Kagami's face went as red as a tomato.

"Aww, you're blushing!"

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am not."

"Yes-"

"Guys as cute as you are, can we just please move." Luka said moving to his seat

"Sorry Lukes."

"Luka-bear, window seat is mine."

"I know Bee."

"Mari, you get the aisle seat. And Lu you'll have to sit in the middle." Chloe pointed to everyone's seat

"Yes Queenie!" Marinette saluted

"Perfect, now I will sleep for hours, I need my beauty sleep after all. If I will get dark circles it will be ridi-"

"RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS" All of them yelled

"Melody, your soul mark is in English, right. Maybe you'll find your soulmate here."

"Oooooh"

"Yeah, probably. My luck is not that good though."

"Don't lose hope yet Marinette, who knows maybe something good will happen."

"Maybe"

"The flight is ready to take off, passengers please wear their seatbelts. The flight is ready to…"

"I think we should get seated." Kagami took her seat "And Mars, don't worry, you will find your soulmate soon. It's destiny."

"You're right. It's destiny."

They all got seated, and Marinette was dying from lack of her coffee.

"I need my coooooffeeeee."

"No, sleep."

"Coffeeeee."

"Mel, for the last time, Sleeeeep!! Please."

"But I don't wanna. I have work-"

"That can wait. I am sure your clients will understand. And even if they won't I am sure you're ahead of your schedule." Marinette opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, it happened for a good three minutes before she gave in.

"......fine."

"Good"

"but you are working as my mannequin later."

"If it gets you to sleep."

"Why are you obsessed with making me sleep?"

"Because I care." Came his soft reply.

~After 5 hours~

"Marinette~ Where are you?~" A maniacal voice was heard

"Marinette! Answer me before I come there! Guess I will have to teach you another lesson!"

"Why don't you just die, you stupid piece of shit?" A punch

"Why are you even alive?" A kick

"You're nothing more than a waste of space." A push and marinette fell to the ground

"Nobody ever loved you, and nobody ever will! You don't even have a soulmate!" Marinette tried to say something, deny it, tell them that she had one, but she couldn't "And your "friends" they just hang out with you for pity!"

"I can't even believe I was friends with you!"

"You're nothing more than a jealous bully!"

She tried to do something, anything! But she wasn't able to, it was almost like she was bound by an invisible force.

"I hate you! I can't believe I was besties with you! You are just a liar and a bully!" Another kick, it didn't hurt. Not more than their betrayal.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Slut"

"Waste of time!"

She sat there, listening to them. All of their insults, she didn't care. Not anymore.

"Guess I will have to put an end to it all, huh? I feel sad, you were a good playtoy." Her da-, no Mr.Dupain said, and the knife came down, she was screaming but no sound came out

"Marinette!" Huh? She didn't die?

"Marinette!" Adrien, she recognized the voice

"Marinette!" Marinette woke up with a shock

"What happened?"

"You were screaming and thrashing in your sleep."

"Oh, I had a nightmare." Adrien wiped her tears, she'd been crying? She didn't know.

"Wanna talk about it?" No she didn't, it will make it all real. It would bring flashbacks and she would have a panic attack.

"Not really." It was good that Adrien respected her wishes and didn't push it. "How long till we reach?"

"Uh, it's been five hours, so I am guessing three hours more. You wanna eat something?"

"N-" Adrien cut her off

"You know what? You do want to. You will obviously deny it, but I am not gonna let you starve."

"Why are you all like this?"

"Like what? So caring and such good friends? You deserve it."

"I hate you, each one of you."

"Aww, you know you love us! You looove us"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Mari rolled her eyes. She knew she loved them, they knew she loved them. They all loved each other, platonically obviously. But, there was a part of her which always wondered if they hung out with her just because they pitied her. They wouldn't do that, right?

Would they?

Finally almost eight hours passed, she had eaten and now she was working on some new designs while her friends slept peacefully.

"There has been a technical issue, the flight would land right here, in Gotham. Passengers are required to please wear their seatbelts and not panic."

WHAT!? The flight had to make an abrupt stop at Gotham at all of places, the fucking CRIME CAPITAL!! Oh no, oh no, OH HELL NO! This is a disaster, this is a disaster, a disaster. Wasn't luck supposed to be on her side? Did the miraculous mean nothing?

She quickly wore her seatbelt and checked all of her friends' too before waking them up.

"Umm, guys, there has been a technical issue, the flight's gonna land now, so you may wanna wake up." It didn't work, the formal and polite option didn't work "GUYS WAKE UP! THE FLIGHT'S GONNA LAND RIGHT NOW IN GOTHAM!" That worked! It jolted awake all of them.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!!"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"In the fucking crime capital?!"

"Maybe it is destiny." Marinette gave Luka a weird look that said 'are you crazy or something?'

"Maybe you will find your soulmate here."

"Of fucking course. In the crime capital. Maybe my soulmate is a criminal too, huh?"

"Don't be such a pessimist Mari, there are good people too in Gotham."

"So any idea what we wanna do?" Marinette asked once they were out of the plane.

"Let's order a cab to New York?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Let me check the cabs… There's no cab available for where you wanna go….. " Blood drained from Adrien's face as he read that.

"So, we are forced to stay in Gotham?"

"Kinda"

"Well what should we do now?" Luka gained their attention

"Let's go shopping!!" Chloe, obviously, cheered "Before either of you deny, Kags, you need new clothes, no offense, but you really have a bad fashion sense. Luka-bae, I need you to carry my bags. Adri-kins, Kags need you. And Mari-bear, you have a good fashion choice." Luka and Adrien sighed, guess they have to carry their bags forever.

"I don't know Chlo, I really need some coffee and have to do some work. I guess I will go to a café instead." Marinette said sheepishly

"Hmm, if you say so." Marinette was genuinely surprised that she let her off the hook. Usually she would be dragged with them. "You can send us your location and we'll meet you there in two hours?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Okay, bye, don't have a overdose~"

"Bye queenie!"

"Now let's find a café with an internet connection and quiet environment." She quickly searched all the café near her, fortunately the nearest café was within walking distance.

She walked for ten minutes before she reached the café "coffee and joy" apparently this café has amazing coffee and the batfam, mostly Red Robin, always comes here. The atmosphere was good, not too crowded but enough for it to be good.

She walked inside, it was good. As soon as she walked in she was greeted by the fragrance of coffee. The circular tables had plants on the side, couples were talking and chattering. There were families enjoying themselves, and a person who was typing away on his computer, huh, he almost looks dead. Well, who was she to judge, she was sure she looked the same while she was working.

She went to order. The workers there were happy and cheery. Weird, this is Gotham. Aren't people supposed to be gloomy and annoyed here? Well, Paris, the supposedly city of love, the people there are--the ones she knows the rest she is sure are good--are evil. She is not even exaggerating.

"Hi! How can I help you today?" The worker, she learnt the name was Sam, asked her.

"Hey can I get a black coffee with…..eight espresso shots? thank you!" The worker looked shocked, obviously anyone would be shocked if someone ordered this much caffeine. She muttered something that she couldn't quite make out but it sounded like 'there's three of them' . What did she mean by three of them? Eh, whatever.

"What name should I write on the cup?"

"Marinette." Marinette, the only reminder of her fam- the people she lived with. The name that was given to her by her grandma that she loves dearly. At Least her grandparents are good people.

"Okay, why don't you wait and I will call you?"

"Sure" She went to the table in the corner. So she would not grab any attention but will be able to go to the counter easily when called.

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Tim was having a sucky day. Firstly, he was almost late to the meeting because Bruce thought it was good to let him sleep in. Fuck you Bruce! I don't need to sleep. Then Alfred banned coffee. Why? Because apparently he had a little too much coffee. Thirdly, his brothers were still obsessed with making him sleep, he already slept last night!

"Ughhh" Tim groaned, luckily his favourite café was just around the corner. He would go and grab some coffee there and work in peace.

Upon entering the café he was greeted by the sweet fragrance of coffee. Oh, how much he loved it. If he didn't find his soulmate he would marry coffee. Bruce wouldn't have a problem, right?

"Hey Sam!" Tim greeted the always cheerful barista

"Hey Mr. Drake. Your usual?"

"Yep."

"It will be ready soon!"

Thanking her Tim made his way to his usual table and took out his laptop to go over the meeting details. After a minute or so grabbing his coffee and feeling alive again Tim started working on the documents. He was so lost in his world that he didn't realise someone coming in. Only when her name was called did he realise that.

Out of curiosity, Tim looked at her, and what he saw was something he would remember forever. That woman was beautiful. He knew that it was wrong, he knew that he had a soulmate, he knew he should wait for them wherever they are, but he also knew that he felt a connection with her, he also knew that he had to take his chance. So that's what he'll do.

Waiting for a while to gather some courage and thinking about what to say. He started to make his way to her. Only to be stopped by her sad expression, she was angry, mostly sad looking at her laptop. Huh, looks like she's not having a great day. He decided that he will go to her with coffee, after all what was something that coffee couldn't solve. He ordered two coffees for them, he knew that her order was the same as his.

He took a deep breath and made his way across the café to her and offered her the beverage in his hand. "Having a rough day?"

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Marinette was relieved that she got her coffee. She hasn't had any since morning. Why does the world have to be sooo unfair to her!? Opening her laptop she found some new commissions…..and some emails from her old class. Can they just suck it and move on? How childish can anyone be.

She knows that she shouldn't be but she was sad looking at it. She was just about to delete them when a voice startled her.

"Having a rough day? Have a coffee, It will make it better." Marinette being Marinette jumped at the voice.

"Ahh! You scared me! Wait a second….. You are my soulmate! Thanks for the coffee by the way." As soon as their hands touched there was a golden glow around them, a welcoming glow.

"Hey, soulmate. I am Timothy Drake-Wayne please call me Tim."

"Hey Tim, I am Marinette. Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Marinette." Tim kissed her knuckles to which she responded by blushing.

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#have a coffee #timinette #timari #soulmate au #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake #weird writings

[surferboypizzas]

The Reconciliation

summary: an ahs; coven fix-it-fic in which zoe tricks kyle and madison into reconciling.

warning: this fic includes discussion of s*xual assault and death. also swearing.

what you need to know about this au before reading:

Zoe was friends with Kyle before he died, and when Zoe and Madison brought zombified Kyle back to the coven, he was taken in by the small school.

There never was (and is not currently) anything romantic or sexual going on between Zoe, Madison, and Kyle.

Kyle did attempt to kill madison, he did not succeed. Ironically, he was stopped by Zoe, who (newly resurrected by Cordelia) ran upstairs after hearing screaming.

Fiona did not "fix" (I hate using that word in relation to him, but still) Kyle the way she does in the show.

The school has not been opened up to other witches outside of the coven, but this is a while after the events of Coven.

Misty and Nan are alive.

Madison and Zoe aren't gross people. Think of a gross bad thing they've done? It's gone. I've erased it. Never happened. We all know Queenie is the only canonically good person who is also a witch student in Coven.

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"Ok. Now, Kyle, you go first." Zoe speaks from her space in between Kyle and Madison, who are standing across her room from each other. Snow falls outside, and the school’s old heater creaks in the background. For the last two weeks, Zoe had been waiting for the perfect moment to trap these two in a room together and convince them to make amends. Kyle turns to look at Zoe with a face of pure disbelief.

“Sh-” He points to Madison with his eyes wide, “She ki-killed me!”

Zoe looked at him with her arms crossed. “And you tried to kill her! C’mon, Kyle. Please just- apologize?” Kyle squinted at her and then sighed, nodding his head and pressing his palms together nervously while he turned back to Madison.

“I’m so-rry. Sorry.” He apologized half-heartedly. He could never say no to his friends, especially Zoe.

Madison smiled and sarcastically placed her hand over her heart. “Well, that was moving. I think we really made a breakthrough here! Thanks, Kyle! See ya!" Madison starts to make her way out of the room before Zoe grabs her arm to keep her from leaving. Madison slows to a stop right in front of the door.

“Madison.” When Madison still didn’t turn to look at her, Zoe uses her nickname. “Mads, you made up with Misty, who you actually tried to kill, is it so hard to make up with Kyle?" Madison rolled her eyes at Zoe’s trademark ‘mom tone’ that she only used with her. She hated how Zoe had started to shift the way she spoke to be tailored to each person around her. At first, Madison thought it was just some weird baby voice she used on Kyle, until one day she realized Zoe had given her a baby voice too. That she had started treating Madison like she was going to throw a fit if not handled in a specific way. She finally turns back to face Zoe.

“Give me one reason why I should, and- don’t give me that ‘because I said so’ bullshit," Madison says. Zoe pauses for a second before pulling both Madison and herself back to their original spots.

“Listen up, you are both very important to me and the rest of our family,” Zoe started (Madison already wanted to Vincent van Gogh her ears off), “and it would mean a lot if you two were to make up. I love you both, and I just want the people I love to get along. Is that really so hard to understand and achieve?” Zoe ends her sentence looking at Madison with a slightly pleading look.

Madison glances at Kyle and sees how easily his grumpy face melted into a grin at the word ‘family’ and rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She spoke, then sees Kyle’s smile grow. “Not for you, dumbass. For Zoe.” Kyle blinks at her dumbfounded, but not quite offended. Zoe looks between the two, she is clearly thrilled that her plan is working, but is attempting to contain her delight.

"So... I'm like... sorry. I guess." Madison says, clearly uncomfortable. Zoe moves her hand signaling her to keep going, (this is also an attempt to teach Kyle non-punchy conflict resolution skills, after all). So Madison restarts. this time actually looking Kyle in the eye.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for killing you, and I'm sorry for bringing you back." Kyle’s face twists in confusion at those last words, why would she be sorry for bringing him to the coven? Was she being sarcastic? It didn't feel like she was. He thinks Madison is finished for a moment, but she continues. "I'm going to be soft as hell for a second, so Kyle, listen up because I will never repeat this. Ever. And if you bring this up ever again I will gaslight the shit out of you and deny it ever happened. Now, you," she pointed at Zoe, "Need to leave so that I can be honest."

“Wait- me?” Zoe points at herself in confusion.

“No bitch, the ghost behind you. Yes, you. Trust me.” Madison says, gesturing at her to leave the room. Kyle and Zoe look at each other (Kyle seeming a little nervous), then Zoe nods and exits the room, closing the door behind her. For a moment Zoe considers eavesdropping through the door, but then decides to take the moral high ground... and considers listening with a spell instead.

Madison walks around Kyle to drape herself over Zoe’s soft chair by the window, and Kyle sits on Zoe’s bed, having to carefully move her books to do so. There is a moment of awkward silence, and Kyle starts picking at the fuzzballs on his red sweater. He wants to give her time to think of what she wants to say. His eyes snap up to hers when she starts speaking again.

"I'm sorry for being more bitchy to you than I am to the average person. It's just that- It's just that you... ok, let me explain. So you know how Zoe and I put your twunk ass back together with different limbs and shit? The frat boys' limbs?" Kyle nods, even though he doesn’t know what a twunk is. "So- to me, you're this lumbering giant whose arms and legs are this constant reminder of... the shit that happened.” Kyle tilts his head at this. Not only because the last word he would use to describe himself is giant, Kyle felt small most of the time. But also because he doesn't really remember much of what happened before he was dead, and assumes she is referring to the other Kyle. The Kyle without scars that Zoe has a few pictures of. "Shit, you don't know what happened." Kyle shakes his head and goes to say something, but Madison speaks before he can. "All you need to know is that some people were doing bad things. To me. And they were your... friends. Or whatever."

Kyle could tell Madison was trying to stay casual, but he has a sinking feeling that what happened to her wasn't nothing. "B- bad thing- gs?" He asks.

Madison was stiffer and speaking softer than before. Kyle had only seen her act small once before, and it was when he was hurting her. His stomach filled with guilt, usually, he tries not to think about what he did too often. He didn't like that feeling. "Yeah, Kyle. Bad things." Madison says while looking out the window.

Something in Kyle recognizes her tone and posture. He can’t quite put a finger on what, though. "Hur- hurt you?" He asks. Kyle watches Madison shrink in her chair and decides to go back to picking at his sweater, and attempt not to pressure her to respond quickly. As he does, the familiarity of the situation continues to tug at him. She looks a bit like how he felt after what happened at the other Kyle’s house. Or how he felt when he thought about the lady there. Zoe says that lady is (or... was) his mother, but he doesn't believe her. He sees mothers on the TV every day, and that lady is not at all what a mother is. If anything, Ms. Cordelia was his mother. she was all grown up, and Kyle was only 19. Ms. Cordelia never yelled at him, always helped him when he got in big trouble, and gave him those gross leaves when his stomach hurt. Kyle thinks about who Madison's mother might be. He hopes that Madison can talk to her about the bad things that happened.

Looking back up at the unusually vulnerable girl across from him, who is hugging her knees and staring out the window, he feels about her the way he feels about who he used to be. He wants to hug her and protect her and tell her that it’s not her fault those people made her so sick, and that he is so sorry he hurt her, and that he knows she feels soft and stained- but that one day she will be allowed to be happy and messy and big at the same time.

"Yes." Her words snap him out of his own head and back into the situation at hand. Madison's neutral expression does not waver.

Kyle points at himself and decides to ask just one more question, the one ringing in the back of his mind. "My Frien- ds?"

Madison is quiet for a moment before responding. "They were your friends. But you- I really don’t think you knew they were bad, Kyle. The thing is that... when I see your tattoos... I start to think about what happened, and when you make sudden moves I jump a little. So it was, sometimes still is, hard for me to be around you. You're just- big. If that makes sense. Like they were. I'm sorry for giving you those parts of them... for making you carry their shit with you. At least some parts of their sorry asses were finally put to good use when they became a part of your whole labrador retriever thing you've got going on.” Kyle is clearly upset by the fact that he cared about such bad people, and that he couldn’t tell they were mean sooner. “Oh, stop giving me that guilty look like you had something to do with what happened to me. You tried to help me, shithead. Now calm down." Madison says.

"I help-p ed you?" A soft smile starts spreading across Kyle's face.

Madison raises her eyebrows at his reaction. "Calm down Kyle, stopping those guys was a bare minimum thing to do." Madison starts, (Kyle frowns), "But thank you. For 'protecting' me or whatever. Congratulations! I guess you were always meant to be our guard dog."

Despite her insults, Kyle once again feels a surge of affection rise inside of him towards her. This time, he stumbles over to Madison, leans down, and engulfs her in a hug. He was never good with boundaries. He couldn't use his words to express himself, so he leaned on using physical affection (or fighting people but that wasn't currently applicable) to show people how he felt. His eyes instantly widened and he quickly pulled away.

"Sor-ry!" He stepped away from her, hanging his head and mumbling like an embarrassed child. “S-udden Move-ment." Kyle brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes before looking back at her to see if she looked upset.

Something inside of Madison grew sappy and soft. This idiot toddler-man had somehow comprehended the convoluted shit she was saying, and is trying to change his behavior according to it. She stands up and speaks, "It's fine Kyle. Really. Just, warn me next time. Or walk slower if talking is too hard."

Kyle decides to take the latter approach. "O-Ok." He said, then began to approach her very slowly. Like- very, very, very slowly.

Madison wishes there was someone else in the room she could look at to confirm that Kyle was, in fact, being insane. "Ok, I don't have all day. I'm going to need something faster than a snail's pace." She says.

Kyle stops and wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Snails. yuck!"

Madison’s expression turns into one of pure (amused) shock. "So the two words you do fully have down are 'snails. yuck.'? How- how does that even happen? Don't answer that, I don’t care. Hurry it up. Hug me now or never, Day of the Dead."

Kyle walked up to Madison and bear hugs her, she is significantly shorter than him, so she almost disappears into his sweater. Madison doesn’t hug him back at first, she instead lets her arms fall to her sides.

"F-riends now." He pats her on the head gently and intentionally. "Sa-safe now." He says in the softest voice he can muster (generally Kyle finds that he is stuck speaking at one volume, and that volume is loud).

Madison freezes at his last two words, then returns his hug for a moment. She thinks this might be the first time she’s ever hugged a boy who didn’t want to kiss her. It was nice. After a few moments, she clears her throat and steps back from him. "Thank you, Kyle." She says genuinely.

"Mhm!" He says, then just smiles at her, happy to have made a new friend. It was one more person on his list of people to protect and be protected by, and in his mind, there was nothing better than that. "L-et's te-ll Zoe w-e're frien-ds now." Kyle says, gesturing at Madison to follow him.

"What the fuck did I just get myself into," Madison mumbles, before following Kyle to the living room.

#;asjdf;asfjadfs #so is this any good?? #ahs #ahs coven #ahs fic #ahs gen fic #zoe benson #madison montgomery #kyle spencer #evan peters #himbo.writes #himbo.speaks #this tis my first fic here #fave #tw s*xual assault #tw swearing #fic recs

[uthseikoashx-inflamedme]

What I would love to see in the next Fantastic Beasts movies

(as always, sorry for the mistakes and for my poor english, I’m not a native speaker, etc! I will continue to correct it)

If you already read other posts I wrote, you know that I’m into plans and organised texts. So here we go again.

Just to be clear:

it's neither a request, nor what I think we should or need to see, and I won't be mad if we don't have the following scenes it in the next films. (I do have an opinion on what can be interessing to include in the movies, but again, it's my opinion! just ideas, and a lot of questions without answers also, etc) (and well it’s not groundbreaking but who cares)

About Newt and his friends

About Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald

About the Summer of 1899

About the other characters

About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, etc

Some explanations we would like to have

1. About Newt and his friends

- Newt as a selfless and intrepid hero who loves all of the magic creatures

- To be honest, all the team as dauntless and loveable heroes and heroins facing bad guys (and Jacob - who’s already the kindest and smoothest man - being also incredibly brave)

- Newt and Tina, as a couple, loving each other, fighting together, having each other back, growing stronger and more confident with each other (like they’re fighting and are in symbiosis) (in the last film obviously)

- Queenie Goldstein as a powerful witch while she explains why she joined Grindelwald’s side - because she believes Ministry is going to do nothing for her, because she believes in a brighter future without the Statute

- (At least) some clues about Nagini’s and Riddle’s meeting

- Credence’s true family? And because his past is quite tragic and he’d already gone through awful experiences, maybe his happy end?

- Theseus not knowing how to act after Leta’s death: should he follow blindly the Ministry? Trust Dumbledore, his brother and the rest of the team?

- A character eventually agreeing with some of Grindelwald’s ideas about magic things which shouldn’t be hide and stuff, but fighting against him anyway (well, most likely Queenie)

2. About Albus Dumbledore and (or) Gellert Grindelwald

- Albus Dumbledore as the charismatic, incredibly marvellous and skilled wizard he is, while people around him are impress by his aura: imagine Albus walking in the Ministry, and people who are supposed to protect the whole country are amazed, even scared: he’s stunning, blazing with power (and with cold fury, because the Ministry obviously did something stupid and Dumbledore is mad at them)

(at this point, we finally understand why he is the most powerful, skilled, prodigious, dazzling wizard of his age)¹

- Albus with colourful and amazing clothes

- Albus facing his Boggart (which is supposed to be Ariana’s corpse, but well, who knows)²

- Gellert Grindelwald facing his Boggart (what could it be?) (ok, I’m just curious here)

- The backstory of the Deluminator: why and when Albus developed this magical device? Did he always used it to have fun with light, or was it initially a more personal object? Had Albus created the Deluminator to find Gellert Grindelwald to fight him, at the end?

- A funny and arrogant (and bitter?) Dumbledore’s rejoinder, while he’s conscious of his marvellous mind and skills (like in the books)

- Dumbledore’s reaction when he discovers who is the actual Master of Elder Wand (again, i’m curious)

- Are Grindelwald’s mismatched eyes™ a sign of something important about his past, his abilities? is his hair white - and not anymore blond - because of Dark magic?

- A moment when we see how Dumbledore is able to manipulate surrounding people, including allies and friends

- A heartbreaking and breathtaking dialogue in 1945, while they fight against each other - and I wonder if - how - they are going to talk about their past, shared ambition and dreams, sentiments, guilt, regrets, etc

3. About the Summer of 1899

- To be honest, it’s mostly: Albus and Gellert as remarkable, arrogant, impish, brillant and not wise at all young wizards in a flashback of 1899

passionate discussions about the Hallows, politics, the Statute, or complex magic things

wandless magic, non-verbal spells, forbidden and dangerous rituals³

Albus’ reactions while Gellert has his visions (was he already able to control his Seer’s abilities?)

how they have fun (common sense of humour, a bit bitter and jeering one most likely?)

And thanks those very quick scenes, we understand why Albus and Gellert fell in love with each other - they both were a freedom symbol for the other in a way, all what they always desired and dreamed of - and their common ambition elevated them, made them wanted a bright and glorious future

(ok, too much to show, yes, i know)

- Also, an already dangerous and extreme Gellert and an in-denial Albus (about the Inferi army, etc)

- A glimpse of the relationship between Abelforth and Ariana, between Albus and his family, and between Gellert and Albus’ siblings

(edit: and yeah i forgot, a kiss or something - an act only did by lovers and not best friends, because there are still people believing they are friends - and their relationship is technically still not canon?)

4. About the other characters

- Adult Abelforth, loathing his brother, suffuring

- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, possibly facing Dumbledore, or as a young charismatic awful future Dark wizard, or acting like he’s jealous of Grindelwald’s influence and like he already wants to surpass him

(it could be great to see him, at least few seconds, to build the bridge between FB and HP and most importantly to have a more detailed vision of Wizarding modern History, you know what i mean?)

- Ministry people who do not like Dumbledore because it’s funny

- A character who’s scared by the war and finally who gives up, and who runs away to try to be as far as possible from the political troubles

(it would show how war is an ordeal - I do not have the impression that the pressure and all were something so exposed in HP books, it could be great to see it?)⁴

- Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Cornelius Fudge, etc, being young - if they are already born in 1945? It’s not written anywhere so idk

- edit: I forgot Hagrid, it could be awesome to see him as a teen in the last movie during the events of the Chamber of Secrets’ first opening!

5. About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, ect

- The consequences of Grindelwald’s actions around the wizarding world and in the Muggle world: how things are destroyed, how he influences the governments

- The influence of rich and conservative pure-blood families through the war: how several of the sacred-28 families supported Grindelwald, how they influenced the whole magic society, why their inaction killed people, how the Ministry is corrupted, why it didn’t really change, even after the end of the war⁵

- The same conservative influence but in the very heart of character’s life: how Nagini is marginalized, for example⁶

- Why not political opinions expressed by several characters, to show how politics is a delicate and intricate subject, and why neither Albus Dumbledore nor Gellert Grindelwald are all white / all black, how Grindelwald gain influence, etc

6. Some explanation we would like to have

- Why is Albus Dumbledore DADA teacher? We know he wrote articles in Transfiguration Today before graduating, so why teaching DADA? (guilt, will to help young people to not be tempted by Dark magic and power like he was, or was there simply already a Transfiguration teacher?)(should I mention it’s never said in the HP books?)

- When and why will Albus be the Transfiguration teacher? (edit: we have clues in FBtCoG because Travers says Albus is not going to be allowed to teach DADA anymore so I guess it explains it)

- How can Minerva McGonagall be at Hogwarts, already be a young woman - if I remember well, she’s not even born? Or extremely young?

- How Gellert Grindelwald summoned a phoenix - and more likely, let’s theorize, how might he summon and control Fawkes?

(because Credence can’t be a Dumbledore - or at least, can’t be directly related to Albus, Ariana, Kendra and Percival - or is he the illegitimate and secrete son of Abelforth? a cousin of Albus?

but if we consider Credence is not a Dumbledore, Gridelwald had been able to control a phoenix which is linked to thhe Dumbledores, right? is it thanks the blood pact? of because of Credence’s Obscurus? we don’t know

edit: or there is the theory about Credence being created by the philosopher’s stone I guess, so with Ariana’s Obscurial and most likely Albus’ blood)

- Why nobody knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore met each other when they were teenagers, when Rita Skeeter published Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore in 1998?

(i’m not so angry, i’m mostly confused)

The Ministry knew Albus met Gellet Grindelwald in 1899, right? How can a that huge information be a secret during decades? Why Rita Skeeter only found it after Dumbledore’s death? Albus said they used to be “closer than brothers”: after that and because Travers doubted of Dumbledore’s true side, Albus had been restricted and watched by the Ministry during FBCoG. It should exist papers, files, archives which confirmed all of this. So why everybody forgot that Gellert and Albus knew each other when they were young?

- Or about Albus’ and Gellert’s former close relationship, didn’t Travers or Theseus understand they were lovers? Or if they understood, they - again - didn’t tell it? (Travers is not fond of Dumbledore, it could have been a scandal, why he didn’t say it?) Can all of that make any sense?

- Why isn’t the Blood Pact ever mentioned in Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - or most likely, how everybody (Albus; Gellert; Newt and Newt’s friends; the Minstry; Grindelwald’s acolytes, etc) had succeed to hide it from the press and the whole magic society?

That’s already a lot so let’s stop here Half of it is not so deep but I’m a simple girl, I’m always here for characters’ and background’s (lore?) development I will be pleased to hear what are your own wishes also

Notes:

¹ : certainly one of the thing i would the most like to see in the next movies, which is also something very important in the FB and HP universe - i have the feeling his power, skills, etc are more an idea than a reality. (and i indeed used a thesaurus to describe him)

² : Boggarts, Albus’ Boggart, how - in Albus’ situation - it mirrors his Erised reflect and how it might show important elements about him is a subject i really want to broach, i already planned it, it may be great to talk about it i think?

³ : talking about forbidden rituals, i talked here about the Blood Pact and why i think it was illegal, Dark, etc :

Why Albus didn’t tell Ministry employees about the Blood Pact

⁴ : to be fair, there are elements which are reminders of the pressure of the war in the book, especially in OotP and DH, but the Golden Trio did not experienced the war like the common people did, and the story - even very short - of someone who was scared is something i will be pleased to discover

⁵ : well, i talked a bit about pure-blood conservative families, their power and their influence in two posts:

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)

(it’s theories, but it can explain my point of view - headcanons? - about those families and the Wizarding Society)

⁶ : again, check the two posts if you are interested!

Thanks for reading!

I again apologize for the mistakes - and there might be incorrect informations, even if I hope there are not

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beats the crimes of grindelwald #fbawtft #fbwtft #fbcog #fb #fantastic beasts 3 #fantastic beasts theory #fantastic beasts headcanons #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #ggad #gelbus #grindeldore #albus dumbledore x gellert grindelwald #albus x gellert #blood pact #blood vial #wizarding world #wizarding society #newt scamander #tina goldstein #porpentina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #nagini #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #theseus scamander

[xmalereader]

Newt/Graves X Son! Male Reader

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Request: Hi!! Could I request a newt and grave x son!reader fic ( platonic of course ) where the reader is around 15 and comes home from hog warts for the holidays upset because he’s getting teased etc and newt and graves comfort him and it’s just really cute and soft? Sorry I’m in a mood (tm) with fantastic beasts cog coming in less than a month. OWO

Warnings: Fluff, LGBTQ Parents,

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Christmas break was finally here.

You have no idea how long y/n has waited to return back home, I mean don’t get him wrong he loves being at hogwarts! That school was like a second home for him, but for the last couple of months he’s been getting teased and bullied over the most dumbest reasons. When y/n first entered hogwarts he was assigned to the slytherin house, his parents told him that they didn’t care about the house he was placed in and that they would still love him no matter what.

Both of his parents went to different schools meaning that their wasn’t really a 100% chance that y/n would end up in one house only, he had four choices to pick out of and he ends up with slytherin. He wasn’t ashamed to be a slytherin he just didn’t act like one, his father was a hufflepuff and he had a hint of that in him, he was usually nice to people and helped those who needed help. Maybe, he got some slytherin in him because of his second father, Percival Graves the famous Auror director of MACUSA back in New York. His father was strict to people when they wouldn’t listen or when something wasn’t done right. He was just a half of both of his parents and he didn’t mind that at all.

Sitting inside an empty train compartment, he leans his head against the window and watched the view go by as they returned back to the london station. Y/n didn’t have much friends because he was shy around people, his anxiety would always get to him when he tried to fit in with some other kids. His only friends were his fathers creatures, Newt allowed y/n to take pickett with him to school to keep him company during classes. He was very careful with the small creature, he would keep him tucked inside his coat during cold days or he would hide in his hair sometimes. He tried to convince Newt to take frank with him to school and how he would keep him in his suitcase and only let him out during the weekends but Newt declined the idea of having frank at hogwarts, he couldn’t have y/n go through the same thing that newt did back in his time when he used to go to hogwarts before he got expelled.

So, he was only able to take Pickett.

The ride back to the station took almost an hour and a half, y/n ended up sleeping through the whole ride not wanting to deal with his bullies if they decide to drop by his compartment.

He felt the train jolt to a stop, waking up his rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawns deeply. He glanced out the window and noticed that they have arrived at the station. He grabs his suit case and leaves the compartment quickly, “Come on pickett, let’s find pop and dad before I get corned.” he whispered to the bowtruckle and quickly ran out of there. Seeing the huge crowd of families he couldn’t help but smile a little, it felt great to be back home. Four weeks away from hogwarts was what he needed, maybe he could talk to his parents about the bullying?

Making his was through the crowd he tried to search for his parents.

“Did the forget?” he says and frowns.

He continued to walk around, pumping roughly into someone he let’s a small sorry lip out before he felt a hand grip his wrist. “Well look who it is.”

Y/n gasps as he hears the voice of his bully, turning around to face him with a slight glare. “What do you want, Flint?” he hissed out.

Mathew Flint was a year older than him, he picked y/n to bully because he was considered the weak one of the whole entire school. “Leaving so soon? I thought we could chat a bit longer.” Mathew says as his grip tightens causing y/n to whimper. It wasn’t the first time he’s received a bruise from Flint, “Let go! I have nothing to say to you! All you’ve done for the past five months is hurt me and mock me! Why me, huh? Because i’m different? Because I actually have parents unlike you?”

Mathews face darkens in anger, yep he hit a sensitive spot that the shouldn’t have.

Y/n yelps when he is pulled close by the collar of his shirt. Facing an angry Gryffindor student. “Don’t you ever, mention my parents.”

“I never did, I just said that you didn’t have any.” Y/n fought back glaring at the other boy. Before Mathew could either hit or yell at y/n he was stopped by someone clearing their throat behind y/n which caused the two to freeze.

“I would really appreciate it if you didn’t hurt the only heir of my family.”

Y/n slowly looks over his shoulder to see his father. “Hey dad...” he says shyly and nervously. This caused Mathew to let go of y/n quickly, “Dad?!” he exclaimed in surprise. Y/n picks up his suit case and walks over to Percival who he stood tall, a hand in his pocket as he gave Mathew a death glare. “let’s go dad.” y/n whispered as he takes his empty hand and pulls him away from his bully not wanting to talk about this now. Percival’s stern look softens as he stared over at his son, “How was school?” he asks.

Y/n shrugs a little “It was alright.” he answers, exiting the train station and heading towards their family car. “I passed my OWLS.” he added with a big smile and placed his things in the back seat. Percival smiled, “that’s good! Your father would be proud to hear that.” Percival starts the car and drives out of the station and on to the main road.

Pickett squeaks as he sat on top of y/n’s head. Y/n smiled a little as he reached up for the small creature and sets him on his lap. “What have you and dad been up too?”

Percival groans as he leans his head back, y/n giggles.

“Well you know the usual. I’ve been working at the ministry while your father has been asked by many different publishers about his second book.” He explains. Y/n hums as he nods, “And how’s dad second book coming? Did you find any new creatures? OH! Did you find a unicorn?!” Y/n had a huge passion for magical creatures just like newt. Every time a new creature was brought home by his father he would freak out and beg his father to let him travel with him the next time he went out, but he always replied with a small no. He wants y/n to graduate school first before he starts going out with him, he doesn’t want him missing classes or exams.

Percival chuckled by his sons excitment. “You’ll see when we get there.” was the only thing his said as he drove them home.

It only took a few minutes when they arrived at the Scamander - Graves estate. Percival stops the car by the large mansion that they lived in, y/n didn’t even grab his things as he quickly rushed out of the car and heads inside. “Dad! I’m home!” he calls out ans kicks off his shoes, running to the kitchen to see if newt was either cooking or getting the creatures food ready. “Welcome home, y/n.” he hears that soft sweet voice that he always loved.

Newt stood in the kitchen making y/n’s favorite foods when he found out that he would be returning home today. Y/n walks over and hugs him with a smile, “I missed you both. It was so hard waiting to return home for the winter.” he pouts.

Newt chuckled and kissed his head, “Well it’s good to know that you decided to come home instead of staying behind at hogwarts.”

“Hogwash.”

Newt and y/n both look up to see Percival leaning against the kitchen door frame with a smirk. “Did aunt queenie teach you that? Because, from what iv’e hear Ilvamory isn’t as fun as Hogwarts.” Said y/n who earned a small glare from his father. “My school was better then hogwarts.”

Newt rolled his eyes, “If you two are going to argue again about schools then do it in the living room I have to finish making dinner here.” he placed a hand on y/n’s shoulder and smiled. “Think you can help me with feeding the Hippogriffs?” The young boy nods rapidly. “Yes!” he shouts, grabbing a bucket full of small dead ferrets for the Hippogriffs and heading out back where all of the larger creatures were kept.

Newt sighs softly and turns back to cooking. Percival watched his own son feed the creatures from the kitchen window as he leans against the counter, “I saw y//n getting picked on at the station.” he blurts out causing Newt to freeze in spot. “What?” he says as turns to face his husband. “Do you know who it was?” he asks, cleaning his dirty hands with a rag. Percival shrugs, “I don’t know, all I know is that he was holding y/n in a threatening way.”

Newt bites his lip as he looks down, thinking. “What if he’s getting bullied? Percy I’m scared that he’s getting hurt at school without us knowing!” he exclaimed. Percy walks over to Newt and pulls him close into a hug, “calm down newt, will talk to him after he comes back from feeding the creatures.” Newt nods softly as he nuzzled percy’s chest in worry. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to y/n.”

It didn’t take long for y/n to come back from feeding the creatures, setting the empty bucket by the door he takes off his dirty socks and chuckled, “I finished feeding them.” he calls out as he looks up at both of his parents who had a worry looks on their faces, y/n raised a brow. “What?”

“Y/n I think it’s time to talk about what happened at the station this morning.” Percival says as he crossed his arms, y/n looks down and rubbed his shoulder, avoiding his parents looks. A habit he picked up from Newt.

Percival takes out a chair for y/n to sit down on. The young boy walks over and sat down keeping his head down. “This morning I saw a boy touching you in an aggressive way.” he began to explain, “We think that you’ve been getting bullied by some other kids at school, is that true?” Y/n rubbed his hands together in a nervous motion as he stayed silent, he knows that he can’t stay hidden from his parents much longer. Slowly, he nods up and down. “Yes..” he whispered out.

“why didn’t tell use before? You could’ve sent us an owl saying that you were being mistreated.” said Newt.

“Because I was scared, I kept thinking that you guys would pull me out of school because of the bullying and I didn’t want that to happen. I’m sorry for keeping this away from you guys I was just scared..” Y/n explains and rubbed his eyes trying to hold back tears from spilling out of his eyes. Newt was the first to pull y/n into a hug. “Y/n we would never do that, if something like this is happening for a reason then you should’ve told us and the headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“I know and I’m sorry!” he cries out now, letting the tears spill.

Percival soon joined in the hug, trying to comfort his own son. The three continued to hug until y/n calmed down, after he did they pulled away and kissed his head. “Why don’t we forget about this and start your winter break.” Newt whispered with a smile on his face as he got up to continue cooking. Y/n smiled back weakly and leans against Percy. “Thank you...” he says.

“Anything for our son.” Percival says as he held the boy close to him.

#male reader #newt scamander #theseus scamander #theseus x male reader #fantastic beats and where to find them #newt x male reader #percival graves #son reader #son male reader #male parents #imagine #newt x graves’

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand It's nice to have a friend It's nice to have a friend...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chNF5QDIq_M

Amy and Mallory:

One of Amy’s closest friends from the coven, Mallory! Not to mention a witch who’s a BIT closer in age with Amy compared to the other girls who were like 5 years older than her...

After the original coven outed witches to the world, Mallory was one of those witches who arrived and became fast friends with Amy and was Amy’s only friend for a while in the coven since the other new witches were mean to her, but Mallory always stood up for her. 

Since then, Mallory has become one of Amy’s best friends and the former was heartbroken when Amy left to go attend school in UA, but nonetheless expressed that she believed in her and would be cheering her on the entire way. 

Mallory’s actually only 3 years older than her, but the two are very close, like witch sisters. Although Amy is clearly the lazier of the two, Mallory finds her adorable and is more than happy to tend to her every need and take care of her. In fact, when people comment on this, Mallory just sweetly replies that she has no issue and thinks Amy is cute when she’s lazing about as she likens her to a cute little sloth. In return, Amy adores Mallory and views her as the big sister she never had and holds her in very high regard as both a kind-hearted young woman and a very powerful, fierce one at that. Although Amy has her own theory that she believes Mallory is an actual angel, due to both her compassionate and empathetic nature and her powers that even she notes are unnatural for a witch and can’t quite be quirk-related. 

While Amy is usually pouty about admitting that someone is stronger than her, Mallory is the one of the few people Amy genuinely respects in terms of strength and has no problem saying that Mallory is stronger than her because she knows it’s true. Amy tends to stand up for Mallory though and demand that others, including her friends, better respect her because she’s a woman worthy of it. Also, Amy is partially aware of how Mallory looks after her, and often tries to return the favor by buying her things but Mallory just reassures her and says that Amy being her friend is already returning the favor, much to Amy’s delight.

It helps that Mallory also gets along quickly with Amy’s new classmates at UA, with Iida and Yaoyorozu in particular canonizing her as a saint that they needed to keep Amy under control. However, some of Amy’s other friends tend to envy Mallory and her saint-like patience with the younger witch as nothing Amy does seems to faze the older witch whatsoever and they wonder if she even has any weaknesses. Shinsou in particular admits to being jealous of Mallory at times since she’s so doting towards Amy and the latter is always fawning about her,, but despite that Shinsou does like Mallory and has a lot of respect for her. And then Bakugo soon begins to envy Mallory when he meets the older witch because she shows talent in just about everything, including academics, power and household domestics. 

Annoyed by her sheer amount of talents, he challenged the older witch to an array of contests just to beat her at something. However, Bakugo ended up being humiliated when Mallory bested him in just about everything, as they started off with a fight which lasted for only 10 seconds as Mallory effortless beat him with telekinesis alone. And finally they had a bake-off to see who’s desserts Amy preferred, and she chose Mallory’s over his. While he has nothing against Mallory, he’s not very fond of her but she remains cordial, albeit passive-aggressive to him. Secretly, Mallory is aware of how much Amy likes her and sometimes tends to subtly brag about it to others, but this is mostly towards Madison and Bakugo due to their bad attitudes.

The jealousy only grows though whenever Amy and Mallory become physically affectionate with each other, as Amy and Mallory often hug, hold hands and have no issues kissing each other in front of others. Amy even tends to let Mallory sleep in her bed at times, which the older witch has no problem with. This physical affection however does sometimes give others the wrong idea though, as an embarrassed Todoroki believed that Amy and Mallory were a lesbian couple. Although Amy does remark that she wouldn’t mind that as she says that she has a gay spot for Mallory, which highly flatters the latter and irritates Bakugo and prompts his friends to joke with him and say that Mallory is going to ‘steal’ his girl someday, only for him to yell at them to shut up. 

After Amy attacked UA, Mallory and Coco moved to Japan to live with Amy at her mansion and since then have been her roommates and caretakers with Mallory taking the reigns and caring for the young witch. Elated and warmed by her, Amy clung to Mallory who was more than glad to give her all the sympathy and reassurance that she needed. However, while Mallory’s love comes from a good place, she often enabled (and still continues to do so) Amy’s bad behavior and does not always give her the honest truth that Amy may sometimes need. Although, Mallory does state that she’s aware of this fact, but she knows that Amy is already well aware of her flaws and issues and doesn’t need to be reminded. Despite this, Mallory is capable of giving Amy some advice and talking her through the issues whenever Amy talks to her about it, but the older witch knows how to be gentle when Amy is feeling unstable and was able to convince her to go back to UA through gentle reassurance alone. 

While Amy mostly relies on Mallory, she proves that Mallory can also rely on Amy as the two of them went through a very hellish ordeal in the original timeline where Michael Langdon rose to power as the Anti-Christ, killed almost the entire coven and started the apocalypse. With their identities changed under a spell by Cordelia for their own protection, the two were still inseparable and with Coco until Cordelia returned to grant them their identities back. Amy and Mallory realized that they were the only two who had a chance of stopping Michael, although Mallory was still having doubts about being able to use the time spell. When she gets injured by a crazed Brock, Amy is quick to help her and tries desperately to heal the wound so she can use the spell and cries for her when she thinks Mallory is about to die. 

Until Cordelia makes the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of the coven and the world, Mallory is finally able to use the spell and Amy quickly joins her to grant her some of her power and the two of them are able to go back in time to stop Michael together. However, Amy was sympathetic to the young boy and instead encouraged Mallory to take pity on Michael and instead of killing him, to teach him how to be better as the two girls ended up taking him to the coven to harness his powers, control his demonic impulses and become an ally to the witches. Currently, Amy and Mallory are the only two to be aware of what happened in the original timeline and the two decided to keep it all a secret and only change SOME aspects of the future, such as ensuring that Queenie does not visit the Hotel Cortez. 

After the apocalypse and the two witches return to their normal times, they did not get out of it unscathed as Amy and Mallory both still tend to have nightmares about everything that occurred. While Amy’s classmates and Mallory’s sisters are concerned and try to ask them about it, the girls instead only write off what they dreamed about as just a dream despite both girls knowing that everything that they saw in their dreams actually happened. Only Amy and Mallory can confide in each other when these nightmares happen because they don’t want to scare anyone, nor do they want to be pitied for what they had to go through. It’s times like these where the two witches display even more affection as Amy tells Mallory that if she is the next Supreme that it would be amazing because Mallory already has proven that she’s going to be an incredible Supreme due to her compassion and empathy for her sisters but willingness to fight and kill for them. And likewise, Mallory reassures Amy about herself and tells her that no matter how anyone views her, good or bad, that she will always love her because they’re best friends and sisters. 

To this day, Amy and Mallory still have a strong bond and she remains one of Amy’s closest, most trusted and loyal witch sisters as she can rely on her for just about anything. And Mallory extends this loyalty and kindness to Amy’s other friends and of course her best friends Shinsou and Ashlen. Two of whom Mallory has love for as she constantly likes to tell both Shinsou and Ashlen that she’s so happy that they’re in Amy’s lives because they make her truly happy, something Mallory confesses is what makes her happy. 

Waaaah their friendship is cute... helps that they’re both Cancers, not unlike her and Shinsou, who is a Cancer too. Although I will admit there is a BIT of sapphic elements in Amy and Mallory’s friendship, but I like a little bit of that to be honest~. Girl friendships~. 

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[aradias-crypt]

Poker Face headcanons ♥️

Poker Face is mute

You’re not sure if she was ever capable of speech, or if she is mute by choice, but Poker Face is incapable of speech. Granted it’s probably her “thing” as a mime villain, but even when the two of you are alone she never speaks.

A notepad is slid into your line of sight.

Looking up from your keypad, you give the villain before you a look of utter confusion.

“How may I help you today ma’am?”

She points to the notepad, her mask completely obscuring her face.

Don’t for a moment think it stops her from having fun

You look at the paper.

“Hey cutie ;3”

You look up to see her pointing at you with finger guns.

It’s actually pretty hilarious when people assume she can’t understand them

Mute is not deaf. She is is perfectly capable of listening in on conversations. Don’t believe her? Well, don’t let him know, but you’d never believe the dirt she has on the mail boy from downstairs!

Poker Face is one of the “cool” villains

She’s honestly the best. Filled to the brim with charisma and self confidence, Poker Face doesn’t need anyone to tell her how great she is. Despite her inability to “talk” to most people she is capable of captivating everyone she meets. New villain? New friend! Group of kids at a park? Irresponsible Awesome aunt figure here she comes! Adorable new attorney at the Black Hat organization?

Sign her up~! *purrs*

Needless to say you were quickly won over.

She’s a bit of a show off, but she can’t help it! She loves impressing others!

You smile in awe as Poker Face produces a card from thin air and sets it on fire. Flicking her wrist, the card turns into a bouquet of orange and red roses. She offers it to you with a flourish.

“Wow!” You gingerly take them from her. Bringing them close, you smell them, picking up a vaguely orange scent. Huh. “They’re beautiful.” You murmur.

She chuckles from under her mask and twirls a knife on her finger. “It nothing.” She signs, spelling it out slowly for you.

With each visit to the organization, Poker Face has slowly but surely been teaching you the alphabet. And you can proudly say you’re getting the hang of it!

You sign back, “Very good still.”

Poker Face chuckles before putting a finger to her mask and pointing the hallway behind your desk.

You look back and salute as Black Hat squints at the flowers in your arms.

“Hey boss, when did you come back?”

“Not long ago.” He grumbles and turns his attention to the woman behind the counter, “Flowers, eh?”

She moves her head side to side giddily.

“Oh, before I forget, you have a meeting with Aku in an hour. He’s been going on about some design for a new armor or something, he kinda lost me in the last bit.”

Black Hat nods and takes a file from your desk. He bares his teeth at Poker Face before he goes.

“If my assistant’s work begins to lag it will be on your head.”

She blows a kiss.

No one knows her real name

Honestly, you’re not sure if anyone knows her real name. The only ones who know are probably herself and Black Hat seeing as he knows pretty much everything.

“You aren’t gonna tell me?”

Poker Face shakes her head and crosses her arms.

“Well I can’t keep calling you Poker Face, it’s pretty long.”

She tilts her head.

“You give name.” She signs.

You rub your chin, “Well.. you have hearts on your costumes.. and you’re kinda a diva.”

She snorts, ushering you to continue.

“Oh come on, it’s true and you know it.” You snap your fingers, “Queenie!”

“Why?”

“The Queen of Hearts, you know, like the kids movie. It suits you.” You grin cheekily.

Queenie pinches you playfully.

She’s a glutton for attention

If she didn’t have her mask on she’d be seen grinning all the time! Poker Face loves being in the spotlight, whether it’s at the craps table or on television after a heist, she adores being in the limelight.

Poker Face poses in front of the mirror, admiring her freshly cleaned uniform. Her stockings were covered in blast powers and all sorts of weird chemicals, but you somehow managed to clean it up!

You laugh from your spot at her vanity, “You’ve been staring at yourself for half an hour! Come on Queenie we have to go.”

You managed to reserve a seat at one of the more expensive fine dining restaurants in the city. Granted it was with the help of your boss’s name, but you still did it! And here Queenie was, taking her sweet ole time.

“So white.” She signs excitedly, “Very red. Clean. Soft. Stretchy still!” She does a backflip and lands in a split, making small sounds of glee.

“You’re going a bit too fast for me Queenie, I think I saw soft in there somewhere? ‘With’ something…?”

Spelling out the words slowly this time, Poker Face stands up and presses the mouth area of her mask to your cheek.

“Look good me!”

You smile, “You always look good. Now, I know you love your outfit but if you dress like that the cops will get us before we can finish an entrée.”

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“Queenie.. this isn’t low-key at all.”

She looks back at you.

Her dress is covered in rubies and rhinestones that flash and glitter with every turn. Her buttons are solid gold. Hell, she looks like she could buy the whole restaurant with just the sleeves!

“Cheap dress me own.”

“Liar.”

She snickers.

She loves swing!

If you haven’t noticed yet *flutters eyelashes under her mask* she is very flexible! Give her the right beat and she will break out in dance! As her partner, you will soon realize that no outing with Poker Face is complete without a moment of dancing. Having a special place in her heart for swing, Poker Face will bring you to swing competitions all over the place. Have extra work you have to do? She’ll help you! Have two left feet? You couldn’t have found yourself a better teacher!

“Queenie!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you are spun around the dance floor. Your blood thrums with excitement as people cheer all around you, your legs grow tired but your energy feels limitless!

Poker Face smiles, her mouth visible due to the opera mask she has stitched out.

Just for today, she reminded you earlier.

“You’re doing great.” She mouths.

If she knew you’d be as great as you were at swing she would’ve taught you the Charleston while she was at it!

Poker Face is fiercely loyal, hurt her loved ones and you may just lose your hand

Every villain has their own moral code. Some won’t hurt certain types of people and some don’t discriminate between who they kill. With Poker Face, everyone knows she defends her people.

She is the Queen of Cards after all.

Poker Face strokes your cheek as she pulls you to her chest. You both are hiding behind the bar of a gambling den, guns drawn as lower rate yakuza flood the room.

“Maybe we shouldn’t listen to Lady Naga for vacation suggestions.” You laugh weakly, your mind fuzzy with blood loss. Your leg was coated in blood.

Turns out, silk doesn’t absorb blood as well as you thought.

Poker Face fumes with rage, her knuckles white with how tightly she holds her gun.

How dare they hurt you! How dare they ruin your date! You were about to win the jackpot!

You look up at her.

“Queenie..?” You say unsteadily.

She lifts her mask and kisses the top of your head.

“No move.” She signs.

You nod.

She lets go and fires above the bar.

The firing above your head falters.

Poker Face slides over the bar and sends bullets in every direction; her hands fill with blade like cards once the ammo runs out.

- -

You leave the bar with her.

No one follows behind.

#villainos #villainous #Poker Face #poker face villainos #poker face headcanons #villainous headcanons #villainos x reader #poker face villainous #poker face villainous headcanons

[hecohansen31]

A Little Loss of Innocence

A/N: I ended up not having a lesson so I decided to write down this little idea I had in my head, which is about virginity and what hides behind this construct; I honestly have been teased for being a virgin so much, so I really hope that you won’t feel like this fic is offending to you as a virgin or anything else, and I truly believe and hope that this will make you feel a little bit better if you are in a similar condition to mine. With tha being said this is an AU in which the Hawthorne boys are hosted by Robinchaux (something because of a certain roof being destroyed). 

As always... if you have suggestions, think that this fic suck or just generally want to chat up with me, I am here! 

(Let me know if you want to see more part of this, because I have ideas for a sequel so...)

I really hope you will love this!

SUMMARY: It is such an hard job being the only virgin over at Robinchaux, mostly if you have a horny succubus on your tail and Michael Langdon in your room.

WORDS: 3,8 K.

WARNINGS: Slight Dub-Con (Reader under the influence of a succubus), Oral (Female Receiving) and slight foreplay (no complete smut), also foul language.

You had never considered your virginity as something that made you somehow dangerous, something to be ashamed of and blush whenever it was uncaringly brought up by her roommate at Robinchaux, Madison.

But it wasn’t something that usually put her in danger.

But apparently surprises never stopped since you discovered that you were a witch.

Because, apparently, a very particular “succubus” hunting for a virgin host where she could install herself for the eternity and use it in order to enchant men to her mercy and suck the life out of them, after she had rightfully sucked the life out of her previous host.

And since they had managed to limit her area of influence to Robinchaux and she was the only virgin over there everybody was supposed to keep an eye out for her, meaning she got enchantments all around her room to keep out demons and people always were supposed to stay with her, all the time, also at night.

All this, in order to avoid for the succubus to possess her and walk away to mess their lives, mostly since they had the Hawthorne students over, after an incident had destroyed their roof (she hadn’t asked, but she was sure it had been either Langdon, or professor Moore, after Langdon annoying teasing).

A knock on the door woke her from the little slumber she had fallen in after trying to study some ancient runes and avoiding the burning stare of Queenie in an angle, pretending to listen to music meanwhile checking that she was not possessed.

It was probably the change of the guard.

In fact Queenie checked the clock and then got up, before giving her a look as if to say “don’t get possessed by a lustful demon meanwhile I check the door” and as she checked the door she looked through it to see who would babysit her for three hours before Cordelia checked on her and then they all went to dinner.

And she was surprised to find that it wasn’t her usual bratty blonde but a new one: Michael Langdon was standing outside her door, explaining something to a very confused Queenie, who just crossed her arms, denying him entrance to her room.

-… I don’t get why Cordelia would allow something like this…- she mumbled, meanwhile looking him up and down -… you are a boy, this means that if the succubus possess her, you will have all your energy sucked out-.

And Michael just smirked at her, which was extremely infuriating because he always did that smirk whenever he knew he would get away with anything, either by “Concilium” or his infuriating good looks.

-Maybe she has faith that I will be able to overpower the succubus, I am stronger than all of you witches-.

He was indeed too cocky for her, but she always had a good laugh bringing down men with bigger egos than their dicks.

-Queenie, if the fool wants to die, let him, Madison will come back in fifteen minutes- it was a little lie, since Madison was never in the room but she let magic slip in her voice convincing Queenie to leave her with the beautiful boy, who immediately moved past Queenie, again smirking and closing the door in her face.

She just went back to her (useless) studying of ancient runes, meanwhile she wiggled the highlighter between her fingers, full of ink from writing down some notes.

Michael settled on her bed, and this was a clear invasion of her privacy but she avoided speaking up, knowing he would only be more teasing; she had avoided him like the plague in his staying, knowing guys like him weren’t worth the trouble, alongside the fact that guys like him would never be attracted to her.

So, she let herself think she would never have a chance,  to avoid even getting a slight crush and ending up being screwed over an arrogant and emotionless asshole.

This was another of the many reasons why she was still a virgin: no boy seemed good enough for her, nobody made her feel special or gave her that magical feeling of trusting someone and being trusted, of tasting something completely natural and not a forbidden fruit.

It didn’t help that the only guys she had been with were inexperienced as hell, looking at her as if for instructions and then playing the big man outside of the bed, acting as if she was just another plaything and she would never put up with such a behavior from a man, not when she knew her worth

This still meant she had never felt the joy of sex, slowly becoming not only afraid of what would happen without clothes but also sure that sex was never in her destiny.

A succubus mad for virgins was there, but not sex.

What shitty cards had she been dealt by the Hands of Destiny?

She put on music, to avoid being totally distracted by Michael who had started tapping in foot against the floor, meanwhile scrunching his nose in a somehow attempt to catch her attention, which was on the papers full of runes, before getting up and behind her, taking the offending papers in his hands and smirking.

-You seriously suck with runes! – he wasn’t being mean, he didn’t say it a mean tone, more a childish manner which clearly said he knew more than her and he was happy to teach her.

-Thank you for stating obvious matters, genius- she replied sarcastically trying to catch the papers back in her hands, meanwhile he held them over her head -Give them back! -.

-I can teach you a few tricks- he proposed, keeping the smirk on, clearly pleased he was better into something than her, which prompted her to hit the arm holding the paper, which got the boy to hiss and release the papers, magically swept back on her desk.

-Thank you, but thank you not- she replied, considering, moving to the lbrary to study in peace and without having to have him as a guard-dog-

She honestly disliked that he had been somehow chosen, not only because of him being him but because he was male and she knew how males thought.

(Was she being a little bit too reverse misogynist?).

-I was just trying to help…- his voice this time was straight up childlike and she turned around just in time to catch a sniff of his nose being uttered from him, and for a moment she thought he might have been a little too rough, assuming him to be just arrogant and not maybe sensitive.

-And I appreciate that- she turned around to catch his eyes, looking at him deeply the only form of apology she would share, too prideful to speak up -… but I can manage, and probably I am just not in the mood for runes, so I might as well stop-.

And she just turned completely around in her spinning chair, which prompted her to give Michael something the clearly wanted: attention.

-… so you want to talk? – he asked casually, but clearly that question was hitching under his skin for so long -… I thought you hated me, you avoided me-.

-I am an introvert, dude, I avoid everyone who is taller than me- he straight up laughed, a pretty laugh which prompted a smirk to appear on her face and a secret need to have that laugh being heard again, over and over.

((Y/N) focus!).

-So… you are still a virgin? – he commented, this time he was the one not meeting her eyes and she was thankful for it, because her pupils had become full blown out because of the surprise and she immediately shielded them with her lids, meanwhile she pinched her nose -… I mean I know it is a personal question…-.

-I am a virgin, ok! – she didn’t mean to screech that loud, because she knew that being a virgin didn’t mean nothing, didn’t mean she was a failure, didn’t mean she was unlovable and didn’t mean she wasn’t made for this world and hadn’t truly  lived.

She knew, but it was difficult to believe it, in a society where sex seemed so easy and you were kept out of it by yourself; she had once tried to lower her expectations of men, got one pretty boy and she had almost done the dirty deed just to find herself terrified by it and the thought she was so easily giving herself away, all the beliefs she had been passed on by an harsh upbringing trilling in her head and she hadn’t been able to even undress herself.

But she wouldn’t tell this to Michael, who looked at her with pity.

-Would you mind stop staring at me as if the fact that I have never fucked anything is making me sick? – she blurted out and he moved from the spot on the bed where had had sat down to her again, a little closer than before and she had to push the spinning chair back.

-I do not feel pity for you, (Y/N) – it was the first time he had called her by her name and she honestly thought she had never heard it sound so so sinful -…I am just confused by how a pretty girl like you has such an hard time letting herself go to the pleasures of flesh-.

-Maybe I am just looking for a much more lasting link? – she tried, blushing like crazy both for his words and the nearness which prompted her to turn her head to the side to avoid his gaze -… also… it’s difficult-.

She didn’t need to explain herself to him, she wouldn’t need to.

So she got up from the chair, moving away from him for a break in the bathroom although she didn’t need it, but her blushing face told her otherwise.

As soon as she was in the bathroom of her room, she opened the sink to splash some water on her overheated cheeks, not knowing if it was because of anger or of embarrassment or anything else (maybe those carnal pleasures Michael talked about) and she didn’t look at the color of the water too wrapped up on what to say to Michael as soon as she was out of there.

What she didn’t know was the fact that the water was black.

---

She got out of the bathroom feeling more heated than before, but it wasn’t only her cheeks, her entire body was asking a pause from whatever it had just went through, could she have had a fever? Did Langdon pass her something?

He was staring confusedly at her, her hazed eyes probably worrying him just as the way her shaking legs were barely letting her walk and she had to grip the wall to keep on walking, at least till the bed where Michael joined her, helping her settle on the bed.

He was incredibly gentle setting her legs up in order to get more blood to flow to her head, probably thinking she was halfway through fainting, but the hotness in her didn’t stop with his gentle administrations, although she pushed herself up a bit to feel his hands, cold and relieving.

She straight up left what might have sounded as a sexual moan, as soon as it hit her a naked spot on her legs, due to her jeans raising from her figure.

-I don’t know but I am not feeling well- she tried to explain before getting up swiftly to get her jeans off herself, annoyed by the way they constricted and pricked her sensible skin, Michael tried to stop her, but after a serious glare from her he helped push them off, before opening a few buttons of her blouse to let her breathe.

-Are you feeling better, (Y/N)? – he asked, clearly concerned and she shook her head, now the heat coming in waves and the worst, she felt something wet between her legs, and she knew it wasn’t sweat.

She damned the thought of wearing sexy pink panties, lace-y and smooth, covering her little “secret”, but clearly drenched, and she was thankful Michael kept his eyes on her and not on the embarrassing question in the room: she was aroused.

-I don’t know… what came over me…- she mumbled, trying to make Michael understand it wasn’t her fault, that sudden sickness which hit her, and Michael just gently nodded, pushing her head form her face to avoid them sticking there for the sweat, before kissing her forehead to measure her temperature, a gesture usually her mother made, but the sinful caress had nothing of maternal.

And it was confirmed by the way he then moved swiftly to her lips.

Some rational part of her wanted her to fight him, push him off of her and throw him away of the room, telling him that he was just a disgusting pervert, preying on sick girls, but another part, the one that won, just linked her hands behind his neck and pushed him further in the kiss, creating what was a true make out session, his lips moving against hers and sometimes pausing to press kiss on the corner of the mouth and then on her cheeks and finally moving to her lobe, where he bit down pleasantly.

Immediately her legs came to life, bringing themselves around his waist, bringing him down to her, and immediately she found out she wasn’t the only aroused one in the room, feeling the bulging erection pressed against her inner core, letting her let out another pretty loud moan, which prompted him to take a step up back and stare at her.

She must have looked a mess: hot, red and absolutely reckless with a toothy smirk, because she had that effect on him, but he smiled at her, before digging back for another kiss, this time tangling his hand in her hair, meanwhile she giggled at the way his tongue attempted to find hers, messily and sloppily but pleasurable.

And they kept kissing till he delicately separated from her, caressing gently her cheeks and she tried to kiss him again, feeling the heat waves settle whenever he touched, but he moved away.

-Are you sure, (Y/N)? – she wasn’t, she had never gone this far with a boy, but she desperately wanted to, she honestly always wanted to try it with Michael, but insecurity and years of repressing her sensual side and her sexuality had stopped her and now… after going to the bathroom she felt so inhibited, so free and happy and hot..

-Of course, now kiss me you stupid- he giggled, kissing her chastely, before ripping her blouse, looking at her in the eyes as if to ask her if he was hurting her and see if she had any kind of turning back thoughts.

He didn’t find any, she was just happy at his attention, his gesture, gently but not too much, they made her feel like a body and not a pure idea, touching and pressing his palm in the supple flesh of her breasts, kneading and swiftly moving to her nipples and tugging on them, not gently but enough to push her to moan out soundly.

Then she felt something cold, but not his head, it was liquid and …

His tongue prodded the nipple, gently, just tracing its outline before gently taking it in his hot mouth and then blowing on it and if it wasn’t already erect, it was now, and then it was the other.

She felt comfortable, damnably comfortable under his ministrations, he was slow and attentive, clearly treating her as a scared animal, but not as a sacred relict, something that could break easily.

He then moved lower, in a sweet trail of kisses meanwhile she moved her legs down his body, teasing him in a naïve and uncontrolled way, as if her own body knew better than her what to do.

He peppered a lot of love to her stomach, mostly to alleviate the anxiety in it, clearly wanting her to relax and feel it at its fullest, the waves of heat a bit gently disappearing and just the arousal remaining in her and when he licked the first long stripe on her fold.

It surprised her and she gripped her hair to stop him, just to give her a moment to taste the feeling of being touched there, such an intimate place that only knew her caressed and now knew only the pretty consistence of Michael’s tongue.

-Okay? – he asked, and she met his eyes, watching him dangle next to her little “secret” watching her with lustful eyes, pupils and eyes back, so much they weren’t recognizable.

-Okay- she gave him the sign to go on and he went back to her, this time the lick was more centered on her pleasure, searching something and when he found it, she almost moaned out her entire soul.

He looked up at her, smirking and then he removed her panties and his tongue was in total contact with her pretty pearl and he wasted no time to play with it, gently before her moans and tugs prompted him to give her more, much more.

And he never asked if she could take it, he was never scared of breaking her, giving her a compliment towards her resistance and strong mind, which prompte her to lose herself in him, so much she felt the telltale signs of being as close as you can come to her first orgasm.

-Are you close? – he seemed to know it too, and kept his ministrations up, speeding up the movement of his tongue and breaking a finger in the mix to stimulate the pretty pearl, and she felt it closer, her stomach tighter and next to shattering herself in million pieces.

But that thought seemed damnably pleasurable.

She was “oh so lost in pleasure” she didn’t hear Michael mumbling something against her something, oh better… she did… but it didn’t seem to matter… to her, she just wanted her orgasm and when she felt the first prick of pain she didn’t give it any thought but then it went straight up to her head, pricking her horribly as a nail stuck in her brain, her face contorted into a pain expression and she tried to push away Michael, before pulling his hair to ask him what was going on, was she truly sick?

Wasn’t she?!

It hurt, it hurt so much, she screamed and with her voice came another thing out of your mouth: black smoke.

It all left her mouth making her raise a bit from the bed, levitating almost before falling down and plopping down on her bed, tired as if the life had been sucked out of her body.

-Are you back, (Y/N)? – he murmured, meanwhile gently patting her legs and suddenly all the shame all the inhibitions and all the  dark thoughts came back to her and suddenly she was naked with Michael Langdon in her bed, between her legs, and from the clock in the room she knew that Madison would have come home any minutes.

She immediately covered herself with the covers, mostly to hide the slow throbbing of her entrance, since it had been forbidden an orgasm and was looking for something to fill it.

But she denied it anything feeling ashamed at how lustful and free she had been and most of all with Michael Langdon.

-What… what happened? – her voice was rough from the moaning and she lowered her eyes meanwhile Michael avoided to stare at her body, strangely out of respect for her and her body.

-The succubus possessed you in the bathroom, you were strangely horny, a bit too horny- she almost slapped him then and there -… not that I was complaining, but I had to enchant it to leave your body-.

-You should go- she just muttered, clenching the covers to her body -… thank you for the help-.

-There is nothing you should be ashamed of- he swiftly whispered, gently again caressing her legs but she almost kicked away his hand -… you were beautiful-.

She lowered again her head and instead and muttered just a tiny “thank you”, before plopping her head down the pillow, a way of telling Michael to disappear, and although she felt it was bad to let him go like that after he had saved her, like a stray puppy being rejected, she didn’t feel like having this conversation when she was unsatisfied and naked.

But he got up and almost at the door, he turned around smirking, again as when he had entered the room (the start of all the troubles):

-You haven’t finished… I can help you with…-

-I can manage- she replied, instead, sending him away with a harsh glare, but when she took care of herself later, it was his tongue he imagined between her legs.

Maybe she didn’t need a succubus to give the worst of herself after all.

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Michael walked into his room, his raging hard-on pressed in his soft and silky pants, which caressed with their delicacy the skin of his member, a kind of exciting foreplay, before the main event and when he opened the door he saw a naked woman on his bed, but this didn’t excite him.

He knew it wasn’t the real thing.

The succubus looked up at him, she hadn’t the deer eyes of the original (Y/N), the shy resistance of the real girl and the way she let loose was so much more inviting than this open sexuality, and if he hadn’t known the pleasure of staying between the legs of the real thing he wouldn’t have resisted the demon, but he did.

-My sweet master- she called out at him -… a dry night isn’t it? That girl doesn’t know how to have fun! -.

She giggled at his grunting, taking it as a yes, clearly telling her he didn’t want to talk about it.

-Did I execute our plan perfectly? – she asked letting her hands move to her fold, caressing them gently (he had tasted those fold, just to know that they tasted as bittersweet as her personality) -I am such a good replica, I can even make the same sound-.

And she let out one of those pretty moans he had heard before; they were similar but she held more life.

-Go away, minx, I need a night of sleep- he murmured, moving on the bed next to her, clearly unfazed by their acts, but she just moved on top of him, naked and wet in the right places.

-You won’t sleep with that thing on- she replied, instead reaching for his hard-on, massaging it with experience on her hand, nothing of the precious naïve and trying but determinate (Y/N).

So, he pushed her away and muttered something else, the inversion of the formula with which he had evoked her, throwing her again in hell, listening to her screams meanwhile he dreamed of delicate hands in his hair and sweet but filthy moans.

#michael langdon #michael langdon reader #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon image #michael langdon smut #michael langdon fanfic #michael langdon fan fic #ahs #ahs apocalypse #ahs 8 #ahs smut #fanfic #fan fic #a little loss of innocence #heco writes

[theskytraveler]

So, here’s the deal.

I’ve been a terrible internet friend lately to the lovely @dreamwritesimagines​. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pull a Houdini, you know? In my defense, it’s been one of the craziest years of my life, but now I’m BACK! For good! And I know I said that before, but now it’s FOR REAL.

Btw, thanks for always tagging me in your work, it truly means the world.

Anyway, I need to make up to you, so here’s a little surprise 😉 Instead of reading each and every chapter I haven’t read yet and writing my lovely comments on them – spamming your notes with me in the process – I wrote this little thing here.

To you, Dream, here are my long overdue thoughts on your recent incredible work.

To you, my followers and whoever else might be reading this, here are some incredible fic recommendations. You’re welcome.

Since this is partially a fic rec post, I’m gonna write about everything available on your Masterlist, Dream. You know my thoughts on most of these, but ah well. I’m on a roll.

Series I have already finished: (so you can skip it if you’re curious about the ones I haven’t talked about yet)

First, my all-time favorite series you have ever written, the phenomenal Bad Habit. I guess this started as a one-shot and it became so much more. This series has it ALL! Great characters, smart and funny dialogue, fantastic character development and plot twists that hit you out of nowhere.

Oh, and the Y/N here is basically my spirit animal.

Btw, I reread this series a few days ago, and I wanna know: where is my sequel? Where’s the Christmas themed one-shot? My little Zoe acting as Matt’s sidekick and falling in love with Peter Parker (I still remember this anon headcanon, yes, and I still ship it, yes). Gah, I love this series.

While we’re on the Ben Barnes train, let’s talk about Daddy Issues. It’s a Westworld fic that doesn’t take place in Westworld. And it is GREAT. Logan and Y/N are so cute and the ending was perfect. And I still want a one-shot of a proposal, thanks.

And before we get into the more angsty stuff, we gotta talk about Invisible. It’s the softest series ever. I know it’s on a long hiatus for now, but I still think about Y/N and Steve and the fact that I lowkey ship her with Billy. When you find the inspiration for this series again, I’ll be ready. Also, what the hell happened in Detroit?

Ah, Don’t You Love Me. Don’t I love this series. (Sorry, terrible joke. Don’t you love me?). One of the best character developments ever. Y/N here is so flawed and struggling with so many things. It just makes her so human and real. And her road to recovery was a joy to read. And Steve is Steve. The most perfect puppy of a man. And how could I forget my favorite villain in all your series? Trent is GREAT! I STAN A PERFECT ANTAGONIST!

And, finally, it’s time to talk about Faint of Heart. Another one where the character development we see Y/N go through is astounding. I love Queenie, my favorite Y/N ever. This series had the most perfect ending I could dream of. And not just Queenie, I mean, this series has the most amazing cast of characters, I love all of them! The ones from the show and the new original ones. Queenie, Bree and Eric are my babies. AND I WILL DEFEND THAT SOMBER LITTLE PASSAGE WITH MY LIFE OK? THAT IS MY FAVORITE PART IN THE SERIES, NOBODY TOUCHES THAT!

From this point forward, be aware that there WILL be spoilers for new readers.

Series I started, but you have no idea who I feel about the ending because I never told you and series I haven’t started yet: (again, my bad, sorry).

There is never enough Billy Russo, is there? So, Once a Year. The one I never finished. UNTIL NOW THAT IS! Two dysfunctional people falling in love, ah. Or realizing they’ve been in love all along. Billy and Skittles give me the creeps, but I also couldn’t help but ship them. As I recall, the last chapter I read was Chapter 9 and I had a LOT OF QUESTIONS. Like, what the hell is actually going on kind of questions. AND WHAT HAPPENED LAST YEAR kind of questions. Here are my final (and edited, because this post was already super long, so I had to do some compromises) thoughts on this series:

Chapter 10: My desire to kill Krista is alive and well, I see. Carter is still a puppy and I see myself in Karen, because I too want to see all the drama up close. Skittles and Billy “broke up” and I am SAD. And also curious as to WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! Always questions, never answers;

Chapter 11: THEY KISSED, OMG, STOP EVERYTHING THIS IS SO GREAT, SO FINALLY, OMG, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR LIKE 84 YEARS, NOBODY TOUCH ME! THEN HE SAID HE WAITED OVER 10 YEARS FOR THIS, EXCUSE ME DREAM HOW DARE YOU? YES THIS IS HAPPENING IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM, DON’T STOP THEM NOW! (This five steps game is so cute btw, BUT WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW)! HE BROKE UP WITH KRISTA? YAY! JSFOIAHFI IT’S HAPPENING;

Chapter 12: THEY ARE SO SOFT, I CAN’T- and now everything has gone to shit. Well, it was good while it lasted. Why can’t they just communicate? Tell him what is going on, Skittles. Why are you marrying Carter? AT LEAST TELL ME! Oh, wait. They’re communicating. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT! EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK? Bring me this Aldrich dude, I’ll kill him;

Chapter 13: This whole “second wedding” thing is cracking me up, I laugh every single time. Aldrich has some nerve showing up in the gallery. And I am reminded yet again of how much Skittles and Billy scare me hahaha it’s great;

Chapter 14: It really is one step forward and two steps back with those two, huh? I love my girl Karen! She ships it and her being confused about the situation is the funniest thing ever. And then she gives the best advice. Gotta love her. And now, back to the Skittles and Billy show… COME ON, MAN! Wait. IS SHE BREAKING UP WITH CARTER? Man, I’m so glad I don’t have to wait to find out, which brings us to…

Chapter 15: Oh, geez. I feel for Carter. Dream, set him up with Rose or something, I’m suddenly so sad. Carter is such a great guy. DAMN IT, BILLY! There are only two chapters of this left, how are you messing things up, man? Oh, wait. MERMAID! Oh, I just remembered that these two CREEP ME OUT. Jesus, Billy. That’s not romantic, man. Skittles and Billy need professional help, my GOD;

Chapter 16: Poor Carter. I’m not really a beach kind of person, but I’m glad Skittles and Billy are happy in a remote location. “BEYONCÉ TAUGHT ME BETTER”, THIS IS THE BEST QUOTE OF THIS SERIES, I’M DEAD! Awn, the gallery is so cute! I love it! OH NO! Rawlings. Of course you needed to give us on last plot twist, why am I surprised? EXCUSE ME, HOW DARE YOU? YOU WRITE AN EPILOGUE OR SOMETHING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK.

I just...

Of the new series I haven’t started yet, how could I not begin with Crown of Hearts? After how much I loved Faint of Heart there is a sequel? GIMME! Let’s break this down chapter by chapter (again, I had to edit my comments, because they were just too long):

Chapter 1: OMG I’M SO EXCITED. Ah, Queenie’s childhood was so sad, I’m glad she won’t let the same happen to her children. EITR, THE BEST FALCON, I MISSED YOU! The domesticity between Ivar, Queenie and Ragnar, I can’t. It’s too cute. BJOR AND BREE! I missed them too! And Gala and Hvitty. Where’s Ubbe? And Torvi? Btw, I don’t trust any of these new people;

Chapter 2: “Baby shark”. I’m gonna laugh every time I see that. “BWE” OMG! I LOVE THAT! Oh, yes! Flashbacks! I love those. Ok, I’m warming up to this Osmond guy, but I still don’t know if I trust him. Threats everywhere, they really can’t catch a break, huh? STOP EVERYTHING, ERIC the love of my life IS HERE! I am so ready for more Eric content. Can he fall in love with that dog loving shieldmaiden of the headcanons now, please? WAIT, QUEENIE, DON’T LEAVE! I WANT MORE ERIC CONTENT! NO! ERIC, FOLLOW HER! That was cruel, Dream. Wow, those rumors about Queenie. People sure are creative in defeat (burn people from her home country, burn). QUEENIE IS A LEGEND PEOPLE, YOU TELL THIS RAYDON GUY;

Chapter 3: They are really talking about teaching poisons and swordfight to a baby? Of course they are. Oh, they’re waiting until he’s seven. That’s better. I hate Queenie’s mother. Such a vile woman. Ok, I like Osmond. Can we keep him? Make him fall in love with a Viking girl! Or boy! I see him falling in love with someone rather clumsy. I ship it already. “Who did Ivar kill?” AHAHAH I LOVE THEM. It will happen, guys. But oh well;

Chapter 4: I love them all ganging up to tease Hvitty. Poor guy, but still. It’s so entertaining. DAMN BREE, WAY TO GET ME EXCITED LIKE QUEENIE OVER NOTHING! I want this wedding, damnit! But, sure, go off on a raid instead, I guess. “THE BJOR INFLUENCE” AND “IT’S LIKE A CURSE” I’M SCREAMING AHAHHA. Ok, Bree, you convinced me. Go chase your freedom. Excuse me, but WHO THE FUCK TOOK BABY RAGNAR? I’LL END YOU;

Chapter 5: Bree is a godsend. Bless her heart. Taking care of Queenie during this mess. This entire situation is awful, btw. That was MEAN, Queenie! This fandom has raised you better! OH THEY FOUND HIM, THANK YOU! Queenie scares me sometimes, but I guess this time those guys had it coming;

Chapter 6: Queenie is gonna have to make up to Ivar, sorry I don’t make the rules. HVITTY CALLS GALA “MY HEART”, EXCUSE ME THIS IS TOO SWEET! DAMN, Hvitty. Tell us how you really feel. But, yes, I guess Queenie needed to hear that little comment about Edgard. Bree is so smart, I stan. Why are you being shady right after I decided I like you, Osmond? Please explain yourself.

I’m loving this. I missed this gang so much. The only thing lacking in Crown of Hearts is more Eric content. How dare you show him for like two seconds and then NEVER AGAIN? You’re torturing me here, Dream. But ah, I want to know more about what is going on in Kattegat. I don’t trust a whole bunch of people, but, well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

I literally squealed with glee when I saw that you were writing for Bucky. Untouchable is the one I was the most excited about reading. And the best part? I already have 7 chapters to binge! And I am obviously going to tell you my you guessed it, edited thoughts on them:

Chapter 1: I’m liking this setting! The 1940s, what a twist for most of Bucky fics out there, this is great. And Y/N is already so interesting! AH, HI BUCKY, I LOVE YOU! I love flustered Bucky. This feels like they are star-crossed lovers, separated by their “places” in “society” and I am HERE for it;

Chapter 2: OMG SHE’S IMAGINING BUCKY, YES! I already ship them so hard, I s2g. This Charles guy, I don’t like him. I bet he is a Hydra double agent. Who sent her the flowers? Does Y/N have a stalker? I’m worried. OMG, HI LITTLE TINY STEVE! The alley scene broke my heart, thanks;

Chapter 3: Wait. Bucky and Y/N are sneaking around? What happened? Did I skip a chapter? Did we skip time and I didn’t notice? Like, I’m glad and all, but still. AH, it was a dream. I see. Rude. And on that note, Shirley is rude too. Oh, not now, Charles! Go away! Y/N and Bucky were having a moment. Oh, there’s bad blood between Bucky and Charles, I see. Interesting. “If you knew half of the things he did, you would have nothing to do with him”. Bucky, darling, do you really think Y/N has a choice? Men are so obtuse, my god;

Chapter 4: “And sooner or later he would get mean, all of them did” I AM CRYING! This is terrible. Y/N must have had a very difficult life. And her current situation isn’t really any better. LITTLE TINY STEVE TO THE RESCUE! I stan. Steve also ships it, welcome aboard, buddy. And, Y/N is in denial. I would argue that a broth is never just a broth. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I LIKE YOU THOMAS! He ships it too and he has no idea who is the other half of the ship. Bucky sees the real her, I can’t- “There’s nobody” and I am deceased;

Chapter 5: Daydreaming about Bucky Barnes? I sure can relate. NOPE, Linda! Don’t even think about it! And she thought about it. Argh. But who cares about that when we have Bucky and Y/N being their ADORABLE selves? Bucky, my sweet summer child, you are so fucked. You will be happy eventually, but Hydra, man. Brace yourself for the next 50 years. THE KISS! THIS MOMENT WAS SO SWEET! OMG, I’M DEAD! This was so perfect. So of course Y/N had to run away. Thanks. LINDA I’M GONNA KILL YOU! AND CHARLES IS NEXT! Y/N get OUT of there;

Chapter 6: I need to know. Are the bruises a regular thing with Charles or did she do something that made him angry? I feel like it’s the former. I don’t like it. WHY THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU SIGN THE CONTRACT, Y/N? I hate you, Linda. And you, Charles. OH MY GOD, BUCKY IS THERE! He is the best person ever, so soft. Someone get me a Bucky. Omg, tell him, Y/N! Why don’t you people ever communicate? This is driving me crazy;

Chapter 7: Do NOT ruin this for us, Shirley! Don’t tell a single soul! Or else I’m putting you on my hit list. Y/N and Bucky are going on a date and I am SO excited. Hey, Ruth? Do NOT ruin this for us! Go away. “I want you to trust me first” and my soul has left the earthly realm for I am deceased. Again.

Ok, I’m loving this? I don’t want it to EVER end! Bucky is perfect, Y/N is so interesting and Shirley is also pretty great. I hope she does find true love eventually. But that General guy… I don’t trust him. At all. I’m also pretty sure he’s Hydra and things will get really ugly for both Bucky and Y/N. And given your recent history with Once a Year, I’m not really sure we’ll have a happy ending, so thanks for that. I obviously CAN’T WAIT TO READ MORE!

Now, Burn It Down has nothing to do with FoH and CoH, but it was influenced by The Last Kingdom? I’m sold. (Like I always am when it comes to your writing, as you’re probably aware, but oh well). I obviously read all three chapters and here are my thoughts (edited, as I’m sure you know by now):

Chapter 1: That was a creepy way to start a story. Like, first paragraph and I’m already kinda creeped out, thanks. Hmm, the animal heart bit? We’re not in Kansas anymore, I guess. But I’m intrigued. She doesn’t trust men what a mood, very smart of her. I like her. She’s creepy, but I like her. What happened in Ivar’s tent two nights ago? Ok, I’m intrigued;

Chapter 2: I’m liking Y/N’s and Ivar’s dynamic. It’s fun to see them getting acquainted with each other and figuring out how to deal with this little situation they have going on. Ok, but why is she helping Ivar? Like, yeah, their destinies are entwined or whatever, but he’s so rude. I’d tell him to go to hell, honestly. He’d have to earn my help;

Chapter 3: Well, Hvitty is obviously the brother that will be forgotten. Poor guy, but oh well. At least forgotten doesn’t mean he won’t have a good life. Now, the brother who “shall be the victor” is Ubbe and the “tragedy” one is Ivar, because of course. Also because I don’t accept anything bad happening to my sweet puppy Ubbe.  But like, “victor” of what? This is so vague. This Y/N and Skittles would be good friends.

Ok, I’m intrigued! Not sure how I feel about Y/N yet, but I think she’ll be more like Skittles than Queenie. I’m ready for that! This fic has a different atmosphere than the ones I’m used to see in your writing, but I’m liking it so far. Obviously can’t wait to read more.

So, there you have it! Hope you liked it and I promise I won’t disappear on you again!

[hitchell-mope]

(First film. Auradon prep library. 11:00 at night)

Evie: need some help?

Ben: yes please

(She uses magic to get Ben and the four books he’s got under his arms down from the ladder)

Ben: thank you.

Evie: anytime. Now. These are the ones you think can help

Ben: the ones I’ve read. Magic lore of the past century. Four volumes. 25 years each.

Evie: this could work. Still can’t believe fairy godmother let use the magic section. Thought it was off limits.

Ben (not entirely paying attention): it is.

Evie: Benjamin you shady little bastard

Ben (now kind of flat ignoring her): yes I thought so

(Evie looks momentarily annoyed. But then she sees he’s staring at jay)

Evie: you will not get far with jay

Ben: hm?

Evie: well. You don’t have freckles. You’re hair’s not curly. And you weren’t effectively raised by Mal from the age of six. Sorry. (Now fully entering the role of sibling). Now Mal on the other hand. I think she would love to date you.

Ben: I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair. I don’t even know if

Evie: she does. Trust me. She does.

Ben: ok.

Evie: does anyone else know or...

Ben: no. Just Doug Lonnie and Jane. Please don’t tell anyone else. Please. Especially my parents

Evie: hey hey. I won’t tell. I promise. I won’t tell

Ben: thank you

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Doug (sitting down next to Mal): hey.

Mal: hey bud. Sorry about the rat man

Doug: eh. It’s ok. I’m used to it

Mal: if it helps I’m rooting for ya

Doug: not really cause Evie’s made up her mind.

Mal: yeah well she’s wrong. You’re much better than that fake ass bastard. Soon she’ll see. She will see

Doug: you kinda sound like a super villain at the start of his origin story

Mal: I’m not super Doug my friend. Just a villain.

Doug: you know he likes you right

Mal: huh?

Doug: my best friend.

Mal: ah...yeah

Doug: and?

Mal: I like him too.

Doug: but

Mal: he’s him. I’m. Me

Doug: if it helps I’m rooting for ya

Mal (chuckling): it does actually

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Lonnie: whatcha drawing

Carlos: Jay

Lonnie: ahhh. May I?

Carlos: yeah sure

Lonnie: wow that’s really good

Carlos: I learned at Mal’s knee

Lonnie: cool.

Carlos: you’re scared of me aren’t you?

Lonnie: no. No. Yes. Yes. A little

Carlos: eh I don’t blame you. I grew up being protected by a dark fairy and a genie. So people know not to mess with me

Lonnie: ah. Question

Carlos: yeah?

Lonnie (pointing Mal then Evie): what’s their damage? They say their friends but they don’t act like it. What happened?

Carlos: I happened

Lonnie: heh?

Carlos: long story involving a heart rip, shrimp, Evie saving my life and Mal punting her into the barrier when they were thirteen

Lonnie: wow. That um

Carlos: sounds absolutely cockamamie and insane

Lonnie: yah

Carlos: buuuut every word of it is true

Lonnie: and you’re

Carlos: family. Mal’s essentially my mother. And Evie’s the sister she wants to throw in a sack and dump in a river. But she keeps her around cause otherwise I’d be upset. They don’t think I know but I do.

Lonnie: and you don’t blame Evie?

Carlos (scoffing): god no. You try denying your parents when they can control you through your literal heart. I don’t blame Evie. But Mal does. And that’s something she’s gotta work through herself

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Jay (plopping down next to Jane): god I hate reading. Do you hate reading?

Jane (looking terrified): uuuuhhhhmmmm....

Jay: wow. You really are scared of us aren’t you?

Jane (tiny little voice): yes

Jay: why?

Jane: because you’re

Jay: vks?

(She nods shamefully)

Jay: ohhhh. You don’t have to be.

Jane: I know. But

Jay: it’s difficult to look past the stories. You think I’m gonna turn into a snake and trap you in an hourglass.

Jane: well I do now!

Jay: I won’t though. Even though it would be really, incredibly, ridiculously easy. Just a snap of my fingers to be honest and the venomous fangs come out to play full force

(He hisses. Jane squeaks in terror. And Jay let’s out an enormous belly laugh)

Jay (still laughing): oh I’m sorry. Ahem. I’m sorry.

Jane: that was mean

Jay (feeling a little guilty): I know

Jane: could you teach me magic?

Jay (cracking his 1000 watt smile): certainly

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(Midnight. They’re all packing to go back to their dorms)

Carlos (feeling tired and whiny): jaaaaaaaaaay?

Jay: yeah?

Carlos (throwing his arms up): carry me?

Jay: do you even have to ask?

(He hoists Carlos up in his arms, Carlos buries his head in jay’s neck and they leave)

Lonnie: how long have they been together

Evie: oh they’re not

Mal: not yet anyway

Lonnie: why?

Evie: Carlos is waiting for jay to make the first move

Mal: and Jay is completely oblivious

Lonnie (looking at Jane): oh I’ve been there.

Doug: night guys

Mal and Lonnie: night bud

Evie (purposefully ignoring him): yeah night

(Doug leaves but not before he looks longingly at Evie)

Lonnie: hey uh Evie can I talk to you?

Evie: sure

Lonnie: So you and Chad

Evie (smiling happily): I know. He’s so handsome. And funny. And

Lonnie: a user. And a cad. And a cheater

Evie (smile faltering): what?

Lonnie: chad. he cheats on his girlfriends. Then moves on when he gets bored or they find out. He’s ghosted at leat two we know about. He may have “Charming” as a last name but that’s it essentially

Evie: oh my god. I don’t believe it.

Lonnie: I’m sorry

Evie: I don’t believe that Doug put you up to this

Lonnie: what? No! Nononononononononono! He didn’t

Evie (venomously): Chad is a prince. I am a princess no matter what that taffeta wearing pink bitch says! I deserve this

Lonnie: you don’t deserve someone who won’t treat you right

Evie (voice breaking): if not him then who

Lonnie: literally any other boy

Evie: it has to be a prince. It HAS to be. Anything else is not an option. It has to be him

Lonnie (“mom” mode activated): no. It doesn’t. Oh honey

(She goes to hug her but Evie rebukes her)

Evie (absolutely incensed): you don’t know me. You have NO IDEA WHATS GOING ON IN MY HEAD! I need this. I have no choice I need this. And I’m not going to let you or anybody else take it from me. So keep your pathetic after school special bullshit to yourself and don’t you DARE interre with my love life

(She poofs away in sapphire blue smoke)

Lonnie: I. I’m sorry

Mal: I’m not. She needed to hear it. He’s a dick. Doug isn’t. She should pick Doug

Jane: why?

Mal: because Doug’s my friend. And if she’s with him. Then I don’t have to deal with her

Lonnie: I knew your reason would be altruistic

Mal: ohhhh I’ve never been one for altruism. Back home it’s eat or be eaten sometimes literally

Lonnie: hey funny question. Has Evie ever...

Mal: been interested in girls? Don’t make me cackle kid. Quinlan tried to get her to join her gang sometime last year. But queenie caught wind of it and this is Sparta’d the poor girl. (Fake simpering voice) a prince is only good enough you see

Lonnie: poor girl

Mal: then Antony came along. But Grayson Clayton caught his eye and they joined together. Evie still doesn’t know.

Ben: I’m sorry. That you had to live like that

Lonnie and Jane: I’m sorry too

Mal (smiling in spite of herself): well. My friends and I are here now. And if the plan works. Then me and Jay never have to constantly look over our shoulders to protect Carlos again. I know he knows by the way

Lonnie (aghast): I’m sorry. I swear I tried to

Mal: honey. Relax. I can read minds. Part of my magic. By the way. The compliments very much appreciated but I don’t deserve it Lonnie. The only thing I know of that can repel my magic is iron Jane. And Ben. Think of the arctic. That should help

(Jane looks like she wants the ground to swallow her up. Ben looks guilty. Lonnie looks curious)

Mal: it’s easier to use telepathy here then back home. Nobody’s on constant guard here

Lonnie: the island sounds awful

Ben: QUEEN OF HEARTS!

Jane: huh?

Ben: I uh. I made a notary list. Keeps track of all the children on the isle of the lost

Mal (cocking an eyebrow): impressive. But there’s no use in fetching Quinlan. Once you get sent to Bald Mountain you never return

(An awkward silence follows until Jane looks at the clock and squeals)

Jane: half past pumpkin time!

(She leaves hurriedly)

Mal: pumpkin time

Ben: curfew. Jane’s gotta be back at fairy godmothers suite by midnight

Mal: what’s a curfew?

Ben: oh um. Uh. It’s the time when you have to be in. If not

Lonnie: you get your phone taken away for a couple of days

Mal: what about you guys

Ben: we all have them. Ours were extended for today

Lonnie: it only takes ten minutes to walk back to my room. Hopefully sleeping bitchy’s out cold

Ben: that’s not very nice Lon

Lonnie: you know she’s your ex now. You can badmouth her if you want

Ben: only if I were the dumpee. I’m not. She is. So she can say whatever she wants about me.

Lonnie (not at all buying it): well. Alright. G’night

Ben and Mal: night

(Lonnie leaves)

Mal: and then there were two

Ben: yeah. Heh heh. I liked today

Mal: I liked today as well. Ah

Ben: yes?

Mal: your bloods black. You look like you got attacked by a doctor who monster

Ben (overjoyed): you watch Doctor Who?

Mal: black blood

Ben: right uhhhh. Oh yeah! I chew pens. The ink cartridge must’ve burst and leaked. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it.

Mal: it looks lit it dried about an hour ago. What were you doing then?

Ben: uhhhh (flashback to 11:32 pm when he was chewing on his pen and tuning out Evie waxing poetic about chad in favour of watching Mal talk with Doug). I...don’t...remember

Mal (reading his mind but deciding not to embarrass him): ok. (She takes out a handkerchief) there you go (She starts wiping at the corners of Ben’s mouth. Then pulls away abruptly) here (She hands him the handkerchief and gets up)

Ben: thank you (he finishes cleaning his mouth). Are you ok?

Mal: yea ahem yeah. Always. No. Actually. I’m not.

Ben: why?

Mal: I really don’t wanna say

Ben (realising): oh. Oh god. I’m so sorry. If I’ve ever made you feel uncomfortable I wasn’t my intention

Mal (going up to him and hold his face in her hands): Ben. Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. It’s me. You can safely assume that whenever I’m gloomy. It’s my fault

Ben: why are you gloomy

Mal: because I want something that’s contraband. To me specifically

Ben: not everything’s off limits.

Mal: I’m not here to have fun. Or be happy. I have to. You know what I have to do. And you being here all...we can’t. No matter how much either of us want to.

Ben: ok.

Mal: I’m sorry. But. It’s not your fault. Just remember that it’s never your fault

Ben: but it’s not yours either. There’s nothing wrong with wanting something for yourself. You are allowed that.

Mal: I’m not. That’s just the thing. I’m not allowed anything. That could interfere with her... (practically spitting) plans

Ben: oh.

Mal: you know what I think of you. You know how much I. You know. And that’s all it can be

(This is when “Rewrite the stars” happens)

#disney descendants #mal bertha #ben florian #evie grimhilde #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #doug son of dopey #li lonnie #jane daughter of fairy godmother #zendaya!mal #bal #devie #jaylos #janelonnie #all heavily implied

[xbarrjallenx]

Hogwarts Memories

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Newt’s Hogwarts Memories were impossible to be forgotten and it was time to share it to their friends.

Word count: 1.407

Posted: 29th of November 2018

A/N: I’m back with another imagine, yay! My first one: “One Out Of Two” has almost reached 300 notes and I’m so grateful the many people liked it. I am so inspired in this days and I have other 3 imagines about Newt, ready to be posted and such.

I would love if you give me some feedbacks about my stories and I would also appreciate if you send me some requests for Fantastic Beasts characters. Thank you so much!

Oh, this imagine is based on a scene in the first film. You may remember it as soon as you read it!

- G. x

“Hey, Newt. Who is she?” Queenie’s soft voice pierced in your ear and you watched her while she thrusted her head to her right, pointing at something that she saw on Newt’s working bench inside the cabin.

You were inside Newt’s briefcase and you were feeding his creatures together with your new acquaintances: Jacob, Queenie and Tina. You just finished taking care of the Graphorns, but you quickly helped Newt on organising some of his creatures food on the wooden table.

“Ah, that’s no one.” You saw Newt, your best friend, look at Queenie, giving her all of his attention, but he quickly broke the eye contact and anxiously fixed the things on the table.

“Leta Lestrange?” Queenie mumbled, reading Newt’s mind. The man stopped on moving, dropping everything that he was doing. You saw him gulp from across the table and he was just so embarrassed.

Leta. Leta Lestrange. She was one of your most veritable friends when you were still studying at Hogwarts. She was the second person you met during your first night at your new school, the first one was Newt, and ever since that night, you three became inseparable.

In a group of three people, two of them were considered as outcasts: Newt was a very introvert kid, often bullied, and Leta had a bad reputation because of how her family treated her. The three of you were different, especially your characteristics and your family backgrounds, but your friendship was one of the most beautiful friendships that the walls of Hogwarts have ever seen.

You often defended your friends from their bullies and you even made your house lose points in some circumstances, but you freely did that because they were the most important people in your life.

“I’ve heard about that family. Aren’t they kind of- you know?” Queenie stated, focusing her eyes on Newt’s face.

“Please don’t read my mind.” Your best friend politely pleaded. He was uncomfortable with their topic and you understood him, because you also remembered how your promises and friendship were broken.

Right after yours and Leta’s graduation, Newt was expelled during his sixth year, you all still stuck together. Years have passed and you lived happily with them, but what was the thing that destroyed most of the friendships? Love.

You knew that Newt loved Leta. You noticed it, mostly when Newt took the blame for her wrong actions, decisions and choices at Hogwarts. In fact, it was the reason why Newt was led to expulsion. He loved her more than anyone and anything in the world, but she didn’t love him back. She chose someone else and this time, it was her heart that made a wrong choice: she loved Theseus Scamander, Newt’s older brother.

Leta was the reason why the trio became a duo, but you couldn’t just blame her. She couldn’t dictate her heart who to love or not, just like you couldn’t dictate your heart to stop loving Newt.

“Sorry, I asked you not to!” Newt’s frustrated voice snapped you back to the reality. He was angry and hurting, you know that. He really was.

“I know, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Queenie sighed and you felt the tension between them. It was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. “People are easiest to read when they are hurting.”

“Oh, I’m not hurting.” Newt flashed his toothy but embarrassed smile, noticing that you were listening to their conversation. He gave you a gentle nod to assure that he was fine, that he was not hurting anymore, but you knew that it was a lie. “Anyway, it was a long time ago.”

“That was a real close friendship you had at school, together with (Y/N).” Queenie pointed out, looking at you.

“Yes, well, neither of Leta and I really fitted in at school and (Y/N) was the one who saved us from our bullies, so we -” Newt attempted to be dismissive, but Queenie was just so interested about your story.

“- became real close. For years.” Newt nodded, Queenie walking towards Newt. She then pulled up a very concerned face and stated something that made your heart thump in a very abnormal way. “She was a taker, you need a giver.”

Newt looked at you and tried to catch your gaze, but you did everything to avoid him. It was an unusual situation for the two of you, because right after Leta’s confession about her and Theseus’ relationship, no one has ever dared to talk about love again, not you and mostly not Newt. You both feared to ruin the strong friendship that you have, even though you felt something towards each other.

“(Y/N) is the giver.” Queenie murmured, but you still managed to hear her. You weren’t far from them after all. She was still reading Newt’s mind and you wondered what he really thought about you. “You really both care for each other.”

Newt flashed you a shy smile while his cheeks were flushing red. He left Leta’s memories at the back of his head and focused at the person who stayed by his side. “Yes, (Y/N) is the most ge-”

“What are you two talking about?” Tina suddenly blurted out, walking towards the wooden table, and cutting Newt from what he was about to say. Tina was roaming around the area to admire the animals and you could say that she really had fun on doing so.

“Ah, nothing.” Newt’s deep voice was heard as he shook his head to shake his thoughts off his mind. You suddenly pouted and Queenie just gave you a sympathetic look, probably she read your mind too.

“School.” Queenie answered, which was not a lie, because they were basically talking about the friendship that he had at school.

“School.” You and Newt repeated in unison.

“Di-did you say school?” You heard Jacob’s voice and you saw that he was walking towards the group. “Is there a school? A wizardry school? Here in America?”

“Of course, Ilvermorny!” Queenie enthusiastically answered. “It’s only the best Wizard school in the whole world.”

“Hmm!” You caught Newt’s gaze and you smirked at each other.

“I think that the best Wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts.” Newt debated, defending it even after he was expelled.

“Hogwarts?” Jacob curiously asked, corrugating his forehead.

You nodded in response and smiled at your friends. “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please.” You sang, still getting the exact tone of your school’s theme song right. “Newt!”

“Oh, no!” Newt shyly smiled, violently shaking his head. You playfully rolled your eyes and you went towards his place to grab his hand. He just needed to shake his thoughts off, he couldn’t keep on hurting himself because of a girl that would never love him, not now, not ever.

“Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees,” you continued, nudging Newt’s ribs to ask him sing. “our heads could do with filling, with some interesting stuff.”

“C’mon, Newt!” Jacob cheered for his friend and Newt just humorously sighed, defeated.

“For now they’re bare and full of air,” Your best friend cheerfully sang, while you waved your hands in the air. “dead flies and bits of fluff.”

“So teach us things worth knowing, bring back what we forgot,” You sang in unison and smiled at each other. Your friends and Newt’s creatures giddily watched you, following the beat. “just do the best, we’ll do the rest and learn until our brains rot.”

You earned some loud cheers from your friends and some of the fantastic beasts, but you and Newt just laughed, remembering all the moments that happened during your study at Hogwarts. You’ve been through thick and thin with your best friends, through rough and hard times with your academics, but Hogwarts was still one of the best things that you have ever experienced in your life.

“I want to be a wizard!” Jacob exclaimed and you giggled at his statement. You understood him because if you were born a muggle, you were sure that you would have wished to be a wizard too.

“Do you see why it is the best Wizarding school ever?” Newt energetically asked to his new friends, proudly grabbing your hand and tightly holding it. “Because it was the place where I found the most genuine and important person in my life, also known as my best friend.”

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