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It’s time for our third event! This month’s theme is winter & holiday! You can submit fics, ficlets, imagines, headcanons, etc. pertaining to this theme anywhere between today, December 11th, 2020 and January 1st, 2021. Happy holidays and happy writing!

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There is no limit to how many entries you may submit.

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@moonlitcoven​ ━ event no. 2   (original characters)

first off, i am VERY LATE!!! today is the last day for this event and it’s literally 8pm est. so once again i have procrastinated until the end!!

second, this is my harry potter oc genevieve!! her full name is genevieve lucille fawley (face-claim: chloe bridges), and she’s a love interest for harry in a fic that i will probably never publish despite the fact that i do love gen v much!!

she’s an aspiring journalist who meets harry in fourth year after he’s interviewed by rita skeeter. BASICALLY, gen looks up to rita bc she’s a prominent woman in the field of journalism and she wants harry to tell her everything about what it was like to meet her. but of course rita’s actually horrible and harry accidentally breaks gen’s little journalist heart by saying so. 

but from there they become friends and gen helps him with the tasks and stuff. and they go to the yule ball together as “friends” even though they DEFINITELY both like each other!! and then things go from there as they always do. i have a lot of ideas regarding her but i don’t want to share too many of them in case i do end up writing a fic.

also fun fact: i made another oc who’s related to gen. it’s her aunt named lucille (aka where gen’s middle name comes from), who’s an auror (& former hufflepuff house member) who has a lil thing with either remus lupin or sirius black depending on how i’m feeling that day!! but gen definitely looks up to her aunt a lot!!

also!! the layout of this post is vv much inspired by @carolinesbookworld​‘s post for this same event. 

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LAST DAY to post about your OC!

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Our second event begins! This month’s theme is original characters, and we’re challenging you to make content regarding your OCs, whether they are fandom-related or exist in an original universe of yours altogether. You can submit any type of entry you want — fics, stories, moodboards, artwork, playlists, headcanons, etc. — any time between now, Tuesday, November 3rd, and Tuesday, December 1st.

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• Original Characters •

@moonlitcoven Event: 002

This is Samantha (she goes by Sam). She is my OC for pretty much anything so this is a general moodboard for her. I've thought about making a moodboard for each story i have her in, but that would take a while.

Her name is not always Sam because I change it based on each story's setting. She has been Sam, Coralie, Ronalia, and many more over the years but she is one character who has the pleasure of living many lives in my stories. I also use her as my reader-insert because I have a weird aversion to using my own name for fanfiction.

Face claim is Imogen Poots. As with her name, Sam's eye and hair color changes quite often, depending on the story, but this is how I generally picture her.

I hope to one day finish writing the story in which she first appeared, and if I do, maybe I will post it to my Wattpad...we'll see :)

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Masterlist: Moonlit Coven Event; Original Character

━━━•✦.✧. Author’s Note.✧.✦•━

Greetings and salutations! I guess this will be my… “debut” of sorts for this group. I’ve decided to set up a masterlist for the content I post for this event!

Sorry it took so long to get this done!

Thank you @moonlitcoven​ for putting this event out!

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Introducing…

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about

Our second event begins! This month’s theme is original characters, and we’re challenging you to make content regarding your OCs, whether they are fandom-related or exist in an original universe of yours altogether. You can submit any type of entry you want — fics, stories, moodboards, artwork, playlists, headcanons, etc. — any time between now, Tuesday, November 3rd, and Tuesday, December 1st.

rules

This event is not mandatory. You are under no obligation to participate if you don’t want to.

There is no limit to how many entries you may submit.

Please keep all images SFW.

You may either submit your entry to us directly or tag us in your creation/tag the post with #moonlitcoven

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hi i was wondering if i could join? my name is keira (pronouns she/her) and i write for marvel, doctor who, harry potter, umbrella academy and maybe more in the future depending what else i get obsessed with :)

Of course you can join! We love getting new people! Welcome to the fam!

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Hii i'm Luna. Pronouns : She/Her. I write for harry potter and hunger gamess

Hi, Luna, welcome to the gang!

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Name: Lovise - Pronouns: She/They - Fandoms I Write for: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - (and this is my writing blog!) -

Nice to meet you! Welcome to the crew, Lovise!

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Promised Part 9 - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.3k

Part 9 - Never trust a Snake

Tom’s dorm was the nicest one you had ever seen in Hogwarts. Single bedrooms were offered to head boys and girls only, as a further reward to their title. His room was the size of a normal five-bedroom, but instead of four additional beds, it was furnished with a welcoming couch, a nice wooden desk and chair, a fireplace and provided overall much more space. It wasn’t located next to the other dorms either, which had its virtues and disadvantages. The good thing was that you didn’t have to walk through the hallway of all the Slytherin boys’ dorms to get there. The bad thing was that Tom’s room was right next to Freda’s, so you had seen her a couple more times than you had wanted to. She had never said anything though and usually stomped off right away, brows knitted and red in the face.

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the light. (1)

pairing: fred weasley x reader (post-war) (fred lives au, obviously)

word count: ~4.3k

warnings: uhh this part is kind of sad?? next part will be fluffier tho. soulmate au (although the soulmate part is pretty much entirely in part 2). kind of cheesy bc apparently that’s my specialty now. fred only has one leg, but he’s alive so that’s what counts. also dead mom. not fred’s mom, reader’s mom.

a/n: dedicated to karli!! named after the sara bareilles song because i can do that. also, for this fic to make sense, just know off the bat that reader didn’t go to hogwarts. not sure if homeschooling is a thing in the hp universe, but i’m making it one for this. 

ps: there’s gonna be a part two n maybe a part three bc this started getting vvv long!! thank u love u.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) decides, in this moment, that she’s either very lucky, or she’s about to make the worst decision of her life. At this particular time, she’s not sure which it will be. All she knows is that she needs a job, kind of badly, and this place is hiring. By their own admission (aka a plea scrawled in red marker on a help wanted sign), they’re hiring desperately. (Y/N) takes this to mean that there’s a chance it could be the worst job she’ll ever have, but at least it’s a job. And, truthfully, she does need one unless she wants to drain all of her savings just to get by.

Plus, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes doesn’t look like an unpleasant place by any means. She figures that, as with any job involving customers, there’ll probably be days where she wants to seriously hurt someone, but at least she expects that. And, for what it’s worth, she thinks it can’t be any harder than being an Auror, which can be literally life-threatening at times. Then again, when she was an Auror she’d mostly been able to hex the people who were pissing her off. She’s not so sure that the same thing applies in customer service.

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all yours : poe dameron x reader

Word Count: 1.1k+ (this was supposed to be 500 words rip)

Request: “Hi! I’m ___’s girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. Ever heard of me?” and “Hey. You’re mine.” with Poe pretty please? — anon

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, bad writing, the usual!

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The cantina was crowded, filled with the sounds of overjoyed Resistance members celebrating a rare moment where the war and the threat of the First Order was almost completely forgotten, placed on the back burner while the galaxy sat calm and quiet for a time. The drinks were strong, the food greasy but better than anything they had on base, and the music from the band was loud — the perfect atmosphere for letting loose, for dropping responsibility. For just taking a break.

Poe knew he should be enjoying it while it lasted. Nights like this were few and far between. He should be laughing and joking around with his squadron, with you.

But he was losing his mind.

Poe Dameron was losing his kriffing mind and if he had to spend another second watching that stupid, ignorant, asshole mechanic, a new recruit who had only been on the job for a week, flirt with his girl, he was gonna snap completely and it wouldn’t be pretty.

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“Is this how you thought your life would be?” with fo!poe? congrats on 2.5k!! you deserve it and so much more! <3

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Poe’s back was facing towards you, his eyes set out the viewport in front of him, though they were unfocused, almost glazed over. He’d been quiet for some time, unmoving. The somber feeling that hung in the air made the silence anything but comfortable, and you wanted to reach out, put your hand on his shoulder and comfort him but you didn’t know how he’d react.

And truth be told you didn’t think he deserved it.

Killing had always been easy, a necessity in the midst of war, but this time he’d gone too far. Even he could admit that.

But it hadn’t really been his choice. It wasn’t his choice at all and if he’d had a say in it, they never would have been on that desolate planet to begin with.

The haunting screams of innocent villagers still rang in his ears, making his chest contort with an unfamiliar tightness.

It was a planet so small, in a nearly forgotten corner of the outer rim. Kylo Ren thought the Resistance had been hiding there, after an anonymous tip that everyone was now beginning to believe was all just a major setup.

Ren had been angry, of course he’d been angry. He’d always had such a volatile temper.

But he’d taken his anger out on those poor villagers — people who had zero clue as to why the First Order was even there to begin with. They hadn’t been hiding anything because there was nothing there to hide.

And when he’d given Poe the order to kill them all, to burn the village to the ground until nothing remained, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to do it but he knew that his refusal would cost him his life, and the village would still go up in smoke.

But at least then he could’ve died with what little conscious he had still intact.

There had been no point in those killings, it had meant absolutely nothing. It was just plain murder fueled by rage, it had nothing to do with the war or fighting for what they believed was right.

All that blood, it was just red.

He should’ve said no.

“Is this how you thought your life would be?” you asked quietly, not able to stand the silence anymore. “When you joined the Order, is this what you had in mind?”

Poe still didn’t move. For a moment, you thought he might not have heard you, and you hesitated for just a second before turning on your heel with a small shake of your head, ready to leave him to his thoughts when you heard the fabric of his uniform rustle.

The simple answer to your question — no. No, it wasn’t how he imagined his life would go. It wasn’t what he dreamed about when he was a small boy. He’d dreamed of X-Wing’s, not TIE’s. Orange instead of black. Light instead of dark.

But that dream had been taken from him. The Resistance had taken everything from him before he could even comprehend the true meaning of loss.

All that blood. His mother’s blood.

“Darling, it’s only ever been red.”

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Flowers In Your Hair ➳ Prologue

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Summary: Growing up, Bill Weasley couldn’t stand the girl who lived down the way. She was too enthusiastic, too awkward, too desperate. What a tragedy it is to lose something you weren’t aware you were blessed to have. ‘Cause it’s a long road to wisdom, but it’s a short one to being ignored.

Words: 242

Originally posted: two years ago on @beskarjedi​ (I never got around to posting any other parts back then, but I will be continuing the series now.)

There are moments in life that change everything.

Your mothers’ voices overlapped, asking questions that had already been answered a hundred times today. Have you fed your owls? Are you sure you packed your robes? Molly fussed over Bill’s newly cut hair, and your mother tightened your braids once again. When they were done, Bill’s mother shoved paper lunch bags at each of you, and yours handed you both little sacks full of coins.

Often, you don’t see them coming.

A conductor reminded everyone that the train would be leaving in five minutes.

“Remember,” said Arthur, “no matter which house you get sorted into—”

“You’ll be proud of us,” you and Bill finished in unison. He’d told you this over and over again all summer. There were wonderful qualities about each house, and you were both fantastic children with good hearts, and your houses would bring out the best in you.

Sometimes, you don’t even realize they’ve happened until long after they’ve occurred.

You turned to Bill. You wore your usual smile, though it held more nervousness than normal, which seemed fitting, as this was the first day of the rest of your lives.

“Would you like to sit together?” You asked. A blush crossed your face, and you quickly added, “you know, since we don’t know anyone else ‘n’ all.”

Bill shook his head. “No thanks,” he answered.

Occasionally, it takes even longer to realize how much you regret them.

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Hi! Can I ask for angsty Specer Reid with reader working as a medic? They dont see each other lately, mostly because his gf avoiding him, because they are both stressed of work so every discussion end with fight so in the end reader is insecure of herself and not sure if she is good enough for him. She starts overwork herself more to improve her skills and satisfaction,forgetting about proper sleep and meals. And during their next fight she just pass out in front of him making him extremaly 1/2

“2/2 extremaly guilty and frustrated because being occupied by his own work and life he doesnt even notice struggles of someone who he dearly love and care for. Sorry for such long and detailed request! I hope it doesnt bother you! Thank you so much nad have a great day!”

Busy Schedules - Spencer Reid

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author’s note: hi omg this request came really easy! i really hope this lived up to your expectations @ anon <3 and i hope you all enjoy it! im already working on another request so yay ❤️ i had said 3 fics this summer and this is my fourth one <3 cute!

disclaimer: a bit angsty!! and also talking about like reader not taking care of themselves all that great, like forgetting to eat && reader passes out so if that’s something that upsets you, please do not read it!! GIF NOT MINE

pairing: spencer reid x reader

wordcount: 1,976

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had last seen your boyfriend, but before the argument that had transpired a few hours ago, you knew that it had been several days since the two of you last spoke. Both of your work schedules took up a large portion of your life and during the beginning of knowing Spencer that was a huge wedge in the two of you actually starting a relationship. But you two later on found out that it didn’t matter how long it took for you two to have time together, because when you did it was like magnets linking together. There was a domestic routine to your very busy lives when you were alone, like adding the final puzzle piece, everything just clicked.

Or it had been, the last few months having a decrease in employees and you having to pick up extra shifts at the hospital, had left you next to no time for yourself. And the time you did have off, Spencer was always away on a case. The last couple of times you were irritable from work, and just missing your boyfriend and it ended with the two of you arguing, it never failed.

You’d end up crying from frustration and exhaustion and Spencer would find himself nursing a bottle of beer with Morgan. Something he never did before, and it was quickly becoming a bit of a habit for him.

Your head was pounding as you woke up, it was eleven pm and your throat felt insanely dry. You looked for a cup of water, but of course there was none. You were never good at looking after yourself. Spencer always told you that and you felt tears well up in your eyes, you missed him so much. The crying mixed with the headache worsened everything you were feeling and you began to feel dizzy. If you were being honest you couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper meal, you had been surviving off granola bars and black coffee. That with working nearly 100 hours a week, it was definitely starting to take a toll on you.

You sat up and realized what had woken you up, there was knocking on your main door. You trudged slowly to your front door, still feeling dizzy as you tried to focus on the figure through the peephole. Even with your vision being blurry you could tell it was Spencer.

You quickly opened the door, which you shouldn’t have feeling the way you were. You felt all your blood rush down and felt a cold shiver run down you. You really needed to get something solid into your system. But with Spencer’s demeanor you could tell you wouldn’t be eating anything for some time, he was tense, eyes burning and you wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even your fault the two of you were angry.

But you couldn’t even bring yourself to do it, you were so exhausted. You let him in and he brushed past you, pacing through your living room. “Spencer I’m really tired, can we just do this tomorrow? I don’t feel good.”

You knew he didn’t even hear you, he was in his head and from the smell of beer on him you could tell he had been drinking. He wasn’t drunk, but you knew he was a lightweight, so anything he drank would have him more there than here.

You walked towards him, mainly to get him to stop because his pacing was making you feel that the room you were in was spinning. But he moved from you just before you reached him and it caused you to stumble forward, barely catching yourself against the rest of the couch. You had to close your eyes to try and stabilize yourself. “Can you stop trying to push me away?”

“Well you do it, why can’t I?”

He was being childish, you both knew it. “Spencer I’m not doing that, if you feel that way trust me when I say it’s not intentional.”

You muttered something under your breath, you probably shouldn’t have but it slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. “That’s not fair! I deserve days off with my friends as well!”

“I never said you didn’t, Reid.”

He knew you were angry, you only ever used his last name when you were, but he was angry too and he was glaring at you. “Well then it’s not fair for you to say that I decided to hang out with my friend over you.”

“Did you not? I think it’s been over a month since we’ve seen each other, you see them everyday and we both finally had a night off together and you decided to go out with them, people you see everyday! I feel like I’m not even part of your life anymore.”

Your breathing was labored and rough, you could feel yourself coming in and out of consciousness and could barely focus on the words leaving Spencer’s mouth before everything went black.

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Spencer himself did not register what was leaving his mouth as he saw your body going limp, any bit of anger or alcohol leaving his system that very second. He instinctively caught you before your head hit the floor and he was frantically calling out your name. He hated how pale your skin went and how your lips weren’t as red as they normally were. You looked frail and he laid your head on the floor to go look for a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol, when he was looking around your apartment he noticed that the only dirty dishes in your dishwasher were coffee cups and there were scattered granola bar wrappers and nothing else. He sighed through his nose as he realized that’s all you’ve been eating. Much like him, people always said he never took care of himself but he was so good at taking care of you. And he knew you weren’t. He was frustrated at the thought of you two arguing during the little time you had for each other so he decided to go out with Derek and Emily instead. But he quickly realized he shouldn’t have, he really hadn’t seen you in a month, two days, thirteen hours and 54 minutes. And that turned into an argument. He wanted to slip into your apartment while you were asleep, lay down with you and cook you breakfast and have the two of you slip back into your routine. He knew all the frustration and anger was from not seeing each other and now you were passed out on your living room floor and he felt so guilty.

Guilty for not going over after a case, when he really could’ve, guilty for not checking in more. He was your boyfriend and he could’ve been doing more. You were still laying on the floor and he lifted your head onto his lap, brushing the alcohol filled cotton ball under your nose and letting a watery laugh leave his chest as he saw the color come back to you. He was so relieved he was able to wake you up, and since you didn’t hit your head he knew you didn’t need more medical attention. Plus he knew you’d hate it. “Honey, c’mon let me help you into bed.”

“My head feels so heavy.” It was a tiny whimper and Spencer felt his heart ache at how confused your voice was. His hand brushed softly against your cheek, you were colder than he liked for you to be, you sent him a smile, your eyes still closed.

You began to get up and Spencer helped you towards your bedroom, bringing you a cup full of water after he had laid you in bed. He let you slip back into bed as you sunk into the comforters around you. His fingers were lightly brushing through your hair, your face was scrunched up in discomfort and he knew if you didn’t get anything into your system, you’d wake up feeling worse.

He slipped out of your bedroom and walked into your kitchen, he found eggs and bread and decided that this would do. Toasting the bread and spreading butter on it as he waited for the egg to finish cooking. His thoughts causing him to spiral, he still felt so guilty.

As quickly as he could he had everything cooked and was once again walking back towards your bedroom. Your arms were spread out and your hair was in your face, your color fully restored. He left the food on the cabinet by your bed and slipped into bed with you once more, pulling you onto him. Your arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his chest and your face tucked into neck. You stilled in his arms and then quickly pushed yourself away, “Spencer?”

“Who else?” He laughed quietly, but the worry began to set in him to see your confused expression. “Are you okay? Do you remember anything?”

You looked sad and just slumped back into bed, staying close to him but not wrapping yourself around him, “Yes, but I thought it was just a bad dream.”

He took your arms and wrapped them around himself, bringing you in as close as he could as he pressed kisses to your forehead, which you had only just noticed was pounding. “You scared me out there.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Spencer laughed and began to rub small circles on your back, “What have I told you about making sure you eat breakfast and lunch? What if I wasn’t around and you would’ve hit your head, or you would’ve passed out while driving?”

Spencer’s chest had begun to rise and fall heavily with the prospect of something far worse happening to you if he hadn’t been around, the guilt eating him up.

You grumbled out quietly, “I was going to eat something after letting you in, but you looked upset and I knew we needed to talk.”

You both stayed silent and when you looked up at him, his eyes were already trained on you, he let you speak first. “I am really sorry, I know you deserve to go out with your friends and I obviously know spending time with them outside of work is different than when you’re at work. I was just really tired, the shift was long and I missed you. And I took it out on you and I’m sorry.”

There were tears streaming down your eyes and you wiped them away quickly, “It’s hard having the jobs that we do.”

“I’m sorry too, I think I was still upset about what happened a few days ago and I didn’t want to spend the time that we did have arguing and I opted for going out instead of being here. But I’m still mad at you.”

You laid your head on his chest so you were no longer looking at each other, “You can’t be living off granola bars and coffee.”

“I just forget! I don’t do it on purpose.”

“I know, but for both of our sakes, I need you to sit up and eat.”

You perked you at his words and sat up quickly, causing the room to start spinning again. “Take it easy.”

Before he could reach for the plate you pulled him to you, pressing a few kisses to his lips, “You know I love you right?”

He mumbled quietly against your lips before pressing a kiss to your nose, “I love you too.” He continued to cover your face in soft kisses, only stopping to rub his nose against yours gently, “I missed you.”

“I did too.” He pressed one more kiss to your lips before grabbing the plate, he didn’t let you move from your place until you finished everything.

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Think About You | Bucky Barnes

hello friends :) well, it has been awhile since I last posted. honestly, at least a year. maybe two. however, I’m trying to get back into writing :) this is something short and sweet I wrote a long time ago and I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry for the incredibly long hiatus and I’m excited to start interacting with you guys again :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader (3rd Person) Word Count: 1,104 Genre: fluff Prompt: n/a Warnings: TW: s*xual a*use/a*sault. this does NOT take place in the fic nor is there anything that alludes to it. lyrics from a band with a former member that was accused of such sparked my inspiration for this fic. A/N under the cut explaining further. 

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