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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 3 months ago

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Hate You (Kidding)

Crowley & daughter!reader, Sam and Dean & witch!reader, a little Rowena & granddaughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: your dad abandoned you years ago, but what happens when he finds out you’re still alive?

A/N: just so no one gets confused about this, here’s the background—Crowley found out how powerful demon/human babies can be, so he tried to make one, only it didn’t go the way he planned—the baby (you) were born without powers, and so he abandoned you. (Just because I didn’t want to give this the exact same backstory as Crowley’s son)

The theft was not going well. Your grandmother had made it seem so easy—sneak into the bunker, grab the black spell book, and make it out fast.

She failed to mention the two professional hunters that lived there.

You hadn’t been dumb enough to assume it would be empty—there had to be a reason Rowena wasn’t going herself, after all; she was scared. But you weren’t ready for Sam and Dean Winchester.

They had you in their dungeon basement—which was super creepy—before you’d even managed to find the book, much less grab it.

“What were you looking for, kid? Who sent you here?” The shorter—but no less scary—one had his hands on the sides of your chair, and he was looming over you. You had no doubt that he was willing to hurt you—you did break into his very dangerous house, after all.

You kept quiet, still unsure what the best course of action was. If you told them about the book and Rowena, would they let you go and go after her?

Then again, you didn’t know anything about these guys—maybe once they got their information, they’d just kill you.

You decided to stay quiet.

“Hey!” Dean smacked his hand on the arm of your chair, and you flinched. “I said—“

The man stopped yelling when the lights went out. They flickered back on a moment later, only this time they were red.

“Someone’s here,” the tall one said.

“I’ll go check.” The man in front of you pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans and turned to leave, saying to the tall one “watch her.”

Then it was just you and the giant—who, surprisingly, seemed a little less scary. He was definitely intimidating, but he also had a sort of “I don’t hurt children” vibe about him.

“This will all be easier if you tell us what you were after,” he broke the silence.

“Right, because you’ll have a reason to keep me alive after I tell you everything,” you scoffed.

“We won’t have a reason to kill you, either,” Sam countered.

“And you need one?” You questioned.

“What makes you think we’d just kill you for no reason?” He asked.

“I mean I did break into your house, and you are hunters.” You shrugged as best you could with your hands cuffed behind you.

“I’m Sam,” the man said, crouching down so he was more on your level—he was trying to look less intimidating, which surprised you. “That other guy is my brother Dean. We are hunters, but we’re not gonna just kill you for no reason. We’re not like that.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the door opening cut you off.

“Look who came for a visit.” Dean stepped into the room with a man trailing behind him. As soon as the man stepped into the light, every bit of air left your lungs.

“Didn’t know you had a visi—“ Crowley’s sentence froze halfway out of his mouth when he laid eyes on you.

Dean’s suspicious gaze picked up on the awkwardness instantly.

“You two know each other?”

Crowley gained his voice back first. “Used to. Not so much anymore.”

“Oh I don’t know about that.” You found the strength to speak after you heard Crowley’s words. “You still look just as pathetic to me, father.”

“Father?” Dean choked. “Wait, that’s not possible.”

“I thought you were dead.” Crowley was now completely ignoring the Winchesters. “After…after that incident I figured the demons would’ve—“

“Incident?!” You all but screamed. “Incident? Is that what you call you abandoning me? Leaving me for dead? An incident?”

“I had no choice,” Crowley argued. “When the other demons found out you were powerless—“

“The other demons? It wasn’t about the other demons, it was about you! You used my mother to make yourself a half demon, and when I didn’t turn out to have any powers you threw me away. You wanted your demon friends to kill me.”

“No.” Crowley was brushing past Sam and Dean now, coming to stand directly in front of you. You squirmed in your chair, but you couldn’t get further away from him. “No I didn’t. I thought if I got rid of you, they’d have no reason to kill you and—“

“Don’t lie to me!” You cried out. “I’m not stupid! You may not have wanted me dead, but you sure didn’t abandon me to try to save me. You did it because I was useless to you. Pretending otherwise is just…it’s just pathetic.”

Crowley opened his mouth to argue, but he had nothing to say—he knew you were right.

“So you’re half demon with no powers?” Dean cut in. “Because I’ve met a half demon who could do anything he wanted just by thinking it.”

“Why do you think he wanted to make me?” You forced your gaze away from your father to look at Dean. “He wanted an all powerful being that was also fully dependent on him. Too bad for him, not all half demons are the same, and he got stuck with the powerless one.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re here now,” Sam cut in.

You bit your lip. You should’ve known it would circle back to this.

“Look, we’re not gonna hurt you if you tell us,” Sam promised.

“Fine.” A sly smirk lifted onto your face as your eyes went back to your father. “I’m here to get a book. For my grandmother.”

Crowley was still choking on air while Sam and Dean shared a meaningful glance before turning back to you.

“Rowena? You’re working for the witch?” Dean’s reaction told you that he both knew Rowena and probably hated her.

“She’s the only reason I’m still alive,” you said. “When he—“ you were inclined your head towards Crowley “—left me behind to get killed by demons, she saved my life.”

“My mother knows you’re still alive and she never told me?” Crowley scoffed. “It’s just like her.”

“She didn’t tell you because I told her how much I hated you.” You glared at Crowley as you spoke. “She understood the feeling, and we had a mutual understanding. Anyway, she told me she would teach me to take out demons the way she can—“

“But let me guess—only if you steal a spell book from us and bring it to her,” Dean interrupted.

“She said it was the only way she’d be able to teach me,” you defended yourself.

“She lied,” Crowley butted in. “She always lies—she was using you to get that book.”

“Oh, right, because you’re so trustworthy,” you shot back. “Why should I trust you?”

“You don’t think it’s a little strange that the first thing she does with you is send you to a place where you could get hurt, just to get something for her?” Sam argued. “You don’t think that that’s using you?”

You were quiet for a moment, and when you spoke again it was more subdued.

“I didn’t have any other choice. There are still demons out there who want me dead, and I’m totally and completely helpless.”

“You don’t have to be,” Crowley said. “I can help you.”

“Rowena may not be a saint, but I already know I can’t trust you,” you snapped. “I’m not looking to get abandoned again.”

“She had to know you’d get caught.” Sam seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else. “So why…”

The Winchesters seemed to come to a conclusion at the same time, sharing a moment of telepathic connection before they turned and ran out the door.

“Do they do that a lot?” You wondered.

“You have no idea,” Crowley huffed. “I suppose I should find out what’s wrong.”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” The sudden smirk on your face made Crowley nervous. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you fell for that whole ‘totally and completely helpless” thing.” As you spoke, Crowley saw a faint glow coming from your hands, which were still handcuffed behind you. After a moment, he heard a snapping sound, and suddenly both of your hands were free and you were standing up. “Do you really think Rowena sent me here with no knowledge of magic?”

With a single wave of your hand, you sent Crowley flying against the wall. He landed with a thud, and you stepped over his frame on your way out the door.

“See you soon, father.”

…

Rowena had escaped with the book by the time Sam and Dean got to the library—she had waited until everyone was in the dungeon to make her move—and by the time the boys got back to the dungeon, Crowley was on the floor and you were gone.

“Great,” Dean growled. “She tricked us. I hate witches!”

“For once,” Crowley groaned as he slowly sat up. “I agree with you.”

…

“The Winchesters.” Your nervous gaze met your grandmother’s as you watched her flip through the spell book. “It’s them, they caught up. What now?”

“We need to distract them long enough for me to get through this spell,” Rowena insisted. “I won’t even need the book anymore as long as I can get this spell done.”

“I’ll distract them.” You were halfway to the door when Rowena stopped you.

“No, you’re not strong enough, not like this.” The way your grandmother was staring you down made you nervous.

“Like this?” You asked.

The door blasting open after a swift kick from Dean Winchester seemed to make up Rowena’s mind.

“I’m sorry, dear girl, but it’s the only way,” she said. “Impetus be—“

“Not so fast, mother.” You father appeared out of nowhere just behind Rowena, and he snatched up the spell book she was holding and swung it at her—she went down without another word. “I’m the only one that gets to hurt my brat.”

You didn’t say anything—you were still shaking. “Impetus beastiarum”—that’s what Rowena had been trying to say. Your own grandmother was going to turn you into a rabid monster—and ultimately kill you—just so that she could get away.

“The book.” You flinched out of your daze when Sam Winchester brushed past you and held his hand out to your father.

“Of course, moose,” he answered. “What would I need with a witches book?” He passed it over without argument.

“Why did you save me?” You demanded, sidestepping the taller Winchester to get a good look at your father, who merely shrugged.

“I’m the only one that gets to kill you.”

…

The Winchesters, of course, wanted to grab you after the little incident, but you flung them against the wall with your powers—one of the few tricks your grandmother had managed to teach you, and currently your favorite—and left before they got the chance.

You didn’t see them or your father for several more months. When you saw Crowley again, you were running for your life.

Somehow word had gotten around that a great witch had a granddaughter; or maybe it was that the king of hell had a daughter—you didn’t know, and you didn’t care. All you knew was that an archangel was after you because of it, and you had tried to cut a deal with him.

It hadn’t worked.

Lucifer had wanted you because he thought you’d be useful, and when he found out you weren’t, he of course decided that killing you was proper punishment for wasting his time.

You were in the midst of running for your life when you saw your father.

He was chained to the floor like a dog, watching your exchange with the archangel with peaked interest.

“Conteram hoc cincinno,” you yelled as you ran—it worked, and the chains at Crowley’s wrists snapped; they were warded against demons, not witches.

The freeing of his prisoner was enough of a distraction to get Lucifer off your tail. By the time he remembered you, you were out the door, and when he tried to turn his attention back to Crowley, the demon had already teleported.

…

“What was that?”

You jumped in surprise when your father appeared next to you.

“An escape,” you huffed out.

“You saved me back there.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you demanded. Crowley just grinned at you.

“Maybe witches aren’t so bad.”

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writerfae · 2 months ago

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Here’s a proof that I am capable of writing Aiden interact with people that are NOT his brother or Talon xD Feat Maya cause she deserves more content (plus a little lore drop)

“So, why are your freckles white?” Aiden blushed slightly. “Excuse me if this is rude to ask,” he added, scratching the back of his neck.

Maya laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you why. You know, I’m not a typical fae. I wasn’t born normally like Talon or Halea. I am what people call a wishling…”

Aiden raised a brow. “A wishling?” He never heard about that before.

Maya nodded. “A fae born from a wish. It’s made possible by an ancient ritual. For generations, those who could not have children on their own used it to get a baby. Childless couples or people that didn’t have a partner but still want a child. Just like my mom.” Her voice softened at the mention of her mother. Aiden understood all too well.

“As you know,” Maya continued, sweeping a stray lock of hair behind her ear gently.

“She was human, but back in the old days even humans made use of this kind of magic. And since my mother was a follower of the old ways - something the people you and I grew up with would call a witch -“

She chuckled. “She knew about that ritual. She didn’t feel the need for a partner, but she wanted a daughter more than anything. Someone she could raise and teach her all she knew, like it was tradition in her family, daughter passing on knowledge to daughter. Someone she wouldn’t be so alone with.”

Aiden nodded. He could understand that. Who didn’t want to drown out loneliness with love, no matter what kind of love?

“And how did she do it?” he asked quietly.

“How exactly this ritual works I don’t know. Just that it requires your blood and… an already existing form of life, like a young animal or a plant, that the life of the child you want can sprout from.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. That sounded kinda ominous. But also really intriguing. So he remained quiet, letting Maya continue.

“In my case it was a fawn that was under my mother’s care. Mother performed the ritual and the next morning, instead of the fawn it was me lying in the hay, a baby that had her mother’s hair and her grandmother’s eyes.”

She smiled fondly at the last sentence.

“So…” Aiden wasnt quite sure if he understood this right. “You were once a deer?”

Maya laughed. “Yes and no. My life had its source in that of a deer, but it wasn’t a life I lived. It is… like a previous life. A rebirth, if you will.” That made sense. Kind of. Aiden couldn’t deny that he was curious.

“And do you remember it? Your previous life?”

“No. Most people don’t remember their previous life. Or do you remember yours?”

That question took Aiden aback. He had never thought about this before, hadn’t really considered that he had lived a life before this one. “No, I don’t…”

Maya smiled. “That’s what I thought. I don’t have memories of what was before. But, and this leads us to your question, a small part, a mark of the life a Wishling was born from remains visible, a reminder of the sacrifice. In my case, it’s the white freckles.”

“Like the white spots on the body of a fawn.”

She smiled. “Like the white spots on the body of a fawn, yes.”

“That’s pretty cool,” he said. “It looks nice on you.”

Maya’s cheeks colored a little at that. “Thanks, Aiden.”

Aiden returned her smile. “Thank you for telling me. And not being offended.”

That made Maya laugh. “No problem.”

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adarafaelbarba · 22 days ago

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Can I request New Years Kiss with Baldwin (and Nora, or reader--up to you)? Maybe before they're dating and she's lamenting that she doesn't have anyone to kiss at midnight?

New Years Kiss

✨ For @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo ✨

Nora hated New Years. Well, okay maybe that’s not entirely true. The new beginnings and turn of another year was fun. It was just the being alone part of New Years that she hated. Especially when she were at big parties with lots of couples around, who all got to kiss their significant other.

This year, she’d been invited to Sept Tours. Ysabeau had planned a big celebration, marking the first New Years since the twin had been born, so of course, Nora couldn’t refuse. Besides, everyone she knew would be there, and she couldn’t pass up a chat with Hamish or Sarah. Marthe had also promised to make her famous mulled wine, which Diana had said was the best she’d tried.

So on the day, Nora got dressed in her favorite gold sequin dress with matching accessories and made her way downstairs where Alain was waiting to drive her from the hotel she was staying at, to the old chateau. «Mademoiselle Olsen, may I say, you look wonderful today.» He commented, giving her a kind smile.

Which she returned and let him help her into the car, «Thank you, monsieur, you are far too kind.»

——

After a ten minute drive, they were there, Marthe and Ysabeau waiting outside to welcome her. «Thank you again, for having me, Madame de Clermont», she said, not sure if she should curtsey to the matron of the household.

«We are very happy you agreed to come. My son especially happy.» That made Nora blush. There were only two sons left Ysabeau could be referring too, and Nora knew for a fact, it was not Matthew, as they were friends, sure, but mainly colleagues. So it had to be Baldwin, and Nora was sure every vampire in the vicinity could sense her heart beating faster at the thought.

It wasn’t like she could help it. Something about Baldwin that just made her really flustered whenever he was in the room or when he was mentioned.

Once inside, she was handed a glass of non alcoholic champagne, and went on her way, chatting with everyone, hugging those she knew.

«You look wonderful today, Nora!» Phoebe commented, giving her a soft smile.

«As do you, no wonder Marcus can’t keep his eyes off of you.» Nora said, teasing her friend.

——

It was around fifteen minutes to midnight when she felt two icy patches traveling up her body; someone was checking her out.

She slowly turned around, and sure enough, there he was, the man who was always on her mind. Nora gave him a small smile, worried about making a fool out of herself. Before he could make his way over to her though, his daughter, Miyako, and son, Ben walked in front of her, giving her a hug. The two of them had taken to her so quickly, both adoring her, despite their disinterest for witches.

«How lovely to see you both tonight, didn’t think you’d be able to make it.» Nora commented, hugging Miyako again.

«Obaa-chan said you’d make an appearance», she simply stated, looking at her grandmother.

«And well, when our granny tells us to come home, we come home.» Ben added, he too smiled at Ysabeau who looked over to the three of them.

Nora couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, and noticed how Baldwin kept looking at her. «Will you excuse me, while I say hello to your father?» They both nodded and moved out of the way, letting Nora pass between them.

«Mr. Montclair», she said when she finally got to Baldwin.

«Dr. Olsen. You’re quite the sight tonight.» She couldn’t help but blush at his comment, looking down at her growing belly. She did in fact not like her look too much. It was all a lot with her baby growing bigger every day, her feet feeling swollen. When the others had complimented her, she’d happily accepted it, but somehow when Baldwin did it, she was feeling insecure. «Please don’t doubt yourself, Nora. You look beautiful.» He whispered, his index finger going under her chin to lift her face so she’d look at him.

«I don’t feel all that beautiful. Quite the opposite. Which is probably why I’m single on New Years eve, again with no one to kiss—no one wants to date a workaholic with a baby on the way.» He sure knew how to get her to spill her secrets without uttering a single word.

He was about to protest her comment when everyone moved out to the balcony, and started counting down the time to midnight. «You are beautiful, Nora, and anybody who can’t see that are not worth your time. Come on, let’s join the others, I have a feeling next year will change drastically for you.»

Nora had no idea what he was on about, but let him lead her out. She shivered as the cold air hit her, and Baldwin shrugged out of his suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

«5…4…3…2…1…!» They all counted down. «Happy New Year!!!»

But all Nora could focus on was Baldwin’s lips, pressed to hers as they kissed, her arms wrapped tightly around him, scared of letting go unless it was all a dream.

«Happy New Year, Nora», he whispered against her lips.

«Happy New Year, Baldwin», she replied just as quietly.

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imagineherbrightskies · 5 months ago

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Chapter one of this odd AU

Ishone did not agree with her lady’s methods but who was she to disagree with the Lady of the World Eaters. She seemed fairly close with the Crimson witch that had appeared before them, they spoke a strange tongue which she could not understand but it was very evident that her Lady was very distraught about the current situation. Gentle cooing noises could be heard from the small bundle in her lady's arms as she surrendered the bundle into the crimson witches arms. Tears flowed freely from her Lady’s face as she said her farewells to the tiny babe that hadn't a clue that this would most likely be the last time they would see each other, she hadn't even seen her father who had deemed it too painful to even look upon her. They could only hope that she’d have a better life in the care of this woman, but for now she’d remained hidden. Safe.

Tears flowed down Nyla’s face as she silently walked down the halls of the Conqueror with her child that was barely two months old, 2 months was the time she was allotted to spend with her child, The Emperor had ordered a meeting with Angron on Terra. It made Angron apprehensive, as if his ‘father’ suspected something. He ordered Nyla to get rid of the child, those words alone pained the both of them. She had only just named their child and yet here she was being forced to dispose of her, her pained cries echoed throughout the Conqueror. Yet her cries fell on deaf ears, as she paced around the child’s nursery, Thought after thought trying to figure out how to insure her daughter safety when a thought comes to mind, a very old memory resurfaces and she hastens to her chambers. As she arrives at her chambers, she clambered underneath her bed trying to reach a very old box that had been gifted to her in her teenage years. It was gifted to her by her grandmother who instructed her to only open it in the most dire of circumstances. She felt this was dire enough, and opened the dusty velvet box.

Inside contained only a peculiar piece of parchment with some words written in an Ancient Terran Language, “Pomôž mi” Nyla read aloud, she had no idea what it meant but her grandmother had taught it to her in the instance she’d need to use the box.

The crackle of shattering glass could be heard as a woman walked through a portal right inside her chambers aboard the Conqueror. Nyla stared in awe at the women in front of her. How had this woman done it? Nevermind how she had done it, how had she evaded detection both by her husband and his legion of soldiers? “You called?” the woman said softly with an accent that reminded her of Kharn.”y-yes please my daughter…” Nyla trailed off, was she really about to give her daughter to a woman who somehow appeared to her in the middle of the warp. Did she really have a choice? “I am a trusted friend of your family. You can tell me whatever you need.” The lady said gently consoling her.

Just as Nyla was going to plead to this woman for her to take her daughter to safety, Ishone, her handmaiden, walked through the door “ My Lady the Lord Primarch ordered me to check up on you…” she trailed off as she looked at this crimson witch that seemed to be from her outlook seducing her into giving away her child. Just as Ishone is about to run away to alert the Lord Primarch and the Astartes about what she witnessed, Nyla scrambles up from her knees and hurriedly pulls Ishone into the room. “Please I beg of you, Do not alert anyone. She can see Gwenni into a new life! A better one… with better parents..” Nyla sobbed and pleaded with Ishone. Nyla did not do this without a heavy heart but this felt like her only choice as she was not leaving her daughter on some random imperial planet and she definitely wasn't letting her so called “brothers” dispose of her. Ishone reluctantly stayed swayed by the desperation in Nyla’s voice. “What do you need of me, my lady?” Ishone said, resolving to stay by her lady’s side in her darkest hour. “Give me the courage to do what I must.” Nyla sniffled “Please bring Gwenni here Ishone.” Nyla ordered before turning back to the Crimson lady, “What is your name? What is your connection with my family?” She inquired, wondering about the history of the women in her family.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff,I met your grandmother as a 20 year old coming into her powers, it was an accident of course but nonetheless it took me a bit to figure out how to get back home again and in the meantime your grandmother gave me shelter in a strange universe i knew nothing about. She taught me the dangers of your universe, and I helped make your settlement a little safer. As soon as I was able to master my power that had gotten me to this universe and go back to my home universe I promised her if she ever needed any help just to call for me and I would return immediately.” Wanda explained, leaving out the detail of what her powers were as she knew the people of this universe distrusted chaos magic, With good reason to. “Your daughter Gwenni? May I perhaps ask why you need to hide her?” Wanda asked cautiously, being careful to not upset Nyla anymore than she already is.

Nyla nodded as she gathered her thoughts before speaking “My husband… he is a primarch, a sort of prince you could say to the emperor of mankind. Although he more so views his sons as tools rather than sons so anything that humanizes his sons too much is deemed a distraction, it was a miracle that our marriage was even allowed in the first place. We both knew though that a child would be seen as a distraction and maybe even an affront to him. My husband recently had gotten an order to return to Terra for a meeting and we both fear that he’ll find Gwenni and take her away or worse…” she trailed off. “Which is why my husband demanded I dispose of her but I couldn't just leave her on some Hive world so she could live a life of struggle and hardship, where she may not even make it to her first name day… so please I beg of you, take my daughter..”

Wanda nodded grimly, from her brief time here during her 20’s she could see that the imperium was no place to raise a child. “If that is what you need then I shall fulfill your request.” Just as they finish talking, Ishone comes back with Gwenni.” Here you go my lady.” She gently places a cooing Gwenni in her arms all wrapped up in a scrap of her father’s cloak. It was obvious Angron was acutely feeling the loss of his daughter as well. Despite not wanting to look upon her for fear of heartbreak, Heartbreak had found him nevertheless. The scrap of fabric had Nyla breaking into tears once more as she realized Angron had finally recognized Gwenni as his. She quickly ran over to her jewelry box and pulled out her only necklace and gave it to Wanda “ Please let her know we loved her very much and that as much i wanted us to be a family, it just simply wasn't meant to be” She kissed her baby’s soft forehead for the last time, tears spilling on Gwenni’s forehead and rolling down. “May we see each other in another life my little dragonfly…” Nyla reluctantly handed Gwenni to Wanda and watched as they both disappeared into a portal that vanished as soon as it came.

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year ago

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 9)

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.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 8

Hermione and Ron’s daughter, Rose, Harry and Ginny’s son, Albus, and Rosanna and Draco’s son, Scorpius, are all born within three months of each other. Rose is the oldest, followed by Scorpius and finally Albus.

All of their children remain close growing up, their lives forever entwined. But the three of them are truly inseparable.

Years pass, Harry is head of the auror department, spending a fair share of time with Draco. His partner of sorts, after Ron left the ministry, to join Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Hermione succeeded Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister for Magic.

For all intents and purposes, Rosanna still works interrogations. But truly she's a floater; she goes wherever they need her.

A twelve year old Rose, blows out her birthday candles, making a wish as everyone cheers. Hermione has a few tears in her eyes.

"Alright presents, presents for the birthday girl!" Molly takes her job as grandmother very seriously.

"We have loads to open. Ron, cut the cake for us, will you?" Hermione presses a hand to her husband's back.

"Yeah, Ron. Cut the cake for us!" Not two, but four voices sound in unison. Fred and George Weasley have always been especially fond of the Malfoy twins, and vice versa.

Molly eyes them fondly, yet in warning.

"This one's from me!" Hugo holds up the parcel, proudly. "And Mum and Dad."

Rose moves the present to her ear, shaking it with a smile.

"Sounds like-" Scorpius leans closer.

"We're here! We're late! We're sorry, Rose!" Leo rushes into the room, boyfriend Henry in tow. The blonde leans down, kissing Rose's head.

Rose reaches back and offers an awkward sort of hug. "Thanks for coming, Leo. I know you're busy."

"Never too busy for you." Leo is jet lagged, coming off a huge win, as seeker for the Holyhead Harpies. The all female team is headed for the Quiddich World Cup, for the first time in history.

"It's my fault, I'm always slowing her down. The muggle airports are a nightmare!" Leo’s boyfriend, Henry, is a rather tall, lanky man, with chestnut curls that spring freely about his head. As it turns out, squibs can't travel far by apparating with a witch or wizard. So when they travel long distance, it's by plane.

"Tell us about it." Helen, Hermione's mother understands completely.

"Anytime we go on holiday, security is barmy! They on flagged me because I forgot about my shoe buckle. They checked our luggage twice and we missed the entire flight." Hermione’s father, chimes in.

The conversation sparks Arthur's interest. In his humble opinion, muggle endeavors are more interesting than most magical ones.

Leo sets a large rectangular box near the growing pile at Rose's feet with a wink.

"What is it?" Albus inquires.

"You'll have to wait and see." Leo shrugs, ruffling his hair.

The Malfoy's are known for their extravagant gifts. This stems largely from Draco's upbringing. Gifting is his love language, Rosanna is showered in jewelry and clothing and handbags. Their children are no different, it is their father's way of showing just how much he adores them.

Rosanna accepts graciously and encourages others to do the same. This is particularly hard for Ron. Who for the longest time, thought Draco was just boasting about how wealthy he was.

The other children twiddle about, watching the gifts unwrap.

"Stop, James!" Polaris swats the boy's nagging hand away. He’s been tugging at her white blonde hair.

"Well if your big head weren't in the way." James remarks with wicked grin, giving another tug on her locks.

"Quit, James, I'm serious." Polaris pulls the end of her ponytail over one shoulder.

"No. I'm Sirius, James Sirius." He is a shameless flirt.

"That isn't funny, you must realize that." Vega scowls.

"Don't be so hard on him, he's trying." Roxanne, Angelina and George's daughter, remarks. "Can't all be blessed with the funny gene."

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When things are good, they’re good. But when it rains, it pours.

Rosanna stomps toward her husband's office. Fuming down the hallway, past her coworkers with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, clenched in her first.

Draco's door opens for her, on command, "sweetheart." He greets, from behind his desk. A bit of green apple still trapped between his teeth. “What’s happened?"

Rosanna slams the paper down onto the desktop, hand trembling as she does. "He can't go in September."

Draco sighs, skimming the front page. 'Desperate for male heir, Draco Malfoy acquired a time turner to have wife impregnated by He Who Shall Not Be Named. Scorpius Malfoy, son of the dark lord and Rosanna Malfoy is set to attend Hogwarts this coming fall.”

"It's too wordy, Skeeter has lost her touch." Draco shrugs, brushing the paper aside.

"Scorpius can't go to Hogwarts." Rosanna wraps both arms around herself.

"Of course he's going. Come off it." Draco can feel a throb take up in his left temple.

"Did you read what she said?” Rosanna's tone verges on hysterical. "What she's implying-"

"Is as disgusting as it is far fetched." Draco says, dismissively. "No one's going to believe this rubbish."

"You don't understand." Rosanna shakes her head, making to leave.

Draco stops her, leaning his body heavily against the door, blocking her exit. "Enlighten me." He taps her temple twice, before resting his hand against the side of her neck.

She fills his mind with hushed whispers and sideways glances. The apologetic smiles from members of her department, snickers and sneers from the last man brought in for questioning.

"You'd never do it for him, you know?" The man scoffed, teeth rotting out of his foul mouth. "You reek of desperation and remorse. You're pretty poppet; but you're weak. The dark lord couldn't get up for you."

"That's just ridiculous," Draco mutters, as they finally break apart. "Any man could get up for you."

"This isn't a joke." She snaps. "What if the other kids, or their parents see this and think-"

"No one who's anyone is going to believe this." Draco says again, softly. "He's been waiting to attend Hogwarts for years. We can't keep him home."

"What are we going to tell him?" They can shelter him at the manor. In their small group of friends, but not forever.

"We're going to tell him what we've told him a thousand times. People say things about our family that are vile, and moreover untrue." Draco understands this is hard, he knows she's frustrated. But they're on the same side and he doesn't want to fight.

"Rita's been saying Scorpius wasn't yours since he was born. But this...is the worst. How could she think that he-"

"Hush, love." Draco draws her into his chest, swaying her gently. "Scorpius is a wonderful, loving, smart, compassionate boy. He's our boy, and he's good."

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The months leading up to their youngest child's departure are torturous. They speak about the war, the parts they played. How sometimes they worked with opposing forces, but truly they always fought for each other. A vague rundown of their prophecy, briefly touching on the blurred lines they'd crossed while Rosanna was under the imperius curse. They mention Hermione's torture, the final battle, how choosing Harry allowed him to win.

Presenting their son with his own copy of their autobiography. "Through Love And By Love" by Draco and Rosanna Malfoy, was on the required reading list for seventh years.

Although he wouldn’t be reading it for sometime; each of their children was given a copy with their dedication on the first page.

'For Leo Selene, our every dream, the light at the end of the tunnel, and inspiration to write this story.'

'For Arlo Cressida, our reason to seek healing, the hope for a better future, and inspiration to share this story.'

'For Vega Juniper, our next chapter, the first half of our double trouble, the world is a better place for having you in it.'

'For Polaris Athena, our moving forward and second half spitfire, you burn as brightly as the star for which you are named.'

'For Scorpius Hyperion, our proof that history does not always repeat itself, and that things will get better; no matter how impossible it seems.'

Scorpius runs his fingertips over the scripture, "I know why you're worried about me. But I'm your son," he says, proudly. "If you can survive all of that," he clears his throat, "I can survive being called names."

"Some people suck," Rosanna tells him, leaning forward to take his hands. "Don't let them get under your skin. Always remember who you are."

"You'll have Albus and Rose there with you." Draco tacks on, "Your sisters too, if you need them; James, Teddy-"

"I know Dad," Scorpius cuts off his father with a lopsided grin.

Rosanna pulls back, before she bursts into tears. "You want some tea?" She runs a hand over Draco's hair.

He turns, slightly, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Tea would be nice."

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"Did you get the talk too then?" Rose asks, aboard the Hogwarts Express, after their parents and the train station have disappeared from view.

"You mean the birds and the bees? Yes, I did. It was awful, thanks for reminding me." Scorpius frowns.

"No, not that talk." Rose rolls her eyes.

"You mean about the Wizarding war?" Albus asks his cousin.

"Exactly...you in particular, Scorpius. How are you doing?" She puts her hand over his.

"I'm fine, Rose." He stammers, "it's weird though, my looks favor my Dad. I'm surprised no one's said she's not my real Mum."

"Everybody knows Skeeter's a tosspot." Albus shrugs. "And that's besides the point, if any of you are fathered by you know who, it's Polaris." The girl is a nightmare in her own right.

"Then Vega too, by default." Rose says disapprovingly. "They are identical twins; that means one embryo divided during-"

"Don't you think he's suffered enough without thinking about his Mum's embryos?" Albus scolds his cousin.

Scorpius smiles, "thanks, Al. What'd you say we try our luck flagging down the trolley? I want to try the chocolates."

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Arlo leaves her train car and Ravenclaw roommates, to wander down and check on her brother. Peeking through the glass window at her youngest sibling, having a laugh with Rose and Albus. The seats around them full of empty sweet wrappers.

She's about to knock and get his attention, when someone startles her.

"Is he someone I should know?" A burly, dark haired, boy asks. His door pulled open behind her.

"Excuse me?" Arlo turns quickly, it's not a voice she recognizes, heavily accented and deep.

"You are the third one to look in." The boy motions to Scorpius. “Is he special?"

"I guess that depends on who you ask," she shrugs. "He's my kid brother. I have three sisters, two are still students, we're supposed to look out for him."

"He is special then." The stranger nods.

"You're not from here." Arlo says with a smile. It's a breath of fresh air, meeting someone who has no clue what sodding Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet, has been saying about their family for years.

"What gave me away?" He laughs, flashing her a blinding grin.

"Well for starters, you've got a smidge of an accent. Any relation to Bulgarian Bon Bon, Viktor Krum?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Bulgarian Bon Bon?" He's never heard the term.

"Never mind, it's just a thing-" she shakes her head.

He grins. "I am Marko Petrov."

"Arlo Malfoy." She extends her hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you, my Arlo." The tall man takes her hand gently, pressing his lips to the back.

"Just Arlo," she stammers, breathlessly.

"I will learn." He takes a step back, bowing his head.

"Honest mistake." Arlo waves away his concern, "so what brings you to Hogwarts?"

"My mother passed away three years ago." Petrov explains.

"Oh, I’m sorry."

"My father’s new wife was teaching in Bulgaria. But her home is here." Marko tells his new found friend.

Arlo nods.

"Now we’re here." His voice is pleasant. The longer he speaks, the more Arlo wants to listen.

"I've gotta get back to my friends. But you can come sit with us, if you want." Arlo offers, waving him back toward her seat.

"What about your brother?" The transfer student asks.

"Scorpius is fine." Arlo assures him, he hasn't even noticed her standing in the doorway; for what was, at this point, an obscene amount of time.

"Scorpius?"

"We're all named after stars and constellations," Arlo explains. "It's kind of stupid, but it's a thing."

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Over the next few days, Draco and Rosanna receive daily letters from their children. Knowing from past experience, that they will die down after the first month.

"We have another Slytherin." Rosanna shakes the parchment at her husband as he lounges on the couch. Feet propped up on the coffee table, reading over a case file.

They had a Gryffindor, then a Ravenclaw, another Gryffindor and finally a Slytherin with Polaris, now again with Scorpius.

"Shall we head down to Diagon Ally and pick up him up a few robes?" The man is grinning at the news, taking the note to read for himself. "We can make a day of it."

"Sure, I'm gonna hop in the shower quick." She kisses the top of his head.

Rosanna loves his hair, she always has. So when he came to her, three years ago, and asked how she felt about him letting it grow out; Ro was all for it.

‘See if you like it, if not, cut it off, it's only hair.' She laughs, stopping him from agonizing over the prospect any longer.

Now it hangs well past his shoulders.

Draco sets the letter aside, venturing up the stairs to their washroom. He can hear the steady stream of the water, over Rosanna's singing. She has quite a pleasant voice, thick and sweet like honey.

He opens the door, stripping off his clothes. They haven't had a shag in the shower for years.

Rosanna hears rustling outside of the, sliding, glass door. Popping her head out. "Baby?"

"Who else?" He chuckles.

"Alright, smart ass, you wanna piece of me?" Rosanna arches a brow at him.

"Actually," Draco half smirks, "yes I do."

"You're a pervert, Malfoy, has anyone ever told you that?" She watches her husband step inside.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, Malfoy." He slides the door closed behind him, trapping in the warm air.

Rosanna smiles, with a shake of her head. "What if I don't?"

Draco tips her chin up, her eyes locked on his; burning with desire. Swiping his thumb over her bottom lip. "Shall I go then? Since you don't appreciate my advances."

"No." Her breath grows shallow, as he backs her against the tile wall.

"Better choose your words more carefully, my darling. Someone might get their feelings hurt." The corners of his mouth turn upwards.

She nods, mouth suddenly dry.

Draco blinks at her expectantly. "Why don’t you tell me what it is you want?”

"You." The confession slips past her lips, easy as breathing. "I want you."

"Care to be a bit more specific?" He nuzzles his nose against hers. "Seeing as I already belong to you in every way imaginable."

"I want-"

He moves his leg between hers, pressing against the apex of her thighs. "What?" He pulls back, when her lips search for his.

She whines, squirming against him. "Draco."

"You're not very articulate today, sweetheart.” The man taunts. "Shall I go first?"

"Yeah, that'd be good." Ro says, lips parted, slightly.

"I want to fuck you, against this wall. I want your fingers twisted in my hair, tugging and releasing, because they can't decide which pleases them more.” His voice is hypnotic, intoxicating. "I want your lips against mine, when you can't be bothered with kisses and just whimper until you cum. I want you to remember what it feels like to have me so deep inside that your pretty little cunt is sore. I want you full with my child, again." Draco purrs against her ear.

Oh. She mulls over his proposition while sliding the elastic band down hair. Fanning it out to frame his face, as best she can. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?" He murmurs, over the warm spray of the water.

"Please, fuck me." The cheeky little thing guides his mouth to hers.

"And what of my other request?" Draco inquires, if she says no, he'll cast the sodding protection charm; he needs to be inside her.

"Do it.” She agrees, “now.”

"You've never been one for delayed gratification. I've loved that about you since I was a boy." Draco confesses, sealing his lips over hers and lifting her up so that soft legs wrap around his waist.

Rosanna moans into his mouth, as his length fills her. "Shit, baby," her head thunks against the shower wall.

Draco sucks bruises into the exposed skin of her neck. Moving to her nipples with the same suction, one hand pressed against her back, keeping her arched toward him.

"You are so lovely," he whispers. "All mine."

Rosanna tugs his hair, pulling him back up to her. "Yours," she sighs, contently, against his lips.

His hands grope her bum, greedily. Thrusting harder, brushing against the spot that drives her mad.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." She chants like a prayer, nails raking over his pale skin.

"I love you." Draco replies, because there's not a proper word for how he feels about her. So he settles for love. Making her cum twice and swallowing her breathy whines.

“Fuck,” she begins to protest as his nimble fingers snake between them, teasing her sensitive clit. “Draco.”

“Cum on my cock again,” he orders.

“Please,” she whimpers, not entirely sure what she’s pleading for. The coil in her lower belly tightens, the sensation almost painful.

“Hush, my sweetheart.” He doubles the speed of his ministrations, guiding her lips back to his. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

Colors explode behind her eyelids, release washing over her in searing waves, never seeming to wane.

Draco follows her over the edge. Where you go, I go.

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The paper’s headlines remain cruel. Granting no clemency.

'Bandaid baby to mend Rosanna and Draco Malfoy’s crumbling marriage."

'Leo Malfoy to wed squib, further besmirching bloodline.'

'Arlo Malfoy's suspected teen pregnancy with Bulgarian transfer student.’

'Vega Malfoy caught snogging roommate Arlene Fischer.'

'Polaris Malfoy attempts woo James Potter, nearly one year her junior.'

'Scorpius Malfoy, son of the Dark Lord and Rosanna Malfoy, sorted Slytherin.'

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The children return home for Christmas. Rosanna pops in to say goodnight to each of them. Her second oldest daughter being the last stop. "Arlo, can we talk?"

She cuts her mother off. "I'm not pregnant."

"I know." Rosanna assures her. "I'm sure you're being safe."

Arlo sits up, motioning for Mum to join her on the bed. "We're not... doing that. I'm not ready. No offense, but I don't envy you. Having a kid right now- I don't think I could do it."

"You could, if you had to." Rosanna tells her, softly, "you think you can't. But somehow you just do."

Arlo offers her the brush, off of the bedside table. Turning so that her mother can braid her hair, like when she was a little girl. "Didn’t it ever piss you off? That you couldn’t finish school or do what you wanted?"

"Before I had Leo; I worried I wouldn't be able to bond with a child that I wasn't ready to have. But when she was born I understood. All those plans, goals, dreams, the things I wanted… didn't matter to me anymore. Because I was holding the entire world in my arms, she became my dream, she was everything I wanted. I felt the exact same way each and every time I held you. I wanted you, more than I wanted anything else." Rosanna begins weaving soft tresses into a fishtail braid.

"You're a good Mum." Arlo tells her, just in case she doesn't know.

Rosanna gives her shoulder a squeeze, "I'm trying."

Arlo relaxes into her mother's calming touch. "I'm meant to read the book this summer. It's on the required list."

"I can talk to Head Master McGonagall, if you need more time. I'm sure she will make an exception." It isn’t meant to be a burden on any of their children.

"I had Marko read it early. He said it was a good read. He didn't realize that you wrote it actually, I had to explain it to him." She’s become quite taken with her Bulgarian boyfriend. "Anyway, he has some questions. I think I probably will too. After I'm finished, do you think it’d be alright for us to sit down with you and Dad...and talk?"

"Yeah, of course, we can do that." Rosanna secures the elastic at the end of Arlo's strawberry blonde plat. She leans forward, kissing the back of her daughter's head.

"One more thing." Arlo catches Rosanna's wrist. "You said, in your dedication, that I was the reason to share your story. I think that's beautiful, but why me?"

"A lot of people expected different things after the war. They expected me to take Leo and leave your Dad. They expected me to press charges and send him to Azkaban. They expected me to lean heavily into my friends, because they were 'good' and the Malfoy's weren’t.” It's hard to think back to that dark time, after the war. When the world was quite literally in shambles.

“There was a moment of panic. How could we stop pretending like nothing happened; but at the same time let people know I was ok. I wasn't with your dad because of a curse, or a prophecy, or because he was the father of my child. I was with him because I love him. That was the story I wanted to tell; and I wanted to tell it for you. It never really stopped the media circus or the side ways glances. But you deserve to have all the facts in one place." Rosanna twists her hands in her lap, restlessly.

"Didn't you ever want the glory?" Arlo wonders, turning to search Rosanna's eyes.

"For a long time I thought I was going to die, that your dad was going to die. I thought I'd never see my parents again. Or my friends,” Rosanna tells her daughter. "Being here, married to your dad and getting to see my friends happy, with kids of their own, watching all of you grow up together. That is the glory for me."

"And your card comes inside the chocolate frog box." Arlo reminds her.

"That's pretty cool too." Rosanna laughs.

Part 10

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𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗔 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

By the request of my darling @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @dancingsunflowers-ocs (as well as @luucypevensie, though she's already been infodumped to about my newest children), I hereby present to you my new OCs for The Chronicles of Narnia! I might not have their official intro posts up for a little bit, but please still fell free to ask me questions about them!

(Before I get any futher into this, there are a few things I should clarify in order for the lore surrounding these OCs to make sense: 1) my OCs' stories are purely based off of the movie canon because the most I've read of the books is the first chapter of The Magician's Nephew, and 2) I have messed with the canon of the movies like, a lot. For starters, the Pevensies never go back into their world at the end TLTWATW, so they remain the kings and queens of Narnia. For another thing I also completely messed up the timeline so that the Telmarines try to invade and take over shortly after they become the rulers after they've heard about the White Witch's death, and Caspian defects and offers help to the Narnian crown, both because he wants to save himself from his uncle and because he never supported the invasion to begin with - basically, I'm just rewriting most of the story after the first movie to my liking. I'm still figuring out the intricacies of what that's going to mean for certain important events in the last two movies, but for now, on to telling you about the OCs!!)

HEMERA:

— Susan ship.

— Hemera comes from a family of Golden Witches - witches that have mastery over light and heat and solar energy depending on their power level. Her family comes from the same coven that the White Witch used to be a part of, and only a few of them, including Hemera's mother, were able to escape and survive when Jadis killed most of the coven and took over Narnia (yes, I have also very much made up my own Narnian witch lore).

— When Hemera is eleven years old, however, Jadis comes looking for the Golden Witches she missed, killing Hemera's mother, grandmother, great-aunt, and even her human father, and she is sent away to hide, becoming the only Witch besides Jadis left alive in Narnia.

— She spends the next several years in hiding, being sheltered by kind animals or sleeping in forests and being kept safe by the trees, until she hears that the prophesied Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam have actually arrived in Narnia and are teaming up with Aslan to form an army against the White Witches forces, and she decides to volunteer her magic to help in the fight.

— Her magic isn't actually very strong or focused, however, because she's spent so long barely using it to try and stay safe, so she doesn't do much in the fight. But after Jadis is defeated and the Pevensies are crowned rulers of Narnia, Aslan suggests that they appoint Hemera as the Court Witch - a position rulers of Narnia before Jadis would always have a Witch fill, to help in any battles and provide council on magical matters - promising that he will give her lessons to help her connect more to the Deep Magic and her own powers.

— A hopeless little lesbian who takes one look at Susan with her bow and arrows and pretty much immediately falls in love (it takes Susan a little longer, especially considering the era she comes from, but she gets there).

— Definitely just as much a ray of sunshine as her powers suggest, but also not very good at social interaction since she's spent the majority of her time alone since she was eleven, so she's very impulsive and often just says whatever pops into her head (definitely a perfect contrast to Susan's quieter and planning-inclined nature).

— She and Susan are very much sunshine x sunshine protector.

— Becomes another sister to the rest of the Pevensies; she might have lost one family, but she definitely gained another.

ALARIC RYKER:

— Peter ship.

— A teenage crime lord from Thorn Town, a small city far enough away from Narnia's capital to be mostly spared from Jadis's wrath when she took over Narnia, only having to suffer the eternal cold and the general decline in food rather than the White Witch's cruelty.

— Long before Alaric was born, a smuggling ring called the Shadowy Ravens sprung up in Thorn Town as a response to the lack of resources, stealing from Jadis's soliders and shipments going to the royal palace in order to give them back to members of the community. They began resorting to worse means of getting things as time went on, even killing a few of Jadis's guards, but Jadis never payed them enough mind to take action against them, and the few soliders who did try to get revenge for their comrades were not sucessful.

— Alaric was born a street rat, born to a mother who didn't even know who his father was and who abandoned him when he was a few months old, and he was taken in by the second-in-command of the Shadowy Ravens, who raised him like his own son and taught him everything he knew.

— Alaric eventually rose to second-in-command himself (after doing some less-than-ethical tasks to prove himself) and after both the Ravens' leader and his adoptive father were killed in a scuffle with Jadis's soliders, shortly before the Pevensies came to Narnia, he rose to become the youngest leader the gang had ever had.

— About a year after the Pevensies are crowned kings and queens, when the Telmarines start to invade, Peter approaches Alaric and the Shadowy Ravens, asking for Alaric's help and for soliders to boost their army. He's heard about Alaric's gift for strategy, how despite being so young and constantly underestimated he's managed to take down several more gangs who sprung up in the early days of the Pevensies' rule and tried to steal his territory, and Peter knows his men are strong and trained enough to fight the Telmarines, but loyal enough that they will only join the fight if their leader gives them permission.

— Alaric is pretty reluctant at first - he doesn't exactly have a great amount of trust in any Narnian leaders given how he grew up - but he also figures that not only do the four new kings and queens not seem so bad, but that even if they don't turn out very well then the Telmarines would be worse, so he agrees to lend his strategic knowledge and any of his men who are willing to fight to the cause.

— After the Telmarines are defeated, Peter offers him a position as the new head battle strategist of the Narnian military, and Alaric actually decides he's had enough of being a gang leader, of all the violence and worrying about an entire village full of people depending on him, and accepts it, giving control of the Ravens over to his second but also making sure that the Pevensies set up a new system that will provide extra resources to towns and cities farther away from the capital like Thorn Town. (He also accepts the offer only a little bit because he thinks the new High King is cute and brave and compassionate.)

— It still takes him and Peter a while to get together, mainly because Alaric has big-time trust issues and struggles to let down any of his walls, but once they do they're a surprisingly sweet couple, and the other Pevensies are more than happy to accept Alaric as their new future brother-in-law.

KAI HALLOWS:

— Caspian ship.

— A pirate boy!! He was basically born on the sea, to a former captain of the Narnian Navy (Jadis disbanded most of the military when she took over and replaced them with her own soliders) and his wife. Kai was born on his father's ship, but it was difficult since no one on board really knew how to help a woman giving birth, and his mother died shortly after.

— After his wife's death, Kai's father retreated into the delusion that he was still a respected member of the Narnian military (despite the fact that most of the sea around Narnia was half-frozen and everyone in the surrounding countries were too scared of Jadis to allow his ship to dock in their cities) and ran his ship like a dictator, barely ever giving his crew a break and ignoring his son unless Kai had done something he didn't like, in which case he was yelling at him loud enough for the whole ship to hear. He treated Kai more like an insubordinate member of the crew than his son, and his actual crew did more of a job raising Kai than he did, taking it upon themselves to take care of the boy and raise him right.

— Kai was definitely a troublemaker and a bit of a rogue, always getting into trouble whenever the crew was actually allowed to dock somewhere, whether that was from pickpocketing or pulling some kind of prank on a local solider. Eventually, when he was fourteen, his father became fed up with him and left him, abandoning his son at a market in a city far away from Narnia and setting sail again, despite the protests of everyone on his crew.

— But rather than let that do anything to stop him, Kai located a large abandoned ship in the local harbor, claimed it as his own, and worked odd jobs until he had enough coin to fix it up properly. A few friends he had made in the city decided to sail off with him as the first crew members of the Golden Fish - the chosen name for his new ship - and as they sailed around more and more, getting used to thieving and being pirates in general, they picked up more and more souls looking for adventure, until Kai had himself a proper pirate crew.

— And a few years later, when the White Witch was defeated and ships started coming out of Narnia again, they were able to ramp up their exploits even more, until the Golden Fish and her crew were one of the most notorious names on the high seas.

— They're so well-known, in fact, that when Caspian wants to set sail to try and find seven Telmarine lords that he thinks will have the answer to stopping the green mist that has started to overtake parts of Narnia, High King Peter decides that it would be a good idea to contact the captain of the Golden Fish and offer him a large payment for taking the prince, his two youngest siblings, and their chosen crew along for extra protection.

— Kai agrees, of course - not only will he never say no to adventure or any amount of coin, but he suspects it might be good for his reputation to do business with the High King and not wind up in prison because of it - and he and his crew take the the prince, king, and queen, along with their chosen companions, aboard their ship to set sail on this voyage.

— He and Caspian bond over their father issues at first, but they get closer and closer over the course of the adventure, with Kai bringing Caspian out of the shell he was forced to live in when he was with the Telmarines even more than the Pevensies have over the year he's been with them, and eventually, of course, they fall in love!

— Kai also develops friendships with Lucy and Edmund - he and Edmund bond over being proud bisexuals with no time for hetero bullshit, and he and Lucy are very much badass WLW/MLM solidarity - and even when the voyage is over and they return to Narnia, Peter and Susan take an immediate liking to this boy who's stolen their friend's heart and managed to make him so happy (even if he does get the shovel talk of a lifetime from both of them).

Aaaaand that's it for info on my new Narnia babies!! It might take me a bit to get some proper intro posts for them, but you can still feel free to ask me whatever questions about them you want to!!

(I know I said Grace and @oneirataxia-girl have already been infodumped to about this, but I'm tagging them both because there's new info here, and I'm also tagging @endless-oc-creations because she loves Narnia as well!!)

#plot bunnies #upcoming ocs #oc: hemera #oc: alaric ryker #oc: kai hallows #narnia ocs #chronicles of narnia ocs #fic: sunbeam smile #fic: arsonist's lullaby #fic: jolly sailor bold

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melrosing · 2 years ago

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I come from a family of three girls and one boy and can I just say I know exactly that you mean? Not that it is revolutionary to say there is misogyny from mothers to their daughters but when I read the headcanons it felt familiar. I'm the eldest daughetr as well. it doesn't actually matter if you're the perfect daughter or not, they're gonna treat you the same

no fr... i'm one of two daughters of a woman who literally never wanted sons but like GOD this shit. the last time I visited my (now ded) grandmother - which was always really fucking fraught because my mother was convinced her mother had hated her since the day she was born and had often told me so, and had all these memories that she said showed her mother liked her younger brother better but that my grandmother remembered differently, and my grandmother was loving with me as a kid even if she lost a little interest when I was nine and my uncle had sons - anyway the LAST time I was sat with her whilst my mum was at fucking Tesco getting food she was going to cook for the three of us (that she’d pre-warned me my grandmother would criticise once it was on the table) and we were having a nice enough chat and it kind of felt warm like when I was kid and I was like you know what this lady AIN’T so bad as my mum says and there’s two sides to everything etc etc and then my gran said ‘btw you should really come see me without your mother some time. your mother. I’m telling u. there’s something twisted about her. when she was three and your uncle was a baby I left them with your grandad’s brother Terry and he was bouncing Nigel on his knee when I came to get them in the evening and he said what a jolly boy Nigel was but he pointed at your mum and he said that one: is a little witch. and she’s been giving me bitter looks all day.’ and then my gran looked at me all knowing like there you go, there’s your mum for you and then started talking about something the gardener said but I was just like excuse me I am going to the loo!! and I went to the kitchen and cried a bit!!!

anyway. we were talking to a cousin of my mum’s a year or so later and turns out great uncle terry fucked with kids so. there we fucking go i guess

#ask #would you believe we were talking about cersei five mins ago #cw child abuse

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luverofralts · 1 year ago

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Arkhelios Adventures

“This is the greatest day of my life. I can’t believe this is happening. Do you know how few people have done this? You used to have to be royalty to even know about their existence.”

“I am royalty,” Ulyssa remarked, entertained by her excitable little brother. “And as you always remind me, your greatest day is a three way tie between your wedding and the birth of your kids.”

The Durant siblings stood outside an otherwise unremarkable house in a less expensive part of Pleasantview. The house was small; the modest frame was expanded with the use of shipping containers. Pleasantview wasn’t known for a low cost of living, especially with a nobility and attention seeking witches to support. Estates were common in the areas surrounding the old castle and old ruins filled with lingering magical energy was where most witches chose to dwell. The “ordinary” people were scattered across the country, far enough away from the rich or powerful areas to be noticed by most of society. Naturally, if someone or something wanted to keep a low profile, this neighbourhood was an excellent choice. Everything on the street was quaint and charming. Well manicured lawns and carefully maintained wooden fences were everywhere.

Ulyssa had questions and concerns that could only be answered by a trip to Pleasantview, but wasn’t brave enough to go alone. Luckily, her little brother Jorah seemed to know a little bit about everything and had jumped at the chance to accompany his sister on an adventure. What she had overheard Claudia tell her wife was concerning. Not only did Claudia know about Georgiana’s paternity, but her only heir to the most powerful throne in the world was a Bellamy.

She could blackmail Roman or Wanda with her daughter, potentially harming Arkhelios. She could expose Georgiana and ruin my life- our lives.

They had all agreed that Georgiana would be Maura’s daughter when Ulyssa discovered that she was pregnant. If her daughter ever found out the truth, it would be devastating. Ulyssa needed some dirt on Claudia if she was going to keep her family safe. Something that she could use as a bargaining chip. If Claudia was going to threaten her family, then Ulyssa was going after Claudia’s. The only problem with that plan was that no one had really seen her family. Her own government listed her parents as dead, but also as unnaturally able to produce three children and stop by the castle on occasion. King Ewan and Princess Anneken were undead creatures who stayed in the shadows, flitting between life and death as easily as a demon.

“You know what I mean,” Jorah scoffed, refusing to let his sister ruin this moment for him. “No one has seen a reaper in recent memory, or if they have, no one will admit to it. They used to be legends and myths and now they’re real! Well, I mean they were always real, but they’re not hiding anymore. Well, I guess they are still hiding, but these ones aren’t. How did you manage to track them down anyway? Did you have to watch someone die and then trap whoever showed up? Did someone who had a near death experience point them out? No, I bet it was a dark spell that required a blood sacrifice to get the information.”

“I looked in Maura’s address book,” Ulyssa sighed. “You let your imagination wander far too much. Her grandmother had their address and it got compiled in Maura’s copy when she took the throne. Why on earth would I have to do any of that other nonsense?”

Jorah pouted, despite his excitement. There were times when his sister’s bluntness overshadowed her kindness. Living in a castle hadn’t made Ulyssa any less cynical, she just usually hid it better. Only Ulyssa could make meeting one of the rarest supernatural creatures into something mundane.

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe, just maybe, you can only find a grim reaper when it’s doing its job?” he shot back. “They blend in otherwise. Maybe they have a dark form like vampires and demons that you can only see when it’s reaping souls. It makes sense to me.”

Ulyssa took a moment to reflect on her brother’s ideas. Truthfully, she didn’t know much about the grim reaper or any of his associates, but Jorah didn’t need to know that. Reapers had been just a footnote in their magical studies class at school as little was actually known about them. Jorah loved reading about the supernatural and world history, but books could only tell him so much. According to some ancient texts and some mysterious undated writings, the academic community had mostly agreed that there was one “Grim” reaper that assisted a sim with the process of dying, and a handful of lesser reapers that assisted him in this task. No living soul had insight beyond that, or if they did, they weren’t sharing that information.

The first glimpse of this secret supernatural hierarchy had come from Crystal Cove centuries ago when it was still known as Viper Isle. Reports of people seeing glimpses of deceased sims running around in robes and cloaks just before someone died were recorded in the history books, even if they weren’t taken seriously. A former king had seen his dead brother on a battlefield and spoken with him. This was chalked up to the king’s history of mental illness, even when his son confirmed the story. The next sighting was during the Great Demon War where palace staff claimed to see the recently murdered crown prince of the newly named Blue Viper Isle. When humans defeated the demons intent on expanding their territory beyond the Void, there were whispers about secret meetings held by the queen and long deceased members of the community. The demonic ruler of Strangetown was seen arguing with a man that no one had seen age and had demonstrated mysterious powers through his long lifespan. Strange children enrolled in school and were picked up at the end of the day by people who looked oddly familiar to dead sims. Sometimes these children would display unusual powers of their own but remained tight-lipped on where they’d inherited them.

Over the centuries, these accounts were assumed to be myth. Reaper sightings dropped and the creatures were considered about as real as a unicorn. They were a fantasy cobbled together to help the people endure hardships by imagining a world where their lost loved ones could return to them. Supposed sightings happened every few decades, though few found them credible. It was said that the ruler of a nation was sometimes warned by a reaper of a great peril they could intervene in, though no royal diary had ever recorded such a case.

That was until Queen Claudia had taken the throne. Born Claudia Goldman, the queen had grown up in this humble house with her two loving parents and her little brother, Oliver. To the outside observer, the Goldmans looked like a typical commoner family. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Anna Goldman had been born Princess Anneken Spencer Toyonaga, the crown princess of Twikkii Island and Strangetown. Her husband had been born King Ewan Ben Goldman Siew, the infant ruler of Pleasantview upon his father’s death. Both of them had died incredibly young, Anna as a toddler and Ewan as an infant. Their families had mourned and the line of succession moved on.

Until the day that Claudia and Oliver Goldman were enrolled at the Princess Zarah Royal Academy, their tuition paid for by the queen of Twikkii Island and her ex-husband, the former crown prince of Strangetown. Both children were listed as their grandchildren, even though neither supposed grandparent could list which of their children had created these mysterious grandkids. Pleasantview was ruled by Queen Charlotte II at the time, a ruler installed by a foreign government who hated living in Pleasantview and who was hated by Pleasantview in return. The nobility had salivated to learn that a blood descendant of the last “true” bloodline existed and upon turning eighteen, Claudia completed the first and only peaceful transfer of power in Pleasantview’s history. Claudia Goldman became Queen Claudia Anneken Maricourt Goldman Goss overnight and once again, the living world brushed against the world of the dead for a fleeting moment. Reapers had to be accepted as real creatures to somehow produce this living, breathing genetic successor to two dead sims. In the centuries that would eventually pass, Claudia’s origins would likely be interpreted as metaphorical or as just a myth to support a regime change and reapers would once more disappear into history.

Which was why Jorah could barely contain his excitement. Only a handful of people had knowingly interacted with a reaper, and even fewer had lived to tell skeptical audiences about them. Claudia’s origins could be explained easily enough by genetic tampering and a surrogate pregnancy, true, but there was confidence in the way Claudia held herself when she spoke about her family. As a family man himself, Jorah could see the respect and love she had for her mysterious family members, and Queen Spencer and Prince Vrai had both supported her claim and sponsored her education. You didn’t get royalty to do that unless there was a legitimate reason.

The siblings approached the house cautiously, unsure of what to expect from its inhabitants. Would there be a fight? Would the reapers run away? Would they kill the Durants just for looking for them?

Ulyssa held her breath and dropped to a curtsy as soon as a figure appeared at the door. Beside her, Jorah waved like an idiot.

“Can I help you?” the man asked, looking baffled by his visitors. “Are you selling something? I don’t think we’re interested. Money’s tight these days. But thanks for dropping by.”

Ulyssa dared to rise from her curtsy after a moment had passed and the door hadn’t immediately been slammed in her face. The man had kind eyes and bone white hair and barely looked older than Claudia. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn’t this.

“Your Highness? King Ewan? My name is Ulyssa and I’m married to Queen Maura Siew. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to talk to you if I could. Please don’t kill me or my idiot brother; we don’t mean you any harm or disrespect.”

The man looked visibly confused by this but made no move to reject them.

“Maura’s wife? I don’t think I’ve seen my niece since she was a teenager. Work keeps me busy these days. Come in, come in. Show me pictures of your kids, Claudia says they’re quite cute.”

The Durants slowly moved into the house, closing the door behind them. Was this a joke? Was this a trap? Neither one of them knew what to expect.

“Anna, we have guests! Your sister’s daughter in law stopped by. No, she didn’t bring the kids. I don’t know what she wants. Just come down and find out for yourself.”

“Is your hair white because your ‘job’?” Jorah asked excitedly, trying to remember every detail of the house they were in so he could relive this experience over and over in his mind.

“Uh, no. I inherited it from my father,” the man replied. “It runs in the family, you could say. Who are you exactly? You’re not that Abe that Claudia talks about, are you? With the demon son?”

Jorah shook his head quickly, fascinated by the knowledge these creatures possessed about his tiny settlement. Had they ever been to Arkhelios? Did they ever accept ‘assignments’ there? He had so many questions.

Before Jorah could ask anything else, a knock on the front door interrupted him.

“Mom? Dad? I’m here to pick up Mom’s brownies for the dinner tonight.”

“Wait outside!” the man exclaimed quickly, ushering the Durants out the door to the backyard in a hurry. “Claudia doesn’t like surprise guests. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Grandpa!“

Just as soon as the Durants were shoved out the door, Victoriana rushed in, engulfing her grandfather in a hug.

“Vicki, what a surprise!” the man exclaimed, kissing the little girl. Even through the back door window, Ulyssa could see the deep love the two had for each other. This wasn’t some random person Claudia paid to play her parents, this was a legitimate connection. The man with the white hair had to be King Ewan. A woman descended the stairs who could easily be Claudia’s sister. Both had the same shade of green skin and gently curved ears and a commanding demeanor. With Claudia’s hair dyed black, the two women could have been twins. Both of Claudia’s parents looked like they were no older than thirty which was baffling. Ulyssa’s own father was an elder with grey hair and wrinkles who looked very much his age.

“Do reapers not age?” Jorah asked with awe, clearly noticing the same thing as his sister. “Do they age backwards? Do they have real bodies or do they possess living people? I have to know. This is amazing.”

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? Your brothers will be home within the hour from school,” Anna asked, grabbing a chair to sit next to her daughter. Ewan played with his granddaughter happily, seemingly oblivious to the guests outside.

“I have a meeting, I can’t,” Claudia sighed. “Then another meeting with the witch council right after. I’m hoping that Miruna can keep that one short enough that we can spend some time together.”

“Oliver is bringing a friend home from school,” Claudia’s mother insisted. “At least stay long enough to say hi. You never see your brothers anymore. They miss you just as much as I do. Ewan, tell your daughter to stay for dinner.”

“You heard your mother, “ Ewan laughed. “I’m going to barbecue for our guests, so if you miss your dad’s famous burgers, stick around.”

“That’s not fair,” Claudia complained. “Maybe I can take some on the road. You know I can't turn down one of Dad's burgers. They're almost as good as Grandpa’s."

Ewan laughed, reaching for a plate to put the food on.

"I'll be sure to tell him next time I'm over," he promised. "Though he has the advantage. Cooking with actual food is way harder than shaping energy in the afterlife. So, mine are better by default."

Beside Ulyssa, Jorah was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Did you hear? He admitted it," Jorah exclaimed. "He's a reaper! We're looking at a creature so secretive and rare that we might be the only ones who have seen one this century! Our names are going to be in the history books as witnesses! Even Bigfoot has reliable sightings more than reapers. This is huge!"

"Well, clearly they have people stop by and come home with their kids," Ulyssa pointed out. "They get seen, but no one knows what they are. Even at royal events. Maura says that sometimes they go to functions, but in disguise or something. She's never seen Claudia's parents really. Once in passing supposedly, but nothing else. There's probably tons of reapers floating on the edge of society that we have no idea about. Also, I think that you should probably refrain from calling them creatures. They look human enough to be offended."

"Dad? Do you have company over?"

Ulyssa froze at the question. She hadn't counted on Claudia stopping by when she decided to attempt this mission. She was here getting intel on Claudia, but that would all be compromised if Claudia knew about it. She'd tell Maura and then Ulyssa would have to tell her wife that she emptied her schedule today to play detective with her brother.

"Abort! Abort! We've been made!" Jorah whispered urgently. "Teleport us out!"

"No, we told him who we are," Ulyssa hissed. "We need a cover story. Claudia's going to be suspicious as hell about why we're here. She's going to tell Maura and I'll have to spend three more hours in therapy talking about boundaries."

Without thinking through his plan, Jorah opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen area. He waved awkwardly at Claudia in apology.

"Sorry, we don't mean to intrude," he said confidently, despite not having a single clue of what he was doing. "Ulyssa and I were just visiting. I'm sorry, I was bugging her about getting an autograph from Queen Claudia's parents because I'm such a fan. She told me that it was rude to try, but I was just so desperate. My kids and I collect autographs together and they begged me to add the royal family of Pleasantview to our collection. You're so hard to find accurate pictures of, but you know Maura so I thought-"

"That you'd come bother my family?" Claudia remarked. There were icebergs warmer than the tone of her voice. "Innocent civilians just wishing to exist in peace?"

"Claudia, calm down," Ewan snapped, cutting his daughter off before she could tear into the nervous visitors. "We raised you better than that. You, me and your mom aren't too good to do a favour for a father. What example are you teaching Victoriana? Did you bring your autograph book? I'd be glad to sign it."

Ulyssa froze, frantically trying to think of an excuse to have not brought an autograph book with them, but Jorah just smiled.

"Just the small one," he said, pulling out a thin booklet from his wallet. "I wasn't sure if we'd find you, so I packed light."

Thank god my brother is the biggest dork in the world. Of course he keeps an autograph booklet with him, he pulled one out at the last formal tea we hosted. He's probably not even lying about collecting autographs with his kids. Is that a normal thing for a parent to do? Should I be encouraging my kids with a group hobby? Probably. Just another thing I’m terrible at.

“Hey, do you know how to grill fish? I’m not the biggest fan of fish, but Anna loves it. If you could assist me with that, I’d have no problem helping you get some even rarer signatures,” Ewan suggested, clapping Jorah on the back. “How would your kids like Death’s signature? I could probably grab Life’s too if they’re in a good mood.”

Jorah beamed with enthusiastic joy and waved to his sister as he headed for the barbecue, leaving Ulyssa alone with Claudia and her mother.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #ewan jr goldman #Victoriana Goldman #sim: Victoriana Goldman #claudia goldman #sim: Claudia Goldman #sim: anneken toyonaga #anneken toyonaga #Jorah Durant #ulyssa durant #durant family

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slytherin-girly · 2 years ago

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Shifting/ a Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: slytherin

Blood:half or pure

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{3rd person pov}

I will shift 1.. 2.. 3.. I will shift 1.. 2

. 3.. I will shift 1.. 2.. 3.. Y/n kept thinking to herself sitting in her comfy chair in front of her vanity that her great grandmother had given to her

Y/n was an ordinary girl or so she thought

Y/n had always believed in great witches and wizards ever since she was little

She especially wanted to go to Hogwarts

She kept saying those same words in her head over and over

Until it felt like she was being sucked in somewhere

Next thing she knows, she lands on the ground, cold and hard ground

"Oh my god.. I did it, again" y/n silently cheers

"I need a pair a robes, I'll steal some," she murmurs

Thinking surely no one will ever notice

She grabbed a pair of slytherin robes that just happened to fit her

She had read all about harry potter, watched the movies dozens of times, read the books millions of times

She even took the test, she indeed found out she was a slytherin

She had already shifted a few times here, made some friends

~~~~

"Hey pansy, what's up"

"Nothing, you"

"Nothing"

"Oh hey y/n" draco greeted y/n with a wave walking into great hall

"Hi draco"

They talked and everything the usual

"I'll be right back, I have to go use the bathroom" y/n said scurrying away

Truth was she wasn't going to the bathrooms she was shifting back to her normal, depressing life, in a normal world

She look into her vanity in pansy dorm, since she was kind enough to share with her, and she started shifting

She felt a pull and wham

She was back

~~~~~

"Its been awhile" draco says worry in his voice

They all shrug

"I'll be back." He says going up into pansys dorm, searching for y/n

"Y/n, you in here"

Just then he saw a vanity and he could see... through it..

"What the hell? Y/n?"

"Yes mother why?" Y/n inquires

"No reason"

Y/ns mother left her room

She turned around and look into her vanity noticing that she could she through it..

She saw a familiar blonde headed boy there too

"Draco?"

"Y/n?" What the hell are you doing there?"

"Draco it's hard to explain but I- I shifted to Hogwarts"

"Doesnt really explain this odd sort of vanity does it"

She was about to answer until both her parents barged through her door

"Oh and y/n-" they stopped immediately noticing who she was talking to in the vanity

"I dont think we should hide it from her anymore" her father siad

"Hide what from me?"

"Come y/n" her mother said

She followed them to an old dusty closet

"Y/n, you know how you always loved hogwarts and magic"

She nodded

"Well, it's all exists honey" her mother said

They took out their old hogwarts robes and showed them to y/n

"You're a witch y/n!" Her mother said proudly

"Does this mean I can go to hogwarts?"

"No sense in stopping you now, we have to get all your supplies" her father said

Y/n nodding eagerly

~~~~~

You walked to the train station 9 and 3/4

Y/ns one dream is coming true she can actually come to Hogwarts, and see him

"Draco!" Y/n called out to the blond boy

"Y/n! I missed you!" He engulfed her into a giant hug

"Me too"

~~~~~~

In the end y/n and draco eventually got together with the help of a few shippers anxious for them to get together

They had one son and one daughter, scorpius, and celestia

Turns out y/n was no ordinary girl, she was a witch and she was very proud of it too

#dracomalfoy #draco #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy one shot #harry potter fanfiction #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco x slytherin!reader #draco x reader fluff #draco fluff

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evita-shelby · 2 years ago

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Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 4

M-ish 🔞

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht

(Yes, Guatemalan-Puerto Rican Actress Afria Arjona is my faceclaim for Eva)

Vw: mentions of sex, animal death, previous attempted sexual assault

Gif by @queenlagerthaa

She was born in December 1st 1896 to Henry Smith, the son of an English Romani woman and her Irish Traveller husband, and Isabel Riley, the youngest daughter of an Irish born Mexican war hero and his wealthy Spanish-Mexica wife.

She was supposed to be born December 12th, but someone had wagered ten thousand pesos that her mother could not get the next Pope to baptize her child.

So with the help of castor oil, Eva’s mother’s waters broke inside the Sistine Chapel.

While the circumstance of her birth was no coincidence, the fact that Isabel went into labor underneath God’s Creation of Eve was.

And so, the witch named the only child who inherited her gifts and all the luck in the world ---as well as the money Isabel had won with her cunning---, Eva Leonor Smith Riley.

It was that luck that kept her alive and would keep her so.

“I used to have a cacatúa with feathers like that.” She said as she stroked the feathers on his ankle wings making him groan in arousal and laugh at her words.

Eva was supposed get up and look for her clothes, but then she finally had a chance at touching his wings.

She had felt them brushing against her legs on occasion, hearing them flutter a little when they fucked.

For a moment the witch wondered if he’d take off when he came. This he had laughed at when she told him.

“What happened to it?” K’uk’ulkan asked amused and looking more disheveled than her.

His jewels and accessories had been strewn about when both god and witch gave into their lust and tore each other’s clothes off.

K’uk’ulkan was to be her first and her last, and even if she survived and lived long enough to marry, no man would ever compare to him.

“Got eaten by a black jaguar. My grandmother’s hacienda borders the jungle, and I thought I was doing a good deed by releasing it into the wild.” She answered sheepishly and he chuckled at her anecdote. “A very stupid thing to do, I know, but I was a child of nine.”

And a very odd thing to say to a man when you had done this with the intentions of taking him into your mouth, the witch thinks. Spirits, why was she even telling him this? This was supposed to be just sex.

“If you keep touching my wings like that, you won’t be able to walk for days.” He says so crudely, as if the witch didn’t want that to happen.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Kukul.” She smirked and lifted herself over his chest until she is just a whisper away from his mouth.

He doesn’t like the casual use of the nickname, made her call him Namor as he took her when she struggled to get pronounce his three-syllable name.

“Don’t call me that, wàay.” His hand, warm and calloused like that of a farm hand came to her neck.

She stills, but he doesn’t register that she is not comfortable with that.

Had she been different she would’ve found it erotic.

But she is Eva, and Eva has enough baggage to fill one of her family’s cargo ships.

“The last man who put his hand around my neck ended up with my hunting knife embedded in his skull.” She breathes out and he releases her, his hand moving upwards, to thread itself with her hair and pulling her to his mouth.

She doesn’t mind the hair pulling, not when she gets to pull his in return. His hair is soft, she had expected it to be coarse from the salt, but he had hair as smooth as the dandies who spend thousands of pesos in French hair products.

K’uk’ulkan kissed her deeply, he likes to kiss with tongue, taste her until she must pull him away because she can’t breathe.

He didn’t have such weakness, K’uk’ulkan was more god than man and she was his worshipper, his priestess, his witch.

“You are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” his voice alone is enough to make her come undone; he is as perfect as a lover as he was a stranger.

“You have no idea.”

He leaves without so much as a goodbye, why would he, this had just been them giving into the pull they felt towards each other.

Two lonely souls who have been drawn together just for a perfect moment.

But the witch can’t help but smile when she finds the two-strand pearl necklace forgotten under her silk robe.

#eva smith riley #kukulkan namor #eva x namor #kukulkan x oc #namor x mexican!oc

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writer1queenjaysblog · 2 years ago

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Save the princess

(Ok if you guys don't know about this is a crazy scenario 😂 but my oc Jada has been living a lie all her life she thought she knew about Malleus and herself but like Aurora from sleeping beauty she finds out she's the daughter of the head master of Royal Sword and so after Philip tells her the truth she runs away back Diasomnia dorm and gets her things only to fall into a spell of a spinning wheel on his dorm leader staff that was cast on by Malleus. Royal Sword Academy goes to war with Night Raven College and so..it begins.)

After waking up after fainting Jada wakes up in the nurses station as Jasim and Alex surround her "Princess your alright." "Yes..where am I ?" "Your at Royal Sword everyone went to Night Raven College to talk with the others but I think a fight is happening." Said Jasim.

Jada walked to the car taking her to night Raven and she walked in on the scene.

A fight was happening but now it was up to Jada to fix it. Her and Grim go to fight and help. "Guys stop this!!" "Philip I don't know what's going on with you and Malleus but whatever it is you guys can fix it!" "There is nothing I wish to fix with him especially his guardian!"

"What? Why?" "I know you..I know your true selves Malleus Draconia the descendant of one of the greatest powerful witch of thorns! And her loyal servant Lilia the war criminal."

Her eyes opened in shock looking at Malleus "Malleus..is this true?" "Yes..but I care deeply about you Jada I didn't want you to get hurt or scared of me." "You think she'd love you after the lies you told her?!"

"Lilia you being a war criminal..is that true?" "Yes..it was decades ago!" "Not to mention Crowley had you kidnap his little princess!" "What?!" "Enough!" Said Crowley as if he was hiding something.

"Dad.. what is he talking about?" "Lilia took you when you were a baby under orders of Crowley I did research on him and everyone here apparently he's been watching you all your life.. watching you grow up, your powers grow, and that's why you've been here." "Oh my gosh..wait one of the Great sevens..is she your-?"

"Grandmother and he has been getting his education here and what lucky the mighty Malleus finds love and tenderness in a innocent girl to use to bare the next bloodline." Said Philip as Malleus' eyes glowed in anger.

"How dare you?! I love her!" "That's why you been coming to Royal sword so I wouldn't take your princess who isn't yours away?" "Wait Philip..how do you know this?" "Aurora is my grandmother and I read it in her diary."

Malleus glared at him he saw Jada's face and he couldn't do what he was going to do he looked at her "Malleus..is this true?" "Yes."

"So tell me what were you going to do if she decides to stay with us where she's safe put a curse on her?"

"Philip!" Said Ambrose shocked at his students words "I would never hurt her!" "Malleus I..I can't believe it."

"I'm sorry but your father told me to swear I was to say nothing when you're memories of me, Lilia, and young silver and sebek came I was to simply say that they were dreams."

Tears weld in her eyes "I can't believe it..how could you lie to me especially you dad?! I trusted all of you!"

"I did it to protect you." Said Crowley the other staff was shocked "Sure you were Crowley the ultimate price to pay to become a father was it worth it? The lies, the betrayal of her faith and trust in you? Her memories being washed away, her being stolen from her real adopted father?!"

"Stop!" She yelled as thorn vines came out of nowhere her powers were triggered by the overwhelming emotions she looked around her in shock she ran to Philip crying in his arms he rubbed her back soothing her "I'm sorry my princess.. I'm here for you now." He said looking at Malleus with his sword still in hand "Philip I don't want to be here anymore.. I now want to stay at Royal Sword I have to get my things." Grim walked with her to Diasomnia dorm and got her things she left over after the last time she stayed over with them she saw the spinning wheel and needle and felt something it glowed a dim green she walked towards it.

Grim sees this "Hey Jada? Huh what are you doing stop it! Don't touch that why is that thing glowing?!" He said holding her back "Jada...snap out of it!" It was too late she pricked her middle finger on the needle before falling grim rushed to her "Jada! Oh no Jada wake up!" He panicked running back to the others some were angry and sad Grim screaming caught Lilia's attention "What is it?"

"it's Jada she pricked her finger on the dorm leader staff and fell!" Malleus ran to the dorm "No!" He rushed in the dorm where the students looked at her as some were scared and didn't know what to do but stand "..No no not her!" His powers managed to get to his staff as most dorm leaders their powers are in objects they hold so his anger trigger the power in it "No..oh no."

Lilia said rushing to her side as Malleus held her "Lilia what did I do?!" "It's not your fault Malleus it's not like you did intentionally." "Oh no what have you done?!" Said Philip he tried to get to his princess but Malleus'power kept him from that "Stay away!" He slammed him into the wall "Malleus you must remain calm." Said Lilia silver and sebek came to see her body on the floor silver's heart broke the girl he was falling in love with was gone..or was she in a sleep like state?

"My baby!" Said Crowley Ambrose attended to Philip getting up "She.. is she..dead?" "No! She's alive!" Said Lilia.

Crowley order Royal Sword out but they didn't want to leave but they were out numbered so they had no choice but to leave Philip had one thing in his mind it was revenge. "Once I'm healed we rage war." He said to His brother and Jasim "Are you insane?" "No..I'm getting even."

At Diasomnia dorm Jada laid in a bed like sleeping beauty as Malleus cause a storm of lighting and thunder and dark clouds as this happened the dorm was covered up in vines of thorns "Do not worry my love I'll protect you."

@sanyu-thewitch05 more is to come!

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #royal sword academy #twisted wonderland scenarios

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psylockexs · 2 months ago

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'You know more than you let on...'

Skye was just her middle name. In her younger days, she went by Elizabeth. Elizabeth Skye Goth. Daughter to Cassandra Andrea Goth, pride of the Goth blood line. Or what remained of it.

Centuries back, the Goths were a family that boasted some very powerful warlocks. They sported a range of abilities from simple telekinesis to advanced necromancy. The Goths rubbed elbows with many other notable superhumans like the Vatores and the Embers. However, under all that power and strength, they are just...humans....

Skye: So, would you like something to drink or...?

Nyon: nods in appreciation No thank you. But I must admit, it's nice to see you and your daughter are not alike.

Skye: Heh. I get that a lot. Ramona, she...she's a tiger. Once she has her teeth in something, she won't let go...even if it's killing her...

Nyon: Mm. I hope, as her mother, you won't sit by while she tries to regain something that isn't for her to gain.

Skye: Any other day, I would have called the cops on you. But I would be a fool to deny that Ramona is in over her head.

Nyon: You know more than you let on. What is Ramona hoping to gain from this?

Skye: leans forward Revenge. When she was little, she loved stories about princesses, fairies, dragons. Anything mystical. I will admit, I made the mistake of telling her her grandmother was once a good witch. Even showed her old pictures.

Nyon: And how did you explain your line's fall from grace?

Skye: I would say her gran was tricked by bad people. Tricked by people that were jealous of her gifts.

Nyon: But in reality?

Skye: We were the ones who did the tricking. Ramona is obsessed with vices because it's how we fell from grace. Belladonna Goth got too caught up in her fame as a witch that she traded her identity for mere fame and fortune. Greed nods while thinking. All that power, and yet she fell to the most human emotion of all. Greed. More fame. How much higher could she go.

Nyon: So. You are able to rectify this situation. Are you going to help me do so?

Skye looked at Nyon with a nostalgic smile. He reminded her of her younger days when she discovered her magical heritage.

Skye: How old are you, young man?

Nyon: I'm 17 in two months.

Skye: You bear wisdom greater than your age. I'm monumentally glad you came around and quizzed me like you did. That means I won't have to carry this burden to the other side. You know I'm just a human. I don't have that fancy longevity we used to have. stands up and walks towards a box In fact, I remember when we lost our status.

Skye led Nyon to the TV stand, on which an ornate box stood. It was wooden with intricate carvings on it. Carvings of crows...

Nyon: This box...it's carved with crows.

Skye: Yes, it is. Ironically, it's a box that was given as a reminder of our failure. A woman with draping purple hair and snake-like eyes. I remember those gnarly hands. Those nails. Always had a crow at her side.

Nyon: Morrigan...

Skye: Is that what they call themselves? Seems fitting. Anyway, nods to the box You can take this box, and 20% of what I own will go towards your efforts. Ramona...Ramona isn't fit for this. Promise me you won't allow her to complete her goal.

Nyon: You have my word, Ms Goth. You may be human again, but that doesn't mean you're alone. Ok?

Skye: Thank you, young man.

Nyon took the box and bade farewell to Skye after ensuring she had something to drink herself. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was afraid no one would be able to aid her in saving her daughter, but now...now there was a flicker of hope.

While Nyon was seeking Skye's help, Morgyn woke up with a sore head. Too sore to be normal. He'd been waking up from nightmares all week, and he couldn't think why. Mikhail surely hadn't torn his wards down again; he'd have known if that was the reason. He hadn't eaten anything weird and such.

So what was going on?

'Good. You're finally awake, sunshine...'

#mitsuhide dynasty #sims 4 #story

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collegepack · 2 months ago

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Grandma's Favorite (Part 2) | Daher Kids

tw: racism

After taking her shower and getting in the Christmas pajamas her grandparents had gotten for the family, Amani sat, phone in hand, between her Grandma’s legs as she let her brush out her long crimson hair. She was quiet, still fighting with the new information she found out about her grandmother, while knowing she was the last strong bond her mom’s children had with her.

“Grandma, why does daddy always go on walks when we come to visit?” She asked innocently, looking back to her.

“Well, I’m not quite so sure, baby. He’s never really seemed much like a family man if you ask me,” Grandma Gallagher responded, fixing Amani’s head so she was looking straight again, “Perhaps he just doesn’t like spending that time with us, unfortunately.”

That answer made Amani’s stomach twist. This is what her siblings were talking about. She wasn’t joking, or making light of the situation. This was just her honest opinion about their father. “Oh…okay…” Amani paused before speaking again, “Do you like daddy?”

“You know, I’ve always thought the name Amelie was beautiful, don’t you?” Her grandmother posed a new question instead of answering the one given to her. “I always thought your mom should have named you something a little more…delicate.” She stroked the brush through Amani’s hair a few more times before setting it down and beginning to braid it. “Don’t you like it?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a nice name...but Grandma, why don’t you like daddy?”

“I never said that. What if you started going by Amelie? Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Grandma, I like my name. Why won’t you answer my question? And- and why are you always nitpicking Mari and Zay and Zahra?” She asked this time, pulling away from her grandmother’s grasp on her hair.

“What’s with all the questions, little girl?” Grandma Gallagher snapped, “I see, are the older kids trying to turn you against me? That’s very mature of them,” she sneered. “They’re always on your dad’s side, so of course they’re going to tell you I’m an evil witch.”

“Do you not like them because they’re not white? Cause- Cause I’m not white either! So if you don’t like them for it, you shouldn’t like me for it either.”

“I love all of my grandchildren. Even if all of my grandchildren don’t love me.”

“I didn’t say we didn’t love you-” Amani started but was immediately cut off.

“It was implied, Amani. But thank you for letting me know.” Her grandmother scoffed, standing up from her spot on the floor. “I have been very patient with my daughter’s decisions. She could have married that football player she went on a date with years ago, he’s a professional now, y’know, but I allowed your mother to marry your father instead. I knew I would lose her if I didn’t. I lost all of my grandchildren to your father, and now I’m going to lose you too.” She said, her voice getting louder. Amani flinched at the change in volume, scared of this side to her grandmother that she hadn’t seen before. “Your grandfather was a pilot, you know. He was flying when those Muslim-Arab-terrorists hijacked those planes! Forgive me for not being a little more trusting.”

“Grandma, that’s racist…why are you saying racist things?” Amani pleaded, eyes starting to fill with tears.

“Look, you wanted to ruin Christmas? Here, Christmas is ruined!” It was like she had snapped as she started to take apart the Christmas tree, starting with the popcorn garland that Amani had hand made earlier. She pulled at the embroidery thread holding it together until it snapped, the popcorn falling off of the string.

“Momma!” Amani called, in full tears as she watched her hard work, and relationship with her Grandma, get destroyed.

“Oh, yes, call ‘momma’! Ruin my relationship with my daughter, too!”

“Momma!!” Amani sobbed out again as her Grandma threw ribbons and garland and ornaments on the floor.

Within a few seconds, Rosie was running into the living room, eyes wide as she saw her mother, “Daddy! Daddy, come get mom!” She quickly ran over to Amani, pulling her close and letting her cry.

“Ungrateful! All of my grandchildren! So. Un. Grate. Ful!” Her mother spat, tearing the star off of the top of the tree.

“Mom! Stop!” Rosie yelled, noticing everyone else filing down the stairs to see what the commotion was. Her dad ran down the stairs first, immediately running over and restraining his wife. Amir followed soon after, joining Rosie on the floor with Amani.

“Ted! Let me go! I’ll show this little girl what a bad grandma looks like! I’m taking back all of the presents I got you!” She yelled at Amani.

“Mother!” Rosie demanded, standing up and looking her in the eye. “If you keep this up, I’m going to call the cops!”

With a sniffle, Amani stood up from the floor, also facing her grandmother, “Grandma! You don’t get to hurt my family anymore! They’ve done nothing wrong, and- and they don’t need to turn me against you! Because you just did!”

“Amani-” Amir warned, calling her back to him. She listened, rejoining him on the floor, while Grandpa Gallagher escorted his wife into the kitchen to calm down.

Rosie stood in the living room, looking at the mess around her. Decorations and pine needles covered the floor. Amani sat, sobbing into Amir’s chest. The rest of her kids stood on the staircase, in awe of the fight that just occurred before them. It was so overwhelming. It was so tiring. Rosie was just so…tired.

“Mommy?” Amani offered, pulling away from her dad.

“That’s it,” she sniffled, “That’s it. I’m done. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.” Rosie stormed back up the stairs, trying to hide her sobs as she did so.

“Momma…” Isaiah frowned as Rosie pushed past him.

Marina looked over at Santiago who stood next to her on the stairs, “I’m sorry this is the Christmas you had to see…” She ran down the stairs and over to Amani, pulling her into a tight hug. Amir took this opportunity to run up to Rosie, giving Amani a kiss on the head before he left.

“Thank you, Mani… You really stood up to her when the rest of us couldn’t. I’m so proud of you,” Marina said with a soft smile. As she held her, Isaiah and Zahra followed behind, joining the hug.

#{{ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 }}#{{ amani nadia }}#{{ isaiah alexei }}#{{ zahra yasmin }}#{{ marina sofia}}

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