#AND HAVE ONLY KNOWN THE TWINS FOR LIKE. A FEW DAYS MAX??

[pwurrz]

every day i fight for my life on twitter as stupid people who would fail even the simplest media literacy test slander and bastardize childe’s character

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ nicoles masterlist

(to keep track of all my fics..)

MULTIPLE DRIVERS SERIES:

double dealing:

street racers!au - verse/smau/short fic

formula racing is luxurious and lucrative, everyone knows that.

but what most people don't know about is the secret races that are bet on with hand signals and whispers over radios in the dark. the double dealing. somehow, you have fallen right in.

el matador y la matadora:

sainz!sister fic

f1 academy has been dominated by Valeria Sainz for two seasons. Between beating every expectation and leading her friends to victory, the younger Sainz sibling is a perfect echo of her brother. But, when George is knocked out for a few races mid season, and she’s moved up from a Mercedes reserve, the two Sainz siblings might be the only thing that can stop total Red Bull domination.

But not everyone wants to see the praise of the Sainz siblings, and will do whatever it takes to bring them down.

akin to a pride:

F2 driver!oc

Reina 'Little Lion' Matsumoto is known for her reckless driving on the track, earning her the nickname she shares with a certain 3x WDC. Off the track, however, she's known for being bubbly, bright, and kind. When she's reached out to by F1 about joining their new 'Siblings Mentorship,' a program that will pair her with a 'similar F1 driver' as her mentor for the upcoming season, she fully expects Daniel or Lando.

Her surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen, and though she thinks they won't be that much alike off track, she's quick to find it's quite the opposite. Reina learns she needs someone who understands what shes going through to lean on, and Max learns that sometimes healing comes in breaking a cycle that's not your own.

LANDO NORRIS

-- MARKETING PLOY (SERIES/COMPLETED)

brothers best friend, fake dating trope — smau/short fic

Everyone can see the growing tensions between Red Bull and McLaren as Lando gears up to be the next best driver under Max. The publicity of it all causes a slight issue… the people want more drama. They need more drama. So, McLaren and Red Bull make a deal—Olivia Piastri, the head analyst of Red Bull, has to pretend to date her brother’s teammate. And she can’t tell anyone it’s not a real relationship.

-- GRIPPED : UPCOMING (SERIES)

teaser! // rom-com style — smau/short fic

OSCAR PIASTRI

looking in a mirror

with porsche making a new f1 team, two new drivers enter the grid. meet the pearce siblings, rhys pearce who's been racing with charles and max since their rookie days, and his baby sister y/n 'daisy' pearce who has been sponsored by sebastian vettel since she started with logan and oscar.

when porsche chooses to separate the siblings, allowing mclaren to recruit rhys, they bring in oscar piastri and by extension, mark webber. it goes as well as most expect it to when mark and sebastian have to try and work together for their drivers' sake.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

drunk walk home

max x teammate!reader - short fic

Your relationship with your teammate is non-existent at best. It’s not because Max doesn’t like you, actually, it’s the opposite. Your sunshine persona had the man liking you too much. To keep your positions as drivers safe he keeps a wide berth, until he spots your ex-boyfriend getting a bit too rough with your tipsy self at a bar in Monaco..

wing damage (SERIES)

max x influencer!horner!reader - short fic/smau

Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.

CHARLES LECLERC

christmas in monaco

brothers best friend trope — short fic

You are Charles Leclerc’s best kept secret. Twin of his best friend, a racing prodigy, and his secret girlfriend of two years. The first six months had been secret, just to make sure you’d actually survive a relationship, but then Max said something to Charles that made the idea of ever telling him impossible. So you end up here, half in your brothers apartment half in your soon to be fiancés, trying to celebrate two Christmases in one day.

LOGAN SARGEANT

all american bitch

popstar!reader — smau and short fic

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

out of the woods

ferrari!reader - smau/short fic

After a short break during her time as a Ferrari reserve driver, loud-mouthed driver Dhanishka Dubey resurfaces when she moves up to f1 under Ferrari. She’s back to terrorize her ex, none other than Logan Sargeant when she conquers him once again this season, just like before, just like always.

But when faced with your first love, and your only love, it's hard to let those feelings past. Especially when a relationship was prematurely ended, especially when she's everything you aren't, especially when you never got over his love.

marry me

childhood friend!reader - short fic

you and logan have danced around dating since you had met all those years ago. An impulsive kiss may lead to a big jump in your relationship

cloud circuit

business owner!student!reader - short fic/smau

Y/n Tiffany has always been a woman just outside of Logan's grasp. But a chance encounter at a bus stop and a new neighbor prove maybe somethings are meant to be. As long as he doesn't figure out her real name.

[bwoahtastic]

I'm a sucker for Nico/Toto and for Seb/Kimi and really like this new take on them with Seb as Toto's son from his first marriage being really upset when Toto begins dating Nico, who is Seb's age 😭

I love the drama of Seb finding out about Toto and Nico at a very unexpected time too. Maybe he hadn't even known that Toto was seeing anyone, or just knew that his dad was seeing someone but not who, because Toto wasn't ready to introduce them yet. But then one night Seb and Kimi go out for a date night. They work hard to make time for themselves as a couple because it can be difficult with twins to actually have a romantic night out, and they do love each other so very much.

They're at the restaurant and are so shocked when they see the door open and Toto walks in with Nico. Obviously Seb is horrified because that's his dad on a date with someone who cannot be much older than him. Kimi is the only thing keeping Seb from storming over and confronting Toto, and he persuades Seb to sit and watch Toto and Nico on their date to see how they act, as they can see Toto and Nico but they can't see Seb and Kimi.

Seb spends the entire evening fuming as he watches Nico and Toto's date, but he gets properly angry several days later when Toto is round to play with Max and Charles, who adore their grandpa, and Toto lies to him about the date and about Nico

Plsss! Seb and Kimi out on a date night while the twins are with the babysitter (seb already thought it was weird Toto said he couldn't watch the kiddos)and suddenly Toto comes in with a young Omega on his arm anf they only have eyes for each other and don't notice Seb glaring at them lolol. Kimi manages to keep Seb calm but Swb is quite upset Toto never said anything snd that Nico is so young...

Seb sulking a lot which isn't great for date night but Kimi sighs and let's him cos he knows his drama queen og a husband well lol. When they go home he just makes Seb snuggle the twins to cheer up again! Kimi gives max and Charles a wink and they know they need to be extra adorable foe momma lol!

A few days later, Toto visits for a dinner like every week and lil Maxy asks why grandpa couldn't babysit them! And Toto lies saying he had to work and Seb flips out and snaps he saw Toto out for dinner with some blond bimbo! Must be a gold digger too!

Toto being surprised and a little flustered, which tells Kimi that Toto is quite serious about his date but Seb is just angry and doesn't notice.

Toto calmly telling Seb he has been seeing Nico for a few weeks now but thst he hadn't been ready to tell Seb because he was afraid of his reaction. Yes, Nico is a lot younger but Toto loves him and he hoped Seb could be supportive...

[dxsole]

1 , 2 , 20 and 14 !

🫂 OOC ASKS | Not Accepting

ONE. Which muse is the easiest to write?

Didi. No contest. It's not so much because she's my oldest muse (Jasper came right after her and to this day I find some difficulty writing him!) but because in some weird way, Didi and I have a lot of overlap in initial approach to things. I, am normal though, and would not actually act on many of the initial reactions I would have because I have self control. Didi, on the other hand, has zero self control. Didi is very much my lizard brain so it's just a matter of following what my first thought is and just...max out the dial.

TWO. Which muse is most likely to go to jail?

Many of my muses deserve to be caught for their crimes, however, only a few of them have actually ever been to jail and may go again because of their nature. Firstly is Dude, who is specifically a convenience store robber and repeat offender. He's even gone back to steal from previous places he's hit and is relatively well known throughout his area. He gets picked up a lot. Buck is also one who will most likely end up back in jail as he refuses to stop conning and while he's a relatively good conman, anything can happen on a job. Sometimes he's recognized from past cons, his fake identity is put into question, or someone is just a little too savvy to fall for a con. Viola is currently incarcerated, but in a state-run psychiatric hospital. Were she ever to be released into the public, even after rehabilitation, she would most likely end up right back; Viola's PTSD and very naive view on society and human connection has actually made it very unlikely for her to be able to integrate safely with the public. She'd be set off too easily. Anton is also going to jail in his canon. He's very aware of the fact that he cannot continue killing undetected forever— that being said, it's also in his canon to escape. So there's that. All other muses with highly illegal tendencies are either too smart to get caught (Deacon, Missy, Esme, The Columbary, and 85), their crimes are completely unknown/unlinked to law enforcement (Yasmin, Sister Sable, Philo, Mikail, The Peck siblings, Roy De Winter, and The Delvecchio Twins), are too rich and/or influential to make a move on (Lawrence), or would never allow themselves to be captured without doing something drastic (Truman, Lyssa, Angus, and Corbin).

FOURTEEN. What sort of YouTube channel would your muses have?

Out of all my muses that would actually take the time to make and create content for a YouTube channel, here are the stats: Whip - Book reviews to market his true crime book store. He's long-winded, not especially flashy, but his regular customers are big fans. Vicente - A lot of celebrity stuff. He's a well know model and new time music producer, so there's a breadth of genres touched upon, such as behind the scenes shorts at the recording studio, promotional clips of concerts of artists he's helped produce, sneak peaks of modeling shoots he's working on, a lot of Q&A's, work out videos, etc. He has tons of followers. Sister Sable - She's now a famous musician so obviously there are her songs, music videos, promotional videos for merchandise, a few videos of her announcing upcoming shows and projects, etc. Also has tons of followers, many strange and obsessive. Philo - Literally him talking about anything and everything, tends to lean towards reviews for tools, rants about movies, similar to his video diary but obviously not focused on him. They're almost always shot from his phone. Yes, he's still in the mask. He has about ten followers that he cherishes. Michi - Short paint process videos, her talking about upcoming shows and projects, astral projection how-to's, random, homemade music videos, choreography for her interpretive dance numbers, a few actually professional interviews she's done for local publications. Has a good amount of followers but as she'll tell you, the numbers don't matter to her. Harrison - He doesn't have a lot of videos nor a lot of followers but his students convinced him to do it. It's mainly cooking and baking videos, seeing as he makes them mostly because his students asked him to prove that he was really the one making all the treats he brought in. Hank - Gaming videos. Lots of them. He's got a great setup and a pretty good personality for it, he can be charismatic behind the screen. Tries not to curse because his mom watches the videos sometimes.

TWENTY. Which muse would investigate the scary noises? which one would hide?

Investigators: Zeynep, Willoughby, Whip, Wendi, Walter, Thoth, Rusty, Philo, Norm, Malachi, Lochlan, Kidd, Beau, Roy, Deacon, Grus, Apus, Calisto, Anton, and Jasper. Hiders: Viola, Truman, The Spot, Sister Sable, Father Simon, Michi, Lyssa, Levi, Jessamine, Gideon, Evgeni, Dude, Donny, Cam, Buck, and 85. Those who are vacating the vicinity immediately: Yasmin, Vicente, Shuff, Setau, Opaline, Mikail, Knox, Irena, Hank, Freida, Pris, Corbin, Cygnus, Aquila, Cesaré, Barnaby, and Lázaro. Those telling the noise to fuck off: Waylon, Sloan, Reaper, Penjani, Nadia, Missy, Mara, Leslie, Lawrence, Harrison, Esme, Rico, Renata, Pavo, Corvus, Chet, Beatrix, and Didi. The cause of the scary noise: Victor, Ozzie, Iona, Gyles, Ayumu, and Angus. The one guy who did not hear the scary noise and also the only one who can defeat it: Hugo :3

[hargrove-mayfields]

Hargrove-Mayfield-Hopper-Scott Siblings AU (Part 2/2)

Just kidding about the last moodboard guys! Haha they were just being silly, they’re actually all fine!

And speaking of, here’s a preview of an upcoming domestic family fluff fic under the cut!

Vance told them all to be in the car by 7:20 am. They’re pushing it by six minutes already. The school gets pissed when they’re even a minute late though, like it’s his fault he’s raising four of them at 23 goddamn years old.

At least the youngest is nice to him. She’s already buckled in the back middle seat, waiting for Max and Jason Lee to take their respective places on her right and left. Her waist-length mousy brown hair is in two braids, done by Billy since he’s the only one that can ever get them to stay.

If only Billy could get ready as fast as he’d done those twin long braids.

“Pearlie girl, why are you the only shithead here that listens to me?” Vance had turned all the way in his seat to sign to Pearl, a little clumsy with sign language since he only just met her a few years ago.

That’s a long story. Something, something- his mom ran away with Jason Lee, had a baby in secret, hid from them and never called, not even when Vance was missing for ten months, then dumped said kids back on their equally as shitty dad once the twins turned 16.

That was the last straw for Vance. He’d fought for custody of the kids right then before Neil could fuck them up any more than he already had, and now here they are, in the shitty middle of the woods, five of them packed into one trailer because it’s the only place Vance’s wages at the arcade can afford them.

Pearls oblivious to all that though. She’s only nine, and yeah, she’s got a bit of a sharp attitude like Billy, but she’s not really in the loop about the hardships. They all agree it’s best to keep her out of it.

She is witty as hell though, and in response to Vance’s sarcastic question, declares in sign, “I can’t even hear to listen.”

“That’s why your my favorite.” Vance signs quickly, just because it makes his little sister giggle when he says that kind of shit. But that makes him seem like too much of a sweet big brother, and that’s just not him. He insists.

So he blares the horn since Pearl can’t hear it anyways to be disturbed by it, though his siblings still in the trialer, now nine minutes late, clearly need the reminder. He rolls the passenger side window down too, “Shitbirds 1, 2, and 3, get your sorry asses out here now!”

He’ll apologize to Mr. Munson later for all the noise.

Max shows her face first in response to his calling, rolling her eyes to make it known just how inconveniencing having to be on time is for her. Ever the ray of sunshine, she probably learned that from her brothers. Not Jason Lee though. He’s the actual, unironic embodiment of cheeriness, no matter what.

Though Max makes an example of just how not cheery she is with her sarcasm, “Geez, you can stop your tantrum now, you big grouch.”

After two years of this- of crying his eyes out in this very car because he thought he was doing a shitty job of being the adult, of getting in fights and sitting them all down at their three legged, wobbly ass dining table to apologize, of sleeping with a crook in his back because the hard floor is the only place for him with Max and Pearl sharing a room, and the twins taking the couch and the chair- Vance can handle Max’s morning bad moods.

“Yeah, well not until your asshole brothers make their grand appearance for the day.”

Conveniently just then, Pearl taps the back of Vance’s headrest to get his attention, signing to him with enthusiasm, “Here comes Jason!”

He looks sheepish, from the tiniest red tint to his face and the awkward shape of his shoulders. Despite being just as stubborn as the rest of them, he’s more calm and more concerned with order. So that look only means bad things, and bad things, right now, translate into getting another call from the school about the Hargrove-Scott and Mayfield kids never making it on time.

Vance doesn’t like to be a stern guardian, really he doesn’t give two shits what his siblings are up to, but the last damn thing he needs is them getting taken away from their family over a couple of missed alarms. He’s gotta get to the bottom of that look, as Jason buckles in, “Where’s your idiot brother?”

Jason meets his brothers eye, but looks ever guilty, forcing an exhausted sounding chuckle, “About that… He said he doesn’t want to go today.”

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Taking up that offer now. To simplify it Phone Tapes is about Scott slowly finding out his best friend Vincent is the one behind the child murders all the while surviving being a night guard in the toy's location. There's a lot of characters but the main ones are the nightguards and the kids! Scott - dayguard turned night guard. Good guy with anxiety issues. Tends to ramble a lot. But always wants to make others happy. Vincent - Stand offish, not the most social person. Mechanic turned nightguard. Protective to those close to him but generally keeps to himself. David - The bite victim. Killed by his older brother Max. Shy kid who's easily scared. Likes reading and listening to nature docs. Too soft for his own good (Nightmare) Max - Kill his brother on his 10th Birthday. Edgy teenager who loves anything sharp. (Foxy) Russell - Energetic theater kid! Loves anything to do with the movies, espuesully musicals. (Bonnie) Luwis - Son to a hunter he's very out doorsy. Has a pocket knife and knows how to use it. (Freddy) Warren - Easily excited girl who has a big sweet tooth. (Chica) Alex - Nonbinary shy kid who wants to get out there more. Knits. (Soul attached to Puppet) How would the FNAC ocs react to this gumble of kids and the nightguards watching them? (Would also love to hear about these guys)

In my fnac au, a guy named Roderick is the killer and all the people he killed were friends of his. They all worked at candys together and went on to possess the animatronics. I’ll go in order of how they died first.

Chester was the first to die. You heard a bit about him from what I shared before. Roderick killed him out of jealousy and beat him to death with the metal banjo from the chimpanzee animatronic. He possessed Chester the chimpanzee s the one he possessed.

Cindy was the next to die. She’s a very shy young women who worked as a waitress in the burger place. She died when Roderick asked her to help get something unstuck from a machine only to turn it on crushing her. She possessed Cindy the cat.

After that was Vinnie, who was killed by accident. Vinnie was a very cheerful optimistic person and the youngest of the group. Roderick was targeting Carl, Cindy’s twin brother, because he was suspicious about the story he presented and Roderick didn’t want to get caught. Roderick didn’t want to kill Vinnie, he was his baby brother, but he did by accident. He possessed the Vinnie puppet.

Roderick killed Carl after that a few days later. Carl is a talkative extrovert, basically the definition of a social butterfly. Roderick killed him with a circular saw. He went on to possess candy the cat.

Pedro is someone you’ve heard about too. He’d talked with Carl before his death who mentioned his suspicions with Roderick and after he died he went looking for evidence. He found some tapes from the security office after hours but ended up getting cornered by Roderick there and was strangled. He possessed the peppy animatronic.

Brett is serious and protective of his friends. One of those people who are rough around the edges but loyal. He was Roderick’s best friend and also the security guard at the business. He and Roderick got into a physical confrontation and while Brett did manage to shoot him he was still killed. He possessed the blank animatronic.

Kate was a childhood friend of Roderick’s, and other then Vinnie he’s known her for the longest. Roderick wasn’t the one who killed Kate, she commit suicide via hanging from the stress. She possessed the cat animatronic.

The last one is Chris. Before lord night he was my favorite :) what can I say, I have a type! He’s a introvert who struggles with social skills since he didn’t have any friends until he was an adult and his parents basically ignored him his whole life. Overly formal most of the time, also the oldest, but warms up and acts more himself with the people he’s close with. He’s the owner of the business. By the time he was murdered he knew it was going to happen, at least in part. He’d been preparing things for the possibility at least. It was pretty obvious Roderick was responsible but there was no proof so he couldn’t do much. Despite being careful Roderick managed to spike his coffee with cyanide which is what killed him. He possessed old candy. He still works as the owner because he feels like he has to for the others sake. Since he opened the restaurant he feels guilty for what happened there and overworks because he feels like he has to make it up to them. He’s just squeezes so troubled. I feel like he’d get along with Scott

Roderick himself has always been kinda a blunt dick. He’s comfortable with his current life and doesn’t like change, and always liked . He died via intentional overdose and possessed the rat animatronic

Now as for how they’d react to your ocs, that depends. Are your characters dead during it, or is it when they’re alive? Is it before my characters died or after? Their personalities changed after death so how they’d act is different to.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Hed Kandi: Serve Chilled 3 2001 Downtempo / Bossa Nova / Broken Beat

Man, I am just in such constant awe over how quality these Hedkandi releases always are. I mean, I honestly couldn't tell you what their comps are sounding like these days—and they've been owned by Ministry of Sound since 2006 anyway—but back at the turn of the millennium, when they were on their own as an independent UK-based entity that was mostly specializing in glamorously chill and soulful house music, this label really just could not find a way to ever miss. Every single dispatch just seemed to come with an unwavering commitment to a certain sleek-sounding, contemporary underground, and by the time you were done listening to one of these things, it would always put into perspective just how vast and sonically diverse this whole little-known world that they were sampling from truly was. And it would also leave you scratching your head as to why the American music cognoscenti largely chose to ignore it all too ❓❕

Now, Hedkandi is known especially for its array of house comps, but something else that they've also kept a close and keen eye on since jump is chillout. In fact, the label's second ever release was the initial installment in their Serve Chilled series, and this 2001 third volume from that same series, as had been their standard, is pretty damn exquisite too. This is a double-disc that delivers a bunch of different and luxuriant strains of downtempo, but two types that it really seems to hone in on especially is a British-born vocal kind that features a soft and quiet, often reflective lead female vocal (think Portishead or Massive Attack's "Teardrop," which was fronted by none other than Elisabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins), and the other is just sublimely loungey bossa nova vibes 😌.

So let's get a prime example of each, shall we? For that UK vocal stuff, we have Rae & Christian's beautiful "Not Just Anybody," a quintessentially silky-smooth, submerse-yourself-in-the-bathtub kind of chill pill that features Mark Rae's very own cousin, Kate Rogers, on vocals. Just purely blissful escapism here, and with some wet trumpet between some of Rogers' singing too. An absolutely phenomenal song.

And for the bossa nova, it's hard to pick just one here, but "Jelba," by the UK's Russ Gabriel, is a track that might lull you into a full daze. It takes a little bit of time to start to fully unwind, but eventually it hits some extra sweet spots by combining its highly rhythmic bossa elements with extremely mellow keys and a cycle of things like electric guitar, panned-right acoustic guitar, and a bunch of percussion too. Breezy and pure instrumental joy 😊.

So, yet another terrific offering here from the one and only Hedkandi empire, before it had really managed to grow out all of its own tentacles. A few tracks here and there seem to go for a little bit more of a mass appeal, and as a result, end up missing the mark, but for the vast majority of these two discs, you can really expect nothing short of truly vintage y2k-era Hedkandi greatness 👍.

Highlights:

CD1:

Fac 15 - "Stay With Me Til Dawn (Kumharas Sunset)" Chris Coco - "Gemini" Urban Dwellers - "Le Croisic (Chris Coco's Silver Stars mix)" Illumination - "Somewhere Out There" Organic Audio - "Always the Sun" Badmarsh & Shri - "Day by Day" Rae & Christian feat. Kate Rogers - "Not Just Anybody" Aware - "No Belongings" Ski Oakenfull feat. Nina Madhoo - "On My Way" FUG - "Ready for Us"

CD2:

Zimpala - "To the Bass" Los Ladrones - "La séptima ola" S-Tone Inc. - "Arejar" The Menheads - "Barabeu" Cantoma - "Pandajaro" Racoon feat. Rose Max - "Sensaçao" Russ Gabriel - "Jelba" Chichi Peralta - "Un día más (Matty's II Deep Allstar mix)" Butterfinger - "Wanna Go Somewhere and Chill?" Atjazz - "Harmony" Afro-Mystik - "Infinite Rhythm"

[isabelguerra]

Could you share some Wizard Au worldbuilding (i.e family, changes you might have made, etc?) :]

Yes absolutely!!! Thank you for the birthday ask :’)!

There’s not too much worldbuilding that hasn’t been mentioned already so I’ll recount the basics and list anything new that might come to mind. I’m not sure if you mean what everyones wizarding families are like, or if theres any history IN the families, or if the changes I made are to the current story over the past few years vs changes to the world r*wling wrote? So I’m going to fudge around a little bit.

FAMILY MATTERS:

Max: One magic parent (mom) / one normal parent (dad); grew up in the normal world

Isabel: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

Ed: ???; grew up in the wizarding world

Isaac: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

Johnny: Neither parents have magic; grew up in the normal world

Ollie: One magic parent (dad) / one normal parent; flip-flopped between regular and wizarding world growing up. Knew Johnny since they were little

RJ: Neither parents have magic; raised in normal world

Stephen: Both parents have magic; grew up in wizarding world. Really want to know the deep secrets of normal human life. Like what a normal sized squid looks like. He knows it exists hes seen theories on wizard forums

(+Supernormals bc why not)

Lisa & Cody (pry the twins headcanon from my lifeless body): Both parents have magic; grew up in wizarding world

Jeff: Neither parents have magic; grew up in normal world

Violet: One magic parent / one normal parent; grew up in the wizarding world

Suzy: Neither parents have magic; grew up in the normal world

Collin: One magic parent one normal parent; grew up in the wizarding world

Dimitri: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

That’s a lot of base knowledge I haven’t iterated in a while! Here’s an overview of how the school is run and who teaches what class :) More below!

If I did this today I mightve gone for some Consortium = Ministry of Magic parallel, but it’s MUCH more fun to mash everything together rather than making a perfect 1:1 to Mayview Middle.

STAFF & SUBJECTS:

Boss Leader: 🎓 Headmaster. Best and worst decision I ever made. Headmaster Boss Leader.

Agent Walker: 🐺 Care for Magical Creatures

Agent Day: 🌱🦡 Herbology & House head for Hufflepuff

Zarei: 🧪🩺🐍 Potions, head Doctor, & House head for Slytherin. She runs the infirmary wing.

Spender: 📙🦅 History of Magic & House head for Ravenclaw

Garcia: 🪄 Defense Against the Dark Arts

Starchman: ✨🦁 Charms & House head for Gryffindor

Baxter: ↔️ Transfiguration

Coach Oop: 🧹 Flying (for underclassmen), he’s also the Quidditch coach for the entire school! Isabel and the other quidditch captains work closely with him during game season

Thats most of what I remember, I think someone suggested once that VP DuNacht be the groundskeeper so that’s potentially something.

ACTUAL WORLDBUILDING

This is a little more vague so I’m just gonna list some headcanons/ general AU-relevant facts!

The Guerra family is one of the Wizarding world’s oldest. Francisco Guerra was an extremely powerful wizard on-par with Merlin, known for pioneering an entire technique of wandless magic. He lived to be a very, VERY old wizard, around 200, before passing on. Stubborn and married to his craft, however, he’s ran the dojo as a ghost for the past ~20 years. In wizau the dojo is a type of training camp for those seeking to learn Francisco’s methods; it’s very elite and private, only the best are accepted under high amounts of scrutiny.

Which is EXTREMELY embarrassing for Isabel. Imagine going to school and everyone looking at you because they learned about your Grandpa in textbooks. He probably has fanboys. And she has to go to school with them. Isabel is essentially the Guerra heir, and is expected to take on the family legacy one day. For her this means getting her basic education at Hogwarts and “graduating” to “real magic” after her 7th year is over, which involves abandoning her wand and spending the next several years at home training to take over Fancisco’s legacy. She hates this.

I’m struggling to think if this would make them high society or not. While they’re renowned for Francisco’s work, I don’t think he would flaunt things publicly. And the Guerras in canon are actually pretty poor, almost exclusively surviving off of Amy’s hospital work and the students’ odd jobs.

The difference is that the spectral world is very hidden and near nonexistent in Pnat, whereas magic world has a whole society of its own. Grandpa Guerra pioneering an entire type of magic ages ago would be much less secret, more akin to something you’d learn in history books. So maybe they are a private elite old rich family? But don’t live particularly extravagant unless when it comes to Making Appearances. They’re very very very old money, but the dojo’s actually very close to the its depiction in canon: i.e. old building, limited hot water, thin walls, devoid of loving family.

When Yule happens in their 6th year, Grandpa lectures Isabel on how this will be an important networking event and opportunity to grow her leadership skills- so don’t make an embarrassment of the family.

I talked a little about Yule costuming last year, so I’ll reiterate now- while I have most of the cast dress way cooler than yule fits went in canon regardless, Isabels outfit is considered in regards to Representing The Guerra Family. She doesn’t pick her own dress. She goes with Max for a couple of reasons, but him being the Hogwarts Champion™ got a grunt of approval from her grandpa. So her dress, sent to her, is Not something she would normally wear and is more extravagant to befit a public tradition where there will be appearances to be made. In the words of a post I made a hear ago; “i wanted her 2 have something she could feel natural in but a little restricted by, as she likely had her dress chosen for her rather than chose it herself. so she likes it, but it reflects her wizarding world status more than her actual personality.”

Sorry Isabel!

Aside from that, Max’s mom was the witch in the family and is who he got his magic from. Zoey is a normal human. Her and their Dad come visit from time to time and they always invite Max’s wizard friends to visit them in the human world. Ummmmm

Who befriended each other first. hm.

I think Isabel and Max would have met on the train when they were first years. Ed probably went to get candy and Max, not knowing anything about the Guerra family, approached Isabel like a normal random student and was like Hey Uh Can I Sit Here. Isabel grew up isolated but not spoiled or snobby or even really aware of how important her family is bc grandpa’s annoying so suuuure grandpa youre suuuuper important ugh whatever. So she’s like :D yeah! And then Ed gets there and all of them ride the train to school together. It’s not until they get there and start sorting that other students are like What Did You Just Say Your Last Name Was.

I can also make this izjo probably lets see. Johnny, also being human world exclusive, definitely did not know who the guerras were and really couldnt care, so he probably picks a fight with her almost first thing when they get to school. Huge 11 year old bitch Johnny Jhonny, beefing with the girl who thinks she could be as buff as him. As if. God their first meeting is probably so bad. SO fucking bad. And then they’re absolutely horrible to each other for the next 2.5 years. But in a way? It’s refreshing. Isabel doesn’t often get to sling insults someones way without them Actually fearing for their family’s safety. Johnny’s probably the only person who doesnt know and doesn’t give a shit.

And so Isabel gets to school and has the humiliating experience of realizing her bitch ass shithead grandfather actually is as important as he said he was. He probably arranges special treatment for her and she fucking hates it. She’s the only Gryffindor to have her own room. She’s got her books pre-bought and are all first editions. She hates it! What if she was excited to have roommates! To run around the wizard stores and press her face up against the shop windows and pick through bookshops and meet people in the crowd and talk to other to-be first years! Her room is decently sized and so so empty. It’s lonely. Maybe she joins quidditch to regularly see people, to make friends, to get dirty and rough. Shame that pain in the neck redhead made it on the team too.

Cody and Lisa are twins and I wrote this AU before Davy was introduced to I have no idea if he exists or not. If he does he’s not a vampire, just some wizard real estate agent. They’re probably the rich ones, that I can abide. Cody is the Hufflepuff quidditch Captain and seeker on the team, Lisa is scarily good at potions brewing and runs a business of enchanted drinks that serve different purposes. Charges an arm and a leg for them too.

Suzy still runs the Journalism club, theyre just much more wizardy. Shes got a fancy floating quill and it’s her sole ambition in life to be head editor for Witch Weekly. Nothing will get in the way of her dream. Nothing. Is she understood, Collin. Pick up that rope shes got an interview to get.

Max parkours on all the moving stairways in the castle. At first they terrified him but when he realized how they could be used for sick flips he went bananas. Despite how much he loves doing this, each time Isabel tries to get him on a broom he has The Worst Time Imaginable.

RJ comes from the normal human world and theyre really enamored by moving portraits! They bring their cell to school and everyone is amazed at how the pictures just….. stay there. All the time. Ed and RJ spend a lot of time together since they’re in the same house.

The Jang/ AC pairings are:

Max & Stephen in Slytherin

Ed & RJ in Hufflepuff

Isabel, Johnny, & Ollie in Gryffindor

Isaac alone in Ravenclaw (lol loser)

So Max constantly evades Stephens creepy ambushes when heading to the dungeons. Which there are many of.

At one point in their first year, the AC finds the maurauders map a special compass that seems to show them the directions to get wherever they want/need to go. Things like pointing to secret entrances, hidden passageways, the quickest route to get somewhere, forbidden areas of the castle, etc. The jang finds out about it and thus begins a THREE YEAR LONG STRUGGLE as the two groups CONTINUOUSLY steal is back and forth from each other.

Johnny steals is while Isabel is changing in the quidditch tent. Max grabs it from Stephens bookbag in the Slytherin commonroom. RJ grabs it out of Max’s pocket when he’s not looking. Ed grabs it when RJ makes a snack run to the kitchen. Isabel gets it from Ed and Ollie mistakes it for a biscuit at breakfast, Johnny takes it from there, Isabel hexes him to take it back. That goes on until roughly their 3rd year when theyre on good terms and just decide to share it.

The compass is old and worn and engraved with the name Smith on the side. nobody knows what that means. Max found it on accident, but something about it feels familiar.

Ed’s family is still missing and he still stays with the Guerras. Ed Burger is fully nonbinary and using theythem by 3rd year. Or maybe he/they and feels out their gender over the course of the series, rather than being a 1 and done? I like the idea of us watching them grow. Maybe Ed’s fully theythem by 5th year. I was roughly theythem by 15, that sounds about right. Ed is REALLY good at Charms and potions magic, they have an incredible talent for joke spells and pranks. They once bewitched themself to only speak in puns for a week and Max nearly lost his mind.

Isaac is a Ravenclaw Prefect by his 5th year (everyone elses 4th year) and is Head Boy™ by his 6th year. In his 7th year Isaac is a teaching assistant (TA) for Garcia’s DAtDA class. He’s not on the quidditch team but gets along well with the teams captain because they both have ridiculous haircare routines

Isabel avoids the prefects bathroom (whicj quidditch captains also have access to) for this very reason. She doesn’t care how nice the soap is. It’s not worth hearing Isaac and Palmer talk gel brands nonstop at 6 in the morning.

GOING TO STOP HERE BUT I MIGHT COME BACK TO IT LATER. THANK YOU FOR THE WIZARD AU ASK!!!!! 💞💞💞

[bluephoenixdruidicprincess]

I need to rant about fictional characters, so everyone just humor for a little bit.

Despite my better judgement, I have started to read Zodiac Academy. Having seen a few rant/reviews about it, I decided what the heck, I'm in the mood for a bully romance. I have a weird fondness for bully romances, I can't help it, I just love the angst and over the top drama that comes out of them. And this book series I have somehow come to both love unironically and completely abhor at the same time. I cant explain it, I have a very complicated relationship with Zodiac Academy.

So time for the rant. I'm on Book 3 right now and OMG, I just want this book to end, please. The boys have just found out that the twins have been playing all of these super embarrassing pranks on them as payback for the boys' bullying antics towards them. And these boys are pissed and are out for the twins' blood. And I'm just like FUCK YOU to these boys. You took away those girls' dignities by using their biggest fears against them but it's not "ok, maybe we deserve that". No, its instead, "how dare they rise up against us instead of bending the knee, they'll pay for this". When in reality, what Tori and Darcy did was small potatoes compared to what these boys did to them. So you can dish it out, but you can't take it can you? And these are the boys that supposedly are meant to rule Solaria eventually? These boys with their fragile egos are the jewels of Solaria? And I get it, you know, they're basically royalty, they have to show they exert absolute control and power over their subjects. So Tory and Darcy not taking their shit along with being the only other people that have claim to the throne is a huge power play that the boys need to squash. But instead of getting angry and trying to break these girls, maybe they should instead show Solaria that these girls mean nothing to them by simply ignoring them. And trying to squash these girls with power plays really doesnt do a whole lot to help return their fragile egos because all they're doing is showing what they are, a group of spoiled rich boys who have no concept of the lives of their subjects that they're expected to one day rule. With everyone expected to bow to them, how are they a better option as opposed to the Savage King then? Also, these boys are so dumb. Why did it take a book and a half to figure these girls were fucking with them? It was known that they both were not at the assembly the day Darius's room mysteriously burned down. Seth conveniently got fleas when he had no idea where he could possibly have gotten them so of course that meant there was magical fuckery going on, and who had motivation to do that again?. Caleb's rumor about how he likes to screw individuals of the Pegasus order, how convenient that most of the time the people going so hard on this rumor were part of Tory and Darcy's friend group. And Max got Griffin poop smeared all over his pittball gear after he just had detention with Darcy having to clean up Griffin poop. Like sure, maybe separately these issues could fall below the radar, but come on, they happen at almost the exact same time. Just days after that nightmare dance where they nearly destroyed the twins. Maybe Solaria should be a little more worried about their potential chosen leaders being this dumb. Not that Tori and Darcy are much better, I mean come on girls, how did you not see this coming? Eventually the boys were going to line up their stories and realize something hinky was going on and that it all lead right back to them. But considering that the only reason the boys figured it out was that dumb dagger Tori took, maybe they wouldn't have had anything to worry about if Tori never took that dagger from Darius's room and just lit it on fire with everything else.

And on another side rant, Tyler, my man, how is this kid still alive? Like through all of these pranks the girls had been playing on the boys, you got Tyler just adding fuel to the fire on FaeBook. Like how has this boy not been murdered by the Heirs yet because of his dumb FaeBook posts. But I got to hand it to him, Tyler's a douche and kind of a creep, but the fact that he's willing to cross the Heirs for a meaningless laugh on a FaeBook post, he gets some brownie points from me. He and Geraldine might be my favorite side characters in this book series.

Anyway, rant over. Most of my followers probably dont know anything about this book series. So you all are probably very confused. But go ahead and read the books if you dare. You might end up falling down the rabbit hole as I did.

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[averyxvaughn]

Love and Hate // self para

No one knew the true meaning of suffocation quite like Avery Vaughn. Her life for the first fifteen years were not exactly peachy perfect, but she still had her parents. She still had a home and a pack who never tied her down or displayed the implication free will didn't exist. Avery knew she would have done absolutely anything for her family, so when her cousins requested her assistance on a vampire situation, she was a fool not to jump at the opportunity. Interviewing, surveillance, dropped right in the middle of the action. Av could not recall when the excitement turned to horror. Max Lieberman knew about her part from the beginning, despite Griffin suggesting she remain hidden as a secret, and fuck...did she pay for it. In the end, so had Max. Her cousin inevitably received his wish of violence. There was no turning the vampire in for his crimes to the council, there was no justice providing them the undeniable proof, only vengeance.

Vengeance and the fact that lining up their stories proved worthless when the council uncovered the truth anyway. What was left of Max Lieberman had been unearthed, but they never bothered placing the three conspirators on trial for his murder. Instead, her entire family was rounded up by the dictators to face their punishment. Her Aunt Cassie and Uncle Wilburn failed to keep their twins under control while her parents couldn't snuff out the rebellion from her. In the eyes of the council, it never mattered whose hand Max died at, they were all guilty. Cassie and Wilburn were the first to die, fighting until the very end, before Calliope met the same fate. Avery remembered the blood, so much blood, mixing with her cousin's red tresses before she could no longer tell where Calli's hair ended and the scarlet liquid began. Her family cut down, one by one, left and right, before she realized what was happening. And her parents, god, her parents tried, but no matter how loud she screamed, Avery watched them die before her very eyes. She would have welcomed death's merciful embrace knowing it meant seeing them all again, however...it never came. The council purposefully leaving Griffin as the final kill was a mistake on their part, giving him the opportunity breaking free long enough to drag them both from the horrifying massacre. Their parents were gone, her cousin was dead, now the only two people they had in the world was each other.

That was ten years ago.

A decade later and being under his guardianship didn't become any easier. If anyone asked, Avery found immense satisfaction knowing the council finally received their comeuppance for making her an orphan, but at her cousin's hands? His ultimate downfall into madness. Av could barely walk the streets without the watchful eye, much less attend school, which immediately became out of the question despite only having two years of high school left. The first few years living with Griffin were by far the worst when she fought tooth and nail against the rules just to find her bedroom door locked when he thought that was what's best for her. Avery found, however, the rebellious nature and backtalk lost its edge. He continued acting as if his actions were all for keeping his cousin protected while she suffered in silence, watching her uncertainty of Griffin's promise never to hurt her grow by the day. She knew he wouldn't lay a finger, but there were moments she doubted her judgement.

This day, in particular, did not differ from all the times her well-intentioned guardian barricaded the werewolf in her bedroom. That reason for the imprisonment, though, became a hot topic he was only allowing her to drop once before she knew he would take matters into his own hands. Her boyfriend, her first boyfriend, Jace. Despite the fact being a wolf wasn't good enough for Griffin, the hidden truth that his parents were Winslow pack former members certainly would've spelled danger had he known. Her father taught her how to give second chances, and Jace wasn't a bad person. He understood her plight, was the best listener, and he grounded Avery in a way she never encountered. One visit to go see him, just one. She waited until Griffin vanished from the house, a feat that tested her patience to the extremes, before she utilized a bobby pin to jimmy open the lock keeping the door jammed closed. The click of the knob was music to her ears, singing a song of freedom and a small thrill breaking the rules.

Leaving the mansion was easy, walking the nearly abandoned streets was the harder part. Avery learned paranoia at an all too young age and now was not the exception either. Some would claim it's worse knowing she could never trust anyone in this town who isn't held under Griffin's control. Who knew if the lonely man at the diner wasn't planted at his stool to survey when she ate at Andre's or the nice librarian she borrowed books from hadn't been reporting back to her cousin of her whereabouts. Even the trust in her limited friends list was compromised believing any one of them could betray confidentiality just to remain on Griffin's good side. An important rule Avery lived by, remain tight-lipped around everyone, she never knew who may whisper in an undesirable ear.

Av mainly stuck to the shadows during the course of her walk, her hood pulled over her head and remaining close to the walls of every building she passed. Don't get noticed and do not ever lower your guard whatsoever. Every small sound sent her eyes darting back and forth, peering behind her every so often to ensure she wasn't being followed. That's the advantage of being a werewolf, she could sense the danger lurking around any corner with simple ease and protect herself from all harm. Though, not many attempted to place a target on Avery's back when retaliation led along the path of certain death by fire. A slow execution.

It's a risk Jace took every moment he spent in her company. He was a childhood friend from early school days she reconnected with after a happenstance run-in at Andre's diner and the rest was history. Av couldn't forget how nervous he had been when he first asked her out to a point where she thought he was joking. A cruel prank, gaining some sick enjoyment seeing her reaction when he yanked the rug from under the blonde's feet. There was no punchline, though, just a boy looking to provide a semblance of happiness. In the year they were dating, Avery detested admitting to anybody that she was falling for him even if love seemed a strange concept. It was a notion she questioned her Uncle Spencer about one day who seemed to merely suggest the possibility that she finally found her mate based on the emotions that were described to him. A mate, her mate, imagine a crazy idea like that.

Avery finally reached the front porch of Jace's house he shared with a roommate and stopped at the door for a brief pause while she tugged at the coat hood, fixing her blonde tresses until the locks were smoothed down neatly. It was stupid making any effort looking nice for a fucking boy, but her boyfriend deserved a mostly put-together girlfriend. Slipping the key Jace had given her a month ago from her pocket, she stuck it in the doorknob and unlocked the latch before swinging the door open. "Jace, it's just me." Avery called out into the silence and stuffed the key back in her pocket. "Sorry it took me so long to bust out of my chains, Griffin's being a real asshole lately if you-" The young woman stopped in her tracks almost immediately. Something...something was off. Jace usually came out to greet her by now and his human roommate Matthew spent a lot of his free time playing video games in his bedroom. There was no indication of sound from Matt's room, no controller, no television, not even the game's obnoxious noises and beeps. Dead silent. "Jace, this isn't funny..." She entered the living room, noticing the bag of takeout on the coffee table waiting for the couple, but still no sign of her boyfriend.

"I swear to fucking god you two." Avery turned on her heel to take a step toward the kitchen when the wave of nausea hit the wolf like an immense slap to the face before the freight train kicked her hard in the stomach. Blood. Unmistakable, undeniable, she knew the foul stench from the moment it flooded into her nose. "Fuck." A million thoughts clouded Av's mind, each worst than the last, keeping her feet planted on the carpet. If she walked into that kitchen, what would she see? A bloodbath crime scene? Jace mutilated beyond recognition? A twisted part of her hoped Jace wasn't at home, that he had gone out to grab their dessert, but the only way to know for certain was taking a peek. Avery slowly walked the length between the living room and the kitchen's entrance, swallowing down the bile caught in her throat as she stepped through it. A small silent gasp hitched within the blonde's chest in horror. There Matthew was, sprawled out on the table's flat surface facing up, the large gash gracing his neck forming a scarlet ribbon dripping from both sides. "Oh, fuck, Matty." She stepped closer with hesitation, hand over her mouth and gaze taking in his mutilated form. Avery noticed the gaping hole in his chest just as the toe of her boot brushed up against something sticky. Looking down, she realized quickly what it was. Matt's heart. Alec. A trademark Merriman move.

"Jace." The panic finally began setting in. Avery turned around and fled from the kitchen, zooming through the living room and darting down the hallway where she knew Jace's bedroom resided. The smell of blood wafted in the air again, a different scent from Matthew and providing the answer she knew all along. But she was bound and determined to believe otherwise, that maybe he was still alive. Bleeding out, but unconscious, waiting for someone to rush to his aid. Avery finally reached the room, but found the door locked from the inside. "Jace!" She banged on the door's surface with her fist as hard as she could, turning the knob every which way before slowly crushing the brass in the palm of her hand. "Come on, Av, you can do this." The wolf pressed her shoulder against the wood as a test before bringing her body back and using her entire body to slam against the door. No dice. She attempted again, this time with a frustrated huff, failing to pry open the second go around. "Fucking son of a bitch!" She finally mustered any strength she possessed and rammed into the door, hearing the hinges and bolts finally give way and splintered the wood to pieces as Avery stumbled into the bedroom, colliding with the edge of the mattress.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared the werewolf for the nightmare she came upon. Jace's corpse had been skewered to the wall above his headboard using one of the wooden posts of his bed's frame. Scorch marks and burns littered every inch of his flesh that she could see. Blood poured from his mouth, she wasn't sure where the source was, but something told Av his tongue had been sliced out. Red streaks trailed down the wolf's cheeks as if he cried tears of blood, their origin coming from the black holes where Jace's eyes were ripped from its sockets. "No, no, no, Jace, no!" Avery pressed her palms to the mattress' surface, losing her balance for a moment. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. She couldn't grow dizzy, not here and now. "Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, Jace. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She climbed on top of the mattress and steadily rose to her feet when she reached the head of the bed, wrapping her hands around the makeshift stake and yanking as hard as she was able. The post gave way as her arm snaked around Jace's waist to support him as he slid down the wall, adjusting the position so she could lay her boyfriend on the mattress, pillow respectfully tucked under his head. "Oh, god, I'm sorry. Forgive me." Av collapsed beside him as a sob escaped, palms brushing over his vacant face and smearing the blood all over her hands. It didn't matter, nothing mattered. "This is my fault, it's all my fault."

"Someone's clearly been a naughty girl." Avery's head snapped up toward the doorway, coming to land on one of the two last people she wanted to see right now. Alec fucking Merriman, returning to the scene of the crime. No doubt sent back here to come retrieve her after she found her little surprise. Alec folded his arms across his chest and nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe, glee touching the smirk stretching his lips. "Secrets are no fun when you don't share with everyone, sweetpea." He pushed off from the frame and stepped further into the room, "Oh, come on, don't give me that look."

Avery wiped her tears away with the back of her sleeve and shot a death glare at the man as she rose to a standing position beside the bed, "You and him both did this, didn't you? Why is it I can never have one happy thing in my life without my cousin fucking everything up?" She spat at Alec vehemently. God, she was livid and she would've been damn sure to show it. "I am so sick and tired of being treated like a goddamn princess he can lock in a fucking tower whenever he chooses." It's so unbelievable how many times she should remind Griffin that she was family, not a prisoner chained to him by blood relation that must follow the rules.

"You had to see this coming, Avery." Alec lifted his eyes in a roll and surveyed the little blonde spitfire who obviously did not appreciate a favor when she saw it. "You lied to my best friend that knows you like the back of his hand. Did you really think you could hide the fact that you were sucking face with a mutt who had a connection to the same fucker that tormented his mother? Your Auntie?" He scoffed incredulously, "He had to go. Now, his little roomie was collateral, I will admit, but you know us, kiddo. We get carried away sometimes." Alec breathed a chuckle and shook his head slowly before sighing, "Alright, enough fucking around. Time to leave."

Av remained where she stood, arms at her sides and fingernails digging sharply into the flesh of her palms. It's a rage she never once experienced in her entire life, no matter how many times she tossed aside the resentment at her cousin's overprotectiveness. Nothing concealed the truth that Griffin was fucked in the head. Psychotic, truly believing he was doing everything right raising his cousin, when it could not be further from the truth. "No." She hissed through clenched teeth, "You can both fuck right off. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Now, Avery," Alec adopted a tone that suggested he was scolding a young child, which in his mind, he definitely was. Avery could play the brat sometimes when Griffin was nowhere around, leaving his bestie to pick up the slack of the dirty work. Like he honestly cared if she saw him as the bad guy. "Griff's expecting you and if I come back empty-handed, it's probably my heart that will be on the floor next." He waited a moment, giving her the chance, but she didn't budge. Fucking typical. "Okay, we're doing this the hard way." Alec crossed the room and grabbed Avery's forearm, ignoring her protests as he dragged her back through the bedroom's exit.

"God, you're such a fucking barbarian, let go-" Avery struggled under his grip, but found her ability to fight back was slowly dwindling away. There was no point digging heels into the carpet and resist a forced return back home where a lecture will be surely waiting. Down the hall they went, through the living room, past the kitchen and out into a heartless town taken over by somebody she once recognized. Jace was gone. She could say no goodbye, no apologies for what she brought upon the two bodies littering this house. She never told him how she felt every day, terrified to speak the three little words that could change everything. Her first serious relationship tainted by bloodshed and unforgivable murder. Jace, cut down in his prime, became a symbol of everything she could not have in this world, something she didn't deserve. This is her fate, a punishment. Love and hate was such a fine line when it concerned Griffin.

Avery knew it should have been time to accept this is how things will always be for her while her cousin walked the streets, never caring who he hurt even though he did not realize how much he was hurting her.

[luna-maria-kalilin]

// Beyblade OC//

//TW!!: Eating Disorder, bullying and Selfharm!!//

//All this pictures made on piccrew//

//I've changed parts of character stories, please don't be mad at me.//

Yuna Maria Granger (Yuna Kinomiya)

Birthday: March 21

Family: Tyson Granger/Takao Kinomiya(Twin brother), Ryu Granger(Grandfather), Hiro Granger/Hitoshi Kinomiya(Elder Brother),Tatsuya Kinomiya(Father), Mary Granger (mother -i can't find her japanese Name)

Friends: Tala Ivanov/Yuri Ivanov, Spencer/Sergei, Bryan Kuznetkov/Boris Kuznetkov, Ray Kon, Max Tate/Max Mizuhara, Kenny Saien, Mariah/Chou Mao, Emily

About her: Yuna, Tyson's/ Takao's twin sister, is shy and outgoing at first. She has green eyes and black hair that she dyes red. Since they have known one another since they were little and Tala/Yuri has lived with his mother in Beycity since he was five, Yuna only has Tala/Yuri as her best friend at the beginning of the story. Yuna and Tala/Yuri correspond via letters over the years after he and his mother are forced to return to Russia (this concept has been in this form for a very, very long time). (Sorry, I never really read the manga in its whole.) Yuna began learning Russian at the age of six, and by the time Tala/yuri had to return to Russia, she had mastered the language. She experienced bullying and oblivion from her classmates while attending elementary school alone. She enrolls in middle school alongside Kai in a class, and they both fell in love. Yuna was unaware that Kai had also developed feelings for her. Both parties held back their love for each other for a very long period. They were required to participate in two groups one day. The teacher put Yuna and Kai in a group, which annoyed the other girls in the class who saw Yuna as a loser. Yuna suffered daily bullying from the other girls, which led to the development of an eating disorder and self-harm. But this collaborative effort ensured that Kai and Yuna could speak at last. After that, because they liked each other, they continued to hang out. Tyson eventually received what he disliked, but he gradually came to terms with it.

Mini facts:

Yuna enjoys reading, especially literary works. She is passionate about the arts and enjoys painting.

Yuna desires to serve others by becoming a doctor.

One of the few things that Tyson and Yuna have in common is the keeping of mantids.

Kai like it when Yuna tinkers with these miniature works of art. She likes to prepare insects and display them in lovely pictures or arrangements.

Kai encouraged her to colour and shorten her hair. In general, Kai greatly aided her, and she gained confidence.

I've been thinking about this Beyblade story since I was 13 years old. I never recorded it or participated in any roleplay, but I still adore it today. Ask me what you want if you want me to tell you more about it.

[libraryofloveletters]

How To Let Go 101

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Charles grossing out his kids, just a day with the leclercs and their kiddos on the yacht, coming out indirectly (sorta??), shady behaviour between friends, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, Charles is gonna lose his mind, a few swear words, tiniest kitchen injury, little bit of blood, one snarky comment but it was said out of pettiness (no hard feelings please lmao), alcohol and the consumption of. 

Word Count: 5.7k

Author’s Note: this one is wild lmao so buckle up lmaoooo 

Daddy & Me +  Three Masterlist // includes this ask --  one 

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Hot and sunny, the breeze sticking to your skin as it blew. It was the perfect day to spend on the water and that’s exactly where you were all headed. 

Three cars headed to the port at the moment; you and Charles in his beloved pista, Christoper drove himself and Sofia, along with Eloise and Anthony, who had met you at the house that morning. Gabriel took his own car to stop off and pick up his friends. 

At some one point or the other, you all arrive and everyone picks off their own corners of the yacht. 

Charles was playing captain for the day, no matter how much the boys promised their father they were more than capable of sailing, they were not up to Charles’ standard apparently. 

The kids were spread across the front of the yacht, taking in the sunshine. The 3 girls; Sofia, Eloise and Georgina were all in the middle of a photoshoot for what you could only assume was Instagram. 

Georgina was the twins’ first friend aside from Sofia. She was 2 months younger than the boys, 4 months older than Sofia which made her 19 as well. 

Georgina was George’s daughter and though the names bare great resemblance, she looked nothing like her father. The only thing she took from him were his big blue-green eyes and lashes. Now, Georgina wasn’t even supposed to be named that; everyone called her that the moment they found out her parents were having a baby girl. A little tease on George turned more because even George himself slipped up and called her that the first time he held her. 

On the other side of the girls, the boys were mid debate; which car of their fathers’ was the fastest. A usual topic amongst them, their family pride gearing up. 

Anthony obviously said his father, Pierre. Gabriel and Christopher were claiming their father, Charles, has the best track record all while Oliver was reminding them that his father, Max, had won the title of world champion. 

Oliver, who was affectionately known as Oli, was Max's oldest and only son. 18 years old and just as bold and full of himself as his father was. Much like Anthony, you saw Max in Oli. It was painfully clear in his ways who’s child he was but despite that, the blue eyes and hunched over laugh were tell tale signs of Max.

Gabriel rolls his eyes at the mention of Max's win; Gabriel loved Max, looked up to him even but he despised Oliver with a passion. He always told you that Oliver was full of himself and he despited the way he ran around town hopping from girl to girl. You understood where he was coming from but you couldn’t imagine sweet little Oliver, the same little blonde hair, blue eyed, fat face baby boy sleeping with half of the city. 

The older twin walks off, dropping himself down next to Georgina. The girl shifts, resting her head on his lap as they chat. 

The boys dispersed, Christopher returning to Sofia, hugging her from behind as Anthony mirrored him with Eloise, the 4 of the chatting. 

Oliver was on the other side of Georgina, her tanned legs on his lap. Despite Gabriel’s dislike for the dutch boy, Oliver was friends with his siblings and Georgina. 

You often wondered if they were dating; Georgina spent so much time with Gabriel, the two of them slept in the same bed most nights when she stayed by the Leclerc residences; the kids’ nickname, not yours. 

“What are you staring at, amour?” Charles asks you, sitting beside you in the shade. 

You nod towards the 3 kids on the seat and Charles follows your eyes to them. “Okay, what am I meant to see?” He asks you, confused. 

You roll your eyes, this man always missed what you were trying to show him. “Georgina and Gabriel, seems like they’re dating, no?” 

“He doesn't kiss and tell honey.” He tells you, pulling you into his side. “Yes but-” Charles cuts you off with a kiss. “It was you that told me they need to grow up, make their own choices, right?” 

“Oh fuck off,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at your husband.

Charles smirks, kissing you. “I’ll fuck you-” “Dad! Ew!” Eloise groans as she turns around and walks away from you two. 

You laughed at her reaction, “oh grow up Elly! How do you think you were made?!” Charles shouts after her, making her gag. 

While Eloise and her father bickered, your eyes were glued to Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Georgina was reading her book, she could care less about Gabriel’s wandering hand on her stomach. 

Oliver’s gaze fixed on Gabriel. 

Gabriel’s fixed on Oliver. 

There we go.

The yacht anchored as you kissed your husband before heading down to put together lunch. You were below deck, trying to open the stupid jar of peppers because Charles insisted on buying the fancy glass bottle with the clearly indestructible lid instead of the regular one and you could not get it open. 

“Need help mama?” Gabriel asks; your sweet boy to the rescue. 

You hand him the jar, the boy opening it with ease before handing it back over. He sat in the little booth by the counter, eating the strawberries you cut earlier as he watched you mix the peppers into the pasta sauce. 

“Can I ask you something ?” You look over at him and he nods, popping another piece of strawberry into his mouth. 

“What’s going on with you and peach ?” 

You had called Georgina ‘Peach’ since she was a little girl because her name reminded you of Georgia, hence Georgia peaches.

“Nothing, we're just friends.” He tells you, munching on strawberries. 

You hum, cutting the cucumber for the salad. “Could you grab the bowl from the cupboard for me?” You nod towards the cupboard above you and Gabriel gets up, reaching for the glass bowl in the cupboard. 

You turn around to face the boy once he sets the bowl down. “And Oli?” 

“What ?” he asks, brows furrowed. Your eyes meet his blue ones. “Oli - is something going on?” 

“I- Mom, what are you-” he stutters, unsure how to explain himself to you. 

Not that you needed an explanation. 

“Are you two.. seeing each other?” You ask him quietly, unsure if he has come to terms with his feelings or if maybe you misread the situation. 

“No!” Gabriel shook his head, “I just-” he sighs, running a hand down his face as he leans on the wall. 

“I like him, mama.” Gabriel whispers, you smile at your boy as you pull him into a hug. 

“I’m happy for you, baby.” You tell him, kissing his cheek. Gabriel lets out a breath, his blue eyes teary. “Really ?” he asks, smiling. 

“Of course, honey. You know I love you no matter what, right? Who you’re sleeping with is your business,” you laugh, patting his cheek. “As long as you’re happy and safe, and you’re being treated well, then that's all that matters, isn't it?” 

Gabriel nods, hugging you tightly. 

“Can I just ask; do Elly and Chris know?” 

“Elly figured out before I did.” He chuckles, “Chris knows too.” 

“I take it daddy doesn’t know?” Glancing out the doorway at your husband who was napping in the sun; surely, he had no sunscreen on either. Gabriel shook his head, “I'm not sure how to tell him.” 

“You don't have to. Take your time baby, I know your dad feels the same way I do so no rush, okay?” You smile at him. 

Gabriel nods, smiling back at you. A weight lifted off his shoulders.

“But wait,” you grab his hand, “who’s lipstick was on you the other night?” 

“Oh, some girl I met at the bar.” 

“Oh,” you look at him slightly confused. “Good for you babe,” you chuckle, letting go of his hand. 

You always tried to keep an open mind when talking to your kids. It’s hard to know they’re all grown up with their own lives but you had to get over it, they lived their lives how they pleased now -- well, except for when you bullied them into family affairs. Then they had to play by your rules and only your rules. 

It didn’t take long for you to get lunch together, it was just a matter of putting the stuff from the baskets into the bowls and carrying it out to the table on deck. 

Charles had come down to check on you, hugging you from behind. “What were you two talking about?” 

“Who?” 

“You and Gabriel.” 

“Oh nothing, just asking if he can use the cottage next month. It’s peach’s birthday and they want to throw her a little party.” 

“That’s fine.” Charles hums, “I know, I gave him permission.” You smile, turning to give him a kiss before you two carried the stuff out for lunch. 

All the kids were sitting around the table, Chris and Georgina passing out drinks when you sat. “Want one?” Georgina asks Eloise, tipping the beer bottle in her direction. 

“She's still too young for that one,” you took the bottle from the older girl, setting it in front of you. 

“Anthony is drinking!” Eloise points out to you, causing her boyfriend to put his own beer down. 

“Anthony is 18, he’s allowed.” You remind her, cracking the bottle open on the edge of the table and taking a sip. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” Chris asks you, eyes wide. He tries himself, knocking the cap on the side of the table. 

“I had a life before you guys were born, just in case you didn’t know.” You laughed, taking the bottle from him and pulling the top off on the table, handing it back to him. 

“Your mother is a woman of many talents,” Charles smiles, kissing your head as he moves to sit beside you. 

“Dad, again - ew!” Elly groans, Charles’ brows furrow before he realizes what she meant. “Eloise! No! I didn’t mean it like that! God, why is your mind so filthy ?” he groans. 

Christopher and Sofia sat together, Chris sat between her and Georgina. You were beside Georgina, Charles at the head of the table and across from you sat Anthony, Eloise, Oliver and Gabriel in that order. 

Lunch was quiet, the 9 of you chatting about summer trips, plans for school come September. Oliver and Gabriel were bickering about something at the end of the table, the two of them quietly fighting and the way they were looking at each other was anything but subtle. 

I mean, even Charles picked up on it and he usually never does. 

Your husband nudged you. “what’s going on there?” He leans over to you and asks. You look in his line of sight at the two older boys. 

You shrug, “he doesn’t kiss and tell.” You remind your husband of his words earlier.  

“Are they-” “I don’t know but if they are, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.” You pat Charles’ hand, getting up to gather the empty dishes and he gets up to help you but Sofia calls for him. 

“I got it, you relax.” She tells him, grabbing a few of the plates and helps you carry them to the kitchen. 

Christopher and Georgina had been chatting, she and her parents were going to Spain at the end of the month and from what you could overhear, she wanted him to come along. 

Sofia had been sitting right beside them, she heard the whole conversation. 

It struck Sofia as odd that Georgina would invite her boyfriend on a family vacation when they were all friends and they could all go together. Along with the fact that Christopher was even being invited when everyone knows she and Gabriel are much closer. 

“Auntie y/n?” Sofia calls for you, leaning on the doorframe. 

“Yeah babe?” You look over at the girl. 

Her bright blue bikini matches Christopher’s shorts, her tanned skin glowing in comparison; the picture of beauty. 

“Is Gabriel going with the Russells’ to Spain ?” She asks you. 

“They’re going to Spain ? He didn’t say anything to me.” She hums, you look over at her again. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, just wondering.” She smiles at you, “need any help?” 

“No, no. You go have fun, I think the boys are going for a swim if you want to join them.” 

“Yeah,” she hums, walking up the few steps. You wondered to yourself what that was about but you didn’t want to push her. Nonetheless, you returned to the deck and peeked over the railing. 

All the kids were in the water, Charles in there as well. “Having fun?” you call out to no one in particular. 

A chorus of yes coming back as you sit on the swim platform, Charles swimming up to the edge to rest his arms on your thighs as your legs hang down into the cold water. The kids were off in groups, Anthony and Eloise together, Oliver and Gabriel were having some competition to see who could swim the fastest and Sofia, Christopher and Georgina were together. 

Your hand passed though your husband’s wet hair, “you okay?” He asks you, noticing your zoned out gaze. 

“Yeah, just thinking.” 

Charles pulls himself up, sitting beside you before shifting to lay back and rest his head on your lap. “About?” 

“Sof asked me if Christopher was going to Spain with the Russells.” 

“I didn’t know they were going to Spain.” 

“Yeah, me either. Now I was wondering what prompted that, but I think I found my answer.” You tell him, turning his face so he can see what you were. 

Georgina was laughing, her hand resting on Christopher’s arm as he laughed as well. Sofia looked pissed, her face turned into a scowl as she looked away from them. 

“He’s not cheating on her by having friends.” 

“Yeah but if I was Sofia, I'd be pissed too. He brought her here and now he’s spent all day with Georgina, like come on.” You tell him. 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” 

“And say what, Charles ? Stop flirting with other girls in front of your girlfriend?”

“...Yeah, basically.” 

“No,” you shook your head, “they’ll figure it out.” 

To the other side of you was your youngest and her boyfriend. Eloise’s arms were around Anthony’s shoulders, the boy peppering her face in kisses. “I have to tell you something,” She whispers to him. 

Anthony pulls her with him a little further away from her parents, he looks at the girl. “What’s up? Everything okay ?” 

“I uh- I'm not sure how to tell you this.” She starts, running a hand over her face. Anthony looked just as worried as she did, unsure what she could possibly have to tell him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Eloise finally spits it out after a breath. “I’m late.” 

Anthony’s brows furrow, “late for what?” 

“Late as in, I didn’t get my period yet.” She tells him. 

Anthony’s face goes white, he looks like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean you didn’t get it? Like how late are we talking? Are you sure you’re not stressed ? You know sometimes that happens-” Eloise put a hand over his mouth to shut him up. 

“A week. A day or 2, sure, but a whole week? Something’s not right, Anthony.” 

“How did this even happen? We were saf- fuck.” he sighs, remembering the morning they snuck out to watch the sunrise. 

“Yeah.” She says quietly, the news weighting on both of them. 

Somewhere towards the front, Oliver and Gabriel were still racing. “Calling it quits already ?” Oliver taunts, stopping to look back at Gabriel who was a few feet behind him.

“Fuck off Oliver.” 

“Oh, full name. So scared.” Oliver laughed, rolling his eyes at the other guy. Oliver was fully aware of Gabriel’s distain towards him and he made it his mission to irritate him. 

Maybe Gabriel would finally make a move if he kept going.

Oliver was more than aware of the conflicting feelings twirling around in the brunet’s head. He saw the way Gabriel looked at him, the way he shifted in his seat anytime Oliver took off his shirt or the way Gabriel used Georgina as a cover for his feelings, pretending to be interested in a girl he looked at as his best friend. 

Gabriel rolls his eyes too, ignoring the blonde boy and the butterflies in his stomach. Oliver, on the other hand, kept pushing him. He swam over to him, the two of them all but maybe a foot apart from each other. 

“So tell me, you and Georgina are a thing?” Oliver asks him. 

Gabriel’s face twists into disgust for a moment before catching himself. “Sort of, we haven’t put a label on it.” Gabriel gives him a bare minimum answer. 

“Is that why she’s flirting with your brother ?” He never turned so fast. 

There goes his cover; his best friend giggling with his younger brother. Fucking Christopher, dude can’t keep it in his pants to save his life plus he had a girlfriend, did he really need to take his fake one too? 

Gabriel wasn't sure what to say, ignoring his mixed feelings at the moment. Not getting the chance to process them because when he turned back to Oliver, his lips met his. 

It was a few seconds before Gabriel pulled away, looking at Oliver in shock. 

He didn’t know Oliver was into guys, let alone him. He had only ever seen him date girls as did Oliver only see him date girls too. 

“So I wasn't imagining those looks, was I?” Oliver asks, a smug smile on his face. Gabriel can’t help but roll his eyes. 

It was his default reaction around the younger Verstappen. 

“I suppose not.” He answers, “but I'll race you back.” Gabriel shouts as he starts swimming back to the swim platform. 

Sofia was the first one back onto the yacht, walking past you and Charles to dry off. Christopher hadn't even noticed she got of out the water until you shouted for them to come in. 

It was starting to get late into the afternoon, you wanted to head back and drop the kids off at home. You were having the girls over tomorrow for drinks and lunch so you wanted to head home and start prepping the stuff.

Georgina gets out next, Gabriel and Oliver right behind her. You stopped Christopher as he hosed the salt water off his skin. 

“What the hell Chris ?” You look at your son, arms folded across your chest. 

“What?” He asks, confused. 

“Why the hell are you flirting with Georgina? And apparently going to Spain with her?”  

“Who said I was going to Spain ? She just invited me today.” He tells you and you smack his arm. “Mama! Ow!” 

“Your girlfriend is right there, stop being an asshole and fix it. Sofia is a good girl, do not hurt her or I'll hurt you and let your uncle Carlos have his turn.” Your words reminding him of Carlos’s promise to hurt him if he hurt his little girl. 

Christoper rolls his eyes, you can’t be serious. 

You were most definitely serious. 

Once Anthony and Eloise get back to the yacht, you all headed back to port. 

The trip back was much quieter than coming. Georgina sat between Gabriel and Oliver, their arms resting on the railing behind her and yet, their hands grazed each others’ arms softly in the late afternoon sun. Sofia sat a few feet away from Christopher, her eyes fixed on the water while he was coming up with a way to apologize for his blatant stupidity.  Anthony and Eloise were whispering to each other quietly, cuddled up next to each other. 

Before you got off, you wanted to sort out who’s going where and how they were getting home. You and Charles were headed back to the house. Eloise and Anthony said they were too, he was already planning to spend the night with you guys, heading home after lunch with his mum tomorrow. 

Georgina said she might have other plans but Oliver, who suddenly took a little more interest in Gabriel, was headed back to the Leclerc residence. 

As for Sofia, she and Christopher were headed for a drive, probably to talk before coming back to the house. It was looking like you’d have a full house tonight. 

Eloise and Anthony were going to ride back with Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Sofia and Christopher had left a few minutes ago and now you and Charles were the last two to head home. 

“What’s rolling around in that brain of yours?” Charles asks you, resting a hand on your thigh as he drives. 

“Why must something be rolling around my brain, Charles ?” 

“That’s how it always is, y/n. Spit it out.” 

You laugh, he wasn't wrong. “Nothing, I’m hoping Chris makes things right with Sofia.” 

“Yeah, me too.” He says. 

Somehow Gabriel and the rest of the kids get back before you, you and Charles getting in maybe 15 minutes after them. The house was quiet so you assumed they were in their rooms as you prepped stuff for tomorrow’s lunch and Charles unloaded the car. 

You were cutting veggies in the kitchen, Charles dropped something in the backyard and it startled you, causing you to knick your finger on the knife. 

You hadn’t even realized you were bleeding until you looked down, you moved to wash the blood off your finger just as Charles came inside. “Baby, what happened?” He asks you, rushing to your side. 

“I’m fine, cut my finger. Can you get a bandaid for me?” 

“Where are they ?” He asks, starting to open the drawers. 

“Upstairs, the kids’ bathroom I think.” You tell him, he heads up to look for the bandaids. Charles digs through the drawers, tossing stuff out of the messy drawers only for a little rectangular box to hit the wall, he looks over his shoulder to see what it was and to pick it up. 

Pregnancy Tests. 

Charles’ brows furrow, confused as to why the kids would have a test. He ignores it, finding the bandaids and taking it down for you. Charles wraps the red bandage around your finger, before kissing it. 

“Darling?” He calls as you toss the veggies out. The blood dripped onto the counter so you had to toss everything out. 

“Yeah?” You turn to get something from the fridge. 

“Are you pregnant?” 

“What?!” You shut the fridge and look at him, “No! Charles, we have 3 grown children, I don’t intend on having more.” 

Charles sighs, nodding. Your brows pull together as you look at the man. “Why? Is that something you want ?” 

“Wha- No, I mean- We’re getting off track. I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom.” 

“Was it used?” You ask him, moving to wipe down the counter. 

“The box was empty so I'd assume so.” 

You hum, confused. “It’s not mine, maybe Chris and Sof?” 

“Already ? They’ve barely been dating for a year.” Charles laughs, thinking it’s impossible for him to become a grandfather so soon. 

“We were barely married for 2 when we had the boys.” 

“Fuck,” he reaches for his phone to call Christopher just as he walks in, hand in hand with Sofia. You smile at the sight of them, all is right in the world again. 

“Sofia, can I ask you something honey ?” You call to her, reaching for her hand as you pull her off to the living room with you. Sofia is completely confused but follows you anyways. The two of you standing in the living room, her brows furrowed and her big brown eyes staring at you; she looked so much like her father right now. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I-” you suck in a breath, unsure how to ask her. “Did you, by any chance, take a pregnancy test and leave it upstairs ?” 

Sofia laughs awkwardly, “what ?” 

“Charles found one and we’re not sure who it belongs to. It’s not mine and I’m guessing it’s not yours based on that reaction.” 

“Not mine. Did you ask Gabriel if it was Georgina’s? I heard she gets around these days.” Sofia blurts instantly covering her mouth afterwards. “Sorry, I didn’t-” 

You wave her off, “I didn’t ask but I will.” You walk back over to your husband, “can you go up and ask Georgina if it’s hers?” 

Charles’ eyes widened, “what?! No! You go, that’s so awkward.” 

“Please, that’s nowhere as awkward as me asking Sofia if it was hers. Go ask.” You give him a shove towards the steps, he grumbles the whole way up the stairs, turning back to look at you once more before you shoo him away. 

Charles knocks on Gabriel’s door once, walking in before he hears a come in. Usually he waited but he assumed they were all in there so what’s the big deal? 

He instantly regrets his choice to walk in. 

Gabriel and Oliver were laying on the bed, limbs tangled under the sheets. “Dad!” Gabriel sits up; Charles doesn't think he’s ever seen Gabriel move so fast. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Charles shuts the door, his back to it. 

Clearly Georgina wasn't in there. 

“Where’s Georgina?” Charles asks, Gabriel answers back. “Dropped her off to see Adrian!” 

Adrain was Alex’s son. Georgina and Adrian had been notoriously close since they were children. Not a big shock to hear they were a thing. 

“Can you two, um, could you come down when you're done?” He asks from his side of the door. Gabriel shouts yes and Charles walks away. 

So that was something he missed. 

You and Christopher were in the kitchen when Charles came downstairs again. “Well ?” You ask Christopher. 

“We’re fine.” He glances over his shoulder at Sofia who was on the phone with her mom. 

“Good. I hope you’re not going to-” “Spain ? Yeah, but with Sofia. Uncle Carlos wants to visit some family and he said I could go with them if it's okay with you guys.” 

“Depends on when but it should be fine, I'll talk to your dad.” You pat his hand, smiling. 

Both Sofia and Charles walk into the kitchen at the same time, Sofia slides in next to Christopher at the breakfast nook, Charles looks like he saw a ghost. You look at your husband, confused at his reaction. “What happened ? Is it hers? Wait- is Gabriel the father?” You asked him and he shook his head. 

“She’s uh- she’s not up there.” 

“So why do you look like you got the shock of a lifetime?” 

Charles leans toward you, whispering so the kids don’t hear. “Gabriel and Oliver were in bed.. together.” 

“Okay, so?” 

“No, nothing. I just thought they hated each other, sort of caught me off guard.” 

“Well, apparently they don’t. Good to know it’s not Gabriel’s then.” You laughed, Charles relaxed at your joke, smiling. 

Oliver and Gabriel made their appearance in the kitchen, hand in hand. “Yeah!!! Go Gabe!” Chris shouts, clapping for his brother. Sofia joined in on the fun, whistling for the new love birds. 

You smiled at your children, it warmed your heart to see them all happy and in love. 

Charles hugs you from behind, watching as the two boys squeeze into the breakfast nook; A habit they had since they were kids. Made for 2, but 6 children would squish into it. 

“Good to know we’re not getting any grand- where’s Elly and Anthony ?” Charles asks, the dots finally connecting in his head as he lets go of you, jogging up the stairs. 

It’s not long before you hear a door hit the wall and shouting. “Why can’t your father ever deal with things rationally ?” You ask the twins, running after Charles. 

“Charles!” You shout at him, pulling the man away from the rant he was on. “It’s her test!” He shouts at you. 

“Okay, so you yelling at them is going to fix what exactly?” You ask him, not that you were pleased about the situation either but Charles needed to get his shit together. “All of you downstairs, right now.” You pull Charles away from the room, letting the kids walk down to the kitchen. 

You can hear Christopher asking her what’s wrong. 

Charles was fuming, he was already planning to toss Anthony over the side of the yacht in the middle of the ocean. You ignore his red face, your hands cupping his cheeks. 

“Breathe, it’s fine. Sure, it’s not the ideal situation, but we’ll help her figure it out.” You remind him, holding his hand as you both walk downstairs.  Charles stops you before you walk into the kitchen. 

“What if she’s pregnant, y/n?” He asks you, his blue eyes watery and the same look he had on his face when you found out you were having twins was back after so many years. 

“We’ll help her figure it out, it's our job to help her and support her.” You give his hand a squeeze. Charles nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. You can’t help but feel sorry for your husband at that moment, you pull him into a hug, holding him tightly and rubbing his back softly. 

“Okay, time to go be parents.” You chuckle, the two of you walking into the kitchen. 

The 4 older kids were still in the nook, Eloise squished in next to Christopher who was rubbing her arm, kissing her head as she wiped away her tears. Anthony, on the other hand, was pacing the length of the counter. 

“Anthony, sit.” Charles says to him, the boy finding his way to the stool by the counter.

“Boys, you're welcome to leave - not you, Anthony.” You look over at the boy who sits back down, a sly smile on his lips. 

“I'll stay if you don’t mind.” Oliver smiles, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Gabriel smiles, proud of his boyfriend and his love of drama. “Well, in that case, welcome to the family.” You smile at him. 

“Okay, the test.” You look between Anthony and Eloise. “Do we have a result ?” 

Eloise nods, “negative.” 

You, Charles and her brothers let out a breath no one seemed to notice they were holding. 

“Okay.” You nod, gathering your thoughts. “I thought your brothers were telling you two to be.. safe.” Charles brings up awkwardly. 

“I know that much,” Anthony pipes up finally. “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again.” 

Out of all the conversations that have happened in the kitchen; the numerous pregnancy reveals, the break ups, the makeups, the odd ball marriage proposal, this was the most awkward conversation you’ve all witnessed. 

“Well this is fucking weird.” Oliver breaks the silence in the kitchen, saying what everyone was thinking. The room bursts into laughter, the tension lifting momentarily. 

This wasn't the ideal way to teach your children to be safe and use protection but no one said parenthood was easy.

“I uh- I think I'm gonna call my dad and head home tonight.” Anthony says, pulling the focus to him. 

“No need for that kiddo, you can stay if you want to. It’s fine.” You put an arm around him. “They’re not allowed to sleep in the same room,” Charles butts in, causing Eloise to groan. 

“Sofia and Christopher do,” She points out, Chris pinches her arm for snitching on him. 

“Sofia wasn't the one that had a pregnancy scare, was she?” Charles asks her, this was the only time you had ever heard him be stern with her. She was always his baby girl who can do no wrong.

“Fine, whatever. Where are you gonna put him? On the couch?” She asks her father. 

Christopher speaks up, scooting his sister out the nook as he and Sofia get up. “Actually, I’m staying by Sofia’s tonight. We're getting breakfast with her cousins in the morning.” He announces. 

“Perfect. Anthony, you can take Christopher’s room.” 

“Okay.” He answers Charles, unsure how to get out of this predicament. 

“You guys can go back to whatever you were doing.” You tell the kids, all of them getting and heading off. “Doors stay open!” Charles calls out to the ones headed upstairs. 

You and Charles walk Sofia and Christopher to the door, hugging them goodbye before watching them get in the car. Charles has got his arm around your waist, the two of you waving them off as Christopher backs out the driveway. 

Returning to the living room, you flop down on top of the couch and Charles makes his way to the kitchen. You switch on the TV, finally some peace and quiet -- that lasted all of 2 minutes, something shattered upstairs. 

“Sorry Mama! It was the vase, I'll sweep it up!” Gabriel shouts and you groan. 

Your favourite vase sat on a side table with some flowers Anthony had brought for you in an attempt to win you over after the fiasco a few weeks ago, Charles has gotten a bottle of scotch as well, surely Pierre’s pick.  

Speaking of Charles, your husband returns to you with two glasses of wine in hand. He hands one to you, “we deserve it.” He says with a sigh, sitting beside you. 

All 3 kids in relationships meant you’ve now gained 3 more kids, more stress but you wouldn’t change a thing. You loved these crazy ass kids with your whole heart. 

You rest your head on his shoulder after you take a sip. “This parenting shit keeps getting harder, huh?” 

Charles laughs, “I don’t think it ever gets easier.” 

----- 

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midnight rendezvous (b.w x y/n)

requested: yes! by @weasleyswizardwheezes1 [i love you arms your writing so uh anything w bill weasley. either smut, angst, fluff, etc. is fine, but could it be on the longer side. please and thank you, no pressure btw :)] send in your own request here

summary: where you and bill have a penchant for meeting in the night

part two here

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cw/tw: angst, smut AND fluff babes fem!reader, bill's kind of a dick for a part. sexual tension to the MAX doll. age difference (~6-7 years?) reader IS 18! jic anyone was worried. also i imply reader is short-ish? but in my mind bill is like 6’3-6’5 so he’s massive and like most people would be shorter than him

word count: 5.25k (so i heard u say ‘on the longer side’ and interpreted it as ‘i want a short novel’. hope this satisfies u doll, there'll be one or two?? more parts coming!!)

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Being the best friend of the Weasley twins definitely had its perks. Spending summers at the Burrow, having a second family that was closer to you than your own, friendly banter that came along with the family.

However, there was an unexpected drawback that came with this.

A drawback by the name of Bill Weasley.

⚔︎

Although in the same year as the twins, you were a year older than Fred and George, meaning you had always felt a little more mature than the two pranksters.

Thus, you felt like you noticed things that the two of them never really noticed. Girls having crushes on them, boys being envious of them, the ways rumours would fly around about the three of you.

The main thing, however, that you felt the two of them didn't notice, was the way Bill treated you.

It wasn't that he'd always been like this. The first few years you'd known the man, he was very nice to you – familial and brotherly, much like the rest of the family had been to you.

However, sometime in fifth year, things changed.

⚔︎

You arrived at the Burrow with the twins for Christmas, ready to be welcomed by the family you'd come to call your own, but was left feeling hurt, weirdly hollow.

Every Weasley had welcomed you with open arms, except Bill. Harry, the only other non-Weasley around, was embraced heartily by the curse-breaker, but you were given a sharp nod, and nothing more.

Confused, you shook it off, moving to sit next to George, his arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled into him. Fred landed on your other side, passing you a mug of hot cocoa as he landed a kiss on the top of your head, arm enveloping your shoulders with a tight squeeze.

Surrounded by the younger Weasleys as you watched Ginny, Ron and Harry play a game of Exploding Snap, you felt an intense gaze on you, looking up to see the four oldest Weasleys sat around the dining table, watching all of you.

You caught Bill's eyes, sending him a familiar smile, but was ignored as the man took a sip of his coffee, turning to look out the window instead.

Your hurt was short-lived as Fred leaned into whisper a soft quip into your ear, letting out a laugh, turning to relay the same quip to George.

The rest of the trip went similarly – every time you attempted to catch Bill's eye, to hold a proper conversation, he'd ignore you, or brush you off, pretending that he had something else to do.

The day all of you left the Burrow to go back to Hogwarts, Bill had even left the group before you could say goodbye to him, and you could only be left wondering, what did you do?

⚔︎

Now that you've graduated, you were relishing in the last summer you could spend in the Burrow as a teenager without the pressure of work hovering over you.

Determined to have the best time you possibly could with your 'family', your days were consumed by pranks with the twins, quidditch with the family, and helping Molly bake.

Yet, you still felt empty; a hole in the warm pit created by familial love, a hole marked with the name 'Bill Weasley'.

The cursebreaker was still actively avoiding you, for no known reason, and you stopped seeking out why a year ago. Instead, you sought to live your life with one less brother, one less family member to love.

Tossing and turning, you found yourself particularly restless one night. Not wanting to wake Fred, who was sleeping soundly in bed next to you, you got up, tiptoeing down to the kitchen to have a nice cool sip of water.

You'd taken to sleeping in the twins' room since the first holiday you were at the Burrow. Molly was against the idea at first of course, but was incapable of stopping the pranksters who managed to sneak you in night after night, insistent on having 'sleepovers' with you.

After the third night, Molly gave up, only giving you three a strict 'no funny business!' warning, before trudging back off to bed.

⚔︎

The dim lamplight from the kitchen illuminated just about enough for you to see your surroundings, having been around the Weasleys' long enough to know which boards to avoid so as to not have them creak and wake the family up.

However, what you hadn't taken into account was a body on the ground, hitting your foot into a blanketed torso, making you elicit a shriek, the unknown body on the ground letting out a muffled groan.

"What the fuck?"

You muttered a quick 'Lumos', pointing your wand at the person under the quilt, only for the fabric to be thrown aside, revealing a tousled Bill Weasley, sleep clouding his narrowed eyes as he massaged his abdominal with one hand, ruffling his hair with the other.

"Oh."

Realising that the man on the floor was, in fact, a Weasley, and not some thief who'd stolen into the house in the middle of the night, you dismissed the charm, lowering your wand and shifting awkwardly on your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were there."

Throwing a curt apology at Bill, you moved off towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard above and wordlessly filling it up, intent on finishing your business as quickly as possible before heading back up to the twins.

"Pour me a cup?"

The deep voice startled you for a moment. At some point Bill had gotten up from his mound of pillows and now found himself stood behind you, his hand holding out a mug that had a 'B' painted on it, gesturing at the water jug you were holding.

Nodding curtly, you poured him his water, Bill thanking you before moving to lean against a counter, watching you from behind the rim of his mug.

"'m surprised you're down here."

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man in confusion.

"What'd you mean?"

He shrugged, downing the rest of his water before placing the mug down on the counter with a tad bit more strength than he needed. He stretched for a moment, arms pulled over his head to pull the sleep out of his eyes, shirt moving up with the movement to show off a slither of his toned stomach.

"You're always around the twins, never see you without 'em. Expected you to be, in their beds or something I don't know."

A protest spluttered from your throat, choking slightly on the water that you'd been drinking.

"I–what?"

The man lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Am I wrong? You've been in and out both their beds since you were firsties. I mean, it's not hard to guess what you're doing in there with 'em."

You huffed at the implications of Bill's words, putting your mug down with much of the same vigour as he had just now.

"First off, I'm an adult, and I can do what I please."

You were fuming, steam practically coming out your ears, and hearing the muttered 'clearly been an adult for a while' from Bill's lips didn't help.

"Second, even if I was sleeping with your brothers, which I am not, I don't understand why it'd be any of your business. It's not like we're friends or anything."

An odd, emotionless laugh came from Bill's lips, pushing off the counter to come stand over you. His tall stature forced you to stumble backwards, pressed against the wooden cabinets as he glared down at you.

"First off," Bill's deep voice was modulated up an octave, mocking your previous rebuttal.

"I am not saying your life is part of my concern. I'm concerned for my brothers."

A hand landed next to your head, pushing against the cabinet harshly.

"But second, you're practically a Weasley. It's my duty to look after you guys."

You laughed indignantly, looking away from the intense man to focus on his arm instead, as if studying the tattoos that covered his tanned frame.

"I'm sorry. It's your duty to look after me?"

You pushed him off of you, moving away with a huff, grabbing the two abandoned mugs to wash them with far too much tenacity, water splashing everywhere.

"Yes, that's what I said. I've known you since you were eleven – of course I have to watch over you. You're like family."

You rolled your eyes, giving up the facade of placidity as you left the mugs clattering in the sink, whipping around to face Bill.

"I'm like family? That's rich, William, truly rich."

Now it was your turn to advance towards the man, causing him to back up as your anger fueled you with energy, stomping dangerously close to his feet.

"If how you treat me is how you treat your family, I pity Molly for having you as a son."

Incoherent words left Bill's mouth in an attempt to argue further with you, but you didn't listen. Turning on your heel, you left the man in the kitchen, no longer concerning yourself with which steps to avoid as you stomped back to the twins' room, leaving Bill accompanied only by the dim light from the lamp, and the creaks coming from the floorboards.

⚔︎

After that infuriating night, it was no longer a 'hidden' fact that something was off between you and Bill.

While it had seemed that Bill used to be the one avidly avoiding you, the tables had quickly turned – you were now the prey ardently avoiding any encounters with your predator.

Any time Bill came into the room, you'd either leave, or place yourself as far away as humanly possible. During meals, you'd move yourself to sit next to Ginny, as opposed to in between the twins as you'd been sat for years, just so you no longer sat across from Bill. Even during quidditch, one of your favourite things to do with the whole family, you opted to sit out and stay in the twins' room or help Molly with the dishes, just to make sure you never had to interact with Bill.

Honestly, you weren't quite certain why the conversation with Bill had ticked you off so much. Maybe it was because he accused you of sleeping with your best friends, as if that was all you were good for. Maybe, it was because he had no right to insert himself in your life like that, to pretend like he cared about you in the first place.

It was clear he no longer wanted to be a part of your life when you were sixteen. You had no desire to welcome the curse-breaker back into your life now.

⚔︎

Three days after the midnight meeting with Bill, you found yourself restless again, unable to sleep.

George shifted slightly as you moved out of his bed, turning to cuddle with your now abandoned pillow as you slipped out of his grasp.

You decided to go for a quick midnight broom ride, hoping that the adrenaline rush and energy that you'd burn while flying would tire you out so you could finally fall asleep. A lot of the time you'd spent avoiding Bill turned into naps, which meant you were increasingly unable to fall asleep at night, disrupting your sleep schedule massively.

Cursing Bill under your breath, you creeped down the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't be down there again. You didn't want to have to deal with the eldest Weasley again.

Thanking your lucky stars, you landed on the final step, noting that the first floor was empty. Hoping that the door wouldn't creak when you opened it, you ran towards the small shed out back, grabbing a random broom from it and got ready to fly.

"Y/N?"

You were already mounted on the broom and ready to kick off as that dreaded baritone resounded from the door.

You should have known you weren't that lucky.

Yelling a quick "Nope!", you kicked off and flew out towards the countryside, only looking behind you to see Bill standing in his sleeping pants, hands gesturing out at you in exasperation.

"Now how's that for some good ol' avoidance?"

⚔︎

Though you'd initially planned on flying only for a little bit, seeing Bill at the door really put a damper on your plans, making you decide to fly to a nearby watering hole the Weasleys used to bring you to.

Illuminated by the moonlight, you descended upon the grassy area, smiling at the way the water rippled in the soft night breeze.

Tranquility was what the scene spelt.

In a moment motivated by something you'd come to dub as 'Weasley Whims', i.e the reason the twins had gotten the three of you in trouble constantly, you decided to strip down to your underwear to take a dip in the cool water, abandoning your clothes and wand on a mossy rock nearby.

Taking a running leap, you threw yourself into the water, feeling, for the first time in three days, free. A laugh rippled the waters as you broke through the surface, swimming back over to the edge, only for the laugh to be stolen away as you noticed a shadowed figure land next to your broom.

Bill Weasley was here to ruin your night, yet again.

You let out a strangled scream of frustration as the man alighted from his broom, feet and torso bared to the moonlight.

Clearly, he, like you, had not bothered to dress properly for the impromptu flight.

"Why are you following me."

Your question held no semblance of curiosity, only frustration as you demanded an answer from the man. His answer did not come, only moving towards the water to kneel in front of it, looking down at you.

"Why are you running away from me?"

Wisps of his ginger hair fell forward, covering bits of his handsome face as the rest was carelessly thrown up into a short ponytail, clearly done to prevent his hair from falling into his face during the flight, a precaution that you'd forgotten to take.

"I could ask you the same. Only, it must be a bit harder to hide from someone when they're already hiding from you in the first place, hmm?"

You turned away from the man, diving back down into the depths of the watering hole to kick yourself over to the other side, wanting to do nothing more than swim away from the ginger, or maybe, have him leave you alone and fly back to the burrow, alone.

But of course, fate never let you have your way.

You turned around only to see the man had sat himself down cross-legged, body illuminated by the moonlight as it highlighted the tattoos decorating his forearm, the several scars that littered his chest a sharp white juxtaposing his tanned skin.

"I never ran away from you."

Your head fell back as you tread the water lightly, looking up instead to admire the stars that embellished the night sky, recalling fondly the astronomy classes you'd taken in the past two years as you focused on constellation after constellation, intent on ignoring the man in front of you, hoping your disregard would drive him away.

"Y/N, I'm talking to you."

The words drew a monotone chuckle from you, your eyes snapping to meet Bill's.

"Well that's a first."

Bill moved to stand up, and your heart jumped for a moment. Maybe he would finally leave you alone.

But yet again, luck never did seem to favour Y/N Y/L/N.

Instead of moving further away as you'd thought he would, Bill moved closer, stepping into the shallow of the watering hole, the water soaking the bottom of his pants.

Your eyes darted at the ripple of his abs with every movement, swallowing as your eyes darted to look anywhere else you could. You were not about to find this man attractive.

You could see him coming towards you in your peripherals, and moved back to face him, his pecs the only part of his torso above the water.

"You haven't spoken to me for almost two years, and now you've just got so much to say to me, huh?

Bill looked down into the water, nibbling on his lip as he looked back into your eyes, almost sheepish as he tried to answer.

"I–"

"You know how much that hurt?"

You swam closer towards him, your feet finding ground as you stood next to him, your shoulders bared to the world as you were no longer submerged.

"You were like family to me for almost five years, and then one day. You just fucking stopped. Stopped talking to me. Stopped joking around with me. For a while, you didn't even look at me!"

Your hands came up out of the water, gesturing wildly as you basically screamed at the man, Bill flinching slightly as the water splashed into his face, looking back down at the water again.

Ashamed.

"D'you know how fucked up that was? I had no clue what happened, why one of the people I considered family, one of my favourite people in the world, just fucking despised me all of a sudden."

Bill looked up at you in surprise at your words.

"And you know the worst fucking part?"

Your voice suddenly fell to a hush, almost a whisper as a tear welled in your eye, prompting you to shut them as your head tilted down, urging your breath to slow down.

"The worst part, the worst part was that I thought it was my fault, that it was something I'd done to drive you away. I blamed myself for ages, didn't know what I said, didn't know why you hated me."

"Didn't know why you'd never like me back."

The last part was said in a true whisper, barely audible despite the silent night.

Yet Bill still heard it, and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes searching your face as a tear escaped you, rolling down your cheek.

Unable to restrain himself, Bill's hand darted forward out, cooled by the waters you two found yourself in, a blatant contrast to the warm tear as the pad of his thumb wiped it away.

You flinched away from Bill, feeling vulnerable for the first time that night, coming to the sudden realisation that you were clad only in your underwear, your unintended confession drawing heat to your cheeks as you moved away from the man.

"I, I was afraid."

Bill's own confession halted your movements, making you turn back around to look up at him, confused.

"I–, how do I say this. I was ashamed of myself."

It was now Bill's turn to feel vulnerable, his unease making him shift in the water, the water rippling around the two of you at his movements.

"That winter when you came back here, when you turned sixteen, I started seeing you as more than family. I– I found you attractive, and I felt disgusted with myself."

You huffed, disbelieving of the words you were hearing.

"I'm being serious Y/N. You just, grew up over those few months, and just came back different, somehow. I felt like a predator, I was twenty-three! You were still a kid, and I, I just didn't know what to do anymore."

"I wasn't a kid!"

"Of course you were! You were still in school, I'd been working for five years, I couldn't live with myself feeling like that. I didn't know what to do, so I just, distanced myself. Hoped that the feelings would go away eventually, then I'd just, go back to being normal."

Your eyes scanned the ginger's face, searching for a speck of a lie, a pinch of deception but only found uncertainty, attraction and lust dusting the man's face.

"But you never stopped..."

Your breath stopped for a moment as your eyes met.

"Are you being serious?"

His breath fanned your face as both of you instinctively moved closer towards each other, more of your body exposed to the world as you came further out of the water.

"As serious as I could be Y/N."

Your breath was taken away as Bill leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours, strands of ginger hair falling to tickle your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

A breathless whisper fell from Bill's lips, prompting you to nod in assent, the man falling to capture your lips before you even finished the move.

Sparks flew in that moment, the man's lips gliding over yours as he stole your breath away. You pulled apart after a second, before your lips fell back together again, insatiable in your desire to taste each other.

Bill's tongue teased you, mouth falling open for his teeth to graze at your lower lip, making you gasp such that your lips fell open in the same way, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Taking advantage of your momentary shock, the ginger slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of you as you moaned into his lips, pressing your chest against his.

The water waded around you as Bill's left hand moved down your body, fitting snugly under your ass as he muttered a soft 'jump', which you obliged.

Your legs wrapped around the man's hips, Bill walking the two of you onto the soft grass, muttering a charm against your lips before placing you down.

Instead of feeling prickly blades of grass on your skin, a soft blanket had appeared, making you smile, pulling away from the man.

"Quite the romantic, Mr Weasley. Know how to treat a girl right don't you?"

A deep chuckle sounded from the man who hovered above you on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip at the sight of you.

"Only the best for my girl."

Your heart leapt at Bill’s words; were you his now?

Not wanting to dwell on it, to overthink this moment of passion, you pulled his lips back down onto yours.

His girl.

⚔︎

The moon hung high in the night sky as both your hands explored each other, frantic, as if it was your last day on Earth and you only had here and now to envelop yourselves in each other.

The pure animalistic need that pulsed through the two of you allowed no time for foreplay, fingers hooking into the soaking fabrics that clung to both of you.

“Can I?”

Bill fingered the waistband of your underwear, thumb brushing your hip bone with motions feather light, wildly disparate from the way his lips devoured yours hungrily.

One act designed to ruin you, the other almost afraid he’d break you.

“Yes, I need you.”

You deigned to show him just how much by hooking your own fingers into his waistband, soaked pajama pants pulled away to reveal his boxers, clinging to his muscular frame.

Bill responded by undressing you with much of the same vigour, moving to pull your underwear down to your ankles, his pants in very much the same state, gazing down at your soaked private with lust clouding his vision.

“Next time,” he breathed out onto your glistening lips, “I’ll make you cum with just my tongue.”

Your breath hitched at his words, no, his promise, of a next time as Bill made his way back up your body, peppering kisses on your exposed skin, his hard-on grinding against your leg as he moved up.

The cursebreaker’s deft hands unhooked your bra expertly, sucking in a breath as your pert nipples were revealed to him.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

Bill moved to unclothe himself fully, before you stopped his movements, his hands already pulling at the waistband around his hips.

“May, may I?”

He nodded as you sat up, eyes glazed as he studied your body, memorising the way your breasts glistened in the moonlight. He would make it his mission to mark them, to show anyone who came near you that you were no one’s, but his.

You hooked your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down to his thighs at an almost agonising pace as every part of Bill was unveiled to you, standing proudly in the light.

“Are you... a virgin?”

The man above you asked as it dawned upon him. He was really about to have the girl he’d been craving for.

“No, I’m not.”

His jaw clenched at your admission, the thought of someone else’s hands on you ticking him off, before pushing it away.

It didn’t matter. You were with him now.

He nodded, coming back down to kiss you as one hand braced him by your head, the other reaching down to pump himself slowly.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, eyes falling closed as you immerse yourself in him.

Bill’s knee nudged your thighs apart, moving himself so he was lined up against you, hand brushing his cock up and down your lips, causing both of you to shudder.

His head dipped into you, your tight heat causing him to hiss, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling before pushing himself in fully, stopping only once he’d bottomed out.

“Are y’okay?”

You bit your lower lip as Bill moved away from you to scan your face for discomfort or pain. His girth, while not quite painful was definitely bordering on pain, your walls stretching as he filled you entirely.

“Yes, just, one second.”

Your hands gripped his neck, lacing your fingers through the tresses of his hair as you adjusted around him. As the pain receded, you nodded, a silent signal for the man to move.

He carefully pulled out of you, then pushed back in slowly, hands landing by your head to brace himself, testing the waters whilst both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Faster.”

Bill obliged, moving to thrust in and out of you at increasing speeds with each movement. His hips snapped against yours at a speed that could only be described as vicious, eliciting sounds that defiled the tranquil nature you were surrounded by.

You were breathless as the man thrusted in and out of you, his movements only capable of drawing pants and whimpers from your mouth, the activity rendering you a simpleton who knew only two words - ‘Bill’ and ‘please’.

Your climax soon drew close, a coil tightening with his every sound and every move, your body notifying the man above you by the clench of your walls around him, the motion drawing him closer to his own orgasm.

“Are you close baby?”

A nod was all you managed as you threw your head back, Bill’s tip brushing against your g-spot edging you even closer to your precipice.

One of Bill’s hands moved down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves above where the two of you met, rubbing figure eights onto you, making you let out a gasp of surprise as the older man helped you move closer to your orgasm.

His movements didn’t falter as your moans grew louder, seeming instead encouraged by the promise of your climax, your moans growing loud and unabashed.

Each pant of his name made the man groan in return, moving both his fingers and his hips so ferociously that your breasts bounced with each thrust, your back sure to be red and chafed in the morning from the friction against the blanket.

But you didn’t care - the only thoughts you were capable of manifesting was how good it felt to have Bill inside you, how this was the one thing you’d ever needed to feel full, how he never stopped in his stimulation, the way his mouth felt on your nipples - sucking on the skin of your breasts, a reminder that would last of this fleeting night.

As Bill stimulated you with his cock, his fingers, his mouth, you couldn’t hold it in any longer - and you could tell Bill was reaching his breaking point as well - you let out a moan that would awaken the sleeping birds in the tree nearby, a scream of “Bill” that would leave the twins wondering why your voice was hoarse in the morning left you, legs trembling as you released around the man.

Yet he still never relented.

As you rode out your orgasm, your cunt throbbing, Bill never faltered in his actions, hips thrusting into you as he bit into your neck softly, intent on marking you for all to see as his cock twitched inside of you.

With a moan that you could only describe as sinful, yet angelic, a sound that would haunt your dreams and bless your nightmares, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, Bill came into you. Hot stripes of white liquid coating your walls while his thrusts slowed to a stop.

Getting up on trembling hands, Bill hovered above you, exiting you in a slow movement that had you whimpering at the sudden emptiness, your eyes still shut from your post-orgasmic bliss.

Lips pressed onto your forehead, as if Bill was savouring something he didn’t want to lose.

Something you didn’t want to lose either.

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The flight back to the Burrow was silent, the two of you side by side as you flew through the wilderness of Ottery St. Catchpole.

When you landed, you looked out onto the nature around you, Bill landing almost immediately after you.

In the distance, you could see the sun readying to rise in the East, colours bleeding into the sky that had been pitch dark save for the spattered stars hours ago.

“Did you regret that?”

The man standing beside you asked after a moment of silence, not daring to meet your eyes as he appeared vulnerable, afraid, feigning an interest in the rising sun.

His muscular arm was what you were faced with as you turned towards him, his tall stature casting a shadow over you. You eyed the red marks you’d left on him, the little reminders scattered on his shoulders and back.

“No. Did you?”

The cursebreaker turned to face you, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched you, scanning your face for the umpteenth time that night.

“Of course not.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, drawing Bill’s gaze down towards them, a small smile telling you he was admiring the slowly darkening marks he’d left on you.

“Then why’d you assume I would’ve?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing on it absentmindedly as he shrugged.

“I dunno. Just assumed you wouldn’t have wanted that with an older man or somethin’, I s’just worried, s’all.”

You inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as you reached out towards the man, cupping a hand on either side of his chiseled jaw, making him look into your eyes.

“Bill, that was my decision to make. If I didn’t want to have sex with you, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s not your place to decide for me whether I wanted it.”

You leaned in to capture his lips in yours; this time deepening the kiss on your terms, slipping your tongue into his mouth and savouring his taste.

Cinnamon, with a hint of mint and tobacco.

You pulled away, tracing your lips to the sweet spot under his ear, sucking softly before turning to whisper in his ear.

“I wanted it, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you could have known.”

part two out now x

[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

[dweetwise]

new chapter hype! have some quick hcs about how i think the killers would react to ji-woon.

The Trickster & killers headcanons

Evan thought he’d seen it all, but now there’s an obnoxious kid in a ridiculous costume prancing around in their ranks. Ji-Woon immediately makes it clear, in heavily accented English, that he’s not going to take orders from anyone, so Evan mostly leaves him alone and waits for the Entity to put him back in line.

Philip senses how unhinged the new killer is under the carefully presented flamboyant exterior. He stays in his cloak to avoid the Trickster as much as possible, even leaving his own realm if the other killer trespasses on the Autohaven grounds.

Max is wary at first, on edge due to Ji-Woon’s sudden, maniacal outbursts. But after the killer proves more than happy to completely ignore him, Max starts watching his song and dance routines from afar, the Trickster’s flashy getup reminding him of whimsy he hasn’t seen since his childhood movies.

Sally is brought back to unpleasant memories of the asylum and some of its patients with delusions of grandeur. She has no desire to deal with the Trickster’s god complex and usually blinks away whenever he’s in the vicinity.

Michael, mistaking Ji-Woon for a survivor, tries to kill him right off the bat. When the Entity intervenes to prevent it, he settles for staring at the teen instead. As usual, the mask betrays nothing, but Michael is secretly disgruntled when the idol only seems to thrive on the attention instead of being unnerved.

Lisa is more confused than anything. Why is some supposedly big pop star joining their group of horrible, disfigured monsters? Seeing his youthful, unmarred face is a cruel reminder of the life she missed out on, and she withdraws to the swamp to reminiscence about her past.

Herman is quick to strike up conversation with the boy; not to make friends, but to study him and find out what makes him tick. He’s intrigued by the clear sadistic tendencies the Trickster displays, promptly inviting the killer over to the hospital for experiments.

Anna is on her guard, despite the Trickster not appearing to pose much of a threat due to his small stature and skinny build. She knows better than to underestimate people, having learned that brightly colored animals are often the most venomous.

Bubba is terrified of Ji-Woon, even though he could probably overpower the lanky killer if he had to. The Trickster is loud and unpredictable, spooking Bubba on numerous occasions with sudden movement or a maniacal laugh.

Freddy loves murdering teenagers and is a little peeved that the Entity doesn’t allow him to do so with this one. He tries to give a snarky, villainy monologue to get under the Trickster’s skin, but the idol only starts talking over him in Korean before turning on his heel and arrogantly flinging an autograph over his shoulder, robbing Freddy of his moment.

Amanda is initially fascinated by his power; throwing small blades into people’s skin until they eventually collapse from their wounds is a creative way of torture, after all. But as soon as she approaches Ji-Woon, it quickly becomes evident that he sees himself as above her, claiming she should be honored to even be in his presence. Having none of that, Amanda starts plotting petty revenge to sabotage his knives.

Jeffrey is entertained, claiming the Trickster’s knife-throwing act would have landed him a spot in the circus he used to travel with. He has no issue with the kid, and as Ji-Woon doesn’t have a realm of his own, the idol can sometimes be found wandering the chapel or practicing his throwing skills on the circus target board.

Rin has a moment of nostalgia, Ji-Woon reminding her of her life before, when she was just a normal teenager with idol posters on her wall. However, his arrogance is very off-putting to her, angry that his behavior taints the few pleasant memories she has left.

Legion laugh their asses off. They have a field day with mocking his outfit and music, egging each other on with the dumbest of jokes, claiming he looks even more like a clown than Jeffrey.

Adiris, through his body language and golden outfit, concludes him as a false idol. Thinking he’s mocking her god and trying to lead people astray, her contempt for him only grows, and she’s known to burst into reciting sermons to draw attention away from the Trickster’s performances.

Danny’s narcissism knows no bounds and it doesn’t take long before he sees Ji-Woon as competition, hogging the spotlight from Danny and his genius. While the Trickster boasts about killing fans and managers alike, Danny can’t help the pure rage bubbling up, thinking how unprofessional and downright sloppy the novice killer’s methods are. However, he keeps his cards close to his chest, already planning how he’ll undermine the new arrival instead of direct confrontation.

Demo sees a lanky teen with a baseball bat and instantly distrusts the Trickster. Will aggressively hiss and be extremely on edge whenever the killer is near.

Kazan is angry. The new killer is loud and flashy and seems to have misunderstood the concept of honor entirely, having replaced it with pure arrogance. If the two are in the same room, the Oni can usually be found roaring Japanese insults at the Trickster or trying to club some sense into the youngster.

Caleb views Ji-Woon as nothing more than an annoying brat. He has no respect for the killer’s ineffective choice of weapon, the pathetic blades all bark and no bite; just like their owner.

Pyramid Head’s fingers twitch where he’s grasping his sword. The new killer reeks of sin and would their captor allow it, the executioner would inflict proper judgment on him once and for all.

Talbot sees the killer’s narcissism and immediately starts planning how to exploit it in his next experiment. He’s curious to see what would happen should he make Ji-Woon as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside.

Charlotte and Victor are hesitantly intrigued by Ji-Woon at first, as he’s got an aura of entertainer all around him. They watch one of his numbers in awe, but their joy is short-lived. Immediately after his performance, the Trickster sneers at them in disgust, as if the twins are nothing but a fleck of dirt on his shiny coat.