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blue-sterling0357 · 9 months

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hi. may i request headcanons of ciel, sebastian and grell reacting to the fem reader being an umbra witch (like bayonetta)?

(this request was kind of hard, but I really enjoyed writing it!!! Apologies for any mistakes in the request, I'm not familiar with Umbra witches)

Ciel, Sebastian, Grell X Umbra witch! S/O

Ciel PhantomHive

❈ Ciel learned about you being a witch when he started dating you, now he was sure you'd help and he was right, you'd help Sebastian and the other servants around!

❈ Ciel knew you were magical, but just not how magical and strong you were. You and him would have like shooting practice, Sebastian mostly had you both do that, you were surprisingly very experienced with guns, okay that a was an understatement you were astronomical...

❈ Until he found out you were a Umbra witch which kill angels, demons as well....Sebastian was definitely worried if you were here to break his contract, but you told him you weren't and he was normal again, he is quite interested at what you do as a Umbra Witch.

❈ Ciel once saw your shadow when he was sleeping and instead of your own, the shadow was of a very huge and horrendous demon, he asked you about it but you dismissed saying, it was nothing and that the late night shines could have something to do that and Ciel believed that until he learnt about your abilities.

❈ Ciel and Sebastian take you on most of their cases, like during the Jack the Ripper, you fought with Grell very easily using your four guns, two in your hands and other two on your heels that you fire using your telekinetic powers. And Grell got enamoured with you, she enjoyed annoying you and Sebastian...

❈ And when you were fighting with Angela, you let out a huge demoness from your hair, for the first time not only Ciel but Sebastian was frightened a bit and Sebastian in his true demon form and you with your infernal demoness paired up together to kill Angela.

❈ After the fight, Ciel and Sebastian learned about you as a Umbra Witch. You were now more comfortable to dress up to your style more around them, which showed your rank in your clan. Sebastian also learned how you use your hair to create your clothing using magic and how you carry four guns at all time..He is proud of you, a bit...

❈ Ciel learned how Umbra Witches gain power, you told him and Sebastian how you make a pact with a Infernal demoness to sponsor you and allow you to improve you. And you showed him an example by sparring with Sebastian summoning the demoness's fists and feet for attacking the butler. And this is how Ciel learned how your shadow is portrayed by a demon's silhouette.

❈ Ciel started reading books about Umbra witches and learnt about them from you as well, he learned how Umbra witches were witches who are powerful practitioners of a form of magic known as Dark Arts, revolving around the usage of Spirit Energy, an evocation of beings from Inferno, and optionally forming contracted with specific Contracted Demons to perform special techniques.

❈ Ciel also learnt how other than your sponsor demon, you summon more demons from Inferno by using different mediums like using your hair or chanting a spell...Sebastian is kinda jealous at how strong you are and always wants to fight you now...

❈ Ciel notices how you always go missing sometimes and later on learnt how Umbra Witches travel from the normal world to the Purgatorio dimension, which allows them to travel without being by normal humans in the human world and how you can fight beings that are usually invisible to humans, but visible to creatures such as angels. And this is the only reason why Sebastian knows where you even when you aren't anywhere in the manor...

❈ You would help servants around as well, once Mey-rin and you were washing dishes while you were talking with Ciel and she accidently dropped one of the most expensive and prettiest china tea-cup, and you grabbed it with your super fast reflexes, it was around 4 feet above the ground that's how fast you were...Now Ciel did scold Mey-rin a bit, but he is always curious about these perks of yours...

Sebastian Michaelis

❈ Sebastian knew about you being a strong witch from the beginning, he felt an extremely strong aura from you and he could feel demons stronger than him around you, which made him worry if someone was having an eye on his lover...

❈ Sebastian had often see you in formal, body-fitting outfits and always thought you looked pretty and amazing in them, though he was curious as to why you were in such formal clothing, until you told him it's to show your rank in your clan, the he understood and would often keep your outfits clean and fresh..

❈ He asked you about it and you explained how you were an Umbra witch, he remember meeting one of them and learning about them, he knew you kill angels and some demons as well, but he didn't know how and so he was curious about everything you do..

❈ Sebastian had always noticed your shadow not being you but of a huge demon and he figured it's because of your power which had something to do with demons, cause he always felt demons around you even when there weren't any... or he always thought it was his real form behind you but he noticed it looked different than his demon form.

❈ During the luxury liner Campania, while Elizabeth was fighting with the undead, you were fighting with Undertaker and Rian Stoker, Sebastian was keeping an eye on you because demon things and he saw you letting out a HUGE ASS DEMONESS from your hair which literal killed all the people in one sec and since grim reapers probably can't harm them, another plus point of being a umbra witch!!!

❈ You would often tell him how you all needed a infernal demoness to sponsor you and how you could summon their feet and fists to attack something, protect something and basically control them and he got really excited and so you both spend the next three to five hours sparing and him being defeated with stars in his eyes..

❈ If he is allowed to touch one of the four guns, he is going to use it and decorate it according to your aesthetic of your outfit, subtly, of-course, which shows your rank in the clan, you weren't nervous to dress like you wanted around him, he also has gun practices with you and Ciel at times for entertainment..

❈ He learnt about you being able to travel from normal world to Purgatorio world without being detected by humans and so he would also ask if you if you okay with it to also to teleport him with you as well, cause he's clingy like that.. :>

❈ Sebastian is a demon who is naturally a dark creature cap which commit sins all the time, and so it was natural that he chose someone as you to be his significant other, an Umbra witch who are practitioner of dark arts, involving around spirits energy, demons and being able to perform special techniques due to being sponsored by a demoness...

❈ Your super fast reflexes also help you find what tricks sebastian has up his sleeve at times, maybe the tricks he's about to play, maybe the pranks, maybe a hit, or maybe a kiss, depends in all honesty...

❈ Overall you both are a generally dark, cute and demonic couple who'd people are tad bit creeped out and scared off...

Grell Sutcliffe

❈ You met her during the Jack the Ripper case and she was more than happy when Ciel asked you and Sebastian to teach him to be a good butler, she is more than obsessed with you than him tho, curiosity probably!

❈ When she saw you, she did feel the aura of a demon, but not those types like Sebastian, but different, more feminine, maybe more smokey, she doesn't know how to describe it and neither do I! So, she was a bit vary around in the beginning of you both dating, then she became normal afterwards when you explained the different demons....

❈ She noticed your shadow too, she's not that dumb, she is always confused as to why there is a demon in your shadow when you're a human, unless you're a demon? But no, you explained to her that it's because as a umbra witch, that you have a infernal demoness sponsor you, and that's the reason your shadow is a demon instead of a human!

❈ During the book of atlantic, she saw you fight the undead as you let out a demon form your hair and summoned the infernal demoness's fists and feet to attack them in less time as the ship was sinking, she definitely found it very hot! And of-course she clinged to you after the fight..

❈ She wants to learn everything even though her work stops her from spending her whole day with you and learning about your life as a umbra witch no worries she'll learn about you in any way she deems fit!

❈ Oh and she's either in love with your outfit or finds it a bit intimidating, she'll try to match with you as you explain how your outfits show your rank in the clan and she nods as she learns more and she glams up your outfits just a BIT so that your outfits look better but at the same time, your outfit stays the same shows your rank in your clan!!

❈ You know how she has that chin saw, if you give her one of your four guns, she will give her chainsaw but please be careful with it as it is basically her baby, and it is very important to her...

❈ She is very much in love with the witch aesthetic and so it may seem fitting that she is dating you, an umbra witch, a practitioner of dark arts, spirits energy, demons and other things, she also started reading about Umbra witch, which is a tad bit hard considering there isn't much literature talking about your guys presence in the past, she does learnt that you can kill angels and on occasion demons, so there's that!

❈ she wouldn't be able to find you often and when she asked Ciel, he said he never saw you around, unless she talked with Bassy about it! Then she learnt that you can travel from human world to Purgatorio world without being detected by humans and so due to her curiosity, she would ask you to take her with you!!

❈ So there's that, a grim reaper with an Umbra witch, both desperately in love with each other and being simps for each other's aesthetic... <3

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zae5 · 4 months

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Running for the hills

Aemond x niece reader

A/N: For @hotd-bigbang

Prompt: Fire | Furs | Forest (December 4th)

This can be read in continuation to "A fool for you" or as a standalone too.

Word count: 1k

Dividers by @saradika

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The stench of charred flesh wafts up to her nose, covered in soot, as she recoils in disgust. There are flames all around her, licking at the dense forests below, smoke hissing through the steaming waters of the Riverlands as she soars above. Dragons of red and brown circle each other in agitation as they continue forwards, frustration coursing through them all, over yet another day of failure. She knows the outcome of their defeat when they return. Daemon will retire with his young mistress to conquer yet another night while she's left alone to stew with her thoughts, wallowing in misery. She had promised her mother so much before she left, vowing to keep an eye on him, praying to be given leave to be of use to their war. She feels the familiar ache of emptiness in her chest as they descend, the orange of the horizon mocking her in its wake. Naerax roars in discontent as she pats her goodbye, knowing her cries at night shall keep them both company. She can sense him near, like a shadow still clinging to her, a shroud of the past they both share. His betrayal stings even more with the blood on his hands and she wishes nothing more than to stain hers with his own.

The castle before them looms in white stone, a stark contrast to the ash they're covered in as they trek back together. She sees them bump their shoulders as they walk ahead with her jumping up to reach his height as he chuckles, lingering behind to give them space.

“I do not wish to lose you” her mother had said when she'd requested to be sent for the task at hand.

“I want to make you proud, kostilus muña” (please mother)

“It isn't safe and with what happened with-” She doesn't need to finish before she moves to hold her hands. They feel cold to touch, clammy with the burden of gold on her head.

“I'd be with Daemon. Besides there'll be three of us, Vhagar won't stand a chance” she assured her, unable to utter his name.

“Why do you wish to do this?” her mother had asked in resignation.

“This war is mine to end. He needs to pay for what he's done"

The words left unsaid linger on, as she looks back at the sky, "to me" haunts her still.

She hears their laughter at dinner, sees the girl her age flick a few grapes off her plate, teasing the man before her jovially. The word father rings in her head, rotten as it has always felt. The burden of not knowing who to address by the title and learning it was actually someone she came to love far too late, dawns on her as they continue, oblivious to her sulking. The man before her is her father in name, more farcial than the ones preceding him, yet loved by her mother the most. She remembers their wedding, how the wind howled as they spoke their vows and spilt their blood for each other. She had watched in awe and fear wishing for it to be her someday with the boy she yearned for having already spilt his the night before. Perhaps their fate was always sealed in blood, meant to be mourned rather than delighted in.

The years following the incident passed in anticipation and doubt. She felt it creep into her being as she learnt and flew, pushing herself to be her very best, thinking of him doing the same across the bay. She willed herself to sleep each night, praying to see him again if only to say she was sorry. She wondered if he thought of her just as she did of him.

Her nights now feel just as futile, mind racing as the bed above her chambers creaks and groans rhythmically, her words of promise to her queen one with the wind.

She's haunted by new ones at dawn with a scroll arriving, detailing his activities. He seems to have taken a bedmate, a witch they call her, bewitching and insidious, who can cast spells and control flames. Daemon laughs with mirth as he dismisses the maester “Let him have his fun, he'll not evade us for long”

The pit of dread in her belly deepens as he crumples the scroll in his hands. For once the girl ahead of her shares her apprehension.

Their scouring lessens for a while, with her choosing to go out on her own. It doesn't take much to convince her guardian who waves her off with a flick of his wrist. “Do not stray too far, zaldrītsos. I'll know if you do” he warns her as she takes off with the rising sun. It bathes her in its warmth as she tries to hide from the heat below fueling her need for blood. She feels the need to see him again, to see his eye before she plunges her dagger in his heart and feels his essence on her fingers. “Look at what you've done to me” she screams as she flies, the word “why” echoing through the dark clouds as she weeps.

“What are you reading?” she quipped secretly watching him from behind the bookshelves.

She remembers him hastily shutting his tome as he scrambled to get away, the furs around him pooling at his feet, a gift from a northern lord as a token for his siblings’ wedding.

“Go back to the feast. You don't belong here” he had said as he left, shutting the door to her broken heart.

The black ahead clogs her mind as she flies through it, descending near a clearing shrouded in smoke. Naerax roars in warning, restless as she tries to soothe her before a flash of blue strikes her eye. Near a rivulet, glinting through the haze she sees the figure of her dreams take shape, her lips sealing with horror as he comes to life.

“Byka nūmio, how fitting to have found you by the water” he croons. “I've been waiting for you” (little pearl)

The ground around her feels soft as she remembers the furs in her chambers at last, tucked away with the forgotten tome bearing his mark.

“I could never forget you”

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unabashednightmarepizza · 1 year

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𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑦

“Wait, so... HARRY IS FREAKING RELATED TO THE STRONGEST PEOPLE WIZARDING WORLD HAD EVER SEEN?! DUDE, HOW MUCH MORE COULD YOU BE OVERPOWERED?!”

“NOT TO MENTION YOUR GREAT-GRANDMOTHER IS ABSOLUTELY HOT AND COOL!”

“Oh Merlin's beard, they are a bunch of losers...”

You laughed at your daughter's exasperated sigh and ran around to gather some clothes and prepare beds for your guests while they were fawning over many artifacts of the Gaunt family and the memorials of your friends. It was a nice change of things, with never having any people around to teach them and all, seeing the many astonished faces of those next generation of witches and wizards were mesmerizing. They were eager to learn, know more about you- especially the girl, Hermione and the red-heads Ron, Fred and George who very irritatingly reminded you of someone certain- after making sure and calming them down that none of that would ever hurt them as long as you didn’t want them to do so.

Meanwhile though, Anne wasn’t having a good time with all the... noise in the house. She was playing with the end of her sleeves, a trait she had gotten from her father whenever he was stressed. Anne was much like Ominis, and it wasn’t just in appearance. She never took pride in her family origins, the Gaunts, after she learnt what they had done to both you and her fathers.

All the torture her father Ominis had gone through, all the sleepless nights and all the screams of muggles while he had to cast spells on them... even if he cried not to do so, forced by his parents... The screams he must have let out after Crucio whenever he was hurt by them, whenever he had to hurt someone...

All the images of you, bloodied and hurt by their actions, forced to slain them all, forced to watch as everyone you ever loved die just because her bastard uncle couldn’t keep it in his pants that resulted with the abomination of the Wizard world being born, and a curse forcing upon her family because of the blood connection you two had to them,something nothing would ever erase...

She was disgusted by them. By their sick ideologies, by their mere names and by having the same blood as them...

But, then again... She also had her father’s blood, the ever kind and loving man who despised anything related to dark magic. The one that would wake up in the middle of the night to tend to her or her siblings when you would be too tired. The one that danced with little her in front of the fireplace of their cozy house, the one that told her and her siblings of stories about his time in Hogwarts, more specifically after he met you, the love of his life and he was changed for the better, eventually leading him to leave his family behind for good.

She didn’t forget the day when he called her to him, and requested to be always there for their mother and write everything that happened down in her many diaries, a hobby she had picked early in her life.

Now that she looked back into the memory with softening eyes, it was almost like her dad knew he didn’t have long to live and that thought made tears swell in her cloudy eyes.

“My sweet Anne, I know that you believe the world is amazing and that you could achieve anything... I wish I would be able to see it but, take care of your mother for everyone okay? Don’t let her get lost in the dark for so long.”

And she remembers her nodding, her little, child mind not understandimg the severity of the situation and how danger was coming closer to her family day by day.

But she remembered how he lovingly caressed her hair, and hugged her for too long... Too long compared to other times he did, like it was... his last time doing it. And if he focused enough, she could still feel the tears her father shed right onto her neck.

My brave girl, I’m so proud of you... I’m sorry I wasn’t the dad you deserved...

This was the last thing Anne ever heard from any of his fathers, both saying the same, unaware of the shared sadness, unaware of what was cursed on them.

“I believe we aren’t really welcomed, huh? Sorry for my siblings by the way, if they irritate you, just tell me.”

Anne whipped her head to where the raspy yet masculine voice came from, her wand out to sense whoever was there but upon seeing the usual Weasley aura, she gave a smile. “No worries, I have dealt with much worse...” she stopped at the end, not sure how to call him when the male sat down with a kind smile.

“Charlie, Charlie Weasley. At your service, mi lady.” Charlie made a reverance, a dramatic one, not thinking much about it or how she couldn’t exactly see him. But the soft giggle she let out and the small, soft yet firm hands of the petite woman, Charlie looked up and gave a smile.

“You seem like someone who enjoys smiling... Energetic, like a puppy.”

“I thought you can’t see though?”

“I can’t... But it doesn’t stop me from making jokes, and seeing your soul.” Anne said with a serious face, wearing her most strict voice to make it more scary. They both stared at each other and soon burst out laughing while holding their stomachs. It has been a long time for either of them, laughing that hard and genuinely. It made her guilty for a second, after all the deaths that was on her hands, it wasn’t fair to those who died.

She was alive, smiling and laughing while... They were 6 feet underground..

That was what she made her believe, after all. She was sure they were somewhere around, hanging around her like ghosts and mocking her-

“Then, I take the ‘puppy’ comment as a compliment, Anne. Is that okay for me to call you?” she nodded slowly as Charlie’s words slowly pulled her out of the darkness that always took over, feeling shocked yet grateful for the boy begore her and she followed as he sat down on one of the chairs, suddenly feeling more than one eye on her as she also did the same, unconscciously.

“Your family are all watching, are they not?” she asked with a smile, and Charlie raised a brow at the curious eyes his sister and brothers were giving to him behind her back but tried to look like they weren’t eavesdropping.

“Yes, they do... Though they are shit at hiding it. Sorry for the language.” He sighed as he rubbed his neck shyly, making the older girl giggle and summon a glass of water. “Don’t be. I had 4 brothers as well and I know how it gets... Besides, just because I look like a noble, doesn’t make me so elegant. My mouth is much worse than a sailor when I get angry.”

“Hard to imagine really, you look so...” Charlie trailed off as he took a look at the woman that sat before him. She wore a thight, black dress with one of the collars those pure-blood women wore. She was wearing an emerald necklace, perhaps once belongt to her father and old enough to be a heirloom or a reminder, maybe a gift. But what made him stop wasn’t any of her clothing or blood status, or her family background.

It was the way she held herself. The way she was so calm, yet protective. The way she was smiling at him as if she saw him, and how her opal eyes were so beautiful... Pretty and mesmerizing enough that he could get lost in their cloudy gaze-

“What? Weird? I guess, I do, since I’m blind and-“

But obviously, Anne didn’t know any of it. She was used to being told this, poor fragile thing people would say. Guess, the sins of your parents were on you with this blindness...

As if they knew her family.

She used to react harshly when she was a kid, the usual Slytherin temper often coming out at the prospect of her loved ones in danger. It was a trait her mother often teased her fathers with, all the while trying to scoop her up in her arms so that she wouldn’t burst magic at the people. She never liked those who mistreated her parents for something they had no control over, such as blindness or the scars that decorated all three of your faces, judging her because of her inability and treat her like a glass.

She was strong in her own way, her parents were the Ancient Magic Wielder, Master of Dark Arts and the Strongest Wizard, the Heir of Slytherin, after all and she mustered magic at such a young age, proving herself to others all the time.

But it was never enough, she craved more... Something human.

Her life has always been a fight, and the only human emotion she knew was danger, fighting and pain.

So, just imagine when Charlie looked at her softly- the softest look a man had ever looked at her with, especially after her father- and how shocked she was. Yet, her heart was filled with a warmth, a warmth of the spring sun shining for the first time and Anne couldn’t help but wonder why her mother even reacted that way to the Weasleys.

They were people that lifted her mood, even after such a short time of getting to know them... The man sitting before her, more than anyone, she believed.

“Beautiful... You are beautiful.” Anne widened her eyes and looked down hurriedly, feeling a blush erupt all over her face. Both young adults suddenly felt shy as Charlie’s siblings let out a loud cheer. Fred and George yelling a Good job, brother! while Ginny teasingly cooed at how sweet it was of him to say that, giggling at both of their red face as she disappeared behind one of the polished white door.

“I-I... Uhm, thank you Charlie... That was... sweet of you...” and awkward silence settled in, Charlie looked out to see that you were sweeping the backyard when your eyes caught Harry’s, who was looking at the pottery you had there as a memorial of your husband with eyes that held nostalgia and a deep emptiness. The boy experienced so much pain over the four years he spent in Hogwarts and none of them were pleasant memories. Between that prophecy and Voldemort, Harry never got to be a kid.

And now, as if his problems didn’t run too deep, he learnt truths about his life and family... And suddenly had what he always wanted right in front of him.

But...

Even when he was supposed to be happy, he felt... Angry? Heartbroken? Sad? Empty? He didn’t know what he was feeling.. On one side, he was happy to have a family but the other part... That part wanted answers, that part wanted you to explain everything to him. Why let Voldemort kill his parents if you loved them so much? Why did you not try to take care of him? Why, why, why...

“You know, not only do you look like your father but you act like him too... Heard you often got in trouble, like father like son..” your voice reached to him, making him flinch suddenly and turn to look at you with wide eyes as you tended to the flowers and gathered all that was left in the garden. He watched you, still frozen in his spot as if you weren’t affected by them at all, by the revelations you did, by how everyone was shocked inside as Anne explained the most part...

As if the gravestones right next to the pottery was all of his imagination.

But, he couldn’t help taking slow steps towards you, as if he was enchanted and stood before you just a few steps to where you seated down. You knew he would come to you, you knew he had a lot to talk... A lot to get angry and ask answers for.

And you would give them all, slowly through time.

“I still remember James, and how he used to cause chaos around here. Running in the pottery as his aunt Anne was doing it, begging to do the same yelling out that he was capable too... No need to say, I would often find him covered with mud and water.” Harry smiled softly as tears filled his eyes, not that you would see while you checked some of the flowers in the garden and briefly looked at the pottery that used to break your heart as the slight, barely-there image of Ominis would occasionally appear to you, clad in his apron as he would lifg his face whenever he heard your steps and hug you, getting mud all over your face and kissing you, your heart and soul clench painfully in your chest that often resulted with a doubling pain.

But your grandson was more important, and you had to do this for him... For everyone.

“He was very capable of mischief, but he was so adorable and loving. So energetic and full of hope, admiring me and Anne as we did magic... I thought he was an Ancient Magic wielder too, but was wrong. Thankfully so, if I must admit...” You murmured the last part quietly so that Harry eouldn’t hear your relief .

No one could blame you, right? Especially after how James was killed.

“... Rumor has it, you also took after him.” You came to stand next to him, not daring to touch him in case he wouldn’t want it. He looked up to you with his eyes that screamed Lily, his shiny pearls cascading down slowly which made your heart strings pull and touch his pale cheeks to wipe them.

This must have already been too much for him, but though you wouldn’t explain whole details, you would tell him as much as he wished to learn for now.

But even when he cried softly, much like how James used to when he was a kid, you could see the teasing and curiosity behind his eyelids, which eventually made you smirk under your breath as well.

“The usual Gryffindor-who-wouldn’t-follow-rules... I thought it would be different over time, with each passing generation. But I guess every single one of the children that came from us had the same fierce, passionate and adventurous side of me and Ominis.” He widened his eyes at the meanimg behind your words and gaped at you, while you looked at him amused. How did you even know it?

“You know I’m in Gryffindor? How...?”

“I was always a part of your life Harry... Not that you realized.” He stayed looking up at you, heart suddenly getting warmer at knowing someone always had an eye on him. But he was still young, and he had James’s hot temper that would leave to regret and pouts. His next words left his lips without his control, and he immediately regretted how harsh it sounded after witnessing your smile slowly falling.

“Then... Why didn’t you take me? Surely, you know the Dursleys...” he couldn’t help but spit their names angrily, remembering all the pain he went through and how easily all of it could have been avoided. If you were trully that powerful as you said, if everyone trully feared you and Anne... “Why didn’t you help my parents if you are that strong? Why didn’t you protect me?”

He wanted to scream, shove you off, demand answers, blame you for everything and no one would blame him. Harry experienced so much at such a young age, when he was supposed to live his best one and knowing that he could have gotten this, with a loving family that would stay with him no matter what rather than his aunt that often blamed him for everything and the abuse he had to face so young...

And you knew... You knew it all, but he didn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him everything, but you could hold him and make him see how dire the situation was.

“My precious, I tried... I even threatened Dumbledore with destroying the Hogwarts and Ministry, your aunt going as far as using magic on him...” You held onto his face thightly, wiping his angry tears away. “But Voldemort was also after us and we were on run already... Though I wanted nothing less than to take you with me, I couldn’t. Not when a curse was on us, not when the Dark Lord that came from us wanted to kill us... I thought they would be better for you, since they lived in a steady house but... I forgot how some people were...” you looked down in shame after that, your own tears falling as you let out some of the stress out of yourself.

Harry’s hand shook in shame, wanting to comfort you as the world around stopped. He never thought Voldemort would be after you and Anne either, thinking that he only wanted him. But it was clear now: None of you were ever safe, and you did what you believed was right. His anger from before dissolved and he shyly took a hold of your hand, making you lift your gaze and gasp quietly...

For it wasn’t just Harry you saw, but James whenever he would come crying to you after getting injured, it was Ominis who would caress your face first thing in the morning as you prepared breakfast and the kids slept, it was Ominis who comforted you when the news of the Gaunts searching for you both reached to you...

It was your family that had to endure all the pain a human being could ever bear.

“Life hadn’t been kind to you... Had it?” Such a simple question shouldn’t have affected one so easily, perhaps not at all. But Harry wasn’t anyone, he was just a boy wo longed to have a family, a boy whose dreams were finally coming true. So, solely for that reason, Harry could no longer deny the emotions that ran through him, simply clutching your hand that held his face so softly, a mere ghost of the woman who died protecting him. He suddenly hugged you, burying his face to your neck as he seeked comfort from his last family.

For the first time, he felt like he had someone who didn’t have too much expectations from him.

“I... I'm scared. I don’t know what to do, how to do all of this! I don’t want to be the Chosen One, I just want to enjoy my teenagehood!” you shushed him gently, rocking him back and forth as your arms snaked around his waist and to his back and squeezed him thightly. You were, once again, reminded of how James would wail loudly and your sons would immediately seek you out for comfort when they were little and that only made your tear fall harder as your hand massaged Harry’s scalp softly, making him relax onto you.

“I’m sorry, darling boy... For being the reason of your suffering. When I first learnt about you, I prayed for the first time that the prophecy would slip past you... Unfortunately it didn’t and I would call you either a stupid or naive if you weren’t scared but you are no longer alone.” Both of you chuckled at your comment, Harry slowly pulled away from you and gave you that half-sad and half-happy smile as you side hugged him, bot being able to stop yourself from coddling your grandson. You comfortingly rubbed his shoulders as you both gazed at the memorial stones where six names were written.

Six names that was important to you and your family once.

Ominis Potter.

Sebastian Sallow-Potter.

Anne Sallow.

James Potter.

Lily Potter.

Regulus Black.

The last name caught Harry’s attention, the same surname that could never be a coincidence surely peeked his interest. Why was that surname was the same as his godfather’s?

“Uhm... Why does the last one have the same surname as-“ he started as you let your eyes wander to where he looked, a deep pang in your heart hurting very badly at the name written on it.

“Sirius? Oh well...” you briefly looked at the stone and then back at the two men who you considered as sons after James introduced you and then back at Harry, with a somber smile at the vision of curly, black hair and grey eyes appearing right before your own. ” It’s a long story, Harry and it is late... Maybe I will tell later, tomorrow. Let’s get inside.” You urged him inside softly, pointing to the door where everyone was seated safely. The garden was big and enormous, and the walk back was long. Longer than normal but longer enough for you to get one last thing out of your chest.

One thing you always itched to say to James, and every single person that came from you.

“I am the reason these all started again, and I will fight tooth and nail to defeat him... You don’t have to fight alone Harry, not anymore. I can’t take that Chosen One title back from you, but I can definetly protect you from it.” Harry didn’t stop you, just continued to walk next to you as sadness and warmth flooded him.

Sadness because of how badly you blamed yourself and how no one ever thought of you to be innocent, warmth because how loving and protective you were.

Definetly a great change after everything he had seen.

“I know I did many unforgivable, stupid mistakes. Mistakes that resulted with many deaths, tears and sorrow. And there isn't a day that I don’t regret over my actions, these burial stones being the reminder of them... I know I was wrong, and I don’t expect you to forgive me because Merlin knows, I wouldn’t do it if I were you-“ you were adamant on going on, doing anything so that your grandson wouldn’t hate you... so that he would understand you. This, the guilt, was one of the many things that kept you away from him for so long and though you knew it was stupid...

You didn’t want him to hate you.

But what you didn’t know, Harry would never hate you. As long as he lived, you would be the woman he would cherish and respect endlessly. And though he was still a kid, he understood how you struggled.

Being the Chosen One ran in the family, I guess?

“Grandmother, it’s okay... Though I don’t understand everything, I know you are innocent. As well as Aunt Anne...” he took your hand softly and smiled widely, showing his pearls and how true he was being. A shy look soon settled on his face and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, making you pinch his cheeks and making him whine.” Besides, we have all the time to talk about everything, no? I can’t wait to hear more about-about everything! How did you meet with Grandpa? When did you attend Hogwarts? Were you cool like those wizards and witches we heard about? Do I look like Grandpa?”

A huge grin overtook your face as you hugged him thightly, actually crunching a few painful knots in his shoulder but neither one of you cared when both of you found what was lost once.

Not when you both accepted the other as family.

And as the night breeze made both of you shiver, you patted Harry’s back when you two stood in front of the door of the house, to make him get inside before turning to look at the memorial of your lovers and family.

At least, you were finally able to keep your promise to them, albeit a bit laye... Though it was at great costs... Cost of Dark Magic.

“I wonder what you would do if you learnt the true me, my boy...” you muttered under your breath as you let your magic unfold, the golden, black, and dark red color of it illuminating your face as the darkness settled in deep in your heart.

The same darkness that clouded Sebastian...

The same one that clouded Voldemort.

You didn’t know what future would bring but there was one thing you were sure as you let your magic disappear and get inside the house, closimg the door thightly behind you after looking at the horizon...

Anyone who touched your family, would have to face the darkest witch of all times.

#ominis x sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x y/n #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis x sebastian #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x reader

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krikeymate · 11 months

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Foster this love au

Once they’re comfortable, Tara finds she absolutely loves physical affection and when Sam is particularly proud of her (something as simple as spelling a word correctly but still so meaningful given what she has been through) Sam will drop kisses all over her face and hold her close and Tara does everything she can to make Sam proud if it means seeing that excited and happy look of awe in Sams eyes.

YES YES YES. These two are SO affectionate in every universe, sometimes, like in this one, it just takes them a little longer to reach it.

Sam makes sure to reward and celebrate every milestone, every little step Tara takes, once Tara lets her. She needs her to know how proud she is of her, she needs to make up for all the years before.

Tara loves it when Sam drops kisses all over her face, suffocating her in affection. It always makes her giggle, which is Sam's ultimate goal - to make Tara laugh. Tara will push her face away from her own, only to drag her back in, into a hug.

Sam's pride and loving expression keeps Tara going, keeps her pushing forward even when she's frustrated. Nothing changes when she fails, Sam treats her the same, looks at her the same, loves her the same. But it doesn't feel the same to Tara, it makes her stomach hurt to know she's failed, makes her eyes sting, makes her feel stupid. Mother always said she was stupid.

Sam doesn't get upset with Tara, but she does when she overhears her calling herself stupid. Sam grabs at Tara's wrist, preventing it from smacking into her head again. She demands answers, who called her stupid? Her tutor, her therapist, one of the social workers? Tara just shakes her head and begins go cry and Sam's expression softens into the affection she's used to. "You're not stupid, sweet girl. You've missed a lot and you've got so much to catch up on, that doesn't make you stupid, ok? You're so smart, to have learnt all you have in such a short time. My smart girl."

Tara wishes, not for the first time, that Sam had been her mother instead.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: foster this love make me whole again

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luciehercndale · 4 months

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Kell the sea warrior: Kay the privateer

I was thinking about Kay Maresh, Kell's privateer identity that he took on after a few years of physical training on the Grey Barron. I wanted to see if the name was another spelling of the name Kai, and it turns out that it is. Depending on the roots, this name means "sea/ocean" or "shell" or even "warrior" and "to rejoice". All these meanings fit Kell's new identity on the ship, out to sea. And the name was chosen deliberately to represent all of his nuances as a character in this new journey. When he's Kay, he conceals his face with a mask, has a new costume and spelled blades, and he is a warrior who uses his body to fight and he also learnt how to be swift and quiet when he moves. Like a ninja or a thief.

Something switches in Kell when he decides to become Kay. He finds hope and confidence in himself for the first time in years after his magic was broken. He understands that if he puts his mind to it and if he believes in himself, he can be anything he wants to be. We see that he still longs for his magic even as Kay, and how he wavers because he is a human being and therefore he's not perfect. Kay was a way to cope with loss and build strength, both physical and mental. Kay was the light at the end of the tunnel. After his magic is fixed, it feels like Kay has served his purpose because Kell the magician his whole again. But Kell decides to still "perform" Kay's identity when he's in private with Lila, because she loves this part of him as well. And Kay is part of Kell by now, another side of himself he didn't know before he got on Lila's ship. After all, the reason Kell took on the Kay identity on the ship was because and thanks to her. Lila couldn't watch him self-sabotage anymore, and she gave him a pep talk which can be summed up in: do you want to keep sinking or do you want to learn how to swim? She knew Kell could very well swim, if only he let someone help him see how there is still much to his life than his magic. His magic didn't define him. And he decided to trust Lila for once.

Kay first appears after a few years of trying to swim and try to keep himself afloat. Lila was the main prompter of Kell's journey to freedom, to Kay himself, so it was only right that he would first show Kay to her. She was his final boss.

Beating her at something she excelled at was a big confidence booster for him, but getting her seal of approval with his new disguise? Lila being proud of him for both? That didn't just boost his confidence, but also his ego, and made his heart lighter. This man is so head over heels for her and I can't imagine how he was excited like a little kid when she was so happy that he had decided to trust himself and his abilities and to envision a new path for himself amid his hopelessness.

Lila was so proud of Kell and also turned on by Kay, because it was the first time in years she had also seen that Kell was finally getting better compared to when they first started their journey together.

The circle opened when he shows Kay to her for the first time and closes after his magic his fixed, after Kay has served his purpose in the story. Both of these moments lead to an intimate situation where Lila wants to see what Kay can do. I think that the intimate response is her way to practically show Kell how much she loves and appreciates him and how happy she is for him. It's her way to say I love you, because she prefers to show rather than tell. We see how Kay also works like this, in fact he leads her to the bed, surprising her. So Kay is Kell's daring side.

The reason why Lila doesn't want to let go of Kay even after Kell is back is because Kay is another side to him. A side to him he only shows privately to her, and that she knows deeply because it's a mix of his hopes and fears as well as his courage to dare and risk. He doesn't need to let Kay go. Kay is a side of him and she loves all the parts of him.

#adsom #kellila #kell maresh #lila bard #yep yep another name essay from me #because I just love to talk about them #kell x lila #tftop spoilers #tftop #the fragile threads of power

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bumblee27 · 6 days

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@mcyt-femslash Week 1, rain/growth with Nature Wives! (sorry it's late!)

The witch that returned was not the same witch that had left. That much was evident to Katherine.

Of course, in the more obvious ways, such as the new spells that Shelby had learnt, and took pride in showing off; the newfound companions she had brought home with her (namely Nimbus, the crow who seemed to think he was a cat, constantly craving attention); the new stories she had to tell, of great adventures, of allies and of enemies, of narrow escapes, of losses and of triumphs. Yes, anyone could notice those differences. But Katherine could see further than that.

The way Shelby’s smile stretched a little bit wider than it had before. The way she dared to finish her own sentences, when before she might have trailed off. She didn't fidget nearly as much. And when she laughed, she did so openly and heartily.

She was practically unrecognisable from the girl Katherine had first met. Gods, that girl was- was miles away!

Her heart sank a little at the thought.

That girl. So.. so broken. And if only Katherine had known, she could have done something, anything! ..But it didn't do to dwell. One simply couldn't change the past. (Well, Katherine couldn't, at least - one of Shelby's tales described a character who could indeed perform such feats!)

No, that girl was worlds away. Shelby had changed so, so much.

And Katherine couldn't have been more proud of her.

#aprilshowersbringsmcytfemslash #mcyt femslash #nature wives #naturewives #wcsmp shipping #wcsmp #wcsmpshipping #witchcraft smp #pretty sure i can maintag bc it's not explicitly romantic #katherine elizabeth #shubble #esmp #esmp s2 #technicallyy #lavendar.writes

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morgy-doo · 1 month

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THE OWL HOUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS~

Luz noceda~

has 100% made you read all of the azura books ATLEAST once

has started teaching you spanish because she thought it would be cute if you two had your own cute lil conversations without over people over hearing

always pestering amity on relationship advice

the owl house is basically your second home by now

hooty can never leave you both alone for more than 5 minutes when your with each other

tries to hide whats going on with belos from you but you figure it out pretty quick because she is a BADDDD liar

she just doesn't want you to worry <3

AMAZING at cheering you up, honestly she would throw herself off a cliff just to hear you do that little cry laugh thing

Amity blight~

she is constantly worrying she is not good enough for you

please give this poor girl some love and reassurance

based on the past person she was she is terrified that one day you will realise there are better people and will never speak to her again

even if your not in the track, abomination magic has become a big part of your life

sometimes at school she gets an abomination to follow you around and carry your bags and stuff when she is not avaliable

she thinks its sweet and endearing

you think its terrifying but don't have the heart to tell her

literally gulps down your praise

"you really think i did good?"

she is so proud of herself after that

she cares about you SM

lucky bitch

your safety always becomes before hers and sometimes she forgets to do certain things for herself because she is to occupied with worrying about you

Willow park~

loves gardening with you

honestly you were clueless about how to diffrentiate (did i spell that right?) different types of trees

but ever since dating her you know the label and scientific name of ever plant that's ever grown

good for you boo <3

always is slightly self concious around you

always trying to smooth down her hair

but DAMN this girl is STRICT

if you play a sport or any type of activity that involves potential injury, you better expect her to be wrapping you in bubble wrap the moment you leave that field

if you were trying to impress her with your skills and get hurt, she will scold you the entire time she is fixing your injury, but secretly finds it cute

she will find simple little things to brighten your day like leaving cute little potted plants on your desk before class

Gus porter~

THE MOST supportive boyfriend to ever grace this earth

you wanna try something new? go ahead he will be excited to hear how you liked it

you wanna try out a new sport? he will be cheering you on at every practice and game in the stands

definately owns one of those shirts that say "i love my bf/gf"

tries so hard to impress you

he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you so if you show interest in the slightest thing then boom you own a whole collection of items related to that interest and he has learnt everything there is to know about it off witchapedia

loves watching you use your magic

it interests him

learns so many different jokes just to make you laugh and smile everyday

Boscha (i only just realised she doesn't have a last name)~

oh god how do i even start this

can be super clingy one minute, but then acts as if she is used to the attention from you and couldn't care less

she takes it upon herself to be your protector

even if its from a potential splinter

BIG on pet names

babe,baby,darling,sweetheart, yk

"heh did you see that babe? i totally just saved you from that rogue grudgby ball"

speaking of grudgby, as cliche as it sounds she has bought you a jersey that has her name on it for when she plays grudgby

honestly dies of happiness when she hears you shout "that's my girlfriend!"

always lends you her jacket when your cold, even when she is freezing herself she is way to stubborn to take it back

or she just lets you wear it around the school hallways so everyone knows the coolest girl in school is your girlfriend

when she is ruling hexside, she keeps an eye on you, no matter where you are in the room, her third eye is always on you

she is terrified she is going to lose you like she did the others

lets you sit on her lap when she is on the throne

can you tell she is my favourite?

Hunter deamonne~

he is literally the definition of acts of service

the biggest gentlemen ever

holds open every door, pulls out your chairs for you, literally he could be your slave

gets red VERY easily

when you give him praise he practically melts

found it hard to open up to you about his past but when he does he feels a huge relief

now he tells you literally everything

you totally gossip together all the time

he loves training with you, it's never serious and he can see your magic in action

you are honestly his everything

he loves playing with your hair too

is honestly so good at doing hair, he has learnt how to get the perfect rounded bun

loves you more than life itself

part two? <3

#the owl house #toh #hunter toh #amity toh #luz toh #boscha toh #gus toh #willow toh #x reader

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peeves-gurl · 5 months

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Hi cutie, sorry it was me! (https://www.tumblr.com/peeves-gurl/734268281353043968/hey-cutie-would-you-write-a-fic-on-reader-being) My job has been so chaotic this week so all I've been doing is reading fics before bed! I have a couple of ideas which I'll DM you as they're too long to send on here but my first idea is...

Remus and his daughter are wandering around Hogwarts as he's come to supply teach for a few weeks, and reader is telling him all about Umbridge refusing to teach them anything, and how she said something so rude to Umbridge (you can decide what) she got a dention with her, and got a scar, Remus finds what reader called Umbridge hilarious but goes balistic when she mentions the scar even though she said it doesn't hurt, because similar to Remus, she is an animagius and can transform into anything so has hurt herself much worse so has learnt to deal with pain quite well. Just as she says to Remus about managing her pain well, the twins (her best friends) run over to her showing her some new produce they got from Hogsmeade and they were heading to find reader after her detention as she was gutted she couldn't go to Hogsmeade with them, who had no idea she was an animagius and Remus was her father, as she's kept it secret as she doesn't want to ruin her friendship with the twins, but they tell her they love her for who she is and ask her to show them what she can transform into which she does. Maybe in the evening, Remus, reader and the twins are wandering around the castle after dinner, as it's the summer so won't get dark for ages, and Remus tells reader and the twins about how he asked reader not to tell anyone who she was etc, then re calls his conversation about Umbridge not teaching them anything so he tells them all about old order, and Reader (who's a natural at DADA because of her father) mentions about setting up a new one, and Remus looks so proud.

I mean there was more on reader teaching everyone spells etc, but I'm sure you can write this to your heart's content!

Please enjoy writing cutie!

Yaaaay I'm so happy to have found you! Thank you for the idea!! and I hope your next week isn't this hectic. I'm in the middle of my exams now 😭 but I've already started planning so I guess I'll write it soon❤️

#fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley smut

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idolsummons · 9 months

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would hana sacrifice your muse? send 🗡 to find out! ･ﾟ✫ @discipulusmaleficus

She should be thanking you, Kalmar. Though you may have been reluctant at times, you have taught Hana so much. You introduced her to new literature on the topic of dark magic and urged upon her new things she would have never approached on her own: necromancy, the use of her own blood in spells and rituals (she had created a balm-like potion which could heal all scrapes and cuts but had long since ceased usage), animal sacrifices. Did you know this is where these practices would lead? Are you proud of the monster you have aided in creating? But it would be wrong to lay all blame on you, I suppose. The first time the topic of human sacrifice was broached, even as a hypothetical, you had tried to steer the conversation away from such things. Necromancy is one thing, even killing the abominations which you brought back once more, but the taking of a life, of a human who still has hopes and dreams and ambitions, is something else entirely. You had thought yourself successful in your endeavour, and you had been - temporarily, at least. You had thought Hana joking when she had brought to you a ritual she had found in a thick tome - one that had even you on edge, wishing she would return it to whencesoever it came - which specified very clearly that it required a human sacrifice. Yet despite your smile and your laugh, she met your eyes with a stern expression, and that's when it all disappeared. You knew her to be timid, though, knew that it had taken her years to finally work up the courage to take the life of an animal. Are those who hunt game inherently murderers of man? Such preparations could be made, and you would take your fee in advance, but there was no way Hana could ever take the life of another human. We are all full of surprises, however, and though there had been tears, shakes and queasiness on her part (and the strong desire to bring lunch back up on yours), she actually did it. You learnt from that moment to never doubt the abilities of Hana Morishita again. Perhaps she would stop at one. Perhaps she just needed a taste of this and now everything could go back to normal. No. She insisted the rituals needed to continue lest there be dire consequences, and though she had jumped over the biggest hurdle, she still needed help. You knew her to be a woman with wealth behind her and that you could make a killing - pun intended - from doing as she asked. So you bring them to her, unwilling participants in Hana's little science experiment. She can't do this without you, you know. So long as you keep being her little assistant (and granted you do not bleed her funds dry), she still finds you useful, a life worth sparing despite these twisted new practices. Is this what you had always wanted, Kalmar? Are you proud of what you have done?

#discipulusmaleficus #long post /

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thunder-of-dragons · 2 years

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Title: Bake your way into my heart Author: @hufflepuffromantic Rating: Mature @gameofdrarry Trope: Muggle/Modern AU Word Count: 220,938 Tags: The Great British Bake-Off fusion, AU: Muggle, AU: Modern, fluff, hurt/comfort, POV Draco Malfoy, baking, single parent Draco Malfoy, meet-cute, getting together, falling in love, gay Draco Malfoy, pansexual Harry Potter, reality TV competition, age difference, implied sexual content, mutual pining, referenced homophobia, referenced canonical child abuse, non-graphic violence, past Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass/Theodore Nott, Astoria Greengrass’s Blood Curse

Summary: After Astoria died Draco was suddenly left as a single father and he had to get his shit together. He learnt to cook, which was fine but then eventually he learnt to bake which was heavenly. He loved it and funnily enough he was actually pretty good at it. It gave him a new lease of life and he became obsessed. When he realised that his sister-in-law (and pretty much his only friend) had entered him for a TV baking competition he’d never heard of, he went along with it, after all Astoria had told him to live his life to the full. It never even crossed his mind that he might meet someone there, let alone the man of his dreams...

Excerpt:

Snape looks absolutely livid when Hagrid brings his cake up to the judges though. He points to the ghastly pink cake that has a crack down the middle and nastily asks if Hagrid sat on it at any point.

Hagrid sheepishly mumbles that he might have done but Snape has already moved on to criticise every aspect of the cake including the fact that it’s far too simple to be on the show. It’s overbaked, dry and tasteless and finally highlights the spelling mistakes on the badly piped ‘Happee Birthdae’ green writing icing. He finished by saying if Hagrid gave this to a child on their birthday then it would probably classify as child abuse and Draco couldn’t help but notice Harry squirming uncomfortably on the stool in front of him.

Minerva is speechless as she tries to find something positive to say about Hagrid’s cake. In the end she just pats his giant hand a little and passes the cake back to him without saying anything or even tasting it.

Rec Notes: This fic would be right at home amongst the vast collection of @lcdrarry works that have been created over the years. The blending hufflepuff_romantic has done to create this fusion of the HP characters in a GBBO AU is just absolute perfection!

Despite the fact that the characters don’t have magic and have never met one another before, they all feel like the same characters we’ve come to know and love through fanon. The twins are hilarious (and both alive) as Mel and Sue, Hermione is a fierce planner, Rita Skeeter is as invasive as ever, and Snape is as harsh as a judge as he is as a potions professor. Throughout the fic, though I’ll only include some examples from the first couple of chapters, there are also some nostalgic moments referencing the original HP canon. Tonks is just as clumsy in a kitchen as you’d imagine, and Hagrid has accidents of his own: “I shoudn’a done that... I should not have done that.” Then, in a moment when Draco offers him a handshake, Harry refuses.

Speaking of Draco, his journey especially shines in this fic as he’s crushing on and falling in love with Harry. Draco originally learns to bake for his son, Scorpius, in an effort to be the absolute best single dad that he can be. Throughout the fic, it’s obvious that Draco is continuously making a conscious effort to be a better person for himself and his son, and it’s wonderful to see his interactions with Daphne as she does her best to lovingly support her late sister’s family, including pushing Draco towards the arms of an intriguing, leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding man with a penchant for baking.

Read the fic on ao3 HERE

Join Draco as he aims to improve his baking, make his son proud, meet new friends, and unravel the secrets of the mysterious Harry Potter!

#thunderrecsthings #drarry #drarry fic rec #game of drarry #wizards hearts 2022 #muggle au #modern au #hufflepuffromantic #gbbo au #hurt/comfort

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borathae · 11 months

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Re: attempting MV!Yoongi to fuck me

Note: I woke up so fucking emotional today. So don’t mind me being a drama queen

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“You really know how to deny a young woman so blatantly, don’t you Yoongi? I-i was trying to have c-conservation. I though your life w-was interesting. Ah, leave it. Jelena is at her study room. Let’s go.”

Meeting Jelena in her study room and Yoongi and her get ready to leave…

“Before I am kicked out from the spell room again, can I speak to you Jelena? S-so um, Jelena, did you think about what I told you? It’s fine, Yoongi should know too… Okay, I will tell Yoongi if you don’t. So Yoongi. I come up with a backup plan in case your device won’t work. So, um… Jimin told me that Namjoon has– you know– human female f-friends that he keeps around to h-hang out. S-so my plan is to have Jelena curse my blood and fall into Namjoon so that he can have me as h-his f-friend, and when he feeds on me he can be cursed too. Also, witches can do a location spell on me easier. I- I’ll even leave some of my blood behind. I know they struggle with Namjoon but he won’t cloak me. Jimin also said Namjoon keeps his friends for weeks so it will buy you all so much time. I don’t care if it is dangerous, Jelena. All of you put yourselves in so much danger every day so I am not afraid of a pair of fangs. You know Jimin used to compel me to feed on me. It will be the same. I won’t remember a thing and it doesn��t hurt too bad... You two want to kill Namjoon and I say I will help. I don’t care if he kills me too, Jelena. I might die hopping on the stones on the beach or while eating almonds during dinner… I will die anyway. I am just a human, I am no supernatural. I can be easily compelled, easily frightened, easily killed. My death isn’t subject to if. It is a matter of when. So be it while helping Yoon- all my friends! You all won’t even r-remember me in five years so think about it, Yoongi. You know Namjoon. He would never suspect me. I- I can… I can keep him occupied… I’ll play the violin for him a-and I learnt he likes blondes. I will bleach my hair first thing tomorrow. I will make this work, I promise. Jimin could even wipe my entire memory again so that everyone is safe. Y-you can all return to your normal lives in a few months. Look, everyone seemed to approve. Jimin thinks it is a brilliant idea. Taehyung hates Namjoon to his core. I am sure Seokjin and Emma deep down want this too. You know how Jungkook wants to go home. Image it Yoongi, you can return to your home with your l-lovers all safe. Imagine your partners safe from Namjoon, Yoongi… I know all you want is protection for them. Come on, at least accept this offer… You know I am not too proud to beg…”

"And I was giving you answers, I don’t know what childish thing you’re on right now, but you can try this with someone else", Yoongi says, lowering his eyes, "I gave you conversation and I won’t entertain your antics", he adds and turns away, looking into the books instead.

Jelena listens to your plan and shakes her head, "thank you for the offer, but we can manage without having to sacrifice someone. Yoongi has the Unbreaking Shackles now and we are currently working on enchanting chains to make them unbreakable as well. We won’t have to sacrifice anyone for it", she says and nudges Yoongi, "then all he has to do is get close to him and put the shackles on. Mhm, Yoongs can you do that?" she teases.

Yoongi sends her a look, "yes Jelena I can", he says with faux annoyance in his voice.

Jelena chuckles, giving his arm a little squeeze, "I was merely asking. Who knows, maybe you grew weaker."

"You’re not funny", Yoongi murmurs, making her laugh.

#asks: magnus venatio #anon #asks #come talk to my characters #sa: character talk

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brightfallapprentice · 1 year

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Vision

DWC 2022 (November) DAY 4 - CHILDREN/VISION

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( Set close to the end of Year Three of the timeskip )

Since moving to Dalaran to begin his study as a Kirin Tor apprentice, Aeriden had found he’d lost himself nose-deep in numerous things that would give him more knowledge of what he had already previously learnt. Tomes, books, scrolls, lectures - even the odd private chat with Narielle, who had become somewhat of a tutor for him in spare time that she allowed herself to have outside of her regular duties as a higher-ranked mage of the Violet Citadel. He appreciated any time she set aside for him, but never pushed her for more than she could give. Nari had her own routine she liked to follow, and it would be incredibly rude of him to demand her to set it aside for him. Besides, it wasn’t all just magic talk when they met up, and he appreciated that even more so.

However, he was impatient...he knew some of these lessons already. His late mother had taught him well - afterall, she had been quite the powerful mage herself. But his time spent focusing on noble responsibilities, as well as trying to find time to run his business...it left very little space to dedicate himself to any further study. And he’d fallen out of practice. Since spending time with his sister to ‘pretend’ they’d hosted a grand banquet for their father’s birthday - an illusion he’d been most proud of forming - Aeriden found that he wanted more. He knew he had untapped potential, he’d been told by a number of skilled mages already that were far wiser than he was. But as an apprentice, he didn’t have the permissions to perform certain rituals and spells...not that the senior mages would. Some forms of magic he had no interest in...but others...well. He wanted to test his limits.

“When are you heading out to Suramar?” Narielle had asked, carefully slipping a bookmark into a tome she’d let him borrow for a few weeks. “If it’s soon, as in...today, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you until much later.” “It was soon, yes. After lunch, I was hoping. Perhaps we can meet later in the afternoon?” Aeriden suggested as he glanced up briefly from packing his satchel. “No doubt I’ll be out there for awhile. The raw magic in that area...” He’d only been around the area a few times, but he was instantly drawn to the arcane crystals, the leylines...even his curiosity had taken him somewhat close to the Blue Dragonflight - though he dared not disturb them. He merely just wanted to see.

“Mmmm...be careful, Aeri. Please.” The white-haired woman’s expression softened as concerned laced her words. “A lot of things could go wrong if you don’t take the right precautions. What are you going to do down there anyway?”

“Study, mostly.” He responded. It wasn’t a lie. As stubborn as he could be, he knew messing around with things out of his range of power could end horribly for him. “I don’t plan on doing anything crazy.”

“You’d better not.” Narielle waggled a finger at him. “Your mentor would throw an absolute fit if he found out you’d been messing around. Especially without his supervision.”

Aeriden rolled his eyes and groaned. “As an apprentice, I feel like a child sometimes.”

“Compared to some of us, you may as well be.”

She was right. Aeriden was much younger than many of the elven-blooded mages in that tower. Though, he was still going to scoff at her answer.

“I’d also throw a fit, if I had to be the one to explain to him why you’ve come back via the medical clinic!”

That last warning had been said in half-jest....but oh how she’d been right.

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He’d only strayed from his studying for a little while. The books had been flipped through numerous times, his own journals covered with notes on the leylines, crystals, raw arcane power...any kind of intriguing thing he’d found. But he felt the magic in the air, he felt it flow through his fingertips...tempting him, urging him to just cast a few spells. To weave the arcane like thread, where his own magical abilites would be empowered.

At first, it was simple illusions. Then it was teleportation. Further and further he tested his limits with each spell casted, each illusion or sigil performed...until he felt the arcane surge within his body...more powerful than before. This was what he used to be. This was his potential! But the sensation soon became too much...and he knew the magic should be expelled otherwise he’d face serious consequences.

....If only his pride and stubborn-ness hadn’t gotten in the way.

He’d heard Narielle calling his name - doing her best to shield herself from the arcane barrier he’d formed around his body - reaching out to her as more and more raw magic fed into his form. He’d tapped into a leyline somewhere...perhaps. He wasn’t sure. But the arcane had a hold on him, and before he knew it, suddenly all he could see was the bright purples and blues of the magic itself, flowing freely throughout the air. It was so bright....blinding almost. His field of vision overwhelmed completely.

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It was an effort to open his eyes. His head pounded. As his eyes began to slowly focus again, all he could see was the very worried Narielle standing beside his bed...and his sister, peering over him, a brow raised. “...Yo, Aeri. The fuck’s up with your eyes?”

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 4 months

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Writing Advent Calendar 2023 Day 20 :)

Prompt: Santa

Aka: Little Luna and Simón perform an unclear skit

Read on ao3 or under the cut

It was the end of the year talent show they had at a local stage for children aged 5-12 in their area. Simón and Luna were backstage, preparing their costumes.

”Can you help me tie my shoelaces?” Luna asked. She was in first grade and tying her shoelaces was not something she could do yet.

”No, Luna, I think actually it’s funnier if it’s untied. It works for our performance.”

”You’re so right, Simón!”

”Look,” Simón said and put his finger in his mouth, ”My final baby tooth is loose!”

”Yay! Soon you’ll only have adult teeth!”

”I know! I feel like a man!” Simón was 9, and absolutely not a man, but let’s not burst his bubble.

The two friends had been writing their own little skit. It was about a boy who became santa. That was the ultimate goal of the plot. But it was written by a 6 and 9 year old, so we’ll see just how good it’s gonna come across.

”Next up is two friends named Simón and Luna, who are going to perform a little skit!” the announcer announced. ”Give them some applause!”

Simón and Luna excitedly went out on stage.

”What a beautiful day!” Simón exclaimed.

”I agree!” Luna replied.

"Did you know that I found a spell to turn you into Santa?"

"No! What is the spell?"

"Here it is!" He handed her a paper.

"But I can't read!" Luna exclaimed. This caused the audience to chuckle.

"Yes, you can! You learned that in school this year!"

They only wrote this in because Luna was proud of having recently learnt how to read.

"Oh, right!" she said. "The spell is booger sand tacos million billion thousand!"

She then tripped on her own shoelaces. However, this was planned. She had a santa beard inside her shirt, that she tucked out and "discreetly" put on while lying on her belly. It was not discreet in the slightest, but she was 6.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, wearing the fake beard that almost was falling off her face so she had to hold it up. "The spell went wrong and now I'm Santa!"

The audience started laughing.

"Wait, I can fix it!" Simón said.

"How?"

"By losing my final baby tooth!"

Simón had planned on getting his baby tooth out, right here on the stage.

He had, however, not planned how he would get it out.

He started wiggling it.

"Come on, come on..." he mumbled.

"Need some help?" Luna asked. "I'm gonna-"

She tripped on her shoelaces again. This time, it was not planned.

As she tripped, she grabbed onto Simón's arm. This lead to him to get a stronger grip, which in turn made the tooth suddenly get ripped out of his mouth.

Some in the audience gasped, not being prepared for it to just get ripped out like that.

"It worked! Thank you! Now I can finally become Santa!"

Luna took off her fake beard. "Here you go!"

Simón put it on and let out a "ho ho ho!"

Then both him and Luna bowed. Their skit was over.

The audience clapped.

Years later, they were in Simón's childhood home, going through old stuff.

"Luna, remember this beard?" Simón asked, laughing.

"Oh! From that skit we did?"

"Yes! What was the skit even about?"

"About how you were turned into Santa if you took out your baby tooth?" Luna chuckled.

"Right! Ah, I was so excited to lose my final baby tooth. I honestly think we improvised the whole thing, because if I hadn't had my baby tooth lose, then I wouldn't even have included it!"

"I think half of our skits were improvised..."

Simón put a finger over his mouth. "Don't tell our audiences that, though... our best performances came completely improvised."

#2023 Writing DCLA+ advent calendar

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seacharge · 7 months

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New Zealand & Anna.

Hi,

It's already October! Where did the time go? Well, all I know is that September was to be my first big holiday in 5 years. As the title suggests, I went to New Zealand!

To provide some context on how this entire thing started, let's go back to... September 2022!

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After covid hit from 2019 and 2020, and working from 2021 and 2022. I was THIRSTING to travel. Not that I didn't entirely travel, I went to Malaysia quite often. But as any other Singaporean say, going to Malaysia is "not counted"!

In any case, I cannot remember when we started talking about it, but my group of poly friends were at our usual watering hole: Paulaner Brauhaus down at Millenia Walk. Somehow, the conversation steered towards a holiday. I was really keen to hangout with this group as I have never went on an overseas trip with them before.

Japan and New Zealand. These were the choices. I have already been to Japan twice in my teens and early 20s. I was really keen on experiencing the great nature that New Zealand had to offer. As a LOTR fan, HJ was also keen to travel to New Zealand as well. So I guess that's where all the planning started.

Fast forward to September 2023, I took a 2 week leave and flew to New Zealand. The plan can be summarised as such, Week 1: Auckland, Week 2: Queenstown.

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This might seem abrupt, this post really isn't about my trip. It was about her, Anna (I have no idea how to write this in Vietnamese, all she told me was that there was a hat somewhere in the spelling).

By some cruel fate, our flight to Queenstown was terrible. It was supposed to be a quick 1 hour flight on Wednesday afternoon, but we only made it to Queenstown on Friday morning after 3 redirects.

During this tragedy, JetStar arranged some accommodation for us to stay in while waiting for our flight. We stayed in two hotels for each separate day, the first one being Sudima Hotel and the other one being JetPark Hotel. JetStar also kindly gave us dining credit for use in the hotels.

In the JetPark hotel, I noticed this really cute waitress scurrying about taking orders, running food and cleaning the tables.

After finishing our food, I noticed that she settling payments from another diner at the counter. I'm not sure if it was the large quantity of gin tonic I drank, or maybe it was the deeply rooted sickness of being single for so long, but I started a conversation with her.

It ended up with me adding her on Instagram. I'm sure it was any Thursday for her, but it was a proud moment for me. I really didn't know what came over me that day, but it was done.

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We chatted a little on instagram and I asked her out on a date. We settled on Auckland Botanical Gardens because she had already visited Cornwall Park the week before.

My friends left to visit Waiheke for the day and I took the AT metro to the nearest station and started a nice long walk towards the botanical gardens. I was pretty excited, I really didn't know what to expect.

I found a table at 1030 and settled down at the strangely named eatery, "Cafe Miko".

Strangely, as much as I thought that I'd be a nervous wreck, I was actually really chill. Kinda helped when the weather was at a cool 12 degrees then.

I ordered a flat white (as I learnt to love it in NZ), and started browsing instagram.

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Half-an-hour seemed take an eternity, but I received a message from her on instagram saying that she had arrived. I told her that I was already inside and to come in.

When she walked it, my mind was blown. She was wearing a nice chic orangey red vest (like the Uniqlo Ultra Light Down jackets) with a white shirt and jeans(?) and her hair was tied in a really nice bun. With a really mischievous grin, she said "HIIII" or "Hello!". It's a little hard to remember now.

We talked a lot, about life in Auckland, Singapore, Vietnam. Her work, her family... I got to know her quite well. We ordered some food and we shared some of the portions with each other. I couldn't finish the sausage and mash I ordered (it tasted awful).

After that we walked around in the garden. I really wanted to spend my time admiring the flowers while talking to her, but she was a surprisingly fast walker. We chatted a lot more on topics I can't remember, and despite the fast walk, I really enjoyed our conversation.

She then mentioned that she had actually came with her landlord, Maria(?), and her kid to the park. And she wanted to send them home because her landlord's kid, Theo, had to eat lunch. We left the garden shortly in her landlord's car. She was driving me to her place!

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She drove up to the driveway and immediately 3 huge dogs came up to the gate. Maria immediately exited car, both Anna and Maria were conversing in Vietnamese. The dogs had escaped and were gleefully wagging their tails at the gates.

It took awhile, but the dogs were eventually herded back into where they were supposed to be. I was also invited into the house. I played awhile with Theo while Anna decided on what to do.

I mentioned that I had to get to Waiheke after this and Maria suggested that Anna take me to the docks.

And to the docks we went.

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When we arrived at the docks, we walked around and talked more about stuff with other. It was a nice breezy weather, and I really enjoyed the conversation that I was having with her. I cannot remember what we talked about, all I knew was that I was having a lot of fun.

We found the service counter serving the ferries to Waiheke and I bought tickets. Then we left to the nearby supermarket and bought some ice cream. We both bought mixed berry ice cream, on hindsight I wish I took a different flavour.

Eventually, we sat on the bench with the other people waiting for ferries. Then as quickly as it began, the date had come to an end. She gave me a hug and we said our good byes.

I really hope to see her again, but that was the last time I saw her.

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I really thought we were vibing pretty well, but I guess she was just being friendly.

Girls are scary aren't they? I really tricked myself into believing that we might have a thing going on. But alas, it was all a delusion.

In all positivity, I told myself that it was a great experience. She was the person I ever asked socials from, and the first person I dated whom I had entirely zero connections with. I was truly surprised with myself in New Zealand.

I really did like you Anna, thank you for spending time with me.

ciaos

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