NepetaCaptor

Francis Bonnefoy was badass, the definition and what many thought a badass would be. In fact, he was so powerful, he controlled most of the underworld’s dealings from extortion, blackmail, kidnapping, prostitution, and even drug trafficking. His papa, Gaul, was tough and made him tough. No one dared fuck with his Papa. Francis grew up to be a badass, had an empire of his own, and a wife. However, something changed, something major that he couldn’t take back. He had a son. He didn’t know HOW he got there, he didn’t know WHY, but it didn’t change the fact that he had a son and a single father. He wasn’t kid f

It was a rare occasion that (Y/N) was allowed beyond the walls of her parent's kingdom, and an even rarer occasion when she could decide what she would be doing in her brief time beyond those towering grey walls. So when her parents allowed her four days beyond the walls of Camelot as they spoke to the king, she eagerly jumped at the chance as she held no interest in meeting the royalty of the great civilization. Through her 19 years of living as a princess who craved to be a peasant, the girl had always found the same traits in royalty: greed, a craving for power, the need to manipulate, and the eagerness to slaughter.  Traits such as these

You woke with a start, gasping, and looked around in confusion before you realised what had happened. You'd fallen asleep in Harry's dorm room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were your best friends, but right now, you were in the middle of a disagreement. You and Harry believed that Voldemort had made Malfoy a Death Eater to replace his father, while Ron and Hermione did not. You had been helping Harry keep an eye on Malfoy using the Marauders' Map before you'd fallen asleep. Now, you saw that Malfoy was on the Astronomy Tower. Not wanting to wake anyone, you quietly slip out of the room dressed in your black tank top and red flannel pyjama pants.

You stood straight, tall and proud as you stepped out of your changing room to the resounding cheer of your fellow students seated around the Quidditch pitch. As Ravenclaw's new Quidditch team captain, you were determined to prove yourself. You were one of the best Chasers in all four teams and today, you were determined to play better than you ever had before. The weather was excellent- it was a bright, sunny day and there was a slight breeze. Perfect playing conditions. With Harry Potter out of the action, and Ginny Weasley substituting for him, you were certain you could win. This was your first match as captain, and you were slightly nerv

Yeah, okay, this one has swearing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ************ You were fast asleep, dreaming about marshmallows and easter bunnies and Quidditch when you were jolted awake by the very loud, girlish squeal of Lavender Brown. "WHAT?" You yelled, grumpy about being awoken. You sit up and shake your head groggily. You stretch out your legs, making the pile of presents on your bed fall onto the floor. "Fuck." You say, bending over to pick them up. You are extremely annoyed and rather pissed at Lavender's incessant squealing when it hits you- ITS CHRISTMAS!! You quickly begin unwrapping your presents. A new broomstick from your family, a

The rain is still pouring down heavily, even though it’s been raining all morning. You groan in frustration. You have Quidditch practice and you HATE the rain. Of course, your captain didn't care. Quidditch matches take place in all weather conditions, and therefore, so do practices. You were the only female Beater on all of the four Quidditch teams, and you were determined to be the best. So you never missed a single practice session. You grabbed your broom and kit and headed downstairs.     At least practice meant you could hang out with Cedric, your team's Seeker, and the guy you had a major crush on. He'd broken up with his girlfri

You huffed as you finished typing up a police report, before taking a sip from your coffee that was already cold. Of course, you’d dump it and go make it fresh and hot, but that would mean crossing paths with Gavin and him making your life even more of a living hell. You were especially annoyed with him considering how he bullied Connor earlier, even when he got him coffee as he demanded. If it was you there instead, you’ll be sure to splash the drink all over that bastard’s face. That would cost you your job, though, and possibly your life, so you just did what you could to avoid any interactions with him, unless it was to

You sighed, lazily gazing around the ballroom as your mother dragged you to yet another potential suitor. Your family had been invited to the Washington's Winter Ball, so your mother jumped at the opportunity to find you a suitor, using the excuse 'You're eighteen, Y/n. Most women your age are already courting or engaged.' You scoffed at this. You knew your mother couldn't care less if you were happy with your partner, as long as he had money. Your father had argued with her, and they had finally agreed that if you couldn't find someone within the month, that she could find you someone to marry. Said month was almost up. "-es Lee, and what i