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The Queen Who Should Have Been and her Sea Snake

@greek-freak101

Header credit to @the-godparticle, Icon credit to @gimmepandora, reblog 18 + content, minors dni please, she/her, bisexual

Imagine being a new teacher who’s openly flirty with Barbara Howard.

It was the start of your second month teaching at Abbott and you greeted everyone in the staff room at lunch, giving a special little wave to Barbara. It was clear to everyone that your eyes were only on her. She smiled at you and you sat down at the open seat across from Janine.

“Come on, Barb, you can’t tell me that wasn’t flirting,” Melissa whispered to her best friend, though not quite quietly enough, as you heard every word.

“It was not,” Barb denied.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Melissa conceded, not wanting to have the same argument yet again. To Melissa, and almost everyone else, it was obvious you had the hots for Barb.

Melissa stopped you after lunch, the room having just cleared out. “Hey, newbie, you’re into Barb, right?”

“I—” you started to deny, but if you’d learned anything since being here, it was that you couldn’t get anything past Melissa. “Is it really that obvious?”

“To everyone but her. You want an in? You’re going to have to be a lot more direct.”

How They React To You Getting Hurt (American Horror Story Preference)

Constance Langdon: Constance’s immediate reaction is to start mothering you. She’ll check you over for injuries and tend to them, softly soothing you and then swearing she’ll give whoever hurt you a stern talking to.

Countess Elizabeth: She’ll dote on you, ask you if you’re okay and then ask what you want her to do about it. She’s perfectly okay with using violence. All you have to do is say the word.

Dandy Mott: Dandy will go full rage mode. He’ll snap and immediately want to kill the person who hurt you. There’s no way they’re getting away with that.

Elsa Mars: Elsa will demand to know who did this to you and set out to make an example of them to anyone else that dares even entertain the idea of causing harm to you.

Fiona Goode: Fiona won’t dote. She knows you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and settling your own problems, but she will offer her help if you really want to make them pay.

James Patrick March: There will be hell to pay if James catches the person who hurt you. He’s no stranger to torture and murder, so they better not cross paths with him.

Jude Martin: A punishment is in store for the person who dared to lay a finger on you. She’ll make sure that they don’t consider repeating their mistake.

Vivien Harmon: Comfort, that’s Vivien’s only concern. She needs to be sure you’re okay before anything else. She won’t let that person near you again.

Wilhemina Venable: After you’ve been hurt, expect Mina’s very watchful eye over you from then on. She’ll be your protector and hate herself for not having better fulfilled that role before you were injured.

How They’d Propose (Harry Potter Preference)

Barty Crouch Jr: Somewhere dark and beautiful, just the stars lighting the sky and casting a faint glow down to you. He’d pull out a modest ring, swear his loyalty to you and wait for your answer. You’d say yes as you leaned in to kiss him.

Bellatrix LeStrange: She’d write it in the sky using some spell, somewhere she knew you’d be, and big enough for everyone to see. When you looked up to see it, you’d yell out your answer of yes and she’d appear at your side in a heartbeat.

Draco Malfoy: In the gardens at Malfoy Manor. He’d take you for a walk out there, pretending it was like any other visit you’d made there with him and then pop the question in front of your favorite part of the garden, earning him a big smile and and immediate yes.

Lucius Malfoy: With a huge diamond, possibly even an enchanted one that played your best memories with him back to you like a movie. You’d be stunned into silence before uttering a quiet, awed, yes.

Minerva McGonagall: Quietly, at home, over tea during your shared reading time at the end of the day. It would seem so casual, so cozy, and you wouldn’t even miss a beat as you told her yes.

Molly Weasley: The ring would be hidden in your favorite dessert. She’d cook your favorite meal and be anxious for you to find it, almost giving away the surprise before you could. You’d get up and rush over to her, hugging her, kissing her cheek and telling her yes.

Narcissa Malfoy: She’d have the most beautiful set up, with just you and her sharing dinner at her home. She’d play some music after and dance with you, asking you to marry her when the song came to a close and you’d be shocked, but accept the moment your words came back to you.

Rita Skeeter: She’d propose with something flashy, something everyone in the vicinity would remember for a long time. Flash mob, glitter canon, something wild and ostentatious, and hopefully met with an exuberant yes.

Severus Snape: He’d propose on the anniversary of the day you met. He’d start revisiting memories of your relationship and make this beautiful speech about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you and you’d nearly be in tears when you said yes.

Sybill Trelawney: She’d spend an insane amount of time spelling out, “Will you marry me?” in tea leaves in your favorite cup for you to find and you’d smile so wide before running to find her and telling her yes.

For anon

Imagine Benoit catching you and Birdie kissing.

When Birdie pulled you aside, you let her lead you away from the others and to the room she was staying in. It was easy enough to fall for that radiant smile of hers and her effortless charm.

Of course, there was a lot going on in the infamous Glass Onion and you may have overlooked the need to shut the door, for about ten minutes later, you were interrupted by Benoit Blanc.

“Oh— ah, forgive me,” the detective began, raising an arm to shield his eyes. “The door was ajar. I just assumed. Still should have knocked.”

As he rambled on, not making things any less awkward, you and Birdie both turned to him, though she was reluctant to even let you pull away from her kiss. Finally, he left, shutting the door behind him and Birdie giggled.

“Was I that awful or something? He shielded his eyes,” you laughed along with her.

“You’re not that bad, trust me,” Birdie flirted. She winked at you and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “Now, where were we?”

For anon