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[cursedlegacies]

👶 for Bryony for the moodboard meme!💙

bryony's childhood

growing up in the west country meant bryony's childhood was filled with open fields, open air, and adventure. it was just her and her grandpa most, living a quiet life at the aptly named briarbelle cottage. bryony's days were filled with exploring through field and forest, and at night, she'd sit at her grandpa Edmund's knee and listen to stories of his old auror days. the bad days were the ones when once a month, bryony would have to go to st. mungo's. it was hard work keeping an active and agressive blood malediction at bay, but the healers managed. it was scary, but bryony was a strong girl, and her grandpa always rewarded her by taking her abraxan riding, or to visit the crups he raised. it was a quiet childhood, but a pleasant one. one that bryony filled with daydreams and wildflowers and adventure.

i swear i've had this aesthetic finished since you SENT this ask, but i couldn't get the colours to look nice for the life of me. oh well I hope they look okay now~

i really love bryony's childhood backstory. it's rather simple and not too complicated, but so much of it influences who she grows up to be. she wants to be an auror after listening to her grandpa, but she also likes the idea of being a healer after seeing them help her through her youth

bry's wonderfully simple but intriguing and idk i love her for that~

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Hello, lovelies!

I am aware that I haven't done an AW in January as usual, but due to some personal stuff, I have postponed doing it till now. But fear not, your yearly AW is back!

And this time, our youngest generation will take the lead! As usual, you don't have to participate every day, and anyone with a next gen OC (1999-2010) is welcome!

Prompts:

Day One: Favourite OC of mine – Tell me about your fave (or faves!) and why they're your fave!

Day Two: Favourite OC that isn't mine – Tell me about the OC or OCs that you don't own that you love and why!

Day Three: Favourite ship of mine – A ship or ships that you love and why!

Day Four: Favourite ship that isn't mine – Ship or ships that you love that aren't yours and why!

Day Five: Beach Day AU- Make up a mini AU of your characters on the beach! What kind of person are they? Do they go early, or late? Are they a sea lover? Are they afraid of any kind of algae...or seagulls? Tell me all about it!

Reminder to tag me in all of your creations and tag them with the #hpnextgenaw tag!!

See you in May! Don't forget to schedule your posts if you want to take part but can't due to irl stuff!

Tagging: @gaygryffindorgal @cursebreakerfarrier @legilimenace @cursedvaultss @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @that-scouse-wizard @potionboy3 @lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist @whatwouldvalerydo @cursed-herbalist @nicos-oc-hell

[blood0fthedragon]

Masterlist

Alys | 20+ | OC side blog

main blog: @cursedvaultss

House of The Dragon

Visella Targaryen | pinterest

Shaera Sand | pinterest

Arthur Bracken | pinterest

Lucian Lannister | pinterest

ASoIaF

Minisa Stark | pinterest

PJO/HoO

Stevie Calthorpe | pinterest

Elias Hayes | pinterest

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Hello, hello everybody!

Today I will begin with a story of the early days of the fandom: it was 2021 and @slytherindisaster had published a yearbook of the HL OCs. When I saw it, I was in awe. This would later encourage me to join the fandom and create my own OCs.

Today, on this September, I want to bring back that initiative by creating my own version of the yearbook.

I. How it will be done.

Over the next last months of 2023, I will be collecting OCs from all of you to make six different versions of each OCs. It'll be divided in the four houses.

II. When will the editing begin?

Once I've gathered the OCs and personal time, about in December I should start editing.

III. When will it be out?

It'll be out between January to March 2024

IV. Rules

1. One OC of each house per user. Please choose wisely.

2. You have to follow me.

3. I will not be accepting OCs of people I've blocked. I blocked you for a reason. Go away.

4. Be patient! I have a life and many projects outside and IRL

5. In case you have +10 OCs, I will accept two more of different houses

6. Contact me your OCs through asks, Discord DMs or my own DMs

7. Professors and Staff can be included and I encourage you to send in maximum three professors!

8. The OC must have a faceclaim!

Bonus: If you have a yearbook-like photo of your OC, you'd make my job easier. Feel free to send it my way 🫶🏻

In case many of you are away, I will be accepting OCs until December 31st, 2023 before midnight and not a minute after. The moment 2024 begins, the recruiting will be over.

Thank you for being here and let the recruiting begin!

Tagging: @catohphm @hphmmatthewluther @that-scouse-wizard @cursedlegacies @cursedvaultss @cursed-herbalist @potionboy3 @gaygryffindorgal @thatravenpuffwitch @mjs-oc-corner @nicos-oc-hell @kathrynalicemc @lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist @gcldensnitch @kc-and-co @camillejeaneshphm @unfortunate-arrow

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I've been having this AW in my drafts but I finally decided it's good to go!

I. What is the Fankids Appreciation Week?

It's an event in which we appreciate our character's children (remember, family is many things), as well as their dynamics

II. When is the event happening?

The event will happen between the 8th to the 13th of August of this year.

III. What if I can't participate that week for X reasons?

You have two options: simply reblog and enjoy content later or do the posts before the event and queue them 🫶🏻 there's no pressure and the participation is totally voluntary

IV. Do I need to participate in all of the days?

Course not! Participating one day or even just reblogging the posts is participation itself! As I said, nobody's forced to participate

V. How can I participate?

By simply submitting your post with the tag #fankidsaw23 ! Could it be a ramble, a text, moodboard, or combined. Anything goes!

VI. What are the prompts?

Under the cut I'll explain the prompts. Hope to see you there, dear reader! 🫶🏻

1. Day One: Firstborn

Show appreciation to the eldest of the bunch, or the first fankid you ever created!

2. Day Two: Double Trouble

Tell me all about your fav duo! Could it be twins, the two kiddos you like most or the two eldest/youngest/middle children that need more love

3. Day Three: Holy Trinities

Could it be triplets, the three eldest or youngest or even the first three you ever created, show me that holy trinity of your bunch!

4. Day Four: Fantastic Four

Show love to those four fankids that you so love, quadruplets or even just four kiddos that are just neat to you

5. Day Five: Avengers

Show us your favourite five children or five that deserve love, or a combination of another moot's kiddos that, together, make the perfect wizarding avengers

6. Day Six: Football Team

Could it be six kiddos you've got, your top six or simply six kiddos, yours or just shared or in the same family that you simply love

7. Day Seven: Family dynamics

It can apply to a mother-child duo, siblings, a whole family that spans centuries or simply decades, show me your favourite dynamics of your famil(ies)y

Bonus: Co-parent appreciation

Show some love to that moot/friend whom you co-parent your fankid with! Could it be one, two, three... Let's spread some love 🫶🏻

Tagging: @cursedvaultss @cursed-herbalist @cursedlegacies @hphmmatthewluther @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze @gaygryffindorgal @potionboy3 @cursebreakerfarrier @mjs-oc-corner @camillejeaneshphm @that-scouse-wizard @whatwouldvalerydo @slytherindisaster @kathrynalicemc @magicallymalted @gcldensnitch

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A beautiful white owl flew to your windowsill, tapping against your window. You opened it, surprised to see an owl to your window at such time.

You notice the envelope: with red and blue, it has the Viscountess Primrose's symbol. Intrigued, you open it, careful not to ruin the rich and delicate material. It reads:

12th of November, 1900

My dearest friend,

If you are reading this, then you have been cordially invited to my annual Christmas Event! After last year's ball, much has happened. I am now a married woman, and with a little one on the way.

But I am not about to dwell on the past! I shall expect you at my estate's gates at 6:30pm sharp. I shall list besides what events to expect.

Have a good day! I hope to see you there.

Cordially,

Lady Primrose Somerset, Viscountess of Winbourne and Countess of Harrendale.

I. The Story

It is said that, every two hundred years, the moon eclipses the sun and the earth is engulfed in a waning white moon, a winter solstice that represents good fortune to those who have been kind and giving to their loved ones, and a lifetime of tragedy to those who have sinned shamelessly.

Primrose, though not superstitious, is a tad worried about the effects, for the last Somerset to have witnessed such solstice, Maria Elisabeth Somerset, had ended up catching a deadly illness, and would die disgraced in a duel a few years later, as a punishment for having usurped Winbourne's position to her cousin.

Now with a baby on the way, and recently married, she's doing everything she can to earn the favour of the solstice so she may be rewarded with good fortune. Hopefully, Christmastime is a time of miracles.

II. The Prompts

4th of December- Back at Winbourne

You're back at Winbourne for Christmas! Either relish in the hundreds years old manor, or reminisce your past years in the ball! Don't forget to congratulate the newlyweds...

5th of December- The Welcome Ball III

The ball has begun! Will you be the belle of the ball, or lurk in a corner, pining for you unattending loved one?

6th of December- Cocktail Party in the Gazebo

Lady Primrose has renovated her gazebo for the afternoon! It is a perfect time to catch up with the hostess and your friends! There is also a legend that whoever proposes at midnight will swoop their beau off their feet...

7th of December- Croquet On Snow

The game is on! Will you beat the invincible viscountess, or will she dunk you to the ground?

8th of December- Archery Shooting

Since the viscountess' delicate condition won't allow her to host a grouse shooting, she instead has for you an archery contest. Will your aim be true...or will someone else steal your shot and more?

9th of December- The Winter Masquerade

The solstice is here! Dress up as a socialite from the 1710s and try not to mix up the hostess with somebody...or worse, your beau!

10th of December- It's Beginning To Look Like Christmas

Your time in Winbourne is up! Bid your beau farewell for the holidays, or don't! Don't forget to thank the hostesses for their hospitality!

III. Main Rules

No NSFW please! Keep things either PG or SFW, this is Xmas

RSVP before December 1st! Write your letter of acceptance for the weekend in any way you'd like. The moment the clock strikes 12, the RSVP will be closed. You may add four OCs of your choice, no more, no less

Once you've RSVP'd, at least one post is mandatory on the event, it doesn't matter what day

Try to follow the narrative! The solstice is supposed to either give good or bad luck. Create a story of your OCs around that

Tag me in your posts!!!!! I want to see them all, no matter what are they

Tag your posts as #wwtgsolstice23

I won't accept people who I've blocked, go away geez

If I don't tag you, then you can claim an RSVP in my asks and DMs

IV. Taglist

@gaygryffindorgal @potionboy3 @hphmmatthewluther @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @cursedvaultss @cursed-herbalist @cursedlegacies @foundersofhogwartslegacy @unfortunate-arrow @catohphm @cursebreakerfarrier @that-scouse-wizard

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Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Eight: Infatuated

A/N: It's been sooo long, but it's finally here!! Completing this chapter was no joke, but it's done and I'm proud of how it turned out, not to mention this was one of my faves to write so far! Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose has a crush. The problem? She's a promised woman and must have some discretion, however, it is not an easy task

OCs featured: Teddy Ellison and Hestia Herron ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) Roxie Haley and William Berkeley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Gwendolyn Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch ) Professor Capel ( @camillejeaneshphm )

OCs mentioned: William Devlin ( unfortunate-arrow) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist ) Miranda Iverach ( cursebreakerfarrier )

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted @cursedvaultss

March, 1893

Primrose found herself once again distracted in Charms class. The reason? A brown-haired, boyishly handsome Gryffindor boy who was snickering with his friends and plotting something. Probably a prank. She sighed. He was simply charming, handsome and quite witty when he wasn’t tormenting the staff with said pranks.

“Lady Gray,” Professor Herron called “while I am aware that one cannot pay me attention forever, I suggest you come back to us.”

Primrose cleared her throat and flushed deep red. Roxie arched an eyebrow and elbowed her “So, who is it that you’re looking at? Certainly is not your oh-so-dear fiancé.” She smirked.

“Later,” she whispered “I am still in Professor Herron’s field of vision.”

She chuckled, amused by how nervous and distracted the ever-perfect Primrose Gray was. After class, she linked arms with her and beckoned Shiv and the others: Gwen and Niamh. Mira had fallen behind, talking to the gruelling Mr. Hawthorne.

“So,” Roxie asked “who were you staring at?”

Primrose bit her lip “I do not wish to drop names or point. Tis quite rude.”

“Then whisper! C’mon, don’t leave us hanging!” Gwen pleaded.

“Aye, we won’t get to see you so flustered again, lady.” Shiv teased.

They all rounded a corner and the lady gathered all of her friends and, out of earshot, she whispered “Arthur Ellison.” Then she quickly broke up the congregation and put her face in her palms as the girls squealed and Shiv laughed at her “You have a crush on him?”

“As if you don’t make eyes at Galen!” Gwen defended.

“I dinna!” Shiv retaliated.

“Focus! Prim has a crush on—,” Primrose shushed her, now aware of the portraits around. She then whispered low enough “Prim has a crush on Teddy!”

They all laughed and Primrose moaned with embarrassment. All of the girls gathered around and started teasing her. Mira at last joined and, after being told of the situation while whispering, she joined the teasing “Oh, perhaps you’ll write him some poetry!”

“Oh, good heavens, no! Tis but… a small fancy, that’s all.”

“For now.” Roxie giggled.

“Ooh!” Gwen gasped, “what if we put him a secret name? So nobody may overhear!”

“I vote for Gryffindor Git!” Cried Shiv.

“How about Pukwudgie?” Gwen suggested.

“Too obvious! He’s one of the few transfers from Ilvermony!” Primrose cried.

“True! Oh! How about Bear? Like the teddy bear!” Roxie suggested.

Shiv started chanting “Prim likes Bear! Prim likes Bear!”

Primrose covered her face in shame once again, all the girls chanting, calling the attention of some older students and the occasional teacher. She spotted Professor Falcon and quickly told the girls to hurry to class now.

“Why?” Shiv asked “I dinna want to go through history o’ magic!”

She whispered “Professor Falcon is within earshot. The man is a terrible gossip and very meddlesome!”

“Except when it comes to his daughter.” Gwen giggled.

“Aye. If looks could kill, Earl Abe would’ve died burned a’ the stake.” Shiv continued.

They all laughed before entering Professor Capell’s class. Some girls sighed “The subject’s boring, but my, is he dreamy…” Gwen commented.

Primrose noticed how the young professor pretended not to hear it before he turned to the class “All right, everybody, let us begin with, I’m afraid, a rather dull lesson: wand lore.”

Almost all of the class moaned in unison, knowing they’d be stuck there for an hour and a half hearing of different kinds of wood. Not Primrose. She looked forward not addressing Bear’s issue.

“Good morning, class!” The flying professor greeted “Today we shall learn about…”

Primrose sighed. Flying was not her forte, given her fear of heights. Despite her rooms being in high places, she was not a woman of constant adrenaline. Most of her friends seemed to get the hang of it, but she only made a fool of herself. This was not the adrenaline she was used to.

She nevertheless tried, but was, as usual, wobbly “Higher, Gray! The skies do not bite!” The teacher cried.

For some reason, her broom made a violent spin and she let out a screech as she started falling, and closed her eyes, bracing for impact… when a pair of strong arms caught her and, with their own broom, set her on the ground. She looked up to see Mr. Ellison himself, who must’ve pulled it off with his friends. Her eyes went wide and flushed deeply “I… t-thank you, sir, Mr. Ellison.”

He smiled, and her stomach fluttered “Please, just Teddy. And it is my pleasure to rescue ladies in need of assistance.”

She nodded, flushed and embarrassed before the teacher sent her to polish brooms and scare off Peeves.

Later, at luncheon, she talked to her friends about the incident. She buried her face in her hands, groaning of pure embarrassment “I can’t believe that just happened!”

“I know. It was actually quite chivalrous of him to rescue you that way!” Roxie smiled.

“Nah. I could’ve pulled i’ off.” Shiv argued.

“And your face! Oh, Prim, you had the colour of a tomato!” She giggled.

They all giggled and Primrose threw a breadcrumb toward Gwen. She shrieked and threw one back. They were, however, stopped by someone clearing its throat. She looked around, and a few Slytherins and other boys had gathered, expensive-looking gifts with them.

Before she could even put a name to the situation, they all introduced themselves as high-ranking men of all places and offering their ‘allyship’, though Primrose knew they were trying to woo her out of her current engagement to promise herself to them instead. When she realised it, she pursed her lips and held her head high, nodding and giving dry ‘thank-you.’. As one of them tried their own luck, a baritone chuckle caught her attention.

He had dark brown hair, intense blue eyes and a rather strong physique, and was looking in her direction “Whatever is so amusing?” She asked, sick of social climbing opportunists.

“All the gifts in the world and none satisfy you?” He teased.

“It is none of your business.”

He observed her further before starting to shoo everyone away, and turned to her once the herd of hyenas was gone “Allow me. Mr. William Berkeley. You are Lady Gray, correct?”

“Indeed. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

She extended her hand, and he saluted her, and for once, she was thankful that he did not kiss it. Taking a better look, she realised she had seen him before “Do you play quidditch?”

“I do. I just started this year.”

She nodded “You have an impressive technique.”

“Tis just practise and passion for it, m’lady.”

She smiled “Prim.”

“Sorry?”

“You may call me Prim. After rescuing me, I believe we should leave formalities behind.”

He smiled “Very well, then, Prim. I shall see you around.”

Something told her that she had just made a new friend. Father would certainly be proud. Mother? Not so much.

A month had passed since the incident, and Primrose was desperate to spend some time with Teddy. It sounded stupid, but his presence was quite comforting, and she always laughed in his presence. At her age, very few people could make her laugh.

But the miracle happened: talking to Shiv, she casually commented “Oh, and apparently your Bear is looking for someone to tutor him in history of magic. That poor boy’s failing and is quite desperate to find someone patient enough to put up with him for a few hours.”

Prim grinned “Oh, Siobhan, you mad genius! That’s it!”

“Huh?”

Upon seeing Primrose’s expression, however, she caught up with her scheme.

“If you excuse me, I have a bear to save from the historical wolves.”

“Gimme the details later!”

Naturally, she entered the Gryffindor common room and cleared her throat upon seeing Teddy laugh with his friends “Do forgive me if I’m interrupting, but I believe one of you gentlemen is looking for a history tutor?”

Teddy, naturally, stepped out of the circle “That’d be me. I suppose you’re good at the subject?”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag, but Professor Capell said once that I am one of his best students.”

Teddy grinned “There is nothing wrong with a little bragging. Shall we?”

Primrose nodded. Although her expression was calm, inside she was about to faint. Her heart beat fast, and she felt like she was out of breath. Sitting down in one of the couches, Teddy started explaining “I admit I am not good at memorising so many facts, and have failed several exams. Professor Capell has assigned me a four-page essay on any apprentice of one of the founders, but I don’t know where to start.”

Primrose smiled calmly “You’re in luck! The age of the founders is one of my favourites. In fact, during some personal research, I found that my ancestor, Henriette, was an apprentice of Helga Hufflepuff and key to the founding of Hogwarts.”

“Influential how?” He had his quill ready.

“If I remember correctly, at nine and ten she had raised a small army that rode into one of the most key battles of the Mages Wars and won it because of a stirring speech.”

As she spoke of her ancestor, she couldn’t help being mesmerised by his beauty: his russet brown hair, his calming brown eyes, his soft skin, untouched by age, his overall presence. He was beautiful, and she had to restrain herself from stroking his hair. After taking notes, she smiled at him “Got everything you need?”

“Yes. Your ancestor sounds incredible! It must be amazing, to have such a long family history.”

Primrose bit her lip “Well… there is also the price of legacy. Of maintaining it. Having a powerful bloodline is complicated.”

Teddy nodded, somehow understanding it. Then, he shrugged “Shouldn’t stop you from being twelve years old in peace.”

Primrose chuckled “Technically, I’m still eleven but… thank you.”

Months passed, and Primrose tutored Teddy, and, in exchange, taught her some flying skills, and got to know him well enough. It was nice, seeing Teddy in unusual elements. During that time, she figured out how to help him learn history: telling it as if though it was a legendary story out of a storybook, which she apparently had a knack for.

“Do remind me of what happened how did the Battle of the Four Mages turn its tides?”

“Easy! Lady Henriette, with Lord Frederick as her champion, led her sizeable army to battle, all shouting for the lady’s loyalty and to justice, rather than the nobles or power.”

Primrose smiled “You got it in one! A few weeks ago, you would’ve mixed Lord Lachlann with Lord Frederick.”

He gave her a crooked smile “Thankfully I didn’t?”

She chuckled “I’m proud of you, Teddy. You’ll do amazingly on the next essay!”

“Will you proofread it as always?”

Primrose gave him a sweet smile “I think it’s time that you trust your own judgement.”

Teddy blinked “Are you sure?”

“Positive! I… have faith in you, Teddy.”

She blushed furiously and looked away. She could hear the boys’ snickers and teasing glances. Was it truly that obvious?

On the day of the submission of the essay, she observed Teddy take a deep breath and give the essay to Professor Capell, and sat with his friends, not without giving Primrose a ‘Hope this doesn’t backfire’ look.

The end of the year was almost there, and Primrose had been told by Tadgh Lynch that Professor Capell had called Teddy and would be discussing his grade. She waited outside, fussing with her uniform. Then, the door opened, and Teddy came out with a wide grin “Guess who’ll be in your class on second year!”

Primrose squealed “I knew it! I knew you could do it!”

Teddy hugged Primrose, and she, over the moon, hugged him back. They looked at one another before Primrose was called by William, who also sought her help with history. Clearing her throat and waving goodbye to Teddy, she went over to William. He arched an eyebrow “What was that about?”

“Celebrating that a good friend has passed a subject he was struggling with.” She declared, nonchalantly.

“A good friend whom you’re taken with.”

“Nonsense. The only man I am taken with is my dear, future husband.” She held her head high and walked faster towards the library, an amused William in tow.

Were she admit out loud such a thing in a place where all walls have ears would’ve been a reckless and tragic thing to do.

September 1st, 1893

Primrose sat down with her friends this year, laughing and commenting their summers. Then, Siobhan taunted “Excited to see a certain Bear?”

She chuckled “I’m afraid to inform you that my infatuation with him has washed away over the summer. Besides, it would’ve only spiralled into something treacherous, don’t you think?”

The ladies agreed, chatting away as the Hogwarts Express took them to their next adventure.

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𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘

"𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

BASICS

Name: Akelda of East Anglia

Birthday: 25th of December, 991

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Weight: 63kg

Height: 1.58m

Religion: Christian

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Pale blonde

Faceclaim: Phia Saban

FAMILY 

Mother: Henriette of Wessex

Akelda and Henriette have a special connection, for Akelda was born of a difficult and traumatic birth in which mother and child almost died. Henriette thinks of Akelda pure of this world's malices.

Father: Frederick of Kent, né Geirmund Eriksson ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Akelda loves her father dearly and always likes to help him with his long hair and hear about his birth land, Denmark. She ideolises him and always makes him flower crowns

Other relatives: Odalric the Red, oldest brother

Her only brother, he's quite protective of her and always does his best to be a good brother to her. Her death will always mark him.

Denegifu Alpin, neé of Scotland

Her role model, Akelda always had some sisterly jealousy, for she was everything she wished to be: pretty, witty and strong. She always loved to have her hair combed by her and was the one to convince her parents to let Denegifu marry into the Scottish royal family

Juliana of York

The most ambitious of her sisters, she was always lowkey intimidated by her, but admired her determination and wished she had her tenacity. She led quite a scandalous life after Akelda passed away

Cuthfelda of Ireland

Akelda loved her sister dearly, but sadly never got to see the woman she'd become or the family line she'd found.

Hilda the Smith

Akelda personally took care of brave and curious Hilda and enhanced her love for smithing. Hilda's first sword would be forged in her memory

Agatha of Kent

Her youngest sister, Agatha has few memories of her, and since she was very young when Akelda passed away, she loved her very much and was the one to sing her to sleep.

Friends: Helena Ravenclaw

Both with different characters, but with a strong connection, they became great friends despite the large age gap and both died a few months apart.

Significant Other: Edward the Valiant ( @cursedvaultss )

Akelda and Edward had grown up in similar circles. Their mothers' mentors, Helga and Rowena, were good friends who, seeking a strong alliance, betrothed Henriette and Elfreda's children, thus making themselves close allies.

Both were shy to one another, but bonded over flora and duty to their families, and soon started to fall in love. They rode together and could talk for hours, and, despite her delicate health, spent many hours together.

However, Akelda had a new sickly episode and was bedridden for months. Thankfully, she fully recovered and plans to marry were set on motion. Until, one day, as they had a family picnic in a beautiful meadow full of flowers, she and Edward kissed for the first and final time.

A few minutes later, she passed away in her father's arms suddenly on her father's arms. She had been poisoned by a family rival that was bitter of Frederick being the new king's favourite. Her death would be the catalyst to forge her whole family's lives.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Akelda is shy and quiet, with common sense and a very kind and pure heart and soul. She prefers animals and nature to people, though there are exceptions. She likes peace and quiet, though knows that with five sisters and a brother it's quite the Odyssey.

Positive traits: Kindhearted, with common sense, pure of heart and soul, peaceful and wise

Negative traits: Shy and reserved

Guilty pleasure: She likes reptiles

HOMETOWN

Winbourne Manor, Wessex, England

BACKSTORY 

Akelda of East Anglia was the fourth daughter out of seven children of Lady Henriette of Wessex and Frederick of Kent, and grew up in a loving and highly respected household, for her mother was a powerful woman and her father was a fierce and feared warrior.

She was the shiest of her siblings, and her parents thought her pure and blessed, for she had been born of a difficult birth that almost killed her and her mother.

When she was twelve, she was betrothed to Edward the Valiant, a remarkable student and fighter, as well as his remarkable character. They spent wonderful years together before, when she was 16, she died of poisoning after recovering from a deadly illness.

MISC

She collects bugs to sketch them and then sets them free

Out of her sisters, her hair is the 'shortest' one, only measuring 36cm

Her almost white hair was taken by her parents as a sign of purity and holiness

She grew up during the highest tensions at Hogwarts

She was later called to history 'the tragic' due to her death being the catalyst to her whole family's fate

Her mother died a few months later due to a broken heart because of her death

She left behind a wild mare, Boudicca, whom she entrusted to Edward

She was the best painter among her sisters and made remarkable portraits of her family and idols

Despite growing into the Catholic faith, she felt drawn to the pagan ways her father often described back in Denmark

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A Lifetime With You

A/N: Happy New Year's! 2023 brought me many good and bad things, but the opportunity to welcome Alys @cursedvaultss and be her friend and create this beautiful ship has been the highlight of the second half. What started like a silly little idea of mine has become this fic, which is now my favourite. Happy 2024, Alys! Here's to more creating and fangirling around <3

Summary: The Somerset family celebrates Christmas, and Edward has a great gift for Akelda.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant

Type: Modern AU, holiday fic

Characters Involved: Henriette of Wessex, Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard ) Odalric the Red, Denegifu of Scotland, Juliana of York, Cuthfelda of Ireland, Hilda the Smith, Agatha of Kent, Elfreda (Alys)

Characters mentioned: Respective pairings of the siblings

Taglist: @hphmmatthewluther @gaygryffindorgal

Rating: PG

It was early in the morning when the Somerset house became a mess of cooking, moving furniture and barking orders. Akelda, still cuddling in Edward’s arms, hummed and shifted so she’d cling even more to his warm body.

Not letting go, Edward mumbled “My love?”

“Hmmm.”

“We have to get up and help them.”

“Five more minutes.”

Edward smiled, kissing her cheek to see if he could stir her awake. No reaction, still asleep. He kissed her again, making more noise. She chuckled but didn’t budge. He gently poked her and she groaned in complaint. Then, he moved to her collarbone and made a farting sound. She yelped, bolting awake “Hey!”

“Rise and shine, my little blossom.”

She giggled, grabbing a pillow and hitting him playfully with it. He laughed, retaliating easily. Soon, a pillow battle ensued, both chasing one another in Akelda’s rather spacious room, both yelping and laughing, feathers flying around. Seeing that her pillow had faded away, she shrieked and started running away, but he was quicker and picked her up, covering her in kisses as she yelled and giggled, her short platinum hair all over his face. Both falling to her puff, with Edward on top of her, they both relented, giggling and breathing heavily.

“Alright, alright, I’m awake!”

He kissed her nose, making her giggled “Good morning to you too.”

They suddenly became aware of their position and were about to kiss when Juliana opened the door and called out “Bone later, come help now!” And left.

After a minute of silence, they both looked at one another and burst out laughing “I suppose we should face your family.”

“If we must.”

They both got up and, sporting matching pyjamas, went downstairs, where Akelda’s parents were cooking at least three different dishes as Denegifu helped Odalric move furniture and Hilda, as usual, did it on her own. Agatha was decorating alongside Juliana, and Cuthfelda was setting the table. Henriette looked at her daughter and smiled “Ah, you two are awake! Why don’t you help out by picking the wines from the winery? Here’s the list.”

“Alright. At what hour do we get ready?”

“Guests will come at five, so be ready before then!” Frederick responded.

Hand-in-hand, they both went downstairs, to the slightly illuminated winery and Akelda started reading aloud the needed alcohol “Let’s see: mulled wine, Chardonnay, champagne, gin, scotch and a negroni.”

“Good Lord, how much alcohol do they need?” Edward mused.

“Given the length of the family, their partners and families…”

Edward shook his head “I swear, if I have to watch Juliana flirt with that poor married man again…”

“It seems that his wife doesn’t mind.”

“Gross.” He winced.

Akelda giggled and kissed his cheek, and he quickly softened at her touch. As they reached the wine section, without needing a word, Edward easily prompted Akelda up and she picked the oldest wine there, from 1903. She handed him the wine and put it on the bag. They did the same with the rest among laughs and jokes from Edward, and often taking breaks from having Akelda piggyback on him. Of course, Akelda kissed his supposed ‘boo boos’, though she knew it was an excuse for her to kiss him. An excuse she gladly took.

After they were done counting and checking, they both sat for a bit. Akelda sat on his lap, and he stroked her arm, both in comfortable silence, lazily kissing their cheeks.

“Who knew picking wine bottles would be a workout?”

“Don’t you go to the gym often?” She jested.

“Yes, though I don’t have my girlfriend on my back most of the time.”

Akelda sticked out her tongue and he pecked her on the lips. Gazing onto her, he knew that it was time. His mother was coming over after years of made-up excuses to not come, and after much talking, they agreed: he and Akelda had been together since their third year at Hogwarts, he was basically another one of the family and was crazy about Akelda. And Akelda was crazy about him. They’d be graduating soon.

Finally, what seemed like Dene and Juli arguing again broke them from their trance, they both sighed and went back upstairs, where her sisters were yet again arguing.

“It is my dress! You know that purple is my colour!” Juliana shouted.

“You’re not the only one who dresses in purple! Besides, what are you, the inventor of purple?”

“No, I am the owner of it!”

“Girls, please…” Frederick pleaded, but went unheard.

Akelda clapped hard “Time out! Dene, explain what’s going on.”

Dene sighed “Juli has lost sight of her dress and is, of course, blaming me for it, despite knowing that my dress is white, not purple.”

“I tried to check on her wardrobe, but she wouldn’t let me!”

“Why?” Akelda asked.

“Because it’s my room, and thus my property!” Juliana shouted.

“Why don’t Akelda search for it? It’d be neutral property. I can supervise.” Edward proposed.

“What do you think?” Akelda asked.

“Fine by me.” Denegifu conceded.

“But none of you will be there. Go back to your chores.”

Both sisters sighed and went on. Akelda and Edward both went to Dene’s room, and Akelda searched for it while Edward stood watch. No sign of Juliana’s dress. Mostly clothes of white, black and cream, and no purple in sight.

They tried Juli’s room, and it was a mess to say the least. Edward even had to help with it, and searched on the top shelves of her massive wardrobe. There were old phones, sheets, hidden food, small chests of her private stuff, old dirty magazines but no dress. Akelda looked down the bed and found many purple garments, but no dress.

“Godric, even her thongs are purple.” She mumbled.

Edward grimaced “Gee, thank you for the image.”

Akelda giggled and gave him a tender kiss “Is it gone?”

He pretended to think “I don’t know. Care to double check?”

She shook her head but kissed him anyways, this time longer, and he quickly placed his hands on her waist, deepening the kiss.

Of course, Juliana walked in again “Ugh, can you please not make out in my room?” They separated and asked “Did you find it?”

“Nope. You have everything purple here save a dress. If you don’t count last year’s dress.”

They finally tried one last room where the servants washed the dresses, and Akelda spotted a lilac fabric. There it was, all cleaned up and hanging ready “Mystery solved, Watson.”

Edward hugged her from behind and kissed her temple “That’s my girl.”

She gave it to a happy Juliana, making her promise to apologize to Dene, and she relented. Edward and Akelda went back to their room, which had a door that communicated with the other so they’d be spending time together whenever they wanted, courtesy of Odalric for her seventeenth birthday. Both started changing into their evening clothes. Akelda would wear a baby blue dress that sparkled, alongside long star earrings, her grandmother’s ring and a pearl choker that Edward bought her with some of his savings as a three-year anniversary gift.

Edward, on his part, dressed up in his red suit, which Akelda had helped design and which she always remarked how handsome he looked and how much she loved it. Dropping into his pocket the special gift, he put on Akelda’s favourite cologne and straightened his collar and brushed one more time his hair, wanting to look presentable for his love and in-laws. And, of course, his mother. Taking a long breath, he whispered “You got this.” And met Akelda outside.

His eyes widened at the sight before him: she was a winter goddess, with her sparkly blue dress hugging her figure, a V-neck decorated with fur, her hair slicked back and with two fur gloves that reached her elbow, and her equally frosty makeup. “Akelda, you look… perfect.”

She kissed his cheek, leaving a mark of her pink gloss on his cheek that he would not wipe out “And you look very handsome.”

He offered his arm and she accepted, encountering Odalric already dressed in white and gold, and Denegifu, who wore a illusionary dress that looked like she was naked and covered in diamonds, a certain replica of a dress from Marylin Monroe.

Coming downstairs, Hilda and Agatha were already there. Hilda was wearing a suit with a vest, showing off her muscles, and Agatha wore a simple yet cute pink dress. Her mother wore a white dress with a plunged V-neck that was covered by a long boa of fur, and her father wore a black suit with his hair perfectly brushed. Cuthfelda followed, with a royal blue dress and her hair in a complex hairdo. Juliana was yet to come, probably wanting to make an entrance. Akelda, noticing her boyfriend’s sudden queasiness, squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek, easing him. It worked, but his shoulders tense once his mother, Elfreda, made an entrance. She was wearing a cute blue dress and greeted the hosts. When it was time to greet her son, she hugged him warmly and exchanged knowing looks. She turned to Akelda and smiled “You look beautiful, dear. This shall be a night to remember.”

Akelda looked at her, then back to her boyfriend, who shrugged. When the next wave of guests arrived, Juliana made her entrance, wearing a very revealing sparkling purple dress. Akelda whispered that tomorrow she’d wake up with a terrible cold, and Edward chuckled “Her dress is certainly something, but doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“Don’t let Juli hear that, or this will be a long night.”

He chuckled. He hoped it’d be a long night, but for other reasons.

The dinner party had winded down, and guests had started mingling, some of them already tipsy. With one look at Frederick, who nodded, he was quick to whisk away Akelda away from her mother, who winked him good luck. They went outside, and he of course offered his jacket. They started walking.

“Where are we going, my love?”

“To the greenhouse.”

“Why?”

He smiled “You’ll see.”

When they reached the doors, he covered Akelda’s eyes and started walking her to the place he had set up earlier that night, when Akelda had been once again helping Agatha with her homework. When they reached the destination, he took off his hands and she looked around, gasping. It had been decorated with a beautiful desk, and her comfort food instead of the dinner’s finger food. In front of them was the fountain, that read ‘I love you’ in sparkles. Akelda looked at her boyfriend “You replicated the dinner where you asked me to be your girlfriend?”

He nodded, and she quickly covered his face in kisses. He laughed “Hey, I’m not done! Sit down.”

He pulled the chair for her and served the cheesy gnocchi they tried on a family vacation to Parma, and she quickly dig in. She moaned, savouring the dish “Mmm! How did you replicate the recipe of the restaurant?”

“I may have reached out to the chef and beg him to give it to me for a special occasion…”

She kissed his hand and they talked for a bit about everything, commenting the flowers. Glancing at his clock, he knew that midnight would strike at any minute. He had two minutes to say the words.

He looked at her well. The moonlight on her face, the reflect of the water on her silver hair and the flowers surrounding him were enough to shoot his shot. He took her hands and cleared his throat “Akelda… These past seven years have been challenging: my mother back, the dispute of my father, the Battle of Hogwarts, your illness… it was all rough for me, and I was scared many times, but there is one thing that kept me brave: you. Seeing you smile through the pain, face it all with grace and kindness, and your love is what has made me braver, and everything that I am today is thanks to you.”

“Edward—,”

“Being your boyfriend has been the best thing in my life, and I am more than sure that you’re the woman of my dreams. I…” And then, midnight struck, and the rare flowers he had ordered bloomed, the room shining. He got on one knee and showed the blue sapphire ring Akelda always mused about having someday “Akelda Eunice Somerset, will you spend the rest of your lifetime with me?”

Akelda stood there, tearing up at such beautiful words, and broke into a smile “Edward, yes… YES!!”

Trembling of emotion, he placed the ring on her finger and got up. He kissed her as he grabbed her by her waist and spun her around, both crying of emotion and kissing each other. He whispered “I am the happiest man alive.”

“So am I.” She whispered back.

They kissed again, this time passionately, their emotions and lips doing the talking for them. His hands traced her neckline, then her back, drawing circles on her sides, just as hers tugged at his wild hair before they descended on his neck and chest “I love you so much… I can hardly breathe when I’m around you.”

“Please do. I need a live groom when I walk down the aisle.”

They both laughed and he kissed her again, dipping her as he deepened the kiss, his hand getting a grip on her leg, drawing gentle circles “I don’t want to get out of here.”

“Neither do I. I want to freeze time and stay here forever.”

“Then let’s not go yet. Stay here with me.”

“I plan to.” He whispered before kissing her again, laying her on the floor gently, not ready to be parted from her yet.

When they finally went back to the mansion, Edward was grinning widely and Akelda was shining as brightly as her sapphire engagement ring. All the guests looked back at them and he took her hand triumphantly, showing the ring “She said yes!”

Their parents cheered, and the sisters started squealing and going over to her sister, gazing at her ring as they gushed on how it had gone. Frederick and Edward shook hands, and Henriette and Elfreda hugged him warmly “Welcome to the family. Both of you.”

Akelda embraced her parents and her mother-in-law, smiling widely “I’m happy to have a girl like you on my family.” Elfreda said.

“And I’m happy to be part of your family as well.”

The party finally ended an hour later, and the newly engaged couple walked back to their shared room. He kissed her ring “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“And I can’t wait to spend a lifetime with you.”

Akelda smiled “I’ve got you something, but I don’t think it’d be as grand as this,” she raised her palm, showing her ring. Edward smiled.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love it.”

Akelda grabbed the small gift and gave it to him. He opened it and admired it. It was a pair of golden cufflinks with red and blue gemstones. The red one had an ‘A’ on it, and the blue one had an ‘E’ which each looked like Akelda and Edward’s handwriting. He beamed “My love… it’s beautiful! I don’t know how to thank you!”

Akelda smiled “How about you cuddle with me tonight? As a starter.”

He smiled, picking her up and both setting into her princess bed together.

They fell asleep, with a hopeful promise of a forever together.

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A Living Legacy, Chapter Five, Act One: Meeting the Monarch

a/n: finally, after another blood moon, i have updated this story! tbh i've been in a medieval mood, so finishing this was easy. enjoy!

summary: henriette goes on a diplomatic quest... to the faelwyd, where she'll have to impress a key figure in the war

ocs involved: monarch betwixt ( @hphmmatthewluther )

ocs mentioned: lachlann doherty, atticus doherty ( hphmmatthewluther)

taglist: @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard @cursedvaultss

As we both paced, Helga pointed “If we want absolute harmony, we need the changelings on our side.”

“True,” I conceded, “but Rowena’s apprentice is botching it.”

Helga grimaced. He was a lovely boy, but was yet to learn how to navigate this world. If only we could find a way to give them what they wanted… What did the fae like as much as their silver?

Then, the idea came as fast as lightning on a March evening.

“A bargain.” I muttered.

“Pardon?” Helga blinked.

“Fae love to bargain. Mama would always warn me about encountering faeries who’d try to ensnare me on a tempting bargain. Were I to talk to the offended party on the humans’ behalf, then we’d have the changelings on our side.”

“It is an ambitious plan, dear. But the changelings like nothing more than toying with us. You must be smarter.”

“Just because I am peaceful and kind does not mean I do not have a conniving and calculating side. I simply have no need to be on my guard all the time. I am the Queen’s favourite. You’d be surprised of the scrumptious deals I have made in her name. If the Monarch underestimates me because I am soft and calm, it will be their mistake.”

Helga smiled at me knowingly “The brighter the snake, the more poisonous.”

I had never once recurred to my hidden personality, courtesy of father’s harsh lessons, but for this, I ought to leave my reluctance behind. Because a war was brewing, and lives were at stake.

If I had to be my father’s daughter to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, then I would make him proud, if that was ever possible.

After a week of seeking the nearest portal, leaving Godric’s army behind, I looked at Helga. She squeezed my hand “Do not fear, my girl. I know you, and if someone can charm a hedonistic royal, it’s you.”

“Charming royalty is not an easy fit. It must be made with tact, intelligence, boldness and a good measured cunning.”

Helga kissed both cheeks “How grateful I am for having rescued you from that godawful troll.”

“You and I both.”

I entered the portal, and it felt like being swallowed by earth herself. When I opened my eyes, a different world came into my eyes. Everything shone, there was purple everywhere, and everything felt opulent and overwrought.

I squared my shoulders. I had faced people like this all the time. An hedonistic changeling wouldn’t be my end.

Standing before the walls of the castle of the Sovereigns, I squared my shoulders and announced “I’d like to request an audience with the Sovereign of Changelings. Lady Helga Hufflepuff sends me.”

“And you are?” the guard asked haughtily.

I quickly matched it “I am Senator Gemi.”

The guard’s eyebrow quickly twitched, but fixed it and cleared its throat “The sovereigns aren’t available. However—,”

“I shall receive the lovely lady myself.” A voice called.

I turned up to see a person, not quite a woman, not quite a man, with silver hair, pale skin and violet eyes, looking at me quizzically. I matched their stance “You honour me, ah…”

They offered me their hand “Betwixt. Monarch Betwixt.”

I curtsied as low as I could with my heavy ivory dress, and accepted their hand. They led me through the maze that the palace was, and took me to what it seemed like a sitting room, much more opulently decorated and with silver where the eye could meet. They offered me to sit, and, like practised, sat poised and straight, and gazed at them “However may we help you, senator? Though, no offence to you mortals, but your kind isn’t very welcome to women in politics.”

“You stand correct, Monarch. This is my undercover name, for I have some… personal troubles regarding my identity. I have come here to discuss an alliance.”

Their ears perked up, their feet slamming onto the desk. I didn’t allow myself to visibly flinch “And what if I don’t want to discuss politics now? They are so dreadful, and if I have to hear such word one more time, I shall go mad.”

I offered them a smile “What would you wish to discuss, then?”

“Literature, art, history, fashion, the reason you’re hiding your true name… anything save politics.”

“Well, as far as literature comes, I enjoy Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and when I seek a laugh, I like to read Lysistrata. I’ve always dreamt of seeing the Roman Colosseum, I prefer Ancient Egypt to Greece or Rome, my favoured colours are yellow and blue, and I am undercover because I disappointed my king. Did I sate your desire of debate?”

Betwixt observed me, a curious look on their face, then simply asked “Tell me, Gemi, why Egypt?”

“Henriette,” I blurted out. I cleared my throat “My name is Henriette.”

They leaned back “Why Egypt, Henriette?”

I bit my lip “It is probably the most ancient civilization to the date. The Egyptians inspired the Greeks and Romans, and their culture and customs is so fascinating… a shame that a woman like me is not allowed to read such complex writings…”

Betwixt smiled “A shame indeed. Your intelligence matches your beauty, Henriette. But what shines more is your kind and calm disposition. You wish you were freer from the chains of your position, would you not?”

I sputtered; I did not expect them to read me so well “Power comes with a price, I suppose.”

Betwixt, not taking their eyes off me, munched on his fruit thoughtfully “Well, I’d be a fool not to hear such a lovely woman like yourself out. Do tell me what on earth does Lady Hufflepuff want now.”

I straightened up, remembering my mission, and started talking as calmly an eloquently as one could manage with so little training and time. “You see, there is a war raging amongst wizards and muggles, and what my ladyship aims for is…”

For an hour and a half, I exposed the problem and how Betwixt could help out. There was something off about their posture and how they listened to me, their body language told me that they were more involved than I gave them credit for then. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I was informed of what he planned to do with charitable, heroic Lachlann Doherty.

Primrose blinked “Wait. Lachlann Doherty, as in ‘dismantler of the Silver Kingdom and hero of Hogwarts’ Lachlann Doherty?”

“The very same. Much humbler and quieter in real life than historians gave him credit for. The poor boy just wanted a family and to be left alone, but alas, destiny, and I suppose Lady Ravenclaw, had other plans.”

Primrose gave her a shy smile “That is what Atti—I mean, Mr. Doherty said as well. I suppose that one cannot have a quiet life while your bloodline is cursed.”

Henriette smiled “I hope he is treating you kindly. I like to think that Lam would be happy to see our alliances spanning centuries.”

Primrose blushed, biting her lip “He and I… we aren’t—I mean—We are just two people who understand each other. I am a promised woman, my lady.”

“Engagements are feeble things. Easily as broken as they are done. No one would be surprised if you got cold feet and decided to back out.”

Primrose cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic “Right, uh, Betwixt and their role in the war. Did your charms pay off?”

“Oh, they did. So much, it set the course for them… and the fate of the Silver Kingdom.”

The younger lady started scribbling in her notebook as the portrait resumed her story.

As Betwixt accompanied me back to the portal back to Earth, they gave me a roguish smile as they kissed my hand “I hope to see more of you, Lady Henriette. Your kind should fight among themselves more often.”

I gave them a disarming smile “You only need to request for my presence and I shall be there, as long as Lady Hufflepuff obliges.”

I bowed and left for the Scottish Highlands. Helga was waiting there, and when she saw my face, understood that all went well. Nevertheless, she asked “Well?”

I beamed “I like to think that we’ve got the changelings on the right side of the war.”

However, that was just the beginning. There was much to be done, although a certain Lord Slytherin did not make our jobs easy.

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The Eight Husbands of Jade St. Clair (OPEN)

Born as Aurora di Napoli, she is her father's firstborn child of five children and studied at Hogwarts, growing up she dreamt of becoming an actress. It wasn't the most popular job, but she was determined.

She is the typical 30s/40s woman. She loves a party, a good drink and being the center of attention. She is secretly a lesbian, but ends up marrying eight times to cover it up.

I am looking for many husbands. If you have a FBAWTFT male OC who is looking for a wife/family. Here are the eight tropes for the husband

WLW & MLM solidarity marriage

Astute man who is in need of someone beautiful and cunning for their career (doesn't have to be acting)

Person of a minority that isn't the LGBT (Black, disabled, poor, immigrant, etc) who needs a rich wife

Millionaire/man of the elite who wants an arranged marriage for X reasons

Empoverished Widower in need of a woman who can provide for him and someone else (family, children, etc)

Childhood friends who promised to marry each other if they never found anyone else

Sickly man who's dying and wants to try out marriage before dying

Fellow actor who marries Rory to be more famous and skyrocket his career

Ofc you can offer anything else but these are the main ideas! Remember that Rory is a lesbian and will never fall for any man whom she marries. She can have a strong connection, but never fall in love because, at one point in her life, she will fall for a woman.

The true love interest trope:

Fellow actress who's exploring her sexuality and falls for Rory

Fellow lesbian is divorced/widowed from her husband after a forced marriage and falls for Rory

Hogwarts alumni reconnects with Rory after seeing her in wizard films

Neighbour of Rory ends up falling in love

I'm open for more, but these are a few ideas! Your girl will probably have to watch Rory get married eight times. If she is cunning like Rory, she may even be behind the marriage, but if she's not, then they'll be bound to have a complex and low-key tragic affair. They may never truly marry because of the times they live. Jade is Evelyn Hugo-coded and is inspired in Marilyn Monroe & Elizabeth Taylor, a femme fatale-esque woman. Lmk if you have any male or female OCs who'd you'd like to see in this storyline. New OCs are more than welcome!!!

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taglist

please reply/reblog with what you want to be in. likes will not count as an entry!!!

perma tag (you're insane and i love you);

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founders era;

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rising eras;

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hp victorian era;

- primrose gray's legacy (primrose x several ocs)

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hp wwi era;

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fantastic beasts and where to find them;

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riddle era;

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marauders era;

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hphm;

- over the brink of war (semele x kaari, elodie x miro, geena greenaway)

golden era;

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hpma;

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hp next gen;

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tagging a few people who might be interested in my writing: @gaygryffindorgal @potionboy3 @cursedvaultss @legilimenace @that-scouse-wizard

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If they had a kid: Akedward AU

Name: Robert Geirmund the Noble

Gender: Male

General appearance: Blonde hair, wide blue eyes, stoic expression

Personality: Brave, insightful, kind, wise and generous

Special talents: Is a great swordsman

Who they like better: Akelda

Who they take after more: Edward

Personal headcanon: His birth was difficult for Akelda and nearly died, but it all turned out fine and is Henriette's favourite grandkid 🥹

Face Claim: Finn Elliot

Tagging @cursedvaultss because it's a crime that nobody asked Akedward and I've been missing them lately 🥹🫶🏻 this is now my fave au bye

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king edward of house lannister & queen akelda of house tully

@cursedvaultss bringing back the got!au for a hot moment for these two since they act in the same universe

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Official OC Ships

FOUNDERS ERA

Brunhilda of Cologne x Mathilde Coventry [ @camillejeaneshphm ] x Lachlann Doherty [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Henriette of Wessex x Frederick of Kent [ @that-scouse-wizard ]

Sancha Delgado x Betwixt, Monarch of the Changelings [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Luxia Thorne x Evander Mountmorris [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

next gen;

Dayana of Glasgow x Sam Doherty [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Odalric the Red x Matilda of Essex

Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant [ @cursedvaultss ]

THE RISING ERAS

Matteo Somerset x Sancia D'Este

Ipolytta Howard x Thomas Somerset x Drystan Gaunt [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

HPHL

Primrose Gray x Malcolm Stolberg-Burke [ @gaygryffindorgal ] 

Cecilia Balinor x Lavinia Wakefield [ @gaygryffindorgal ] 

Jesse Seymour x Nadia Erbland [ @gcldensnitch ] 

Beatrice Brown x Orla Atkinson [ @nightmaresart ] 

Blanche Dubois x Lionel Astor [ @cursebreakerfarrier ] 

Ernest di Napoli x Abigail Bennett [ @mjs-oc-corner ] 

Adonis Demiurgos x Minerva Kennedy [ @unfortunate-arrow ] 

Marcellus Thorne x Victoria Montgomery [ @nightmaresart ] 

Nilufer Sultan x Simon Battersea [ @unfortunate-arrow ] 

Phineas Falcon x Hestia Herron [ @cursebreakerfarrier ] 

Emmeline Falcon x Abraham Alden [ @cursed-herbalist ] 

Sara Rosier x Carmine Elderberry [ @potionboy3 ] 

Lihuan Wei x Noelle Brenton [ @magicallymalted ] 

Lucie Cromwell x Thane Greenaway [ @potionboy3 ] 

Ambrose Cromwell x Melinda Ives [ @kathrynalicemc ] 

FBAWTFT 

Jude Dubois x Caspar Brokenshire [ @cursebreakerfarrier ] 

Vincent Somerset x Margaret Taylor [ @camillejeaneshphm ] 

Enya Thorne x Robert Astor 

Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy x Iolanthe Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ] 

Albert Rosier x Ruth Marchmont [ @potionboy3 ] 

RIDDLE ERA 

Elodie Dubois x Lyubomir Vulchanov [ @magicallymalted ] 

Lawrence Somerset x Millicent Abbott 

MARAUDER’S ERA 

Denise Shannon x Remus Lupin 

Delphine Vixen x Bessilyn Quinn [ @gaygryffindorgal ] 

Sybil Vixen x Valentina de Valerio [ @camillejeaneshphm ] 

Rue Selwyn x Regulus Black 

HPHM 

Isabelle Dubois x Penny Haywood 

Valentina Somerset x Caiden Solace [ @camillejeaneshphm ] 

Semele Thorne x Kaari Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ] 

GOLDEN ERA 

Rocío Gallardo x Trinity Reynolds [ @hphmmatthewluther ] 

Almudena Gallardo x Neville Longbottom

Jimena Gallardo x Jebron Perphyra [ @nicos-oc-hell ] 

HPMA 

Mary Ann Von Deyne x Gabrielle Blanchet [ @nightmaresart ] 

Harry Seymour x Savannah Bradford [ @mjs-oc-corner ]

Lennox Arcano-Thorne x TBD [ @gcldensnitch ]

Diana Somerset x Tiberius Dormer

Shreya Battersea-Parsons x John Arthur [ @potionboy3 ] x Kevin Farrell

NON-HP OCS 

Lady Marie Beauchamp x Eloise Bridgerton 

Lisbeth Foy x Ada Thorne 

Esmeralda Yakovsdotter x Genya Safin