#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

[adarafaelbarba]

Christmas Market

Holiday bingo - @storiesofsvu

You were surprised Pierre had even agreed to go. He was usually so busy with helping Matthew and Diana.

But they had practically pushed him to the door when you had asked if he would liked to join. 

«I’m sorry if I took you away from your work, Pierre—I just didn’t want to go alone, and no one else seemed to want to», you told him, looking up at him.

«It’s no problem y/l/n—»

«Please call me y/n. You make me sound like my parents when you use my last name.»

He smiled and nodded, «Very well, y/n. I don’t mind going to the market with you. The villagers always make the best Christmas markets.»

It was true. The Village surrounding Sept Tours had an amazing Christmas market.

You’d both been walking around for an hour, looking at all the different stalls.

«We should stop so you can get a bite to eat», Pierre suggested.

Your stomach decided now would be the perfect time to growl, and you giggled softly, «How’d you know?»

«Oh, I have my ways», he said with a chuckle on his lips, tapping your nose.

Making your way to one of the food stalls, Pierre let you order, a bite to eat and a mulled wine for you, then ordered his own mulled wine, which you would later find out was spiked with blood, and paid the bill.

«Thank you, Pierre.» He gave you a soft smile, leading you to a place to sit.

After eating, you got up, grabbing your cup, «I want to go another round, before we head back to the chateau.»

«As you wish.»

A broad smile erupted on your face and you quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him with you for some more exploring.

At the end of the trip, you came back to the chateau with a little gift for everyone in the family and everyone working there.

~~~

Tagging:

@plaidbooks @xoxabs88xox @bidisasterforben @beatrice-san @adowbaldwin @butternuggets-blog @rozalynfrozen

[loliwrites]

Unrelated to EVERYTHING on my blog, but Discovery of Witches has been added to Netflix, and if you don’t think that’s about to become my ENTIRE personality 👀

Matthew Goode being a hot, smart vampire. Say less.

[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.

[willowfae82]

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

[forasecondtherewedwon]

one line, any fic

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Thanks for tagging me, @aadmelioraa!!

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Tagging: @spiderman-homecomeme​ @mjonesing​ @mercurygray​ @heartunsettledsoul​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @winterlovesong1​ @sullypants and anyone else who’d like to do this!

[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

[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.

[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]

Inbox from @lilacjinn

"Rebecca is assaulted by Gerbert as a teen. Again he is making desperate grabs for power. In shame and fear she doesn't tell anyone. Since the incident she has stumbled across Domenico multiple times, and one night 10 years on he makes her an offer she cant refuse"

Revenge isn't sweet, it tastes metallic. Part 1

"I'll tell my mum" Rebecca cried holding her hand to her neck. The blood trickled out from her neck a wound deep enough it felt like it had torn something

"And I will inform the congregation of your exploits" Gerbert smirked. The light shone above him but where there was light there was darkness and shadow. It cast an eerie blackness over him, making his smile creepy and scary "What would your Uncle say if he found out about your activities"

She blubbered. She hadn't meant too. And now - she sobbed "Please don't" she hiccupped. She shuffled backwards shutting her eyes willing the pain and memories of last night away.

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She had snuck out from the house in Venice wanting to experience the nightlife. She was 16, in her eyes she was worldly and grown the typical hubris of a 16 year old. Too eager to experience the world and off she went. It was one of the grottier places she thought but it was the only club that let her in despite her age. It started out fun, a few tequila shots with some older girls she met in the toilets and one or four vodkas. Unlike her vampiric family she was half human so with enough effort she could get drunk. And with insufficient food in her stomach (one slice of bread) she was most definitely drunk.

And then she hungered for something else. Something tall, blonde and "Mmmm" she suckled on his neck blood pooling in her mouth. She pulled away for a moment "yummy" the music thudded the floorboards vibrating and as the beat drummed the boys heart beat slowed "Ooooohh" she pulled away with a pout as he slumped into the couch in the V.I.P area.

She worked her way though four more warmbloods before deciding she wanted to go home.

"Ahhh gaa do do do" she mumbled stumbling her way through the cobbled streets "push pineapple shake a tree" she hummed through the familiar streets. she wasn't sure in that moment if she had the capabilities to climb through the same window she climbed out of "to the left-" her scream was muffled by the hand over her face pulling her away from her familiar route until she blacked out

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Her head was all over the place the lights too bright and despite her best efforts she was scared. She didn't know where she was where she had been taken too but it smelt damp and gross.

She looked up at Gerbert from her cowered position and her bottom lip trembled "Are you-" she took a shaky breathe "will - are you going to rape me" she was shaking in fear

He laughed "Oh child I don't want your body. I want your memories" and just like that his mouth ascended on her neck and she was powerless to fight him off. He drank his fill and when he was done he had a witch remove his scent from her body the scar he left was as a nasty reminder of his own supposed power "Shall we make a deal Rebecca" he lowered his head to look her in the eyes "I wont tell your father of the warm bloods you drank from last night and you don't tell that it was I who drank from you" his face was haunting

the but the thought of the trouble she would be in haunted her more "Okay"