"English Isn't My-"

You're not reading this by accident. This is the confirmation you were looking for. Everything is going to be all right. God is making a way where there is no way right now.

(Requested by Anon) 

Everyone said they were dangerous, terrifying, Alec and Jane, the witch twins. Everyone said you should stay as far away from them as possible, everyone said that they were two of the most evil vampires to ever walk the earth and that they did evil, unspeakable, horrible things, but everyone didn’t know them like you did. 

Everyone didn’t know that when Alec came back to your room after a long day he’d give you a sweet kiss on the forehead and run you a bath before he’d even think of doing anything for himself. Everyone didn’t know that while you were still human and having nightmares Alec would comfort you. Everyone didn’t know that while you changed Alec took your senses away so you wouldn’t feel a thing because he couldn’t bare to think of you getting hurt. Everyone didn’t know that every Friday Alec would have flowers delivered for you just because. Everyone didn’t know that Alec let you keep your stuffed bear Mr.Cuddlesworth on the bed even though it kind of freaked him out. Everyone didn’t know Alec would leave you sweet notes in the morning on post-its on the door. Everyone didn’t know that Alec would make silly home videos with you at 3 am. Everyone didn’t know Alec would kiss you mid-sentence and make butterflies erupt in your stomach. Everyone didn’t know Alec would always hold your hand in public when he wasn’t working. Everyone didn’t know Alec noticed any little changes you made such as your eye-shadow or hairstyle. Everyone didn’t know that Alec would run his fingers through your hair and kiss you out of nowhere to make you feel special because everyone didn’t know Alec like you did. Everyone didn’t know Alec as you knew him, because Alec is your mate and that side of him was reserved for you and his sister. Everyone just didn’t know Alec. 

Everyone didn’t know Jane would plan days out (or in) for the two of you when she knew Alec would be working late. Everyone didn’t know that Jane would spend at least four days every year making you a photo album of all your favourite pictures. Everyone didn’t know that Jane loved to dance around crazily in her bedroom to Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. Everyone didn’t know that Jane would always call never text. Everyone didn’t know that Jane always found some way to make your birthday special. Everyone didn’t know that Jane would attend karaoke with you every Thursday night as diligently others went to church. Everyone didn’t know that Jane trusted you with her secrets. Everyone didn’t know Jane kept your secrets. Everyone didn’t know that Jane never asked for any of the money you borrowed back. Everyone didn’t know that Jane could list off all your favourite things, likes and dislikes as if they were her own. Everyone didn’t know that while you were still human and got sick Jane would look after you. Everyone didn’t know that Jane made you friendship bracelets. Everyone didn’t know that when you were upset, if Alec wasn’t the one cheering you up Jane was because everyone didn’t know Jane like you did. Everyone didn’t know Jane as you knew her because Jane was your best friend and that side of her was reserved for you and her brother. Everyone just didn’t know Jane. 

So yes they are dangerous, yes they are terrifying, yes they do do horrible, evil, unspeakable things. But there was no way in hell you were going to stay as far away from them as everyone suggested because they were your best friends, your soul mates, your family and you loved them. No matter what. 

Written for @mrstodoroki: “an au where Endeavor was killed by the high end nomu and Dabi decides to run away with reader.”

Warnings: mentions of death, minors dni

You were currently driving while Dabi slept next to you in the passenger seat. He usually got motion sickness during car rides and you were the only one between the two of you both who could drive.

All your clothes, toiletries, and a week’s worth of food were piled in the backseat. It was now past two in the morning and you had not once stopped at a hotel or a restaurant, only gas stations and rest stops. You were tired, but you kept driving until you were no longer in Tokyo.

You were leaving your old life behind to start a new one.

The death of the number one pro-hero, Endeavor, shocked all of Japan. He had died taking down the high end nomu that he fought. Some people grieved, some worried for his family, but Dabi had been ecstatic. You knew about his past, his “death”, and resurrection as a villain.

With his father gone, Dabi saw no point in continuing to work for the league, seeing as how his job was done. After saying goodbye to Shigaraki, Compress, Spinner, Twice, and Toga, he asked you to run away with him.

At first, you had been hesitant. Not only were you running away with a wanted criminal, but you’d be leaving behind your family, your friends, your job, your house, and any future plans you had.

But you loved Dabi, and seeing him plead you to come with him, knowing he didn’t want to be alone again, was enough to change your mind without thinking twice.

It was hard, saying goodbye to your loved ones while also lying to them about your reason for leaving, but you knew they would never approve of your relationship with the arsonist. And if something did happen to you, at least you wouldn’t drag them with you. In a way, you were keeping them safe.

—Time skip—

The sun was beginning to rise by the time you made it to your location. A cabin hidden in the mountains, away from civilization. The owner had been so eager to sell it that he had given it to you for free, which was a relief for you.

You gently shook Dabi awake and he helped you unload the car into your new home. Noticing how tired you were, Dabi told you to rest and reassured that he would finish unpacking. You kissed him on the cheek and headed to your shared bedroom.

You felt gross in the clothes you had worn all day, so you turned on the shower, and while you waited for the water to warm up, you unpacked your shampoo and conditioner, body wash, face cream, and other bathroom essentials.

By the time you finished, Dabi had already put the food away in their correct spaces and was now changing out of his clothes. He didn’t blame you for taking a long time to shower, but he hoped you left some hot water for him.

You stepped out of the bathroom, now in your pajamas and hair damp from drying it with the towel. Dabi kissed your forehead as he passed by and you immediately settled into bed, falling asleep as soon as you were under the covers.

You were so out that you didn’t even hear Dabi turn off the water and step back into your shared bedroom. Putting his own pajamas on, he crawled into bed with you and hugged you close to him before falling asleep himself.

This was the start of a new life. For you and him.

Genuine James potter reaction

Too Much Like Me

Potter!Reader tells her dad she's been asked on a date.

Summary: James finds out Lily's type in men is apparently genetic.

Wc: ~1.7k

CW: Just chaotic fluffy hijinks - a jab about Americans

“Dad.” You trailed James into the kitchen, fighting to keep your voice calm despite the storm brewing ahead.

But James Potter, in all his dramatic glory, had gone entirely deaf. Arms flailing like a prophet warning of doom, he roared, “Family meeting!”

“No! No family meeting!” you yelped, lunging for his arm. You barely stifled a laugh as he flailed harder, like a fish trying to escape the net.

James spun around, courtroom-drama style, and gasped at you with the intensity of someone catching their child red-handed with a cursed artifact. “Fred Weasley? Our Fred Weasley? That Fred Weasley?”

“Yes, that Fred Weasley,” you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Merlin’s saggy balls, I regret telling you already.”

James slammed his hand on the counter for emphasis, pivoting toward the sitting room like a man possessed. “Lily!” he thundered, shaking the walls. “Lily, get in here! Your daughter’s lost her mind!”

“Dad, for Merlin’s sake!” You tried to grab him again, but James had started pacing now, looking like a wizard unjustly accused of crimes against decorum.

“Not in my house! Not under my roof!” He spun around, hazel eyes bulging with a level of betrayal that deserved an award. “Fred Weasley doesn’t know the meaning of curfew! Or- Merlin help us- a respectable bedtime! Do you think I’m letting that chaos into my family? After all I’ve sacrificed? For you?”

“James,” came Lily’s voice, calm but laced with amusement. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, her lips twitching. “What are you yelling about this time?”

James turned to her, a man on the brink. “Fred Weasley! He asked her out! Our daughter! On a date! Alone! With no chaperone!”

Lily blinked, then turned to you with a grin brighter than a Patronus. “Oh!” she gasped, her eyes lighting up. “He finally asked?”

James froze mid-tirade, pointing an accusatory finger at his wife. “Finally? What do you mean, finally? Have you been... supporting this? Encouraging it?”

Lily shrugged, her grin widening as she pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the kitchen. “He’s a lovely boy, James. Polite, clever, charming. He reminds me of someone I used to know.”

“Don’t you dare—” James began, his tone low and dangerous.

“You,” Lily finished brightly, jabbing him in the chest. “Fred’s just like you were. All mischief and charm. No wonder she likes him.”

James gawked at her like she’d suggested selling their house to a pack of trolls. “That’s exactly why she can’t date him! I was Fred Weasley, Lily! Do you know what I would’ve done if someone let me date their daughter?”

“You married her,” Lily said sweetly, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek, winking at you as it effectively stunned the red mess that was your father.

James froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air, completely derailed by Lily’s well-placed jab and affectionate kiss. He finally managed to sputter, “That’s- That’s completely different!”

“How, exactly?” Lily teased, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms again. “Because if I recall correctly, you were a menace, Potter. A charming menace, but a menace nonetheless. Fred’s cut from the same cloth, and you turned out all right.”

James spluttered, gesturing wildly at you. “Because this is my daughter! She’s not supposed to fall for charmers like Fred Weasley! I can’t just let this happen! Where’s the fatherly dignity in that?”

“Oh, James,” Lily sighed, patting his shoulder with exaggerated pity. “I hate to break it to you, but you lost your ‘fatherly dignity’ the day you wore those matching Christmas jumpers with Sirius.”

“That was solidarity!” James barked, his ears reddening as he straightened his posture in a futile attempt at reclaiming authority. “And anyway, this is different. I’m supposed to protect her! Shield her from the heartbreakers and mischief-makers of the world.”

“Fred’s not a heartbreaker, Dad,” you said, exasperated but amused. “He’s actually- dare I say- nice? And maybe even mature? A little bit?”

James looked like he might faint. “Mature?! You’re telling me Fred Weasley- the bloke who turned all the Quidditch goalposts into giant marshmallows- is mature?! What next? He’s taken up knitting?”

“Knitting would be a good look for him,” Lily quipped, clearly enjoying herself. “Very soothing hobby. He could knit you a jumper, James, to match that dignity you’ve misplaced.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the visual, and James threw his hands up, pacing the kitchen again. “I can’t believe this. I’m being outnumbered in my own home.”

“It’s called democracy- like the Americans,” Lily said, smirking as she leaned against the counter. “And right now, you’re the losing party.”

James stopped pacing to glare at her. “Fred acts like a damned American..” He mumbled before he raised his voice. “This is treason. Pure, unadulterated treason.”

“James,” Lily replied patiently, though her lips twitched with amusement. “You’ll survive.”

At that moment, Harry wandered into the kitchen, his face set in curious confusion as he surveyed the scene. He held a plate of leftover treacle tart, chewing leisurely. “What’s with all the shouting, then?” He asked, his tone disinterested but his eyes sparkling with intrigue.

James immediately pounced, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Your sister has decided to go on a date with Fred Weasley, Harry! Fred Weasley! What do you have to say about that?”

Harry blinked at him, clearly trying to piece together the situation. Then his gaze slid to you, and his smirk grew as he swallowed a bite of tart. “Fred, huh?” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Nice. Bold choice. Never a dull moment with a Weasley.”

“Bold-? Harry!” James looked genuinely wounded. “This is a betrayal! Your own sister-"

“Is an adult,” Harry interrupted, shrugging. “And you’re acting like she’s run off to marry Voldemort’s ghost.”

“Don’t give him ideas,” you muttered under your breath, earning a snort from Harry.

“Not helping, Harry!” James barked, looking thoroughly frazzled now. He pointed at you again. “Fine! Go on your date! But I’m watching him. One toe out of line, and-”

“And what?” you challenged, grinning now as Lily watched on, clearly entertained. “You’ll duel him? Turn him into a marshmallow like his Quidditch goalposts?”

James opened his mouth, floundering for a retort, but Lily stepped in, tugging him gently away from the center of the chaos. “Come on, love,” she cooed soothingly. “Why don’t we sit down, have a cuppa, and let the kids handle their own lives for once?”

James sighed, finally deflating. “Fine,” he grumbled, shooting you one last suspicious look. “But mark my words- an eye for an eye! Harry, date his younger sister!”

Harry froze, the bite of treacle tart halfway to his mouth as the words sunk in. His eyes darted between you, Lily, and James, clearly trying to figure out if this was his moment to fess up or quietly Disapparate.

“What?” James demanded, noticing Harry’s hesitation. “What’s with that face? Don’t tell me you’ve already thought about it!”

Lily covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. You, on the other hand, burst out laughing immediately, doubling over as the image of James putting two and two together hit you.

“Why are you laughing?” James barked, looking between the two of you like he was missing the punchline to a joke everyone else got. “What’s so funny? Harry, explain yourself!”

Harry, clearly seeing no way out, sighed and placed his plate of treacle tart on the counter. “Dad,” he started, bracing himself, “I’m already dating Ginny.”

James froze. Completely, utterly froze. His jaw hung slack, his hands hovering mid-air like a malfunctioning automaton.

“You’re what?” He whispered, his voice teetering on the edge of shock and betrayal.

You howled with laughter, tears forming in your eyes. “Oh, Merlin, this is priceless!” You gasped. “Dad, your face- your face!"

“James, breathe,” Lily advised through her own laughter, leaning against the counter for support. “You’re going to give yourself a stroke.”

James finally snapped out of his trance, his eyes narrowing into sharp points of indignation. “Ginny?! Ginny Weasley?! First her with Fred, and now you- how long has this been going on?”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to make himself look smaller. “A while.”

“A while?" James repeated, his voice cracking. “Define ‘a while.’ A few days? Weeks?”

Harry hesitated. “Since... fifth year?”

“Fifth year?!" James bellowed, looking like he might explode. “That’s years! Years, Harry! And you didn’t think to tell me?!”

“What was I supposed to say?” Harry shot back, clearly frustrated now. “‘Hey, Dad, by the way, I’m snogging Ron’s little sister’? That would’ve gone over well.”

“Well, it’s certainly better than me finding out like this!” James cried, gesturing wildly at nothing in particular. “My own son! Betraying me! I raised you better than this, Harry!”

Lily wiped her eyes, still chuckling. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, James. They’re clearly happy, and Ginny’s a wonderful girl. You love her.”

“That’s not the point, Lily!” James snapped, his hands flying to his hair. “It’s- this is-!Fred! Ginny! My children and their Weasleys! What’s next? Ron’s going to marry into the family, too?”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Well... technically, Hermione-"

“No! They got her too!?" James cut him off, throwing his hands in the air. “Don’t even tell me! I won’t survive it! This is it- this is how I go. Betrayed by my own family and buried in a sea of Weasleys.”

You leaned against the counter, wheezing with laughter. “Dad, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” James turned to you, his face a picture of righteous indignation. “You don’t understand. I fought a war for this family- for this! And now my legacy is going to be a house full of Weasleys!”

“Sounds cozy,” Lily teased, patting his arm. “You’ll come around, James. You always do.”

James groaned, sinking into a chair as if all the fight had been drained out of him. “Fine,” he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “Fine. Date your Weasleys. Marry them. Name your kids Fred and Ginny Jr. for all I care.”

You patted his shoulder, grinning. “Love you, Dad.”

He shot you a glare but muttered, “Love you, too. But don’t think for one second I’m not watching Fred like a hawk.”

“And Ginny?” Harry asked, daring to push his luck.

James pointed a warning finger at him. “You, young man, are on thin bloody ice."

Lily hushed James as she patted his back, leading him out of the kitchen. He continued to blabber on, muttering something along the lines of;

“Is this my fault?”

“Merlin, does Molly know?”

“Bloody redheads- OW!”

twilight peak season is coming

Happy Final Destination: Bloodlines release day! This family did not deserve to witness the horrors :D here's some textpost memes

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥

   One of the three untamed dragons that resided on Dragonstone, the Cannibal was given his name due to his eating habits. Feasting on dead, newborn and unhatched dragons, he was a wild and vicious beast. No trainer, dragon rider or dragon seed could tame the Cannibal, and all those who tried were devoured. 

   The Cannibal’s appearance was black in colour, with striking green eyes. He was the oldest and biggest of the wild dragons; Sheepstealer and Grey Ghost. Nearly the size of Vhagar, the Cannibal resembled a mix between Balerion, Drogon and Vermithor. All looking on the more traditional side of the dragon species. 

   Some history books say the Cannibal lived on Dragonstone long before the Targaryen’s settled there in 114 BC.

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