I’ll Take Care Of Her; James Potter X Baby Reader

Reblog and put in the tags your favorite platonic f/f duo. Can be friends, sisters, cousins, mother-and-daughter, frenemies, or something else! 

Duckie Universe

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this is the masterlist for the ‘Duckie’ universe! here you can follow Duckie’s journey!

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin!reader, eventual jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

Story

Chapter 1

mav has pulled the twins papers. bradley is set out to prove something, while y/n takes it as an opportunity to do a reality check and see what other options she has

Chapter 2

when y/n and kendall go to visit bradley in california before he goes to flight school, they’ve got a big birthday surprise for him ;)

Chapter 3

one persons reckless decision turns duckie’s life upside down

Chapter 4

duckie has lost her love before their baby has even been born. but she isn’t alone. and she has a valentine’s day that she’ll never forget

Chapter 5

lil nick is now one! but it brings a lot of the feelings to the surface for duckie.

Chapter 6

duckie tries to start dating as the anniversary of kendall’s death reaches 3 years, but is she ready? and can bradley make her come to her senses about her latest boyfriend before it’s too late?

Chapter 7

it’s duckie and bradley’s birthday! you know what that means… she has kept her promise of no dating until her and brad were 26. and as she celebrates her birthday at the hard deck, she catches the green eyes of one blond aviator.

Chapter 8

jake has spent weeks trying to get to know nick and duckie, hoping to show her that he was willing to be there for both of them. duckie can see that and she wants to face her fears and dip her toe in the water. so during a morning at the beach that jake stumbled upon, she asks him to go to a farmer’s market with her

backstory

Last in the Flock

in the wake of carole’s diagnosis, bradley gets into an accident, duckie’s thoughts run wild and take over

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Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Abandoned:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Perfect Morning

Always and Forever

Request: His Human

Request: Holding On

Request: Love Fool!

Request: Klaus NSFW Alphabet

Request: Love Sick!

Gif source:  Finn

Imagine reuniting with Finn and your son when they arrive in New Orleans.

———  Request for anon  ———

It did not take long for you to learn of what you were. A vampire. The first of them, and, at first, you believed yourself to be alone. Cursed to a life without your family, your village— anything other than an insatiable thirst that forced ruin in your wake.

Then, after centuries, you heard whispers of others. Of a family, the Originals, they’d been called. Named on the tongue of vampires you had not sired, the thing of legends and myths. You collected just enough information to peak your interest— to give you hope.

But for the life of you, you could not catch up to them. As if each time you would find their location, they were forced from it just as suddenly by some unknown entity.

You had not expected New Orleans to be any different than it had been a century ago. You had expected to arrive, defeated, to the aftermath and the evidence of their presence— just enough to convince you of their existence, but not enough to keep them there. The ages had made you tired, to the brink of exhaustion, as you chased after them hopelessly, over and over again.

In the dead of night, you had not expected to see him, of all things, after all these tireless years. He had been reserved for your memories, a ghost in the depths of your mind that fueled your hope, but to see him now, finally, you can hardly believe it.

“Finn,” falls softly from your lips, carried along the faint tune of a saxophone playing deeper in the quarter, the cheers of tourists and laughter of locals fading in the night between you. He looked just as young as you, immortality adorning him in an eternal youth much like it had you. His hair is much shorter, cropped, a product of the times you found yourselves in. Nothing like how it had been when you’d fallen in love with him, back when the Vikings had roamed the earth.

His eyes, however, they showed the truth of him. Weary and wise, like they had seen it all— which, you’re quite certain they had, if your own life was any example to go by. They watch you, conflicted and disbelieving, as if he cannot fathom your appearance before him any more than you could of him.

In the blink of an eye, he’s before you, warm hand at your jaw, cupping familiarly as your name finds purchase on his tongue. It’s choked, as if holding back a shuddering sob, before his lips crash down against your own.

Your heart breaks, and picks up its own pieces to put itself back together, all at once. He was real. Not a figment of your imagination or an insanity born from hopeless need. Your hands grasp the polyester of his shirt, grasping him to you for the first time in forever, it felt like.

“How,” he chokes out, and you shake your head. That was a question for his mother, but you doubted even she knew, for she certainly would not have left you had she known.

“Our son,” you ask, but dare not hope for him. It had been centuries, and you had learned they were not so kind. How could a child grow in the death that had surrounded you?

“He,” he breaks, and for a moment your suspicions are confirmed. He must have died long ago. Finn clears his throat, a smile breaking against his lips as his forehead presses against your own, “He is not as you remember him. He walks in the body of a man, now. You’ve missed so much.”

“He’s alive?” there’s no hiding your happy sob, as your husband wipes tears from your cheeks.

“Yes,” he nods, “you should meet him.”

Subject X MASTER LIST

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

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Definitely Family

This is my next spot on my bingo board for @xxwritemeastoryxx blogiversary bingo writing challenge. This one was based off the quote "I believe the term you're searching for is... omg." And it is an Elijah x Daughter OC. I hope you enjoy! (P.s In my imagination the girl in the gif is his daughter, even though I know it's Hayley. So please just roll with it 😂)

A Miracle. That’s what my mom always called me. More specifically ‘her little Miracle.’ You see, I shouldn’t be alive. Not in the, hate my life or in the, the universe hates me, kind of way. But in the, my mom was a witch and my dad an original vampire, kind of way. Freaky huh? Well, most of the supernatural community would probably think so too. So we keep my existence a secret. From everyone. Including my father.

The Noble Suit wearing Original Vampire Elijah Mikaelson. Yup, that’s me. Miracle child of an original vampire who doesn’t know I exist. But I guess that sort of brings us to where we are now. You see… my mother passed about a month ago and I have no one else. I need family. I need my dad. So, I’m here in New Orleans hoping that he will believe and accept me. Family above all, right?

    Elijah was sitting in the courtyard alone, lost in his own thoughts. He could hear his younger brother speaking gently to young Hope in her room. Elijah longed for that. For a child to call him father. A dream he knew would never be real. He took a lengthy sip of his burbon. He would just be content with being an Uncle to Hope. This was more than he ever thought possible. It was more than enough. 

    Footsteps broke Elijah from his thoughts. The unfamiliar patter accompanied by a new scent had him on edge already. But when a young woman entered the courtyard, no older than 17, with brown hair the same shade as his own and blue/green eyes he swore he had seen before, something in Elijah’s gut told him this girl meant no harm. Still he held a defensive stance though, slightly, less frightening. The teen gathered her courage and spoke in a timid yet somehow familiar voice,

 “Hello. My name is Miracle. You knew my mother Cora.” 

Recognition flashed in Elijah’s eyes as all the fight drained from him. He saw it now. Her cheeks, her nose… her eyes. They were all Cora. How he hadn’t seen it before this baffled him. Although, he hadn’t seen Cora in at least 80 years. How then, was her daughter so young? Before Elijah could open his mouth to ask any of the questions that began to swim around in his mind she spoke again. 

    “You’re probably wondering how I’m so young. And also why I’m here…” 

Of course the thought had crossed his mind. 

“Well, sadly my mother passed about a month ago.” 

Elijah finally spoke, 

“I’m so sorry. Your mother was a good woman. I’m sorry she is gone.” 

The young girl, Miracle, wiped away a few tears. 

“Thank you. She was all I had. Now that she’s gone, I’m looking for my father.”

Elijah was even more confused. Of course this girl would seek family, but why was she here?

    “My mother only ever told me two things about my father. The first was that he was an original vampire. She said they were in love and she wanted to give him a child knowing that they could have a happy family together. So she was able to do a spell and conceive a child, me. However, before my mother could surprise him, he had to run. To flee his father, my grandfather. She never saw him again.”

Elijah was in shock. He never knew of Cora’s plan.

“What…,” he cleared his throat, “what was the second thing your mother told you?”

Miracle had been looking at her feet but at that moment she raised her head to meet his eyes.

    “That his name is Elijah Mikaelson.”

Elijah felt as if all of the air had left his lungs. He stood staring at this girl in front of him, his daughter. She was fidgeting under his gaze. Finally she gathered the courage to speak up again.

    “I believe the term you’re searching for is omg…”

This finally broke Elijah out of his stare and he reached out, pulling his baby girl into the safety of his arms. Tears escaping both of their eyes. Elijah pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled.

    “You really are my daughter.”