#Pumpkin x Scarlet x Purple

[naffeclipse]

Charm Brought It Back Pt. 5

Reader x Witches!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

Commission Info

Ah, here we are! The last chapter in the Hocus Pocus AU by @jackofallrabbits and me! Once more, I'm honored and thrilled to have @deliasmilkshake's cover art for the finale! I can't say how grateful I am for everyone's support and lovely comments on this little series! There's a wedding to attend, so let's get to it <3

Content Warning: Suggestive themes, heavy kissing, and heavy touching.

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The coolness of the woody air, cut away from the hot and claustrophobic space of the crowded gymnasium overflowing with celebration, brushes over your skin. Half-bare in your ruined sweater, you shiver. Eclipse eases you with a soft sound. His fingertips slip under your sweater and trace over your back to soothe the goosebumps prickling your flesh. Leaning deeper into him, you clutch him tightly in your arms.

You’ve never held someone so close before.

If you don’t open your eyes now, you’ll never believe this is real. The witches. The curses. The ceremony. All of it will be a dream on one cold October night while you lie in bed alone.

So you do. Little by little, you lift your cheek from his chest and tilt your head back, and behold the unnatural man, come back from the dead, who awaits your vows. His eyes glimmer gently in rich golden hues. The sharp cuts of his sun rays remind you of the encroaching sunrise, and you realize the sky is losing its stars as the black dillutes into a dawn of dark gray.

“We will have the ceremony here.” Eclipse inclines his head around you. “It may be simple, but it is only for the time being. When there is no urgency, we will celebrate properly with food and wine and the most beautiful altar. It will be to your heart’s desire, little comet.”

You look around to find what he describes as simple, and balk softly. You are not in the high school gym set in town but a clearing filled with half-dead vines twisting around the bare ground set amid shadowy trees with whispering boughs and the last of autumn’s leaves. The starlight barely reaches you. Dozens of round, orange pumpkins litter the ground around your feet. In the center of the pumpkin patch is a beautiful black wood tree with thick, bark-cracked limbs reaching high with a canopy of bright red and yellow leaves to serve as your altar. 

Behind you, smoke not unlike from the party Eclipse just whisked you away from swirls and recedes further back into the cold night, unveiling Sun and Moon. They stand tall and expectant, their hands filled with silvery threads like spider gossamer and the veil of a bride. Sun’s yellow sun rays catch your eyes like a peacock fanning its tail. Moon’s hood lays quietly over his head and casts a calm shadow over the scarlet of his eyes. The weight of their gazes fall over you.

They are here for you too. The twitch in your limbs answers to the anticipation overflowing from your core.

You breathe in deeply. There are two people missing. Turning back to Eclipse, your lips poised to ask about your friends and how the brothers might intend to shuck their curses from them, when the smoke behind Sun and Moon continues to dissolve before it reveals just the ones heavy on your mind. 

Michael and Vanessa. 

Confusion crosses Michael’s undead face. Purple flesh upon his brow shoots up in alarm before his gaze finds you in the arms of the eldest witch. At his feet, the white rabbit raises her ears high. Vanessa’s green eyes pierce you with alarm and fright most unspeakable. 

Your heart aches at the sight of them so drenched in dark magic. Reaching out a hand in a placating motion, you start to call out to them.

“Don’t!” Michael shouts overrules yours, as fierce and protective as he has been all through the night. He charges forward. “Get away from—”

Magic spills from Sun’s and Moon’s lips in a twining harmony. Their gazes are steel while their voices lift and multiply, filling the air with gales of hot and cold air before the old leaves on the pumpkin vines shudder. Creaking and crawling across the dirt, the dark green tendrils come to life and snatch Michael’s ankles, stopping him short as he struggles to remain balanced. 

Vanessa bounds towards you. Her small body leaps over pumpkins and scurries around snares of pumpkin tendrils. She dodges a snaring vine before a second, hidden one snatches her, twisting her small little form into its clutches and holding her a few inches above the ground. Her feet kick out. Her entire body struggles as she tries violently to free herself but to no avail.

“Don’t hurt them.” You clutch Eclipse’s cloak until your knuckles turn white. Pleading with your entire being, you find his gaze. “Please. They’re my friends.”

A dryness infiltrates your mouth. Will they be better than what the villagers and witch hunters feared them to be? Can you ask them to be good for you? Your core burns with yearning, the hope of a brighter day filled with peace and joy, not more darkness. Not more pain and fear.

You don’t want to lose them.

Eclipse gently covers your fists and soothes them out until your palms relax against his chest.

“They won’t be harmed,” Eclipse nods towards his brothers. His sonorous voice lowers. “Sun and Moon understand your conditions. We have brought your friends here to give you our gifts, and to ensure there are no more interruptions.”

You nod shakily. A feeble tremble lingers throughout you, raking through your fingers and along your jawline. Your witch suitors have proven again and again their capabilities for wickedness and they continue to chase it through the midnight hours, but not here. They stand still, at your service. How they terrify you. How they enchant you.

Every single night you dreamt of someone to love, someone who would keep you warm and chase away the loneliness. 

Have you found them or are you a love-sick fool still reaching for something that is not yours? 

“Run, get away from here!” Michael struggles against the vines rooting him in place. Leaves twine tighter around his corpse-like body, forcing him to his knees and leaving him bound from his ankles all the way to his shoulders, wrapped up like a cruel gift.

One glower from Sun sends one last pumpkin vine around Michael’s flesh-rotten mouth and gags him.

Vanessa twists and writhes. Her small rabbit body struggles in the grasp of the vine snare and she sinks her teeth into it, attempting to chew through the restraint while her wide, desperate eyes flash to you.

“It’s okay,” you say softly. “Stop struggling. It’s going to be okay. Please, trust me.”

Michael stops fighting. A fear and anger so raw fills his gaze as Sun and Moon step after you. His fists clench as his jawbone wiggles, but his muffle words die behind the vine covering his teeth.

A strong sound jumps from Vanessa, caught between an animalistic cry and a human sob. She looks at you. Her wide eyes shine with dread.

Eclipse takes you by the shoulders, his eyes burning low as he turns you away from the fear of your friends. You keep your eyes on both of them.

“It’s okay,” you whisper again.

“Come, come, little comet.” Eclipse recaptures your attention with a finger hooking under your chin. “The hour is nigh. Sunrise is too near for us to wait any longer.”

“I know.” Your pulse swells in your ears, beating within you like a drum to a dance that’s too fast-paced for your feet to keep up with.

Your eyes stray from his somber expression to the black tree. Between the red and yellow leaves are dozens of spiderwebs, glimmering softly like silk streamers just for the ceremony. Gently, Eclipse releases you to stand back as Sun and Moon slip around you from both sides. 

“My poppet,” Sun’s voice is sensual and warm. “Allow me to dress you in spider gossamer for this fine occasion.”

You slowly dip your head, all too confused but too uncertain to stop him as he draws out threads of silvery silk. He gently lays them upon your shoulders. His pale eyes swim with passion. A gentle murmur of magic flows from his lips, and you become enveloped in a light and cool cascade of fabric softer than rain and lighter than feathers. You look down at yourself. 

Catching the fading shimmer of magic, you are now draped in an elegant but simple silver gown. A high neck collars you with big, flowing sleeves which cinch at your wrists with thick embroidery. The skirt falls in an A-shape and flows softly in the gentle wind of the night around your feet, almost brushing the dirt.

Your wedding attire. You touch the skirt with a delicate hand as if it may fall apart like a cobweb brushed away, but instead, you watch in silent marvel at the rippling, silk-like glimmer of the cloth.

Strangely, Sun possesses your clothes in his arms now. Your mind spins with questions but you are learning all too well that the answer is magic. With a smirk, he tosses aside the holey sweater and your dirt-stained jeans. The clothes land on the shell of a large, orange pumpkin.

“Beautiful,” Sun lowers his head in pleasure, his hand at his chest and his other arm held out in a formal bow to you. “Never was there a more lovely bride for three brothers.”

You blush fiercely. 

“It is beautiful,” you admit, clutching a fistful of the skirt. You lift it and wave it back and forth once to watch it glimmer again.

“I’m not speaking of the dress, sunshine.” Sun straightens with a grin so devious, you must wonder again if you’re giving up your soul in such a ceremony.

A cool touch falls upon your hand. Claws curl carefully over your wrist. Dropping the skirt, you twist upon your feet to face Moon.

“A veil for you.” He holds it in his other hand. The delicate and sheer gossamer flows like silver water. “Lower your head. I will crown you in it.”

You bow slightly. Moon sweeps your hair back with his cool, careful fingertips and pins the veil upon your skull like a tiara. The soft, celestial fabric falls down around you. Blinking, you stare in awe at yourself, shrouded in majestic silver. 

Moon gazes at you softly. His eyes fall from your hair and he reclaims your palm for a moment to behold you entirely.

“Exquisite.” He bows his head over your hand. “I dreamt of you since Eclipse first told us what he found in his bone scrying. I have waited for you all this time, my snowflower.”

A tremble falls over your bottom lip—not of fear, though there is still an anxious sparking within your nerves. You are washed away in his sincerity. The true intentions of a lover.

You have no words, and instead, gently squeeze his hand.

“May I add one last touch,” Eclipse says. He steps forward.

You lift your head to him as his gaze glows gently in the darkness like twin stars which circle you as his brothers step back. Eclipse sets his hand on your shoulder. Your breath slows as his touch traces your collarbone and falls down your side. You almost sway under his hand holding your hip before he sinks onto one knee to trail his palm along your thigh and all the way to your calf, touching your gown all the way down.

He speaks a gentle spell. You dare not move an inch as a gentle pulse, milky and starlight-like, falls over the cloth. You burn in the darkness like a candle. The gown stands out against the darkness like a comet streaking through the night sky.

“Oh,” is all you can say as you look down at yourself. There are no words which can contain the magnitude of what you feel towards the beauty and thought of their wedding attire for you. Though Sun, Moon, and Eclipse spark and snap like flames with their wide eyes and tall statures, you twinkle bright.

Emotion cakes your throat. Thickly, you swallow it back. 

“A little starlight.” Eclipse smiles, his eyes burning sweetly. “For you are our equal, our partner, our bride.”

You don’t feel powerful. You don’t feel important enough to be involved in magic and ceremonies and love, yet here you stand, swathed in their adoration and gifts. You take hold of your skirt once more.

“Let us begin the ceremony,” Eclipse says softly. He takes your elbow and arm in arm, he walks you through a footpath worn through the pumpkin patch to the black tree, gnarled but beautiful. A most befitting altar. 

Taking your other arm is Sun, sliding close to you with a simmering smile so close to you, you wonder if the slight heat brushing against your cheek is from his presence or the blood rush in your face. Behind you, like a pale shadow, Moon tenderly takes your skirt and follows close behind, keeping the beautiful fabric from gathering dust and pumpkin fronds.

And so you go to your wedding altar.

In times before, marriage served to form alliances between families. Parents arranged such contracts for children to benefit both parties. Most couples didn’t and couldn’t marry for love, rather they were bound for purely economic liaisons.

How beautiful is it that you could arrange yourself into a marriage most lovely?

Your grooms stop at the black tree. Eclipse slips away from your hand, and you look to him in confusion, fearing where he might wander away to. The elder witch grins as he simply looks at his brother. Sun’s hand lingers on your arm, trailing down to your wrist before he steps back, still beaming, still eager, but patient.

You turn slowly under the dusting of moonlight to face Moon. A swell rises in your heart, crashing through you until you’re sticky with emotion. His expression is soft and sweet like milk and honey. He gathers your hands between his own. Looking down, Moon draws the pads of his thumbs softly over your knuckles as if wishing to memorize the bone structure of your much smaller hands.

There is no time at all, but you keep the quiet with him, studying his mild countenance. His breaths are deep and even. A gentle scent of something late and herbal laces him, and you’re taken back to the mausoleum where he tasted you.

His eyes lift. The scarlet gleam holds you tender.

“Do you take me to be your husband?” His voice is gentle in its rasp. His eyes never leave you, drinking you in like wine. “My love is yours, for time and all eternity. I will honor you dearly, little mouse.”

A soft sound catches in your throat, somewhere between a chuckle and a weeping sound. You thought joy would be without tears, but you stand, clutching his claws tightly in your fists to steady yourself.

“I do.” The moonlight brightens as the words leave your lips. You watch in silent awe as the silver glow of the night dances over you both, and you taste midnight upon your tongue as Moon smiles.

He carefully takes your veil and lifts it over your head, allowing the silver threads to fall down your back. He leans in gently. In the way the tide is tugged by the lunar celestial body, you meet him in the small space between your bodies. The witch’s kiss presses to your mouth in a gentle yearning, pushing and pulling so long as you follow in time. You fall into him. Deepening the kiss, Moon cradles your lips against the white curve of his fangs. You sigh contently as you lose your breath in his presence, starstruck.

He releases you, though only your mouth. His hands clasp yours tightly and he softly caresses the back of your hands. Tied along his wrists are deep blue ribbons. Bells jangle softly underneath.

“I will keep you unto me forevermore.” Moon traces your digits with his claw. The soft glow of his gaze fills you with his sincerity.

You sink into his words like a pool of silver. You nod deeply.

“I will cherish you,” you promise in a trembling, choked voice. The power of the engagement drapes over you, pressing upon you the great importance of this entanglement.

“Breathe, little mouse.” He smiles. “I will keep you safe.”

You laugh quietly, too overwhelmed for words but your happiness seeps through all the same.

He kisses you once more before he lifts his head high. Following his gaze, you find Vanessa has stopped fighting. Her little rabbit nose twitches fast, afraid.

Moon offers a spell, deep and cool but releasing. His voice overlaps. A scent of sharp, pungent herbs swirls on the night breeze before he nods his head once more. Your old clothes fly off of the pumpkin they were resting on, and fall onto Vanessa still tangled in the pumpkin vines. 

A moment later, in a shrouded flash of light, vines snap and clothes stretch, and there is a woman where there was once a rabbit.

Vanessa, thankfully, wears your sweater and jeans. Her green eyes fit much better in her human face as she kneels upon the ground and lifts her hands. Long blonde hair falls down around her shoulders. Slowly, she turns over her palm and clenches her fingers. No longer trapped, she gazes up at you.

Shock shines in her eyes, but her lips form soft awe.

“Vanessa,” you smile breathlessly. Whirling back, you kiss Moon once to his slight shock. “Thank you.”

“I will answer to your every desire,” he murmurs, then releases you. 

Moon slips back from you. Before you can think of reaching for him, Sun takes you into his arms. You gasp softly at the warmth of his embrace surrounding you like you were basking near an open fire.

“Sunshine, I was beginning to fear you’ve forgotten about me.” He takes you carefully, slipping your feet onto his as he begins to spin you slowly, like a star tailspinning through the atmosphere. “You could never, could you? Not when I still vye for your kiss—and now, your vows returned.”

You hold onto his shoulders. Carefully underneath the gnarled limbs of the black tree, Sun waltzes you to an unsung song. He hums slowly with a gentle rumble in his chest. His eyes upon you are hungry in the way a candle flame clings to a wick, desperate to devour but unable to spread like a wildfire. 

“No, I couldn’t forget you, Sun,” you whisper. He has left you dizzy and stunned, racing with you upon his broom and then pinning you underneath him upon a bed. There is too much you marvel about him to forget.

He twirls you gently, the moonlight blurring around you between earth and sky before he recaptures you. The threat of dawn seems so close and yet so far away from this wild pumpkin patch.

“That is all I can ask, though you must know, I want more of you.” His grin is wide but honest. How could you expect anything less from the one who has coveted you so zealously? 

His hand rests on the small of your back. Pulling you flush against him, he holds you for one breathless moment, caught like two figurines in the apex of a lovers’ dance. 

“Do you take me to be your husband?” His voice is steady, without flirtations or sultry suggestions. An honest question from a witch. “You have simply enchanted me, dove. I am at your mercy. I am at your service. And if you will, your bedside, your mornings, and your sunsets.”

Your eyelids flutter. A gentle push of tears make their way past your eyes, and you hold his wide, pale gaze. He searches your face with held breath. He clutches your hand and presses it to his chest, bared open to you. The bells tied to the dark red ribbons on his wrists jingle softly. 

“I do.” You speak with the gentleness of certainty. The leaves overhead ruffle with a breeze that is far more fitting for summer than an incoming winter. Pressed so close, you fear he must know how your heart trembles in the wonder of knowing that he loves you, and you love him. 

His expression erupts in sheer, unadulterated joy. He spins you once more, dancing as if he were walking on air before he dips you low. You intake a deep breath as he holds you above the pumpkin patch. His grin fills your entire vision as his fingers press softly into your dress. He wastes not a moment to crush your mouth in a kiss. 

His hunger and eagerness leaves you breathless as he takes and takes before he gives just as much in return. You are captured within his affection. He is smooth and practiced, and you almost feel self conscious, but gently, he leads you. He guides your lips and teases you with his teeth. Even his tongue brushes the inside of your mouth before he softens it to a trickle after the flood of his expression. You taste a sweetness that slips down your throat like honey.

Gently, he brings you back up on your feet, though he does not release you. He kisses you again, greedily taking more. You are putty in his hands, molded by his mouth as if you were a honeycomb caught between teeth. 

“Sunny,” Eclipse murmurs once in gentle warning.

Sun draws back reluctantly as if being torn from water after days in the desert. You gasp softly, your shoulders rising and falling after the rush of his love. 

“I have devoted myself to you, my poppet,” he whispers into your ear as you rest against his chest. “My love is yours and yours alone.”

“Oh, Sun,” you clutch his shoulders tighter. “I will adore you for the rest of my days.”

“I know, sunshine.” He grins but softly kisses your cheek once in a strangely rare but precious, chaste gesture. “But I must share you or else I will keep you all night.”

He straightens, his arms still encircling you. Pale eyes sweep back and you eagerly look at Michael. He’s stopped fighting as well, no longer thrashing but watching with a strange, conflicted crinkle of his brow. Vanessa kneels close by, unmoving, still staring at her legs and arms and touching her hair. 

Your entire body aches for Michael. The curse stains his flesh and twists him into a silver-screen monster. 

Sun breathes a spell. His voice fills the air in unearthly chants that sweep over the ground and whirl the leaves on the pumpkin vines. They slowly crawl back, releasing Michael just as the same bright flash of energy and power takes hold of your dear friend.

The purple corpse recedes back and unveils the man underneath. Michael’s hair returns to its warmer shade of brown. His eyes blink and his corenas return white while his irises take hold with light and life. Rotten flesh returns to a rich tan color. His torn clothes refill with his healthy size and strength. 

He clenches and unclenches his fists. Slowly, he stumbles forward. Vanessa helps catch him before he folds entirely after being freed from the witches’ curse. 

You startle—is his leg still broken? Vanessa, however, stabilizes Michael, coaxing him to sit beside her. He folds his legs with natural ease—healed and whole.

“Michael, you’re alright,” you breathe, clutching Sun together.

He gives you a nod though in a slight daze. He opens his mouth but then decides against whatever he was going to say.

“Thank you.” You turn to Sun. “Thank you for sparing him.”

“Anything for our bride,” he simpers. With a great sigh, however, he lets go of you, his fingertips trailing over your sides before falling back beside Moon.

Under the black tree, Eclipse stands, patient but enduring.

You face him. He lifts his head but remains humble and composed before gently approaching. The light of a new day is beginning to change from deep gray to a burning orange leaking rosy pink at the edges. The sunrise is as terrifying as it is promising.

Eclipse opens his arms to you. Without hesitation, you enter his embrace as his hand finds your cheek. Tied tight around his wrist is a black ribbon with golden bells. His claws rest delicately on your hip over the silky soft fabric of your gown. Lightly, his thumb caresses your cheek. The gold of his gaze falls over you, gentle as the night. 

“Little comet,” he says, steady despite the impending light threatening to take away all. Yet, he takes his time, tasting his words before giving them to you. “Do you take me to be your husband? I have waited—”

In a heart rush, you utter, “I do.”

Eclipse stares, eyes wide. His red sun rays catch the first glance of daylight, brightening his vision as if a spotlight fell upon him. He looks towards the horizon as you do. You squint slightly against the brightness.

Lifting his hand from your face, he watches the black ribbon and bells dissolve into dark smoke, then nothing. Sun and Moon turn their wrists as the respectful dark red and deep blue ribbons fall away from them as if burned and leave not a wisp behind. 

You take Eclipse’s hand and draw it closer to you, gently kissing his knuckles before smiling.

“You’re free. You’re all free.” You flush deeply as you look to Sun and Moon and their gazes of content awe. “My husbands.”

A soft, strange sound leaves Eclipse. A breath caught between wonder and something deeper, something roiling with adoration. His gaze falls back to you, and again, he touches your cheek. 

“I did not finish my vows to you.” He cradles your face close in his palms, leaning closer as your eyes lock. “I swear to you happiness, protection, and my unending love. From this day on, you will always be warm. You will always have my hand to hold. You will never fear the darkness for I will be with you.”

He pauses, his grin spreading wide. He looks at you as if you were a dream. A living, breathing vision. 

“We are eternally bound to you, our spouse.” Eclipse leans in close. “Say my name, once more.”

Your eyelids slip close for one precious moment, warmed by the brilliant light, and the touch of Eclipse’s hands cradling you as if you were delicate. 

“Eclipse,” you whisper.

His grin is beautiful and lovely. You start as you feel a second pair of arms surround you. Sweeping you off your feet, Eclipse lifts you into his embrace. This close, he smells of gentle spice and musk. 

He strokes your cheek once before closing the distance between your lips. You feel his hunger in the echo of your own—the want to devour but gently, he tastes you. A soft whine catches in the back of your throat. Melting under his warmth, he invades you gently and his tongue brushes against your own. His kiss takes you under, and you drop breathlessly into his grasp.

He pulls and takes in soft, sweet motions. Rhythmic and powerful, he tastes you until you fear you might fall once more. But he will catch you. This much you are certain.

He pulls back gently, kissing you one last time as if in need of the strength it gives him, before his honeyed gaze settles on you.

“Your freckles are beautiful, like the stars upon the night sky,” he says. He kisses the right side of your face, then glides to the left and lingers there a moment. “You are truly staying with us, my little comet.”

You blush, and cling to him. Your hands, however, are gently tugged. You look away from Eclipse to find Moon curling his claws under your digits and lifting your hand sweetly to his mouth. Eclipse shifts you gently in his arms to rest you against his back while keeping you cradled like a bride on her wedding night—you suppose you are such a bride, Sun’s hand traces from your shoulder down your arm until he captures your hand. There, he kisses your knuckles slowly. You close your eyes, bubbling in the blissful sunlight as your husbands adore you.

A kiss like the brush of a moth wing touches your head. Eclipse hums gently against you. You make a soft, sweet sound at their tender affection.

“My husbands,” you say, then laugh a little, beaming at their gentle looks. “I’m going to have to get used to saying that.”

“You will,” Sun purrs, “And there’s so much time for us to grow used to our lovely spouse.”

“So much time,” Moon rasps gently, “You must be exhausted.” He kisses your fingertips until you shiver and blush.

“Perhaps we should take our bride home,” Eclipse suggests gently. “You can sleep in our bed and rest, and when you wake, we’ll celebrate more.”

You stir at the thought. You won’t drive back to your tiny apartment. No, instead you will stay here with your husbands, and the bed you will sleep in will be warm and filled with their bodies. 

You won’t wake up alone.

“I’d like that.” You squeeze Sun’s and Moon’s hands and turn your head back to gaze at Eclipse with a fond smile.

A quiet voice says your name. You turn your head, stunned to find Michael and Vanessa stepping towards you. Vanessa supports Michael’s arm around her shoulders as his strength seems to wane. Their eyes are mirrors of witch hunters from long ago as they behold the brothers holding their virgin bride.

Claws tighten around you. Moon flashes his sharp teeth as Sun lifts his chin high, looking down at the pair with disdain. The arms holding you off the ground squeeze in the slightest until you wriggle. Eclipse nearly keeps you away, but gingerly, he sets you back on your feet.

Michael holds your gaze, his brow crinkled in concern but restored to his natural health. 

“Are you really staying with them?” he asks quietly, his gaze darting sharply to the witches.

You smile at the slight shifting around you. The drape of Moon’s cloak almost falls over your shoulder as he takes your hand close and caresses your arm. A murmur of wishing to return them both to rabbits falls from Sun’s lips, but he merely interlocks his digits between your own. Behind you, Eclipse draws a tender hand down your back, feeling the ridges of your spine through the delicate fabric of your gown. 

“I love them.” You look at your husbands. Their faces brighten, their touches softening upon you. “I’m staying.”

“What do we do now?” Vanessa asks. Her face looks lost, and you imagined after a few centuries of only guarding the starry candle, she must be. 

You muse for a moment, and survey your husbands with a careful air. “Is your home now my home?”

“Of course,” Eclipse answers without hesitation. “Everything that is ours is yours.”

“Then I may invite my friends inside?”

Sun and Moon exchange a glance, Sun more annoyed than Moon’s mild surprise, but they both incline their heads.

“If that is your wish,” Moon gives gently.

“It is.” You squeeze their palms. “We can start a proper home, and we can learn how to forgive.”

“Forgive?” Vanessa balks. 

“Yes.” You look at her as the bright light of day touches her face. Her eyes are truly green and sharp like cut emeralds. “Let’s get out of this pumpkin patch and go home and rest. Then we can make peace.”

Michael looks down at Vanessa. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, unlike my ancestor.” His brow is set firm. To your awe, Michael does not tremble with rage or the need to fight again. Perhaps the witches are beginning to prove themselves, and Michael will give them a chance. Just one chance.

“Very well then, my poppet.” Sun turns to you and kisses you in a sudden burst of heat and passion before he releases you. Stunned, you almost sway but Eclipse wraps an arm around your waist. Sun gestures with his free arm in an open invitation. “Enter our humble abode. You are our spouse’s guests, which means you are ours.”

Vanessa glares at him. Her foot falls down on a withered vine and it cracks. 

“Charming as ever, Vanessa.” Sun flashes his teeth in a grin.

“Sun,” you chastise. 

He rubs your wrist, half apologetic. 

“I will make soup.” Moon muses. “My cauldron pot is where I left it, I hope.”

The heaviness in the air reminds you that the night has been long, and you are dreadfully exhausted. Vanessa and Michael barely hold themselves upright, but they lean on each other.

“Excellent.” Eclipse waves his hand. Smoke seeps up from the ground, swirling around your feet before you close your eyes, and lean into the pillars of your husbands for support. 

The air changes. A slight breeze, warm for October, encircles you. You inhale a gentle scent of rich earth and dust. When you open your eyes again, the brothers’ home is standing before you, same as it ever was, but entirely changed. 

Perhaps it’s only you who has changed, now hanging on to the witches. 

Michael and Vanessa are just behind you and the witches, standing on the gravel outside of the home, disgruntled about the change of scenery or perhaps the use of magic, but you hope they’ll see the possibility of goodness within the brothers as you have.

Eclipse’s hand slips under your chin to lift your head back. His expression warms with the bright new day. Sun kisses your fingertips until you shiver in delight. Moon turns your palm over to reach the delicate lines of veins along your wrist, and presses his lips to your pulse.

“We are home,” Eclipse says. He kisses the top of your head.

You are home with your husbands.

[macfrog]

if patrick bateman were a woman

cowboy like me [bonus chapter]

surprise!! happy halloween!!!! may your day be spooky and your sex be filthy. here's a bonus chapter of clm to celebrate. love y'all !!! despite being cowboy joel and his reader, this is not canon. does not happen in the cowboy like me series. i wish. it's just a little bit of spooky szn fun with my two favorite star-crossed lovers. !!!

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: sarah throws a halloween party. you and joel have a little too much fun.

warnings: as pwp as a macfrog fic can get, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), lil bit titty appreciation, a singular daddy mention, a single slice of degradation, but also praise kink, unprotected piv sex, creampie, it's set on halloween, alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 4k

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Ice, pretzels, lime juice. Ice, pretzels, lime juice.

I’m giving you one job. Ice, pretzels, lime juice. That’s it.

That sounds like three jobs, you’d said.

Sarah ignored you. Be here at seven, alright? Ice – pretzels – lime juice!

It’s seven thirty. You’re finally on her front porch. The tiny section of bare skin between your stockings and black skirt is pimpled with goosebumps. With each inhale you suck in the sickly-sweet scent of fake blood, splattered across your face. You have a bag of ice slung over one arm, a bag of pretzels balanced on top, a bottle of juice hanging from your fingers and an axe under your elbow.

Only – it’s not lime juice. And the axe is plastic.

Sarah opens the door and spots your blunder instantly. “That’s lemon.”

“I know. They didn’t have any lime.”

“They didn’t have any lime? Where the hell did you go?”

“It’s Halloween, Sarah. Everybody and their fucking grandma is drinking tonight. Lemon tastes the exact –”

“Ah!” She holds a finger up. Her red cape flutters in the breeze. “It does not taste the same. Otherwise, why would it be two separate things?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman,” you drone, “mind letting me in? I’m fucking freezing.”

She scoffs, and steps aside. Mutters, “’s not the same thing,” as you pass.

You click down the hall, head rolling to check out her decorating. The living room and kitchen are lit by constellations of tiny tealights, flickering and blinking and casting tall, warped shadows across the walls. There’s a purple neon sign sat against the wall that reads Spooky. By the fireplace sit the two pumpkins she and her boyfriend carved last night; she’d sent you photos and asked you to pick a winner. When you chose the Iron Man head over the silhouette of Tinkerbell, she sent back a middle finger emoji.

Y: It’s cleaner cut. What do you expect? Shoddy work, Miller.

S: asshole.

Sarah’s slotting the ice into the freezer. Struggling, by the sound of it. You swing back into the kitchen to find Wonder Woman on her ass, hammering her fist against the frozen pack to fit it in.

You’re about to offer help, when someone else does it for you. Someone lower, gravellier. A voice like thunder in the distance, a storm approaching.

“You need a hand?” he asks, and when you turn, you almost drop your fucking axe.

He glances to you as he emerges from the dark hallway, the warm glow licking at his graying flicks of hair, nestling in the deep-set lines on his face. His eyes dart down to where your fingers now clutch the plastic handle, holding it against the hem of your skirt like it’ll do anything to cover your modesty.

Your modesty, meaning – the line of sexy black lace curling around your thighs, snug against the supple skin.

What the fuck are you doing here? you mouth, as Joel paces across the kitchen towards his daughter.

He shrugs, palms outstretched. It’s my house?

You roll your eyes, run your tongue like lightning across your scarlet lips. Sarah straightens up, huffs hair from her face and stares blankly at Joel.

He bends, takes the entire bag in one huge palm, and reorganizes the drawer with the other. Your eye drifts to his bicep, flexing under the tight seam of a dark tee. The bag of ice cradled in his arm leaves weak little droplets, running down the tan skin to the crook of his elbow. You want to fucking lick them up, gather the frozen beads on your tongue, hike up up up to the curve of his shoulder, the crook of his neck, the –

“Hey.” Sarah clicks her fingers in front of your face. “You hearin’ me?”

“Huh? No, yeah. No. I wasn’t lis– What did you say?”

She sighs again. Joel groans as he pushes off his knee and stands tall behind her. Wipes the water from his arm with one swipe of his palm.

“Would you put these in a bowl?” his daughter asks, shoving the bag of pretzels into your suited chest. She shuffles off, announcing she’s going to pick a playlist for the night.

Suited is perhaps giving you too much credit. You’re in a mini skirt and waistcoat, a red tie slung loose around your neck. You’ve a clear poncho draped over your shoulders, but with the heat from the million and one fucking candles – and the flush that the forty-something-year-old with his wide frame and fitted sweatpants and toned chest and his big fucking hands has cast over you – it’ll soon be discarded to the newel post.

But when you reach up for the bowl on the top shelf of the cabinet, pushing forward with a palm on the countertop, the marble digging into your pelvis and forcing your ass to jut out – you think yourself pretty fucking smug to be in a skirt that hugs your cheeks and not much else.

You turn, the lip of the bowl in your fingers, and smile sweetly at Joel, whose gaze returns north as you approach him.

“You got nothin’ better to do with your night than babysit a bunch of twenty-five-year-olds?” you murmur, spilling the bag into the blue bowl. You place a pretzel on your tongue, humming at the taste.

Joel smiles, popping the cap off his beer. He spills the amber liquid into his mouth. “I’ll be in my room.”

Your eyebrows lift. “That so? You need any company in there?”

“Nope. Rangers game is on. I’ll be busy.”

The words ghost across your lips. You’ll be busy, you breathe. Joel nods. Then looks you up and down.

“American Psycho?”

“What?”

He flicks his wrist up and down your figure. “What’s his name, again? Pat–”

“Patrick Bateman,” you say together. You nod.

“That’s the one.” Then he turns, leans his jaw nearer until his lips line with your ear. Your eyes shoot across to the empty doorway. Sarah’s skipping song after song in the living room.

Joel’s finger slips beneath the lace trim of your stockings, tugging gently. “I don’t remember ‘im in these, though,” he says, voice low.

You gulp. Swallow to push your heart back into place. “Well,” you glance down, lifting your thigh closer to him, “if he were a woman, he woulda dressed like this.”

“That’s somethin’ I’d like to see,” Joel murmurs, eyes locked on the place where lace separates from skin.

“Yeah?”

He nods. Growls, “Yeah.”

And then he’s walking away.

Within an hour, the house is jumping. Literally. Almost.

You sit at the kitchen island, sipping on a beer, staring down the hall at the sea of bodies – of nylon and polyester, of purples and oranges, of headbands and props and cloaks and hats. There are a lot more than forty people here – a lot more than Sarah intended to turn up.

A lot more than you know, too. She’s barely even four years younger than you, but most of these kids look like they just walked out of middle school. Of the handful of faces you recognize, one is sat opposite you, his arm draped over Sarah’s shoulder, her hand locked in his. She and Ty have been dating for a year now, surviving long-distance when she jets back off to school every few months.

The other you know, unfortunately for you, is swaying by your side. Leaning a little too heavily into you. Asking you questions about college, and then talking over your answers to tell you stories about his college. Asking you questions about films you like, and then interrupting to gawk at the titles you reel off. The only times he doesn’t jump in over your answer, are the times he’s asking who you think might win in a fight between prime Mike Tyson and prime Muhammad Ali. And that’s only because you don’t have an answer to give him.

Jace. Ty’s best friend. Fucking – loser.

“And who the fuck are you s’posed to be, anyways?” he asks, slinging a heavy arm over your shoulder. He reeks of beer, warm and stale. His jaw’s swinging, cheeks popping and suckling on a shriveled piece of gum.

You scowl, shrugging the uncomfortable weight from the nape of your neck. “Patrick Bateman,” you mutter.

“Who?”

“Christian Bale. You know, when he –” Sarah mimes lifting an axe over her shoulder, takes a swing through the air, across the island to Jace.

“No fucking idea,” he says, shaking his head. You’re not surprised.

“Where’s your axe?” Ty asks, as Sarah nuzzles back into his side.

You shrug. “Saw someone using it to stir the punch earlier. ‘s probably in the toilet or something.”

He laughs, flashing his dimpled cheeks. He’s got glistening eyes beneath long, black eyelashes. He’s handsome. Sharp jaw, full lips. Sarah links her fingers at his side, plants her cheek against his shoulder. She’s comfortable. She’s safe. Your chest warms at the sight.

He squeezes her arm, and they share a meaningful glance before there’s a yell from across the kitchen, and their attention is diverted.

When they turn to watch two of Sarah’s high school friends sword-fighting, wielding a plastic lightsaber and your axe, you slink off, swiping two beers from the fridge. Swift and silent, you scale the stairs and fade into the darkened hallway at the top, in pursuit of your own dark-eyed, sharp-jawed comfort.

The sliver of light at the end of the hall draws you in, footsteps silent along the soft carpet. Up here, tucked away in the corner of the house, far from the rattling music and rumble of boisterous chatter – you can hear the soft roar of a crowd, the crack of ball against bat.

Your hip nudges the door open, trickle of condensation running over your knuckles. Joel’s eyes are already on you. He’s laying on his bed, legs outstretched, knee cocked. One arm lies idly on his thigh. You get the feeling he shifted it quickly when he saw the door move.

He balances his chin on the end of the remote, purses his lips and lifts his head. “Now,” he mumbles, “you’re s’posed to be downstairs.”

You shrug, holding the bottles up. “Thought you might need a top-up.”

His eyes thin. He sits up straight, swings his legs over the edge of the bed. You come to a stop between his knees, holding the beer down to him. He hums, taking it with his eyes locked on yours.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says, and his eyes begin to drift down.

You tilt your head back at the same time he does, lifting the lip of your own bottle. The cold drink washes over your tongue, bitter and blunt in its taste, leaving a furry feeling on your gums. When your chin lowers again, Joel’s hand is on the back of your thigh.

He’s staring at the two knolls between you – your breasts round, nipples peaking under the tight waistcoat.

“Welcome,” you reply, swirling the liquid around in the curved glass. Your voice is barely there. But he hears you, and he must hear the want laced deep through that one quiet word, because he instantly slides his beer onto his nightstand.

He curves both hands around your thighs, fingers lifting higher and higher between your legs until they’re crossing over lace and onto bare skin.

You shuffle forward, leaning your arms on his shoulders and propping your knees on the bed either side of his body. Your skirt rides up, exposing the shard of shocking red lace beneath the pinstripe material.

Joel sees it. Like it’s a rag and he’s a bull. It charges something deep inside him. Something that awakens beneath the thin line of fabric between your legs.

You can feel your pulse in your clit. Fluttering, fucking – hammering. Your cunt feels painfully empty, clenching around nothing. Joel’s palms surf across the tops of your thighs until his fingers are teetering along the hem of your skirt.

“Off,” he instructs, swatting the poncho away.

You shake it from your shoulders the same way you shook the blond downstairs off. Joel nods as the material crumples to the floor. He hooks a hand under your knee and yanks your body closer to his. You almost throw the beer bottle across his bed.

“J– fucking hell, my –”

“Shut up,” he clips, and grabs the beer from your grasp to deposit it alongside his own.

His hands find the tiny buttons of your waistcoat, fingers slip through the gaps between them where your skin peeks through. You can feel his hot breath on your chest. A wave of need washes over you, a desire from deep within your marrow to feel him everywhere. His breath, his tongue, his hands. All of him.

Your entire body weight rests on his shoulders, your fingers locking his shirt in two tight fists. Joel doesn’t seem to mind. Barely seems to notice. He pulls apart the first button, watches with a dark gaze as your breasts spill over. The second button pops open easily, and they bounce lower. When he unhooks the third, they drop into place, nipples pointed, welcoming him in between them.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he whispers as he leans in, mouth flattening against the smooth skin between them. “No bra or nothin’.”

“Knew you’d be here,” you reply, head rolling back as he licks a trail across to the darker flesh of your nipple. His lips close around it and he suckles gently. Your nails dig into his scalp.

He pushes the waistcoat over your shoulders and it drops to the carpet, pooled inside the shell of poncho. As soon as it falls, his hands begin the climb up the seam of your thigh, resting on the brush of red – where he feels the quickly dampening mark on the fabric.

“Thought as much,” he says, head cocking to watch your expression warp as he rubs slow circles into your clit. His voice is as soft as his touch, innocent almost, when he asks, “She like that?”

“Ye-ah,” you choke, leaning back.

“Yeah,” he agrees, and uses his other hand to fish beneath his sweatpants. He rubs himself under the gray cotton, watches as your fingers clutch at the waistband to tug it down, releasing him.

His heavy cock springs up between your bodies, dabs precome on the pointed tail of your tie. You giggle, loosening the knot and pulling the thin silk over your head. Your hands wrap around him, twisting and pumping and dragging the milky arousal from his slit down the smooth, warm skin. Joel’s breath catches when your thumbs swipe across his head.

His fingers slip behind your knees and pull them apart, pull them wider on the mattress. You lean forward, chest brushing against his parted lips, taking your panties in one hand and guiding him along your slit with the other.

You cover him in your arousal, the veined skin soon slick and pearlescent. His wide head slips between your opening, notching against your entrance and forcing the breath from your lungs.

His hands sit firmly on your waist, pushing down on your hips, pushing and pushing until he sinks snug into your cunt. When he pauses, his mouth agape and eyes stuck on the sight of his body connecting to yours, you whine.

“More,” you mewl, voice dripping with need, drizzling all over him.

“We gotta –”

“More.”

“Baby,” Joel says, voice flat but crumbling. “We gotta go slow. I’m gonna – You’re gonna make me come, dressed like that, if we go too quick.”

But fuck, you want to feel him. Want him to buck his hips and fill you in one go – fuck the pain. Fuck the discomfort, fuck the way your walls would clamp in a vice grip around him. You want him to fuck you. Want to be fucked so good that you have to time your moaning with the bassline of the music downstairs, unable to contain the sounds in your throat. Fucked so good that you waddle out of the room, that you fling yourself back onto the couch and wince in pain, a sharp memory of the breadth of him shooting between your legs.

Your hips circle, the heat of your cunt swirling around and around on his tip. He groans, hands tightening on your waist to hold you still.

“Stop it, darlin’,” he growls, the words clawing from between his teeth.

“F-fuck me, then,” you moan, curling your back to slowly edge down on him.

“Ask nicer.”

You smile, heavy lids falling closed. “Please?”

His hands roam around the curve of your ass. He starts to push again. “Nicer.”

Your mouth opens wider the further he slides into you. The more he claims of your body, the further you open for him, the warmer your welcome. Your head tips back, eyes tighten until you see stars. When you feel a weight around your neck, you flutter your lashes open, blink the cyan-colored sparkles from your vision.

Joel pulls your jaw back down to face him. Squeezes on your pulse, holding you between his middle finger and thumb.

“Nicer,” he demands.

You lean in, small hands linking around his thick wrist. “Fuck me, please, daddy,” you whisper.

And he smiles like a fucking devil. Eyes drawn black like ink. He pulls you in until your chin brushes against the rough bristle of his own, lines his bottom lip with yours.

Into your mouth, he asks, “You think you can take it, babygirl? Think it’ll fit?”

You nod desperately, anchoring yourself on his wrist. “Know it will.”

He’s only halfway in. Your heartbeat is thudding around your body, focusing hardest on your clit. Your hips move again, and Joel allows it, sitting back to watch as you sink down further.

“Go on,” he says, watching your body slowly attach to his, “’f you think you can do it. Be a big girl ‘n take it. Slow.”

Something caught between a laugh and a whimper drags between your painted lips – something dripping in desire, built from a need to prove yourself to him, to take all of him inside your body, to feel him in the deepest parts of yourself. You push on him, loosen his grip around your neck and flatten your palms on his chest. And you curve your back, pushing him deeper.

“’s my girl,” Joel says, quietly, as if to himself. “This what you wanted? Comin’ up here, dressed like that?”

Your teeth hold onto your bottom lip. “Like what?” you purr, leaning forward until your noses brush.

Joel tips his chin up, lips flush against yours. “Like a little fuckin’ slut.”

You laugh weakly, feeling him finally in his entirety. “Fuck.”

Joel’s hands take your waist, pushing you down until the pain sends bolts of lightning across your vision. The bruising feeling of his head against your cervix. The sweet stretch of your skin opening around his.

“Beggin’ for it, weren’t ya? ‘n now look, you can’t hardly take it.”

“I can take it,” you hiss back, bracing yourself on the mattress. Your hips lift, holding onto him, bouncing up and down steadily. “I can take it,” you repeat, like a mantra, like the only thing keeping you in the room still. The only thing reminding your body to keep moving.

Joel holds a palm steady against the bottom of your stomach, rubs his thumb delicately against your skin. “So deep, baby. ‘m so fuckin’ deep inside you. That feel nice?”

The meat of your ass slaps against the tops of his thighs. You’re quickening, eyes screwing shut. He feels so good. Fills you up so fucking good. Your legs start to loosen, knees weakening the more you fuck yourself on him. Your head drops between your shoulders when his thumb lowers, circles gently at your clit.

“Keep – keep doing that. Fuck, Joel – touch me. Keep touching me.”

“’boutta come, ain’t you?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“Yeah,” he says, “she’s about to come.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, hips rolling now, losing rhythm between the split of his cock inside you and the lull of his thumb on your clit. Your back arches, vision begins to blur. Your lungs close in on themselves as you give one final gasp to the ceiling, and let go.

Your walls clamp hard around him, and in one swift movement, your bodies are flipped. When you open your eyes again, you’re on your back, Joel’s figure towering over you.

“’attagirl,” he mutters, palms flat against the underside of your thighs. He pushes them flat, folding you in two, your knees resting by your shoulders. “So close, darlin’. Ain’t gonna last.”

You’re shaking your head, holding onto his neck, thighs trembling. “I – can’t, Joel.”

“Yeah, you can. You can,” he assures, dipping his head to place his lips on yours. Your mouth opens up for him, tongue falls against his own. It’s barely a kiss – you’re licking at one another, sure, but there’s nothing tender or gentle about it. Joel pulls away only to glance down and guide himself back inside you. “Gonna be my good girl, aren’t you? Gonna make me come.”

With one seamless thrust, he’s back inside you, pressing your legs harder against your torso. You whine, a blur of pain and pleasure mixing where he fucks you.

“Good girl,” he says, tongue skimming along his top lip. “Nice ‘n wide, that’s it.”

Your back arches into him, arms tighten around his neck, lips settle curved around his own. You’re moaning, his name releasing itself from your mouth in shots of breath. Joel takes your knee and hooks it over his shoulder, letting the other fall to his hip. The angle forces him deeper. Deeper and harder.

But he’s starting to jump. Bucking randomly. He’s panting your name, teeth grazing against your neck in attempt to hold on just a little longer, feel you squeeze him a little more.

“You’re close,” you slur.

“’m close,” he says.

“Gonna come in me –?”

“Baby –”

“– ’n send me – ah – back downstairs full of you? Runnin’ outta me?”

Joel’s head shakes. His eyes tighten. “Fuck, darlin’. Dirty fuckin’ mouth.”

“C’mon,” you beg, “give it to – m-me.”

His hips hammer against yours, punching against the edge of your cunt harshly. You sob out, nails digging into his shoulders, until he halts, and you feel the warmth of him spurting deep inside your body. Feel the way he tenses, empties, and stills.

Your head falls back against the mattress. Joel’s still nuzzled against your neck, breathing labored, lips soaking wet against your skin. You sift your fingers through his hair, combing through it as he comes to.

His chest rocks against yours. Feeling starts to sharpen again, the orgasmic haze starting to bleed into the past. The walls of the house thud with the music from downstairs. You feel the weight of his body on top of yours again.

“Up,” you groan, pushing on his shoulders.

Joel scoffs, pushing against the mattress and rolling over beside you. He slips out, his spend seeping out and spilling onto your thigh.

Your fingers intertwine with his by your side, your nails scrawling into his knuckles.

“I miss you, when you ain’t around,” Joel whispers, glossy eyes blinking at the ceiling. “I’m bored up here.”

You roll onto your side, run your fingers over the halo of sweat around the collar of his shirt. “Good think I ain’t far, then. ‘m only downstairs.”

He smiles. “Downstairs is too far.”

You lean over him and place a soft kiss on his rough cheek. “Just have to keep you at my hip then, don’t I?”

His head turns and his lips find yours. He cups the globe of your head, pulls you harder against his jaw, runs his tongue along your teeth. When you pull away, you shift the damp hair from his glistening forehead.

“You ruined my tie, by the way,” you tell him. “The hell am I supposed to say that is?”

Joel shrugs. “If Patrick Bateman were a woman, ‘n all that.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 04/14/2024

Nerdie, you’re kinda late tonight.

Yeah, it was all taxes this weekend. 😭 Ugh. But it’s done. Let’s not talk about it anymore.

OK…So what’s new?

Back to work after time off. Adjusting and writing. I did watch the Ryan Gosling SNL episode. I laughed so hard.

I did get a manicure and pedicure - 💜 purple hehe!

I did read some fics this week:

1. Something Old by @fhatbhabie (Javi G x plus size female)

2. Sexting by @reallyrallyauthor (Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x You)

3. Enchanted to Meet You by @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x f reader)

4. Fires at Midnight by @inept-the-magnificent (Lucian Flores x f reader)

5. A Midnight Plea by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

6. A Galaxy Far Far Away part 6: Halloween at Juniper Cottage - Pick your own pumpkin by @grogusmum (Din Djarin x earthling f reader)

7. I’ll Give You The Moon by @soft-persephone (Marc Spector x fem reader)

8. Mi Santa by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

I did write some this week 👀 I’m sorry I’m advance. Things ended up dark. 😭 Those are marked with the red.

Back & Nose, Hair and Hat - (Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series)

Her smile was worth it - for the iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 (Pero Tovar modern AU DARK FIC)

Interlude Two - Tell me about her and Part Seven Merging the Star Clusters - (The Lake between us Series)

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes (DARK FIC) - Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff

Chapter 3: Can we talk for a minute? - This is the Neighborhood Din Series.

This week there were a few things, like the writing challenge 2.0 @iamasaddie put together. We sent in asks, pick a color (I did it to myself, I asked for mob enforcer- where else was the fic to go but dark?) Despite being kinda freaked out at what I wrote (I’ll need to process that later) I like it. I usually don’t do dark fics but given recent themes in my writing it’s there. 👀 So I’ll write it if it pops up in the brain.

And this past weekend (I totally missed but sweethearts @perotovar and @honeyedmiller tagged me in) was the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange. From what I saw, people are writing fics for each other, making gif and moodboards and proving much needed friendship and fun. 😎

I’m sure there are other things. But I dunno what they are. 🤣 I hope everyone enjoys what they’re working on. And if you need to rest, drink some water, dance around, nap, all the things.

This week there will another chapter of Din’s neighborhood, I FINALLY have more Din fluff. Well in the neighborhood and Star Ocean Series. I should have another chapter of Benny and actual fluff post apocalypse. It escaped last week. So we’re bringing it back.

No more Ezra and his gumbo or tanktop 🥺 Part 8 will be up next Sunday. His prose will be no more for now. 🙃

My Frankie miniseries will be almost done. This Friday and the next Friday of my math is right. lol

Special thanks:

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings for finding an excellent pic of Frankie’s back and giving me notes on smut that I chose not to use for now

@connectioneverywhere for letting me talk their thumbs off and putting them to sleep. 🤣

@soft-persephone I see you 👀 Two words: Dem noses. 👃 You know. 😄

@megamindsecretlair You need to write about some curls! Telling me and Softie to write about them. You know which curls. 🤭

@soft-girl-musings Songbird, Cabbie and loud ass Marcello on drums. Why did I half expect him to be playing drums on SNL? 😂 He was wearing a very loud shirt so half credit.

@tinytinymenace it’s always fun seeing your namesake laying and just relaxing. 😎 With a dope poof.

@604to647 I really appreciated your ask and messages this week. 💜

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie ��️❤️❤️

[sonofcoulson]

Disney Princesses x Marvel

A diversion from the IAC universe...

This started as a Disney Princesses thing but expanded to include female characters from Disney films that would fit the bill.

Basically finding a Marvel equivalent for Disney characters.

Snow White:

Snow White - Struggling to think of a Marvel character that is good at sleeping, with a weakness for poison apples.

She does charm all the animals when she's singing, maybe Nature Girl? Or Nina Gurzky from the Apocalypse movie.

Cinderella:

Cinderella - Sersi (w blue colour scheme)

After her Fairy Godmother's transmutation magic (Pumpkin into coach etc).

Alice in Wonderland:

Alice - Stature

#eat me #drink me

Peter Pan:

Tinkerbell - Pixie (w green colour scheme)

Obviously.

Wendy - Wasp (w light blue colour sceme)

Mimicking Tinkerbell's size and flight with tech.

Sleeping Beauty:

Aurora - Dr Strange (w pink colour scheme)

After Maleficent's power set

The Sword in the Stone:

Mad Madam Mim - Morgan le Fay

Maybe giving Mim too much credit here.

Mary Poppins:

Mary Poppins - Scarlet Witch

Reality altering powers? Check. Scarier than she looks? Check.

Jungle Book:

Shanti - Beast Master

From Mowgli's affinity with animals.

Bedknobs and Broomsticks:

Miss Eglantine Price - Magik maybe?

A better magic user than she gives herself credit for.

Robin Hood:

Maid Marian - Hawkeye (Clint Barton w pink colour sceme)

After Robin's archery skills.

The Black Cauldron:

Princess Eilonwy - Sylvie (w Black body armour, white cloak and pink trousers)

Black cauldron is all a bit mystical isn't it? Maybe I should watch it again.

The Little Mermaid:

Ariel - Namor (w Purple top and green bottoms)

After King Triton's powers. There is a Marvel Triton (Inhumans), but his look and powers don't match up.

Beauty and the Beast:

Belle - Beast of the X-Men (w yellow costume and brown fur)

After the Beast's powers and Belle's smarts.

Aladdin:

Jasmine - Captain Agrabah

This is a reach. After the Genie's reality altering powers. Jamie Braddock was the first character to spring to mind, brother to Captain Britain, and the movie is set in the fictional city of Agrabah.

Pocahontas:

Pocahontas - Ghost Rider

No powers in Pocahontas but there is a Powhatan Ghost Rider in the comics.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame:

Esmerelda - Dazzler maybe?

Cos she sings and dances? idk

Hercules:

Megara - Marvel's Hercules or Mephisto?

From the power set of the protagonist/antagonist of her movie.

Mulan:

Mulan - Agent May

Obviously.

Tarzan:

Jane Porter - Kazar

Obviously.

The Emperor's New Groove

Yzma - Sersi again?

Because of her transmutation skills? idk

Atlantis: The Lost Empire:

Kida - Namora/Namorita

Who else?

Lilo and Stitch:

Lilo - Love (from Love and Thunder)

Nani - The Mighty Thor

In the scenario where OG Thor sacrifices himself so that Mighty Thor can look after her little sister.

The Incredibles:

Elastigirl - Mr(s) Fantastic

Violet Parr - The Invisible Woman

Perfect power sets.

Wall-E:

EVE - Jocasta

Had to be.

The Princess and the Frog:

Tiana - Sister Voodoo

Gender swapped, after Shadow Man and Mama Odie's powers.

Tangled:

Rapunzel - Medusa (Inhumans)

Really long hair with magical powers...

Brave:

Merida - Hawkeye (Kate Bishop - Green colour scheme)

Perfect.

Wreck-It-Ralph:

Vanelope von Schweetz - Ghost Rider (Robbie Reyes)

In a souped up racing cart/tiny hot rod.

Frozen:

Elsa - Ice Man

Anna - Ever since Frozen II I've thought that Anna should have plant based powers, so maybe Klara Plast? Groot?

Big Hero 6:

Go Go

Honey Lemon

These two already are Marvel characters.

Zootopia:

Judy Hopps - Umm...Rabbit Girl instead of Squirrel Girl? idk

Moana:

Moana - Can't think of an equivalent, even though she befriends a Polynesian demigod and calms a corrupted Goddess!

Onward:

Corey - There is actually a Marvel character called Manticore but he does not do this character justice.

Raya and the Last Dragon:

Raya - Blue Dragon from Marvel's Future Fight

She is called Blue DRAGON, she is a physical fighter like Raya, and she hails from Vietnam (Kelly Marie Tran is ethnically Vietnamese).

Encanto:

Abuela - Nick Fury

She knows how to put together a Team of supers.

Julieta - Heals with food. No equivalent in Marvel that I can think of.

Pepa - Storm or Crystal

Isabella - Plantwoman

Genderswapped Plantman.

Luisa - Captain Colombia

Super strength, agility and endurance like Captain America, but Luisa is Colombian.

Mirabel - Maria Hill

About to become Abuela's second in command/sucessor.

[noloveforned]

no love for ned is on wlur tonight from 8pm until midnight! we kicked off our new 'songs that mention food' theme last week and we'll start tonight's show with another one! if you can't listen live you can always catch last week's show on mixcloud, setlist is below!

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[eye-smol]

“Minijini, everything hurts-” :

♫ Castaways, we are castaways ♫

(Thumpling forced us to do this after I made fun of pirates. Well, at least Minijini’s enjoying herself):

If the Minis were just normal kids who didn’t have to worry about defending their home 24/7:

Also the Precious Poly Trio because they’re essential to this AU(& my overall well-being):

Did I mess up MJ’s eyes again? Yes. Yes I did. Do I even bother to care anymore? No! ^

Progress shots:

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FANFIC MASTERLIST

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As a fanfiction writer, I think it's high time that I make one of these. Hopefully this makes things easier if you have preferences <3

(Most of these are here on Tumblr while a select few are only available on my AO3 account because of length and chapter amount with links I have posted in the past. I'll provide them here as well to the full story and or chapter where appropriate according to the key below.)

Key~~~

❤️ - Romance ☁️ - Fluff

🥀 - Angst 🩹- Hurt/Comfort 🖤 - Smut/NSFW

⭐ - Character x Character (Normal and or Romance)

💕- Character x Reader 😷 - Sickfic

🧡 - Headcannons/Scenarios

💗 - Omegaverse/Mpreg 🎉- For the Holidays

🖥️ - Link to AO3 💝 - Written Per Request

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My Hero Academia

No Buts to the Pumpkin Guts (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🎉

Beach Bang (Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka) - ❤️🖤⭐💝

Photoshoots and Bathing Suits (Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka) - ❤️🖤⭐💝

I Don't Deserve It (Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3(FINAL) - ☁️🩹⭐😷

Fruit Punch - Honeydew - (Izuku Midoriya x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

Fruit Punch - Watermelon - (Eijirou Kirishima x Reader) - ❤️🖤💕🖥️

Fuzzy Socks (Shoto Todoroki x Reader) - ☁️💕

If You Fall Back, I'll Catch You (Izuku Midoriya x Reader) - ❤️☁️🩹💕

Fruit Punch - Orange - (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕

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Halloween Date With the MHA Boys + Their Favorite Candies - ❤️☁️💕🧡🎉

Breakdown, Build Up (Izuku Midoriya x Reader) - ❤️🥀🩹💕

Haikyuu!!

Waking Up Their S/O And Bringing Them Breakfast in Bed (Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, and Koushi Sugawara)- ❤️💕☁️🧡

Fruit Punch - Blackberry - (Tobio Kageyama x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

Fruit Punch - Starfruit - (Kei Tsukishima x Reader) - ☁️💕🖥️

I Call Bullshit (Shoyo Hinata x Tobio Kageyama) - Part 1 , Part 2 (FINAL) -❤️☁️⭐😷

Barbeques and Boundaries - (Koushi Sugawara x IBS! Reader - ❤️☁️🩹💕

Fruit Punch - Brown Pear - (Asahi Azumane x Reader) - ♥️☁️💕🖥️

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Hunter x Hunter

Fruit Punch - Cranberry - (Kurapika x Reader) - ❤️🖤💕🖥️

Fruit Punch - Plum - (Killua Zoldyck x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

She Has Your Eyes (Gon Freeces x Killua Zoldyck) - ☁️🩹⭐

When Their S/O Accidentally Hurts Themselves (Gon Freeces, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika) - ☁️💕🧡

Scarlet Nights (Kurapika x Female Reader) - ❤️☁️🩹💕🎉

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Yuri!!! On Ice

Footprints in the Sand (Yuuri Katsuki x Victor Nikiforov) - ❤️☁️🥀🩹⭐💗🖥️

Their Memories Live On (Yuuri Katsuki x Victor Nikiforov) - ❤️☁️⭐💗🖥️

What Makes Us A Family (Yuuri Katsuki x Victor Nikiforov) - ❤️☁️⭐💗🖥️

Golden Mornings (Yuuri Katsuki x Victor Nikiforov) - ❤️☁️⭐🖥️

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Assassination Classroom

Hair (Nagisa Shiota x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕

H-E Double Pocky Sticks (Karma Akabane x Reader) - ❤️💕

Fruit Punch - Blueberry - (Nagisa Shiota x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

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Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

I Want You to Draw Me Like One of Your Swimmer Boys (Rin Matsuoka x Artist Reader) - ❤️☁️💕

Reasons Within the Water (Makoto Tachibana x Haruka Nanase) - ❤️🩹⭐💗🖥️💝

When I'm Lacking Your Touch (Makoto Tachibana x Haruka Nanase) - 🖤⭐💝

Our Pain is Also Our Strength (Makoto Tachibana x Haruka Nanase) - ☁️🥀🩹⭐💝

Fruit Punch - Blue Raspberry - (Haruka Nanase x Reader) - ❤️ ☁️💕🖥️

Fruit Punch - Lime - (Makoto Tachibana x Reader) - ☁️💕🖥️

Caramel Corn Cuddly (Rei Ryugazaki x Nagisa Hazuki) - ❤️☁️⭐

Fruit Punch - Purple Grape - (Rei Ryugazaki x Reader) - ❤️🖤💕🖥️

Free! Boys and Their Nicknames For You - Part 1, Part 2- ❤️☁️💕🧡

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Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

She Was...All We Had (Edward Elric x Reader) - ❤️🥀🩹💕

The Fire Crackles and Burns (Edward Elric x Female Reader) - Part 1 , Part 2 (FINAL)- ❤️☁️🖤💕

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Black Butler

Tea and Cookies (Ciel Phantomhive x Female Reader) - ☁️💕

Sneaking Sweets (Brother Ciel Phantomhive x Sister Reader) - ☁️💕🎉

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Food Wars

Early Morning Welcome (Soma Yukihira x Reader) - ☁️💕

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Fruits Basket

I'll Hold You For A Thousand Sunsets (Kyo Sohma x Tohru Honda) - ❤️🩹⭐

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Attack on Titan

Daddy's Kisses (Armin Arlert x Pregnant Reader) - Part 1, Part 2(FINAL) - ❤️☁️💕

I'll Never Stop Waiting (Armin Arlert x Reader) - 🥀💕💝

A Gift That's Bittersweet (Levi Ackerman x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🎉

Fruit Punch - Green Pear - (Eren Jaeger x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

Fruit Punch - Lemon - (Armin Arlert x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕🖥️

Sex on the Beach (Drunk! Armin Arlert x Reader) - ❤️☁️💕

Fruit Punch - Black Currant - (Levi Ackerman x Reader) -❤️🖤💕🖥️

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Spy x Family

Not So Typical Morning Routine - (Father/Daughter Family Fluff) - ☁️⭐

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Demon Slayer

Fruit Punch - Kiwi - (Tanjiro Kamado x Reader) - ❤️☁️🥀🩹💕🖥️

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Case Study of Vanitas

NSFW Head Cannons - Noé Archiviste x HUMAN Reader - ❤️🖤💕🧡

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Valentines Day for Nerds (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s favourite holiday is often taken up mostly by work, but this year his enjoyment doesn’t seem to be as disruptive in the BAU bullpen. The team soon realise why.

AN: It’s a bit late- who am I kidding? IT’S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN IN OUR HEARTS! This was a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, for the brilliant @agntprentiss <3 

For my smut fic from the swap, check out A Little Indulgence (18+ only!)

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

Word count: 1.7k words

Gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins​ <3

Your name: submit What is this?

The first breach of boredom was Penelope practically skipping into the bullpen, her arms cradling a bouquet of flowers as if it were an infant. The bold orange roses contrasted with the dyed black petals of its counterparts as they were planted upon Spencer’s desk.

“Delivery for Doctor Reid!” trilled Penelope, clapping her hands now that they were free of said delivery. Dropping his pen onto his unfinished paperwork, Spencer pivoted the base of the bouquet before he found a small black envelope.

It held a little card with two pumpkins, happy faces carved into them both. Inside were the following words:

 Black is for new beginnings,

Orange is for enthusiasm,

Spooky times are afoot tonight,

Watch out for ectoplasm!

I spent ten minutes trying to think of a rhyme for that. Happy Halloween, Cara Mia!

Y/N xxx

Spencer beamed as he placed the bouquet at the edge of his desk, next to the fake severed hand that now held the card in its stiff fingers. He scratched his bristly cheek. Less than a day until he could shave this off. It’d be worth it though.

“Is it from Y/N?”

He looked up to see Penelope had lingered like a lost spirit, waiting to see if her trials of passing on the bouquet had been worthy enough for her to move onto the next world – her Batcave. She was poised with a hopeful expression.

“Yes,” Spencer said, watching Penelope lean up on her tiptoes as she tried to rein in her delight.

She clapped her hands, her purple painted nails clicking as they tapped together, “Are my two favourite ghost hunters up to much this Hallow’s Eve?”

“We’re going to see the Phantasmagoria re-enactment after we go trick-or-treating with Henry tonight.”

It was hard to ignore the absolute glee with which Spencer spoke. Even if one completely ignored the way his voice carried a light excitement, the way his eyes lit up and his broad smile almost fell off his face was enough to connote that he was very excited for tonight. It was also hard to ignore the mild bemusement on the faces of everyone who heard.

Glad to be back and bearing witness to his elated behaviour regardless, Emily cracked a smile, “Maybe she’ll cling to you when she gets scared.”

A heat crawled up Spencer’s neck and he tried to return to work now in hopes that his gift’s display would be cut off. He’d rather sit in the glow of receiving the flowers without mockery.

To the team’s credit, no one ribbed him for it.

The flowers were not the last gift though.

Soon Penelope reappeared, “Your Cupid has returned with another gift for you!”

As he tore at the paper and revealed an Edgar Allen Poe pin – the titular Raven he instantly attached it to his satchel strap – in pride of place, just like the bouquet.

Derek was the one to notice how Spencer’s sandwiches had been cut into little pumpkins. Some digging and Spencer revealed that he had gotten Y/N to order a cutter online. He held his lunch in one hand, his collection of classic Halloween short stories in the other, with a childish glee that no one wanted to squander.

When Spencer climbed the steps to drop off a file to Hotch around mid-afternoon, Rossi walking behind him noted the brand-new socks. A classic odd pairing, and obviously they were Halloween themed. This kid left no opportunity untaken when it came to celebrating Halloween – more than his own birthday.

But Rossi was not closed enough to get a good look at them, and no one else was as close. So, he recruited Emily and Derek to discover what the pattern was. It was Emily and Derek who upped the stakes by wanting to get a glimpse without arousing suspicion. Now that outright asking Spencer was not an option, the game began as they dropped several pens as an excuse to bend over and strain for a flash of those socks.

Derek eventually resorted to a pantomime attempt at tripping in front of Spencer’s desk and gave the jig up straight away by shouting to a stressed Emily (whilst also catching the attention of Hotch through his office’s blinds): “IT’S IT!”

A few language barriers hurdled later, and hindsight brought them both clarity. The red splodge on Spencer’s ankle was officially defined as a balloon.

“So tell us! What’s the other one?” Emily said, her voice strained with how much she was invested in this single sock.

Spencer hiked up his trouser leg to display the skeletal zombie sewn into the sock. “It’s Curtis Danko from When Good Ghouls Go Bad. Y/N had it commissioned for me!”

JJ was watching nearby, unaffected by the tensions of the sock bet. She knew the film because Y/N had wanted to show it to Henry the other week when she babysat him. But upon further inspection, the R.L. Stine film – while intended for kids – might be a little intimidating for Henry to watch without his profiler mother and godfather, police officer father, and favourite auntie there to protect him from the cursed statue.

No one else in the bullpen knew the film.

The team soon discovered that Spencer was not the only one to be on the receiving end of such gifts. Six o’clock rolled around and Y/N entered the bullpen. She was wearing a fuzzy black scarf, some sparkles shining within the wool. At the tail of it, a lucky black cat patch was sewn onto the end. It caught Rossi’s eye and he hid behind a folder as he smiled. The three times that Spencer had forgone a card game with him (in favour of knitting the scarf on the flights back from cases) had been riddled with playful teasing. It was good to see that it was worth it.

Especially when Spencer saw Y/N wearing it and his back snapped straight up. His chair flew backwards, spinning around with the effort that Spencer had launched himself from it, and he and Y/N embraced each other with casual affection.

“How was work today?”

“Not as boring as I thought. But, I have to say: I’m meant to call you Cara Mia.” Spencer’s eyes darted to the card Y/N had sent that morning.

Y/N caught onto his meaning, “Should I stop?”

“Never.”

She rubbed her nose against his and Spencer went pink again, giggling like a teenager. True, he was as smitten with Y/N as Gomez was with Morticia. Then he remembered he was in the workplace as Y/N went to greet the rest of the team, and Spencer’s pink became a scarlet.

“Aww, Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned at him from his desk chair, “You’re so cute!”

“It’s like Sergio!” Emily said, admiring the scarf with her thumb rubbing over the stitches around the cat patch.

“Make sure he’s safe tonight,” Y/N squeezed her hands for a second.

Then JJ appeared from her office, coat and bag over her arm, and she, Y/N, and Spencer wished the bullpen a Happy Halloween before they left.

They had three hours before the Phantasmagoria started. Plenty of time to get ready.

Henry was right behind the front door of his home. The second it opened, he bounced at Spencer’s feet, his tiny hand clutching onto two of his fingers to drag him inside. He was babbling away at such speed that Y/N could barely keep up. She gave Will a wave across the ironing board where he was diligently ironing Will’s cape.

“Well don’t you look handsome!” Y/N beamed at Henry while JJ combed his hair back, slick with gel. It was something he agreed to but only if Spencer was doing the same. Which he was, occupying the downstairs bathroom as he prepared his own costume.

The moment Spencer had finished shaving everything bar the moustache, he was plonked in front of the television. Henry smoothed out his cloak and put in his plastic fangs in to watch the rest of his new favourite Halloween film, The Little Vampire. He mumbled along with Rudolph’s lines and sat enraptured as he pointed out to Spencer the flying scenes. Luckily for him, Will and JJ were getting dressed as Frederick and Freda Sackville-Bagg upstairs to join in the Halloween spirit – last year’s Halloween date night disaster long forgotten.

Henry put in his plastic fangs and hissed at Y/N who emerged in her long sleek black dress. As she stepped across the room as elegantly as Morticia, Spence spied that she was wearing the black spiderweb tights he had bought her today.

“Hello, Gomez,” She smiled radiantly at Spencer, smoothing out his suit jacket as he stood before her. He presented her with a red rose that matched her lipstick to a tee.

As she breathed in the flower’s scent, he kissed her cheek, enjoying her giggle at the bristle of his ‘stache, “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you, and you’re handsome as ever.” She swung their linked hands between them in the opposite way she poised on her tiptoes. “Maybe we should have taken a tango class.”

And she laughed loudly at Spencer’s wincing at such a thought.

“It’s ok, Cara Mia. I’ll settle for a kiss instead.”

Oh, that was something he could do forever. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles then the inside of each wrist.

Unfortunately, Henry interrupted the stream of kisses that were headed in Y/N’s way. “Ready to go!” He skipped his way between the happy couple.

It was hard to be mad at Henry, especially with how adorable he looked beside his parents and with his bright orange pumpkin bag ready to collect candy. He felt safe with his four favourite adults guarding him.

“Tonight,” Y/N whispered into his ear and he could hear the smirk in her words, “After the Phantasmagoria.”

Spencer beamed, his dimples delightfully framing that smile. One day maybe, they would have their own Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert to join them. And maybe then Derek would dress up as Uncle Fester.

[ariparri]

Flowers

Pairing: Diego x Veruca (With a hint of Tulip x Carson)

Written by cursedautumn on Instagram

A/N: This was written from a story for art type of trade we made on IG. English isn’t cursedautumn's first language, so she apologizes if there are any mistakes.

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Day 1

It was the fall of 1988. This fall, in contrast to several previous ones, was full of sweet aroma of rotting leaves and the hot honey sun covering playgrounds, classrooms, and the forest near Hogwarts; fresh gold autumn leaf carpet lay on the stone slabs of the courtyard and soft field grass; saturated with moisture, the trees are seriously bent and the crystal was glittering with rain drops, remaining after another warm rain. The sky was clear and blue, with a milky foam of clouds, and it was tempting to run out of the heavy walls of the castle and lie under it, roll on the grass, feel the sweet water drops on your tongue, and run to the lake, which shone like pure crystal, and a couple of students even swam there once — although they had to report to Professor McGonagall and serve detention for quite a long time afterwards.

Veruca McQuaid went into the courtyard and sat by the fountain, near the place where everyone usually play Gobstones. After sitting in the semi-darkness of the Slytherin common room for almost twenty-four hours, she just needed a little bit of fresh air. She had expected to skip lunch and spend the rest of the day here alone with her homework and a bottle of cold pumpkin fizz, but her plans for privacy were not going to come true, because ten minutes after Veruca settled down next to the fountain, a voice came from above her head, "Hello, Veruca."

"Oh, Merlin!" thought Veruca with exasperation, and looking up, she recognized the intruder as Diego Caplan, a fellow Hufflepuff, a well-known ladies' man and a very good duelist. He always had a contented swarthy face, a strange yellow scarf, and beautiful dark eyes. He was holding a small bouquet of red roses and smiling. "Caplan? Veruca asked indifferently. "Well, hello."

"I hope I'm not interrupting you," Diego said with a charming smile. Veruca was tempted to say that he was interrupting, but she just smiled tightly and shook her head. To be honest, she was never hypocritical and enjoyed interacting with people, but right now Caplan chose a very inappropriate moment to talk to her... or whatever he wanted to do. "Did you want something?"

"Yes." Diego peremptorily handed her the aforementioned bouquet of roses and flashed his snow-white teeth. His smile was attractive and confident. "This is for you. I thought that such a beauty just needs a bouquet of flowers."

Veruca accepted the bouquet, but she wasn't sure why Diego had done it in the first place. She had never been insecure, but didn't consider herself strikingly beautiful either: a pretty face framed by dark hair, light green eyes, neat pink lips, and a well-formed figure - that's all, so Diego probably didn't want to grab her attention because of her incredible beauty, even though he said so.

She was also Coby McQuaid's sister, and a lot of guys shunned her just because they were afraid that the "crazy brother" would appear out of nowhere and wring their necks for his little sister. In general, she sceptically smiled at the bouquet, and said:

"Thank you. Now leave me alone, please, I'm a little busy."

Diego left after blowing her a final kiss, and Veruca gave the bouquet to Penny the same day — she simply couldn't believe that Caplan could really be interested in her. Most likely, he wanted new sensations, that's all. But if he thinks he's found a goal for one day, he's very, very wrong, Veruca thought with a grin as she watched Penny lovingly arrange a bouquet of roses in front of the statue of the headless knight.

Day 2

It rained that day, and the flying lesson with madam Hooch was canceled. Veruca, who had not slept well last night, was not too upset: she had no desire to cut through the thick, glass-like walls of rain on a broomstick. She spent the entire first half of the day running between classes, listening to Snape's unflattering comments about her personality, her brother, and so on, sitting in madam Rakepick's perfume-and-wood-scented classroom, and spending time with Penny and Chiara. Penny once said, "By the way, you shouldn't have refused the roses, they were so beautiful!"

"Yeah," Veruca grinned and looked at the Ravenclaw girls as they passed. One of them, a girl with dark eyes and fluffy brown hair, mentioned Diego Caplan in the conversation, and several of her friends immediately began to whisper and giggle with curiosity. It seemed that only Veruca disliked him, for even Merula spoke quite favorably of him, and if Merula approved of a person, then it was a waste of time — everyone adored him without exception, and there was nothing to be done about it.

On this day, Veruca couldn't shake the eerie yet strangely pleasant feeling that someone was watching her. Someone's already familiar dark eyes, clear and sly. It seemed to her that someone was staring at her back in class, studying her face at lunch, spying on her during recess... This, however, did not inspire her with any fear, firstly, because Veruca had managed to get used to being watched during her five years at Hogwarts, and secondly, it was a kind of harmless surveillance - as if she was an interesting performance, and she was being watched by a curious spectator. And for some reason, it never occurred to her that it might be HIM...

"Ahem-ahem."

Veruca shivered and looked up from her potions homework. In the faint greenish light of the Slytherin drawing room Merula Snyde's pale face looked like a cloud of smoky mist with two purple lightning-like eyes. She was holding a small bouquet of purple orchids wrapped in shimmering translucent pale yellow paper.

It exuded a sweet fragrance that overlaid the smell of underground dampness and pine needles (there were scented candles in the living room), and it looked lovely. A cream-colored paper was perched between the purple blossoms.

"What is it?" Veruca was taken aback. She had seen a lot in her life, but... for Merula to give her flowers?.. However, fortunately, the rival muttered, "Somebody asked me to give this to you," she plopped the bouquet on the table, the soles of her gaudy leather boots clattering indignantly, then went into their shared bedroom and slammed the door.

Veruca had no idea, freaked out if a classmate saw because it was torn away from the important contemplation of their own greatness or because Merula handed the bouquet to her and no one thought to do that; but understand she did not and pulled out a fragrant bouquet of cream paper box, which was briefly written:

"It is not good to give the gifts away, Veruca. But I'll try again, since you didn't take me seriously. -D.C.".

It wasn't hard to guess that D.C. was Diego Caplan. Well, then, he really wanted to get her attention for a while. At first Veruca felt flattered by the attention, then offended, because she didn't like intrusive people, and then she just decided to let the boy indulge. After all, she couldn't possibly forbid Diego from sending her flowers, so Veruca just got up, went to the trash can, and threw the unfortunate bouquet in there. The sweet scent gave her a headache. Let Caplan send her his stupid flowers as much as he wants. Let him... It's just a little cruel joke, isn't it?

Day 3

Sunflowers. Bright yellow, like Hufflepuff robes, as if woven from sunlight, they caught Veruca's eye as soon as she opened them. At first she didn't understand why the dark green Slytherin dorm room seemed to have a window that let in a flood of thick sun, but then she looked up and saw the pretty heads of flowers perched on her nightstand. The sunflowers didn't fit in with the luxurious and dark atmosphere of the room, and as she passed by, Ismelda grumbled that she should have gotten them, and immediately would throw them away.

Veruca, oddly enough, felt more alive and somehow light when she saw these flowers. They were so simple, of the usual yellow color, not scarlet roses or purple orchids, but she liked them very much, until she found it in the pile of golden flowers the same small creamy square, on which was written the same handwriting as yesterday:

"Attempt number three. I hope you like it and don't throw them away or give them to someone else. -D. C.".

Veruca furiously crumpled the paper and threw it away. Caplan could be as nice and generous as he liked, but his impudence and desire to use her for his own incomprehensible purposes irritated her terribly, so she hastily changed her clothes and washed up, took the sunflowers and went straight out of the living room with them, catching the surprised and mocking looks of her classmates and others. 'I'll kill you, Caplan,' Veruca thought as she left the common room.

To be honest, she liked the flowers very much, but Diego Caplan was known as a fan of ending relationships as quickly as starting them, and she wanted something more serious than being the one-night stand of a cheeky Hufflepuff.

She found Diego right after breakfast, playing Gobstones with some other Hufflepuff whose name Veruca didn't know and didn't want to know. When Caplan saw her, he broke into a satisfied smile, as if not noticing the girl's grim expression, "Sorry, Reg, there's a lady here who wants to talk to me."

"Hmmm," Reg muttered, absorbed in the game. He glanced at Veruca, who was holding a golden bouquet of sunflowers, and continued to hunch over the game. Diego got to his feet, very pleased, and sauntered over to Veruca. For some reason, she was uncomfortable with the way his gaze slid over the top button of her shirt, and she muttered, "I see you're not going to leave me alone." Diego flashed his white teeth. "Actually, it's unpleasant when your gifts are thrown away or misused."

"You'll get over it," Veruca said. Anger mixed with guilt (?!), and she just watched Diego's dark hair flutter in the light autumn wind. He was beautiful. Very handsome, no matter what... "Caplan, I'm not interested in a one-night stand. And I'm not one of those people who will throw themselves at you. So keep your flowers and give them to someone else."

"Should I keep them or give them to you?" Diego grinned. Veruca gave an exasperated sigh. "Calm down, baby. Maybe I just want to go out with you. And spend more than just one night."

Veruca gasped with indignation. Who does he think he is? "First of all," she hissed, " I'm not a baby, I'm a McQuaid, or at least just Veruca. And secondly, you want to spend not only one night, but also one day? No, thanks. I'd rather be alone than lie under someone else and then get muddied, okay?"

Diego smiled. In a strange, affectionate way, there was something mysterious and hungry in his dark brown eyes, as if she was a piece of candy that he couldn't wait to unwrap.

"I see," he said softly. "See you later, Veruca."

In the evening, after she slapped Caplan, left him and complained about him to Chiara, before going to bed, Veruca remembered that she had never returned the sunflowers, and they were shining in the dark Slytherin bedroom. Well, that's fine. They are beautiful...

Day 4

On this day, the sky suddenly frowned, clouded with a silver haze; a cold wind blew, carrying with it a pile of dead leaves, no longer burning with gold. A bloodless pallor settled over Hogwarts like a semi-transparent mist, as if someone invisible had suddenly drained the last of autumn's juices and warmth, and Veruca, wrapped in her robes, came to Herbology class. Professor Sprout, warm and plump, was as friendly as ever and talked about how to turn the most common weeds into the most common tulips, Tulip immediately noticed that she liked it, and frowned at Carson — they had a fight a couple of days ago. Rowan walked calmly past Ben, who she'd almost gotten into a fight with the day before, and Veruca noted grimly that she wasn't the only one with boy problems.

"So, get ready!" professor Sprout clapped her hands. "Today's spell does not apply to magic plants, but it helps a lot if you want to give your friend or partner a bouquet of beautiful tulips!"

"Carson only needs one beautiful Tulip," Rowan said, and she and Veruca giggled. Tulip pursed her lips grimly, "Well, yes. That's why he said yesterday that he was sick of my eternal thirst for adventure." Veruca knew perfectly well that this was said in a much milder form than the one Tulip had given her, but it was useless to argue: Carson and Tulip will make up tomorrow or the day after, which means it doesn't make sense to take their conflict seriously.

So she decided to take up the lesson and diligently wrote down everything that Professor Sprout said, and by the end of the lesson she had mastered the spell perfectly. As they were about to leave, a familiar voice called out to Veruca. A voice that stretches like hot chocolate. For some reason, she was a little pleased to hear him, although at one time she was irritated.

"How are you?" Diego sauntered over to her and touched his hand to his silky dark hair. "Did you learn your lesson with the-tulip weeds?" Veruca smiled dryly, ignoring the surprised looks from Penny and Rowan. All they probably wanted to do was tell everyone about their little affair with Diego. "And you?"

"I'm glad you asked," Caplan smiled charmingly (if Veruca had been any other student, she would have been nothing but a pink puddle) and, waving his wand as if he was going to show everyone his beautiful hands with flexible fingers, pointed to the weeds — and the unsightly, flabby plants instantly transformed into a wonderful bouquet of yellow and pink tulips with elastic buds and a pleasant aroma. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to them except Rowan and Penny, who were standing behind her, but that was enough: Veruca could feel their eyes boring into her back. Diego took the tulips and handed them to her. "Here. A bunch of tulips will add to your dark dungeons, won't they?"

She stood looking at him for a few seconds, wanting to laugh. How stupid, persistent, and sweet he is, this Diego Caplan! What a fool! Is she supposed to be flattered by such intrusive attention? Veruca didn't like it when someone invaded her personal space, and when she looked into Diego's dark chocolate eyes, she smiled, took the bouquet and said sweetly, "Thank you." She turned and shouted: "Hey, Tulip!"

"What are you doing?" Diego's smile faded instantly. Tulip watched Carson leave, then slowly walked over to Veruca and asked sadly, "What is it?"

"It's from Carson," Veruca said, and passed the flowers to Tulip. She was stunned, looking at the fresh bouquet as if it were the eighth wonder of the world, and so was Diego, and Veruca, smiling triumphantly, took her bag and left the greenhouse, feeling that she had put Diego Caplan in his place. But for some reason, the sweet feeling of victory was mixed with something bitter, like... regret?

Day 5

Veruca didn't know what was happening to her. Honestly, she just didn't understand. Diego Caplan had stopped annoying her. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a gnawing sense of guilt for giving his flowers to Tulip, for ignoring his attentions so actively, which were actually not so bad — it was better than if he was spreading his hands or making obscene compliments.

Diego was cute. He gave her flowers. And she just took it and, without even trying to be polite, rejected it. So Veruca thought the next day as she tossed and turned in the pearly gray, rattling light of morning; the bedroom was dark and quiet, except for Liz, who was snoring peacefully in her bed; Veruca suffered from the urge to go and apologize to Diego. Sunflowers added the melancholy, spreading a bunch of pure gold to the gloom of the Slytherin bedroom — Caplan's gift. Diego Caplan.

So in the morning, slipping out of the soft embrace of the bed, Veruca dressed quickly and went to breakfast before anyone else, hoping to see Diego on the threshold of the Great hall and apologize. Yes, her pride will howl...

Fortunately, Diego showed up at his table, and as soon as he finished and went to the door, Veruca left the half-eaten sausages and ran after him. Diego walked with his usual slightly swaying gait, so unhurried and confident that Veruca began to feel less confident, but she ran up and touched him on the shoulder. He turned around. He looked perfectly normal, not at all sad, and Veruca wondered if Diego wasn't upset at all. It's kind of a shame. "Veruca McQuaid," he smiled a little. "Hello."

"Hi," she stammered. Diego chuckled. "Look, I want to apologize for giving your flowers to Tulip yesterday." she found herself painfully short of words. "But Carson and Tulip made up."

Diego laughed. He had a beautiful laugh, low and clear. "How kind you are," he said. "Well, I will forgive you on one condition: you'll accept the next bouquet of flowers from me."

Veruca looked at him blankly. Does he have metal nerves or what? "Um," she said. "If you accept, I'll forgive you," Diego said, running a hand through his silky chocolate hair. Veruca noticed that they were beautifully, cleanly shining. "Do you agree?"

Veruca sighed. It's not so bad to get flowers. But she was supposed to be apologizing to him, making up for her "sins" in some way, not getting a gift, right? But Diego seemed serious, and she decided that if this was a way to let him know that she, Veruca McQuaid, was apologizing to him, let it be so: awkward, but not humiliating. It would have been far worse if he had asked her to leave him alone, or simply ignored her...

"All right," she said. "Okay, I agree." she looked into Diego's dark, shiny, soft eyes, framed by black lashes. And, for some reason, her heart fluttered with joy.

That evening, a first-year student wearing large round glasses approached Veruca. The girl was sitting on the couch reading a book when a first-year, Elora Dunn, came up to her and told her that she had received a gift. The gift was a bouquet of Calla lilies — white and pale pink, neat, velvety and delicate to the touch. Veruca took the bouquet from Elora and just stared at it for a few seconds, not noticing that the first-year had gone to her dorm and it didn't really matter.

The bouquet of Calla lilies had a delicate and soft aroma, like some ice cream. Veruca lifted the bouquet to her face, and the fragile petals brushed her cheeks. I guess sometimes you need to be able to apologize. The thought made her smile, and when she went to bed, Veruca felt extremely happy, as if a star had been lit somewhere inside her that would never go out...

Day 6

Veruca expected this farce of flowers to end after she accepted a bouquet of Calla lilies from Diego. Now, perhaps, he is tired, and he will no longer approach her with another bouquet of flowers, beautiful, bright, sweet-smelling... It would seem that Veruca should have been relieved — at last he was behind, she should be happy!

But when Diego didn't speak to her the next day, didn't even look back or come up with a bunch of flowers, she felt abandoned and sad, even though, of course, Diego didn't owe her anything. After a few days of pampering, that's enough. But why did Veruca feel that she really wanted to talk to Diego, to hear his voice again, to look into his dark, hot chocolate eyes again...

"Stop it!"

Veruca snapped, brushing her hair in front of the mirror this morning. Today, she had let her thick brown hair down, and it fell in a dark wave over her shoulders and framed her pale pink face beautifully. A bouquet of calla lilies, delicate and pleasing to the eye, stood on her bedside table and gave off a delicate fragrance.

Merula, passing by, grumbled that "McQuaid has already got everyone going mad with her flowers," but Veruca ignored this, preoccupied with her own thoughts, and put an emerald pendant around her neck to set off her eyes. Perhaps Diego might have been interested in her because of her looks, even though she hoped he liked her for more than just her pretty face...

"Stop it now. It's probably over. He's tired of you, and you're tired of him. And it is over."

But now she didn't want it to end so much. It was Saturday, and Veruca had decided to stop by the Hospital wing to help madam Pomfrey — sometimes on weekends she tended to patients and helped the elderly matron with some medical matters. Madam Pomfrey was not in the wing today, so Veruca began sorting through the used bottles of medicinal potions, selecting those that needed to be washed and those that needed to be treated first with a special antiseptic — the potions in them had to be poured into an exceptionally clean container.

Working here was very boring and time-consuming, but Veruca felt that sorting out bottles, bandaging wounds, and so on would help her miraculously put her confused thoughts in order. There was something right and clear about it. Suddenly the doors opened and Veruca turned to greet madam Pomfrey, but when she saw who it was, she froze, startled.

Diego Caplan stood in the doorway of the Hospital wing with a bouquet of pink flowers with crimson cores and yellow petals — Alstroemeria. He was smiling, and it seemed to warm Veruca. She just stared at Diego for a few seconds, unable to say anything, and he stepped up to her, "I didn't specify how many bouquets you should accept in order for me to forgive you."

Veruca opened her mouth awkwardly, "Oh... I... thank you," was all she said. Diego gave her a deep, mesmerizing smile.She picked up the flowers and then felt her nose itch and sneezed. "Bless you."

"Thank you... ah!" Veruca sneezed again. Her nose itched, her throat seemed to narrow slightly, and it was harder to breathe. Diego looked at her blankly. Veruca wiped her nose and looked at Alstroemeria. Then she slapped her forehead and started laughing.

"What is it?" Diego looked startled. "Hey, Veruca? What happened?" he took her by the shoulder. Veruca sneezed again, already trying to hide her slight pleasance at the touch of someone else's warm fingers, and said, "I'm allergic to these flowers..."

Diego looked so dumbfounded that she was sneezing and laughing for a long time, and then stopped sneezing and continued to laugh until dinner. But there were still tulips and sunflowers in her room, and the alstroemeria had to be given to Chiara, who was happy to put them in her dorm, so there were enough flowers for everyone, there was no doubt about that...

Day 7

Veruca slept well that night. She dreamed of Diego, smiling, wearing a light gray frock coat and holding a bouquet of roses. They seemed to be dancing under a vast starry sky, and from somewhere an unfamiliar melody was flowing, light and pleasant; it ran like a stream between stones, harmonious, subtle; then Diego suddenly literally disappeared, the melody stopped, everything was plunged into darkness for a few seconds, and Veruca woke up.

There was a strange, happy peace in her soul, and at the same time an anticipation of something very, very good; outside the window, the morning haze turned the ground and horizon ruby and tangerine, and the dim bedroom was bathed in warm light. Her roommates were snoring peacefully in their beds, behind the drawn curtains, and Veruca was left to her own thoughts and beautiful dream...

Everything went fine in the morning: the weather was fine again, and Veruca liked her own reflection in the mirror very much today — her hair were shining, her eyes were shining, her face was fresh and rested; it was a warm Sunday outside the window, and she wasn't even annoyed by the ever-dissatisfied Merula and the untidy Ismelda. Veruca cleaned her room peacefully, had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, played a game of gobstones with Tulip and Carson, who made up and looked at each other with loving eyes again, and passed her Charms homework.

But the best part, what she had been subconsciously waiting for all this time, happened after lunch. She and Diego ran into each other near the forest. It was empty: the students were gathered closer to the castle. The first thing Veruca saw was a familiar blue denim jacket, and then a bunch of blood — red carnations and familiar soft dark brown eyes. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes: another bouquet?

Diego stopped when he saw her. Grinned. "This is the last one," he said, turning over a bunch of carnations wrapped in milky white shimmering paper. "I hope you're not allergic to carnations."

"No," Veruca said, and then automatically repeated to herself, "the last one." Just a few days ago, she wanted it so much, and now...

"Along with this bouquet," Diego announced softly, smiling, "I want to ask you out, Veruca McQuaid. What do you say?"

Veruca froze. Ask her out? On a date? Diego Caplan? Her?

"I will understand if you refuse," Diego was calm. "But accept the bouquet. This is the last one."

And he handed her the flowers. Veruca picked up the delicate scarlet flowers wrapped in paper and stared at them for a few seconds. They were so beautiful. Fragrant. And from him...

The sun shone even brighter. The foliage is flushed with pure gold. Hogwarts castle suddenly became not clumsy and heavy, but majestic and beautiful. Veruca looked at Diego, feeling her heart flutter sweetly, happily, and sing, and Diego seemed to her the most beautiful young man on earth, and a bouquet of carnations was the most beautiful gift, the most elegant and appropriate...

"Well, so what?" Diego held out his hand. "How about a walk in the woods, an evening at Hogsmeade, Madame Puddifoot's cafe, and the company of a handsome man like me, hmm?"

Veruca couldn't help but laugh. "I agree, handsome man," she said softly, and put her hand in his. They walked towards the forest, through the golden trees, looking at each other and assessing each other anew...

And that was just the beginning of their story.

And the reason for everything...

Were flowers.

[duchessfics]

The Case of the Sweater Thief

(https://ahscovenapocalypse.tumblr.com/post/181426577063/fishkreizler-cordelia-goode-ahs)

(https://lauramaher25.tumblr.com/post/179881206546/ahs-ms-wilihemina-venable-fire-and-reign)

Cordelia x Fem!Reader x Wilhemina

Warning(s): Nothing except an excessive amount of fluff :) 

Summary: Now that it’s fall, you keep wearing your girlfriends’ sweaters. So they send you out to get some of your own, but you get a little sidetracked and end up with other items instead.

Word Count: 2125

A/n: Since it’s six(ish) weeks until Halloween, I thought I would post some fall-based, short one-shots (get it, six cause that’s the “devil’s number???”...I’ll go home now) Anyways these will be shorter than some of my other works, but I thought it would be to do some seasonal writing.

This first prompt came from @prompts-for-the-otp: 

“Person A, tired of Person B stealing all their hoodies whenever fall comes (though they admit that B does look adorable in those oversized hoodies), gives Person B money to buy their own jackets. Person B ends up coming home with like 5 pumpkin spice drinks from the Starbucks inside the Target where they was supposed to buy a jacket. Person A is surprised and a bit amused. They end up cuddling on the couch while drinking pumpkin spice lattes and watching Halloween movies. B is still wearing A’s hoodie, but A doesn’t really mind anymore.”

(Here is the link to the original post, [https://prompts-for-the-otp.tumblr.com/post/166004248858/prompt-167]  this is NOT my original idea so show some love ;)) 

A knock on the door makes Cordelia look up from her paperwork on the desk and answer, “Come in.” Then one of her girlfriends steps in, her pastel lavender dress and scarlet red hair immaculate. Cordelia removes her glasses and Wilhemina says, “We need to do something about y/n.” Wilhemina remains standing, placing both hands on the top of her cane as she looks down to the supreme. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Cordelia answers with furrowed brows. The redhead’s exterior softens as she looks into Cordelia’s golden eyes and she says, “She can’t seem to stop stealing our sweaters and wears them all-around the school so everyone can see.” Cordelia looks down and arranges her papers to hide her smile as she asks, “Did something provoke this, darling?” Wilhemina’s nostrils flare as she heatedly replies, “She took one of my sweaters and is out flaunting around with it in front of everyone!” Cordelia returns her gaze up to the towering witch and soothes, “I’ll take care of it.” Wilhemina’s dark lips give a hint of a smile and she murmurs a soft thank you.

Then as she steps to the door, Cordelia calls out Wilhemina’s name, making the woman stop and look back. The supreme’s lips form into a smirk as she teases, “Just out of curiosity, were you going to wear that sweater today?” Her pale cheeks turn a light pink and she answers, “Well…no. But it’s the principle of it.” Cordelia chuckles and murmurs, “I’ll get your sweaters back, my dear.” Wilhemina straightens up and makes a confident stride out to her own office. Then Cordelia pulls out a $50 bill from her wallet before writing a note, 

“Y/n, how about you go out and get yourself some sweaters for fall. Here’s some money and don’t forget to use my reusable bags for your items. Yours, C.” 

Then she steps out and places the note and money on the countertop. Once that’s finished, she heads back to her office and returns to her work…

 Instead of you coming in to speak to either of your girlfriends, drawing them out of their work, both women continue to work in their respective offices until Zoe comes to tell each of them dinner is ready. However, Cordelia becomes concerned when she enters the dining room and you are nowhere to be found. “Have any of you seen y/n?” She asks the group of witches gathered around. The girls look around and Mallory says, “I think she went out to Target.” Cordelia pulls out her phone and softly says, “Maybe I should call her.” But Wilhemina comes up beside her and softly soothes, “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s not a child and will probably be home soon.” Cordelia looks to her and lets out a sigh before admitting, “You’re right.” Then she replaces her phone in her pocket. Wilhemina sneaks her hand down to intertwine her fingers with Cordelia’s and they all sit down to eat dinner.

Everyone eats until they are more than full, but you still aren’t home, making Cordelia unsettled. As the girls begin to clean up from dinner, Wilhemina softly murmurs, “How about you text her? I’m sure she will be here any minute.” The blonde nods and pulls out her phone. However, before she even begins typing you enter with a drink holder and two of Cordelia’s reusable bags full of items. You smile and come up to your lovely girlfriends, giving Cordelia a peck on the cheek before sneaking a kiss on Wilhemina’s cheek. Cordelia lets out a soft chuckle at the way Wilhemina’s cheeks turn a rosy pink. Then she says, “Why don’t we go upstairs and see what you got?” You eagerly nod with a broad smile on your face as your excitement bursts at the seams. Cordelia wishes everyone good night before you three head upstairs.

Once you get to your room, you let out a squeak of excitement and Wilhemina closes the door as Cordelia takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Wilhemina joins her and you set the bags and drink carrier down, chirping, “The Target was completely remodeled so I took a lot longer than I planned.” Then you pull out two paper coffee cups and hand them to the women as you say, “There’s a Starbucks at Target now. So, I had to get us some pumpkin spice lattes to, you know, get in the fall spirit. I already drank mine.” They take the cups and Cordelia takes a drink before smiling and murmuring, “This does taste good. Thank you, sweetheart.” You give her a smile and step back to the bags, saying, “And when I was in line to buy those, I saw something too cute to pass on.” Then you pull out the cardboard box with the Starbuck’s logo, opening it as you say, “They had this mug,” and you pull it out revealing the item to them as you squeal, “and it looks like a pumpkin!” Both sets of eyes watch as you come up and hold out the mug. “Isn’t it cute?” You coo. Cordelia takes the mug and turns it over as she replies with a smile, “It is.” You melt under her smile and bite your lip, looking to the quiet red head who eyes down the mug with narrowed eyes.

You pause and watch her, uncertain, but Cordelia’s warm voice says, “What else did you get, sweetheart?” So, you return to face her and reply, “Since the whole store was redone, I wasn’t sure where the clothing section was, so I walked around and ended up in the Halloween section.” You go back to the bags and explain, “I almost made it all the way through when I saw this darling little thing.” Then you pull out a medium-sized stuffed animal that’s a black cat with a little witch’s hat. You give it a little pet and hold onto the soft, plush animal while you reach into the bag and say, “I saw something that made me think of you, Mina.” Her eyes widen, making you smile as you pull the item out. “There was this deep plum, almost black nail polish with purple glitter flecks.” She opens her mouth to say something, but you put up your hands before saying, “I know you don’t normally wear nail polish, but I thought we could use it when doing pedicures because…” Then you pull out a set of pumpkin spice scented body scrub and lotion. Your hands are full as you keep a hold of the cat, the nail polish, and the bottles of lotion and scrub, but you happily chirp, “I found these!” You carry the nail polish and skin products over to the witch in purple so she can see them up close. Cordelia smirks at a clearly shocked Wilhemina while you watch and grin.

After a moment, you take Cordelia’s hand with the arm that doesn’t hold the cat and say, “And don’t worry I didn’t forget about you, Delia.” She chuckles and her eyes glow as she murmurs, “I wouldn’t dream of it. What did you get for me, sweet girl?” You giggle and let go of her hand so you can return to the bags. “I know coffee isn’t your favorite beverage, so I was looking at the different tea options and found a pumpkin spice flavored tea!” You pull out the tin and open the lid before inhaling the scent of the loose-leaf tea mixture. “It smells amazing.” You tell her before handing off the item. You pull out the last item, telling Cordelia, “And I found something else for you.” Her eyebrow raises as you hold up the item and chirp, “It’s socks! With little teacups on them!” She chuckles and accepts the socks and this time you stay close to them, still holding the black cat in your arms. “I know the note said to buy sweaters, but I saw these different things and you both have done so much for me. So, I really wanted to get something special for you both.” You finish your statement and glance at Wilhemina who seems very quiet. Your hands nervously fist the warm, plum-colored sweater and you ask, “You—you like it, right?” While you search Wilhemina’s face, Cordelia also looks, nervous about her reaction. The red head holds the items up and looks to you with warm eyes as she murmurs, “I like them. That…that was very kind of you.” You let out the breath you were holding and smile at the praise, releasing the chokehold you had your poor cat in.

Then you look to Cordelia and she cups your face with her hand before saying with a smile, “I love them. Thank you, my sweet girl.” You blush and stammer, “Y-You’re welcome.” Then you bring the sleeves of the dark purple sweater you have on and ask, “Do you think we could possibly watch a Halloween movie together?” The blonde smiles and murmurs, “Of course. You pick one out and we will get into something more comfortable.” You back up to let them stand and Cordelia begins to walk to the closet. However, Wilhemina places a hand on your shoulder, making you look back to her. She gives you a small smile and murmurs, “Thank you for the nail polish and set of scrub and lotion, darling.” You grin up at her and reply, “You’re welcome.” Then she gives you a kiss, lingering on your lips a couple moments before walking over to the closet.

While they are changing, you pull out your laptop and place it on a bed tray towards the end of the bed. Then you pick out your favorite Halloween movie and slip off your jeans before sliding under the covers and arranging the pillows so you all can lean on them, keeping your new stuffed animal by your side. They both come out, Cordelia wearing a black lace negligee that falls about mid-thigh and Wilhemina wearing a matching set of royal purple silk pajama pants and tee. The blonde climbs in first, snuggling in beside you and kissing your cheek making you giggle and blush. Then Wilhemina comes up on the bed, but you both are shocked as Cordelia takes the red-head’s hand directing her to sit in the supreme’s lap. Wilhemina freezes up and her eyes go cold, but you keep quiet, knowing that the only one who dares to tell Miss Venable what to do is Cordelia. “Come now, Mina,” Cordelia purrs, knowing that nickname makes her melt, “a little cuddling won’t hurt anybody.” Her eyes flick between you and Cordelia and she withdraws her hand from Cordelia’s grip. In a low voice she grumbles, “If you get too handsy I will find somewhere else to sit.” Then she slowly eases back into Cordelia’s chest, still very stiff. Once she is seated, the blonde merely takes Wilhemina’s hand and rubs soothing circles over the top of it with her thumb.

You look to them both and ask, “Ready?” They both nod and say yes so you start the movie before leaning back and snuggling into Cordelia’s side as her arm wraps around your waist and keeps you and your stuffed animal close. As the movie continues, you notice that Wilhemina relaxes into the supreme’s embrace and doesn’t protest when Cordelia places her other arm around Wilhemina’s waist. You and Cordelia share a knowing look, but don’t say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment. Meanwhile both women keep sipping on their pumpkin spice lattes and as you stay close to Cordelia’s warm body, you find your eyelids getting heavy. Wilhemina seems to notice and asks, “Do you want to turn off the movie?” Immediately you perk up and shake your head as you say, “No! I’m awake, I promise.” They both chuckle and Cordelia soothes, “It’s okay, we’ll keep watching, darling.” You let out a sigh of relief and relax back into your original position. However, your drowsiness does win out, and you fall asleep with your head resting on Cordelia’s shoulder.

Once the movie stops playing, Wilhemina lets out a sigh and softly murmurs, “She’s asleep, isn’t she?” Cordelia chuckles and replies, “Yep.” Then she pauses, gently running her fingers through your hair as she says, “So much for her getting new sweaters.” Wilhemina glances at your sleeping figure and replies, “I don’t wear those old things anyways. It’s better for them to get some use than to just sit in the closet.” Cordelia giggles, knowing you can make Wilhemina cave without you even realizing it. Then they put the laptop and tray beside the bed before they both snuggle under the covers and fall asleep beside you.        

Tagged: @marilynroselleprentiss, @saviorinsilk, @chokemepaulson, @versonstar 

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[imagineredwood]

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2.7k

“I was thinking, maybe you could come see the garden one of these days…”

Camila let her voice trail off, her hand playing with Ezekiel’s fingers across the café table as she kept her eyes trained down.  She didn’t want to pressure him, make him feel that he had to agree since she was looking at him. Avoiding his gaze, she also didn’t see the smile that he gave but she did feel the squeeze of his hand and she looked up to find him smiling at her.

“I’d love to. I know you said you had a papaya tree that you needed some help planting.”

Camila squinted her eyes and tilted her head with a grin.

“How the hell did you remember that?”

EZ smiled himself and shrugged, now playing with her fingers as she had been doing with his. 

“I have a really good memory. Photographic. I can’t really forget anything. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Camila nodded at that in understanding.

“Ahh. Makes sense.”

There was a small silence before EZ spoke again.

“But yes, I’d love to go over and help you plant the tree. Just tell me when.”

“Maybe this evening? It won’t be so hot, and the dirt will be easier to move.”  

EZ drank the last of his coffee and pushed the cup to the side.

“I’ll be there. What’s the address?”

Camila recited it to him and then reached for her purse, ready to write it down for him when he tapped the side of his head with his index finger.  

“Good memory, remember?”

Camila laughed then and shrugged.

“That makes one of us.” 

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“Wow.”

That was the only word that came to EZ’s mind as he looked around Camila’s backyard. She had bashfully led him to the garden when he’d gotten there.

‘It’s not the best garden, but it’s mine.’ She had said. Except it was the nicest garden he had seen before because it was bright and warm and humble. Just like Camila. There was every color you could think of. The bright scarlet of the tomatoes plump as they hung on the intertwined branches in the pot off to the corner, the nearly florescent yellow of the lemons a stark contract in the green of the large tree against the fence they grew from, the orange of the pumpkins that were growing in the patch.  He looked at her with a smile and she motioned for him to explore. He walked along the path that was laid out in stones, looking into the rectangle garden beds, seeing all of the produce that was growing. The broccoli, the squash, the bell peppers in every color. He looked all around, taking everything in and he couldn’t help but think that maybe had his mom lived, maybe her garden would have one day looked like this. The thought made him smile and he turned back around, facing Camila.

“Let’s plant that tree.” 

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EZ sipped at his glass of lemonade quietly and so did Camila, both standing inside and looking at the garden though the sliding doors while the sunset. The blues and purples and pinks and oranges. The tree was planted and EZ had even helped her pick a few weeds that were growing before she had brought him inside her home and shown him around. She had shown him the corner that she had turned into somewhat of a little library, the bookshelf half full, a comfortable burgundy recliner and coffee table arranged together. He had seen the little altar she had set up by the entrance to the hallway, pictures of her family that had passed on, small offerings laid on the glass with La Virgen overlooking it. EZ had walked up on instinct and of course done his ritual to her as he always did when leaving the clubhouse. Camila had looked on with a smile, the gentleness, and adoration with which he regarded the statue endearing. He’d then pointed to the four pictures and Camila had revealed. Abuela, tío, and primo. EZ had nodded and touched the frames of their pictures with the same gentleness.

Now they sat together, hand in hand in silence, enjoying the sunset. First five minutes had passed then ten and now the sky was all a dark blue, the sun long gone even as they sat enjoying each other’s company. It was the repeated ringing from EZ’s phone that pulled his attention back to the present and Camila let his hand go, allowing him to pull the phone from the pocket of his kutte. She reached over and grabbed for his empty glass as well as hers, standing and motioning towards the house.

“I’m gonna go wash these, let you take that.”

EZ nodded with a smile and watched as she headed inside, answering Angel.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Bishop wants us on a job tonight. Meet me at the clubhouse.”

EZ sighed, not wanting to leave Camila just yet, but he knew that saying no wasn’t an option. Whatever was asked of him, he would do it. His life and his freedom were banking on this club and he wouldn’t dare sabotage his chance.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll be there in 20.”

There was some silence on Angel’s side and when he spoke again, EZ could hear the grin in his voice.

“You’re with her, aren’t you?”

EZ chuckled and ran his hand over his head.

“Yeah, but I’ll be there. Just let me say goodbye.”

“Hope you used a condom.”

EZ didn’t bother answering back Angel, just hung up with a shake of his head and stood, tucking his phone back into the pocket that he took it out of. He opened the sliding door and stepped back into the house, taking a deep breath of the scent of vanilla that was all over her house. Closing the door behind him and locking it, he made his way into the kitchen and found her standing at the sink.  He smiled as he stood against the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he watched her. She could feel his eyes and she turned, looking back at him and smiling.

“What?”

EZ pushed himself off the wall and walked over towards her, wrapping his arms around from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as she ran the sponge along the mug.

“I gotta head out. The club needs me.”

Camila finished rinsing the mug and placed it to dry on the mat, turning in his arms and facing him with a smile.

“OK. Thanks for coming and spending time with me.”

She placed her hands flat on his chest and he leaned down to press as kiss to the tip of her nose. She wrinkled it and sniffled softy, earning a laugh from him.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could stay longer. I just, I gotta meet Angel.”

Camila nodded and patted his chest.

“Don’t be. I understand. Don’t worry about it.”

EZ looked down at her in adoration. They were still taking things slow, just enjoying getting to know each other more and more. She was his girl now, after he’d finally gotten the balls to ask. He’d opened up to her more and more slowly, about his mom, about his dad. He’s told her a bit about how he had gotten into reading when he was locked up. In turn, she had told him more about herself, from childhood memories to all the little things. He felt like he really knew her, already able to read her and understand what she meant even when she never said it directly. He, on the other hand, had much more to hide than her and he felt guilty at times, listening as she told him all about herself freely while he had so many secrets that he kept from her. She was smart and he was almost positive that she knew he was keeping things from her, but she never pressed, just gave him space and reassurance that she would always listen whenever he wanted to say anything. He thought back to what Felipe had said, about allowing himself to be happy, to move on and enjoy having something that he didn’t have to hide and enjoying it he was.

“Thank you, Cam. For everything lately.”

Camila gave a warm smile and removed her hands from his chest, reaching up with them to take his face in her hands.

“You’re welcome.”

She leaned up and pressed her lips to his then pulled away and ran her thumbs along his jaw line.

“You gotta get going, remember?”

EZ nodded and looked down for a minute before smirking and leaning forward, kissing her again.

“One for the road.”

Camila rolled her eyes and laughed but he could still feel the bashfulness coming from her. He released her and she released him, hand on his back as she followed him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. Taking a step outside, EZ turned and looked back at her, eyes tired but happy as they looked at him.  

“Dad says he had some carne de res for you at the shop, pick it up sometime tomorrow.”

Camila nodded and waved as he made his way to his bike.

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

Camila waited until he had his helmet on and had pulled out of her driveway before she turned around and headed back inside, locking the door behind her. EZ looked both ways and then drove down the street, heading towards the clubhouse, neither of them noticing KJ parked against the curb at the end of the block. 

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“I was told I had a gift to pick up.”

Felipe smiled as he heard Camila’s voice and turned around from sweeping. She stood there with a smile and he leaned the broom against the wall, reaching over to give her a hug. He wrapped on arm around her middle while she respectfully left a kiss on his cheek.

“You were told correctly.”

Felipe made his way towards the back of the show and motioned to her over his shoulder.

“Vente.”

Camila followed him to the freezer, waiting and looking around as he pulled the heavy door open and stepped inside, grabbing a plastic bag from the shelf.

“All cleaned and cut up for you.”

Camila gratefully took the bag from him and held it in both of her hands in front of her.

“Thank you, Felipe.”

“De nada, niña.”

Following him back out to the main part of the store, Camila placed her bag down on the table and looked back at him, a grin on her face.

“Do you like pie?”

Felipe blinked, not expecting her to have asked that nor the excitement she showed as she asked. Something told him that she enjoyed baking and so he nodded.

“I do.”

“What’s your favorite kind?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.

“I always did love the cherry pie that the boy’s mom used to make.”

Camila nodded, her smile still ever-present, but his word choice wasn’t lost on her. He did that often, distancing himself from memories when he spoke of them. Camila said nothing about it and simply exaggeratedly nodded her head once, lips pursed as she grabbed her bag once again.

“Then a cherry pie it is. Nos vemos.”

“Camila,”

She walked out of the store before the older man could protest and he grabbed his broom again with a chuckle and a shake of his head while Camila walked up the road to the bookstore to start her shift. 

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It was thirty minutes to closing time when Camila heard the bell of the front door ding, a customer coming into the store. She was in the back by the boxes, organizing them and setting them aside so that she could stock the shelves.

“Camila, you have a customer.”

Sandra called out to her from the front desk and Camila knitted her brows, making her way back to the front, putting a smile on as she greeted the customer.

“Hi, what can I help you find?”

As soon as the man turned around from the new released shelf and faced her, she remembered him. She tried not to let her smile faulter, nor let her face show what her brain was thinking. He smiled at her as they made eye contact.

“Hi. I was actually looking for kids’ books. Bedtime stories specifically.”

Camila stayed quiet for a second, caught off guard by his request but she recovered quickly and motioned to the left side, taking a step.

“Over here.”

He was dressed differently this time, regular jeans and a white tee and she figured he was probably heading home.

“You have a family?”

Kevin nodded and smiled softly, looking at the various books that were there.

“You?”

“No, not yet.”

The conversation died off then and Camila cleared her throat, slowly walking back to the boxes.

“Well I hope you find something good. Sandra will check you out in the front when you’re done.”

“Thanks, Camila.”

Her foot faltered as she took a step, looking back slightly as he said her name. He kept his gaze down, looking intently over the children’s books and Camila continued walking heading to the back of the store.

When he left, she wasn’t sure. She finished organizing the boxes and stocked the new books before going go the back and getting her things. She waved to Sandra and she clocked out and then headed out to her car, putting her things in the trunk before getting in, driving back to Felipe’s carniceria instead of heading home. Hopping out, she walked in and Felipe looked up, smiling at her as usual. It wavered as he looked at her though and even though she was trying to hide it, Felipe read her easily.

“What’s wrong?”

Camila shook her head, not wanting to come off sounded paranoid or nosey.

“Remember that guy that came here that time I was having lunch with you? Kevin?”

Felipe’s smile was gone entirely now, and he hesitated before nodding.

“Yeah.”

“He said he was a family friend. That true?”

Felipe stayed quiet again, this time for longer. He wasn’t sure what EZ had told her or what he wanted her to know, and he didn’t want to be the one to end up saying too much. Camila could sense his apprehension and winced, blowing out a breath.

“Perdoname, señor. I didn’t mean to stick my nose in your private life, I just…you seemed nervous with him when I was here last time. Is he…is he dangerous?”

Felipe shook his head. Truth was, KJ was more dangerous than anyone at the moment given EZs circumstances, but he knew what Camila meant. She wanted to know if he would hurt her.

“No. Why?”

Camila looked out the window then, not speaking for a couple of seconds.

“Because he came into the bookstore today, asked for me by name. I know it’s a not a big town, people run into each other often but when I was here that time, he knew my name before I had ever even met him. I don’t mean to offend you if he is close with you. I just…I don’t know.”

Felipe looked down as Camila laughed at herself, running a hand through her hair and tossing it over to one side.

“I know, I’m just being way too over observant. Making something out of nothing. I always do that. Lo siento.”

Looking back up, Felipe sighed and walked around the counter to stand in front of her. He looked at her intently and didn’t say anything for a while. Camila stood still, heart stammering as she wondered if she had overstepped her boundaries. Her and EZ were barely an item and now here she was, in his father’s shop, expressing distrust over a family friend that had been in the picture far longer than her. She looked down at her shoes, head bowed low in embarrassment.  

“I’m sorry, Felipe. Really. I didn’t mean to be rude. I-“

Camila stopped as Felipe held up his hand, silencing her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Camila.”

He went to the front of the store and flipped the sign, the carniceria now closed before he turned and pointed to the chair there at the table.

“Sit. I’m gonna go make us some coffee.” 

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[whompingcauldron]

BULLY - Sirius Black

SIRIUS BLACK X READER

WARNINGS: None

PROMPT: Where Sirius apologises

MASTERLIST

Your dark robes swayed, as you entered the dining hall you had missed so much. The floating candles made the bewitched ceiling glow, you sat down with your best friends; Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans, two strikingly beautiful girls, the three of you hit off since you shared a dormitory together.

Your stomach grumbled as your E/C eyes flicked from the large wooden door to your best friends, Marlene was twirling a golden lock around her wand and Lily's nose was stuck into a book.

Finally, the doors flung open, nervous first years stumbled in, anxious, nervous, for what was about to happen, you always enjoyed this typical yearly scene, it amused you to see these eleven and twelve-year-olds stressed about getting sorted. At the end of the table, were the one and only; Marauders, a group of four boys who practically ruled the school. The leader; James Potter was an arrogant git, who bullied Severus Snape, Lily's friend, and others, the genuinely smart and friendly one; Remus Lupin, he was a good student and took care of his friends, though after a certain period of time he would come to school, covered in scars and bruises, it caused a lot of gossips, next was the outcast; Peter Pettigrew; a short (he has a strong resemblance to a rat as Marlene had stated) boy with small watery eyes, he trailed behind those three boys constantly, and finally, the womaniser; Sirius Black; girls drooled all over him, constantly trying to lure him into their bed, only a few girls had managed to get him alone, but it was nothing serious. The Marauders were snickering and howling with laughter, they always seemed to be up to something, and that something wasn't good.

Gryffindor had gained thirteen new pupils, you hoped that they'd make Godric Gryffindor proud, and yourself, you were a prefect and very proud of that. Remus Lupin was also a prefect, so you spent most of your duties with him, he was kind to you and never seemed to bore you, he'd tell you about something stupid Peter had said, or how James had yet again, failed to seduce Lily. This, of course, you already knew, Lily ranted about how he had the brain of a common toad, that he was badly mannered and that he should give up. Halfway through Dumbledore's speech, Sirius groaned loudly, which made everyone turn to him.

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'Well, Mr Black, you are right on queue as I was about to say; Let the feast, begin!' cheered the professor.

You chuckled to yourself as you watched the first years' jaws drop in awe, the goblets filled themselves with sweet pumpkin juice, plates stacked with mounds of delicious food, and absolutely mouth-watering pudding. You and your best friends chatted supper away, mouths stuffed with pies, the three of you talked about a wide variety of topics. Bedtime arrived soon, tonight was the only night where you wouldn't be on duty, you planned to spend the night engulfing sweets and gossiping.

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Morning arrived at a supersonic speed, you dragged your tired self out of bed and into the bathroom, eyeing your messy reflection, vivid purple under-eye bags could be seen along with your h/c hair tangled. You cleaned yourself up and put on your perfectly folded uniform, you'd always wondered who did all of this work. It was quite early and no one was really awake, so you took 'Witch Weekly' and headed down to the common room, the sizzling logs from the fire slightly shifted as the fire crackled. Indulged into your magazine, reading the advice column, you didn't notice the four infamous Marauders walk into the room, Sirius' silky black hair caught your attention and you looked up from your book, he noticed you looking and winked at you and you inaudibly gagged. Remus furrowed his brows at Sirius and turned to you.

'Oh, hey Y/N," he waved at you, 'we've got our prefect duties later don't forget.'

'Yep, I know.' you sighed,

'Well, catch you later, bye!'

You watched as they scrambled out the circular room, not even bothering to know what they were up to. The room glowed a gorgeous golden colour as the roaring fire illuminated it, you eyed the scarlet tapestries and the bulletin board, that was soon to be covered in important notices about Hogsmeade, N.E.W.T.S, O.W.L.S and such. Swinging your legs over the squashy armchair you sat in, you walked over to the tall grandfather clock by the entrance and read the time; 7:20 AM, almost time for breakfast. Walking out of the portrait hole, clenching your magazine and you're worn out satchel that slouched over your left shoulder, hopping onto a moving staircase, you made your way down to breakfast.

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Pouring yourself some Pixie Puffs, you listened carefully to Lily.

'It's a rather interesting subject, I mean why do we keep certain animals as pets when they're obviously dangerous.'

'Well, maybe because there's no record of them doing no harm.' suggested Marlene,

'Possibly. But, I think it's alright if the person who's taking care of them was a professional.' you said honestly.

Lily rolled her eyes, ready to prove you wrong, but Marlene quickly interrupted.

'Anyways, have you heard about Frank and Alice?'

'What about them?' asked Lily.

You were suddenly very intrigued, Marlene leaned in, ready to spill the tea.

'Rumour has it that, she'd been waiting all summer for him to ask her out, eventually, she got sick and tired of lying there day after day waiting for him to ask her, soooo...'

'So? Come on, finish!' you urged,

'Wait, don't tell me-'

But before Lily could finish, Marlene squealed like a piglet.

'She asked him out! And, to no surprise, he said yes!'

'Merlin's beard! Are you serious?' you croaked, choking on your cereal,

'I was about to ask if she'd done that.' laughed the auburn-haired girl.

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After a few of your morning classes, you had a free period, so the three of you headed off to the Clock Tower Courtyard, hoping to be able to start your essay on Veritaserum. It was a calm day, and you wanted to be in advance, although you knew that Marlene would start getting bored and boundlessly blab to you about her struggles with boys. Sitting down on the freshly mown grass, you pulled out a spare book and placed it on your lap, layering on a brand new piece of parchment, grabbing your ink you dipped it into some ink and started scribbling on information.

halfway through your essay, you noticed two notorious boys hexing a Slytherin boy, Sirius and James versus Severus, Lily shot up, storming up to them, boiling with rage, you quickly grabbed her arm.

'Let me take care of this, otherwise, Potter'll be asking you out, again.' you told her.

She pursed her lips and slightly nodded, sitting back down next to Marlene, who was impatiently watching you march off.

'Leave him alone!' you barked,

'L/N, come to ruin our free period?' snarled James,

'You two better stop now, or I'll be sending you off to detention with Professor McGonagall in a shoebox.' you threatened,

'Why don't you tail along your two little friends, as usual, seems to be the only good thing you do.' implied Sirius.

'You'll regret saying that.' you bellowed,

'What're you gonna do, huh? Turn me into a matchstick, very harmful.' teased the boy.

You growled loudly and flicked your wand, sending Sirius flying, pointing it at James, he backed up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender.

'Alright, alright, relax.'

Stomping off, you snatched up your books and ran up to the astronomy tower, you could feel the steam blowing out of your ears and nose, glaring at people who looked at you oddly, you were going to hide in the library but right now you needed fresh air. A couple of students and teachers tried to ask you what was wrong but you ignored them.

Perched on the railing, head in your palms, you stared at the passing students. Breathing in the fresh air, you relaxed. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps shuffle behind you, swiftly turning around, your eyes met the eyes a boy's grey ones, a boy just a few minutes you had hexed.

'What do you want?' you scowled,

'I just wanted to say, to say sorry.'

'Since when does the Sirius Black apologise?' you asked, moving closer to him,

'Ever since he's developed a crush on the Y/N L/N.' said Sirius lightly smiling.

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could say anything, Sirius literally took the breath out of you, he placed his rough lips on your soft ones. The kiss was awkward at first, but it slowly melted into something passionate yet gentle, you felt him grin into the kiss, slowly pulling away.

'Well, what are we?' you questioned,

'Not quite sure, but we'll figure it out.' he responded,

Taking your hand in his and placing a weak kiss on the back of your hand.

'I know we will'

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A/N: I don't really like the ending, but hope you enjoyed it! <3

[livingcorner]

What to Grow in a Kitchen Garden

Kitchen gardens are making a comeback! We all want the freshest and most nutritious, flavorful food possible. What could be easier than having the fixin’s for tonight’s supper growing right outside the back door? Start small! Here’s how to plant a kitchen garden—with ideas on what which vegetables to grow.

Imagine waking up in the morning and breakfasting on your own garden—gathering gold orange cherry tomatoes or strawberries for breakfast. Cultivating a garden full of your favorite vegetables is a practical way to save a bundle on your grocery bill and it also makes meal planning a snap.

You're reading: What to Grow in a Kitchen Garden

Make a Tiny Kitchen Garden!

What’s great about a kitchen garden is that it can be manageable, not overwhelming.  How about a simple raised bed that’s 12 x 12 feet? Small spaces can be surprising productive! 

To get started, observe how the sun falls in your garden and for how long. You’ll need 6 to 8 hours of sunlight a day for many vegetables. 

Locating your garden near your backdoor makes harvesting fresh produce super convenient. If you lack a good sunny location for your garden in the backyard, your kitchen garden will look good enough to grow out front.

Ideally, the garden can be close enough to the house that you can access a hose or a spigot. Plus,

Your soil should have good drainage. You’ll probably need to amend most soils with compost or organic matter.

If your soil is really poor, consider raised beds and buying soil and organic composted manure. Raised beds work especially well in small spaces. Just avoid timber treated with chemicals.

Plan an easy access layout, varying the height of different crops.

Make the most of your space with some container crops.

Many dwarf fruit trees can be grown in pots, and tender plants that can be moved inside in winter

Try growing vertical, too! Trellises can hide eyesore while supporting vining crops such as tomato, cucumbers, and squash.

Don’t forget to include some edible blooms, too, such as nasturtium, borage, and flowering herbs. They will attract pollinators and add welcome color. 

See our tiny garden kitchen! We created a pocket-size plot that was only 10 x 14 feet. With a lot of thinking and planning, it produced two wonderful harvests, fresh salad, herbs, fruit, veggies and even pumpkins (vining). See what you think. Have you a spare nook doing nothing?

Read more: Using A Digging Fork – Learn When To Use Digging Forks In The Garden

Great Foods for a Kitchen Garden

Plan your kitchen garden with your favorite foods in mind. Here are some ideas!

Love Italian cuisine? Plant lots of ‘San Marzano’ paste tomatoes, ‘Corno di Toro’ peppers, ‘Genovese’ basil, and ‘Cocozelle’ squash.

Crave spring salads? Who could resist tender lettuces you’d never find in the grocery store such as ‘Blushed Butter’, ‘Flashy Trout Back’, or ‘Little Gem’ and don’t forget thin-skinned ‘Diva’ cukes, crispy radishes, and ‘Sungold’ cherry tomatoes.

Planning on canning? You’ll want to grow plenty of ‘Boston Pickling’ cucumbers, ‘Bouquet’ dill, and ‘Blue Lake’ pole beans for making pickles and dilly beans.

Read more: The Garden City Movement genealogy project

Salsa a staple on your table? Tailor your garden to your taste by growing peppers with just the right amount of spice. Try ‘Ancho’ for slight heat, ‘Early Jalapeno’ for medium fire, or crazy-hot ‘Ghost’ peppers for the true chile-heads.

Do you detect a theme? Just as meal planning is easier when you work around a theme, gardens can have themes too. Think ethnic—Thai, Greek, French, Mexican, Russian—whatever family your favorite  foods belong to. Those specialty vegetables that would cost you dearly at the store can be easily grown at home.

Go Gourmet! To really save money, try growing the pricey gourmet foods that you love but can’t afford to buy. Arugula, endive, edamame, filet beans, purple asparagus, white eggplant, shallots, and mesclun are easy to grow.

Remember, many vegetables can be decorative as well as nourishing. Frilly, red-leaved lettuces make a colorful edible edging, scarlet runner beans or purple-podded pole beans are beautiful as well as tasty, and ‘Bright Lights’ Swiss chard comes in an array of eye-catching neon colors. If garden space is at a premium, just plant what you love most and enjoy it at its peak.

Inspired to plan a kitchen garden?  See some sample kitchen garden layouts and start dreaming!

Source: https://livingcorner.com.au Category: Garden

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[broke-bts-stan]

Get to Know Me Tag

So I was tagged by @nambewb to do this tag. 

I dunno who to tag to be honest, so I wanna tag all of my followers that might be interesting in doing the tag as a whole, or part of it. Which ever you feel more comfortable with. 

I hope that it’s not super boring, and if it is then oops, sorry :)

Name: I go by Kara  

Nicknames: Kara honestly is my nickname, tho if you have any nicknames for me, by all means go for it

Gender: female

Zodiac: THE LION!!

Height: A short (average) bean aka 5’3

Time: 8:34

Favourite Musicians: This is a long list so here are a few of them: Shinee, BTS, Janelle Monae, The Rose, Day 6, Stefflon Don, Villain from PLT, Gallant, KNK, Astro, Cavetown, Daniel Caesar, Moka Boka, Dean, etc.

song stuck in my head: Flamingo by Kero Kero Bonito

last thing i googled: On my phone: One Fear meme template  On my Computer: Death of Superman / Reign of Supermen

last movie i saw: Death of Superman / Reign of Supermen

last song i listened to: Never Rebellion by Phantasmagoria

other blogs: 

My main blog: @xxxanimangxxx 

cutesy side blog: @pastelkara

 edgey blog: @zara-kara

 a yaoi blog that was supposed to be a shared blog with a friend: @karaandthemexican

do i get asks: Not really but I would love to, i love talking with people and answering their questions or quirky comments

why did i choose my username: I wanted to make  BTS blog and wanted something creative but shows who I am, aka I am literally a broke BTS stan

following: if this is referring to how many people are following me, then 242

amount of sleep i get: if i’m on break then 8. If it’s during the academic semester, then 3-6 maybe

lucky numbers: I don’t have one, or rather i never thought of having a lucky number

what i’m wearing: a heated blanket and sweatpants to fend off tundra season aka winter

dream job: Something creative, but also teaching english in foreign countries

dream trips: Puerto Rico, Korea, Japan, Thailand, Netherlands, Germany...BASICALLY EVERYWHERE

favourite foods: chicken because i’m picky...

instruments: I can play Clarinet, Violin, Piano. I wanna learn french horn tho

favourite songs: This question is mean since I listen to so much music. I guess from what i’ve been listening to currently: Consideration: Rihanna, 16 Shot: Stefflon Don, All Night: Soyou, Flamingo: Kero Kero Bonito, Sunflower: Post Malone, Merry Go Round: Yohio

relationship status: Single to the 10th power

favourite colours: Purple!!! Just about any shade

three books:

My top recs are:

Night Circus

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Jerusalem Ablaze

three tv shows:

My recs are:

Scarlet Heart

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Brooklyn 99

book i’m reading now: Tower of Dawn by Sarah J Maas

how many blankets do you sleep in: one to four depending on the weather

anything i want: funds for school, Tickets to Red Velvet, KNK and Sunmi

languages spoken: English

nationality: American

favorite fruit: Pineapple and Pears

favorite season: Any warm season plus the beginning of Fall

favorite scent: Pumpkin Spice from Bath and Bodyworks but only the room spray version

favorite animal: Wolves

coffee, tea, hot chocolate: TEA!!! Preferably with Sugar and Lemon

favorite fictional character(s): OOF! Rhysand from the ACOTAR series, Martian Manhunter from Justice League, Nightcrawler from X-Men, Jason Todd from Batfam, Wang Wook and Wang Jung from Scarlet Heart, Hansung from Hwarang, and Merlin from Seven Deadly Sins currently. My faves change depending on what i’m looking at currently

blog created: uuuuhhhh I wanna say some time last year, but since last year felt so long, it could easily have been in 2017

favorite subject: Physical Education, Theatre Courses

hogwarts house: I’m a Honey Badger aka a Hufflepuff

[jack-beresford]

Kousa Dogwood; Kousa; Korean Dogwood; Chinese Dogwood;    Japanese Dogwood   (Cornus kousa)

Mature Size - (15-30′ x 15-30′)

Shape and Form - Small deciduous flowering tree or multi-stemmed shrub, with a vase-shaped habit in the early years but eventually maturing to a more rounded form. More upright in form than Flowering Dogwood (C. florida).

Growth Habit - Slow growth rate.

Leaves - Oval, pointed leaves (to 4” long) are dark green, but usually turns attractive shades of reddish-purple to scarlet in autumn. Leaves are dark green on top, and light green to white on bottom.

Flowers - Bloom occurs in late spring. The showy parts of the Kousa dogwood “flower” (3-5” across) are the four narrowly pointed petal-like white bracts which surround the center cluster of insignificant, yellowish-green, true flowers. Blooms about 2 or 3 weeks after C. florida and often features a comparatively more profuse bloom that persists for longer. Flower buds are pointed and shaped like an onion, a good identification feature.

Fruit/Seeds - Flowers are followed by berry-like fruits (to 1” diameter) which mature to a pinkish red in summer and persist into fall. Fruits are edible, but are usually left for the birds. 

Bark - Mottled, exfoliating, tan and gray bark on mature trees is attractive in winter.

Region - Native to eastern Asia, including parts of China, Korea, and Japan. The only place it has naturalized in North America is in areas of New York.

Hardiness Zones - (5-8)

Habitat/Growing Conditions - Best grown in humusy, organically rich, medium moisture, acidic to neutral, well-drained soils in full sun to part shade. Performs well in sandy loams. Appreciates regular moisture during hot summers.

Plant Community - NA

Eco-indicator - NA

Other info -  Fruits are edible, but are usually left for the birds. Generally considered to have too many seeds to be enjoyed thoroughly by humans. Fruit is good-tasting, and is said to taste like a cross between a mango and pumpkin. It is used in jellies, pies, and wines.

Flower buds are pointed and shaped like an onion, a good identification feature.

Often visited by birds and bees.

Considered by some to be superior in ornamental quality to the Flowering Dogwood (Cornus florida) because of the former’s profuse blooming and fruiting, disease resistance, and more reliable form. Though, it should be noted that the Flowering Dogwood features a number of its own interesting ornamental characteristics.

I suspect the pictures taken by myself at the Arnold Arboretum are of a cultivar of Cornus kousa, though labeled as the species. The profuse fruiting observed suggest this.

Current Nursery Status and Availability - Easily available in nursery trade, as are several cultivars and varieties. Dirr lists a number of cultivars of this species in his 6th edition woody plants manual, some of which are included below.

var. chinensis - This form supposedly flowers more freely and produces larger flower bracts, with leaves that are also said to be larger than average. The validity of this variety, however, is questioned by some authorities.

'Beni Fuji' - This form bears the deepest red-pink bracts of any C. kousa cultivar, even stronger than 'Satomi'. The color may not be as strong in warm summer areas.

'Elizabeth Lustgarten' and 'Lustgarten Weeping' - Notable for their weeping habits, this duo of cultivars grow to 15' with branches that arch downwards and bear white blooms. The habit is rounded and gentle, thus a mature specimen is attractive.

'Gold Star' - The center of each leaf has a broad gold band on this cultivar, with stems that are somewhat reddish. It is relatively slow-growing, but in time does form a small-medium rounded tree. The flower bracts are white, and the contrast between the red fruit and gold-splashed foliage can be striking.

'Little Beauty' - This plant forms a small, densely branched tree that may never exceed 15' tall. Other traits are as per the species.

'Milky Way' - One of the most common cultivars in the trade, this selection of var. chinensis is, however, probably composed of over a dozen similar clones. The plant is extremely floriferous and sets a very heavy crop of fruit. When in bloom, the pure white bracts can conceal the foliage.

'Satomi' (aka 'Rosabella') - This is a very popular cultivar said to develop bright pink bracts. In the United States, however, the warm summers seem to dull the color. As a result, most plants bloom light pink or white-pink. The color can vary from season to season, but 'Beni Fuji' probably has deeper pink bracts.

'Snowboy' - This form sports gray-green leaves that are edged in white, with occasional splashes of variegation throughout the foliage. While the plant is attractive when well grown, it is very slow-growing and is best sited in a shady location to avoid leaf scorch.

'Summer Stars' - The flower bracts on this selection are not as large as those of other cultivars, but they are retained longer. Blooms heavily and grows to 25' tall with a vase shape.

'Temple Jewel' - This is an interesting variegated form with leaves that show a light marbling of green, gold and light pink that turns mostly green with age. It grows well to 20' tall and wider with a dense habit. The bracts are white.

'Variegata' - Various clones exist with differing degrees of yellow or white variegation. The pattern may be unstable, plus the plants can produce green growth reversions. Most are slower growing and benefit from siting in some shade.

'Wolf Eyes' - This is a very popular variegated form with leaves that show a uniform white margin. The leaf margins are often prominently wavy, as well. The variegation pattern is quite stable and resistant to burning, though a shaded planting site is still desirable. In fall, the leaves develop attractive pink to red coloration. The plant is shrubby and slow-growing, to 10' tall and wide.

http://www.missouribotanicalgarden.org/PlantFinder/PlantFinderDetails.aspx?kempercode=j910

http://www.hort.uconn.edu/plants/detail.php?pid=125

https://plants.ces.ncsu.edu/plants/all/cornus-kousa/

http://www.eattheplanet.org/kousa-dogwood-fruit/

Dirr - “Manual of Woody Landscape Plants”

Wessels - “Reading the Forested Landscape”

[darthbloodorange]

Edibles in my Garden

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Edibles in my Garden Rating: Gen Universe: Non-Fandom / Gardening Pairings: N/a Characters: N/a Warnings: None Major Tags: Edible Plants, Herbs, Vegetables, Fruit ~ Summery: Drawings of some of the plants in my garden.

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I have missed some, such as the Scarlet Runner Bean.

Plants shown in art: Cucumber, Cauliflower, Capsicum, Onion, Purple Climbing beans, Brussels Sprout, Dragons Tongue Bean, Blueberry, Kiwi Berry, Tomatoes, Strawberry, Garlic, Sunflower, Butternut Pumpkin, Rockmelon (Cantaloupe), Blackcurrant, Marigold, Nasturtium, Pansy, Red Warty Think AKA Victor Pumpkin, Cherry, Yellow Beans, Striped Capsicum, Joe’s Long Cayenne Pepper, Kumquat, Eagle Eye Pepper, Red Rooster Bean, Parsnip, Beetroot, Peach, Apricot, Carrots, Red Finger Lime, Grapefruit, Lemons, Limes, Lettuce, Blood Oranges, Plum, Sunset Runner Bean, Pear, Apples, Tasmanian Mountain Pepper, Ruby Grapefruit, Oregano, Social Garlic, Rose, Tangelo, Potatoes, Marjoram, Grapes, Thyme, Basil, Nectarine x Peach, , Raspberry, Lavender, Mint, Parsley, Sage, Broad Bean, Lemon Balm, Coriander, Tarragon, Lemon Grass, Rosemary, Chives...