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#only watching this awful show for barry...#literally jumped into season 2 and then skipped all the parts he wasnt in lmaooo#anyways PRIME content for me thank you#john having to leave and lily not wanting him to go so he has to comfort her#here for it HERE FOR IT!!!!!!!!#oc: lily price#otp: its you and me#*gifs#this took me too long gn now wow
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mine [rafe cameron]
pairing - rafe cameron x reader
summary - when reader goes to hang out with kiara and sarah, rafe gives her no choice as he tags along. he doesn’t trust kiara’s pogue friends around reader, and his protective side gets the best of him.
warnings - protective!rafe, fighting, violence, blood, cursing, talks of death, angst, hurt/comfort, lowkey unpacking rafe’s trauma 😭
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Tonight was the bonfire. An annual, summer bonfire that the pogues throw every year. Normally, kooks are never invited. But, Sarah and I are the only exceptions as Kiara’s best friends. Sarah has been integrated into their group even more so, now that she’s with John B.
But as for me, they still—even after almost ten years of being Kiara’s friend—hold distain toward me. It only got worse when I started dating the kook prince, Rafe Cameron.
John B, JJ, and Pope always have something to say about me and dating Rafe only added fuel to their fire.
I don’t care though. Kiara and Sarah are my best friends and these boys that make up this stupid kooks vs. pogues rivalry aren’t getting in the way of that.
I was excited for tonight, picking out my outfit as I stepped out of the steaming bathroom in my towel. That was until my boyfriend made an utterly insane suggestion.
“What time are we leaving?” Rafe asks nonchalantly as he steps into the room, flopping down onto my bed, and staring at the ceiling.
I pause, spinning around, holding a top in my hand, “We?” He props himself up on his elbows, furrowing his eyebrows at me.
“Yeah, we. What you think I’d just be unbothered by you hanging out with those pogues? It’s not like I’m going to stop you from going, that’s your choice, and I have no problems with Kiara. I know you’re best friends. It’s her pogue friends I don’t trust. I’m not gonna sit here on my ass while you’re at the bonfire with JJ fucking you with his eyes from across the beach.” He states, like it was plainly obvious.
I sigh, sitting down next to him on the bed. “Babe, I love you, but is it really the best idea for you to go? You hate them. I don’t want to start anything.”
“Oh, I won’t,” he assures. “Trust me, I’ll keep to myself, sitting next to you, drinking a beer, minding my business. As long as JJ doesn’t try anything.” He shrugs.
“What do you mean? JJ won’t do anything what’re you—“
“Every time we’re around Kiara, he’s there. And his eyes are on you. Or he says something rude to you. I don’t like it. Only I get to look at you like that, you’re my girl. If he so much as looks in your direction, I’ll make sure he knows you’re mine, that’s all.” Rafe explains, leaning down to slip his shoes on.
“Okay fine. But please, Rafe. I’m begging, don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want this night to be ruined, I just wanna hang out with my friends.” I say, nervous about how Rafe’s behavior easily gets out of hand, especially around JJ.
Rafe sits up, putting his hand on my thigh, and looking right in my eyes. “I know—I know I can get carried away sometimes. And I’m sorry, I just—I need to protect what’s mine, okay? They already took my sister from me, there’s no shot I’d ever let them take you from me too. I don’t trust they won’t hurt you, okay? I just need to be there. Just in case, okay?”
I press my lips together, “Okay. Just promise me, don’t start anything.”
He pauses, contemplating, “Unless he does?”
I roll my eyes, “Fine unless he does.”
Rafe smiles, satisfied, “Then, yes. I promise.” He places a kiss on my cheek.
I get up and walk back to the closet, throwing a pair of denim shorts on the bed and two tops, “Which top?” I turn around and look at Rafe.
He inspects both of them. One being a white tube top with pink lily flowers on it, the other being a crochet multi-colored tube top.
“Mhmm, the flower one.”
I smile at him, grabbing the outfit and changing. I slip on my adidas sambas and grab my purse. “Ready?” I ask him. He says nothing, just staring at me.
I step closer to him, waving my hand in front of his face. “Helloooo??” He just chuckles, pushing my hand down, his hands landing on my hips, and pulling me closer.
“Do we have to go?”
I smile, brushing my hands over his buzzed hair, “Yes, Rafe. C’mon, let’s go.”
He groans, resting his head on my stomach. He places small kisses along my stomach, “But if we stay here,” his hand slides back toward my ass. “I could entertain you.”
My cheeks turn pink as I almost give in, but shake back to reality. “No, c’mon. I promised Kie.” I pat my hand on his back as I step away. “Let’s go.”
He groans, standing and coming to my side. He grabs my hand and walks out the bedroom with me, “Fine.”
I chuckle and lean up, placing a kiss on his shoulder as we walk down the stairs. He opens the front door for me and we head to my drive away. He opens the door of his truck and buckles me in before rounding to the drivers side. My music automatically connects every time we get into his car and it always makes me smile.
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Rafe parks the car as we arrive at the beach, and I spot Kiara and all her friends by the shore, sitting around the fire while the beach is packed with everyone from the cut.
Rafe opens my door for me, grabbing my hand as I hop out of his truck. He shuts the door and rests his hands on my shoulders, looking out to the beach, and letting out a long sigh. “Oh, stop. It’ll be fine, okay, just try to have fun. For me?”
He rolls his eyes, playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with so I can have you back at Tannyhill tonight all to myself.”
I chuckle, grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down toward the beach. I go to the bonfire, where Kie sits with Sarah.
“Kie!”
She turns around, grinning. She gets up and runs over to me, embracing in a hug. “Oh my god,” she gushes, grabbing onto my shoulders. “It’s been forever.”
Her gaze moves to my right where Rafe stands, rigid and unmoving like some kind of guard dog. “And Rafe,” she grumbles.
“Hello to you too Kie,” He smiles condescendingly.
To try to lessen the tension, I turn to Rafe. “Could you go get me a drink, please?” I widen my eyes at him.
He sighs, nodding before walking off.
“Why is he here?” Sarah asks as I go to sit with her and Kie.
“Trust me, I thought it was a bad idea too, but there was no stopping him.” I shrug. “He won’t start anything, trust me.”
Rafe walks back over to us, handing me my drink. He looks over at Sarah, rolling his eyes. “The pogue princess.”
Sarah scoffs, “Oh shut up.”
Rafe opens his mouth to say something again, but when I shoot him a look, he groans but keeps his words to himself.
As the night goes on, Rafe does exactly as promised. I sit with Kie and Sarah, catching up. While Rafe sits beside me, holding one of my hands in his lap as he fidgets with my rings and bracelets, just counting the seconds till he could take me home.
“Well, y’know John B and I got.. married.”
I whip my head around, “What?! Oh my god?”
She chuckles, “Yeah.. kinda of spur of the moment type thing. Not much thought into it—I’m honestly not sure it’s actually legal either but, yeah.”
“Congra—“ I begin before getting cut off by the one person I was praying would not come over here tonight.
“Y/n, what a surprise.” JJ exclaims, walking over to where we were. “And Cameron. Of course,” he says sarcastically.
I feel Rafe tense next to me, his grip on my hand getting stronger. “Can’t say I’m thrilled to see you either, Maybank.”
“You’re the one on the cut. This is a pogue bonfire. Why the fuck are you even here? And with miss kook princess, over here?” JJ looks over at me, then back at Rafe.
“Rafe,” I warn, looking at him as his jaw clenches and he lets go of my hand.
Rafe stands, facing JJ. “I was willing to leave you alone, as long as you left her alone but clearly, that’s not possible for you.” Rafe pushes at JJ’s chest.
“Stop, Rafe.” Sarah shouts, standing and trying to push JJ away. When her attempts don’t work, she waves over John B.
“Rafe, let’s just go,” I stand, tugging at his hand.
“Yeah,” JJ agrees. “Listen to your bitch and go.”
“What the hell, JJ?” Kie stands, even her agreeing her best friend is being an asshole.
Rafe chuckles, his tongue poking at his cheek as he pulls his hand from my grasp, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. “The fuck did you just say?”
“I said take your bitch and go.” JJ spits.
Rafe pushes JJ down and he falls onto the sand, Rafe straddling him as he lands punch after punch. “You always gotta start shit,” Rafe says, blood coating his shirt and knuckles.
“JJ he’s not worth it!” John B shouts, finally making his way over. John B attempts to grab Rafe’s shoulders and pull him off but Rafe pushes John B, causing him to stumble back.
“Rafe, what the hell!” Sarah shouts, going to John B’s side.
I go to grab Rafe’s arm, causing him to stop punching JJ, not wanting to accidentally hurt me. When Rafe pauses, JJ takes the chance and flips Rafe over, landing a punch square to his jaw. “Y/n needs to come around without you sometimes. She’s pretty hot for a kook,” JJ chuckles.
At this, Rafe gets his strength and punches JJ in the jaw so hard, JJ falls off of Rafe, landing on his back in the sand. Kiara goes to JJ and I grab Rafe, trying to pull him away as fast as possible. Rafe shakes from my grip one last time and goes to stand over JJ.
“Stop! Let’s just go, c’mon!” I groan, everyone on the beach now circling the bonfire watching this unfold.
“Listen to her Rafe! Get out of here before the cops get here, just leave!” Sarah shouts, her brows furrowed in anger.
“Talk about her again, Maybank. You won’t live to see the next fucking day.” Rafe spits, standing up and walking over to me. He goes to grab my hand but I refuse, walking past him to the truck.
“Y/n!” He shouts, following after me. I lean against the passenger door, waiting for him.
He walks over, slumped over, feeling defeated even though he technically won the fight, he knows he made me upset. He stands in front of me, unlocking the truck with his keys and I turn around, getting in before he could open the door for me, and shutting it without a word.
When he rounds the car and gets in on the drivers side, I turn on the overhead light and grab his jaw, inspecting his face.
His lips is busted open, a bruise already forming around his cheekbone. Blood splattered across his cheek, neck, and shirt. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “But I couldn’t stand there while he said that shit about you.”
“You could’ve let it go and we could’ve just left. I just wanted a normal night to hang out with Kie and now they just have more reason to hate you. And you’re hurt.” I sigh, my thumb gently brushing along his cheekbone.
“No, I couldn’t have. You can be mad at me forever, I don’t care—I’ll always defend you. Even if that means you hate me. I’ll always protect you.” He replies, putting his keys in the engine and starting the car.
I sigh, and lean back, looking out the window. There’s nothing more I could say. When Rafe had his mind set on something, you couldn’t change it. Especially when it came to protecting the people he loved. He’s a naturally protective and territorial person. Nothing can get through his mind when he’s in that violent state, just wanting to protect the people he loves.
After a very silent ride, we arrive back at Tannyhill. Rafe parks in the driveway, pausing before getting out. “Do you want to be here? I can take you home if you don’t want to be around me, I understand—“
“What?” I ask, turning to face him.
“You’re upset. I went too far. I figured you didn’t want to be with me right now.”
“No, Rafe, no,” I sigh, my hand coming to rest on his thigh. “I’m upset at everything that happened but, I’m not mad at you. I think there might’ve been a better way to handle it, but I’m not mad. Let’s just go inside okay? And talk?”
Rafe nods, stepping out of the car and coming to my side, opening the door. My hand finds his as he helps me out and we make our way to the front door.
Quietly, he opens the door to the very empty, quiet, home. Ever since Ward died, I stay over at Rafe’s almost every night. Rafe said he feels lonely at home. Even though Rose and Wheezie still live there, it’s not the same. And tonight, Rose was away on the mainland and Wheezie was staying over at a friend’s house.
Rafe guides me up the stairs, the stairs I’ve walked up countless times. To the familiar route of his room, but I pull him off into the bathroom next to his room.
“What’re you—“
“Shh,” I shush him, patting the counter, indicating him to sit. He sighs, but follows, sitting on the counter patiently.
I reach into the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit. I grab a wipe, taking away the excess blood so I can clearly see where he’s hurt. I treat his busted lip, Rafe flinching as I put disinfectant on his lips.
“Is it because of your mom?” I ask softly.
He stiffens, and asks, “What do you mean?”
He knows what I mean.
“The overprotectiveness. Is it because of what happened to your mom?” I question.
He sighs, shrugging. “Sort of, I guess. When I was younger I felt like her death was my fault. Ever since then I’ve always wanted to protect what’s mine, everyone close to me. But, it got so.. intensified when we got together. I never protected anyone as strongly as I do with you.”
I nod, staying silent as I inspect his hands. I didn’t speak because, I had a feeling he wasn’t done. Like he had so much more to say. He’s not very good at expressing his emotions. So when he does, I try to give him all the room to vent.
“Does it bother you? Or scare you? I don’t mean to. I just can’t help it. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to defend you. Just like I couldn’t defend my mom, I guess.”
I press my lips together, grabbing the wrap from the kit. “It doesn’t scare me in the way you think. I just don’t want you to go too far one day and do something you’ll regret. Or hurt yourself beyond repair. That’s what scares me.”
He doesn’t say anything, watching silently as I wrap his bruises knuckles. “I just hate him. All of them. They took everything from me. I won’t let them take you. I hate the way they look at you. The way he looks at you. The things they say.” His jaw clenches just thinking about it.
“They don’t know you. They don’t understand how truly selfless and kind you are. They don’t know shit. I hate the way they talk about you. Some friend Kiara is for not fucking defending you either—“ His voice begins to raise.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” I sigh, finishing bandaging his hand. “Look let’s just go to bed, okay? It’s been a long night.” I pat his knee and move from between his legs. He slips off the counter and I gently put my hand in his.
He follows me like a lost puppy to his own bedroom.
His room is the polar opposite of mine and it always makes me smile. When he’s in my room, seeing him curled up on my fluffy pink bed, and me in his cold, plain room in my frilly pink pajamas I keep in his dresser. Rafe goes in his closet and finds some clothes to change into while I change into pajamas from my designated drawer in his room.
I sit on his bed as I wait for him, closing my eyes. I hear his footsteps and look over at him, he’s shirtless, in only some basketball shorts. He flicks off his bedside light and gets under the covers.
I scoot closer, resting my head in the crook of his neck. His hand runs gently, up and down my back, the room falling quiet with just our breathing.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better,” He confesses, causing my heart to shatter into a million pieces.
I sigh, looking up at him. I place a kiss on his jaw, smiling into his neck. “It’s okay. I understand now why you do it. You just need to talk to me, yeah? But maybe just try to not beat people up so terribly.” I chuckle, pointing at his bruises.
“Hey, you should see the other guy,” He jokes, grinning down at me.
I smile softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Goodnight.”
Rafe smiles, his fingers brushing through my hair. “Goodnight, pretty girl.”
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Fools in love
Remus Lupin x reader
Words: 1,8k words
Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other
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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle”
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Rain beats hard against the windows of the Gryffindor common room. The fire near me crackles, and the pieces of wood seem to break like bone after a very hard punch, as my heart probably had a few hours ago.
I've spent a lot of time by the fire, but even so, I can't shake the cold that got into my bones, in the rush in the rain I made to get back to the castle, after waiting for more than two hours for a Ravenclaw boy who asked me out, outside the Mielandia.
I still remember the feeling of the cold wind against my cheeks wet with hot tears. My sweater was now dumped on the sofa, soaked with rain, and dripping rhythmically on the floor, mesmerizing me.
The fire dances before my eyes, and I can't help but feel like two people hugged tightly, dancing to music of their own created by their love.
A little bit I feel stupid in feeling so bad, for a guy who basically I don't even like since I've actually been in love with one of my best friends for what seems like ages now, but I think the thing that has hurt me most of all is not being able to be loved even by this mysterious guy whose name I honestly can't even remember.
For hours now I've been asking myself if I'm really worth loving? Why should people fall in love with me? Am I worthy of someone's love? If I can't even date a guy I don't like, how could I ever date the one I consider the love of my life? And why the hell does Remus John Lupin have to be so perfect?
I spend what seems like days sitting there staring into the fire. I hear people passing by, coming in and out of the dorms, some stop and look at me with compassion, trying to somehow share my pain, while others whisper hypotheses and theories about why I am in that situation. I, however, remain impassive, like a marble statue, the only emotion I allow to shine through are the tears I cannot stop.
It is still a long time before I can glance at the clock without seeing it fogged up by my crying.
Midnight.
I close my eyes and pray for any otherworldly entity to erase my memory of this rainy early October day, when my thoughts are interrupted by a warm hand resting on my shoulder. I turn slightly and my breath catches in my throat for a moment, for fear that the object of my thoughts will see itself reflected in my eyes and be able to read into me, into my soul.
"Lily told me you've been stationary here for more than four hours. I had to practically make a deal with the devil to get Poppy to let me leave early to come to you, luckily yesterday wasn't too bad." He says quietly as he sits down next to me, the famous Remus Lupin, every Hogwarts girl's dream, looking at me softly. Shit, I think to myself, there was a full moon yesterday that's why I didn't see him all day. I hadn't worried about it too much actually before I went to the appointment, too caught up in the anxiety of this meeting, but now I realize what a shitty friend I've been to him. I look at him and see his face battered by sleep and exhaustion, while only a few new scratches or scars adorn his face. My eyes land on his, and selling his worried look I can't help but feel guilty and go back to crying. After a few seconds, I realize that I am not only crying out of guilt, but also out of the realization that he, the boy I love more than my own life, will never see me in the same way that I see him but only as a friend to be taken care of.
His warm hands brush my shoulders and I immediately shiver at that contact. His gaze grows even more concerned and he immediately decides to take off his heavy sweater, one of his favorites that his mother made him last year after his had all grown small when he grew up all of a sudden during the summer. As he takes off the sweater, with his arms still above his head and this one still covered by the garment, his T-shirt, which he wore underneath, rises slightly so that his athletic body covered in scratches can be seen. I feel my cheeks turn red as I look at him, but I am quickly distracted by my friend handing me his sweater.
"Take my sweater, I love you and I don't want you to turn into a popsicle," he says, fixing his hair. His words strike me more pain than a bullet, but I hide my distress behind a bitter smile, and put on his sweater. Immediately I am hit by his scent: chocolate, cinnamon, ink mixed with book pages and cigarettes. I thank him in a thin voice, before returning to silence.
"I guess I understand that the date didn't go very well." He says after a few minutes, trying to figure out if I felt like talking about it, watching me carefully as I played with my sleeves.
"Actually, there wasn't even a date." I reply, chuckling bitterly.
"What do you mean?" He retorts confused, as he moves closer to me, to study me better.
"Well he never showed up. I stood like a moron in front of the place where he told me to meet for a couple of hours, even caught some rain, then when I realized that I was merely making a fool of myself I came running back here, and I haven't moved from here since." I explain quickly, not wanting to cry again.
I see the anger mounting in his eyes as he takes one of my hands between his and brings it to his mouth.
"If anyone has made a fool of himself it's him, honey. He's a fool if he missed an opportunity like this. You deserve so much better, the best person the world has to offer." He says in a whisper as he holds me in his arms, doing nothing but twisting the knife in the wound making me bleed more and more.
After a while he breaks away from that grip and takes something out of his pants pocket, which I discover is a piece of chocolate, and hands it to me.
"Eat, you'll feel better." He tells me, but I shake my head.
"I don't feel like eating, Remmy." I try calling him by his nickname, hoping to soften him, knowing that when he puts his mind to something, it's hard to change his mind.
"Honey, I won't take no for an answer. I care about you, like a sister, and I don't want to not only see you suffer for that moron but also starve to death." He continues, pulling my face up, resting one of his fingers under my face.
I don't know why I feel something breaking inside, as if a pitcher full of water has decided to pour in, and I no longer have control over my words.
"That's exactly my problem Remmy. I'm not crying, sitting here for over four hours for a guy whose name I can't even remember, I'm feeling like I'm dying inside because what happened made me realize that the only guy I've ever really loved in my life will never look at me, if he's not even interested in me even a person who's not even worth a hole in his sock. I've been sitting here for hours crying because I'm afraid that I'm not worthy of being loved, because I'm afraid that I'll have to live with these damn feelings, because I'm afraid that I'll see this boy grow up and fall in love with someone else while I'll still be here, and he'll continue to see me as just a sister, and he just happens to have reminded me of that fact himself just a little while ago." At my last words I see his eyes light up, having realized who I was talking about, after being dark and dull throughout my entire speech. "And now if you don't mind, after screwing up our friendship, I'm going to bed." And I try to get up, but I don't make it in time because a hand encircles my wrist and Remus draws me toward him forcefully, in contrast to his delicate lips brushing against mine. It takes me a few seconds to return the kiss, unsure of what this moment might change between us, before I let myself go completely to him. I bring my hands behind his head, and run my fingers through his hair, while his hands go around my hips to take me on his lap, as we continue to kiss, as if we were suffocating and that was our oxygen.
"I love you, I love you, I've loved you for what seems like forever, and I'm just a coward for not telling you sooner." He says pulling away slightly, so he can breathe before giving me another full kiss. Then he starts giggling, and I look at him shocked, before I start laughing too. We laugh until our stomachs hurt and tears furrow our faces. Remus stands up, picks me up and lays me down on the couch in front of the fire, then lies down next to me.
"We are two idiots." I say, chuckling some more. "We are so stupidly in love that we didn't realize each other's feelings."
"We're all idiots in love, honey." Remus replies, kissing my forehead. "Sirius will never get tired of holding it against me that he was right." He says giggling and hiding his face in the crook of my neck.
"Not even Lily." I chuckle in response as well, before I feel that being held tightly in her arms, sleep is slowly taking over my senses.
"By the way, you look very good in my sweater, honey." Those are the last words I hear before I fall completely asleep.
At that moment, however, neither of us knows yet that our friends will never let us forget the fact that they found us the next morning cuddled on the couch in the Common Room, in front of the fire, and I was wearing the sweater of what would become my husband and the father of my children, to whom Sirius would tell this story and how their parents fell in love and how he and Aunt Lily were right.
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Mafia Price
Have I ever played cod mw before? No. Will I still write for the fandom? Yes, yes I will.
You were only meant to be his daughter's nanny. But it turned out to be so much more then that.
He told you the very night you took the job that he was dangerous but you never believed him. He was so kind to you, so attentive and thoughtful. How could he ever dream of hurting anybody?
After a few weeks of working, you finally saw it. You'd just put Lily to sleep and planned on sitting down and catching up on tv before mr Price came back. However, you were interrupted by the bloodied man stood in the living room.
Once he caught sight of you, his eyes softened. Cleaning the dried blood off his hands, he stepped closer to you, cupping your face.
On impulse, you stepped back. He seemed visibly hurt by your reaction. He never wanted you to be scared of him.
Instead he held his hand out. "Come sit, Doll"
Upon taking it, he led you to the sofa. Still holding your hand, he faced you.
"I told you I was dangerous, love. There's people out there who want me dead, to hurt the people I love to make me suffer. I can't let you go home alone anymore."
You were confused. "I'm sure you could find someone else to nanny Lily if I die. She's still young after all."
He looked deep into your eyes with nothing but adoration.
"Darling, it's not just Lily. I couldn't lose you."
His confession flustered you. Turning red and shifting slightly to avoid his intense gaze.
He cupped your jaw, turning you back to face him. He was handsome, refined, intelligent. His large and built frame, soft and hypnotic eyes, shaped and pristine beard. Everything in you was screaming. Deep down you harboured feelings for him. But he was your boss, a mafia lord. You never could've imagined him feeling the same way about you.
"Doll... come back to me."
His voice knocked you out of your trance. God knows how long you were staring.
"You understand why I can't let you go home alone anymore, don't you?"
All you could do is nod dumbly. You didn't trust your voice.
"Excellent. Go upstairs, you know which ones mine. Get yourself settled."
"Where will you sleep? And what about my things?"
"We can go collect your things tomorrow." Putting his hand on your lower back, steering you towards the stairs. "Lets get you settled and I need change into something with a little less blood." Chuckling lightly.
You let yourself be led towards Prices bedroom. Still light-headed from the shocking revelations you've been told.
You enter the room, immediately inhaling the scent. Just like Price. The room was large, lived-in but still tidy.
Grabbing two sets of fresh clothing, Price hands you a shirt and a pair of boxers. His clothes. Before heading to the ensuit to change himself.
Once out of view, you bring the shirt to your nose, vanilla and sandalwood. Comforting, safe yet authoritative. You could get use to this.
Stepping out of the ensuite, you took in the large and very shirtless man. He was well groomed and sculpted in all the right places.
"Hey, Doll." Again, dragging you back to the real world with his deep and gravely voice. "Go get changed."
You stood, his bed was comfortable. "But Mr Price-"
"John. Call me John, Love. Get dressed now, questions later." He pulled you into a hug by the arms, pressing his lips to your forehead in a feather-light kiss.
As you were changing, you thought to yourself. This man is dangerous. He has an army of men under his control and he kills to satisfy his hunger for power. But that's Mr Price. John is caring, loving, attentive.
As you exit, you see him laid on the bed. He looked so relaxed, peaceful. Upon hearing you, he got up and ushered you under the covers. You went without argument, feeling exhausted after the days events.
He turned to leave but didn't get far before you called out to him.
"Stay?"
"Always."
He hopped into the bed next to you, you curled up to him, resting your cheek to his chest. You felt safe in his arms. Protected. He would make sure no harm would ever come to you. He would burn the world down to see you smile.
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Dear Elena
It is hard to keep track of anything when your entire life has been shattered into pieces. You're meant to be writing letters to your best friend, who happens to be in a coma at the moment, but you keep getting sidetracked by the one man who won't leave your thoughts.
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It is a beautiful morning, the sun is out, and all you can think about is the people you’ve lost. Last summer, you had more friends around than you do right now. Some of them are gone forever, some have moved on and moved out of town, and others are not within your grasp anymore. The endless loss blends together into one dense cacophony of regret, enough to keep you indoors even despite the lovely day outside.
Instead, you’re curled up on one corner of a sofa in the Salvatore house, passing off your suffering as an excuse to write to yet another one of the friends you’re missing. Elena Gilbert is not to blame for her absence in your life; she certainly wants nothing to do with her seemingly eternal coma, but your journal entries to her have started spiraling into irritation as the weeks go by without her waking up.
Case in point, your latest attempt at a happy message to your friend if/when she ever wakes up:
Dear Elena,
Shit has been fucked.
A voice sounds from over your shoulder, just as dry and sarcastic as ever.
“Y/N, you’re supposed to be uplifting with these things. Last time I checked, ‘uplifting’ didn’t involve nearly so many bad words.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but it’s a losing battle. “And last time I checked, these journals were for Elena, not you, Damon. Quit reading over my shoulder.”
Damon Salvatore, for of course it is he, spreads his hands in another display of his usual casual bravado. “Maybe you shouldn’t be writing them in my house if you don’t want me looking. Consider me curious, that’s all. I want to know if you’re adequately portraying my great deeds of heroism that I’ve been doing all the time since Elena closed her eyes.”
You take a moment to ponder that, then scrawl in one more line beneath the aforementioned expletives:
Also, your boyfriend is annoying me to death. Again.
Damon swats you on the shoulder. “Rude. Don’t you have anything nice to write other than complaints or depressed musings?”
You laugh bitterly, but the sound only turns more troubled as it trails off into silence. “Not really. Nothing’s going well at the moment. Every time I think I can count on someone, they leave or let me down.”
Damon blows out a low breath. “Tell me about it. I mean, it’s not like Mystic Falls is always a powerhouse of fun and playtime, but I think I even caught Caroline moping around when she thought I wasn’t looking.”
You hug your knees tighter to your chest. “It just all feels pointless. We fix a problem and two more take its place. You think you know someone and you’re wrong about them every time.”
Damon gives you a look, finally serious for once in his extended life. “This is about Enzo, isn’t it?”
You glance away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles. “Of course you don’t.” A beat goes by, and he speaks again, almost an afterthought. “It’s not love, by the way.”
You frown up at him. “What?”
“Why Enzo is on Lily’s side. It’s not love, it’s duty. She turned him. That does stuff to your sense of obligation. He’s helping her because he thinks that’s what he should do. He doesn’t love her. Or, not like that, at least.”
You shake your head. “He doesn’t love her like what?”
When Damon remains infuriatingly silent, you press him again for information. “Wait, Damon, like what?”
He doesn’t answer you, though, just disappears, leaving you only with the fluttering of your notebook pages for company. You groan, muttering silent curses about over dramatic vampires never saying what they mean, then toss your notebook to the side. Damon’s right, you’re never going to get this entry done properly if you’re still in your head about everything to do with one certain Enzo St. John.
After all, how could you? Enzo is Enzo, for better or for worse, and nothing about him has made sense since the day you met. You were there when Enzo was trying to kill Damon, when he did time on the Other Side, even when he was helping the rest of you try to free Damon and Bonnie from the prison world. He’s been your enemy at times, your friend at others, but above all, he has lingered around your thoughts far more than you would care to mention.
Dear Elena,
Do you remember when you first told me you were falling for Damon? How I told you that you were crazy for loving someone who had tried to kill us at one point? I think I might have to join you in that camp. I’m not crushing on Damon, don’t worry about that, but someone else. Someone pretty similar to Damon, actually. Guess that’s why they’re such good friends.
You never counted on falling in love with Enzo. Love is difficult in Mystic Falls– there are always a thousand different things going wrong, enough to tear you from what you’re certain is a happily-ever-after just when you’ve finally allowed yourself to have hope. You had just decided that you were going to use your head and not fall in love at all if you could help it, and then he showed up and just like that, you knew you were done for.
It’s not like you could have done anything else. Enzo flirted with you constantly while he was trying to kill you. He made jokes when you were facing each other off. He sought you out first when he escaped the Other Side, said something about how the worst part of it by far was not being able to talk to you.
He made you promises you knew he couldn’t keep, and then he joined Lily Salvatore and now it’s like he’s gone from you forever. Technically, he’s still out there, but he’s not yours anymore. If he ever was, that is. Suddenly, you’re not sure of anything the way you once were.
Dear Elena,
Why do boys have to be so insanely difficult?
Your moping clearly isn’t doing anything for you, so you give up and head outside. Most of your remaining friends have taken to camping out in the Salvatore estate at some point or other during the day. It makes it easier to find everyone when a new startling discovery descends upon you all, but it also makes you feel trapped, a bird in a cage who longs to spread her wings.
There is, however, a very good reason why you should stay inside longer, and that reason appears when you’ve hardly taken three steps into the center of town. You were headed for the Mystic Grill, but you do an abrupt 180 on the sidewalk and start heading back towards the residential areas when you spot a dark-haired figure that’s all too familiar to you. You don’t think he saw you, so you might be able to get away if you hurry.
Or maybe not. There’s a shout after you, it makes you flinch. “I missed you, you know.”
A gust of wind rustles the leaves on the branches nearby, and you don’t have to turn around to know that Enzo has just appeared behind you, taking advantage of his vampire speed to cross the street in less than a second.
“Yeah, well,” you say, still not trying to make eye contact with him, “maybe you shouldn’t have joined Lily and her Heretics, then. If you miss me, why aren’t we on the same side?”
“We weren’t on the same side at the start,” Enzo muses, keeping time with you even as you try to walk away, “that didn’t bother you then, now, did it?”
“That was different,” you argue.
“Was it?” He asks. “I was trying to kill you then. I’m not anymore.”
“And how do I know that?” You ask, finally standing still long enough to look him directly in the eyes. It’s been a while since you saw him face to face, you almost forgot how deeply he looks at you, like you’re the only person in this world worth seeing.
Enzo sighs, raises his hand to scuff through his hair but stops himself just in time. It’s been a while since he cut it short and started gelling it smooth, but sometimes you think he forgets that it isn’t the unruly almost-shoulder height it had once been. Enzo has spent enough time in various stages of captivity and death and rebirth that sometimes the lines start to blur. Even for seemingly insignificant things like hair.
You like it better now, actually. You’re certain you’ve told him that at least once, and if you haven’t, he’s probably picked up on it from the way your eyes lingered on him when he first got the cut.
“You know because you trust me,” Enzo starts, and holds up a hand when it looks like you’re going to cut him off. “And yes, you can say all you want about how you won’t trust me since I’m with the Heretics but maybe— maybe I don’t want that anymore.”
Your brow furrows. “Why not?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I’m not sure, honestly. I thought it would feel better. She promised me that we’d be like a little family or something, but the lot of them have been together so long that I just feel like an intruder.”
“Then why haven’t you left yet?” You dare to ask.
“I’m waiting for the right moment,” he answers you, “Lily’s control over her little monsters is slipping. At some point it’ll be easy for me to steal away and just never come back. I don’t want her sort of life anymore. I want something that feels right.”
“Like what?” You breathe.
“Like you,” Enzo says without a second’s hesitation, “it’s always been you, Y/N, you know that. I liked you from the very start. I had hoped that spending more time with Lily wouldn’t hurt us, but I was wrong. I just want you. Not her, not her bizarre idea of a family. You.”
You exhale slowly. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for a very long time, you know that?”
Enzo cracks a grin at last. You missed that smile more than anything, more than it hurt to admit you needed him. “My apologies, love. I’ll try to be better at spilling my heart out in the future.”
He’s joking, though, and his smile only grows when you start to laugh. It is easy, being with him, and although you never really thought about why that was before, you’re glad to know that you’ll have plenty of time to ponder it now, especially with Enzo by your side.
Dear Elena,
I think, for once, that things actually might turn out alright.
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Somethings Hurt
Ex!Poly!Marauders x fem!reader
Genre: Crossover
Details: Endgame, Infinity War, and Civil War never happened they did get Bucky but no one fought.
Warning: ANGST, language, implied smut
Summery: After Y/n finds her boyfriends cheating on her and she leaves and finds someone new and finds out more about herself. But after 10 years Hogwarts has a reunion party for the old graduates and Y/n meets some old friends.
Words: 1k+
3rd's Pov
December 6, 2009
6:24 pm
Y/n walked through the portrait with a sigh, she just wanted to go to relax with her boyfriends.
She walked up the stairs and opened the door to see all three of her boyfriends fucking a Ravenclaw, all four looked up at the girl and stood up quickly. She turned around and quickly walked out of the room with tears in her eyes.
"Y/n! Y/n Wait!" Remus yelled before he grabbed onto her arm making her turn around and face the three.
"Don't you dare say it was a mistake or a swear to god I will punch you in the face." Y/n said with tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you crying you whore." Sirius said making Remus and James look at him with wide eyes.
"What she's fucking three boys I bet that she's fucking everyone in gryffindo-" a slap rang through the air, Y/n had slapped Sirius right across the face.
"Well you three aren't any better." she said before she stomped away.
*10 years later*
Y/n's Pov
April 16, 2019
7:52 pm
I was in the kitchen at the Avengers Tower making a pizza with Natasha, "The way you started beating the shit out of John Walker was hilarious." Natasha said while moving the pizza dough around.
"What? He said Bucky was a murderes monster." I said as I moved the pizza dough around on the pizza I was making.
We had to make like six different pizzas because of how many people lived at the tower, "Mrs. Barnes there is a woman named Minerva McGanagall here for you Ma'am." Friday said and I gasped.
"Who's she." Nat asked, "An old friend, I'll be back." I said before I rubbed my hands against the apron that I was wearing and then took it off.
I walked out of the kitchen and Bucky walked out the elevator, "Doll, where are going so quickly?" Bucky asked as he walked over and kissed my cheek.
"An old friend is here. I’ll be back I promise." I said before I kissed him and then walked to the elevator.
I got down to the first floor and saw Minnie standing in front of me, she gasped.
I stepped out the elevator, "Minnie." I said before I hugged her, "Oh honey, you've grown up so much Y/n." she said as she held my face in her hands.
"You're a hero, I'm so proud of you Y/n." She said. We both started talking and then I figured out why she was here.
"Minnie I don't know if I should go." I said and she sighed, "Y/n, you can bring a plus one." I smiled and she caught on, "Do you have someone special?" she asked with a light smile on her face.
"Yes. 4 years ago I got married, I'm now Y/n Barnes." I said with a proud smile, "Bring him. Because I would like to meet him and also I want you to bring him because James, Remus, and Sirius will be there and I want you to show them that you're happy." she said and I laughed.
Y/n's Pov
April 20, 2019
9:27 pm
I and Bucky walked into Hogwarts, "Wow you went to school here." he asked as both of us walked thought the halls, I looked at the doors that went into classrooms.
"Oh wow." I said with a smile as I looked around, "Y/n!" I heard a voice I hadn't heard in a while, I quickly turned around, "Lily!" I yelled as I ran over and hugged her.
I looked over and saw Serverus standing there with a light smile "Hi Serverus." I said and he actually hugged me, "It's good to see you Y/n." he said and I smiled.
"Oh Lily this is my husband Bucky." I said with a smile as I grabbed his arm lightly, Lily smiled brightly, "Hi I'm Lily." she said as she shook her hand.
"It's a pleasure to met you." he said and Lily's eyes went wide and pulled me close, "You did goooood." she said.
She started walking away while waving, "It was good to see her again." I said and Bucky nodded, "I'm glad you get to see your friends again Doll." I led Bucky into the Great Hall.
"Oh wow. I still can't believe you went to school here." Bucky said with wide eyes and I laughed, "I'm going to get you some punch." Bucky said before he bent down and kissed me, "I love you." I said and Bucky smiled, "I love you too."
I looked around and sighed, "Y/n?" I heard an all to familiar voice and quickly turned around and saw Remus, James, and Sirius.
"Guys." I said with a smile, I forgave them 7 years ago when I got together with Bucky, I gave all three of them a hug, "It's great to see you guys." I said with a smile.
Sirius' eyes racked over my body and I shifted uncomfortable.
Bucky's Pov
April 20, 2019
9:48 pm
I grabbed mine and Y/n's drinks before I walked over to where I left her and saw three man staring at her like she was a snack, I placed our drinks down and walked over the a cold glare on my face.
No one looks at my girl like that. I placed my arm around her waist and glared at the three.
Y/n looked up at me with a smile, "Guys this is my husband Bucky." Y/n said with a beautiful smile on her face.
'Bucky please go over to the side, Tony made us wear coms, so you can hear everything please let me deal with them' Y/n's voice rang through my head, 'Damn you beautiful mind reader' I thought and she smiled.
"I'll be back Doll." I said agreeing to argument.
Y/n's Pov
April 20, 2019
9:57 pm
"I'll be back Doll." Bucky said agreeing to my argument, "I love you." I said before I lent up and kissed him before he walked away.
"You're married?" Remus asked and I nodded, "How long?" James asked, and I smile lightly remembering my wedding day.
"Four years." I said and Sirius scoffed, "You married a guy named 'Bucky' really?" Sirius asked and I nodded "That's his real name?" James asked and I shook my head.
"It's his nickname, his full name is James Buchanan Barnes." I said with a smile, "His name is my name." James said and I shook my head.
"No. He's 101 years old and you're 26 I think you took his name." I said and all of there more eyes went wide, "Wait you married the Winter Soldier?" Sirius asked and I nodded, "Well he's no long the winter soldier, he's James 'Bucky' Barnes" (and you're part of my efforts to make amends/ I'm so sorry)
Bucky walked back over and kissed my head, "Hey let's home." I said and Bucky looked down, "Are you sure Doll? You really wanted to be here." he said and I nodded, "Yeah. Let's go. I hope to see you boys again..."
Should I do a part 2 or nah you guys like this ending
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#7 - MERCY, for April AU @jilymicrofics
Theme: Grey's Anatomy. Rated M just to be safe.
“You should know,” he mumbles, voice smooth, barely recovered, “I don’t usually do this.”
Lily wonders what this is exactly. Meet a girl in a bar, share a few rounds of drinks with her? Distract that girl from all her worries until they are laughing together? Pull her to the darkened hallway that leads to the kitchens to kiss her as if they were teenagers? Accept her daring invitation to go to her place? Take her clothes slowly, his lips tracing every curve of her body until she is moaning into his arms, begging for more? Or press his body against hers, kiss her as they roll around in bed, whisper her name as she moves atop of him, watch her as she comes apart until he follows her to that bliss?
Whatever this is, Lily is quite glad for it; he is the perfect distraction for all the stress of tomorrow and because she needed this, she turns to face him. Her heart skips a beat; the first thing she noticed about him that night was that he was handsome, with those hazel eyes shining smartly behind the lens of his glasses, a smile that showed dimples at the corner of his mouth, his tan skin, his carefree way.
Sure, it had been his talk—and later his kissing abilities—that made her invite him out eventually, but his beauty was not to be disregarded.
“Don’t tell me I was your first,” she teases, and he cracks a laughing smile.
“No,” he admits. His gaze moves over her face and she sees the moment his pupils contract. “But I wouldn’t mind if this was the first of the night.”
She shouldn’t; she has a busy day tomorrow, so Lily should just ask him politely to leave, but then she can feel the twitch of his body, his desire for her, and that makes her feel warm; she should be spent by now, but if he can do that thing with his fingers once again—she could use more distraction. So she pulls herself closer to him, searching for lips—any trace of the tequila they've drunk is gone, but she enjoys his taste even more.
"I want you," she whispers against his lips.
He is all too glad to attender her wishes; her whole world spins around and she isn’t sure that it is in the right place later, when he pulls her into his arms and she accepts, melting into his warmth and just closing her eyes, very content, very relaxed—
Until her alarm rings off and she jumps out of the bed to find out it’s morning already, the sun shining.
“Damn.” She glances at her phone. She missed the first and the second alarms, this is the third one, for emergencies—and this is one. “Fuck, not today—”
“Lily?” From the bed, comes a sleepy voice. Lily steals a glance at him while she runs around the room for her clothes.
He is handsome, but she cannot dwell with that now. “I’m sorry, you’ve got to leave,” she says, already distracted. She should take a shower, but it’s fifteen minutes to the hospital, and if she takes more than five minutes to find a parking spot… shower later.
He just turns around to face her. “I thought we could share a breakfast.”
“No, I’m late.”
“I can give you a ride if—”
“No.” She wishes she had more time to do it; he said he didn’t do this usually, and now Lily is reconsidering a bit—maybe he is one of those guys who are after the love of their life in a pub… “Look, this was a one-night thing, ok? I had a great time, but you need to leave, John.”
“Oh.” He looks disappointed. Definitely the kind of guy who falls too quickly. “It’s James.”
She knows, but mistaking the name always works perfectly for the guy to get a hint, and this time is not different.
“I’m going then—”
Lily nods, throwing him a smile that she hopes to come as nice and yet dismissive. It works, for when she leaves the bathroom, he isn’t there. There is only the faint scent of his cologne, something musky and rather nice, and for a moment Lily almost wishes she could have gotten his number or—
No, she admonishes herself, leaving the house. It would give him the right idea. I am not looking for a relationship now. It’s better if we don’t see each other.
That’s a thought that she has to repeat when she parks her car; the Three Broomsticks pub, where they met, is right in front of the hospital. Lily makes a mental note to suggest that any happy hour be somewhere else and joins the new interns inside the hospital.
She is calm — she is competent and she knows how hard she worked to get there; the minutes goes by though, and while the other interns have been directed, Lily finds herself in a group of four interns waiting. One of the other residents, a rather handsome man with a haught smile that made some people sigh, comes to tell them that their resident is running a bit late but will be there soon.
“Prongs says he overslept,” she hears him telling one of the new interns in Lily’s group, a nervous-looking guy.
They already know each other, Lily realises, whoever that resident “Prongs” is. It’s a bit unfair, but she has dealt with unfairness before—
And then, breathing hardily and in a rush, appears the man that Lily saw last on her bed that morning.
“Hello,” he calls, adjusting his glasses on his face. “Sorry for the delay—I’m James Potter, and I’ll be your resident for—”
His voice fails; Lily finds herself meeting the same pair of hazel eyes that charmed her last night, but that she also believed she wouldn’t see again. Resident, he said. James, just-a-distraction James, I-won't-see-him-again James, is her resident.
“Ah,” He looks away, recovering himself. “Anyway—welcome to Hogsmeade Mercy Hospital.”
#Jily Microfic#1000 words!#Jily#Jily Smut#Mercy#I should post this later but I just had so much fun#the grey's anatomy au that could have been
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Darkness
Bane x OC
Part 1
Part 2
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On this evening, I sat at the bar with John. He ran the common serious talk. “Come on, you hate living alone. You complain about it all the time.” I run my fingers down the stem of my wine glass. “That’s not the point, John.” He slumps in his seat. “You keep me stringing along. It’s been 9 years, Lily. I think we’re serious enough.” I get out cash, closing the tab. I stand out of the bar stool gathering my belongings. “I’m not ready to be a wife yet, John.” He sighs in defeat. “It’s always the same answer.” I kiss his cheek after I finish putting my jacket on. “Well, stop having the conversation if you don’t like the outcome. Things are great just the way they are. I don’t want to mess it up.”
John doesn’t hide the smitten smile on his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n).” I wave my fingers at him as I exit the door. “Bye, John.” I liked John. I did. I was pretty sure I loved him. He was sweet and very concerned about my well-being. I should marry him. He was stable and a positive influence in my life. However, I can’t bring myself to say yes to him. I craved more than this life. I wanted pure passion, true love, and a fire in my chest. It was silly to dream of such things in a world like this, living in a place like Gotham City, but oh did I dream.
It had been long enough now that the majority of the city had forgone my past. That or they just have bigger fish to be worried about.
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The night sky of Gotham was calm. I still hadn’t gotten used to the quietness of the city. It was on the way to becoming clean.
As I near my vehicle, an ominous chill raked its way up my spine. The shuffling of feet brought my attention to the alleyway. I furrow my brow. “Hey.” A man shouts from the dark. I ignore him and continue to fumble with my keys. “I’m talking to you.” As I said, the city was on its way. As I go to open my door, the man shuts it, moving in front of me. “I know you.” I shake my head, trying to move around him. “I don’t think so.” He grabs my upper arms and pushes me down onto the hood of the car. He places a knife on my neck. “You’re that rich bitch. Bashed her daddy’s brains in.” I struggle in his grip. “I’m going to have some fun with you.” He tosses my keys away and rips my shirt revealing my bra.
He is suddenly ripped away from my body with an unnatural force. His body lay on the street, neck snapped. I stand on the pavement in shock, fumbling with the torn pieces of my blouse. Deep breathing sounds from the dark. I turn around and see nothing. I bend down, retrieving my keys with hast. “This fucking City.”
Turning around I knock into a large being. As I fall, a large hand wraps around my waist preventing me from taking a tumble. I struggle to see the face of my protector. However, the hold this stranger has upon my waist feels warm.
I look up at his daring orbs. He stares into mine, staring into my soul. I feel myself fall into the black of his eyes. This man stared at me like an animal staring at its prey, and I was willingly allowing him to. I couldn’t deny him. His strength showed in the bulk of his muscles. What caught my interest was the contraption strapped upon his face. However, he was intimidating and dangerous. I couldn’t help myself from studying this man. His eyes showed curiosity. I placed my hand on his cheek, drawn to his frame. He removed my hand as if I burned him. “Is it you?” His voice came as another shock. “Me?” He retreats his hand from my body. The warmth was gone, leaving my body in disarray. He backs away into the shadows, and against my better judgment I take a step forward, but he is gone. Did he know me? It felt like he did.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his hand wrapped around my waist. I lay in the large bed. The late hours of the night creeping up. I lay there, the sheets feeling cold for the first time. It’s like I’ve been in a coma and I’m finally waking up. Every sensation heightened in my body. Who was he? Why did he have this effect on me? Like a cord, I could feel myself being pulled to an unknown destination. That night I constantly tossed and turned, tangling the sheets. Unresting, the only thing my mind could achieve was thoughts of the masked man.
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the correct marauders head cannons
Sirius Black
GAY AND TRANS ASS MOTHER FUCKER!! #endthecisaficationofsiriusblack idc if it’s genderfluid, non-binary or ftm this bitch is trans and loves men.
he’s like 5”6-5”9 in height.
obvi has black hair that is up to his shoulders/ collarbone and is also very layered.
he’s tattooed and pierced. some tattoos are of the moon cycle, his and regs stars, dog foot prints and something prongs and wormtail related. he also has multiple ear piercings with a side nose stud, a navel and a bottom labret piercing.
he loves dressing hyper feminine but also masculine. he doesn’t have a set style, he just dresses to serve cunt and have clothes that match his docs and chunky rings and leather jackets.
he has borderline personality disorder that he is very ashamed about because the characteristics of his mental illness remind him of his mother. he also has ptsd that affects him the most through nightmares. he also gets a lot of gender envy that fouls his dysphoria from his friends, but refuses to tell them about it because he doesn’t want to make any of them feel bad.
he’s pale and has silver eyes that can be kind of intimidating.
he’s half french and east asian ( him and james first bonded at hogwarts over being the only asian kids in their year) .
EYELINER!!
Remus John Lupin
bicon. no other acceptable answers.
sweaters. knitted sweaters. lots and lots of knitted grandpa sweaters. (many gifted to him by lily).
his style is very cottagecore, but also mixed in with some street style. he loves his beat ass crusty ass converse that are breaking at the seams, but he also wears docs when he wants to feel superior. he is either spotted in heavy knitted sweaters or old band tees. and a book bag. he cannot go anywhere without his fucking book bag.
he has tattoos. idk what tattoos, but definitely tattoos. and maybe a few ear piercings.
he’s 6”- 6”4 in height.
loves david bowie and sometimes wears makeup inspired by him.
wears fishnets under his jeans that are visible on his waist when he wears crop tops. this is slutty remus.
he has honey brown curly hair. it’s soft and bouncy and sometimes falls into his eyes that are obviously hazel.
freckles scattered between scars <3
has a physical disability that requires him to use crutches or a wheelchair from time to time. he also suffers from severe migraines that leaves him unable to leave his room.
he has ptsd and severe anxiety that went years without being medicated because of his “i can handle myself” mentality.
he’s welsh and/or jewish or maybe even latino anyone of those work tbh. he has soft tan skin that very glowy.
long eyelashes. like incredibly long eyelashes that are light brown and always curl towards the sun.
James Fleamont Potter
a pansexual himbo at his finest.
he’s from south asia, more specifically india.
he’s super sporty but not overly buff. he has the body type of a football player (or soccer player, whatever you call it).
his style is very relaxed in a man whore kind of way. he loves his red converse- they’re his staple piece.
he has one ear piercing he got with sirius. he thinks it looks stupid but sometimes puts it in when he wants a different look.
first started wearing skirts with sirius so that he felt more confident, but actually really liked how they looked on himself. he has slutty skirts he wears when he goes to the gay bar.
he has adhd and maybe anxiety that somehow went years without being diagnosed.
he has deep brown hair that’s messy and could possibly curl but always remains more fluffy than curly. it’s short cut but falls into his eyes that are a dark brown but look burgundy in the light.
he’s 5”9-5”11 in height. (sometimes he purposely tells people he’s shorter so that he makes guys who said they’re 6” feel stupid).
obviously wears glasses (he’s technically legally blind and has a lot of anxiety of loosing his vision. he got eye sugary once and had to wear an eye patch for a week. he still wears it sometimes for halloween or just for fun).
has a beauty mark under his left eye (lily likes to kiss it).
Peter Pettigrew
he’s asexual.
has a baby face and is often mistaken for remus’s little cousin.
he gets rosey cheeks very easily.
he doesn’t have tattoos but he has a few piercings.
he has a unibrow (it’s very pretty and has a beauty mark in between closer to his right eye).
short king! 5”4-5”6 in height.
his style is cardigans with jeans that are cuffed (half because of his height and half because of fashion).
he has dirty blonde hair that’s straight and cut short.
he has bright blue eyes.
he has body dysmorphia and social anxiety.
he has a very small gap between his teeth that he hates and tried to get braces for but couldn’t afford. everyone tells him it suits him though because the gap adds to his charm.
he’s a brit through and through, a full englishman
i’ll make a part two of this with all the other marauder icons.
#sirius orion black#sirius black#remus lupin#remus john lupin#james fleamont potter#james potter#peter pettigrew#wolfstar#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#marauders headcanon#dead gay wizards#padfoot#prongsie#moony#wormtaiil
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I got mad at the finale and so I wrote a whole penny dreadful alternative ending, probably doesn’t make sense to other people but I need to share it❤️
up until mid season three -
Next half of season three Vanessa slowly starts to grow suspicious of ‘Dr Sweet’ and tries to work out who he really is and what he is behind, she wonders if he could be one of the reasons her life is so awful and ponders over the possibility that he may not be the kind and honest man he claims to be.
Season three finale Ethan & Malcolm come back, reunite with Vanessa. Vanessa informs them of her suspicions. Caliban continues the ending with his deceased son, the scene is emotional when he places his body in the water, a sad melody can be heard in the background. Caliban goes back to his former wife and is finally at peace with himself whilst he and his wife grieve their son.
Frankenstein goes back to the original group after letting Lily go, greeting Malcolm and Ethan and apologising to Vanessa for not visiting claiming that he feels horrible for failing to do so. He is informed by the group of Vanessa’s suspicions and so they undergo their next task which is finding out who ‘Dr Sweet’ really is and making sure that Vanessa is finally free. There is a dramatic ending with the original group, minus Ferdinand because he left for Egypt, looking at each other with curious expressions, the scene cuts to a black screen.
End of Season Three
Season Four begins with the group's new task of discovering Sweets secret and ending Vanessa’s suffering once and for all, Catriona and Dr Seward join the group, replacing Lyle, and they all begin to decipher who Dr Sweet is and form a plan to kill him and ensure that everything will be okay.
Around episode three Lily visits Grandage place as she wants to make amends with Victor but when the door opens Ethan is revealed, who looks confused as to why his supposedly dead ex girlfriend is standing outside of his house. Frankenstein has to explain to the group what he has done and from this he finds out that he and Vanessa are both acquainted with ‘John Clare’ who they then contact as he could be of use to them and their plans. From there the group grows as Lily and Caliban have joined, Dorian has since left the series, in around episode one. He goes some place abroad finding new adventures as he is immortal and is clearly bored of London.
This leaves the main characters as one singular group rather than multiple different storylines, there is a significant amount of conflict between Ethan and Victor as Victor basically murdered his girlfriend and then reanimated her for his own use like a freak. The two get into a huge argument at one point, Victor apologises many times as he now comes to terms with the fact that what he did was wrong and so Ethan eventually forgives him. Vanessa and Ethan grow closer again and so do Victor and Lily, Ethan has accepted that Lily is no longer Brona and is simply not the same person and so the dynamic between the group is not overly strange (idk how else to do this bc I like Victor and Lily together so Ethan will just have to deal with it)
Malcolm and Vanessa have resolved all conflict that was ever between them and the group get on well as a whole, Caliban and Victor do not get on overly well but Caliban no longer desires Lily as he has taken back his former wife. In a combined effort they formulate a plan to successfully overthrow Dracula and the relationships between all of the characters develop such as Lily, Catriona and Vanessa becoming close friends and Malcolm, Ethan and Frankenstein becoming closer, not forgetting their friend Sembene.
When they are Overthrowing Dracula in the final episode Caliban sadly dies as he sacrifices himself for Vanessa when Dracula attempts to kill her. This earns him respect from everyone, particularly Victor, and Victor finally realises that Caliban was not really a bad man at all he was just ‘misunderstood’, because of this Victor, unexpectedly, murders Dracula in an attempt to gain justice for his friend, Dracula was not expecting this from Victor as he had a watchful eye only on the stronger men, Ethan and Malcolm, and so Victor quite easily impales him with a ‘wooden stake’. The group, especially Vanessa, are now finally at peace.
Cut to the epilogue, it has been around 10 years since Dracula was overthrown. Malcolm continues to live at Grandage place and the whole group, who look slightly older, sit together in the living room. Ethan and Vanessa sit together as their children run amok, asking Malcolm, who they call their grandfather, to tell them all about his adventures and the countries that he has explored, Malcolm sits and tells the children his grand tales, seemingly a kinder and calmer grandfather than he was a father, as Vanessa smiles fondly at them, clearly feeling lucky as she never expected to have this life.
Frankenstein and Lily sit on the other sofa complacently, simply happy to be in the presence of one another and the rest of the group. Lily is still a strong woman and is the more dominant person in she and Victor’s relationship, despite the fact that she is a woman and it is the 1800s, she continues to be bold and is not shy of expressing her opinions, she has not reduced herself to being a housewife simply because she is a woman in a relationship, she wears a suffragette badge clearly demonstrating her participation and interest in the feminist movement.
The doorbell rings and, the fairly newly found members of the group, Catriona and Dr Seward, go to answer it. They open the door and it is revealed that Ferdinand is back, he greets the group embracing Vanessa for a significantly longer period of time than he does the others and confesses to her that he is proud of her and that he always knew she was stronger than everything she had dealt with, he believed that she would get through her suffering one day. Vanessa gives him a teary eyed smile, moved by his words and glad that her old friend is back.
The scene cuts to the whole group, and Vanessa and Ethan’s children, chatting to each other, they are all grateful for what they have and are just happy that they have one another. The scene finally ends cutting to the mantelpiece where there is a framed photo of Mina and Peter, a framed photo of Caliban, a framed photo of Joan Clayton and a framed photo of Sembene, the scene zooms in on these frames emphasising their significance before finally cutting to a sadly smiling Vanessa as she gazes up at the mantelpiece grieving her friends and feeling grateful for their sacrifices. The episode cuts to black with the words ‘The End’ as the main theme of the show plays.
#penny dreadful#eva green#vanessa ives#josh hartnett#billie piper#crying#i wanna kms#season4pennydreadfulpls
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Need to know if this fic idea already exists. If it doesn't, SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS.
Ok, so I just read "Harry Potter and the Asterous Wandmaker" by Aprotny on AO3, and it gave me ideas.
The basic premise is that Mary Grayson was a friend of Lily Potter who agreed to look after Richard for a few days while Harry was sick, as Richard was a newborn and they didn't want to risk him getting ill as well, but then they die and the Greysons end up adopting Richard for real and raising him until Canon DC events occur. Shenanigans ensue that lead to Harry moving in with Bruce at 15 and Voldie is killed early.
My thought was, what if it was this, but with Maddie. So Maddy takes on Daniel, and a miscommunication occurs that leads to her believing Harry died with his parents. Due to her being a squib, she only tangentially knows about the wizarding world, and this is what fuels her desire to study ectobiology. She KNOWS they're real. She just has to prove it.
The only other person who knew about Danny was Peter, and due to some small sliver of loyalty, he never told anyone about him. Harry finds out in the Forbidden Forest when he's walking to his death as his parents tell him they can watch over Danny's life together or something, and sets off to America once he'd recovered after the battle.
Harry could be Master of Death and help Danny out with his ghost battles
Harry could set off all the ecto-alarms in the house, causing the boys to gaslight the Drs. Fenton into thinking that it's going off due to them being British born or due to magic
Danny could be a squib, which is what helped him survive the accident
Harry could arrive pre portal/ just after it happened
If Harry is 18, he might fight for custody of Danny, due to the house being unsafe for him to live there
Opportunity for billionaire vs billionaire showdown when Harry finds out what Vlad is doing to Danny
Danny could tell everyone Dani is a Potter and get her an official identity through the goblins, this could be how Harry finds out about Plasmius being Masters
For a bonus, if you want to add in the DC universe, John Constantine could be a squib relation thriving the Black family, or a relation through the Evans family. The older brother that Petunia pretended she didn't have
I just really don't have time to write this but it won't leave my head.
#harry potter crossover#Danny phantom crossover#dc crossover#dcxdp#dpxdc#hpxdc#hpxdp#harry potter#danny phantom prompt#dc comics#writing prompt
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The Vampire AU for picture perfect boyfriend.
(suggestive elements as well as murder)
The Vampire au.
MC would be like a blood donor and a photographer/vampire hunter or something like that.
Vincent would be a human, working in a blood bank, with art and music as a hobby, and he knows that his friends are, in fact, vampires and so, gives them blood not only because they request it but also so they don't go badshit crazy and kill someone.
Kadsey would be a half vampire while still being an influencer, happily drinking those little blood bags from said blood bank but that doesn't mean that he would never drink blood from an actual person and as a matter of fact, that's the bad ending for him. Instead of throwing you off the Carousel when you're on there, he simply just bites MC, drinks their blood and leaves them there.
John would be a full vampire, just like Ashino and Ashton, his level/date would play out pretty much the same expect for aspects of his backstory. His previous position as Max Affilato would be pretty much the same but the way Lily dies would be different, instead Max would murder her in the middle of the night and he would be thrown down the waterfall for both his mistreatment of his employees and the murder he committed since his employees would find out and decide to get rid of him.
Ashino would be a full vampire, his behaviour towards MC would be much more aggressive and threatening whether that would be threatening to kill/hurt or actively trying to bite them. He would be the type of vampire to have a pocket mirror dispite not being able to have a reflection and try his best to be the most charming dude out of the five simply so he can trick MC, he also drinks from the blood bank but he has always had desires to drink from a person and he hates MC for a certain incident that happened.
Ashton, our beloved Ashton, would be a full vampire and the reason for a case of attempted murders, just like Ashino, he always had certain desires and had tendencies to be aggressive and even threatening to people but never actually did something. He would always request from Vincent a blood bag from a certain donor, he he never knew who they were but due to how much of their blood he had consumed he would be able to recognize them just by smell, one night out with his friends, while Ashino was away, he would meet or more so recognize someone very special at a bar. His friends made a bet that they all try to ask them on a date and whoever won their heart would have the others do whatever he wanted from them for a month, they all succeeded and everything was going fine until the actual dates started happening. Of course, Ashton was the first to go on a date with them but at the end of those dates he would keep asking them out on times where his friends would originally go out with them, this caused some conflicts between them which would be fuel to the fire when the time had come for Vincent to go out with them, he would be attacked by Ashton in front of his house with a bat, knocking Vincent out before Kadsey would find him. The same thing happened to John expect he would be attacked with a pair of gardening sears,Kadsey would be the last person to get attacked by Ashton, he would have called both an ambulance and the police before he would be attacked, The thing that takes out Ashton in this version would be a spy from the Bureau by the code name "Task kill" and vanish before MC could see them. That would be the end of the first "Game", the "Reboot" would be when the others wake up from the their coma and when Ashino would come back after 2 years, he decided to work with that spy, when he learned what happened to keep Ashton away from the public eye, trying to erase his existence, he would convince Vincent and John that he never had a brother and that he was was Ashton but Kadsey would know and fight with him a lot because of it.
#pictureperfectboyfriend#picture perfect boyfriend#ashino#ashton fell#kadsey#ppb#vincent von eislied#John doe ppb
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random thoughts dump of the week bc none of this deserves its own post
coming down from a smol john kearns kick and really enjoyed it, guy has a ridiculously sweet presence and i really like his voice. it also brings me great joy his previous career was working in museums and as a tour guide. i would like that life, i think (i worked at universal orlando for a little bit in 2013 and was always super jealous of the vip tour guides lol). he mentioned on one of his rhlstps that despite winning arguably the biggest (british) comedy awards there are, he never released a standup special or dvd, and he kinda wants to keep it that way so he has something special between him and his live audience — and that really made me sad face. like, my guy, what about those of us who can't see you bc won't leave that damn island. (also ed gamble's new tour having no nyc date felt personal...) in another episode, he talked a little about, in great part due to social media, people want comedians they can know everything about, get the whole look of; comedians who are the same people onstage as off. he's not like that and doesn't really like the idea of that. i think there's a lot to say about that subject but i'll just leave it for now...
speaking of touring ed byrne next week!!! and jimmy and alan carr coming up!! what a fun time :')
speaking of rhlstp and ed, one thing that occurred to me and i thought was quite funny upon listening to his recent episode is that both richard and ed have that self-aware side of them that admits to bitterness, professional jealousy, annoyance with critics/haters, believing they're not as successful as they deserve to be, etc. while it can come off whiney here and there, it's not too obnoxious or anything, i just found it amusing they had this (often concealed or private) quality in common. i might even put jenny eclair in that camp (others too but that's a discourse i don't really wanna start lmao)
if another youtuber, following amelia dimoldenberg (and munya? does he count?), had to go on taskmaster i would probably vote for ollie kendal off of jolly. in my mind he and alex would be genuinely good friends outside of the show
man i miss the horne section podcast so bad
honestly, i'm a little surprised david mitchell doesn't have a podcast. he loves radio, it's not too demanding of a gig, and he's got tons of interests that could make engaging premises for podcasts... i'm sure someone has floated this to him before, so i need the reason why he said no. maybe he was busy with his book. would love a history pod fr
does anyone else ever remember when david mitchell was in rick and morty and just sit back and go O_O also when he was on graham norton with hillary clinton like lmaooo i just love the idea of the booking agents for that show being like "we're having fucking hillary clinton on who can we bring for comic relief who is a household name but not problematic but intelligent but actually funny" i mean they hit the jackpot of course but it cracks me up that that's his brand
did david ever watch succession? rob def did but i need more about it from both of them
sometimes i think about when david accepted his bafta for peep show and the music that was playing while he walked to the stage was "sex on fire" by kings of leon hahahahaha like what who was djing that night fr
where did charlie brooker go
speaking of back in the day — and i do mean back, like 15+ years ago — and my main panel show obsession was buzzcocks, there were a few non-comedians who would come on panel shows who were properly fucking funny, like martin freeman and josh groban, and i'd always pray they'd eventually come on again. and i think at the time the person at the top of my list was professor green. how random is that TT he was just always up for laugh and just so likable. i also LOVED the song "just good to be green" with lily allen in like 2010 lmaooo this really ages me :)
been really enjoying some old angus deayton-hosted stuff, like old hignfy and wilty. i got into panel shows after he'd stepped out of the spotlight, but i remember being crushed when i found out about his scandal. i also remember stephen fry standing up for him and chastising paul & ian publicly after That Episode of hignfy — which absolutely blew my mind, even though stephen has always said what he thinks — and i agreed with him and am not sure even today if i fully forgave paul & ian for how they treated angus. ik he's still here and there, but i wonder if we'll ever see him in any properly notable capacity again
just watched the latest hignfy actually and jack dee pheww he's ageing very nicely let me just say it and pheww emmanuel sonubi please and thank you. also, paul's outfit was quite nice. an enjoyment of the eyes indeed
i've been making a lot of typos in my gifs lately for literally no reason other than not proofreading my rushing and it's embarrazzing i'm gonna do better
speaking of gifs i have NOTHING!!! in my drafts folder. nothing. no content. nothing is made. nothing in the queue. [sigh] sounds like tonight we be bustin it out huh. idk about other gifmakers (i actually don't follow any other panel show blogs, but this isn't necessarily a panel show blog thing, just a regular original content thing) but i don't usually make gifs throughout the week — instead, like, marathon gif like two times a week and build up 10–20 drafts to post throughout the week. if you gif every single day or to keep up with all of the new content, it starts to become a chore, which is never fun :(
speaking of which i probably won't gif outsiders too much because people don't seem to care too much about it + the webrips are just...so ugly in gif form, even at 1080p! it's a dave thing fr, taskmaster used to be the same way -_-
okay here we go into gif mode btw i got some of your requests and will def make them!!
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After the Larson ordeal I was thinking abut how Arthur got to the place that he did. There is an analysis from @brishey of the Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Day by Robert Frost that really made it clear to me about why Arthur thinks the way that he does and the role reversal that John and Arthur have.
Arthur Lester is a man that through out his whole life has never, I mean never been able to hold on to any one. Thinking about it it isn't just in his adult life from childhood he has experienced loss of people he loves, and had to leave them behind. He lost both of his parents, his wife, his daughter, his partner Parker, he had to leave Arkham meaning he he to give up his whole life because of Parker and Eddie's deaths. Not to mention that he lost parts of him self too. Though out he loses his eyes, his hand and his foot, which scares the shit out of him. That is a lot for one person especially when their support is almost nonexistent.
It doesn't make it easier that Parker, and Faroe's death aren't as easy to let got for him because they are on his hands. Yeah sure John/Yellow are responsible for Parker, but it was still Arthur's body, and he was lied to to think that it was him that killed him. Faroe died because of self absorption, and who helped him get over it, Parker. So he has lost all of his biological family, and support because he doesn't want to go away for murder.
But despite all that has happened to him he is still kind enough to try to get along with John, and because he is so open and kind, combined with Lily in the hospital John finds his humanity. All the while Arthur literally only has John left as a source any sort of support. Which is betrayed fairly often considering all the reveals for manipulation. It still stands though that John is Arthur's only support.
So when Arthur loses John, he has truly lost everything, and he still doesn't have his sight. That is why he is so desperate in Coda to get him back. Then when he does he doesn't get his friend back but a 'monster' that doesn't have human morals. So the only thing that Arthur can do is separate the two entitles, and he has lost his willingness to be how he was with John, and Yellow cant learn from him. Which becomes apparent when John does return and calls him out for it.
And he still feels all the regret for his daughter's so maybe he should do what he thinks should happen to him, for Larson to die. Because if he still believes that parents are in this world to protect their children, and even if he couldn’t he could make Larson pay for what he did to his kids.
And on top of all of that Arthur has been in survival mode since he left Arkham, so literal months that changes a person regardless. So when he is in the mine and wants to leave those people it is because he has been alone for so long and so he thinks the best way to save him self is to leave everyone else to die. He says something to this effect to John, and John convinced him otherwise.
Now is that an excuse. No of course it’s not. but this whole time one of the big theams is forgiveness. When John doesn’t know who he is and is talking about if you can forgive bad people and Arthur tells him to the effect of yes. So now when Arthur is being revengeful, and selfish John forgives him because of course he does.
#some thoughts#malevolent spoilers#larson malevolent#malevolent podcast#malevolent#podcasts#john doe#arthur lester#E spewing my bullshit
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How do you think the show would’ve been different if Lestat made Lily and Louis vampires?
hmm is this in lieu of claudia or annie? I personally cant see Lily not leaving. she was too obsevant to stay in my opinion. she picked up on things like loustats attraction to one another right away and read between the lines. “you’re his destiny louis” reads that way to me as well as her trying to keep the peace and make her money you know? She was aware that she was in between them as a buffer. im sure louis isnt the only john she’s dealt with hiding/denying what they really want and coming to a swer to fill that need in whatever way—in louis case being able to just talk freely making him more palatable to her, but still.
i like to think she would have got that power and left like claudia wanted and she would have been able to bc she presented as an adult in a way claudia couldnt. maybe louis and her would have caught up to each other later. i actually think if lestat presented her with the option she would have said yes and he wouldnt need to make the choice dubcon. tho idk if that can be avoided since it seems they cant help but be violent about presenting the option. i think the reality would have been a traumatic adjustment as it is for all of them, but i think she would have endured quite well. now if it was forced on her i think she would leave sooner rather than later after she learned what she could from them. but she wouldnt have been stuck with them and just like louis letting claudia leave, he would have let miss lily leave. and shes not dependent on either of them for survival the same way claudia is. also i dont think lestat would force her to stay bc as an adult woman she really does pose the threat he’s irrationally afraid of in claudia. not that it would change louis’ stance he gay. but i digress.
i think she would have to leave eventually bc irt to lestat, sharing louis with her would have put lily in danger. thats why he killed her so swiftly. no, louis cant even have someone he pays to confide in over him. he has to come to lestat yk? and the fact that lily had to be there for the first night to lure louis in all the way would begin to eat at him. like “why did it take her for you to give me a chance, you’re in love with her” type thing.
i think their mess is something she wouldn’t wanna put up with anyways she’s seen it all. swer are in a position where men tell them the worst of things about the relationships they’re sneaking around and cheating on and to have to be eternally stuck in between that shit for free? hell nah. in my head canon if she gets turned she leaves bc the alternative is her death and i wanna know she out there using vampirism to her full advantage and here in the modern age in a nice condo after a long successful career as a top model. maybe she would have been a refuge louis ran to. he would go back to lestat but just that possibility is why she died in the first place. the way she connects to louis in ways lestat doesnt. her blackness being a key component. i dont know that her undead life would automatically be easy. she is a black woman so all the things that come with that would still be true, but she’s a swer. i feel like she would be resourceful in a way say ……Grace!…might not be able to bc of how her circumstances are different. miss lily didnt have a choice but to be resourceful. Grace grew up affluent and taken care of you know it would be different. thats not a dig at grace just an observation. and that’s not to make it absolute that Grace wouldnt figure it out. i just see her being more dependent for a lot longer and that would pose an issue…you did not ask me about grace lmao moving on.
i think lets say she got away and annie still happened and claudia still was roped into this. louis is forthcoming with her in ways lestat isnt (he has his reasons. dont come at me i know). so i think if she’s asking about other vampires and the only other one louis knows is miss lily he would tell her about her. claudia would fixate on her. she would go looking for her. a mother a companion who understands her in a way she cant be understood at home. one who knows loustat and what it is to be in between them. i think she would go out and find her. and i can see lily being receptive to that. i think this would alter the tragedy of claudia’s story the most. so idk if annie would be needed for that long. she might actually have seen that incinerator a lot sooner. bc claudia would be with lily and i think louis would have been good to at least know where she is. lestat might not have needed to die but then it would just be loustat to face all their issues and idk if lestat would see a reason to adjust and change if he was never plotted agaisnt and left to feed off rats in the junkyard after having his throat slit. that would change the trajectory of the whole last half of iwtv. hmm yeah soo many things would be different. what would get him to paris to meet armand? (no loumand 🥺)i think eventually theyd end up meeting sure there isnt many vamps. then how would loumaniel/armaniel come to be?? it could still happen [i say desperately] but yeah so many things would change now that i really think about it.
#mw asks#miss lily#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#claudia#iwtv#sorry this took so long. i had to take a long nap
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The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Seventeen and Eighteen (Rúben Dias)
Word count: 1415
Chapter 17:
Rúben
“Rubes, does you girl post about everything she does on IG?”, asks John when we are on the lift on our way to breakfast.
“Rúben has a girl?”, asks Kyle. “I want to see her”.
“I don’t have a girl”, I say. “And yes, she posts a lot. It’s cute”.
“Yeah, I bet you found the video of her doing yoga real cute”, he laughs.
“Shut up!”
“Who is this girl?”, asks Kyle again, annoyed.
“A friend. But Mr nosey had to go and follow her on IG”, I say rolling my eyes at John.
He just shrugs.
“But can I see her or not?”, asks Kyle for the hundredth time.
“Just show him a photo, John. So he stops asking”.
And when he does, I can see a little smirk on his face. “Good job, bro”, he tells me walking to the table.
I just shake my head.
“Good luck today 😘"
“Thank you. I’ll see you after the match 😘"
I put my phone away to concentrate on the match. Big game against Villa, plus our competitors have dropped points. Except for Spurs. Christina will be happy about that.
Christina
Being at the Etihad feels a bit strange. The seats we got at the Emirates were near the families as well, but I had Jess with me. And…I don’t know. Here I feel more exposed. Like people will wonder who I am and what I do here. So I just try to keep a low profile.
The first thing I do when I sit down is posting the photo I took outside of the stadium. I caption it “Not turning into a City fan, dad. I swear!”.
A couple of minutes later I have a couple of comments on it.
Sarah: keep telling yourself that, babe.
Lily: do it!! I’ll finally become the favourite daughter 😂😂
John: you say that now, but…
Wait, what is John doing here? And he’s following me too? How did I miss that?
Anyways. Time to put the phone away and enjoy the match.
**
City win 3-1 and extend their point difference with the second-place team, Spurs. I guess we’ll have to beat them here in a couple of weeks to reduce that distance again.
I then make my way to the area where Rúben told me to wait for him, trying not to get lost. When I get there, I have to show my ID and when I get inside, I can see it’s mostly filled with the player’s families. Yeah, I don’t fit here at all. And also, I’m not sure I want them to see me with Rúben and for rumours to start.
“Hey. Congrats on the win!! 😊
Could we meet somewhere else? All the families are here and I feel a bit out of place.”
A couple of minutes later, he answers saying he’ll send someone to pick me up and walk me to the dressing room. Ok…
“Christina?”, says a security guard after entering the room. Everyone stares at him.
“Yes? That’s me!”, I say, making everyone turn to look at me now.
“Come with me, please”.
I do as he says and follow him out of the room, feeling everyone’s eyes on me.
“You can wait here”, he tells me, pointing at some chairs near the dressing rooms.
“Thanks”.
“Hi Chris!”, I hear a couple of minutes later and I turn to find John waving at me.
“Hi! Congrats on the win. And the assist”.
“Thanks. Did you enjoy the match?”
“I did”.
“Great. Do you want me to wait with you until Rúben comes back? He should be here soon”, he asks me.
“No, don’t worry. I’m sure you have people waiting for you”.
“Yeah, my daughter is here. Maybe you saw her with the rest of the kids in the room?”
“Well”, I say scrunching my nose. “There were a lot of kids and all of their shirts said “Daddy”, so it’s hard to tell who belonged to who”.
He laughs. “Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll introduce you to her another day”.
“Ok”, I add, feeling strange at the mention of another day. It’s like he expects me to be here without a doubt when I have plenty.
“See you soon”, he says with a wink and leaves.
Before I have time to turn to look at the dressing room’s door again, I notice someone covering my eyes with their hands. I jump at the touch, but then relax when I hear Rúben’s voice.
“Who am I?”
Chapter 18:
Rúben
“Emm…Harry Kane?”
“No”, I say, trying not to laugh.
“Well, that’s disappointing”, she says. “Oh please, don’t tell me you are that Rúben Dias guy. I can’t stand him”.
I move my hands from her eyes to her shoulders to turn her, frowning at her.
“Well, too bad for you”.
She just laughs and then hugs me, again. I can get used to her and her hugs.
“Congrats”, she says.
“Thanks”, I say, smiling down at her. “Should we get going?”
“Yeah”.
And so we go back to my car.
“I was thinking about our next match at home”, I tell her.
“Spurs, yeah. Don’t talk to me that day”, she says giving me a funny look.
“Ok, but, how about you come to the match?”
“I can’t”, she says and my spirits go down immediately.
“Why?”
“I’m going home to visit my family. It’s been a long time since I got to see them”.
“Oh, ok. Well, family first”, I try to laugh to hide my disappointment.
“Always”.
“So”, I start talking again. “Will we be able to see each other before the World Cup?”
If we do well, and I really hope we do, I’ll be gone for over a month. If I don’t see her before leaving, it’ll be two months away from her. And just thinking about it annoys me.
“I don’t think so”, she says, looking outside of the window.
“Well, that fucking sucks”, I say, stating the obvious.
That gets a sad laugh from Christina. “Yeah”.
When we make it to my apartment, I realise she’s leaving now. I’ll have to drive her to the station in less than an hour and then not see her again for two months. How am I supposed to do that?
“I’ll go finish packing”, she says, noticing my change in mood.
“Ok. I’ll go get changed”.
Christina
The moment both Rúben and I realised we are not seeing each other in a long time, everything changes. It’s as if someone had turned the reality button on to show us this weekend was the exception.
Only 5 minutes later, I’m sure everything is properly packed and I make my way to the kitchen, where I find Rúben sitting in a chair.
“Rúben?”, I say softly making him turn.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, but we don’t need to leave for another 40 minutes. How about going to the park again? No call will ruin it this time”.
That manages to put a little smile back on his face. “Let’s go”.
When we sit on the bench, I speak before I realise what I’m saying. I just can’t stand this silence between us.
“I’ve been offered a job”, I say, making Rúben look up at me.
“Have you? Who offered the job?”
“Tom”, I say, waiting to see if he makes the connection.
“Tom?...No!”, he turns fully to face me. “Have you been offered a job at City?”
I nod.
“Christina! That’s amazing!”, he says, beaming.
And that makes me smile too.
“Did you say yes to his offer?”
“I didn’t have the chance. He just mentioned it and told me to think about it. I’ll obviously have to talk to my current boss and wait a couple of weeks to change jobs but…I think I want to say yes”.
I have been thinking about it since I told Sarah. She’s right. The job is better and the city is cheaper. I can grow as a journalist and make good connections for future jobs. And of course, Rúben is in Manchester too.
“You’ll be moving to Manchester, right?”, he asks.
I nod again.
“And working with me?”
“Well, I don’t know exactly how much we’ll work together but, yeah, the same team. So I guess I’m likely to see you here and there”, I say laughing.
“Please say yes”, he says, staring so intensely into my eyes, that he might as well be staring at my soul.
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