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Filii deorum: Lovem, Neptunum et Orcum
Warnings: None
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The entrance hall for Olympus Collage is a magnificent marvel of divine power. Lorelai stands just beyond the gates, staring tiredly at the building. The misty shadows of the nether shield the young woman as she hesitates. Starting her senior year at the prestigious school meant her godly exams draw nearer. The courtyard beyond the pearly gates is full of other students; some she recognises from last year, but others are new. Andro pulls on his lead, itching to enjoy the pleasure of pats. His tail lightly pounds against her leg, trying everything to gain her attention. The shadows of the nether grow restless as she continues to still in its clutches, wispy voices practically screaming at her to leave the safety they offer.
“You must leave my child.” A dark, gravelly voice softly calls, earning a sigh from Lorelai’s month. This was the last thing she wished to happen. But she knew the longer she stood at the threshold of the nether, the more irritated the shadows would become, and soon they would call their King. Hades places a hand on his offspring’s shoulder; the pair share a glance before another sigh leaves Lorelai’s mouth. A silent conversation pushes the young woman over the edge, and the pearly gates slam behind her, the nether vanishing.
Andro barks loudly in happiness as a young nymph scratches under his chin. The trek through the courtyard towards registration was much longer than Lorelai would have ever wished. Many nymphs and spirits have clogged up the courtyard as they swam the Thunderbolts football team. Tall, muscular, godly sons (and one godly daughter) stood in a large cluster of bodies, torsos wrapped tightly with their varsity jackets. Lorelai rolls her eyes as she catches the end of a cheesy oneliner that rolls off the tongue of Thunderbolt Captain Taylor Diaz. Andro weaves his way through the crowd, and eventually, Lorelai finds herself standing before the Fates. The three women sat on old wooden chairs, weathered by age. The Middle Fate, Present, sat slightly taller than the other two.
“Name” Drawls Past. “Dabria Lorelai Huntington” “333”
The right fate hands Lorelai an envelope and ushers her along. The Olympus college campus is small when compared to other divine schools and Olympus itself. As such, the dormitories and classrooms occupy the same buildings. After tugging Andro away from what felt like the one-hundredth person, Lorelai finally made it to her dorm. Pushing open the door, a sense of shock washed over her. Instead of the usual two-person split, Dorm 333 was split three ways. Like every other year, the room was already decorated to fit each person's taste. A sense of disgust bubbled up to the surface. While one-third of the room is the perfect mix of darkness, death and books, the other two-thirds only filled her with dread. Andro quickly broke free from Lorelai’s hold and chased his shadow around the room.
“Nix mihi vires dabit, Neptunum prolemque Iovem (Nyx give me strength, both Poseidon and Zeus's offspring)”, Lorelai spoke softly, dumping her duffle bag harshly on her denim blue comforter. Andro simply nudged his owner's leg before settling on his matching bed.
Lorelai and Andro spent the morning and most of the afternoon alone. When the oak dorm door burst open next, Lorelai was lying on her bed, nose-deep in her Underworld 101 textbook. She barely glanced up before an audible groan slipped past her lips.
Almost ignoring her, a young man with golden blonde hair waltzed across the room and gracefully placed a pile of old dusty books on the gold-glided desk. Lorelai and Andro watched silently as he paced in and out of the room, adding more old dusty books and the occasional musical instruments. After nearly an hour of watching the young man fill his section of the room from her blacked-out corner, Lorelai decided to make her presence known.
“Loquere (speak)”
Andro’s loud and happy bark fills the room, scaring the poor man half to death. His golden locks shimmed in the light as his head snapped toward the wall of darkness he had initially thought was a wall. With slow, cautious steps, he approached the void.
“Hello,” his voice wavered slightly. Moving to sit cross-legged on her bed, Lorelai eyed the man’s closer; his sweater hung loosely off his shoulders, and his jeans hugged his thighs. “Salve (Hello)” “I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t think anyone was there. Sorry but…um, but my Latin was never really that good”, his face contorted in a way that brought a small smile to Lorelai’s lips. “Do you speak English?” “Yes, You may need to brush up on your Latin before the godly exams, filius Iovis” “Arh, so you know who I am?” “I just know you are not Taylor.” The man raised his eyebrows, but before he could answer, the dorm door again burst open.
Unlike the blonde standing before Lorelai, Taylor didn’t care for books or studying. He simply strolled into the room and belly-flopped onto his sea-blue comforter. His blue varsity jacket had been tossed haphazardly on the floor. Silence filled the room as Golden Hair stood stunned, and Lorelai watched, stone-faced. As quickly as he had entered the room, Taylor Diaz shot up and stared back at his new roommates with a lopsided grin.
“Well, isn’t this just fun?” his smile didn’t seem to fade as neither Lorelai nor Golden Hair answered. “Taylor Diaz, Son of Poseidon and Thunderbolts captain.” His hand stretched out, and a stiff shake was awaiting. Golden hair answered the dark-haired boy’s request.
“Nathaniel Fox, Son of Zeus and Senior class president” Taylor tilted his head to the side and looked towards Lorelai.
“You are”
“Vis scire non (Wouldn’t you like to know)?” Lorelai answered before she returned to the textbook lying in her lap. Taylor looked towards Nathaniel as if to say do you know her name. Only for Nathaniel to shake his head.
“Great, a no-name-speaking chick is our roommate for a year”, Groaned Taylor.
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Fur, Claws and ButterBeer
Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!OC! Estelle Scamander
Warnings: None
Estelle sighed as she sunk into the plush red bench seat. The year had been dull, with no suitable replacement for the Care of Magical Creatures professor; the class had been cancelled. Her grey tabby cat, Nimbus, rested his head on her lap and nudged her hand, seeking pats. Staring at the rolling hills in the distance, Estelle wondered if at least one of her brothers remembered what today was. She reflected on her past year at Hogwarts. With one less class on her schedule, Estelle had more time to explore and focus on other subjects. This year's yule ball hadn’t been as exciting as Estelle ever remembered; her eyes drifted towards the trunk with her initials hoisted above the opposite bunch. The soft yellow knee-length gown had looked lovely on her - well, in her opinion, it did. The dress had not ended the night pretty; Missy Mcgoran had thrown Mulled wine at her, and now an ugly red stain marred most of the dress.
Estelle was broken from her thoughts when the door to the compartment roughly slid open, Her closest friends spilling into the compartment. Dean and Tyler were laughing about some stupid joke or action involving a second-year, falling unceremoniously onto the opposing bench. Mattheo followed, his signature smirk on his face as he sat beside her; Mattheo ran his hand through Nimbus’s fur.
“It’s a pity you and Marcy couldn’t get that stain out; it truly was a lovely dress on you”, spoke the dark-haired Slytherin. His eyes followed Estelle’s and her focus on the trunk. “How would you know you were too busy swapping spit with Lacy Fargraves?” Came Tyler's teasing tone; he and Dean had stopped laughing long enough to listen to their friend's conversation. Mattheo looked cautiously at the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, whom he could tell wanted him to spill the secret he’d held for the last four years. “I wasn’t swapping spit; I was trying to get more butterbeer for miss sweet tooth over here”, Mattheo defended himself before poking his thumb at the girl. Estelle merely shook her head and moved Nimbus off her lap to greet the trolley witch. “Four chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, please.” “5 sickles deary”
Estelle shoved the box of Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans into the open arms of Dean and Tyler before sitting back down. The rest of the train ride back to London seemed to flash by outside the widow in a blur. Before she realised it, the Hogwarts Express was pulling into King’s Cross. The group of friends slowly made their way off the train, and soon enough, they were bidding each other goodbye before running off to greet their families. Mattheo was the last to bid Estelle goodbye, his eyes lingering on his friend, who seemed to have still a slither of hope in her hazel eyes.
“Hey, you’ll write over the summer, yeah?” He nudged her shoulder, shaking the poor girl out of her thoughts.
“Sure, I'll try, Mar” She spoke before sighing heavily and casting a quick spell to shrink her belongings to a small enough size to stuff them into an extended pouch. “I’ll see you in September.” Estelle waved goodbye after picking up Nimbus’s cat carrier.
Mattheo watched as Estelle disappeared through the platform portal, Her long brown hair swaying slightly behind her.
#hogwarts oc#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle#fantastic beasts and where to find them#newt scamander#theseus scamander#harry potter
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Chapter Two: Just some friends of mine
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June busyied herself with making the two hunters coffee by hand as a ding broke the silence of the café. Ms Jenkins walking over to the counter, eyeing the two males. June brushed of the suspicion in the old women’s eyes as she grabbed Ms Jenkins usual order, two caramel scrolls and one loaf of sourdough.
“Who are they” Whispered Ms Jenkins as she passed June some money.
“Some friends of mine, they are just passing on through Ms Jenkins. Tell Mr Jenkins I say hi will you” June spoke seemly appeasing the old women’s concern.
“Just watch yourself till Ryan arrive will you dear” June giggled slightly as Ms Jenkins exited, a ding following her. Ryan was Ms Jenkins grandson that was stayed with the elderly couple each summer and worked at the café to earn a little cash. “Whose Ryan” Dean probed, he couldn’t really fathom a non-supernatural person would work in the café owned by a witch.
“Ms Jenkins grandson that stays here during the summer, I gave him a job here at the bakery a few summers ago to gave him something to do. Since as you can tell there’s not much here for a teen to do” June answered while bringing the pair their coffees, “now, how do you like your coffees” she spoke whipping out her wand once again. While dean answered with straight black and began to down the warm liquid, Sam asked for one sugar and a splash of cream. With a wave of her wand one small sugar cube appeared and dropped silently into the liquid followed by a small amount of cream pouring from the tip of her wand. Moving back to the counter – followed by Dean who had more questions – June sent the dirty plates back to the kitchen for Ryan to wash when he arrived.
“I got a few more questions for ya darling” Dean spoke, his Texan drawl peaking through. He leaned forward on to the counter before a two stools materialised before him, one for him and one for Sam.
“Shoot”
“While you might have sworn off killing people like the witches we’ve hunted, people are still dying in unnatural circumstances”.
“I know, I knew a hunter would pick up the signs and someone would be visiting.” June sighed wiping down the counter, another ding disrupted the serious conversation that the trio were having. Ryan walked up to the counter and puffed his chest out a little. “Ryan, there’s a few dishes out back for you to start with” June spoke flicking her wand under the counter, seeming making the kitchen muggle safe. Ryan walked towards the door that led to the kitchen but never took his eyes off the two men sitting at the counter. His grandma was right, they were weird. “Do you know who or what might be the cause” Sam pressed whispering slightly. June looked hesitantly at the brothers, June had been raised with the mantra of the wizarding community needing to stick together and face non-wizarding folk – whether they were good or not.
“I have my suspicions” Sighed the witch, “I’m not the only magic folk that live in Littleton” June would hate herself if she told the hunters and then they killed the wrong person.
“We get it” Dean spoke softly as he leaned a little further towards the women in yellow and tan, “but we’re not the kind of hunters to just go and kill something without doing the proper research, well Sammy doing the research”.
June gazed into dean’s emerald, green eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. Her kind and loving nature wanted to cave and tell the man who she thought was killing people, but something in the pit of her stomach told her that whatever she said next her small-town life was going to be shaken up. “You promise you wont go guns blazing and kill them before actually making sure it’s the right person” She pressed, not looking at Dean but rather Sam. Said long haired male simple nodded, trying to reassure the young witch that they were going to stick to the promise.
“Okay, There’s young witch that lives on the outskirts of town. Her names Ophelia Sybil. She used to come into town often, her and her fiancé looked like they were happy. They often come her for lunch dates and would sit over there,” June pointed over to a corner booth that was currently occupied with multiple piles of books,” then her fiancé either left town or died no one really knows. Since then, she doesn’t come into town as much” June finished sipping on her cup of her chamomile tea, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders after her confession, or at least it felt like a confession.
“Why would she kill innocent people if her fiancé had been killed or if he left her” Quizzed Dean, Sam only nodding before pulling out his computer and starting some research.
“I only talked to her once after her fiancé’s disappearance,” June sighed as she waved her wand, a wooden stool appearing next to her, “She had a brave face on, but I could tell something was broke inside her. I don’t know what she was hiding but it wasn’t pretty”.
“Hey June, you mind if we stick around for a bit” Sam asked as five minutes turned into over an hour. June nodded and directed them to a slightly more secluded booth. The brothers stayed in the warm homey environment of June’s café, Dean spilting his time between conversing with his little brother about the case and flirting with the cute brown-haired owner.
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Not all witches are bad, some bake pie
Dean Winchester x Baker!Witch!June Haywood
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Sam and Dean Winchester, two names that seemed to strike fear into the hearts of unnatural creatures, you know all the things that go bump in the night. The two brothers had grown up being taught how to identify and hunt said creatures, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, or witch. Dean never once thought that one day he would find a monster that he just couldn’t justify hunting, that was until their latest case.
Winter had set in order in the small town of Littleton, New Hampshire. Sam believed that unusual number of suspicious deaths was cause enough for the boys to hightail it to the small town. It had taken the boys nearly two days to reach the town and after all that had happened recently the long drive seemed to settled Dean’s constantly racing mind. Dean focused on the road as his little brother rattled off the details of the case and who he figured might be their target. A young witch from the Scottish Highlands. The moment Sam had muttered the word witch, Dean’s brain kicked into hunter mode.
Witches, it just had to be a witch. The brothers had had enough trouble with Rowena that the mere thought of having to now hunt a witch stirred something deep in his stomach. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that last slice of pie with lunch.
“Really Sammy, a witch. You really had to pick a case involving a witch after all the mess we’ve been through with Rowena” Complained Dean as he pulled baby into the parking lot of the towns run down motel. Sam rolled his eyes as he gathered one of the many cards in the impala’s glove compartment.
The room was like all the others the pair had stayed in thought-out their lives. Cheap wallpaper that was pealing in places, worn out carpet and two beds that most likely seen some horrible acts of passion. Dean grumbled as he dumped his duffle and collapsed into the squeaky bed, both the bed and Dean smelt like death. Like the main room the adjoining bathroom was not in great condition – well good enough for a dingy motel. The warm water felt like heaven as it cascaded over his aching shoulders, while driving for such long periods hadn’t done wonders for Dean’s body he’d be demand if he let Sam drive his baby. By the time Dean had exited the bathroom – a plume of steam following him – Sam had returned with pastries and new information.
“She owns a bakery and bookshop further in town, I went and scoped the place and got us some food” Great the witch he was hunting baked, and by the looks of the container she baked pie, “The owner of the motel says her bakery is the best in town”. Dean groaned, why did the witch have to bake pie, pie of all things.
When the sun rose the next day, both hunters could tell that something had shifted. Dean had slept restlessly as his inner demons and angels fought for control over his moral compass as he wrestled with the idea that after so many years of hunting evil witches, this might be the first time that the witch he kills was not as evil as her counterparts. As such, Dean woke well before Sam rose from the depths of his own slumber, wrapping his jacket tightly around his torso and ventured out into the awaking town.
Littleton had been blanketed int a light dusting of snow, so Dean’s boots crunched under foot. He was starting to regret not taking baby on his early morning adventure. Lost in his thoughts, dean tired once again to justify the hunt the brothers were currently on and the death of a witch that he was about to be the cause of. The sleepy town was starting to awake by the time he had made the short walk from the motel to the centre square. A few shops and cafes dotted the border of the square, it didn’t take long for Dean to spot the witches bakery that his brother had mentioned the previous day. The bakery was a cute little café attached to a small bookshop – Sam would’ve loved the warm and cosy looking business. From where he stood, Dean could see movement in through the windows of the shop and unbeknownst to him, his own feet were carrying the seasoned hunter to the building. Through the front window, dean could see a short - well shorter than him and Sam – young women dressed in fluffy yellow sweater and tan trousers busying herself with setting up the store. She was waving a long twig like object around and tables effortlessly unstacked themselves followed by the corresponding mismatched chairs. She was a witch.
Dean didn’t realise he’d been staring at the young women until he was brought out of his stupor be the sharp unmistakable sound and a surprised shout. A loud clatter followed the shout as her concentration was broken, she then rushed to greet him.
“I’m sorry, I’m not open yet” She spluttered after opening the main wooden door, a small ding echoing her words.
“I…I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m Dean” Dean introduced himself without thought of the fake FBI badge that sat heavily in his pocket.
“Dean Winchester?” Dean simply raised an eyebrow at the fact that the witch knew his full name, did Sam tell her that or had she’d been warned of the brothers by near by witches, “Your brother Sam was here yesterday before close and mentioned that you liked pie. I ended up giving him an extra slice” So it was Sam.
“Yeah, it was reqlly good pie” Dean said looking over the women shoulder, clearly seeing a large spoon mixing through the open kitchen door. “You two are hunters, aren’t you?” Once again the young women before him was the cause of dean being pulled from his thoughts.
“How’d you know?”
“I’m a witch, you’re not the first hunters to roll into town hoping to kill something” She spoke stiffly before sighing, sensing that now they were aware of each other’s true identities that the hunter standing before her was not going to leave anytime soon, “would you like to come in and get warm?” Dean nodded and followed her in.
Without much thought Dean sat on one of the mismatched chairs and the nameless women placed a slice of cherry pie before him. Silence settled over the pair as the twig she’d been wielding earlier reappeared, and she resumed her work that Dean had suppositively disrupted. He watched as trays of small cakes, pasties and loaves of bread floated out of the kitchen and into there respective places in the front display.
“You’ve got my name, but I don’t have yours yet” Dean asked playfully around a mouthful of pie”
“June, June Haywood” She responded sitting down with a steaming cup of tea.
“Mind me asking a few questions”
“No…Like I said earlier your not the first hunter to roll into town”
“Where you from? What brought to this town? And why didn’t any of the other hunters kill you” June simply sipped on her tea formulating her answers. “I was born in Scotland, I wanted to get away from home after graduating from school and I’m not like the other witches that you hunters deal with, I don’t pray to a demon or angel and most certainly don’t kill anyone. Your phone is ringing” June pointed out as the device vibrated in Dean’s pocket. Sammy was calling, probably wondering where the elder brother had wondered off to. Dean didn’t bother answering Sam’s call, instead he simply texted Sam his location and turned his attention back on June.
“What school did you graduate from?”
“Hogwarts, the only school in Scotland for witches and wizards. England is not like witches and wizards over here, the supernatural world back home is hidden from the muggle world, the British arm of the Men of Letters don’t really discriminate between good and evil. If you’re not a plain old human, if there’s anything supernatural or magical in you then you’re on their watch list” She spoke softly a hint of sadness filling her voice. Her recount of her childhood added a sprinkle of outrage to the pile that Dean harboured towards the British arm of the men of letters.
“Yeah me and Sammy have run into them before” He said, he turned slightly at the noise of his prised possession pulling up to the café. Once again a silence fell over the room as June flicked her wrist and the lock on the door clicked open. Sam joined the pair at their table, June asking she could fix the brothers some breakfast. Two fully ladened plates landed softy on the table in front of each brother, eggs, bacon and toast. While the brother’s devoured the food, June moved over to behind the counter, tucking her wand in the pocket of her aprin.
“A few of my regulars should be coming by soon, so I can still chat and answer your questions, but I don’t have a business to run” She spoke with a slight pep in her voice. The Winchester brothers simply nodded, mouths full of food, “Coffee?” another nod from both brother.
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Mother's Lullaby
Characters: Natasha Romanoff and Calina Romanoff (OC)
Warnings: This does discuss Natasha's Death ______________________________________________________________
Campus was alive with action, it was Thanksgiving weekend and many of Calina Romanoff’s classmates were rushing about, trying to get home for the holiday. Calina was not as joyous as her classmates, for there was no large gathering of friends and family waiting for her back home; all that awaited her was her small American pit bull terrier Alek. It felt like it had been years since her adoptive mother’s death, but in reality, it had only been a few months since the funeral. Calina smiled weakly as her closest friend Amelia gushed over her family’s plans for the holiday weekend. Calina did care for Amelia, but the holiday felt like it had lost its meaning in the last few months as her academic workload increased and her brain came to terms with the loss she’d experienced.
“What about you Calli,” Amelia asked qualitatively, breaking Calina out of her trance.
“Probably just sit at home with Alek and eat Chinese” She shrugged, collected her books, and moved towards the library doors. Amelia quickly followed her.
“Aww, come on…Momma said you and Alek are welcome to join us for dinner” Amelia whined as the pair proceeded to their apartment, Amelia having a few hours’ worth of packing awaiting her. Calina shook her head, declining once again the invitation Mrs Davenport has continentally extended over the last few weeks. Opening the front door, little Alek was excitably waiting for them, tail wagging across the floor.
Two days later, Amelia sorrowfully waved goodbye to both Alek and Calina before driving off into the sunset. Left alone in her apartment, Calina suddenly felt like the apartment had gotten bigger without Amelia’s loud personality filling the space. Collapsing onto their plush couch – something that both girls had spent hours searching for – Calina let out a huff. With no classes or her bubbly friends to distract her from her thoughts, the emotions and reality of the last year came crashing into her like a tidal wave of expectation. Alek jumped up on to the couch and snuggled into his owner’s side, trying to offer some form of comfort. While little Alek brought Calina a great deal of unconditional love, his presence now came with a twinge of sadness. The puppy had been a gift from her adoptive mother, Natasha Romanoff a few months before her disappearance and death. Before her death, Natasha had looked after the puppy while Calina attended classes and the trio would go on long walks, enjoying the nature reserve that surrounded the Avengers complex, when Calina was on break. Pulling Alek into her lap, Calina began rubbing the pups belly and indulging herself in the blissful joy that Alek expressed form the attention.
“How about we go visit your Babushka (Grandmother)…Hmm” Calina suggested lifting her little puppy onto her chest and already planning the road trip to Natasha’s grave in Hamilton.
Soon Calina found herself driving towards her mother’s grave with little Alek fast asleep on the passenger seat of her 1980 baby blue Jeep. The Ohio countryside flashed around her as the city became farmland and after 3 hours of driving and two pit stops – one for lunch and one for a potty break – the jeep rolled to a stop.
“We’re here Alek” Calina announced waking the pup from his long nap.
The stone that marked Natasha’s final resting place was simple. Below her name, etched into the stone the words ‘Beloved mother, sister and friend’. A ring of flowers, unlit candles and worn teddy bears encircled the stone and as Calina knelt down to add her own collection of flowers.
“я скучаю по тебе, мама” (I miss you mama), Calina whispered kissing the stone. While Calina wouldn’t claim to be fluent in Russian, but she could hold her own when it came to her mother.
“kto ty?” came a unfamiliar voice in Russian from behind Calina, Alek growled lightly at the stranger. Calina turned to face the voice and found herself face to face with a blonde-haired women dressed nicely in yellow plaid. While normally Calina would be highly defensive – like Natasha had taught her -, but today she felt too defeated to put up much defence. Oh how mother would be rolling in her grave if she could Calina now.
“Calina Romanoff, and you?”
Yelena Belova stared at the women before her with a hard scowl. The young women didn’t look like a widow. Calina looked down at the outfit she’d chosen for the road trip, she didn’t think it looked bad or that she looked evil. Her relaxed dark wash jeans had a little bit of dirt dusting her knees and flecks of paint stubbornly still clung to the fibres of her chocolate brown zip up sweater. But Calina knew that her mother never cared if her clothes were perfectly clean or not, she just cared that Calina was safe and at home.
“Yelena”
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Southern caffeine part 2
Part 2 of Southern Caffeine is permanently on hold for the moment as I'm struggling with a case of writer's block. I do really want to continue the fluff train, but I just don't have an idea that I like. any ideas or suggestions are greatly appreciated.
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Part 2 is in the works.
Cops and Bakers
Jay Halstead x Baker!Cordelia Micheals (OC)
Warnings: None i think
Author note: As always, feedback is greatly appreciated
Lemon Drops Cafe and Bakery. Big bright yellow and white letters read, and slight lemon decals surrounded the sign. Jay checked his phone before entering the shop; Hailey had insisted that the ex-army ranger get the morning coffee from the new bakery since the one in the break room was utterly broken. Pushing the glass door open, a light twinkle of a bell announced Jay’s presence. A head popped through the doorway that seemed to lead to the kitchens.
“I’ll be with you in a second.” A southern drawl stunned Jay.
The inside of the bakery was just as cozy as the exterior. Clusters of yellow chairs were pushed into three wooden tables, each bearing a yellow and white lemon tablecloth and varying-sized pillow. Along the opposite wall rests a series of tall displays, most filled with either what smelt like fresh loaves or display cakes. Turning more towards the counter, Jay noticed that in between the large coffee machine and the small portion of the counter dedicated to the register was a large display cupboard partially filled with cookies, cupcakes and some savory treats. Along the wall behind the counter, Jay could see an assortment of coffee bean bags that looked like they had yet to be packed away in the above cupboard and potted plants. The bakery overwhelmingly filled Jay with a sense of calm, and he loved the welcoming, cozy, homely environment that Hailey had sent him into.
A young woman soon walked out of the kitchen doorway and greeted Jay warmly. Her Chocolate brown curly hair was haphazardly thrown into a bun, and a yellow ribbon wrapped around the tie. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt beneath a pale yellow apron and chocolate brown pants. Her apron was covered in white dashes of flour and smudges of frosting and chocolate. The pin on her apron read Cordelia, a sticker of a small bundle of lemons decorating the rest of the pin. When Jay’s eyes reached her face, he took note of the imperfect splash of flour that dusted her cheeks and the bright smile that graced her features.
“Good Morning. What can I get ya?” Her voice was perfectly airy and sweet, like the melody of his favourite song. For once, the voice wasn't dull or uninterested; instead, it sounded like she genuinely wanted to be covered in flour dust and chocolate smudges at nearly 6:30 in the morning.
“Four large double shot coffees and Hailey Uptons usual.” He recited the order that Hailey had given him only ten minutes earlier. Jay moved to open his wallet to pay when Cordelia simply shook her head.
“No need to pay, it's on the house.” Her smile was blinding as she moved further down to the coffee machine, Jay following.
“At least let me tip you or something”, Jay argued as the women moved expertly around the small area, quickly making the coffee’s and packing a small box full of freshly baked treats.
“Please, this is the least I can do for you guys”, she spoke, “Besides, that would be breaking my own rules” " she said, pointing towards the large poster plastered above the register. Jay followed her finger and shook his head as he read the sign.
‘Cops, Firefighters, Doctors and Nurses, drinks and treats are on the house, No exceptions!!’
“My dad was a ranger and taught me the value of first responders, so when I started my business, I made it a rule that those who protect us, normal people, from our stupidity would never have to pay. Plus, I make enough profit to cover it anyway.” As she pushed the box and cup tray towards Jay, she gestured to the jar on the counter next to the register, “But if your conscience won't let you leave without leaving a tip, then here, donate to this month's charity, the Chicago police fund” Jay practically swooned over her smile this time. pushing a few large bills into the jar, Jay left the cafe with a dopey smile and a mental promise never to get coffee anywhere else.
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Cops and Bakers: Southern Caffeine
Jay Halstead x Baker!Cordelia Micheals (OC)
Warnings: None i think
Author note: As always, feedback is greatly appreciated
Lemon Drops Cafe and Bakery. Big bright yellow and white letters read, and slight lemon decals surrounded the sign. Jay checked his phone before entering the shop; Hailey had insisted that the ex-army ranger get the morning coffee from the new bakery since the one in the break room was utterly broken. Pushing the glass door open, a light twinkle of a bell announced Jay’s presence. A head popped through the doorway that seemed to lead to the kitchens.
“I’ll be with you in a second.” A southern drawl stunned Jay.
The inside of the bakery was just as cozy as the exterior. Clusters of yellow chairs were pushed into three wooden tables, each bearing a yellow and white lemon tablecloth and varying-sized pillow. Along the opposite wall rests a series of tall displays, most filled with either what smelt like fresh loaves or display cakes. Turning more towards the counter, Jay noticed that in between the large coffee machine and the small portion of the counter dedicated to the register was a large display cupboard partially filled with cookies, cupcakes and some savory treats. Along the wall behind the counter, Jay could see an assortment of coffee bean bags that looked like they had yet to be packed away in the above cupboard and potted plants. The bakery overwhelmingly filled Jay with a sense of calm, and he loved the welcoming, cozy, homely environment that Hailey had sent him into.
A young woman soon walked out of the kitchen doorway and greeted Jay warmly. Her Chocolate brown curly hair was haphazardly thrown into a bun, and a yellow ribbon wrapped around the tie. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt beneath a pale yellow apron and chocolate brown pants. Her apron was covered in white dashes of flour and smudges of frosting and chocolate. The pin on her apron read Cordelia, a sticker of a small bundle of lemons decorating the rest of the pin. When Jay’s eyes reached her face, he took note of the imperfect splash of flour that dusted her cheeks and the bright smile that graced her features.
“Good Morning. What can I get ya?” Her voice was perfectly airy and sweet, like the melody of his favourite song. For once, the voice wasn't dull or uninterested; instead, it sounded like she genuinely wanted to be covered in flour dust and chocolate smudges at nearly 6:30 in the morning.
“Four large double shot coffees and Hailey Uptons usual.” He recited the order that Hailey had given him only ten minutes earlier. Jay moved to open his wallet to pay when Cordelia simply shook her head.
“No need to pay, it's on the house.” Her smile was blinding as she moved further down to the coffee machine, Jay following.
“At least let me tip you or something”, Jay argued as the women moved expertly around the small area, quickly making the coffee’s and packing a small box full of freshly baked treats.
“Please, this is the least I can do for you guys”, she spoke, “Besides, that would be breaking my own rules” " she said, pointing towards the large poster plastered above the register. Jay followed her finger and shook his head as he read the sign.
‘Cops, Firefighters, Doctors and Nurses, drinks and treats are on the house, No exceptions!!’
“My dad was a ranger and taught me the value of first responders, so when I started my business, I made it a rule that those who protect us, normal people, from our stupidity would never have to pay. Plus, I make enough profit to cover it anyway.” As she pushed the box and cup tray towards Jay, she gestured to the jar on the counter next to the register, “But if your conscience won't let you leave without leaving a tip, then here, donate to this month's charity, the Chicago police fund” Jay practically swooned over her smile this time. pushing a few large bills into the jar, Jay left the cafe with a dopey smile and a mental promise never to get coffee anywhere else.
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Cowgirls Don't Cry
Cordell Walker x Sister!Magnolia Rae Walker (OC)
Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, but mostly fluff and emotional conversations.
Author note | This is very rough in terms of editing, and any and all types of feedback is greatly appreciated.
There’s this feeling when the glue dies, when it becomes clear that someone important and special dies and the mark, they left of the rest of the family becomes clear. That feeling permeated every aspect of life and everybody dealt with the grief in different ways. Maggie threw herself head long into her work, she tended to the horses in the stables all hours of the day and night. Her brother Cordell left and fell into a dark hole, Liam became the glue and voice of reason. That was until Liam proposed the idea of him filing for custody of Stella and August, that broke Maggie’s hold on all that was sane.
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The room was still as Liam’s proposal sank in, his words shaking Maggie’s resolve as she tired her best not to lash out. As much as she wanted to reach across the table and punch her brother in the face, she couldn’t do it, not in front of the kids.
“How dare you,” Maggie seethed, her face not hiding the anger she held for her brother in that moment. The rest of the walker family simply stared at the young brunette women as she uncharacteristically fought with the middle Walker sibling.
“What do you mean, Stella and Auggie need stability and a Cordell isn’t here to do it so why not” Liam spoke, trying to reason with his little sister. While normally the only daughter of Abeline and Bonham Walker would join her brother in being the voice of reason in the family, today it seemed Liam’s words were the straw that broke the camels back.
“Don’t talk like he’s gone, Cords not gone like that” Maggie chastised her brother trying desperately to not raise her voice in front of Stella and August, but she couldn’t help it. In her mind, Liam’s suggestion was him talking like Cordell was dead and the family needed to move on.
“Maggie, Your brother isn’t suggesting anything,” Abeline tired to sooth her only daughter’s rage. “Not in front of the kids” she urged her child.
“No Momma, He’s…He’s talking as Cord’s never coming back” Maggie said teary eyed. While Maggie always told people that she loved both her brothers equally, something about Emily’s death and Cordell leaving that in this moment she despised Liam.
“Magnolia Rae Walker” Bonham’s firm voice cut harshly though the impending fight. Maggie looked at her father in teary silence. Without another word Maggie left the room, the house and escaped to the only place she’d ever felt at peace, the stables.
Liam found his sister sniffing away and rubbing her eyes with her head in her hands, tucked away in the corner of an empty stall. She had dug up a blanket the siblings had kept in the barn for moments just like this. Stepping into the stall, Liam sat down pulling his sister in his arms.
“I’m sorry, we all miss him you know” Liam spoke into his sister’s hair as sobs racked through her. Her walls crumbling as she was enveloped in the safety of her brother’s arms. While she might have hated Liam for his suggestion, the comfort she felt in his arms was something she was craving as her emotions got the best of her. The siblings sat there in the silent night, Liam letting Maggie cry.
“Frist Emily and now Cordi, I don’t know if I can do it any more Liam”.
“You’re not alone Rae”.
“Is he dead?” While her question was not out of the realm of possibility, the fact that his teary-eyed sister had timidly asked it anyway shook Liam a little. Liam didn’t respond for a minute; he didn’t know what to say to console her. In the end Liam only whispered a simple ‘no’, causing a new, fresh wave of tears to flood down her blotchy cheeks.
For the following months Liam regularly checked in with his sister and soon persuaded her to talk to someone. While Maggie still threw herself into her work, her conversations with Dr Levitt helped her redirect her pain and loss into healing via her interactions with her family. Maggie invested deeply into both Stella and August’s life and schooling, she encouraged both teens to came and talk to her when they needed or no one else would listen, Aunty Maggie would listen. The Walker family learned to move forward, to understand their feelings relating to Emily’s death, even with the dark cloud of Cordell’s absence looming over them. Magnolia never wanted to take Emily’s place as the family’s glue, but when a void appears in the family, someone must fill this important role.
When Cordell returned it was like the last few months never happened. The moment Maggie laid eyes on her brother, and she saw the worn look in his eyes, the stone walls and supports she’d built crumbled within seconds. She became distant once again, throwing herself into her work on the ranch once again.
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The sun was slowly rising over the family ranch when Cordell drove back up the drive. His brain foggy with memories of Emily. The ranch was quiet, at this time in the morning, he didn’t think a single soul would be up yet. Then he saw Maggie walk across the yard and towards the stables. Even from this distance, Cordell could see the sag in her shoulders and the sluggishness in her walk. Sat in his truck a little longer and watched as a small smile graced his sisters’ lips when she opened the stable doors and greeted the horses housed within. Later, when he entered the family kitchen, his sister was notably absent.
“Morn’ Mamma,” Cordell greeted Abeline Walker, embracing her and kissing her head.
“Morning Darling” Abeline gestured to the pot of coffee on the counter and flipped the pancakes.
“Where’s Nolia?”
“Probably out with the horses, why don’t you go rangle her in for breakfast” His mother asked as Cordell downed his first coffee of the day. Cordell merely nodded and ventured out to the stables. The family’s large stables oak doors were swung wide open, and Cordell could see his sister tending to an young Tennessee walker colt.
“He’s new” Quipped the Texas ranger.
“Yeah, Daddy and I found him injured wondering the Davison’s old land” Maggie answered absentmindedly, stroking the nose of the chestnut-coloured colt.
“What’s his name” By now Cordell was leaning against the door to the colt’s stall.
“Cordi”
“You missed me that much huh”.
“Yeah, I guess mamma sent you” Maggie quipped turning to her brother, Cordell once again merely nodded in response, “You want to see something”. Cordell raised his eyebrows in query, Maggie mentioned for him to follow her. The pair walked further down the stables.
“You remember Pop tart the Appaloosa mare daddy got me for my birthday a few years ago,” Cordell hummed, that horse had been Magnolia’s pride and joy, she rode the mare any chance she could come rain or shine, “Well a few months ago she had a filly”.
Maggie leant against a new stall, this one was occupied by a large white and grey speckled appaloosa and a smaller almost identical filly. “I couldn’t help myself and named her Emily”.
Cordell watched as the small filly crossed the stall and left the comfort zone of her mother. Reaching his hand into the stall, the filly gave a tentative sniff. Maggie nudged her brother’s arm and handed him a small carrot, which he offered to the foal. Emily excitably munched on the treat before pushing her head into Cordell’s hand once more, searching for more carrots.
“Why Emily,”
“She was born a week after you left, everyone was so lost, when daddy asked me what we should call her, Emily was the only name I could think of. The kids seemed to brighten up a little when I told them her name. Stella even helped me tend to her those first few months” She answered as she refilled the feed and water buckets in the stall.
Weeks past before Cordell got the courage to talk to his little sister again, this time he came armed with the knowledge of Liam betrayal and how defensive the young women had gotten. Once again, he found her tending to the horses in the barn.
“Maggie” Came Cordell’s voice, laced with an unusual mix of uncertainty and confidence for the Texas ranger. The women in question simply hummed in acknowledgement as she brushes the stallion’s coat. “I know what Liam did”
The barn remained silent; it was as if the few months that Cordell had been undercover were a period that his sister mere wished to forget now that he has come home.
“We were all grieving Em’s death and then your disappearing act really rocked to boat” Magnolia’s voice was soft as her hand stilled, Adonis – the stallion maggie was tending to whined slightly at the lack of attention. “Then Liam suggested petitioning for custody of the kids, i…I just couldn’t believe he even thought about it…to me it felt like he thought you were never coming back and…I…I thought he was suggesting y…you…were…dead” She stuttered around her tears. Cordell didn’t respond both his brother and Stella had recounted the pain and anger in the usually soft and understanding women when Liam brought up his idea at family dinner. Instead, he simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Magnolia.
“I know, thank you for defending me”.
“Always”
“Now,” Cordell said after separating from the hug and clasping his hands together, “Whatever Momma is cooking smells absolutely amazing” Magnolia smiled and followed her brother back into the family home, linked at the elbows like they use to do as kids.
Abeline’s smile grew when she saw her children walk into the kitchen, Magnolia giggling loudly, seemingly at something Cordell had said. For their mother, it sparked joy to see her baby girl smile a genuine smile, something that hadn’t graced her lips since the family received the news of Emily’s death. She hoped and prayed that night that the smile on Magnolia’s lips never had to leave ever again.
#cordell walker#liam walker#stella walker#august walker#Cordell Walker x Sister!OC#cowgirl#country girl#cordell walker x reader
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WitchHunt Masterlist 😊🥺♾️
Dean Winchester x Hufflepuff!Baker!Witch(OC)
Sam senses that his older brother Dean is in need of a break from the quest to hunt down Lilith and searches for a case that Dean can sink his teeth into. Thus the brothers find themselves in Littleton, New Hampshire. However, things take a turn when they find out that not only are they hunting the wrong witch, the magical world from which the much beloved harry potter series came from is real. Dean faces not only one of his greatest fears, but his heart leads him to question the age-old hunter's rule: Don't fall in love with the supernatural.
| Author Note | This story does not follow the rest of the original show so far; I'm not sure if I'm going to once this 'case' is finished.
Chapter One: Not All Witches Are Bad, Some Make Pie
Dean loves pie, and that's a fact. Whether it be Cherry, rhubarb or apple, he loves it. The creator of the best Cherry pie just happens to be a witch.
Chapter Two: Just some friends of mine
Ms Jenkins inquires about the two newcomers and June lights the path to a new suspect.
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Masterlist
Key
Fluff 😊| Smut 😳| angst 🥺|
One-shot 1️⃣| Series ♾️|
🟢= completed | 🟡= In Progress | 🔴= On Hold
Author note | I like to acknowledge that I don't own any of the characters or lore mentioned in my stories except for my original characters. Also feel free to send me suggestions on characters as I frequently get stuck on some of the longer stories and would love smaller projects to post.
WitchHunt 😊🥺♾️🟡
Dean Winchester x Hufflepuff!Baker!Witch(OC)
In this story, Sam and Dean Winchester take a break from hunting demons to go on an old-school Witch Hunt. Along the way, the magic becomes all too real and Dean starts to question his own hunter's code. Maybe the short chocolate-haired witch with the best pie he's ever eaten can change his mind about his own future.
Cowgirls Don't Cry 😊🥺1️⃣🟢
Cordell Walker x Sister!Magnolia Rae Walker (OC)
In Texas, there's one rule that cowgirl Magnolia Rae Walker stands by; no matter what happens, whether you fall off your horse or your heart is broken, Cowgirls don't cry.
Cops and Bakers😊♾️🟢
Jay Halstead x Baker!Cordelia Micheals (OC)
After a long, hard few weeks, Hailey Upton decides that her partner needs a little happiness. So, she sends him on a coffee run to her new favorite cafe, Lemon Drops. It just happens to be run by a sweet young woman Hailey thinks is perfect for the scared Jay Halstead.
Mother's Lullaby 😊🥺1️⃣🟢
The adoptive daughter of Natasha Romanoff visits her mother's grave and runs into her mother's sister. Just a lovely Aunt and Niece moment that Natasha would've loved to see blossom.
Fur, Claws and Butterbeer 🥺😊♾️🟡
Estelle Scamander is the youngest Scamander sibling and wants nothing but to live well within her brother's shadows. Mattheo Riddle just wants to crack the shell of his longest friend and hug the soft heart buried within
Filii deorum
The lives of young Greek gods and goddesses in their last year of Olympus Collage. How will they ever survive the trials and tribulations of young godhood?
#dean winchester#hufflepuff#cordell walker#dean winchester x reader#cordell walker x reader#cowgirl#harry potter#jay halstead x reader#jay halstead#chicago pd#marvel mcu#mcu fanfiction#natasha romanoff#yelena belova#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#fantastic beasts and where to find them#original work#greek gods
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