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leftingbadly · 3 months

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I’ve been thinking about Godric and Eric’s dynamic (thanks to ur prev post) and it got me thinking! If u were to date Godric, then Eric would also be fairly close to u, right? Not only is Godric protecting u, but so is Eric !! So sweet !! And not scary at all LMAO having those two at ur defense? Yeah, no one’s fucking with u 🤭 —Anon of Gaul

Vampire Say, Vampire Do

I can go into heavy detail, AND I WILL (sorry it's late I was moving for uni nonny:) )

Pairing: Godric/Eric Northman x OFC/You

Oh, Nonny you have no idea what you’ve just reawoken in me.

So you know that scene where Godric changed Eric, “I’ll be your father, your brother, your child.”

So yes.

Stemming from what I wrote in Between Blood and Barren Homes there is obviously everything that encapsulates Godric and Eric’s relationship, but also the beginning of not only your relationship with Godric but with Eric as well

So the beginning looks like this;

To Eric, you were just a human with a skill he needed

A means to an end, someone who will help him find and locate his Maker, more than that, you’d bring Godric back from the Deep Dark he had found himself in over the past however long

But when he sees you and Godric together, there’s something instantaneous that Eric notices before even you or Godric

At first he thinks maybe it’s the power, at first maybe he tries to ignore it

But what’s that thing they say about pain? About how it demands to be felt?

My headcannon with the OC I wrote is that, while to some degree she is able to see the pain of vampires and you know kinda like UNO reverse it, with Godric it’s more intense. It’s more than anything she’s ever felt before

Both of them, really

And it backfires

And it bleeds

And Eric is the first to notice that

But you do help

Through the pain you help, and through the blood you help

And he notices a shift in Godric, he notices the same laughter and the same playfulness as the very day he appeared over Eric’s funeral pyre with that soft laugh and that heinous suggestion of damning Death

And Eric can’t let you go back after this

He can’t have you go back to your normal life, not when the old Godric is so close, not when he can see the will of life in his eyes again

So he does whatever he can to protect you, to keep you safe, to keep you warm

It starts small at first, you barely notice it. Kinder words, less harsh ones, Eric making sure you’re fed often, you’re not bothered by any other vampires (because you were, initially, Eric didn’t care too much then as long as you were alive)

The real change in the dynamic happened when Godric himself realised you were important to him

Maybe not important IMPORTANT, but maybe when the thought of you being absent from his daily routine… irked him, just a bit

And that’s where the titles came into play

Because now Eric was protecting you like a father, watching over you like a brother, and treating you like a child (in the sense that he was being kinder, more soft, like you were a thing cherished)

And Godric notices that too, that shift in Eric

Because Godric knows Eric. He knew Eric as a fledgling, as a newborn, as a Viking-human for some time, he knew Eric with Sylvie, he knew Eric with Pam, he knew Eric as Sheriff and every century between all of that. And he knows when Eric is treating a human differently

But he doesn’t know why YET

And a part of him… well, a part of him hates Eric for it, to be honest

Because at the end of the day, Godric is two-thousand years old, yes, and it’s been those two-thousand years since he’s ever felt something even infinitely close to what he feels for you and he’s jealous and he's scared

Because why can you talk so easily to Eric?

Why do you let Eric touch you and help you put on your shoes or bring you food or see you to your room at night?

Why does your voice sound so much lighter, and your laugh so much easier, and your eyes– fuck. And he hates himself for it

There’s no reason he should be thinking like this about a human Eric has in his company, really, there’s no reason he should be thinking about this of a human at all

But look at you, Gods, look at how beautiful you are

And he wants you to look at him

Please

Please?

Please

Just one glance

Look this way just once

Accidentally intentionally catch his eye across the room, linger your gaze on his, please? Let him see you to bed, let him hold your hand as you put your shoes on

Let him be the one who protects you?

̶L̶̶o̶̶w̶̶k̶̶e̶̶y̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶k̶ ̶m̶̶y̶ ̶D̶̶P̶ ̶f̶̶a̶̶n̶̶t̶̶a̶̶s̶̶y̶ ̶b̶̶e̶̶g̶̶a̶̶n̶ ̶w̶̶i̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶s̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶w̶̶o̶ ̶a̶̶s̶ ̶w̶̶e̶̶l̶̶l̶ ̶l̶̶i̶̶k̶̶e̶

You CANNOT tell me that once everything was done and settled, and they both realised how important you were not only to themselves, but to each other, that they WOULDN’T CONSIDER–

Listen. Two thousand years is a long time, and Eric and Godric were together for 900 of those years. At least once in their long, long, long lifetimes, certainly they would have shared, no?

Oh, to be loved by these two men

To be held and sucked and kissed and pulled and pushed

#longing #so much longing #angst #sad #godric #true blood #tv show #godric x ofc #godric x reader #fanficiton #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #vampires #southern gothic #true blood imagines

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moonagedaydream345 · 1 year

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27th October 1981

Dear Diary,

I remember, in divination one class, we were doing palm reading. I looked down at my hand and I got upset because my lifeline was so short. I thought I would die young. But James walked up to me and showed me his. He held out his hand and put it next to mine, his was the same length. I think that’s the moment I fell in love with him, if I’m being honest. He saw me upset, alone in a corner and contemplating my mortality, and he rocked up and showed me that he was the same, we were the same. It made me feel better then, that they were the same. James Potter couldn’t die young, not when he was as full of life as he happened to be. That must mean that the life line thing was a myth, it had to be.

As we’re cooped up in this house longer and longer, however, I fear these lines may ring true. The lines on our hands may be the same, but that doesn’t grant us a long life, just equally short ones.

#james potter x lily evans #jily #dead gay wizards #marauders #james potter #ao3 fanfic #angst #godrics hollow #ao3 #lily evans #lily potter

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pbielik · 14 days

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1) Godryk Gryffindor

2) Marcjanna Król

3) Camille Valoise

4) Iria de la familia Rodriguez

5) Amelia Bones

6) Albus Dumbledore

7) Lucjusz Malfoy

8) Invidia Lestrange

9) Molly Weasley

(+Tadek Piela, Walburga Black, Henric Pucey, Voldemort, etc.)

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allofthelights11 · 3 months

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The trip to Godric’s Hollow has begun in Out of Time, a 6th/7th year rewrite and Horcrux hunt. Come along for the ride… if you dare.

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione granger #fanfiction #smut #ao3 fanfic #dramione art #horcrux #horcruxes #godrics hollow #nagini

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candy-man91 · 4 months

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RWatHT - Chapter 18: Teenage Rebellion

As the end of May approached, a warm afternoon shone in the halls of Hogwarts. The sun hit the many stone floors and walls through the windows in the castle, this was not the case for the Potions classroom. Ron would’ve said he was dying. In fact, he was pretty sure this was the most torturous way to die, being bored to death by Snape’s class. It wasn’t that he thought of Potions as boring, however, Snape just managed to make anything he touched completely unbearable.

That along with a very bad night of sleep did not help. He had been having nightmares again, and he felt absolutely exhausted. Homework, prefect duties, the Tournament, and Quidditch training were driving him absolutely mad. Surely Snape wouldn’t notice him resting his eyes for a bit, right? Right.

People began to pack up, and Snape erased the blackboard. The students walked out and he noticed that there seemed to be an obstruction in one of the lines. Ron Weasley was sleeping soundly on his desk. A good surprise for a frustratingly simple day, nonetheless, a good surprise. Walking near his desk, Snape poked him with his wand. Weasley did not move. Instead, he only mumbled something in his sleep.

Snape whacked him with some parchment paper on the top of his head. With a start, Weasley woke up.

“Pepper-Up Potion,” he exclaimed in a hurried and slurred voice. He blinked a few times and looked up at Snape. His face immediately paled as he looked around and saw that Potter and Granger were both staring at him from afar, probably ready to jump in the defence of their friend.

“I suggest,” said Snape. “You use your Potions book for actual reading, instead of sleeping, Mr. Weasley.”

“I––”

“Five points will be taken from Gryffindor,” he continued, cutting his student off. “And I expect three extra inches on your essay. Surely, it will be nothing to the Champion of Gryffindor.”

Weasley looked at Snape with a sour and hateful glare. He picked up his books and cauldron. Weasley uttered something under his breath.

‘Insolent dunderhead,’ the Potions professor thought.

“May I know what it was you decided to mutter under your breath so cowardly, Mr. Weasley?”

Potter and Granger looked worried and tried talking him out of it, but with a determined look in his eyes, Weasley turned around.

“I said piss off, arsehole,” he said clearly angered, and outraged before, he shut the door of the dungeons.

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solarkindred · 1 year

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You guys know the canon illustrations of Hogwarts founders?

Yeah I totally disagree with them. And I read a founder’s era fic where Hogwarts was actually built as refuge for this war fought between wixes and muggles. And I’m totally all for that.

So, today I’m going to describe my renditions of the founders.

Salazar Slytherin- A tall, lithe white haired man with handsome and sharp features. His eyes are a striking and vibrant yellow, akin to a snake’s. He’s of pure-blood and noble descent, wearing fine clothing of the highest qualities. His nose is pointed and long, eyebrows sharp and masterfully crafted. His usual attire often consists of flowy long sleeved blouses and tight pants or silk tunics. Salazar was from a high point in society, his parents are what most other nobles call “lunatics” for allowing their son to play in the dirt and own pets such as snakes. He likes plants. A lot. The elixirs master and field medic, along side Helga.

Godric Gryffindor- Another tall man, but he’s much more defined and muscular. A gorgeous blonde with viridescent green eyes, a mask of stubble on his chin. He often has a lopsided grin on his face, always able to brighten up a room with his mere presence. A lovable oaf. By modern terms, he’s a bit of a himbo. He has a certain affection to felines, even has a chimaera mount he rides into battle (he raised it from a cub. His explanation to his success is, and i quote, “As long as it imprints on you, you’re good.”) Terrifying but cute, sinnamon roll. Frontlines and defensive teacher, rune magic knowledgeable.

Helga Hufflepuff- A stout and slightly chubby black girl with hair as wild as wild can get. An immigrant and servant girl to the Ravenclaw family. She’s treated well by her masters, especially by her charge, Rowena. Her friends often ask for portraits of either scenery or themselves, her painting skills are of the virtuoso variety. (does that make sense?) She has a knowledge of poisons and medical applications, sometimes her knowledge coming across as terrifying. Cute but terrifying. Poisons and main medic, stealth/assassins operator.

Rowena Ravenclaw- A raven haired Asian-English noble of moderate height. With a cunning smile and knowing sharp cobalt eyes. Pretends to be knowledgeable about everything but is easily dumbfounded at the most simplest of things. Constantly asks Salazar to explain his snake-speak and Godric to explain his pet chimaera. Rowena prefers to wear expensive furs and layered satin dresses that can somehow pull off the modest style. She’s the woman to flaunt off her riches when she gets the chance to. But can dress extremely modestly when the situation calls for it, situations like war. The strategist of the group.

I have wands for them too, but honestly i feel wand making isnt as refined an art yet during their era. Ollivander lineage is an established “wandsmith” family. Hogwarts comes as the Wix-Muggle War begins and develops (you’d think the wixes would win but boy are muggles resilient) also, yknow the Unforgivables?

Yeah they were forgivable during this time because sometimes you have to get extreme.

Also, muggle-borns are treated foully in the wizarding world due to many suspicions and the community consisted of mostly pure-bloods with occasional half-bloods. Godric being a good example, to me. This claim heavily denies Salazar’s supposed “pure-blood beliefs” but then again some of the things said about famous people are just the projections others push on to them. Two of his friends are half-bloods after all.

#harry potter #headcanons #hogwarts #hogwarts founders #rowena ravenclaw #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #helga hufflepuff #godric and salazar are gay and in love #slytherin/gryffindor tensions started before the houses were even made #helga and rowena made them kiss #salazar’s basalisk is named Shrike :)#the chimaera is in the forbidden forest #hidden away and still very much alive #might make a fanfic where Harry finds the chimaera #i refuse to antagonize salazar #fuck you jkr

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badumhax · 2 years

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If Harry were a Genshin Impact character he would be absolutely an anemo.

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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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Ancient Magic and Parseltongue

The continuation of the "Pureblood Muggle". I hope you like it as much as the first one.

Content Warning: There is death in this chapter, I apologize.

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Chapter One

Not Over Yet

A soft laugh blew air over your ear as you gave a stretch of your paws. "I do like spending days like this," Ominis whispered, nudging against your head. "Me too," you admitted with sleep settling over your mind again. You had chosen an area not far from the castle, but secluded so no one would see a house cat lounging with a leopard. Though you both took the forms of cats, they were vastly different. "It's nice not having worries or years worth of homework to do." He chuckled. "I can imagine." You peaked out from under your lids, seeing him smelling the air as he tensed. "Sebastian's prowling again?" "He's nearby, but I think he's learned his lesson about scaring you while you sleep." You huffed as you moved your head to lay across his paw. "It's his own fault." "Was not. You shouldn't have clawed me that deeply!" His voice drifted your way, getting you to look over seeing the silver fox just before he was tackled by the red one. "You shouldn't have said anything," Anne teased, bouncing away from her brother and sat down next to Natty. "You lose. You owe us a butterbeer." "That's not fair, I was defending myself!" Sebastian looked towards you. "You're helping me buy them." "No, I'm not. I just wanted to relax in the sun. You wanted to play hunter/prey." Poppy raced over, breathing heavily. "Professor Fig," she started almost wheezing, but she said enough. You climbed up to your feet and shifted, getting her to sigh. "Is he hurt?" She shook her head as the Sallow twins, Natty and Ominis shifted. "He needs to talk to you." You didn't wait for more information, before you raced off towards the school, your friends trailing behind you. Your time as animals had given you opportunity to explore the area well and an agility to avoid tripping over vines and branches. Too many things could have gone wrong. The repository, your father, Ominis's parents. It was better to get the information quickly. Fig was waiting at the castle gates with an official looking man and Sharp. "Ah, here she is." You slowed to a walk, noticing their eyes turn to you. "What's this about?" The man you didn't know, clocked your friends, before speaking. "May we speak in private?" "Uh?" Fig gave you a smile, motioning for you to follow. "We can use my office." Sharp stopped your friends from following, which made you look back worriedly, seeing them mirroring it.

For added security, the man you didn't know placed a spell on the room to prevent people from listening in. "Am I in trouble?" Fig shook his head, a small smile showing on his face. "This man is Richard Jordon, an auror," Sharp mentioned. The man taking it as his que to begin, he took a step towards you. "We're having a problem with a Hamlet, I'm sure you're familiar with, Feldcroft. Specifically in Rookwood castle." Confused, you glanced to Fig. "What does this have to do with me?" "We can't see the cause of the destruction, but I know you can see things others can't. We think you might be able to help us." "Destruction?" "Rookwood castle had been destroyed and sucked up completely. It's eating its way towards the town." Your eyes bugged. "I can definitely see how that's a problem." "I need you to go to that town and stop it if you can. It's protected by aurors right now and they have been able to slow it enough for us to evacuate the towns people." "When do you think it's best to leave?" "As soon as possible. So please, get ready quickly." "I'd like to go with her," Fig said quickly as you headed towards the door. "Very well." When you opened it, you saw three figures outside, hidden by the disillusionment charm. You hurriedly shut the door. "Such nosey friends I have," you teased as you headed down the stairs. "Are you in trouble?" Ominis asked, breaking his spell. "No, there's just an issue in one of the Hamlet's the aurors think I can help with," you answered quickly leading them from the room. "So, they came here to request your help?" Sebastian asked, earning a sharp shushing. "What? This has to be huge. What's really going on?" "I'm going to talk to the keepers. They may have more insight."

They followed you down. Anne, who hadn't been down in the map chamber, looked around in awe. "I was wondering when we'd see you. Charles told us about the destruction of his castle." "What?!" Sebastian asked stepping closer to see your face. "Sebastian, please. I'm trying to find this out too. I will explain everything." His heckles soothed so you looked to the keepers. "Can our magic go unstable after long periods?" "Not as far as we know, but the magic at Rookwood castle had been tampered with by Ranrock. There's no way of knowing if he missed one and broke it's container," Percival answered. "If it is, I can't imagine the devastation it'll cause." "According to the auror, it's taken Rookwood castle and slowly heading towards Feldcroft," you said, with Sebastian trying to step forward again, but was held back by Anne. "They're taking me there once I'm ready." "What?" Ominis took your other side, his brows pinched. "It's too dangerous." "If I don't go, it'll take out Feldcroft. The aurors are slowing it and have evacuated the town." He made a small noise to let you know he didn't like this idea, but didn't press it. "It does seem ancient magic is the probable cause of the disruption, but we won't know for sure until you visit and tell us," Bakar replied, getting you to sigh and nod. "You're not going alone!" Ominis said, quickly catching your wrist. "This could be a trap as much as it could be ancient magic." "Ominis-" "You already told us where to go. We will go there and wait for you to show up. There's a floo network right outside," Sebastian said as Anne nodded. Grumbling, you nodded. "Fine, meet us in Feldcroft and don't let anyone see or hear you." Ominis squeezed your wrist, before following the twins out of the chamber. "Let's hope none of us get hurt." "Your friends are capable," Nimah replied, smiling at their retreating backs. "Besides, they could be what saves your life in the end. It's best to let these things run their course." You huffed as you turned to leave. "Good luck!" They called after you.

Richard apperated you and Fig to Feldcroft, seeing a large dome of magic being held by many different aurors, but what was worse was the angry swirl of magic violently thrashing just inside it. "By your expression, I'm guessing they were on point?" Fig asked, grabbing Richard's attention. "Oh, yeah. It's not as bad as Isadora's, but its still substantial." You nearly jumped when you felt a hand slip into yours. "Let's go, but out of safety for the Hamlet, we can only keep the barrier open for a few seconds," Richard said as he led the way towards the large dome. "Do you want me to go with you?" Fig asked, glancing at you. "No. No one should follow me in. There's no guarantee it wouldn't hurt someone who did." Fig nodded, but the hold on your hand tightened, silently defiant. You moved closer, feeling the hand let go. "Alright, ready?" You nodded, taking a deep breath as Richard pointed his wand at the barrier, creating a hole large enough for you to fit through. You moved in, your hair immediately swirling due to the wind the magic was making. You looked back as the barrier closed, Fig's worry made you smile sadly. "I'll be okay." He gave a nod and smiled the best he could as you turned and began towards the crater. You slid down the side, trying to be careful, but you hit into something soft and warm. "Are you okay?" Ominis asked, the disillusionment charm falling, quickly followed by Sebastian and Anne's. "What are you doing in here? Didn't you hear what I said-" "Given what happened last time, I wasn't going to let you come in here alone," Ominis clarified, helping steady you when you slipped on rubble. "And we're just nosey," Sebastian teased, but the smile fell when he saw how terrified you were. "You're turning into a teacher. We can defend ourselves." "I wasn't-" "You came in here thinking you weren't going to survive this, didn't you?" Anne asked, getting both boys to look in your direction. "What?" Ominis asked softly, his voice trembling. "Did you-" "No, not die. But, you can't see the magic that's swirling around our heads. It's strong." Sebastian nodded. "Which is why having back up is important. We can protect you while you do your thing." You couldn't exactly expect the aurors to let them out, it would be devastating. "Fine, but just keep protego at the ready. Please?" Keeping a hold on your hand, Ominis followed you, ready to protect you if needed as the twins trailed behind. You found the mass of magic by a broken repository. With Ominis beside you, Anne on the other and Sebastian at your back, you began to force it back into a cage. The strain making Ominis's hand tighten. The moment you had it enclosing, it exploded, shooting hot air your group, which Anne and Ominis instantly protego-ed. The air became thick, almost painful to breath as Ominis tried to cover your body with his as much as he could. Dust and smoke obscured anything outside the shields. Finally, when everything settled, you saw the repository was gone, but you were in the side of a cave. "Uh? What happened?" Sebastian asked, looking back at you. You shrugged. "This hasn't happened before." "Well, it could have caused it when you sealed the magic. But, let's go tell everyone the good news," Anne said, glancing around. You wanted to point out the magic was gone, but decided to just follow the group out of the cave, seeing no aurors, no Fig and no Hamlet, just a large empty field. "The air smells different," Ominis whispered as he held up his wand. "We don't know either," you admitted once you seen fear replace shock.

Everything had changed, none of the villages were there anymore as you walked towards Hogwarts. "I've got a bad feeling," Ominis said as you noticed the Quidditch pitch was gone. "You're not the only one," you whispered as you pushed open the door to Hogwarts, seeing it deserted. "Okay?" Sebastian said, drawing the word out. "Where is...everything?" You continued towards the great hall, Ominis freezing for a second. "What's wrong?" "I hear voices, but none I recognize." Taking a deep breath, you pulled the door open, the noise drawing everyone's eyes to your group. Your eyes saw four figures where you've only seen in pictures. "Good lord," you whispered, instinctively taking a step back. "What?" Ominis asked. "We're about to meet Godric, Helga, Rowena and Salazar," you answered softly, as they headed towards you, getting Ominis to tense as you moved back from the door.

The four of you stood in front of the four of them. They were watching you closely, taking in your clothes and the snake patches on your robes that were similar to the green on Salazar's. "From a different school?" Godric asked. You nodded, grateful to Natty for telling you so much about her school and hoped they wouldn't question the lie. "From Uganda. Our parents were from here originally and had us out there due to no school. When they heard this one was starting, they transferred us." Salazar looked at each of his companions. "And you just happened to be dressed in robes we haven't given out yet and don't recognize?" "These are the kind of clothes in Uganda. They told us about the patches, they picked the ones they thought we'd be in." "We'll be the judges of that," Salazar replied standing up. "First, I want to know your family status." As if rehearsed, Godric, Helga and Rowena sighed together. "We're all purebloods," Sebastian said quickly. He started hissing, his eyes darting between all of you, his eyes landing on Ominis when he hissed back. Parseltongue, huh? I guess he would want to know that. "Very well, I'll take you in my house." He said that with such a tone that it made you shiver. "Follow me, I'll lead the way."

You knew where it was, but you were surprised when he walked into it with you. The students waiting wore older style wool robes covering their tunics. "We're way over dressed," Anne whispered as Salazar swooped over to the middle of the room. "Now, to make things clear for our new students and to know what's required of you," he said waving his hand seeing a girl stand up, her eyes glowing green. "The Imperious curse," Anne whispered, horror clearly heard, making you grateful you were too far from the other students for them to hear it. Ominis unconsciously took a step closer to you. "Tell us your name," Salazar said, his voice dripping in venom. "And your blood status." "Amara Apollo. I'm a half blood." Ominis was now pressed into your side. "In this school we only accept purebloods. Your parents will get the message," he said pressing the tip of his wand to the girl's chest, pulling a glittering mist from her. You inhaled, drawing Salazar's attention as your eyes remained glued to her magic now stuck to his wand. He pressed it to his chest, stealing it as his eyes flickered. "Avada Kadavra!" The room flashed green and the girl fell to the floor as the room cheered. Salazar looked around at all the shocked faces of the new students, his eyes landing on you after you had fixed a neutral expression. He smirked as he moved closer. "Clean up this mess." He stopped in front of your group. "You're certainly welcomed in my house. I look forward to watching you grow." He left the common room, making you let out the breath you had been holding, as everyone else moved to go to their dormitory. "Poor girl," Anne whispered once the room was empty. "Why did he say that stuff to you?" Sebastian asked. "Salazar has ancient magic. He stole her magic before killing her." "Great, supercharged psychopath."

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#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis x you #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #eleazar fig #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #helga hufflepuff #rowena ravenclaw

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spice-honey · 6 months

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Chapter 7 of Harder They Fall is up

FFnet | Ao3

Fandom: True Blood

Ship: Eric x OFC, Godric x OFC

Summary: The Bellefleur sisters grew up in the elite of New Orleans, daughters of a legacy that was bigger than they knew. A legacy Eric and Godric are eager to unravel, but it may reveal dark secrets of the past none of them ready to face.

Word count: 33k

Tags: 10 years after season 7, mostly canon, Godric lives, Terry lives, mature content, graphic descriptions of violence, Succession inspired, family drama, consensual smut only (as always), enemies to lovers, but also friends-ish to lovers. TW: Su1cide themes, heavy drinking, drug use

#true blood fanfcition #true blood fanfic #eric northman fanfic #Eric northman fanfiction #eric northman x oc #godric x oc #godric fanfic #no bc Allan Hyde is so beautiful?????#original female character

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ala-baguette · 1 year

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Returning Home

Summary: One year has passed since the War ended, and Harry returns to Godric's Hollow. Relationships: Harry Potter/ Ginny Weasley Rating: G 1400 words | Read it here or on AO3

Harry stepped out the front door of the cottage and paused in the sunlight on the garden path. The breeze rustled through the new spring growth of the trees lining the lane at the village edge. He heard the faint tinkle of a windchime outside one of the houses a few doors down. It was so quiet here. He pushed his fists deeper into his pockets.

In the entry behind him, Hermione was still grilling the estate agent on minutiae that he didn’t care about but probably should. Appliances and piping and cesspits and roofing and insulation and flood maps. Harry tuned it out. Instead, he merely stood and breathed the crisp clean air and listened to the wind. He could smell lavender from somewhere. He wondered where it grew.

An arm snaked its way around his own, and he blinked away the reverie about nothing and everything to look down. Ginny looked up at him and smiled. There was a subtle question there, but it was not insistent. So Harry merely extracted his hand from his pocket and wrapped it instead around her. Ginny seemed content with this. She rested her head against his shoulder and the pair of them merely stood there quietly. Listening to the wind.

“It’s a wonderful community here. Both Magical and Muggle alike,” the estate agent was saying to Ron and Hermione behind them. She’d clearly given up on trying to talk to Harry directly. “You should take a bit of time to explore, if you have it. See the village centre. Maybe have a bite in the Lion and Flame.”

“Where is that?” Ron asked.

“Wizarding pub. In the main square. The entrance is in the alleyway just to the right of the Muggle pub entrance. You’ll see a brick wall with a lion and phoenix. Just tap your wand and you’ll be able to step through.”

Harry did at least manage to muster himself to offer a smile, a thank you, and a handshake as the estate agent bid them farewell. What had been her name? He probably should have been paying better attention. No matter. Hermione would know.

The four of them walked along the village streets. Ron and Hermione were talking about asking price and cost of living and more things Harry didn’t care about. He remained quiet. They passed a small community play yard and Harry smiled a little, imaging bringing Teddy here when he came to visit. But he didn’t raise his head to look down the street where he knew the ruins of a long-destroyed house still stood. And he kept his eyes on his feet as they passed the war memorial, even when he caught the transformation out of his peripheral vision. When they passed the church, his eyes did dart a glance to the graveyard behind. But he didn’t slow. Not today. He would be back. He felt Ginny give his hand a small squeeze.

The pub was just where what’s-her-name had said it would be. They melted through the door one at a time and let themselves down the torch-lined steps. At the bottom of the stairs, Harry paused to look around. He took in the old-fashioned wood bar with its many beer taps and liquor bottles. The dim but warm lighting. The dark wood ceiling beams and panelling. The mismatched tables and chairs scattered across the well-worn red carpet. Harry loved it immediately.

“Alroigh’ me’ansum?” the barkeeper called to them, glancing up from where he was filling a round of pints; it seemed an automatic greeting he offered to any who entered. But then he did a doubletake and stared at Harry for a moment, his face inscrutable. The gaggle of middle-aged men who were leaning against the bar and chatting merrily, followed his gaze and stilled as well. Then the old witches in the corner who were gossiping over their sherry and knitting. Then the pair of boys who Harry vaguely recognised as Hufflepuffs who’d been a few years ahead of them at Hogwarts. Harry flattened his fringe. Ron and Hermione exchanged a smirk, and Harry reminded himself of the futility of this habit.

Harry braced himself for the onslaught, but the barkeeper merely went back to filling his pints. His patrons, albeit reluctantly, seemed to take their cues from him. They turned back to their conversations, though eyes continued to dart in Harry’s direction periodically.

After a moment’s hesitation, Harry sidled up to the bar, his friends falling into step beside him. “Hello,” he greeted as the barkeeper filled the last of the middle-aged men’s pints and passed them across the bar. The barkeeper jerked his chin up. Harry couldn’t say if it was an acknowledgement of his greeting or a request for his order or both. “Four butterbeers, please?”

The barkeeper merely nodded, unsmiling, and ducked under the counter. He reappeared a second later with four bottles. He tapped his wand to pop the lids and slid them across the counter as one. Harry reached into his pocket for his gold, but the barkeeper said, “On the ‘ouse.”

Harry shook his head. “Thanks. But I insist.” He slid a handful of coins across the counter.

The barkeeper shrugged. “Sui’ yourself.” He counted out the appropriate coins, and slid the remainder back to Harry. “Welcome ‘ome, Mister Po’er,” he said, still without a smile.

And there were murmurs around the pub as others intoned the same.

“Welcome home, Harry.”

“Glad to have yeh back.”

“Your ‘ealth, Mr. Po’er.”

Harry nodded at them awkwardly in thanks and picked up the butterbeers, passing one each to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all of whom were quietly watching him. They seemed to be waiting for him to pick the table. His eyes roved the pub.

“Tha’ table in the corner.”

Harry blinked and turned back to the barkeeper. “Sorry?”

The barkeeper nodded toward the far corner of the pub. “Tha’s the one your dad and his mates used to si’ in. Every Friday noigh’. Least ’til your mum and dad wen’ into hidin’.” Harry followed his gaze to a round table with four empty chairs. Harry merely stared at it for a moment, before he remembered himself.

Blinking, he looked back to the barkeeper. “Thank you,” he said earnestly. The old man just nodded again, then turned his attention to wiping down the bar.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny followed him to the table. They seemed to sense that he was not in much of a mood for conversation and were content to let him sit quietly as they chatted. He sat in the chair in the corner and stared around the pub as babble continued around him. Harry watched as two older wizards debated politics; he watched as the Hufflepuff boys moseyed over to the dartboard on one wall; as one of the witches worried over a dropped stitch in her knitting and fretfully counted along her needles.

“—What do you reckon, Harry?”

“Huh?” Harry blinked and looked around to find his friends all staring at him expectantly.

“The house,” Hermione clarified patiently. “We were discussing the house. Just wondering how you liked it.”

“Oh. Right.” Harry’s eyes took another promenade around the room before they landed on Ginny. She was merely looking at him, patiently awaiting his answer. Harry swallowed, suddenly strangely nervous. How could he put into words that her opinion on this mattered more than anyone’s? Perhaps more than his own. He looked down at the butterbeer he held in both hands atop the table. “I thought… maybe it seemed like it could be home.”

He chanced a glance back up to Ginny. But she was beaming at him. He smiled back.

“Well, cheers to that, then,” said Ron, holding out his butterbeer.

“To home,” Hermione agreed.

“To home,” said Ginny softly, her eyes not leaving Harry’s.

His heart felt light as they clinked their bottles. He looked around the room again as he sipped his butterbeer, feeling affection for this room full of people he’d never met. His eyes fell on the barkeeper who was making his way toward their table with what appeared to be a large bowl of chips and a dipping sauce Harry couldn’t recall ordering. He suddenly realised he was famished.

For more about the Lion and Flame Inn, see the Remus Lupin installment of my Left Behind Series, 'Empty Chairs at Empty Tables'.

#harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #ficlet #harry potter #ginny weasley #godric's hollow #canon compliant #hinny #post canon #post war #harry deserves a place to call home

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unfortunatetyrantsheep · 22 days

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So I've been binging Ouroboros by Novusars and I'm absolutly in love with it. They are the kind of author who puts extensive research and planing into their works. The worldbuilding is easily the most thought out I've come across in this fandom. While reading I was inspired to sketch out a few of the images in my head to the best of my ability. So this is Godric after Salazars death in the past. (It was mentioned that he had red hair. I'm not a hundred percent sure about the eyes.) I'm not quite sure if there is a community for this amazing fic on here. If so hopefully I'll be finding it soon.

#fanfic #harry potter #Godric Griffindor #ouroboros #salazar slytherin #fanart

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leftingbadly · 4 months

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visions of the sun. | godric of gaul

My less than okay, extremely late and unwelcomed tribute to the fandom.

pairing: godric x ofc

Erratic breathing encased the still air that surrounded them, it made them aware of the oxygen in the air in a way they hadn’t felt since ages ago, long and dreadful moments spanned across millennia, deaths that defied death and new life that mocked it, that laughed at it, that challenged the ideology of survival, of safety, of un-life.

Small hands strong and calloused reached for her, but she fought against, a wild animal caged against a stone wall in the view of a predator, she was the predator, yet she was not. Thousands of years of killing and stalking, pure undiluted rage vanished within the moments of un-doubtful truth, undone by lifetimes, undone by centuries, six words; I go to meet the sun.

“I have outlived my existence.” He argued against her protests, a warm voice that never reached her through the walls of grief that surround her now, her anger razed the foundations of his resignations, she fought with him with the life that was in her, she begged him, she fell to her knees and sobbed until the blood from her eyes turned dark and pained. He stroked her cheek. He spoke kind words softly. He stood on his knees in front of her and she saw blood stained eyes in front of her as well.

“But I have not,” she cried, “Have you outlived your love as well?” He smiled a saddened smile, of course he had not. He was doubtful that he ever could. He could never stop loving her. Yet the love was felt and treasured, the sun called to him now. The warmth of its rays would hold him again. He shook his head fervently, he saw the foolishness she felt in her eyes, he saw fear as well, a fear of being alone through the long years of her life and he understood that fear, because he had felt it before. He shared with her his memories of Gaul, of the sun and the sand, the line of the sea breaking with each wave threatening to swallow the village whole, great waves that rose higher than the last, with a vengeance, with an anger that was designated to the elements alone, that pure and unfeeling rage as it claimed the world, he knew those feelings as well, more deeply during the first years of his changing.

He knew fear in a different form when Gaul was attacked, as he was stolen from his village and the seashore that belonged to him so wholly, the memories were the only thing he was allowed to keep, even then were they threatened to escape him through the years of his enslavement, they were desperate to flee from his memory, to run to a happier place, yet he clung to them as he clung to the dagger that pierced his maker’s heart, as he clung to the hand of the girl before him as they fled from that would-be home and fled to the woods, as he clung to the semblance of humanity that had stayed with him, yet they were forsaken in the end.

As he clings now to her before him. As the sun clings to him.

And he releases her from him, mind and body and he releases her- from the torment and grief and all the unloved years of her life, he releases her, as the sun releases him.

#longing #so much longing #angst #sad #godric #true blood #tv show #godric x ofc #godric x reader #fanficiton #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #vampires #southern gothic #true blood imagines

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fullmetalneverland · 4 months

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"You only love in tragedy, Godric; perhaps you will finally love me after mine."

-Bizarrestars, Venom From the Same Vine

#quote #book #book quotes #bizarrestars #venom from the same vine #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #hp #hp fanfic #godric gryffindor #salazar slytherin #zeppazariel #harry potter

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blue-flamed-phoenix · 1 year

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My Posts Masterlist

This is where you'll find everything that I have posted.

Stories:

Little Wolf - Jerome Valeska FanFiction

Wattpad link to the book

Chapter 1 - Joining the circus

Chapter 2 - Freaks

Chapter 3 - Help you

Chapter 4 - Him

Chapter 5 - Red

Chapter 6 - Kansas City

Chapter 7 - The blind fortune teller

Chapter 8 - The blind fortune teller - Part 2

Chapter 9 - A mistake

Chapter 10 - Waking up again

Chapter 11 - shifting

Chapter 12 - could I?

Out of the woods - OUAT Peter Pan

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - Escape

Stripes - Jerome Valeska FanFiction

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - intrigued

Chapter 2 - Ginger

Chapter 3 - Curiosity

Mini Valeska - Jerome Valeska Fanfic

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - Jacie

The last daughter of Krypton - General Zod Fanfic

Introduction/book poster

Chapter 1 - A loss

The unknown Falcone - Victor Zsasz FanFic

Introduction/book poster

Something to Live for - Godric - Trueblood

Coming soon!

Survivor - Troy Otto

Coming soon!

Seeing through a strangers eyes - Patrick Hockstetter

Chapter 1 - Where there is death there is rebirth

Goddess - Morpheus - The Sandman

Coming Soon!

Handler - Donald Pierce

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - A04

Chapter 2 - Volatile

Chapter 3 -

A Hybrid Mate - Klaus Mikaelson

Introduction/Book cover

Chapter 1 - Why Me!

The Monsters We Are - Victor Creed

Introduction/Book cover

A Knighted Warrior - Kylo Ren

Introduction/Book Cover

Part I

Outside world - Ledger Joker FanFic

Introduction/book cover

Chapter 1 - 'Station'

Imagines

Sweet dreams - Jerome Valeska

Edits

The outsiders

Wonder woman - Kings and queens x sweet but psycho (edited audio) by FOUR BITS

Ajax (Deadpool) - Often (Kygo Remix) by The Weekend, Kygo

Jerome Valeska - WTF by HUGEL, Amber Van Day

Jerome Valeska - AIK Hockey intro by ALK 1891

Jerome Valeska - underground by Neoni

Jerome Valeska - mutiny by Neoni

Jerome Valeska - I'm good (blue) by David Guetta by Bebe Rexha

Jerome Valeska - Happier by Ed Sheeran

Jerome Valeska - Vendetta

Jerome Valeska - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Vasleska Twins - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Jeremiah Valeska - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Victor Zsasz - Oblivion

Funny Gotham Villians edit

Peter Pan - make you the one by XO-IQ

Peter Pan - Born for this by The Score

Peter Pan and Y/N - Dark horse by Katy Perry

Peter Pan and Y/N - Ignite by Alan Walker

True Blood - Godric - Again by Noah Cyrus

Avengers Edit - Centuries x heathens made by @Xichuaudios

Zod Edit - Believer by Imagine Dragons

Wonder Woman - Kings and Queens by Ava Max

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