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wisteria-blooms · 19 days ago

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P A R A D I S E // P O T I O N S!

PAIRING: Bill Weasley & You WARNINGS: smut!! so much smut!!, oral (giving, receiving), piv, sex pollen trope, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampies, all the makings of a bad porn plot **MINORS DNI** SUMMARY: As per Percy’s recommendation to his mother, you’re tasked to house-sit the Burrow while the family is away for the Quidditch World Cup. You’re Percy's closest friend and much like him, you are more than wary of his mischievous twin brothers, Fred and George. But what if their machinations lead you to something you’ve always dreamt of coming true? (8.0k words)

A/N: Been going through a bit of writer’s block recently, so hopefully a load of debauchery (as big as Bill's) breaks down that wall. I’ve been mad at how my sentences are coming out—they sound so redundant and boring. Also, I’m not great at editing my smut scenes because I get embarrassed reading them, so enjoy at your own risk. ;)

PARADISE POTIONS!

There was an undeniable feeling of late summer that nestled in the morning air, a pleasant marriage of warmth and wind. As you trekked up a tall, grassy hill, you breathed it all in. You were in disbelief that August had snuck up on you so suddenly. That meant only two weeks left of freedom before you were confined to a cubicle in the Ministry of Magic, wasting your life away.

‘It won’t be so bad’, you reminded yourself. After all, Percy Weasley would be there alongside you in the same department. He was your most supportive and reliable friend, contrary to popular opinion. And it’d been him that pitched the idea that you house sit the Burrow while he and his family were away at the Quidditch World Cup. Apparently, he’d told Molly that you were mature, responsible, and ‘very much like him.’ You had to tease him about the compliment he threw in about himself.

Molly would provide you room and board for the next week. Your tasks mainly included upkeep of the garden, feeding the animals, and ensuring the home didn’t seem completely empty as the whole family vacationed. Molly simply hated to keep an empty house.

“Good morning, Perce!” you greeted with a wave when you reached the tip of the hill.

He waved back from the main entrance. Then, he motioned for your luggage.

“How was your journey?”

“Uneventful,” you affirmed. “Though the walk up was great exercise. I feel very much awake now.”

“It’s quite the trek,” he agreed.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the orientation at the Ministry we had last week,” you gushed. “I’m so excited to start work.”

“Me too,” Percy agreed with a nod.

“Mum would like to have you in for a spot of breakfast,” Percy said.

“I’d be delighted.” You heard excellent things about Molly Weasley’s breakfasts.

Percy held the door open for you. The windchimes sounded from above you, signaling your entrance. You brushed past a fluttery overhead curtain. When the material unveiled itself, you came face to face with a long dining table. There were only six occupants: Ginny, Ron, the infamous Harry Potter, Hermione, Charlie, and Bill. You gave a small wave to the younger kids. They nodded wordlessly. You reckoned that in their eyes, any friend of Percy’s must be some masochist deviant.

To the side, Arthur was chatting with who you supposed was Amos Diggory, combing through their plans.

“Good morning, (Y/N) dear,” Molly greeted. You were glad she thought of you just as prim and proper and organized as her third-eldest son.

You took a seat with Percy. He sat where his newspaper and coffee mug laid, right in front of Charlie. With a nervous smile, you sat to his right and…

Your eyes immediately landed on Bill. He was Percy’s eldest brother, and by far the most handsome. You were embarrassed to admit that you’d always fancied him. Not in the soul-crushing-adult-love kind of way, but in a silly schoolgirl way. He was so tall, so subtly muscly from sports. And he was a little more fun than Percy, though you’d never tell him that.

But given that you were so young, there was no viable chance of anything happening. So, you chose to admire him from afar in the two years you overlapped schooling. You were now eighteen like Percy, but you maintained the fact Bill still saw you as a child, nothing else. It was an infatuation that would hurt no one, so you just let it be.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

You suppressed a smile as he acknowledged you.

“Good morning, Bill.”

“Good morning, (Y/N),” sang Charlie.

You smiled. “Hi, Charlie.” Charlie was quite the handful. You preferred Bill’s calmness than Charlie’s calamity.

“I see it’s you who was tasked with watching our house,” Bill said. “I couldn’t have chosen better myself.”

“Thank you, Bill.” That compliment was going into your pocket for a rainy day.

Bill was still ever so handsome, appearances aging like fine wine, with his soft ginger locks that framed his sharp cheekbones. His blue eyes glinted in the morning sun. You peeked at his chiselled jaw and his—dare you say—kissable lips. His t-shirt barely hid the muscles in his arms. He might’ve been tall and predisposed to being lankier compared to Charlie, but you knew he had his own ways to keep fit.

You were so busy being entranced by Bill that you’d lost track of time and space. All you knew was that it was the best morning ever, sitting in front of him, surrounded by faint windchimes and the chirping birds outside to the window. Breakfast hadn’t even been served and you were already salivating thinking about Bill doing push-ups under the hot Egyptian sun, and that wasn’t even that deep in the gutter where most of your thoughts laid, in fact—

Suddenly, a large explosion reverberated through the house and shook the table. It jolted you and Percy. You yelped and ducked. When you regained your sense of place, you looked up. No one else besides you and Percy were fazed.

“What was that?” you asked Percy, trying to settle your heart.

“Fred! George!” Molly cried, walking over to the stairs with her spatula still in hand. “What have I told you about your experiments?”

“Sorry, mum,” George said, running down the stairs, a smidge of ash on his face. “That’s it for today, I promise.”

“I don’t want to hear this again, ever!” Molly shrieked. Then, she calmed down when she realised she was in front of guests. “Well, if that’s it, then help out a little bit, won’t you? We have to get going in less than an hour.”

“Sure thing,” George said with a smile. He ran over to the table and to the coffee pot. He gave it a jiggle, letting the remaining liquid slosh around. “Anyone need a top up of their coffee?”

“Mum made that pot, you can trust it,” Percy advised.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then looked up at George, “I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

George sauntered over and poured you a cup. “Coffee, Bill?” he asked.

“That sounds good,” Bill responded.

“You’ll have to wait another ten minutes then,” George said with a frown. He tapped the empty glass container. “I’ve just run out. If only (Y/N) didn’t drink for two.”

“Quit it,” Percy warned his brother with a low tone.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You were about to offer Bill your cup when Percy held out a hand to stop you.

“Keep it,” Percy countered as she shoved the white mug back to your side. “I wouldn’t trust anything they put out. I’m glad it’s you that took the last of what mum made.”

You kept your voice quiet and giggled. “I hope Bill has an iron stomach, then.”

Percy nodded.

While Percy could be harsh on his siblings, you were grateful for his looking out for you. To be fair, you were also skittish around Fred and George. They weren’t as easy to read as other people. A friendly smile often meant something sinister.

“Would anyone like some liqueur in your morning beverage?” Fred asked, skipping three steps as he ran down the stairs. He reached underneath his coat as if selling contraband. “I have whatever tickles your fancy. In fact, Georgie and I have been working on something we reckon will be extremely profitable.”

Molly shot him a glare. You shook your head politely.

“Don’t feel like you have to respond to his foolishness,” advised Percy. “He doesn’t deserve your time of day.”

“Loosen up, (Y/N),” Fred commanded. “If you hang around Percy all day and refuse any fun, you’ll both die virgins.”

You went beet red immediately. It was a shade that rivalled Percy’s in speed and depth. You prayed that Bill wasn’t paying attention to you.

“That is ENOUGH!” bellowed Molly who whipped around so quickly that she nearly decapitated George with her wooden spoon. She’d reached her boiling point. “I won’t have you ruining our morning with your distasteful conversations, especially with all our guests presents.” She charged over to Fred and handed him a stack of plates. “Go on, make yourself useful and set the table.”

“(Y/N), darling,” Molly said, her sudden change in tone a little frightening. “I’ve cleared out Bill’s old room for you. Since he’s heading back to Egypt right after the World Cup, he’ll share Charlie’s room for the time for the last night. There are fresh sheets and towels and a change of clothes if you need. You are welcome to use the bath right next to the room.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Fred’s comment about your virginity went through one of Molly’s ears and out the other. Thank Merlin.

“Coffee’s ready, dear brother,” George sang. “How do you take it?”

“Just black,” Bill responded. “Thank you, George.”

You peered at Bill through a sip of coffee. Your heart fluttered again. Summers were really the best. It was the only chance to see him again for a flicker of time, an hour or two, before he travelled halfway across the world again. In this case, in a week. As the meal went on, you stared at him so intently during breakfast that your fork speared your cheek instead of your mouth multiple times.

When breakfast concluded, you assured Molly that you’d take care of the dishes and ushered her to the door.

“I hope you have a nice time,” you said to Ron and his friends. He mumbled a thanks. You smiled at him, happy that you were making some progress with Percy’s younger brother. Your peace was ruined by Fred and George murmuring amongst themselves excitedly. You hoped it was about the World Cup and nothing else.

Arthur was doing a routine headcount when he asked: “Where’s Bill?”

“He said he had some emergency work to finish up for the bank,” Charlie said. “Keep the portkey open for him for another hour, and he’ll be sure to make it by then.”

“If you need anything,” Percy said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You know where to find me.”

You nodded.

After the Weasleys left, you locked the door and headed back into the house. Knowing Bill was upstairs working, you got to tidying the kitchen in the quietest manner you could. You hoped the running water and the occasional clinking of dishes wasn’t bothering him. It would be really embarrassing if he came down to complain about the noise.

After the kitchen was cleaned, you went outside to trim the shrubs, water the plants, and feed the cows. You forced yourself not to peek at the front door to see if Bill had left. He probably had, and it hurt a bit that he’d gone without saying goodbye.

The temperature had risen dramatically since you arrived in the morning, and by the time you were done, you were a sweaty mess. Bill had likely gone which meant you’d have the house to yourself. You caved into the idea of a long bath to wipe the mud and grime off your body. You dashed up to the main washroom Molly offered you and began running the water.

When you were finished with your bath, you wrapped a clean towel around you and proceeded to your room. Maybe you could do some reading and take a nap before deciding on dinner, Your chest tingled when you realised it was Bill’s old room—how lucky were you? The first thing you noticed when you entered was that Bill’s room was clean and sparse. Molly had left a window cracked open to allow for a gentle breeze, and placed your clothes on the bed. You took a couple steps forward and let your towel drop on the floor to reach for your tank top when suddenly…

Your hand met a tuft of hair. Hair that was attached to a pale, sweaty head.

You screamed as you tumbled back, your bare bum hitting the wooden floor. Oh, where the heck was your wand when you needed it? You grabbed a pair of slippers in self-defence.

“Who’s there?” you said in the bravest voice you could muster. “You need to get out of here, now!”

The thing in the bed just groaned weakly. You saw a pale, shaking arm stick out of the covers. Whatever it was, it was at least human, hopefully.

Your hand grappled the top of the desk for your wand. Once you found it, you rose cautiously from the floor with the intent to peel away the covers. You’d dealt with Boggarts; you’d seen your worst nightmares in person. You treaded cautiously because the creature could rise at any moment. But it didn’t, forcing you to get closer.

Your heart almost stopped when your hands grasped the hem of the covers. Your life flashed before your eyes. You needed to survive. You needed to live to work with Percy at the Ministry come September. You needed to live for your family. You needed to live for the off chance Bill Weasley shared the same feelings as you—oh, you were about to die, what was the point of thinking about Bill?

With your wand in an offensive position, you ripped the sheets off.

But there was nothing.

Nothing at all.

What?

It took you a few seconds to process it, but this… thing wasn’t a creature at all. In fact, it was Bill Weasley. Well, an apparition of him of sorts. He looked extremely pale and sickly, his skin the shade of paper. His ginger hair stuck to his face, his sweat binding it like it was wet glue. There was an intense warmth radiating from his skin, and his body jostled slightly as the cold air hit him.

“Bill? You called out in complete disbelief. “Are—are you okay?”

He groaned in response. Slowly, he turned his head towards you. He looked even worse up close, or as worse as Bill Weasley could possibly look. His eyebrows were intensely furrowed, his breathing laboured, and he could barely open those pretty eyes of his—oh, not this again! Bill looked to be on death’s bed and all you were thinking about was how handsome he was.

“I don’t know what happened,” Bill breathed out. His voice was a mere rasp. “I was feeling fine this morning. I can hardly get up now. And I can’t talk,” he coughed as if to prove a point, “above a whisper.”

“Are you running a fever?” you inquired, concern thick in your voice.

“No, I don’t think—,” Bill mustered the strength to open his eyes. He looked startled. “(Y/N)?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Where…”

You looked at Bill intently.

“Where are your clothes?”

“Huh?”

You looked down. Your mouth went slack. You were barer than the day you were born.

“Shit!” you exclaimed. “I’m sorry, don’t look, don’t look, sorry, sorry!” So caught up in the heat of things, you’d haphazardly abandoned your towel in exchange for your life. You scampered back to retrieve it and tied it back on yourself. When you looked up, Bill was, fortunately, turned away, and only a sliver of his naked back was visible to you.

“Is there anything I can help with?” you asked in a state of panic. ‘Besides giving you a show?’ On the inside, you had to laugh at the thought of a striptease benefiting Bill’s health.

Bill was looking worse for wear with every passing second, and you were just prancing around without clothes. “Your mother keeps potions in the cabinet, doesn’t she? I’ll go find an antipyretic--”

Bill swiped at his forehead with his palm. “I don’t think it’s a fever, well, to the best of my knowledge.”

“Then perhaps some water?” you offered. “Or some soup?”

“(Y/N),” Bill called. Your name rolled off like velvet from his lips. “Come here, please.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart was beating erratically and whether it was out of fear or anticipation, you didn’t know. Still, you complied and began walking over. The floor felt like pricks underneath your feet.

“Could you please take these sheets off?” Bill asked. “I might try to cool down.”

You nodded. “S-sure.” You pinched the hem of the bedsheet with your forefinger and thumb and carefully stripped the sheet off. Every second that passed unveiled a new, delicious sight: Bill’s toned chest, the crevice between his chest and abdominal muscles, the veins running down his forearms, and the shapely twin creases that led straight down to his briefs. A chill of disappointment ran through your body when you realised he was still clothed.

‘Stay focussed’, you pleaded with yourself. You were here to help Bill, not to take advantage of him.

“Is that better?” you asked Bill, but your eyes weren’t on his face. They were instead fixated on the centre of his body and namely, the very present bulge at the apex of his black briefs. His manhood had tented so viciously that it stretched the black fabric until it was translucent. Was that a spot of pink flesh or were you just seeing things? You gulped and tried to reign in your imagination.

Bill breathed out as the cool air kissed his skin. “Marginally.”

“I can bring the fan inside the room,” you suggested so quickly you almost toppled off the bed.

“Wait.” Bill’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could get anywhere. Your skin scorched. “Can you help me with one more thing?”

You were about to explode. “Sure, Bill.”

“Could you help me remove my briefs too?”

Your jaw had, at this point, permanently detached from your face. “What?”

“Just one last thing and my temperature should regulate itself.”

Was stripping really a remedy to Bill’s ailment? Shaking your head, you decided to help him in any way possible before running back to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face to ascertain that you weren’t dreaming. This definitely had to be a dream. Today probably hadn’t even started yet. Any minute now, your alarm would ring and you would wake up so disappointed.

“Alright.”

Slowly, you hooked your fingers underneath the elastic waistband of Bill’s briefs. His blue eyes fluttered close and his face twisted in relief. You suppressed a groan at the sight of Bill like this, pleasured by your every touch.

You’d never admit that Fred was right in his observation this morning, but it was true that you’d never seen a… penis in the flesh. But there was no turning away now as your hands worked to expose every inch of pink flesh hiding underneath Bill’s undergarments. It was deliciously lewd, the way his long cock sprang out from the confines of his boxers and nearly slapping you in the face. A tad closer, and the appendage would’ve swiped your cheek. Just inches in front you pulsed a swelling, oozing pink tip that was connected to a thick shaft that only seemed to grow slightly in girth as you stripped him.

You had nothing but anatomical pictures and the circumference of your wrist to compare him to, but even you knew he was bigger than average. Bill had, truly, the prettiest cock to ever exist. Pale, smooth, pink, but an angrier shade coloured the head. He was thick, but even thicker near the base. Veins painted his manhood like art. You almost had to wonder how he’d feel inside you, splitting your virgin pussy open. It would kill you.

Holy shit. You had to stop thinking, because you were getting yourself wet.

Bill raised his hips up to help you bring the last bit of his briefs down from underneath him. Your hand grazed the back of his thigh. The unintended action elicited a not-so-subtle moan from Bill.

“I’m sorry, I—,” Bill said, pushing himself up on the bed. His neck was flushed crimson and his breathing heavy. You had plummeted into the ocean with the saltwater flooding your ears; you could barely hear. You gulped as a bead of wetness suddenly spurted out of the tip of his cock and threatened to run down the length of it. “I reckon I was cursed or hexed by someone,” he surmised. “It’s not like me to require such things of you, or anyone for that matter.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered. Your hand was turning white with the deathgrip on your towel. “But Bill, did that… help?”

The smartest thing to do was to remove yourself from this conversation and call for help, but you kept pressing the topic. You planted your palms on the mattress and looked on in awe. Bill was well-endowed beyond your wildest dreams. You couldn’t stop admiring him.

Forgetting he was naked, Bill sat up. His cock curled closer to his navel as a result. “What?”

You ripped your eyes away from the bead of precum that’d captivated your attention. “When we touched. It seemed to bring some colour to your face.”

“Come to think of it, I reckon it did, yeah,” Bill responded. He furrowed his brows, his words dying on his lips. There was only one direction this conversation was going to go and you had steered it off the overpass and down the cliff.

You spoke up first. “Have you tried touching…”

“Myself?” Bill finished with a chuckle.

You blushed. “Yes, well,” you countered. “It’s not entirely unreasonable, and—”

“I have.”

You tilted your head. “And?”

Bill attempted to lift his hands, but they gravitated down to the bed. “Well, I’ve… tried,” he admitted sheepishly, “but it’s made it worse.” He chuckled and shook his head at the state he was in. “And now I can’t even manage to move my arm.”

“Oh.” You frowned. “But when I touched you, you felt better?”

Bill blew out some air which tickled the wet hair on his forehead. He gestured to his raging erection. “Can you… would you mind? You’re right, it might help.”

Would you mind?

Of course you wouldn’t.

“I’ve never, erm,” you countered. A blaze of heat rushed to your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit to Bill that Fred was right when he clocked you as a virgin, though it didn’t take a deep understanding of your person to come to that conclusion. You and Percy both looked down on dalliances as prefects back in school, even busting students in the act and sending them to be reprimanded. You reckoned Bill was going to find it uncool but it was better to be truthful. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He chuckled. “I figured.”

You wanted to shrivel up and die.

“But it’s absolutely fine,” Bill correctly quickly, knowing he’d offended you slightly. “You don’t need to have done it to know how to do it. I’ll guide you.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He did his best to motion to the base of him with his hands. “Grip me firmly down here.”

You obliged, holding him at the base with your right hand as you clutched your towel in the other. For an usually flaccid body part, Bill was very, very hard and warm. All the blood in his body was concentrated into one area, so it made sense. You were grateful when your thumb still managed to touch the tips of your fingers because, well, he was quite big and you weren’t confident he was going to fit in your hand.

“Move up and down,” Bill instructed in between heavy pants. You nodded. When you started shifting your hand from the base to the head and back, he let out a low groan. His skin felt like velvet in your hands; he felt so good. “Yeah, just like that.” Precum dribbled from Bill and onto from the side of your fingers as you moved faster and covered more ground. Bill’s eyes alternated from open to close in erratic intervals as you began to adjust your speed and the tightness of your fingers around him. When Bill stopped talking, you reckoned you were doing a pretty damn good job.

Bill was powerless underneath you and you relinquished the feeling. But you wanted more.

So, you shifted from the edge of the bed towards the end of it, squeezing yourself in between his long legs. You never took your hands off him in the process so Bill was none the wiser about your mischievous movements. So, it was only when Bill heard the creaking of the bed that he looked up in surprise. By then, it was too late. You had already stopped pumping his shaft and leaned in to inhale the sweet musk instead.

“Can I?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.

Bill inhaled sharply, his cock duking out his brain for once the last shred of modesty. Oh, fuck modesty. “Only if you want to.”

In one swift motion, you leaned in and kissed the red and leaking tip. Clearly, it was you who really wanted to do this. When the soft skin of your lips met the soft skin of his head, Bill let out an audible gasp that was immediately swallowed by a throaty moan. He was not expecting you to be so brazen, so generous in your help. Little did he know you’d do anything for him at this point, his own affliction long forgotten.

“How does that feel?” you asked.

“Amazing,” he rasped.

You licked the precum—salty, a little tingly, you noted—off his slit with the tip of your tongue. He tasted so good. Bill threw his head back. The ridges of his abs crinkled as he tried to hold himself upright with his elbows on the bed. He wanted to see you. You smacked your lips, unable to wait patiently to devour your meal. Then, in a moment of pure deviousness and sheer horniness, you enveloped Bill’s tip around your mouth.

“Shit!”

This was the last thing Bill said before he fell back onto the bed. You took that as a sign of surrender; what you were doing felt too good for him to keep his defences up. He’d long stopped giving you instructions and let you take reign. Emboldened, you licked the slit with your tongue with Bill still nestled in your mouth. You then began to take him in further, as far as you could before he reached a natural stopping point at the back of your throat. Your mouth tensed—he was too big to fit comfortably inside. You sucked in your cheeks, hypothesising that a tighter fit would feel better for Bill. Sure, you were inexperienced, but you weren’t stupid or ignorant on the subject of what was pleasurable.

“Yes, that’s it, (Y/N), just like that.”

You forewent your towel in favour of holding onto Bill’s thighs, placing one hand on the side of each of his legs. Still, you pressed your breasts down on the bed to hide your nipples to preserve what little was left for Bill to still see. Then again, what was the point of dignity when his dick was in your mouth?

Bill’s hands quietly crept along the bedsheets and floated towards your head. From there, his long fingers wove and nestled themselves in your hair so deeply that it wouldn’t be easy for you to untangle yourself. Clever of him. His fingernails glided across your scalp, slowly, tenderly, like a predator circling their prey before the attack. Bill then started guiding your head up and down slowly, his patience clearly wearing thin and needing to take matters into his own hands--literally.

“Feeling okay?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to speak. Bill noted this and chuckled. You gave him a pointed look.

“Hard to look intimidating with my cock in your mouth, love,” he said, tightening his fingers around your hair. You grumbled something unintelligible. The wetness leaking out of your core spoke volumes for you.

Bill’s hands were fully entangled in your hair as he continued to lift you up and down. Slow at first, but he could hardly contain himself after the first minute. The way his big cock pulsed in your mouth, gods… The faster he commanded you to move, the more his visage grew streaked from the tears in your eyes. You tightened your grip on his thighs every time his cock glided across your palate and pushed itself down your throat. You did everything in your power to not gag or choke, but when he did strike particularly deep, you pulled off of him immediately.

“I’m sorry,” Bill quickly said. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head, wiped a wet line of tears from your face, coughed, and responded, “No, I’m fine.”

You crawled back to him and engulfed him without another word.

“Ah,” Bill breathed out. “Fuck, (Y/N). You feel so good.”

You shouldn’t be enjoying being used so much, but you loved it. Loved it especially when Bill held you in place and began thrusting into your mouth instead as a means to conserve effort and increase his speed. You were growing wetter and wetter with every compliment he spoke. You imagined Bill’s big hands gripping your hips, stilling you, as he thrust repeatedly into your pussy. You wanted to be used everywhere.

“Shit,” he growled, lazy eyes hovering on you. Deliciously lazy and so hazy. “I’m close.”

He stopped thrusting, but you hadn’t stopped bobbing your head up and down. You were so far gone in your quest to make Bill come that you’d thrown your own needs aside.

“Hold on, (Y/N),” Bill commanded. “Don’t you want to—ah—!”

You knew he’d reached his climax when his hips ascended and stilled above the bed. A deep moan left his mouth. Bill’s cock twitched heavily with every rope of cum that shot its way into your mouth. He didn’t quit until every crevice of your mouth was sloshing with his seed; he was a never-ending faucet of cum.

After a minute, you finally detached yourself from him, careful to keep the fruits of your labour in your mouth and not on the bed sheets that Bill’s mother had laundered so well. You swallowed all the cum in your mouth. It wasn’t as pleasant as the books and films had made it out to be—it was warm and slightly bitter, but it was Bill’s and heaven knew you’d do anything for him.

Bill threw himself back on the bed, his head meeting the pillow with a soft thud. He was still breathing heavily as he reposed. Though his hair stuck wildly to his cheeks—which were slowly regaining colour—his face expressed newfound calm.

Bill patted the pillow beside him, on the spot in between the wall and his body. “Come here,” he rasped, his eyes still closed.

You obliged and scooted upwards. Bill splayed his arm on the pillow to give you a makeshift headrest. You settled into the nook of his bicep. Through the corner of your eye, you stole little glances at Bill and the rise and fall of his chest. A warm, midday breeze fluttered through the open windows, the red curtains billowing out. Everything was so serene, so tranquil, so…Holy shit, what had you just done?

Just three hours ago, you were wistfully staring at Bill at breakfast, grateful to have seen him at all this year to feed your starving crush on him. Now, you were laying naked in his bed with him after giving him what you hoped was an acceptable blowjob. It was both great and terrible that you wouldn’t see him after today. How would you explain this to anyone if you couldn’t even believe it yourself? You needed to bolt and never see Bill again.

Bill snapped you out of your trance. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Bill?”

You turned around to find yourself reflected in his crystal blue eyes.

“Would you like to finish, too?”

“Oh, uhm!” Well, you hadn’t expected him to ask you that. “No, I’m okay.” An utter lie. Your pussy was pleading to be fucked. You sat up, preparing yourself to go. “I should finish up with my chores. You should get going before the portkey closes.”

Bill grasped your wrist again. “I don’t want to go.” He sat up with you and looked you straight in the eye.

He was serious. The intensity of his gaze was so overwhelming that you looked down. You sucked a quiet breath in.

“I want to make you feel good,” he said, placing a hand on your cheek. “Let me, please.”

You choked. Was Bill Weasley begging to go down on you? The resolute look on his face definitely extinguished any fight you had left in you. A fraction of a second after you nodded, Bill turned you over and kissed you. One hand remained on your cheek while the other wrapped itself around your naked waist to pull you closer until your chest was flush against his. If you weren’t focussed on how hard his lips were pressed on yours, you would’ve been more embarrassed about how your pert nipples were pressed against his chest. Bill obviously didn’t mind, in fact, he was trying to pull you in as close as possible, closing the last sliver of space between your bodies.

Bill tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His lips felt like hard silk—a walking contradiction— against you and now you wished to feel them everywhere: on your neck, on your breasts, on your stomach and in between your legs. You reckoned he should kiss heavily in between your legs.

Bill was all lean muscle and long limbs. He couldn’t splay out on the bed as easily as you could. He landed on his knees, then shifted you upwards until your head was resting against the baseboard of the bed. He spread your legs with his hands—so big that they absolutely swallowed you—using his thumb as anchors.

He looked back up at you. His eyes had darkened significantly, like a sudden storm that had broken through a clear day. Whatever drug was flowing through his veins, it was only growing more potent. “You’re so wet.”

You made an attempt to shut your legs. You were cycling through moments of confidence and embarrassment, and his words made you want to curl up and die.

“Don’t,” Bill said. “You turn me on so much. Who knew that behind such an innocent facade was a girl begging to be fucked?”

And just like that, your legs fell open in one buttery smooth motion.

”That’s it, such a good girl for me,” Bill praised. He leaned in and ran his tongue flat over your folds. You squirmed but his iron-clad hold on you prohibited any movement. You tried so very hard to quiet yourself as his tongue painted you in oscillating strokes. You gasped whenever he landed briefly on your clitoris. He hummed, pleased, and let the vibrations rock your body. Your breathing was dangerously unsteady as Bill pulled you closer to him and increased the intensity of his tongue. He unlatched one hand from your thigh and shifted them near your drooling entrance. Gently, he inserted a finger. Before you could jump upwards at the intrusion, he brought his tongue back to your clit to massage away any pain. “So sweet,” he hummed again. Bill kept his finger steady inside you until your squirming stopped.

“You’re so tight,” Bill whispered. He added another finger to your already taut hole. “I can barely fit two fingers in here. How do you suppose you’ll take my cock, hm?”

A rhetorical question. Instead of waiting for an answer, Bill began moving his fingers back and forth. You let out a small whine that you buried into the pillow. “Sh, it’s okay, just relax, darling,” Bill assured. In a matter of moments, Bill had gone from shallow little thrusts to burying his fingers to the hilt. The motion of his fingers curling inside you elicited a load moan from your lips, and your legs parted further in response. It was over when his stupid tongue found its way back to your clit; you nearly screamed. He flicked your sensitive bud over and over, building the pressure in the region. Between that, and Bill’s face buried between your legs and the wet sounds of his fingers inside you, you were just one thrust away from coming undone.

“Bill, Bill—” you tried to stop him, too scared to be thrown over the edge. But Bill showed no sign of stopping. When he sucked on your clit, you knew it was over. He had pushed you off the cliff. “Bill!”

You clamped down on his hand, but Bill hadn’t stopped moving; he was intending to fuck you through it. Waves of pleasure, sweetly punctuated by Bill’s nimble fingers, washed over you until you had no coherent thought left. You laid there for a minute, until your heart rate had finally settled back to normal.

“I’m getting impatient,” Bill chuckled. “Seeing you writhe around like that, coming on all over my hand, Merlin..”

You tightened your lips. “Me too.”

“What was that?” he teased, pretending not to hear.

“I’m getting impatient.”

“For what?”

“You know what for.”

He shot you a cocky grin. “I won’t know until you tell me.”

“Fuck me, Bill,” you almost screamed. “Fuck me, please.” It was killing you. You looked down at Bill’s manhood. He looked even harder and fuller than how you found him, if that were even possible. His cock twitched to stand at full attention when you shuffled back to him. You wanted to feel him, so warm and engorged, inside you, splitting you open with how big he was.

“You’re so needy, (Y/N),” Bill teased. He laid down. “Get on top of me, I want to see you.”

You clambered over immediately. You splayed a leg on each side of him and propped yourself up with your knees. Wordlessly, Bill pulled you in and your body listened. He met your lips for another kiss that showed no signs of being broken. Well, not until he decided to latch onto one of your nipples instead. His lips covered the circumference of your areola and sucked gently.

“Bill,” you whimpered, succumbing once again to his dexterous tongue. He swirled around your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth, and sending little electric shocks down to your toes. You were getting so, so wet for him.

One of Bill’s hands trailed down to his cock and gave it a couple of strokes before he aimed it towards your core. You moaned every time he pressed against your throbbing clit before moving back to your opening and repeating the motion. You needed to come again, and Bill was intent on bringing you there. He rubbed the head back and forth, concentrating the slick to where he eventually wanted to be. He was showing great restraint; it was taking everything not to just thrust into you.

“You already feel so good,” he praised. “So wet, so tight, love, all for me. I can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy.”

Bill piled on the words and continued to ravish your breasts as a distraction of what was to come. The head of his cock was directly aligned with your opening that was weeping at the thought of him inside you. But the largest thing you’d taken ever were Bill’s fingers; he couldn’t possibly fit without absolutely destroying you. The universe couldn’t have gifted you with a warm-up, could it? Instead, it gifted you the girth of Bill. Still, you remained in place, readying yourself as he began to enter you.

You gasped at the first intrusion. You clenched Bill’s forearms in retaliation, your mouth parting in shock. You wanted him badly, but your anatomy wasn’t letting your desires take the front seat.

Bill placed a hand on your back. Stiff. “You’re tense,” he noted, kissing up on your neck. “Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.” You nodded, trusting him.

“Hngh—!” was all you let out when he pushed deeper. Your breathing fell out of sync as you tried to calm yourself. Maybe this was it, and all of him was already inside of it.

“That’s just my head inside you, love,” Bill stated, as if reading your mind.

You paled. “How are you so big?”

Bill chuckled in agreement before swallowing you in a kiss. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you could taste the pure need radiating off him. He gave little shallow thrusts, trying to ease himself into you. Though it still burned heavily, a ring of pain, as he stretched you out, Bill’s pace was making it much more tolerable and frankly, more erotic.

When he was halfway in, Bill’s eyes fell shut in utter bliss. His hands gripped your ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as if it would help you sink further down on him.

“You take me so well,” he said as he continued impaling your poor little pussy. He never stopped littering you with kisses, whether it was on your lips, cheeks, neck, or breasts. He suckled your tits again when he rammed the thickest part of him inside you in one thrust.

You stifled a cry into the crook of his neck and tightened your arms around him. “Bill!”

“Give it a minute, (Y/N),” he assured, but his voice sounded garbled, so far away. “I promise, it’s going to feel so good.”

When he felt you relax a little, Bill began to increase the length of his thrusts, breaking into your pussy a little more each time. You fell onto him, the pleasure beginning to overwrite the pain.

Bill moaned as he sped up the slightest. “You’re so tight, (Y/N), tighter than I could’ve ever imagined.” His words only added fuel to the fire. “I can’t believe it’s me that gets to break into your pussy.”

“Then break me, Bill,” you pleaded. “Please. Harder.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

Bill looped his arms around you to hold you in place. From there, he began to drive himself into you faster, harder, just like a hole to be used for his pleasure, just like you had asked.

“Oh!”

You could hardly keep your eyes open as he assaulted your body. He tested different depths and angles, watching your facial expressions for the perfect one. His long, deep strokes were landing on the perfect place - a place that had you seeing stars. So pleasurable but just millimetres away from being too much, too painful. There was so much of him inside you. Your legs stiffened, almost cramping, as the heat increased in pitches in your core. Your hands went wild, trying to find a place to stabilise your body. They found refuge on the top of the headboard. In one particularly hard thrust, he sheathed himself completely inside you, the widest part of him spearing you open.

That was the precise moment you came undone, screaming. White obfuscated your vision as you lost control of your body. You convulsed on him, your pussy contracting around his cock like a vice. Bill continued to fuck you through your orgasm, bottoming out in you repeatedly, letting you ride out the pleasure for as long as humanely possible. You fell onto him like a rag doll, limp, worn out from your second orgasm. Bill could only smile at a job well done. He withdrew himself from you and flipped you over. He nestled his manhood back between your legs. You watched with excitement as his cock, covered in your cream, sprang to his navel. You felt so hollow without him inside you, and you were about to beg for him again, but he moved quickly. He leaned towards you, placing the head of his cock to your opening once again. But instead of delving into you like you had hoped, he rubbed himself against you, occasionally pushing into you the slightest.

Confused, you raised your hips up, trying to align yourself perfectly with his cock and push him back in. But your attempts were futile.

“Don’t do that,” you chastised when you realised he was doing this on purpose.

“Do what?” Bill asked innocently.

“Tease me like this.”

He smirked. “Who said I was teasing you?”

Just as you were about to retort, Bill drove himself into you when you were least expecting it, burying himself entirely into you. Your body shivered in pleasure, legs straightening and stiffening. You screamed when he quickened his pace, pounding into you with deep, full thrusts. His hands gripped your bouncing breasts, keeping them in place and occasionally pinching your nipples. Bill pushed himself to the hilt, then almost withdrew completely, before filling you up again as hard as he could. At certain points, he would hit a bundle of nerves that caused your toes to curl. At some point, you couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure—it all felt so overwhelmingly good.

The lewd sound of his balls hitting your skin was heaven to your ears. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled with his seed.

“Come inside me,” you near screamed.

Your little request was enough to break Bill out of his trance. “What?”

“Come inside me,” you repeated.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

With no reason to ask you to clarify again, Bill obliged. He gave a couple more thrusts, so powerful it forced your body to slide up over the bedsheets and your head to almost slam into the headboard. Then, he let out a loud, choked grunt, his eyes screwing shut. You could feel his cock twitch heavily inside you as he deposited his seed, filling your pussy. He hovered over you, exhausted, draining every last bit of him inside you. Both of you shared the same laboured respiration. You reached up and pushed back the ginger hair that was strewn across his forehead.

Bill began to soften inside you, but refused to pull out just yet. If you stayed here like this any longer, there was no doubt you’d meld together into one.

With a heavy almost regretful breath, Bill reluctantly removed himself out of you. You felt his cum trickling rapidly out of you and onto the bed sheets. You sat up to look. There was so much. it was smeared all over your sex, all over your inner thighs, and all over the sheets. There was no doubt there was more deep inside you.

You looked up at Bill. Much to your disappointment, he looked to be back to his usual, happy self. Your services were no longer required. And much to your disappointment, he was looking around for his briefs. Well, it wasn’t like you could stay in paradise forever.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said.

“Of course,” you responded.

Bill gave you a small peck on the lips which made you smile. Then, it all went downhill from there, as he returned not more than a second later for another kiss. This time, deeper, thick with more lust. The next kiss, he had you pinned you on the bed by the arms. Unexpectedly, you felt him harden against you once more. His cock was back its previous stiffness and trying to find its way back to your cunt.

He paused. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into me,” Bill admitted sheepishly.

“You mean you’re not usually like this?” you questioned with a smile. You didn’t mind it, not one bit.

He contemplated it. “It has been a while, but it’s highly unlikely for me to go twice, let alone three times a day.”

“Really?” You cocked your head. “Is that not—”

Before you could speak, Bill plunged himself into you once more. Your mouth went slack. It was quite an effective way to shut you up. Most of his spend was still either deep inside you or running down your inner thighs, but he was intent on pumping you full of him even more.

You had no complaints. Instead, you succumbed to the wet sloshes of his thrusts and messy kisses once again.

…..

In a tent one long Portkey away from the Burrow, a very different conversation was taking place.

“How do you reckon our Paradise Potions did?”

“Considering that Bill hasn’t joined us, I’d say pretty well.”

END!

#bill weasley smut #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley x reader #smut #bill weasley imagine #why am i so horny!!#sex pollen #kinktober

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jinnie-ret · 1 month ago

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MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

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chapter 6

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Lou began to feel like the trajectory of her life in this universe was heading down a path of one sick joke after the other. She had been holed up in her personal studio ever since the incident in which her childhood toy she was so attached to had been torn to bits. Lee Know had tried to comfort her but she was so overwhelmed that she had to leave the dorms. It left her with an odd feeling, one that didn’t quite sit right as she knew that she wouldn’t be feeling this way in her home world, but the longing that ached within her wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation. Her friends and family that had been left behind, seemingly nonexistent here. Seemingly, because Lou knew she couldn’t exactly go up to the boys and ask them about random people they would have never heard her bring up before. Or, on the other hand, she couldn’t ask about her ‘family members’ because she should know them more than anyone right?

The girl had become so absorbed into her thoughts that she had failed to notice the new object that had made itself home on her cluttered desk, an old floral notebook with a tattered leather binding at the spine. Until. the pages started flickering before her very eyes. The visual distraction was welcome, despite the unease and immense confusion that it caused. Dusty yellowed paper flickered until it came to a stop, landing on one page in particular. Ah, here it was, the next sick joke making itself known.

Marigolds.

These were the flowers she got yesterday. Lou gripped the book in her hands in disbelief, eyes scanning over the description of the plant, one that was presented in a time of grief. Surely not? Perhaps she had imagined the unnatural nature of the book. She could have subconsciously turned to that page. Yes, that must have been it. Lou was slowly convincing herself that there was no way that there could be a magic book in her grasp, even when she had been transported into a completely different universe. It didn’t matter for now, not when the three girls she wanted to see least had suddenly stormed into her studio, making her jump back into her chair and turn, hand on her heart.

Mina, Sora and Jiah, the younger girl of course hiding behind the older two who had dragged her along. In all honesty, Lou didn’t know why they were all still friends when it was clear there was a disconnect in beliefs - the beliefs being on tormenting her or not.

“Here, thought we’d be nice and give this back,” Mina plastered on a fake smile and proceeded to throw Lou’s notebook at her, hitting her against the head. Sora snorted from beside her at the disgruntled look on Lou’s face. The poor girl already had a heavy weight of thoughts and feelings to deal with, her neck hunched as she slumped over, pinching the bridge of her nose as she huffed.

“What? Not gonna say anything? I don't know why we even bother doing this if you’re not going to even react,” Sora kicked Lou’s foot to grab her attention.

“Pathetic,” Mina’s eyes scanned Lou, before nudging Jiah.

“Oh, y-yeah,” she looked up briefly before ducking her head down straight away.

“You bought me marigolds,” Lou blurted out, unable to get the thought out of her head, “why?”

“Marigolds?” Sora snorted, looking at her accomplices with incredulity, “you think I care about what type of flowers we sent you? Give me a break.”

“They were on discount,” Jiah added unhelpfully, yet it still led the other bullies further on their hateful discourse.

“Cheap, nasty stuff. All you deserve,” Mina grinned evilly, before practically snarling as she spat at Lou’s shoes.

“We did you a favour, really, tearing apart that ugly toy,” Sora sighed, inspecting her nails as if she was bored. Lou hoped that they would get bored one day. She was tired of their antics, the amount of times they dropped in to insult her before she performed Miroh for the first time was nearly more than she could count on her fingers.

“So you didn’t know what type of flowers they were?” Lou pushed away their comments, wanting to get to the bottom of this weird situation, her eyes boring into the gazes of the girls in front of her.

“Oh don’t tell me we’ve got a nerd here!” Sora rested her hand on Mina’s shoulder, leaning against her slightly as they both chuckled.

“We already told you we don’t care about that, idiot. Aren’t you more upset about your ickle lickle stuffed animal?” the latter pouted mockingly, bending over slightly and leaning forwards to squeeze Lou’s cheek, the pinch being a bit too hard.

“Get out!” Lou pushed her away, standing up with frustration, stray hairs flying in front of her eyes yet she still maintained her steely gaze.

“Woah! No need to get all angry,” Mina laughed loudly, enjoying the reaction she finally got.

“My members are still here, wouldn’t want them to see you acting like this, would you?” Lou instinctively bit back, not really knowing if her statement would affect the actions of the other girls but it fortunately did.

“We should go,” Jiah nervously looked behind her, tugging at the sleeves of Sora and Mina to get them to follow her. It was probably one of the only times they listened to the younger girl.

Lou was happy to breathe for a second with the disappearance of the trainees. She gathered her things together, her old notebook which she had finally gotten back, and the new mysterious flower journal that only seemed to bring her trouble and more stress. So the girls supposedly didn’t buy the marigolds on purpose, yet there was a connection to the real life events with how the book itself acted sentient for a short moment to show her what they truly meant. This was going to nag at her brain for a while, that was for sure.

By the time she shook it off, made the short nighttime walk back home to the dorms, Lou had checked her phone as she entered through the front door and saw the time on her watch. 03:25AM. How was it that time already? She didn’t even realise how the time had flown by.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay. I’m sure of it,” she heard Felix speak up from somewhere in the lounge. She took off her coat and shoes, only to see Bang Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Seungmin putting on their own jackets.

“Where are you going?” Lou quietly spoke up, her members so caught up in their own bubble they didn’t hear her get back.

“To look for you! Have you seen the time? Why didn’t you reply to our texts?” Bang Chan rubbed a stressed hand over his face before ruffling his own hair.

“Texts?” Lou had to pause for a moment, left hand patting against the pockets of her sweatpants and hoodies but she couldn’t find anything. Where was her phone? “Oh, I don’t know…”

“I tried calling as well. You just ran away. I was worried, we all were, Sunny,” Lee Know stood up from the sofa to get a better look at her, in case he could spot anything alarming.

“Is your phone off?” Seungmin looked at her knowingly, unzipping his windbreaker.

“Yeah, I was at the studio,” Lou shrugged. Maybe that’s why she had no idea where her phone was. She’d have to look into it, just something else to add to the mountains of issues she had to deal with.

“Told you she’d be there!” Han rolled his eyes, legs tucking into himself as he tiredly leant against the arm of the sofa. It was then she noticed how tired everyone looked, all because of her. Felix was sat upright, Jeongin next to him and although he was more reclined, their legs still touched for that extra bit of comfort. Changbin and Hyunjin were following in Seungmin’s footsteps, taking off their coats too, yet still standing attentively alongside Bang Chan.

“Now’s not the time,” Changbin tapped Han on the head through his hushed words.

“I’m sorry, I’m back now though. Can we just talk about this tomorrow?” Lou urged, not wanting a grilling from her members, her leader in particular, before she felt that fuzzy feeling she still hadn’t gotten used to. A flash blinded her vision before she was entered into a glimpse of a vision.

“Please, Hannie, can we just talk about it tomorrow? I don’t want to talk about it now,” Lou begged a younger version of her member.

“Flo, I’m worried about you. You need to tell me what’s happening, please. Something is wrong,” Han pleaded, his hand reaching out towards her before the vision was gone.

“Yah, Flo? Louisa?” Chan snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“You should get some sleep,” Hyunjin added when he saw Lou wasn’t off in her own world.

“Something is wrong,” Han whispered to Seungmin who nodded but rested his hand on his shoulder to show now wasn’t the time.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Lee Know almost sternly told Lou. She thought he had a right to feel that way, she had run out on him after all.

She quickly took herself off to her room, knowing where she was going this time. It wasn’t long before her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep, entering a dreamland - one she had not visited before.

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infinityinakiss · 1 month ago

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*agatha all along episode 5 spoilers*

holy shit that was a fucking episode alright

i loved the broom scene so much, whoever thought of that gets a raise.

rio being protective of agatha and her mommy issues I WANNA CRY also even the fact that rio knows any of her trauma implies that they were basically wives, agathario fans keep wining.

rip alice, but also i think she's alive, or at least gonna come back in some way. rio disappeared for some reason y'all and i think it was to deal with alice. with the way that rio was looking at agatha after she drains alice's power, it doesn't make sense that she would just disappear when it was clear that agatha needed her, unless there was something more pressing to deal with. so rio went to talk to alice.

i hope.

oh my god agatha trauma episode. so much to unpack there. the fear she had and the confusion in her eyes. her disbelief towards why her mother would continuously hate her and hurt her, over and over again. she was never able to leave that 18 year old version of herself that her mother tried to execute. then there's nicholas scratch. her son, pleading with her to stop. her mother, and her son, two swords in her heart. one she couldn't get to love her, and one she couldn't stop loving.

did she lie when she said she lost control? i vote no. her power draining thing had always started out as a form of protection, that then evolved in to becoming who her mother always thought she was. in this moment, she's terrified. she saw a rope that was thrown the well and she grabbed it.

now the juicy bit.

"you're so much like your mother" THE WAY I SCREAMED

TEEN YOUR MOM IS SO PROUD RIGHT NOW

IT WAS AMAZING, NO NOTES, BEST WAY TO DO THE WHOLE WICCAN THING IN MY HUMBLE OPINION

i love the lack of lines in the whole scene, and just letting the acting speak for itself. especially because most of the viewers already knew that he was wiccan, i really love that they didn't have agatha completely spell it out for us. i think they're at least a bit aware that this wasn't a twist, just something that was exciting.

the way wanda's magic is just so recognizable. i think joe locke did a pretty good job emulating wanda's fighting style. the fingers were on point.

i was really surprised that agatha wasn't a tiny bit concerned when she found out that teen was the child of the scarlet witch, the very person who decimated her after knowing magic existed for a solid two hours. plus it seems to be implied that she figured out who he was because she recognized his magic. it doesn't make sense that she would taunt a person that she knows has a family history of fucking shit up when they're distressed.

PHENOMENAL SONG CHOICE

i don't think this was an actual trial. i think this the road realizing that this is a coven with too many walls that needed to be broken. and i think it recognized an incredibly powerful witch that needed to figure out who he was. maybe the road thought that a spot for a protection witch needed to open up so that he could fill that space. the way the episode was structured, the way the trial was structured, didn't really line up with the other episodes. so i think agatha's real trial is coming later.

THE HEAD TILT. truly his mother's son.

wanda, come pick up your kid, he's doing something stupid

#agatha all along #agatha all along spoilers #agatha harkness #teen agatha all along #billy kaplan #agatha all along episode 5 #would sacrifice my favorite blanket for a wanda cameo universe please hear me

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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Confused Heart

Older (Nineteen years old) and Dark Camilo Madrigal x Female Reader x Younger (30 years old) Bruno Madrigal

Prologue: My Dear Sweet Uncle.

Before you entered life, the extraordinarily gifted Camilo Madrigal was only twelve years of age.

He had NEVER been in love.

Nor did Camilo have a small and simple crush on a girl.

He thought all girls had cooties and were too ugly to be loved by anyone. Camilo did not understand why people married.

Thus, Camilo Madrigal only played and was friends with boys.

No doubt, Camilo loved all his female family members.

He respected them and loved them back. Camilo was just not interested in Romance.

Not to mention, Camilo was now very close to his estranged uncle, The Bruno Madrigal.

Thanks to cousin Maribel, he was accepted back into the family. Both nephew and uncle spent moments together.

They loved each other and would do anything for one another.

But, that all changed Camilo's life with one family dinner. He never assumed or was prepared for the fact that a woman would come between them.

Camilo remembered clearly that the family was acting rather strange.

Everything was… fancy.

The dishes were not ordinary. Quality food served during holidays and parties. Not that Camilo was complaining.

Was this a special occasion?

The table cloth, china and even napkins were beautified.

"Is there a guest coming?" Camilo whispered to his older sister, Dolores as he sat down on his chair seat in the dining hall.

Dolores Madrigal nodded. Camilo noticed his sister dolled up too. And the rest of his family.

Must be one important guest to make such preparations to impress.

Maybe his father's boss or the mayor was coming over for dinner.

There was a knock on the door and everyone stilled for a second. Pepa quickly checked her hair in the mirror. "She's here!" Pepa harshly whispered.

Camilo blinked in surprise. "She?"

Maribel grinned and nodded as she opened the door.

"Holy Crap." Camilo muttered in disbelief and awe.

The tween stared at the lovely specimen that entered his magical home.

She had fat red lips. Plump they were. An elegant swan neck. Demure shoulders and a lithe ballerina body with long legs and small feet.

She was literally a human sized doll.

Camilo felt something he never experienced.

His male organ felt wet and began to non stop drip like a waterfall.

It then twitched and ached in a pain with longing he did not understand.

What was happening to him?

Camilo couldn't explain this.

That young lady must not be an ordinary human. She must have had powers too like the family. It must have explained why she put Camilo under this spell.

All of his family walked over and politely greeted the guest.

Grandma looked over her shoulder and ushered Camilo to come.

Before the said boy was to obey, Uncle Bruno rushed down the stairs.

He stood in front of the young lady then kissed her square on the forehead!

Camilo was surprised.

"Mi Amor." Uncle Bruno pulled the woman into his arms then hugged her tight.

Camilo felt something new again. But it was towards his uncle Bruno this time. And it was something dark and unholy.

Envy… and hate.

Dear Readers, tomorrow is Labor Day! No school. So, I can stay late and study a bit then wake up late.

I made this prologue. I am excited for this story. I love the fan arts of an older Camilo and Bruno. They are so handsome. Multiple lovers are better than one. Right? Anyway, please comment and give notes so other females can read it. I love fame.

#disney encanto #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #disney

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klonnieshippersclub · 1 year ago

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Where You Belong (Runaway Hope AU) Pt.2

In celebration of reaching 100 followers, here’s part 2 of the Runaway Hope AU (Where You Belong) from @cancerian-woman and @mythorhuman . Thanks so much for this special gift! More Klonnie works to come with Klonnie Weekend from Dec. 29 to Jan. 1. Please see Part One Here.

To Bonnie’s surprise, she chickened out. Bonnie knew that she was not a coward, but she couldn’t bring herself to dial the old number she had for Klaus. She did NOT want to hear the laughter in his hypnotically smooth voice. It was seductive, and she did NOT need to be distracted as he inevitably taunted her for accidentally kidnapping his child.

Maybe it was her social anxiety kicking in. It was easier to pretend to be more extroverted in her life before vampires. She was a former cheerleader, so being in crowds didn’t scare her. However, constantly being in danger did kill her social skills. Who even talks on the phone anymore? A text will do.

That man was ridiculous and had Bonnie aching to pull her hair out. Oh, how he knew the best ways to push all her buttons. She didn’t even send him her address but knew Klaus would find her. Her fingers fidgeted with nerves. It had been some time since she last faced an Original. Since then, she’s kicked the devil’s ass and stomped out hellfire. It wasn’t his physical strength that scared her. Bonnie was more concerned about the impact seeing Klaus would have on Hope.

Bonnie truly adored the youngest Mikaelson in the family, and she hoped that Klaus knew she would never harm a child. She was fully aware of his paranoia regarding threats to his family. The girl hadn’t seen her family in some time. Was Klaus showing up just to abandon her for the best? Bonnie didn’t think so.

She knew Hope would be excited to see her father. The disappointment from the child and parent parting again would crush Hope’s soul. All she could do was spend the rest of the day distracting Hope. When Bonnie first told Hope she would contact her father, the girl looked slightly distressed as she anticipated a lecture from her dad. Aware of their shared love for art, Bonnie planned to drag Hope to a museum before dinner, and then they could practice a little ballet before bed.

Hours in the early morning, Bonnie heard repeated knocks on her door. It was dawn, and some stranger seemed determined to get her attention. The Bennett witch hopped out of bed in her lilac satin nightgown with lace trim and reached for the matching robe. She rushed to the door with determination to end the knocking before Hope awakened. Bonnie pulled open the door to discover that it was NOT a stranger.

“What the hell, Klaus?” Bonnie asked with a dramatic eye roll. She was holding back the urge to slam the door in his face.

Klaus eyed her in the short nightgown before answering. “Hello, my little witch. My, have you grown, and yet it almost looks like you’ve barely aged.”

Bonnie wrapped the robe she was carrying around herself. She hated that she didn’t hate his stare and the way his eyes admired her body. “Dying over and over again is the best anti-aging solution out there. That and magic.”

“On to important things, where is my daughter?” Klaus shifted from playful to stern as he looked behind Bonnie. There was a coldness in his glare as he barged into Bonnie’s living room with the intent of finding his daughter.

“She is upstairs in my guest bedroom. Hope has my ancestor’s talisman around her neck that should protect her from the Hollow long enough for you to bring her back to school.”

The hybrid sighed in disbelief at the ludicrous nature of this situation. His child had run from the Salvatore Boarding School, and the only teacher to contact him about Hope being gone was across the ocean. “That school clearly isn’t capable of watching her. You know, Hope has written to me about you and your impact on her life.” There had to be another boarding school more qualified to care for Hope.

“Oh yeah? Did you write back?” With an arched brow, Bonnie couldn’t help but voice how unimpressed she was by Klaus’ lack of communication with Hope.

Didn’t the Bennett witch know all about doing things for the betterment of others? Not speaking with Hope hurt him as much as it pained his daughter. “Limited contact was for the best.”

“Hope needs her parents. She needs her family and not to be sent to a boarding school where she feels like an outcast.”

“Thank you for caring for my daughter, Ms. Bennett, but you are not her parent.”

“Maybe I should be,” Bonnie challenged with her hands on her hips. Both Klaus and Bonnie turned at the sound of little feet scampering towards them.

“Daddy!” the redhead child appeared at the top of the stairs. She rushed down each step and launched herself into her father’s arms. Finally, everything felt right to Hope. She had her two favorite people in the world with her. It felt like home. A part of Hope longed for the three of them to be a family.

Thank you to @mythorhuman and @cancerian-woman again for this beautiful AU! I can’t wait to see more works from the Klonnie fans out there.

-Rikki

#submission #klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #the vampire diaries #tvd #the originals #klonnie fic #klonnie fanfic #mythorhuman #cancerian-woman #rikkisinbox #tvd au

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hchollym · 1 year ago

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Hello! So, this might seem like a weird ask. The whole thing is based on the canon world, that is wizards and stuff. Everything that's going on in the books is still happening! I just don't want you to confuse this with a Muggle/No magic AU.

My question is, if Percy—for some random reason please suspend your disbelief here—decided to become an EMT in the muggle world (without using magic that is), how would his family react to it?

Again, the things that happen in the books are still happening, the only thing is that Percy's decided to go into muggle EMT instead of the Ministry.

Like, would they be kinda mad because Percy is putting muggle stuff/outside stuff over the war they're fighting?

Or would they be much more understanding? Maybe think Percy's cooler? Ngl, I'm asking you this for the sake of my daydreams.

Sorry for taking so long to respond! 🙁

Oh wow! That is a very unique idea/question! 😄

Do you mean that Percy became an EMT right after Hogwarts (instead of working for Barty Crouch)?

That would be super interesting!

Hmm... 🤔 You know, I surprisingly don't think most of them would react badly.

Arthur

Arthur is obsessed with muggles. However, he does not seem to see them as equals. In his mind, muggles are poor fools that need to be protected. It's less like fighting for racial equality and more like people fighting for animal rights.

In Book 2, he states:

“Just Muggle-baiting,” sighed Mr. Weasley. “Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it.. Of course, it’s very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking — they’ll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they’ll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it’s staring them in the face…"

Then in Book 4, when Fred gives Dudley Ton-Tongue Toffee, he says:

“It isn’t funny!” Mr. Weasley shouted. “That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —”

So he probably doesn't think Percy is making a good decision to actually work in the muggle world, but I don't think he gets too upset about it either. If anything, he may see this as an opportunity for him to learn more about a topic that he clearly enjoys, and it could potentially help his cause by having proof (from Percy's testimony) that muggles deserve to be treated fairly.

Molly

I definitely think Molly reacts the worst out of everyone. She doesn't hate muggles, but she certainly isn't overly fond of them either.

She definitely dislikes Arthur's obsession with them (though in her defense, that probably has more to do with him wasting money on it/focusing on it instead of helping her with the kids/house).

In Book 4, Arthur says,

“Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs,” he added to Uncle Vernon. “And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I’m mad, but there you are.”

Also, what's even more telling is that in Book 1, when the Weasleys are at King's Cross Station, Harry overhears her say:

"-- packed with Muggles, of course --"

I know that JKR included this line so that Harry could identify another wizarding family, but she should have used something else (like Platform 9 ¾) instead, because they are literally in a muggle train station, so the comment seems unnecessary and rude. Think about if you went to Chinatown and said "packed with Chinese people, of course."

Plus, Molly wants all of her children to work at the Ministry of Magic. This is a comment in Book 4 (about the twins):

“And then there was this big row,” Ginny said, “because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.”

This is the same instance where she literally burned all of their order forms. She seems to have (sort of) accepted Bill & Charlie's choices, as well as Fred & George's joke shop (after they make a lot of money), but Percy is the child that she expected to go into the Ministry the most.

There would definitely be a massive row with her.

Fred & George

They likely wouldn't care much, because they clearly don't mind muggles either. In Book 4, after they gave Dudley the Ton-Tongue Toffee and Arthur yells at them, they say:

“We didn’t give it to him because he’s a Muggle!” said Fred indignantly. “No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git,” said George. “Isn’t he, Harry?”

If anything, I think they love that Percy is now the family "disappointment" because they've spent so long getting yelled at by Molly that this is a nice change of pace. Plus, it takes the pressure off them. Even if they open a joke shop in the wizarding world, Molly still won't be as angry with them as she is with Percy.

Suddenly "Perfect Percy" isn't so perfect anymore, and it probably (ironically) improves their relationship.

Bill, Charlie, Ron, & Ginny

They are probably all rather incredulous about the entire thing and think Percy is mental for not wanting to work in the wizarding world (and Hermione encourages this idea because she clearly wants nothing to do with the muggle world anymore), but I really don't think they treat him badly over it.

They probably just think he's finally cracked under all the pressure he puts on himself, and if this gets him to loosen up, then it's not all bad.

I do think Charlie & Ginny would find it a little cool though, and they're both more likely to actually talk to Percy about his new life, whereas Bill & Ron will probably avoid the topic altogether.

Other Thoughts

One of the most interesting parts about this AU is that is has the potential to drastically change the story. If Percy doesn't work for Barty Crouch, then chances are, whoever is in his position doesn't do as good of a job running the department on their own, so people figure out something is wrong with Mr. Crouch much sooner.

Once that happens, they (i.e. Dumbledore) may very well be able to put the pieces together about Barty Crouch Jr., and then his plan fails, Harry never goes to the graveyard, Cedric never dies, and Voldemort never officially returns in a body. So is the war even going on anymore? Possibly not for a few more years while Voldemort tries to capture Harry!

Even if the war continues in the exact same way as canon, I think Percy's job in the muggle world could actually be beneficial. He could be there to prevent some of the damage & protect the muggles, and he could help muggleborns & their families escape through the muggle world in a way that wouldn't be traced back to them.

There's a lot of potential there for a great fanfic! 😉

Thanks for the ask! 😊

#ask me #anon ask #percy weasley #percy weasley defense squad #EMT percy weasley #AU #canon divergent au #weasley family dynamic #hp #my thoughts #my opinion #molly weasley critical #anti molly weasley #anti arthur weasley #just to be safe

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snuggerudism · 5 months ago

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the closest thing to magic | red dirt roads

The barn had been there long before Calla had been born, and some of her greatest memories had been there. There was not a place in this world that filled her with the greatest sense of peace than being in that barn. Growing up, she would do her homework in the barn, always telling her aunt it was where she did work best. Nobody in her family quite ever understood why, but they let her anyway.

Up until she met Annie in second grade, she swore the animals on the farm were her best friends, which concerned the adults in her family.

Jimmy interupts her thoughts, tapping her shoulder. She jumps at the sudden contact, and lets out a yelp of shock. “You have horses?” There’s a hint of disbelief in his voice, and she smiles.

She walked out of the barn, entering the stables where her family's horses were. Her head immediately cleared looking at the horses, beginning to greet each one as she always did.

“We do, 6 of ‘em,” She raises her hand to pet the dark brown horse, letting words of praise fall from her lips. “This is Duke, he’s Connor’s horse,” Her eyes trail over to Ryan, who’s looking down at his phone and not paying attention like he should be. She lets out a small scoff, and rolls her eyes.

It had been less than 48 hours, and she was already not a fan of Ryan. “Are you paying attention Ryan? This stuff is important.” He could feel her gaze cutting into him, and his head snapped up from his phone.

“You’re just telling us the horses names. That’s not important.” He muttered, an annoyed tone mixed in with the words.

Her face twitched, and the look switched from annoyed to angry in a split second. “Fine, whatever. Just please pay attention when I show you the chores,” She spat, turning on her heel to walk to the next horse's stall.

Jimmy sent her an apologetic look on behalf of his friend, and she sent him a small smile back. Jimmy had been nothing but kind to her, and she could see a friendship between them already forming.

“This is my girl, Mabel. She’s the best.” Both boys notice the way the blonde's eyes beam as she looks up at her horse.

“Can I pet her?” Jimmy pauses, thinking for a moment. “Is that what it’s called?”

“Yes, that’s what it’s called,” A laugh slips past her lips, nearly hunched over at his doubt and how hesitant he looked. “Do it like this. It’s the way she likes it.”

She laughs some more at the way Jimmy slowly reaches to touch Mabel, smoothing his hand over her mane. His eyes are looking at her to see if he can notice any discomfort at what he’s doing. “Does she like it?” His eyes meet Calla’s, and she nods.

“I really should get started on showing you the chores. Annie is picking me up in an hour and she hates waiting,” Calla turns, walking out the stable after telling Mabel she’ll be back to feed her tonight.

She pretends she doesn’t hear the sly remark that comes out of Ryan’s mouth about how she talked to her horse like she was human. A smile spreads across her face as she hears the noise of slight pain come from Ryan. She was almost sure Jimmy had whacked him for his comment.

“The first thing Uncle Charlie told me to show you is how to clip the chicken’s wings. You both have to pay really close attention, because if you cut too close to the base it will hurt,” She stares at Ryan, who’s no longer on his phone. “All you need to do is cut to about here.” She shows them, making sure they understand.

“Seems easy enough.” Ryan shrugs.

“You have to catch the chickens in order to clip their wings, which is the hardest part. I can do it-”

“It can’t be that hard. I got this.” Ryan walks toward the coop, attempting to pick up a chicken but failing. He tries again, this time being scratched by one.

He should’ve listened to her warning. Jimmy is laughing hysterically at watching his friend, and she laughs along with him for a moment, before bursting his bubble. “You’re going to have to shovel up the horse poop, so I wouldn’t laugh too hard.”

She wants to remember the mortified expression on his face forever.

Calla saunters into the coop, picking up one of the chickens with ease. Ryan’s jaw drops at the girl and how easy it was for her. He’s covered in scratches from his attempt at picking one up by chasing them, and she did it in one swoop.

“I got it,” Ryan mumbles, trying to take the chicken from her, but she stops him.

“I can hold her, and you can clip her wings. It’ll be easier that way.” She directs him, and he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” He spits out, and two pairs of eyes look at him.

“I’d like to think I’m helpful, considering you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing. If that’s annoying to you, that sucks.” She shoots him a glare, exiting the coop as soon as he’s done.

She never wants to speak to him again. Unfortunately, she knows she’s not going to get what she wants.

#red dirt roads series #rdr #ryan chesley #calla x ryan

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year ago

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 10)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

Part 9

Scorpius loves Hogwarts. Anything anyone says about him or his parentage is easy enough to ignore. He’ll be a third year in September. But today he is home. Today they are all home, for Leo’s wedding.

"I invited grandma and grandpa Malfoy." Leo tells her mother. "Do you think they'll come?"

"I don't know," Rosanna zips the bride to be carefully into her gown.

"I know they're mad, but they'll come. Don't you think?" Leo lets out a nervous laugh. They don’t want her to marry a squib; but surely, some outdated prejudice wouldn't have them miss her big day.

Rosanna sighs, deeply. "This is your day. I don't want you worried about anything."

"What's the big deal about Henry not having magic? He can't control it, it's hardly like he asked to be without it. He works hard and makes a decent living and-"

Rosanna touches her shoulder, to stop her rambling, "they love you, it's just how they are."

"But why?" Leo's brows furrow, "it's stupid!"

"I agree-"

"But better to keep it in the family than marry anything but a pureblood? I know they wanted Dad to marry Astoria Greengrass." Leo shakes her platinum head. "I did my research, they're cousins."

"Very distant." Rosanna informs her, nearly all pureblood families are related somewhere.

"Why are you defending them?" Leo says, in disbelief. Her father’s parents were pleasant enough to her mother, almost as if they loved her, while hating the fact that they did.

"What color is the sky?" Rosanna asks, throwing a curve ball.

"What?" Leo snaps around to look at her mother, thinking she's finally lost it.

"Just humor me for a second, what color?" Rosanna begins again, patiently.

"Blue." Leo narrows her brown eyes.

"How do you know what blue is?" Rosanna raises a brow.

Leo scoffs, "you taught me."

"What if I told you it was yellow instead? Would you have believed me?"

"I guess so." Leo still doesn't understand where this is headed.

"So the sky is yellow, if I tell you it's yellow. Because you trust me, and you don't know any better." Rosanna reiterates.

"Ok, the sky's yellow." Leo says, "so what?"

"Well no, the sky's blue." Rosanna chuckles.

"Mum!" Leo snarls.

"Imagine the frustration and confusion you feel. You've gone your whole life thinking the sky was yellow. Realistically you know the sky must be blue, because that's how the rest of the world sees it. But wouldn't it be easier to keep pretending that the sky is yellow; if your friends and family thought it was too? Especially if you knew that accepting the sky is blue would have you disowned?" Rosanna explains further, to put into perspective, the pressure a person must feel.

"Well...I guess." Leo gets it. "That's still not an excuse."

"I'm not trying to excuse them. I'm just trying to explain as best I can."

"They came to your wedding," Leo says, bitterly.

"Maybe they'll surprise us," Rosanna smiles, rubbing her daughter's arms, reassuringly.

Leo nods, "where's dad?"

"Last I saw him, he was trying to wrangle Corina into her dress." Corina, their one and an half year old daughter, is a spitting image of her mother, which pleases Draco to no end. But she also has his own dramatic tendencies, which does not please him nearly as much.

"You know, you guys had five great kids," Leo says, teasingly. "But you had to push your luck for just one more. You should have stopped while you were ahead."

"I'll have you know, your father wanted at least a half dozen more of you." Rosanna flicks Leo's shoulder, playfully. "I pulled the plug, thank you very much."

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"Corina, straighten your legs." Draco coos, the little girl draped across his lap diagonally.

"No, no, no." She screeches.

"Please, darling," Draco huffs, holding the stockings firmly. "You'll tear your tights."

"Go, bye bye." Corina demands, strawberry blonde curls frizzing as her head tosses back and forth against his suit jacket.

"You will go bye bye, after you're dressed." Draco promises.

"Nooooo. Daddy!" The little beast howls, thrashing in his arms.

"Stop it, you're going to hurt yourself."

She burst into crocodile tears, her mouth open in an obscenely wide sob.

"Shh, I'm sorry. I know you're tired." He kisses her head ten times over.

"Mummy." The little girl cries. Corina was having a hard time breaking from nursing. She still wants Rosanna whenever she is tired or upset.

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"I am sorry, Rosanna but she needs you, now." Draco bursts into the room, with the heartbroken little girl. Still wearing only a diaper, her tiny dress slung over his shoulder and her tights dangling from one foot.

"Come here, my angel," Rosanna coos, taking the baby into her arms. "What did daddy do to you?" She tuts her husband, teasingly as she pulls down the left side of her dress.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Leo winces for her mother.

"I'm flattered you think I can still feel my nipples, after nursing six of you." Rosanna smiles.

"Can't you?" Leo asks, a horrified expression taking over her features.

"She feels her nipples just fine." Draco chuckles, kissing the back of his wife's head.

"Dad!" Their daughter flushes scarlet.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He apologizes, realizing his slip up.

Rosanna presses her lips together to contain a laugh.

The room is silent for a moment.

Draco finally gets a good look at his eldest child, after the chaos. She is a vision, in her angelic white wedding gown. Though she has not lived at home for some years, marriage felt much more...permanent. "Can't we keep you?" His voice breaks.

"Dad," Leo crosses the room to embrace him. "You have five more to keep you entertained. You'll be fine."

"But I only have one Leo; and I will miss you, my darling girl. I'm so proud of you, the woman you've become." He kisses her cheek, lightly.

"I love you, Dad," Leo breathes, "I'll still be around. It’s a wedding, not a funeral." She reminds him.

"Yes, I know." Draco squeezes her once more, before drawing back. "I love you too."

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For Narcissa it was never a question, this is her granddaughter's wedding; she’s going.

Lucius however will not listen to reason. "I will not watch my granddaughter reduce her life and namesake to rubbish and marry a muggle."

"Don't you want to be there for Leo? To see her happy? This is her day, she's asked you to be there." Narcissa trails after her husband, in frustration.

"What would you have me do?" Lucius turns back to her, narrows his eyes, "I can't give my blessing."

��Didn’t we say the same thing with Draco?” Narcissa holds firm in her decision. “Rosanna was a disgrace to our bloodline, wasn’t she? My parents disowned my sister for marrying into dirty blood. I was not meant to love that girl. That perfectly wonderful little girl who was forced to grow up too fast.” Narcissa swallows down the lump in her throat. “Bellatrix said she would be a curse upon this family. But she was wrong. I grew to love that half blood girl. Love her like my own daughter. I love her children and I will love her children’s children, and their children’s children after that.”

“Rosanna is the exception, she is not the rule.” Loving her does not negate the need to keep magic in their family line. “Putting aside all else, here are the facts. Leo will outlive him, squibs die out the same as muggles. If she has children, and they are squibs, she will bury her children. They will never wield a wand, never fly a broom, never know what it feels like to receive a Hogwarts letter. Is that the life you want for Leo?"

“Lucius…it’s her life. We can make suggestions, surely, but we cannot dictate what she does with it.”

“I only want the best for her.”

“Suppose this is the best for her, it just looks a bit different than we thought it would.”

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Leo's wedding is perfect and without incident. Which is nearly unheard of for a Malfoy affair.

The reception is equally beautiful, under an ivory tent behind the manor. Leo and Henry are both elated to dance into the night. They would take a red eye out of London that night for a two week honeymoon in Hawaii, before quidditch picks up again.

Corina has taken up residence in 'Won's' arms. She adores her mother's good friend.

Rosanna finds them, near the dessert table, when Draco heads to relieve himself. "So, not as much fun as you remember, huh?"

"I gotta tell you, this kid's a laugh," Ron answers, "good company."

"Don't let Hermione hear you say that, she asked me to cure your baby fever." Ro confesses, around a mouthful of Ron's abandon pastry.

"I dunno what the big deal is. I want to have just one more. Maybe if you talked to her-"

"No thanks." Rosanna cuts him off. She'd been caught up in their spats one too many times.

"If you plant the seed, next time you're at the spiral class-"

"It's called a spin class, because you're on a bike." Rosanna laughs, picking at his plate, for anything else that hasn't been gnawed on.

"Come on, help a guy out, Ro. I want one of these." His eyes drift down to the child in his lap.

"I'll mention it, but that is all." Rosanna narrows her eyes at him. "I'm getting too old for this."

Harry and Ginny make their way over.

"What are you two in cahoots about now? Eating up all the sweets?" Ginny asks as she takes a seat.

"Ron wants me to convince Hermione to have another baby. I'm still trying to figure out why he thinks Hermione can be talked into things." Rosanna explains, crossing her legs beneath the table.

"You're her best friend, and you work together; see her more than I do I reckon."

"I work with her too, Ron." Harry points out, "why haven't you asked me?"

"Well...you're not a bird." Ron explains, lifting one shoulder, "it won't be as impactful coming from you."

"What won't be impactful?" Hermione asks, joining the conversation.

"I thought you went to the loo?" Ron tries to change the subject.

"I did, and now I'm finished; what's going on?" Hermione knows him like the back of her hand.

Ron’s ears flush, deep scarlet at the tips. He’s been caught. "I know you think I don't know what I'm asking, but I do. I want to have another baby with you, my wife, who I love very much."

Rosanna places her hand at the base of the champagne flute Hermione is sipping from, encouraging her to finish the glass before answering. "You can't be serious!"

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Polaris has always been monumentally different from her sisters. Most notably Vega, her twin. Almost as if they were polar opposites. But Vega was always there, always around. Until they were sorted into separate houses. They didn't share a room, or clothes, or even a class schedule. At first it was nice, the distinction; then it was more lonely than either of them anticipated.

After Vega befriended her new roommate, Arlene; Polaris felt more distant from her than ever.

Arlene saw that Vega was different. Very quiet, reserved, and hated to sleep in her bed. She'd often find the Malfoy girl, curled up anywhere but in her assigned sleeping area. One night in particular, the platinum blonde is draped over an arm chair in the common room.

Arlene leans in, to tap her shoulder. Vega's pale skin barely brushes the pads of her fingers, the contact instantly jolts her awake.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vega snaps, drawing in on herself.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Arlene frowns.

"I can't sleep in that bed." Vega informs her.

"And why not?" The other girl crosses both arms, over her chest.

"Because it was my Mum's, and when I lay in it... I see things." Vega whispers, into the dimly lit room.

"What kind of things?" Arlene wonders, taking a seat on the couch, opposite her.

"Things that happened. Not to me." A thousand laughs, a thousand tears, none of them are her's.

"We could switch beds, but I'm not sure who mine belonged to." Arlene offers, she knew of Vega long before she met her. Her mother is one of the most well known legilimens of all time. Vega must take after her.

"Lavender Brown." Vega says, the bed aside of her mother's used to be Hermione's. "They moved everything around so no one would be particular when given room assignments."

"Maybe it'll be easier for you there?" Arlene hopes so, the girl deserves a proper bed.

"Or maybe I'll see you." Vega tells her.

"I'm not so bad." Arlene smiles, "quiet boring really, my life; compared to yours."

"Boring sounds pretty brilliant." Vega grins in return, "thank you."

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Polaris likes Arlene well enough. But she all but sprints from the crowded dance floor, when she overhears them dreaming up a life together.

Harry's oldest son notices Polaris leaving, just as he's gathered the nerve to ask her to dance. James follows her, to the outskirts of the lawn. Near the cast iron fence that separates their estate from the rest of the world. "Polaris, wait up!"

"Bugger off, James." She sneers, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her ice blue eyes.

"Oi, I'm here to help." James rakes a hand through his dark hair.

"How are you gonna to do that?" Polaris scoffs, of course, perfect James Potter, thinks he can fix everything.

"Dunno really," He admits, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "I'm rubbish at this sort of thing. But I'm here."

"I heard Vega talking to Arlene...about doing something like this, after they graduate." The icy blonde tells him.

"So?" James shrugs.

"So, it pissed me off." She snaps, tracing a finger down the dark metal beside her.

The boy chortles, "go on then, tell me how chuffed you are at the idea of your sister being happy."

"How can people just settle? All that life to live, all the potential and possibilities and you just...get married? And they're so happy about it! Leo will be thrilled to leave the Holyheads and have a baby. Arlo and Marko basically have an entire ceremony planned. And Vega, we shared a womb for nine entire months! She's completely content to move into a hole in the wall with her little girlfriend." Polaris seethes, she is envious of her sisters. Not because she doesn’t want them to be happy, no, not that at all. Rather because they're content to be 'normal'...and she isn’t.

James chuckles, Polaris is something between a friend and a girlfriend. They snogged, he asked her out, she shot him down, and then snogged him some more. "What's so wrong with that?"

"I don’t want to settle,” she whispers.

"Then don’t." James smirks, at the back of her head. Thick hair beginning to break free of its barrette.

"Really?"

"I think you're afraid of what comes after graduation, you haven't got a proper plan. It's ok that you don't."

"You're not just saying that to stay in my good graces?" Polaris turns to him, full lips quirked in an accusatory grin.

He raises a shoulder, "I do want to be in your good graces, Polaris. But I meant what I said.” He tugs a loose piece of platinum hair. “I don't want to settle either."

"You won't wait on me forever."

"Maybe I will.” They’re only seventeen and he’s not opposed to playing the long game. Polaris is a piece of work, but he likes that about her; loves it even.

"Shut up." She bites back a grin, glancing up at the sky as it begins to darken. "Holy dark mark in the sky at my sister's wedding."

"Way to change the subject." James turns from her, to have a look. "Holy dark mark in the sky at your sister's wedding."

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Lucius waits his turn to dance with his granddaughter.

Leo smiles when she finds him there, accepting his outstretched hand. “You came.”

He gives a curt nod, his blonde hair is down, same as Draco’s, schooled straight and sleek for the occasion.

“I didn’t think you would.”

“You can thank your grandmother, she talked me into it.”

“I’m glad she did.” Leo admits.

“As am I.” The confession is quick, as though it were unpleasant.

Behind her grandfather, Leo can see Polaris rush back into the tent. Her blue eyes are wide, glossy, cheeks flushed from running, her hair fallen around her face from its careful updo. James is there, holding her. Not taunting, teasing or tugging at her the way he normally would. Holding her like she is in danger.

“Dad!” The sound of it is horrid, retched from Polaris’ throat.

Draco’s eyes find her, immediately rushing to her aid. “What is it?” He checks her over thoroughly, brushing sweat damp tresses behind her ears.

“The mark was in the sky.”

“What?” Had Fred and George sent up some sort of fireworks and spooked her?

“The dark mark was in the sky.” Polaris jerks on his hands, the way she would as a child, asking him to banish the monster beneath her bed.

“You stay right there.” Draco orders, breaking away to see for himself. Sure enough, the sky is lit up. The skull and snake.

Part 11

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metalomagnetic · 1 year ago

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What do you think about James/Regulus? It's surprisingly a more popular ship than I would have guessed. I am curious as what your thoughts are.

Also what do you think about Lucius/Severus? What do you think about James/Severus- I think that they would be so toxic that it is kinda compelling.

I wonder what you think about Bellatrix/Molly- it started off as a crack ship but hear me out. I kept thinking about how Molly was able to kill Bellatrix in a duel despite Bellatrix being being a formidable duellist who at one pointed was personally tutored by Voldemort. I know that JKR intended it as a power of maternal love and blah blah but if you take it literally it means Molly is just a more powerful fighter. I think that they provide interesting foils to each other yet I think that they have some similarities in how they have defined by their relationship with their families/men and their fierce loyalty to their respective leaders. Also I like imagining a teenage Bellatrix who is incensed by Molly who bests her in their duels.

I am neutral on James/Regulus. It sounds like Harry/Draco to me, only with Sirius probably losing his mind in the background 😂

I don't like Lucius/Severus, I enjoy them as friends, more. Plus I think Narcissa is friends with Severus, and I am loathe to hurt Narcissa.

I hate Molly, so I don't ship her with anyone. Not even with poor Arthur.

I could suspend my disbelief on a lot of things in the books- the magic, the many plot holes, a teenager killing the most powerful dark lord etc. I could just go with it. What pulled me out completely was house wife Molly standing a chance against solider Bellatrix. After that happened, I laughed at the absurdity for half an hour and I got completely detached from the rest of the book. I read it without a smidgeon of interest left. I wish Dora would have killed Bellatrix, or Andromeda, hell, even Neville (who certainly did more fighting in his last year at Hogwarts than Molly did in her life). McGonagall would have been the best option- you can still have the mother love thing (after all Minerva is a sort of mother to all Hogwarts students) but it would be believable. McGongall is the one that parallels Bella, with her loyalty to Dumbledore, with her knowledge of magic etc. Hell, even Neville's grandma would have been a better choice than Molly, I'm sorry, I can't get over it still, so many years later 😂

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countrymusiclover · 9 months ago

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45 - No Normal Conversations

Part 46

Family is More than Blood

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Klaus and Ethan had went their separate ways leaving me alone by myself standing outside the office wooden door. Fiddling with the fabric of my shirt I sucked in a breath not wanting to nosey yet dying to know all at the same time. Caroline and Missy had been in there talking for close to two hours nonstop. “Fuck it, Raelyn.” I cursed under my breath moving my ear against the door great full for vamp hearing.

“Missy, I'm sorry this has become a huge struggle for you. This is never an easy task for even experienced vampires.” Caroline was the first one to speak in the conversation.

On the inside of the office Missy sighed heavily sitting down in the nearest chair. “I don't want him to turn and then regret it. I mean I've heard aunt Rebekah and aunt Elena how they hate it.”

“Hey, no vampire turning experience is ever the same story. I mean I got killed by Katherine shoving a pillow over my face after she posed as my best friend.” Caroline clasped her hands together lowering herself down on a knee to be eye level with her. “Melissa, I want you to listen to me. Having concerns over this is completely normal.”

She wiped underneath her nose sniffing. “I just don't know what the right call is. I…I've never turned anyone before and then there's the whole sire bond control and how well he can control his desire for blood. The only simple thing would be making him a daylight ring.”

“We'll just take it one step at a time. I will be here for you along with your parents.” Caroline declared from what I could hear until someone came walking around the corner drawing my attention away from it.

“Raelyn, can I ask you something…Are you snooping on your daughter?” Jacob paused in his steps in front of me.

I take a step backwards from the door. “No.”

“Rae, you're lying when you bite your lip.” He challenged me.

I gasped huffing my arms crossed over my chest. “I do not!”

“Yes, you do.” Jacob sent me a look. “Anyway, with you having been a heretic longer than I have is there any chance that you could make certain parts of me function again?”

“I’m sorry, what did you just ask me?” If I had been drinking something I would have choked on it. Covering my mouth I coughed into my hand.

My twin brother held his hands in front of himself. “I am asking if you can make it where I can give Hayley more children.”

“Jacob, I…I don’t think it is possible. And I don’t have my magic ability at the moment.” I shake my head in disagreement feeling goosebumps crawl up my skin at the thought of taking my magic back at this time.

Jacob dropped his hands to his side. “Rae, please think about this for a second. Andrea is the only child we have.”

“And that’s a reasonable reason for me to take back my powers when you haven’t comprehended that I nearly tried to harm everyone in this school. That’s the reason I put it away in Jo’s hunting knife.” I parted my

Ips in disbelief.

“Raelyn, you keep popping out babies. Like I'm glad you can but goddamn you have an army of supernatural soldiers.” Jacob suddenly snapped at me catching me off guard.

I dropped my mouth open. “J…I…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough here.” Jacob stomped up to me snatching my wrists and I winced feeling him siphoning from me. “If you won’t help me then just teach me the spell and I’ll do it myself!”

Shoving him against the wall with vampire speed I showed my fangs to him. “It’s not a spell that gave me that ability, Jacob!”

“Then what was it?” He spat back at me.

I sniffed through some tears not wanting to remember all that time without him in my life. “Esther tried to kill all of her children until I siphoned her dark magic away. Uncle Joshua tricked me into becoming the Leader of our Coven. Her power was killing me until I died becoming a heretic. Only my stomach is still mortal it's not something I can do without using black magic.”

“You’re gonna make me say what I’ll regret saying to you aren’t you?” He asked me.

My eyes shifted to focus directly on my brother's eyes. I never thought we would be having a fight like this and it scared me the second the words slipped from my mouth. “Say what, J?”

“You’re being selfish, Rae. You’re being selfish by not even considering the possibility of doing the spell if I hadn’t asked you.” Jacob flashed his fangs, pushing me away with his hands roughly where I stumbled into the wooden wall behind me.

I grunted, pressing my back against the wall, remaining almost stuck to it out of fear. “Jacob…”

“What the hell is going out here?” The office door opened and Caroline stood in the doorway with a hand on her hip scowling.

My twin brother rolled his eyes, vamping off without another word. “Nothing that concerns you, Forbes. Just my sister being extremely selfish.”

“Raelyn, what is he talking about?” The blonde turned her head at me.

I slowly pushed myself away from the world, still processing what had just happened before my own eyes. “Uh…I have no idea. I..I need some air.” Vamping off in the distance of the mansion I got away from there as fast as possible. Entering a bedroom upstairs I felt my whole body shaking and my heart inside my chest was tightening even if it no longer beats to keep me alive.

Gripping fists full of my hair I paced back and forth around the room. Someone vamped in the bedroom while I reached up on the dresser for the knife. Drawing the blade down into my right palm I felt the burning of my magic inside of me even though I had none currently. “Raelyn, is everything alright?”

“Phasmatos triut nas ex veras, maquis dumnas rotenem-“ I clutched the hunting knife in my hands with the window glass behind me beginning to shake and shatter into pieces until someone snatched it from my hands and I couldn’t feel the tingling anymore.

Klaus was the one who had come into the room. “Rae, what the hell are you doing?” He held the knife away from my reach.

“Destroying where my magic is stored because my brother now hates me.” I attempted to reach for it but he saw my movement before I could make it. Klaus grabbed my wrists holding them above my head once I was trapped between him and the wall.

Klaus tilted his head so confused. “Rae, you’re not making sense right now. Jacob doesn’t hate you.”

“Yes he does, Klaus. He got upset when I told him I wouldn’t take my magic to dark magic to give him and Hayley the chance to have more kids like we do.” My chest heaved up and down and our noses were inches from touching.

The hybrid didn’t move from our current position furthermore he stepped closer if it was humanly possible reaching up with his other hand to wipe away some falling tears. “Rae. He’s your brother, you’re twin, he couldn’t hate you if he tried. Believe I know a simple sibling squabble when I see one.”

“You won’t ever understand.” I shake my head vamping out of his grasp easier than normal since his guard was down.

Klaus yanked his head in the direction I was watching me going for the hunting knife that was on the carpet floor. “Oh no you don’t.” He vamped onto my back pinning me down the second my fingers brushed the handle.

“Ah Nik! Get off me.” I screamed with his body on top of mine. I elbowed him in the stomach giving me the chance to roll onto my back and hug the blade to my chest.

My husband held himself by the palms of his hands on either side of my head. “Love, I don’t know what has gotten inside that head of yours. But I certainly don’t care for it at the moment.”

“You don’t need to understand. Just know that once my magic is gone for good everything has to be better.” I declare meeting his baby blues.

His eyes changed briefly to the familiar yellow and I heard a low growl from the back of his throat. “One minute you’re telling me you’re magic is who you are so that’s why you are waiting until you’re comfortable again and now because your brother wants to knock up his wife some more you must completely destroy a huge part of who you are. Raelyn, that’s bloody ridiculous - ooohh!”

“You can’t stop me, Nik.” I moved my closest knee up into his crotch and he moaned in pain giving me the chance I finally needed. Grabbing the knife in both hands I began chanting the destruction spell for the second time. “Phasmatos triut nas ex veras, maquis dumnas rotenem-“

The bedroom door that Klaus had shut behind him got flung open a second time. I could hear heavy breathing and the person’s heart beating rapidly meaning they definitely were human. A hand grabbed the doorframe and I saw Lizzie Saltzman struggling to catch her breath against it. “Oh my god what I wouldn’t give for vampire speed.”

“Son of a bitch. Elizabeth, what are you doing here?” I snapped pausing the spell for a third time, annoyed by my siphon niece's presence.

She put her freehand over her heart. “Touchy Auntie Raelyn. I…uh sorry can’t breathe.”

“Lizzie, I’m kind of in the middle of something. So can you please get on with what you need to tell us.” I was growing impatient hearing my husband’s moans of pain dying down meaning he would be going for the knife in the next available position.

She finally had caught her breath standing more upright in the doorway. “Sorry to spoil whatever you were doing. I think Andres is dating gross Connor or one of the other Townies at the high school.” She scrunched her nose when the words came out of her mouth.

“No she’s not. Andrea, can’t possibly be old enough to date yet.” Klaus shot in a sitting upright position glaring at the witch.

Lizzie made a scoffing sound at him. “She’s practically a teenager, Uncle Klaus.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Hell, I didn't let Hope or Melissa date until now.” Klaus shrugged his shoulders not liking the thought of it.

The Saltzman blonde quipped back. “What about Alina then?”

“Her situation was completely different than my other kids and you know it.” He raised his tone at her waving a finger at her warningly.

Tightening my grip on the hunting knife handle I began chanting. “Enough both of you! Phasmatos triut nas ex veras..”

“Elizabeth, stop her.” Klaus instructed her quickly before I could finish the spell.

Lizzie snapped her fingers previously siphoning some magic from the walls of the mansion allowing her to draw the blade from my hands and turn it invisible before our eyes. “Invisque.”

“Niklaus Mikaelson!” Whipping my head to my husband I wanted to ring his neck so badly, showing him my fangs and vampire eyes.

Lizzie shifted her gaze between the two of us moving her finger around in a circle gesturing to our current state of still laying on the floor with torn clothing and messy hair. “Am I missing something else or did I just interrupt you two having sex?” I facepalmed myself sometimes wishing she wasn’t so much like Caroline at times.

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artinclined-jointheartside · 2 years ago

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Can I have Terra Headcanons pwease 🥺🥺🥺

SO! With no direction to go, I'm just gonna toss out all sorts of sheeat! Disclaimer, though should be obvious – most of this pertains to my story After the End. However, a lot of it I've just accepted as personal fancanon because I can't see it any other way. As such, I'm stuck with it! And now so are you~ I hope you enjoy!

Terra Snapdragon~

The long-standing, and believe it or not quite loved and adored, Head Witch of the Plant Coven.

A lot of people have a bone to pick with her. Some hate her for something she may have done or said, some may dislike her because she has her own way of doing things, but no one can deny she does get shit done and has an energy about her that never fails to catch attention.

That energy has been present since the very beginning. Spunky even from her childhood, she was always excited to do things and happy to learn. Mostly about Plant Magic, but believe it or not, that isn't where she had her start.

In an ironic parallel to another plant witch we know, she actually had her start in Abomination magic. She wasn't bad at it, exemplary in some cases, but her real passion was plants. Alas, that wasn't The Plan and she had to sequester that passion, only practicing it when the rare opportunity to sneak away from her studies (and home) presented itself. Life was hard, harder than her bright smile let on, but she found her ways to have fun and make it bearable.

A series of unfortunate events befell her however, and while her passion never died, her life became … harder. More and more she had to hide her true desires and bury what she really wanted, as The Plan became more and more restrictive. We all know what it feels like to be caged by life occasionally, and well, she certainly felt it.

Fake smiles and poised poses hid sleepless nights and anxiety ridden days as things got worse and worse for her, and not just in regard to her endless studies, oppressive obligations, and harsh "punishments" for her failures. Finally, after a particularly grievous setback to The Plan for her life, and a punishment taken too far even by comparison to prior instances– she snapped.

Even to this day, if one were to look into the records, they would make it quite clear that no one really knows who or what wrecked the home on the outskirts of town, leaving the youngest member of the family alive, but in bad sorts. Visiting the devastated estate when released from the healing ward, she seemed to those observing to be in shocked disbelief. And she was, to an extent. But it was rather disturbing to say the least when the young woman of twenty suddenly sliced her hair off with an old dagger pulled from the debris and started laughing like a lunatic. She collected one other item and proceeded to walk away, telling them to do what they wanted with the ruined home, it was nothing to her now, and disappeared into the forest.

When she reappeared days later, it was far from where she'd grown up and the people who'd failed her, and with very little evidence of her old life.

Not even her old name.

And right up to a Plant Coven tent she waltzed.

Now, they didn't know this strange young woman who seemed oh-so-eager to join. Which was odd, because usually they see an aspiring plant witch at intervals through their life, even if said intervals are irregular. But this twenty-year-old who looked like she'd just come from a fight with a tree was something else. Luckily, the older adult in the tent was a laid-back guy and decided to see what she was about – despite the others' fears of her being dangerous. See, the Plant Coven was surreptitiously on good terms with witches of all trades and kinds – wild witches, included. However, only eight years prior there'd been an incident with a wild witch that was especially heinous, and they were more feared and hated than ever as a result. The Plant Coven, while accepting of many creeds, were still wary of danger. And with most young witches having some sort of interaction with the people of the craft they wanted to follow, it was odd that no one had ever seen this woman at least once over the last two decades. So, was she wild? And looking a wreck and sporting a wicked smile, was she safe to be around?

These fears aside, his seniority won out and Terra got to camp with the Plant Coven. Soon enough, that wicked smile turned excited again and her eagerness to learn and help won over those more questioning of her motives. Besides, Hildevard, the Head Witch at that time, seemed to like the spunky stranger, and if Hildevard liked her, she had to be alright. Though, more than one person was curious as to why, when finally receiving the Plant Coven sigil, the woman seemed relieved of all things.

Nevertheless, the strange and curious Terra Snapdragon was now an official member of the Plant Coven.

And she took to Coven Life quite well. "Back in the day" as they say, the Plant Coven didn't have any permanent locations or structures. Instead, their "official" locations were mere tent encampments dotted about the Isles. And their motto, which is still the Plant Coven motto to this day, was "Do what you will." Which basically means "Live and let live." So long as no one gets hurt and everyone involved is of age and accepting, well, do what you will!

And an awful lot of that included dancing~

Terra knew dancing. But she knew the waltzes and ballroom dances and poised and proper with structure and control. Not wild and unrestrained with passion in every step and fire at your feet.

And, you may have heard, in the Plant Coven, everyone dances. You'd think the Bards would have them beat, but living free among the forests and the valleys, with warm fires lighting the night and all sorts of tasty things filling the veins with all sorts of rushes, you gotta do something with that energy~ She took to dancing just as ardently as plant magic itself, and was soon outdancing even the most enthusiastic of partners. And she still does, even to this day. Don't challenge her unless you're ready because even at 75 years young, she'll have you under the table in no time!

And of course, as time ticked by, she grew in may different ways, not the least of which being her dedication to the coven and propensity for the craft. As such, no one really thought it odd in any way when, after a few weeks away from the encampment that she never quite went into detail about, she came back with a plant. A flower, specifically. A well sized one. Very pretty color. On her head, though?

At twenty-seven, she'd accomplished a lot for herself and a great deal for the coven, but this flower, for some odd reason she never really would say, seemed to fill her with a great deal of satisfaction and pride. And while she would eventually admit that the plant ending up her head was, in fact, an accident of sorts, she rather liked it where it was so she had no plans to remove it.

It did have an unforeseen side-effect, of course. Over time, her hair gained a more leaf-like quality, whole sections of it standing separate and almost stiff. What she came to understand, and hardly minded, was that the flower was, in a manner of speaking, nesting. Attached to her scalp by fine, vein-like filaments, it was stimulating her hair growth and altering the consistency, allowing for a buildup of soft material to bed itself against. Over time, whole sections of hair came to be attached more to the plant than to her. However, it was hardly a concern to her and still isn't. After all, she'd gained two new appendages in return for the honor of nesting atop her head, and they've come in quite handy many times, so it was a fair enough exchange in the end.

That said, if the happy accident that landed the flower on her head had never happened, she'd hardly have the patience for such a huge quantity of hair. Short of shaving it all off, the less the better would have been her preference.

That said, the flower did end up on her head after all, but what if she were to take it off? Because she actually can. Even after all these decades, she could remove it at any time. If she just so happened to get tired of it being there one day, what would happen to that iconic hair of hers?

Well, she'd lose most of it. Whole sheets would fall away, detaching from her and the flower. However, the bulk of her real hair is still attached to her and healthy as can be! Albeit, sapped of color due to the flower's influence, and losing more as a result of removal. And while she'd had naturally straight hair before acquiring the flower, the impact of it's presence is never-ending it seems, as she'd be left with rolling waves and curls in it's absence. Now, how long the long hair lasts for someone who's never had to upkeep curls is a question worth betting on.

Appearances aside, Terra has always been passionate, both about her craft and the people in it. See, found family really does have meaning on the Isles, and the Plant Coven became her family. They accepted her, crazy and all; they trusted her intuition, despite questioning change; appreciated her dedication, as single-minded and intense as it could be at times; and supported her whole-heartedly when Hildevard announced she'd be the new Head Witch – and sooner, rather than later.

Reality was, there wasn't anyone who fit the role better.

Since the time she'd arrived at the young age of twenty, to the time of the announcement when she was only twenty-nine, she'd gone from offering helpful suggestions that were just what was needed, to straight up making whole-coven impacting decisions that only bettered life for everyone in it. From building the first large-scale greenhouse, to organizing the way everyone grew their plants amongst each other, to standardizing how any product produced was inventoried and sold, to keeping actual track of coven funds and using them to further build up the coven's structures, she eventually grew the Plant Coven's encampments from simple tent villages on unclaimed land to actual physical locations on properly coven-claimed land – allowing for all the legal rights and protections such a validated claim afforded.

How she'd had the starting funds for such endeavors and where she got any knowledge of the legal system, no one asked.

Especially not with the beloved old Hildevard, mysterious and sagely as she was, supporting the young woman at every turn.

So, she was inducted as Head Witch, done so just after turning thirty, the youngest age allowed per the legal stipulations for Coven Heads. And still so far the only witch in history to actually be inducted at that age. While some might consider becoming Head Witch to be the height of accomplishment, to Terra, it was just another happenstance, one that simply allowed her to better work on improving her coven.

As far as she was concerned, she still had a lot of work to do, and it wasn't going to do itself, now was it?

What she built, she preserved. What she grew, she maintained. And what she gained, she protected.

But more on that in another post~ Stay tuned for part two!

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