#if it's supernatural she'll still be a witch and she's way more likely to go to a regular college than her sisters haha

[luminiamore]

𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖔𝖚𝖘

a stefan salvatore love story.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔

freesia

"Freesia, would you kindly refrain from playing in that man's dreams," Came a soft, southern, silky voice amid an enchanted forest.

A beautiful forest it was. Majestic oak and towering pine trees stretch towards the heavens, their branches glittered with clusters of shimmering dewdrops and flowers that glint like precious gems in the soft light. A chorus of bird song fills the air, accompanied by the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional flutter of wings.

"Ah! S'il vous plaît, Bella. I am not playing. I am merely teasing," The goddess giggled, a delicate smile adorning her features. She opened one chestnut-colored eye to take a peek at her sister.

Belladonna stood stoically, her captivating face betraying no emotion, clad in a cream-colored strapless gown that gathered slightly at the forest's edge. Meanwhile, Freesia was adorned solely in vines and a kaleidoscope of blossoms, her usual attire in the confines of her woodland abode.

"You're well aware we're seeing him tomorrow, hun. Why such teasing antics-" A melodic voice cuts the ancient witch off.

"Is Freesia inserting herself in Stefan's dreams once again? You're making him doubt your existence, sweets. That is if he hasn't already. You know-" The fairy addressed her best friend, a soft fluttering accompanied her statement.

"Yes, thank you, Fi. That's what I was just telling our lovely best friend here." Belladonna quickly cut off the fairy before she could start rambling. A habit of hers. She only gives a sheepish grin before she settles down on a log a few feet away from the pair.

Freesia gives a pout to the two women. Did he really doubt she existed?

Her voice trembles, "I just want to give him some hope. He's been burdened for so long, and it pains me to see him like that."

There's a soft whistling the trees emit at the end of her statement as if comforting her. She gives a sad smile.

"I know, sweets. And he won't feel that way anymore because we're headed to Mystic Falls tomorrow, yes?

The ancient fairy quickly utters. And almost as if the goddess was never down in the first place, she gives a bright smile, birds tweeting around her at the sheer aura it gave off. "Yes! Oh, I'm so excited. Is Nea coming with us?"

This time, Belladonna answers, the green leaves moving in a tornado-like motion under her whim, "Of course, she wouldn't leave us alone in that supernatural-infested town. She's feeding right now, so she'll likely meet us tomorrow at the house."

The house, a beautiful one it was. It was abandoned when they first stumbled upon it, vines and leaves taking over its walls. Freesia saw the perfection in it, and so she insisted on renovating it. It wasn't too far from the Salvatore boarding house; besides, it couldn't be viewed by any non-human creature. Thanks to a lovely spell by her sister.

It was simply a way for them to blend in, they didn't really need it. Selenea lived in the ocean, and the other three girls were found solitary in the forest. It was the source of their power, and they never felt more safe. They figured that since they were newcomers to the small town, a ball seemed suitable to introduce themselves. And that's precisely what they were going to do.

"Allons-y, d'accord? After all, we have a ball to prepare for; we haven't even gotten our dresses yet." Freesia abruptly stands, her vine dress still holding tightly onto her skin.

"I know a wonderful dress store in Italy." Is all the ancient witch says before she opens a portal with a wave of her hand.

The tiny fairy squeaks at the prospect of shopping, and Freesia enthusiastically claps. They both follow her into the shimmering light, giggles and laughs following after them.

chapter one. chapter three.

[coraniaid]

Number 10 and 20 for the Fanfiction Author Ask Game?

Fanfiction author ask game

Answered both of these here, but I can have another go at one of them.

20) Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

As anyone who's read my blog might have picked up, I'm really interested in Amy Madison as ... well, not a character as such, but a potential character the writers never really bothered to flesh out? It feels very easy to imagine a different version of the show in which Witch was the show's way of introducing a new permanent member of the cast who would go on to be a core part of the group. Not necessarily as important as people like Willow or Xander, but certainly as important as Oz or Jenny or any of the later secondary Scoobies.

Amy and Willow used to hang out! Amy is one of (many, many) characters who exist to tell us somehting about Buffy herself. Amy knows that magic and the supernatural are real! The episode ends with Amy and Buffy bonding over their recent shared experiences! And yet, Amy won't appear again -- or even be mentioned again! -- for almost a full year, and after that she'll vanish again until a single episode appearance in the third season, which effectively writes her out of the show forever by giving her a fate [almost] worse than death as a joke! (And that's not even getting into how the show treats Amy in the last two seasons, or in the post-Chosen comics I refuse to read.)

So while in theory I really like the idea of making Amy more of a member of the gang and thinking about how she works as a person, the problem is that in the actual show Amy isn't a consistent character at all. She undergoes all sorts of horrible and lifechanging experiences (some of them only implied, or entirely off-screen), that the show just isn't remotely interesed in unpacking. She has a new (worse) personality every season. We're not supposed to have any empathy for her at all.

All of which means that trying to actually write a version of Amy Madison that both feels like a real character and feels true to her appearances in the show is just ... incredibly difficult. Probably not even possible.

(However, I learned absolutely nothing from repeatedly trying to do this in Coexist and I am still committed to forcing Amy into my much-talked-about and not yet written Season 7 AU as well.)

[kittythelitter]

CW: Chrissy's mom. Specifically being body shamey and ableist. Also characters being pressured into a relationship they don't want to be in.

Okay but ST season 4 AU where everyone lives, including Chrissy and Jason. Like, Vecna breaks his victims and traps his victims in their own minds instead of killing them so he can feed off their life forces or whatever and Chrissy is found in the trailer broken and covered in upsidedown goop but still alive so everyone's like. This is some weird supernatural bullshit. And Jason still leads a witch-hunt.

After it all, Chrissy is awake and recovering and she breaks up with Jason for being the worst. And her mom is like. You're legally an adult, you chased away a good man, because you're bed bound for now you lost your cheerleading scholarship and the only thing that makes you worth anything. You can't even get a job in your current state. You need a man. If you let me set you up with a rich eligible bachelor and don't fuck it up, we will pay your hospital bills, maybe even college.

Meanwhile Steve is a hero, and is a publicity asset for the Harringtons, and for the first time since he graduated high school has some kind of value to his parents. He's being celebrated, and if they set him up with one of their business partner's kids they can curry favor. More so if it's the poor injured Cunningham girl who is beloved and lauded by the town for being victims of the bizarre serial killer, Henry Creel.

(Ignore the goo and the vines and the crack in the ground that used to be main street there was a serial killer and an earthquake and they were totally unrelated.)

So Steve and Chrissy are both being pressured by their parents into a relationship that even conceptually makes them uncomfortable. But she can't back out without starting adulthood in a wheelchair in crippling debt. And while Steve could probably survive being disowned and his parents' ire his abandonment issues and desperate people pleaser tendencies make him not want to piss off his parents, disappoint the Cunninghams, or hurt Chrissy's feelings.

So they go on a lot of very uncomfortable dates. And they kind of get along. And Steve breaks down and full on Robin word vomits that she's great and he's sure she'll find a great guy but he really doesn't want to upset their parents or hurt her feelings- but he really really doesn't feel that way about her- and it's not because she's in a wheelchair or anything- one of his kids is in a wheelchair- well not his kid- there's these kids he babysits- that's not the point- he's really really sorry, but he kind has a crush on someone else, and he can't keep pretending to date her to make other people happy, and he's really sorry. And she's like. Holy shit.

And he just broke down so she feels comfortable explaining her situation and he, overwhelmed by his protector instincts, agrees to keep up the appearance of dating until her hospital bills are paid and she can make her own choices about what she wants.

So they keep doing public dates and stuff. But outside of that, he invites her to meet his friends, cause she lost a lot of hers in everything. She's been really lonely, and she's very sweet and kind of dorky so she gets along with everyone.

And Steve told Robin everything because she's Robin, but not everyone else because he didn't want to get into his parents bullshit or expose Chrissy's baggage so they're all nice to her and get along but they're a little weird about it because that's Chrissy Cunningham. And Steve's dating her???

Also Robin is weird around her because hot girl, but everyone thinks she's jealous which is a weird dynamic. Chrissy thinks Robin is Steve's crush and keeps talking Steve up to Robin and talking about how Robin's great and how close she and Steve are and how nice that is. And it's very awkward.

Eddie is insanely jealous and he knows that Robin's a lesbian so he's like. Oh she has a crush on her best friend's straight girlfriend. That sucks. And he also hates that he can't hate Chrissy, because she's so fucking nice and sweet to him.

(Nancy, Jon and Argyle are all on varying levels of knowing something is up but are staying out of it because they are too stoned to parse what specifically is happening or too stubborn to admit that they made some wrong assumptions.)

(the kids don't care much beyond being glad that Steve wasn't flirting with every age appropriate girl he crossed paths with anymore)

And then Chrissy figures out that a) whoops she has a crush on her fake boyfriend's best friend (Robin). b) Steve and Eddie are in love. And c) Eddie thinks she and Steve are for real. So Chrissy tries to explain to Eddie that their relationship is fake without spilling Steve's baggage, and mentions that she doesn't even like Steve like that she actually likes Robin.

Through some miscommunication Eddie now thinks Steve is unknowingly Chrissy's beard. And he doesn't want to out Chrissy but he's a little upset that she's using his crush totally platonic guy friend this way.

Meanwhile Chrissy tries to team up with Robin to get Steve and Eddie together. Because Robin clearly loves Steve and Eddie and wants them to be happy even if she hates Chrissy for some reason. (Again Robin doesn't hate Chrissy she's just super awkward).

Boundless shenanigans ensue.

[lorata]

Speaking of the evil witch Gloria, how long was D homeless for? (I know she basically kicked him out in August but I don't remember when the Centre found out) Also Eibhlin would definitely resort to violence if she ever found out about what happened, but, did she ever find out? (Wait now that I think about it, that was probably included in his file right) Did you ever write out Lyme's initial reaction to his file? Like what stood out and made her go "this one, this right here is mine"? (Sorry about the amount of questions!)

he was homeless for just under 6 months? she kicked him out in August and he was picked up sometime in winter

I feel like Eibhlin would have found out eventually, probably when inquiring (tactfully) about Claudius' respiratory issues as he's the only one in the VV with chronic bronchitis. and he's like oh yeah yeah that goes back to when I was homeless as a kid, shit sucked

(eibhlin: kill bill sirens)

re: the last question, I DID write that for a prompt meme uhhhhh *checks math* sweet mercy, 10 years ago

I did not clean this up or anything but have a deep cut.

FIC BELOW:

Mentors tended to be a superstitious bunch; when dealing with the death of a tribute year after year after year, sometimes it was easier to pretend that at least some of it was up to a higher power that only needed to be appeased by wearing certain shoes, or not washing socks, or using a particular headset. Lyme never bothered with any of that; to her it felt more like courting bad luck, the exact opposite of the intention. What happened if that lucky mug broke, if something interrupted the prescribed routine?

No. Sitting and watching her kids die was bad enough without adding additional blame on herself because she didn't follow a particular ritual. Brutus didn't do it either -- no room for the supernatural when there were rules -- and the two of them let the others keep their habits. Everyone pretended not to notice anyway, and while Lyme didn't approve exactly, she still knew not to touch the coffee cup with the cracked handle if Chaff had a tribute last the bloodbath, and if she did a food run she only ever brought Wiress orange vegetables.

But Lyme wasn't completely immune, no matter how much she tried. Rather than enforced habits and catering to the capricious whim of luck, Lyme believed in something else: that tributes and mentors were meant to be, and that the spark of recognition should come soon, and strong.

It made mentoring harder than she'd like -- Brutus puts that kind of thought away until after he has a victor to look after, no point in going for mysticism when it just means that four times out of five they're destined for death -- but Lyme can't help it. Years and years ago, back when she first picked up a weapon in the training centre, Lyme felt her connection with swords like a jolt of lightning straight down her spine. Picking a tribute had that same moment of connection, of feeling right.

Other people, people with facile thoughts who didn't have to help children do their best not to die every year, might call it like falling in love at first sight. In a way it was, only so much more important than love; Lyme had never been in love, never wished for it and would be happy if it never afflicted her, but her tributes -- that mattered. Even if she only had them for a month or less.

The 67th Games are up next, and Lyme puts her name in for the boys. She loves Misha and would never take any of that back, but her first victor excepted, Lyme has always connected better with the boys, the angrier the better. She doesn't bother asking why; let the mentor analysts try to dredge up her psychological profile, but Lyme doesn't care. If ever a girl catches her fancy she'll take it, but the math favours the boys. Brutus and Nero take most of the girls anyway; Lyme does wonder, when she lets her mind go down that road, whether cross-sex mentoring is a kind of penance, since in order for them to stand here in the victors' box another Two got shipped home in a box of their own.

Teyla, the Head Trainer, hands Lyme the stack of files for the short list. "Here," she says. "We have a couple of strong candidates this year."

She doesn't tell Lyme which; they never do, preferring to see if the mentor's instinct lines up with the Centre testing. It usually does, though on occasion there have been surprises. Lyme picks up the first file -- a large, handsome boy named Raymon -- and flips through it. Good scores, of course, and his photos show him alternating between a winning smile and the typical Career scowl of intimidation. Lyme taps her finger against the table, then sets the file aside.

The next one's name is Linder, and Lyme pauses longer on this one -- he's meaner than Raymon, who uses size rather than meanness, and he nearly got cut for excessive violence in his field exam, gutting his final target and spreading the insides out over the grass -- and moves him up into the maybe pile before going on to the next.

The next file is three times the size of Linder's, and Lyme's eyebrows skyrocket. Teyla chuckles at her expression. "Yeah, we have a lot on this one. See what you think."

Lyme flips open the cover, glancing at the name -- Claudius, a good name, solid and Two without being on the nose -- and she leafs through to the photos before skidding to a stop. She sucks in a breath against the sudden ache in her chest, like she stopped a punch from Brutus with nothing more than her torso.

"Ah," Teyla says quietly. "I wondered if you'd pick him."

The seven-year-old who stares out at her from the page is ugly, as Centre children go; there's a note that says he doesn't pass the looks requirement but shows enough determination to allow for an exception at this stage. He has a sharp, crooked nose and dark grey eyes, and his expression is defiant and challenging, chin raised. But there's something in his eyes, a desperation that pinches them at the corners and shakes the hard line of his mouth, and Lyme recognizes it because she saw it on her own face, over twenty years ago.

This is not a boy who showed up to the Centre for the promise of good food and rough play, or who had the choice of attending or being expelled from school, or who wanted the status so he could brag to his friends about having the bracelet around his wrist. This is a boy who saw the Centre as a lifeline, and who, if they didn't take him, would have drowned.

Lyme swallows and turns the page. As the years pass he doesn't get any prettier -- worse, even, as the awkward stage of puberty takes what baby fat he had in his cheeks and makes him lean and almost rat-faced before his teenage years fill him out -- and the desperation doesn't fade. Each year it blazes out of him so fiercely Lyme almost expects it to radiate off the page like physical heat. He knows why he's here, what he needs to do, and he is going to do it.

If his scores weren't impressive then he wouldn't be on the list at all, but even so, Lyme's eyebrows creep back up her forehead. Top of his class in everything from weapons to endurance to media training, and he only has three kills to his name because the trainers didn't need to see any more. Even Lyme had four, their memories burned into her wrist in circles of scarlet ink.

In his hallucination test, when the trainers pumped him full of tracker jacker venom to see what they could dredge from the depths of his psyche, Claudius saw himself alone, unwanted. Lyme lets out a long breath and places her hands flat down on the table.

"What's the rest of it?" she asks, indicating the giant stack of pages.

"Just go through it," Teyla says, and Lyme gives her a look before moving on.

Foster records. Lyme hisses -- Two's system might not be the best but it's better than most, and almost all the kids placed into homes by the Centre are happy with their families -- because Claudius' file shows him bounced from home to home in unprecedented numbers. The foster families didn't want him; the group homes didn't want him. Each file is filled with complaints, of violence, jealousy, bouts of rage.

The final note is a form granting Claudius dispensation to live in the Centre dorms -- in Residential, with the fourteens and over -- from the age of seven. Lyme turns the paper over, stares at it and rereads it five times because that can't be right. No one has ever been given leave to stay in the dorms early, except for this boy. He grew up in the thick of it, surrounded by kids who'd taken their first kill -- when most kids his age were still getting used to playing dodgeball and not getting in trouble for breaking noses.

"He had massive behavioural issues," Teyla says, and Lyme reads through his psychological evaluations ever year and sees the same thing. "One of the neediest candidates we've had. We tried sending him home several times, giving him the chance to leave, but he wouldn't take it. He begged to stay, for us to let him volunteer."

Lyme frowns. "What happened to make him latch so hard?"

Teyla rifles through the pages and hands Lyme an incident report, then watches her carefully and nods as Lyme hisses in a sharp breath and grits her teeth. Allegations of abuse against his birth mother, including emotional cruelty and physical abandonment; she left him on the streets when he was seven, and the Centre didn't find out for almost six months. Since then, the file notes, Claudius developed a strong mother complex, drawn to female trainers who had children at home, though it didn't stop him from achieving a high pass on his first kill, a woman specifically chosen because she'd had children.

It's been a decade and a half since Lyme last saw her father, and her memories of him have faded to a dull sludge of discomfort and vague, swirling nausea in the back of her mind, but she remembers the feeling. How it felt to be a kid whose parents didn't love her, who learned to defend herself because she had to, and who turned to the one place that wouldn't punish her for turning into the only person she could in order to survive.

Lyme has already made up her mind, but she keeps going. There's a supplemental file marked for hers and the Head Trainer's eyes only, and Lyme hesitates for a moment before opening it. It's a sheaf of papers from his schools, starting from the year Claudius entered the Program and going on until he left at the age of thirteen, and Lyme can't remember the last time any candidate's file included anything other than academics.

She gets it as soon as she opens it to the first page, a 100-word essay entitled "My Favourite Victor".

My favourite Victor is Lyme, Claudius wrote in his large, childish handwriting, and he misspelled several words and mixed up letters like d and b fairly consistently, but Lyme reads on. I saw her Games last year. That's when I knew I wanted to be a Victor. Lyme isn't pretty but she's smart. Most other Victors are pretty but I like her because she's not. Because I'm not and people make fun of me but she's not and no one makes fun of her. So if Lyme can be a Victor and be not pretty then I can be not pretty and do great things too. I want to win the Hunger Games and then we can be friends and no one will hurt me ever again.

"There's more," Teyla says, and Lyme turns over the pages and sees that Claudius wrote about her for every essay he could get away with it. She's his favourite Victor, his role model, his hero, his vote for most influential person from District Two. There are crayon drawings of the two of them together, and Lyme recognizes herself even as a stick figure, hair cropped and arm muscles bulging.

By the end of the file Lyme is shaking, and she pushes it away and takes several long breaths. Her first instinct is to say no, to choose Raymon and be done with it because there have been supply delays and a handful of small uprisings all over Panem in the wake of Johanna Mason's victory and that means this year will be different. There's been no word but there's always something, a nastier Arena or an unusual twist, when the Capitol wants to send a message, and Lyme doesn't want to send this kid -- this desperate, broken boy who latched on to the Victors' Village as the only place that would ever love him -- to his death. He thinks he knows what he's doing, but like all of them, he has no idea.

Except. Except there's record of a conversation he had with one of the trainers, where he said that if they cut him he would kill himself because he had nothing else to live for. Lyme could still say no, and the Centre has this on file which means he'd be sent to an asylum on suicide watch until they could deprogram him, but even the thought of it burns in her like a swipe from a poisoned blade.

She can't say no. Not to those eyes, angry and desperate and doing their best to hide the dark flash of hope and greed. Not to this boy, who by all rights should have been trampled years ago but who still stands there, top of his class, and demands that the world pay attention.

"I want him," Lyme says, and she's surprised -- except not -- that her voice rasps hoarse in her throat.

"He'll be a challenge," Teyla says. "His looks alone will limit the kind of role he's able to play, regardless of what the Games require."

"I don't care. He's mine."

Teyla's mouth twitches up in a hint of a smile, and she nods. "I'll put you on the list for his mentor and tell the trainers. The decision will go out next month, but we'll keep the mentors from him until just before the Reaping. I'm not confident in his emotional state if he knows he's getting you."

Lyme nods. She signs the paperwork without recalling much of what she's doing, and when she leaves she has to fight the urge to run back inside, grab Claudius and pull him out, take him back to the Village with her, Games be damned. She doesn't; instead she scrawls her signature across the bottom of the page that signs his death warrant.

His eyes stick with her, burning in the back of her mind, long after she leaves the Centre and the gates of the Victors' Village close behind her.

[quietlyblooms]

bad moon rising | modern fantasy ii

chiyoko hisakawa died one fall evening, found too late by her cousin naoki in a pool of her own blood. perhaps it was just her luck -- wrong place and wrong time -- or perhaps her death was more than that. it would be hard to say because the one responsible would never be found, having left little evidence behind other than the wounds that chiyo would succumb to. there would never be an investigation, either, because while chiyoko hisakawa died one fall evening, she did not remain dead.

harnessing magic forbidden long ago, naoki brought his cousin back. but she came back different, changed. she was no longer mortal but a vampire, and the transition was not kind to her. she awoke alone in the apartment above her family's shop, left with a note explaining everything and quarts of blood. it'll be hard at first, but you need to eat, naoki wrote. if you keep yourself fed, you'll have nothing to worry about.

yet there is still plenty to worry about. she cannot exist among humans without the fear that she'll hurt them, still growing accustomed to her new senses, diet, and instincts. she cannot see her family for the same reason, and she's had to push back her manga's return date to give herself more time to adjust. there is also the matter of her visions.

for now, naoki has taken over hisakawa and family's night shift, and it is only a matter of time before word gets out that chiyo is not simply sick.

additional notes

i've decided that this verse is a continuation of her witch verse, meaning it is canon and not just an indulgent au anymore. i just think that'll be more interesting overall and present opportunities for fun plots!

that being said, chiyo still has her magic and her familiar jun, which are a few of the only comforts she has currently. she has also become aware of her visions manifesting in her art; after her revival, she happened to look at a few of her paintings and realized she painted notable objects/scenes relating to her own death. she isn't coping well with this tbh

chiyo's senses are still sensitive, although she can be around a human without wanting to tear into them. she just doesn't trust herself in the event that they cut themselves and thus avoids them.

though chiyo still technically lives in the apartment above her family's shop, she will often stay with cyrillo de bortolli, an influential and old vampire who is a prominent figure in the supernatural community. he owns apartments which mainly house other supernatural beings, though he has opened his own home to chiyo for the time being so that he might help her adjust. if you're curious about him, you can go here, though ofc i'm using his modern verse rather than his main! i may use this as an opportunity to test him out again on this blog uvu

the way chiyo was turned into a vampire isn't a method that is widely used or known anymore bc it's considered " black magic. " it's really just forbidden necromancy, but most will likely assume another vampire turned her. do with that what you will!

if you see an opportunity for a plot, please go for it -- that's part of why i've left the reason for chiyo's death very vague. i could come up with my own plot, but i think it'll be fun if that's something we come up with together!

[mackmp3]

What are your ocs hobbies and interests

ooh ooh okay so

mihangel is a photographer and essayist, currently working as a newspaper journalist but hoping to be able to do things more artistic and abstract than that (he's in the late 1980s btw) - she mostly likes taking portraits and pictures of people out at night, and also run down old buildings. he's also the type to keep a very elaborate notebook full of lists of things to do and picture ideas and books he wants to read, and ideas from things that he could turn into an essay or something, fragments of essays, good lines that come to mind. she's also a new waver and does like going to weird little gigs, cos he likes the music and also cos there are interesting people there to watch. she's very much a lurker lol.

strangeways is. quite odd. she plays violin but in an experimental artsy way, and will have a go at any instrument given half a chance (she doesnt really sing but has a beautiful low voice. but hardly anyone knows that cos she's too shy). she also has a really strong interest in folklore and folk music, like the kind where she'll drive past a town in the middle of nowhere and be like 'oh yeah the hair-stealing bog witch of 1664 lived there' and then be able to tell the whole story complete with morbid details while everyone else is just like huh?????? she tries not to be pretentious about it but she is a wee bit sometimes lol - she also likes linguistics & can speak welsh and scots also, with passing knowledge of a few english dialects which is where she starts getting Really pretentious with it. but she's still too awkward to hold a conversation in normal english with a lot of people lol

they both have an interest in films, especially slight odd ones (strangeways has done some film music composing, mihangel just really likes movies), and knowledge of The Supernatural and Extraterrestrial b/c of their backstories which i'm. not finished coming up with yet hehe

[founderscouncil]

plots pls for regina( with hope, klaus, anyone?); mia/finch; coda/lottie

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! 

regina and klaus - they probably have a lot to talk about as people willing to play the villain in other people's stories, but are often not given much credit for having become such a villain due to the actions of their parents. regina with cora and klaus with mikael has a number of parallels, most strikingly the constant degradation and derision that they're weak, powerless, etc. they've both been hardened by life and both have done awful and unforgivable things, but they also probably could connect on their attempts to do good and be better, only to have their pasts thrown into their face

regina and hope - okay we could go one of two ways with this: a standard canon-esque relationship where regina sees hope very similar to henry (and emma). she's a child that serves as the lynchpin to the story, and she's remarkable in every way. in many ways, hope has exactly what regina wants, which is to maintain immortality without having to give up her magic. however, especially in a post-henry world (which is almost always how i'll play regina), she's not going to be as willing to harm a random child, even for her own gains. if anything, i can see her offering herself up as a resource for hope, to teach her some of the lost magic that she knows or expertise in dark objects (or teach her how to do the heart spell idk); ALTERNATIVELY we could do pre-evil queen regina who still believes in love and idk maybe instead of getting promised to some creepy old king, she gets promised to the tribrid and they have to deal with arranged marriage bs

regina and bellatrix - LISTEN I JUST NEED THE HOT EVIL MAGIC MILFS PLEASE

mia and finch #1 - pre-finch's appearance in canon, mia, loren and flori go to the grill and get seated in finch's section. loren and flori make fun of how red mia gets when finch flirts with her

mia and finch #2 - as an alternative to josie finding finch when she transfers to mfhs, i find it pretty hard to believe that there's an untrained werewolf under the noses of the school for longer than a few months and it seems like finch has been doing things for at least a year (since she was around when maya was in town), maybe a verse where mia finds finch, maybe fairly soon after she's brought to the school? finch is living the life that mia was just rescued from, on her own, while also trying to go to high school. it'd be a far less traumatic way for her to be introduced to the world of the supernatural

mia and finch #3 - this time in your lore, where after tiva is murdered and mia leaves len, they run into each other. i'd probably keep tvdu lore for finch but she'd still be in the part of her journey where she's not sure what the hell is going on and she thinks she's the only one out there. and it's just two feral teenagers trying to figure out the world, even if they're not exactly alike, but close enough for it to be meaningful

coda and lottie #1 - i vaguely remember you saying vampire lottie like once and now i need it. unlike most wolves, coda tends to be more suspicious of witches bc of what she went through with the hollow, so lottie being a vampire wouldn't outright deter her. also she's a golden retriever, so lottie could smile at her once and she'll be smitten (me too coda)

coda and lottie #2 - yj au where coda and lottie met in group therapy when they were kids (coda after her parents died, lottie bc her dad is a dick). she's not part of the soccer team and doesn't go to wiskayok high at all, but they bond over trauma and stuff and idk maybe they reconnect post-rescue

coda and lottie #3 - rich girl x kid from the wrong side of town and no one knows why they get along but they do. coda is all instinct and action while lottie is more cerebral and mindful, but it balances them out. is this supernatural or human or a different third thing? idk i'm just vibing

[goldenlilium-ocs]

Hi, this is @auradon-bore-a-don , sorry this is cutting it close, you're on my OC Creator Bingo card!

1. Why did Cam get detention for the first time?

2. How did Ginny get involved with the supernatural?

3. What's your favorite thing about Ramona?

4. How close is Stella to Will?

5. Does Juliette have any powers?

Hi! It's no worry at all, I'm happy to discuss my oc's anytime1

Vandalism of school property. Not that big of a deal but considering this was the angel of Hawkins, it came as a big shock to the staff. They kept trying to come up with excuses for her behaviour, calling it a 'phase'.

We know Eddie loves fantasy and it's hinted that he read Lord of the Rings and that so people assume english is his best class. Same goes for Virginia. I like to imagine that maybe Wayne took them to the library a lot to get them away from their home situation and it was there that Ginny came across books on witches and the occults.

When I imagined a love interest for Steve, I felt he needed someone who wore their heart on their sleeve like he does and is a bit of a hopeless romantic. Enter Ramona. What I love about her is that even while she's looking for her one true love she's still stubbornly independent. She isn't going to put Steve up on a pedestal and she certainly wouldn't accept that season one ego of his, but she'll let him play the knight in shining armour role he's grown accustomed to.

I haven't actually used Stella yet so this is all theory but my original oc paired with Jonathan was fairly close to Will. I don't see them having many interactions because they both like to keep to themselves but I think Stella would treat him as a brother of her own.

I'm going to assume this is for Juliette Rogers. So the serum has always been in her blood but seven years of experimentation never activated anything. You could say her biggest power during that time was her brain. Natasha personally trained her in hand-to-hand combat so she'd at least be able to defend herself. She was never really trained to be a soldier. After Civil War, that's when Juliette takes on more training to be able to fight on the front lines. In my story Plans and Persistence, which takes place around FFH, Juliette is taken by HYDRA and they find a way to activate the serum and brainwash her like they did with Bucky. So by NWH she does have the super soldier abilities

[ladylilithprime]

Do You Believe In Miracles

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Cameo by OG Meg Masters

Summary: James Constantine Novak is very tired of being stuck in the hospital with healing chest wounds. Still, it beats being dead, and there are certain people who make his situation a little more bearable.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 17: Blessed

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IF I DON'T get to at least feel the sunlight directly on my face and soon, I swear I'm going to lose it," James Constantine Novak growled. The effect was somewhat less intimidating than he might have hoped, stuck as he was lying in the hospital bed that had to be adjusted just to even let him sit up at all. What spoiled it even more was the very visible swath of bandaging around his torso that covered the mess of sutures where the hospital surgeons had practically needed to knit him back together after he was brought in with a shotgun blast to the chest. Jimmy had already heard some of the nursing staff whispering about miracle survival and divine intervention, and he'd found himself exchanging dry looks with the nurses he guessed had been at the hospital for longer and knew better.

The reason for his "miraculous" survival and the one to whom Jimmy was now complaining looked about as unimpressed with his attempts at temper as they probably deserved, calmly measuring out the dosages to the potions that, besides keeping Jimmy bedbound, kept him from being in constant agony while accelerating his healing rate.

"Doctor Reed is very pleased with your rate of healing," Sam Winchester told him blandly, by which he likely meant that Doctor Reed was quietly looking the other way over Jimmy healing up much faster than normal in the interest of getting someone with no health insurance or stable income out of there faster without being criminally liable if he died. "If it keeps on at the current projection, she said you could probably be released to home care by next week."

That was definitely good news, Jimmy had to admit. He had been in the hospital for two weeks already, and he knew injuries like his usually took months to heal. That didn't stop him from being impatient to just leave already, which was why the potions Sam was handing over to him still contained a mild paralytic to keep him from sneaking out of his bed. Even though he was no longer waking up disoriented enough to try and get up to go find Sam or his brother if he didn't immediately see them upon waking like he had the first three days before the hospital staff was convinced to stop giving him morphine.

And speaking of his brother....

"Is someone trying to convince you to jailbreak him again?" John Castiel Novak asked from where he was poking his head around the edge of the door frame.

"Would I do something like that?" Jimmy asked, pouting when both Sam and Cas chorused "Yes!"

"As I was just telling our impatient jailbird," Sam said as he shot Jimmy a gently teasing smile, "Doctor Reed is pleased enough with his rate of healing that if it keeps up she'll release him to home care by next week, and," he added as he held up the cup with Jimmy's potions dose, "if Jimmy is a good boy and promises to take his medicine, Nurse Masters has agreed to pretend we totally have permission to borrow a wheelchair and take him out onto the veranda for lunch."

"I will be the bestest boy ever," Jimmy said seriously, inwardly whooping. His grin nearly threatened to overtake his face as Cas came into the room with his lunch tray, followed by Nurse Masters pushing a wheelchair. As Sam set the potions on the tray and then set to work carefully lifting Jimmy out of the hospital bed and settling him, blanket and all, into the wheelchair without so much as a jostle, Jimmy knew the newbie nurses weren't all that far off in assuming he was blessed, because he absolutely was.

And no matter how much he ended up complaining, he wasn't ever going to take his blessings for granted.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Annabel Lee Van Helsing - Witch at Halloween Town High - FC: Jenna Ortega

Connections & Background

Pets -Persephone the Frankenweenie poodle - resurrected

Victor Frankenstein - The daughter of a girl he knew back in school when he first lost Zero, Elsa Van Helsing. It was during the era of calling him Sparky after using the lightning to bring him back. It always sort of bothered Victor Zero was the nickname that stuck since Jack Skellington gave it to him and there's bad blood there. But, what matters in this story is Annabel's mother was around when he lost Sparky. Things never did work out long term between him and that lady. It wasn't meant to be. It was a long story involving things that did not go according to plan. That said it was still Victor's honor to bring Persephone back when time came. The mother was the only person who understood his pain when he first lost Zero. He didn't want her daughter to feel it either. Thus Persephone the poodle was resurrected.

Zero - Obviously, he loves the dog. The girl comes with the territory.

Elsa Van Helsing - Her mother, who knew Dr. Frankenstein. Father deceased. Hence why she couldn't handle one more death for her daughter and reached out to Victor about the poodle. (FC: Eva Green)

HISTORY OF THE NAME VAN HELSING - and why Thomas Laveau is a minor connection: Van Helsing is a well known name for a monster hunter. This is also a well known name of a hunter who became a monster. The Mr. Van Helsing has similarities to Thomas and back in the day would have walked in the same circles Thomas did in his hunter days. But, just like Thomas he learned not all supernaturals were monsters. Elsa Van Helsing was who adapted this road for him. Thomas and Elsa may not know each other personally, but he'd know the name. He'd know the man. He should be able to understand instantly who she is if he hears her last name or the child's. She still goes by Mrs. Van Helsing or even Widow Van Helsing to this day.

So, what's Annabel's story other than being the daughter of a girl cool enough to like someone as strange and unusual as Victor back in the day? She doesn't really have one yet. But, this does make her accustomed to the bizzare. She's not put off by darker things. She's trying to grow up and in high school now. Her mother moved her to Halloween Town after her powers got out of her control and decided a magic school would be best after all.

Her family moved from Nola when the politics got scary. It's how they're alive and kicking today nor trapped in Feral. They miss Nola since most her childhood was there. Her mother Elsa still recalls it fondly. Forced to abandon ship Elsa Van Helsing started life anew in a little town a ways away called New Holland. It was a small farm town, boring in it's way. But, Annabel was the sort of personality that could entertain herself. What was most important was they were safe from the coven wars in Nola.

Power Specialty

Mummification - Can dry out and preserve bodies with her mind. It has no practical outlet so far in her life other than trying to control it enough to make beef jerky instantly. So, she'll usually have some in her pockets and try to share. Other than that she blow Chip's mind in the taxidermy world. All that work and she'll just think it to make it happen. Although, it can be a little scary as someone wouldn't have to be dead first to start the process. She has done it out of anger as most kids do with their magic learning to control. Vertigo Inducement - She can cause a person to feel flush, disorientation, vertigo, confusion, or even unconsciousness if she goes far enough. It's derivative of the other power by controlling it to a much lesser degree.

Hobbies

She'll seem like one of those crochet girls, but it's a little different. Collecting her poodle's hair after it's been groomed and using it to make fabric on a loom. She'll make anything from poodle wool socks to beanies and blankets.

Enjoys watching ferret legging. It might be her favorite sport.

Paints with unusual mediums like pigments made from her own blood on treated hides.

[iccarian]

HOPE MIKAELSON'S VERSES:

for the most part, i adhere to the canon of the originals storyline throughout seasons 1-5. hope's circumstances in being born, her encounters with the hollow, greta sienna's group, the drama and conflict with her family, etc. however, the longer legacies went on, the more i really disliked how they continued her storyline and the overarching lore of the universe. so! let's get into it. ( NOTE: i am always, always open to au's that involve hope's parents being alive and the like. i am not strict in terms of canon. )

salvatore school: hope still attended the boarding school after the hollow was destroyed for good, fulfilling her promise to her father . . . and, initially, distancing herself from the home and family she was struggling to stomach looking at with the guilt lodged in her throat. she did have trouble with her temper, her powers, and overall acceptance of herself with the judgement of some of her peers -- but it was her friends ( the saltzman twins, eventually, raf, etc ) and her remaining family that helped her through it. she was never close to alaric aside from a stiff mentor-mentee relationship due to his distrust of her family ties, and control of her abilities. i refuse to believe that her aunts & uncles would have just left her hanging after everything, even if she tried to push them away. there was no malivore or monsters. i don't mind acknowledging that other supernatural creatures exist within the same universe, especially from other cultures & lore, but the whole malivore & triad thing never really stuck with me. most of the dangers hope dealt with had to do with remaining enemies of her family, people desperate for her power, so on and so forth. ( such as the crazy ex stuck in a sleeping spell in the basement of the abattoir, hey! )

post series: i have two possible routes with this, where hope could go after graduation. one being an entirely domestic, normalish sort of verse where she gets to explore the peace she deserves; she resides mostly in new orleans, witching with freya, attending college for art, and sometimes traveling to see places in the world her father had always talked about. another...involves her activating her vampirism.

fully activated tribrid: in one way or another, hope is always fated to awaken the darkest side of herself, whether it's a self sacrificing choice or an accident, a run in the woods where werewolf hunters reside with poison-tipped arrows, a hand in hers as her heart stops so that she'll have the strength to face another threat. this brings her a heavier guilt and self-disgust than ever before, the initial struggle with her hunger, the similarity she sees in her own eyes to those of her father's. ( she loved him, she loved him, she loves him, but she never wanted to be him. ) eternally 19, eternally cursed. a possibility exists wherein she flips her humanity switch by accident ( she's so used to locking her grief away, she never had the opportunity to turn it off completely before ), and raises terror until her loved ones inevitably pull her back. a possible route from this verse extends to her forging a true alliance between the factions in new orleans, inviting vampires back in the right way and ensuring no one oversteps their bounds. after all, her mother used to say she might be the only one who could do it: the only one to understand all three of them. and she is her father's heir, though never had a personal interest in reigning. just...overseeing.

au verses: tba!

[dhampiravidi]

versailles (TV) OC - Janice

template from here!

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Jana Catalina Loren [ZAH-NUH KAT-A-LEE-NUH LOR-EN] (Catalan); Jeana Catherine de Lionne [ZAY-AH-NA KA-TREEN DAY YONH] (French) Nickname(s): Jaynie, Jayn Date of Birth: August 10, 1642 Sex & Gender: Cis Female Race/Ethnicity: French, Spanish & African Sexuality: (secretly) Bisexual

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (FC: Tessa Thompson)

Jayn is a young multiracial woman who stands at 5’4" (1.63 m). In many ways, she physically takes after her mother, having light brown skin, dark brown eyes, petite yet calloused fingers, and a somewhat toned form with thick hips. She also inherited her father’s straight hair, which she curls to resemble her mother’s once she goes to France. She has a few pale cuts on her fingers and one scar on her leg; the former are from minor accidents in her maternal family’s apothecary, and the latter is from when Jayn tripped while running as a kid. Jayn’s ears are pierced.

PERSONALITY

Raised by her strong-willed mother and her mother’s parents, Jayn is an ambitious, confident girl who finds many of Versailles's upper-class customs to be strange and/or ridiculous. She isn’t afraid to speak up, on behalf of herself or others, though she will (very reluctantly) stay quiet if doing so manipulates events in her favor. She’s incredibly loyal, with a natural need to help others. Unfortunately for some people, she holds grudges, and if she disagrees with someone on something, she’ll typically stand firm rather than compromise. Jayn is rather sentimental–after her mother’s death, she wears her cross necklace (despite feeling distant from the heavens in general) and tries to grow the things her mother would’ve used at the apothecary shop. She likes the idea of love and romance, but she doesn't think she'll find it.

HISTORY

Jayn was raised by a happy middle-class family in Spain, one consisting of her mom, plus her maternal grandparents. Despite literacy being mostly a characteristic of the upper class, they made sure she could read and write, wanting her to have the best life possible. Besides, literacy helped when it came to chores at the family apothecary: organizing, shelving, reading recipes and addresses. Anyway, the Lorens were better off than most, probably because Jayn’s grandma made the best couture in their region, and their family descended from African royalty. Jayn enjoyed reading about philosophy, swimming in the country, and boxing, which some male friends taught her. When her mother died of pneumonia, the Lorens were heartbroken–and Jayn went from sad to angry when they told her that her mother wished for her to live at Versailles, as one of Queen Maria Theresa/Marie-Thérèse's ladies-in-waiting (a position that her estranged French father, Hughes de Lionne, had secured for Jayn through his status as French secretary of state).

(AU) in short, the Lorens were what some might call witches, in that they knew how to use incantations and potions to magically affect the world around them. Members of the supernatural community frequented their apothecary, in addition to humans who knew nothing about magic at all. Jayn was never told what she was because her mother had always planned for her to go live a more privileged life with her father…but she still inherited the ability to detect supernatural creatures, as well as an immunity to hypnotism, possession, and other psionic attacks.

SKILLS

Languages: Jayn is fluent in Spanish, her native language. She is conversational in French, and she knows bits of Classical Greek and Latin from things she’s read.

Dancing: she doesn’t mind being silly and dancing to music that’s playing, but she knows next to nothing about the upper-class European dance styles.

Healing: because of her experience in an apothecary, she knows the recipe of a few tonics by heart, and she can identify a fair amount of herbs by their look alone.

Athletics: Jayn is pretty physically fit for a girl her age, as she is a naturally fast swimmer. Practice has taught her how to throw a punch strong enough to bruise.

[magicaemaxima]

wishlist 3 the squeakuel

dionysia saying fuck it and revealing herself to the world as an all powerful witch, similar to how tony stark did it but obviously way more powerful than iron man. so much chaos could come of this y'all. like people could try going to her for their problems, people could be angry that she exists and/or afraid of her, there's unlimited options really like there could be so many different types of reactions from this worldwide reveal. this also could be in a superheros/marvel/dc type of universe where people are sort of used to super beings being around and this could potentially be what inspires dionysia to do it, or she's truly just like fuck this I'm tired of hiding, here's my magic, take a look fuckers

dionysia successfully pushing someone away as she worries about them noticing in the future that she hasn't aged; twenty or so years down the line, your muse has aged, dionysia hasn't, and they run into each other, confusion happens

dionysia somehow having a child and she's very confused by this but she rolls with it but uh oh the person who got her pregnant be it m/nb/anyone who has that capability is like "so I want to help you raise the baby" but dionysia wants to do it on her own, mainly because the other person does NOT know dionysia's a witch and the baby almost definitely will have magic, and definitely will be told that their mother is a witch, so dionysia has to either push the person away very hard or sit down and have the. so I'm a witch and your baby's probably gonna be a witch too talk

arranged marriages. I'm truly a sucker for this. also if you don't mind bending historic knowledge or figuring out something for logic, I'm also up for queer arranged marriages as well as straight ones, like yeah I know it doesn't make sense, but I'm a lesbian who likes arranged marriage dynamics and my muse is a 500+ year old witch from a disney movie ok, we don't have to always play by the rules of logic

another dynamic I'm a sucker for: someone seeing a younger, not current dionysia, but like, maybe 1500s through 1800s dionysia doing some absolutely shady evil shit but also still being like. ok but I'm still in love with her though. what do I do. she's evil but she's hot and she's good to me aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (for context, current day dionysia has since mostly moved past her more shady malicious activities, though she can still be persuaded to engage in them if other supernatural beings are, so this can even potentially happen in present day, dionysia just would have more morals and a conscience behind her actions that she's gained over the last 200 or so years; there are levels like late 1400s to late 1600s: super malicious, evil, hates pretty much all humans for their crimes against witches and women in general in accusing them of being witches / 1700s through 1800s: okay she's actually developing a heart and morals as she's seeing more of humanity being not ENTIRELY terrible and is still doing shit but is like. kinda guilty about it now. / 1900s through like probably mid 1900s like 1940/1950s: she's actively trying to learn morals though is often still failing at making the right decisions and ends up doing some really bad shit still but is guilty, is apologetic, and is trying to do better, is trying to learn what the right thing to do in situations is (for example, not psychologically torturing a human with her magic because they insulted her) and then 1960s through current year: dionysia now, who is trying to be a decent person, trying to make up for the cruelty of her past, she'll protect innocents, she won't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it, but don't get me wrong, if somebody does deserve it, somebody fucks with her or fucks with someone else she will still fuck them up tenfold.)

wishlist;

your muse working in one of dionysia's many companies or working in her main hq office

if your muse has kids, dionysia dating your muse and the kids not trusting this bitch, and trying to get rid of her through a series of pranks. dionysia trying her hardest to resist using magic on the kids lol

dionysia and your muse being enemies somehow, whether your muse is a human and dionysia uses magic to torment them every now and then or your muse is a supernatural being that's either close to or is equal to her power, so they're constantly butting heads but also can't really hurt each other

your human muse finding something that shows that dionysia's been alive for a very long time, and them wanting to figure out the mystery of how, why, what the fuck

got a witch muse? dionysia's dream is to fulfill a promise she once made, both to her sisters and her adoptive daughters the sanderson sisters, to one day mentor witches, build a new witch coven and take over salem with them, witches finally ruling salem and being free to live as themselves in their own land. (granted this won't initially be presented to your muse as the end goal. but that is the end goal lol)

more tba later

[sistersweird]

@ofthcrnedrcses from here

              going to COLLEGE was completely her father’s idea, and although it was risky for someone like her, he had assured her that there would be no problem as long as she remembered not to let anyone know that she was a HYBRID— half-witch and half-wolf with a thirst for blood. not to mention, also the daughter of one of the most dangerous mafia leaders. on the first day of school, scarlett found herself in her dorm room, her belongings in boxes that she had teleported inside with a simple spell. upon hearing someone enter, however, she turned over, taking out one of her earphones and flashing her trademark SMIRK at her. “ HEY THERE. ” she said, accent still thick. “ HOPE YOU DON’T MIND I’VE ALREADY STARTED TO UNPACK. I’M GUESSING YOU’RE MY NEW ROOMMATE ? ” 

“Hey there, and yeah, that’s me. Dorcas Night,” the redhead said, smiling as she wheeled her rather large trunk into the room, reaching her hand out to offer to the other woman.

The young witch resisted a frown as she looked at Scarlett. She tended to pick up most people’s surface thoughts without meaning to, her gift for it ambient. But there was something about the other’s mind that was strange. She didn’t press, she was here to have a human college experience.

Even if her room was someone from the mystical side of things. Dorcas was trying to behave. She’d have her whole, very long, life with her sisters to enjoy. “-And no, no don’t mind at all. I’m glad you didn’t wait for me or anything. I’m not picky, and I’d have felt terrible if you waited. Have you been here long?”

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Alpha!Klaus M. x Preg- Omega HC’s

~When he found out you were pregnant he lost his God damn mind

•You momentarily had to wonder if vampires could go into shock as he froze in a way you had never seen Klaus freeze, still as a statue for about 30 seconds until you tried to walk away.  You had been planning to go call Elijah for help but Klaus thought you were leaving and as you got to the door his arms wound around your waist stopping you in your tracks

•"Where do you think you're going Little Wolf?"

"I think I was going to call Elijah to make sure you were okay, glad you've rejoined the land of the living...please tell me you want it because I'm not getting rid of her."

"Are you joking?!"  He seemed truly upset and you thought he was going to begin listing all of the reasons you were making a horrible choice.

"Please don't-"

"Of course you're not getting rid of our child!  I mean of course it's 100% your choice but I would be devastated if you didn't want this.  Don't worry love, everything is going to be okay, I'm going to take care of everything!  We need to get you checked out by a doctor, preferably a supernatural one, I think Elijah can help with that.  We're going to need to move you out of this apartment and into the mansion with me, finally!"  He crouched down to face your stomach, lifting your shirt and kissing just above your belly button.  "Thank you my little Princess for finally making your Mommy move in with Daddy, she's been fighting me on that for far too long-"

"Because your family is a lot!"

"Don't speak of my Littlest Wolfs aunts and Uncles like that!  Even if you are right."  He stood back up, wrapping his arms back around you and rubbing your butt just how he knew you liked.  "We need to set up the room next to ours as a nursery, get it painted a nice color, I can do some skylines, maybe some fun animals for her, I'm sure she'll love it.  We'll get a great crib, a rocking chair so she can sleep in my arms and never use said crib, I'll send Rebekah for clothes, you won't have to worry about anything, I promise my love!  She's going to love everything we-wait...how do you know it's a she?"  You broke down laughing at that point, unable to stop at the innocent look on the face of your hybrid Alpha before responding.

"I just feel it."  He placed his hand over yours on your stomach and kissed your head. 

"Im sure you're right."

•You we're completely moved in with ALL of your stuff from your apartment in under an hour, putting everything in the already empty drawers and seeing how long Klaus had been waiting for you to move in with him.

~His siblings were very supportive, they had loved you since the moment Klaus introduced you to them, all loving how you calmed their brother in a way they had never seen before

•Elijah was sure from the moment he saw you that you were the redemption he had always believed existed for his younger brother and the moment you told him you were pregnant his heart soared.  Elijah loved his family more than anything else in the world and the idea of adding a new member to it was everything he could have hoped for since the day they found Freya.  He helped Niklaus with the nursery as much as his hybrid brother would allow before turning to you and being sure to check on you at least 45 times a day, sometimes 46.

•Freya was thrilled.  She was psyched at the idea of training a new Mikaelson witch, even if she had quite a few years to go before that, excited to see how happy her little brother was as he waited on you hand and foot, even when you needed nothing.  She put a silencing spell on your room for you so you could get some peace and quiet as well as a lock charm on the door that not even Klaus could break, much to his displeasure.  You didn't use it much but as the mood swings got worse you knew it would come in handy.

•Kol tried to seem indifferent and everyone thought he was, everyone but you.  You noticed how he watched you the next morning as you walked through the kitchen, Klaus was still in bed otherwise he would be the one watching you like a hawk so Kol took it upon himself, discreetly.  You hadn't had any morning sickness today and were actually hungry so you began making French toast for yourself, getting everything out and just as you cracked the shell, getting a smell of the raw eggs, your stomach turned and you gagged, turning to find a trash bucket right in front of you in your brother in laws hands.  You doubled over it, taking it from him and he took hold of your hair, pulling it up into a messy bun.

•"Why don't I make the French toast for you Y/n, okay?  You go sit at the counter."

"Oh...thank you Kol, that's very helpful."  You washed your mouth out in the sink before drying your face and taking hold of the coffee pot when it was snatched out of your grasp.

"No you don't!  No coffee for the pregnant lady, I think Nik picked you up some juice at the store yesterday. Sit, I'll get it."  You were stunned but couldn't help your smile, nodding and hopping into the seat at the island counter.  At that moment you felt familiar hands around you and a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning Little Wolf, how are you feeling?"  Apple juice was then set down in front of you by the youngest Mikaelson brother and you took a big gulp, seeing a shocked look on Klaus' face.

"I'm okay, Kol is making me French toast cause the smell of the eggs made me sick, isn't that sweet?"  Klaus snorted and Kol grumbled as he began frying the egg covered bread but you knew he was happy to do it either way.

•Rebekah was the only one who treated you no different, knowing you would prefer it like that.  The only difference she had was the shopping addiction, which in retrospect wasn’t really a difference, the only difference was the clothes weren’t for her. You had an outfit for EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of your baby's first year of life by the end of the week.

•"It's all necessary Y/n."

"Rebekah, she'll grow out of them before she can even wear everything!"

"Well then you're just going to have to have more than one!"  With that thought in mind Klaus was even happier, taken by the idea of breeding you full of another baby the second you gave birth to this one.  DAMMIT REBEKAH!

~If you thought Klaus was protective before, think again. He was down right POSSESSIVE now

•He took you to Starbucks later that week to get you a shaken tea with lemonade, your favorite drink that wasn't coffee as, like Kol, he refused to let you drink that anymore and he had sat you at a table while he went to grab your drinks.  A second later you saw a man before you, a coffee cup in his grasp and a bright smile on his face as he looked at you, commenting quickly on how gorgeous you looked today.

•"Isn't she just?  Pregnancy suits my lovely girl so much, just like your neck at a 90 degree angle is going to suit you if you don't get the fuck away from her right now."  The calm way he said it was the startling thing and the man was gone faster than you thought a human could be.

•He got irritated every time one of his siblings helped you with anything. He was distracted by the nursery he was painting so Elijah and Kol had been waiting on you practically hand and foot, and though it was driving you insane it was pissing Niklaus off.

•“She’s having my baby! Not yours! Stop doing my job!” You overheard him screaming at his brothers one morning, thinking you were still in bed and realizing Elijah had made you breakfast.

“Nik, they just want to help.” Rebekah defended, even though she found the whole thing comical.

“She’s my Omega, I’m supposed to take care of her-“

“And YOUR Omega is carrying OUR niece, we want to help. We’re not saying you can’t do it Niklaus, but you’ve been busy making sure your daughters nursery is perfect, let us assist while you do that.”

“Yeah, you can still take care of everything your Omega needs in the bedroom, we won’t take that from you.” Kol teased and you instantly knew that was your moment to come in, before someone gets injured.

“Good morning!” You shouted and everyone turned to greet you except your Alpha who was already facing his brother and just before he moved you shoved your way into his arms. “It was a joke Alpha, just a joke. Breathe.”

~Your Alpha was sure to warn every single potential enemy away from you, The Salvatore’s, Tyler Lockwood, the Bennett witch, Everyone!

•You had escaped one morning before anyone woke up, just wanting to go out alone and as you got to the grille and ordered your breakfast omelet full or cheese and bacon that you were craving you were joined in your booth by Damon Salvatore.

•“Omega.” He greeted, as if it was some kind of nickname.

“Call me that again and I will have my Alpha tear out your tongue and shove it up your asshole.” He rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less.

“Apologies. Look, I’m here to ask that you keep him on a shorter leash.” You looked up at him strangely as your plate was placed on the table along with your soda. “He’s threatening everyone left and right for doing absolutely nothing. Say what you will about how much we hate the Mikaelson’s but we would never hurt an Omega, let alone a pregnant one just to hurt them.” You knew Niklaus had spoken to them but you didn’t know it was to this extent.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him. However if I find out this is a lie I will kill you myself, I won’t need his help.” Damon nodded his head, jumping up and darting off quickly as you saw Nik run in with Elijah behind him, sighing in relief when he saw you.

“You can’t do that love, I thought you were hurt! What…was Damon here? I’ll kill-“

“Nikky. Stop. He told me how much you’re going out of your way to threaten them and I really don’t think they have an interest in me. Leave them alone. If you find out they’re up to something that’s different but stop trying to make people hate us more, it’s going to put our daughters life in danger even more.” He looked to be taking what you were saying to heart and you took his hand in yours. “Order something and have breakfast with me…and order me more hash browns.” He couldn’t hide his smile as you said this, going back to your food as Elijah flagged down the waitress, joining you as well.

~The day Klaus met his daughter he fell completely in love and you knew you would be having more children if not just to see that look on his face again.

•You had decided to call her Hope and everyone fell in love with the name.

•Your Alpha didn’t even want her to sleep in her crib and she didn’t. He laid her on your bed nestled safely in the pillows so he could tend to her instantly when she cried. When you finally put your foot down about her sleeping in her crib, you found him, quite often, not in your bed and sleeping on the floor in her room.

•He adored her, as did everyone and there was never a moment Hope wasn’t in someone’s arms.

•You had to throw a fit one day before everyone seemed to realize you wanted to hold your own baby, the scared looks on these Original vampires faces would have been funny if you hadn’t been so pissed. The apology you got later was one reserved for you, a genuine apology from your Alpha would be worth its weight in gold to anyone else but you demanded it and he knew it. It was the first night he slept in your bed all night, letting you tend to Hope when you heard her cry on the baby monitor.

•Your Alpha was happy. Truly happy, never believing having a daughter would be possible.

•“She’s gonna be a Daddy’s girl. Practically already is.” You told him, standing beside him as he stood in her doorway, watching her sleep.

“She’s going to adore you Little Wolf.” I nodded.

“I know, I’m her mom, she’d better but…I just figure we’re gonna need to try again if I want to have a little Momma’s boy, I’ve always wanted a son.” I admitted and he looked down at me, barely disguising the hopeful look on his face.

“Do you mean it? Really, you want-“

“I think we should get started right away.” I had barely finished the sentence when I was scooped off of my feet and hauled to our bedroom, right passed Elijah.

“We’ll start cleaning out another bedroom tomorrow, shall we?” He asked and as he slammed the door he shouted back.

“The room next to Hope’s will be perfect.”

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[asvterias]

𝖬𝖺𝗆𝖺 ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

wife!hayley marshall x black!wife!reader, step-daughter!hope mikaelson x step-mom!reader

872 words

you were a bennett witch, bonnie's twin sister to be exact. she was two minutes older than you and she was always claiming the need to protect you ever since grams died. she was now traveling the world with her husband, enzo and you couldn't be more happy for the couple.

you moved to new orleans to help your friend, rebekah who desperately needed your help, saying that 'we need a badass bennett witch and you were the first one i thought of.' that's when you met hayley marshall, the pregnant werewolf. sure, you had your ups and downs but what couple doesn't. being friends with a mikaelson wasn't really easy neither, especially with a tribid baby.

9 months later, the miracle baby was born with name of hope andrea mikaelson and the infant had already gained more enemies than you can count. so you stayed in a house which rebekah compelled for you and hope's parents told you to keep her safe and you did. after all of the madness died down, you were reunited with your girlfriend hayley.

5 years later, hayley popped the question and you obviously said yes. the mikaelsons were there for your wedding, your sister, friends and your nieces. it was a fantastic day which was filled with love, laughter, food. so here, you were now locking hands with your wife, hayley marshall in front of the salvatore boarding school. you came to visit hope and your nieces, it was in the middle of october so you came at a random time that the girls wouldn't except it.

you had some good news, caroline had found a cure for the merge. so she'll back soon to stay for good, hopefully to become the headmaster for this school. walking your way in the school of the supernatural, you were greeted with a dozen of students talking to their friends, from ages 6-18. the hybrid and bennett witch walked in the office but no one was there so you both turned around to leave until you bumped into someone.

“watch where you're, b–“ lizzie cuts herself off when she sees you on the office. she shouted your name before running over to you and hugging you with a huge smile on her face. hugging the blonde gemini witch tightly as you kissed the top of her head.

“i missed you, aunt [name].” she mumbles into the hug, grasping onto you tightly like she didn't want you to let go. you didn't feel hayley's presence anymore knowing that she went to look for hope.

“i missed you too, liz.” you admitted to the blonde saltzman. you pull away from the hug, looking around the office. “where's josie?” and as if on cue, you heard footsteps from the outside of the office no doubt that it could be josie.

“lizzie, mom says that she's coming ba–“ josie says walking into the office not noticing you. “aunty [name]! you're finally here.” her eyes averted to you before running into your arms for a koala hug.

you kissed the older saltzman's twin head. “i missed you too jojo.” josie blushes at the nickname, it always made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. you were josette's best friend until she died on her wedding day, so caroline was the surrogate mother to the twins.

you left mystic falls after josette's funeral, still keeping in touch with your friends and sister. you made two identical necklaces for your nieces telling alaric to give them the necklaces when they're older, it will keep them safe.

after catching up your nieces' lives, you began to search for your wife and daughter. you stumble into a room, luckily hope and hayley were in there looking at dozen of drawing which you assumed were hope's.

“hey mama.” hope said before running over to hug you. your body went paralyzed when your heard the last word that hope had spoken. tears start to swell up in your eyes as hayley looked at you lovingly, the tribid still clinging onto you. your arms wrapped themselves, this was the first time that hope called you 'mama'.

“come on, i wanted to show you the picture i painted of us.” she looked up to see tears in your eyes and she instantly becomes worried, “mama, why are you crying?”

you let out a sniffle covering your mouth, shaking your head slightly. “it's nothing, sweetheart show me the picture.” she smiled, looking over in her pool of drawings and grabs it and hands it to you.

the picture was beautiful and beyond words it can't express. you felt familiar arms wrapped around your waist and you turned to see hayley smiling at you. she gave you a small peck on the cheek before looking down at hope's drawing of you three.

yep, you were happy with your life, you had an amazing wife, a spectacular daughter and nieces, the best twin sister. what more could you ask for.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.