#luella’s fics

[luellasplanet]

opposite’s attract. (aggie beever-jones)

word count: 1.9k

i think i changed the tense in this about ten times so let’s ignore that shall we x

aggie and y/n were never ever seen without each other. the duo were so similar yet so different. people often wondered how they became such good friends and later on girlfriends.

aggie was always with the boys at lunch time, jumping in the mud and leaves, creating an absolute mess of her uniform and overall being a total pain to the teachers, who were always shouting at her to behave herself.

whereas y/n was softer spoken than aggie, rather preferring to sit under the trees during lunch and talk about what she was going to do at netball later on that day or preferring to have her head stuck in a book and her head in the clouds.

the duo met on one random thursday in year three, aggie watched on from behind one of the trees as y/n gave into one of the year sevens who wanted her lunch. passing along the sandwich and chocolate bar with ease. the girls were easily a good half a foot taller than the year three so they towered over poor y/n.

from that day forward aggie vowed to be y/n’s knight in slightly muddy armour, always keeping an eye on her at lunch if she was by herself. forever standing up for y/n if someone was bullying her.

21 DECEMBER 2014

“aggie no! you wouldn’t!” the shorter girl was currently being pinned down to the bed as aggie threatened to pour the glass of water on her.

aggie was insistent that y/n had to be her defender for her in the garden, so that she could practise her shots. it was pissing down with rain and there was simply not a chance in hell that y/n would be getting sick this close to christmas.

y/n’s screaming and laughter had alerted aggie’s mother as she peered into the doorway. “aggie get off poor y/n right now.” the woman always had a soft spot for y/n, she was practically her third child after all.

grumbling under her breath, aggie flopped to the side and off of y/n, placing the glass down next to her. “dinner will be ready in five! come and set the table please.”

despite their differences in the sport they liked what the two had in common however, was their shared love for food. the duo raced down the stairs eager to eat supper.

after a more than filling meal and a very intense game of footsie under the table, tiredness starting to settle into their systems, a movie in front of the fireplace was just what was needed.

the four beever-jones’ and the honorary beever-jones all settled underneath various blankets and cushions on the two couches and love seat.

fire crackling softly, lighting the entire room is a soft orange hue while an old christmas movie played on the tv.

19 MAY 2017

today should’ve been one of the best days in y/n’s netball career, but instead after arriving at the wrong netball courts, then her team losing three out of four matches and her not being able to shoot more than five goals into the net, she was simply done with everyone and everything.

not a single word was spoken in the car on the way back to the y/l/n house, the only thing that could be heard was the soft buzz of the radio and the sound of other cars on the highway.

there was simply nothing anyone could say to make her feel better. seven months of training, for the biggest u14 netball competition, down the drain in a couple of hours was the most soul crushing experience for a fourteen year old.

the orange and pink uniform was digging into her shoulders and the seventh place certificate was placed haphazardly on the seat next to her.

y/n’s older brother tried to make a small joke but seeing the glint in her eyes he shut up immediately as he didn’t want to upset his sister even more.

the car ride was half an hour but it felt like an eternity. time didn’t feel real for y/n as she exited the car and grabbed her bag from the trunk.

taking refuge in her room when she got home, all she wanted right now was to have a nap and suddenly realise this was all a sick dream and she would wake up and all would be fine. but it wasn’t a sick dream it was a reality that she would have to face sooner or later.

loud footsteps could be heard from the staircase before her room door was roughly shoved open. “there’s my favourite netball star!” the sob that followed shortly after erased the smile from aggie’s face very quickly.

clearly no one had told her how the tournament had gone.

one look at y/n’s tear stained face and wobbly lip was the only thing that aggie needed to see before she dropped her sleepover bag on the floor and jumped onto the bed next to y/n.

“i messed up everything aggie, i’ve never seen my coach so upset with me in her entire life! i couldn’t even shoot properly and i kept getting blown for contact and stepping and-” aggie’s soothing hand on her back quickly stopped your rants. although your words were muffled because your face was smothered by the fluffy pillows, she could still make out how upset you were.

“oh y/n/n, i’m sure no one is upset with you, it’s only one tournament. i’m sure no one will remember this in a few months.” an idea struck to mind and with a teasing smile plastered on her face, aggie whispered to y/n “and besides you’ve been so busy crying you haven’t even noticed i’m sitting on your bed in my sweaty and muddy footy clothes!”

your head shot up immediately to notice that aggie was indeed sitting on your bed in her football clothes. it was tradition every saturday the two had a sleepover, rotating every week who’s house they would sleep at. “agh go shower you dickhead.”

placing a hand on her heart aggie placed a faux look of hurt on her face “you wound me y/n/n, you really do.” before getting up and going to the bathroom. where of course you had already laid out a fresh towel for aggie to use.

30 DECEMBER 2019

you had long grown out of her timid phase and was now the confident young woman your parents always told you she had to be.

your sixteenth birthday party was hopefully going to be the highlight of the entire christmas break, well besides christmas itself.

a rooftop party where none of your siblings would be present and no parents in sight sounded like the perfect idea to get a little drunk. (spoiler it wasn’t a little)

music blared out of the speaker, the base from the speakers sent shivers up everyone’s spines as they all mindlessly danced. after maybe four too many shots and a whole lot of encouragement from some out of school friends, y/n found herself in between a whole lot of sweaty bodies swaying and jumping to the music.

“i’m just heading to the bathroom quickly, i don’t feel too good.” you said to no one in particular before rushing off the dance floor and into the bathroom. the music in there was much softer and more calming, which helped with the upcoming headache forming behind your eyes.

barely managing to run into the nearest bathroom stall, back slumped against the wall as your hands gripped the porcelain toilet seat. trying to control your breathing and gain back the ability to see straight.

“y/n open the bloody door, right now!” aggie’s urgent voice and fist rattling hard against the wooden door increased the banging sensation in your head. blindly reaching up towards the lock of the door, you barely managed to turn the lock in order to let aggie into the small bathroom stall.

muttering a few curse words under her breath, aggie let herself into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind her. bending down to your eye level. “who are you? i’m not sure my girlfriend would like it if she knew i was in a bathroom stall with a stranger you know…” y/n’s vision was blurred so she couldn’t quite see that it was her so called ‘girlfriend’ next to her.

“your girlfriend mm, now who would that be?” teasing tone very evident in aggie’s voice, but of course that completely washed over y/n’s head as another wave of nausea hit.

even with your head over the toilet seat and tears prickling in the corner of your eyes you still managed to mutter out how much you loved aggie and how extremely mad your dad would be if he saw you like this.

but of course this small interaction between the two of you would not be remembered in the morning, or how you had made it home in one piece after the night's events.

you didn’t remember how aggie had to keep her arm tightly around you as the two of you walked (stumbled) across the pebble stone sidewalk, how aggie’s jacket was draped over your shoulders and most of all when aggie dropped you off at your front door. the lingering kiss that you left on the corner of aggie’s mouth which sent butterflies into the blonde’s stomach.

CURRENT DAY

all those little memories were often reminisced at family dinners with both beever-jones and y/l/n family members present.

or in hushed conversations as the sunlight started to set on the bustling city of london, soft conversations about anything new or old as the room slowly began to lighten. rustling of freshly washed sheets and quiet laughter, before feet padding against the wooden floors and music could be heard.

the sounds of the frying pan sizzling with butter and the shower being turned on full blast.

y/n and aggie worked in perfect harmony, knowing each other's schedules like the back of their hands. you were fortunate enough to have an extra twenty minutes at home before you had to leave. which meant that you assisted aggie’s getting ready.

making sure the blonde had her protein shake prepped and ready, as well as making sure that her kit bag was clean and organised.

it was simply the little things that y/n did for aggie that meant the most to her. aggie would always press a lingering kiss to your lips before leaving the apartment, never forgetting to say “bye, i love you, see you later!” before she left.

then when the two of you got home later that evening, after giving the house a bit of TLC and aggie preparing dinner for them both. you would both settle down on the couch with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs.

a movie or series on in the background as the light from the tv, light the room in a soft hue of different colours. although the routine may seem boring and tedious to some, aggie and y/n wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

the random saturday night dates, shopping on a wednesday or thursday, offering to pet sit y/n’s brother’s dogs when he was out of town and even the late night walks hand in hand to whatever destination their legs took them.

simply just y/n and aggie against the world, forever and always.

#luella’s fics #aggie beever jones #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #aggie beever jones x reader

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Well damn… can I request an Abraham imagine where he’s super possessive of the reader and sees her innocently just talking with a man so he just walks up them, slaps her on the ass and drags her to his place to have rough sex? Spitting and choking included if possible?

Sorry this has taken me so long. I hope it's to your liking!

Warnings: Discriminatory language, typical 1950s social etiquette and attitudes, spitting, choking, smut. Word count: ~1000

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

“Just one more week, Mr. Ruskin, and we’ll be off your land, I promise.” She says, keeping her tone saccharine as she lays a lingering touch upon the farmer’s arm.

Truthfully, he makes her nauseated. She sees the lecherous way his eyes linger upon her and the other women within the camp, she’s overheard the vulgar names that he and his wife use to refer to the Romani people when he thinks they’re out of earshot. However, she needs to keep him sweet, they’ve more than outstayed their welcome in his field, but have yet to secure another location to move onto. She has no intentions of sleeping with him, but if she continues to make him believe it’s a possibility then maybe, just maybe, she can convince him to allow them to stay a bit longer.

The older man scoffs, cocking an eyebrow at her. “That’s what you said last week, and the week before. I need that field for cattle, can’t very well have my cows wandering around your caravans now, can I?”

“Just one more week, please?” She moves her hand further up his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze as she does her best to flutter her eyelashes.

The darkened look that forms in his eye turns her stomach, his breath is sour upon her face as he leans in, thick, calloused fingers stroking her cheek. “Perhaps you could make it worth my while?”

“Oi! Get away from my girl!”

Shit.

Mr. Ruskin pulls hurriedly back from her as Abraham advances towards them, his axe clutched tightly in both hands. He looks between the weapon and the angry expression he currently wears, then turns and retreats back to his farmhouse.

“You’ve got twenty-four hours to vacate, gypsy scum, or I’m calling the police!” He calls over his shoulder.

She rounds on Abraham, fury causing her cheeks to blaze as she glares at him. “What did you do that for, you bloody idiot?! You’ve just cost us our place to stay!”

“You let me worry about that.” He snaps, placing the axe over his shoulder as his free hand moves to grab her by the arm and hurry her back towards the camp.

“Nothing would have happened, Abe, I was just trying to convince him to let us stay!” She protests as he marches them back towards their caravan, pushing her inside and slamming the door behind them.

“Oh really?” He sets the axe down by the door, shrugging out of his coat and untying his neckerchief. “‘Cause from where I was stood, looked like his hands were all fuckin’ over you!”

She wants to scream with frustration. She understands Abraham is the jealous type, he always has been. His ex-fiancée having an affair has made it difficult for him to trust anyone else romantically. But she needs him to understand she would never betray him like that.

“I was just trying to help. Ruskin’s been trying to turf us out for weeks.”

“That’s for me and Pal to sort. I don’t want you flirting with anyone else, you’re mine.”

She sighs, fixing her gaze upon the softness of his blue eyes. “I’m not Luella. I know I’m yours.”

He advances upon her, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at him. “Say it again.”

Heat pools between her legs as she stares up at him, taking in the sight of his pupils blown wide with lust. “I’m yours.” She whispers.

His lips descend upon hers, hot and rough and possessive as he releases her chin to bury his hand in the hair at the back of her head, the other moves to grip her hip, maneuvering her back towards the fold out bed they share.

He lays her back, his tongue sliding against her own and she feels the growing hardness of him pressing against her through his trousers as he settles on top of her. He finally breaks away from the kiss, hands frantically unfastening his belt and zip.

She is transfixed by the sight for a moment, before hurrying her own movements to ruck up her skirt and rid herself of her tights and knickers. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watches as he spits into his palm, stroking it along the length of himself.

“Lay back.” He orders huskily.

He hovers over her once she complies and she lets out a gasp at the stretch as he pushes himself inside of her. He stills once he has bottomed out, the only sounds in the caravan are their combined heavy breaths.

“Say it again.” He murmurs against the shell of her ear.

“I-I’m yours.” She breathes out.

The snarl that Abraham emits is almost feral sounding as he begins to snap his hips against hers, each bruising thrust causing the tip of his cock to nudge against the spongy spot inside of her, making her whimper and writhe beneath him.

His large hand wraps around her throat, squeezing gently as he leans down to kiss her sloppily.

“Open.” He mutters against her lips and then pulls away.

In spite of the restricted blood flow caused by his hand, she giggles, opening her mouth obediently and sticking her tongue out.

He smirks, gathering saliva in his mouth and letting it drip slowly from his lips onto her waiting tongue. He groans as he watches her swallow it, and she feels him twitch inside of her, his pace faltering as he nears his release.

“Mine.” He grunts, tightening his hold on her throat and brutally rutting into her, before spilling inside of her with a low moan.

The pulsation of him reaching his peak inside of her is the final nudge she needs to reach her own and she clenches around him with a desperate cry.

He lets go of her throat, collapsing against her and she strokes her fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair, something he is sure to gripe at her for later.

“Yours.” She utters one final time, kissing him on the temple.

He gives her a reassuring squeeze, his voice distorted by the crook of her neck. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll burn this fucking field before I let him kick us out of it. I look after what’s mine.”

#abraham #grantchester #ewan mitchell #abraham smut #abraham grantchester #abraham fan fiction #abraham fanfiction #abraham fanfic #abraham fan fic #grantchester fanfiction #grantchester fan fiction #grantchester fan fic #grantchester fanfic #grantchester smut

[megururus]

blue lock ￤ headcanons

cw : none that i can think of! fluff / stupidly random head canons :)

a/n; uhhh hiii LMFAO I HAVENT BEEN ON HERE IN SO LONG SORRY...i have no motivation to write an actual small drabble/fic so this is just a small collection of my BIG blue lock headcanons list in my notes app. i might make this just a lil thing so i can be active on here more but in a more reasonable way for myself IDK YET THO- but enjoy!

✧ rin is the type of person to listen to the beatles and be like, "name three of their songs 🤓😒" if you say you like them too

"name three of their songs, not mainstream..."

✧ nagi has one plant in each room of his apartment to talk to since he lives alone

some of their names are yuna, nora, luella, oer (?!)

✧ niko has an unhealthy amount of skincare products, he's gone through many trial and error. also, when he went to blue lock and didn't have access to them it was the end of the world for him

✧ meguru has one too many broken headphones, and when he uses wire headphones, they're so tangled to the point he has about an inch of wire (the rest is up to his chin)

✧ reo closes car doors with his hips.

✧ as a kid, karasu was the type to say, "i'm not even playing", when he was 1) the seeker or 2) the person who got found first

✧ meguru is ambidextrous (thank you for this one lani ❤︎)

✧ nagi easily gets roped in by those random game ads that are clearly a rip off, but he just gets so entertained. even if they cost money, he will mindlessly

"nagi, you don't need it-" "yes i do."

✧ tokimitsu apologizes to inanimate objects he bumps into/drops

✧ isagi always has food stuck between his teeth...☹︎

✧ kunigami claps when the plane lands

✧ isagi is 100% the type to say, "this one's for you", then COMPLETELY miss

✧ despite meguru's name literally meaning happy, buzzing bee, that boy is absolutely MORTIFIED by them (self projection ngl)

© megururus march 17, 2023

#bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock manga #blue lock #blue lock scenarios #blue lock headcanons #blue lock oneshot #manga #anime #blue lock anime #blue lock isagi #blue lock chigiri #blue lock bachira #blue lock nagi #isagi yoichi x reader #fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #headcanons #anime headcanons #bllk kunigami #bllk reo #anime x reader #megururus #megururus oneshot #megururus masterlist #megururus blog #megururus headcanons #✧ : yaya writes. #✧ : yaya talks.

[rice-enjoyer]

Like a puppet controlled by strings ; let's see what your future brings.

a/n: tartaglia hours! emotional about my 2nd favorite war criminal on this cold evening. i wanted him since i've started playing genshin, losing the 50/50 both times on his 2 banners i could wish on. the MOST self-indulgent thing i've written is this. ~0.9k words. one dash ( - ) is time skip. the fic itself is inspired by a song i was listening to, it's mostly sfw.: HMLTD - Satan, Luella & I cw: gn reader, angst to comfort/fluff. extreme jealousy, stalking and depression are mentioned. childe's also incredibly insane, and with that insanity comes how crazy he is for reader, oopsies. some diluc slander lol, actually somewhat proofread wow, sagau/creator reader, not my villain version, just a general soft one. for the most part, he and some others only hear your voice. towards the end, you get reborn in Teyvat, the usual, and it turns into fluff there.

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He has wondered many times, in every waking moment where he wasn't doing a mission. Every second, minute, day, month, year. Do they feel that same constant whisper of "wantedness" in a similar intensity? It seems that they don't. It's a steep hill, don't let it get to your head, you'll fall down - some would say to him. Being controlled unwillingly is so very awful, nothing could compare. Embracing it, however, makes it a somewhat tolerable experience, even pleasant at times. He did not care for these cautionary tales from his acquaintances. Tartaglia wanted to be possessed by you, even if he could achieve it through unethical means, he'd do anything, even murder came to mind, many many times.

What a cruel play life has made him the helpless puppet of. The first time it happened, he was not too bothered, a little kid with the name Qiqi taking his place seemed to be no big deal, especially how happy you were to get a "healer", whatever that meant. Hearing the creator's laugh through an invisible barrier was all the acolytes wanted, how far they'd go to achieve it was wildly different, depending on where they stood morality-wise. The second time was harsh on him, though. Just seething with hate and envy when Diluc showed up instead of him. How much it amplified when you were so unsatisfied with him. The disappointment in your voice when the Darknight Hero showed up instead of him. How you only started controlling him many months later, made him enraged. Not believing that this feeling could be taken to heights more towering than the peak of Dragonspine, you did voice it to another friendly sacred voice, probably a friend of yours, he'd think, explaining how much you like him. Not the others. Him. How he's your favorite and it saddens you greatly how you can't have him just yet.

He compared this experience to being stuck in the abyss at a young age. Although the battles he had to fight for you were not physical, that's why he couldn't get out of them. This prison of his own making made him so very dull to everything, compared to before hearing your voice. A curse and a blessing at the same time. Light would shine in his eyes when he'd hear you talk about anything relating to him. Or when you'd fight him. He didn't care how you always won. How you used him for "testing", how team after team, he'd fall to his knees quicker and quicker. You unknowingly bewitched him. Your power hidden underneath layers and layers of kindness and tenderness, you managed to become his new, idolized, and majestic monarch to pray to. But the days when you had other matters to attend to, other people to take care of, he was so unbearably lonely. Being stuck in a mindset that would surely hurt him in the long run.

Diluc took the insignias that were for him, it would fill Tartaglia's cold heart with some twisted form of joy when the Darknight Hero seemed so horribly flawed against him, for some reason. You reviving Diluc meant more opportunities to prove himself to you, all the better. Xingqiu jacked the artifacts, that were not his. He was doing all those "big numbers" you were chasing after. He was quite alright with those 4 swords piercing his skin multiple times, since he was supposed to make others feel that pain, therefore it was technically for him, soon to be from him. Mona stole all of the mora and the cleansing hearts that came along with saving for him. Her strength was his, no doubt about it. He will take back all that he was robbed of. Both Amos' bow and the Rust are being used by not their rightful owners, but by that dammed fox Tighnari, and the ridiculous tengu woman, Kujou Sara hoarding what is rightfully his, like greedy beasts he'd want to slain. But he couldn't, since they had his weapon, he was just staring into space, he can't do anything but endure, and he will. Anything for you.

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But after meeting you in person, being one of the last ones, the gods trying to shield you away from the hostile and immoral Fatui, you two made eye contact in Liyue. You were everything he envisioned and more. He could only follow you around in secret and from afar to a certain degree without being discovered. Never being able to get a good look at you, he was shaking with excitement when he first properly saw you. The sheer warmth of your smile and the inviting wave of your hand made him almost collapse on the spot. All that suffering before this moment was worth it. What irony, that it was Zhongli accompanying you, he was about to get defensive when seeing Tartaglia coming towards you at a steady pace. Dismissing the geo archon's wary remarks, you hold out your hands for the harbinger to hold. "It's lovely to finally meet you, Ajax." Your hands are arguably the softest thing he has ever touched, he looks up to the sky to not start crying. Holding eye contact would be too much right now, he must not show any sign of weakness, now that you two have officially met. "I don't think I can let you go" - his voice cracks, but you seemed to have overlooked it. Probably out of mercy, he assumes. - "metaphorically, of course, uhm. I apologize - " You let go of his hands to embrace him into a hug. "Neither can I, my precious knight."

#rice is writing #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact tartaglia #self aware genshin #genshin sagau x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact childe #genshin tartaglia x reader #genshin childe x reader

[t1oui]

my headcanons for the next gen kids and their houses (+ ocs) going by age, partly because i need a list to keep track of it and partly because this sounded fun to make. i might link to the headcanon/intro/whatever pages i make for characters as i make them.

potter/weasley/etc. kids

teddy lupin-black* - he/him (?), hufflepuff, age 23. plays chaser in quidditch and was a prefect & head boy at school.

victoire weasley - she/her, ravenclaw, age 21. plays seeker and was prefect & head girl at school.

roxanne weasley - she/her, gryffindor, age 17. plays beater & is gryffindor team captain as well as head girl. she was a prefect.

fred weasley ii - he/him, gryffindor, age 17. plays chaser.

james sirius potter - he/they, gryffindor, age 17. plays chaser & is a prefect.

dominique weasley - she/her, ravenclaw, age 16.

albus rubeus potter** - he/they, slytherin, age 15. plays seeker.

rose granger-weasley - she/her, ravenclaw, age 14. eventual head girl and prefect.

lucy weasley-wood - she/her, ravenclaw, age 14. plays beater and eventually becomes team captain.

lily luna potter - she/her, gryffindor, age 14. plays seeker.

louis weasley - he/him, ravenclaw, age 14. eventual prefect.

skye weasley-wood - he/they, hufflepuff, age 12. eventual prefect and head boy.

katie weasley-wood - she/her, slytherin, age 11. eventually plays beater, then seeker, and also becomes team captain & prefect.

hugo granger-weasley*** - he/they (?), gryffindor, age 11. eventually plays chaser for gryffindor.

*my personal headcanon for teddy is that his biological mum is still tonks, but his dad was an unknown muggle who is thought to have died during the war. remus and sirius both survive and adopt teddy after tonks dies.

**i changed albus’s middle name from severus to rubeus because i feel like it just makes more sense. (i chose rubeus, not remus, because remus is already teddy’s middle name).

***this post is following a (mostly) canon compliant au where hugo is 3 years younger than rose, but in the main fic i’m plotting, hugo is actually only a year younger than her and may also be in a different house (most likely ravenclaw)

non-wotter kids

scorpius malfoy - he/him, ravenclaw, age 15. a prefect. scorpius is albus’s boyfriend and is lorcan and lysander’s second cousin.*

henry thomas-finnigan - he/him, ravenclaw, age 14. beater and eventual head boy, but not a prefect. the eldest of dean and seamus’s two kids, and the eventual boyfriend of lucy. rn he’s just friends with lucy, rose, and lily.

lysander longbottom** - they/them, slytherin, age 14. has played beater and chaser. lysander is the more energetic of the twins, and they eventually start dating louis. is a seer like luna.

lorcan longbottom** - he/they, ravenclaw, age 14. seeker. probably would’ve been prefect their 5th year but louis and rose were instead. he’s the more responsible of the longbottom twins. is a seer like luna.

luella thomas-finnigan - she/her, gryffindor, age 11. eventual beater and gryffindor team captain. luella is dean and seamus’s youngest kid and henry’s little sister. she’s friends with hugo, katie, and ivan scamander.

ivan scamander*** - he/they, hufflepuff, age 11. eventual prefect & head boy. ivan is childhood friends with luella as they grew up in the same magical neighborhood. he’s friends with her, katie, and hugo and might end up dating hugo someday.

*i kept a headcanon from my main fic in this post: xenophilius lovegood is lucius malfoy’s disowned brother, making luna and draco first cousins. this therefore means scorpius is lorcan and lysander’s second cousin.

**in canon, luna ends up with rolf scamander, but i ship nuna so i decided to have the twins be hers and neville’s instead, which is why their last name is longbottom and not scamander.

***since neville ends up with hannah abbott in canon, in this fic i switched it so neville ends up with luna and rolf and hannah end up together, and made ivan up as the child of rolf and hannah.

(some of my) other ocs

zayne mandel - he/him, hufflepuff, age 17. plays keeper and is hufflepuff’s team captain. head boy while roxanne is head girl, despite not being a prefect. he is known for being a strict but good captain (and head boy) and is dating ravenclaw’s captain, aisley.

danna hile - she/her, hufflepuff, age 15. beater and prefect. danna is friends with albus, scorpius, ciera, and aubrey.

aubrey banet - she/her, slytherin, age 14. beater. aubrey is friends with scorpius, albus, danna, and ciera, and friendly with louis, lorcan, and lysander. she and ciera are best friends.

ciera poinsette - she/her, hufflepuff, age 14. beater. ciera is friends with albus, scorpius, aubrey, and ciera, and she (like aubrey) is also friendly with louis, lorcan, and lysander. she and aubrey are best friends.

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #hp #harry potter next generation #hp next gen #albus severus potter #james sirius potter #lily luna potter #a lot more that i can’t be bothered to tag #harry potter ocs #harry potter next gen ocs

[xxsugarbonesxx]

just thought id make this known i do have names for y/n and miguels kids i just use a different amount of them depending on what kind of fic im writing ive already used luella and esther but the valentines special im working on only includes gabriela and esther i kinda have a floating timeline some things might be connected and some not it depends on how much i want to use my brain on that day some fics have kids some none some with different names and stuff

but anyway this is what i imagine baby esther looks like :]

yes its baby moana i just imagine her when i think of the baby <333

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #domestic miguel #writing #fics #fluff

[your-local-uwu-artist]

HUGE doodle/art i havnt posted yet dump!

random blueberry

based on this fic all of the authors tadc fics are top tier i lowkey wanna make comic adaptations of them lmao

to kiss the homies goodnight with

miku sketches

oc! her name is crumpette sugar blossom she's super cheerful and nice unless if others are mean to each other than she will explode

novi stars una verse redesign! (plus what if goregous bjd-esque dolls) I did actually share this at one point cause i needed help deciding the skirt color (shout out to @/the-anxious-axolotl for the advice that decided what I went with :3) anyway! I wanted to really go with the 'diva' theme plus make her more alien, I decided that all the additional little moon like gemstones are extra eyes fndkja. and I think she'd have those like: shiny tinsel strands in her hair. and I also think her hair would be rooted and not a wig: but it could work either way. anyway: her skirts a super sparkly tule material and the beads are permantly attached to the skirt and shirt. the earings i think are glued on too but the headband tiara thing would be removable. also her skin would be like, dusted with sparkly white freckles <3

ari roma novi stars redesign: tbh I have mixed feelings on how this one came out. I iike a lot of the concepts but something bout it looks... messy? unfinished? I think it justs needs a little polish and maybe I'll do that at some point. anyway, I really wanted to keep her original hair (they're called afro puffs I think??) and the one super long strand. I thought it'd be fun if they were all decked out with hair clips and bows and a decora amount of accesories lmao.

one last novi stars thing! the base for all the bases!

random character design: I really like designing vampires <33

precure redraws of official art

i have litterally SO MANY thumbnail sketches these are just a few

sketches of some redesigns of ocs from an old concept for a series. I call it 'kowai kawaii' and it's about weeb supernatural creatures being silly. the main trio is Maybelle the ghost, Luella the vampire, and Okami the werewolf. Maybelle leans into the dark comedy side, she died at a young age and is very much like, a fucked up little ghost child. shes very cruel and enjoys others suffering. actually shes a little bit like jax from tadc lmao. Luella is super energetic and happy go lucky. she also writes fanfic. Okami is an amnesiac and a cosplyer as a play on the phrase 'wolf in sheeps clothing'

MUTEKINOEGAODEARASUMEDAI FNDSJKFS a continuation of those 'me if i was a cover artist' drawings

my dad asked me to draw 'hefty smurf as a demon slayer' idk man: but who am I to disappoint? next thing you know I'll draw smurfette as nezuko

#yumehocshi #kyukyudraws

[putawayurhalo]

The Eras (Tour) Masterlist | A One-Shot series

HEY HI HELLO I’M BEING AMBITIOUS AND BECAUSE I’M POSTING THIS I HAVE TO COMMIT TO IT! Okayyyyy sooooooo, I wanted to do a series of one shots (possible two/three parters) based on Taylor’s setlist for the Eras Tour because my mind was working a million miles an hour at Opening Night when I was in that stadium watching her 🧍🏻‍♀️ Originally these were all going to be Steve Harrington x Reader fics but I’m opening it up to Ethan Landry - the other baby girl coded man of my life currently! If you guys want to send an ask with who you want to see with which song (minus the ones I already planned out) from this list you totally can I’m open to suggestions!

Also I skipped two songs - majorie because I feel like it’s too personal of a song to Taylor to write a fic based on it and Lover because everytime I listen to that song I sob thinking about my beloved Luella. OKAY I’M DONE BLABBING NOW MUAH! 😗✌️ Have this moodboard for how y’all will be feeling with a majority of these fics because I’m an angsty babe!

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Ethan Landry x Reader ; Steve Harrington x Reader

Cruel Summer - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Man - Steve Harrington x Reader

The Archer - Ethan Landry x Reader

Fearless - Steve Harrington x Reader

You Belong With Me - Steve Harrington x Reader

Love Story - Steve Harrington x Reader

‘tis the damn season - Ethan Landry x Reader

no body, no crime -

willow - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

champagne problems - Ethan Landry x Reader

tolerate it - Ethan Landry x Reader

… Ready For It? - Ethan Landry x Reader

Delicate - Ethan Landry x Reader

Don’t Blame Me - Ethan Landry x Reader

Look What You Made Me Do - Ethan Landry x Reader

Enchanted - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

Long Live - Steve Harrington x reader

22 - Steve Harrington x Reader

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Steve Harrington x Reader

I Knew You Were Trouble

All Too Well - Ethan Landry x Reader

Nothing New -

invisible string - Steve Harrington x Reader

the 1 - Ethan Landry x Reader

betty - Steve Harrington x Reader

august - Steve Harrington x Reader

illicit affairs - Ethan Landry x Reader

my tears ricochet - Ethan Landry x Reader (I have a very specific plot in mind with this one)

cardigan - Ethan Landry x Reader

Style - Steve Harrington x Reader

Blank Space - Steve Harrington x Reader; Ethan Landry x Reader

Shake It Off - Steve Harrington x Reader

Wildest Dreams - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

Bad Blood - Ethan Landry x Reader

Lavender Haze

Anti-Hero

Midnight Rain

Bejeweled

Vigilante Shit - Ethan Landry x Reader

Mastermind

Karma

Bonus Fics - All the bonus songs Taylor plays from the different nights!

mirrorball - Ethan Landry x Reader

Tim McGraw - Steve Harrington x Reader

this is me trying - Ethan Landry x Reader

State of Grace - Ethan Landry x Reader

Our Song - Steve Harrington x Reader

Snow on the Beach - Ethan Landry x Reader

cowboy like me - Steve Harrington x Reader

White Horse - Ethan Landry x Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic - Ethan Landry x Reader

Ours - Steve Harrington x Reader

Death By A Thousand Cuts - Ethan Landry x Reader

Clean - Steve Harrington x Reader

Jump Then Fall - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Lucky One - Steve Harrington x Reader

Speak Now - Steve Harrington x Reader

Treacherous - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Great War - Ethan Landry x Reader

You’re on Your Own, Kid - Steve Harrington x Reader - with hints of platonic!Eddie Munson x Reader and platonic!Robin Buckley x Reader

mad woman - Steve Harrington x Reader (i know this would probably fit the scream universe better but i wanna challenge myself)

Mean - Ethan Landry x Reader (trust the process)

Wonderland - Ethan Landry x Reader

You’re Not Sorry

A Place in this World

Today Was A Fairytale

Begin Again

Cold As You

The Other Side of the Door

Coney Island

High Infidelity

Gorgeous

I Bet You Think About Me

How You Get the Girl

Sparks Fly

Teardrops on my Guitar

Out of the Woods

Fifteen

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

Mine

gold rush

Come Back… Be Here

Forever & Always

This Love

Hey Stephen - Steve Harrington x Reader

Should’ve Said No

Better Man

Question…?

Invisible

I Think He Knows

Red

Getaway Car

Maroon

Holy Ground

False God

Welcome to New York

I Wish You Would

the lakes

You All Over Me

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

Hits Different

The Moment I Knew

Haunted

I Almost Do

All You Had to Do Was Stay

Breathe

Mr. Perfectly Fine

The Last Time

seven

The Story of Us

Paper Rings

If This Was A Movie

Dear John

Daylight

I’m Only Me When I’m With You

evermore

ivy

* I Miss You, I’m Sorry

Call It What You Want

#Ethan Landry x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #I MIGHT ADD MORE MEN AND WOMEN WHO KNOWS I MIGHT DO SOME ROBIN FICS BESTIES!

[kikifan21]

Ghost Hunt headcanons

Yasuhara loves dramas and soap operas. He gets really into the plot.

Lin is surprisingly good with babies. Even though he wasn't good with the children at the church when they investigated it for Christmas, for some reason babies love him. They always fall asleep on him or stop crying once they see him.

Masako always loved the ballet Swan Lake. When she was little we wanted to take ballet so she could act it out. With her rising fame, she never got the chance.

John is the second youngest of 5. He has 2 older brothers, 1 older sister, and 1 younger sister.

Ayako is a beast at darts. Monk still can't beat her.

Monk prefers coffee over tea.

Mai hasn't had her hair cut professionally since she started living on her own. Michiru cuts it for her.

Naru is somewhere on the spectrum. Not exactly sure where but he is and he also has inattentive ADHD. He self medicates with tea, which is why Mai is always making it.

Madoka has taken it upon herself to try and teach Naru in the art of wooing a woman (namely Mai). From self help books, to advice columns, to blogs and vlogs, she's used them all to absolutely no success and Naru's utter annoyance.

When Luella met Mai for the first time after her and Naru started dating, Luella didn't like her very much. Not to say that she hated the young psychic, but Luella had already lost one son to Japan, she wasn't willing to lose another. She warmed up to the idea after seeing Naru and Mai interact on a case in England.

Once, Yasuhara took John and Monk to a karaoke bar (even though he couldn't drink yet) got the two of them drunk and has video evidence of them singing Piano Man by Billy Joel.

Masako's mother is her manager. Though, she's not really sure she can call her "mother" anymore.

Lin may be a man of fewer words than Naru, but that doesn't stop him from updating Madoka on the soap opera that is the young manager and his younger assistant's budding romance. (romance being used lightly here lol)

Ayako is a closet anime nerd. Not at the Otaku level but she is a casual fan, never talks about it though.

...

Just some headcanons from Ghost Hunt. A lot of these are from my fics Dangerous Souls and The Haunt Continues. What headcanons for these guys do you have?

#ghost hunt anime #ghost hunt manga #ghost hunt fanfic #mai taniyama #kazuya shibuya #oliver davis #luella davis #madoka mori #monk #houshou takigawa #ayako matsuzaki #john brown #lin koujo #masako hara #spr #shibuya psychic research #headcanons #ghost hunt anime headcanons #dangerous souls

[radiowrites]

Ten Random Lines

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @radio-chatter! Thanks so much. This one looks fun!

Tagging: @writercorianarose @thedemoninthecorner @dreams-of-kalopsia @shesailsships @eyeliner-vampire @alonelyturtle @goneahead @csakuras and anyone else with fanfics they want to play this game with!

Ah, nothing like finding an error in a years old fic when doing a tag game...

Anyway, on to the lines. I jumped all around with the ages of the fics, and tried to do so with the fandoms, but if you are familiar with my works, you know that Ghost Hunt will dominate the list.

House of Memories / Fandom: Memorist (k-drama)

We’re not that close, she had told him, even if it had been slightly in jest. She had no right to watch over his restless slumber.

2. Day One / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

Only Mai could recognize the slight hitch of emotion in his voice.

3. Fix Me / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

“What do I need to do? Give over some blood, recite some spells?”

4. Unchained Melody / Fandom: Tale of the Nine Tailed (k-drama)

The moment broke when the music on her phone changed to something harsh and jarring.

5. The Last of the Real Ones / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

Luella told Eugene she believed him, of course. Mainly because she knew Oliver wouldn’t mess up his room for a prank. But no, she had not felt it.

6. Rebel Just For Kicks / Fandom: Final Fantasy XV (game)

Noctis pulled the truck to the side and went around the car. Ignis could see the fear-stricken faces of the passengers within.

7. A Noble Vow / Fandom: Pandora Hearts (manga)

She didn’t want to fall into another stupor and risk saying something stupid again.

8. Lost in the Echo / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

He dropped her off about a block from her home, and they never saw each other again.

9. Champagne / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

Why he had wandered down the liquor aisle in the first place was a good question.

10. Winter Bird / Fandom: Ghost Hunt (manga)

Taka and Chiaki had always treated her kindly – maybe a little awestruck, but they never put her on a pedestal, never confined her to a cage.

#ghost hunt #tale of the nine tailed #fanfiction #ten random lines #radiowrites #raisedonradio

[houseofthewolves]

And here's a tease of some of the pairings for the fics to come, cause who doesn't like a juicy ship?? 😏

Luella Lannister x Robb Stark

Lyarra Snow x Theon Greyjoy

Anea Arryn x Oberyn Martell

Breena Baratheon x Jon Snow

#game of thrones fic #got fanfiction #robb stark x oc #theon greyjoy x oc #oberyn martell x oc #jon snow x oc

[luellasplanet]

18. (georgia stanway)

word count: 1.3k

this is a stanners fanpage now btw xx

based on anabor’s song ‘18’

in which matching tattoos end a friendship but spark a relationship

You had met Georgia at the mere age of twelve, been best friends since thirteen, and had done everything together since fourteen. “Troublemakers since the beginning” as your mum would say.

You two stole a bottle of her mums wine, at fourteen, and finished the bottle in a random feild. Stole your older sisters makeup and gave eachother makeovers infront of your bathroom mirror at fourteen and a half. Hijacked their fishing boat for a midnight boat ride, at fifteen, when on holiday with the stanway family, Gave each other food poisoning at fifteen and a half after a not so great reenactment of ‘The Great British Bake-off.’

And at sixteen the two of you made the stupid decision to get matching tattoos, forging your parent’s signatures and stealing some money out their wallets, the two of you headed off into Manchester.

You had gotten a tattoo on your collarbone while Georgia opted to get one on her rib, both of the tattoos could be easily hidden from the view of your parents.

Both of your tattoos read ‘troublemaker,’ written in each others handwriting.

i know it’s just a phase

you’re not in love with me

The two of you had managed to keep your tattoos hidden from everyone, you often spent nights in eachother rooms while Georgia left hickeys scattered in a trail, starting on your neck and making its way down until they were littered around your tattoo.

It was merely fun for the both of you, no feelings, purely just friendship with a little bit of kissing here and there.

As you started to fall asleep your fingers delicately traced her tattoo, while your legs were entangled together. No words were exchanged as your touch sent shivers up her spine. Your shirt was lifted slightly which allowed for the side of your stomach to be pressed agasint hers, the skin grazing against skin made your heart beat slightly faster than normal.

Regardless of how many boyfriends or girlfriends the two of you had, somehow you always found yourself in this position, time and time again.

so if you wanna piss off your parents

One night while Georgia was away on a football camp she calls you extremely panicked, at around one in the morning, “what’s wrong stanners?” You question as you rub your eyes trying to adjust to the very little lighting the stars and moon offered.

“My parents saw my tattoo! Well erm they didn’t actually see it. Lessi saw it, and then just asked me about it as my parents came round the corner. And they heard and fuck y/n, they’re so pissed.” She quietly told you, although you were surprised that the brunette had managed to keep her voice quiet for more than ten seconds, you couldn’t focus on that. “Shit, they’re gonna hate me,” you mutter. “What did you tell them?”

Your voice came out in shaky tones as you tried to control your racing. Millions of thoughts flew into your head at once.

What if you weren’t allowed to see Georgia again? What if her mum hated you? Or her dad, or her brothers? Would she ever invite you round for tea again? Would her mum tell yours? Were you never going to be allowed to see your bestfriend again, just because of a stupid tattoo?

“Y/n? You there?” The voice of the brunette on the other end of the line broke you out of your train of thought. “Mhm, yeah you were saying?”

She paused before answering, “erm, well I told them that we had matching tattoos and now they’re just a little mad… but it’s fine they’ll get over it. I hope.”

Your worst fears were coming true, Georgia’s parents definitely despised you. They’re sweet innocent child had been influenced by you to get matching tattoos.

When your parents found out about the tattoo, they banned you from seeing Georgia again. Claiming that they’re daughter could not be seen walking around with ink splotches engraved on her body.

You had to wait to see her at school on Mondays, but after awhile her appearances at school became less and less frequent, until she barely ever showed up to school as she was too busy with football.

You watched her footballing journey from the sidelines, instead of being there to support her.

There was a little piece of you that would always resent your parents for overreacting about the tattoo to this extent.

Of course, ignoring your parents wishes you got more tattoos. On your ankle, neck, wrist, spine and behind your ear. But you kept them all hidden away from your parents sight with the best of your abilities.

if long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you’re in luck

Your hair was carelessly placed in a messy low pony tail, showing off the tattoo on the back of your ear and neck, while your denim shorts and cropped shirt showed off the tattoos on your collarbone, spine and wrist.

You were watching Georgia’s game, along with some of your classmates. Lotte, who you’d had the many encounters with in the past pointed you out to Georgia as they warmed up. You offered the girls watching you a smile and a little wave as they focused back on the task at hand.

When the long game that had eventually gone into penalties was over, Georgia finds comfort in your arms, as your chin rests on her head until she was finally ready to let go, “come back to mine please, my parents aren’t here for the weekend and my brothers won’t care?” She asks looking up at you, although her arms never left their tight grip on your waist. “You look really pretty today by the way, I like the new tattoos.”

You laughed at her before telling her that, “flattery will get you no where my girl, but yes I’ll come over. I’ll just tell my parents I’m staying and Emilia’s house.”

date me to scare them

The two of you were sprawled out on her bed, after eating random leftovers you had found in the Stanway fridge you decided to watch a movie underneath the comfort of her duvet cover.

What was watching a movie turned into you reading a book, holding it with your one hand, while you mindlessly twirled Georgia’s hair in your other hand.

Holding the book and turning its pages with one hand was extremely difficult but you didn’t mind as you could feel Georgia’s breathe fanning against your neck as she read the book over your shoulder.

The peace was disturbed as she softly spoke, careful not to startle you due to the close proximity. “Be my girlfriend y/n, I can’t go on acting like not being able to see you is not affecting me. I’ll treat you better than anyone else I promise.”

You smile at her little speech before turning to face her, “but what about our parents? They’ll absolutely kill us if they find out I’m at your house right now, let alone the fact that we’re dating!”

Completely ignoring the first part of your sentence, georgias attention was focused on the last part. “So we are dating then! Perfect it’s settled, no further comments are allowed!”

Her random energetic behaviour was not unusual in the slightest but her smile literally could light up a whole room as she happily snuggled into your side, placing a kiss against your collarbone (where your tattoo was) before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

#woso #woso x reader #football #england #england lionesses #georgia stanway x reader #georgia stanway imagine #luella’s fics

[dollvi3e]

Faye Naxe

face claim • danielle rose russell

house • gryffindor

love interest • draco malfoy

fic • dancing in the dark

Winter Cycad

face claim • billie lourd

house • ravenclaw

love interest • bill weasley

fic • every rose has its thrones

Luella Tonks

face claim • tuppence middleton

house • hufflepuff

love interest • fred weasley

fic • the truth we tell. [and lies we hide.]

Love Riddle

face claim • ella purnell

house • ravenclaw

love interest • george weasley

fic • legacy of the fallen

Halley Potter

face claim • sophie turner

house • gryffindor

love interest • ron weasley

fic • silver lies, golden truth

Zinnia Fiddlerwood

face claim • avi lake

house • hufflepuff

love interest • neville longbottom

fic • the cost of war

Verda Marble

face claim • savannah lee smith

house • slytherin

love interest • cedric diggory

fic • isn't it lovely

[gwenpendragns]

children of war.

in order of appearance: luella lupin, bill weasley, liz tuttle, barnaby lee, nymphadora tonks, penny haywood

taglist: @ahsokatonas, @emiliachrstine, @freakingbradleys, @fleetwoodmcs, @perfectlystiles, @lizziesxltzmxn, @villanele, @daisyjohvson, @ocfairygodmother, @aaudace, @julianblackthcrns, @richitozier, @megdonnellys, @anotherunreadblog, @kendelias, @moirei, @luucypevensie, @chlobenet, @eddysocs, @phoebestarks

#fyeahharrypotterocs #ouch i hurt myself with this one #this took so much time but im quite proud of it #fic: eurydice #oc: luella #bill weasley #liz tuttle #barnaby lee #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #luella lupin x bill weasley #liz tuttle x barnaby lee #penny haywood x nymphadora tonks #ochub #ocappreciation #**ocs #allaboutocs #toalltheocsivelovedbefore #pococs

[t1oui]

what's up tumblr (yet another blog intro)

i've decided to redo this post itself every time i want to make a new intro instead of making a new post :)

hi everyone, i'm tas, and i post a lot of hp stuff

note: everything in bold is either a favorite of mine or something important

hey everyone :) you can call me tloui or tas. my pronouns are he/it. i'm aroace. idk if there's much else to say there lol

i don't post about much other than harry potter on here, but i do have other interests (of course). my favorite musical artists are ajr, troye sivan, and tate mcrae. my favorite movies are vengeance (2022) and moneyball. my favorite books are red, white & royal blue, the catcher in the rye, project nought, and this was our pact. i also really like all the riordianverse books (and i do actually reblog things about pjo on a regular basis). lastly, my favorite colors are blue, green, yellow, pink, and red, which you can probably tell from the banner image and dividers i made for this post.

as for what i post myself, it's harry potter. just harry potter. (yk... minus that one tbosas post). i despise both jkr and pretty much all canon events (it was a canon event) so if you ship almost any canon ship, you're probably out of luck here. (i do ship some canon ships [cough cough drastoria and jily cough cough] but i almost never post about them anyway lol)

my favorite character is percy weasley and i post about him a lot. i'm a slytherin percy weasley truther all the way and love perciver (it's one of my otps) so if you ever wanna chat about percy (or penelope, oliver, and marcus) i'm here :)

even though my favorite character is percy, most of my fics & fic ideas are set in the marauders era. i'll also write some next gen stuff occasionally, and while i have a ton of ocs for next gen, the ones i reference most are lucy, skye, and katie (perciver oc kids) and henry and luella (deamus oc kids).

out of all ships, i write jegulus the most. even if it isn't the main ship, it's featured in a lot of my fics & wips

⋆ first and foremost, you can find my ao3 here! ⋆ note: fics with a ★ next to them are part of my series as it should be, which is a group of unrelated oneshots in muggle and/or no voldemort aus.

i slam the door and i'm on my way - jegulus, wip, teen and up. currently 3 chapters and 6.8k. ↳ regulus joins sirius at james's house during his sixth year. together, james, regulus, sirius, and the rest of their friends (both the gryffindor crew and the slytherin skittles) work together to bring voldemort down.

if you stayed - jegulus, complete, general. oneshot, 5k. ★ ↳ regulus leaves his family for good and stays with james and harry while he gets back on his feet in exchange for him looking after harry while james works. regulus is sure james is going to make him leave when the summer ends and harry goes back to school, but this might not be the case after all.

one big family - multi, complete, general. oneshot, 1.3k. ★ ↳ harry celebrates his eleventh birthday with his parents, his sister luna, and their friend neville. a no voldemort au with background jegulus, pandalily, and more :)

not quite bright - penelope clearwater & percy weasley, complete, teen and up. oneshot, 1.8k. ↳ a oneshot with penelope & percy where they're pushed to the sidelines, nobody quite understands them, and the world kinda sucks, but maybe that's ok. basically just queerplatonic (& very neurodivergent coded) penelope/percy.

home at last - jegulus, complete, general. oneshot, 352 words ★ ↳ the ao3 version of this tumblr post i made :) just a fluffy little jegulus microfic about how they got together

as a last note, while i do post almost exclusively harry potter stuff on here, i do make my own stories, and a lot of them. i've only made one post about my original work on here, but i might make more if i feel like it, so i thought i'd add a small section talking about basic bits of my original wips

tsbom - tsbom is the world where i put any character that exists in our world, aka a world without magic or fantasy elements. the characters live across the us, but they're all connected somehow. (this is the universe that my one oc post has come from).

tlotlk + the realms - the realms is the wip as a whole, and tlotlk is the first book, which i'm currently in the process of writing. this series follows a boy as he becomes a knight & falls in love with the prince of the kingdom he's protecting :)

twoa, tcon, ion, & bote - these wips all take place in the same universe, which is also collectively called twoa. this is a universe where gods exist and different human/humanoid people are spread throughout the universe. earth shows up a few times, but isn't the main focus of the series. almost all characters are gods, demigods, or mages, but there are also a few other magical beings & mortals mixed in.

tcor - a story about a girl falling into a world she doesn't belong in with few memories and the knowledge that something is after her. (no it's not horror lol). with the help of a few friends, she's determined to get to the bottom of the mystery and fend off whatever's hunting her down.

beachside - ten kids end up in a replica of their hometown, except they're alone and this version of it is considerably more hostile. just a lot of found family honestly.

these aren't all my wips, but they're the majority of them, as well as the ones i work on the most. while it may not be mentioned in the summaries i gave here, all of them are queer & include romance, usually multiple romances. (i may be aroace, but i write a lot of romance.)

thanks to everyone who read through this whole post :) hope yall enjoyed it.

if anyone ever wants to talk about hp/the marauders, my dms are always open! i'm a multishipper to the core so i promise you we will find some common ground

see yall around :)

#blog intro #harry potter fandom #harry potter #hp fandom #tumblr intro

[kitsunix]

Title: Who Likes Gherkins?

Chapter: 2/???

Fandom: Scream Street

Pairing: BatShift (Resus Negative/Dixon Sneer), one-sided Shifting Sands (Dixon Sneer/Cleo Farr), one-sided Blood Magic/Magical Blood (Luella Everwell/Resus Negative)

Characters: Resus Negative, Dixon Sneer, Cleo Farr, Luke Watson, Luella Everwell, Dr. Skully, Otto Sneer, NoName, Farp, Eefa’s Bat (mentioned)

Rating: T (for somewhat suggestive content)

Summary: In which Resus notices a pattern, and all signs point to his troubles having only just begun.

Word Count: 3603 words

A/N: Finally, after eight months of writer’s block and struggling with this nebulous mess of a chapter, Chapter Two of Who Likes Gherkins? is up! Apologies for the delay; hopefully the remaining chapters are nowhere near as difficult. ^^; Enjoy!

At first everything seemed normal. Wake up, go to school, go to Eefa’s, put up with the mayor’s bat guano… the usual routine. It was like that whole incident with the cloak never happened.

Oh, but that would imply fate was being kind to Resus… and it’s never been inclined to do that.

***

“Resus, are you sure you’ve added enough sugar? I don’t think you’ve passed the saturation point yet.”

Resus rolled his eyes at Cleo’s comment as he added another spoonful of sugar to his double hot chocolate with marshmallows. “If you can name me one thing that wouldn’t benefit from a little more sugar, I’d like to hear it.”

Cleo shook her head and took a sip of her own hot chocolate. Luke, who was sitting beside her, had already downed half of his.

They heard Eefa’s bat squeak, and Dixon walked into the store and over to the shelves, grabbing a shopping basket on his way. Luke and Cleo barely spared him a glance before returning to the topic at hand.

“I dunno, Resus, I think this hot chocolate’s great the way it is,” Luke said as he took another enthusiastic gulp. “And you said Luella made this?”

“Hm?” Resus’ attention was drawn away from where Dixon was pulling various small jars off the shelf and back to his friends. “Oh. Oh yeah, it’s one of her specialties.”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is…” Cleo smirked, raising an eyebrow at Resus, who cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’m gonna order another one. How about you guys?” With that, Luke polished off the rest of his mug.

“I’m barely a third of the way through. And I don’t think Resus is finished seasoning his, yet.”

“Shows what you know,” Resus snarked as he finally took a sip.

“Which is just about everything.” Cleo watched as Resus added one more spoonful of sugar to his hot chocolate, then took another sip.

“There. Now it’s perfect.”

As Luke and Cleo chuckled to themselves, Dixon strolled past their booth on his way to the door, carrying a full bag of purchases in one arm. His other hand trailed lazily across the tabletop, starting near Luke and Cleo’s side of the table and ending at Resus’, before he passed them completely and went out the front door.

The trio was left in confused silence.

“So…” Luke finally broke the silence. “… is anybody gonna ask what that was about?”

“Beats me.”

“I have no idea.”

***

“Thank you, Farp, for your… enlightening project on the effect certain foods have on a goblin’s digestion system,” was the weary comment from Dr. Skully as he opened a window for some fresh air. The rest of the class were either holding their noses or waving the air in front of their faces.

Farp bowed to the class with one last toot, and carried his one-page essay, chart, and bowl half-filled with garlic (for once Resus was glad not to be a vampire), cheese, (raw) brussels sprouts, a half-eaten loaf of bread, and an empty can of beans to his seat in the back of the class.

“Next up is… Dixon, and his project on the biological mechanics behind a shape-changer’s… shape-changing, as it were.” Dr. Skully sat back in his seat, already bringing out his red pen.

As Dixon strolled past his desk to the front of the class, Resus noticed in his hand another single-page essay… one with words covering only half the page. Facing the class, Dixon made a big show of standing up straight and clearing his throat, as if he were the President of G.H.O.U.L. himself, ready to give a speech, even giving his “essay” a shake to straighten it out. Resus couldn’t help but smirk…

“Now, I’m gonna make this quick, so some of you don’t enjoy the view too much…”

And for a brief second, his eyes met Resus’, before returning to the essay he obviously hadn’t memorized.

Resus blinked. Did he just…? He didn’t just say what he thought he said… did he? Resus felt the blood rising to his cheeks and was thankful for the white makeup he always wore to look paler than he really was.

No. No, no, no, it was nothing. It had to have been nothing… he was just getting paranoid, that whole thing with the cloak this past weekend had him seeing things that weren’t there. He was overreacting…

Before long, it was time for Resus to deliver his own project on the relationship between vampires and bats, including how they were able to change into bats specifically. As he began reading his essay aloud, he couldn’t help but look over at Dixon in what he hoped was a subtle manner.

Not that it mattered… Dixon wasn’t even paying attention to him or his project, which was admittedly normal for him. Almost as if that little comment really didn’t mean anything, or indeed was even referring to him. Instead, he was tossing a crumpled piece of paper at the back of Cleo’s head, then feigning innocence when she turned around to glare at him. Once she turned her attention to the front of the class again, he propped his chin in his hand and sighed dreamily…

“Resus, if you could continue?”

Resus was brought back to Earth by Dr. Skully’s sharp reminder (and the muffled snickers of the other students, except maybe Luella), and he glanced down at his essay to see it had been crumpled by him gripping it too tightly. Huh. How did that happen…?

***

The song had no lyrics yet—all he had was a melody. Or at least, the beginnings of a melody. He knew the emotions he wanted his song to convey, and he was trying to express them through the strumming of his guitar. Trying random chords until he struck one that resonated with him. Put them into a pattern… then put his emotions to paper.

That’s what he was doing before a slow clap interrupted him. He turned towards the doorway…

“GAH! How did you get in my room?! What are you doing in my house?!”

Dixon ducked the sneaker thrown at his head. “Your dad tried to fix the sink again and your mom wasn’t taking any chances. Anyway, your shower isn’t leaking blood anymore. You’re welcome for that.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question of what are you doing in my room?!”

“I heard a racket and came to make sure a screech owl wasn’t being tortured. Animal abuse is worth a hefty fine.”

Resus could almost hear the steam coming out of his ears. “Get out of my room!”

Dixon put a hand to his chin in mock contemplation. “Hmm… nah. Gotta do something while your parents test all the water fixtures in the house. And NoName isn’t the best company. Besides… we’ve got stuff to talk about.”

Resus huffed, before deliberately focusing his attention back on his guitar. “Well, that makes one of us, because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really~?” Dixon leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and that smirk on his face. “So, we’re just gonna ignore that picture you took of me?”

“Yup.” Resus started tuning his guitar. “I took pictures of everyone on that field trip. I had a new camera. Yours wasn’t special.”

“Your cloak would beg to differ.”

Resus faltered for a second, before forcing himself to continue tuning. “My cloak was just having a laugh at my expense. I think you’ve noticed it has a mind of its own.”

"I noticed. And you said only Negatives can use it… sounds to me like Bram wants me in the family!"

“Bram, wh—” Resus stopped tuning altogether and stared incredulously at Dixon. “You named my cloak?!”

Dixon shrugged. “What? He looked like a Bram. And he’s part of this family, too~”

“Shut up. You are not part of this family.”

“Not yet~”

“Not ever. The cloak doesn’t know what it’s talking about!”

“So, you admit it’s seeing a connection here.” Dixon’s near-constant smirk now held a glimmer of triumph. Resus growled and returned to tuning his guitar… only for the string to snap. Resus clenched his teeth, barely holding in his anger.

“There’s no connection here!” As he spoke, he reached into his cloak for a spare guitar string. “I had a new camera! We were at the beach! I wanted to remember this fun time I had with my friends!”

“And… my bare chest was part of that ‘fun time’?” Dixon pointed to Resus’ hand, which held not a new guitar string, but the topic of their discussion, the photograph that seemed destined to ruin his life.

“Nonononono, I—where did you get your chest? That’s not the focus here at all, in fact there is no focus, it was just… it was a good shot, okay? That’s why I took the picture. That’s it.”

“Oooor you took that picture because it lasts longer, and you wanted to savor this toned, handsome body~” Dixon purred, gesturing to said body.

“I—NO.” Resus choked out. “THAT’S—YOU—WHAT BODY?!”

"I never knew you felt that way about me~"

"I DON'T, I HATE YOU!"

"I'm flattered~ Though I can’t help but wonder what your friends had to say when they rescued you! I’m sure you had a lot of explaining to do…"

“There was nothing to explain! All you did was steal my cloak!”

"Aw, you didn't tell them about your deep, passionate lov-"

Resus leapt to his feet, his other sneaker clutched firmly in his hand. “That’s it! Out of my room! Out, out, OUT!”

Dixon held his hands up in mock surrender. “All right, all right, I’m going… gotta get paid, after all… but if I were you, I’d take a look at your amp, make sure everything’s working all right. Unless you were trying to sound like an angry owl.” He winked and shut the door behind him, just in time for Resus’ sneaker to bounce harmlessly off of it.

***

What Dr. Skully had been hoping would be an educational field trip to Lake Nessie to study—and potentially spot—the elusive Lake Nessie Monster had turned into a regular trip to the beach. Cleo was sunbathing, Luella was using her magic to build sandcastles…

… and Resus and Luke were engaged in the chicken fight to end all chicken fights, against Dixon and Farp.

Resus was sure Luke was having a hard time putting up with Farp’s flatulence in the water, but he couldn’t really think about that. Not while he was trying to overpower Dixon, or more accurately, trying to prevent Dixon from overpowering him. Dixon was stronger than Resus was, even without the shapeshifting, so Resus was relying more on Luke’s werewolf strength to win this chicken fight. He just had to keep the other boy at bay long enough…

Which was easier said than done. With Resus and Dixon right in each other’s faces as they pushed against each other, Resus was close enough to see every drop of water dripping from Dixon’s wet hair, sliding over his smooth skin, his lean muscles flexing as they exerted themselves. It was strangely… distracting… enough for Resus not to notice the huge wave of water rising up behind him until it crashed over them both, washing them up on shore.

When the wave receded, Resus found himself staring up at a smug and sopping wet Dixon, who was straddling his waist, pinning his wrists down beside his head. Everyone and everything around them faded away… it was just the two of them…

Dixon smirked, cocking his head to one side. “Looks like I win, Resus~ What’s my prize~?”

Resus couldn’t answer. His eyes were darting every which way, but Dixon was all he saw. His slick wet skin, his heaving chest, the way his swim trunks clung to his strong legs… Resus’ gaze eventually landed on Dixon’s sparkling green eyes, which were looking at him in a way they never had before. He couldn’t put a finger on that look, but whatever it was, he… liked it …

“Oh! I have an idea~” And with that, Dixon started to lean in closer to Resus’ face. Resus’ breath caught, before his eyes slipped closed, waiting for the touch of Dixon’s lips against his…

Resus shot up in bed, his heart racing a mile a minute. His mind caught up with him, and his face flushed furiously. He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it, before throwing it down and pointing at his cloak.

“YOU DID THIS!”

***

Dixon was chatting idly with Farp in the back of the class when Resus stormed up to his desk and slammed both hands down on it.

“I hope you’re happy!” he hissed, before marching to his own desk in the front row, leaving a bewildered Dixon in his wake.

***

What was Otto thinking?!

No, seriously, at what point did he think building a giant, half-mechanical Frankenstein’s monster was a good idea? What was his endgame here? He already had NoName as muscle… and Dixon could turn into NoName if he needed double the muscle. Why was all this necessary?!

Now both sides were taking cover while the appropriately named “Ottostein”—though Resus personally would’ve gone with “Frankensneer”—went on a rampage in the town square, in the middle of a raging lightning storm, no less. It had already smashed its way out of Sneer Hall, much to Otto’s chagrin, and was throwing around anything it could get its hands on that wasn’t bolted down.

“Otto!” Luke yelled over the roars of the monster. “How do we stop it?!”

“How am I supposed to know?!”

“It’s your creation!” Cleo yelled back, already tying one of her bandages around a piece of debris in case they needed a grappling hook.

“Yes, but I didn’t build the thing! I just brought it to life!” Otto and Dixon ducked a thrown crate; it smashed harmlessly on the sturdy NoName. “How would you stop an out of control werewolf?!”

“Why you--!” And now Resus and Cleo had to try to rein in Luke’s inner wolf before they had two creatures of pure rage on their hands. Thanks, Otto.

“There’s some wires on the back of its neck!” Dixon chimed in. “They’re connected to a battery—if you cut the wires, it’ll turn off!”

Resus stared at Dixon in disbelief and, admittedly, a little awe. He built the creature…? Judging from his friends’ silence, they were on the same page. And Luke’s snapped out of his anger. That’s good.

“… Well, of course!” Otto blustered. “Why else would we need electricity to bring it to life?”

“Never mind!” Cleo yelled. Resus could already see a plan forming in her mind. “Luke! You and NoName get the arms! Dixon!”

Dixon perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Can you turn into something that will hold its legs?”

“Of course, Cleo~” Dixon looked downright smitten, and there was the strange clench in his stomach again, what was that?

“I’m gonna give Ottostein a good old-fashioned mummy makeover!” Cleo declared, snapping the bandage-turned-makeshift grappling hook taut. “That’ll buy you time for the most important job of all, Resus!”

“Hold it! You can’t just order my minions around!” Otto snapped. There was a pause. “Dixon! NoName! Help the freaks restrain that beast! They need all the help they can get taking it down. Me, I’ll… I’ll supervise!”

Cleo rolled her eyes before continuing. “Resus, when I give the signal, you and that cloak of yours cut the wires!”

“But it almost never works—"

“It will this time! Because when you’ve really needed it, your cloak always pulled through! So, don’t worry—” She placed a reassuring hand on Resus’ shoulder. “You’ve got this!”

“Uh, Cleo, hate to interrupt this motivational speech, but Ottostein’s ripped the door off of Everwell’s Emporium—!" Luke pointed to said establishment, where Luella’s startled screams could be faintly heard over the pounding rain.

“Then let’s move!”

With a roar akin to that of his werewolf form, Luke leapt over the wall that served as their shelter, focusing his anger into his arms to summon his werewolf strength. NoName lumbered over to join him as fast as he could, each latching onto one of the creature’s arms. As the creature roared in fury and tried to throw either of its super-strong opponents off, Dixon scurried over to the struggle undetected in the form of a mouse, before morphing into a pair of sturdy shackles, already locked around the creature’s ankles.

As soon as Ottostein was restrained, Cleo leapt into action, winding her bandages around the creature’s midsection to pin its arms to its sides. Ottostein growled and tried to kick her, only to almost trip itself. With the others preoccupied with holding the monster still, only Resus noticed Ottostein focus exclusively on trying to break Dixon’s hold on its ankles.

‘That thing’s smarter than it lets on,’ Resus realized with growing horror, right before the greenish chain holding the shackles together snapped, and Dixon—very quickly shifting back into himself—was flung from the creature’s feet with a scream of pain.

As Dixon staggered to his feet, his back to the chaos, Ottostein stomped on NoName’s foot, breaking his grip on its arm, and despite Luke and Cleo’s best efforts to hold it back, it managed to rip said arm out of the bandages, finally grab something that was bolted down—a lamppost—and tear it out of the ground, preparing to swing it at Dixon’s head.

“DIXON, GET DOWN!” Resus launched himself over the wall and tackled Dixon out of the way. He heard the lamppost smash into the ground behind them as they rolled over the wet pavement, ending with Resus on top of Dixon, who stared up at him in shock.

Resus realized how it must’ve looked seconds before Dixon’s shock morphed into a mischievous grin. “Aww, Resus… you do care~”

Resus shoved him. “Get off!”

“Actually, you’re on top of me, I should be telling you to get off…” Dixon’s grin broadened. “Or have you already?”

Resus screamed, giving Dixon one last harsh shove before scrambling off of him. He resisted the urge to kick him for good measure.

“Resus!”

Cleo’s cry drew Resus’ attention to the town square—NoName had regained his grip on Ottostein’s arm, Luke was still holding back the other arm, and Cleo had rewrapped her bandages around the creature’s midsection, and was using them to help hold it back.

“You all right, mate?” Luke grunted.

“Ugh… fine.” Resus shot a glare at Dixon, who was back on his feet and dusting himself off, a deceptively innocent—yet still smug—smile on his face. “Just peachy…”

“Then hurry up and cut the wires! We can’t hold it much longer!” Cleo yelled.

“Right!” Resus reached into his cloak. “C’mon, cloak, give me something that can cut…” He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Not a papercut! Gimme some scissors!” What he got was a pair of child’s safety scissors. “Come on, cloak, this is an emergency! Give me something that can do some damage!” He reached in again, this time pulling out a water pistol. “Seriously?!”

“Do you want me to try?”

“NO!” Resus snapped at Dixon. “I can do this! I don’t need you to get my cloak to work! I—”

“RESUS, LOOK OUT!”

Luke and Cleo’s shouts were the only warning he got before he felt the creature’s arm swipe him into a nearby wall. As he faded from consciousness, he heard a very familiar howl…

***

“Resus! Resus, are you all right?”

Resus reawakened to find Luella leaning over him, holding his hand with concern. A cursory glance told him he was lying on a cot in Everwell Emporium.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re all right!”

Resus groaned and pushed himself into a semi-sitting position, letting go of Luella’s hands to rub his head. “Ugh… what happened…?”

“You were attacked by Otto’s monster.” Luella clenched her hands into fists. “Horrible thing… it got exactly what it deserved for trying to hurt you.”

The memories came flooding back to Resus, just in time for Luke and Cleo to run in.

“Resus!”

“You had us worried there!”

“Then I obviously look better than I feel.” Resus winced. “What happened with Ottostein?”

Cleo smirked. “Ottostein made a big mistake attacking you—Luke turned full wolf. After that, it was no match for us.”

Luke awkwardly rubbed his arm. “I don’t remember a lot… but Cleo told me she was able to finish bandaging up our not-so-little friend.”

“But how did you take him out?” Resus asked. “The cloak didn’t give me any wire cutters…”

“It… shorted out. It must’ve been all the rain…” Cleo frowned in contemplation. “I wish I knew more, but I was so focused on holding Ottostein still, and keeping an eye on Luke—”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem. I just… I wish I’d thought of that! But cutting the wires seemed more straightforward…”

“The important thing is, everything’s all right now!” Luke grinned. “And the best part is, Otto still has to patch up that monster-shaped hole in his wall!”

Resus stared at his friends for a long while, before snapping out of it and plastering a smile on his face. “Oh! That… that’s great!”

“We should probably tell your parents you’re up, they’ve been worried sick. Come on, Luke!” Cleo grabbed Luke’s arm and pulled him out of the room, Luella following after one last glance back at Resus, who hung his head once everyone left.

“You didn’t need me at all…”

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