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iiwontgiveuponmilkk · 6 months

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Amortentia | F.W.

summary: fred and george open their shop and she's late to the grand opening. she finds ginny and hermoine standing by the love potions. she uncorks one to make the girls feel better, but she's shocked by what she smells.

word count: 1523

warnings: fluff, one mention of drinking

notes: since this was winning the poll, here you are ;)

Her day did not start how she hoped it would. She had taken the day off, but the world had other plans. She had been called into work at 3AM, unable to say no. She told her supervisor that she absolutely had to leave before nine, but she ended up being there until a little after ten. She had rushed home after her shift. She intended on going straight to the shop, but she looked like hell. She hurried to get changed and make herself look presentable to the public. Seven hours at the hospital had left her hair a mess, and it wasn’t easy to tame. She ended up pulling it back in a braid, smoothing her hair the best she could. She didn’t bother trying to cover the dark circles under her eyes, it was pointless. She had stopped for a coffee on her way to the shop, needing as much caffeine as she could to stay awake. She hurried down the sidewalk, practically jogging. She grinned when she saw the shop, the boys really weren’t ones for anything subtle. Walking into the joke shop was like something out of a movie. It was lively from the second the twins had opened the doors. She had been caught up, not able to make it right when they opened. She found herself wishing she was here when they opened the doors. It was almost ironic how magical the whole scene was. She promised her best friends that she would be there as soon as possible. She brought her coffee to her lips, forcing herself to only sip it. If the caffeine couldn’t keep her awake, the energy in this shop definitely could. It was buzzing with life and laughter.

She smiled to herself as she looked around. Kids were running around the shop, looks of awe on their faces. Teens were eyeing candies that would definitely get them out of class. She forced herself not to shudder at the many memories of the prototypes for all of those candies, and the time she accidentally ate a fainting fancy. It took mere seconds for her to hit the ground, yelling at Fred and George when she woke up. She found herself overwhelmed by a sense of joy for the twins as she looked around trying to find them in the crowd. The shop was packed, she figured it would be. She was so proud of both of them. She finally spotted the two, buzzing around the shop, talking to almost everyone as they zipped around. She figured the twins would find her soon or later, not wanting to interrupt them as they hastled a group of what looked to be first or second years.

She spotted Hermoine and Ginny at a display of what looked to be love potions. She had to hand it to the twins, the display would easily draw anyone in. It was gorgeous. She made her way through the crowd and greeted the two girls. "What are you two up to?" She asked, picking up a heart shaped vial, turning it over in her hand. "We're just looking." Ginny mumbled, her cheeks slightly pink. She let it slide, already knowing what they were doing. She knew Ginny had a crush on Harry, and she knew that Hermoine was pining after Ron, even if she would deny it. "Well, I'll just look, too." She winked, uncorking the vial. “I’m sure they won’t mind.” She brought the vial up to her nose, freezing at the smell. Vanilla, pumpkin juice, floo powder, and cedarwood. She corked the vial, slowly putting it back on the display. She looked up to the two girls, hoping her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. Ginny gave her a knowing smirk, but Hermoine looked clueless. “What did-?” Hermoine started to ask, but was cut off by the twins. She felt her cheeks burn a little hotter, causing Hermoine to smirk. That partially answered her question.

"Hello ladies. Love potions, eh?" The twins said in unison. Her cheeks burned as she met Fred's eyes. Oh, for merlin's sake. "They really do work!" Again, in unison. The two girls wandered away, putting the potions back. George was quickly distracted by a group of young wizards, leaving her and Fred alone. She tried her best to avoid his eyes, hoping her blush would fade. "I'm sure you won't be needing that anyway." Fred slung an arm over her shoulder, "Glad you're here." He gave her a small squeeze. She leaned into him, fiddling with her sleeves. "Quite honestly, I might. You seem to be quite thick headed." She bit her lip, glancing around the shop. The silence that fell over them was deafening in the loud shop. “Uh, anyway, I do have to get back. I took an hour so I could come down.” She finally looked up at Fred, only to find him already looking at her. “What time are you off?” She noticed a faint shade of pink across his freckled cheeks. Maybe he wasn’t that thick headed. “6ish? I’m covering for Lottie so she can get some rest. We’ve been beyond short.” She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, trying her best not to seem nervous or utterly embarrassed that she not-so-subtly told Fred she liked him. “We’ll be done around 7. Can I stop by?” Fred gave her a hopeful look. She fought the smile tugging at her lips. “Since when do you ask before you just show up? You know you’re always welcome.” She gently nudged him with her shoulder. “Sooo, is that a yes?”

She arrived home earlier than she thought she would, Lottie came back after a ‘four hour power nap’. She took the extra time to relax. A long, hot shower followed by a glass of wine and her favourite satin slip. She had contemplated not wearing pyjamas, but she did anyway. If it were anyone besides Fred stopping by, she would’ve grabbed a jumper and leggings, but Fred had seen her in a lot of scandalous situations over the years. She was curled up under a blanket on her sofa about to doze off when a knock sounded at her door. She reached for her wand, haphazardly flicking it, hoping it would actually open the door. She heard the door shut, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. “I’m offended, couldn’t greet me at the door?” Fred asked, feigning a hurt tone. She pushed herself up at the sound of paper crinkling. She gave Fred a confused look, but a smile graced her lips when she noticed exactly what he was holding. “How rude of me! I didn’t know you were bringing a poorly wrapped gift.” She teased, patting the spot next to her. She watched Fred as he moved across the room. She reached out, tugging on his coat as he crossed in front of her. “Take your bloody coat off.” She murmured. A small laugh came from him. “Hold this then, bossy.” He pulled his coat off, laying it over the back of her sofa before sitting next to her. His hand clasped over hers as she went to shake the paper package. “Just open it.” He laughed. “And I’m the bossy one.” She mumbled, narrowing her eyes at him. Fred leaned back, throwing his arm along the back of the sofa behind her. She pulled the twine and began unfolding the paper. She felt her cheeks heat up when she saw what he had wrapped up. She took the heart shaped vial in her hand, turning her whole body to Fred. “You’re a bloody idiot.” She gave him an exasperated look. “Merlin, read the label, love.” He laughed. She let out a huff, looking down at the label. The original label had been peeled off and was replaced with Fred’s handwriting. The label had been replaced with a description of her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, the tea she always drank, and what could only be described as the smell of St. Mungos when you walked in the doors. “You could’ve just got me flowers.” She mumbled, peeking up at the red-haired man sitting next to her. “Or, I don’t know, asked me on a date anytime in the past two years.”

“You said you might need it.” He teased, his arm falling around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. She leaned her head against him, pulling her blanket over his lap. He pulled her closer against him. “Do I?” She whispered, turning the vial over in her hands. Fred pulled away from her, bringing his hand up to her face. His fingers curled under her chin, gently pulling her gaze to his. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip as he gave her a small smile. “If I ever say yes, I want you to force me to drink that.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back. She moved his lips against his, reaching up to tangle her fingers into his hair. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his.

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ttulipwritezz · 2 months

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter 2 - Expectations

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and Lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you have left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks ( idk), love (ew), Sirius is back, [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: This is more of the backstory and how they came to be, along with lots of awkwardness from both ends, I promise there's more remus in the next chapter <3 oh and reunion with Sirius and thanks to @lixzey for making me wanna push the awkwardness~ :) If you enjoyed this please reblog and comment :)

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You and Remus were in love, you had been in love for 6 years.

Everyone knew you'd be endgame, and your brother hated it, to an extent.

Sirius loved that his little sister was happy, that she had joy in her life after the roughness of their family life. But he was scared, scared because he knew how much Remus would push people away, push himself away.

He didn’t want you hurt. But you were.

You found out in October, two weeks before Halloween.

You had been talking with Lily through letters back and forth, discussing your recent morning nausea and sickness.

She had asked when was the last time you and Remus had slept together, strange you considered that question, you replied a week ago at most.

Her letter came back with the words "you might be pregnant, dear...why don't you take this potion i sent along?"

And along with it there was a potion in a small vial with a piece of parchment guiding you through the process.

All you had to do was drink half of the potion and wait for the other half to shift hues.

And sure enough, the once rust coloured potion soon turned blue, signalling your current state.

You were carrying Remus's child, a child you hadn't talked about, a child you were sure you weren't ready for.

It was now hallows eve, the day you thought you had worked up the courage to tell Remus.

Children around town had just finished trick or treating and your husband was bringing back the basket with remaining candy.

He came into the bedroom with you and went straight to the shower, promising to return in a bit.

Your eyes heavy with sleep, you sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Remus to come out of the bathroom.

He sees them on your trousers before in your eyes, your tears. His brows furrowed in concern and pity as he looked at your face, eyes dull with sorrow and fear, so uncharacteristic of your usual glimmer and joy.

"What's the matter, dove?" He asks, voice slightly hoarse from the drowsiness in the back of his mind.

You don't answer, only look at him like you're out of words. You're thinking, thinking what a little Remus would look like, how they’d have the same nose, probably his same freckles dusting their face, and the same sandy locks of hair with deep roots.

You wonder if he'd want this, a kid, if this could be the one thing Remus would give up the world for.

"Come here, darling" he says and takes your body into his, nuzzling your face in the warmth of his polyester sweater. He understands, he always does.

That's how you sleep that night, unaware of the chaos that was soon to follow.

Remus rushed out of bed the moment the potter's deer patronus knocked on the window.

The white buck stopped at the foot of his bed and let out a call of help, soon disintegrating to mist after.

That night Remus lost three friends, you lost a brother to azkaban and you lost Remus.

He left the morning after. With your heart shattered to pieces, you let him go.

Your mind screamed at you to tell him. Tell him and maybe he'd stay. Tell him and maybe he'd reconsider. But your heart, ever the kind one, ever the selfless one, let him go. In hopes that one day you'd see him again.

Remus was half expecting you to slam the door in his face. To make a face of absolute disgust and just lock him out. But of course the other half of him was longing to hold you, see you after so long. So it came as a welcome surprise when you widened the door and let him inside.

"Uhm...come in, please, we were expecting you" You said, trying not to let your voice waver.

Remus felt so awkward. His hands were clammy, his posture was stiff and his jaw was clenched. He felt like he couldn't move, no more than if he had been hit with the petrificus curse.

You weren't in a much better predicament yourself. You could feel your eyes pricking with tears at the mere sight of him. The same man who left you. The man you let go. The man you still loved.

As he made his way inside the house you let your eyes roam across his figure. His hands were littered in large scars, far bigger than those you'd seen before. His face was shrunken, eyes hollower than you remembered. His smile lines were far more prominent now and his sandy brown hair had a few streaks of grey littered throughout.

"Where is the rest of the order? Where's sirius?" Why did you leave? Why are you back? How are you? You had so many questions but the rest were best kept to yourself.

"They're on the way, I was just...early" I wanted to see you.

Remus hated himself for leaving you. He wanted to tell you that. He regretted each night, even more so on full moons. After leaving the realisation of what he had done dawned on him, it was already too late.

Alas, by the time he had worked up the courage to talk, You were already making your way across the hall to embrace your brother who had just arrived.

When did he get there? How consumed in his thoughts was Remus?

You greeted Sirius with a hug and a look-over of his whole figure. His posture was shrunken, eyes even hollower than Remus's and instead of his signature smirk, only a ghost of a smile was left on his face.

A feeling of guilt consumed you. Your brother was back after azkaban. Innocent. And your mind was all consumed by Remus.

You ushered the rest of the order inside and told Regulus to pack up his things and clear out the living room. The confused and curious glances you got from everyone did little to ease your nerves.

Sirius pulled you aside. You prepared yourself for the conversation you knew was to follow.

“Who’s that?”

It was a valid question, Sirius was well aware that Remus had left that night. After their teary reunion, the werewolf had gotten an earful from the oldest Black. He was shocked and thought that you had found someone new, unlike Remus, Sirius was quick to notice the similarities between the small boy and you. He deduced that he was your son.

“Uhm- He’s my son.”

You were staring at your feet, and your hands were fidgety.

There was a long pause. The silence was so loud you could hear the clock ticking.

“I…I have a nephew?” His words came out uncertain. Cautious and slow.

With a hum you replied “His name is Regulus. Regulus Jace.” You left out the last name. Legally he was a lupin. And so were you. But it wasn’t that hard to conceal that at hogwarts.

At the mention of his little brother, Sirius seemed to grimace. But he put a smile on.

“You named him after Reggie?-” He asked. And continued as you opened your mouth to answer.

“Who’s..who’s the father?” He didn’t want to assume the worst. He was happy, truely he was. After that “bastard” (as he put it) left you it was only fair. No matter how much he ached to see the two of you together again.

“It is Remus.” You replied, vulnerability lacing your voice.

His face seemed to light up, eyes widening, both in shock and delight. Before he would alert the whole house, however, you let him know one more thing.

“He doesn’t know. Neither of them do. I haven’t told them.”

Your chest felt heavy, and your throat seemed to close up. It was hard for you to talk about. Despite being married you and Remus had never talked about kids, let alone with your friends. The feelings of contempt and guilt surrounded you.

Next thing you know, Sirius is pulling you in for a hug, securely wrapping his arms around you and trying to soothe your worries. His right hand wraps around your back as his left brushes against your hair in a calming manner.

It all comes crashing down. The weight of the lies, the guilt, the fear, the hatred. You cannot hold back the tears that rush down your face. A sob rakes though your body. You feel so much, everything, all at once, joy, relief, contempt, familiarity of an embrace.

But most of all...love. Love you haven’t felt in fourteen years.

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lavender-rosa · 1 year

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Kny characters ranked from least to most likely to be scammed

Sanemi: He is so paranoically distrustful to everyone and everything around him (himself included, always) to the point where it is reaching delusional, self-destructive proportions. Sorry for the mental illness king but at least you aren't getting scammed.

Iguro: Growing up in a cult taught him relatable, every day lessons like: If a snake demon asks you to feed your babies to her in exchange for gold, maybe, don't do that? Being raised in this environment made him apply a highly suspicious framework to so many things, a lot of times to his own detriment. Like assuming that every single male wants to steal his crush away because they dare breathe the same air as her or god forbid, engage in small-talk. Despite all that he still manages to rank above Sanemi, somehow.

Shinobu: She will allow people think that they are succeeding in scamming her when in actuality SHE is scamming THEM. We are talking Jimmy McGill level shenanigans over here.

Giyuu: He just wants to fuck off in some hole and die he does not care about your essential oils #toodepressedtogetfinessed

Muichiro: Manages to avoid being scammed by being completely apathetic and dismissive towards the scammer (assuming he is even bothering listening to them in the first place) and immediately forgetting what even the scam was all about in the first place.

Uzui: Most of the times he is able to use his critical thinking skills to distinguish scam from not and he can be a pretty decent conman himself, although he is not immune to being overtly suspicious or on the other end, people getting the better of him.

Gyomei: Is able to objectively analyse and evaluate an issue in order to form a judgement without being gullible or paranoid, like a healthy functioning adult. Congrats on the fully developed pre-frontal lobe, Himejima.

Rengoku: The fact that he suspected that a random 15 year old human was one of Muzan's spies and thus should be killed without any substantial evidence shows us that he is able to be highly suspicious of people (and it makes us glad that he never pursued a career in law) but this does NOT negate the fact that he fell for the greatest scam of all time (fatherly approval)

Tanjirou: People assume that due to Tanjiro's age and kind nature that he would be easy to scam, what these people don't know is that Tanjiro is a human lie detector. Things do get trickier for him though when the interaction is not happening via face-to-face conversation.

Inosuke: Inosuke manages to avoid being scammed by 1) being raised in the wild by boars for most of his life thus blissfully unaware of pyramid schemes 2) resorting to violence when he finds people annoying 3) no sane scammer wanting to chose the boy wearing a taxidermied boar head as a target. But he is NOT immune to getting scammed when his physical capabilities are getting called into question.

Zenitsu: You would assume that due to Zenitsu's advanced sense of hearing he would be able to distinguish truth from lie, but recalling the fact that 8 different girls managed to scam him out of his money and make him drown in debt and that in the Kimetsu Gakuen comics Douma managed to sell him overpriced water under the guise that it was a love potion I guess that's simply not the case, at least not when the possibility of getting a girlfriend is involved. Thankfully for Zenitsu "hot babes in you area" pop-ups did not exist in Taishou era Japan.

Mitsuri: She has a huge heart and wants to believe the best in people even if said people have a huge white van parked outside with a sign saying "Free Candy"on it,alas.

And lastly HUGE shoutout to all the demons who back when they were still human clicked on a pop-up ad by some Kibutsuji Muzan guy saying "CLICK HERE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE A BETTER LIFE" this unfortunately installed a virus in their brains that drove their already fragile minds to complete insanity. Sad.

#kny #demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #gyomei himejima #muichiro tokito #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #uzui tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #long post #kny headcanons

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winterarmyy · 7 months

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Random angsty 40's!bucky blurb that i needed to share...

I've been having this constant concept in my head, whenever I'm listening to Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift. This might hurt some people because it has no happy ending. So, you have been warned.

Imagine it's the 40's and Bucky never fell out of that train and both him and Steve survived the war.

He is a war hero and she is an aspiring singer who came to New York to chase her dreams. They met at the bar where she worked at and the first time Bucky heard her singing, saw her performing; he was simply smitten. Literally would spend almost every night at the same bar just to watch her, admire her.

You'd think that his infamous reputation would give him some sort of confidence to woo her, but Bucky was a mess when he tried to approach her. He fumbles with his words, then completely lost them when she giggled at his blushed cheeks. Bucky still thought it was a miracle that she said yes when he asked her out on a date. It wa first of many that they had.

"My town was a wasteland. Full of cages, full of fences. Pageant queens and big pretenders. But for some, it was paradise"

And in one of those dates, she opens up about her past and dreams. Her, coming from a quiet, small town full of pretenders. Her, dreaming of a future where people would know her name, listen to her songs. While most men might ridicule her for having such silly dreams, Bucky has always been supportive of her.

He is sweet and kind, just a blinding ray of light to the shadow of her heart. She loved him. So does Bucky. And they had the most beautiful relationship together. They were happy.

"My boy was a montage. A slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean. I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

At least until Bucky proposed to her. His knees was on the creaking wooden floor of his small apartment, his eyes wide and glisten with so much love and adoration for her. But even if she loves him with all that's left of her heart, she let her need for chasing her ambition reign her mind. So, she let him down.

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted it comfortable. I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride.I was making my own name. Chasing that fame. He stayed the same. All of me changed like midnight"

They parted ways after; not that Bucky wanted to. He was willing to wait for her until she's ready, however long it takes. But she didn't want to break his heart even more by giving him hope. So, she left.

Months later she was scouted sure enough she made it. She made her name, her legacy. She was a star; and her fame only rose higher until years gone by.

And "Midnight Rain" is her perspective in the future when she got all she ever wanted; her voice to be heard, her songs to played, the fame and the riches that came with it. She had everything. All except one; love.

One lonely night she was on the piano; the thought of Bucky came across her mind. And all of the words just spilled out from her heart, just as the tears broke from her eyes.

"It came like a postcard. Picture perfect, shiny family. Holiday, peppermint candy. But for him it's every day"

She wondered if Bucky ever got married. If he found another lucky woman who can mend the heart she had left broken. If he finally got the happiness he well deserved.

"So I peered through a window. A deep portal, time travel. All the love we unravel. And the life I gave away"

She hopes so. That he is happy but at the same time she missed him so dearly. Her soul yearned for his, her skin longed for his heat. His smile, his laughter, his kisses. Everything was unraveling. And she wondered about the life that she could've had with him if she stayed behind. If she said yes to forever. Would she be happier then?

"I guess sometimes we all get. Just what we wanted, just what we wanted. And he never thinks of me. Except when I'm on TV"

Yes, she made it. She got what she wanted. The cost? She had to abandon what she needed the most. And she imagined that Bucky must have forgotten her by now. He must have erase her from his life, that the thought of her will never came across his mind. Except, perhaps when he saw her in the news.

"I guess sometimes we all get. Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted. And I never think of him. Except on midnights like this"

Many nights like this, she reminisce about her relationship with Bucky and realized that he is the best thing that had happened to her. And that revelation had haunted her because she knew that it was far too late for her now.

And i-- *sobs*

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #40s!bucky #1940s!bucky #bucky angst

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blu3b3rryj4mp1r3 · 2 years

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You should talk about the cutie mark crusaders and what you like about each of them!!!

oh I'd love to!! 🍎🌸🎀💛💗🔔🎶🛴🧡⚡

I love how applejack gave them her old clubhouse to use and that it's located in sweet apple acres, I like the idea of applejack coming to check on them sometimes or maybe bringing them freshly baked cookies from time to time 🍪🧡 and how fun wouldn't it be to play together amongst all the apple trees (when they aren't busy crusading ofcourse! 😄)

the cmc in general: they turned something they were teased for and that used to weigh them down into something they could bond over and in turn made a life long friendship stronger than the toughest of diamonds 💎👑 later inspiring and helping others who are unsure of their destinies just as they were and I think that is so powerful! the episode call of the cutie is a great introduction that really leaves you wanting to see what they're going to do next and how they will achieve their goal 🧡💛💜

they're the sisters of rarity, rainbow dash and applejack! which makes for some great episodes featuring them all together. sleepless in ponyville, the cart before the ponies & campfire tales for example! spending so much time together would not only bring them closer with their sisters but it probably brought applejack, rarity and rainbow dash closer too, and I love that!

all of their songs are great! their voices blend together very nicely in my opinion. Amanda Renberg as Scootaloo, Linn Johnsson as Apple Bloom and Annelie Heed as Sweetie Belle all did a wonderful job voicing their characters in the iconic trio! (ofcourse this is from my perspective, and those are the swedish voices but the same can be said for the original english ones!😊) my personal favourites of the cmc songs are babs seed, hearts as strong as horses, find the purpose in your life and all of the songs in the crusaders of the lost mark (& they are all so fun to sing!) 🎵

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favourite cmc episode: crusaders of the lost mark! all of their searching finally paying off, helping their bully to see her purpose and the fact that their special talent turns out to be helping others find/rediscover their own special talent is just PERFECT, we were all wondering how it would turn out right? and this was just better than every other potential outcome, they all belong together to help others find themselves, just as they did! 🥺😌🧡💜💛

Apple bloom 🍎🌸: has my favourite colour scheme, she reminds me of apple flavoured candy, I'm also biased towards anything fruit themed! and I adore her bow!! 🍎💛🎀 I can relate to her fear of being alone the episode on your marks and also to how she's scared at one point that her family won't like her if she turns out to be different to them (when she's scared her cutie mark won't be apple related). and I love her relationship with her family, the end of family appreciation day and brotherhooves social just warms my heart! 💛🍎💚🥧 also I love the cupcake song scene where she's baking with pinkie and that she got interested in potions and magic after meeting zecora! (also the fact that she as a foal was the first to befriend zecora and not be so judgmental!!)

favourite apple bloom episode: (oh glitter all of these are so hard to pick!! 🤣 but I think cutie pox, somepony to watch over me or call of the cutie 🍎🌸💛🎀

scootaloo⚡🛴🧡: I actually have only watched flight to the finish once because while it has been dubbed I somehow missed it (and can't find the whole episode in swedish, only the songs) but I have watched it on my latest rewatch (where I watched it in english :) and I love it so much, I'm not physically disabled myself, I am mentally disabled (though I feel really weird saying that for some reason) but I think scootaloo is a really great disabled character because being disabled is not her whole character, far from, and I think there should be more characters like her! I also think she's really funny, her scooter tricks are awesome and I adore her idolizing rainbow dash and wishing for her to be her sister and then in sleepless in ponyville when she's scared of rainbow dash not thinking she's cool enough then rainbow admits that she's scared sometimes too and that it doesn't make her weak and then she like adopts her as her sister and aaaaaaaahhh!!! I love found family story lines so much, also the episodes parental glideance in season 7 and the washouts in season 8 broke my heart and then put it back together! 😂🌈🧡⚡and I love how she stood up for herself and what she wants to her parents in the last crusade in season 9, people often disregard kids feelings because they're "just kids" and I think scootaloo is a really strong pony for doing what she did in that episode 🧡🛴

sweetie belle 🎶💗🔔: she's just precious! her singing voice is so beautiful and I like how she has a hard time speaking up and putting together words sometimes because I can relate and it's really funny! I love sisterhooves social and I laugh every time I watch that scene where she argues with rarity and comes to the conclusion that applejack should be rarity's sister so she can teach her how to be a good one 😂 oh or when apple bloom allows her to "borrow" applejack as a sister for "ONE DAY"-🍎🌸 to me she is a very caring pony and maybe the most relatable of the 3 to me personally (all though saying that I feel like I find all of them relatable but in different ways)

favourite scootaloo episode: flight to the finish, I think! 🏁🧡

favourite sweetie belle episode: I want to say sisterhooves social but I also love for whom the sweetie belle toils 🔔💗🎶

so those are some of my thoughts on the cmc! thank you so much anon for making me write this and inspire me to draw the cutie mark crusaders, I love these little foals so much! 🥺😄💗🧡💛

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp ask #my art! ☆#cmc #cutie mark crusaders #my little pony #friendship is magic #scootaloo #sweetie belle #apple bloom #the cmc #☆.asks #my pony art ☆

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taschamonnii · 1 year

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More Than A Woman - Part 2 (You Slipped Me A Potion)

Read Part 1

You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character - Elizabeth Olsen)

*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.*

Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the deep dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and high waisted pants and skirts.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Angst/Smut/Fluff

TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together,

I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman

AN: This is part Two to this Original Series

Word Count: 3,945

Imagine This:

Every single time you close your eyes you find that intense emerald gaze staring back at you. You don’t even have to close your eyes, your mind is trapped in the moment, trapped in your truck…Your truck, that now has a different smell to it and god it’s devine. Her perfume lingered and the smell of her skin is still so fresh in your mind that it has you distracted and daydreaming every moment of the day. She is consuming your every thought. Her lips, eyes, skin, hair, and god her freckles. You can’t escape her and never want to. You are in this way too deep already but you don’t care. She wants to be smart about things. It is sexy to see her mind work on the logistics and come up with the best possible ways to do things. She is so fucking smart and creative. A few calls and one lunch in the next town over and you have worked out some things to play it on the cautious side.

She loves her family and you are smart enough to know you don’t want to ruin that for her but you are also smart enough to know that maybe her husband isn’t as straight as he seems and you are hopeful for a fun shared future with the Carter’s. Your Theo really likes her John so you are hopeful that maybe in the future there could be a more permanent agreement.

It took some convincing but she agrees to meet at your house after you convince her that two women hanging out around lunch time is not suspicious. You are nervous to let her into your world because you have done this in the past and married women always break your heart but something about Shirley is different. You spent the weekend cleaning your house and organizing everything.

On Sunday while Theo cooks dinner as per usual he voices his concerns. “Do you think it’s wise to start this so soon? I just mean we are stuck here for a while. I have to not only stabilize the company but get them to a place where they are making progress.”

You sit on the island counter and sip your drink. “I know that, Theo. I appreciate your concerns but she’s different. You said it yourself that her and her husband set off your radar. Maybe this will be our chance to find a couple we could have a real arrangement with. Don’t you think it’s worth the risk?”

He smiles and acts like he is thinking hard “I mean, I guess. Just be careful, Honey.”

“Aren’t I always.”

Theo made extra food so you can warm it up tomorrow for your lunch date.

You have everything all prepared and set up at your little kitchen nook table when you hear her knock in the pattern she chose to be your little secret knock. You rush to the door and check the mirror there. You are wearing a white button up that is tucked into your jeans. You fluff your hair and take a deep breath before opening the door.

The smile you had prepared to meet her drops as your gaze devours the beauty in front of you. Your jaw drops and you can’t stop the stupid “Wow!” that leaves your lips.

She smiles and puckers her lips, a light blush tinting her neck and cheeks. Her brown hair is down in loose curls and she is wearing a stunning maroon dress that falls just past her knees. You are at a loss for words and stand there in shock.

She giggles “Hi.”

You rub the back of your neck “Hi.”

“Are you going to invite me in or are you just going to keep staring?”

“Shit! Sorry, come in.”

You move aside and gesture for her to come in and watch unashamed as her hips sway to carry her into your house. The dress hugs her curves and it is a sight to see. She looks around soaking in all the details of your house. Your decorations are more funky and fresh than most the houses in this town since you brought your things from Cali. You shut your door and lock it.

“This is the front room obviously.”

“Obviously. What is that delicious smell?”

“Oh um, lunch, here.”

You head to the kitchen and she follows, still looking around trying to absorb every detail. She sets her bag down on your kitchen island and tosses her sunglasses next to it. She smiles as she observes you filling both glasses with sun tea.

You pull out a chair and gesture for her to take it. “Why thank you.”

You take the seat across from her with a smile. You take a sip of your tea trying to calm your nerves. Something about having her here is overwhelming.

She takes a nervous sip of her tea as well. You set your glass down and run your fingers over the edge. “I have a confession, I’m a bit nervous.”

“I am too. It’s thrillin’ you know. A simple lunch is so much more now. The world on the way over seemed brighter, more full of color than it has in a long time.”

“You really put it great and it’s even more than that for me. I thought moving here was going to be awful. Back in Cali everything is so bright and colorful and people are just different and more open to the endless possibilities of life. I was scared my life would turn into a boring black and white movie. It doesn’t feel like 1976 here, sometimes it feels like the 60s. But there you were in bright colors smiling at me like you are right now.”

She lets out an adorable giggle and averts her gaze to the food. “Well, I think you have a way with words, y/n.”

“It’s actually my secret talent.” You give her a cheeky smile and wink.

“What do you mean Secret talent?”

“Well, I work as an author. I Write under different names.”

“Oh that’s fascinating. You must show me sometime.”

“I’d love to, as long as I get to read some of your writing sometime in exchange. I know you said you’ve written a few songs.”

“Really? Well, that would make one of you, ‘cause John has no interest, and I read all his boring stuff-”

“Mmm, do you want to talk about him?”

She shakes her head with a bit of a grimacing face.

“No, sorry. We’re definitely,” She sets down her glass with a smile aimed at the table as she gestures with her hands, “Not.”

She sighs and looks up at you as she licks her lips.

You smile softly.

“I think we are both a little overwhelmed. This feels more real and significant, let's just go slow, let's just start with lunch.”

She nodded. “Yeah this feels like my life will never be the same. Slow is good. The food does look good”

You nod and pick up your fork and dig into the food. She does the same and dramatically moans at her first bite “Mmm, wow a woman of many talents, this is very good, y/n.”

“Oh well you can thank Theo sometime he made it. I don’t cook worth shit.”

She laughs and it fills your body with joy. “You don’t cook?”

“No I don’t do any cooking, actually I’m a bit of a fire hazard according to my Theo. I’m not allowed in the kitchen unsupervised except to re-heat things and make beverages.”

“I bet I could teach you. It’s really rather easy.”

“Well, any excuse to see you I will happily take.”

The blush that creeps up her neck makes you giddy. Small talk continues and the meal is quickly finished. But there is still an air of hesitation so you both slowly start to clean up. She insists on cleaning up. It’s oddly soothing to do the dishes with her like you are domestic together. It makes your heart ache because you are doubtful you will ever get that full-time.

You give her a house tour. You show her your shared home office and even give her a glance at Theo’s room when she asks about it. You end it at the door of your room. You open the door and pull her into the room. She wonders the space of your room and decides to lean against your dresser as you shut and lock your door. You turn to her and the air grows heavy. Her gaze travels your body and you can see her eyes darken.

You move to stand before her and place your hands on her hips. You feel her shiver at your touch and you know that she feels the intensity. Her hands go to your shoulders and run up your neck and into your hair. You glance at her lips and then her eyes and back to her lips then capture her lips softly. She sighs out in relief and digs her fingers into your hair to pull you closer. She licks at your bottom lip quickly moving to deepen and intensify the kiss. You grunt trying to keep up. Teeth scrape and tongues meet and the fire is set free between the two of you. You quickly unzip her dress and pull it down. You both step out of shoes and the spaghetti strap slip she has on is a silky and sheer little red thing. Her cleavage looks incredible.

You grab her waist and lift her up off the ground just slightly, making her gasp and part from your lips. You spin around and take a step so that the back of her legs hit the mattress as you set her back on the ground. She makes quick work of your button up shirt. You move your hands down to your waist and undo your jeans and pull them and your panties down which stops her from being able to fully remove your shirt. It's fully unbuttoned and reveals your body to her enough to satisfy her gaze. She puts one of her legs on the mattress behind her and works to scoot and lay down at the same time keeping her slip on. You smirk and follow her on your knees.

You place a hand next to her to hold you up and run your hand from her calf up under her slip. You take your time feeling her smooth skin and bite your bottom lip as you look down at her. Her emerald gaze is intense and it is hypnotizing. She has angel eyes that say so much. Your hand is inches away from where you know she wants you but you remove it in a flash you pull at the fabric covering her and bunch it up. You adjust so your legs intertwine and she gasps when she feels your thigh against her and you sigh as you press your own wet core against her thigh. She pulls you closer forcing your body weight to be more on her. She captures your lips roughly.

She moans against you as you both begin to grind your hips. Her jaw has dropped open leaving her mouth wide open as she pants and moans. "Ah ah ah!"

Her moans are so breathy and hot against your skin they make you shudder. One of her hands is in your hair and the other has a death grip on your shoulder. Her legs are so fucking soft against yours. You feel overwhelmed by the tangled mess you are in. She smells so sweet and feels so good and her long legs are strong you can feel her muscles flex against you and it's sending you barrelling towards the edge.

"Mmm oh Shirley! Fuck!"

You both begin to get more erratic in your movements and you can tell she is just as close. You both stare into each other's eyes as you cum.

"Oh Y/n! Ah! AH!"

"Yes! Oh!"

Both your hips buck hard and falter as muscles contract and squeeze and legs tremble. You can't hold yourself up any longer and collapse fully on top of her. Making her gasp and grip your shoulder harder. You breathe against her and she breathes against you.

You kiss her shoulder as you come back to reality and roll off her. She turns and lays half on top of you. You look at her and brush her hair back "Are you okay?"

"More than. That was wow! Are you okay?"

“Mmm, wow indeed.”

She bites her bottom lip. "Thank you, y/n."

"No Shirley, thank you!"

She giggles and leans up to kiss you once again. Softer this time, less urgent. You match her kiss and tangle your hands in her hair. She pulls away slowly. She licks her lips and puckers them to the side, something you have come to learn means she's thinking about something.

"What is it?"

"Hmm?"

"You are doing that thing with your lips, like you are thinking about something and want to say something. What is it?"

"I, well, I read this book."

She bites her bottom lip again and you nod patiently. You run your hand over her back enjoying the moist silky soft fabric on your fingertips.

"In this book these two women, they, well, do something and I am not sure if it is realistic or even feels as good as the book made it sound I'm just thinking about it."

"Mmm, I see. Some lesbian literature has piqued your interest in trying some things?"

"Precisely."

"What exactly are you curious about?"

She licks her lips then sucks them in together and shakes her head as she purses them tighter. You pull her chin and make her look at you. "What is it? You can tell me."

"I don't know what it's called or how to say it really."

"Hmm is it what I said I wanted to do in the truck?"

"No, I mean I want that too, at some point."

A smirk grows on your lips "At some point indeed, I will definitely have my tongue buried inside you. But if it's not that, I need more information."

"Can I just try to show you?"

You raise an eyebrow at her "oh honey you can do whatever you like."

A nervous sort of giddy smile takes over her face and you are hyper aware of the effect it has on you. She moves all the way on top of you and fits herself between your legs. The fabric of her slip bunched up under her breasts as she adjusted and the spaghetti straps fell down giving you the breathtaking view of her breasts hanging as she lifted herself up slightly. She moves and in an instant your attention is on the sensation of her wet center pressed against yours. Your gaze shoots from her breasts to her dark green eyes. “Oh damn, Shirley. Okay I know what you are after.”

“You do so this is a real thing? I don’t really know how to do it.”

You hold her hips and nod “it’s real, just difficult.”

You move your legs and angle your hips as you hold her hips until you get just the right angle.

"Ah"

"Yeah? Is that good?"

You move against her again and watch her reaction carefully. "Mmm yeah, so good."

"Mmm good. Move your hips like this."

You move your hands to her ass and move her hips against yours. "Do whatever feels best to you."

"Mmm"

You hold her hips loosely and let her take control. She begins to move a sigh falling from her lips. You watch her as she holds herself up more to get more leverage. The spaghetti straps of her slip fall further down her shoulders. Her cleavage is so sexy and the way she moves her hips is memorizing. She changes the angle and moves harder against you and you throw your head back at the perfect wet friction. In unison you both moan.

"Oh fuck!" - "Ah AH!"

She looks down at you and manages to do it again "there?"

You lock your gaze on hers and nod "there!"

She repeats the motion and you are honestly overwhelmed. For being more of a novelty that you don’t usually prefer, this feels so good. A voice in your head tells you that it’s because of her and you can’t deny that. Everything with her is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. You are falling way too hard for her but how could you not?

Her breathy moans are so hot and her grip on your shoulders and upper chest is definitely going to leave a mark. Her hips are magical.

“Ah ah AAAHHH!”

“Fuck Shirley! YES AHH!”

You watch in awe as her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens even wider as her eyes shoot to the ceiling. “Oh Y/N-OH-GOD OH!”

You feel her release and it sends you spiraling off the edge into your own release. You two are soaked. She leans forward and moans into a sloppy kiss. “Mmm”

“Mmm-hmm.”

You hold her in your arms both of you sweaty disasters. Once you both catch your breath you let out a soft laugh. “You know most people don’t call me god, but I kind of liked it coming from you.”

She props herself up slightly and smacks your shoulder playfully “SHUT UP!”

You smirk playfully. “Make me!”

She puckers her lips to the side and attempts to tickle your sides but you are unphased by her rapid assault. “Oh come on you are not ticklish?”

You grab her hips in a flash, flip her over and pin her to the bed as you tickle her and a burst of laughter escapes her sweet lips. “Sorry a tickle attack won’t work on me but I see it works on you.”

She is gasping for breaths between laughter “Not fair! Okay! Okay!”

You shake your head “Huh-uh, I want to hear you call me God again.”

“Fuck you, GOD!”

You stop your tickling assault and burst out in laughter. “Oh you just did that, did you want to go again?”

“You are ridiculous!”

“But you like it. Don’t you, Shirley?”

She rolls her eyes “maybe.”

You smile and lean in to rapidly kiss her lips and cheeks and chin. She grabs the back of your neck and captures your lips in a rough kiss that she slowly releases. You are left stunned and she smiles evilly “you know I like you.”

You give her a crooked sort of smile, “even when I’m being ridiculous?”

She grins. “Especially.”

You kiss her lips quickly then flip over to the side tired from your delightful afternoon activities.

“Shit, I’m a mess!”

You laugh. “A hot mess.”

She gets up quickly “No, I mean I need to shower.”

You sit up. “Let's shower then.”

You get up and throw your sweaty button up into the hamper by your dresser and walk toward the master bath. You can feel her gaze on your ass as you pass her and it's so satisfying. That is until she enters the bathroom behind you and removes the straps of her slip and lets the thin fabric fall to the ground. Your jaw drops and you shake your head as you observe her bare form. She was crafted by a woman who LOVES the female form. She has soft curves and firm muscles and the longest fucking legs and the cutest tummy and perky breasts and your mind can’t keep up!

“You’re drooling darlin’.”

You snap back to reality, closing your mouth and running your hands over your face. “I can’t really help it, have you seen yourself!?!”

She tilts her head with a silly crooked grin. “Please, look at you.”

“Forget me! You are a piece of art! How the fuck are you even real and HOW the FUCK did John manage to get your attention he looks so orinary and you are an actual goddess.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a step closer to you. “Anyone ever tell you that you are the most dramatic person they’ve ever met?”

You see right through her though the deep blush that appears on her skin is beautiful. You shake your head with a sly smile. “No never, I’m known for being brutally honest actually.”

She shakes her head as she tries to contain her smile. You lean in and capture her lips with a smile on your own lips. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and presses herself against you and you hold her hips softly. You could stay like this with her forever. She pulls back first slowly and you both sigh. “Alright smooth talker I really need to shower. I have to pick up Madison and Marissa at three.”

You can’t help the pout that takes over your face as reality hits you. “Don’t give me that face. It’s not fair.”

“I know they come first and I think your girls are wonderful. I just wish I was John. He’s so lucky.”

Her gaze softened and she leaned in and kissed you softly and you could feel she understood you. You gave her a soft smile as she pulled back. You took her hand and pulled her into the shower. A comforting silence envelopes your bathroom. The only sound is the water as you wait for it to heat up a bit. When it feels like a good temp you get your hair wet and sigh as the water soothes your sore muscles. You move after you have had a decent rinse and switch places with Shirley.

You watch as she closes her eyes and lets the water run through her hair and down her face and body. She sighs and wipes the water away from her eyes with both hands. She opens her eyes and finds your stare. Her gaze locks onto yours and the softest smile takes over her delicate and bare features. The few freckles on her face make her look delicate. Her gaze makes your knees weak. Her emerald eyes are so intense and full of something that terrifies you. The look she gives you has your heart aching. You are falling for her. She is so soft that you can't stop your own heart eyes from forming. Your gaze softens and your smile reaches your eyes. You are both locked in this silent stare of being in awe of each other. Her sweet southern accent and voice are soft as she says, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You tilt your head at her and quirk an eyebrow and wait for more. “Thank you for seeing me.”

You sigh happily “I couldn’t really help that. The second you caught my eye you were, are, all I see.”

She sucks her bottom lip as a blush cascades from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck to her chest. Seeing her blush bare like this is something you want more of. “Besides the second you saw me you slipped me a potion. Just like Leo Sayer says in that song.”

You sing the lyrics that remind you of her imitating the singer as best as you can. “You got a cute way of talking, you got the better of me, just snap your fingers and I’m walking, like a dog hanging on your lead.”

Her blush deepens and she laughs and you feel like you have won the game of life just being able to experience her joy let alone be the cause of it.

She imitates the singer and sings the next part as she shakes and shimmies her shoulders “You make me feel like dancing, wanna dance the night away!”

You join in singing the popular song and laugh and shimmy.

A/N: If this didn’t make you smile like an idiot then seek help because I was smiling like an idiot as I wrote it!

#Elizabeth Olsen #Female Reader X Shirley Carter #70s-80s Southern HouseWife #cheating on husbands to be gay but the husbands are also Gay lol #original series #made up original character based on the way Elizabeth Olsen plays old fashioned Housewives #smut #angst #wlw #lesbian #playlist for elizabeth olsen living her best disco life and that are vibes for the show and for dancing #inspo taken from WandaVision and I Saw The Light and Love & Death

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Sam loved spending time at the Addam's abode. She loved the shadows that lurk at her back and the dark gloomy clouds that perpetually linger. She loved the sound of the creaking staircase and the murder of crows that nest in the cemetery out front.

She loved Thing's stash of macabre poetry and uncle Fester's giddy sense of humour and Lurch's talent for playing the piano. She loved Morticia's grace and allure - the exact opposite of her own mother's saccharine poise.

But out of all the members of the Addams family, it's Grandmama Frump who's got a special place in the depths of Sam's inky black heart

She positively adored the batty old witch, who had a wide array of hobbies and interests. From cooking and knitting to witchcraft and candle making, she was a woman of many talents.

Sure, she had one or two screws loose, but Sam had been hanging around the Fenton's since second grade and the Addamsses don't store ghosts in soup thermoses.

Grandmama Frump kept marbles and mothballs in her pockets and was a serial collector who loved showing off. She'd once shown Sam her collection of prosthetic eyes, and when asked where, why and how, she'd replied that many of them had been gifted to her by a long-distance ex-boyfriend who'd lived in France.

She had piles and piles of books, many of which were coated in dust and at least a few centuries old. She had books on farming, sewing, child-rearing, sword fighting, fencing, herbology, sailing, tragedies and more. She had books on hexes and curses and brewing potions and poisons. Sam was particularly entranced by an ancient book bound in leather and filled with detailed drawings of plants, little creatures with pointy teeth and rhymes that could cure boils and headaches. It had been written by a young woman who'd been burned at the stake and Grandmama Frump claimed to have traded for it with a pair of good shoes and a bezoar from the stomach of a goat.

She was a fountain of knowledge, insisting upon teaching Sam how to whittle and speak in tounges. Most times Sam would find her hunched over a bubbling cauldron with fistfuls of dried herbs and an array of ornate daggers at her disposal.

She taught Sam how to wrap a broken bone, treat a rotten tooth and make a poultice to soothe blood blossom burns.

She had a tendency to lose her dentures and howl during full moons. She wore rings on every finger, each one of them carrying a different family curse.

She'd sit the whole family down by the fireplace and regal them with absurd tales and grim encounters, most typically dissolving into nonsense and rambles around halfway through.

She had a habit of slipping things into people's pockets when they weren't paying attention. From hard candies wrapped in parchment to little coloured vials filled with lethal concoctions. Sam once found a green vial the of colour jade, no bigger than the nail on her thumb, nestled into the folds of a scarf she had worn the entire afternoon and hadn't taken off once. Now she has an entire windowsill lined with odd little trinkets and colourful little bottles with corked lids and murky contents - the only pop of colour in her dark and dreary bedroom.

Tucker complained about the smell of incense and smoke, but Sam still carried around the bundle of twine and wax that was tied tight with a blood red string - a protection charm for her and her friends. She took it wherever she went and it never left her pocket, for Grandmama Frump had made her swear to never be without it.

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 10 months

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Re-married Empress Oc

(In public)

(In private)

"I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do."

Name: Hecate Callista Astoria

Nicknames: Queen of the Witches, The Dark Lady, Grand Duke Kaufman's lover.

Role: Grand Princess of a small but powerful kingdom and Witch.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hecate has beautiful oval face with obsidian black semi wavy mid-back hair with side bangs in an updo in public and loose in private, dark teal eyes and pale skin. She wear warm pink eyeshadow and light pink lipgloss, she has an hourglass figure and stands 165 cm.

Clothing: Hecate usually wear dresses that show off her figure, her favorite is a black dress with slit sleeves, gold fasteners hold it together and a sweetheart neckline with gold leaves embroidered and lace up black block heel sandals . She usually wears a gold collar necklace and gold laurel wreath crown.

Personality: She carries herself with royal demeanor and resembles a clean freak in many ways. She also exhibits a certain level of contempt for those who take carelessness with their looks. Hecate disapproves of the concept of wishing for something to happen since she thinks that achieving one's goals can only be attained by genuine effort.

Hecate is a brilliant thinker who is also incredibly clever and humorous. She appears to be examining everyone she is staring at with her cold, analytical eyes. She loves learning as sometimes seen having deep conversations especially with mages.

Hecate is exceedingly stubborn and strong-willed, as well as incredibly determined and courageous. She has demonstrated a great deal of boldness, courage, and fearlessness.

Although Hecate has a very kind heart, she can be quite harsh and judgemental when she meets new people. However, once they have won her favor, Hecate is exceedingly loyal.

Hecate is known for her bluntness and her lack of filter. She doesn't mind annoying or insulting those who disagree with her or find her annoying. Rashta and Sovieshu are prime examples as Hecate calls them "the perfect match for stupidity."

Powers and abilities: She's a highly powerful witch who's known for her potions and her overwhelming power. Her presence makes the area she is in engulfed by magic.

Her know abilities are:

Mystiokinesis: Hecate is a prodigy in magic.

Potion creation: Hecate's potions are highly powerful and sought after. Some potions come in different forms of liquid, such as jelly, stew, brew, or even soup. They can also be made into solid form, often pills, powder, candy, and possibly drugs.

Prophecy: She can see multiple futures that could happen and predict prophecies.

Mist Control: Hecate has absolute control over the Mist. A swirling column of pure white Mist surrounds her when she is present. She can teleport people, summon Mistforms, and create illusions.

Umbrakinesis: Hecate can control and manipulate darkness and shadows

Necromancy: Hecate can control and manipulate the dead, however it takes more of her power.

Familiar summoning: Hecate can summon her familiars when she needs them.

#the remarried empress #grand duke kaufman #duke kaufman #hecate astoria

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tickledpink31 · 1 year

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Perks of Minako's curse Part 2

(Warning: A gratuitous consumption of poison)

Just a bit of an add-on to this. Commenters on Ao3 gave me a few ideas.

Like Kalim, Minako can detect poison, but unlike Kalim, she won't die ingesting poison. She becomes a regular guest of Scarabia parties because of this, and it's mandatory that she gets the first taste of every dish. If anyone were ever given a poisoned or laced dish without any meat (cuz Minako is still vegetarian), the food immediately becomes a part of Minako's food rations

I imagine that it's like this hilarious fanart, but instead it's Kalim dumping his laced lentil soup into Minako's mouth.

During the Pomefiore arc, Vil nearly tears his hair out in a fit of rage that the fatty and sugary foods that he cast "Fairest One of All" on is still safe for Minako to eat. She was seen smugly eating the tart that Trey gifted her and carrying on with her day like normal.

Lilia's cooking is almost the same situation with Minako's feelings on rancid food, but it's still an acquired taste. She eats Lilia's cooking anyway as a show of dominance and to strike fear into the hearts of Sebek and the rest of the Diasomnia students.

Minako cooking up her noxious recipes gives me iZombie cooking scenes vibes minus the cannibalism on brains. Her food looks incredibly appetizing that it's no wonder that Grim and Ruggie drool over them despite knowing that what she cooked up would kill them.

And speaking of Ruggie, boy does he wish he had Minako's immunity. He'd be able to make poisonous berries and plants a part of his diet.

Crewel is a little uneasy about his daughter, I mean his student continuing to rely on lethal berries and plants for food even after he forced Crowley to give Minako a more sufficient wage. He later concludes that Minako is a lost cause as he watches her munch on her candied lantana flowers and spread nightshade jam on her scone during their afternoon tea time.

Sam is an enabler, advertising various poisons in his shop as tasty condiments only for Minako.

"Hey, this'll taste great on salads!"

Jade is enabler #2 and is amused by Minako's taste for poisonous flora. Surely, she understands the beauty of mushrooms. He and her are happily cooking, or "stinking up the kitchen" as Floyd calls it, making every mushroom dish in the book—death cap pasta, skullcap pizza, cream of destroying angel mushroom soup, jack o' lantern risotto, you name it!

Jade won't dare to eat any of what they made, but he likes to watch Minako's eyes light up when she takes a bite out of the pasta. He had a great day: a date with the lovely dorm leader of Mugglesworth and cooking with mushrooms.

Rook is enabler #3. You can't tell me that he doesn't poison the tips of his arrows. He shows her his collection of wolfsbane juice and even gives Minako a sample to drink. He takes her down to the Pomefiore lab and the place temporarily becomes a bar where Minako can experiment on making mocktails. Upon seeing her down ten tubes of potions, the Pomefiore students are either feeling irked, horrified, or more attracted to this girl (Vil feels a mix of all three).

If the Beautiful Queen were here, she'd probably be shaking in her high heels at this horrid little girl that thrives on the taste of poison.

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The Ripple Verse: !!BOY GENIUS!! CHAOS THEORY

Lil’ Miss Amour! AKA Amy LoveHeart

My first ever OC for volume 2: !!BOY GENIUS!! (and technically my first ever OC for the Wordgirl fandom in general)

Extra Doodles:

CW: a lot of no-no words ((one including the ‘C-Word’ since Tobey is British and in his Tweenage years))

So to clarify:

No I’m not shipping my OC Amy LoveHeart with Tobey McCallister (she’s like 9 while he’s 13 and when he turns 18 she’ll be 14 so ew no thank you). I just wanted to make a villain oc that gets on Tobey’s and admittedly my own nerves

Info:

Amy/Lil’ Miss Amour is a 9-10 year old villain.

She moved into Fair City around the time Wordgirl left Earth when she was 7.

She became a Villain 2 years later around the time when 13 year old Tobey Mccallister took up the mantle as Fair City’s okayest “SOMEWHAT-A-hero” as a substitute for WordGirl’s Absence.

Amy gets a crush on any (cute) boy she sees IMMEDIATELY. She doesn’t have to know them, if they’re pretty, she likes them. And if she likes them, she forces them to like her back by using her powers. (Then forcing them to steal goods and treats she wants, uncaring if the boy is caught unless she doesn’t get what she wanted)

Tobey originally was safe from her (since she thought he was just ‘meh, not cute’). But then when he proved to be the only boy that couldn’t fall for her trance, magic, or potions, she fell for him. ((Now Tobey gets to feel what it’s like to be in WordGirl’s shoes when he was smitten with her when they were 10-11. Tobey hates the reminder of that time and he absolutely hates Lil’ Miss Amour with every FIBER OF HIS BEING—))

Her catchphrase is:

“Mon Amour LOVE BEAM!” (She’s Spanish but I misspelt her name Amor as Amour, so now there’s no going back, she’s bilingual now. And probably bisexual in the future—)

Her powers consist of:

Eyes that can manipulate others into falling in love with her/adoring her. Therefore, making them be under her every command (Alike to Mind Control but forcing the victim to love her)

Knowledge of alchemy (usually it’s just magic love potions)

Creating crystallized hearts by her magic wand (very fragile, looks like candy actually-)

Pink blasts that leaves her victims in a love struck daze/trance temporarily

Her powers grow stronger in later episodes, examples:

She can force people into or out of relationships

Emotional manipulation (I don’t mean the ‘abusive type of manipulation’, I mean she literally forces their emotions). Example: She can force people to feel anger, jealousy, hatred, etc.

I plan for her to be a recurring Villain in Season 2 for Tobey, and she’ll even make a few appearances in !!WORDGIRL!! Teen Spirit but she’s mostly around to ruin things when Becky tries to get closer to Tobey romantically, including one on one hangouts and attempted confessions (much to Becky’s frustration and Tobey’s growing hatred towards the little girl)

((The Ripple Verse is tagged so if you’re interested in my AU at all 👉👈 you can click it in the post tags and look more into it))

Reblogs and Replies/Comments are GREATLY appreciated!!

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The Homoerotic Subtext of Dean and Cas in Early Season Four (pt. 1)

4x01 Lazarus Rising

Note: I don't agree with Eric Kripke about a lot of things. That man is my nemesis. But I do see and appreciate hella gay subtext (key word subtext. I don’t how much of it was intentional and I don’t think he had any plans to go anywhere with it. I also don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with that but will leave it up to everyone else to have their own feelings ♥)

[Warnings for references to rape that are made within the episode and Dean's racist porn and the theme of compromised bodily autonomy]

Cas is an angel who saved Dean from Hell, which, to quote Dean, “Is Fabio on that paperback?” The build up and expectation that Cas is going to be monstrous and bad only for the dramatic rug-pull that he’s an angel who sees Dean for who he is and thinks he deserved to be saved, who tells him good things do happen, is very epically romantic in its structure.

We also have to remember that Cas is not framed strictly as a good guy at first. He's on par with Ruby, and in the same way, it’s ambiguous as to whether he’s good or bad, right or wrong; we’re meant to be suspicious of him in a similar way to how we are Ruby. and Dean and Cas and Sam and Ruby are very much cast in parallel right from the beginning, as I’ll point out.

Our Season opener song being "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC– we hear this directly before Dean wakes up in his coffin fighting for air, crawls out of his grave and sees he’s at ground zero of what looks like an explosion or natural disaster of some kind. I think the song can apply to both Dean and Cas and Sam and Ruby.

Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it And you shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me

(RUBY: Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic.)

[images:]

Dean breathing heavily on his back on the ground in the grass

Dean in his t shirt walking towards the gas station that says "Lubrication"

Dean with his mouth open and breathing heavily in the gas station

Dean lifting his shirt in front of the mirror

Dean seeing the handprint in the mirror

A handprint branding into his skin. Dean had Cas’s handprint branded onto him.

Shir Hashirim / Song of Songs 8:6-- Place me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, zeal is as strong as the grave; its coals are coals of fire of a great flame [Tanakh]

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. [NRSV]

Anna puts her hand on the brand when she and Dean have sex in 4x10.

[images:]

Dean's oral fixation, he has a candy bar in his mouth

Dean's porn, with the word "Love Potion"

straps that say "Strap-on" behind Dean at the register

"In the Shadow of the Valley" by Lost Weekend Western Swing Band playing on the radio when Cas tries to talk to Dean in the gas station.

A service station/gas station/filling station/pumping station whatever you wanna call it being where Dean and Cas first “meet,” and Cas first tries to talk to him. Gas stations were popular for gay cruising spots, and because of this, there are gay bars and clubs named things like “The Pumping Station.” This was especially true in 2008 before hookup apps.

Cas rebuilt Dean’s entire body-- BOBBY: Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-- DEAN: I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

[image: Dean showing Bobby the handprint]

DEAN: And then this. (He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.) BOBBY: (standing) What in the hell? DEAN: Yeah, it’s like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.

(gay joke illustrating Kripke’s frame of mind

Secret Ruby when Dean and Sam hug: So are you two like... together?

the rape references also really start to escalate in season four after Dean comes back

DEAN: (advancing) So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.)

Establishing his lack of faith in good forces so that it can be dramatically challenged by Cas in the fourth act. DEAN: (grabs SAM by the front of his shirt) There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!

SAM: She’s gonna eat you alive. DEAN: I just got outta jail. Bring it. (DEAN in act four: What do you say we ring the dinner bell?)

Pamela flirts with Dean and gropes him and then has her eyes burned out by Cas.

Pamela is a psychic saying Cas touched Dean somewhere intimate-- PAMELA: And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched. Dean jumps. DEAN: Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there. PAMELA: My mistake.

Dean sarcastically suggesting he was brought back to life because he’s hot or the creature has some sort of infatuation with him-- DEMON WAITRESS: So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special? DEAN: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. (Cas: Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them.)

(Another rape reference from Dean DEAN: So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.)

[images: Dean sleeping]

Cas coming to talk to him again while he's laying in a vulnerable position. He’s alone again and asleep in a bed with mirrors on the ceiling. I believe the motel room is the honeymoon suite.

BOBBY: How you doin', kid? DEAN: Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy.

This is clever foreshadowing, but also church bells bring to mind weddings.

Dean starting his relationship with Cas by lying to Sam about trying to summon him, in parallel to Sam lying about Ruby-- DEAN: Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.

The reveal that the woman Sam was sleeping with is Ruby and reveal of Sam lying to Dean about not using his powers is directly before the Cas reveal, with the two brothers cast in contrast, one with a demon and one with an angel. Would only be more obvious if Dean summoned Cas alone, but even so, Cas puts Bobby to sleep so they can talk alone.

[image: Cas with sparks raining down on him]

Sparks flying when they first meet.

DEAN: Who are you? CASTIEL: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. DEAN: Yeah. Thanks for that.

Dean penetrates Cas with his knife.

CASTIEL: We need to talk, Dean. Alone.

CASTIEL: I'm an Angel of the Lord. DEAN: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing. CASTIEL: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

He knows him already. Dean’s relationship with faith has been previously established as related to his mother and her belief in angels and his losing her as a child, his greatest trauma.

(2x13 DEAN: I'll tell you who else had faith like that — Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.

DEAN: What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?)

We also later learn how Dean idealizes angels in 4x10 (also written by Kripke)-- (DEAN: You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything.)

CASTIEL: I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that. DEAN: You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume.

Again drawing another parallel between him and Ruby, thinking Dean is “special” and has important abilities.

CASTIEL: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.

Calling attention to his appearance, commenting on his clothes, drawing another parallel between him and Ruby in that they’re both possessing someone, while attempting to lessen the moral issue of it--

DEAN: And what "visage" are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant? CASTIEL: This? This is... a vessel. DEAN: You're possessing some poor bastard? CASTIEL: He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.

[deleted lines: DEAN: Uh-huh. Y'know, it might've been easier to show up like this the first time instead of all the burning bush crap. CASTIEL: Finding a human vessel durable enough to contain me... it's not easy. DEAN: I have that same problem with women.]

DEAN: Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really? CASTIEL: I told you. DEAN: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell? CASTIEL: Good things do happen, Dean. DEAN: Not in my experience. CASTIEL: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?

Cas seeing right through him, seeing dean for who he is, knowing him immediately.

4x10 (also written by Kripke)-- (ANNA: Maybe I don't deserve to be saved. DEAN: Don't talk like that. ANNA: I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay. DEAN: Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for. ANNA: I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it. DEAN: Okay. what? ANNA: About a week ago, I heard the angels talking... About you... What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.)

"I don't deserve to be saved," Dean arguing that maybe he doesn't either and Anna saying he does deserve forgiveness, this echoes "you don't think you deserve to be saved" (and later "I'm not here to judge you, Dean" in 4x07)

The parallel between Cas saying they have work for Dean, and Ruby and Sam working together–

(SAM: I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you. But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.)

DEAN: Why'd you do it? CASTIEL: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

Kripke on who Dean would be attracted to– "In hindsight, Dean wouldn't be attracted to [Jo]... He'd be attracted to someone who walked in the door, slaughtered everybody and walked out and then he would say, 'Who's that?'" - Kripke; Supernatural Companion Season 2, pg 15 (published April 2008)

Misha imagined Cas looking into Dean's soul (asylum 8 2012)

Misha: Kripke wanted to base the look of the character on the comic book character ‘Constantine’ I don’t know if I’m ever going to change clothes.” (Hollywood Insider, 2008)

Wikipedia: Constantine is bisexual, which was first established in a 1992 comic that referred offhandedly to his having male and female exes. Early stories exclusively showed him dating women, although Ashes & Dust in the City of Angels showed him as having relationships with men, as well.

Kripke using a similar scene for Hughie and Annie in The Boys with sparks raining down from lights and it being intended to be epic and romantic. (The Boys 1x08)

#spn 4x01 #destiel #spn thoughts #meta #s4dc #gay subtext #long post #sometimes you just gotta actually post things from a google doc you started five years ago yknow #there's more but this is about half of it I think #i'll post the rest at some point

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Class of Villainy - Lil’ Villains

Mari De Vil: This little fashionista hurts animals on the regular and always dresses to impress at daycare. A cruel and horrid little girl.

JafAdrien: A scheming and wicked boy who puts on a cute face to get what he wants. Loves snakes and has a pet parrot with him to spy on other kids. Someday he’s gonna be the best sorcerer in the world.

YzAlya: This girl loves to create new potions and plan havoc, too bad her big sister is always accidentally foiling her plans. Likes turning teachers and adults into animals.

Honest Nino: The little fox-hybrid uses his cute looks to con people. You’ll find him snuggling with Alya in his fox hole.

Prince of Hearts: Nathaniel is madder than a hatter, and the little boy will find any excuse to resort to decapitation. Everyone has to follow his ridiculous rules, or face the consequence.

Prince Marc: The Poison Prince sees himself as fairest of all children (except for his friend Nathaniel, to whom he is equal), and will do anything to keep it that way. Him and Alya like making poison and potions together, and Marc is always staring at himself in the mirror.

Maxiro: A infant genius who’s already planning world domination before snacktime. Little guy’s constructing toy robots and having a blast doing so.

Kimton: A arrogant and rude kid who’s mean to non-villainous girls, and those he thinks are weak. Wants to be a hunter like his Dad.

Alix Khan: The little Princess of the Jungle. This tiger-hybrid toddler loves pouncing and scratching at her prey, but is scared of fire. She’s one evil kitty.

Juleficent: The tiny Mistress of All Evil, this small goth loves to spread wickedness with her staff. Her favorite thing to do is make those no-fun adults nap with her sleep spell. Wishes she could turn into a dragon. Turns her twin brother Luka into a raven for fun.

Princess Rose Candy: The digital infant Princess of Sugar Rush (She was never Pigella in this universe) who was given glitching powers by her best friend, Juleka. Don’t let the bright clothes and squeaky voice fool you, she’s pure evil. Loves to give and eat candy.

Ivan Oogie: The boogiebaby loves frightening his friends and enemies. He’s always up to no good, trying to find something to torture the staff with. Ivan can’t wait until he’s older, when things’ll get really scary.

Mylensula: This tiny sea witch is already quite the devious girl. She uses little crayons and paper to get contracts, and likes stealing voices all for herself.

Madame Sabrina: The girl absolutely loves diamonds and will do anything to have them. Her, Chloe, and Marinette are rich playdates who already have an extreme sense of self-worth.

Lady Chloe: Despite only being a toddler, Chloe makes adults cower when she gives them a death stare. A refined and insidious young girl, she hates plebs and those who are utterly ridiculous.

Kagami Yu: The daughter of a warlord, this little general is eager for the day she can conquer in battle. Always carrying around her toy sword, Kagami’s always up for a fight.

Madame Aurore: A demented and batty child with a love for the gruesome and grim. She’s always bouncing off the walls, and needs to be watched constantly.

Mireides: The toddler Goddess of Death is always snarking about her situation. She likes burning things with her hair, punishing her Kwamis, or causing trouble with Aurore. When she throws a temper tantrum, it gets ugly.

Zoe of the Southern Isles: The princess who’s tired of being ignored by people. Pretends to be a sweet and kind little girl, but is actually a wicked baddie. Loves to have pretend sword fights with her best friend, Kagami.

Jeanatoa: A small crab-hybrid who loves shiny things. They’re always snatching jewels and trinkets with their pincers. He also loves putting on shows for his classmates, and really wants to eat his grandma.

Cosetteweather: This lamb-hybrid is already prepping for office. They follow around Zoe and help her with her plans to become Princess. It pretends to be a shy meek little kid, but is a smart cookie who’ll do anything to get power. Loves being with Zoe.

Doctor Cabello: They may be a toddler, but they already have friends on the other side. They like to use hoodoo magic and talismans to cause trouble, mainly by getting their shadows to do their bidding. They also love teasing the little choir boy, Simon.

Simon Frollo: A very religious little boy, always babbling about “no sinning” and how “God” is so cool. He’ll do naughty things and then say that God told them to do it. Has a puppy-love relationship with Denise, ironically enough.

Ismascar: The Prince of the Jungle who longs to be king. He’s a naughty cub who gets his hyena friends to do his bidding. You’ll find him playing with Alix, usually with strings or yarn. Loves his daddy very much.

Reshma Hook: The toddler daughter of Captain Aabha, one of the greatest pirates ever known. Aabha and Anarka Couffaine are friends, so their daughters were playmates before daycare. Reshma takes after her mommy, and loves pilfering gold or other valuable items, when she can find it.

Lacey Gothel: The little girl is a serial killer in the making. She’s always lurking somewhere with her toy knife, waiting to strike. Loves disguises and hates old people.

And that’s the rotten bunch of kids that poor Bustier and Mendeliev have to control. We’ll be seeing more of them, as well as the ‘Lil Heroes soon in the future. As always, make sure to reblog, reply, ask, and post your thoughts. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#lil' villains #class of villainy #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #akuma class #science kids #daycare au #daycare #baby au #baby #disney #disneyau

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I Put A Spell On You | Under The Blood Moon

↳ Warlock Jimin x Witch f.Reader | Warlock Jungkook x Witch f.Reader ⤜ Friends/Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 3,995 ⚠️Talk of murder, gore, blood, and violence. Jimin lets his demon out to play. Coercion potion and spells used to control the reader and force them into a non-con situation that turns dub-con. Threats of vampire biting. Semi-rough manhandling. Use of restraints with mentions of BDSM. Next Chapter⇾ ◅ Back to chapter list

"Is it safe to be out here right now? You know, after what happened to that girl last month?" you ask in a whisper, wincing when an errant twig snaps under your boot.

Jimin casts a quick, devious look at you over his shoulder. His cotton candy pink hair catches a beam of moonlight streaming through the branches overhead, making him look like an angel for a brief moment, despite the fact that he's anything but. "Scared of the dark, love?"

A huff escapes with your next exhale, your warm breath misting in the chilly fall air. "The dark? No. Murderers who killed a girl in these same woods not even three weeks ago? Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Chill out, she was barely more powerful than a babe in diapers. Don't let the gossip floating through the coven get your broom bent out of shape. You're a full-fledged, ass-kicking, name-taking witch. Fully capable of defending yourself, I might add. Plus, you're with me," he offers with another glance back at you. The mischief is clear in his dark eyes. Sure, you're powerful and he has even more power than you, but you still feel anxious about being out in these woods.

The 'gossip' he's so eloquently choosing to belittle is more of a coven-wide warning. Jessel, the High Priestess, has issued several decrees about avoiding these woods. Though, every one of them specifically said to avoid these woods while alone. That was Jimin's argument as to why it's okay to come out here. He emphasized that as long as you stuck together, you wouldn't be alone, therefore you weren't going against the word of The High Priestess.

The girl, Rebecca– you think that was her name, that was murdered in these woods was a low-tier witch, barely powerful enough to register during testing. Her family owns the local theatre. You'd seen her perform in a few of the performances over the years. So, you didn't know her exactly, but it's still weird to know of someone who's been so brutally murdered. Her mangled body was discovered by a shifter out for his morning run. His senses had piqued and he ended up following a trail of what later would be revealed as bits of her internal organs. She was strung up between two oak trees, skin flayed, gut open, and heart shoved into her own mouth.

You trudge along a few more steps, trying not to think too much about the gruesome images floating through your mind and flinching every time a stick breaks underfoot or leaves rustle a little too loudly. "Why again are we even out here? Can't we get everything you need at The Brew Pub?" You pull your cardigan a little tighter around your middle. It's Halloween, because of course it would be, so the chill in the air warranted more than just a light coat. Though, the jeans you're wearing do little to thwart the icy breeze that occasionally sinks through the denim. The long-sleeve knit shirt under your sweater doesn't help much, only keeping the air from pebbling your nipples. The moon is full and hanging low in the sky making it easier to see in the dark, but you're still keeping your eyes trained on the uneven ground in front of you. The least Jimin could have done is drag you along an actual path instead of tromping straight through the high and clawing undergrowth.

Jimin abruptly comes to a stop and you nearly bump into him. Your arms fly out as your feet skid over the wet leaves beneath them. A strong hand grips your upper arm, steadying you. "It's a full, blood moon tonight. You know exactly what that means and why. Come on, you're beyond Potions 101 so stop asking questions you already know the answers to." Inky blackness completely eclipses his eyes. It only lasts for a moment but it makes your breath catch in your throat.

"Jimin, please," you rasp as you try to yank your arm free. Jimin gets like this around the full moon, even more so when it's a blood moon. The veil between worlds thins to nearly nonexistent and it appeals to his darker side, the side that kind of scares you, even with him being your best friend. Maybe the fear is evident on your face because his demeanor instantly shifts. The tight grip on your arm loosens and his lips tug up into one of his winning smiles.

"Sorry, love, you know how I can get on nights like this. Let's just hurry and then we can go back to my place and watch some horror flicks. Sounds good?" Before you can respond, his hand drops and he spins around, practically skipping ahead between the trees. You swear you catch the faint outline of horns peeking through his hair as he passes through another beam of moonlight.

You've never seen his other side, not fully at least. It's easy to blame his being a quarter demon on how he acts sometimes. Whenever he's acting like a raging asshole or trying to convince you to sleep with him, despite your adamant and constant refusal because you don't want to ruin your friendship, it's so easy to blame it on his darker side. Though, you often have to wonder just how much of that dark side is really to blame. Jimin is a great friend, he's been there when others haven't. But, after nearly a decade of being friends, he still can get under your skin in a possessive, perhaps even slightly creepy, way.

"You said we're just going to the glen, right?" you ask as a means to distract yourself from that crawling feeling under your skin. You shove your hands into the pockets of your cardigan and wrap it even more snuggly across your middle. The chunky black knit is soft as it bunches under your chin and offers a bit of warmth to your neck.

Jimin hums, nodding his head without looking back at you. "It's a night for recharging, the glen is the perfect place for what I have planned."

"Am I still not privy to hearing those plans?" It's like a shot in the dark when it comes to Jimin on nights like this. A gamble with the devil, perhaps literally. You suppress a shiver thinking about the last time he convinced you to go out under a blood moon with him. Meeting a true crossroads demon was not what you had been expecting.

He throws up his hands, exasperated with your badgering. This is the third time you've asked since he told you to meet him at the park earlier tonight. The sleeves of his black chunky sweater drop to reveal his wrists and the numerous bangles and bracelets he's wearing. Mostly thread and beaded pieces with the occasional jade or silver band. Jimin wiggles his fingers in the air before dropping his hands again. "Part of the fun is the surprise, stop trying to be a spoil-sport. I promise you'll have the time of your life and we'll both come out on the other side feeling much better." His ripped jeans and baggy sweater can't possibly be warm, you think. But, you know he does run warmer on these kinds of nights.

That makes your eyes narrow in suspicion but you bite your tongue to keep from snarking back at him. The more you poke and prod, the tighter he'll clam up about it until you're both fuming and that will truly ruin the night for sure. Going along with his eccentric ideas and plans throughout the years hasn't always been great, but it's more fun than not, usually. Also, the fight isn't worth it, especially if you do happen to have fun at the end of the night.

The glen isn't much further. You've gauged the time of your walk, watching the moon shift in the sky. Being closer to the sacred grove has you feeling less apprehensive. It's like the full moon is beckoning to you, urging you closer to its magnanimous beams that promise a kiss of extra power. You can practically taste the tang of it on your tongue with each step closer. Maybe you have gotten in your own head about being out here, it's really not so bad.

You can finally make out the break in the tree line. Stepping through behind Jimin you suck in a slight breath. The view before you never ceases to amaze you each time you take it in. The gently sloped sides disappear into the darkness down below, and the soft tinkling of the various waterfalls and trickles of water form a silvery, cool stream along the floor of the glen; it's all full of magic. The fact the moon hangs so low overhead, illuminating the stone steps that were carved into one of the sloped sides hundreds of years ago, makes the scene all that more inviting.

"Don't forget to keep to the right side of the steps," you murmur, the words coming out like you're on autopilot, still entranced by the vision before you. It's what you've been told countless times, a constant reminder any time you come to the glen. The left side of the steps have been worn away so much that they're a few degrees away from being a slide and they become slick when the rainy season is in full swing like it is now.

Jimin shuffles his feet excitedly. "Can't you feel it already? Goddess, this was a great idea. Let's go, hurry, we don't want to miss the moon's zenith." His feet thump loudly on the stones as he begins the descent down into the belly of the glen. You follow after him, letting one of your hands trail along the earthen wall to keep steady. The further you go, the less light there is from the moon, but the more you catch bright flashes of the glowing lichen clinging to various points along the path. Many enchantments have gone into making sure this glen stays concealed from the wrong people while remaining a safe and inviting place for witches and warlocks alike.

You feel the moment you pass through the first layer of protection enchantments. They settle along your skin like a warm breeze, penetrating through the layers of your clothing. As long as you're within the enchantments, your immortal soul is tethered to the earth. It's sort of a failsafe. On the off chance something goes wrong during a ritual, Goddess forbid, the soul would remain grounded so the vessel could be repaired enough to receive the person's essence back into it. Essentially, while you're here, you can't die. Your lip curls up in a private smirk when you think about the time Jimin wanted to test the enchantment. He wasn't successful, or rather he wasn't able to actually go through with his plan because Jessel found him before he was able to slit Jungkook's throat. They both laughed about it before they got their asses whooped and were not allowed to participate in any rituals for six months, then they did nothing but grumble and complain.

At the bottom of the stone steps, the valley meanders until the glen opens up into a wider space where the coven holds yearly prayers and divinations to the Goddess. You follow along the silvery stream, letting the glimmering waters be your guide to the altar. The narrow stone plinth is used as a pedestal, holding offerings to the skies and powers above. The trickling stream circles the altar, forming a small and shallow, natural moat.

"Well, well, I was starting to think you weren't going to show," a snarky, gruff voice snaps you out of your admiration of the sparkling water. You have to squint but your eyes finally land on a dark figure standing off to the side of the stone altar in the middle of the clearing. The moon barely highlights the swoop of his black hair, the bridge of his straight nose, and the peaks of his cheekbones, but you'd be able to pick out those broad shoulders, smoldering espresso-colored eyes that seem to glow even in the darkness, and the smattering of tattoos on his right hand anywhere.

"Jungkook?" It comes out as a whisper, practically choked out of your throat. "What's he doing here, Jimin?"

Jimin turns and gives you a once-over. You know he can see the tremble in your hands. His gaze zeros in on your throat, right where your pulse is frantically pounding away. "He's just here to help, love, that's all."

Jungkook shouldn't be here. He's on probation again for stealing ingredients directly from Jessel's private supply but also for trying to cast a spell on an inebriated orc. He claimed it was all in good fun, just a little spell to make the orc shit himself before the next game so their coach would bench him, making the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to take the spotlight on the team. Rafe, the orc, ended up hospitalized with a necrotic small intestine. The poor guy is still going through physical therapy even months after the incident.

"H-he's not allowed to be here," you muster up the strength to have your voice carry enough for them both to hear. The waver barely registers in your own ears, but it makes them both smile, their teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Jimin tsks softly. "Now, don't be like that. He's strong, he's the perfect Third for our Trifecta. A demon, witch, and vampire, you know the power potential as much as I do."

You feel deceived. "Why didn't you tell me he would be here?" You glance over your shoulder, trying to gauge how easy it would be to make a run for it and get back up the stone steps before one of them caught you. Your odds aren't good and you know it, you'd probably end up falling and snapping your neck. Then you'd really be at the mercy of Jimin and Jungkook, hoping one of them would get help or be kind enough to perform the proper spells and rituals to put your soul back into your body; not likely.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his arms crossed over his chest like he's bored. His leather jacket glints in the moonlight as he rolls his shoulders back and rests a hip against the lip of the altar. The expression on his face is unreadable, but it's hard to miss the distinct coldness that comes from his other half. Your coven is one of the only ones in the area that accepts hybrid paranormals. The fact that both of these men are warlocks on top of being part supernatural predator gets your anxiety spiking all over again. Nothing good can come of this; you should have just stayed home.

"I knew if I told you he'd be here, you wouldn't come," Jimin admits with an irritated huff. "Don't be so dramatic. You used to want to be part of a Trifecta. Put your disdain for Jungkook aside and live a little. It'll be a harmless fuck and then you can kick our asses if you want, or you can try at least." He laughs, amused with the idea of you even trying to fight them after they've gotten their own power boosts.

You shake your head. "No. I'm not consenting to be a part of that, I don't care about the power. Fuck your Trifecta. Have fun, I'm leaving." It's too much, you just need to get away and take some time to cool off. Jimin is in way too deep tonight; his demon side has more control than you realized. The damned blood moon is practically mocking you from overhead. Tonight is supposed to be about rebirth and growth, recharging under the brilliant beams, and then using your extra zing to imbue a few herbs and crystals. Instead, Jimin is suggesting you become part of a Trifecta...you shudder at the thought.

As you turn to retreat back through the glen, the air around you goes thick like jelly. "Cessatione." The word barely reaches your ears before your entire body refuses to follow your commands. "Come now, love, you know I don't mind a fight but it would truly be in your best interest to just give me what I want." Jimin's eyes are voids and sharp pointed black horns peek out from his cotton-candy pink hair as he rounds you and comes into your sightline.

"Jimin, please, just let me go," the words wobble out from between your trembling lips. Tears collect along your lash line, threatening to break free. "I swear I won't tell anyone. Just let me leave."

A dark chuckle sounds from behind you. "She's kind of cute when she begs," Jungkook observes, a coy tone coloring his words. "She smells divine, like a sweet lemon tart. I bet she'll taste even better." If you weren't under the effects of Jimin's confinement spell then your panic would surely be paralyzing you right now.

"Scream as loud as you want to, love, no one will hear you...no one will come to rescue you." You don't realize you're screaming until Jimin says that. Another garbled shriek rends from your throat when large hands land on your shoulders from behind. Jungkook's cold nose presses to the side of your neck, his icy breath displacing your hair as he huffs out before inhaling your scent.

"I love the smell of fear," he grumbles into your neck. A counter spell, one that could break the hold of Jimin's power on your body, is on the tip of your tongue. "Nevox," Jungkook's whisper instantly cuts off your attempt. Fear and panic curdle in your stomach. He shouldn't be strong enough for Nevox...but, words won't come, the only thing you can emit is a low, whimpering wail.

"Get her on the altar. The moon's zenith will be upon us shortly," Jimin flicks his hand toward the stone plinth.

Jungkook takes one last savoring inhale before wrapping his stony arms around your middle and hauling you up over his shoulder. The spell Jimin cast on you tugs on the joints of your arms and legs as they fight against the pull of gravity now. Cessatione isn't a perfect spell, the length that it lasts varies on the magic user. You estimate the effects might last just a minute or two longer based on what you know of Jimin's abilities. Concentrating hard on making your limbs move, you get your fingers and toes wiggling by the time Jungkook dumps you onto the stone altar. It's so narrow that you are hanging off of it. Your ass and shoulders barely touch on either side. Nausea sweeps in as your head drops back, your vision swirling upside down.

Agony lances through your shoulders and elbows as Jungkook cranks your arms out to either side. "Using Cessatione was probably a bad idea," Jungkook mutters to himself, "her arms are still locked up." His grunt is heard just under your pitiful whimpering. It feels as if someone is digging hot pokers into your joints with every jerk from Jungkook. He finally gets your arms out to either side and you're able to clench your hands into fists and swivel your wrists. Cold iron clamps around your forearms, locking your arms down the sides of the rough stone. Your ankles roll, making your shoes scrape against the side of the stone block. Something's got to give first, both of their spell-casting abilities are below yours. If you could just get an arm free or your sounds to be more like real words, you could stun them both and probably make it far enough away to call for help. Your eyes flick around frantically until they meet Jungkooks. You pour as much helplessness and pleading into your gaze as possible, hoping he'll maybe have a change of heart.

"I'd like to see you use something better," Jimin snaps back. "Like Nevox is any better. We need her to be able to speak the words for the ritual, or did you forget that part?"

Jungkook makes a face. You catch the faintest glimpse of his pointed teeth as his lips curl in a silent snarl. "It'll wear off before we need her to be able to speak. I thought you said she was a willing participant. This doesn't seem very willing to me. You told me she just likes to play hard to get and wanted to be strapped down, that she's into BDSM or some shit."

Jimin claps his hands together and snaps, "Illusio." The change in Jungkook is instant, the sour demeanor melting back into his coy deviance from before. A new wave of fear tightens in your throat. There is no way Jungkook will see you as anything other than a feisty plaything for at least the next hour, he'll only see what Jimin wants him to with that spell. You're truly fucked.

"I like the struggle myself, it plays into the primal nature of being a vampire," Jungkook smirks.

Jimin works quickly in lighting the enchanted torches that ring the altar. Soon the clearing is bathed in soft, flickering blue light. "I prefer a calm subject. She actually helped me to make this special concoction last week. I told her Namjoon had asked me to make it but really I needed some help to make sure I got it right. My sweet little love was so eager to help, she hummed happily as she created her own special treat. Just a little something to help her relax."

He pulls a small vial full of shimmering purple liquid from his pocket. You recognize it instantly. It's one of the strongest Imperium potions that can be made. The one you did make. It turns the drinker into a docile and complacent companion for a full twenty-four hours. Jessel often uses them when interrogating someone, the purple mixture making them practically beg to please her in whatever way possible, including divulging their deepest, darkest secrets or doing anything Jessel requests them to do, even taking their own lives if she so says.

"Beautiful. Relaxant potions are nearly as good as a nice edible," Jungkook comments with a devilish gleam in his eyes. "Open up, little witch," he sing-songs, placing his thumbs along your jaw and angling your head upward. He digs into your flesh, prying at your cheeks until your teeth part behind your lips. To him, it must look like a bright green liquid with pink flecks swirling in it. That's definitely not what you see.

Jimin steps forward and places his forefinger on your lips, tugging them apart. "Don't look so sad, love, it'll hurt less this way. You'll be thanking me later."

The taste of licorice coats your tongue. The thick purple liquid gathers in the back of your throat, threatening to choke you if you don't swallow. Jungkook clamps his large hands on either side of your face, holding you steady as Jimin presses a hand over your mouth and nose. You fight it, tugging against the iron restraints and feebly flailing your legs against the altar. It's no use, your vision tunnels right before your throat contracts on its own, betrayed by your need to breathe. Air sucks into your lungs when Jimin pulls his hand back, so much that your ribs ache.

Imperium is strong and the effects are instant. Your face goes slack, peering up into Jimin's pitch-colored eyes. "Jimin," you sigh, his name tasting like candied apples on your tongue. The first word you're able to utter since Jungkook's Nevox spell and it feels like silk gliding over your lips.

"You're so beautiful, love. The perfect witch to complete our Trifecta." Jimin's lips are just as soft as his name as they brush against your dry lips. The kiss lasts only a second before colder, firmer lips replace it, Jungkook pressing his own kiss to your lips. "You're going to do everything Jungkook and I tell you to do, aren't you? You'll be the perfect little magical whore for us, won't you?"

Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips. "Yes," you eke out with reverence.

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