#Gwendolyn the Fair

[magpod-confessions]

going on anon for this one cuz i dont want to get crazy murdered but....i kind of. dislike gwen.

probably mostly for personal reasons cuz like ive always been pretty poor and i have. no patience. for people who think they deserve good things because they were born rich. she acts like a tory im sorry but its true. shes probably going to be a very well-written and complex character but im not paying attention to her at this point. she just irritates me. i completely understand and support people who like her but i cant relate. shes mean shes rude shes arrogant, and i dont feel bad for her. im genuinely sorry. i know shes the fan favourite right now. but i guess me disliking the fan favourite is also nothing new lmao.

i would never say this non-anonymously because i prefer to focus on characters i like instead, spread love not hate and all that. but yeah. i dont like gwendolyn bouchard

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[coredrill]

man if you had told me a year ago that we’d actually get an ace story in marvel pride 2023, let alone one where the ace character is also aro and also someone i already liked and also has perhaps the aspec self-discovery story closest to my own that i’ve seen in any medium, i would’ve laughed in your face. AND YET

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

About Suki's twin's design

I give her a longer coat, I make her hair darker red, I put yellow in her eyes instead of white, I put a stripe down the middle of her face, I put dots on her muzzle, I make her nose purple instead of black, I put spots on her arms, I make her hands appear like they're fingerless gloves, I make her tail dark red, and I have the bottom of her legs darker brown (even though they're covered by her boots).

What more do you people want?

[poetrysmackdown]

hi i love your account ! i was wondering if you had any favorite black poets as i’m always searching for more black writers to delve into :3

Hi, thank you!! To start, I'll always be a huge Audre Lorde fan—"A Litany for Survival" was one of the first poems I read that actually got me interested in poetry, so needless to say I was disappointed that it went out in Round 1 haha. fair play to Gwendolyn Brooks though 🫡

Outside of the poets that featured in this competition, I've most enjoyed Aimé Cesairé, Claudia Rankine who I also mentioned in my previous recs, and Sonia Sanchez (in particular Homegirls & Handgrenades, but I couldn't find any poems from it online). For one less well-known than those three, I also really recommend Water & Power by Steven Dunn! That book is a wonder of moving parts—ethnographic interviews, taxidermy museums, war crimes, crazy crazy. Beautifully crafted. It's billed as a hybrid novel but I first encountered it in a class focused on prose poetry, so that's the lens that I've come to view it through. Oh, and also check out 1919 by Eve L. Ewing!

If anyone else has any more recommendations, please share them below!

[unreadpoppy]

The making of heirs

Raphael x Gwen

Read on AO3

(Btw this is the same universe as Betrayer and Runaway Bride, it can be read on it's on own, but maybe reading both of them will help.

Warnings: 18+ this is smut. Just smut with a smidge of something in the beggining, but besides that, just straight sex. Breeding kink, there's some hands on neck but no actual choking, i think this might qualify as mating press? Also dirty talk near the end. P in V sex.

A/N: Second time i write smut let's go bitches. Also this is me setting up future dad!phael

Children. 

The topic had been on Raphael’s mind for some time. He didn’t particularly like them. They demanded attention and made a mess everywhere. Mol had been an exception, but she was already a bit older when they met, and not a toddler or a babe. 

But the idea of reproducing had its appeals. With the proper discipline and education, he could mold his children to his desires. They would be loyal to him, obey his commands, they would be the only ones he would entrust with positions of power, as they wouldn’t dare to go against their father. Besides, in the long run, he would be creating a line of tieflings, all tied back to him, just as the past archdevils had. 

Raphael looked across the table he was eating dinner from. His wife, Gwendolyn, sat on the other side. He started imagining what their children would look like. A little girl, with the same pink skin and purple hair as her mother, but with his eyes and four horns. Or a boy, as handsome and strong as his father, with the same easy going smile as Gwen’s. 

His thoughts took on a more lustful turn. He imagined ravishing her again and again, finishing inside of her until there was no doubt that his seed had taken place. He thought of her already fat belly growing bigger and bigger with his heir. 

Raphael was suddenly brought back to reality when Gwendolyn asked “What’s on your mind?” 

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

“You have that look on your face.” She grabbed a glass of wine. “The one you make when you’re scheming.” Gwen took a sip, looking at him.

“I was thinking about you.” 

“Really?” She put the glass down, raising one brow.. “And what about me were you thinking of?” 

He smirked. “About you carrying my heir in your womb.” 

If Gwen had been drinking, she would have choked. “You want to have a child, Raphael?”

He got up from his seat. “Think about it.” Raphael slowly walked towards her. “It is the next logical step. Mephistopheles and Asmodeus both had lineages of tieflings traced back to them. It is only fair I have mine. A way to secure my - our - legacy.” At this point, he had walked behind her chair and put his face next to hers, whispering in Gwen’s ear. “Just imagine. A bunch of little ones, running around, a mix of the two of us. You wouldn’t be alone.” 

“It’s a tempting thought.” She took a deep breath, moving her head slightly. “And how many children would the Lord of the Nine Hells want?”

Raphael sneaked one hand towards her neck, holding it and pulling her head backwards, making her gasp. “Eight, I think, would be a good number. One for each layer of hell, except this one, of course.” He kissed her open mouth. Raphael tightened his hold on her neck, just slightly enough to cause pressure but not to cut air supply. 

Eventually, he let go of her, allowing Gwen to breathe. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to carry eight children.” She stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. “How about we settle on three?” 

Raphael took the hand on his chest and raised it towards his mouth, kissing her fingers. “We can discuss that later.” He murmured. “Now, let’s focus on producing the first one.” 

Gwen bit her lip and nodded her head. Not even a moment later, his mouth was once again on hers, one hand holding her cheek with force, while the other went to the back of her dress, trying to untie it. With her hands, Gwen began to slowly unbutton his vest. 

Eventually, Raphael grew frustrated and let go. He put his hands on top of the dress and in one movement, ripped the garment open, leaving her in her underwear. She gasped. “I really liked the dress.” Gwen removed her undergarments before he had any chance of ruining them as well. 

Raphael made quick work of his own clothes and replied. “I’ll get you a hundred thousand as a replacement, pet.” He was once again on her, hands roaming her soft flesh. 

Gwendolyn grabbed him by the back of his neck and reached a hand down his chest, slightly grazing his skin with her nails until she reached his half hard cock. She grabbed it, gently, rubbing it up and down. Raphael had one hand on her breasts, toying with her nipple, while the other was at her sex, inserting one finger than another, his thumb stroking her clit. 

As they were both getting close to their climaxes, Raphael snapped them away to their bed. As soon as Gwen’s back hit the mattress, the archdevil raised her legs, putting her calves over his shoulders and pushing himself inside her in one fluid motion, their previous ministrations facilitating the process. 

She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. One of Raphael’s hands wrapped around Gwen’s neck, squeezing it just a bit. 

“You take me so well, look at you.” He said, in a raspy voice. Gwen’s reply came in the form of a moan. His placed his free hand over her belly, grasping and kneading the flesh. “I can already see it, you round with my heirs.” 

“Raphael…” She managed to say, voice raspy. 

“I’ll breed you over and over again, until there is no doubt that you’re pregnant. Everyone will see how you’re mine.” He let go of her neck, and instead, held her cheek. “Tell me you want this.” 

“I…I want this.” She breathed out. 

“You’ll carry all the children I give you.”

“Yes, yes! I’m-I’m so close.” Gwen moaned. The hand on her belly traveled to her clit, rubbing it until she threw her head back, reaching her orgasm. Raphael leaned forward, engulfing her mouth with his and bringing her knees close to her chest, drinking up the scream that left her as she climaxed. 

A few more hard thrusts and he soon reached his peak, finishing inside her. As they both came back, breathing heavily, tears of pleasure running down Gwen’s face, she noticed that he continued inside her. 

Raphael saw that and smirked. “To make sure not a single drop goes to waste.” He laid on top of her, weight almost crushing. She threw her arms around him.

“If we keep doing it like this, I won’t object to the eight children.” Gwen whispered.

Raphael kissed the side of her head. “Good.”

[dragonflydestiny]

Letter to your soulmate ✉️

My very first pick a card. This pick a card is going to be about your letter (the reader) to your soulmate. What would you write to them? Let’s find out. Pick from 1-4. Thank you.

P.S. Their responding letter will reach you soon.

Disclaimer: This is meant as entertainment only. Takes only what resonate.

My Master List

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💌 Letter 1 🍒

9 of Swords, 6 of Pentacles and 3 of Swords in reverse

My dear Soulmate,

What have I become?. The thoughts of having you give me anxiety and the thoughts of not having you also give me anxiety. My doubts and my fears do get to me and I would lay at night thinking that maybe there is no one out there truly meant for me. It’s a long process I have to go through, keeping my anxious thoughts at bay and learning discernment. To know the different between my fearful thoughts and reality. And I will learn not to judge myself for those low moments of self-deprecation and self-pity. Because deep down I know that the universe works by the law of cause and effect, the law of karma. At least in this life, you and I are tie by our past karma and the universe will give to me you, whom I deserve. Not only the universe is fair but it is also generous.

I know at this time we’re not together yet because I still have some wounds to heal, wounds I am reluctant to address. Even though I am working very hard trying to earn stability and security, I still fear that I am not ready and this quote comes to mind “One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels”. I know I do more than enough but why does I feel like I am not enough. It’s because, growing up, I kept telling myself these dialogues for far too long, “if I am not the fears anymore, then what has I become?”. Would you know?. While waiting for you I will become something else than fear. Courage?, joy?, relieved? Who knows. But at this time, please wait a little longer. We will meet soon when I address my low self-esteem issues. I will also work on my mother wound. When we meet I will tell you all about her and how much fear she instilled in me. She was a hardworking woman and similar to me, she never saw her own worth. She ties her worth in monetary gains and seeks outside validation. For that reason, she was really never here for me and in our relationship, it lacked the balance of equal give and take. I felt like I was only giving and never really received. So growing up, I only know how to give and now it still hard and awkward to receive but I am willing to learn.

Just by writing to you bring me so much joy and motivate me to learn. By connecting to you already make me want to be a better person, to show up as my best for you. When we meet I want to give you something as well, a small token perhaps. It’s small but it will mean so much. I know that when we meet, even though it will be brief, I will think about those moments shared for the rest of the week. You will fill my mind, take up every space and the constant thoughts of you will make me smile. Your caring nature makes me go soft, you help me to finally feel what it’s like to have someone truly care for me. I appreciate how you are so determine to remind me everyday that I am more than enough. Times where I will put myself down you will be quick to lift me up even higher. My shining star, who shines the brightest in my darkest night “if one word would describe love, it would be your name…”. You will teach me what true love really is and I will be your willing student.

Love,

(Your name)

Channeled poem: To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks “To be in love is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.”

Channeled song: LOVE POEM by IU “I’ll be there, behind you who walks alone” “I will sing for you who walks long nights than most”.

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💌 Letter 2 🎀

The Hierophant in reverse, 9 of Wands in reverse and 8 of Wands.

Hey you,

I just want to say that I am not like other girls/boys. I am not traditional and the thought of marriage, working 9 to 5 and conventional stuff, they don’t appeal to me. I rather do something else to secure my life. I know that it would be slow, very slow but at least my foundation will be firm. I will build it out of my true authentic desires instead of other’s. I also know that it would mean our meeting will happen later on in life because right now I want to focus on myself, my security. It is sad that our union will take a little while but I know deep down that it will be worth it. In the meantime, I will continue to fight for my way and put in the necessary work. Even though at times, I feel so tired and burned out and sometimes I feel like these burden paths will never end. I know the place I want to achieve is high, I want to reach for the stars. I know these dreams do come with a lot of work and sacrifices. I know that, I can see the path clearly without illusions or rose coloured glasses. And I know that you are also cheering for me. You will be the most supportive person I know. When I feel like giving up, you are/will give me the strength to follow my heart. You remind me that I am part of something bigger, that I am part of the divine. I will understand that to honour the divine is to honour myself.

When I understand my fears a little better, I understand myself more and those past moments where I made ‘mistakes’. I can sometimes focus too much on the finish line, too much on the bigger picture and forget about the little details where it is most important. When I am fearful, I don’t focus enough on my actions rather I only worry about the results. I need to understand that there are huge correlation between the progress and the final outcome. It is a direct reflection. With that in mind, I must bring balance into my lifestyle. I can’t just work work and work. Life is about moderation and ironically the right temperance will somehow bring the fastest results. These realisation bring to me the confidence to continue whether or not I will succeed. I know you know these feelings really well and we relate a lot through our ‘failures’. We know what it’s like to have to face our dark and raw emotions and to be honest with ourselves. To feel the pain and loss of failures without repression and shame. You and I have to learn to listen to our emotions the hard way but it is worth it as we gain sincerity through those hardships. And now we can give it to ourselves and others. So when I’d meet you, you will only receive my utmost sincere emotions. I won’t repress my feelings for you either. After all, you will know either way because we are one.

When I met/will meet you, I can see so much of myself in you. Your journey remind me of my own, both the successful ones and the not successful ones. That is why I will understand you right away. I think I will fall for you instantly, without me realising, without me intending to. I thought we could just be good friends but through out each encounter I fall and fall more deeply for you. I love the dept of your character and through knowing you help me reach that dept within myself as well. You help me reach the deep uncharted water where I’m afraid to go and allow me to see it for what it is. By understanding the fears I have, I begin to fear less. You teach me true freedom where fears cannot hold me back anymore and now I can swim in the deepest ocean.

You are someone who can be deep and wise yet so beautiful and light at the same time. I grow fonder and fonder for you everyday. “My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own”. My feelings become so deep and intense that I can no longer hold it in. I have to confess how much I love you and through this letter I hope you can feel my love and support for you. You are my inspiration, the one where I will forever admire, my dream come true.

Yours, always

(Your name)

Channeled poem: The More Loving One by W.H. Auden “If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.”

Channeled song: You Say by Lauren Daigle “You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing. You say I am strong when I think I am weak. And you say I am held when I am falling short. And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours. And I believe (I). Oh, I believe (I). What You say of me (I). I believe.”

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💌 Letter 3 🍊

4 of cups, ace of Swords in reverse and the Hierophant.

Dear you,

I have to admit, it’s pretty lonely here without you. Maybe because I don’t really find anything or anyone interesting. It’s like there’s a disconnection between me and my environment. I can’t really connect to anybody, no one really understand me and I don’t care enough to understand them. I hope you can sympathise with my apathy. The world just look really bleak where I’m at, it is quiet but certainly not peaceful. I’m not sure if I should be the one that break this dullness. Even if it’s up to me to bring excitement back into my life, I still don’t know what I should do. I don’t really see a clear path to where I could escape this mundane life of mine. I know I shouldn’t expect you to come in and save me but maybe just maybe you could bring a little bit of magic back into my life. A sense of reciprocation perhaps?. But I’m not entirely sure how you could do that.

I only see it in movies where the main protagonist fell in love and their world turn up side down. Suddenly they find purpose and joy in their life. From black and white to array of rainbows, full of vitality. Excitement even in the little things, wild flowers turn to the most beautiful thing. It is these energy where you fall head over heels for your life , it’s where I can’t see myself being in. How can one person affect or influence another so much?. Maybe that’s exactly what you’re going to teach me. Are you going to come in and teach me the tradition and cliche of being in love?. A feeling of ecstasy and bliss where you sing with birds. It’s feel kind of silly and funny just by imagining it. I never really meet anyone who can make my heart sings that much. No one makes my eyes sparkles or my heart to skip a beat or even beat faster. No one really influences or interest me that much. So I hope you can change that for me. I know it’s not good to set expectations but at least I hope that you can make me stray, that you can make me follow you wherever you’d go. Can you be the one where I’d beg to take my hand and destroy this belief of mine where I demean the power of love.

I don’t understand how love can be the cure to everything. I want you to show me the power of love, show me that it is safe for me to express my love to you and also to myself. Convince me that everyone deserve to be loved, even me. Please show me that love is the answer because no one show me that before. Where I grew up, my childhood home, love wasn’t present. I didn’t have my parents to show me that unconditional love. Their love to me was conditioned and not all my needs were met. I didn’t really learn to connect with myself, to find out what I love to do or what I’m passionate about. I didn’t learn to take care of myself, I didn’t learn to love myself or meet all of my needs. I only learn to survive and mistaken these survival mode as normality. So I hope when you come along, your light would ignite the fire within me, the fire that had been dormant. You can teach me to unlearn these survival way of living. I hope you would love me unconditionally. With the fire that you ignite, it will continue to guide me even when the sky turns dark.

You would teach me what it means to truly take care of yourself in all aspects, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I hope we can create together a sense of home and safety where I can be for you and you can be for me. That we can hold hands and face whatever it is that we have to face together. I do want to do all those cheesy romantic things with you. Talking on the phone all night, chocolate and red roses on Valentine’s and even dancing in the rain. Let’s exchange poems as well. I do want to marry you and create a future together. I want to introduce you to my family, build a home and have children. I want to fully be here and enjoy the present moments. To feel the joy, pain and other range of emotions of life and see it as an adventure rather than something mundane and dull. So, let’s create that life together.

With love,

Your soulmate

Channeled poem: Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood “Then there’s the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness.”

Channeled song: Willow by Taylor Swift “Wherever you stray. I follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans. That’s my man.”

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💌 Letter 4 🪲

2 of Cups in reverse, 7 of Swords and 4 of Swords in reverse.

Dear (name of soulmate)

I hope our union will turn out better than my last. Somehow I am not so successful with my love life. I guess I have a lot of lessons to learn through love in both romantic and platonic love. One of the lesson was the lesson of equal give and take, balance and reciprocation. Let’s just say that the divine did test me to see if I really understand the concept. They showed me that I can’t be the only one that give, I have to receive from my lover/the other person as well. What I had wasn’t a true reciprocal relationship, I had to see and admitted that. I had to be honest with myself even if the other person wasn’t. I had to stop lying to myself and see truly what was going on. It wasn’t true love and it pained me to realise that. But loosing a fake love wouldn’t be as painful as pretending it was real. So I chose to walk away. I chose to walk away because I couldn’t take the emotional and mental turmoil anymore. I couldn’t take the emotional unavailability, the immaturity, the manipulation and the coldness anymore. That relationship brought me everything but my peace of mind. I didn’t like who I was becoming if I were to stay. So I chose to walk away, I chose to change and made my choices with discernment. I let my mind leads me to my freedom. I wasn’t happy where I was because I tried so hard to control my relationship and my environment. I know now that was not the way. My approach to love, specifically giving love have to change.

Even though it took a while and looking back I still regret something in the past but I did learn my lessons the universe taught me. I learned not to let my emotions blind me from the truth. I learned to be honest with myself and to have the courage to admit and address the issues. To know I, too, have the birthright to have a loving and reciprocal relationship where it brings me pleasure and is able to meet all my needs. I deserve connections where I feel safe to express myself truthfully where trust is not an issue. So, if you’re coming to me with an untruthful energy, just know that I learned my lessons and I am not going to repeat it. I don’t have the time or energy to go through that again. Thankfully, going through those lessons have help me spot a lie from miles away.

Just know that when we meet, I would be able to see through you. I am very good at reading people. So come as you are, don’t try to be someone you’re not. If you earn my trust, show me authenticity and reciprocation, I know that I would bewitched by you. I already know I love your true self, you don’t have to be anything more for me. I accept and love you as you are. And “if loving you makes me a fool, then I’ll be a fool forever”. When you can make me feel safe to express myself, I will shower you with my love. I will kiss you good mornings and good nights. I will hug you everyday and declare my love to you whenever you demand. I won’t ever let you doubt my love for you, my affection will be the answer. I will write you poems after poems and promise my love on every page. I will be dedicated to you, forever and ever, always.

Forever yours,

Name of the reader

Channeled poem: Bird-Understander by Craig Arnold “Of many reasons I love you here is one, the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright.”

Channeled song: Queen of Hearts by Twice “Baby I was born to rule, yeah I’m the queen, I’m the queen. And it’s all because of you that I’m the queen of hearts.”

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Thank you so much for stopping by, please do not hesitate to comment and tell me if it resonated. Any constructive criticism is also appreciated. See you on the next pick a card where your soulmate will respond to your letter.

Kind regards

- Dragonflydestiny 🪲

[rosered2018]

TMA/TMAGP Crossover

I have been reading a fair amount of Magnus Archives and Magnus Protocol fics, and have noticed that most of the crossovers focus on the OIAR crew encountering Team Archive. I decided to take it the other direction.

Since my philosophy with crossovers is to choose the one character who would cause the most chaos for both groups and use them as the crossover point. In this case, I would choose Gwen.

I'm operating on the theory that the Fears are somewhat active in her home timeline, so it's possible she either goes through the wrong door or falls through a crack in the universe.

Her first sign that something is massively wrong is when she goes to the OIAR building and finds the Magnus Institute instead.

She remembers that her Uncle Elias had worked there when it burned down, and goes in to see if he's still there. Rosie greets her and tells her that, yes, Elias is still there and, as a matter of fact, he's been the head of the institute for about twenty years now.

Gwen hasn't seen her uncle in years, but she still wouldn't trust him to run a register in a shop much less the day-to-day operations of an academic institution. She goes into his office, and finds herself face-to-face with Jonah Magnus in an Elias suit. She has a minor panic attack, and flees before he can say a word to her.

She ends up in the lobby, trying to get a grip and figure out what the hell is going on, when she encounters Tim and Sasha on their way back from lunch. They assume she's there to give a statement and walk her down to the archive. Gwen listens to the two of them banter, and is struck by how much they remind her of Alice and Sam.

Not that she misses them.

When they get to the archive, they walk in on Jon and Martin having an arguement about spiders. Jon wants any and all spiders in the archive killed immediately and with extreme prejudice. Martin is arguing for a catch and release policy. When Gwen hears their voices, she has another breakdown.

Two cups of excellent tea and a few cookies later, she's well enough to give a statement. "My name is Gwendolyn Bouchard. I work for the Office of Incident Assessment and Response in the Chelsea neighborhood in London..."

[oh-no-another-idea]

my url should be a giveaway....

Greetings, fair folk, I have stumbled upon another idea. Combining two last line tags from the lovelies @winterandwords here and @late-to-the-fandom here to share a tiny bit of a potential Peter Pan inspired story that kidnapped me yesterday!

Belle paused and stared up from under the brim of her yellow hat. “I can’t believe this small vessel can really be our home for the next month.” Gwendolyn thought that there was nothing remotely small about the ship. Sails marched upwards into the heavens above, nearly as white as the clouds. The three separate decks were manned to the gills with sailors. Passengers flocked to the rail, waving to the crowds below. Beyond, the sea breeze was heavy with salt. Something was knocking up against the docks, making an audible clacking noise that rose and felt with the waves.

No pressure tags for anyone who sees this and also @revenantlore @reneesbooks @dontcrywrite @sleepy-night-child @hd-literature @mysticstarlightduck @eli-writes-sometimes @drippingmoon and @liv-is <3

[maracujatangerine]

79. The butler didn’t do it - part 2

CW: pet whump, animal death

Lydia leafed through page after page, pen in hand, marking out passages to be revised and spelling mistakes to be corrected.

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The butler didn’t do it

The low, midwinter sun cast its golden glow over the snow-covered forest. White-robed spruce and birch, rowan and beech, all stood silent in the cold. No wind stirring their branches.

The only thing moving was a lonely figure in a grey cloak who arduously trudged through the snow. They dragged a heavy spruce branch behind them, efficiently obscuring their tracks.

A man on a gleaming chestnut horse came to meet them. The horse high stepping through the snow. The jingling of the tack and the muffled hoofbeats loud in the stillness.

“There you are, Coal!” The man’s voice was suffused with joy and relief. He pushed back his brown hood to reveal long, dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard and sparkling, blue eyes. He reached out a restraining hand. “No, no, do not kneel. How are you?”

The blonde man bowed deeply. “I am well, Master. They have not suspected a thing.”

“Well done!” The man frowned. “Your clothes are too thin.” With a swift motion he unclasped his cloak, whipped it off and leaned down to lay it around Coal’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Master.” The pet gratefully wrapped the warm cloak tighter around himself. “I dare not arouse suspicion by showing off things that are above my station in life.”

“I’m sure you could come up with an excuse,” the rider grumbled, “a gift from your late master. A gift for uncommonly devoted service, that sort of thing. It is not uncommon, you know.”

Coal petted the horse’s neck, the mare nuzzling his hair with familiar affection.

“With all respect, Master. It isn’t worth the risk.”

“I trust your judgement.” The rider sighed. “I’m just worried about you.” He rallied, and continued briskly. “How did you manage to get out?”

“Like we planned. The cook was very happy with my avowed skill in setting traps and eager with the prospect of some hares to add to the supplies.”

“Brilliant.” The dark-haired man opened his saddlebag and revealed a brace of hares. Their soft, white fur shimmering in the pale sunlight. Thin, red lines circling their necks.

“Here you go, to further strengthen your reputation. I have sent Meredith to restring your traps.” He laughed. “She is a natural. She will take the path by the manor and insisted on wearing your old booths in case someone would be suspicious enough to check.”

“I had expected nothing less.” They exchanged proud smiles. Coal stuffed the hares into his own satchel.

“What is the mood in the house?”

“Everyone is in a tizzy about the upcoming holidays, eagerly and nervously awaiting the arriving guest.”

“I’m still angling for an invitation.” The rider interjected. “I will do all that is possible to make sure that I am there.”

“Thank you, Master.” The pet nodded and continued on. “The pets and the servants - not all of the servants are pets - are afraid.” He paused, thoughtfully. “But not, I think, of Mistress Gwendolyn, who I have barely seen, but who I hear is strict but fair and not unduly hash. The butler, the housekeeper and the cook have all been long with the household and they seem also generally well-liked by the staff. However… I’m sorry, Master. It pains me to speak ill of a person… the Mistress’ son seems to be a right piece of work. Cruel, insidious and apt to make problems for the staff.”

“Hmm…” The owner rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I haven’t heard anything about this, but I will try to find out more about him. Anything else?”

“I think that is all for now.”

“Good work. Here, I brought some food for you.”

“Thank you, Master.” The pet handed over the cloak and took the packet. He bowed again. “I will head back. I’ll try to return here on the day after tomorrow.”

“Coal?”

“Yes, Monsieur Dupond.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.”

*

Satisfied, Lydia left all the pages in neat stack of papers on the windowsill. Coriander would go through them and add comments later, too.

*

This is the continuation of The Butler didn’t do it that absolutely no one asked for. 😂 Actually, this is a chapter of Lydia’s work in progress that happens before the events in the first part. Cory is working hard to help Lydia improve her writing, and specifically her writing of pets.

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[blorbologist]

Yknow! I'm very, very intrigued by the implications of Gwendolyn still being a child and the twins being teens or very young adults - matching the portrait dated to roughly a decade before this point in the timeline.

Because though their ages could have been shifted around, Vesper's can't. She was a baby in Dalen's Closet, she's Beau's age. She's 30-31 while the next oldest siblings are teens, maybe very early twenties at best.

Which implies a fair gap between the firstborn and any other kids.

It got me thinking -

In the epilogue, initially, Percy seems extremely set on continuing to adventure. Not settle down - just drop into Whitestone to have kids then keep on wandering. Which, no, young man, that's not how babies and kids work. I'm fairly certain Tal and Laura hadn't discussed Vex being pregnant with Vesper by this point in the timeline when this conversation happened, given she's on a pretty similar page and not smugly going 'surprise! Baby #1 is on the way!'

My original way of integrating Percy's post-campaign wanderlust with canon was that they'd planned to keep looking for trouble, but Vesper was an accident and both just. Absolutely wanted to give her the very best (see, Syldor being an asshole and Percy's parents n siblings being murdered) so they buckled down and fell in love with the family life to have the twins a few years later. And with another kid or two popping out every few years, there would almost always be one small enough to really need the parents' on-hand and the stability + safety + support of the castle, so roadtrips would become a distant dream for a decade or two.

Now, with this age gap between Vesper and her siblings? I wonder if they did get to have roadtrips.

Not immediately, not for a few years probably, with just a few days break here n there when Cass or Keyleth could watch Vesper.

But once Vesper's, like? Kindergarten age?

The family could have adventured a bit.

Obviously only safe stuff, but the image of Percy, Vex and Vesper taking little escapades into the wilds or down the roads often for the next few years, hell potentially for a while, is very sweet to me.

That or leaving Vesper with Cass once she's old enough to see it as a treat and not a terrible thing, but! Percy with Vesper on his shoulders while Vex cheerfully haggles down the cost of a room! Vex holding Vesper's hand steady so she can cook a treat over the campfire. Family cuddle piles! Vesper tossing scraps at a raven watching them and Vex fucking crying!

And obviously either something Bad Happened, or they realized this was no way to raise Whitestone's heir long-term, or Vex was like 'shit I'm pregnant again', and they settled a little more permanently. Because the age gaps between the twins and Gwen (and thus between them and Vax’ildan) seems a lot smaller, so maybe they got it out of their system.

With Leona and Wolfe in ranger leathers, though, the older kids are likely enjoying the wilds under Vex's watch to some degree and I for one am thrilled at the idea of complete de Rolo family adventures.

Also, Vesper being their only child for a while Absolutely changes her character as many of us imagine her - a solid dose of only child syndrome and being way older than her siblings! Much to think about!

[twistedoverbloat]

An idea: (Fem) Yuu clawthorn the snow owl witch [Age 19 in this au] youngest sister of eda🧡and lilith💙, Loves both her older sisters, just eda she loves apple blood 🍏🩸, her palismen is a snowy owl named crystal, she is extremely talented at potions, healing, plant, oracle, illusions, beast keeping tracks and glyph magic and good at speaking spanish and other languages from the human realm, speaking of which she always loves to travel with luz and the gang on traveling to different countries and exploring different cultures, her hobbies and other talents are creating synth groove/golden hip hop/techno/K-POP ost music, roller skate dancing,(normal dancing),playing video games 🎮,swimming, cooking and baking, she is a combination of both her sisters a nerd and rebel with a heart of gold for those in need and loves to spend time and take care of kids ( because she wishes to find her special significant other either a witch,demon OR maybe even human to settle down with and raise a family )

Quick summary: yuu had just turned 19 and graduated hexside with honors sometime later she too has shared the owl beast curse but to everyone’s shock she still has magic and has a harpy form after that she still lives with her parents but does her fair share of housework and has more freedom to travel and explore other new kinds of countries of the human realm with Luz and the others for the summer until one night her father came home with a unique mirror that he and hunter found in emperor belos ruined castle

Gwendolyn(mother): welcome home darling and welcome to you too hunter dear oh my what lovely mirror you’ve brought

Dell(father): before the defeat of belos he confiscated belongings from all wild witches

Hunter: now that he’s gone it was a good opportunity for them to get back what was taken from them

Dell(father): but several days later this mirror hasn’t been claimed by anyone

Gwendolyn(mother): and decided to bring it home it’s perfect for our living room what do you think owlet dear?

Yuu(Clawthorn): I think it’s a wonderful idea mother

Later that night yuu and her palismen had heard what sounded like a voice calling her from the living room she quickly got up and got dressed walked down stairs without waking up her parents when she stared at her reflection but it suddenly turned dark with glowing green flames and the voice had said to take their hands and not let go the next thing she and crystal knew she woke up out of a coffin encounter a mystery flaming cat like monster named grim ( she had the same reaction that Luz had when she first saw king ) yuu rushed to hug and pet him making him purr then encountered the head master saying that she the is first and only girl in night raven college[an all boys college]. Wonder how would anyone react to a young powerful witch from another realm enrolled in their campus see how strong, powerful and intelligent she is. And most importantly would have a crush on her and want to have a romantic steady relationship with her if they got a chance ( my two picks are leona and malleus )( best friends ace and deuce the four of them are known as the"wild magic coven")

Bonus: she able to go home on Fridays, weekends and invites her friends and come back for classes, grim gets adopted by the clawthorn family

I LOVE THIS IDEA!!

[pinkelotjeart]

So I thought it quickly Google the names of all the protocol characters to see if there’s any meaning behind them. Altough I don’t think there’s anything besides coincidences, Jonny has famously been bad at naming characters lol. I just like going through all the information we have to find anything.

Maybe someone smarter than me can piece some things together.

Alice Dyer

Alice: Origin:German. Meaning:Noble, exalted

Dyer: The surname of Dyer comes from the medieval ages in England, and comes from an occupational name for someone who works as a dyer of cloth

Samama Khalid

Samama: A Muslim Boy name that is originated from the Urdu language. Samama name meaning is “Companions of the Prophet or happy”

Khalid: Origin:Arabic. Meaning:Immortal, everlasting. (This has me interested)

Gwendolyn Bouchard

Gwendolyn: A feminine name of Welsh origin, meaning “fair bow” or “blessed ring.”

Bouchard: A Norman name with German elements means "fort" (bourgh) and "brave," "strong" (heard).

(Ofcourse Bouchard is also the name of everyone’s favourite boss Elias)

Lena Kelley

Lena: Lena is a female given name, usually meaning “light”, “bright” and “shining”

Kelley: Meaning:war, lively, bright-headed. (War? Slaughter related maybe?)

Colin Becher

Colin: Meaning: Whelp,cub. (It’s giving hunt)

Becher: Becher as a boy's name is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Becher is "young man, first born".

Celia Ripley

Celia: Celia is a girl's name of Latin origin, meaning “heavenly.”

(Celia is also the name of a previous character in tma with the same voice actor)

Ripley: Ripley is a gender-neutral name with British origins. The name, Ripley, is an old English word meaning “strip of clearing in the woods”.

(My Agnes Montague Theory brain is really grasping at straws here. The image of a clearing between trees is one I heavily associate with Agnes, as she was born in a burned down forest, and the ritual Gertrude preformed to tie Agnes down was in a clearing.)

Teddy Vaughn

Teddy: Teddy, which has French origins, means "wealthy protector," "brave people," and "God's gift."

Vaughn: Vaughan derives from the Welsh word bychan, meaning "small”.

Lady Mowbray

House of Mowbray: so I am not good with history but there’s some actual historical connections. Especially with this character being referred to as lady, it implies they are some kind of old nobel.

[pomegranate-belle]

not sure if earth-65 counts for daredevil bingo, but i would love a child soldiers fic with murderdock (and possibly gwen)! anger born of worry could also be really fun.

Ooh... Murderdock with Anger Born Of Worry really spoke to me :3

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“What the hell was that.”

Gwen, who was in the middle of getting sewn up by an expressionless Otomo, did not have the patience to respond politely.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thanks for saving my life, Gwen’,” she snarled. “And you’re welcome, you bastard.”

“The words I’m looking for are too NC-17 for your teenage ears,” Murdock sneered right back. “I told you to leave.”

Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Oh, was that an order? I thought it was a friendly suggestion.” The pinch of the needle intensified. “Ow!”

Otomo’s eyes flicked up to Gwen.

“I’ll be more careful,” he told her neutrally enough that she was pretty sure he was pissed off too.

Well, of course he was. God forbid she disobey orders, even if they were stupid. Otomo was all about that respecting your superiors crap. That just annoyed Gwen more, though. She’d saved Murdock! They should both be grateful to her! It was just her luck that being a big damn hero only got her scolded like a kid who’d broken curfew. She sat through the remaining five stitches, silent but simmering with resentment.

Once Otomo had finished bandaging her side and stepped away, the hem of Gwen's borrowed shirt fell back down to cover the injury. Like it wasn't even there. The steady flare of pain was pretty good proof that it was, though.

“You’re the one who wants me to fight all the time, but now you’re mad because I did?” she muttered. “How is that fair?”

“I trained you to fight! I didn’t train you to risk your life like an idiot!”

Gwen threw her hands up, then cringed as the movement tugged on her stitches.

“I’m not like you! Trying to save people is what I do! Was I just supposed to leave you to die?”

“Yes!”

That stopped Gwen cold. She swallowed.

“I, what?”

That. That didn’t make any sense. Murdock was a self-serving asshole. But. In what world did him dying serve his own interests? Unless it was just irritation about having to be saved. That, she’d believe.

Murdock took three stomping steps away from her, towards the wall of windows looking out over the city. For a moment she wondered about those windows — what could he sense out of them? Anything? Or did he just have to imagine the city buzzing below? She shook those thoughts off quickly, determined to hold on to her indignation.

“Seriously? You’d rather die than get saved by me? That’s how easily damaged your pride is?”

“You were hurt!” Murdock snapped, whirling around to face her. “You’re my apprentice, Gwendolyn — my charge. And I failed to keep you safe.”

The vicious smile dropped from Gwen’s face. Off to the side, Otomo’s expression was tight and dark in a way that reminded Gwen of her dad — the pain, the guilt in his eyes when she first took off her mask.

That was…

They were worried. They were mad at her because they were worried about her. And she’d just been blowing them off like a jerk. Her neck and ears burned with shame.

“I didn’t…” Gwen sighed, looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do it again,” Otomo said. “Perhaps this is one lesson you can manage to learn the first time.”

“You—”

“No training for two weeks,” Murdock interrupted. “And you won’t be going out as Spider-Woman either. Otomo, please drive Gwendolyn home and ensure Captain Stacy is made aware of these restrictions.”

And then, like a dismissal, he turned to face the windows again. Gwen watched him as she was herded out the door. He looked powerful towering over the city; imposing, unmovable.

How quickly would he break apart though, she wondered, if she ever told him she’d taken that blow because cared about him too? The door closed between them, and Gwen kept those sentiments tucked behind her tongue.

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

I will never be over the fact that we didn’t get to see Mildred and Gwen’s first time, and here’s why:

This entire series, we have been building to this moment, and they didn’t show us??

I know it’s not /about/ her budding lesbianism. I KNOW it’s not. However. It kind of really is?? We’re in the room when she tries to shove it down by having sex with a man. We’re in the room when she is battling with the treatment she’s giving those women. We are in the room when she tells Gwen that she has feelings for her. We are in the room when she confesses that she is a lesbian to Huck. We are in the room when she tells Gwen that she loves her. For their first kiss. And then it just magically hops forward a month and they’re casually making out in bed and that’s great. Don’t get me wrong. That’s /great/ and I will never complain about lesbian content. But this entire show we have been following this journey. And while it isn’t the main plot of the show, it is ONE of the main plots. And it runs under EVERYTHING, constantly. So to time jump right over this huge moment?? Everything was building to /this/ and they cut it right out. See, here’s the thing— If you’re not going to show me the first time she has sex with a woman, don’t show me the two sex scenes she has with a man. I don’t need something explicit (although if I have to watch her lower herself down on a man I feel like it’s only fair) but I just need that MOMENT. The one where she decides that she is ready. Because she tells Gwen, plain and simple, I have feelings for you but I need to take this at my own pace. So SHOW ME her pace. Because now I have too many questions. Did they fuck right after their first kiss?? They had the whole house to themselves. Or did they wait? Did Mildred say she wasn’t ready? Or did Gwen make them stop so that she didn’t push her? To me, that first time is a CRUCIAL point in their relationship. Show me Gwen trying to slow her down. Show me Mildred saying no, pulling Gwen’s fingers to her mouth, sliding them down between her legs. Show me that glorious moment of consent when Gwen’s brow pushes up and she whispers “Millie...” and Mildred NODS and Gwen absolutely devours her. I want to see all of it. I want closure to their story. Something that leads me along the path /the creators/ set out and doesn’t pull giant pieces of the road out from under me on the way. Again, they don’t even have to be explicit. Just them making their way to the bedroom and Gwen pushing Mildred down on the bed and crawling over her while they kiss. Or Mildred slowly unbuttoning her shirt while Gwen sits on the bed. Or ANYTHING. Just show me the INTENT to sleep together that first time. I just need to know when it happened and who cut that final line and said it was okay, and what actually happened in Mildred’s mind. Was it too much too fast? Was it like the puppet show where she pushed herself to make Gwendolyn happy? I want that moment when she realizes that being with a man was just as wrong as she always felt it was, where Gwendolyn spoils her and pampers her and makes her feel safe and warm and loved. I mean— we had some pretty harsh sex scenes with her and a man. Show me her realizing how different it could be. How incredible it is supposed to be. How loved she feels. I WANT TO WEEP, OKAY? Don’t get me wrong, they’ve given us great opportunity to write fanfiction and take it in our own directions, but I finished the show and there was still this... hollow space in me that felt incomplete. I followed this woman’s journey for eight episodes, the back and forth, the on and off, the struggling... and I had better not be missing this crucial moment because someone somewhere thought it would hurt their ratings, because so help me. I am so sick. And tired. Of lesbians being cropped out of media to make straight people comfortable. If this sex scene is on the cutting room floor, I request it kindly at my doorstep by tomorrow morning, Mr. Murphy. And if not... well then shame on the writers for not understanding the importance of THIS moment for THESE characters. Because then that means that they don’t understand or care about the characters like they should, and that absolutely breaks my heart.

[unreadpoppy]

workshop

Dad!Phael x Gwen (although she only appears in the end)

can be read on it's own and as a continuation of An heir is born

A/n: This is just a small something of Raphael being a dad. Guess also counts as soft!Raphael as well. Also, the parts in italics are parts where he is reading something.

Tags: @lemonandhoneytea @bg3fan @mjuuuk (cause you guys left comments when i first mentioned writing something about dad!phael, it feels only fair tagging you)

Natahlia had recently celebrated her third birthday, and everyday, she looked more and more like her father. She had red skin, only  a few shades lighter than Raphael’s, his nose, and he recently noticed how there were another pair of horns starting to grow on her head. 

Personality wise, Natahlia had taken after her mother. She was a very vocal and active young girl, playing around with Scratch and making the nannies (who, more often than not, were some lost soul that was in Raphael’s debt) lose their minds, since they could barely catch a break. 

But most important was that Natahlia was Raphael’s shadow. 

Whenever he was at home, she would immediately run to him and follow him around. In fact, the times when she was around him were the only times she’d calm down. Raphael could talk for hours and hours, going over the most tedious subjects, and she’d listen. He doubted he understood half of the things he said, but that did not matter. 

Raphael had someone who gave her undivided attention and he loved it. And he was using his little listener to put back practice into an old hobby of his: writing. 

In truth, after conquering the Hells, Raphael hadn’t had all the time in the world to write his plays, songs and books as he used to have. But now, most of the dust had settled, Raphael could finally finish his more artistic work, and who better for him to show and workshop his material than his own daughter? 

“We now enter act three.” He began reading out loud, while Natahlia was sitting on a chair far too big for her, hugging a stuffed animal Gwendolyn had given her. 

“Our hero, the charming Raphael, is looking up at his devilish father, the Archdevil Mephistopheles. Just another step in the path towards greatness.” As he spoke, Raphael started doing small gestures, as if he was acting out the scenes himself. “‘Your time has come to an end, dear father’ Raphael snickers. ‘I have the crown now. The son you have longed ignored is now going to be your demise!’”

Raphael stopped for a moment and looked at her. Her big blue eyes stared at him, her mouth slightly opened. “What do you think?” 

At the question, Natahlia smiled at him. “I like it! More!” 

He chuckled at her reaction and continued his dramatic reading. “The Cold Lord said nothing, looking at his son with disdain. He stands up from his seat and walks towards the cambion, smirking. ‘If you think you have a chance against me, boy, I’d like to see you try.’ As he finishes talking, the two enter a bloody fight.” 

Raphael then went into the explicit detail that he had written about this battle with his father. The play he had written was a recount of how he had fought each archdevil and gotten the title of Lord of the Nine Hells. It was supposed to be a continuation of a previous one that had already been performed long ago. 

Raphael tried to keep most of the story true to what had transpired, however, he gave himself artistic freedom to change whatever he saw fit. Afterall, it wasn’t as if  Zariel, Mephisto or Asmodeus were alive to contest his version. 

As he read the fight out loud, Natahlia laughed, especially when he talked about the more gory portions. He couldn’t help but be proud. She may be a tiefling and only three, but the girl already showed a strong spirit and a lack of fear. She’d need that if she was to carry on his legacy. 

Raphael had been so entertained by this reading that he failed to notice his wife, Gwendolyn, appearing on the door, until she said. “I don’t think you should be saying those things to a child.” The tiefling woman crossed her arms over her belly - she was halfway through her second pregnancy. 

Raphael looked back at her. “My dear, she’s enjoying it. Look!” He pointed towards their daughter, who was smiling brightly. “Besides, she is my daughter. She needs to know the story behind her father’s greatness.” 

The little girl cheered as Gwen shot him an unamused look. “And I know very well how true to reality these recounts of yours are.” She sighed. “Just…try not to focus too much on the violent part, please.” She put a hand on her stomach. 

Raphael walked towards her, covering her hand with his. “For you, I’ll try.” He leaned forwards and kissed her forehead. 

She smiled at him and then looked at Natahlia.“Good. Now, Natahlia, come, it’s time for your bath.” 

The girl shook her head. “Want to hear daddy’s story.” 

“You hear the rest once you’re done.” Gwen extended a hand towards her. “Let’s go.”  The girl huffed but obeyed. Raphael rushed to her and helped her down the chair. 

She hugged his leg. “Thank you, daddy!” And ran towards Gwen, holding her mother’s hand. As they left, Raphael could hear the girl already talking about every new thing she had learned. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, sitting on the chair and getting back to working on the play. Once she was back, he’d have new material to show her. 

[otunnicliffe]

Queens Of Hogwarts.

Chapter One: New Year; New (same?) Problem.

Kimberly Fox lay on her bed, awake but unwilling to get out. Today was the day she has been dreading all summer long- the day she returns to Hogwarts. Not just for any year, the year before the dreaded OWL exams. Kimberly had felt the sense of dread on returning to school twice before this, but it had never been so prevalent for her up until this year.

Kimberly Fox was a werewolf. And during this summer, she had undergone the 'werewolf transformation', and had almost changed so much she couldn't recognise herself in the mirror at first. But that wasn't the worst part, even though the fact that she had grew rather significantly was an issues as she had to buy a whole new wardrobe of clothes, it was what it meant now that she was a fully formed werewolf. This now meant that she had to find a mate. For life. At 15 years old. It made Kimberly sick to her stomach just thinking about it. 

Eventually, the ringing in her ears as they picked up every little sound in her little house forced her out of bed as she started to get ready. Huffing as she went, she put on a pretty basic outfit and sat back on her bed after, staring at the wall as if that would answer the questions imposing in her mind. 

‘How am I going to survive this?’ She asks herself, muttering. 

Finally deciding to get up, she was greeted by a knock on the door. Turning around, she greeted her friend with a kind smile. 

‘You excited to go back?’ Arabella Nott asked. 

Arabella Nott was someone who defied all expectations. Slowly becoming banished from her family, she was sorted into Gryffindor instead of the wanted Slytherin and was shamed publicly for it. Arabella had spent every summer expect the first that they knew each other at Kimberly’s house, a place of escape, away from the abuse and neglect she received. Kimberly always thought of her as one of the most resilient people she had ever met, with Arabella calling her stupid for that (‘mate you’re a werewolf that is so much worse!) but Kimberly always stayed true to her belief. 

‘Kinda,’ She replied honestly ‘But it’s going to be strange.’

’You’re telling me! What with your sudden transformation into a sexy goddess and Gwen alone I’m gonna look like a rat in comparison!’ 

‘Oh Bella!’ Kimberly scolded her friend, lightly whacking her arm. ‘You are stunning!’

’Not in comparison to you and Gwen!’

’What about me?’ A third voice announced themselves. 

Gwendolyn Evans was the voices owner. A half Veela (and incredibly gorgeous) everyone who sees her can’t but stare. But Gwendolyn was always proving that she was so much more than her looks. Incredibly caring towards everyone, even the ones who berated her for being a muggle born, she was one of the most beloved people at Hogwarts. 

‘Bella was berating herself again,‘ Kimberly says.

’Of course she was, she can’t understand that she’s drop dead gorgeous!’ Gwendolyn remarked, smiling brightly at her two best friends.

Another pair of footsteps appeared, a knock sounded at the door before anyone could say anything else. 

‘Come in!’ All three girls said in almost perfect unison. 

Kimberly’s mother entered. Jemima Fox was a tall woman with short brown hair and brown eyes, the almost exact same eyes as her daughter Kimberly. 

‘We’re going to leave in about half an hour girls just to let you know.’ Jemima remarked, her tone firm but fair. She moved to sit on the chair besides the bed in Kimberly’s bedroom, and the three girls sat on the bed, expecting a conversation. 

‘So, we need to talk’ Jemima says ‘about finding you a werewolf mate. 

Kimberly groaned and buried her face into her pillow to hide her red hot cheeks of embarrassment. Arabella wolf whistled and lightly jabbed her, Gwendolyn laughing. 

‘Mum this is so embarrassing!’ Kimberly said, finally releasing herself from underneath the pillow. 

‘I know but it’s important!’ Her mother said, sounding serious. ‘You need to find someone when you go back to Hogwarts!’

’But mum there’s no one else there who’s a werewolf!’ Kimberly exclaimed. 

‘Wrong.’ All three girls shot their heads up at this and looked at Jemima questioningly.

’Another werewolf?’ Gwendolyn asks.

’Hoe come we’ve never seen them at a full moon?’ Arabella asks, looking hard in thought. 

‘Who is it?’ Kimberly asks, excitement coursing through her veins. 

‘I don’t know,’ Kimberly slumped her shoulders at this. ‘But I do know that they are around the same age as you.’

’How did you find out?’ Gwendolyn asks. 

‘Can’t tell you, but what I can tell you is that you need to find him. He may be your mate!’ At the latter on this conversation, Jemima turned excited, and grabbed her daughter’s hand. 

‘But if we haven’t seen him in the last four years, how do we know that this time it will be any different?’ Kimberly asked her mother. 

‘Because this time you know that you are not alone.’ Was the only answer she received before her mother took herself off. 

‘Who do you think it is?’ Arabella asked, perplexed. 

‘No clue,’ Kimberly said, downtrodden. ‘That’s the problem.’ 

‘Don’t worry Kim, we’ll find them,’ Gwendolyn said encouragingly. ‘Together.’

’Yeah,’ Arabella agreed. ‘Together’. With that the three girls formed a hug. 

‘I’ve just realised that James is going to not be able to keep his eyes off you!’ Kimberly said to Gwendolyn as they peeled themselves away from one another. 

Gwendolyn only groaned at this. James Potter had made it quite obvious that he had feelings for Gwendolyn from pretty much day one of the first year. But over the summer, much like Kimberly, the already perfect Gwendolyn had gone through a Veela transformation, turning her even more perfect if it were possible. 

‘Girls are you ready to leave?’ The voice of Kimberly’s dad, Edward Fox, boomed, bringing them out of their thoughts. 

‘Yes!’ They all announced and headed downstairs to meet Edward and Jemima. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘C’mon mate I want a good seat!’ James heard as he stopped himself after running into the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. 

James Potter was a tall boy, with a head of curly black hair and bright blue eyes, shielded by his signature glasses. He always had an air of mischief about him, and why shouldn’t he? He was a marauder after all. 

‘Padfoot I’m coming!’ He finally responded to Sirius Black, his best friend. 

Sirius Black was also tall, but not as tall as James, and was quite the charmer. Known as a bit of a heartbreaker around Hogwarts, he always kept his appearance up to top. He also had black hair, although his was straight and longer than James’s. His eyes were a piercing grey, and just like Arabella, held trauma. 

Arabella and Sirius were always friends, coming from the families that they did, it was natural. However, what brought them closer was the fact that they both were thrown out of their families for not being put in Slytherin and being placed in Gryffindor. Sirius and Arabella can both remember their first night at Hogwarts, worriedly not eating any of the banquets and not sleeping that night, staying in the common room with one another, sobbing and waiting for the inevitable. 

‘For someone called Prongs, you sure are slow!’ Sirius jeered at his friend. 

‘Shut up you git!’ James said, as the pair made their way onto the train. Making sure that the other two members of the marauders were not already on the train, they found a compartment to sit in for the long journey back to Hogwarts. 

It wasn’t long until they were greeted with the other two members of the Marauders- Wormtail and Moony. 

Wormtail’s real name was Peter Pettigrew, and he was small and slightly large boy, who was quite socially awkward in his approach. Many around Hogwarts wondered as to how and why he was friends with the other three, who (especially James and Sirius) seemed to easy to talk to and easygoing. Peter sniffled at conversation and was usually the sacrifice of it came to getting caught during their pranking. 

The final Marauder was Remus Lupin. Known as Moony, but only the three other boys knowing the meaning as to why. Remus was a werewolf, and every full moon would painfully transform. His face as such was always adorned with scars and marks from the painful transformation. He was the tallest of the fours with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. He was also the smartest of the four, with the other three often to be found asking the teen for his homework so that they can copy. 

‘Holly shit!’ Sirius remarked as he and James gawked at Remus. ‘Who are you and what happened to skinny Remus?’

Remus, just like our other werewolf, had also undergone a werewolf transformation, making him even taller than he was before and more refined. He also possessed more muscle, something that he couldn’t admit to being mad about recieving. 

‘Is this the transformation?’ James asked him.

Remus nodded. ‘Every werewolf goes through it around the same time, the summer of their 14th year.’ 

‘Lucky!’ Sirius whined. ‘I wish that could happen to me and I could get muscles!’

’Sirius I am sure that you will survive.’ Remus stated sarcastically. 

Before Sirius could respond, a murmur from outside of their carriage caught their attention. Deciding to investigate the cause to the murmur, the boys stood outside of their carriage. 

At the end of the corridor, at the entrance to the train, stood Arabella, Kimberly and Gwendolyn. Except they weren’t the three girls they remembered saying goodbye to in the summer. Arabella looked pretty much the same, still beautiful. However, it was the two other girls that caught their attention the most. The most drastic change was Kimberly, but the boys had to focus on Gwendolyn, they almost felt compelled to. Gwendolyn was even more stunning than they remember, which was hard (especially for James) to see how that would have occurred. Kimberly was the most different. Pretty before, she had shot up to about the same height as Sirius, possibly taller, and was stunning. 

‘Whoah hey guys!’ Sirius said as they walked towards them. 

‘Hey Sirius,’ Kimberly said, looking around uncomfortably under the attention she was receiving. 

‘Come sit with us,’ Sirius asked them and  they obliged. 

They boys all moved to sit on a row together, and the girls sat opposite them, thankful to be away from the prying eyes. 

‘So… good summer?’ Sirius asked, obviously asking about the transformations. 

‘Yeah I grew a lot,’ Kimberly replied, remembering the speech she had told herself to say, as to not attract attention. ‘Had to buy new clothes and everything!’

‘Bet that sucked,’ Peter said. 

‘You look great,’ Remus complimented. 

Kimberly looked up and almost gasped. Her mind raced. He was taller? Could he be the werewolf? However she quickly shook those thought away, there’s no way any of these knumskulls would be! 

‘So do you!’ She said, trying to sound as unsurprised as possible, the ideal not really working. Thankfully, it’s only seemed to amuse Remus. 

Suddenly, both of the teams gasped. Kimberly stared into his eyes, and felt the werewolf inside of her jump alive. Remus’s eyes flashed yellow and animalistic. 

Kimberly shot up. She made up an excuse that excused her and the two other girls for the rest of the journey and quickly escaped, Arabella and Gwendolyn giving the boys very questioning looks before saying goodbye and following her out. 

‘What was that about?’ Peter asks.

’Her eyes glowed yellow,’ Remus muttered, loud enough that the three boys heard. 

‘Yellow?’ James asked. ‘We didn’t see anything!’

’Strange,’ Remus said. ‘I felt the werewolf inside of me coming out.’ He realised he was shaking so he took a deep breath to calm himself down. 

James and Sirius moved to sit opposite him and Peter. ‘Mate,’ Sirius asked, ‘What if Kimberly is the werewolf we were told about?’ 

‘No way!’ Remus exclaimed. ‘Must have been my imagination.’ 

And the boys left it at that.

’What was that about?’ Arabella asks as soon as the door slammed shut. 

‘His eyes glowed yellow.’ 

‘What do you mean glowed yellow?’ Arabella said. 

‘Is he a werewolf?’ Gwendolyn asks. 

‘No he can’t be!’ Arabella says. ‘We must have known by now!’ 

‘I agree Bella,’ Kimberly says, deep in thought. ‘We’ll talk more tonight, now let’s find the girls.‘

Thankfully, it didn’t take long until they found the group of girls they were looking for. Arabella opened the door, exclaiming ‘Room for three more?’ And the carriage erupted into conversation, with the other girls rushing to be reunited with Arabella, Gwendolyn and Kimberly. 

Mary MacDonald was the first. Mary was a small girl, with dark skin and gorgeous curly raven hair that she has cut short over the summer. 

Alice Forstue was next. Slightly taller than Mary, was also had black hair, but hers was longer and straight, and was currently tied into two braids either side of her pale face. Alice always had a look of kindness about her, and it was a wonder to the other girls at how she had not been placed in Hufflepuff, as she seemed incapable of hurting someone else. 

Mary Prewett was next. A curvy but gorgeous girl, she was around average height and had a long head of wavy, ginger hair. The match the hair, she was pale and possessed a few freckles around her nose. She was the female version of her twin brothers, Fabian and Gideon and was equally as sardonic and fun-loving. 

Marlene McKinnon was also there. Marlene was the tallest of the girls in the carriage was slender and had blonde hair that reached just before her chest. She also had a fringe covering her forehead. Marlene was consistently full of energy and fun, never seeming down in the dumps or depressed, something that the other girls seriously resented from her, as she still possessed this energy when everyone was trying to sleep. 

Dorcas Meadows was the final girl in the carriage. Consistently carrying her pride on her shoulders whether it be for the colour of her skin or for her sexuality, she was always out and proud as one may say. Dorcas currently wore her hair in cornrows and the collection hung around her face majestically, framing her face. She was the same height as Molly, and she was just as brash as Marlene, with the positive limitations of knowing when to stop. 

These girls were good friends with our main three, as with years of sharing the same dormitory came the closeness one would expect. They knew about Arabella and her family tensions and they were always there to be a comfort, alongside the commotion that Gwendolyn faces through the fact of her being part-Veela, and even though they did not know about Kimberly’s little secret, they were always there when she ill, even if they did question how she always got ill or injured every month. 

‘You three look amazing!’ Alice remarked as the girls sat next to Dorcas and Marlene. 

‘Thank you!’ Kimberly says, ‘You all look amazing too!’

’Are you ready for another year of Hogwarts?’ Dorcas asks them, raising on a of her eyebrows.

’Are we ever?’ Arabella complains. ‘I already feel ill just thinking of homework.’ 

All of the girls groaned at the mention of the word. 

For the rest of the journey, the incident with Remus was pushed to the back of the three girls minds, as they were easily distracted by hearing the tales of what their fronds had gotten up to during the summer break, passing the usually long journey quickly. Before any of the girls knew it, they were back into their Gryffindor uniforms and ready to head back to Hogwarts. 

‘Another year here we come,’ Gwendolyn remarked as the trio stepped off the train together. 

‘Another year of mayhem no doubt,’ Kimberly remarked. 

‘Would you have it any other way?’ Arabella inquires, causing all the girls to laugh with one another.

They were back home.