#felicity cloake

[catsandpizzasapproach]

#baklava #felicity cloake

[petermorwood]

Food on St Patrick's Day (in the USA)...

...is usually Corned Beef & Cabbage, which is the Irish-American version of the original Irish boiled bacon & cabbage, but while the celebratory Irishness is still going strong, try something a bit more authentic.

A nice warm coddle. Not cuddle, coddle, though just as comforting in its own way. (Some sources suggest it's a hangover cure, not that such a thing would ever be necessary at this time of year, oh dear me no.)

Coddle is a stew using potatoes, onions, bacon, sausages, stout-if-desired / stock-if-not, pepper, sage, thyme and Time.

You'll often see it called "Dublin Coddle", but my Mum made Lisburn Coddle lots of times, I've made West Wicklow Coddle more than once, and on one occasion in a Belgian holiday apartment I made Brugsekoddel, which is an OK spelling for something that doesn't exist in any cookbook.

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I do remember one amendment I made to Mum's recipe, which met with slight resistance at the time and great appreciation thereafter.

Her coddle was originally cooked on the stove-top, not in the oven, and nothing was pre-cooked. Potatoes were quartered, onions were sliced, bacon was cut into chunks and then everything went into the big iron casserole, then onto the slow back ring, and there it simmered Until Done.

However, the bacon was thick-cut back rashers, and the sausages were pork chipolatas.

Raw, they looked like this:

...and the bacon looked like this:

Cooked in the way Mum initially did, they looked pretty much the same afterwards. The sausages didn't change colour. Nor did the bacon.

While everything tasted fine, the meat parts always looked - to me, anyway - somewhat ... less than appealing. "Surgical appliance pink" is the kindest way to put it, and that's all I'm saying. This is apparently "white coddle" and Dubs can get quite defensive about This Is The Way It SHOULD Look.

I'm not a Dub, so I persuaded Mum to fry both the bacon and sausages first, just enough to get a bit of brown on, and wow! Improvement! I remember my Dad nodding in approval but - because he was Wise - not saying anything aloud until Mum gave it the green light as well.

Doing the coddle in the oven, first with lid on then with lid off, came later and met with equal approval. So did using only half of the onion raw and frying the other half lightly golden in the bacon fat.

Nobody quoted from a movie that wouldn't be made for another decade, but there was a definite feeling of...

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There are coddle recipes all over the Net: I've made sure that these are from Ireland to avoid the corned-beef-not-boiled-bacon "adjustment" versions which are definitely out there. I've already seen one with Bratwurst. Just wait, it'll be chorizo next.

Oh, hell's teeth, I was right. And from RTE...

Returning to relative normality, here's Donal Skehan's white coddle and his browned coddle with barley (I'm going to try that one).

Here's Dairina Allen's Frenchified with US measurements version. (I feel considerably less heretical now.)

And finally (OK, not Irish, but it references a couple of the previous ones and is a VERY comprehensive write-up, so gets a pass) Felicity Cloake's Perfect Dublin Coddle (perfect according to who, exactly...?) in The Guardian.

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Returning to the beginning, and how boiled bacon became corned beef (a question which prompted @dduane to start an entire website...!)

The traditional Irish meat animal for those who could afford it was the pig, but when Irish immigrants (even before the Great Famine) arrived in the USA, they often lived in the same urban districts as Jewish immigrants from Eastern Europe.

For fairly obvious reasons pork, bacon and other piggy products were unavailable in those districts, but salt beef was right there and far cheaper than any meat Irish immigrants had ever seen before.

Insist on tradition or eat what was easy to find? There'd have been contest - and do I sometimes wonder a bit if sauerkraut ever came close to replacing cabbage for the same reason.

The pre-Famine Irish palate liked sour tastes: a German (?) visitor to Ireland in the mid-1600s wrote about about what were called "the best-favoured peasantry in Europe", and mentioned that they had "seventy-several sour milks and creams*, and the sourer they be, the better they like them."

* Yogurt? Kefir? Skyr? Gosh...

Corned beef and Kraut as the immigrants' celebratory "Irish" meal for St Patrick's Day? Maybe, maybe not.

Time for "Immigrant Song" (with kittens).

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Corned beef got its name from the size of the salt grains with which the beef was prepared. They were usually bigger than kosher salt, like pinhead oats or even as large as grains of wheat, and their name derived originally from "corned (gun)powder", the large coarse grains used in cannon.

BTW, "corn" has been a generic English term for "grain" for centuries, and "but Europe didn't have corn" is an American mistake assuming the word refers to sweetcorn / maize, which it doesn't.

Lindsey Davis, author of the "Falco" series, had a couple of rants about it and other US-requested "corrections". As she points out, mistakes need corrected but "corn" is not a mistake, just a difference in vocabulary.

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In Ancient and Medieval Ireland pig would have included wild boar, the hunting of which was a suitable pastime for warriors and heroes, because Mr Boar took a very dim view of the whole proceeding and wasn't shy about showing it (see "wild boar" in my tags and learn more).

Cattle were for milk, butter, cream and little cattle; also wealth, status, and heroic displays in their theft, defence or recovery. It's no accident that THE great Irish epic is "The Cattle-Raid of Cooley" / Táin Bó Cúailnge (tawn / toyn boh cool-nyah).

Killing a cow for meat was ostentation on a level of lighting cigars with 100-, or even 500-, currency-unit notes. Once it had been cooked and eaten there'd be no more milk, butter, cream or little cattle from that source, so eating beef was showing off And Then Some.

Also, loaning a prize bull to run with someone else's heifers was a sign of great friendship or alliance, while refusing it might be an excuse for enmity or even war. IMO that's what Maeve of Connaught intended all along, picking undiplomatic envoys who would get drunk and shoot their mouths off so the loan was refused and she, insulted, would have an excuse to...

But I digress, as usual. Or again. Or still... :->

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For the most part, "pig" mean "domestic porker", and in later periods right up to the Famine, these animals were seldom eaten.

Instead, known as "the gentleman who pays the rent", the family pig ate kitchen scraps and rooted about for other foods, none of which the tenant had to grow or buy for them. These fattened pigs would go to market twice a year, and the money from their sale would literally pay that half-year's rent.

For wealthier (less poor?) farmers, pigs had another advantage. Calves arrived singly, lambs might be a pair, but piglets popped out by the dozen. A sow with (some of) her farrow was even commemorated on the old ha'penny coin...

What with bulls, chickens, hares, horses, hounds, pigs, salmon and stags, the pre-decimal Irish coinage is a good inspiration for some sort of fantasy currency.

But that's another post, for another day.

#food and drink #St Patrick's Day #Irish cuisine #Dublin coddle #corned beef or boiled bacon #pigs and cattle in Ireland #The Cattle Raid of Cooley #Youtube

[omgthatdress]

When I first explored the Met’s costume collection, I nearly squealed out loud when I saw this:

I certainly hope that pairing that cloak with the dress most closely resembling Felicity’s rose garden dress was intentional. That was the moment I knew that I loved fashion history and that I wanted to spend my time studying it.

While Elizabeth’s cloak isn’t nearly as delightful, it’s again no complaints accurate, BUT there is one thing I really wish they’d done. It needs fur. Not that it’s inaccurate without fur, but the fur industry was SUCH a tremendous and important part of early American history and manifest destiny that I feel like an opportunity has been lost to teach kids about it.

It kind of makes sense that Felicity might not have fine furs. A middle-class girl likely would have had furs that her father had hunted himself (or just bought straight up bought some cheaper furs), but given that Mr. Merriman was busy with his general store, it’s fitting that Felicity have a plain embroidered muff. Muffs and mitts were a popular way for ladies to show off their embroidery skills.

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

(Rijksmuseum)

I love the fact that they included pattens! Again because of Felicity I knew what pattens were when I started learning fashion history!

(Kerry Taylor Auctions)

While it was more of a thing that came into style in the 1780s and 1790s, the other reason I wish Elizabeth had a fur muff was because comedically over-sized muffs are one of my all-time favorite ridiculous fashion trends.

Even men wore over-sized muffs!

It was a moment.

#1700s #Felicity #American Girl

[futuristicsaladparadise]

November Rain, by Ellen P. Allerton

November rain! November rain! Fitfully beating the window pane: Creeping in pools across the street; Clinging in slush to dainty feet; Shrouding in black the sun at noon; Wrapping a pall about the moon.

Out in the darkness, sobbing, sighing, Yonder, where the dead are lying, Over mounds with headstones gray, And new ones made but yesterday— Weeps the rain above the mould, Weeps the night-rain, sad and cold.

The low wind wails—a voice of pain. Fit to chime with the weeping rain. Dirge-like, solemn, it sinks and swells, Till I start and listen for tolling bells, And let them toll—the summer fled, Wild winds and rain bewail the dead.

And yet not dead. A prophesy Over wintry wastes comes down to me, Strong, exultant, floating down Over frozen fields and forests brown, Clear and sweet it peals and swells, Like New Year chimes from midnight bells.

It tells of a heart with life aglow, Throbbing under the shrouding snow, Beating, beating with pulses warm, While roars above it the gusty storm. Asleep—not dead—your grief is vain, Wild, wailing winds, November rain.

(It was raining and windy, and I couldn't get Felicity to stop falling, so this was the best picture I could get. Thank goodness for a real wool cloak!)

#american girl #my dolls #agig #felicity merriman

[sea-owl]

So continuation on my hunter x witch polin au. I just kinda wanted to world build a bit.

"Colin!"

Colin jumped at the sound of his name. He had only just stepped through the door after leaving the witch's home, and three of his siblings were waiting for him.

Anthony and Benedict were still in their gentleman's clothing. Daphne, who was also with them, had yet to change out of her hunting dress with the removable skirt.

"Are you alright Colin?"

Colin nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I just had to rest for a bit after tha fight with the gorgon."

Colin knows he should have told his family, or at least Anthony, about their new neighbors. He knows he should have, but damn it, he was curious.

Magical creatures don't just blend themselves around humans like this, especially humans of high society. Not since before the dark ages when the last of the ancient kingdoms fell. A time when humans were not only fighting wars amongst them but with magical creatures too. After that, magical creatures mainly kept to themselves in isolated areas. From Colin's experience, witches prefer the natural world and would be more likely found on the edges of coasts or hidden by the trees of forests. They don't end up in Mayfair!

Colin was also curious about that mind witch. He's almost positive she has put some sort of spell on him because why won't he stop thinking about her? And why would she heal him? Yeah, witches typically aren't on the hunters' radars, but that more has to do with them keeping to themselves, not that they like one another. If it was any other witch she probably would have left in the street for fate to decide what happened to him. That baby witch with that shotgun seemed to agree with that sentiment.

"You know you don't look like you've been in a fight with a gorgon," Daphne will tell him later as she looks him over for injuries. "Which is peculiar since I know that that gorgon managed to cut you with her claws right here." Daphne pinched Colin's side which had no signs of being injured at all.

Colin had to admit that mind witch did good work.

"Daph!" Colin exclaimed when Daphne pinched him again.

Daphne sat across from Colin. "Colin, what really happened after we were seprated?"

Colin paused. He knows he should tell at least one of his siblings about their new neighbors but he found he wanted to keep the witches across the square his secret for the moment. Or at least until he can satisfy his curiosity.

Damn what spell did that mind witch put on him?

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"Felicity, do you need anything while I'm out?" Penelope asked as she adjusted her cloak and hood.

"Where are you going?" Felicity asked. The young witch was practicing her potions work. Particularly measuring out her ingredients.

"Mama asked me to get a few ingredients today. I'll be in Cambridge for a little bit."

Felicity let out an excited noise. "A papaya! If you're going to Cambridge, can you see if Phillip has a papaya!"

A papaya? Penelope turned to look back at her sister. No one in their coven here in England or in Ireland has never used a papaya in their potions or spellwork before.

Maybe Felicity was trying something new? She did make friends with that witch from the Americas recently.

Penelope found herself nodding. "I can see if Phillip has a papaya."

Felicity grinned brightly. Excitement in her eyes. "Thank you!"

Penelope adjusted her hood and walked into the library. Pulling out an atlas, she turned the pages until she found one of England. From there, she pulls out a moonstone and malachite compass and sets it over Cambridge. Leaking her magic into the compass the witch pictures the university town. Whispering in a language forgotten by mortals, she whispered, "Allow me to voyage on the beams of light."

A tug on her magic and Penelope has found herself in Cambridge.

"Now where is my favorite vampire," Penelope said as she tuned into the thoughts around her.

We shall celebrate with drinks tonight!

Mr. Hawthorne would be a good candidate to approach . . .but how to get his attention? All her cares about are drink and women

If I crossbreed plant A and plant C then should produce a bigger crop and a sweeter fruit.

"There he is," Penelope said as she made her way into one of the University's churches. Walking inside she let her hood drop.

But combining plant B and plant D could make the fruit ripe faster if crossbred.

Penelope glanced to her left. Sitting if the rear pew was a brown haired vampire. She took a seat next to him.

A vampire and a witch walk into a church. Penelope giggled in thought, sending the message from her mind to Phillip's. Penelope giggled.

And the hunters lost their minds. Phillip replied in his mind.

Penelope giggled again.

Phillip looked over at Penelope. Another pickup Penny?

Penelope nodded. With the season starting soon, Mama wanted to stockpile on roses for beauty potions.

Phillip nodded. Getting up, Penelope readjusted her hood over her head. Phillip made sure the brim of his top hat was low enough so the shadow would protect his sensitive eyes along with his tinted spectacles.

The two made their way to Phillip's rented home, which also doubled as his greenhouse thanks to spells he traded with the Featherington coven.

Every available surface was covered in some sort of plant. Phillip organized each room by the conditions each plant needed to survive.

Penelope took a deep breath as they entered. It always smells so lovely in here. One would never guess a vampire owned all this.

Phillip rolled his eyes. "I'm not exactly a normal vampire."

"No, you're not Pip," Penelope agreed smiling at her friend. "At least not like the ones they tell in stories around here. Who would have thought if you traveled further south, you would find vampires similar to fruit bats. And that they can produce offspring with blood sucking vampires."

"No one from around here would," Phillip said as he popped a raspberry into his mouth to suck on. "So what are we getting today?"

Penelope pulled out a list. "Mama requested a dozen red roses, a dozen white roses, raspberries, strawberries, and Felicity wants a papaya if you have one."

Phillip paused his gathering of the order. "A papaya?"

Penelope nodded. "That's what she requested."

"For spellwork or potions?" Phillip asked.

"I'm not sure," Penelope said. "Felicity made a new friend in the Americas recently and they've been writing to one another. I don't know if she wants to use it as an ingredient though or if she wants to eat it."

Phillip shrugged his shoulders and the two made their way into the tropical room. A flash of humidity hit Penelope when the door opened. The fruit Phillip picked up reminded Penelope of a squash in shape, the color green with a some yellow. Phillip then picked up two other fruits. One of them was rounder, the coloring being red and green. The other was a very dark green

"Here's the papaya," Phillip said handing Penelope the squash shaped fruit. "Both the seeds and the meat inside the fruit are edible. And if Felicity is interested in more tropical ingredients mangos and avacods are also popular ingredients. Don't eat the seeds for these those."

"Thank you Pip," Penelope said, placing all the new ingredients in her bag. "Do any of the spells need to be updated while I'm here?"

"The cold snap room could use a little bit of attention."

Penelope nodded. "Of course."

The cold snap room was a special area of the greenhouse that was mainly used as rest area for plants that go dormant during the winter months. Or if a plant benefits having some time in a colder environment. Stepping into the room Penelope could tell what Phillip meant. The temperature was a little warmer than what it should be. She'll have to adjust it.

They both took a seat at a nearby table Phillip took notes at. Penelope worked her magic on the spell around her.

"How is your new home? You recently moved to London correct?" Phillip asked.

"It is a new experience," Penelope answered. Her thoughts wandered back to the hunter. There was something about him that reminded her of the fay she grew up with. Hidden meanings in his words, like a puzzle or a secret to learn. Penelope always did like learning what those hidden meanings were. "I actually met an interesting neighbor the other day. He was a hunter."

Phillip looked up, concern washing over his pale features. "A hunter."

"He lives across the square from us actually," Penelope continued.

Phillip shook his head. "Your mama is gonna have a fit."

"Oh most defiantly," Penelope agreed. "Felicity actually almost shot him with sunshine."

Phillip couldn't help the laugh that came out.

#bridgerton #hunter x witch #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #slight polin #besties phillip and penelope #phillip crane #hunter colin #witch penelope #vampire phillip

[desertdollranch]

“Upon my word!”said a voice. The girls looked up and saw Felicity’s grandfather standing at the garden fence.  “It is Felicity in her red cloak and Elizabeth in her blue cloak. I thought you two young ladies were a cardinal and a bluebird perched on a garden bench. What a pleasant sight to see!”

“Grandfather!” called Felicity. She and Elizabeth gathered up their dolls and hurried over to him.

Grandfather nodded at the dolls. “Will you ladies do me the honor of introducing me to your friends?”

 The girls looked at each other and giggled. “Oh, Grandfather,” said Felicity. “You remember my doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise.” “My doll’s name is Charlotte,” said Elizabeth.

Felicity’s Grandfather was right about these two little birds being a lovely sight to see. Look at how they brighten up a dreary winter day! 

Elizabeth is wearing her newest outfit made by me, which is based on an illustration in Changes for Felicity. Her sky-blue dress is very simple and comfortable, like everything else she wears in Felicity’s series. We really don’t see her in fancier clothes until the release of Felicity’s movie and Elizabeth’s only story book. So I like being able to give her a few less fussy, easy-to-make dresses. Her blue cloak is made from a pillowcase, and I made Felicity’s red cloak from a sweater vest. For both cloaks I used the Ivy Cape pattern by Melody Valerie Couture.

I also made Elizabeth’s doll, Charlotte. I formed the body out of clay and her dress is made from fabric scraps. I even made her a little wig. The design of her doll is based on the Charlotte doll from Elizabeth’s retired collection. That doll is based on a vignette illustration on the first page of Changes for Felicity, which strangely differs from the dress Charlotte wears in the full-page illustration of Elizabeth holding the two dolls. The vignette shows her in gold and red with a hairbow, while the full size has her dressed in blue and gold with a mob cap. 

Felicity’s doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise (did anyone else burn that name into their child brain and can now rattle it off effortlessly?) is the original from her collection. I’ve wanted this little doll ever since I first got Felicity, but I only recently actually bought her! I was overjoyed to find her for an affordable price, and I had some gift cards to use so I ended up paying only a few dollars for her. She’s adorable. There’s no way I could have made something as cute as this. And I’ve tried twice! She was definitely worth waiting patiently to find the right one.

Elizabeth herself is a customized Joss Kendrick doll with a Truly Me #69 wig. I wanted an Elizabeth doll that looked more like the brown-haired brown-eyed character I grew up seeing. Because of that I always had a hard time accepting a blonde-haired and blue-eyed Elizabeth Cole. I’m still so happy I could give Felicity her best friend!

#felicity merriman #elizabeth cole #changes for felicity #handmade doll clothes

[zponds]

(Credit goes to JWBtheUncanny on Deviantart)

PreCure Allstars Multi World Garrison Mantles 11

Allow me to bring in Mahou Tsukai PreCure in what they would wear while on Duty are Elite members of the Multi-World Garrison in the 2nd Generation PreCure Pantheon as Requested by my good friend MLPFan053

If you notices on Go Princess PreCure's first pic, You noticed the Cloaks colour is a bit different form the others, It's the same here and Felice's cloak, It's a different shade of Colour, And I added some touches on the Bottom of the Capes here, This is because I kinda Took inspiration from this Image vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pr… from Dokkin♢Mahou Tsukai Pretty Cure! Part2

#precure #pretty cure #mahou tsukai precure #witchy precure #mirai asahina #cure miracle #izayoi riko #riko izayoi #cure magical #ha chan #kotoha hanami #cure felice #precure all stars #precure fanart #drawing

[idledoll]

I only have four doll costumes and there's five Saturdays this October, so I had to think of a fifth costume I could cobble together from things I already had. Felicity's cloak made Little Red Riding Hood an obvious choice!

So off Jessamy and I went into the woods for a proper Little Red Riding Hood photo shoot. We've gotten a huge amount of rain lately and my own boots were sinking an inch deep in mud, so I was putting Jessamy's twenty year old doll boots nowhere near the ground. Luckily, there was plenty of moss and tree roots for her to stand on instead!

#idledoll's dolls #Jessamy #JLY 58 #modern american girl doll #AG doll #American Girl #doll photography #dollblr #agblr #Halloween

[stealsbreeches]

American Girl Moodboard • Winters Yet to Come

"Upon my word!" said a voice. The girls looked up and saw Felicity's grandfather standing at the garden fence. "It is Felicity in her red cloak and Elizabeth in her blue cloak. I thought you two young ladies were a cardinal and a bluebird perched on that garden bench." - Changes for Felicity

#moodboard #american girl #felicity merriman #book excerpt #elizabeth cole #aesthetics

[arianatwycross]

You’ve got me stuck on the thought of you

A quick one this month for @jilychallenge

“You got me stuck on the thought of you” Sunroof by Nicky Youre and dazy.

location: hogwarts kitchens

partner:  @moony-to-ur-pads

“Lily?”

Her name. Her first name, at that. No one else could speak her name and illicit such a reaction from her – goosebumps rise on the backs of her arms, her heart shudders in her chest. Why is he here?

She turns on the spot, spoon in hand.

“James?”

Its not the first time she’s greeted him with his first name, but he acts like it is, he smiles wide enough that his eyes crinkle behind his glasses, his cheeks pink.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen fully. She notices him tuck a cloak of some sort under his arm, his hair is a little more dishevelled than usual – the picture of mischief.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing? Party not rowdy enough for you? Or did you come searching for more butterbeer?” She jokes, raising an eyebrow. She swivels back to the stove top, twirls her spoon in the chocolate, the sweetness wafts around the large kitchen – a testament to her dad’s famous hot chocolate recipe.

“I – I uh, didn’t come, I mean – I needed to get out of there.” He stutters, unusual for him but Lily ignores the temptation to prod him about it and instead continues to stir the chocolate.

“What are you making?” he asks. She can hear him move closer to her; her spine straightens – too aware of his body being so near hers.

“Hot chocolate – my dad’s recipe.”

“Is that why you’re not using magic?” He points to her stirring, now standing to her left, watching her stir the rich chocolate around the pot.

“I like the process without magic…” Lily admits.

They stand in silence, but it’s not stilted – anymore. The two of them are different – there’s no head butting between them anymore, the harsh tension from the last few years lifted – a new tension replacing it.

“Lily...” James almost warns.

She stops her stirring, watching the chocolate swirl gently to a stop, breathes the chocolatey aroma in and then breaths out steadily to face James properly.

“I was looking for you.” He admits softly, his tone gentle and quiet – reserved but prodding, a contradictory to his usual cadence.

“James, please.” She begs him, looking at him in the eyes finally, catching the glimmer of sympathy behind his specs. She has to look up to meet his gaze, his tall frame so close, he towers over her.

He peels her hand off the spoon, knots his fingers between hers.

“Don’t.” She whispers, but she doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t tear herself away. He’s too close, and he smells too familiar – it’s a comfort on a bad day.

“Why did you run away?” He asks, his fingers gently squeezing hers.

She can’t look away now. He’s always trapping her like this, has recently been able to catch her attention and not let her go. She almost hates him for it.

“James, please.” She whispers.

He lets go of her hand and she feels the absence of his warmth like a stab to the heart. She prepares for him to finally, finally let her go but instead he steps closer, brings his palm to her cheek.

“Lily, you have to realise by now.”

She scrunches up her nose, “What?”

“It’s only you.”

She gulps down his words, mouth dry and eyes wide.

“But- “

“You ran away too fast to ever watch me react. I almost shoved her off my lap chasing after you. I didn’t want to push her, I asked her to get it off me. I told- “he takes a deep breath, “I told her, I had someone else on my mind. After this summer…”

She blinks.

“You should have shoved her off you,” she frowns, picturing the way Felicity draped herself across James’s lap in the common room just minutes before she fled. The girls’ eyes alight with humour, James polite and his hand on her arm, as if to cradle her closer. Maybe she saw wrong? Maybe he was asking her to move? Maybe the past summer did mean something to him as well?

“You – you didn’t want her on your lap?”

James moves his palm slightly, hand now on her chin, thumb brushing the corner of her lip, “No. Not her.”

“No?”

“Of course not, Lils. You’ve got me stuck on the thought of you. Only you.”

The words taste sweet, and suddenly she wants to the taste of him on her lips in replacement. Hot chocolate forgotten; she begs him with her eyes to kiss her.

“I wanna give myself to you.” He says just before his lips find hers.

“Ok”, so replies, her smile taking over the kiss, lips pressed against his, laughter following, both of them remembering the past summer – being in love.

#jily #jily challenge #prompt #microfic #september jilychallenge #back to school #a summer romance only? #insecure lily

[catsandpizzasapproach]

#felicity cloake #spanakopita

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Harry Potter x Reader Series

Chapter 1: The Letter Arrives

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) anxiously awaits her Hogwarts letter

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,486

Story Starts Below Cut

Chapter 2

Harry Potter Masterlist

Main Masterlist

The weather was rather gloomy that day in July. Harsh rain showers splattered the panes of the glass windows, while strong gusts of wind swept through the grounds. (Y/N) was awoken rather early this morning, and was greeted with a pale grey sky full of dark, stormy clouds rather than the clear blue that she had become accustomed to over the summer holidays.

Summer had truly arrived, she supposed, when you woke up to brutal summer storms. But that was no matter. For (Y/N), she didn’t look forward to this summer because of the expectation of delicate weather. Instead, she was waiting for a special piece of post to arrive.

Already being awoken by the storm, (Y/N) decided to get a headstart on her morning routine, which, these days, mostly consisted of waiting by the windows in the drawing room, looking for any sign of an owl carrying her letter from Hogwarts.

Like her mother, (Y/N) had started showing signs of being a magical prodigy at a young age. By the age of three, she had begun to magically splash her victims with water any time they annoyed her, her father being a constant victim of this, and by the age of 6, she had been able to turn the family cat, Charlie, different colors as she pleased, much to the displeasure of the cat.

Ever since her 11th birthday came and passed, (Y/N) had waited expectantly for her Hogwarts letter to arrive. As (Y/N) continued to wait, rather impatiently, by the window, she heard the unmistakable rumble of her father’s footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

Anthony Barnet was a rather tall man with a commanding presence. As the last living descendant of one of the oldest pureblood wizarding families, he had inherited an immense amount of wealth that clearly showed in not only his clothing but the way that he carried himself. However, Mr. Barnet was, by no means, a spiteful and arrogant man.

Following in her father’s footsteps, (Y/N) discovered that her mother had woken early as well, and was already in the kitchen finishing breakfast. Felicity Barnet was quite short compared to her husband, but still carried the same commanding presence. Although she was quite kind, anyone who knew her well knew she could have a nasty temper, which, perhaps unfortunately, was passed onto her daughter.

Mrs. Barnet handed a large plate of breakfast to her husband, who swiftly kissed her cheek in thanks before taking his seat at the head of the table. (Y/N) and her mother sat down shortly after on either side of him.

“I’d best head into work then,” said Mr. Barnet, standing swiftly from his seat at the table, “We’ve got a big case on our hands, and, I hate to say it, but the teams useless without me.”

“What time will you be back?” asked Mrs. Barnet, “We’re meant to have dinner with the Weasleys tonight. Remember?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back by then, and we can head over to the Burrow together.”

With that, he quickly grabbed his cloak, kissed his wife and daughter goodbye, and apparated out of the house.

Shortly after, (Y/N)’s mother looked towards the large grandfather clock in the dining room to check the time.

“I suppose I’d better get ready to head out as well,” said Mrs. Barnet before looking at her daughter, “Will you be fine on your own, love? Or do you want me to send you over to the Weasleys early? I’m sure Molly wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be fine here on my own Mum,” (Y/N) replied quickly, “Besides, I don’t want to miss my Hogwarts letter. It’s coming today. I can feel it.”

Mrs. Barnet planted a kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead.

“Your father and I will be back shortly before dinner. Maybe Ron will have gotten his letter by tonight as well. You can ask him at dinner.”

After exchanging a quick goodbye, Mrs. Barnet also apparated out of the house, leaving (Y/N) in the dining room alone. After sitting in her own company for a while, (Y/N) decided to busy herself with cleaning the kitchen while waiting for her letter to arrive.

After a few hours slowly crept by, (Y/N) began to feel a sting of loneliness clawing at her chest. Perhaps she should have let her mother drop her off with the Weasleys that morning. At least then she would have had 5 god siblings to keep her company, rather than resorting to mindless household chores to pass the time.

(Y/N) was always jealous of the Weasleys, in a way. Although she loved her parents dearly, she often wished for a large family, like the Weasleys, with several siblings, and a mother who stayed home to care for them.

Although she often wished her parents were able to stay home with her more often, (Y/N) understood the importance of their jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Her father was an auror, a dark wizard catcher, and spent many nights working overtime late into the night before returning to work early the next morning. Her mother, on the other hand, worked for the Department of Magical Transportation as part of the Floo Network Authority. (Y/N) appreciated their hard work to maintain order in the wizarding world, but she sometimes wished that they didn’t have to spend so much time away from her.

Heaving a great sigh, (Y/N) returned to the large grandfather clock in the dining room to check how much time had passed. She swore to herself after discovering that it had only been three measly hours. She was entirely ready to start banging her head against the wall to make the time pass faster when she heard an urgent rapping on the window.

(Y/N) practically ran to the window to free the owl from the stormy weather outside. The owl chirped in a rather annoyed manner, likely from having to make a delivery in such harsh weather, before sticking out its leg, allowing (Y/N) to quickly untie the letter.

After (Y/N) took the letter, the owl shook its feathers, rather haughtily, before taking off into the stormy summer sky. After watching the owl fly off into the distance, (Y/N) quickly pulled the letter out of the envelope and began to read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Barnet,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

As her eyes scanned the last few words on the bottom of the parchment, (Y/N) was a ball of excitement and nerves.

She had always known the day would come when she received her letter offering her a place at Hogwarts. But now, it was real, and the thought almost terrified her. Apart from the Weasleys she had never been around any witches or wizards her age. But now, come the first of September, she was to live in a castle full of them. She could only hope that she and Ron would remain friends throughout their years at Hogwarts.

Several hours later, (Y/N) heard a familiar cracking noise coming from the kitchen, meaning her parents had returned home from work.

She quickly ran to the kitchen, letter in hand. When she arrived, her mother was reading a letter by the window, presumably from the Weasleys, as their owl, Errol was perched on the windowsill. Her father was reading the letter over her mother’s shoulder but looked up with wide eyes when (Y/N) entered the room.

“Your letter,” he said, taking it to examine it himself, “How long ago did it arrive?”

“Early this afternoon,” said (Y/N) “Did Ron get his too? Mrs. Weasley sent over Errol?”

“Yes. Ron’s letter came this afternoon as well. Poor thing,” said Mrs. Barnet, looking at Errol, “We should take the poor owl with us to the Burrow. I’m not sure he could survive another trip in this weather.”

“Right you are dearest,” said Mr. Barnet as he approached his wife, “Floo powder, I presume?”

“Naturally,” she replied, as the family approached the fireplace in the next room.

“You first, love,” said Mr. Barnet as (Y/N) stepped into the fireplace.

(Y/N) had always hated traveling by the floo network. Although convenient, she could never get over the unpleasant squeezing sensation.

(Y/N) grabbed a fistful of floo powder from the pot in her father’s outstretched hand before loudly, and clearly announcing her destination.

“The Burrow!”

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I'm putting the excerpts down below the cut that way it's obvious which places it is but yeah!! vote!! >:3c

Chapter 1

“But what if you can’t? Then what are we going to do if you mess it up?” Beau snapped, stomping her foot in frustration.

“I’m not going to mess it up.” Gianna snapped back, slamming her hands on the keyboard in frustration as she shoots an angry glare at her sibling.

“Then why did it even mess up in the first place? You must’ve done something wrong about charting our course back!”

“At least I’m the one who actually tries learning how to pilot this ship!” Gianna growled angrily.

“GUYS!” Timmy shouted, making both of their attentions snap over to their cousin.

He was pointing at the screen, which now displayed a new message.

INPUT ACCEPTED. EJECTION SEQUENCE STARTED.

Chapter 1…2!

DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD CHANGE MY NARRATIVE WITHOUT ME KNOWING?

…

To be honest?

No.

But, that doesn’t matter.

I’m not going to let you ruin things again.

Chapter 2

And anything that Gianna had been thinking was thrown out of her head upon looking at the girl. She had beautiful blonde hair that looked like waves of honey, golden eyes that glittered like gold, and a dazzling smile. She wore a red cloak that was fastened with a golden coin, a salmon shirt, red brown pants, teal boots, and purple gloves.

Chapter 2…2!

However, her attention was briefly grabbed by this feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head.

But, when she turned around, there was nobody there other than the residents on the island milling about, doing their normal schedules.

Shaking her head and deciding that it was just some sort of paranoia, Gianna jogged to catch up with her cousin and Ally, though she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her.

Chapter 3

“What are you doing here?” the masculine voice from before growled from behind the three of them.

Beau turned around slowly and nearly dropped RUMBi as she was face to face with a very familiar face.

Someone who she had never seen in the flesh herself, and only had heard stories about.

Someone who shared her cousin’s black hair with a widow peak and ice blue eyes.

That person being Alphonse Capone, Timmy’s other biological father and her Uncle Tim’s ex-fiancé.

And, from the look on his face, he was pissed at her.

Chapter 4

“Why don’t you come with us? Because, if we’re going to plan on something against them, we need somewhere safe and secure and why not relax a little before we do that?” Gianna suggested cheerfully.

Ally hesitated, before nodding as she took stars hand.

“Sure, why not?”

She tried to ignore the look that Timmy gave her, because if looks could kill, she would be dead tenfold.

Chapter 5

“It’ is wonderful hearing you listen to reason. But first…” The being drawled, shining brighter.

In the blink of an eye, the being was right in front of Felicity, grabbing soft by the throat and lifting her into the air, causing soft to scrabble against the tight grip.

“We need to make sure this one doesn’t talk.” Break said with a hiss to breaks words.

There was a sudden jolt of electricity through softs body before soft’s passed out, the last thing that soft saw being Alphonse’s horrified face.

Chapter 6

“I don’t know, okay! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!” Gianna bit back, stamping her foot.

“Because you’re acting as if some random girl you met is more important than your own family!”

The words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them, making Gianna gasp. Stars surprise quickly turned into rage as she huffed and sat down abruptly. And that was the final straw as Timmy grabbed his jacket and made sure the teleporter badge was secured onto the zipper. He glared over at Gianna, who looked surprised.

Chapter 6…2!

“He is?” the goon, Emil, asked, brows furrowing in confusion as blue glanced from one to the other.

“He is. I was just showing him around but he ended up going ahead of me to see the HQ. Isn’t that right?” the girl replied calmly, putting an arm around Timmy’s shoulders and looking down at him casually.

“Yeah! That’s why I was wanting to head inside! Because I assumed I would be allowed in, my bad.” Timmy laughed off, internally freaking out about how easy this was.

Chapter 6…3!

However, before Beau could clarify, there was the loud sound of doors slamming open, causing the entire lobby to go silent, including even RUMBI and J4N1-T0R. Timmy turned around and saw that, standing in the doorway opposite of where he had come in, was none other than his biological father.

And he did not look happy.

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Anyone wanna read a strange story that won't make much sense?

@garlicbreadcat2006 gotta give credit where credit is due. Thanks to my awesome cousin. Some of these characters are theirs and they took all the messages I wrote this in and put it in a google doc. Now buckle up because this is gonna get weird.

Apologies in advance for any spelling mistakes.

It was a dark night. Nothing to be seen for miles in the empty wasteland surrounding the realm. There he was. Crouched on the city wall, surrounded in fog and gloom. Gavin. The Shipper Guy. Every night he could be seen, there on the wall, waiting for his sworn enemy to appear from the darkness to challenge his power.

Felicity was her name. She was so dark that even darkness feared her. But Gavin was not afraid. He had faced her many a time before. And each time she had retreated like the darkness at sunrise. And Gavin was the sun.

Gavin peered into the dark shadows before him. And saw her. The accursed one. She had created false ships and turned them into things. She acted as if she were everyone's friend. But in truth she was the darkest unclean evil ever to walk the earth. 

She tricked her aforesaid "friends" into doing her bidding. She laced her treats and delectables with poison that allowed her to control their minds.

Thankfully her accomplices had not accompanied her this night. That would have meant near doom for everyone in the realm. 

Rosie and Melody. Beautiful names. But their hearts were the purest evil. Both had the power of love. But they used it for evil purposes. Gavin himself had experienced Melody's control over the mind. It had been a horrible mind wrenching experience that he did not want to ever repeat again.

"Come closer if you dare to challenge me again," said Gavin, his cloak billowing around him in the wind. 

"You know that I am the best shipper in this land. You are just too weak to admit it," said Felicity, stepping closer to the wall which Gavin now stood upon. 

"Actually, I do not know that. I know that I am the best shipper. And that you hast failed in every ship you hast made," Gavin said leaping from the wall, drawing his sword as he fell towards the earth.

Felicity held a sword made of the water of the stream that flowed out of the city by the time Gavin landed on the ground. "I hereby challenge your right to the power which you now wield and as with this challenge like unto all that hast past before if I should defeat you in battle you should bestow the powers which I seek upon me," sayeth Felicity.

"And I declare that you speak too much in one single sentence," replied Gavin.

"Well you will not even be able to speak when I am done with you," said Felicity, advancing towards him. 

"You are the one who will be unable to utter a sound," retorted Gavin, raising his sword in preparation for her attack. 

Felicity made a move as if to attack him, drawing him to defend against her. But she dodged his attack.

Gavin just attacked again and again relentlessly. Felicity had great difficulty keeping up with his attacks. Then as their swords clashed, Gavin's sword unexpectedly sliced straight through her's. This left him off balance, and he tumbled to the ground, Felicity pinning him there with her sword at his throat. "This is the end." she said as the readers are left in suspense.

Gavin somehow maneuvered out of her grasp and did a back handspring to kick her in the face. "You are never going to be greater than me. I will always find a way to escape from your treacherous clutches." He said, and then jumped over the head of Felicity, landing behind her. 

Felicity spun around caught off guard by the suddenness of what he had just done. "You still haven't defeated me though. And you probably never will." She said as she ran back into the dark night.

Cal stood in the doorway of her favorite restaurant leaning against the door frame. Waiting for Gavin. He said he would come as soon as morning came. Cal just stood there in her jeans, tucked in t-shirt and jean jacket, chewing a piece of gum and blowing an occasional bubble. Then she saw a figure in the shadows. She thought it was Gavin for a split second. The two were roughly the same height. But as soon as he stepped into the light of the street lamp she realized he didn't have blond hair. And then  just as quickly she realized who it was. Tony.

"Well. I didn't think I would run into you here." Said Tony as he stepped closer to Cal. " I hoped that tonight would be uneventful. But I guess I hoped for too much." Said Cal, preparing herself to turn into a dragon.

"Well. Looks like your night just got eventful." Said Tony, turning invisible. "Darn it." Cal said under her breath. "Where is Gavin when I need him." She took her jacket off, threw it up on a lamp post, and turned into a dragon. "How is being a dragon going to help you find me?" Tony said, skepticism in his voice. Even though Cal couldn't see him she could hear the smirk in his voice. It disgusted her. He was nothing like Gavin. Even twins have their differences. "I know something about dragons that you don't. Well actually a lot of things. But one specific thing that matters right now." She said, following the sound of his voice. "And what is that exactly?" Tony asked. Cal replied "why do you think I'm going to tell you?" "Idk. It was worth a shot. " "Well then." Cal said. Then pounced on him. He landed on the ground with Cal the dragon sitting on him. He was obviously quite dazed. Cal turned back to her human form and picked him up by his shirt and tied him to a lamp post. The sun was coming up. Gavin should be there soon. "Where is he." Cal said quietly, returning to her place in the doorway.

Cal spotted another figure running across the rooftops. And again it was not Gavin. This figure was one that was.. Um.. Cat-like. And another figure less cat-like but still one who at least loves cats a lot. She kept seeing Parkersons today. The first one was Mooky. Who.. Is a cat. But right now he was in his human form. The other one was Sam "The Cat King" as he called himself. "Are the girls the only ones who try to act normal around here?" Cal wondered, shaking her head and smiling. They were awesome though. "Hey Cal!!" Sam yelled as he ran past. "Hey Cat King!!" Cal said, laughing. "Hey! I’m the one who's actually a cat!!" Yelled Mooky. "We know!" Cal yelled back.

"I hast arrived in your presence." Gavin said, stepping out of an alleyway, smiling. "Finally." Cal said walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss. They stood there smiling at each other for a moment then Gavin said "I see that my traitorous brother made an appearance this night." " Yes he did.  So I had to take care of him. " Cal said. Tony was still there, tied to the lamp post, out cold. "You want some breakfast?" Cal asked. "That would be quite enjoyable at the moment." Gavin replied. They walked into the restaurant together and sat down at a table. Gavin got a few strange looks. It wasn't everyday that you see a man with a cloak and sword just casually walk into a restaurant. But the sideways glances and suspicious looks had grown less since Cal brought him here quite often now. Cal ordered chocolate milk and pancakes with marshmallows on them. Her usual. Gavin could never decide what to get. He insisted on getting something different every time. Boys and their crazy antics. Cal smiled as she watched thoughts go through Gavin's mind of what he should get this time. Finally he decided on just a smoothie. But it was a banana strawberry smoothie with a mix of whipped and marshmallow cream on top. One of the many smoothie specialities of Zac. Drew brought out their order and put it on the table. "Hi people." He said. He didn't seem like he was having a very good day. He hated his job as a waiter. "Bad day?" Cal asked. "Yah. James won't quit talking." Drew replied. "I bet you I can get him to quit talking." Cal said, getting up and waking over to the kitchen door. "Good luck." Drew said. Cal pushed through the swinging kitchen doors. There was James. Washing dishes. Jabbering away. "James!" Cal yelled. James froze. "Quit talking or you won't be anything but a piece of toast." The rest of the kitchen staff snickered. Cal enjoyed annoying James. She walked out of the kitchen smiling and sat back down in her seat. "He shouldn't bother you too much anymore." She said, enjoying the look on Drew's face.

Cal looked around the room looking at all the different people. She knew quite a few of them, as she came here almost every day. But there was one she didn't quite recognize. He, or she, had its back turned to her, and was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. He was sitting by himself. And it looked like he had several cinnamon rolls on a plate in front of him. And then it hit her. And for some reason she started laughing. "What is it that is such a hilarious thing?" Gavin asked. "Guess who that is." Cal said pointing at the person. " I do not comprehend who it is. " Gavin said. Then Cal watched as it hit him too. And he too started laughing. "It's Romeo. But what is he even doing here?" Sam and Mooky walked into the building and immediately  headed straight for their table. "You guys talking about Romeo?" Sam asked. "We heard Cal laughing and figured it was cuz Romeo was here." Mooky explained. " but why is he here? " Cal asked again. "I think he had a break in the work stream and so he came to see Jamie. And maybe some other people. But mostly Jamie." Sam said, Cal nodding. Just then Drew came back out from the kitchen. "Finally convinced Luna Girl to let me off work for the night." Drew said, exhausted from working all night. "I bet 'finally' is an overstatement." Mooky said under his breath. Cal sighed. Still working on some hard feelings between the two. "Ro! Come over here!" Cal yelled. Romeo turned towards her slightly and she could see him inwardly groaning. He motioned for her to be quiet. " I'm under cover. " he mouthed. "Srsly just come over here." Cal said. Reluctantly he walked over to them.   Bringing his cinnamon rolls with him.

"What do you want?" Romeo asked. "Nothing." Cal said, smiling. "Just to say hi and see how you're doing." Said Drew. "Well I'm fine." Romeo said, obviously not really wanting to talk to people.

"Work on any interesting cases lately?" Cal asked, trying to get Romeo to talk. "I'm actually working on one right now." Romeo said, kinda grumpy.

"Anything you can tell me??" Cal asked. She knew he would probably say no. "actually it has to do with Felicity and Tony." Romeo said, surprising Cal that he actually answered. "Well you have quite a few people who know quite a bit about them." Cal replied.

"I know." Romeo said. "That's why I'm here." "Well then. What do you need to know?" Cal asked. "Well, I'm trying to figure out why exactly they became evil. Tell me what you know." Romeo said, looking around at his friends. "Tony wasn't always evil. He was just really quiet. But then he got creepy. He had always been somewhat creepy. But now he was super creepy. I think that's what started it." Sam said. "And Felicity?" Romeo asked. Then someone else walked up to them. She had long brown hair about to her knees, and she had a bow and arrows slung on her back. It was Raina. "No one knows why she became evil." She said. "Not even me." Raina shy around most people, unless they were her friends- or her enemies. She tracked down evil doers and brought them back to the Society. It was an ongoing job, because often people would escape from the Society prison, forcing Raina to track them down and capture them again. "Nothing?" Romeo asked. "There aren't any leads or anything?" "Nothing." Raina replied. "Why does this have to be so difficult?!?" Romeo complained.

"Why don't we talk about this more later at the Society meeting tonight." Cal said. "Okay. See you guys there!" Drew said, waving and walking out the door. "You should actually come to the meeting Romeo. You haven't been to one all year." Cal said, turning back to Romeo. "Okay okay. I'll come. But I'm gonna go see Jamie first." Romeo said, turning to leave. "Bye Romeo!!" Sam and Mooky said in unison, as Romeo walked out into the night. Raina walked over, kissed Mooky and left.

Later that night at the meeting: It was noisy. No. It was very very loud. Everyone was there. Herself (Cal), Gavin, Mooky, Sam, Drew, Luna Girl, Raina, Haylee, Zac, Skylar, Jessica, Fansir, Meeky, Romeo, Jamie, Gabe, Free, Selia, Arlana, all the kids: Leo, Jake, Sylvia, Sophie, CJ, Aron, Kiki, Jackson, and Cleo. And then Zane, and..... Where was James.

Just then a huge portal opened up above the table and out fell James, followed by a girl none of them recognized. And she had a hoverboard. "Who be thou?" Asked Gavin. " I'm your sister. I'm from the future. I know that doesn't mean that I will exist one day. But it's very likely. You know. I might as well just stay here cuz if I do then I'll exist for real. So yah. That's what I'm doing. " the girl said. Everyone looked at James for an explanation. "Don't ask me! She just appeared, grabbed me, and we ended up here!" James said, practically yelling, as always.

Cal stood up putting her hand on her knife just in case this girl was lying. "What is your name?" She asked the girl. "My name is Emma. And I'm here to help you guys. Cal. Take your hand off your knife. I'm not gonna hurt you." The girl-Emma- said. "How do you know my name?" Cal asked, still suspicious. "Cuz you're my bros girlfriend. Duh." Emma said. Cal still couldn't tell if she was telling the truth. "Gabe? Is what she says true?" "Yes. It's true. At least, she thinks it's true. You never know." Gabe said. "Thanks." Cal said, "Okay Emma. Sit down. But you can not tell anyone anything you hear in this meeting, except for the people here. Are we clear?" "Okay okay. Yes." Emma said, sitting down next to James, who kinda inched away from her, obviously nervous. After all she had just appeared out of nowhere on a hoverboard.

"Okay let's get down to actual business." Cal said, sitting back down. "Ro. Shoot." " Soo... I'm working on a case right now. And I'm probably gonna need some people's help -sadly- so yah. " Romeo said, still not enjoying having to talk to people. "Aaand......" Cal said, trying to get him to tell them about the case. "And," Romeo said, grudgingly, "I'm trying to figure out the reason that the two became evil and started this whole mess." "I wanna help! I wanna help!! Please!!!! " James yelled. "Okay okay. James. Calm yourself." Jamie said. "We will figure out who is going on this... Mission I guess... And I will contact each of them individually. Meeting adjourned." Cal said. Everyone got up to leave.

James pov. Part. 😁 James walked down the hallway, down to the kitchen to do some final clean up before Luna Girl closed up the restaurant.  He started moving dishes and pots to their respective places. Then he heard a noise behind him. He spun around, freaked out slightly. This place was creepy at night. There was that girl - Emma - standing in the doorway, smiling at him. "Uh... Hi." James said, getting just a little more freaked. "Hey James." She said, still smiling. She walked up to him, James backing away until his back was to a wall. She came up to him, putting her hand on the wall next to him and smiling at him still. Okay he had to admit. She was gorgeous. But he knew nothing about her and she was kinda creeping him out. Then something happened. She kissed him. His eyes widened, he was blushing super hard. He had no clue why this was happening. She finally pulled away, smiled at him, and walked away. James stood there for a good five minutes, stunned. Then Luna Girl walked in. "James you ready to close up- uh.. James?" James just stood there not answering. "James. Bro. Come on." Luna Girl said, snapping him out of his daze. "Oh. Uh.. Yah. I'm ready. " he said, following LG out of the building.

Cal had decided on who to take on the mission and they had all been contacted. Romeo was going of course. He was the one who started this mission in the first place. Herself and Gavin were both going, Drew, James, Sam, Mooky, and Emma. She wanted to keep an eye on Emma just to make sure that she didn't get into any trouble, or was actually working for the enemy. She was also taking Gabe and Raina since they knew the most about Felicity, and how to talk to her and things. And mind reading would come in handy.

_____Drew pov. 😁_____ Drew went upstairs to where Luna Girl's office was. She was his girlfriend. But she was also his boss. He never really knew which one to expect. Hopefully he would get the girlfriend side today. Drew walked into her office and said "hey," and smiled. Luna Girl looked up from some papers she had been examining. "Yes Drew?" She said. "Just wanted to let you know that I got called onto the mission." Drew said, hoping for the best. "Really now? I'm guessing you'll be missing work again?" Looked like she was all business today. Drew sighed. "Yes. I will be missing work." "And you realize you will not be getting paid for the hours that you are not here?" They had been over this every time he'd gone on a mission. "Yes. I remember." Drew said. "We go over this every time." Luna Girl smiled. "Just making sure your memory works." Drew laughed. " I don't know how I could forget. You've only said it to me a kajillon times. " "It hasn't been that many." Luna Girl said. "Well remembering that you said it also makes it easier to remember." Luna Girl laughed. She got up, came over to him and kissed him. She pulled away. "Good Luck on the mission. Please try not to let anything happen to you" "I'll try. I've got Cal and the Parkersons there too. They'll I make sure nothing happens." "I sure hope so." They stood there for a moment smiling at each other. Drew kissed her one more time and said "I love you."  "I love you too." Luna Girl replied hugging him and watching as he walked out the door. Then Drew poked his head back in the room. "By the way James will probably be up here soon." He said. "Okay." Luna Girl said laughing.

Fansir walked into a dark room. "I did what you asked. I went to the meeting and got the requested information." "Good. Now tell me. What are they planning?" Said the voice from the darkness. "They are planning a mission. To discover why you became evil." Fansir said. "Well then. You may leave. You have served you purpose for now." Said the voice, Felicity. "As you wish." He said, leaving the room. He was glad to get out of there. There was just a dark coldness about the place. He was starting to wonder though. Had he really chosen the right path? It had seemed like the best choice at the time. But he had actually kind of enjoyed being with other people. And that girl Jessica was really nice. And maybe just a little pretty too... He smiled thinking about her. But then frowned. How did he know that they weren't all just acting nice. What if they were the evil ones. But what if he was the evil one. But even if he was on the evil side, would he join the good side? Here he had nice accommodation and plenty of food. He lived quite comfortably here. He had everything he could ever want. Could he give that up? But was he truly happy here? He tried to convince himself that he was. But he still had doubts.

#welcome to my crappy writing #at least I had a bit of a sense of humor #good job if you actually read all of that #I wrote this like #four years ago #???? #Bro idk #time passes too quickly #this story really didn't have a point besides making up things that would never happen with me and my cousins little characters. #They're pretty fleshed out characters tho #anywho #I really should go to sleep #so I don't hate myself in the morning #but I did this instead #you're welcome #hope you liked it #hope it doesn't haunt you with it's strangeness #idk if it's even that strange #it's basically a fanfiction for characters that noone knows about #so yeah #i bet someoen relates #anywho pt 2 #I rally am tired I just don't really want to sleep #but I know I'm going to complain tomorrow. #Do the tags always have nothing to do with the post? #or is that just me #if you read all the tags #also good job #please tell me if you made it this far #thank you

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wrung out (nsfw)

It put him in his glory to see Felicity like that. Presiding over the hall, waiting expectantly for people to come to her and pay pretty compliments. Her cloak split just so to show the beginnings of a bump. He had given her the dress robes she was wearing as a surprise that morning, knowing that she had planned to wear something old for lack of desire to spend time shopping. Instead she was dressed in fine tan linen that had been interwoven with gold thread to give the subtlest appearance of shine. Around her neck was a circle of pale, emerald cut peridots. Yes, everything was just as it should be. She rested her hand on her stomach, wedding ring glinting in the candlelight, and smiled at him through all the people. It was the first time they had used the ballroom together, the first time it had been used for anything in years and years, and Lucius was reprimanding himself for his surprise that she fit it so well. Everything made more sense with her in it – why not this too?

"I've neglected you tonight." The crowd had thinned by then, and as he snuck up behind her and put a hand on the small of her back, he noticed little hairs curling at the nape of her neck, coaxed out by the humidity of the room.

"Not at all. I had a duty to do, didn't I?"

"It was done beautifully. A wonderful example of how our society is thriving." His voice lowered. "I've been imagining something quite terrible all evening, you up on the buffet with your skirts around your waist…"

Felicity blushed, and tried not to twist her lips too noticeably. "When it's over," she whispered back.

Lucius was quite drunk by the time they finally got back to the bedroom, and although Felicity hadn't had a drop, she was as tired as he. They had had their tryst in the ballroom, delaying the elves' cleaning process and shocking one unnoticed partygoer who had walked back by the doors in search of a forgotten cloak. The Malfoys were not at all in a union of convenience, the guest was able to tell the grapevine the next morning. It seemed like the quick conception of that second baby hadn't been forced by the Dark Lord's hand.

Before stumbling into bed, Felicity helped him out of his clothes, including kneeling on the floor to unlace his shoes despite his vocal protests and repeated attempts to lift her up.

"I like it down here, Lucius," she told him, biting her lip and looking up. "And you're too drunk to get them off. I don't want you in bed with half your clothes on."

"You've done more than enough tonight. I can't have you down on the floor in that condition. Come on, get up, and I'll take yours off…"

"I want it again, Lucius. It's crazy how the hormones make me feel. Remember the beach, with Diana?"

"Oh yes, love, I remember that. Bending you over, the way you asked for it."

They were finally all unzipped and unbuttoned, naked together, and he pulled her backwards onto the bed.

"I'm drunk," he warned her.

"I already said that."

"So don't get your hopes up."

"I can already feel it," she whined, pressing back against him.  He slipped his hand between her legs to feel her wetness, and then curled them to penetrate her.

"Why don't you wait for once?" he whispered to her. Lucius was hesitant to be rough with her now, wouldn't spank or choke her even if she wanted it. But in his haze he got his other hand under her torso and pinched her nipples. Lightly, but it was a pinch. "Why don't you wait until you really want it?"

"I want it all the time." She whimpered again as he pulled her closer and coaxed her top leg over his.

"You can cum. Actually, I want you to cum. But you'll get my cock when you get it."

"Lucius…"

"Sweetheart, who's in charge here?"

"You, you. Please."

She felt drunk. It was easy to feel that way when everyone else was. By the end of the party she had realized she could do anything, say anything, and be lauded as one of them. She could steer Lucius around the room like a child, she could elicit laughs from people whom she desperately hated, and who saw her as a whore who didn't share their values. And now she was in bed with her husband, all the jewels he had given her glistening in the candlelight as their sweat began to mingle together, begging him to give her release, to let her have just one more moment on his cock, as if tonight would be the last…

Lucius lowered the hand at her breast to her clit, his arm pressing somewhat hard into the swell of her stomach. "I love that," he said as he began to rub circles. "Holding what's mine so close to me. Does it hurt?"

She shook her head but could not speak. No, it didn't hurt. He wouldn't do anything to the baby that would hurt, and she wasn't so big yet that everything they did had to accommodate for it. "Can I please cum?"

The fingers inside of her jerked and so did she, her back arching even as he held her in place.

"Really?"

"Please, Lucius." Her mind drifted back to earlier, when he had knelt before her as she sat on the table, and lifted her skirt to taste her cunt. The suction he knew how to apply so well that knocked her back on her elbows, desperate for the moment when he finally stood up and took her. "Please, just one more…"

"Ok, love. Cum for me now. Right now."

He rolled a bit more on his back, pulling her with him as she thrashed and cried out. His lips found the space under her ear, and she reached back to touch his hair.

"You're a good girl. You're so malleable for me, so sweet. Is it good? Does it feel good?" She was nodding frantically, unable to speak. "Tell me it's good. You have to speak up."

"Yes, Lucius, thank you, thank you. Merlin, I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I love holding you like this."

Felicity began to quiet, and he gently took his hands away, letting her roll over and bury her head in his shoulder.

"Was it as good as my cock?" he asked with a little smile to himself, and she shook her head against him.

"Nothing is. Are you sure –" Her hand crept down between them.

"Leave it, sweetheart. Tomorrow, I promise."

~

In the morning, Lucius woke to a slightly spinning room and a wife who was dead to the world. It was very early still, but he wouldn't be able to sleep more. The curse of his hangovers was that he never stayed passed out for as long as it felt like he should be able to. He managed to get up and steady his way to the bathroom, where he took a remedy that gave him enough strength to get down to breakfast. There he stared at the same newspaper article for half an hour as he slogged through a bowl of oatmeal that he knew was the key to success for the rest of the day.

He was summoned by the Dark Lord in the middle of getting Diana dressed; not urgent, although any summoning was urgent, but the tingle was gentle enough that he knew he had time to make his appearance. He rushed the baby into a play dress quicker than he usually would, and then took her to the bedroom to get himself dressed and let Felicity know she was in charge for the rest of the day. But Felicity was not showering or dressing as he had imagined she would be. She was in the armchair, arms crossed over her chest and curling in on herself.

"Don't bring her in," she said, obviously failing at projecting her voice, and he froze at the threshold.

"What's the matter, love?"

"Put her back in her crib and come back. I don't feel well."

The world was slowing down as he obeyed.

~

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the winter solstice

closed starter for @athaexnen

Felicity could not believe it. She had not felt grass beneath her feet for almost four years, and now she was wandering through a forest all through the night. The girl was shivering, but it did not matter, she was outside at long last. She had left under the cover of darkness, and now the sun was starting to rise, and the misty fog of the morning settled over the land. Each step brought a crunch with it, as the ground had not yet thawed from the nights frost. She was freezing cold, and hugged the makeshift cloak around her, but she did not care. She was outside. She was outside. She had escaped. And with two weeks to go till the Winter Solstice, all she had to do was lay low and remain hidden until it had passed.

She had no idea where she was going, or when she would get anywhere, but so long as she could put distance between herself and that castle, that prison, she would keep moving forward.

She was still recalling the nights events in her mind when she heard something. Like a deer spooked by a hunter, Felicity's eyes darted to the source, and her blood ran cold as she made eye contact with a man. She froze in her tracks, apart from the King, and the guardsmen who would throw her some food, she had had no contact with anyone in the four years she'd been locked away. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked at him, she should have been more careful not to be seen, and now it was too late.

"Good morning sir" she said, once she finally found her voice again, though it quaivered.

#athaexnen #felcitiy x adrahil #I hope this is okay! let me know if there is anything you'd like for me to change!