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btsgreyvibes · 3 years

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How about magic AU with hybrids as familiars? They have the potential to have a partial shift (tail, ears, etc) and a full shift (animal form).

**OT7**

There's a lot of stereotyping in the familiar hybrid industry even though people don't like to admit it

The worst, surprisingly, is black cat hybrids. They're the least adopted because they're considered an old trend. Modern witches prefer to have modern and unique familiars, they don't want something their grandparents had.

So the shelter Yoongi volunteers at sees a lot of those types. Abandoned or found in horrible conditions. It doesn't get easier. Witches don't necessarily need a familiar but familiars need witches. Unclaimed familiars are prone to getting sick and eventually dying, their magic not having something to latch onto or flourish under. Most familiars will shift to their full animal form and get stuck like that until they get claimed or eventually die.

He's got a soft spot for the newest black cat hybrid though. Jungkook's the sweetest thing Yoongi's ever had the pleasure of taking care of. And he's pretty in either form. He's got a wonderful temperament and is shy but friendly.

He was a drop off. The old women who had raised him from a kitten died and the family didn't have any interest in keeping him. The children and grandchildren already had familiars of their own. No one needed Jungkook.

He lights up each time a family walks by, ears perked up and tail curling up in greeting but they always walk past him. He tries everything, he shifts into his cat form and tries to look cute, into his partial shift and tries to look powerful. He hardly gets a second glance once they see his black ears and tail.

Yoongi makes it a part of his routine to sit with the hybrid, sometimes he's completely shifted and sometimes it's the usual partial shift. The hybrid loves to sprawl out over Yoongi's lap, a thunderous purr leaving him when Yoongi pets his ears. The poor thing is touch starved and he's not social compared to some of the hybrids, but he does love to spend time with a few special people. He likes to tell Yoongi about the old women he lived with. How she specialized in healing and he provided comfort for everyone from children who came in with skinned knees to adults recovering from surgeries. The women worked out of her home and he played in the garden chasing bugs and nibbling on the flowers. He could pick out herbs and bring them to her when she couldn't get around so well, actually became very good at preforming healing spells himself as she got weaker.

Yoongi knows the others are getting suspicious, he's started packing more for lunch, giving Jungkook part of his as a treat, something different from the boring shelter food. It's like cafeteria food, and Yoongi doesn't like to eat it at all let alone 3 times every day.

The problem comes after a few months after Jungkook gets dropped off. Yoongi comes to sit with him for their usual lunch but Jungkook doesn't greet him like usual. He's a black circle in his little cat bed, barely lifting up his head before dropping it back down and going still. He tries to coax the cat out but he doesn't have luck. He eventually just picks him up, a brief protest in the form of an unhappy meow and a body that's limp like a noodle, to hold him in his lap. He settles back down and Yoongi spends the rest of his lunch break with fear running through him. The familiar specialist gives him a look of pity when he hopefully asks if maybe Jungkook is just normal sick instead of the sickness that takes unclaimed familiars.

And Yoongi isn't sure how to bring it up even though he desperately wants to bring the hybrid home. They don't have a familiar, haven't needed one or even discussed it. They're powerful on their own, but he knows they'd love Jungkook. He's terrified each day he comes in that he'll find Jungkook's little room empty or be pulled aside to be informed of the familiar passing on.

The little cat is dying, they all know it. Dying from being unclaimed and from a broken heart. He doesn't even get up to greet anyone anymore. His food and water reminds untouched and he struggles to get up when they coax him, body stiff and sore.

He finally tells the others when Jungkook doesn't get up at all anymore, quiet and fading away. He sits down and tells them everything about the familiar, how sweet he was and how beautiful he was in both forms. He tells them about the old lady Jungkook lived with and how he ended up in the shelter. He knows they've never discussed a familiar and getting a familiar as a coven is much different than getting one as a solitary witch, but he can't just sit and wait for Jungkook to die.

They're horrified, of course, Yoongi keeps a lot of the details from the shelter to himself, knowing it can be distressing and upsetting. Everyone knows about familiars and how they need a witch but most people don't really understand, they don't know how quickly it happens or have to watch it happen.

Hearing Yoongi talk about it, his experience and how upset he is, it's an easy decision to meet Jungkook. They all hope that they'll feel a connection and be able to save the little familiar.

Jungkook hasn't moved by the time Yoongi comes in the next day, 5 curious men trailing behind him taking everything in. They immediately coo at Jungkook and Yoongi knows it's not just for his benefit, Jungkook is a beautiful shade of black with blue undertones that make his color look especially inky. He's got a fluffy tail and soft ears, one has a notch taken from it that adds to the charm. He's got gold eyes when they're open, and a soft meow, no noise leaves him now though and his eyes are closed.

He's pretty but it's more than that. His magic curls up and around their own in soft tones like distant piano music. It's weak but pleasant, curiously poking at the coven bond before feeling out their individual bonds.

He knows they're all pleasantly surprised with how easy their magic is reacting to the familiar. They had been hopeful but he also knew they were trying not to get anyone's hopes up too much.

Jimin has carefully picked up the cat and was holding him in his arms, cooing at him and the others taking turns talking to and petting Jungkook.

There's a little purr that manages to be heard and it's the most life Yoongi has seen from the familiar in days. It's like a weight taken off his chest and he feels almost lightheaded with relief.

They don't take him home that day. And it's hard to watch Jungkook wilt as they leave, the small life that had perked up in him slowly disappearing again, sitting in a little loaf by the door like he's going to wait for them to come back. They don't want to get his hopes up if they can't adopt him for some reason, if the familiar isn't able to come home with them.

There's no problem thankfully and they take him home the next day, house already packed with familiar care items. They carefully put Jungkook in a little cat carrier, it's got space for him to stretch out if he wants and is padded with the softest blankets they could find. He's a little more perky this morning, magic curling around to greet them happily again. It will take awhile for him to recover completely but the bond should start forming soon and he's start to feel better quickly after that.

It takes a few days before he starts getting more energy, magic taking on a healthy glow. They hadn't realized how much of a difference having a familiar would make for them as a coven. It feels like taking a breath of clean air for the first time in years.

Jungkook's very happy once he starts to feel better, he likes to wander around the house and explore. Sometime he has to cry to get their attention because he gets stuck somewhere or gets hit with a wave of exhaustion and wants them to come get him. He especially loves the big windows that look out over the garden and into the woods. He presses little front paws against the window and watches everything with big eyes, ear twitching and tail flicking.

A few weeks after they bring Jungkook home, they wake up to him sitting in front of the window in his partial shift form. He's all gold in the morning light, black fur looking like it was edged in blue along his ears and tail. He's a little shy once he notices them, ears laying back slightly and tail dropping down instead of the happy curl it had been. He's full of happiness and sweet purrs when they fumble over introducing themselves to him, person to person instead of person to familiar. Jungkook is all smiles at their awkwardness and Yoongi rolls his eyes and reminds them Jungkook was still himself as a cat, they don't need to introduce themselves.

Jungkook easily has them all wrapped around his finger and he doesn't have any idea.

He seems to be one of the familiars that likes to be full shift and he does spend most of the day on 4 paws but that slowly changes as they settle into their routine. He spends more and more time in his partial shift until it's a majority of the time.

They have a small shop where they sell Seokjin's baked goods full of good intentions and teas mixed with magic flowers, Namjoon's potions for everything from healing to hair color and carefully polished crystals, Hoseok's plants in bright planters and dried herbs in pretty bags, Taehyung's paintings spelled to move and enchanted journals, and Jimin's illusions in jars as nightlights for children and charmed jewelry.

Jungkook likes to be in the shop with them while they're open. He still shifts to a cat when customers stop by or friends visit. They've gotten a few comments on the black cat that now frequents the shop, a few expressing surprise at such a unique and modern coven settling on such an old type of familiar.

Jungkook always droops, tail dropping and slinking away like he's embarrassed.

They correct the ones who are simply curious and the ones who say it with cruelty, who look at Jungkook like they'd rather see him on the street, are not allowed back.

Their regulars come to absolutely adore the familiar though, he rapidly gains a loyal following amoung their customers and they even bring him little gifts when they come by.

He gets a toy mouse that will never get lost

A collar with a bell that his coven will always hear no matter the distance

A box of healthy treats that will keep refilling

A cat bed that adjusts to the temperature so it's always perfect

Most of the regulars eventually get the honor of meeting Jungkook in partial shift too. He gets just as much love as when he's in full shift and the old women who visit love to pinch his cheeks. The coven gets the absolute pleasure of being able to call Jungkook their familiar and Jungkook is spoiled rotten.

One day a regular brings in their grandchild, a small thing with a little black kitten carefully held in her arms. Jungkook is shifted and across the room in seconds, purring and chirping at the kitten and rubbing against the little girl's legs in affection.

The regular tells them that the little girl thought Jungkook was the prettiest familiar she'd ever seen and she wanted a black cat too. The first shelter they'd gone to had the little kitten and they had bonded instantly.

All the magic in the shop purrs in happiness.

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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Shapeshifter Au 6

Heads up at the top this one is our “Last Wish Special”. It’s extra long and what should be no surprise to anyone- Jaskier does not have a good time! Please take care of yourselves as we move into plot territory.

Part 1 Part 5 Inspired by @spielzeugkaiser art here And Also now on Ao3 cause that’s probably easier for everyone.

Sometimes, when Geralt got hurt, he’d use his shapes against him.

Help was the word he’d use. To help him. But if Geralt preferred to think of him using his shapes against him then so be it.

“Get off me Jaskier.”

He looked down his snout at Geralt and grumbled his reply before returning to his composing. They would at very least wait until the bleeding stopped to ride back. Since Geralt insisted the injuries were not so grievous as to require proper attention.

He might very well have been right about that. Which meant they could afford to wait for it to stop before returning for the reward.

If Geralt wanted to treat his wounds then he’d let him. But he wasn’t going to let him ride off and make everything worse because he was a stubborn ass. That was Jaskier’s job. Being a stubborn ass. Not that he made a habit of being farm animals. The risk it would sour him to the taste of their meat was far too great. He refused to be vegetarian. Grass just did not taste very good. No matter what Roach claimed.

“Jaskier get off me or I will throw you off.”

He shifted more of his near 400 pound weight onto Geralt’s torso to demonstrate exactly what he thought about that.

“I can.” He growled.

He puffed up his fur telling him exactly what would happen if he tried.

He had bigger forms yet. If that’s how he wanted to play- well. He wouldn’t bet on Geralt winning. Witcher enhancements be damned.

Geralt, seemingly having realized this, ceased his struggling and ventured a new tactic.

Insulting him.

Which got him grumbling and growling at Geralt. But didn’t get him off him. Geralt knew well enough what he was saying. He didn’t need to transform to express his displeasure.

Geralt, a versatile and clever man, switch tactics yet again.

Reciting history facts but slightly wrong- the year was 1123 and he was a duke not a prince Geralt- asking questions about agriculture – cereal crops deplete the soil of nitrogen. Legumes fix this. A fallow field is left for weeds and grazing. The three fields are rotated. Together this system allows farmers to plant more crops and increase production. – and finally just asking him to play for him.

He, personally, admitted that his bear vocals left something to be desired but he didn’t let that stop him from belting out a few heavily modified versions of his favorite tunes.

Geralt covered his ears and glared at him.

It was only after three verses of Fishmonger’s daughter that he finally popped down into his human shape to do the finale justice.

Geralt shoved him off breaking his sustained note.

“Rude.” He squawked from the dirt as Geralt stood.

“I stopped bleeding three songs ago!” He growled at him.

“I’m well aware.” He grinned. “But I do so enjoy a captive audience.”

Geralt threw the bedroll at his head. Which did hit him. But he managed to catch it on the rebound, which counted as a win in his books.

“I don’t need you mothering me bard.”

“Is that what you think this is? I’m trying to keep Nenneke from murdering me next time you need her services. The woman terrifies me Geralt.”

She did. A little. Not in the way he suspected she expected to be feared though.

It was because her eyes always held too many questions about why he’d arrived before Geralt, knowing exactly the condition of the man’s wounds, even though he lacked a horse while Geralt road in on Roach.

He’d fly ahead, unhampered by the twisting of the roads, and set them to prepare for Geralt’s arrival. Or, when the situation was far graver, have them send a cart to meet him. Transforming on the road just outside of the temples view.

His skin itched when she stared at him too long. Like she almost knew what he was and if she watched him closely enough she might figure it out.

Luckily, “I mean the woman already hates me Geralt.” She was easy to annoy into not looking closely. “No need to worsen her to me by damaging the one reason she even tolerates my presence at the temple.”

If all she wanted to see was an airheaded flop of a bard that was all he would show her. Staying within the confines of expectations worked well enough to keep people from digging.

“She does hate you.” Geralt agreed with a smirk. Pleased he’d befriended someone Jaskier had not.

“Naaaah deep down she likes me.”

Geralt bobbed his head, half conceding the point.

People were complicated like that. She hated Most of him. But she liked that he cared about Geralt. Even if she didn’t always agree with how he cared about Geralt.

With how they cared for each other.

So maybe he shouldn’t have poked the insomniatic bear that was Geralt as he dredged up the lake at Rinde. But he was a bear often enough and he didn’t mind being poked. Sometimes Geralt needed to buck up and face his problems head on!

Then his throat started closing.

Which was scary. Sure. But there were plenty of forms that didn’t need his throat to breath. He’d play catfish or pike or bream or – he was just listing fish again- something while Geralt sorted out the curse the djinn smacked him with.

Except.

Except none of them would come.

He tried to shift bigger and his skin pulled too tight like it was yanking away from the muscle and he tried to shift down and his organs compressed in his chest. And he was left folded over in pain from his throat and his lungs and from being trapped.

Trapped in one form. Perhaps forever.

“Can you shift?” Geralt asked him, looking between him and Roach. Debating.

He managed a ragged sob that Geralt translated as the ‘no’ it was.

There was the bumpy ride on Roach- poor girl they weighed far too much together- and the elf with the painkillers – which helped a little. But the world continued its painful descent into darkness.

Geralt was scruffing him by the doublet. Dragging his limp form. Somewhere. He liked being scruffed. It reminded him of the old mouser in the kitchen who’d claimed him as kin when he was barely a boy. Whenever he got in trouble, or was lonely, or scared he’d just run to the old tom and pop down into a kitten. Instantly be scruffed and pulled under the cabinet for a bath and cuddle.

Scruffing meant that soon everything would be okay. He was in pain and terrified but soon. Soon everything would be alright.

Everything was not alright.

There was a very scary woman with an amphora on her belly and-

And she was a mage.

A powerful mage.

Something in him was singing. Singing at her notice. Her attention.

He didn’t much like that part of him.

His knees near buckled under him as she gripped his nethers and pressed a knife to his throat.

“If you want to keep all you have familiar,” She squeezed him tighter. The singing and terror crescendo-ing in his ears. What do you want me to be? It sung, heart racing in his chest. “Make a damn wish.”

He reached. Reached for. Something. Some shape that would get her away. Small or big or cute or monsterous or something.

Her magic threw him to the floor and it crackled over his skin- she wants you to be human so that is what you shall be – lighting up every nerve with delicious power – do as she says. So that the powerful one might keep you – and burning the tapestry of thread he didn’t know was woven underneath his skin.

“Make your damn wish! Do it now!”

This one is better. Powerful. Be what she wants. “I don’t- I don’t know!” Lightning ran through his veins and fire blazed through his chest and- and- Be her’s. Wish to be hers. Exalted one.

He didn’t want that.

“I wish very much to leave this place forever!”

She turned from him, the burning fading. The singing loud in his ears. Scolding, screaming, begging him to go back to her as he scrambled from the building.

And Geralt was there.

Geralt was alive.

Geralt left him to that witch.

“Jaskier. You’re okay.”

“I’m glad to hear that you give a monkey’s about it.” He fumed.

The singing was quieter now. The smoldering in his chest easing next to Geralt-

Geralt was going back inside.

The building collapsing.

“She could not have survived it.” The elf from earlier- Chireadan- said.

There was coldness in the shape of the lightning flowing through his veins. Ashes in the stitching of his soul where Geralt once resided.

“Why did Geralt go in there? It doesn’t make any sense. What, to save a mad fucking witch?”

“Because she was magnificent.”

She was. The song wept.

His knees hit the ground, the pain of the gravel collision distant, over the shapeless void that pulled him to nothing.

“What am I supposed to do now, hm?” What would be left when this form collapsed into the emptiness in his chest? “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

You should have died with him.

No.

“I’m gonna write you. The best song. So that everyone remembers who you were, what we did, everything we saw.” There was a lifetime there. In the spaces they shared. Not a human lifespan perhaps. But it wasn’t like he was human anyway. “And I will sing it. For the rest of my days.”

“He always said I had the most wonderful singing voice.”

A joke. Between him and a dead man.

If he wanted to correct him he should have stayed alive.

Chireadan knelt before him, laying a hand on his shoulder. A tiny beat of comfort in a symphony of pain.

“They’re alive.”

They were very alive.

He ran his fingers down Roach’s neck, unsure how he was supposed to feel.

Relief that Geralt was alive? Jealously that he’d gone to Yennefer? Jealously she choose him over you?

Anger?

Joy?

Hollow. He felt hollow.

Roach nudged him.

He was nearly draped over her.

He wanted that old tom cat to scruff him and pull him under the cabinet. To lick and squish and purr him back to whole.

What would he be if he shifted now?

Nothing. It called to him that nothing.

Nothing wasn’t a shape. Nothing wasn’t Jaskier. Jaskier wasn’t nothing.

Still it called to him.

Roach lipped at a saddlebag. The one he’d nested in as his wing healed.

He shoved his bloody shirt in as a makeshift nest and fluttered in.

If Geralt wanted his peace he could dump him on the side of the road.

Until then. He breathed in the way the leather bag blended Roach and Geralt into itself and fell asleep.

He drifted back to the shores of sleep welcomed by the gentlest smoothing of his feathers.

He readjusted, further nesting into the callouses of Geralt’s hand.

“I thought.” The pain in Geralt’s hesitating voice forced his eyes open. “That the djinn took your voice and your shifting from you.”

Geralt was laying down on their bedroll watching him with those big sad eyes. Which hurt.

But not as much as the fact Geralt had stopped petting him. He shifted into Geralt’s petting hand demanding he get back to work with a sharp chirp.

Geralt resumed his gentle stroking, lips twitching slightly upward. “So bossy.” He complained.

They laid there as the sun went down; quiet and exhausted.

“We used to do this a lot. When your wing was broken. It was nice.”

He softly trilled an agreement.

“I could smell you on Roach when I got back you know? I thought you had left. I understand if you’d left. After what I did.”

He blinked tiredly at Geralt before standing to shift up. He didn’t want to have this conversation now but if Geralt did then. Well then they’d have it now.

“Don’t.” Geralt’s hands shifted slightly, like they were caging him in. They weren’t. He knew he could get out. Knew that if he wanted to leave Geralt would let him.

He settled back into Geralt’s fingers, more than happy not to.

“Tonight. Can we be that again? Just for tonight.”

Be simple. Be easy.

Nenneke always scolded Geralt for thinking he could deny destiny. Because she cared about him and knew destiny would have her way, willingly or not. It would he agreed. Geralt couldn’t run away from her forever.

But he did help him run away from it. Sometimes. Like tonight?

Tonight destiny could go fuck itself.

Tonight they were just a bird and a man sharing each other’s company.

Tonight they were easy.

#Geraskier #geralt x jaskier #shapeshifter au #shapeshifter!Jaskier #geralt #jaskier #post in the tags darn you #writing

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fenweak · 5 years

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2019 pat/jon fics!

As per tradition, here are some of my favorite 1988 fics that came out or were updated during the year. Give these authors some love, and here’s to more fics and more wins for the Hawks this coming year <3

Canon Divergent

take the plan, spin it sideways by clayisforgirls - E | 45,979 | future fic, GM Patrick

I'm gonna love you til my lungs give out by arenadomatthews - E | 2919 | future kidfic

too shy to say but i hope you stay by brokenlikeastitch - T | 4576 | patrick has epilepsy but jonny takes care of him

Classical Mechanics by fourfreedoms - M | 1595 | Orbital Resonance outtake

Dense by leonardodafic - 2890 | 5+1 obliviousness

We ain’t kids no more by tazernkaner - 4377 | getting together, (lack of) jealousy (or so it seems)

One of Us is Lying, One of Us is Crying by Iamsherlocked67 - 3195 | getting together after forced breakup??

put on a show for me by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 4853 | pwp, locker room striptease

Great News by fourfreedoms - T | 3992 | alex & dylan POV, your obligatory rookie get-them-together shenanigans

Make It Pretty by windsthatwhisper - E | 2985 | feminization, crossdressing, embarassed Jonny!!!

Side to Side all Summer Long by whatislife - E | 2572 | sub and slutty Jonny omg, pwp

take this too far (so we can see if it is far enough) by robokittens - E | 6615 | patrick/dylan/jonny pwp

No, I Never Told Lies To You by fourfreedoms - E | 6112 | post-game, this made me tear up ngl

easy does it by robokittens - E | 2137 | PWP

Vitamin K by fourfreedoms - E | 9373 | first time blow jobs

Emerald Green by eams81 - G | 855 | st. patrick's day fluff

Date Night by Bittersweet - G | 250 | date night

Didn't Know That Was a Thing by AnythingThrice - T | 1,303 | ust, prostate toys ;A;

Casablanca (I want to be shameless like the sun) by Caivallon - E | 7668 | roleplaying

Hands On Me by windsthatwhisper - E | 3230 | nhl awards pwp

8-8-19 by CoffeeKristin - G | 895 | established relationship fluff

you won't ask and i won't say by littlelocaldreamer - E | 4329 | offseason fic, family stuff angst

So Much More Than Just Best Friends by AlinaLovesHockey - T | 1129 | confessions

his voice is a familiar sound by littlelocaldreamer - E | 2178 | morning sex, angst

Play It Straight by SimoneClouseau - E | 6223 | fuck buddies

drown for your love (and then repeat) by captaintoews lavenderharry) - E | 1310 | pwp

red eye by robokittens - G | 579 | fluff, established relationship

It Was a Very Good Year by booray (sterne) - G | 814 | autumnal feelings

to follow all the paths you choose by littlelocaldreamer - E | 20,788 | getting together

Let Her Cry by NoSaneMan - 1633 | alcoholism angst

safety first by toewsin (haroldslouis) - T | 1645 | 5+ 1, protectiveness

to desire is to be unquiet by captaintoews (lavenderharry) - G | 2792 | h/c, established relationship

we were reachin', reachin' for the rafters by capnseriouslycanadian - G | 1504 | nostalgia, angst and fluff

Wrong Cop, Right Man by AnythingThrice - T | 1749 | halloween party fic

the only one my body loves by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3416 | size difference

Shitshow by AnythingThrice (WIP)- E | 19,989 | relationship negotiation, pron with feelings

Just Getting Started by allthebros - T | 1814 | insomnia, h/c

Coffee Talk by Kkane88 - 1960 | post-break up getting back together

us two by ishybishy (WIP)- E | 13,310 | relationship vignettes, angst fluff and smut

sun come ease me in by oakshields - E | 15,601 | established relationship, dylan strome is a distraction

in this bed next to you by gasmsinc - E | 2192 | established relationship, post-game

something like h/c by toewsyourheart - M | 1516 | post-practice h/c

A Long Time Coming by the_darklordofall1 - T | 2938 | obliviously dating

reds by yummyda - T | 3392 | daddy kink

Shawty With You by allthebros - E | 6764 | mistletoe kisses

i'll be home (for christmas) by oakshields - E | 7780 | established relationship, christmas in winnipeg

you may ask yourself by littlelocaldreamer - E | 3301 | morning sex

AUs

Today's Another Day To Find You by jezziejay - M | 24,854 | ex-husbands post-divorce au

More Than I Could Ever Promise by Linsky - E | 47,018 | Royalty bodyguard au

our decades in the sun by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 21,097 | slow build where patrick is a hotel heir

good form by Anonymous - E | 3419 | girl!patrick, college AU

"of gifts and fireflies" by huntersandangels - M | 46,582 | trust fund baby patrick on a journey of self discovery

old pine by gasmsinc - E | 2034 | werewolves a/b/o, camping

Field of Shadows by allthebros - E | 6515 | one-hand jonny returns with ptsd, established relationship, codependency

where have all the flower by gasmsinc - E | 4869 | a/b/o, animal transformation

get drunk on the good life by gasmsinc - E | 6005 | mob AU, crossdressing

Stand (You’re Gonna Run Again) by windsthatwhisper - E | 13,840 | military, angst with a happy ending

gasolina by toewsin (haroldslouis) - E | 14,521 | mechanic!patrick

Night Moves by heartstrings - T | 10,171 | college au, drunken shenanigans

Chips and Cribs by whatislife - 2034 | mpreg

baby, i can get you in my ride by thundersquall - E | 10,695 | pwp

Pretend it's just you and me by Sail_On, TheNorthRemembers - (WIP) - E | 87,848 | mob AU

send my love (to your new lover) by gasmsinc - E | 9584 | nanny patrick

and then i was like (ficlets from tumblr) by sorrylatenew (WIP) - E | 6115 | assorted stuff but so good

Holla Die Waldfee by ThalassicThedes (50niftiesus) - T | 3215 | magical au

now a soft kiss by cuddlefighter (bibbasaur) - E | 70,948 | georgette heyer's the convenient marriage au

we are only what we always were by windsthatwhisper - T | 2,113 | salem witch trials

Wick: a The Secret Garden fusion by allthebros - T | 1240 | secret garden fusion

Murder, He Wrote by jezziejay - M | 33,241 | murder on the nile AU, patrick and jonny solving crimes and being in love circa 1930 hhhhhh

soft, softer, softly by heartstrings - E | 12,920 | a/b/o, mainly dylan/alex but this was beautiful

spread my dreams under your feet by thundersquall - E | 16,234 | magical realism, friends to lovers, jonny has prophetic dreams (he does tho)

Kitten Sittin' by Celly1995 for hippietoews - G | 2445 | kitten kaner fluff!

Race Like Falcons to Crash and Burn by Linsky - E | 74,689 | bg 1988 only, but wolfverse installment!

Isn’t She Lovely by windsthatwhisper - G | 2497 | wishbaby au | with podfic by captaintoews (lavenderharry)

Contact High by cupstealer - E | 84,918 | sentinel au!!!!!!

Going Five-Hole by sorrylatenew - E | 6331 | pwp, surprise vagina sfshkfs

Its in the past by candy_belle - 1347 | blackhawks convention but make it a/b/o

tame the strength of the ocean by thisissirius (thirteentorafters) - T | 3727 | fast and furious AU

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#patrick kane #jonathan toews #1988 #blackhawks #nhl blackhawks #chicago blackhawks #fic rec #hockey rpf #1988 fic rec

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nerdypanda3126 · 4 years

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MariChat May Day 1 - Witch AU

This is my first year for Marichat May! I'm super excited; I have so many fun little ideas for these prompts.

For Day 1, I went with a Hogwarts AU and there might've been a Polyjuice potion mishap...

Read on Ao3

Adrien peeks out of the abandoned classroom, his robes pulled over his head and his Hufflepuff scarf wrapped over his nose and cheeks. This is the worst possible thing that could've happened. Why did he agree to do this again?

He scans the hallway for someone, anyone, friendly and his eyes fall on a familiar set of pigtails. She’s sitting across the hall, her head bent over the sketchbook in her lap, smudging her charcoal stick across the page. The tips of his ears heat up at the thought of even asking Marinette, best and brightest in their class, for help, but he’s desperate.

“Psst.”

Her head pops up and swivels, looking for the source of the noise. He waves with a sleeve covering his hand to get her attention. Her eyes narrow at him suspiciously, but she closes her sketchbook, tucks it away, and shoulders her bag before she walks over to him.

"Adrien?"

“I need your help,” he says, clutching at her wrist and pulling her in with him, closing the door behind them.

She spins on him, wand out, as soon as they’re alone. He puts his hands up in defense, forgetting momentarily that he has claws. Her wand drops a fraction when she sees. Welp, that’s one way to reveal it to her. He sighs as he pulls the robes off his head and the scarf away from his face, revealing the cat ears mussing up his blond hair, whiskers, and fine black fur covering his face.

Her wand lowers all the way to her side. He squirms as she just stares at him. He wasn’t expecting her to start giggling.

“It’s not funny!” He hisses at her. Unfortunately, his tone does nothing to help his case. Her giggles intensify and she puts up a finger for him to wait.

The tail he had sprouted swishes behind him and he chases it for a minute before he catches it, looking at it fully for the first time. It’s fluffy. He has a fluffy black tail attached to him. Unbelievable. He drops it indignantly. Marinette can't even look at him; she just keeps bursting into new peals of laughter.

When she catches her breath, she manages to pant, “You're right, you're right, it's not funny.” She suppresses the last of her giggles and wipes her eyes before clearing her throat, regaining her composure. “So you want to tell me why you were messing with Polyjuice potion in the first place?”

Crap. Of course she knows what he screwed up. “I was... trying to help a friend.”

“And ‘helping a friend’ translates to ‘Polyjuice potion’ because…?”

Because his friend Juleka was being bullied and he and her Slytherin brother came up with this brilliant plan to transform Adrien into the biggest guy they knew so he could pretend to be dating her so people would back off. Who knew Ivan volunteers to play with kittens in his spare time?

“Can you help me fix it or not?” He asks instead.

“You think I know how to fix this?”

“Why not? You’re the best at potions in the whole school.”

She blushes and tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear. "H-how do you know that?"

Because he stares at her in every class they share. Because he's caught her sticking her tongue out when she's working on a particularly tough potion. Because her name is like a neon sign whenever he sees it, and it's always at the top of the exam scores.

"Everyone knows that," he says. But he can feel the heat creeping up his face, and it has nothing to do with the addition of the fur.

She blinks at him. "Of course. Right. Here, let me see." She puts out a hand. He swallows past the lump in his throat as he sets the back of his clawed hand in hers. She grips his wrist and tests his claws with the pad of her finger, then flips his hand so their palms are together.

If he had more presence of mind, he would be embarrassed about the dense fur covering the backs of his hands. But Marinette is running her fingers through it experimentally, and she's holding his hand, and she's sticking her tongue out like he's a tough problem to solve. And his heart is trying to pound through his ribcage.

She looks up at him and brushes his hair out of his eyes to see them better. He can only assume they’re much more feline than normal. Her fingertips are cool against his forehead. He's never noticed before, but there’s a smattering of freckles across her cheeks. She has a smudge of charcoal on the right side of her nose. Her eyes are steely blue, intensely focused, softened with concern. Beautiful.

His tail flicks behind him, bringing him back to reality with a crash. He's currently a half-cat disaster. Not his most attractive look.

She reaches up to feel one of his cat ears, and it surprises them both when he reflexively butts his head into her hand and starts to purr with the force of an engine. He claps a hand over his mouth and pulls away from her hastily until his back hits the door with a thud. She seems stunned, her hand paused in the air.

He’s only had a crush on this girl for going on four years now. He’s never even been able to talk to her before outside of class. This is their first real conversation. And he just asked for pets. Mortifying. He’ll be surprised if she ever wants to talk to him again. At least she hasn’t run away yet.

After a moment, she clears her throat and drops her hand. "I'm officially way out of my depth here."

"Marinette, please-"

"But I can get you to the hospital wing and make sure no one sees." She gestures to his scarf and he takes it off hurriedly to give it to her. She circles him to wrap it loosely around his head in a way that conceals the ears and his face handily. She adjusts it in front so just his eyes are uncovered. She's wearing some sort of perfume on her wrists, and he tries not to think about how long the scent might linger on his scarf. Then she reaches in her bag and pulls out a pair of Slytherin gloves and offers them to him.

"But… the claws…" he says apologetically. She flops the gloves at him again insistently. He takes them from her and puts them on, doing his best to avoid catching his claws, and she takes a step back to look at her handiwork.

"The tail… hmm... you'll just have to try to keep it still under your robes."

As if on cue, his tail pokes out and practically waves at her. He blushes, shoving the incorrigible appendage back behind himself.

"Easier said than done, I take it? Oh!" She digs in her bag again and produces a loose bit of yarn and a pair of pink scissors. He glances from the yarn, back up to her, and down to his feet. They can tie the tail down.

Before he can answer, she’s snipped a length of yarn off, tucked the extra back in her bag, and stooped down as if she’s about to tie his shoes. A jolt goes through him when she catches his tail and he has a curious instinct to hiss and yank it out of her hands. An instinct that he steadfastly ignores. Her fingers work quickly, though, and when she straightens up again, his tail is secured to his calf. It’s uncomfortable. But then again, this whole ordeal has been uncomfortable. Next time Luka suggests Adrien should pretend to date Juleka, he’ll just do it as himself, and not worry about Marinette possibly finding out he has a ‘girlfriend’. Not like he has a chance with Marinette now, anyways.

“Now, if anyone asks, you’re my cousin, visiting from… oh, I don’t know, someplace hot... And you find it unbearably cold here.”

He looks at his hands, encased in her gloves, and flexes his fingers. It’s a plausible excuse. As long as no one looks too closely.

“You’re amazing, Marinette.” Did he really just say that out loud? Wait, is she actually blushing? The end of his tail flicks impatiently against its constraint. They should go. He clears his throat.

“Do you mind leading the way? I can’t really see over the, you know, the scarf.” Tentatively, he offers her a hand.

She hesitates, blushing deeper than he thought possible, before she shakes her head and squares her shoulders, grabbing his hand forcefully. She opens the door to poke her head out, checking that the way is clear before she tugs him out with her and they’re off down the hallway.

With every step, he can feel the tie around his tail loosening. He can only pray it holds. Marinette has a quick, determined stride, and he stumbles a few times trying to keep up while being led by the hand. While he’s not paying attention, she stops abruptly and he barrels into her back. He hears her curse under her breath, then she spins him around to head in a different direction. He can’t imagine what she might’ve seen that made her change trajectory, until he hears someone calling after them.

“Marinette, wait up!”

It’s a familiar voice to him, although he can’t quite place it. Marinette certainly knows who it is, though. She clutches his hand tighter and pushes forward, trying to lose whoever’s back there. He can feel his tail slipping out of the yarn. He’s grateful for Marinette’s urgency, but they’ll need to stop soon to resecure it.

“Marinette, geez girl, who are you running from?” Finally, through what little he can see over the scarf, he recognizes Alya, Marinette’s best friend, as she catches Marinette’s shoulder in front of him. Marinette pauses, caught between him and Alya, and she turns slowly, pulling him back behind her as she does. As subtly as he can, he ducks behind her.

“Oh, hi, Alya, I didn’t know you were back there!”

“Who’s this?”

“Who is…? Oh! This is my….cousin… from, um…”

“Africa,” Adrien supplies behind her, the first hot place he could think of.

“Right, Africa! I was just showing him around, you know, the sights and everything.”

He can practically feel Alya raising her eyebrows in the silence. But the more pressing issue is that his tail has worked itself completely free of the yarn. He tugs at Marinette’s sleeve, but she shrugs him off.

“That’s the lamest excuse I think I’ve ever heard. What’s going on?”

Marinette shifts from one foot to the other, and she itches the back of her calf with the toe of her shoe. She’s stalling to think. He wishes he could help her come up with something. Instead he finds that he’s focused on how one of her pigtails is tied slightly lower than the other. Do not bat at the ribbons. Do not bat at the ribbons.

“Why are you hiding him? Is he your secret boyfriend or something?” Alya’s tone has turned teasing. The scarf is not helping the heat roasting Adrien’s face. He wishes.

“What? No!”

“Uh huh. Is it Adrien hiding back there? You’ve only been head over heels for him forever, it’s about time you asked him out.”

“Alya,” Marinette hisses.

His cat ears perk up under the scarf. Marinette? Head over heels for him? A purr starts deep in his chest and he coughs to cover it. Marinette turns her head a fraction to glance back at him. He shrugs, and he can see the corner of her mouth turn up in a smile.

“Uh, Marinette? Whatcha got there?” Marinette looks down at her feet, where Alya must’ve pointed. Adrien looks too. His tail had curled itself around Marinette’s calf while they both weren’t paying attention. Oops. There’s an awkward pause between the three of them, and then Marinette’s head snaps back up.

“Gotta go, I’ll explain later, bye!” The words rush out of Marientte’s mouth and she’s grabbed his hand and spun him around before he can blink. For some stupid reason, he looks back and waves at Alya. She waves back, dumbfounded, before Adrien and Marinette turn a corner. Marinette pulls him into an alcove, just in time to hear Alya running past. He should’ve known she would follow them. Apparently Marinette did.

They both wait anxiously for her to pass, and when Adrien turns his head back, he realizes he and Marinette are practically toe to toe. She’s still clutching his hand. She drops it when she notices, and she looks away while her face turns bright red. Marinette, head over heels for him.

“You should’ve told me it came loose,” she mutters.

“I did try.”

“Well, there goes the ‘no one seeing’ thing. Half the school will know within twenty minutes if I know Alya.”

He looks down before tapping the toes of his shoes against hers. “Does that mean half the school will also think I’m your secret boyfriend?” He dares to glance up at her through his bangs, grateful for the scarf for hiding more than his whiskers.

“My secret boyfriend with a cat tail and a penchant for winter wear.” She rolls her eyes at him, but she’s smiling. Teasing.

He flexes his fingers at his side. He might never get this chance again. He pulls the scarf away from his face to look at her properly. Here goes nothing.

“Maybe it wouldn’t have to be a secret?”

A mischievous glint flashes through her eyes. She pushes him back by the nose, a smug smile on her face.

“Lose the tail first, then we’ll talk.”

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@marichatmay

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fic #ml fic #marichat #marichatmay2020 #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml au #harry potter au #hogwarts au

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angelkitty54 · 5 years

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Was randomly inspired while listening to “When he sees me” from the Waitress soundtrack. Also inspired a manga I read forever ago and can no longer remember the name of, and Mahoutsukai no Yome (or Ancient Magus Bride if you’re more familiar with the English name).

....

Soooo, an AU where Luna is a relatively poor waitress at a diner somewhere who is kind of a lot lonely, but is shy and a little insecure about dating. Her friends, Cindy and Aranea, are always trying to get her to loosen up and come out with them. But though Luna is a hopeless romantic at heart, hoping to find true love and all that jazz, the pessimistic part of her that says true love doesn’t exist keeps winning out. She’s too afraid of getting hurt to try.

Noctis and Luna are really close friends and she confides in him all the time. No one knows her like he does or is closer to her than him. He’s been in love with her almost as long as they’ve known each other, but she doesn’t have a clue. Unfortunately, he is doomed to an unrequited love. Why? Well, it’s impossible for Noct to tell her his true feelings, because Noctis is a cat.

Like literally, he’s a stray black cat that Luna rescued as a kitten. Noctis, so in love with Luna and so desperate to be with her, to make her happy, seeks out the aid of a witch. Unfortunately there is no magic that will grant his wish. Or at least, the cost is so high that it is not worth it and there is no guarantee he will get what his heart truly desires in the end either.

She does however tell him of a very powerful magic he himself possesses. You know that saying about cats having nine lives? Well, turns out it’s true. Noct has the power to perform nine miracles. However, each miracle will cost him one of his nine lives, and she warns him to be careful, for once he uses his ninth miracle and last life, he will die.

Armed with this new knowledge Noct returns to Luna. Cindy and Aranea have managed to convince her to attend a party, a dance of some kind. I’m thinking it’s Halloween, maybe, so it’s a costume party. Luna is reluctant, but some part of her is hopeful she might actually meet someone. Noct seeing this, wants nothing more than to make this night special for Luna. So he performs his first miracle, giving up his first life.

That night Luna encounters a dark haired stranger. It’s like something straight out of one of her fantasies. He’s so gentlemanly when invites her to dance, he’s funny and makes her laugh, he’s kind of a dork, but that’s okay because she’s kind of a dork too. He introducing himself as Noctis and when she mentions how that’s her cat’s name he only smiles and nods, like he already knows.

They dance themselves silly, drink maybe a bit too much punch that may or may not have been spiked, they giggle at some of the more outrageous costumes, and even the less outrageous ones. And when she becomes too tired to go on, he sees her home safely, and shyly plants a kiss on her cheek. It’s a truly magical night, she can scarcely believe it actually happened.

For Noctis it’s everything he could have asked for and more. He can finally stand beside Luna, hold her, talk to her, just as he’s always wanted. However, he only has so much power and this miracle can only last so long... And once the night is over and the magic used up, he turns back into a cat.

Still, he still has seven more miracles (eight, a voice reminds him in the back of his mind). And if tonight is any indication, then he might have a chance after all. Maybe, if he’s clever, he can work something out...

TBC...

#lunoct #noctis x luna #noctis lucis caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #noct is a cat #literally a cat #ffxv #more coming soon #angst and tragedy #strap in folks #there will be tears

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jackienova · 1 year

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#digital #Digital Illustration #digital drawing #doe #witch doe familiar kitten au #witch's familiar au #i'm sorry there's so many versions but i just like them all lmaooooo #a little magic fun #yes i wanted to do that witch wife meme ok #her eyes change in the purple one because she's up to no good :d

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fanficimagery · 6 years

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Imagine being Hermione's American cousin. Her twentieth birthday is coming up and her friends have planned a pub crawl. You decide to surprise her and have some fun. Meeting your soulmate is just a bonus.

Author's Note: I know Hermione is the special muggleborn with no other magical family, but lets just say.. what if. Everyone will know of you, but none of them will have met you. Yet!

Also this is going to be a Soulmate AU. And an Everyone Lives AU ;) Apologies for OOC-ness of everyone. I had trouble writing this.

GIF NOT MINE. If yours and you want it removed, please let me know asap.

Neville X Reader

Sitting in the kitchen with none other than Sirius Black has you feeling all out of sorts. You know he's not the criminal the Ministry painted him to be, but the older wizard has wandering eyes and has no problem voicing his opinion. Especially if said opinion makes you blush.

"When is Hermione getting here again?" You ask, gaze set on the warm cup of tea cradled in your hands.

"Tired of me already, kitten?" He smirks.

"Totally," you deadpan. "I'm tired of spending time with a flirtatious wizard, who by the way is actually still kind of hot in his old age-"

"Oi!"

"-and trying to keep up with his innuendos," you finish with a roll of your eyes. Then meeting his gaze, you grin. "You're fun, Sirius, but I miss my cousin dearly. I haven't seen her in years."

He sighs dramatically. "If only I were only about twenty years younger and bloody soulmarks didn't exist."

"If only," you agree before breaking out into laughter when Sirius' expression cracks.

A jingle suddenly emanates from the fireplace on the opposite end of the kitchen and the both of you perk up. Green flames erupt before spitting out a very familiar witch and your smile spreads from ear to ear.

"Honestly, Sirius," Hermione huffs while she pats off the soot from her arms, "What was so important that you- Y/N?" She then mumbles distractedly when she catches sight of you.

"My Own," you reply while standing up. "Happy birthday, cousin."

There's a moment of shocked silence before Hermione squeals and then launches herself across the room. With arms wide open, you easily catch her and the two of you embrace as only two cousins who haven't seen each other in forever can.

Sirius sighs yet again as he watches the both of you. "If only..."

"Stuff it, Black," you retort rather quickly which sends Hermione into a fit of giggles.

"Less than an hour and already you know how to handle Sirius," she muses. "You're going to get along just fine with everyone."

Finally separating, you pull Hermione down to sit on the bench next to you. "So I know we're doing a pub crawl, but what I want to know is who's coming?"

"Harry and Ginny, of course," Hermione answers. "Then there's Blaise, Luna and Neville."

"No Ron?"

Sirius chuckles, but you keep your gaze on your cousin who's frowning. "No. We're a bit off again, I'm afraid."

"Aw, My Own. I'm sorry," you reach for her hand and squeeze it in support. "I guess soulmates aren’t all as they're cracked up to be. Huh?"

"I guess not."

"Enough with the pouting, girls," Sirius chirps. "You're going on a pub crawl in a few hours! Shouldn't you be worrying about what you're going to wear and how to fix your hair and makeup?" You glance at Hermione and see her fighting off a grin. "Now go upstairs and start making decisions. I want to see a spread of your outfit choices and knickers as soon as possible."

You scoff. "In your dreams, Black."

"Honestly, Sirius," Hermione chuckles.

"An old dog has to get his entertainment somewhere," he muses. "But seriously. Upstairs, ladies. Harry and Gin will be here soon, and I'm going to send you off properly."

"Which in Sirius talk means he's going to liquor us up before he sends us out into the muggle world."

You practically beam at the wizard. "I have no idea why I never visited sooner. You are amazing." His answering smile is enough to warm your heart and send Hermione into a fit of giggles as she drags you out of the kitchen.

Dressed in a burgundy lace romper with long sleeves and black ankle booties adorning your feet, you're more than ready to take on the night after Sirius shoos the four of you (Harry, Ginny, Hermione and yourself) towards the floo in hopes of making sordid memories to entertain him with come morning.

Harry assures you the Knight Bus is an experience you must have before getting too drunk, but Hermione and Ginny veto that idea immediately. The four of you then end up flooing to the Leaky Cauldron to meet the rest of Hermione's friends, and you find yourself face to face with a handsome dark skinned wizard.

"Hello, beautiful," he smiles at you.

You grin back, quirking an eyebrow at him in challenge but Ginny chuckles as she slings an arm around his neck. "Bad luck, Zabini. Y/N is Hermione's cousin and off limits. Not even Black could charm his way into her knickers."

"You must be Blaise," you say. "It's nice to meet you."

"And you as well." Grasping your hand gently, he raises it and turns it to press a kiss to your knuckles.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you take your hand back and smile at the blonde over his shoulder. "Luna, right?"

"Yes. It's lovely to finally meet you."

"You, too."

"Okay," Hermione suddenly says. "So we're all here except for Neville. Does anyone know if he's still coming?"

"He is," Blaise chuckles. "Longbottom got held up with his Gran or something. Said he'd join us as soon as he could."

Harry suddenly appears with a tray full of shot glasses and clear liquid. "Then Neville can play catch up whenever he does show." As everyone eagerly grabs up a shot glass, Harry raises his up in a toast. "To Hermione."

"To Hermione!"

You chuckle as you all clink your glasses together. Nudging your cousin's shoulder, you wink at her. "Happy birthday, My Own."

The first pub has the group sitting in a booth, you finding yourself squished between Blaise and Hermione. Ginny sits opposite you with Harry and Luna on either side of her.

"Not that I'm complaining you're here," Hermione starts as she's nursing her first beer, "but how exactly are you here? You've never had the time to come visit."

You shrug, your smile faltering. "I'm in between jobs at the moment. And life at home is... it's miserable. I needed time away."

"Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine," you tell her. Picking up your beer, you take a sip before going on. "I might actually be looking for a new place to live, so if you know of anything nearby-"

"I'll be more than happy to take you in." Fingers crawl along the back of your shoulders before an arm rests comfortably around your neck, and then you're being tugged into Blaise's chest who's angled towards you. "I have a lot of houses. Wherever you want to go-"

"Zabini!" Hermione barks. "No."

Ginny snorts into her beer and Harry immediately hands her a napkin. "If you're being serious," Harry muses. "My godfather has plenty of rooms in his place. You can temporarily move in until you find something. I'm sure he'll enjoy the company."

Perking up, you ask, "Yeah? Who's your godfather?"

"Sirius Black."

"Fuck that." This time it's Blaise who snorts. Then realizing you're still leaning against him, you move but wink when he pouts at you. "Besides, I need to find something worth staying for here. If I see there are several job openings around here that will likely hire me, then I'll seriously look for a place to set down roots. I could use some time with my favorite cousin and away from dad and sisters. Our living situation has become really toxic."

Hermione frowns. "Why's that?"

"You know they've never been comfortable with magic," you say. "And now that I'm old enough, the comments and gossip is becoming... much harsher. I'm tired of it." The table is uncomfortably quiet so you sigh loudly and sit a little straighter while raising your mug of beer. "But enough about my terrible home life. It's Hermione's birthday, so goddammit we're going to have a grand fuckin' time!"

Blaise raises his mug in salute, smirking at you. "Oh how I love Americans. You'd give my mother a heart attack with the way you talk."

Harry laughs as his mug goes up as well. "Give it up, Zabini."

"Careful, Blaise," Luna's airy voice muses. "Even the nargles know if someone's marked by destiny. The nargles gathering around you are not happy you're trying to take someone who does not belong to you."

"Nargles?"

"Don't ask," Ginny scoffs. And seeing Harry grinning while subtly shaking his head to let you know that it's best you let it go, you shrug and continue drinking.

The second pub ends up having a karaoke night. Everyone's got a nice buzz going on, but no one is brave enough or knowledgeable enough in muggle music to attempt a go. At least they're not, so you're not about to make an ass out of yourself and going up on stage alone.

This time you're squished between Ginny and Hermione, the three of you swaying to the music playing.

Then all too soon a familiar Disney tune floats through the air and you gasp in surprise. Various strangers whoop and laugh at the chosen song, and you gasp again when you lay eyes on Ginny, your eyes widening as you lean into your cousin. "My Own, it's her. Ginny is Ariel. Let's serenade her."

Beside you, Hermione starts giggling. "She is!"

Eyes narrowing, Ginny's gaze darts between you and Hermione who’ve managed to hug one another while staring at her. "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collections complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl- the girl who has everything?"

"Merlin," Harry laughs. "It's that song. From that muggle movie! I think I've seen it once."

"Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin' around here you'd think, (Sure) she's got everything!"

"Hope I'm not too late," a new voice suddenly says. "Or can Hermione and her friend not hold their alcohol?"

The table's occupants laugh and you turn around to see who's speaking. He's sitting in a chair he's pulled up, dark hair and a fair bit of dark scruff covering the bottom half of his face. His eyes are twinkling with mirth and you grin as everyone addresses him as Neville.

"Whoa," you mutter, gaze trailing up from his chest to his face. He's staring right at you. "Hubba, hubba."

Hermione cackles and Blaise groans from across of you, muttering something about him being the one who you should be smiling at instead of Longbottom. Neville's shocked expression morphs into one of wariness. He gulps before taking a breath. "You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart."

Beer spews from your mouth at his words and Ginny's eyes widen. "Blimey. Neville's got game."

Luna's tinkling laugh is enough to snap you out of your daze, you then climbing over Hermione so you're closer to Neville. "You just- Did I-"

"Say my words? Yeah."

"Fuck me," you groan. Seeing his jaw drop, you quickly back peddle. "No! Not like- at least not yet- it's just an expression!"

"Bloody hell. She's as awkward as he is," Harry mutters.

"Totally perfect for one another," Hermione muses. She's then quick to hug you from behind. "Oh, Y/N, I'm so happy for you!"

"Mhm. I gotta admit... I'm not disappointed."

Blaise snorts. "Give it some time."

"Oi!" Harry reprimands him with a glare.

"Whatever, Zabini," you quickly flash him a smirk across the table, "as cute as you are, I'd have never gone home with you." He seems to preen under your comment and when you realize he's not offended at all, you stand up and grab for Neville's hand. "Come on, soulmate. We're going to go grab some more drinks and we're going to get to know one another briefly without these idiots eavesdropping."

Said idiots around the table can only smile goofily at you and Neville huffs a laugh. "A-Alright."

You tug him along towards the bar, your grin transforming into a genuine smile when he returns his grip on your hand instead of being limp and unsure. The bartender is a bit busy, so you hop on the one available stool to wait your turn. In doing so, you pull Neville a bit closer and let his hand drop with a smile. "So... Neville Longbottom?"

"Yeah," he chuckles nervously. "Sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Y/N," you tell him. "I'm Hermione's cousin from America."

"Magical?" Eyebrows raising in surprise that he'd ask that, he seems to realize the question was a bit rude. "N-Not that it m-maters! Just curious, is all."

You smile faintly to let him know you’re not upset. "My mother, who was Hermione's father's sister, was a muggleborn herself. She moved to America where she married my father and had a few children. As the youngest, it was a surprise that I was the only one to come out magical."

"Are you visiting?" He then asks. "I don't mean to be so forward, but I've been waiting a long time for you. I didn't think I'd ever meet you once everyone I knew practically found their other half at Hogwarts."

You laugh. "I think our meeting was fated to always be this way. I was actually asking Hermione and her friends earlier about job opportunities around here because I was looking to move."

"You're joking."

"I'm not." Neville's incredulous expression sends your heart fluttering as if you were a child with their first crush and you can't help but blush as you meet his gaze. Sighing gently, you say, "As much as I want to, we can't exactly bail on Hermione's celebration. So what do you say to me trying something real quick to see just how compatible we really are?"

"S-Sure."

Reaching for his hand again, you spread your legs a little on the stool and bring Neville in as close as you can. You see his eyes widen but you smile reassuringly up at him, your free hand grasping at his waist while your other then moves up to settle over his erratically beating heart. "Okay?"

He gulps. "Okay."

"Tell me to stop whenever." Your hand on his chest slides up to cradle the side of his neck, your thumb then caressing his jawline. You can feel him shiver and you grin in response, your hand then trailing to grip his short hair at the nape of his neck. "Still good?"

"Mhm. Very."

"Excellent." Bringing Neville's head down, you press his lips against yours. You hum against him before bravely letting the tip of your tongue flick against his bottom lip, and when he groans in response you take the chance to briefly deepen the kiss and lick your way into his mouth. His hands are quick to settle on your waist, he gripping you when you playfully nip his lip as you pull away. Chuckling at his dazed expression, you ask, "So what's the verdict? Is there a possibility for more or are we doomed to be platonic soulmates?"

"I'm, uh, I'm open to more." He bucks his hips forward and you feel just how open he is to more with you.

"Oh." You gasp and his smile morphs into one of a smug wizard who knows exactly what he's capable of. "You're going to be trouble, aren't you? I think I remember reading some stuff about a Neville when we were younger, but Hermione always spoke of you as an awkward teen."

"Everyone grows into themselves eventually. It just took me a little longer than the others."

"Lucky me." From the corner of your eye you see the bartender near your end of the bar and you wave him down to order several shots of tequila in order for Neville to catch up. Then glancing back at your soulmate, you tell him, "Lets just have fun tonight. Lets drink, celebrate my cousin and see if we hit it off as good as we kiss. Then afterward, if we're still sensible enough to take sobering up potions so are heads are clear, we can see just how compatible we truly are without the audience."

Neville's gaze darts from your eyes to your lips and on downward to where you're nearly pelvis to pelvis. "I like that plan."

"Yeah, I thought you would." The bartender has left a tray of shots for you, he knowing to put everything on the party tab, and you grab a shot to shove into Neville's grasp. "Cheers, Mr. Longbottom. Lets pray we end the night with a bang."

Neville openly laughs now as he accepts his shot, he saluting you before he downs it in one gulp.

At the fourth pub, you and Neville had agreed upon slowing it down for the night after the two of you hit it of better than expected. There was surprisingly a lot of sexual tension that everyone picked up on and kept pushing you two towards the bathroom, but you and Neville managed to keep it together until the both of you could make it back to the Leaky and floo back to his place.

The following morning has you stumbling out of the fireplace at Grimmauld dressed only in one of Neville's shirts and your shoes hanging from a hooked finger. You swear as your hip hits the corner of the kitchen table and then pout at the muffled laughter from the opposite end of said table.

"Good night with Longbottom, kitten?"

You snort at his inquiry as you move further into the room, humming. "Mmm, yeah. That boy's got one magical tongue."

His booming laughter echoes around the kitchen and as you're passing behind him he raises a hand up for a high five- one which you're all too happy to accept.

#fanficimagery #neville longbottom x reader #neville x reader #neville longbottom imagine #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #neville longbottom #hermione granger #sirius black #blaise zabini #harry potter #luna lovegood #ginny weasley #imagine

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A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT5

H-Hey everybody? This took me 5000 years to write. I have no excuse so I'm just gonna release both of the final chapters at once and then the first for part 3 so everyone is happy.

CH22 Babies Were a Mistake

“Don’t touch it!”

“Junior quit being a baby and hold still”

“No! Get away from me!” Hissed a very upset monster clown with a knife in his eye. His uncle threw up his hands in defeat returning to his chair. The giant seated next to him fidgeted nervously knowing that his landlord could get very violent when wounded. A soft hand landed on Bubba’s arm and the giant cannibal looked over to leech’s mom smiling sweetly at him. “Sweetheart will you hold him for me?”

The masked killer blinked clearly scared of the monster clown howling in pain on the floor. “Its ok big fella I’m going to make him stop.” the witch said calmly reaching into her bag. “You need to hold him for me though can you do that?”

“BABIES WERE A MISTAKE!” Penny roared and screamed still clutching his face.

“I am so glad to be awake to see this.” the elder Pennywise sighed happily resting his head on his hand with a toothy grin as he watched the younger clown sob in pain. Leatherface stood and cautiously approached the shrieking eldritch who’s other eye tore open solid red and black with anger. “DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” he snarled and snapped his enormous fangs wildly like a wounded animal. Leech’s mom slowly approached him from the front and held out a small bag of herbs which she poured into a small ashtray and set it on fire. “Shhh inhale the smoke.”

“NO! NO ONE APPROACH I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!”

“Sally doll, sit down and let em’ cry it out like the baby he is.” the elder clown suggested starting to grow worried for his date’s safety. His worry was quickly gone when Sally Smith snatched the roaring monster harshly by the ear and pulled hard motioning for Leatherface to grab his arms as the creature whined in pain.

“Inhale.” the woman said sternly and shoved the smoking embers to his red nose. Pennywise had no choice but to breathe in the smoke deep into his lungs exhaling it with a couple coughs as his body relaxed. The witch quickly removed the small knife from his eye earning a pained roar from the restrained eldritch who was released and immediately skittered into a corner slumped over in pain. Tiff who had been watching stared at the substance in the bowl with wonder. “What was that you gave him some sort of magic herbs?”

“Oh no sweetie just simple cannabis!”

The doll blinked a few times as the elder pennywise began to howl with laughter from his chair “Yeah you're Fangs’ mom alright.”

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A howl filled the air as a group of hunters made their way down the snowy streets of the town of Derry. The sound rattled the doll and put the vampires into a state of extreme alert their fourth companion simply groaned. Three figures appeared in front of them and two from behind. The hunter’s own arrogance had shifted their position to the role of prey. “Pen’s gonna kill me” Leech groaned as the bones in her hands snapped and reformed.

“Get in the middle of us apprentice. He will kill us before you if we return you with so much as a scratch.”

“I appreciate the gentlemanly gesture Dracula but I can handle myself. Besides you Fred's got no power here and Chucky has a bread knife. You boys really think you'd be more effective against fucking werewolves than a juiced up vampire?”

“Ouch Fangs.”

“If you want to fight fido alone be my guest Chuck.”

“She has a point, I really don't want to deal with going through another resurrection on the holidays. Phil gets weird during this time of year.”

“Holy shit I’ll say did you see him last week he freakin headbutted a nativity display and started eating the manger! Could have just been hungry though….could have also just been a regular goat.”

“Who the fuck else in this town has a giant ass black goat with a leggings fetish?”

“I don't know Fred goats are really popular right now they're all over Instagram!”

Dracula let out a long sigh and stepped backwards “Myers.” he tried to say over the arguing friends.

“What? What does Mikey have to do with goat yoga?” Freddy asked before suddenly being torn from his standing position and chucked into a wall.

“That.”

The masked killer casually kicked a shrieking Chucky into a trash can and both vampires found their necks being squeezed in the vice like grip of The Shape himself as a pack of women surrounded them from behind.

“Hello blood suckers!” Sandy the werewolf said cheerfully behind the tall slasher.

“You're dating Myers?” Leech wheezed and tried to claw her way out of the grip on her throat.

“I am! Thank you for finally asking!”

Dracula cursed loudly in Romanian as winds picking up strongly through the alleyway.

“Sandy have them put down, we need to have a little talk.” Laurie nudged her sisters arm who motioned for her boyfriend to release them.

“You!” Leech hissed “Couldn't settle for my familiar could you bitch!”

“Jim and I broke up vampire!” the she wolf snarled with obvious pain in her voice. Dracula took notice of the tear in her eye.

“Yeah it was very sad be nicer!” one of the other sisters chimed in and Leech slashed forward in warning holding up her injured hand.

“Your leader tried to kill me and cut off my fucking finger! I think we're past being nice!”

“Its just a finger bloodsucker.”

“She tortured me!”

“And you turned her into Hamburger Helper!”

“I think I had the right to!”

“Stop taking credit for that Fangs that was your damn demon spawn!” Freddy interrupted deciding to join the argument.

“I helped make them Fred I can claim credit!”

“You’re pregnant?” Laurie said in shock as Dracula continued to awkwardly stare.

“See me,” he whispered “See me now.” Laurie glanced over at him and gave an uncomfortable wave.

“Oh great now everyone knows.” Leech rolled her soulless eyes and retracted her fangs.

“How?” Sandy asked and then grimaced in disgust when she remembered what manner of beast the vampire was dating “On second thought maybe don't share that.”

“It was actually a pretty normal process surprisingly, what isnt normal is the eldritch horror morning sickness” Leech casually sheathed her claws and fixed her coat.

“Oh well um congratulations then?” Sandy said almost confused.

“Yeah uh thanks... I’m still kinda processing it all myself.” Leech laughed nervously.

“Well this is hella awkward. I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman.” one of the girls said.

“Yeah you know we were gonna come and get our revenge and what not but to be honest it's just kinda weird now.” Laurie said side eyeing a still wide eyed Dracula.

“You guys uh….. you guys know where we can get something to eat?” the younger vampire asked. “Kids need some food you know.”

“Y-yeah there's a frat party down the street from us you can grab someone there.”

“Cool……...um so is this like a truce or….”

“Its christmas man just forget about it.” Sandy took her tall silent boyfriend by the arm signaling to leave.

“Yeah alright. Cool. See you at work then.”

“The fuck is going on?” Chucky shouted from the trash can.

“Weird ass women shit Chuck.” Freddy said as he tipped the can over.

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Pennywise squatted in the corner of the decaying kitchen lapping at a bowl of eggnog like an extremely dangerous kitten. His good eye darted around defensively as he lapped the obnoxiously sweet drink. He didn't even notice the front door bursting open or the loud thud in the living room of his mate returning with a large meal.

Leech draped the muscled youth over the coffee table like a hunter proudly showing their family the prized turkey they caught for dinner. She even began placing her boot on his rear to show off even further.

“He's still passed out drac and I have been keeping him drained and Fred’s been keeping him scared in dreamland. It only took two of my special mix to get him falling on his ass not bad for a pregnant lady I'll say!” Leech beamed wide and knocked on the young man's skull. “Hey Fred you good in there?” the limp body jerked his arm up in a thumbs up position.

“Not bad?! All you did was flash the guy a little cleavage and hand him a couple shots. Where's the finesse?” Chucky complained carrying a large stolen pizza box with what looked like a bloody hand print on the sides. “You shoulda seen what I did to the pizza guy now that was art!”

“I'm not going for art I'm going for easy. My family was hungry and I provided.”

“Yeah yeah you're a strong woman Fangs, we're all very impressed now go clean up your idiot for us.” the elder clown called out to her casually sipping the sweet spiked eggnog that sat perched in his gloves. Leech groaned and put her hand to her face.

“Jesus the fuck did he do this time?”

Chucky looked up and snarled finally noticing the lack of twins in the room. “I said it once and I'll say it again blood sucker, I aint paying for therapy.”

The kitchen was much quieter than out there with all the noise and chatter and merryment. Pennywise wrinkled his nose in disgust and snarled still cradling his wound and purring in an attempt to heal himself. Babies were a mistake. Who was he kidding he was the eater of worlds and children. He hated children and here he was on his way to becoming a father. Oh the irony. The clown groaned and held his head tighter shutting his good eye to try to escape further.

“Mr. Pennywise?”

His eye flew back open.

“Mr. Pennywise I-Im sorry about Glenda. She takes after dad I think. Much better at the family business than I am.”

Pennywise’s breathing grew harder and his pained purring became an alarming growl as Chucky’s son bravely got closer.

“Mum says you’ll try to eat me if I came to talk to you but I don’t think you’re so bad.”

“You are quite the fool then boy.” He finally said giggling to himself a bit before wincing in pain. Glen stopped for a moment then continued forward.

“I-I just want to tell you that I thought your tricks were real neat that's all.”

The clown's growling softened and his molten yellow eye soothed. Maybe it won't be all bad, this one at least could appreciate perfection when he saw it.

“Um they have dinner out there if you want any.”

From a hole in the ceiling Leech watched her mate unfold himself and take his glove from his eye which was already beginning to heal. The boy bravely took the hand of his natural predator and led him out. He definitely had a long way to go but this was progress. She smiled to herself and felt the tug of exhaustion once again. “We'll get there together eventually.” she sighed and slipped away stepping back from the others and into the comfort the shadows.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #horror fiction #freddy krueger #chucky #Charles Lee Ray #tiffany valentine #bubba sawyer #monster roommate au #it fanfiction

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Thank you to all these amazing people for participating in the Profound Bond’s Winter Exchange 2018! I hope everyone enjoyed their amazing gifts. The next round opens up at the end of January, so keep an eye open on that! And special thanks to @foxymoley for doing another wonderful banner for us!

If you’d like to join the exchange, then head on over and join our discord! Information can be found on the wiki which you can access here.

List of creations below the cut.

Shall Yourselves Find Blessing by prolixdreams for lunavva

Castiel gets in over his head in a pocket reality created when he accidentally takes a sip of a drink intended to help angels focus on what's most important. Dean won't have it. He's going in.

Teen Rating Tags: Christmas, Hallucinations, Substance Use, Love Confessions, First Kiss

Christmas Treats and Angel Heats by @malmuses for Wargurl83

Angels don't have a sex, or gender, nevermind a secondary gender—right? At least, that's what the Winchesters have been led to believe. It's Christmas, and Dean misses his angel friend. He's been AWOL for days, and the Winchesters are worried. When Cas returns to the bunker on Christmas Eve, very clearly in heat, a few of their assumptions are going to have to change. Oh, and Dean is going to have to hide his feelings for Cas in the face of the news that the angel is an unmated omega, who desperately needs their help. Merry Christmas, Dean!

Explicit Rating

Tags: A/B/O, AU - Canon Divergence, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Wing-kink, Mating Bites, Endless Fluff, Christmassy Smut, Heat, Hurt/Comfort

Good Things by @neonbat666 for Crypto

Dean and Castiel are on a case when it goes a bit south thanks to a blizzard. With the monsters apparently dead they find a hunter's cabin and hunker down for the night to lick their wounds and enjoy a relatively successful evening together.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Human Cas, post empty, cabin trope, hunt, new relationship.

Underneath The Tree by turningthepages for robotsnchicks

All Castiel wants this holiday season is to know for sure if Dean Winchester loves him in return and Castiel hopes after Charlie's annual White Elephant gift exchange he'll have his answer.

General Rating

Tags: Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Jealousy, Pining, Happy Ending, Fluff

Silent Prayers by firefly124 for secretlyjensen

With the bunker to themselves, Dean and Castiel take tentative steps towards each other.

General Rating

Tags: Fluff (Also can be found on DreamWidth)

Out of the Blue, It would be you by @leafzelindor for WaywardAF67

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have known each other since college. They live together, they share everything, so it's not hard to pretend it's more, but is it just pretend?

Teen Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe, They were roommates!, Fluff, holiday setting, Dean is a dork

The Curse of the Ugly Sweater by canadduh for shaes_bae

If Dean knows anything in life it’s that ugly Christmas sweaters, basements, and witches do not mix.

General Rating

Tags: Witches, magical roofies, Drunk Dean, Friends to Lovers, Drunk confessions, body switching, Sharing Body Heat, Fake Dating, Drunk Castiel

Come and Save Me Tonight by @braezenkitty for delicious-irony

“Baby, you’re my angel Come and save me tonight”

Dean is a superhero who needs saving. Good thing his Angel is close by. Now if only Dean could figure out why he seems so familiar…

Teen Rating

Tags: alternate universe - superheroes, first kiss, secret identity, identity porn (Pillowfort)

Under the Mistletoe by @snarkysnartes for Alessariel

He was a celebrity, kne that Dean's daughter fawned over. It wasn't like Dean to get star struck.

General Rating

Tags: Fluff, celebrity au

Feel My Pain by @saywhatjessie for Shannon-Kind

Mary Winchester hadn’t been exactly surprised when her four year old came toddling up to her in tears, confused why his knee hurt when he hadn’t even fallen over. Or a universe where you feel your soulmate's pain.

General Rating

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmates identified through pain

Sure As The Stars by @nox-lee for turningthepages

It’s Cas and Dean’s first Christmas together in their new house. The decorations are hung, the cookies are made, and Dean can’t wait to spend the holiday season with Cas. But when he starts coming home late from work, Dean worries that Cas might be keeping something from him.

Mature Rating

Tags: established relationship, miscommunication, modern au, christmas

Winter Wonder Walk by @shannon-kind for canadduh

Dean begrudgingly agrees to be his roommate's Plus One at a charity event, since Benny can't bring his girlfriend who will be volunteering. Of course Benny ditches him first chance he gets. And there's this one volunteer with messy dark hair and bright blue eyes who seems to have a problem with everything Dean does.

Teen Rating

Tags: Meet Cute, Winter Holidays, Christmas Fluff

All I want for Christmas is Yule by @robotsnchicks for MalMuses

Zachariah frowns. “Let’s not forget the reason for the season, Castiel. It's Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays.” When work makes it hard for Cas to keep his Yuletide spirits high, he finds comfort in the latest anonymous letter left on his desk. Now if only he could convince his mysterious correspondent to reveal themselves.

Teen Rating

Tags: Librarian Castiel, Wiccan Castiel, Professor Dean, secret admirer, two person love triangle, yule traditions

(Pillowfort)

A Warm Safe Place by @waywardaf67 for waywarded

Sam was going to be out of the bunker for a few days and called Cas home to ensure Dean wouldn't be snowed in alone. The pair got to spend a quality night together where they gorged themselves on snacks, watched Dean's favorite movie, and oh yeah Cas accidentally recreated the northern lights. Dean was very impressed.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Wings, Northern Lights, Snow Storm, Sam Ships It, Cuddling & Snuggling, Angel Wings, Dean’s POV, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

In All Senses of the Word by @surlybobbies for exceptcas

“Jackass,” Dean said, though the twitch of his mouth gave his affection away. “What if I died tonight and you never wished me a Merry Christmas?” “Of all the things to regret not saying, ‘Merry Christmas’ is hardly on my list, Dean.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What would you regret not saying, then?” Cas looked at Dean’s face - at the arch of his brow and the faded freckles across his nose. And he thought about saying it. Cas had thought about saying it for months now. But he looked down at his shoes and smiled instead. “I’d regret not asking you for your apple pie recipe.”

General Rating

Tags: Fluff, Christmas, Holiday, Friends to Lovers, New Year's Eve

Wooing for Dummies by @tobythewise for Morrigan

Dean Winchester has a plan to finally woo his best friend while snowed in his family's cabin. Too bad Castiel is the either the most oblivious person in the world, or he's just not interested.

General Rating

Tags: High School AU, Attempts at Wooing, Snowed in, Love confessions, Oblivious Cas

(Pillowfort)

Learning to Trust Again by @tobythewise for boy12

Dean might be a catboy, sought after as nothing more than a glorified sextoy, but he was also a fighter, unwilling to go down without swinging. Will his new owner be able to break down his walls? Or will Castiel pine after Dean in silence forever?

Explicit Rating

Tags: Catboy Dean, Owner Castiel, Falling in love, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mating Cycles/Heat, Bottom Dean, Top Cas

(Pillowfort)

I’ll Watch Over You by waywarded for noxlee

Cas and Dean are trekking through a wintry forest, Dean is tired but too stubborn to rest, so Castiel makes him.

General Rating

Tags: huddling for warmth, bamf castiel, protective castiel, sleepy dean winchester, winter solstice

The Morning Kiss by @artbloggouinetteparletrop for deadly-kitten-kay

A destiel soft kiss's digital painting with some impressionist vibes

SFW

Tags: #destiel #destiel fanart #the profound bond #destiel fluff #destiel kiss #castiel #dean winchester #casdean

(Pillowfort)

Snow Blind Date by @delicious-irony for Gouinette parle trop

Charlie insists Dean go on a blind date to get over his monumentally massive crush on his obviously straight roommate Castiel.

Teen Rating

Tags: No Archive Warnings apply; fluff, pining, they were roommates!, miscommunication, blind date

(Pillowfort)

Saturnalia by @honeyedsam for braezenkitty

Dean and Castiel get stuck in a one room cabin with no heat while hunting a snow nymph. Cas opts to keep Dean from freezing to death instead of going after the nymph.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Snowed In, Huddling For Warmth, First Time, Mutual Pining, Canon Compliant, Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Biting, Nipple Play, Frottage

Shattered Glass by @elizasugarcane for surlybobbies

Dean has a bad day, Cas is there to help.

Teen Rating

Tags: flashbacks, hurt/comfort, panic attacks

(Pillowfort)

Cancelled Flights and Coffee by @insertbottomdeanpunhere for LeafZelindor

Dean is flying home for Christmas when he meets a handsome stranger. When all flights are cancelled due to a snow storm, they're presented with the chance to get to know each other better.

General Rating

Tags: meet-cute, stuck in airport, coffee shops, first meetings

For A Special Someone by @usarechan for haikuhamster

Cas finds a christmas gift for Dean

SFW

(Ao3)

The Magic of the Season by @kazshero for prolixdreams

Castiel works what magic he can.

General Rating

Tags: In the Bunker, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss

Lights Shining Brightly by @exceptcas for kazshero

"Is that mistletoe?" Jack asked, pointing to a spot above Dean and Cas. Cas looked over to Dean, eyes wide, cautious all around. There was, in fact, mistletoe right above them. It was a bundle of green, wrapped in red string.

General Rating

Tags: Chrsitmas Fluff. Doctor Castiel. Single parent castiel. Mistletoe.

Adventures in Problem Solving by @blueeyesandpie for snarkysnartes

Dean and Cas have been living together since freshman year and despite their many differences, that's how Dean wants to keep it. Then senior year rolls around and Castiel reminds Dean that his student visa expires soon after he graduates. Dean has a mad plan, but can they keep up the charade long enough for Cas to stay in America where he belongs, or will Dean's growing feelings get in the way?

Teen Rating

Tags: College AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Idiots in Love, Russian Castiel, Project Keep Castiel in America

(Pillowfort)

Operation Holiday Queer by haikuhamster for JessJessTheBest

For three years since coming out, Castiel had spent every Christmas sitting around a dinner table hearing passive aggressive comments, ridiculous misinformation, and some occasional slurs. So when Castiel’s aunt so kindly suggested that he bring a girlfriend, the solution was obvious to him. Bring a boyfriend instead. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring.

Teen Rating

Tags: Fake Relationship, Homophobia, Salty Castiel, Soft Dean Winchester, First Kiss

A Promise at Solstice by @alessariel for BinJLG

'Statue NOT for sale!’ And smaller underneath: 'Quit it, Crowley!’ Dean had put the not-for-sale sign up a month ago. He’d thought it should be easy enough to understand but now he was starting to wonder if he needed to make a larger one. Possibly one with some profanity on it, to really scare people off. A human-sized statue with wings suddenly appearing on one’s roof apparently attracted a lot of attention, especially one as impressive as Castiel. Yet no matter how many strange people tried to bribe or threaten him, Dean vowed to always protect Cas and never stop searching for a way to bring him back.

Explicit Rating

Tags: Explicit, Wingfic, Handprint Kink, Gargoyles, Magic

(Pillowfort)

#pbexchange #pbexchangewinter #pbexchangemasterpost #member fic #member art

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scurvgirl · 6 years

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Goodbye Earl

Technically not a song in the Sabrina soundtrack, but it fits too well.

House Witch AU!

Selene, Des, Darevas, and Felasel belong to @selenelavellan

Thenvunin and Screecher belong to @feynites

Warnings for: Mentions of abuse, blood, violence, and death

“Selene, I don’t think it’s that bad,” Serahlin says into the phone as she assembles tomorrow’s dinner.

“There was one raven this morning, and I thought it was a coincidence. Now that the boys are home, there are three. They’re just...watching the house, with their black, beady eyes.” She can just picture Selene eyeing the ravens from the living room, pulling back the curtain to see a large black bird birched on the porch railing.

Serahlin sighs, “They are blessed, Selene, I am sure that comes with oddities such as flocking ravens. Perhaps this is a reward for freeing them of Haleir! You already have your magic, a blessing couldn’t take root in you, but your boys….” As much as Serahlin knows the boys are better off without their fathers, there are still bits and pieces of guilt that rack her. Ileth won’t receive closure with his father, but then again, she doesn’t think ever would have. And while it was certainly justified for both men to die, she still worries that they have done more harm than good.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Selene whispers so faint that Serahlin almost doesn’t hear it. Her brow furrows and she is about to ask what Selene means when Selene quickly excuses herself, “I have to go, their parent-teacher conference is in twenty and I still need to find suitable pants.”

“Good luck!” Serahlin says before the line clicks off. Really, she worries too much. She worries about the detectives (Templars), she worries about the blessings. Serahlin gets the paranoia in a way, Darris certainly instilled in her a level of constant observation that left her exhausted and immensely resentful, but she worries about Selene. The only place she lets the boys be without her is school. When the boys have a sleepover at Serahlin’s house, Selene comes too, which is not an issue at all with Serahlin - but what if the boys make mortal friends? She can’t just sleep over at some random mortal’s house.

Selene will heal and process things in her own time, Serahlin supposes. In the meanwhile, they’ll look after the boys and make their small coven as resilient as possible. Ideally covens range between eight and ten adult people, covens much bigger tend to run into issues. Being a coven with two can be risky since other covens could war, or other magical beings could prey on them. Still, it’s better than being a solitary witch.

Serahlin finishes prepping the casserole and pops it into the refrigerator. With that done, she starts making a new batch of candles. Selene could use some that are enchanted for both warding and serenity.

She is finishing up the incantation over the beeswax when -

CRASH! Glass shatters in the conservatory - only one room over from the playroom where Ileth is coloring!

Serahlin runs out of the kitchen, grabbing a knife and readying a spell in hand to cast out the intruder. It could be a witch or a Templar, or a malicious spirit -

It is the world’s ugliest bird, flapping and squawking about. No, not a bird - a familiar. She shifts the energy in her hand to an immobilization spell. Crossing her fingers she recites -

“Flap and caw no more, you are still, rooted to the floor.” She casts the energy to the familiar and all at once it ceases movement. After a moment it makes a bird noise that she can only guess is frustration.

“Risin!” She calls. Familiars can communicate with each other even if witches can’t exactly communicate directly with familiars that are not their own. Her familiar trots into the conservatory and jumps up next to the bird and begin to speak. Risin’s ears go back and he hisses before leaping back over to Serahlin.

“His name is Screecher. His witch is being held by The Dark One on the edge of town. Dark magicks are preventing him from reuniting with the witch.”

“And what is this witch’s name?” It’s not surprising by any stretch of the imagination that there are more witches in the area. But it is surprising that the familiar would come here for help - question is, did the familiar come on his own or did his witch send it?

“Who is this Dark One?” Familiars tend to have their own code for these sorts of things but the code isn’t readily translatable to witches much of the time. Risin growls and the bird, if that’s even what it is, makes a distressed warbling noise.

Ileth of course chooses that moment to walk in, “What’s going on, Memae?”

“I will explain later, right now you need to go to your room and light the special candle - can you do that?” To light the candle, he just needs to swipe his thumb over a little rune at the base of the candle. He nods and dashes out of the room and up the back staircase.

“The Dark One steals power and is hurting that one’s witch. He wants help.”

Stealing power? Serahlin hisses in a breath. A warlock, but so close to home? That is...that is not good.

“That is a very serious accusation, Risin.”

“The Dark One is serious.” A glow overtakes Risin’s eyes, turning a bright blue that sends a chill down Serahlin’s spine.

Warlocks are rare for good reason. One, it’s difficult to become one. Where a witch gains power through familiar, book, and coven, a warlock sublimates the need for a coven by acquiring the power from other witches. To be a fully realized warlock is to have at least one book dedicated to each of the gods, nine in total. The witches’ entirety of power is cast into the book, caging the witch, and then binding the witch and their power to the warlock.

When Darris had first trapped Serahlin in this marriage, she had worried she was his first victim, but he had only wanted her.

Second, witches who suspect other witches of becoming a warlock, or are leaning towards that path, said witch is often removed from society one way or another.

If a warlock has truly taken up residence in the town, he must be dealt with, and quickly. He is a threat to her, Selene, and their boys. She will need to confirm this information, though. To ready for a warlock on the assurance of a familiar she does not know is poor planning.

Serahlin steps to the bird and looks down at him, “We will go to this house tomorrow while my son is in school, and I will be back home in time for the parent teacher conference - I absolutely cannot miss that. If your witch is truly in trouble, I will do what I can to help. Agreed?” She looks over at Risin who watches the bird for a long moment.

“He is agreed.”

Serahlin waves off the paralysis spell and the bird promptly falls to the floor with an indignant squawk.

“If so much as squawk at my son, I will show you how good I am with the rotisserie,” she threatens. Screecher squawks but then makes a cooing noise.

“He gets it. He’s...a bit odd, I don’t understand much of his thoughts.” Risin follows Serahlin out of the conservatory and back into the kitchen. She has to restart with the candles, which is fine. If she’s going to fight a warlock, she is going to need very specific spelled candles to deal with him.

Screecher tries to preen Ileth before he heads to school. Risin says something about Screeching calling Ileth a hatchling, which she supposes makes sense. Risin referred to Ileth as kitten for awhile. Ileth laughs and pats Screecher on the head, calling him a good bird before she ushers him into the car. After dropping Ileth off at school, she calls Selene over and explains the situation.

“A warlock. Shit,” Selene says.

“My exact sentiments. But we need to confirm that he’s a warlock and not just a nefarious witch.” Hence why Serahlin had changed into a pink tweed suit to pose as an AVON saleswoman. She adjusts the pillbox hat on her head as Selene simmers the concealing potion on the stove. She adds a single lyrium salt crystal to the mixture, causing it to POOF into the air. Selene waves at the air, switches the heat off with the snap of her fingers and transfer the potion into an emptied hairspray bottle. She screws the top back onto the bottle and shakes it thoroughly.

“Twirl.” Serahlin does as she instructs and spins slowly while Selene sprays the potion all over her. It’s scentless and invisible and will completely disguise her magic to any other witch that she doesn’t have a blood pact with.

“How do I look?” Serahlin asks, striking a pose with her hands on her hips with her best sales smile. She is a vision of pink upscale stay-at-home mom who sells AVON while her husband is at The Office. Her stilettos are sharp and she’s got a couple of hidden knives on her, plus a recorder in her little cap.

The bird familiar informed Risin that his witch, a man by the name of Thenvunin, is a fan of nice lotions and perfumes. Serahlin raided her stash of samples from the salespeople who still liked to stop by because she bought a few lipsticks once. Each sample was then infused with magical nourishing serums Selene had the kindness to brew. Warlock or not, there is clearly something bad happening and it sounds like Thenvunin could use all the help he can get to break away.

“Perfect, like one of those snowballs you can buy at the store.” Just the look she was going for. She grabs a matching purse as they go through the plan.

“I’ll go in while you wait in the car, you should hear everything in the pin,” Serahlin flashes the small pin they enchanted to funnel all audio to Selene’s cuff earring. “I’ll set the case down and activate the spell to sense all types of magicks in the house. That should be enough.”

“What if he doesn’t let you in?” Selene asks and Serahlin purses her lips.

“Then I’ll have to somehow sneak in as a cat and place the spell to sense the magicks. It just needs to be planted and then six hours later - we have a full report of what kind of magic is in the house.” They could just break in like this, but it’s rude to break into a fellow witch’s home, even with a warlock on the loose. She also wants to speak with Thenvunin, see what the damage is and help him in any way she can.

They have spent most of the day preparing, and they only have an hour and half before she has to get over to the school for Ileth’s parent teacher conference. She can do this, in and out.

Selene takes a seat on the passenger side of Serahlin’s car. Screecher, Risin, and Des sit in the backseat and direct Serahlin to a neighborhood thirty minutes away. It’s a neighborhood full of those new construction houses with the beige colored brick and tacky front-facing garages. It’s devoid of character and the only prestige that comes with the houses are the gargantuan sizes. Serahlin’s home may be a spacious six bedroom, but at least it has some personality to it. These homes are just...plain.

She’s surprised that a witch chose to hole up in an area like this. They’re naturally drawn to more historical places that have character and time to attract spirits and other energies. For a moment, she worries that it is not a warlock or even a nefarious witch “imprisoning” Thenvunin, but a mortal with their mortal expectations.

Thenvunin’s house is one of the smaller builds, a more modest one-story with a long driveway and a stone path leading to the white front door. There is a bird house and bird bath out front and a wind chime hanging from another tree by the front door, but other than that, there isn’t much personality. Serahlin parks the car.

“What a stifling place to live,” Serahlin comments as she rights her cap and grabs her case.

“Remember, in and out. Set the absorber, and get out!” Selene reminds her as Serahlin steps out of the car.

“Screecher does not feel the Dark One’s presence. His car is absent - a rare event,” Risin mews from the backseat. Excellent, she would just bop in, place the absorber and speak a little with Thenvunin then bop right back out.

She heads up the stone walkway and rings the doorbell. A few moments later, the door cracks open.

“Hello?” A tall man asks. She can see the faint wisps of magic floating around him, dimmer and fewer in number than they ought to be. His hair is long and fair blonde, his eyes a lovely shade of green. He is a beautiful man, turned gaunt and weak.

“Hello! My name is Serah and I wanted to give you a few Avon samples!” She gives him a bright smile and tilts her head somewhat as the small enchantment spell she’d cast over her clothes begins to take effect.

“What sort of samples?” He asks and she displays the case.

“We just got new rejuvenating and hydrating lotions as well as some truly lovely perfumes.”

He hesitates for a moment before opening the door, “Come in, it’s been awhile since I purchased new products.” She follows him into the house, the door clicking shut behind her.

“Sometimes it is just so difficult to get to the store,” she says, keeping the bubbly personality charade, “I have a son and getting to the store with all of his activities and my life - well, it just doesn’t happen much. Oh what a lovely living room!” It is in fact, not a lovely living room. The drapes are dull, the couch is brown, and the carpet is a beige color trying to be white. This is not the home of a witch, this is a mortal’s home.

“Yes...I haven’t managed to get to a store in awhile. My name is Thenvunin by the way.”

“What a pleasure, Thenvunin,” she says, shaking his hand. His magic has been nearly drained, and what remains is the barest amount tied to Screecher. It certainly feels like the work of a warlock, but the house says mortal.

Serahlin sets the case down on the coffee table and pops it open. She takes out the lotion sample with the strongest concentration of serum.

“This is our best seller. It is super hydrating, rejuvenating, and smells wonderful.” She hands the bottle over to him and “knocks over” another sample bottle. “Oops!” She ducks under to grab the bottle with the small absorber bag. She attaches it to the underside of the coffee table and rises back up with the fallen bottle.

Thenvunin rubs a little of the lotion onto his hands and he sighs, “This feels heavenly.”

“That is wonderful to hear! Here is a catalogue to order it from at your own time. And now this is good for someone special in your life. Are you married, Mr. Thenvunin?” She asks, her voice saccharine sweet. Thenvunin’s eyes grow shadowed and his lips thin.

“I...was. I live with someone else now, and he’ll be back soon. I don’t think he would care for someone being here. Thank you for the catalogue, Miss Serah, but I must ask you to leave.” He ushers her out the door and locks it behind her.

Well then. She did what she could and ultimately fulfilled the mission. Still, she cannot help but feel there is something decidedly wrong happening here. He was married? Yet he lives with someone else. It’s all very curious.Witches have long mourning periods as is custom, and remarried witches are seldom heard of, except in cases like Serhlin's or Selene's.

Serahlin gets back into the car and pulls away from the curb.

“Well? What did you find?” Selene asks.

Serahlin purses her lips, “There could be a warlock. There is definitely something going on in that house.” Thenvunin's aura had definitely been dimmed similarly to Selene's when Haleir had her book. It stands to reason then that Thenvunin's book is definitely not in his rightful possession and control.

“The absorber should be finished by the time we get the boys to bed. Why don't I bring Ileth over after the conference and we can brainstorm.”

“Sounds good. I really hope it's not a warlock. The boys…” Selene trails off but Serahlin knows her worry. With the twins being so young and to apparently be blessed, they are exceptionally encticing targets, and with each day that that brings them close to their sixth birthday, the more enticing they become. As much as the sixth birthday is beloved and celebrated, it is also when a young witch is most vulnerable to the attacks of other witches. It is forbidden by common witch law to prey upon children, but warlocks have already forsaken witch law - there is no telling what they will or won't do.

“Whatever comes, we will handle. Our boys will be kept safe.” Serahlin tries to reassure Selene, but it's difficult when she holds similar worries for Illeth. He is only three weeks away from his birthday. Can they dispatch a warlock before then? If there is one...they will have to.

But now that she has fulfilled this part of the day, it is time to put on her mom hat and head over to the school for the parent-teacher conference. There is no time to change so she heads directly to the school. Selene thankfully understands and agrees to simply wait with the twins on the playground while Serahlin sits in with Mr. Paenir.

There is scarcely any time left when she pulls into the school’s parking lot. She barely has the mind to take off the pillbox hat before dashing into the school. Her hair is still pulled into a formal bun and her face is painted to sell makeup, so it is...more than she normally wears. For once, she feels the slightest bit self conscious as she walks through the halls as other wealthy mothers waiting for their own conferences to begin watch her.

She can feel the whispers as they take in her pink tweed glory. It’s too soon, they say, to be wearing such a bright color after her husband’s death. She should still be shrouded in black and it should be clear she is sad, but not so clear that her face is puffy.

Sometimes she quite loathes the rich’s social expectations and constraints.

The kindergarten hallway is bright and the walls are decorated with art and projects each of the classes have done. Ileth and the twins’ class is the last door on the right, surrounded by a large caterpillar created by construction paper and little stripes that have barely legible facts about caterpillars and butterflies on them. Ileth is sitting outside of the room with a few of the other students, coloring what looks to be a scene of playing puppies.

“Memae!” Ileth shouts when he sees her, scrambling to his feet to run over to her. She cannot help the smile that spreads across her face as she dips down and wraps her arms around him in a hug.

“There’s my baby! How was your day?” She kisses the top of his head before he begins to wriggle, eager to tell her everything.

“We went on a bug hunt!” He announces, “And I found the grasshopper!”

“You did? That’s wonderful! Okay, I’m going to go talk to Mr. P now, and then we’re going over to Darevas and Felasel’s house.”

“Is it a sleepover?” Ileth asks excitedly. Serahlin nods and he pumps his fist in the air.

“Yes!”

She laughs, any discomfort over the other mothers forgotten as she steps into the classroom.

She knocks on the door jam, making the young teacher jolt in his seat before lifting his head to her.

A wide smile lights up his face and he bustles out of his seat, “Mrs. Elethari! I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Oh, I couldn’t miss this. Ileth’s education is a big priority.” She takes a seat in one of the small chairs at an equally small table. Mr. Paenir plops into the seat next to hers after grabbing a file off his desk.

He’s a tall man, handsome with his golden hair pulled into a loose bun and his button-up shirt’s sleeves folded up to his elbows, revealing shapely forearms.

She may be a widow, but she’s not dead. Besides, it wasn’t like her sex life was exactly active for the last few years. Darris may have been an ass, but she also had her ways of making sure he never turned into that. Such ways included being exceptionally good with knives, guns, and self-defense.

“That is great to hear! Ileth is doing well overall. He has made some really pretty things in art - and he’s getting better about coloring inside the lines.” He hands over several lovely pictures her son has made, along with little projects that have lots of cutouts and glitter sprinkled over everything. Her heart warms at them all and a proud smile spreads across her face as she flips through them. Mr. Paenir also shows her his work with writing, practicing letters and putting them together to form sight words.

“He’s doing great with the technical aspects of school - the projects and listening and reading - but I’ve noticed he has been a bit...down lately. He said his father recently passed away?” His voice turns soft and concerned. While he doesn’t know that Darris was horrendous person and she’s glad to be rid of him, the sympathy is appreciated, particularly as it applies to her son.

Serahlin plays the part, allowing her face to fall slightly and to perhaps feel a little sadness at the lack of a father figure in Ileth’s life.

“Thank you. It happened so suddenly. I’m doing the best I can to help ileth adjust, but...he’s just a baby still, really.” Her poor baby, feeling so down and sad about the loss. She supposes she hasn’t paid enough attention to it recently with everything that happened with Selene and the twins.

“Of course. I’ve brought him to the school counselor a few times. Have you thought about taking him to see a therapist? Just to help him work through all the emotions he must be feeling right now.” The man certainly is sweet, keeping his voice low and understanding even as he tells her thing she does not want to hear.

“I hadn’t but that is a good thought. I want to do everything I can to make sure he’s okay.”

“Of course!” He says, “and I am not saying you’re not, by no means - Ileth is a good kid and very bright. This is just something where a professional may help.” She agrees with him. It is something she will need to investigate. She can’t stand the thought that Ileth is hurting or confused or needs help and isn’t getting the support he needs. Perhaps she should suggest it to Selene as well. The boys may be better off, but that doesn’t mean they’re not confused or missing someone who has always been there.

Serahlin leaves the conference feeling concerned but also so proud of her young son. He is smart and clever and truly has been incredible in adapting to everything that has been thrown at him. Losing a parent is not easy, least of all for the young, even if the parent was awful. Perhaps it’s even more difficult, the guilt at feeling relieved that they’re gone.

Ileth skips over to her after she leaves the room, smiling brightly up at her. The light catches his multi-colored eyes and his hair has a shine to it that makes him look shrouded in moonlight.

“What did he say?”

“He said you are doing great! You are one smart kid.” She takes his hand and they start to walk down the hall to where Selene and the twins are playing.

The rest of the evening is spent in domestic bliss with the kids. Except for the part on getting the boys to eat their vegetables. For some reason, green beans are suddenly the most intolerable things in the world. Towards the end of the stand-off, Serahlin wonders if it is unethical to ensorcel your kids to eat their damn veggies. They eventually negotiate that each boy is to eat three green beans each, which is at least something.

Selene and Serahlin put the boys to bed in one room then return to the parlor to review whatever the absorber has revealed. Serahlin empties the bag connected to the absorber onto a small tray. The small bundles of herbs fall, sizzle, then catch fire - except the flames are black.

“Shit,” Selene says at the site of the black flames. Serahlin’s heart falls and a more intense worry blooms in its place.

There is definitely a warlock in Thenvunin’s home, and judging by Thenvunin’s low energy and demeanor - he’s not the warlock, but the victim, just as Screecher said.

“Now what do we do?” She asks, staring at the black smoke in despair. She wants to help Thenvunin, she does, but her and Selene have kids. But they can’t just stand by and do nothing, the longer the warlock drains Thenvunin, the powerful they become, and the greater threat they’ll pose to Serahlin, Selene, and the boys. It leaves them with one course of action.

They have to fight.

Serahlin and Selene stay up later into the wee hours of the morning, pouring over their Books of Spells as well as the libraries both Haleir and Darris had locked away. By the time they need to take the boys to school, they’ve formulated a plan.

They nap for a couple hours after dropping the boys off at school, then set to work. Serahlin grabs the shotgun out of Darris’s study and rolls the shells in a spell-bath of dispel and destroy. Selene made the mixture.

“Where did you learn to shoot a gun?” Selene asks while Serahlin cleans and loads the shotgun. She smiles and shrugs slightly.

“Memae always believed in knowing how to defend yourself in all manners of ways, not just magically.” She slides the shells into the barrel and closes it. With a little murmured spell over the barrel for accuracy, she feels like this not-so-little weapon is ready.

After setting the gun aside, Serahlin starts working on the silencer barrier. It’s an herb pack that will seal off any noises encircled within it.

The boys have an after-school program today, so they don’t need to worry about them until five. Around one, they’re finally prepared to go see Thenvunin and his warlock.

The SUV gets loaded with all sorts of magical equipment and they suit up themselves. Serahlin opts for some hefty work-out leggings, the new kind with the mesh pockets, and some good sneakers that give her arch support. Her hair goes up into a tight bun with lots of hairspray to prevent any of that unfortunate slippage always seen in movies. Sure, it looks good, but long hair can reduce visibility and she is taking no chances with a warlock.

Selene is dressed similarly, though there is a bigger sense of unease around her. On the way to Thenvunin’s, Serahlin takes Selene’s hand.

“It’s going to be okay.” She has to believe that.

Before long, they’re parked a block away. Des and Risin hop out with the noise barrier pouches. They’re to carry the herbs around the house so no unsuspecting mortal hears the goings on in that house. That horrible, horrible house.

Really, how did Thenvunin end up in this house anyways? Warlocks were once witches, their tastes veer towards closer to witches. But this house has mortal written all over it.

Perhaps...perhaps Thenvunin’s husband was mortal? It would certainly potentially weaken him, making him an excellent target for a warlock. Not all mortal partners are bad, Serahlin has heard of a few who were able to adapt to the life. But there is a danger to being with one - they can have expectations, inflexibilities that are incompatible with magical practices. When a witch stops practicing, they make themselves vulnerable, their magic slowly becoming more distant.

“Alright, I get him with the shotgun, which has enough magic poured into it to stun him, hopefully drain some magic from him. While I shoot him, you get out the potions to strip him further of magic. After the third bomb, we recite the banishing spell.” Serahlin reviews and Selene nods. It’s a guns blazing approach, which she’s torn on. They could try and sneak into the house, but that risks getting caught and split apart. They can’t afford that risk.

“Warlock black magic here, purify purify magic instill, so warlock may wither, warlock we kill. Three times should do, right?” Selene asks, going over the bombs in her pack. Serahlin nods, checking to make sure the shotgun is loaded properly. The pump-action has five shells before needing to be reloaded, so she will just need to be as accurate as she can. The tight confines of the house will help with that.

Just have to remember all the shooting practice Memae had me do.

They send the familiars off to create the sound barrier and to find the warlock’s familiar. That creature, whatever it may be needs to be waylaid to not interfere.

Everything in place, they leave the car and head over to Thenvunin’s house.

The shotgun’s glamored to look like she’s simply carrying a large scroll case and it lets her walk right up to Thenvunin’s door with Selene. Serahlin knocks on the door and waits.

It is not Thenvunin who opens the door, but a tall man with cruel eyes.

“Why, what do we have here?” He asks.

Serahlin does not hesitate to raise her hand, “Get thee away from me!” She flicks her wrist and he goes flying into the house, crashing into the coffee table.

“Quickly now!” She says, following him into the room, shifting the shotgun into her grip. Selene tosses a weakening bomb at the Warlock. Purple smoke explodes all over him even as he gathers energies to himself.

“Stalking?!” Thenvunin calls from somewhere else in the house.

“We are being attacked! Come to me!” The man calls.

“Stay away, Thenvunin!” Serahlin says before firing a round into the warlock’s arm.

“AH!” He screams but the shot doesn’t seem to otherwise phase him as he leaps from the smoke. Serahlin fires off another shot before he tackles her to the ground, snatching her gun away. Long, gnarled fingers closer around her neck as his facade falls away to reveal his new bestial nature.

Long, yellowed fangs bared from hissing mouth, cracked lips and saliva drip down. Serahlin struggles against his hold, remembering her self-defense. Aim for the eyes! Knee up to groin! But this creature does not respond like a man.

“Get off her!” Selene screams, “Go far, off of her!” Serahlin feels the tickle of magic but he counters it, sending Selene careening into the foyer.

“Selene!”

“Ah, Sylaise, I feel it on you,” he hisses, dragging claws down her throat, drawing blood. She screams, thrashing at the pain. Her magic! She can feel it being pulled! Even Ileth’s!

“NO!” She shoves at him, pulling at her magic to throw him, dispel him, weaken him - something! He forces her down, fingers encircling her throat.

“Stalking!” Thenvunin shouts again. She thinks he’s at the foot of the stairs? “What are you doing?!”

“They attacked our home!” He wails.

“He’s a warlock, Thenvunin! He’s been draining you!”

“SHUT UP!” The warlock, Stalking apparently, sends a bolt of magical pain through her body. A scream wrenches itself from her throat and she flails against it, against him.

“No…”

This was a bad idea. Selene knew it was bad idea to come here and challenge a warlock in his territory, but she also knew it was a worse idea to let him drain this Thenvunin and then come for her newly formed coven. Her babies.

When he countered her spell, throwing her back, she thinks she landed poorly on the console table. Her legs tingle and her head feels light. Her magic feels different too - while it used to lurk deep inside her, ready for her to harness, it feels like it is just underneath her skin, moving like her blood. Now, her magic seems to run along her skin. But it doesn’t quite feel like her own either.

She can feel the air - that warlock is trying to quickly drain Serahlin, he hasn’t harvested a witch dedicated to Sylaise. Or maybe he has and just likes the taste.

She blinks and everything seems to slow down -

There is Serahlin on the floor with the warlock on top of her. To Selene’s left is who she presumes is Thenvunin, white-blonde hair flying around him as he runs. There are dark circles under his eyes and he is skinny for his form, his clothes seeming to hang on him more than they should.

This warlock has taken much.

Her magic, now coursing so fast and strong, surrounds her back, sinking deep to the bones and nerves. The tingling disappears and she rises from her prone position. Why is everything so slow? There is so much magic in the air, it begins to color the actual room. Pink and white surround Serahlin, slowly being swallowed up by the festering mustard yellow of the warlock. It’s sickening.

But what can she do? She can’t throw an alchemical bomb without catching Serahlinin in the blast. And what will Thenvunin do? Will he come to the warlock’s aid? Does he even have enough strength to do anything?

Selene blinks and turns her head just enough to catch herself in a mirror across the room. Shock, and no small amount of horror, takes hold of her. Her hair is glowing white, the strands from her pony-tail waving with fictitious wind. But it’s her eyes that are the most startling - once green now glow bright blue.

“What is this?” She whispers.

Her magic swells as if in answer. Two other fonts are at the fore, moreso than her own magic and she knows - these magicks are her sons’. And she can use them.

The dark being she made a deal with comes back to mind as she pulls deep within herself, at the magic swirling around her now. The warlock dies now.

When she speaks, it is in a tongue older than even the old tongue they know. It is ancient and powerful and it sinks claws deep into the warlock’s form. She moves her hand back and he moves with the gesture.

Feeling the magic, his attention snaps to her.

“Dirthamen?”

“Shut up,” she says. Not the most eloquent, no, but she’s had enough of all this talk of Dirthamen and her babies. She has power enough to kill this asshole. So that’s what she does.

She commands the magic to sink deep inside of him, to loose all the magic he has stolen. He screams, writhing as she flails him from the inside out.

Loose all of your secrets,

Tell no more lies,

Return what you stole,

Then die.

The words fill her mind, power exploding from her as if shot through a cannon. The magic rips the warlock apart from the inside out, unraveling stolen magic, and tearing him into pieces in the process.

The warlock explodes in a flurry of light and magic, filling the room with a riot of colors that move in every which way. Time reverts to normal as do her eyes and hair. All the magic in her body seems to give way.

One moment it’s there, the next, gone. With her magic, go her legs, collapsing to the floor in a huff.

What. The. Fuck. Was that.

She is almost too scared or too pissed to dwell too much on it. The boys are blessed, the dark pact she made - it’s too much to think about and yet it seems imperative that she has to now.

Well, shit.

She can just hear Des’s I told you so.

“Wha - Selene!” Serahlin cries, crawling over to Selene. There are claw marks all over her neck, blood staining her shirt, but still she crawls to Selene to see how she is.

“Serahlin, you’re hurt.” Selene reaches into her fanny pack - an exceptionally convenient invention for witches everywhere - and pulls out an elfroot poultice. She pulls Serahlin down to sit, who is quick to go.

“What’s going on, I-I, what happened to Stalking?!” Thenvunin sputters, stumbling into the room. He gapes in horror at the dark mark covering the wall in a way that can only be described as an oversized splat. Selene glances over at him as she opens the poultice.

“Long story short, the man living with you was a warlock. Your familiar brought us to you to help. He was stealing your power, your very soul. We had to kill him.” She turns back to Serahlin and begins to apply generous amounts of the poultice to the slash marks. Serahlin hisses at the contact, even as Selene whispers little soothing spells. The wounds are mostly superficial, and the warlock thankfully missed the jugular.

“You’re wrong! He was helping me! Making me strong so I could - well that’s none of your business!” He shouts and Selene winces at the noise.

“Think, Thenvunin, did he ever actually make you feel stronger? Or did he just seem stronger?” Serahlin asks softly, wincing still..

He shakes his head, “You don’t know what was happening. You - you’re the Avon saleswoman!” He shouts, “You lied! You infiltrated my home!”

“He was a warlock. Here, I’ll show you.” Serahlin reaches under the now broken coffee table and reveals the small absorber she placed yesterday. She squeezes the bag and black smoke rises. “Did you not see how he turned into his true form when he attacked me? Witches do not do that. But you know that.”

He stares at the smoke for a long moment before a broken, warbling sound escapes him. He falls back against the wall, hand rising to his lips in horror.

“No,” he protests even as he begins to accept the truth. Selene’s heart hurts for him. She and Serahlin always knew their husbands were horrible, abusive monsters. But realizing the abuses heaped upon you suddenly like this?

“You’re free now. We will ask nothing of you,” Serahlin says, turning from Selene and the poultice to crawl over to Thenvunin.

“Why would anyone do this?” He whispers as Serahlin reaches him.

“Some people are just evil and awful, only interested in power,” Selene says as Serahlin takes his hand. He swallows and begins to cry.

“He...he said Seth died because I wasn’t strong enough and that he would make me stronger,” he whispers. Rage fills Selene and she almost wishes she could kill the warlock all over again.

“Was Seth your husband?” Serahlin asks softly. He nods and cries harder, burying his face into his hands.

“Oh, sweet Thenvunin, it wasn’t your fault!” Serahlin insists even though she does not know what caused this Seth to die. Serahlin had been convinced there was a mortal involved with Thenvunin somehow and this just may be it. The house is certainly an indicator with its monotonous look and lack of history.

“I could have warded his car or something, but he...he didn’t like magic,” Thenvunin continues, “I should have done it anyway.”

“That would have violated his desires. You did nothing wrong, you are not responsible for other people’s actions.”

And despite the turmoil now with him, Thenvunin looks better. Less sallow. The motes of light and magic around him are brighter, his aura is shifting from a pale, sickly yellow back to what she suspects is his normal purple.

“Warlocks are nearly impossible to defend against without a coven. I don’t sense any other witches, are you alone?” Selene asks softly and he nods,

“Seth wanted a normal life.”

Selene catches Serahlin’s frown, but it’s replaced with concern quickly enough. The more she hears about this Seth, the less Selene likes him. Everyone is taught the dangers of shacking up with the wrong mortal. There will always be more of them than witches and it does not take much to get a mortal to remember pitchforks and Templars after all. The thought makes her worry for the boys at the school, surrounded by mortals.

“Do you still have your book, or…?” Serahlin trails off but they can all finish the sentence - or did Stalking take that too?

Thenvunin shakes his head and curls away from them in embarrassment.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll find it. That’s what we do you know, we find books. My husband, may he rot, stole my book to force me to marry him. I had a baby with him, and after many years I found my book again.”

“And then she helped me find mine. My father bartered it away to my now dead husband as some sort of debt repayment,” Selene continues and Thenvunin peaks through his fingers.

“Really? You...lost your books too?”

“Yes. And it wasn’t our faults, just like it wasn’t yours. Abusers know how to take things and make it seem like you did it, but it was all them. It was always all them.” Serahlin smooths his hair down and Selene thinks that perhaps some tension in him has eased.

“I don’t know where he kept it,” he whispers.

“That’s okay. Screecher can help us too.”

“Screecher’s here?” He asks, interest piquing.

“Yes, we had him accompany our own familiars to keep Stalking’s at bay.” Selene waves her hand and summons Des. Serahlin follows suit for Risin. Soon enough the two cats accompanied by a bird of unknown origin arrive in the house. Screecher makes a loud noise and swoops down to Thenvunin.

“Screecher!” He exclaims while the bird preens and covers Thenvunin with his wings. Des mrows, running quickly to Selene himself. He rubs against her and begins to purr loudly - his own spell in a way. Familiars can calm their witches, one of the perks of being connected to so much of their magic.

“What happened? There was something, I felt it.”

“I’ll explain later, Des,” she whispers, running her hand through his soft fur.

Serahlin has no idea how Stalking suddenly just died, but she isn’t arguing with it either. One moment he was clawing at her neck, the next he was wrenched off her, exploding in a flurry of light and shadows. A foul stench now fills the space, and she feels filthy, and not just from being covered in blood. All she wants is to go home and take a long, hot shower.

She looks over at Thenvunin, who is being greeted by his very enthusiastic familiar. The poor thing needs more help than she could have predicted. He was harmed by both a mortal and by a warlock. The mortal must have weakened him by expectation of the “normal life” giving no thought that a normal life for a witch involves magic and ritual. It primed him for the warlock to come in. Isolated and vulnerable, he never stood a chance.

“We need to find your book, he likely has others’ books too,” she says wondering what happens to the witches who has already drained. It’s not ever something she thought she had to worry about before, warlocks were little more than stories told to children to warn them of the dangers of being alone in this world.

Thenvunin nods and slowly rises to his feet.

“He spent a lot of time in the shed,” he says and so they follow him outside to a small shed in the horribly overgrown unattended garden. Serahlin frowns at the amount of concrete off the back of the house. She is getting this man out of this depressing place as soon as she can. Either she’ll convince him to go home to his birth coven or...or maybe he’ll join Serahlin and Selene’s. They could use another member, and it’s not like they don’t have room in either of the houses for him. Serahlin would even be happy to help him find an appropriate house full of color and history with a proper garden.

The shed is locked when they reach it, the lingering effects of a locking spell. It opens easily with an unlocking charm, the locks sputters then gives out. The door swings open revealing more magicks. They cross the threshold to feel a sudden vertigo, the inside of the shed lightens and stretches before them to morph into a decadent hall with large stone pillars wrapped in ivy. The floor is marble and between the pillars are pedestals, nine in total, four of whom have books sitting atop them.

Thenvunin gasps at the reveal, turning around in disbelief.

“He was capable of creating a portal?” He whispers. Portals are higher level spells that typically require the focus and ability of a coven - but he was a warlock, and there are four books. Stalking was packing the power of four witches, plenty of power to create a long-standing portal if he wished.

They walk through the hall slowly, wary of any traps. But if there were, they’ve all died with his life force. If they’re all disabled, how did the portal still work? Perhaps the portal was tied more to the books themselves than to Stalking’s life force.

Thenvunin moves to a pedestal with a small book that resembles a popular romance novel from about ten years ago. He reaches for it -

“Thenvunin, wait!”

- he touches it. All around them the room begins to shake. The pillars begin to crack and large stone chunks fall from the ceiling.

“What?!” Thenvunin shouts.

“This entire place was tied to the books! Now that it’s reunited with you, it can’t sustain itself!” Serahlin shouts in turn, “we have to get out of here!”

“What about the other books?!” Selene yells and dammit. She’s right. They can’t just leave the books. Serahlin runs and grabs the one closest to her just as Selene grabs the one closest to her. The entire structure shudders and heaves. The pillars do not merely crack, but they begin to give way.

Thenvunin grabs the last book they all run towards the portal, only to find that it too has collapsed without the support of the books.

“Oh shit!” Selene yells.

Thinking fast, Serahlin places her hand on the mysterious book dedicated to June and pulls at the magic inside.

“Help me! Visualize Thenvunin’s foyer!” She calls as the floor begins to crack and groan as well. Selene curses but grabs hold of Serahlin’s arm. Thenvunin takes hold of the other and Serahlin inhales deeply.

“Portal open here to there,

Here we stand,

There we go,

We command,

From crumbling tomb

To Thenvunin’s front room!”

They scream as the magic burns from within them all, wrenching them from the collapsing hall through space to Thenvunin’s home. The magic claws into them and for a few confusing moment, Serahlin feels them both - the strengths, the weaknesses, the drugging weight of power, their power, bending to her spell.

Is this what Stalking felt all the time? Is this what it’s like to be a warlock? Addictive. But also horrifically overwhelming and terrifying.

All at once, the swirling mass of energies ceases. The world snaps into place as they arrive in Thenvunin’s foyer.

Serahlin drops the book, turns, and promptly vomits. Her head pounds with the sudden influx and subsequent lack of power. Dizzying, maddening, not right. Knees give out and she is vaguely aware of Selene calling her name.

She doesn’t know how long she stays on the floor, waiting for her hearing to return to normal, for her magic to make sense to her once more. She thinks Risin comes and curls up next to her, vibrating with warmth and focus. Yes, focus.

Bit by bit, her vision clears, her hearing returns, and her stomach ceases to roil.

Serahlin realizes that Selene’s hand is upon her back and she is whispering small healing spells all over her.

“I’m okay,” she murmurs, still not quite able to sit up.

“Oh thank the gods,” Thenvunin says.

“Yes, thank the gods. Serahlin, how did you know you could do that?” Selene asks.

“I didn’t. I just knew I had to. Ileth can’t lose both of his parents.” Selene makes a noise of agreement as she takes in just how close they came to orphaning their boys.

When she sits back up, Thenvunin hands her a glass of water and offers her an aspirin. She snorts at the idea. Aspirin! For a witch! He blushes in embarrassment and fusses that it has benefits even to witches. He’s learned a lot from living a magic-less existence these last few years, after all. There are ways to cure ailments that do not involve magic or herbalism.

But he forgets that they’re not mortal. Their systems work differently, they’re meant to connect with magic in all ways - particularly for healing. She doesn’t remind him of this, though. Today has had enough in it without adding in an argument about such things. Instead, Selen takes away the aspirin, mentioning something about potential interactions between the elfroot and the aspirin.

When Serahlin can stand, she looks to the door, eager to get home to her son. Coming close to death makes her eager to be reassured that her baby is okay. Selene seems to be in agreement and they both move to leave, but Thenvunin remains in the foyer, staring at the ruined interior of his house.

“Come home with us, Thenvunin,” Serahlin says, “I have plenty of room and it looks like you could use some...distance from all this.” And to get him away from this awful house. She can still feel the oppression and the bad history.

Despite what they all just collectively went through, Thenvunin looks surprised,”You don’t even know me.”

She smiles and stifles a chuckle, “We know you well enough to brave a warlock for you.” He opens his mouth as if to argue then shuts it again.

“I suppose you’re right. Who knows what kind of maleficence Stalking put in the home.” Still, he looks sad enough that it makes Serahlin sigh.

“We’ll come back after we’re rested. This place needs a good exorcist style cleaning,” as evidence, the dark splotch where Stalking was starts to give off a slight stench that has everyone wrinkling their nose.

Thenvunin nods and heads upstairs to gather his things while Serahlin and Selene get the car.

“Are you sure about this?” Selene asks.

“We can’t just leave him out here. If it were me, or worse, if it was Ileth, I would want someone to help. Two people preyed upon him, first that mortal husband and then Stalking. What if it were Darevas or Felasel?” She asks in turn. Selene falls against the passenger seat, hand against her forehead.

“Shit. You’re right.”

“He can stay with me, there’s plenty of room to spare.” He can have the guest room that Selene has not claimed as her own when she’s over. And it’ll be good to have another man around for Ileth and the twins that isn’t an abusive asshole.

Back at the house, they help Thenvunin load his things, of which there are surprisingly few. They lock up and ward the house as an extra precaution. Thenvunin slides into the backseat and Screecher follows suit. Des and Risin sit in Selene’s lap, purring loudly.

All set, Serahlin pulls out of the driveway and sets the course for home.

If she were a betting person, she would bet their coven just gained a new partner.

#my writing #i got it done! yaaay!#i kept getting interrupted #house witch au #serahlin #selene lavellan #thenvunin #stalking #ileth #darevas #felasel #risin #des #screecher #fic #adannar #mr. paenir issss adannar yep

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So, witchy AUs. How about Ravus? Ravus getting too in over his head with some magic, and reluctantly admitting that he needs help from Iggy and the trusty familiar Noct?

full disclosure: noctis is out of control in this, he had a mind of his own.

“This was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

“Thank you for that incredibly astute observation, Scientia.But if I was looking for someone to tell me what I already know, I would havewasted twenty gil on the strip-mall psychic downtown.”

“I think that’s his way of calling you smart, Specs.”

It was not. But he didn’t have the patience to argue a catinto correcting himself. They could never be persuaded into thinking they weren’tright, anyway. Swat a cat for knocking a priceless heirloom off a table, andthey knocked off two more when you weren’t looking. Scold a familiar for notwearing any pants when company was present, and he sprawled out, bare-ass nude,on the couch for the entire duration of the visit.

If he lifted a leg over his head and started licking hisballs, Ravus was out of here.

“Your pet could dowith some disciplining.”

“Are you volunteering?”

Real charming. Would that he had the time to flog him in thebasics of human etiquette – namely wearingclothes. Much as he might have enjoyed teaching him a lesson in humility –enforcing a modicum of modesty into those shrewd, blue eyes – Noctis was nothis to punish. He was just here to get his damn potion fixed, get out, and whipup a spell to make them forget he was ever here. As if Noctis’s proclivitytowards constant nakedness wasn’t embarrassing enough, the nature of Ravus’sarrival was even more mortifying.

“Is this… a lovetonic?”

Ravus grit his teeth and wondered if he could pass off thenature of the potion as the mistake he’d come seeking aid for. “No, of course not! Don’t be ridiculous. Itwas intended to be a clairvoyance draught to better anticipate the machinationsof those who would destroy me…” That was actually pretty good. He could usethat.

But before he could construct the string of words into asentence for verbal use, Scientia squared him with a look that brooked nodenials. The man knew his brews. That’s why Ravus swallowed his pride and cameto him in the first place.

“So, Frosty Fleuret really does have a heart,” Noctis purredfrom his lounge. “Finally find that special someone that made it grow two sizesone day?”

“I take back what I said. Your pet doesn’t need discipline,he needs a muzzle.”

“Kinky. Iggy?”

“Quiet please, Noct.”

“Gotta get the muzzle for that,” Noctis said, grinning atRavus.

He turned his gaze Hell-wards, begging the elements of chaosand disorder to give him strength. If not to smite the meddlesome mouser, thento outlast him. Surely, it wouldn’t take Scientia long to remedy the faultyproduct and spare him any further misery in his company. If his reputation hadany merit, there was no witch’s recipe he couldn’t correct – and none he couldn’tconcoct himself.

He was the master, if rumor was to be believed. And with acursed cat prince favoring him as his companion, there must have been somethingto it… Not that he could ever consider the likes of Noctis as a measure of success. Scientia could be just ashalf-witted as his familiar. Birds of a feather, kittens of a whisker, as itwere. In which case Ravus embarrassed himself with this encounter for nothing.

Scientia milled about his workshop – a kitchen; howrudimentary for a witch of such wide regard. He sniffed at the vial in hishand, sampling droplets of Ravus’s potion – if it could even be classified assuch, the state it was in now – and wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste. Hesifted through neat rows of mason jars, all labeled in crisp, cursivehand-writing and packed with earthy blends of spices, clipped roots, dried seedpods from the odd flower here and there. He plucked through the bar of fragrantherb bundles above his window, each touch brushed over one emitting itsdistinct scent throughout the kitchen.

Ravus tried not to look tooinvested in his process, not with Noctis’s divested stare puncturing the sideof his face, waiting for evidence that he was not the great sorcerer he claimedto be, waiting for an admission to his master’s talents. As if his coming herewasn’t proof enough of that. But Noctis seemed keen to add insult to injury, soRavus remained stone-faced until Ignis was finished.

“While the elderflower was an apt choice,” Ignis mused, notso much critiquing Ravus’s recipe so much as talking himself through adjustingit. “I believe a bit of jasmine” – he sprinkled a generous portion of whitepetals into the flask; the foul, dark drink inside instantly began to lighten –“and a dash of nutmeg, I think…”

Ignis held the vial by the neck, turning the bottle incircles to stir the extra ingredients into the mixture. As the contentsswirled, the color transformed, and by the time the chemical reaction hadsettled, the vial glowed with a delicate, rose-gold liquid. He smiled tohimself, an affirmation of success as he whiffed the scent off the top. Hehanded the vial back to Ravus.

“Jasmine?” he asked, skeptical, even with a more promisingperfume wafting from the bottle. “That’s all it took to work?”

“It should make the recipient more attentive to you, takingbetter notice of you in a crowded room, listening with a better understandingof what you’re trying to say. It’s subtle magic, not a guarantee of true love.”

“I’m quite aware of the law, thank you.”

To force a person to fall in love with him against theirwill was to deal in the most repulsive dark magic, and would deal such areprehensible blow against his honor for even considering such a spell. He wasn’tdesperate enough – and even if he were, he would never be cruel enough – to demandan unwilling thrall to satisfy his desires.

But if the object of his affection could just… see him. Not so much for physicalattractiveness, or his pedigree, or the eloquence with which he’d been groomedto speak; but for the things he didn’t know how else to show to a person tomake his affections known. He wanted them to take the first step. He knew thathe was being a coward; he should just seek out the courage in his own characterto take that first step himself… But if he had the power to ensure someinnocent intrigue, why not use it?

“Will it work?”

“There’s no guarantee until it’s tested…”

“Test it, then.”

Ignis stalled there, blinking dumbly at the request. Heglanced between Ravus and the potion, a question in his eyes, as if Ravus didn’tknow exactly what he was asking. Ravus rolled his eyes.

“Honestly. You’re a professional, are you not?”

“Yes. Quite. Right…”

Ignis reached for the potion.

“Wait, no! I’ll test it.”

For a minute there – one, merciful minute – Ravus hadforgotten Noctis was here. He’d half hoped he’d scampered off on feline fours togo nap in a shoebox or something. But no. He stood up from the couch – stillvery much naked, Ravus was notlooking at how naked he was – and entered the kitchen, snatching the vial andgiving it a sniff.

“Noct, no,” Ignis tried to command him. “You’re just gettingover the last daemon you didn’t digest. I don’t want you getting sick again.”

“I’m fine, Specs. Besides, it’s my job to protect you fromscary strangers coming to the door asking you to taste weird drinks for free.”

Ravus paid his sly glance no mind. He just wanted confirmationthat the damn drink was going to work the way he wanted it to. He didn’t wantto poison the person when he just wanted them to flirt with him a little. Itwasn’t a particularly potent potion or anything. Nothing that would result ineffects neither Ravus nor Ignis couldn’t easily control. If Noctis insisted onbeing the guinea pig, then Ravus could only pray for a negative side effect andtake his potion elsewhere to get it properly amended.

“It’s not permanent, right?” Noctis asked. “You’ve got aremedy once you know it works?”

“Yes,” Ignis sighed, resigned to Noct’s volunteer service.He dragged a small jar of enchanted smelling salts across the counter. “You won’tbe enthralled with Ravus for all eternity.”

“He would be so lucky.”

“Just drink your medicine, cat.”

Noctis affronted a pout. Ravus continued to be unamused.Finally, Noctis took a small sip of the potion and set it down. He leaned againstthe counter, and they waited for the enchantment to take hold. Promising, thatit didn’t take very long – Ravus wasn’t generally a very patient man.

Noctis looked up, eyes drawn straight to Ravus with theimmovable curiosity of his more feline predilections. Wide, blue irises stayedfixed to Ravus, even when Ignis tested his attention by announcing plans tobake one of his favorite snacks. Good. The focusing power of the spell wasworking well enough. Though it was a little unnerving to be centered by thatstare, dark and unreadable beneath the ebon feathering of his hair.

Noctis spoke, lips tugging up into a smirk. “You seemnervous, Ravus.”

Ravus’s brow creased. Nervous? That wasn’t right. The spellwas supposed to make the recipient see him a little clearer, meaning his grace,perhaps; his intellect; his capacity for intriguing conversation; the commandof his presence. He wasn’t nervous…Though Noctis was naked… And not thatbad to look at; insufferable, but attractive.

Anyone would be nervous around a good-looking naked man theycouldn’t stand… Nervous that he was never going to put clothes on like acivilized person.

“I’m merely anxious for the potion to work properly,” hesaid – as if he needed to explain himself.

Noctis nudged himself off the counter and – to Ravus’sunending humiliation – approached him. Walking slowly, purposefully, bare feetpadding lightly on the linoleum floor. Prowlingtowards him, Ravus realized. Those intent eyes hooded slightly, lips curledinto a smile as he stood before him, the sole proprietor of his attention, and his affection, if the slow, softdrag of a finger up Ravus’s arm was any indicator.

“Don’t be anxious,” Noctis murmured. “I want you to feelgood.”

Noctis leaned closer – naked,so, so naked, goddamn shapeshifters,he could smell the woodsy lilt of his skin so clearly. Ravus knew he shouldprobably signal for Scientia to break the spell, the potion worked – it workeda little too well, he might need todilute it a little more, just to be safe – but Noctis was pressed against hischest, palms on his coat, balancing on his toes to purr in his ear,

“You deserve to feel good. I see how hard you work, howstrong you are. You have all this power and no one sees it. But I do. And Ilike it.”

Alright! Test, aced; cat, off! Ravus just barely managed tokeep himself from wrenching the fawning fool off of him, firmly, but gentlytaking him by the forearms and directing him into Ignis’s. He was ready withthe salts, one quick swipe of the jar just beneath Noct’s nose, and hisfamiliar was blinking away the clouds of hypnotic haze to vex Ravus with hissmart mouth once again.

“How’d it go? Did I seduce you? Because it damn well lookslike I seduced you.”

“Scientia, I appreciate your service,” Ravus said, voicetight and face hot and he didn’t know why because damnit he was supposed to be just as professional as he scoldedIgnis into being. “Clearly, your recommendation comes with merit. I must beoff.”

Ravus quickly turned on his heel, dropped the pouch ofpayment on the first table he saw on the way to his door, and failed not toslam it on his way out. The crisp, autumn air was like a blast of ice crystalsagainst his red cheeks.

Once he was long gone, Ignis scrutinized Noctis, stretchinghis arms over his head and drawing his spine into the curve of his back. “Youseemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“He makes it too easy,” Noctis chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’llwork fine for his little human puppy love.”

“Your antics are going to get you into trouble one day.”

“You’re the only trouble I plan on being in, Specs.” Noctislooped his arm around his master’s neck, happy when they were reciprocated byIggy’s arms around his waist. “Now, about that muzzle.”

#ravnoct #ignoct #ravus nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #ffxv #final fantasy xv #myfic #i'll cross post all the ravus from the past few weeks to ao3 tomorrow #for now sleeps

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