#First encounter with ms lily !

[allimili]

As a Homicipher enjoyer and CRK fan, I adore you AU.

May I please humbly request content regarding one of the other Beasts or one of the other Ancients in this AU? Specifically White Lily, because I immediately think she'd have her flower theme and her own garden and stuff and am curious to see your wonderful ideas!

Please feed me this delicious content-

Ms. lily knows almost every place in the other world ! Even if a place/room changes, they can still make their way to their destination without any problem.

[maodear]

If evil...why hot..........?

Guys I'm not yapping about alien stage this time.. Its Homicipher. I found this game out literally yesterday and I'm obsessed. So let me cover everything I know about it, if you don't know the game :D

I have only done the first episode or the first part and this is what I understood, if I am wrong on anything please do explain!! I am grasping of what I figured out yesterday.

( this sounds like I'm sponsoring this game. HELP)

So this game is literally "Romance with horror men." (and hot females too) . " The female protagonist, who has wandered into another world, interacts with non-human beings to decipher their language while striving to escape."

I like the idea of this game a lot, since you have to figure out the words and the language yourself, which isn't shown a lot in games. Which also adds the fun and makes you think. You have to learn word-by word. There are multiple endings with many of our horror males<3 so you can choose your favorite or have your angst. This is a romance kind-of game. If you take it as one.

The game starts off by the mc randomly appearing in this world (or Daydreaming?), and being jumpscared by Mr. Crawling(my bf btw...) The Mc wakes by near someone called Mr.Hood, who tries to help you but Mc realizes they speak two different languages. You as the player has to try and guess what he is trying to tell you, and you learn some words from there.

Soon after, you meet Mr.Gap. Which im pretty sure is some guy who wants to eat you. Since he appears time after time asking you "Can I have leg?" or " Eat your Leg?" Lmao. bitch I love my leg actually <3 Hes just some annoying guy or monster appearing. ( I do find him cute though, like in a cute I want to kick him

As you explore some more, you encounter a moving hand, that points to a head. Mr. Chopped!! (hes so baby)) Hes a silly head, he askes you to take him downstairs, & to picked up.

You go down with Mr. Chopped and you find this HANDSOME MAN. Mr.Silvar <3 He also teaches you words, tries to communicate with you (was kinda hard., but beauty does speak....)) you go open the back door. Which looked like some place to cut things up, and the mc is like "Oh😀lets learn more words like dora!"

When you leave the room, Mr.Chopped seems scared and asks you to stay with him. (Which makes me believe that Mr.Silvar chopped him up., but that's okay- I can fix him.)

After some more exploring, you meet (well he finds you) Mr.Crawling!! HE HAS SUCH A CUTE LILI LAUGH. HEHEHUSHE. If you already heard or know Homicipher. YOU KNOW HOW OBBESSED PEOPLE ARE WITH HIM!! ((and why people are guessing his tip color..?!?!?) Hes such a baby. & Mr crawling follows you!!

Oh and you get your crowbar.

You go on exploring with Mr. Crawling having some Kdrama moments, Like going on top of each other. (A classic) and things like that. Soon meeting Mr. Stitch, who I think wants to eat the mc, because she has blood. (I might be wrong since I didn't have all the words and probably got some wrong.)) Mr. Crawling and Mr. Stitch argue for sometime while the Mc has no clue what they were saying. (Little did she know that, Mr. Stitch wants to eat her.. lmao)

The Mc wants to find an exit, she wants to go back to the Human world. She tries to ask Mr. Crawling about where an exit is or how to say exit. But the language barrier was hard to ignore. What Mr. Crawling does figure out is, the mc is from an another world.

Ms. Blue-Clad is someone you also encounter, The Mc finds her crying and Mr. Crawling does explain that she was crying due to her losing her shoe. The Mc finds her shoe in a vent place, that she reaches for the shoe with her crowbar. When you show Ms.Blue-Clad she is very happy. She scared me when I saw her face but its okay, shes cute.

Oh and you also find Mr. Masque after sometime. He wastes your time by showing Mr. Crawling and the Mc some magic tricks. I will say though he has a really good design.

And more exploring and learning word, the Mc clothes get wet due to water. And this divine lady appears. OMMGOGGGM. Shes called 'The bride" and you learnt that she loves clothes and gives clothes around. So the Mc gets a pretty white dress from her. She appeared and left so quicky 💔 I hope she comes back

I didn't meet anyone else yet, but there was this red guy that Mr Crawling protects you from. And I died once because of this TV. I think he was called Mr.Scarletella ? and omg. I think hes my favorite just by looking at him barley. I have seen edits... I have seen the things you guys do. And he looks very pretty. I did stop around the cellphone area since I was playing for awhile. This was mostly a yapping of my understanding of the game of the moment. When I fully finish the game, I make some deep talks about each of them. Thanks for reading this mess lmao!! (Feel free to spoil stuff, I dont mind.

[artmakerproductions]

I’ll just go ahead and leave all this here and see what y’all think of it. “KID KONG, The BOY WONDER of the WORLD” 

ACT ONE Our story begins, like many Kong stories before, in New York. A failing director, Earl Dunham, has travelled here as he’s been given one final chance to make a profit and pay back the studio he works for on all the money lost from his last three motion pictures: “Jungle Love”, “Going Ape” and “Deadly Seas”. As he struggles to find an actress willing to participate in the film for cheap, he meets a little girl, Lily, who gets caught stealing an apple. He pays for it. She’s thankful. Later the girl’s mother, Diane Sparrow shows up and thanks him for his kindness. He offers them dinner and asks her if she’d be interested in starring in his film. Seeing an opportunity to become wealthy, she agrees. Through Lily’s internal thoughts, we learn this hasn’t been the first time she and her mother have pulled this stunt. It being something Lily is highly against, but must obey her mother regardless and if they want to not starve or freeze. At the docks we meet a boy named Shawn. Him working as a roustabout as he is the oldest and his mother is unable to get a job as she needs to care for her two other youngest children. On their way to the filming location, Diane continually tries to woo an oblivious Dunham. She is unsuccessful everytime much to her annoyance. Her daughter however is more successful in this regard as she and Shawn start to fall for each other. Puppy love if you will. The crew begin to stir with uneasiness as to where they’re going and demand an answer. Dunham gives in and tells them that the filming location is set on an island dubbed “Happy Island”. It was named so for it resembling a smiling clown when looking at the island from a high altitude. However, the name is meant to be ironic as Dunham doesn’t tell the crew that the island is said to be infested with the most dangerous and terrifying creatures on earth. They eventually do arrive on the island. Once they start getting ready to shoot, Lily is neatly kidnaped by the island natives to be used as an offering to their god: Kid Kong. She is swiftly rescued and they retreat to the ship. Dunham disappointed that he once again is left empty handed. Before they can leave the island, Lily is taken and is given to their god. Kid Kong takes her into the jungle. Dunham, Ms. Sparrow, Shawn and the rest of the crew set out to save her. ACT TWO - Lily makes an attempt to escape but is caught by Kid Kong - A multi-horned rhino attacks the crew - Kid Kong fights a Woolly Mammoth - A family of sauropods stampede after getting spooked by a sneeze - They encounter a Spinosaurus in a swamp, along w/ a Plesiosaur and other various monster fish - Lily tries to escape once more, but keeps running into dangerous situations: leading to Kid Kong fighting a large carnivorous theropod - A giant pelican-like bird attacks the rescuer’s camp - Lily and Kid Kong start getting to know one another and build a bond (Lily does most of the talking, but through Kong’s gestures we get a sense of what his past was like) - Kid Kong (w/ Lily) runs into the rescue team and they open fire on him. Believing them to be also a danger to Lily he flees. Running across a log bridge, causing it to dislodge as he does. By the time the crew make it halfway it starts to slip and only Shawn makes it across to the other side. The rest make it back to the side they started on as the log bridge falls into the deep pit below - Lily is rescued by Shawn and they flee - Kid Kong is lured down to the beach and gets knocked out with a boulder that was dislodged by a gas bomb Kid Kong had ducked under when it was tossed at him - In an effort to salvage the mess, Dunham takes Kid Kong to New York ACT THREE In a few months, Kid Kong is finally shown off to the public who are both amazed and stunned by the sight of the gargantuan human. Kid, now dressed up in oversized modern clothing (a suit) to appear more civilized, feels indifferent as long as Lily is okay. More of a background detail, but in the public's eye, Dunham, Diane and Lily are a sort of family (something Diane is heavily pushing for which Dunham is rather oblivious to). As the show goes on, several photographers start taking pictures. Diane is soaking all the attention up like a sponge and as she tries to pull Lily in closer to pose for the photos, in the struggle this starts to upset Kid Kong as he believes her to be attacking Lily. Lily tries to tell her mother this but is ignored. He breaks his chains holding him much to everyone’s horror. Diane, Dunham and (much to her objection) Lily, split the scene w/ Kong close behind. Outside, Dunham flags down a cab to get out of there. They make an escape just as Kid makes it outside and goes the opposite direction. Shawn meanwhile as he leaves for the night to return to the docks sees the army moving in. Realizing what’s happening, he goes to find Lily and Kong. Kid Kong starts looking through New York for Lily causing hundreds of dollars worth of collateral damage in the process on accident in his confusion of the new environment. At this time Lily has managed to wriggle out from her mother’s grip and goes off to find Kid before any more bad things happen. Soon enough they find each other and go on a search for safety. Shawn is close behind on their tail. Lily suggests he go up the Empire State Building; a spot she hopes the army/military won’t be able to reach him and they’ll be left alone. As Kid Kong reaches the top to enjoy some peace and quiet with Lily, several biplanes show up and start firing at him. Shawn makes it to the building and begins to head up to the top himself. Kid Kong does his best to fight the planes only managing to take out three (one being w/ his shoe he threw). Eventually he finds himself on the verge of death’s grasp as his wounds begin to take their toll on him. In one last attempt to take out one of the planes, he loses his strength midway and falls to his death. As people start crowding his lifeless body, Lily is heartbroken by the tragic death of her friend. She is comforted by Shawn. Diane and Dunham soon arrive at the scene having gone after Lily once she ran off. Dunham overhears talk of how the airplanes got him and in response, Dunham says: “No, it wasn’t the airplanes. It was beauty’s friendship that killed the beast...” Dunham leaves both Diane and the scene as it draws to a close... THE END Other illustrations of the story I’ve made over the last few years: https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -794090860 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -794490741 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -794339273 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -796983529 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -790065846 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -789939706 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -878132519 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -795482902 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -848061140 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -805828855 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -871829971 https://www.deviantart.com/artmakerprod ... -870184922

Will probably refine the story beats more in the future.

[carewyncromwell]

"So you say it's not okay to be gay?

Well, I think you're just evil!

You're just some racist who can't tie my laces...

Your point of view is medieval!

Fuck you! (Fuck you!)

Fuck you very, very much

'Cause we hate what you do,

And we hate your whole crew,

So please don't stay in touch!"

~"Fuck You," by Lily Allen

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Carewyn's dress robe inspiration // read more about Erik here!

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Hahaha, oh GOD, Erik, you really are a little prat, aren't you? 😂

Okay, first of all, the person Erik's giving the bird to behind Carewyn's back is her overbearing, gaslighting, blood purist uncle, Blaise Cromwell.

As the head of the Cromwell Clan after Charles's arrest and death, Blaise is incredibly disapproving of most of the life choices his sister Lane, nephew Jacob, and niece Carewyn have made, least of all keeping a very healthy distance from Blaise's abusive arse and the rest of the supremely dysfunctional Clan. Blaise is particularly "overprotective" of Carewyn, thinking that a talented, intelligent young lady from a respectable family like her should be pursuing marriage with a proper man from a similarly respectable family and having children of their own to carry on the Cromwell legacy. Needless to say, therefore, that Blaise greatly detests not only Carewyn's future legal and romantic partner, Orion Amari, and his daughter Eos, but Carewyn's Muggle-born son "ward," Erik Apollo. And yeah, after first encountering Blaise at the Ministry while Carewyn was finishing up with the last of Erik's affairs in court, the newly-thirteen-year-old took an immediate dislike to the man who had the audacity to not shut his face after "Ms. Cromwell" made it incredibly clear she wasn't asking for his opinion.

"Don't reckon it's any of your business what Ms. Cromwell does or doesn't do, you old knob." "Stay out of this, brat." "Like hell! All this talk about 'proper families' and shit...what are you, from the Dark Ages or something?" "Carewyn's future is family business -- something that Mudblooded filth like you is not meant to understand...so I'll say it again: stay out of it -- " "And I'll say it again too: like fucking hell, you scumbag -- "

Carewyn interceded before the fight could get too heated -- but she did shut the conversation down with a pointed warning toward Blaise.

"Until Erik has finished his education at Hogwarts, he will be my ward and sole charge -- family in a legal sense, if not by blood." "Family?! Winnie, you can't be -- !" "I am deathly serious, Blaise. And believe me, should you make one breath toward a word insulting my ward's ancestry or relatives again, or make any other ill-meaning gesture toward him, I shall be just as serious in retaliating, as well."

As Carewyn brought an arm around Erik and led him away, the snarky teenager couldn't resist shooting one more vindictive indication of his feelings toward Blaise as they left -- something Carewyn was quick to reprove him for.

"Put that finger away, young man." "Oh come on, he deserved it." "Perhaps -- but crude gestures like that reflect badly on you too. There are more intelligent ways to get your feelings across." "Oh, I know. That way's just really satisfying." "Erik." "Sorry, Ms. Cromwell."

[mariammohamed21]

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[evadwrites]

on the last day of love

Catherine knew it smelled of new beginnings, heavy rain on an otherwise warm September morning, and slightly burned coffee beans when she met Lyra Martin for the first time.

She knew of Lyra from her best friend, who always enjoyed talking Catherine's ear off about anyone she saw as a worthy competition during seminars in her political ideologies class. Frankly, Lily’s assessment of Lyra outside of the classroom was limited to “She is the girl that wears a lot of flannel and drinks seven gallons of coffee a day”.

It felt ridiculously natural to encounter Lyra for the first time in a coffee shop, of all places. A combination of things – a broken alarm clock, a needy cat, a late bus – led Catherine to forget her wallet at home and become aware of the fact only as she was about to pay. There was an apology on the tip of her tongue as she looked up and met the eyes of a barista.

“Don’t worry, this one is on me,” came an unfamiliar voice.

Catherine watched as a brunette in flannel made her way to the counter and handed the barista a ten-pound bill. It wasn’t until they made their way to the waiting area that Catherine spoke up.

“Thank you, Ms…?” she paused, looking at the young woman expectantly.

“Oh, it’s just Lyra!” the brunette – Lyra �� blurted out. “And you are Catherine, right? Lily Miller’s friend?”

Catherine nodded. “I have to admit I’m a little curious… do you make it a habit to buy coffee for strangers who were unfortunate enough to forget their wallet at home?” she asked, arching her eyebrows.

Lyra let out a little laugh, scratching at the back of her neck. “Well, only on Tuesdays, and only for blondes who get two large espressos while looking like their life depends on it. So I guess it’s your lucky day.”

It was one of the silliest things Catherine had ever heard, yet she couldn’t help but smile.

“If you follow your logic, every Tuesday is my lucky day.”

Both of them laughed.

When Catherine was little, her mother used to say that the most magical moment you could have with another person was to laugh with them. She would say that souls bonded when laughter flowed freely and carelessly, but Catherine had never actually believed it until she laughed with Lyra that day. Suddenly, it felt like spring: the snow melting, regularly meeting with friends after winter solitude, and eating ice cream for the first time in months. It also felt like autumn: train rides to a city two hours away, raindrops on glass, and leaves falling, beautiful and bright. Somehow, it was even more than that.

Maybe it was a stretch, but Catherine was sure laughing with Lyra felt like experiencing all four seasons simultaneously.

# # #

It became something they did from this day forward: getting coffee and then walking to the university together. They usually drifted apart as soon as they reached the building: Lyra’s classes, most of which belonged in the Humanities department, kept her away from the Social Sciences building that became Catherine’s home in the past year.

Although the walk to campus took less than twenty minutes, it might have been her favorite part of the day. While getting the teaching assistant job this semester was a dream come true that she looked forward to every morning, a part of her craved the simplicity of her encounters with Lyra.

They talked about nothing and everything at once. It was never just a matter of “I like this book” – it was a detailed explanation of everything right and everything wrong. They exchanged numbers and shared music – random songs Lyra would get in her weekly recommendations, then entire playlists of Lyra-approved songs that Catherine just “had to listen to”. They could talk about some songs having such distinct characters and plots that they could compete with novels and then suddenly jump the topic entirely, focusing on the latest art exhibition Catherine went to with one of her older sisters.

They talked about families and friends. Catherine didn’t have many, so she readily shared tales of her life-long friendship with Lily and her childhood adventures with both of her sisters. As soon as she started talking about Alex and Andy, something overcame her akin to a tsunami, and she felt like she couldn’t stop. She hadn’t experienced this in a while – meeting a new person and clicking with them almost instantaneously, wanting to share bits and pieces of her life with them, and craving to hear something in return.

Lyra talked about her parents, two of her closest guy friends, and her other friend – a smart but quirky girl with dyed platinum-blonde hair. “You might even see her during one of your classes,” she said. “Iris does that sometimes – she just hops from classroom to classroom and sits through lectures like it’s the best pastime in the universe. I tried to get the hang of it but accidentally ended up taking an exam in organic chemistry. Never again.”

Lyra was always smiling while she talked – this intoxicating kind of smile that crawled under Catherine’s skin and made her smile back. Her hazel eyes were warm and looked golden in the morning sunlight. Lyra’s hair was slightly curly yet perfectly tamed, and Lily was right about her – Lyra indeed wore a lot of flannel and went through an insane amount of coffee cups a day. 

She only wished Lily would have told her how kind Lyra was because Catherine would have liked to meet her sooner.

# # #

Crossing into the friendship territory was seamless and almost even unnoticeable if it wasn’t for Lily, who waited for Catherine by the Social Sciences building on a cloudy October morning when she and Lyra got there.

“And who is that, Cat?” Lily asked meaningfully, tilting her head slightly to the left.

Catherine barely held back the urge to roll her eyes at her best friend’s antics.

“Lily, this is my friend Lyra, whom, I believe, you know,” she paused, regarding the redhead with her best scolding gaze. She clearly needed to work on that one, if Lily’s response – quiet snickering – was anything to go by. “And Lyra, this is my infamous best friend, Lily.”

There was something considerably brighter about Lyra’s smile for the rest of the day whenever they saw each other on campus and then in the evening, walking together towards the bus stop. The setting sun was enveloping them in its rays while the sky burst with colors, and Catherine could swear Lyra’s smile was still brighter than all of the orange and red hues. It wasn’t until midnight that she received a ridiculous winky emoji and a link to a new Spotify playlist titled “friendship!!!” and understood the reason for a smile that bright.

# # #

Catherine always knew that friendship was akin to flowers. Both wouldn’t grow if left unattended, uncared for; both needed warmth and gentleness. She liked thinking of her friendship with Lyra as a field of wildflowers – calm and peaceful, yet still radiant and loud.

Their morning walks extended to evening walks, which then extended to stopping somewhere for dinner and talking for hours until it was time for the both of them to get home. Lyra started joining Catherine and Lily during breaks in-between classes, even though she had to jog to the Humanities building to make it back to her lectures in time. After a tentative message from Lyra on a gloomy Saturday evening inviting Catherine to a performance of a French jazz band, they started seeing each other on weekends for art exhibitions, museum trips, or, most frequently, study sessions in the university library.

Golden October and its bright red leaves scattered all around Manchester’s streets bled over into gloomy November and never-ending rainfall, and Lyra remained the constant in Catherine’s life as the autumn went on. Alex was still the person she talked to the most, but Lyra was growing to be a close second.

Somewhere in the middle of November, they got into a habit of coming over to each other’s place on some evenings. Like all things when it came to their relationship, this one was also spontaneous. It was a courtesy of a broken alarm clock, a needy cat, and a late bus that led Catherine to forget her umbrella at home on what seemed to be the rainiest Friday in November. That same evening, under the insistence from Lily that getting home without an umbrella in such weather was most definitely a health hazard, Catherine accepted her invitation to stay over.

They spent half of the night rewatching Harry Potter, eating takeout from Lyra’s favorite burger place down the street, and criticizing J.K. Rowling. Catherine borrowed Lyra’s flannel pyjamas and stole her large fuzzy blanket twenty minutes into the Philosopher’s Stone. They played board games at three in the morning and sometime closer to four-thirty swore they would never, under any circumstances, play Monopoly again (they broke the rule the next day).

The evening and the night that followed were too pleasant a memory not to make it a recurring one, so they did. Friday nights were for sleepovers, takeout, movies, and falling asleep on the couch after eating too much popcorn; Saturday mornings were for sleepily moving through Lyra’s apartment, making pancakes, drinking inhuman quantities of coffee, and catching up on schoolwork for the rest of the day.

It became a part of their little routine, and the next thing Catherine knew was that, somehow, every part of her was connected to Lyra one way or another.

# # #

It became apparent in early December – three months into their friendship and eight days into the snowy fairytale of Catherine’s annual dreams.  

In her usual fashion, Alex reappeared after being MIA for a few days with a FaceTime call on an early Saturday morning and lazily asked, “Guess who is going to be back on British Soil next week?”

This was so utterly and quintessentially Alex that Catherine was ready to cry, as well as tolerate being called ‘Kitty’ for seven days straight. Her older sister hadn’t been back to Manchester since she left in early July for her year abroad in Brussels. She was so happy she didn’t even notice the little squeak she made until Lyra’s head showed up in the doorway, her body still hidden behind the wall.

After her call with Alex was over, Catherine spent at least thirty full minutes recounting every detail of it to Lyra. Hours later, while she was looking through the condiments cupboard, she found herself saying, “I think she would like you, you know.”

Lyra stilled. “Oh?”

“My sister.”

“Which one?”

“Lexie, but she would kill you if you called her that,” Cat chuckled. “Alex. She is a very… no-nonsense person. Blunt, straight-forward, very sarcastic. But she is also very funny and can be sweet if she wants to.”

Lyra let out a little laugh. “Well, then you must introduce us.”

“Oh, darling, I wouldn’t want her to steal you away from me,” Catherine whispered as if it was their little secret; as if Lyra was only hers, and she was unwilling to share her with anybody, even her sister.

“I like you too much for this to happen.”

Lyra smiled. It was the same kind of smile – gentle and full of meaning – she gave her when Catherine wore a navy blue pantsuit and Lyra smiled and said, “You look– You should wear it more. It brings out your eyes.”

Lyra smiled, and suddenly, Catherine thought that she wouldn’t even mind sharing Lyra with somebody if it meant she could still have one of those smiles.

# # #

She received the same smile a week later.

Alex arrived at their parents’ house two days early, moving up the date of the scheduled family dinner, which caused it to overlap with Catherine’s dinner and movie Friday night plans with Lyra. They had been doing it every week for the past month, so there shouldn’t have been any harm in skipping one, but Catherine still felt like something was being taken away from her, however irrational that line of thinking was.

Maybe that was the reason for a spur-of-the-moment decision and a tentative “Would you like to go with me to the family dinner?” addressed to Lyra. Catherine didn’t even allow Lyra to answer at first as she kept on rambling about looking forward to Lyra meeting Alex, Lily most likely being invited too, and Andy bringing either her cat or her boyfriend.

It was at least three full minutes before Catherine breathed out and asked, “So, what do you say?”

OPTION A: Lyra accepts the dinner invitation and meets Catherine’s sisters. 

OPTION B: Lyra declines the dinner invitation.

NB! This choice determines whether the beginning, as well as the entire story, shall be intricate or simple. 

[vj-moral]

Falling Pt 3

Warning: language, SH, tell me if there's more.

Summary: You absolutely hate the Marauders. They hated you until your last 2 encounters. After leaving the hospital wing, They come up to you with different intentions.

Weeks later. Your brother wasn'tdoing to well, you visited everyday to make sure he was okay. He was nearly dead. The boys haven'ttalked to you since the incidentat the hospital wing, nothing that you were complaining.

"Y/n!!" 3 voiced yelled. You turned around and saw James, Sirius, and Remus running towards you. "Yes, boys?" You groaned.

"Were sorry" "for? And hurry this up, I have to check on my brother" "were sorry for bullying you, and your brother, were sorry about everything." James said hurriedly.

"Its fine, its in the pass. Now, I really have to go, bye" You said. Running past them to the. Slytherin common room.

James and Sirius looked at each other the brought out the invisibility cloak. "Guys no-" Remus tried

It was to late, he was pulled under and they were running after you

***

You mocked softly at your brothers door and heard a faint "Come in".

You walked in and let the door close on its own, you walked to the side of his bed, where he was laying. "Hey. Bud. How you feeling?" You asked with a small smile.

"Honestly? Not good." Your brother, Joseph said. "Well, mom said she is gonna visit soon. Dad- uh- I suppose I'm the one who is supposed to tell you but he had a very bad car crash, a-and they don't think he'll make it. He sends his wishes though" You said with tears in your eyes.

"When can I give up?" Joseph said, tired lying.

You stopped for a moment, looking him in the eye. "... Whenever your ready, love." You told him, letting a tear fall but immediately wiping it away. "I don't want to leave you. Im all you have left. Snivelous dropped you to pin after that evans girl, mom is too busy trying to find a replacement of dad, and dad might die." Joseph said.

"Jos... You don't have to worry about me, k? I- I have plenty of people." Joseph gave you the look. "Alright fine, but it doesn't matter. I will be fine."

"Do me a favor?" Joseph asked. "Whats up?" "Can you name your first child after me?" Joseph asked. "Who and i wasn't gonna do that anyway?" You said with a little laugh. "Good. I deserve something for my cunningness, and don't forget handedness" Joseph said cockily.

You laughed a bit before standing up, kissing his forehead. "Alright, you cocky little boy. Get some rest, ill bring up dinner soon" you told him. "Bye. F/n/n!"

You left, letting the door close on its own, then walking out of the common room where she bumped into lily.

"Oh if it isn't little Ms. Perfect." Lily spat. "Look, evans. I get you don't like me, and trust me I don't either, but I'm not playing with your shit today." You said.

"Why? Is another one of your victims following you, slut?" Lily asked.

James held in a gasp under his cloak.

"Says you. You've been leading on the same boy for the past 5 years. Meanwhile everyone either hated me or ignores me. So please, Lilith, who is the real shut. I know it isn't me" you spat.

"Yeah, right. You've been playing with Severus's heart" Lily scoffed. "Severus likes you, if you couldn't tell, and he doesn't talk to me anymore because of you. So congrats you cost to people their friendship" you told her.

"Yeah, right. And James potter is actually in love with me" lily scoffed. "Are you done? You obviously blind if you can't tell that boy is head over heels in love with you. Every boy in this school is! Maybe if you just open your damn eyes you'll see that. You and your little griffin-whores none stop bully me, and for what? Because you found out your lovers won't stop following me around. Because if so, please take them away because I would rather be dead then go to this stupid school with you stupid people any longer! Now leave me alone so I can at least have a peacefull rest of the day because after everything that has happened, I NEED IT!"

You walked away from her, bumping her shoulder and walking away.

The boys looked at lily in disgust under the cloak and went to get ready for dinner

***

At Dinner

(With the marauders+girls)

"Whats up with you 3? You won't even look at lily, which is exremely rare for james" Marlene said. "Your friend is a bully." Remus scoffed. "What are you talking about, remus?" Lily asked. "'Right, and you've been playing with Severus's heart'" Remus quoted back.

Lilys eyes widen in horror. "What is he talking about. Lilly?" Mary asked. "Lilith, over here, bumped into Y/n and started calling her a slut and accusing her of playing with Severus's heart" James said.

"DID SHE TELL YOU!?" Lily yelled, standing up.

Everyone's head turns towards her. "SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO, WE WERE THERE" Sirius yelled back.

"THATS IT! Y/N HAS BEEN SLEEPING AROUND, HENCE WHY SHE DOESN'T COME TO SOME OF HER CLASSES!" Lily told everyone.

Everyones head turns toward the girl who looked like she was gonna kill someone. She stood up, walked over to lily and pulled her ear, whispering in it. "I miss classes because I have a brother with Cancer, he is in his dorm right now, waiting for me to bring him dinner. The teacher allow it cause he is the last person I have left. If you dare to come after me like that again, I will rip you apart and burn you alive, having you scream for mercy.. and I get my timer from my mother" You said quietly.

You let go of her ear and smiled at her before walking back to your chair and continued eating.

You looked up to see everyone still looking at you. You groaned out in annoyance. "It's just a rumor, besides. Who on earth would want to be seen with me!? I'm a 15 year old version with family issues." You scoffed.

[fumingspice]

All The Things She Said

Requests are open!

Part | 1 2 3

Pairing: Lana Winters x Reader

Summary: almost caught by Lana’s husband. Dinner with mom. Brief mentions of having a bad relationship with food. Slightly irritating ending but its okay because I hate me too

There had been many close encounters. Too many to be overly confident in the situation. Her husband coming home too early during particular heated make-out sessions. Teachers passing by in cars while you walked through towns outside of your own during dates.

Weeks flew by and the rollercoaster of a relationship you had with your teacher went up and down like the waves of the ocean that you could see from your bedroom window.

The worst had come on a sunny Friday. You had taken a hard tumble on your run outside of Lana's help and you stumbled your way to her front door for some help. She gasped when she saw you.

She offered her arm to do as you limped into a kitchen and helped you to sit on her counter.

"Gosh, Y/N. This isn't a good look," she muttered, grabbing the first aid kit from one of the drawers.

You chuckled through your pain. "You're just annoyed that you can't get me on my knees." Lana raised her eyebrow and tilted your chin down to see your eyes.

"I could, still."

You shook your head. You knew Lana would never touch you like that before you left high school, the promise she had kept this far. Lana dabbed your cut-up knees and shins with cotton balls dipped in alcohol. Blood had dripped down your legs and gathered and your socks. The brunette padded your knees and taped them with some medical tape she had found. They were pretty nasty gnashes after all.

Lana wiped blood from a smaller cut on your chin and dried it. It wasn't bleeding anymore. Your arms and palms were a different story.

You had unconsciously clenched your hands while you walked through Lana's house and upon opening them realised that blood had pooled.

"Oh, baby-" Lana started, stopping herself when she realised what had come out of her mouth. She went straight to cleaning your arms and applying bandages to your other injuries.

"Did you just call me 'baby'?"

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't thinking straight."

You cocked your head at her. "I didn't think there was ever a straight thought in your head, baby."

Lana stared at you with a shocked expression.

"Too much?" You asked. You answer was a kiss as Lana pulled your legs around her waist and carried you over to her couch.

Careful not to disturb any of your injuries, Lana knelt between your legs and her tongue beckoned entrance to your mouth.

Your hands found at each other’s closed as you shift your bodies to straddle her.

Lana stripped off your running top and threw in onto the couch while you worked at the buttons on her blouse, only to be interrupted by the sound of the turning lock at the front door.

You hissed a profanity as you got your shirt back on as quickly as you could and fetched a glass of water to seem less suspicious whilst Lana tidied herself up.

“Afternoon, Lana,” her husband muttered as he strod towards her, taking her by the waist and kissing her. It almost felt as though he knew to prove something to you. Like he wanted to show you that on paper Lana was his. You bit your tongue and turned away, a pang of annoyance coursed through you as you saw Lana's lips on another, even if you knew she didn't want it. Even if you knew that he was completely cold towards her.

Oliver glared at you. "Why are you over here this time, hm?" he asked. "Isn't it a little inappropriate to be in your teacher's house so often?"

You rolled your eyes hard to keep the absolute diva inside you at bay. You turned to him and gave a coy smile. "I'm here as a neighbour," you retorted. Your heart smiled at Lana's silent chuckle. "I fell outside, and Ms. Winters cleaned me up." You motioned to the pads on your knees which were almost beginning to bleed through.

Lana shook her head at you, blushing slightly at your tone. Oliver shrugged as if your answer was satisfactory enough for him.

"I also came over because my mom wanted to know if the both of you wanted to come for dinner tomorrow night," you said. Lana's eyebrow raised as if to ask when you would stop trying to grind at Oliver. You knew rightly that he left for New York in the morning.

Oliver hummed to himself. "I'm afraid I won't be able to come, but I'm sure Lana would feel more than comfortable by herself."

Lana stared at him. "What does that even mean?"

Oliver shrugged. "Well, you're very comfortable with your student and her mother as it is. You don't need me around anyways," he said, he gripped Lana's wrist hard for a moment and released again when she winced.

Oliver stalked out of the kitchen and you stayed where you were until you hear his office door close upstairs.

Lana breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands to her head as you approached her with open arms. Lana lent into your embrace. “That was far too close, Y/N,” she whispered, her fingers tight around your arms. “Maybe we should stop doing that for a little while.”

You pursed your lips. You had felt Lana growing more detached for a while, worried that someone would find out before you would make it known.

Lana pressed her lips against your neck softly, laying them up to your jawline. “I like you, Y/N,” she whispered softly. “I can’t let anything bad happen.”

You shook your head to get her to stop talking. “How about you just come around tomorrow? We can watch a movie before my mom comes back. A little movie date, hm?” You played with a lock of her hair and put your forehead against hers.

Saturday morning came quickly. Your mom was still at work.

8am.

Oliver would have been gone for two hours and you had another few hours before your mom came home in the late afternoon.

You were quick to change into something comfortable and grab something to eat. Your relationship with food had been rocky for a while. Somedays you found yourself comfortable with your eating; you were careful with what you consumed out of your enjoyment for en bon santé which your mother often beamed upon, simply happy that her daughter didn’t have a constant craving for junk food. Other days however, you often found yourself over-calculating the calories in your head. It was so often a game of numbers that you were determined to win. Spitting snacks into the bin without thinking.

Lana had noticed your behaviour straight away and walked you through old tips.

“Food is not your enemy, sweetheart,” she told you as she watched you throw a napkin into a bin. One of your dates, you had got boba and waffles together.

You shrugged it off, but Lana stopped you. “You don’t get out of talking about this, Y/N,” she said. You had walked through a park and sat in the roots of a massive oak tree. You were against the tree and Lana lay between your legs with her back against your stomach.

“It’s nothing, Lana,” you said. It was true, in fairness you hadn’t thought about it as much other than a way to have a few snacks without worrying about what you were eating.

Lana propped herself up on you. “Well, no matter what it is I’m here for you to talk, and I’m not going. I was a teenager once too; I remember the pressure. But-” The brunette took your face in her hand and planted you a kiss. “-for what it’s worth, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

A knock came at your side door, followed by its opening and Lana walking in through your kitchen as you had advised.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she cooed as you strode into her arms for a hug. She planted a kiss on your forehead then stood against the counter, watching you make breakfast.

Your excitement to see your soulmate had almost made you forget that you were standing with only a crop top and shorts on. Although Lana clearly didn’t mind. “What are you staring at?” You giggled with a plate of pancakes in hand, reaching in to give Lana a quick kiss on the lips.

Lana rolled here eyes at you playfully and took your outstretched hand. “Any movies you want to watch?” You asked, smiling at the gratification you got as you felt her lace her fingers through yours.

You used your hips to force your bedroom door open, letting go of Lana’s hand for a moment to walk in. You noticed she wasn’t moving.

“Y/N, I meant what I said when I don’t want to go further than kissing you before you left school,” she said quietly.

You chuckled. “You don’t know me as well as you think. I don’t have sex in my bed. I like it too much to ruin the sheets,” you replied. Lana still looked unconvinced. “I only brought you up because I want to cuddle. In my bed. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can go to the living room with a blanket. It’s up to you, baby.”

Lana thought it over for a minute before straightening up and following you to her bed. She lay down first, and you lay down on top of her with your head between her chest and shoulder, your arm and leg draped over her body slightly.

You had chosen to watch Nine-To-Five. Brilliant movie in your opinion. Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, and Dolly Parton. You used to watch it all the time with your mom after she left your father. It was one of those movies from the 80’s which always made you feel on top of the world after. Or maybe that was just Jane Fonda’s general influence.

You relaxed into Lana as you felt her hand lay down on your back, tracing swirling patterns in your skin that made your heartbeat at a hundred miles on hour.

You talked during the movie. Lana told you about anymore nightmares that Oliver had stirred up for her with the divorce that seemed to be going nowhere. She had even stopped wearing her necklace unless she knew that only you would see it.

Your mom came home a few hours later, after you had changed your clothes and went downstairs to look a little less inconspicuous. Your mother seemed to the think nothing of it, but for Lana it was a different story, and you could sense it in her.

“You better not be up to what I think you’re up to, Y/N,” your mom muttered when Lana excused herself to the bathroom during dinner, looking straight at you and taking a sip of her wine.

“Which would be...?”

Mom set her glass down hard. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. She’s your teacher.”

Your mother’s ability to clock almost every single little thing never failed to amaze you.

“I’m nineteen in two weeks.”

Your mom waved. “Oh yea, sure. You’re nineteen in two weeks, that changed everything,” she muttered, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “Are you crazy?”

You debated answering that, given that it would’ve been a “yes.”

“The only reason that I’m not absolutely swinging arms with her, nor is she on my hit list, is because I saw the necklace,” she said.

“What about them?”

Your mom glared. “What do you mean, ‘what about them?’” She had a way of repeating what you said in a humorous tone when you said something silly. “I know that she’s your soulmate, Y/N. It still goes that you’re a student and she’s your teacher. Please, for both of your sakes end it for collage before one or the both of you get into trouble, hm?”

Your mom left to clean her dishes and Lana returned, your mom’s words still haunting you.

At the end of the night, your mom hugged Lana goodbye, telling her she was welcome over anytime. When your mom was visibly distracted you walked Lana outside.

“You know I could hear the conversation with your mom, right?” She spoke. You had been hoping to avoid having a conversation about this. “I don’t necessarily think she’s wrong.”

You broke away from Lana’s eyes and trained them on the ground, trying to compartmentalise her words.

“Listen, so far we’re just casual. Let’s put this to rest before something bad happens, and then as soon as your finished school I’m going to take you on a date to the nicest restaurant in the state,” she said.

“Casual,” is what she called it. You nodded your head and muttered goodnight. Lana, although noticing your behaviour, replied back, and left to her own house again.

Your mom stood in the hall. “I’m impressed,” she said. “I honestly didn’t think you would do it.”

You shrugged. “I didn’t.”

After that night, school was less enjoyable. You had even went as far as lodging a request to move to another class. You had barely been able to bring yourself to look at Lana from the sheer embarrassment. The request, to your dismay was denied and you had to face the added humiliation of Lana knowing that you had tried to leave the class and failed.

“You could at least talk to me about it,” she said when she asked you to stay behind. “You’ve barely glanced at me in the last two weeks.”

You shrugged again.

You felt like you had nothing to stay. Still stung from “casual.”

It was clearly bothering Lana, and you knew that her ego was the only thing that was keeping her composure. You knew it clearly didn’t help when Manny, the quarterback on the football team gave you a massive promposal in the cafeteria.

It was a gimmick. You’d been best friends with Manny since you were a child and he often flirted with you jokingly in class. Lana didn’t know of the extent of your friendship with him and you knew it stung her with jealousy to see the handsome, popular, insanely talented football player giving you all the attention.

Even Manny’s boyfriend, who lived in Arizona, teased you about the joke flirting.

You turned around, noticing Lana’s eyes fall when you looked at her.

You accepted, and boy were you in for it with Lana now.

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[moonlightreal]

This is the “author’s note” I found on the amazon pages for the pretty hardcover Night World books.  My memory is that it was just there, the book-blurb at the top by the cover picture, was this. 

Like a bonehead I just copied the text without grabbing a screencap or noting the date.  The amazon page now has the publication date is December 2016 so this bit of optimism was just before Ms. Smith vanished.  Of course we don’t know when it was written or whose idea it was.  Was Strange Fate really finished or was someone just feeling hopeful? 

NIGHT WORLD Dear Readers, It’s hard to tell you how much the re-release of the Night World books means to me. It has allowed me to come full circle, to complete a cycle that began with Secret Vampire. It has allowed me to finish Strange Fate, which grew into an epic that included roles for almost every Night World character. And Strange Fate allowed me to show the origins of the Night World, the apocalypse that threatens to destroy it, and even a possible future in which the evil side of the Night World prevails. I am often asked how I conceived the idea for the Night World series. It began when I wanted to write stand-alone novels that would combine horror and romance. But I wanted more: I wanted to do a series in which this Night World—a vast, secret world that exists within the everyday world—would slowly reveal itself to readers. That’s why the first book is called Secret Vampire: the inhabitants of the Night World, composed of vampires, shapeshifters, witches, and other supernatural creatures I wanted to invent, are hidden from humans. A vampire is necessarily a secret vampire … because of the laws. I also wanted to write about a new kind of forbidden love. That’s not easy—most good forbidden love topics were old by Shakespeare’s time. But with this series, I could create the possibility of forbidden love simply by saying that the laws of the Night World prohibit a Night Person from falling in love with a human. But I still needed one more ingredient. I needed the rise of the soulmate principle to actively force Night People to fall in love with humans, no matter how hard they fought against it. Voilà! Then it was just a matter of making up interesting characters and setting them loose in my head to see what they would do. I often begin like that: sitting in a quiet room and searching for a sparkle in my mind that could become my new heroine. Sometimes it’s easy and a whole character shimmers before me. Sometimes I only get the faintest firefly glimmer of a new girl, and I have to hold my breath and see if that glimmer will materialize into a three-dimensional person. Heroes and anti-heroes are easier. It’s just a matter of picking one that will be a true soulmate for my heroine. I have a whole collection of these characters in my mind, all trying to crash the party. And they’re usually bad boys. The settings and in-depth plot development are another layer of work. But often the characters just run off and do what they want, and I have trouble keeping up with their antics on my keyboard. One thing I always do is look carefully at my characters and plot from all angles to make sure I’m not plagiarizing a book or series that I may have read before. That’s just normal procedure for ethical authors: we make sure our stories aren’t too much like another story we might have read. Of course, there are many ideas that have been around since the Babylonian myths, and many characters that are archetypal. But, really, it’s almost impossible to take many things from the body of another author’s work—say, someone else’s character(s) or plot or story device—without actually intending to do so. I can’t imagine wanting to do that. I wish I could say every author felt the same. Poppy North is a character I examined very carefully. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t too much like Bonnie McCullough, another petite character of mine from The Vampire Diaries. I didn’t even want to plagiarize myself ! But Poppy convinced me that she was a tough little squirt who by high school had already planned out her future, which is very unlike Bonnie. Poppy was going to marry her mysterious friend James—she just hadn’t informed him yet. Also, unlike Bonnie, she had a fatal flaw in her small body. In Secret Vampire, I knew I was dealing with a serious issue: terminal cancer in a high school girl. So I did a lot of research before deciding on a type of cancer that would be truly inoperable and give Poppy only a month or two to live. I went to several hospitals to talk to nurses in oncology wards. I always brought toys for the hospitalized children, but the whole subject was so heartbreaking I was almost afraid to tackle it. Once I did, though, I found that Poppy was even stronger than I had imagined. In the book, she makes the only choice she can to go on living, and she never looks back. Poppy is one of my favorite girls, and she ushers in Ash Redfern, who quickly became one of my favorite bad boys. Ash has a murky past of womanizing and … well, more womanizing. Ash returns in Daughters of Darkness because he has been ordered by the leader of all vampires, Hunter Redfern, to bring his three runaway sisters back to their cloistered vampire island. But when Ash locates his sisters, he runs straight into the human stargazer Mary-Lynnette, and the sparks begin flying—literally. Mary-Lynnette is a character I made up when I was a kid, and I’m always surprised by how many people like her and Ash together. Mary-Lynnette spends most of the time expressing her feelings for Ash by kicking him in the shins, but their dialogues are some of my favorite passages in the whole series. Ash, in turn, escorts Quinn into the series. And Quinn (who does have a first name, though he rarely uses it) is one really scary guy. A vampire since 1639 A.D., Quinn is sharp, cold, humorless, and heartless. Unlike Ash, who is mainly guilty of an incredibly long series of one-night stands, Quinn enters the series as a human slave trader. That is, he provides vampires with young girls, and he doesn’t ask questions about what happens to the girls afterward. This led to a problem: How on earth was I going to redeem this villain enough to make him someone’s soulmate in The Chosen? I really sweated over that. My first task was to make Quinn more sympathetic. The best way to do it seemed to be by telling a bit of Quinn’s own tragic story: how he falls in love with sweet Dove Redfern, and how her vampire father decides to make Quinn his heir. Dove’s father is Hunter Redfern, one of the most important vampire leaders in Night World history. This is the same Hunter Redfern who, nearly half a millennium later, sends Ash to drag his sisters back home. The same Hunter Redfern who sends his daughter, Lily, after Jez in Huntress. The same Hunter Redfern who tries to turn Delos into a merciless killer in Black Dawn. But, as a boy, Quinn doesn’t know anything about the Night World, and he is deeply in love with gentle Dove. When Hunter makes him a vampire by force and then when Quinn can’t save Dove from being killed, Quinn’s heart freezes over. For four hundred years it accumulates ice—until he meets Rashel. That’s another favorite scene of mine: when Rashel, a dedicated vampire hunter since (guess who?) Hunter Redfern killed her mother, encounters Quinn. A group of Rashel’s fellow vampire slayers have captured Quinn and plan to torture him, and Rashel is left alone to guard him. Quinn, feeling old and tired despite his youthful appearance and great power, gives himself up for dead—and is a little glad to do so. Rashel, however, can’t stomach the idea of torture. When Rashel talks to this most-hated vampire and hears his story, she deliberately sets him free. And that astonishes him. But it’s the soulmate principle working its magic. I loved making two such strong-willed enemies succumb to the silver cord that connects them. I especially loved hearing Quinn warning Rashel not to let him go—and then protecting her when her comrades arrive back in time to see that she’s let him loose. I really loved writing about Quinn and Rashel’s soulmate sequences. As Rashel enters Quinn’s mind, she sees “thorny scary parts” but also “rainbow places that were aching to grow” and “other parts that seemed to quiver with light, desperate to be awakened.” She begins to think that people ask so little of themselves. If the mind of a slave trader can look like this, an ordinary person must have the power to become a saint. It is with this revelation (and much penance on Quinn’s part) that Quinn is redeemed. That’s the thread that binds all the novels together: redemption. The possibility of a second chance. Everyone has choices to make, but even the most evil of vampires can choose to atone and be redeemed. It may not necessarily stave off punishment in this world or the next, but redemption is possible. I’ve been asked who my favorite characters are, and the answer always changes because it depends on the book I’m writing. Right now my favorites are three characters from Strange Fate. As for my favorite couples in the published books? Morgead and Jez—I suppose. Who would find themselves at greater odds than a vampire gang leader and his onetime superior, a vampire who finds out she is half human? I learned some cool martial arts moves as a bonus for writing about them. Then there is Keller, one of my all-time favorite heroines, and Iliana, the beautiful Witch Child, and Galen, ruler of the shapeshifters: the love triangle in Witchlight. Keller starts out seeming brusque and businesslike, but the love of Galen and of the unselfish Iliana help to heal her inner wounds. And I can’t forget Thierry and Hannah, and Circle Daybreak. I created Circle Daybreak because the Night World witches had only two clans: Circle Twilight and Circle Midnight. Those, like Thea in Spellbinder, who belong to Circle Twilight are not-so-wicked witches (that is, they don’t want to exterminate all humans like the darkest witches, those who belong to Circle Midnight), but they are still wicked enough. So what was to be done with all these new soulmates, when Night World law said that they must be put to death? Someone had to make a place for them where they would be safe, and I decided it was Thierry, one of the oldest vampires, and Hannah, his Old Soul soulmate, who has lived hundreds of lifetimes without ever reaching the age of seventeen. They are the ones who revive Circle Daybreak, where humans and Night People can forget about past tragedies and concentrate on a brighter future together. Although Thierry is an old vampire, he isn’t the oldest vampire. There is one older, the one who Changed him. She provides another thread that binds the series: the pitiless Maya. Maya is the first vampire, the witch who finds the secret of eternal life—and chooses to use it for evil. But there will be plenty more about her, including a look at the young Maya, her sister Hellewise, and their mother, Hecate Witch-Queen, in the upcoming Strange Fate. And so now I’ve come full circle, back to Strange Fate. But I can’t finish until I add the other joy that the re-release of Night World has brought me. It’s brought me into contact with you by e-mail. Night World fans write so many intelligent, articulate, courteous, exciting e-mails! I love to get messages from “old” fans, who say my works “got them through high school.” Thank you for them! And messages from new fans, who say they have just read all my reissued books—and are impatient for more. Thank you! And the messages that simply demand: “When is Strange Fate coming out?” Thank you, too! With a full heart, all I can say is thank you, thank you, and thank you again! I never thought I would have a chance to write an open letter to all Night World fans, and I can only wish that you knew how grateful I am … for this second chance. Sincerely, (LJ Smith signature image) P.S. I love to get e-mail, letters, and messages. Visit me at ljanesmith.net!

[hoochy-coo]

Omg ws anon is online 👀 can I ask a few questions? Ws anon which else pr stunt like holivia are there that you don't buy thing that they're trying to sell? I remember you said you didn't buy Benn a and ana D, I cloud be wrong but correct me anyway, lovee to know your opinion

Most of these are just my opinion and some I've learned through friends who worked closely with celebs. But yeah I don't buy BenAnna. I could buy they could have had a relationship of some sort, but imo it was mostly pr run. I don't buy Bennifer 2.0 as entirely sincere either although I think there's something real because I don't think JLo is capable of being single. Anyway I'm not saying I think these are pure pr but Kaley/Henry, Abelena, Hiddleswift, Haylor, Taylor2x, Chris/Jenny, Tyler/Gigi, Timmy/Lily

That's all I can think off right now

ws anon, who is known to be extremely natural but has a had a looot of work done and who is known to have had a lot of work done but hasn’t?

I can't say with confidence whom, but I do think a lot of women who claim they're all natural aren't or had at least had botox/filler. I told you guys before that I had my nose done so I'm never shaming anyone for having work done anyway.

ws anon, who would you say in the industry is a lot nicer than they are known publicly and who would you dayz known publicly as being nice but actually isn’t?

Angie? She had a lot of bad rep awhile back but I heard from a friend she's nice. Guarded and not exactly friendly but she's nice. I've never personally had a bad experience with Kendall, but I won't discount the possibility of other people's encounters. Kim K is really nice as well. Brie Larson tends to be awkward and introverted from what I heard but she's actually nicer than the aura she gives off.

As for those publicly known as being nice but actually isn't. I'm just going on with popular celebs since I think the b-c listers just don't get talked about a lot to have a rep. Anyway Ryan Reynolds first comes to mind. Idk what's Cate Blanchett's rep if she's nice but apparently she isn't lmao.

ws anon: any tea on ms billie eilish???

None sorry

WS anon: anything good or bad on Florence Pugh?

A friend worked on Midsommar and said she's really nice and professional. She's really easy to bond with but she also expects you to work professionally when it's time. My friend said despite the fact Flo's really nice, she won't hesitate to correct you or be straight when she needs to. My friend actually likes the way Flo doesn't sugarcoat.

WS anon have you ever met Angelina? Do you have any tea on her or just any story about her? She seems to be really nice

When I was a kid my dad brought me to see her on set but in general she's really guarded. I did hear she was nice though, even my dad says so. But she doesn't easily let people in her circle.

Ws anon or you or any other anon, there was any bad blood at the little women bts? I personally think it was weird Emma lack of interaction with others, not only not really promoting but the other march sister actress stayed together and she was apart, pictures and such and such. I’ve also heard thoughts that flopugh and saoirse do not vibe. What do you think about it?

I heard the Emma rumors with the cast and the director were real.

ws anon!! any inside info on Kobe or Vanessa Bryant? 🥰🥰

Do you want me to break your heart?

Has WS annon got any gossip about Taylor Swift?

Just pre-1989 and even pre-red Taylor. I heard Taylor squared she wasn't really into and that she has even thinner skin than people think she just happens to be very well media trained. During 1989 and beyond her info security is incredibly tight though. If you're asking if she's nice, my friend who works for awards show events says Taylor is nice but you also know she's incredibly media trained.

- Worcestershire Sauce Anon

I've seen the Eternals btw

!!!

Break our hearts with the Kobe and Vanessa tea (if it’s what I think it is then I feel like I already know)

Also, is the eternals as bad as everyone says it is or are marvel fans just unable to appreciate it?

[starfirelove]

Happy birthday to the wonderful @imliterallyvirgilandlogan!! You are an absolutely amazing person and I love you to death.

(Apparently I’m incapable of writing fluff without angst so um enjoy this fluffy angsty mess. To be fair Sirius Black on Mother’s Day is basically a recipe for an inevitably angsty disaster.)

Something About Mother’s Day

(I can’t come up with creative titles)

Sirius sat on the edge of his bed watching Peter, James, and Remus finalize cards and wrap up gifts. It was Mother’s Day. His absolute least favorite day of the year.

Sirius had had bad experiences with Mother’s Day in the past. At the Black residence it was never a time of sweet celebration and kindness, it was always some dull party that was really just an excuse to showcase their wealth. Alternatively it was a meeting with all the Sacred 28 members. Sirius has found that those were the worst Mother’s Days. Sitting at a table, back straight, giving small, perfunctory nods to everyone he encountered and answering awkward questions about being in Gryffindor and producing heirs (he was 16 for god sake).

It had to be around noon when he finally decided that he should leave. There was no use in bringing everyone down with his feelings about this holiday.

Hopping off the bed, Sirius made his way to the door.

“Honestly, my mum is too nice for her own good. Last Mother’s Day she sent me a gift— Sirius where are you going?” James had stopped halfway through his sentence, glasses slipping down his nose as he peered over the top of them at his friend.

Sirius shrugged. “Nowhere in particular.”

Peter cocked his head to the side curiously, while James and Remus narrowed their eyes in suspicion.

“Sirius is something—“ but Sirius was gone before Remus had even finished his question.

Peter turned to the other two boys. “Do you think it’s because…” he started.

“Probably,” James and Remus said in unison.

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Sirius found himself sitting by the lake. If he was being quite honest with himself he couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten out there in the first place. His mind had been swimming with images of that past winter.

Drunken screams and broken glass. Flashes of light of every color. And pain. Excruciating pain. The faint crack of broken bones— it had taken him a while to realize that they’d been his bones broken — and the sharp metallic scent of blood. Everything had been hazy after that. Regulus’ hands on him, silently cursing and muttering about something that Sirius had been too pain weary to try and listen to. Two flashes of green light— one that smelt sickly sweet and poisonous, death laced in every syllable. The other, light and warm and smelling slightly of ash and burnt wood. Then he passed out in the Potters living room to the sounds of James screaming for his parents.

A light tap on his shoulder almost made him jump. He looked behind him and almost jumped again when he saw who it was. He quickly schooled his features into something befitting the infamous Sirius Black — Marauder and mischief maker extraordinaire.

“Ms Evans, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

Lily rolled her eyes at him. “Shut up, Black.”

Sirius laughed. Since becoming a prefect Lily and Remus had begun to hang out more. Which meant that Sirius saw more of her than he had in previous years and it also meant that she seemed to hate him significantly less. By significantly less he meant he would say hello to her in the halls and she wouldn’t completely ignore him. Unless of course James was around. Then she’d just leave.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s up? This has to be the longest conversation we’ve had all year.” A grin lit up his face. “What, have I finally started to grow on you?”

Lily turned slightly red and scowled at him. “No.” She said firmly. Then, “I just saw you sitting outside alone and I thought I’d make sure you didn’t get eaten by the giant squid. Actually, on second thought, I wouldn’t mind if the giant squid ate you.”

Sirius laughed again. “Isaura wouldn’t hurt me. We’re best friends.”

Lily snorted. “I’m sure that’s exactly what she thought when she threw you out of the lake last summer.”

Sirius shrugged. “Our relationship might have its ups and downs but I promise you we’ll withstand the test of time.”

“You’re an idiot,” Lily sighed. Then she peered down at Sirius. Sirius got the odd sense that she was analyzing him with that piercing green gaze.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” she asked. He’d been correct.

Out of instinct he said. “Nope. Everything’s all good.”

Lily didn’t buy it for a second. “Uh huh sure. You’re sitting outside, by yourself, skipping stones across the lake while staring forlornly at the horizon. Not to mention it’s fucking freezing outside and you’re not even wearing a jacket. Meanwhile I just came from the common room where your friends are being idiots as usual.”

Sirius winced. She had a point.

“You don’t hide your emotions nearly as well as you think,” Lily finished.

Sirius grumbled something about meddling redheads that made Lily smile.

Lily chewed her bottom lip for a second before sighing and plopping down next to Sirius. Sirius glanced at her in confusion.

“Not going to run away screaming this time, Evans?”

“Har har.”

It was another few seconds of silence before Lily turned to Sirius.

“I heard about what...happened...over winter break,” she said cautiously.

The small smile that had been creeping onto Sirius’ face died immediately.

“I suppose Snivellous told you then.”

Lily bit her lip, fighting a retort against the nickname.

“Doesn’t matter where I heard it from. I just— what I’m trying to say is...I get it.”

Sirius snapped his head to her so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash.

“You get it,” he asked, voice nothing shot of venomous. “Oh I’m sure you ‘get it’. Because everyone understands what it’s like to be—“ he stopped short at the silencing hand the girl held up.

Sometimes the power Lily Evans commanded over people amazed him.

“Easy, Black. That’s not what I meant.”

Sirius gave her a look that clearly said well then what did you mean?

Lily sighed again, it sounded sad this time. Sirius almost felt bad for snapping at her. Almost.

“What I meant was...I know what it’s like to not have the best relationship with family members. And my situation is definitely nothing on yours,” she said quickly when she heard Sirius’ scoff. “But I know what it’s like to be the hated one— the outcast. And it sucks. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, least of all you.”

Sirius stared at her but Lily kept speaking. “You’re a good person, Sirius. Annoying? Yes. Arrogant? Totally. A bit self absorbed? Definitely. But you’re a good person. You care about your friends and they care about you. Nothing your bitch of a mother says or does will ever change that.”

Sirius snorted at that last part. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Sirius was silent again, debating on whether or not he should ask Lily the question that was now swimming in his mind.

“Hey Lil—“

“My sister,” Lily cut him off. “You were going to ask who in my family it was, right? It’s my sister Petunia. She’s hated me since I got my letter.”

Sirius winced slightly. He definitely knew a thing or two about difficult sibling relationships.

He didn’t apologize though. She wouldn’t want to hear that. Instead he said, “Yikes.”

“Much yikes,” Lily agreed.

“I meant what I said, y’know. About your friends. They really love you, Sirius. I mean you and James are basically brothers — practically joined at the hip. You and Peter are always laughing about something. And Remus,” she paused for a moment, as if debating on what her next words were going to be. “Remus, especially. He cares.”

For the millionth time that morning Sirius gaped still Lily. “What do you mean especially Re—“

“Speak of the devils,” Lily said, interrupting him and climbing to her feet. “I think I’d best be off now.”

Sirius squinted into the distance. He could vaguely make out his three friends picking their way across the wet grass towards them.

“Well Black it’s been fun. I swear I’ll kill you if you let it slip we ‘hung out’,” Lily said, framing her words in air quotes. Despite her menacing tone she was smiling.

“I don’t doubt it,” Sirius laughed.

Lily sent him one last smile before quickly setting off across the grass.

She was halfway to the greenhouses when the other three arrived at Sirius’ side.

James, in typical James fashion called out, “Hey Evans! How about you come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Sirius snorted at James as he watched Lily flip him the finger and shout something that sounded like “In your dreams, Potter,” over her shoulder before she disappeared around a corner, red hair flying around her face.

“Trying to steal James’ girlfriend?” Peter teased.

“Yeah!” James said, rounding on him. “What was that about.”

Sirius barked out a laugh. “You wound me Jamie. You really think I’d steal the future Mrs Potter from you?”

James spluttered incoherently at him. “Besides,” Sirius continued. “I’m not really into girls that psychoanalyze me.”

Remus snorted. “Yeah, she does that.”

Sirius looked up at Remus, reveling in the way the early morning sun turned his brown hair gold. He couldn't help staring at him, but could you blame him? Remus Lupin was beautiful in just about every way you could be. Inside and out. His mind flashed to what Lily had said about Remus. She couldn’t know that he was in love with Remus...could she? And she certainly hadn’t meant...had she? No, he thought firmly. She definitely hadn’t meant that. The odds of Remus liking him back were about 1 in a million and Sirius had never been high on good luck.

It seemed as though James had just remembered how far off the straight spectrum Sirius Black was because he said, “Oh...right...yeah…”

Sirius laughed at him. James’ face suddenly turned serious. “Right. Back to what we’re here for,” He said. “It’s Mother’s Day and Mumis fully expecting a card from both of her sons.”

Sirius gave him a confused look. “What do you mean both...?”

“Oh please,” James scoffed. “You heard what Mum said to Walburga on the platform back in January.”

Sirius very clearly remembered. Euphemia had looked down right murderous when she’d said, “And if you ever touch my sons again, Walburga, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Even his mother, the unshakable Walburga Black, had taken a step back. Sirius had no doubts that Euphemia would make good on her threat. He smiled to himself. She kinda reminded him of Lily.

“And anyways you’ve been a Potter since the moment I met you.”

“He’s right,” Remus said, nudging Sirius with his foot. “You were a Potter long before you were formally adopted by them.”

“Exactly,” James said, nodding at Remus. “Now hurry up and sign the damn card. There’s going to be hell to pay if she doesn’t get a gift from both of us.”

James extended a hand to Sirius, which he accepted and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Best get started on that card then,” he said.

The four of them headed back across the lawn. Remus leaned down close to Sirius, his hair tickling the side of his face.

“What’d Lily say,” he asked softly in his ear.

Sirius repressed a shudder, mentally chiding himself at his reaction. Just friends. Just friends, he thought to himself. He sent a glance in Remus direction. Curious green eyes met grey and Sirius sighed. Taking what Lily had said to heart would really just be wishful thinking.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Hmm,” Remus said, unconvinced, but he didn’t press it.

Sirius grinned at him.

Despite the answer that Sirius had given Remus, something definitely had changed between Lily and Sirius. And though neither of them would ever admit it at the time, from that day forth Lily Evans and Sirius Black were most definitely friends.

[pulaasul]

Encounter with the Grim

Billy encounters a grimm, an omen that has killed a lot of wizards and witches upon seeing it.

[FFN] [AO3]

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Billy, still in his Captain Marvel form he named William, just watched Professor Mcgonagall and Colin exit the shop, no doubt returning to Hogwarts.

The journalist shook his head as he gathered the quill and parchment he had brought to for his meeting with Creevey. For all the boy's faults, Billy can see the boy's potential as a photojournalist both in the magical world and the non-magic world,

Billy couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered everything he knew about the boy. He had to admit that despite the boy's tendency to be overexcited and to hero-worship someone, he was a quick study and was enthusiastic to learn.

In fact, Billy can see himself in the boy, overexcitement and all. He had once fanboy-ed so hard after meeting some of the heroes in his home universe. He can still remember how he and Freddy gushed about meeting Superman in person.

Billy's twin, despite her disapproval of his and Freddy's hero-worship at both Superman, Batman and many others in the league, Mary was also prone to bouts of being a fangirl over the female heroes like Wonder Woman, Hawk Girl, Black Canary and even Supergirl, even if the both of them had arguments when the two of them met.

Billy was thankful that the league, and their respective proteges, were open minded and accepting of their quirks, even after his age was revealed to the whole team.

Can you blame them? They were kids doing an adults job. It was the ultimate power fantasy, a dream come true.

Of course, when they met Eugene, Pedro and Darla, they also expressed the same kind of open mindedness to the three of them, despite their blatant fanboy and fangirl attitudes towards them, especially after the six of them were placed in the same group home.

It was only right to show the same courtesy to Colin because he too was once in the same boat as him.

Billy shook his head as he deposited the quill and parchment inside his pockets, after reducing their size, and bid farewell to the shopkeeper.

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As soon as William exited the shop to the cold air of Hogsmeade, a black dog was growling and barking at him. He couldn't figure out why the canine was hostile towards him.

"There boy, there, there." William cautiously approached the growling black dog. "I won't hurt you." He raised his hands in the air, as if in surrender.

Suddenly, the black dog bit on his jeans, the dog's teeth sunk unto his pants and impatiently pulled on his legs that told William to follow him.

"Calm down boy, I can't follow if you keep dragging my legs," William chided. "I would pretty much prefer to follow you with my legs intact rather than lose them."

The black dog heeded the request and released his hold unto William's jeans, gave out a growl then barked impatiently before running off.

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"The shrieking shack."

At the very end of Hogsmeade's territory, was the infamous abandoned house that a lot of villagers thought was haunted as some had heard screams coming from inside, hence the name 'Shrieking Shack'.

As soon as William closed the door, one more person entered the house from a different entrance, one Professor Remus Lupin.

"I see, so this must be the infamous Sirius Black."

One of the many advantages of the Wisdom of Solomon was that, if he chose to, he can instantly learn of anyone's identity alongside their strengths and weaknesses. In utilizing this power, he immediately knew of the black dog's identity, that being of the dog animagus, Sirius Black.

Without the need to hide his identity, the dog transfigured himself back into his human form.

"I was not aware that we knew each other." The man who had been a dog glared at William in distrust. "I don't remember telling anyone of my status as an animagus."

"You didn't need to." William shrugged. "I simply cast a spell to know your identity, which I will not divulge, it's a spell that only the higher-ups of MACUSA know about."

The explanation was not an outright lie, it just wasn't a conventional spell in this world, acquiring the knowledge through the Wisdom of Solomon and all.

"So you were a MACUSA auror." Remus deduced. "That's why you remained collected when a simple muggle studies during dinner revealed Peter Pettigrew's survival."

"So Ron Weasley was telling the truth." Sirius muttered to himself.

"You actually met your godson?" William raised an eyebrow. "I hope you didn't try to drag one of his friends through their feet, like you did to me today. For a dog you have a surprising amount of jaw strength, comparable to that of a wild wolf."

"I did entertain the idea," Sirius grinned. "But no, I ultimately commissioned the services of one half-kneazle and half-cat to bring them to the shack."

"So that's how you were able to get inside the Gryffindor dorms!" Remus raised an accusing finger. "Poor Neville got chewed out by Professor Mcgonagall."

"Is there any particular reason why you felt the need to drag me here Mr. Black?" William raised an eyebrow.

"Right, knowing now that you're an auror, I would like for you to protect me, against any and all who would say that I should be kissed on sight by dementors." Sirius explained. "I would like to spend some time with my godson without trying to evade the ministry's department of magical law enforcement."

"Why come to me?" William asked. "As I recall, you were a member of Professor Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix."

"Y-you know of the order?" Remus gasped.

"That's irrelevant for now." William shook his head. "I'd like for an answer if you don't mind."

"I came to you because I knew you were from the Americas from what Remus told me" Sirius admitted. "I knew that the ICW would be involved, or at the very least MACUSA would be involved, if you were there to witness how the ministry would react."

"Huh, a Slytherin trait, I suppose it's to be expected considering your family name."

"They were my first teachers before entering Hogwarts." The dog animagus shrugged.

"Don't take him!" A voice exclaimed from the entrance Remus walked through. "He's innocent."

"Messers Potter and Weasley and Ms. Granger, please show yourself."

From the entrance were indeed Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger. All three of them immediately rushed to the Black as if to protect the older man from William.

"Relax, the three of you." William assured. "I know he's innocent."

"But you're still going to hand him over to the ministry." Harry exclaimed. "They'd have him kissed immediately."

"Calm down Harry." Remus soothed his student. "That is the very reason why Mr. Batson's here." He assured the boy. "To make sure that nothing would happen to your godfather."

"Please show yourself Professor Snape." William sighed.

Another person went through the entrance Remus walked through and it was indeed Professor Snape.

"It's quite a gathering we have here Black." Professor Snape sneered. "You may have escaped the first time, but it won't happen the second time."

"Please calm yourself Professor Snape." William sighed. "As of this moment, Mr. Black has just surrendered himself to me as such he falls under my protection."

"What do you mean Batson?!"

"I mean what I said Professor Snape." William bluntly stated. "If you so much as harm a single strand of hair from Mr. Black there will be consequences."

"Is that a threat?" Professor Snape growled.

"A mere statement." William shook his head. "I take it that you followed Mr. Potter and his friends here?"

"Yes, it was past curfew."

"You children should've just stayed put inside the castle." William chided."

"But-"

"I know how you feel Mr. Potter, the injustice done against your godfather needs to be corrected however in doing what you have done now, further complicates the situation," William explained. "As for you Mr. Black, had you surrendered when Pettigrew was still in Ministry Custody, things would have been simple and clean," He sighed. "As it stands now, your former friend has escaped custody and complicates things further."

"Escaped custody?"

"You mean he managed to escape, like what Ron said a month ago?" Hermoine gasped. "I thought that couldn't be true, the ministry couldn't be that incompetent. Could they?"

"I trust the words of the department head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement over your minister, no offense." William sighed. "An unforgivable curse was used and as we all know those curses cannot be countered."

"In any case, I will make sure Mr. Black is given a dose of veritaserum after he visits a mind healer, Azkaban couldn't have been good for you."

"As for you Professor Snape, I suggest that you deduct 25 points for each student for their stunt today alongside detention for them with you." William offered. "Would that amenable for you considering you came here in the hopes of capturing Mr. Black for yourself?"

Professor Snape remained silent, mulling over what the best course of action was.

"Tell me Professor, were you aware that Mr. Black wasn't given any sort of trial?"

"No trial?" Remus questioned.

"From what I had heard, he was simply thrown into Azkaban as soon as he was found within the vicinity of dead no-maj people with Pettigrew's dismembered finger."

"How totally barbaric!" Hermoine gasped. "No trials!"

"You must understand Ms. Granger, everyone was on edge and the prominent figure on the other side was seemingly killed, in order not to give time for their faction to retreat and retaliate, they needed to round up any and all suspected members of the enemy faction to stop the war entirely."

"Surely they could've given Sirius a trial afterwards."

"Fear, Harry." William shook his head. "People were afraid and wanted the war to end, hence their negligence to provide Mr. Black a trial."

"To be fair for the aurors, by the time they found me, I was laughing like a maniac." Sirius offered. "I was wrought with guilt for what happened to James and Lily."

"There you have it, in consideration of Mr. Black's actions when he was found and the dead bodies within his vicinity, it was natural that he was immediately thrown to Azkaban for they felt what they've seen was concrete and overwhelming evidence."

"In any case Professor Snape, would my suggestion be amenable?" William asked. "Either way, he'd be sent to the ministry just under my protection and would likely be qualified for a trial."

"Yes." Professor Snape nodded.

"Very well, you three head out with Professor Snape and you will accept any punishment he deems you should be facing for your stunt."

"Potter, Granger, Weasley come with me."

"Wha- You can't do that!" Ron exclaimed indignantly.

"I can and I will, you have endangered yourselves and are out of your beds after curfew." Professor Snape snapped.

"Just shut up Ronald, we deserve this."

"B-but."

William mere shook his head.

As soon as the teacher and his students had exited the house.

"What about you Lupin? Aren't you still teaching at Hogwarts?"

"I resigned weeks ago." Remus admitted. "Someone leaked my status as a werewolf and to avoid howlers from parents, I resigned immediately."

"That's unfortunate," William sighed. "But there is a silver lining, what do you say with helping your friend in his recovery step by step?"

"Would the ministry okay with that?"

"There are no laws passed that prevents those with your affliction from taking care of their friends." William nodded.

"Then I accept." Remus smiled.

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The Mudblood

Sirius Black Surrenders

By: Oscar Ollerton

Sirius Black has surrendered to a former auror who was once employed by MACUSA and now owner of the Mudblood, William Batson. According to Mr. Batson, Mr. Black surrendered to him so that he won't be kissed by a dementor as soon as he was inside the Ministry of Magic.

When Mr. Batson was asked why he gave the escaped convict protection from the Ministry's aurors, he simply stated that the man was innocent until proven guilty.

With Mr. Batson's declaration, Sirius Black was deemed to be unable to participate in trial due to his stay in Azkaban with that assessment, Madam Bones of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has deemed the need for Black to visit a mind healer and undergo the necessary treatment before being able to participate his trial.

Madam Bones has assured that the truth about that night will be revealed and that the rightful criminal will face the might of the ministry's justice.

It can be remembered that on November 1, 1981 Sirius Black was convicted to Azkaban for being a Death Eater and the betrayal of James and Lily Potter by Bartemius Crouch Sr. He was found laughing in the middle of twelve dead muggles and what seemed to be the remains of one Peter Pettigrew.

Late last year, during an impromptu muggle studies at night at Hogwarts's Great Hall, Peter Pettigrew was found alive masquerading as a pet animal for one of the students in the school with a finger missing, the same finger that was found near his supposed site of demise. He was immediately arrested and sent to the Ministry.

When questioned about Pettigrew's custody or escape, Minister Cornelius Fudge has repeatedly insisted that Pettigrew was still under the Ministry's custody belying the rumors of Pettigrew's escape.

[thatbloodymuggle]

The One With The Orange Juice

Beauty and the Beast 3/?

masterlist

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September 2nd, 1975

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Er, eating my breakfast?"

"Not like that you're not!"

Edie's pleasant morning suddenly went to shit as her awaiting spoonful of Cheeri Owls cereal went flying out of her hand, across the table, and onto the floor, narrowly missing a very startled Lily Evans. The tired blonde whipped her head to the side to glare at Marlene who glared right back. "What the hell was that for?" Edie yelped.

"Don't tell me you were actually going to eat that," Marlene screeched back with a look of pure disgust. Edie rolled her eyes, not bothering to argue with her friend and instead reaching for another spoon, only to have her bowl snatched away. Beyond frustrated, Edie slammed her hands against the table and shot up. Of all people, Marlene should know not to mess with a hungry Edie.

"For Merlin's sake, can I please eat my breakfast in peace?!"

"Nope."

Across the table, Alice's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her two friends' behavior. "Marlene, what exactly is the issue?"

The freckled blonde huffed, aggressively shoving the bowl of cereal over to Alice, Lily, and Mary so they could see for themselves. Lily's reaction was almost instantaneous as she nearly spit out the milk she drinking. The witch let out a strangled cry, "Is that orange juice? Please don't tell me you were planning on eating your cereal in orange juice. Have you gone mad?!"

Utterly fed up with her friends' dramatics, Edie stomped away from her spot at the Gryffindor table. Could the poor girl not eat her cereal the way she pleased? Besides, her friends knew better than to annoy her this early in the morning-- especially when she was hungry. The blonde caught sight of a particular group of shaggy-haired pranksters yawning and rubbing their eyes. She made a beeline for them, hoping for better results.

Edie abruptly wedged herself between Sirius and James, startling the two boys as she hadn't announced herself. Still not saying a word, she snatched the box of Cheeri Owls from Peter to fill her own bowl before carelessly tipping the orange juice carton over it. All four boys raised an eyebrow at her to which she responded by shoving a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

"What crawled up your arse this morning?" James snorted. His question was shot down with a glare to which he raised his hands in surrender. "Hey now, don't take it out on me."

The marauders continued on with their minimal, early morning conversation without a second thought. Edie eventually relaxed, relieved they hadn't questioned her odd breakfast combination. They probably hadn't even noticed it anyways-- James was too tired, Sirius had seen it before, and Peter, well, Peter had probably already tried it. Although, it was out of character for Remus not to notice. He typically picked up on the smaller things Edie did. At this thought, her eyes wandered up to meet his.

A small smile graced Remus's features, one of admiration if you looked hard enough, although confusion was present. He nodded towards the colorful contents of Edie's bowl with a raised eyebrow. His unspoken question should have annoyed the young girl, but she smiled back before offering a spoonful to him. The soft smile didn't leave his face and he politely declined with a small shake of his head. Edie shrugged, feeding herself the awaiting spoonful instead. Her eyes went back to her food, but his remained trained on her as he blindly sipped his tea.

Their wordless conversation went unnoticed as the five Gryffindors finished their meals quickly in preparation for the day ahead.

"So what have we got today?" asked James.

The five of them pulled out their timetables. Edie and James simultaneously groaned upon seeing they had double Potions first thing in the morning with Slytherin, which was closely followed by Divination. Edie had come to immensely regret signing up for Divination as one of her electives in her third year. The only saving grace was that she had James, Sirius, and Marlene to help her get through it. As she scanned her schedule, Edie realized the only thing she had to look forward to was Charms with Hufflepuff in the afternoon, a class she had always taken a liking to.

"Come on you two, Potions isn't that bad" Peter laughed at James and Edie.

Sirius added, "Slughorn is so oblivious. If you don't show up, he probably won't even notice as long as his favorites are there."

Remus rolled his eyes as the four pointedly looked at him.

"It's not Slughorn that sucks. It's Snivellus. If he gets in my way of sitting next to Lily again, he won't live to see tomorrow," James grunted with a pout. His breakfast suddenly looked very unappealing. The rest of his friends merely laughed.

"Oh, James, always the dramatic," Sirius teased.

The group of friends hurried to finish their food and students began filing out of the Great Hall. Soon enough, they were following the crowd, though with a quicker pace than normal due to James's determination to sit next to his one true love.

The group of pranksters were one of the last to arrive, as they scanned the room and realized most seats had been taken. Lily and Severus sat together in the very front, and Edie could practically see the smoke coming out of James's ears. Disgruntled, he huffed and sat down at a table with Sirius in the back. Peter scurried over to take the empty seat next to Mary, who smiled at him awkwardly. This left Remus and Edie at the table across from Marlene and Alice, who grinned apologetically at Edie due to their earlier encounter.

Before she could get a word out, Professor Slughorn's cheery voice filled the rather drab classroom. "Welcome back! I hope you all enjoyed your time off, but now you begin your 5th year at last! Now, as you all know, your performance in this class will be very important; much more important than in years past, because you'll be taking your OWL's at the close of the year..." Slughorn's voice seemed to drone on forever, "soon you all will begin to brew an alihotsy draught with your partners to test how much you've been keeping up with your summer work. As you should already know, the alihotsy draught causes the drinker to erupt in hysterical laughter and has been known to last for hours. While seemingly harmless, it can actually be quite painful without an antidote..."

Edie tuned him out and felt herself slipping into the world inside her head. Her mind wandered to her brother, Evan, and how she hadn't seen him since boarding the train, then to her cat, Piggy, and how he was probably still curled up in bed, then to--

"What the hell?"

Something hit her in the back of her head, bringing her back to reality. Edie whipped around to glare at Sirius and James who sat behind her laughing silently. She bent over to grab the crumpled piece of parchment they had thrown from the ground. Remus peered curiously over her shoulder. She cautiously unfolded it as if something were about to jump out. Nothing jumped out, but what was inside wasn't any better. Edie felt the blood rushing to her face and she didn't hesitate to rip up the very graphic drawing of her and Remus the two idiots had made.

Sirius and James were trying so hard to contain their laughter that their faces had gone purple. The blonde shot them the nastiest look she could muster, "I'm going to hex you two dimwits so hard you'll forget your own names, I swear-"

"Ms. Rosier, is there a problem?" Professor Slughorn shot her a look. The entire class turned their heads to look at her. Edie's blush deepened to the point she now looked like a cherry. Lily shot her an apologetic look, knowing Edie had been provoked by her least favorite marauders. Severus, who sat next to Lily, glared at her as if disrupting Potions was a crime worthy of time in Azkaban.

"No, sir," Edie forced out. Slughorn continued with his monotonous lecture, leaving a now embarrassed and fuming Edie. She shyly glanced at Remus out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were already trained on her with a look of sympathy.

"Don't let them get to you, they'll get what they deserve. Who knows, maybe a couple drops of the alihotsy draught might just slip into their evening pumpkin juice. That'll keep them laughing for sure," Remus whispered, while pretending to itch his nose so Slughorn wouldn't notice. Edie sent him a mischievous look and a smirk took over her face. Sure enough, Slughorn then instructed them to begin brewing their draughts.

Remus and Edie chatted quietly as they collected their ingredients and prepared their cauldron. The previous incident went forgotten as they worked together on perfecting their potion. Remus told the blonde about his trip to Spain over the summer, and Edie told the boy about her adventures in the Rosier Manor with her sidekick, Piggy. The two-hour long class went by quickly and before they knew it, their draught was the perfection consistency and color.

"Well," Slughorn clapped his hands together, "I can clearly see who has been keeping up with their work," he shot a pointed smile at Lily and Severus's table, as well has Remus and Edie's, "and who hasn't," he glanced at Peter and Mary's abysmal attempt that had resulted in an explosion. "I'm afraid the time has come for me to send you off. Your homework is to read up on antidotes and be ready to discuss them next class. Now, off you go!"

Edie made quick work of filling a spare vial with the draught they had created and shoving it in the pocket of her robes. Remus chuckled, "Just don't let me hear anything about it. Technically, I'm now a mandatory reporter as part of my prefect duties."

Edie looked back blankly, "Remus, I have no idea what you're talking about. Nothing suspicious here."

The pair smiled at each other one last time before Edie was dragged away by Marlene. "It's time to discover our tragic futures, Edith, and the planets won't wait for us. Can't be late!"

Edie glowered at her chipper friend who had locked their arms together and attempted to skip down the hall. "Don't call me Edith," she spit. "Do I look like an 80-year-old woman?"

"Oh come on, Edie. Who shit in your cereal this morning?" Marlene laughed as if she'd just made the best joke in the entire world. Edie attempted to shoot her another venomous look, but the cereal incident was long forgotten, and she couldn't keep the smile from creeping onto her face.

"Shut up"

The pair of blondes climbed the stairs to the North tower. "Seems like Remus cheered you up, didn't he?" Marlene hummed with a smirk.

The Rosier girl groaned and stomped up the next few steps, "Don't tell me you've been talking to Dumb and Dumber! Can I not even look at Remus without being harassed?"

Marlene's blue eyes brightened, "Wait, the boys are onto it too? That's the best news I've heard all day, now we can join forces! Love is in the air, my dear Edith!" Marlene made kissy faces at her friend and slumped dramatically onto her shoulder, only to be shoved off.

"Oh, quit it, will you? Or else I'll tell Peter you're madly in love with him."

This seemed to shut Marlene up in an instant. The pair of friends were panting at this point, having neared the top of the castle. The smell of incense flooded Edie's senses as they climbed up the ladder into the small classroom. She groaned at the sight of the burning fire in the already boiling room. Their Divination professor, Baggott, never turned it off despite the classroom already being the hottest part of the castle.

Professor Baggott had beady little eyes, but wore a monocle so thick that his right eye looked as if it was about to pop out of its socket. He had a very evident bald patch at the top of its head, but kept the rest of his long, unkept hair in a ponytail. To top it all off, he walked with a purple, bedazzled cane. He was a nutter, to say the least, always going on and on about the position of Mars and the misfortune of prime numbers.

Marlene and Edie shared a knowing look as they settled themselves for what would be a very long class. Before either could voice their thoughts, Edie was hit in the back of the head for a second time that morning. She didn't need to turn around to see Sirius and James crying with laughter behind her. She was prepared to throw the crumpled piece of parchment into the fire, but it was snatched out of her hands by Marlene. Edie's friend shrieked in laughter at the sketch of Edie and Remus, this one even more explicit than the last. Fed up with James and Sirius's childish behavior, Edie chucked the stupid thing into the fire just as Baggott limped into the classroom.  

She huffed and buried her head into her hands. Could this day go by any slower?

~

"Lily, I've never missed your sweet, sane presence more!"

Edie jumped into the ginger's arms who laughed at her dramatics. "I swear, they're all driving. me mad! Even Marlene," Edie moaned. Marlene, who walked next to them, merely laughed. The five Gryffindor girls, Edie, Marlene, Lily, Alice, and Mary walked into the Great Hall together; well, four of them walked. Edie was still being carried by Lily.

"And I've never wanted to eat dinner more. At least that can't be spoiled by stupid sketches or professors or assignments," she sighed at the tables full of delicious food and talking students. The five girls sat themselves towards the middle of the Gryffindor table, a couple of yards away from the marauders. They quickly engaged in conversation as they began their food.

"You'll never believe the Care of Magical Creatures class Mary and I had today. We got to see unicorns! Real, live unicorns!" Alice spoke animatedly. Lily, Marlene, and Edie's eyes lit up with interest.

"Yeah, and we got to pet them too! I swear, they were the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen," Mary added. Lily and Marlene chimed in to discuss their classes, but Edie's gaze drifted over to the boys. Those stupid, unknowing smirks of theirs. She felt for the potion in her pocket. Now was the time.

"Did you see Elizabeth Birket today? I think she got a nose job over the summer, but looks like they botched it pretty bad," Edie spoke just loud enough so the boys would hear.

The four girls shot Edie a look of confusion, but she ignored them. She watched as Sirius, Peter, and James's heads whipped around to the Ravenclaw table to catch sight of the girl who Sirius thought to be the most attractive woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Edie worked quickly and sprinted two paces to their part of the table. Covering Remus's eyes with her hand, she dumped one part of the potion in Sirius's goblet and the other in James's.

Edie slid back over to her seat just as Sirius, Peter, and James turned back around with a sigh of relief that Elizabeth's nose was, in fact, the same as always. Marlene, Alice, and Mary seemed amused at her antics, while Lily gave her a cautioning glance. "Edie, what was that? Nothing dangerous, I hope? You know I don't want to get you in trouble," Lily scolded.

"Oh, don't worry, dear Lilypad," Edie referred to James's favorite nickname to which Lily shivered in disgust. "Nothing dangerous at all. More amusing, actually. Really just a good laugh."

Just as the words left Edie's mouth, boisterous laughter erupted from the boys. Sirius and James  had nearly fallen off the bench they were laughing so hard.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Why are you?"

"I don't know, but I can't stop!"

"Me neither, Sirius, I can't feel my ribs!"

"I can't breathe!"

Their ruckus had turned quite a few heads, and Edie tried her best to stifle her own laughter as Peter and Remus hauled the two laughing boys out of their seats and escorted them to the Hospital Wing. Remus shot Edie a knowing wink as he passed. As soon as they had left their view, the girls burst into fits of giggles.

"See, Lily? Just a laugh!"

Lily sighed and shook her head at Edie, but couldn't fight the grin creeping onto her face.

"You know, serves them right," Mary piped up. "It's about time they start getting a taste of their own medicine." The girls all nodded in agreement and continued their meal. "I hope Madam Pomfrey is missing the antidote."

"But you better watch out, Edie. They're definitely going to get you back for that," Marlene said through a mouthful of baked chicken. Edie shrugged. It's not like this was her first time messing with the messrs themselves. The Gryffindor girls ate until they could barely walk. They began their long trek back to the Gryffindor tower, feeling full and light-hearted.

"Wattlebird," Lily spoke to the Fat Lady who swung open. The five girls clambered into the common room, flopping onto the couches.

Marlene groaned, "I've never felt more full in my entire life." The other four nodded in agreement. Lily mumbled something about starting her homework, but work was certainly not on Edie's agenda for that night. She didn't have anything due the next day, and was definitely not paining herself with Divination.

"I think tonight's an early night," Edie sighed and rolled off the couch, "I'm too tired to think straight."

"But what about your homework? Edie, you should get ahead now so--"

Edie threw her hand up, effectively cutting Lily off. She dragged herself towards the stairs leading up to their dormitory. "If James and Sirius ask, I ran off to live with a band of hippogriffs. Goodnight, dears!"

She shot her friends one last wave before climbing up the stairs. Her bed had never sounded more appealing. The exhausted girl barely kept her eyes open while changing out of her schools clothes. The moment her head hit her pillow, Edie felt herself slipping into a deep sleep clouded by an oddly familiar pair of hazel eyes.

[outweek30]

We all know why lesbians don't have Ms. America pageants, There is a Ms. Leather or something like that; women who I am alternately frightened of and desirous to be, who I always end up confusing with Mr. Drummer 1989. While some lesbians would be wont to tell you firmly (very firmly), that the reason S/M girls have these pageants is because they're too male-identified to begin with, I would think it more likely that it's to meet each other and have wild sex before, during and after the dungeonwear category. Not a thought to be dismissed lightly when planning your next trip to San Francisco.

Now sit down. Close your eyes and think. Can you see it yet?? I hear the music fading in already. I can see that coffeehouse stage flooding with light...Yes it's true...it's...

...THE MS LESBIAN NATION USA PAGEANT

This nightmare fantasy immediately splinters into two separate shows:

1) The Politically Correct (PC): "An Evening With Other lesbians From Around The Country, To Share Talents And Hopes With, in the Struggle to Form Community Nationwide..."

2) The Wildly Incorrect (WI): (competition would be divided into butch/femme ...): "100 DYKES From All Over the Nation Converge to Get Laid and Win Sex Toys!!!" (This would alternately take place in New York and San Francisco.)

The shows would obviously be sponsored by some greatly differing institutions. the PC version by Olivia Records, Edensoy (this is soymoo; think about a soy bean mooing...), Birkenstock International, L.L. Bean and Fruit of the Loom. The WI show would have backers like: Sebastian Hair Products, Victoria's Secret, Good Vibrations/Eve's Garden, Levi's 501s, Schott Motorcycle Jackets and Chanel.

YOUR HOSTS:

PC Kate Clinton (the funniest lesbian in recent memory; you only have to have seen two in twenty to know the full depth of her comic repertoire) and Rita Mae Brown (ex-Martina casualty, famous lesbian writer who doesn't seem to write about lesbians anymore, fancy that...)

WI Madonna and Sandra Bernhardt (yeah, right, who else???)

THE JUDGES:

PC Lee Lynch (famous author of The Bull-Dyke and The Lady, among other works), Jane Rule (without whom there would be no "Desert Hearts"), Lily Tomlin, Sophia Collier (of Soho Soda fame), Urvashi Vaid (head honcha for the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force), Alix Dobkin and Chris Williamson.

WI Pat Califia, Deb Parker, Betty (Alison, Amy and Bitzi), Fran Lebowitz, Phranc, k.d. lang and Susie Bright.

CATEGORIES FOR COMPETITION/SHARING:

PC Poetry Reading: This being a time honored lesbian tradition spanning thousands, of years, Adrienne Rich will be guest judging the reading of her works, as well as those of the contestants. Painful coming out poems will be worth bonus points, as well as those using the words "patriarchy," "woman-identified" and "clitoris," but only if a rhyming scheme is employed.

Comfortable Clothing: The real meaning behind this is how comfortable you look in these clothes; no fashion consultants and extra points are given for how little time is spent on fIxing your hair right out of the shower. Birkenstocks are provided free of charge.

Casserole Preparation: Areas of expertise include: How to manage macrobiotic/vegetarian members of your party without sacrificing taste, ability to travel well on mass transit and weight of leftovers after dinner. Special consideration will be given to creative tofu preparations, excluding such pre-made products such as tofu franks.

Relating to Your Ex-lovers at Parties/Gatherings: Is there life after lesbian breakups? This category seeks to explore the sisterhood in all of us, even between you and your ex-lover's new lover, who is odds on your (former) best friend. This "role-play" is held in a cramped space somewhere in Park Slope.

Question (to be asked of all contestants): "What role do you see the lesbians of the future playing in the subversion of the patriarchy, considering the fact that they seem to be the most embracing of stereotypic female imagery at the moment???"" (30 seconds to answer)

WI

Cruising/Flirting: Seeing as this is a slowly reviving art form, judging will be done on a free form basis. Guidelines, however, will consist of:

a) time spent before talking... b) time spent after first words... c) time to get phone number...

Advanced competition will include amount of time spent from leaving place of meeting to bed.

Butch/Femme Drag (contestants choose one, bonus points if you can do both equally well...)

Avoiding Your Ex-girlfriends at Parties: Suddenly raging thirsts, a need for pigs in a blanket; spotting your college roommate (who owes you quite a bit of money), and grabbing the nearest girl, sticking your tongue down her throat and whispering (loudly) "Where have you been sweetie? I was looking all over for you ..." all will earn points at this party.

"I Enjoy Being a Dyke": a multi-media performance art piece which must be conceived and executed by each contestant separately.

S/M Negotiation: Two women, upon their first sexual encounter, must decide "will we or won't we?" And if so, how far can we go??? The lesbian equivalent of high school sex.

As with all pageant shows, there will be a rousing grand finale before the "moment we've all been waiting for..."

PC

A satellite link-up with women's peace encampments all over the world for a multi-lingual rendition of the medley "We Are A Gentle, Angry People/Lean On Me (I Am Your Sister)."

WI

Our gracious hosts Sandy and Madonna do a medley of "Like a Prayer/Virgin/Express Yourself" clad in suits and lingerie, while molesting each other on international television, finally giving positive confirmation to what we already knew was true.

AND NOW THE WINNER IS...!!!

PC: There are no winners. It would destroy the sisterhood and sense of community created by the very sharing of space we have experienced on this night.

WI: A scandal ensues when Sister Codie, a drag queen, wins on write-in votes sent from a single address in the East Village.

— Liz Tracey, "Dykes on Parade," OutWeek Magazine No. 16, October 8, 1989, p. 46.

[incorrigible-rapscallion]

A SERIAL KILLER’S GUIDE TO MEN AND MANSLAUGHTER -- Script (pgs. 24-30)

[pgs 1-2; 3-7; 7-14; 14-23]

INT. HARRIET'S ENTRYWAY - LATE NIGHT

David, Achilles, and Harriet crowd together in the entryway, Harriet shucks off her opera coat with restless energy.

               AUNT HARRIET    That was certainly an evening. I haven't seen anyone so explosive and irate about a topic in quite some time. I admire that man's passion, but his tactics were more on par with schoolyard guerrilla warfare.

               DAVID    I think I'm going to turn in for the night, if you don't mind.

               AUNT HARRIET    Of course, bambino. Let me know if there is anything else you need.

David nods then shuffles up the stairs with Achilles. Harriet huffs and shakes her head with a small smile.

INT. GUEST BEDROOM - SAME TIME

The guest bedroom is styled like a Victorian farmhouse.

David collapses on the bed, fully clothed. Achilles whines, but David is already out cold.

MONTAGE: DREAMSCAPE #1

Images of David's interactions from the day's events replay on fast-forward in David's sleep. Each encounter is coupled with the observations that he jotted down in his notebook.

Thomas is the star of this dreamscape, as the meeting at the butchery begins at the same rapid pace as the other interactions, but slows down once it settles on the eye contact he made at the town hall.

A sequence of implausible scenarios involving Thomas in the act of killing someone are added to David's memory:

   -Thomas stabbing Mr. Lancaster like a grotesque greeting at the butchery    -Thomas slitting Lily's throat instead as he walks past her    -Thomas immediately rushing David into a strangle-hold, both at the butchery and as they crossed paths at the town hall

All of the killings are concluded by a flirtatious wink.

                                                                                               END OF MONTAGE

INT. GUEST BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

David wakes sharply in an uncomfortable position, still dressed in his clothes from yesterday.

Light streams in David's eyes from the bedroom window. Harriet is in the room, opening the curtains.

               AUNT HARRIET    I was about to get the smelling salts if you didn't wake up. Normally, I wouldn't mind a reasonable bout of lethargy, but you have dinner with a fine and distinguished gentleman in the next thirty minutes.

David tosses and turns until Achilles comes to his bedside. David grunts in response and Harriet leaves the room.

INT. HARRIET'S ENTRYWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

David stands impassively as Harriet gives him a "once over."

               AUNT HARRIET    You and I both know that this is the change you came here for.

               DAVID    I didn't want to talk about that last night and I definitely don't want to talk about that now.

               AUNT HARRIET    Then talk about it with your date.

INT. RESTAURANT ENTRANCE - EARLY EVENING

David and Achilles stand in front of a RESTAURANT HOST. The place is whimsically styled after an Italian chateau.

               HOST    You're here for the reservation under "Harriet Truelove," yes? We were expecting you. The other member of your party is already seated.

David peruses the RESTAURANT PATRONS until he sees Thomas.

Once again, the ambient noises and other people fade away as David's breathing escalates. Achilles then calms him down.

Thomas locks eyes with David and smiles in recognition.

               HOST    If you'll follow me, sir?

               DAVID    I'd rather seat myself, if you don't mind.

INT. RESTAURANT - TABLE FOR TWO - EVENING

Thomas stands as David and Achilles approach the cozy table setting.

Achilles sniffs at Thomas' outreached hand and allows to be petted. Immediately, Achilles becomes docile and rolls over on the restaurant floor for a belly rub.

David watches, horrified, and stops breathing. This prompts Achilles to leap back up in order to lick at David's hand.

Once satisfied, Achilles lays down at David's feet. David gapes at this behavior and sits down at the table.

Thomas hovers with a cheerful expression before sitting too.

               THOMAS    I must admit, I had hoped you would be the mysterious stranger that Ms. Truelove was so adamant about my meeting. I was honest when you came in my shop--I am a dyed-in-the-wool fan of your work.

               DAVID    I suppose you feel that my characters are nuanced and my killers all have realistic motivations.

               THOMAS    Yes, but I feel that that is only skimming the surface when appreciating your writing techniques.

               DAVID    I'm flattered that you've spent so much time analyzing...me.

               THOMAS    Interesting, because you don't sound as though you're flattered.

               DAVID    I have a difficult time socializing and making small talk.

               THOMAS    I'm well aware of your background with your advocacy projects for children and students with special needs. I know that you yourself experienced a discriminatory education growing up.

               DAVID    "Discriminatory" is one way of putting it. Some would say "illegal" by today's standards.

A WAITER comes to the table to deliver a wine sampler tray and a shared appetizer plate.

Thomas gestures for David to eat first, but David declines.

               DAVID    I'm fine with water for now.

               THOMAS    Fair enough. But the tenderloin will pair nicely with the red, if you change your mind.

               DAVID    I take it the tenderloin comes from your own butchery?

               THOMAS    You caught me. I was hoping to impress you by picking a restaurant that exclusively uses my choice cuts. I also hope you don't mind that I ordered ahead for us.

               DAVID    I doubt that I have any choice in the matter anyway.

               THOMAS    Please understand, that wasn't my intention. I simply wanted to demonstrate that I am just as proficient in my own area of expertise as you are.

David takes some food from the appetizer, but doesn't eat it. Thomas picks at his own selection, eating delicately.

They remain in silence until the Waiter comes back to remove their dishes and set down their entree plates.

               THOMAS    I apologize if I said something to upset you in any way. I feel a little out of my element tonight.

               DAVID    You mean that you are able to charm everyone that you take out on a date?

               THOMAS    I confess that I actually don't date very often. I simply meant that dinners and lively discussions are usually my forte. It's why I wanted to be a butcher in the first place--I wanted to understand the fine details that make up a memorable meal.

               DAVID    That's a...tasteful answer.

               THOMAS    And you said you couldn't make small talk!

               DAVID    I really can't. The opportunity presented itself, so....

They lapse into silence again. David still keeps a stoic expression, but Thomas grins anytime they lock eyes.

Both dinner and dessert pass by. The Waiter delivers the check to Thomas for him to look over.

               THOMAS    It looks all good to go. My compliments to the chef.

The Waiter nods and leaves with check, without payment.

David pauses with his credit card and wallet out.

               DAVID    I assumed I would be paying for my half...?

               THOMAS    Of course not. This meal was on the house. All of mine are, considering...

               DAVID    I can at least leave the tip. It was excellent service.

               THOMAS    It always is.

David trades out his card for cash, places it on the table, then stands ungracefully with Achilles. Thomas follows suit.

               THOMAS    Even though this was a less-than-ideal date, I want you to know that I truly enjoyed your company. Perhaps I could convince you to take another chance?

               DAVID    Perhaps. In the meantime, I have some business to take care of. But I'll be sure to let know.

               THOMAS    That's all I could hope for. I'll be waiting.

David nods stiffly and exits with Achilles at his heels.

               DAVID        (mumbling)    Please don't.

EXT./INT. DAVID'S CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELING

David drives throughout the town of Pleasant Grove at night. Achilles sits in the passenger seat.

David white-knuckles the steering wheel and gear shift as neon store signs and street lamps pass over his troubled face.

MONTAGE: DREAMSCAPE #2

David, once again, replays images of day's events--this time featuring his blind date dinner.

Key images that David focuses on are:

   -Thomas seated at their table, waiting for David to arrive    -Achilles rolling on the floor with oddly docile behavior    -Thomas with a cheerful expression    -Thomas with a concerned expression    -Thomas with a vacant expression    -Thomas cutting into the meal's tenderloin with a steak knife

This segues into another sequence of implausible scenarios involving Thomas killing someone during their dinner:

   -Thomas breaking Achilles' neck while the dog waits for a belly rub    -Thomas grabbing the Waiter's pen and stabbing it in their neck    -Thomas lunging across the table to, once again, strangle David

Like before, all of the killings are concluded with a flirtatious wink.

                                                                                               END OF MONTAGE

David has stopped breathing and Achilles licks at his hand on the gear shift. David then pets Achilles' head, almost aggressively, as he calms down.

David notices that the lights are on inside the PLEASANT GROVE POLICE STATION as he approaches it at an intersection.

David abruptly pulls into the parking lot.

               DAVID        (to Achilles)    Let's do the fandango, buddy.

He exits the car with Achilles and single-mindedness.

[kyliehorsegirl]

In The Air Tonight (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST!

This was requested by @arealmermaid

WARNINGS: Smut, blood and religion?

Michael Langdon x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2459

Listen to: In The Air Tonight- cover By In This Moment 

The thought of dying a virgin wasn’t a pressing matter for Y/n.  She was the purest lily-white creature this world had ever seen. Being raised in a traditional Christian household, she never did wrong. When it’s said she never did wrong, she did not have a single sinful bone in her body. It was almost concerning to her parents. They never had to punish her, she always caught on very fast. Doing any good she could to never be punished.

 She had to be homeschooled shortly after her elementary years. The kids didn’t like a goodie two shoes. Y/n didn’t have many friends. Everyone that encountered her was weirded out by her pureness. Not only was she pure of heart, soul, body and mind, she pure in how she dressed. Y/n adorned herself only in bright colors, mostly white, but every now and again she would wear pastels.

 She attended church every Sunday. Y/n had her own bible that was gifted to her on her 16th birthday. It was a medium sized bible with leather covers and her name engraved in gold on the right-hand corner. She carried it everywhere she went.  

 At the age of 18, Y/n was granted the opportunity to have a job. The only job she wanted was with the church. Her parents talked with the pastor asking permission. It was not something the church typically did, but for Y/n, they would make an exception. She worked hard at the church, harder than anyone else. She was so perfect, other members of the church became envious of her.

 By age 20 she had worked for the church for 2 years, she later became a member on the church’s council. Now, that typically wasn’t allowed, but for Y/n they made an exception.

 When she turned 21, even her parents offered to buy her, her first drink. She kindly refused. Even though Jesus drank wine in the bible. She never wanted to taint herself. No tattoos, no piercings, no cigarettes and no alcohol.

 A year later is when the missile struck. Y/n’s parents could never have afforded the tickets to outpost 3. However, the church came together and bought a ticket for her. Someone too good for this world didn’t deserve to die.

 A large militant truck was waiting to take Y/n away.

 “I don’t want to go mama.” She sobbed, abruptly halting her packing. Her mom rushed to the bedside taking both of Y/n’s hands in hers.

“Y/n sweetheart. You are too good for this world. The church has paid for you to go to a safe haven. You must go Y/n. Don’t make those people wait.” She holds Y/n to her, letting a few tears fall. They get her packed up and send her off with the strangely dressed men. She bid her parents a forever farewell.

 The ride to wherever she was going was terrifying, at least for her. If a car ride had turbulence, this would be it. This by no means was a gentle ride. She was strapped in tightly and rather uncomfortable. Shaking she looked around seeing nothing but stoic faces around her. She didn’t realize her life would never be the same.

 Shockingly Y/n was a purple. She didn’t feel like she deserved this status. The elites, better than the grays. To be perfectly honest, she would’ve preferred to be a gray. To serve and do good. There was nothing for her to do. Of course, she would not complain. She was so grateful for the opportunity to be here. Her loved ones did everything in her power to make sure she would survive.

 What was she supposed to do? The same routine went on, the same songs played. It was a living nightmare, she would never admit that. She truly felt alone. Mr. Gallant had his grandmother and Coco. Coco had Mr. Gallant and Mallory. Dinah had her son and her son had Stu. That was until Stu was, well stew.

 The same routines dragged on for the next year and a half. Y/n had no track of time. She found her cheery and positive disposition fading with everyday that passed. She was upset with herself, she tried to speak out to God. She never seemed to get ahold of him. There was no comfort in this dark place. Until one day, everything changed.

 The ‘meals’ were not only cut in half but now, they were forced to abstain from breakfast. There was a chorus of complaints and whining. Her heart was hurting. Would it have been better to die? She would be with her family at least.

 Sirens wailed and lights flashed. Almost instantly after Mr. Gallant threw a fit over the ‘food’ situation. Y/n was terrified. She was terrified of everything. The eerie sense of loneliness she had, these flashing lights and loud sirens. Her eyes were wide and her breath was ragged. She was not typically one for panic attacks, but this warranted it. There were a few eye rolls from the group, seeing her distress. Mallory rushed to her side rubbing her back encouraging her that everything would be ok.

 No one wanted anything to do with a whiny baby. She was alone in room after some time waiting for dinner. She heard some rustling in her closet. With a false sense of courage, she made her way to the source of the sound. Snakes of all sizes emerged, slithering across the floor. She let out an ear-piercing shriek as Ms. Meade and the large guard made their way into her room.

“What’s going on in here?” Meade asked

 “Th-there’s, s-snakes.” Y/n scooted herself all the way up to her headboard sobbing. She let out another shriek as Meade struck the floor with a knife, beheading a snake.

 “Looks like good eating.” Meade has a redneck twang to her. Y/n scrunches her face up in disgust.

 Seated at the dinner table, everyone looked at the bowls of snake soup on the table. Lifting up their lids the snakes come to life. Y/n shoves herself out of her chair.

 “Would you sit down Y/n.” Mrs. Venable ordered her sternly. Y/n took a deep breath and slowly seated herself once again.

 “Who’s in your office.” Everyone whips their heads in the direction of Emily, completely changing the subject.

 Mrs. Venable stayed silent unwilling to answer her question. Y/n had a sense of something, she didn’t know what it was. What ever she was feeling, gave her a sense of calm. The sound of a large oak door closing alerted everyone to the top of the staircase. Everyone had their breath taken from them seeing the mysterious intruder. He was beautiful. An angel. No, not an angel.

 The man stands tall with phenomenal posture. He his hair cascades down forming luxurious gold curls. The man’s attire is similar to what everyone else is wearing. However, he is dressed in all black.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Corporative. I’m not going to sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His voice is silky smooth. He looks to each and every person in the room. Y/n tunes out what he says. In awe of him. Something about him terrifies her, but what doesn’t.

 “Once everyone is fully with us I can continue.” He speaks in the direction of Y/n. She jumps noticing all eyes on her.

 “O, um I’m sorry.” Thoroughly embarrassed.  Langdon hums in response continuing his speech.

 “The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We have had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they too, have been eliminated.” He paused allowing everyone to marinate on the current information. He stands taller beginning the next sequence. “There is hope. There is a facility with enough food and rations to last over a decade, a sanctuary if you will. I will be instrumental in choosing who will come with me. Those in sanctuary will play part in rebuilding this world.”

 “I will be deciding who will go with me and who will not.” A sly smirk painted on his lips. His eyes darken, scanning throughout the room.

 “What is this the freaking Hunger Games?” O Coco. Subtle sighs float through the room.

 “You don’t have to be interviewed. Feel free to stay here and die. Either from radiation or hungry cannibals.” He pulls out a glass vial. “Or just pop one of these and you’ll be free from pain. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

 “I’ll go first.” Mr. Gallant says nonchalantly.

 “And so you shall.” Langdon drags out each syllable

 The interviews go rather quickly. Y/n sees Mr. Gallant exit the office with a haughty expression. She stays quiet and careful watching how people go in, versus how they come out. When Mallory is interviewed, Y/n is near the room when she hears screams. Those screams are Mallory. With a great deal of worry she brings herself closer to the door.

 “Who are you?” She hears Langdon ask.

 “I don’t know. Who are you?” Mallory retorts back. Y/n feels quick steps as Mallory runs out of the room colliding into her.

 “I’m sorry Y/n.” she hurries out an apology as she picks herself up and continues running. Y/n sits up on her elbows glancing to the door. She sees Langdon appear by the door with an expression she can’t read. He takes a short glance at her before closing the door.

 After some time, her curiosity gets the better of her. She makes her way back to Langdon’s office. Drawn to him. For reasons she does not know. She allows a gentle knock at the door. Hearing nothing, she makes a bold move and opens the door. She tiptoes lightly through the room. Y/n hears Langdon talking to someone, but it’s a one-sided conversation. She peaks around the corner to see Langdon on his knees, blood everywhere, he’s naked. A harsh blush emerges onto her cheeks.

 “Ava Satanas” His eyes are black. She braces herself with her back against the wall. Trying to calm her breathing she makes a step to head to the door.

 “I know you’re there Y/n.” She hears his sensual voice purr at her. Her breath hitches.

 “Come here.” Is that an order?

 “Now.” Taking a deep breath, she shows herself. The blush returning to her face. She tries to keep her eyes everywhere other than him.

 “How about we begin our interview right now.” He tilts his head up to her.

 “O no that’s ok, I see that I interrupted you. I’ll just uh, leave you alone.” Y/n’s voice is shaking, she is shaking.

 “No we are going to take this opportunity. How does this make you feel?” He runs his hands all over his body. She feels a heat below her stomach. This is not a feeling she has felt before, rather allowed to feel.

 “Well, honestly? I’m terrified sir. I don’t really know how else I feel about this.” She brings her arms closer to her. Maybe she can make herself small enough to disappear.

 “I think you feel something you don’t understand, is that correct?” His voice is so alluring.

 “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it.” She finds herself drawing in closer, not by her own accord, something is pulling her in.

 “You’re a virgin, Isn’t that right?” He starts to reach his hand out toward her.

 “Y-yes sir.”

 “How about we change that.” He pulls her down to here knees. Y/n’s hands are now covered in blood. She doesn’t know what to think. He pulls her in to the circle of blood with him. Langdon shifts around her so that she is in the middle of the circle on her knees, and he is right behind her. He strokes her cheek with his long fingers. He cups her throat and leans her into him. She melts into his warm skin feeling a swarm of comfort overwhelm her. He peppers kisses along her neck, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

 “Trust me pet.” He lets her hair down, stopping any worried thought she has. He slips her dress down leaving her in a slip. He gently nips at her neck. Her eyes snap open, not believing herself. Langdon comforts her once again, convincing her what she is doing is ok. He runs a hand down her spine causing her to shiver.

 Slipping fingers between her legs he feels how slick she is.

 “You are so good for me. You will be mine darling.” The other hand glides across her front, bringing a trail of blood with it. She moans feeling the smooth texture of the blood on her neck. He slowly slips his fingers into her. She arches her back leaning her head onto his shoulder. Y/n has never felt this before, but she likes it. She sits down on his fingers to get a deeper feeling. When she is shaking beyond all control close to her release he yanks his fingers out of her.

 She cries in response. Instead of acknowledging her protests he shoves her onto the ground. He tosses the dress somewhere in the room. Crawling on top of her he pulls her slip down, tossing it with the dress. Leaving her completely nude he takes a moment to look at her. His eyes wander over her body. He kisses down from her chest, to her abdomen, kissing each thigh and finally licking along her slit.

 She cries out in pleasure. He lines up and punctures her core. He thrusts into her as she screams. He runs a bloody hand up her abdomen and to her throat. He gives it a tight squeeze eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Say my name when you scream.” Langdon growls in her ear, pressing harder on her throat.

 “O god, Michael.” She screams for him. Knowing his name without any prompting. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, soaking in her moans.

 “You are mine now Y/n.” he pumps himself into her, chasing his release. She too can feel her release coming.

 Closing into her fate, her eyes snap open, solid white. She screams as a sonic boom of power spreads throughout the room, breaking and glass possible. Things shatter everywhere. Michael’s eyes widen in shock, then darken as he realized what he just did.

 He removes himself from her. Her eyes still solid white. Michael hovers over her and leans to whisper in her ear.

 “You’re tainted now little angel.” He kisses her ear and her eyes return to their normal color.

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