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aalissy · 4 years

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Witch AU

Hello again if you returned from my Adrienette April prompts hehe! Or hello if you have just joined for Marichat May :D! I hope you enjoy this lil oneshot! I think it's cute! The idea of witch Marinette is adorableeee to meeee!! She'd make such a cute witch hehe! Lemme know if you liked it :D

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“Nutmeg? Where’s the nutmeg?” Marinette shifted through her many herbs and spices, her eyes glancing back at her bubbling cauldron nervously. One of the townsfolk had ordered a luck potion and she had completely forgotten that it required nutmeg. Groaning at her own clumsiness, the young witch re-scanned the cabinets she had just checked. Once again, she looked back at her cauldron noticing that the frothing had grown bigger. Chewing her nails anxiously, her eyes zoomed over her ingredients, praying that she wouldn’t mess up this latest potion.

A simple meow caught her attention, however, and she turned to see her black cat’s nose pressed up against a spice that had somehow rolled onto the floor. Squinting her eyes at the label, she breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw it was indeed the nutmeg she had been searching for. Pressing a sweet kiss to the top of her kitten’s head, Marinette murmured out her thanks, “What would I do without you, mon Chaton?”

Her kitten purred at her, rubbing himself against her legs and she giggled before quickly racing to her cauldron. Sprinkling a spoonful of nutmeg into the bubbling pot, she cheered happily when the potion settled down some. Picking up her cat which had resumed his rubbing against her legs, she planted another quick kiss on his nose, “You saved us, Chat! Thank you! Thank you!”

Chuckling quietly as he swatted her nose away playfully, Marinette put him gently back down on the floor. Turning back to her potion, she scooped up a vial of the purple liquid. Blowing a kiss to Chat, she opened up her door, “I’ll see you soon, mon minou. I just have to drop this potion off and then I’ll be back sooner than you know. Make certain no one breaks in, alright?”

Giggling after Chat’s assuring meow, Marinette stepped outside into the cool fall breeze. The wind brushed against her cheeks, ruffling the bright orange leaves next to her. She shivered, pulling her black sweater more tightly around her before smoothing down her bright red skirt. Pulling out her wand from one of her thigh-high boots, she summoned the broom which was lying against her front gate. The magical item quickly zoomed into her hand and she jumped atop it, kicking off against the grass as she took flight.

The flight to the village nearby her home took no time at all and she dropped down onto the porch of the person who ordered her luck potion. Knocking on the door, a young woman answered the door and she gave her a bright smile, “Hello, you ordered a luck potion from me, correct?”

“Yes, yes, Marinette, right? Please, come in,” she gestured for the witch to come inside.

Giving her a small nod in thanks, she followed the girl into the kitchen. Two cups of tea were sat on the dining table and Marinette gave her a small grin, “Is this for me?”

“Yeah,” she beamed at her before a frown creased her brows, “I hope you don’t mind sugar. I always add it in mine so I added some in yours as an afterthought.”

“It’s fine,” Marinette waved away the young woman’s concerns with a happy laugh, “I love sugar so I’m glad you added some!”

“Oh good!”

“I don’t think I’ve caught your name yet, by the way? Sorry, it must have slipped my mind,” she slid into the chair across from the girl, sipping at the warm tea. It was perfect, the sugar sweetening the lemony flavor of the drink.

The girl laughed before sticking out her hand, “Don’t worry! I should have introduced myself before. My name’s Alya, it’s nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too,” Marinette grinned before shaking her outstretched hand. Taking another quick sip of her tea, she pulled out the small vial, handing it to the girl, “You just wanted one luck potion, right?”

“Yes, yes! Oh, thank you!” Alya grasped onto the vial, looking at the witch with awe in her eyes, “It’s my wedding day, you see, and I just wanted to make certain everything goes well.”

“Aw, who are you getting married too?” her head tilted to the side curiously as a smile spread across her lips.

The girl in front of her sighed dreamily, her gaze drifting away as she began to daydream, “A man named Nino. He’s the absolute sweetest and is so compassionate, even if he does get on my nerves every now and then.”

“You love him, huh?” Marinette watched Alya’s eyes light up to a brilliant hazel.

“Yeah, yeah I really do!”

Glancing around them once, she cleared her throat once quietly, “I hate to be a bother, but you do still have my mandrake root, right?”

“Oh, yeah! I’m sorry!” Alya scrambled up out of her seat, reaching for the root that was in one of her kitchen cabinets, “This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” Marinette breathed out, running a finger over the root, “It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”

She stood up, slipping the plant into her sweater pocket before walking with Alya back to her porch door. The young girl leaned against the open door, watching as Marinette picked up her broom curiously, “You can really fly on that, then?”

“Yeah, you wanna watch?” she laughed as her blue eyes sparkled mischievously at her.

“Duh!” Alya cheered, watching as Marinette kicked off from her porch, hovering slightly above the ground.

Calling over her shoulder at the young girl, she shouted, “Feel free to ask for anything else! I’m always here to help!”

“Thanks Marinette, I’ll remember that!” Alya waved as she flew off into the woods her house was located in.

In no time at all, she was back at her front gate. She yawned, giving herself a quick stretch as she shook her legs out. Once she was finished stretching, she rushed into her house, eager to curl up with her cat on the couch and watch movies, “Chaton! Where are you? I’m home!”

“Ok, please don’t freak out,” a voice called from behind her.

Startled, Marinette screeched, taking her broom and whacking it forcefully into the person behind her. He fell to the ground and she continued to beat him with her broom. His arms came up to protect himself but her onslaught didn’t end there. Panting with exertion, she held the end of her broomstick at his face ominously, “Who are you and how did you get into my home?”

“Come on, Marinette, I asked you not to freak out,” he pouted at her.

Her eyes narrowed into slips and she jabbed the end of her broom into his nose, “Shut up! How do you know my name? You’re another wizard, aren’t you?! You have to be! I have protection and locking charms all around my house! How did you break them?!”

“I didn’t break in, and I’m not a wizard,” he shook his head slowly at her, “I’m a friend, you can trust me.”

“Oh sure I can! Give me one good reason not to hex you into tomorrow!” Marinette snarled down at the man.

“Your favorite color is pink!” he blurted out, “When you’re not busy practicing spells you’re designing a new outfit in your room! You take your tea with three sugars and just a splash of cream!”

She blinked down at him for a moment, speaking hesitantly, “H-how do you kn-,” soon her face turned into an angry scowl, “Have you been stalking me?!”

“No, no! I don’t... I’m not,” the man huffed out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his blonde locks, “I know all this because I’ve been living with you for a while.”

“What?!” Marinette screeched, her eyes widening as her mouth fell open. Oh my god, oh my god, I’ve been living with a serial killer for years without even knowing it!

“N-not like that,” his arms came out to wave at her in a sign of surrender, “God, I’m screwing this up completely! You let me live here.”

“What?” she asked again, a frown creasing her brow, “You’re not making any sense. I let you live here, why would I do that? Who are you?!”

The man smirked at her, and that was absolutely infuriating, “Well, I don’t have a name per say but you call me Chat most of the time.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief, “Chat? I call you Chat? Like my cat?”

“That’s me!” he beamed up at her. That’s when she finally noticed his eyes. The emerald green of them sparkling at her with a million secrets hidden within them.

Brushing off the weird feeling that he was telling the truth, she stepped away from him, keeping one eye on him as she called for her kitten, “Chat! Come here boy, I miss you! I need you to protect me from this weird man!”

Scoffing, Chat, or whatever his name was, rolled his eyes at her, “I can’t exactly come when I’m already here, now can I?”

Glaring at him fiercely, Marinette shushed him, “Stay right here, alright?! If you move even a muscle I’ll make certain you won’t ever feel your fingers or your toes ever again!”

Shooting him one last glare, she moved around her small cottage, checking her upstairs bed and her living room couch as she searched for her kitten. She grew more and more panicked as she couldn’t find Chat anywhere. Returning back to the front entrance, Marinette shouted, “What did you do to Chat?! I can’t find him.”

“Marinette, it’s me. Honestly, it’s me!” he blinked at her with eyes so reminiscent of her cat’s.

Stepping forward once, she looked at him from the side of her eyes, “Ok, if you are Chat, how did you turn into a human?”

“I-I don’t remember,” he frowned, “All I can remember is that you were looking for nutmeg earlier this morning and I helped you find it. After you left, I woke up and I was in this body.”

“Oh my god, you are Chat, aren’t you?” Marinette breathed out, her hand coming up to cup her mouth shakily.

“I told you that I was,” Chat came up, walking to her hesitantly.

She looked him up and down before throwing her arms around him and burying her head in his chest, “I thought I lost you!”

“You could never lose me, Marinette,” he squeezed her tighter.

There was a faint smell of cheese around him and if there were still any doubts in her mind they were completely erased by that. Chat’s favorite food was cheese and she always gave him a small piece of it whenever he was good. Chuckling tearfully, she pulled back to look him in the eye. Looking him up and down again, she frowned, “I just don’t understand. Did you do anything else today that could have made you end up like this,” she gestured to his human body.

“I don’t really...,” Chat paused, his own crease forming as he tried to remember the day’s events, “I remember licking your potion once to see if it tasted like cheese before you added the nutmeg, but that’s about it,” he shrugged.

Marinette’s mouth fell open before she smacked him lightly, “You idiot! Of course this happened! You can’t go around licking potions before they’re ready! You could have died! You’re lucky you turned into a human and didn’t die, you stupid cat!”

“Ow, Marinette,” he whined, holding his hands up to block her smacks.

With another fierce glare, she pinched the bridge of his nose, “Here’s what we’re going to do, okay? You’re going to continue to stay here until I can figure this out.”

“Well I was sort of counting on that,” Chat grinned sheepishly at her, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Giving him a soft look, she continued on, “I’m going to figure out why you transformed and then I’m going to create another potion to fix it, alright?”

“I don’t know, I kinda like being human,” he gave her a cheeky smile.

Rolling her eyes, Marinette scoffed at him, “Yes, but you’re not supposed to be. What if this shortened your lifespan or there are other adverse effects going on that we don’t know about yet.”

“Fine,” Chat sighed sadly, “You can turn me back. Just be sure to take your time, alright?”

She chuckled dryly, “If you think I’m not going to be trying to figure this out as quickly as possible, you’re completely wrong. We need to get you back to your regular form soon.”

Marinette was about to speak again when she yawned loudly. Chat gave her a soft smile before he pointed upstairs, “Can we start tomorrow, you look exhausted?”

“O-okay,” she gave him another sleepy nod with a quieter yawn, “But after that I’ll be working hard to make certain we figure this out ok?!”

“Alright, Marinette. I understand.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch, by the way, so get a blanket!” Marinette called down from the top of the stairs at him.

She heard his loud chuckle even as she began to head to her bedroom, “You got it,” he shouted back up at her.

Shaking her head, she quickly changed into her pajamas, determined to get a good night’s rest so she could plunge her energy into fixing her Chaton.

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nerdydork · 5 years

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So, you keep drawing your next generation ocs and Matilda, but could we please get to know the personality's ?

Oh wow I didn’t except anyone to ask about the next dt gen! Sure I’ll give ya the (short summary) personality, parents and full name c:Name: Madeline Amelia Duck- FeatherstoneParents: Dewey x AvaPersonality: Madeline is much like her father. She’s very active and loves thrills and desire for adventure (loves to travel). She doesn’t let her ‘weak’ state or medical issues to be an obstacle in her life. She tries to figure things out on her own. However she is very reckless and charges into something or does incredible stupid stunts, which her little brother has to help her butt. She’s very much a leader type of person, trying to be the one in charge. Sort of alpha in a sort of sense. This girl also is open minded and enjoys experience others culture. A small lil thing is that Madeline loves cause some mischief tends to get herself more into trouble than out. In a basic sense, like her father, Dewey.Name: Henry Hunter Duck-FeatherstoneParents: DeweyxAvaPersonality: To outsiders, he’s the lone wolf. The boy who isolates himself from everyone. A mystery so to speak. He doesn’t like to interact with everyone, taking walks in the dark. Hardly ever really shows much emotions. However, he’s actually loving boy, protective of his older sister Madeline due to her being ill/weak and his cousin Lye. He only has a handful of friends. When he talks everyone listens. Only to selective few he will show more emotion and be more open. He does however complain a lot about his life. In simple terms think slightly like Levi from AoT but a little more open. Name: Lye DuckParents: Huey x Elena Personality: Insanely smart but horrible at speaking. This girl honestly could skip a few grades but didn’t due to her speech problem. She has a horrible stutter and cannot pronounce words. She very much the silent girl, acting as if she was mute. She’s very well behaved child but has the Duck family temper, instead of lashing out, she tends to bite and HARD! Lye also prefers to express herself through actions than words. Lye is an independent child as well. She tends to do things on her own.In simple terms slightly think of Matilda but who doesn’t speak and doesn’t cause as much mischief. Name: Melody SongubādoParents: April Duck x TorioPersonality: A well manner girl who tends to act like that in the public eye. Melody is one to be easily embarrassed by the simplest of things. However at home and with her closer friends she’s more open. She isn’t one to stay nice and clean. She rather be in the garage working on a car and fixing it up. She wants to be involved in projects not left behind. Name: Eliza GlomgoldParents: Bonnie x AlistairPersonality: Eliza is what some would consider the dream child. She’s very well behaved, gentle girl, a good older sister (willing to take care and protect her baby brother). She prefers to listen than to speak. However, she does keep to herself and never really speaking her opinion thus making her over looked or unheard most of the time. A girl in the background which at times gets her upset and feel almost lonely.Name: SolParents: Sirius Personality: The alien boy is just your typical dorky nerd boy. He’s a complete fool when it comes to love, nearly tripping on his feet, making mistakes, stuttering. He’s very chill and I bet he could name you all the superheroes from who was first made to the newest one. Sol is just happy-go-lucky chill boy that can easily be your friend. Name: Eclipse De Spell-ChenParents: Ash x MatildaPersonality: Eclipse is smart little cookie who has a big interest in outerspace. A girl who you can find reading a book along with Lye or playing with her friends. She tends to keep her feelings to herself not, bottling up her emotions a good portion of the time which makes it hard for to know if she’s upset or not. Eclipse also good at hiding how she feels towards others, friendship or not. As a teenager, she has no desire to date, not being interested in anyone. and I thought I explained Matilda’s personality soooo here:Name: Matilda Crackshell-CabreraParent- er Creators: Gyro Gearlosse and Fenton Personality: This robot is extremely curious! Once getting emotions, let say curiosity shows the most along with energetic. She’s off wanting to do and try everything as she believes learning is best by experimenting and experience. With her being a robot also means she’s extremely smart but clueless (sometimes not understand jokes to well, getting confused at certain things. Matilda is friendly, bubbly, happy go lucky, cheerful and social butterfly, willing to make friends with just about anyone. Matilda is very emotional girl. She is a HUGE hopeless romantic. She’s in love with a boy who does love her back. (Matilda’s full bio in summary is here and her backstory)thanks for the ask!

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multi-fandom-inserts · 5 years

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Halloween Night, 1991. (CH1)

Welcome to my Potter Twins series, I’ve literally started rewriting the stories and adding in a twin girl and brought the story-line forwards to mix things up! I’ve done this mainly in first person. I hope you all really enjoy it and let me know what you think!

The Potter Twins And The Philosophers Stone

Chapter One.

Godric's Hollow, 31st October, 1991.

The night is quiet with the sound of flickering electricity from the elderly street lights, which loomed either side of the narrow street, curved over the cobble road like protective giants. The cottage was white fronted with wooden beams stuck both vertically and horizontally to add unneeded age, despite the strange largeness of the home, the living room within was small and cosy, with fluffy cream carpet covers the floor and shelves on the painted blue walls with a red sofa with a matching armchair.

Sitting on the sofa clutching my son, Harry, in my arms protectively. On the armchair that has been angled to face slightly towards the sofa, my husband James was seated cuddling our daughter, Grace, in his arms singing a muggle lullaby I recognise from my childhood. The pair were getting fussy, so we place them both on the carpet floor together and James removes his wand from his back pocket, flicked his wrist sending a stream of glittery bubble from the tip.

Grace and Harry gurgled in glee and clumsily reached out for the bubbles that burst into shoots of colour at their touch, and every so often they would accidentally hit each other in the face or fall into one another but neither cared. The twins – yes, twins – never enjoyed being apart, and if for any reason they had to be separated, Harry and Grace would be grumpy until reunited, however, together the pair were incredibly sneaky – which, of course, James and Sirius think is hilarious.

With my elbows on my knees with my head in my hands, I watch my children laugh and play with no care in the world, I feel sickness lay heavy in my stomach like a lead and my chest clenches with anxiety.

The pair with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the Dark Lord will mark them as his equal, but they will have power the Dark Lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live whilst the others survive... The pair with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

The prophecy was made by Sybill Trelawney to Albus Dumbledore at the Hog Head pub. It refers to twins born at the end of July. This was James and my fault. Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes as a solid lump forms in my throat. My husbands eyes flicker over to me but I continue staring at our children, only fifteen months old, Harry twelve minutes older than Grace.

James comes to sit beside me on the sofa, he grips my hand tightly, squeezing it before pulling me into the warmth of his body which I accept gratefully. He kisses the top of my head before rubbing the back of my neck, “He won't get them, they are safe.” he whispers in my ear.

Despite nodding, my body still shook in nerves mixed with terror and my palms sweated as my hands shake with useless and unknown amounts of adrenaline. My stomach remained heavily and unsettled as my chest just seemed tighter than ever making breathing steadily difficult.

“I'm going to put them to bed.” I announce before standing up then scooping up my children, one in each arm, James kisses Harry on his forehead and Grace on her cheek before whispering that he loves them. He then leans in to kiss my lips softly.

“I'll be up in a minute, Lils.” he whispers. Smiling, I turn to exit the living room, passing the front door which always remained locked, turned left to begin climbing the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs to the nursery the twins shared, I hear the echo of not to distant footsteps, I hear the rustling of James' newspaper, the turning of a lock and then, a loud crash. I almost fall over on the stairs and with my arms filled with my children, lunging for my wand that is now two steps down the stairs behind me, was impossible.

“Lily!” James cried, the seer tone of my husbands voice terrified me more than anything, “Lily, take Harry, Grace and go! It's him! Run! I'll hold him off –”

I'm frozen with fear, but at the sound of stomping footsteps, spells being shouted, flashes of lights and small crashes and bangs. A sudden jolt of determination to avoid my fate filled me as I sprint up the stairs to a small landing and up to a second set of stairs – only four steps – to the door of the nursery. I place the twins down in their cot, closed the rooms door and locked it with surprisingly steady hands.

Tears suddenly brim my eyes as the twins begin to whine, it has only really just hit me what was truly awaiting them, they are only babies. Harmless. Taking a deep breath, I kneel down by the cot and studied my beautiful children. A boy with black hair and a girl with dark red hair, both staring up at me with fearful green eyes – my eyes.

“Hush.” I coo gently, a yell followed by a sickening thud on the stairs echoed through the eerie house, forcing a sob to escape from my lips. No, James! I scream in my mind as tears flood fiercely and freely down my cheeks. A high-pitched evil laugh pierced through the house, bouncing off the walls and grasping my body.

“Mummy loves you, Harry. Daddy loves you, Gracie. We love you both so much.” I choke, another sob is muffled by my hands as green light suddenly appears in the dimness, illuminating around the door frame before the wood shatters and flies into the nursery. I turn quickly with shaking knees, shielding the crib containing my children with my body as I face my fate.

He stood there, in the doorway, dressed in a full length, black cloak with the hood up, the skin of the wizard was whiter than paper, paler than anything I had ever seen, his head looks around curiously at the scene, his slitted grey eyes gobbled up the images in front of him. I raise my arms higher at my sides to protect more of the crib. The Dark Lord grins mockingly, the bastard smiles as he chuckles in contempt of my feeble protection.

“Not Grace and Harry,” I plead, “Please, not them.”

The wizard steps into the room, “Stand aside, you stupid girl.”

I shook my head, “Not Grace and Harry,” I repeat, more confidently and filled with determination, “Take me instead!”

He takes another large, confident step towards me, studying my strong expression as he stand over me, wand held in his long slender finger, ready.

“Have mercy! They are just infants!” I beg, he – Voldemort – grinned and raised his wand. “Please! Have mercy! Please –”

“Avada Kedavra.” he spoke with no emotion, I turned swiftly on the balls of my feet to take one last glimpse at my children before the unforgettably familiar stream of bright green light clasped my body. And with the last sight of my children’s faces, the world around my goes black.

James and Lily Potter were dead. Killed in their home in Godric's Hollow. The Dark Lord lets out a cold laugh that echoed menacingly through the house and in the surrounding air as he stepped over the open-eyed corpse of Lily Potter to reach the cot where the Potter twins sat with wet cheeks and snotty noses. Grace wailed at the sight of the flat-faced wizard but Harry didn't, he simply stared down at his mothers body.

Voldemort pointed his wand at the infants, he grinned in delight as he felt an overwhelming rush of power cause through his body as he raised his wand above his head and as he brought it down, he screamed at the top of his lungs: “AVADA KEDAVRA!”

The green light soared from the end of his want, it hit the twins and illuminated the door, but something strange happened. The green light then rebounded an a violent roar settled in Voldemort's ears, suddenly, he felt pain pulsing through his body. Something is wrong, he thought as his limbs became stiff and his chest tight, something was very, very wrong.

Then, a yell of pain followed by the light removing itself from the Potter twins, striking Voldemort whose body began to glow with the green light and then suddenly, the light shot out in all directions, shattering the windows, removing paint from the walls and breaking small sections of the houses interior.

When the light settled back to normal with nothing but a lamp lighting the nursery dimly, on the floor lays pieces of shattered wood, splinters of jagged glass, rubble and the body of Lily. Almost the items also laid the black clock that once belonged to Voldemort.

And in the crib sat Harry and Grace Potter, unharmed except for matching fresh cuts, strikingly similar to that of a lightening bolt. The cuts were no bigger than ¾ of an inch big. Harry's was carved into the left side of his forehead and Grace's was on her right cheek, starting a centimetre and a half from the outer corner of her right eye.

It wasn't long after the tragic event that an unlikely hero appeared to rescue the abandoned and newly orphaned Potter twins, a huge man who needed to duck to enter the nursery, he collected the twins from their destroyed home before muggles could begin poking about. He wrapped the infants in warm blankets, neither of them knowing how special they are. Not knowing how famous they have become.

They couldn't know that that, even in this horrid moment, people are meeting in secret all over the country and holding their glasses up, saying in hushed voices:

“To Harry and Grace Potter – the children who lived!”

Harry and his twin sister, Grace, have always assumed they are regular children - or as regular as any children that sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. But nearing their eleventh birthday, strange things start happening to the twins and mysterious letters begin arriving. Soon, the twins are whisked away and enrolled in Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The twins are magical.

#Harry Potter #harry potter series #grace potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #chapter one #godric's hollow #twins #fanfiction #rewrite #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic

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