#a discovery of witches fic

[superspookyjanelle]

OC AESTHETIC: Riversong Hargrove

❝ The wolf who wins is the wolf you feed. The evil wolf feeds on anger, guilt, sorrow, lies, and regret. The good wolf needs a diet of love and honesty, spiced up with big spoonfuls of compassion and faith. So if you want the good wolf to win, you're going to have to starve the other one. ❞

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[holb32]

Does anyone know any good Gallowglass de Clermont fics, Balwin Montclair, and any others? I'm trying to find some, but there's barely any...

[dreamlandcreations]

Turning point

vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Reader (A Discovery of Witches AU)

Summary: You are the brightest student he ever met and after he reveals his true nature he can't refuse your request to make you his to let you take part in the experiments for a cure...

Warnings: I have only seen a few episodes of DoW, mention of death, blood drinking, height difference, age difference, idk?, reader basically offering up to be a lab rat but not really, another idea for another series, soooo basically a teaser... and angst (how did this teasing almost fluffy idea get so f–cking angsty?!?!)

He didn't know what he was expecting from the handful of students he just revealed to the truth about the existence of his kind. It's not like he had much to lose, as Genya so politely put it. They were running out of time and despite David's undeniably genius approach and progress so far, it wasn't enough.

Aleksander was carefully inspecting the faces of the students. At first, most of them thought they were joking but after the realisation hit and they started to accept what he was saying, only a few of them were still afraid, but most of them turned into knowledge-seeking academics with hundreds of questions. By the end, everyone has been swept away into learning more about them. Everyone, except you.

That hint of amusement hadn't left your expression since he uttered the word vampire. It didn't take Aleksander long to realise that you already knew.

After living such a long life as he has, not much could surprise him anymore. So it always baffled him when you did just that, no matter how many times it happened before, with the first occasion being the moment you met. However, he was never as perplexed as of now, looking at you with countless questions of his own while he did his best to answer the other students.

With the session finally coming to an end, you approached him and started to speak for the first time today.

"You know you need more samples." It was not an observation but an offer, maybe even a request and your cool tone makes his control snap in a second.

"You knew." He practically growls the accusation and the sound sends a chill along your spine but a gasp later you continue to defy and taunt him, never one to back down.

"Yes?" The answer, with the mockingly raised eyebrow, sounds more like a question, a 'so what?' of sorts and it breaks down another wall in his carefully crafted walls.

Aleksander moves quicker than your eyes could process, standing an inch away from you, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you to look up at him.

It's a warning but despite your racing heart, you are not afraid.

"What do you think you'll get by this?"

"Time."

He scoffs and lets you go, turning away, trying to collect his thoughts and control his emotions while his instincts are clawing at him to do what you asked. Time. One of the things he still can't get used to is how little you need words to make him understand your meaning, like there's already a bond between you that would enable you to read the other's thoughts.

Time. Time with your beloved books and with him. He remembers your first real conversation, right after you questioned everything and argued at every point during his first class that semester.

You stumbled into him in the library with an absurdly big pile of books and somehow that led to a conversation with a moment still engraved in his mind as he felt the same claws tempting him to make you his that were threatening to tear him apart now.

He asked if you planned to read all that today and after confirmation, he remarked that it would be a long night spent in the library and you should take some time to rest. To which you replied that life is too short and if you had your way you wouldn't waste time on sleep when there's so much to do and even more to learn. The irony of that is you spent all those hours talking to him instead and when he playfully apologized to rob you of your time that you meant to use more usefully, you answered without hesitation that you couldn't have found a better use for it.

The yearning you felt for each other was undeniable from that moment but he would never act on it. His reason always won, until now.

"We'll take samples now and after. You can't deny the value of a new subject like that."

Your clinical approach was driving him mad. Like you didn't listen to him explaining to the students mere minutes ago how many have failed to be turned lately.

"No!" He growled again, at the edge of losing all control.

At your annoyed wordless exclaim, he turned back. His anger gone, tears forming in his dark eyes as he pleads you silently to stop asking for this.

"I will not risk it." It... killing you.

The unsaid words making you sigh in defeat. Or so he thought.

"I'm dying anyway."

The painful truth of your fragile humanity never hurt him more and that makes his last reserve crumble as you ask again, this time clearly stating your wish.

"Turn me."

He is facing you again, reaching out to cradle your face in his palm while he deals with the pain this fight and the though of losing you caused him. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.

"You could turn out to be infected with blood rage too"

It's not an attempt to change your mind, merely making sure you know what you are facing.

"It could prove to be valuable either way." For a second your comment makes him angry again but this time you are the one to grab him before he could pull away to lecture you. "And you would be there to help me."

After calming down, you prepare for the change. Taking all the tests and samples takes almost an entire day and you are exhausted by the end of it but you refuse to let Aleksander stall even for a few hours of sleep.

Once you are done with everything he takes you to his home and you stand in his bedroom, nervous as hell, praying to whoever is listening to let this work.

When he approaches you finally kiss for the first time and it's more than you could ever imagine. It's impossibly hard to refuse to let passion overtake you but you somehow find the strength to pull away. He gently lay you down, pressing featherlight kisses to your neck until you feel his teeth graze the skin and order him sharply to "Wait!"

He pulls away so quickly like you burned him but you don't let him get too far.

"I know I said I want to help with the research for the cure but if this doesn't work if I don't make it..." He wants to cut that thought of but you don't let him.

"Please." He sees that you need to say this so he takes a deep breath and lets you continue. "If I die, I don't want to be cut open. You can take the same test and samples as we just did but I can't..."

He does cut you off this time, grabbing your chin almost hurtfully as his expression says it all. He would never do that to you.

In an instant, you are calm again and nod for him to continue.

Aleksander repeats his previous actions but this time halts on his own, kissing your cheek in reassurance and whispering a command, a plea in your ear that says 'Don't you dare to die!' before his fangs pierce your neck.

"Come back to me!"

[hb-writes]

Forgot how so much of Season 3 of A Discovery of Witches is just basically a way to properly hurt my own feelings on behalf of my baby boy, Gallowglass. 😭😭😭

[netherfeildren]

i’m re watching a discovery of witches (one of my favorite book trilogies and adaptations ever, a truly perfect adaptation if u will, pls watch and read if u haven’t) and realizing that i think i subconsciously formed a great deal of who birdie is after diana bishop. powerful, intelligent, capable, sensitive, soft, devoted. one of my all time heroines ever she’s perfect in all ways

[adowbaldwin]

Now

Shall I

1) finish off my WIPS

2) do an alternate ending to a fic ive already finished but now have another ending for floating around in my mind

3) WRITE FATHER HUBBARD SMUT

4) answer the asks in my inbox

5) do all options 1-4

🙃

[spirit-whump]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Discovery of Witches (TV), All Souls Trilogy - Deborah Harkness Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Matthew Clairmont & Marcus Whitmore Characters: Marcus Whitmore, Matthew Clairmont, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: this whole fic was an excuse to torture marcus, Enjoy!, Torture, Broken Bones, Branding, magical branding, Revenge, Protective Matthew Clairmont, Hurt Marcus Whitmore, Father-Son Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, more like hurt some comfort, Hopeful Ending, Choking, Whump Series: Part 5 of whumptober2023 Summary:

“If you think about it, this all could have been avoided, de Clermont. If your mother hadn’t killed my family,” the witch said, waving her knife casually through the air with one hand, her other hand at Marcus’s throat and pressing down as hard as she could. The sounds Marcus made, quiet gasps and whimpers as he struggled for air that was just out of reach, were almost imperceptible.

 whumptober2023 No. 6: Made to Watch.

[apinchofm]

Hi I thought of something but I don't know if you'll like it, what if you wrote a story involving the development of Marcus and Phoebe and her cat, they start dating and Marcus tries to conquer Phoebe's cat🐱🐱

I love this idea!

Marcus adored Phoebe. He had never met anyone like her. She was fierce, funny, intelligent and had so much heart.

But her cat? Her cat was a different story.

Persephone was a black kitten who Phoebe had picked up on her way home, the poor thing in a box outside of Splatfields market and she had fallen in love with her. She was an angel.

But to Marcus, she was a demonic cat. At first, he thought it was because he was a vampire. Cats did not like vampires and vice versa..

"I am not getting rid of my cat, and you will not drink from her!" Phoebe said after catching the two hissing at one another.

Marcus glared at the kitten, who was resting atop one of the many piles of books in her flat.

It started small. Scratch marks in his satchel and on any loose bits of paper that belonged to Marcus.

Then she pissed in his shoes. His expensive, handmade shoes.

Phoebe sighed, "Okay, how do we fix this?"

Marcus huffed, thinking of many scenarios in which he killed the cat. But he knew she would be upset and the last thing he wanted to do was upset Phoebe.

Phoebe was surprised when she returned home from work, and her living room had been rearranged. There was a new velvet-green cat bed and tower in the corner near the balcony and a large green cat tree in which Persephone was happily settled atop one of the platforms.

Marcus was sitting on the couch, the news playing on the tv as he typed up some notes for work, "Hi, love, how was your day?" He asked.

"Uh, great. Why is it so peaceful in here?" Phoebe whispered.

He looked up at her, "Well, I remembered how my grandfather used to temper my aunt Verin's temper. He would buy her stuff."

Phoebe held back a laugh, "So, you went shopping for Sephy?"

"Yes." Marcus sighed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.

"You really love me." She smiled, and he grinned.

"Yes. And if that means I must concede to that demon, then so be it." Marcus said.

[notlostgnome]

A Discovery for Baldwin (Baldwin Montclair x OC)

Summary: After having her confidence shaken by meeting one of Baldwin's vampire exes, his current human lover tries to surprise him when he comes home one night. It doesn't quite go to plan.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Some slightly steamy sexual content

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Notes:

This is a stand alone except taken from a larger WIP I'm working on. I just couldn't resist getting it out there.

OC is Miranda Reynolds, a 30ish-year-old human who works for London-based Montclair Wealth Management and is secretly involved with Baldwin Montclair.

Also on AO3 (registered users only)

The harrowing encounter with Baldwin's ex Elena Villerreal and its fallout weighed heavily on my mind for several days, despite our best efforts to return to normal.

She had been beautiful. Of course.

Tall, lithe, stunningly gorgeous. Like a runway model. If that runway model happened to be immortal and possess enhanced otherworldly beauty. 

I felt like an absolute frump by comparison.

I took care with my wardrobe and personal appearance. Living in London and working in finance required a certain standard of dress, and I was no stranger to Oxford Street. My closet was full of stylish, yet sensible workwear and gorgeous cocktail dresses for events. 

But I was not built like a runway model. I could not have pulled off the sleek couture slip dress Elena Villarreal wore like it was made just for her. Which it probably was.

Elena Villarreal was also a vampire. Baldwin only fessed up to her being an ex-girlfriend from a few centuries ago - he did not elaborate on how long they were together. I had no clue how long vampires ‘dated’ or if that was even the correct term. It stood to reason they could have been together for years, decades, or even longer.

And that bothered me. What did two vampires get up to for all that time?

Baldwin was an exceptional lover. He knew what I liked almost better than I did, which was something I was not used to. My own past romances were short lived and the sex usually subpar. Even more subpar now that I had ‘out of this world’ to compare it to. Baldwin never hinted he was unhappy when it came to the bedroom, but I had my doubts. 

How could I compete with centuries worth of nonhuman sexual experience?

Rattled and more than a little insecure, I felt the need to reassure myself that I held at least a little power in that arena.

That’s how I found myself in a lingerie store on Bond Street on my lunch break in the middle of the week. Baldwin was at meetings in Westminster all day, so he wouldn’t know I’d slipped out for lunch. 

I walked past the everyday bras and knickers at the front of the shop to the back where the lingerie sets were displayed. As I cast my eyes over the headless mannequins wearing lacy negligees, satin garter belts, and all manner of intimidating strappy garments, I was more than a little overwhelmed. Sure, I had my share of matching bra and panty sets, but this was new territory. I’d never dressed up to seduce a man before. It did not help that said man was 2000 years old.

A shop assistant close to my age appeared at my side with a reassuring smile. Her name tag identified her as Natalie. She seemed to sense my apprehension.

“Can I help you?" Natalie asked. "Looking for anything in particular?”

I couldn’t back out now.

“Ah, yes,” I said slowly, ogling a sheer lace crotchless teddy with discomfort. “I want to find something to surprise my boyfriend.” The word ‘boyfriend’ sounded exceptionally juvenile when speaking of an ancient vampire. I wasn’t even sure if that was what our relationship was.

Natalie smiled more warmly. “Of course! What do you have in mind?”

The problem was I didn’t know exactly, and most of what was on display was not my taste at all. I bleakly wondered what Baldwin’s tastes were.

Bless her heart, Natalie the shop assistant took me under her wing. Without even trying anything on, we quickly eliminated everything I was uncomfortable with and narrowed down a style that I felt I could pull off without feeling ridiculous. Once I settled on a corset with matching high cut panty, Natalie went to work, bringing me arm loads of options.

Next was a matter of material and color choice, so we worked through the rack in order. I decided satin made me feel the most sexy, so the leather and mesh and velvet were taken away. Given my work wardrobe was mostly charcoal and black paired with darker colors, I decided a a rich jewel tone was what I wanted. A ruby red corset with black lacy trim had the desired effect, although I wondered if red was a little too on the nose when seducing a vampire. 

Natalie recommended throwing in a black satin kimono robe to top it off, and I happily followed her advice. She was the expert after all. 

When she rang it up, the total made me grimace. It was far more than I’d hoped to spend. But Baldwin had expensive tastes, and if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right.

“You’re going to give the man a heart attack when he sees you, doll,” Natalie reassured me, as I sighed and handed over my credit card. “You looked amazing. God, I wish I had your figure!”

I just smiled and murmured ‘thank you’ as I collected my bag. Baldwin may not be capable of a heart attack, but I certainly hoped he liked it.

***

After work, I hurried to Baldwin’s house in Mayfair. I usually spent at least one week night at his, as well as the whole weekend. He’d already texted to say he’d been held up at Westminster and wouldn’t be home until late. What my ancient vampire partner was doing at the seat of government was not something I questioned too closely. I had a feeling I may not like the answer, even if he would tell me.

Alain greeted me at the door before I even had a chance to knock. He told me Baldwin had already asked him to make me dinner since I’d be alone. 

After dinner, I sequestered myself upstairs in the master bedroom, taking the time to meticulously shave my legs, underarms, and bikini area. I styled my hair in a loose, tousled tumble that I hoped looked sexy. I even touched up my makeup a bit, adding a red lip stain.

Finally, I wiggled my way into the satin corset and matching panties, making the necessary adjustments for the desired effect. Taking stock in the walk-in wardrobe’s full length mirror, I may not have been as effortlessly stunning as Elena Villarreal, but I had to admit the effect was better than I expected. With my breasts and hips accentuated by the corset and my high cut panties showing a tantalizing cheeky peek of my ass, I felt like enough of a goddess to seduce a vampire.

Now, it was time to wait.

I shrugged on the black satin robe and arranged myself on the bed with my toes tucked under the duvet, before checking my phone. It was already 9:00pm, but no new messages from Baldwin. I figured he’d text when he was on his way home.

After about 15 minutes, I stopped sitting and thinking sexy thoughts to myself and cracked open my book on the nightstand.

Thirty minutes later, I tucked the rest of me under the duvet to keep warm and continued reading, although I could feel my eyes growing heavy.

Fifteen minutes after that, I decided to just rest my eyes a little.

***

When I opened them again, the sky outside was already turning grey. I lifted my head - no sign of Baldwin anywhere. He would often just lay beside me or sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace until I woke up. The bedroom door was open just a crack, so he must have been in at some point. 

I checked my phone. There was a text from him around midnight saying he was on his way. It was now 6:30am. The time I usually got up for work.

My head fell back on the pillow. All that effort and nerves for nothing.

I lifted my head again and said only slightly louder than necessary, “Baldwin?” I’d learned there was no need to yell in a vampire’s house. He would hear me even if I whispered. 

Baldwin was there in a flash, easing himself down to sit on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face.

“You didn’t come home,” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he apologized, leaning over to give me a soft kiss. “I was held up. Bloody useless MPs.”

I sighed. “That’s okay.” I went to rub my eye but then realized I never removed my makeup the night before. I’d give myself one hell of a raccoon eye if I rubbed my mascara. I needed to get into the shower.

Baldwin moved my book from where it had spent the night on my pillow to the nightstand. “I see you used your time well,” he noted my progress on my book.

I just hummed and pushed at him to move. “I need to get ready for work,” I yawned, still groggy. 

Baldwin stood up so I could throw the covers back. I kicked my legs to the floor and closed my eyes as I stretched my arms above my head and rose all the way up to my tip toes. 

“What. Is. That?!” His deep voice was gruff and full of shock.

I bounced back down to my heels and opened my eyes to see Baldwin’s wide eyed gaze transfixed on my body.

Belatedly, I remembered what I was wearing. I flushed with embarrassment and hastily tried to pull the black satin robe closed. What seemed like a good idea under cover of darkness now felt utterly foolish in the brightening light of day.

“It was a surprise,” I mumbled, fumbling for the belt of the robe so I could tie it.

Baldwin’s hands shot out to still my efforts. He stepped forward and slowly peeled back the opening of the robe. I bit my lip and shifted self-consciously.

Unmasked desire spread across Baldwin’s features as he scrutinized what I was wearing. He slowly traced a finger from my shoulder down along the slim strap to the top of the corset, the barest ice cold touch skimming the boosted swell of my breast until he came to the center of the sweetheart neck line. I shivered.

With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanked me to him and captured my lips in a demanding kiss. His hands pawed at me under the robe, like he couldn’t make up his mind on where to touch first.

I hummed happily into his mouth, letting him mold my body to his. It was not a bad way to start the day.

Still, I could not let myself get carried away. When he broke his hold on my lips to begin trailing cool kisses along my jaw to my neck, I tilted my head to the side and reminded him, “Baldwin, I have to get ready for work.”

“No,” he grunted resolutely against my neck. 

I speared a hand through his copper hair and pulled so he would lift his head to look at me. His pupils were more dilated than usual, completely blown and his expression bordered on feral. I schooled my features to be chastising. “If I don’t get to it, I’ll be late,” I said sternly.

His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to be late,” he declared in his most authoritative voice.

His large hands grasped my ass so he could toss me on the bed. I landed with a small surprised yelp. Then he all but pounced on me.

***

An hour later, Baldwin was spooned behind me, peppering light kisses along my shoulder. I was completely disheveled and a little sore, but basking in his affection.

“That thing was rather expensive, you know” I complained. The robe survived, but the corset and panties were now lying in shreds about the bedroom.

Baldwin nuzzled my neck. “I will give you an expense account so you can buy a new one,” he said. “And several more like it.”

I let out a small laugh at the idea. He could not be serious. “I had no idea you’d respond that way.”

“Had I known what waited for me, I would have set Parliament on fire to get here sooner,” he said with a nibble on my earlobe. “Next time, send a picture and I will come home immediately.”

I playfully smacked the steely arm wrapped snugly just below my breasts. “I will not send you sexy pictures.” As pleasant as his undivided attention was, responsibility called. I sighed, “I really do have to get ready for work now.”

Baldwin was preoccupied with licking along the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Sod work,” he said. It was a very un-Baldwin-like statement.

“Mr. Montclair,” I replied full of mock severity, “my supervisor may have something to say about my tardiness.”

I only called him 'Mr. Montclair' when I was teasing. We both knew it was an empty threat. My supervisor answered to one of the VPs, who answered to one Mr. Baldwin Montclair.

With a frustrated huff, Baldwin released me and leapt up to recover his trousers from a crumpled pile on the floor. Standing in all his naked glory, he fished his phone out of the pocket and made a call. “Terrance, Ms. Reynolds won’t be in today. Please relay that message and an appropriate excuse to Gibbs.”

Terrance was his executive assistant and Gibbs was the head of my team.

I gawked at him in disbelief as he casually threw the phone aside. In a very predatory manner, he began to crawl across the bed toward me. “I’m not done making up for last night’s negligence.”

“Baldwin!” I scolded. “That is sure to raise a few eyebrows!”

Baldwin tugged the sheet out of the way so he could cover my naked body with his. “Terrance will think of something discreet. Anyone with a problem can come to me.” He nuzzled my hair and inhaled deeply. 

It was such a typical offhand ‘lord of the universe’ sort of answer. He forgot that I was still an underling trying to build a professional career, preferably without rumors of my sleeping with the boss. Even though Baldwin was back to kissing all the sweet spots on my neck, I was not going to let him off the hook that easily.

I shoved without success against his shoulders and began to protest, “But—”

“But we are spending the day in bed.” He silenced me by pressing his lips against mine with determination. It took a minute of coaxing before I let the tension slip away and returned his embrace more willingly.

Satisfied I was no longer going to resist, Baldwin began working his way down my body with a heady combination of kisses, licks, and gentle nips. He was tracing my bottom rib with his tongue as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, mon tresór. Forgive me for spoiling your surprise?”

I was not even genuinely mad at him, but if he wished to continue on his current course, I was not going to object. My fingers threaded through his already tousled hair and I stroked his shoulder. “Mmm, okay,” I sighed contentedly, fully relaxing. “Just keep going.”

Baldwin reached his destination, wedging his broad shoulders between my thighs and making a sound reminiscent of a tiger’s purr. His golden-brown eyes locked with my half-lidded ones as he firmly gripped my hips and lowered his mouth.

“Oh!” I jolted up at the long stroke of his tongue, everything sparking white hot inside me.

He held firm to keep me from bucking too hard and chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised in a throaty rumble.

***

The next morning at work, there were no comments on my absence the previous day. I had no idea what excuse Terrance gave, but I was glad not to be forced to ad lib.

I was part way through clearing my inbox when Baldwin’s admin Mariah stopped by to hand deliver a large brown interoffice envelope. Expecting a file full of markups, I was surprised when only a slim plain envelope slipped out.

I opened it to find a folded note inside. As I removed the piece of paper, a black credit card dropped to the desktop. My eyes went wide when I saw my name was embossed on it.

The accompanying note read:

Looking forward to more surprises. xB

***

End Note:

French Translation mon trésor = my treasure

[willowfae82]

ok so. i need all the teen wolf x discovery of witches crossover fics. please and thanks

[tobyregbocharacterfanfiction]

Cold Case.

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AND INFIDELITY.  DRUNKENNESS. MURDER.

Over a century ago your husband died an agonizing death. Detectives still to this day are floored by the case which has since gone cold. Now with Jack's return and his apparent blood rage. The wheels in your mind start turning as to what truly could have happened. You sit in front of the fireplace going through everything in your mind. Jack walks into the room, you quickly glance at him before talking.

You: The last time I saw my husband, he beat me so bad I lost consciousness. When I woke up the sun had just gone down and he was gone...I assumed he was doing what he always did. Storm out, go to a pub, and talk to other women before bedding them. Except for this time, he didn't come home the next morning.

Jack: (nervously) What happened?

You: Two days later they found his body just outside of town, deep inside the woods. Lying in a pool of blood. His blood. The police detectives told me it looked like he had been savagely attacked by an animal.

Jack stays silent

You: But the thing is my husband died in the middle of winter. Bears were in hibernation and mountain lions don't live in the area of the woods he was found in. And there were no gun or knife wounds on him. They never did figure out what killed him. His case quickly went cold. Now I wonder if it was a vampire that killed him. One with blood rage.

Jack: You think I killed him?

You: Did you?.... I'm not angry Jack, I just want to know the truth.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

Jack: I saw you with him several different times walking down the street.

The way you looked. The way you were around him. I knew something was wrong. One day I followed you home and I saw him slap you across the face before you even walked through the front door. I should have killed him then and there, but I knew I had to wait. That last night I followed him to a pub and then to a woman's house in the country. I waited outside and when he walked out that's when I...afterward I dragged his body into the woods as far as I could go and I left him there.

You: Was Benjamin with you?

Jack: No.

You: And the woman he was with?

Jack: I didn't harm her. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die.

You're tempted to ask why, but in your heart, you already know. You get up from where you're sitting and put your arms around him. He returns the gesture.

You: (softly) Thank You.

[superspookyjanelle]

UPCOMING FIC: A Theory of Everything

Fandom: A Discovery of Witches & Percy Jackson

oc features: Riversong Hargrove

Canon characters featured: Diana Bishop and Matthew Clairmont

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[lady-of-the-spirit]

[Image description: two screencaps from archive of our own. The first image is of the search function with the word "trans" typed in. The second image reads 0 works found in A Discovery of Witches (tv). End ID]

I'm not surprised, but I am disappointed.

[sylverdeclermont]

I needed to see this right now...as I brainstorm the 4th Elysium story. ❤️

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

[adowbaldwin]

hello i really enjoyed Domenico Michele fanfiction stories, are you going to post some more?

EEEEEEEEE THANKYOU SO MUCH! Im glad you enjoyed what ive got so far ❤️

He is my guilty ADOW pleasure!

I currently have another Domenico / Rebecca WIP that im working on, and its fairly close to being done!

I also want to revisit Baldwenico eventually, but i havent started anything for that yet!

But yes, the Domenico content will continue... eventually!