GoT, Peter Pan, The Vampire Diaries, Klaroline, occasional Harry Potter. All the horror movies! A blog for fanfiction, fashion, story requests, feminism, but mostly just shameless fangirling and unapologetic shipping. Fic and drabble and smut requests are always open!
It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:
n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.
well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it.
No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.
Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.
The Cold Wolf - Lucius Malfoy x OC Durmstrang / Veela / Baba Yaga witch fic.
Most Recent Chapter!
The Cold Wolf Chapter 24 - fanfiction.net
The Cold Wolf Chapter 24 - A03
Chapter 24 previews below:
Preview:
It was the first time they had stood this close, essentially alone, without the buffer of a dozen Aurors or the formal distance of a courtroom since she’d last been trapped in his home... In the silence between them, the sound of the fountain’s falling water felt as heavy as the silence in the drawing room at Malfoy Manor.
Hermione felt the ghost of the cold marble floor against her skin. She saw the flash of the chandelier. For a second, the bustling Atrium vanished, replaced by the memory of the man standing over her while his sister-in-law held a knife to her throat.
Lucius saw it. He watched the way Granger’s pulse jumped in her neck, and for a fleeting moment, a strange sensation settled in his chest that he did not have a name for. He remembered the screams. He remembered the way he had stood by, paralyzed by his own choices, watching a girl who was clearly a genius be broken in his home. He looked at her now and saw a woman who had helped dismantle the world he’d built and, on a level he’d never admit to, he felt a flicker of respect for the sheer force of her will. He didn't trust her, and he certainly didn't like her, but he couldn't look at her without seeing the enormity of what she had survived in his house.
"Vassa, you’re here," Hermione said, her voice fast and bright, though it carried a slight tremor she couldn't entirely hide. "We’ve so much to do. Minerva’s serious about this. She’s looking for someone who can offer a real perspective on international defense."
Lucius stepped forward, his presence a dark wall between his wife and the younger witch.
He didn't just stand near Vassa; he controlled the air around her. It was very peculiar, given that Vassa usually controlled the air around everyone else. He moved with confidence, his hand sliding to the side of Vassa’s neck, his thumb resting just under her jawline. It was a public mark of possession, a display of affection that felt entirely too intimate for the setting. Men didn’t just go around grabbing their wives’ throats in public unless they were seriously disturbed.
"Miss Granger," Lucius said. His voice was steady and carried that same note of disdain it always did that made Hermione’s skin crawl. "I trust you are aware of the implications of what you are attempting."
Hermione looked at him, her chin lifting. "I’m aware of the benefits, Mr. Malfoy. For the school and for Vassa. There’s a lot of work to be done if we’re going to get Hogwarts back to where it should be."
"It is quite a feat," Lucius said, his fingers trailing ever-so-slowly down Vassa’s throat to rest at her collarbone. He looked at Hermione with a cold, unblinking gaze. "To spend your mornings trying to steal away a man’s new bride and hide her in a castle. Almost like a fairy tale. One might think you are trying to finish what the war started."
The comment made Hermione’s stomach turn and not just from the comment about the war. The word bride felt thick and oily coming from him, a reminder of the domestic reality she was currently trying to negotiate. She looked at Vassa, who seemed entirely unbothered by the display, leaning into the pressure of her husband’s hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Vassa is a perfect candidate for Hogwarts," Hermione said, very aware that Vassa had not had a moment to speak for herself yet, and her voice turned firm. "And she is more than capable of deciding where her magic is best used."
Story Summary: Lucius is a man of ruins and debts. To save what remains of his house after Narcissa dies less than a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, he calls in a specific Eastern debt owed, one rooted in the fallout of the Dyatlov Pass incident. Yetis might be involved. International cover-up. One of the biggest scandals in magical history. Messy business. Very, oh, those Russians.
Vasilisa Voronina is a Durmstrang alumna, descendant of the Baba Yaga, and half sea-Veela of the Arctic deep. She's a beautiful woman from an ancient family with high social standing and flexible morals... they also have no money to make good on their debt.
Their marriage of convenience quickly develops into something more and the post-war world rebuilds. From the leering curiosity of Horace Slughorn to the wary gaze of the Golden Trio, the new Lady Malfoy is a mystery no one can solve. Least of all Draco, who flees the fallout to navigate the Slavic wild.
Rating: M for smut including this chapter.
Looking for more info on the Dracul-Tepes and other Slavic wizarding families of the East? Check out my 6 part post guide that starts HERE.
The Cold Wolf Chapter 24 - fanfiction.net
The Cold Wolf Chapter 24 - A03
(Note about the Draco x Astoria aspect of the fic: This IS a Drastoria fic too but that relationship is beyond slow-burn since Lucius x OC is the main focus; as of chapter 24 they have not even properly met in the story yet but... we'll get there!)
as a welsh person i want you all to accept that W is a vowel because honestly it makes pronouncing acronyms so much easier. wlw becomes ‘ooloo’, wjec becomes ‘oojeck’, love yourselves and stop giving us shit when we tell you welsh has 7 vowels. english actually has 15 vowel sounds but because y’all only use 5 letters you have to rely on a spelling system devised by satan
“ #okay but can any of y'all even pronounce your own town names tho? #bye”
yeah, we can actually because the spelling is phonetic. meanwhile english folks have placenames like bicester or keighley or beaulieu, which you have to learn the pronunciation for individually because the rules are so inconsistent. i mean people can’t even agree how to pronounce marylebone but sure welsh place names are the weird ones
“#But are you aware your language literally looks like a potato rolled across a keyboard”
fun fact: for decades children were beaten for speaking welsh in school, even in areas where english was barely spoken, because the government decided in 1847 that the language made people lazy and immoral
fun fact: welsh orthography is actually easy to read if you take your head out of your arse for one minute and learn our alphabet - just like french, or spanish, or korean, because surprise! languages use different spelling systems that are not based on english. novel, i know - and in the 18th century, travelling schools were able to teach people to read and write welsh in a matter of months, so that wales enjoyed a literate majority, a rare thing in europe at the time
fun fact: the english have been taking the piss out of welsh for years, just like they’ve been doing for irish, and scots gaelic, and cornish, and british sign language, and a hundred and one other languages, because evidently the fact that the whole world isn’t anglophone and monocultured and Still Part Of The Empire is a problem, and something that needs to be corrected
I hate that when you’re stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize you’re already stressed and don’t need that and start functioning better actually
one of my patients came in for an emergency visit, because she snapped the wire on her retainer watching the movie when MBJ took his shirt off she clenched her teeth so fucking hard she snapped it. that is the fucking funniest shit ever to me this tiny 17 year old girl thirsting so goddamn hard she busted steel
Hi there. I was wondering if you could send me the most recent GIF of Colonel Tavington, where he looks defeated and sighs, please. I saw it on the Tavington Appreciation page. Thank you.
It was very clear that Klaus was not comfortable. Every time the grey characters shifted along his jaw, a tiny, involuntary twitch would pull at the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkening with internal resistance as he attempted to keep his mind shut against the entity lurking.
Caroline didn't say anything at first. She just kept her strokes long, smooth, and soothing, rubbing her palms up and down the uncorrupted meat of his shoulder, trying to use her own body heat to counteract the dead, river-ice cold that was radiating from the black veins.
“It’s getting thicker,” she whispered, her thumb tracing the edge of a grey loop just above his collarbone. “Klaus, the text... it’s moving toward your chest. It looks like it’s trying to spell something else.”
Klaus didn't look down at his arm. He stayed directly in front of her, his large frame blocking her completely from the rest of the tunnel, his breathing deep and disciplined, holding no trace of his previous physical panic. But as her fingers reached his shoulder, trailing just above the hard curve of his pectoral muscle where his shirt was torn through, his restraint didn't just slip — it snapped.
With a sudden, heavy rush of supernatural speed that didn't hold a single drop of the entity’s cold scent of lilies, Klaus caught her by the waist and hauled her directly into his lap. His hands wrapped behind her head, his fingers tangling through her damp, salt-crusted blonde hair with an urgency that stole her breath before she could let out a single word of protest.
He kissed her.
It wasn't the careful kiss of a man who was worrying about anything right now. It was a bruising, ravenous display of pure delight. His mouth opened against hers with a starved desperation that had been building since he’d first smelled her perfume on the carpets in her hotel suite. He rolled through her until she felt entirely consumed by him, his chest pressing hard into her breasts, his body heat pouring into her skin until the cold of the cave vanished completely.
The environment of the mine wasn't helping. The deep, heavy dark, the hypnotic pulsing in the stone — it was an atmosphere engineered to make lovers forget the world outside their own bodies. It was exactly what the Mother of Shadows needed to regain some strength. The moment their lips locked, the air between their faces thickened, turning hot, heavy, and weaponized with a wave of raw, physical desire that throbbed straight through Caroline’s core. She surged up into him, her fingers digging into his back, her fangs scraping his lower lip as she forgot about the boat, forgot about the rules.
“Look, you two gotta cool it,” Bonnie’s voice pierced the dark, sounding sharp, dry, and entirely unamused from five feet away.
Story summary: Two years after losing her mother and Elena, Bonnie and Caroline only have each other. When Caroline travels on Spring Break alone, she gets swept up in a fierce tempest and stuck for dead on a mysterious island with magical properties. As Bonnie's magic proves unable to locate her, it's up to Klaus Mikaelson to bring Caroline home. Klaroline, slightly AU, smut in later chapters.
Rating: M for one current chapter of smut and a few more on the way!
The Cold Wolf - Lucius Malfoy x OC Durmstrang / Veela / Baba Yaga witch fic.
Most Recent Chapter!
The Cold Wolf Chapter 23 - fanfiction.net
The Cold Wolf Chapter 23 - A03
Chapter 23 previews below:
Preview:
Draco squinted into the dark. Ahead, there was only a void, a rectangular patch of absolute blackness that seemed to swallow the light of the moon. As they moved forward, the sensation of the invitation — the heavy, blood-red parchment he had accepted back at the hotel — pulsed in his pocket. It felt like a bond, a magical contract that had already been signed and sealed the moment he stepped across the boundary.
The Dracul-Tepes were obsessed with formal invitations, a quirk Draco had initially dismissed as the same sort of pure-blood etiquette his father lived by. But here, everything was functional. To be invited was to be bound. The magic of the grounds was a predatory system; by accepting the invitation, Draco had unwittingly offered a fragment of his own agency in exchange for the family’s protection or, at the very least, their temporary hospitality. But if Rurik had accepted without hesitation, then it was almost certainly safe enough… he hoped.
"They are the masters of the Living Pulse," Yelena whispered, her hand brushing his in the dark. The memory of their kiss on the Koldun patio flickered in his mind, a brief spark of warmth in the oppressive gloom. "The Dracul-Tepes were once the kings of meat and blood. They don’t just rule; they consume."
As they neared the void, the house finally began to manifest. It was a staggering piece of architectural alchemy — an obsidian manor that appeared to be made of frozen smoke. It was Castelul de Oglinzi’s (the family’s true home in Transylvania) smaller, Moscow cousin, built from volcanic glass that didn't reflect the light but refracted it into a series of deceptive shadows.
Draco knew the legends. Every Pure-blood child in Europe heard the stories of Vlad III, even the Muggles were historically well acquainted, their version was just heavily abridged. Vlad had been the Sanguine Sovereign who had ruled Wallachia with a wand of blackthorn whose core purportedly flowed with the blood of the first vampire. In the Muggle world, he was a monster who impaled his enemies on wooden stakes. In the wizarding world, he was a pioneer of the most brutal form of stasis magic.
The "impalements" hadn't been mere executions. They were a massive, permanent stasis charm. Vlad didn't just kill the Ottoman wizards who invaded his lands; he had suspended them in a state of unending, conscious agony, their life force fixed to the ground by enchanted silver-and-wood spikes. These victims became living batteries, their suffering powering the blood-wards of his territory for centuries. It was a magic that turned the human body into a spiritual anchor, a physical and metaphysical imprisonment that the Dracul-Tepes had refined into an art form.
They weren’t allowed to do that anymore. Supposedly. But people were incredibly evasive and, somehow, simultaneously cavalier about things like that around here.
Story Summary: Lucius is a man of ruins and debts. To save what remains of his house after Narcissa dies less than a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, he calls in a specific Eastern debt owed, one rooted in the fallout of the Dyatlov Pass incident. Yetis might be involved. International cover-up. One of the biggest scandals in magical history. Messy business. Very, oh, those Russians.
Vasilisa Voronina is a Durmstrang alumna, descendant of the Baba Yaga, and half sea-Veela of the Arctic deep. She's a beautiful woman from an ancient family with high social standing and flexible morals... they also have no money to make good on their debt.
Their marriage of convenience quickly develops into something more and the post-war world rebuilds. From the leering curiosity of Horace Slughorn to the wary gaze of the Golden Trio, the new Lady Malfoy is a mystery no one can solve. Least of all Draco, who flees the fallout to navigate the Slavic wild.
Looking for more info on the Dracul-Tepes and other Slavic wizarding families of the East? Check out my 6 part post guide that starts HERE and specifically includes the Dracul-Tepes HERE.
The Cold Wolf Chapter 23 - fanfiction.net
The Cold Wolf Chapter 23 - A03
(Note about the Draco x Astoria aspect of the fic: This IS a Drastoria fic too but that relationship is beyond slow-burn since Lucius x OC is the main focus; as of chapter 23 they have not even properly met in the story yet but... we'll get there!)
Most recent update of Wrecked! We're in the home stretch! Chapter preview below the gifs.
Chapter 13 - Archive of Our Own, here.
Chapter 13 - fanfiction.net, here.
Story summary: Two years after losing her mother and Elena, Bonnie and Caroline only have each other. When Caroline travels on Spring Break alone, she gets swept up in a fierce tempest and stuck for dead on a mysterious island with magical properties. As Bonnie's magic proves unable to locate her, it's up to Klaus Mikaelson to bring Caroline home. Klaroline, slightly AU, smut in later chapters.
Preview:
Kol glanced up, his hair glued to his forehead with grey sweat, his eyes darting toward his brother with a sharp, feral vigilance that didn't hold a single drop of his usual laziness. “Niklaus looks like an old ink-pad, Forbes. If you're going to keep holding his hand like a schoolgirl at a parish dance, at least check what his pulse is doing.”
Ten feet away, Caroline was still kneeling in the dirt directly in front of Klaus, her fingers locked around his right wrist with a grip that would have crushed a human’s radius. She hadn't looked at the trees since the smoke vanished; her entire universe had contracted to the size of the hybrid’s face. She was running her thumb over the pale skin just below his thumb, tracing the dull, charcoal lines of the Baybayin script that had settled into his tendons like a permanent brand.
Klaus didn't move. He sat with his legs crossed in the ferns, his head heavy, his breathing deep and deliberate as he practiced the ancient, violent discipline of keeping his own trapdoors shut. Inside his chest, an uninvited presence was still there — a cold, dense stone that sat directly behind his heart and at the base of his skull, silent and waiting for the noise to clear.
“I am entirely operational, Kol,” Klaus rasped, his voice rough enough to tear cloth but perfectly, singularly his own. He didn't lift his head, but his fingers curled back around Caroline’s palm, a slow, heavy counter-pressure that anchored her directly to his chest. “Though I would appreciate it if you directed your medical expertise toward Miss Bennett rather than my aesthetics.”
“Your aesthetics are the least of my concerns, Nik, it’s the fact that those new terrible tattoos are clearly cursed,” Kol shot back, his mouth twisting into a quick, defensive smirk that didn't reach his eyes. He reached up, using the corner of his own shirt sleeve to wipe a trace of dried soot from Bonnie’s temple, his movements remarkably precise for a man who usually broke things just to see how they were made. “She’s burning from the inside out, if you must know. The entity didn't just walk through her; it left the muddy footprints of ten different dead centuries on her liver.”
Caroline wiped a smear of sand from her own chin with her free hand, her posture instantly clicking into that rigid, organizing stance that could have preceded a corporate restructuring or a bridal shower. The terror hadn't left her veins, but somehow her squabbling with Kol had provided a shelf for it.
“What if we just leave and get back on the boat now?” Caroline asked, her eyes moving from Klaus’s tattooed wrist to the narrow path that cut through the ferns toward the shore.
Kol let out a short, ugly laugh that made Bonnie wince against his ribs. “With an ancient blood curse running through Klaus’s veins? Yes, I bet that will go swimmingly. Speaking of, did you at any point try just swimming away from the island when you crash landed here, dear Caroline? Did that seem like a good idea at any point? No? Good, because that would have been ridiculous.”
