#and also i'm like... he did die looking at lily's eyes but at the same time died surrounded by kids who hated him

[ksharoly]

Crown of the heir

crown are like headbands they make you look pretty and nice but crown's are the symbol of power and reign once it's place in your head the duties will also be placed in you as well.

"if i was a queen i will make men's bow" you changeling said to your mother.

"you will bore a king you're a women" your mother said as she fix your hair and clothes.

your mother was not very fond of you since she expects her first child to be a boy and not a girl she would scream at you for holding a sword since that day you been sneaking to the training area to hold a sword.

"no women have ever sit a throne" your mother said.

"rhaenyra will soon sit in the throne isn't she" you said while reading your book.

"she's no queen your the queen"

"isn't that stealing mother that's make me a usurper of the throne" you plainly said as continue to read your books.

"what's going on inside your head you should be thankful that i raised you and feel you bathe you" your mother angrily said.

"did I ask for it you despite me as your daughter your heir did that look like love to you oh by the way you didn't feed me or bathe me the maids did" you said as you shut your book.

"your under my roof as long as you in here you have no right to speak to me like that" your mother said pointing a finger at you.

"isn't this my home to its also my right to speak freely" you said.

"your my heir for now but once i gave birth to a boy your no longer my heir"

the door shut as you sit thinking that what did you ever do to them that they treated you this bad tear's falling down your cheeks.

their has been a news that king viserys have been sick and the days goes longer he's body weaken surely after he passed away the heir will eventually sit to the throne.

"its time the king will die and his oldest child aegon will sit to the throne and you will be the queen isn't that amazing finally your bringing power to this family" your mother said.

"your not sure about that didn't he named his heir rhaenyra" you said.

"oh the whore of dragon stone" your mother rolled her eyes.

when night comes you sneak outside of the house and explore the city with your red Cloak and a hidden knife in case.

when you were exploring you bumped into someone you quickly apologize but as you recognize his face he was aegon the eldest son of king viserys.

"well my prince aren't you supposed to be asleep" you said.

"as well as your my princess" aegon said.

"well do you want company you seemed lonely" you said as you two outside the border of King's landing near the ocean.

" of course my princess it's been a long time since we met" aegon said.

"your going to be king you know" you said as you watch the waves of the ocean.

"I don't wanna be a king" aegon stated as furrowed his eye brows.

"but that's what your mother wants"

"she didn't even asked me if ever wanted to be a king it's like I'm just a pawn to her" aegon said as the sadness took over him.

"well aren't we the same forced to be something we don't want" you said as you caress his face.

"I was also forced to be perfect smile like an princess bow to many dance for a lot"

aegon was sad that you need to in that horrible family forced into something that your uncomfortable with.

"i want the crown to be give to someone else that is soo much worthy than me" aegon stated.

"and who might that be my prince"

"my sister rhaenyra targaryen the true heir to the throne" aegon said as you two spend the night in the ocean.

that day raven was sent to the black as aegon wrote to her sister as the letter said my dear sister rhaenyra true heir to the iron throne yield to you that i will no longer come to the crown as i will be peacefully be a prince and wish to marry y/n huxley.

"well isn't this magnificent my wife aegon didn't want the crown alicent wanted the crown" daemon said as he read the letter.

"send a letter to aegon i wish to meet him and his lover" rhaenyra said smiling as thanks to the old god that she will finally be in good terms with her siblings.

as aegon open the letter he reads it and said my dear brother as you and your lover y/n come here you must bend the knee to me and i will take you all back to my heart.

when aegon and y/n come to rhaenyra they both bend the knee to her as the prove of loyalty to the realm and her the queen.

"oh dear brother" rhaenyra said as he hugged him aegon was stunned he never received any hugs from his family as he hug back.

"welcome to the family" jacaerys said as he also hug him.

"aren't you his lover you two will make such a great couple" daemon said as he shake hands with y/n.

"thank you my king" you said.

"well aren't you lovely my dear blessings for your wedding" rhaenyra said as she hugged you.

"thank you my queen it's such an honored to be blessed by you"

"no problem my dear"

as the coronation of rhaenyra you all attend to it as you wear a beautiful black dress as aegon wear black Alicent and rhaenyra made up as the house of targaryen was finally one.

the next following day you and aegon wed the wedding was held up at the dragon stone as you are now y/n targaryen the lady of dragon stone with her husband aegon Targaryen lord of dragon stone.

but one day your mother suddenly barged in rage as she shouted at you.

"YOU WHORE YOU'VE RUIN MY PLAN" you mother said as she shouted at you

"isn't this want you wanted" you said as you furrowed your eye brows.

"you're supposed to be bringing power to your family not this freaking bullshit"

"i did bring the power and that power choose me" you said.

"what kind of huxley are you! being selfish brat" your mother said.

"im no longer a huxley im a targaryen a lady of dragon stone and i will take anything that you took from me" you said.

your mother was furious as she takes out a knife and cuts your arm as soon as that happens the door open and the guards hold her aegon Rush to your side and look at your wound.

"take her out as this day comes that thing will not enter here" aegon said angry towards your mother.

since that day you erase the terrible moments that happened to you and live your life with your husband together you two have 5 children and live peacefully.

"There can be no failure to a man who has not lost his courage, his character, his self respect, or his self-confidence. He is still a King".

#house of the dragon #the house of dragon x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #heleana targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #viserys targaryen #Spotify

[lilyrizzy]

max/daniel, hunger games au, outsider pov

The air in the arena is so suffocating, Alex can't help but tip his head back and marvel a little at the artificial domed sky above their heads. He'd always thought, growing up, that if the Capitol invested even half the money they spent on the games into feeding the people of the districts, there'd be no need for any of this.

Dangerous thoughts he'd always known better than to share.

Still, he's said them to George more than once since their names were called for that second time. At this point, there feels like there's nothing left to lose. They already won, Alex two years ago and George just last year. Back to back victories for their District, and here they are anyway. Punished for their victory.

This time, they're going to lose.

A little way off in front of where they are sat side by side now, Max and Seb are talking in hushed, almost hostile looking tones. Trouble in teamate paradise. Charles, who has already lost his, has rolled his trousers up, taken off his shoes and is standing barefoot in the water.

Alex longs to join him. Underneath his legs, the sand is  burning. He was the one who'd suggested coming here, thinking that being by the water there would be some kind if breeze, some relief, but-

"Real beaches have wind," Charles had mocked him with an eye roll. "This is not some holiday to the coast." As if Alex had ever been on one. "Now we are just sitting here in the open, like ducks."

Nobody had moved though. There are five of them here after all, almost half of the total people left alive. They stood just as good a chance here, against the three left that were any real threat, as they did hidden away in the jungle behind.

"I don't trust these people," George tells him for the fourth time since they've been sat here. Alex doesn't need to follow his line of sight to know exactly who he's talking about.

Max, who Seb has left standing alone in favour of making his way back up the beach towards them. Max who is stood with his eyes closed, his face turned up towards the artifical sun, hands stuffed into his pocket. His lips moving like he's talking to someone who isn't there.

Maybe George has a point, but-

"He's our best chance of staying alive, and you know it," Alex reminds him.

Max killed thirteen people in his games. A record, especially impressive for someone who isn't trained for it, not from District 1 or 2. A total worth bragging about, but Alex has never heard him even mention it.

Maybe he's naive, but that fact along with the dark circles underneath his eyes make Alex want to trust him in the way George can't seem to.

"He's a monster," George says, something else Alex has heard before, "do you know how many times I was made to rewatch his bloody games, by Toto, by-".

"I'm going to get some water, Georgie," Alex announces, getting to his feet because he can't have this argument again. Can't remind George for the hundredth time that Toto also told them, make allies. That Max, for whatever reason, seems to care about keeping his alivd. Had tried so hard to carry a wounded Carlos through poisonous fog, just because Charles asked for his help.

Alex had never even seen Max interact with either of them before this games, but his voice as he'd told Charles he was sorry for failing, for letting Carlos die is not something he'll forget soon.

He's just made it to the treeline when the same voice calls his name. Turning, Alex finds Max running towards him, almost frighteningly quick.

"I will come with you," he announces, leaving no room for discussion. "We should not go places alone."

Alex glances to George, but he's sat with Seb now, staring straight ahead into the water. Maybe George was right, and this is how they die. Picked off by the two golden boys of District 6.

"Okay," Alex tells him, still not quite finding it in himself to disagree. He just wants to go home to Lily, and he already knows he'll never do that again, so what else is there left to be afraid of.

They walk in silence. The jungle is silent too, eerily so in a way Alex knows can't be real, even if before last year he'd never left the soot covered District 12. How different than a jungle and the forest of his home really be?

Alex has just tapped the spire into the trunk of a tree when Max touches a hand to his shoulder.

"Did Toto tell you," he asks, strangely urgent in a way he wasn't been since trying to drag Carlos's body out of the fog. "Do you know?"

Alex frowns. Behind them, the water trickles, but neither of them move to drink.

"Tell me what?" He asks. "What do-."

Before he can finish, someone is shouting Max's name. Screaming it, loud and piercing. Alex's head whips around to the beach, but it's coming from the trees, and-

"Daniel," Max chokes out, face drained of all colour. Before Alex realises what is happening, Max is knocking past him, running into the jungle.

Alex finds his feet moving, chasing after him as the screams continue. A man's voice, crying for Max over and over. Screaming in pain, begging for help. But-

There's no one in the games called Daniel this year.

Still, Max's voice echos just ahead of him, calling out for him. "Daniel! Daniel, I am coming, Daniel."

"Max," Alex calls, adding to unbreable crescendo, "Max!"

He catches up with him in him a small clearing, finding him stood still and surrounded by a flock of birds flying around his head. It's then Alex realises where all the noise is coming from. The jabberjays perfectly mimicking the person- Daniel's- voice in a way designed to torment Max.

He's slashing his blade through the air, trying to cut them down. Alex makes a step towards him, reaching for his own weapon to try to help, only to find himself jolted back, unable to pass through. On the other side of some invisible torture chamber Max is trapped inside by the same forcefields that have divided this arena up into the 12 segments of a clock.

"Max," he says again, taking in the sick look of terror on his face, "Max, they're not real, they're just birds, they're-"

"Fuck off," Max snaps, eyes wild when he looks to him. "Fuck off, Alex, go- Go back to the beach, I cannot protect you in here."

For a moment he hesitates, watching Max crumple to the ground, pressing his fingers into his ears, eyes screwed shut. With his knees tucked under his chin, Alex is reminded that Max is younger than him. Just 24.

Back on the beach, he sits down beside Seb and George.

"Max is trapped in a new segment," he says, when Seb looks worriedly behind him. Alex's voice is shaking. "He- It's jabberjays, they're- Who is Daniel?"

Seb's entire face falls, and he gets to his feet.

"Another Victor from 6. I volunteered for him this year," he says, and right, Alex should have remembered that. "He was Max's mentor."

Seb makes his way towards the jungle from which Alex just came, not offering any more than that. Not that he really needs to.

If there's one thing these games have taught Alex, it's the face of someone who thinks they are losing everything they love.

#sorry if youve never read catching fire this probably makes no sense #im so lazy with world building #anyway hope someone likes this!!! #max/daniel #fic #like this isnt very imaginative #but i love this scene from the book and wanted to put my guys into it #and its almost 2am and i dont want tk typo fix l

[needle-noggins]

Volume 7 destroyed me. Part 1 of whatever this analysis is. Lots of talk about childhood trauma. Vash is such a complex character so if there are inconsistencies in my logic here, help me.

So in Volume 7, we get some pretty heavy flashbacks to Vash and Knives' shared trauma of discovering Tesla, and it's juxtaposed with Vash meeting up with Knives in the ark, contrasting then and now. Highlighting how they've changed and developed in response to their shared trauma - which is to say, in opposite ways. And not necessarily just due to their personalities. In fact, I would say that Knives is more sensitive, sweet, and trusting pre-Tesla. Vash is a bit more aloof, although still a good kid.

Also, here's the lily.

White flowers are a common Japanese symbol for death/grief and are primarily used in funerals. Lilies can symbolize purity and innocence (don't quote me on this one though). Rem must have put that flower there and kept it alive. She does say that she opposed the experimentation and regrets Tesla's suffering and death, but this drives the point home in a way that also highlights Rem's character and her love for flowers (which, tbh, seems more of a Tristamp thing I think? Regardless, I hope the next season of Stampede has more Tesla flashbacks with the white lily. That would be a nice nod to the manga).

Back to Tesla trauma. God, it makes me sick. The cold, detached way in which she's described as the "subject" hits home for me because I have to write like that for a living working in healthcare. It's commonplace and required, but man, it's terrifying reading it and understanding that there's 0 compassion in there. Medical ethics (or lack thereof) are my kryptonite. It gets me every time.

To make things worse, it's gory in it's own sterile way. Tesla's body is contained in nice little tanks, but if you look into those tanks... oof. She's riddled with tumors, organs are near-indistinguishable, and her small little child legs make it all the more horrifying. That's a child. With a detached, tiny baby angel arm in another tank. It may be important to note that this is reminiscent of Vash's angel arm (it's the right arm) but also it's the arm that's detached (well, both of Tesla's are, but this one was likely removed first and by Dr. Conrad and the team). Foreshadowing, in a weird way? And Tesla's entire brain is in another tank, with her eye. At what point did this happen? Was she still conscious for that? I want to scream.

Vash is not handling this well. He's the first to cry out about the differences between plants and humans. Also, the composition of that last panel here is incredible - the emotion is palpable. And the eyes?? Eyes of all the humans, watching them as they sleep in the ship, waiting to pounch, or Tesla's eyes, watching from the tank, casting judgement down? Either way, it's evocative. Poor baby Vash. He is so so angry and so scared.

Knives, meanwhile, shatters so badly that he blocks it out and/or represses it without showing a single emotion - as a defense mechanism. This certainly seems more like a Vash-style response, right?

Do remember that these boys are twins. Despite all their differences that have baked in as adults now, they were much more similar as kids. The specific circumstances in their experience immediately post-Tesla then shape them for the rest of their lives and cause the rift between them that we see today (in the same volume, no less). It's nothing but pure tragedy.

Which then brings us to the next scene - Vash, even at such a young age, is already showing tendencies of self-harm and suicidal ideation. He's refusing to eat, wasting away. He'd rather die than live long enough to become another experiment, to be subjected to that torture. There is no safe place for him in this world of humans, and Knives is refusing to acknowledge it (he's literally asleep during this; we love an avoidant king - jk but i'm handshaking w/ Knives; relatable). Rem, bless her, tries to treat Vash to some freshly-cut fruit (also a symbol of familial love in Japan - acts of service and all) but ya know, she forgets the cardinal rule when handling someone who is suicidal - don't let them have access to sharp objects. No knives for you, Vash.

BIG MOM MOMENT. Rem grabs the sharp edge of the blade and lets it cut her to prevent Vash from harming himself. She may not have birthed these boys, but damn if she isn't their mother in every other way. (also, quick point - generational trauma - Rem's grief over Alex's death becomes Vash's grief over Rem's death? I don't have good formed thoughts on this yet).

UGH. The flip side of Rem's blank ticket philosophy - the future is blank, so why throw the present away? There's always, always hope. Isn't that just the overarching message of Trigun?

This is obviously a formative moment for Vash. He never forgets this lesson.

Caveat to this, Vash is still a very self-destructive character as an adult, verging on suicidal without being outrightly so. He has let this moment shape his character, but he still others himself in that he believes this philosophy doesn't apply to him, an Independent. Vash has said before that there's no hope for him, he wishes he had never been born, and he's only really alive to destroy Knives and finish what they started. That's uh, Not Good... what will make Vash want to finally live? (*shhhhh, spoilers!*) Anyway, Vash applies this lesson to Wolfwood in Wolfwood's weakest moment. Vash sees himself in Wolfwood in the "Shoot" moment, no doubt, he sees his fear and anger, even if it's a bit of a different flavor. Wolfwood is simultaneously suicidal in that moment and has this twisted logic of, If Vash can kill me he can kill anyone; this will help him and i'm willing to die for that cause.

Someone tell me their thoughts on this parallel. I kinda just want to scream incoherently about it. That's all I got.

Anyway.

It takes some extra learning in this moment before Vash can figure his shit out. He takes the situation from bad to worse - he's still angry at humans for his pain, still terrified. He's so angry that he stabs Rem - his mother figure, the only person other than Knives that he's ever known and trusted - and instantly regrets it, terrified that he'll lose her (before his worst fears are later realized, and he does and it's his fault, again).

It's like, you know, the feeling when you hurt your sibling because you're so fucking mad at them, but the moment they're actually hurt, you're instantly filled with fear and regret? (THIS WILL COME INTO PLAY LATER TOO I PROMISE.)

I can imagine it's 10 times worse with a parent.

And Knives is asleep! For all of this! I think the one big takeaway with the twins is that Vash has always been the more outwardly emotional one, and Knives has always been more sensitive but withdrawn. Vash expresses his anger outwardly, getting it out quickly, even if it's very destructive in the moment. But this moment teaches him to do otherwise - he sees the result of his anger, and he's terrified out of doing anything to cause harm ever again. Vash tries to kill Rem! Vash, who now wouldn't hurt a soul, even if he wants to! He's terrified of the consequences, and with the added idolization of Rem's memory... yeah. So as an adult, Vash turns away from "flight" and into "fawn" as his main trauma response. He just wants to make things right and he's willing to break a hundred times for it so no one else has to get hurt. (he's also very much a "flight" still, but ya know)

Knives sits back, represses, plots until his emotions have twisted beyond recognition and his resulting actions are a hundred times more irrational and fucked up. Very much "fight". And it's even more terrifying, actually.

When Knives wakes up, he's calm. He's collected. He says he doesn't remember what happened. He's plotting to doom the whole SEEDS project. He's going to kill them all, and he's not showing a single emotion until he's gleefully realized his plan is working. That's horrifying.

I think this is where I'll stop for now. I'm not a therapist or psychiatrist or expert in trauma in any way and this post is quickly running away from me and into a psychoanalysis of the twins, which I just don't feel equipped to do here, never mind have the right words for. But at least this can get a conversation started.

#trigunbookclub #trimax #trimax spoilers #GOD i juST SJKDHGKSJHFKKHS

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 15 - I was never there

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Chapter 15 - I was never there

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~third person POV~

"Sky, can you hear me?!"

"I think Minho's mic works, guys!" Seungmin shouted to Jeongin and Han, turning his eyes to the big computer screen in the van and turning off his headphones, putting Minho on speaker.

"Minho?!" Han spoke.

"Connect me to Chan right now!" the boy shouted through the earpiece. "I did it! Fuck, but there's a BIG problem."

"We hear you, Lee Know."Chan spoke, signaling to Changbin and Momo to retreat to the cars outside.

"I killed him!"

"So he came to Tunnel A, after all, like Shade thought." Seungmin affirmed.

"There's a big problem here, fuck. Jeongin, prepare the medical kit immediately! I'm coming with Felix and Hyo!"

"Minho, calm down, what's wrong with them?"

"They've been shot! Shade... shot them both."

~

"What the fuck happened?!" Chan opened the van's door and helped Minho carry Hyo and Felix inside. "Hyo, you were there with Shade the whole time... fill us in."

"I... Channie... I'm so sorry. Shade... no, Emilia. She... betrayed us. I don't know what happened, I really thought we were friends!" Hyo looked like a mess, crying her eyes out and bleeding profoundly from her leg.

"What... do you mean to say, Hyo...?" Chan asked with hesitation.

"When we were alone, the earpieces suddenly stopped working, and... she pulled out the gun on me... Told me she hates my guts, hopes I die and that she'll make it look like an accident! But then... Lixie opened the door... he tried to stop her, so she opened fire!" she cried.

"No... it can't be..." Chan shook his head. "That's impossible... she would never..."

"She kicked my gun from my hand when I tried to shoot back and then she shot me in the leg! Fuck, this hurts like a bitch!"

"It's impossible..." Chan continued to deny.

"OPEN YOUR GODDAMN EYES!" Minho shouted. "You have proof right here!"

"And there's more-" Hyo continued, barely speaking through the tears. "She must've been hand in hand with them the whole time... her room... still looked the same..."

"I- no..." Chan couldn't believe his ears. "But Lee Know killed their boss, so how..."

"I saw it too..." Minho nodded. "There were pics of her on the walls..."

"I told you... the baby with the rose mark on his back... wasn't a coincidence..." Hyo kept insisting.

Despite her messed up appearance, she was burning with happiness that she planted that seed a few months ago. It all fell into place, as Chan seemed to doubt Shade more and more.

Minho also bit the bait, much to her surprise, which only made things better for her. She was glad that she had the brilliant thought to shoot her leg and make it look like Shade did it.

It was so satisfying, she barely held in her smile.

Minho pat Chan on the back. "She probably thought that I wouldn't be able to take him down on my own... I know you love her, but... Lixie might not make it, Chris! And Hyo is also badly hurt! Because of her!"

"So... where is she, then?" Chan continued asking Hyo, not knowing what to think. Was Hyo telling the truth? How could she not, when she herself was bleeding so much?

"I don't know, Chris!" She cried out. "She ran away!"

"Look, we have some cameras outside, don't we? Seungmin can check if she left the Manor." Minho kept his calm, even though he was burning with rage inside. He also noticed that Chan wasn't completely rational, and when it came to hierarchy in SKZ, he was the next in line. It was time to help and take charge.

"Mhm, I found her... she headed towards the garage and left with a car just a few minutes ago. I'm trying to make out the plate number."

"Chris, we must... we must not let her get away." Hyo said. "What she's done to me... to Felix..."

"We won't." Lee Know placed his hand on Hyo's shoulder, comforting her. "We will find her and bring her back..."

Jeongin tried his hardest to tend to Felix and remove the bullets from his chest so he can stop the bleeding, being unable to process what the others were saying. His Emi would never do that. He was sure of that. 

However, seeing Chan's gaze darken, his blood ran cold. He felt that his leader's feelings for Emilia were disappearing with every word Hyo said, and hearing how determined Lee Know was to find her, he imagined the worst.

Emi, stay away... he pleaded in his mind. It would be better that way.

~

Emilia took a car and started driving towards the side of the house where Jeongin, Jisung and Seungmin should've been stationed. However, no one was there when she arrived.

This can't be... Am I too late? she cried, hoping that the boys found Felix and took him back to the house.

It was only one way to find out, so she drove as best as she could, forcing herself to stay awake. The loss of blood was getting to her head, and the pain was almost unbearable, which forced her to take many stops on the long drive back to Stray Kids' house.

Tears were uncontrollably falling down her face, her vision blurry.

How did things get this fucked? She wondered, cursing herself for pushing down the uneasiness she felt about this night... that feeling of calm before the storm.

After almost three hours, she reached the house and stumbled inside.

She was able to hear voices in the kitchen, so she ran as fast as she could, in her wounded state, towards them.

Around the table, Chan, Hyo and Jeongin looked somberly.

"Emilia?!" Jeongin exclaimed and got up, coming to embrace the girl. He was quick to notice the blood coming from her abdomen, but before he could say or do anything, Chan got up and pushed him aside.

"Chan, how's Felix?!" the girl asked worriedly.

"Shade... bold of you to walk in here like this."

Shade? Why is he calling me Shade? Emilia quivered. He hasn't acted so cold ever since the baby incident...

"I don't know what you-"

"I'm barely holding myself together right now" Chan exhaled angrily. "... please, tell me... what the fuck did you do to Felix and Hyo?"

"I- I didn't do anything! Hyo, she's the one-"

"She's lying!" Hyo screamed at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face once again. "After what you've done to us, you dare to come back here?! How could you shoot me and Felix?"

"What?! I didn't- Chan, you have to believe me. Look, she-" Emilia tried to defend herself, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Chan got angrier the more she spoke.

"Get out." He spat.

"Wh.. what?" she looked at him puzzled. He surely wasn't telling her what she was hearing... was he?

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of here and never come back."

"But- but Chris-" she tried touching his face, wanting to speak some sense into him, but he already seemed to have his mind set.

"Don't fucking touch me." He replied emotionlessly.

Seeing that she wouldn't back down angered him even more, so he took it out on her with a powerful slap on her face.

The hit didn't seem to register, however, as she tried coming next to him again, touching his face, her hands shaking.

"I said, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" he pushed her as hard as he could, making her body hit the wall behind. She fell on her knees weak, powerless.

Why was this happening to her?

"Chan-" Jeongin tried to intervene, but he was quickly shut down as well.

"Go check on Felix, will you?" his leader commanded.

Huh, so Felix is alive, that's good... Emilia thought, feeling relieved that at least her friend was alright.

"For what you've done, I should kill you right here and now. You somehow managed to make me fall for you. How stupid was I?!" Chan continued angrily pulling out his gun and pointing it to his former lover as soon as Jeongin reluctantly left the room. "How could you betray them, hm?! How could you betray me?!"

"I never-" she tried to talk, but the blood in her mouth from the slap made her cough.

"You look so pathetic." Chan laughed lowly. "And you are worthless. It wouldn't even be fun killing you at this point."

He came closer to her and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was so cold, it made her freeze, for she never saw him like that, not even in the first night she came to kill him.

In her head, especially since becoming his lover, she never connected Chris, the love of her life, to Chris, the heartless mafia leader.

"I'm gonna give you some time to pull yourself together... and when your world's sweetest, I'll hunt you down with everything I have. You hear me? This shall be fun. We can even put your pretty head on display somewhere in the garden when the time comes, why not? That's what rats deserve."

Emilia stood on the ground, silent.

"Not gonna say anything, doll? Then get the fuck out of my house already, will you? You fucking traitor." He let go of her hair pushing her, and turned around.

Nonchalant, he grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped off the blood on his hands – hers – then headed towards the door, signalling to Hyo to follow him.

Hyo took one last glance at Emilia before exiting the room in crutches. Seeing her like this was even more satisfying than if she managed to kill her earlier. 

God, what a good feeling! she smirked, turning around.

~

(Song: The Weekend - I was never there)

(quick A/N: I recommend listening to this while you read the next part, as it's been an inspiration for this chapter)

~

Emilia stood on the ground bleeding for what felt like hours. After having her whole life taken away from her by the man she loved most, she was completely empty.

It never mattered that she would've never betrayed Chan, that she would always be on his side, because it seems he was never on hers.

Otherwise, why would he turn his back on her so easily? How could he not even listen to a single word she tried to say?

He took Hyo's words at face value once again and didn't even doubt for a second that things could've happened differently.

Channelling all the force left in her body, she used the wall behind her to stand up. She slowly made her way out of the house, leaving a trail of blood behind her, and she walked through the now-so-familiar gardens of the manor, out on the empty streets, so dizzy she didn't even notice where she was headed.

However, her feet seemed to have a location memorized, as they brought her there without her mind to it.

The Overpass.

This shall be her grave.

Seems fitting. She thought, leaning against the old bridge's wall and letting herself fall down to the ground, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

Her vision was blurry enough either way, so why not just close them and listen to the world around her? After all, the last senses you lose when you die are hearing and touching, and so her hearing was as sharp as ever. Even sharper, perhaps.

Hearing the water's flow beautifully in front of her, she wished she could just be one of the fishes swimming without a care in the world in there.

Ah, if only I was a fish! She thought, bringing a smile to her face.

But no, I always wanted more. Too much.

Thinking of him hurts...

Fuck.

Why was I so stupid?

I can't believe I got myself tricked so easily.

Did I bring my own demise?

I must've, right?

It's all my fault things turned out this way.

Somewhere from her left side, heavy footsteps were closing in. She pulled out her gun, pointing it towards the dark figure that was approaching, and pulled the trigger. 

Of course, nothing happened. The gun was as empty as it was earlier when Hyo stabbed her.

She couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle.

„You lost a lot of blood." a quiet voice spoke next to her. She quickly felt herself being picked up from the ground.

She let herself indulge in this last gesture of care and placed her head on this person's shoulder. It felt different from Chan's.

Opening her eyes slowly, she was unable to see anything but a dark silhouette.

"San...? why are you here...?" Emilia asked weakly. "You died... did I... also... die...?"

"Shh. Don't speak. I'm here to repay the favour. I'll be your guardian angel this time." The voice said, making no sense in the girl's head, for the boy was not her former partner, but her Shadow.

"I'm gonna fix you. Everything will be alright." Jeongin spoke again, trying more to assure himself than to assure her.

"I will take care of you... I will never leave you alone..."

His voice was growing distant, as Emilia slipped in and out of consciousness.

~

She woke up a few days later in an unfamiliar room.

"Argh." She tried to stand up, the pain in her abdomen stopping her.

"You're awake! Thank God!" Jeongin rushed near the bed. "I was afraid you're gonna wake up when I'm not here."

"Felix... how is Felix?" Emilia asked anxiously, as she suddenly remembered all the events that took place before she passed out.

"He's stable for now, but... we still aren't sure if he'll make it... he has yet to wake up." Jeongin looked down for a brief moment, before sitting on the bed next to Emilia and grabbing her hands.

"I'm so glad you're awake, though. You have no idea."

"Jeongin... you shouldn't be here, Foxie..." she looked away. "I'm a traitor in Chan's eyes... he will kill you if he found out..."

"Emi, I know you would've never harmed Felix or Hyo... She is lying, isn't she?"

Hearing that question brought back all the feelings she tried to bury. She started crying uncontrollably, letting herself be embraced and soothed by Jeongin.

"Shh, it's okay."

"But it's not! Chan, he- fuck, Jeongin, I messed up!"

"If Felix wakes up, this whole misunderstanding will be solved..." Jeongin started.

"No, you're missing the point. I messed up because I let myself fall so in love with him, it hurts! I didn't care about how fast and hard I fell for him. Why didn't I know how dangerous that was, hm?!" She started sobbing, feeling all the pain inflicted on her soul by her former lover.

How little regard did he have for her and their relationship, she wondered? Why was it so easy to push her away, to not even care about what she had to say?

Wasn't he supposed to love her? To be on her side?

Or were those just lies?

Her feelings for Chan were suicide, only you couldn't see the ropes.

The boy held her tighter.

"I was simply... oblivious that his kisses were poison to me. How couldn't I notice it was too good to be true?!" she cried and cried, holding onto Jeongin for dear life.

However, this time he pulled away and wiped the tears off her face.

"Emi... it's not your fault. What other people do is not up to you..."

"You're right, but you know what the sad thing is? Even if I knew, it probably wouldn't have mattered. As long as it was him... I would've... gladly... drunk any poison." She smiled genuinely.

Jeongin didn't say anything in response, waiting for the girl to finish.

"The only mistake I made... was to not realise that he wouldn't do the same for me."

I would've taken a bullet for him to prove how much I loved him, but as it turned out... all this time, he was the one holding the gun.

"How ironic... Why did things happen like this?" she continued smiling.

After all, nothing hurts more in this world than a heart left wondering why. 

She didn't know what to do with herself, so she simply had to turn off everything around her. She had to grow numb, and her smile in these circumstances only proved so further.

"Jeongin, even if Felix wakes up, which I pray to God will happen, I can never go back there. Chris... I don't want to see him ever again."

The boy nodded.

"I always thought... white lilies represent a new you, a Rebirth... but you know, Innie?"

"I'm not sure I follow..." he replied, confused, unaware of the painting in Hyunjin's greenhouse.

"The truth is, they have a double meaning. They represent the dead... And that's what I want to be for him, do you understand?"

"Emi-"

"You will go out and dig a grave for me... and if he ever asks..."

"... I understand. And I promise you that I will do just as you asked me."

"Thank you, Innie." The girl smiled shily. "Truly. You're the only one I can still trust."

"Emi... how about this? We'll wait for a few more days until you are a bit better, you lost so much blood... and after that, let's leave this shithole behind, together. Let's run far away for good." 

Jeongin grabbed Emilia's face and looked deeply into her eyes. 

"I'll make you forget all about him."

With no warning, he pressed their lips together.

Let this be... the last time we see each other, Innie. Emilia thought and indulged in the kiss. 

The first time they met, she gave him the gift of life, saving him. This shall be her farewell present, then. 

---

Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

#stray kids #straykids #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #stray kids mafia #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #bang chan angst #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz #lee minho #minho stray kids #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #felix #han jisung #seungmin #jeongin #yang jeongin

[nedlittle]

I do want to know your top 5 joan paintings? I can make no promises but even just in general the concepts slap (also I am living for your mcr opinions and getting so pumped up to listen to them again, thank you)

VINDICATION FOR MY CORRECT MCR OPINIONS

okay sorry. joan time.

joan of arc listening to the voices by eugène thirion (1876)

this is THE definitive joan painting for me. the textures. the placement of the bodies. the figure in armour in the background. is that joan too? are we seeing into the future? is she? her expression's inscrutable to me but, i like to think that when she heard the voices they told her she would die and still she chose to take up the sword. i love any piece of media that reminds the audience of its own voyeurism. you are looking at joan knowing she will be burned at the stake before she turns 20, and joan is looking back at you. further correct opinions under the cut

2. sleeping joan of arc by george w. joy (1895)

oughh. this one renders me inconsolable. even martyrs need naps. the vulnerability of falling asleep contrasted with the refusal to take off her armour. the tender way the angel is cradling her feet...sword within reach, hands crossed in prayer or like a corpse [ethel cain voice] god loves you but not enough to save you

3. joan of arc by albert lynch (1903)

a classic! the martyr the myth the legend! i don't have much to say about this one i just think it's really pretty <3 the hairstyle that launched a thousand photoshoots. the field of lilies she's in the middle of...i don't know if lilies were associated with funerals in 1903 (surely they must have been i can't see that tradition being only 100 years old) but to someone who's been to a Lot of funerals she is quite literally dead and alive at the same time. what is a ghost? something dead that seems to be alive. something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

4. joan of arc - harold piffard (c.1897)

again, i just think this one's neat :^). i was surprised when i found a date for it because to my (untrained, not an art historian) eye it looks SO modern. it looks like it could have been painted in photoshop in 2011, that is in no way a dig i just think it's the light which is throwing me off. this one has such a simple colour palate, the red of her skirt is largely obscured idk i want it on a tshirt with some poetry or lyrics on it. also can we talk about the folds where her banner is draped over her shoulders? godly.

5. joan of arc by dante gabriel rossetti (1882*)

i am in general not a fan of rossetti-he could paint one face and it looked like carlos ii of spain which is deeply unflattering to say the least; everyone he painted looked like a hapsburg second cousin. so, my condolences. even this one i'm not sure i like because all the shades of red are too similar that her hair and the background and all the detail on her robe sort of blend together like tomato soup. but still the close upper body crop (for lack of a better word) really brings you up close and the way that the eye, for those who read left-right which is what rossetti's audience would have been, goes from her hands along the pommel of her sword along the blade to her face and the angle of her face is quite striking!

*he did an almost identical watercolour with even tighter framing in 1864

#sorry to keep you waiting anon. unfortunately i exist under capitalism and was working on war and peace & emails #anonymous #answered #once again i am BEGGING people to draw mx joan of jersey in ANY of these. i am giving you people free material #it doesn't even have to be the first one even though that is my favourite #bonus joans i like but didn't include: #joan of arc at prayer by peter paul rubens (1620) #the maid of orleans by jan matejko (1886) #saint joan of arc by paul de la boulaye (1909) #joan of arc by annie swynnerton (early 1900s) #thank you to coming to bad art history with kit nedlittle

[scalamore]

Novel Summary of Manhwa Chapter 110-111 (Part 1) - Rupert's POV

Trigger warning: mentions of death and suicide. :(

Volume 5, Chapter 13: You, Truly in Despair.

Rupert’s standing there, thinking how he’s seen 3 deaths in his life. For some reason, the people around him loved to die in front of him. Was it because there was some stench around him, that made people want to die? But wait, the third one is still alive somehow… as he looks at Lari.

He notices her feet poking out from the blood-red duvet – fair, and lily-white. But there was a dark bruise at the ankle, resulting from how tighty she tied herself to the bed that he needed a knife to release her. When he imagined her tying the rope herself, his eyes burned with rage. His usual emotionless and composed self was completely gone. The rage well up inside him, as if it would burn his heart into a crisp before subsiding. He didn’t know how to describe this feeling. Should he be at least glad that she wasn’t dangling from the air like the others? If she did hang herself like Eva, then his sense of reason would have been lost the moment he found her. No – even if she hadn’t, he lost his sanity anyway. The sight of her, lying lifelessly in the blazing inferno was impactful on its own. He looked at her lying there and flopped down in the seat beside the bed. The doctor hurries over and tells him to take it easy, reminding him of his own wounds. Rupert looks at his own wounds – an arm with burn wounds, a broken shoulder from covering Lariette from a collapsing column. His left eye was blurry from the ashes that fell onto them. He even had a priest come and bless him with holy water, but the pain lingered. If anything, he was a wreck instead of the one in the burning room.

He reached out and touched her forehead – her skin was soft like silk and asked the doctor why she wasn’t waking up despite physically appearing fine. He responds with encouragement she’ll be OK because Rupert saved her quickly, but Rupert was full of his own worries. Unbelievable, she doesn't move the way I expect her to. How troubling. No, it's beyond troubling, it’s unsettling. Why did she go this far? I had cherished her as best as I could. Did she truly believe I’d kill her?

I'm not going to kill you, let alone let you die by yourself.

Rupert had absolutely no plans on taking her life just because she was Akan I’s hidden daughter.

He asked if there was a chance she’d die, and the doctor was honest saying that Lari was never that physically strong in the first place.

For a moment, Rupert considered killing him for his honesty, but swallowed down those feelings because otherwise he’d kill an innocent person. It’s not like killing him would make her wake up, and also, he promised Lari that he would be a wise emperor.

The Doctor tries to encourage Rupert to rest, but he insists that he is, and dismisses the doctor.

Rupert lowered his head. He felt suffocated. There were bandages wound around his chest, but that wasn’t the issue. That feeling came from somewhere deeper. It was though something was squeezing him from the inside, from the corner of his heart. When he heard the door close, Rupert laid down next to Lari, wondering if he should be angry at her, or maybe beg her to wake up? As he gazed at her sleeping self, his anger bubbled but then subsided again.

He felt as if he was chased out from his home, naked, in the middle of winter. He was completely lost, he had no idea where to go. He desperately wanted to bicker and banter with her, but he couldn’t even ask why she did what she did. After all, she wouldn’t wake up.

He wonders if it would have been better to just let her die?

Rupert keeps on changing his mind throughout the day. At first, he couldn’t’ stand the look of her and considered getting rid of her. Yet at the same time, he wanted to do everything in his power to protect her. At some point, his decision leaned towards the latter of protecting her.

The Empire was paralyzed the moment Lariette ‘died’. It’s to be expected, as the newly crowned Emperor was stuck in his room, ignoring all the officials who knocked on his door.

Rupert knew more than Lariette. He’d always known more than her from the moment they first met. It wasn’t hard to piece together the pieces that Tori had brought him. Count Belois was a careful man, but he had weaknesses. The retainers of Akan I were as naïve as their Emperor. They preached what they wanted, but also prepared for their own downfalls. Although he had many worries when he found out Lariette was his daughter, he didn’t need to take any specific action. Although, he found it difficult to predict her behavior. She always acted in ways that didn’t make sense. She only made irrational choices and didn’t know how to take care of herself. Despite this, he never imagined she would attempt to kill herself. He expected her to betray him and join House Belois. When she did, he thought of suppressing her family in such a way so she wouldn’t be hurt. She would go crazy and resent him if he were to kill her family – thus he would spare her mother and brother. She wouldn’t dare leave him then, she wouldn’t be that shameless.

“But there’s a limit to one’s foolishness.”

Once again, he failed to predict her actions.

She didn’t watch him in his moment of glory when he became Emperor. He should have locked her up and interrogated her, asking where she learned to be so impudent. Or maybe he should have warned her ahead of time, to cut her ties with her family since her father was planning treason?

But he knew better. Lariette would never abandon them.

She didn’t believe him at all.

At that moment, Rupert realized. Lariette did not trust him, and didn’t trust that he would protect her.

“Why?”

Did his words mean nothing at all to her? He had said he would protect her and House Belois as long as House Belois did not threaten his throne.

He never saw House Belois as a threat. Akan I was dead, a forgotten ghost. He took out Lariette’s letter from his pocket, crushing it without reading it. It was so clear how much she wanted to protect her family. They were all selfish. Lariette’s family was extremely selfish to her, and she was selfish to him.

He thought she thoroughly planned out her death. She must have acted this way because she knew how much he cared for her. If the reason for their rebellion was gone, House Belois would be forced to give up on the rebellion. And for her sake, Rupert would not touch House Belois since she sacrificed her life to protect his throne. For her, he would at least do that much. You made a grave mistake.

.. continued in part 2

[madisonbeersource]

oooh! talking ab booktok, i read it end with us n i was so disappointed. like i didn't get all the hype over it (or basically collen hover books). did u read it? rn im reading a little life and the heroes of olympus (rereading)!

omg i loved tsitp! the soundtrack was amazing. i think steven is underated. so now i must ask u, team jeremiah or conrad? i also watched heartsopper, it's so cute. personally im currently watching gilmore girls, b99, and never have i ever 3 (it just dropped today).

have a great day!

It ends with us .....I loved it, but because it was very clear to me that is it NOT a romance novel, it's a book about domestic violence, about how by either being the perpetrator of abuse or the one letting the abuse happen can destroy the one living with you because lily ...as strong as she wants to be in a healthy rls, she falls for the boy who had the same red flags as her own father and it broke me because we saw the downfall, we had hope ryle would be stronger than that but yet he r*ped & abused her & she saw it coming, the worst is in the end she saw the signs & she ignored it & SO MANY OF US do that bc we wanna believe, we wanna be loved. and the fact that lily was the representation of colleen's own mother & that her father was abusive like wow... no this book is a masterpiece BUT booktok romanticize it & it's sad bc it's a book about abuse, yes atlas is the cutest book boyfriend but honestly it's not what people on this website claim it is :/ like the end of the book says "You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore" like you can put down the fight, you're safe. LIKE????? WOW OKAY KILL ME NOW?? but i'm a colleen hoover's stan...i read several of her novels & honestly exept "Too Late" that I didn't like because it's a dark romance and I despise this genre i mean no worries to those who read it but i hate it w my whole heart but actually my first new romance book was from her and i think i never had my heart broken like this book it stays my favorite book & i always get teary eyed when i speak about it haha (sorry i'm a passionate type sdfgfds) but YES I DID READ IT ENDS W US & I read recentely we were liars that is SO POPULAR on there & honestly i liked it a lot!! i'm reading a emma green right now and it's HILARIOUS those womenn are literally the best!!

YES HONESTLY it's a cute show!! well steven kinda got on my nerrves tbh... like he's the first to denigrate belly cause she has "no life" but everytime she tries yet she does something he mocks her and yells at her, he makes out w belly's bff bc he was "insecure" about his current gf, and he knew about about it & yet he took advantage of it. He gaslighted at poker losing every pennies he owned sacrificing shayla's dream dance LIKE NO HE WAS ANNOYING MOST OF THE TIME sdfghgfd. AAAAH... hm for belly? i'd say Conrad cause they were in love for the longest time, she never looked at Jer the way she does w Conrad and he is an ass....like a real ass but I also understood that he knew of his mother dying from cancer and couldn't tell anyone so it was eating him alive like if the guy iloved was going through that i would have forgiven him sooo i'd say conrad BUT for me I had to admit that Jer IS REALLY CUTE like the golden retriever type and i like a man like that for me, the type i could die laughing with you know? & i love the fact he's so at piece w his sexuality you know?? and his eyes.......WHEW. Heartstopper is literally the cutest and i love this show SO MUCH!! ooo never watched those shows it's not my type even tho b99 has some banger scenes!!

#ask

[remusmoonbaby]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Songs That Remind me of Remus Lupin

🤎 here you will finds songs that remind me of Remus w/ the reason why I thought of these songs! Of course this is just how I see him, but feel free to comment some other songs that remind you of him!! I’d love to hear them :)) link to the Spotify playlist here!!

🤎 please do enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it <3

divider credit @chaefilm 🤎

ೃ⁀➷ Home by Cavetown

honestly…this song reminds me of the way Remus struggled after James’ and Lily’s death, along with Sirius being sent to Azkaban. made me think of the way everything happened at once for him and just the spiraling feeling that was happening within him :/ ITS SO SAD !!! especially when you’re thinking of it of this way 💔

ೃ⁀➷ Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin

…if I’m honest I thought of Remus for this song in such an imaginative state here. I don’t know why I think that Remus did have some sort of a “first love” moment while he was in hogwarts but it just didn’t work out :( IM SO SAD LIKE WHY AM I DOING THIS— 💔 but of course he thinks back on it and he’s glad that it didn’t work because now he has his ONE AND ONLY TRUE MATE

ೃ⁀➷ Stressed Out by twenty one pilots

again, this reminds me of the time Remus was alone basically. he doesn't have his best friends being his rocks anymore...werewolf regulations are SO MUCH stricter when all of this is happening, that Remus just thinks about the times of when they were younger. it was so much easier then !!! he could act like a normal teenage wizard boy and not think of the consequences.

ೃ⁀➷ idfc by blackbear (but on the playlist the slowed down remix is made by DJ espinos)

Okay, just like water fountain, this also deals with the "first love"...i feel like Remus will try to make things work between him and the person even if it is lies but...he's so cold about it with them at the same time. he will literally act like he doesn't care about them but we all know he's hiding and holding back on them :/ our poor baby

ೃ⁀➷ Animals by Maroon 5

DO I GOTTA SAY MUCH HERE!? LIKE !!!!! LET'S NOT ACT DUMB HERE WE ALL KNOW THAT REMUS IS A FUCKING FREAAAAAAK IN THE SHEETS!!!! Like this man goes feral every time...don't get me wrong he definitely has a soft spot but one little unhinged moan from you...he snaps. instant switch! it's hot ;))

ೃ⁀➷ Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

guuuuuuuuuys i literally think of this the way Remus teases you. like this is his type of foreplay and does he get the fucking rise out of it when he sees you reacting the way he wants you to. omg this man is literally towering over you staring at you with a knowing look in his eyes and that fucking smirk he has when he's up to no good...oh my gods i'm on my knees for him

ೃ⁀➷ As the World Caves in by Matt Maltese

y'all....this song is literally my prime definition of Remus and Tonks. like, i'm so serious when i first heard this song they were the first thing to pop into my head. i'm so serious when i say that is literally their ride or die (CRYING HERE HOLD UP) song to me...like go and read the lyrics and you'll get what i mean 💔

ೃ⁀➷ Moonlight by Chase Atlantic

this song is literally how i think Remus will think of you when he's starting to actually notice you and become interested in everything about you. the song is literally giving "you make me so curious" vibes just LJHDFHEFKJENF:IHEF

ೃ⁀➷ PARANOID by Chase Atlantic

another song that reminds me of the hardship Remus went through when he was alone. i honestly believe that Remus HAD to have gone through some sort of hysteria that really, and i mean really, made him paranoid that he really couldn't function properly :(

ೃ⁀➷ Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

this song is here for the sheer fact that we all met Remus as the DADA teacher and oh my gods was i living that teacher x student fantasy with him !!! YEAH IT"S BAD WHEN I THINK OF IT NOW but...it's just hot

ೃ⁀➷ Persephone by Tamino

tbh i first thought of this song and just thought this fits Remus' aesthetic...? though i know its pretty much agreed that this song deal with Hades and Persephone but i don't know why I always think that Remus' love is just like Hades love for Persephone...just something about it makes me so freaking warm and fluffy inside that i could just cry in joy honestly.

ೃ⁀➷ Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

if Remus wrote you some sort of poem...this is the song. like, i feel like it fits the way he would want to describe his feelings for you through paper, because the poor man cannnoooot say it in your face

ೃ⁀➷ Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

this is solely here for the aesthetic vibes but also for that other imagine part i've always thought that fits Remus, where he was in love with in school but was scared to approach you in a romantic way, but years later he sees you again and it's like those feelings never went away. he felt like he was back at school just watching you from afar.

ೃ⁀➷ Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

another Remus Lupin aesthetic song !! this song honestly fits him so much just for the overall vibe i get from him and everything :))

ೃ⁀➷ Marinero by Maluma

i had to sneak in a Spanish song here, especially this song!! for those that don't understand Spanish, there are English lyric translations on YouTube, trust me it won't disappoint you. I have this song here just because i feel like Remus will take advantage of the way you feel for him because he doesn't know how to handle it. Excuses I know, but it's the hard reality for him and you.

ೃ⁀➷ Nobody by Mitski

i feel like this song kind of describes Remus's desperate need to have some sort of connection with the outside world, but at the same time he's overthinking it due to the past experiences and he doesn't have his people to weigh him down in case of anything :/

ೃ⁀➷ Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

...do i gotta say much. this man has daddy issues because of the way his father was with him. he's in that club with us, but also it also speaks of the way he is with relationships, especially sexual relationships to me.

ೃ⁀➷ Runaway by AURORA

this song is literally Remus reconnecting with life. He finally has Harry in his life, and he finally has Sirius back too. he feels complete but that nagging feeling in the back of his mind makes him want to run away from it cause he's finally back home.

⁀➷ Who (feat. BTS) by Lauv, BTS

i honestly have this song in the playlist just for the sheer fact that Remus WILL overthink your relationship just because his wolf hasn't claimed you as their mate, and it makes him absolutely anxious. because what if his true mate is out there and it isn't you in the end? what is he going to do?

#Remus Lupin playlist #remus lupin #remus lupin moodboard #remus x reader #remus my beloved #marauders reactions #marauders scenarios #marauders music #music #music recs #remus x you #marauders x y/n #marauders imagines #marauders #harry potter marauders

[snapedefender]

people will really be like “snape got off too easily :/” and shit like that as if snape didn’t die alone and miserably without any chance for real happiness or peace. the last few years of his life were full of terror and paranoia and he didn’t even get the chance to enjoy a world without voldemort or the peace he’d been so necessary in helping achieve. 

snape’s death, out of all the ones in the book, actually managed to shock me; it’s arguably one of the goriest and most brutal death we see in the series. in the movies, it was one of the aspects of snape’s arc in the seventh book i felt they portrayed very well - the shock and violence of it made me jump in my seat. 

so hearing people go on and on about how snape didn’t get what he “deserved” is just... wild to me. what kind of ending could you have given him that would have been worse than that? i mean, he died achieving what he needed to, he was brave to the end but jesus christ is dying painfully with no one but people who hate him to witness it somehow not painful or horrific enough for you? he died in a shack, without accolades, without anyone really knowing his heroism until much, much later and you he somehow got off easily? should he have been drawn and quartered too to merit what ending you think he “deserved”? 

#severus snape #they say it bc harry forgave him and they hate that tbh #but snape legitimately gets a pretty horrifying and violent end - and no i don't think it's what he 'deserved' #that said opinions on what a character 'deserves' is extremely subjective #i have mixed feelings on snape's ending bc on one hand he did achieve what he needed and he would see that as a victory #and narratively he obviously couldn't live past the war - i very much get that #but i don't think we see another character gets killed so brutally in the books tbh #maybe quirrell??? i feel like pettigrew also had a gruesome death but i actually can't remember if we see it in scene or not #but almost everyone else dies via spell - sad obviously but in scene it's very bloodless and quick #snape's one of the few deaths we see where it's actually painful and not magical #and also i'm like... he did die looking at lily's eyes but at the same time died surrounded by kids who hated him #in the shrieking shack where he had nearly died years before... it's like what a sad ending for him

[startanewdream]

the denial month

My last contribution to @jilytoberfest. Thanks so much for @joyseuphoria to organizing this and for @midnightelite for helping me check this for any mistake.

(AO3)

"The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open...

He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!... He laughed before casting the curse ...

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…"

A heavy sigh comes after these words, followed by a string of muttered curses.

From her couch, absently doing her Sunday crosswords, Lily readjusts the glasses on her face. "James, do you really need to read that aloud?"

"I can't help it! That's the stupidest thing I've ever read. Like a marionette?"

"It's Skeeter, what did you expect?"

"Some twisted version of the truth, maybe, but this… we die, Lily!"

"And that's why I don't read it. I remember when the first book came out—"

"The Philosopher's Stone," James reminds her, rolling his eyes.

"Wasn't it Sorcerer's?" Lily shrugs. "Anyway, dear Mrs Walkers from the apothecary seemed surprised I was alive! I go there every week for the past thirty years and she asks me if I was really Lily Potter—"

"Exactly! We can't let people keep thinking this thing is true… Can't we sue Skeeter for spreading lies?"

"I talked to Hermione when the Stone book came out. Skeeter was clever enough to call it a work of fiction based on true facts." Lily narrows her eyes. "And she was clever to also hide while publishing all this."

"Seven books! And we are dead! Why did we have to die?"

"A tragic hero sells better than one with loving parents, I guess."

"Ugh, I can't believe this is a best seller."

She throws him a mildly disapproving look. "Well, you did buy the whole collection."

"I got curious, you know I can't help myself! Sirius kept teasing that my death scene was even worse than his and I wanted to see."

"And it was?"

"Nah, he fell behind a veil, Lily. That was more stupid than me just showing up in front of Voldemort… but you know who got a good death scene? Snape!"

"Harry did see him dying—"

"No, no, he can't get a better death than me, I'm the protagonist's father! And Moony dies off-screen, he is barely mentioned… no, no, we need to do something."

"Burn the books?"

"Maybe it's time we publish our own memories. People have to know what really happened."

Lily opens her arms, and James accepts it at once, pulling her closer. "They know, love."

"I just hate everything… Do you know what happens when Harry goes to the forest to die for our sins? We show up with the Resurrection Stone… and we support him walking to his death!"

"Hey!" Now Lily is truly alarmed. "We'd never—"

"Exactly!"

"I can't believe they are turning this into a series of plays."

"What?"

"It was announced last week on the Prophet. I thought you had seen it."

"How come—"

"Something to celebrate 40 years since Voldemort's first fall."

"You mean the day our son apparently got orphaned and Dumbledore left him in the care of your sister?"

Lily shudders.

"Ugh, don't remind me of this part. The only thing that Skeeter probably got right was Vernon's personality."

"Nah, Umbridge was just the same. And Snape, real charming guy. A little obsessed with you though."

Lily shakes her head, amused with his disgusting tone. "Some famous actor is playing him, people were gushing about all over the Leaky Cauldron last week."

"I can't believe it… wait! Who is gonna portray us?"

Lily shrugs. "Dunno. We are not very important, are we?"

"Come on, you sacrifice yourself all nobly, and I… well, my friends love me, my only lines are not from my best moments… ugh, they are just going to cut my character in these plays, aren't they?"

"You said the books were stupid," Lily notes amusedly. "Why would you want to even be portrayed when they got you so wrong?"

"Because Sirius will be shown and he gets more screen time than me," James replies as if it's obvious. "Can you believe we don't kiss once in these books?"

"I'm pretty sure we do," she notes, winking at him. "Harry was born after all."

That makes James let out one of his infectious laughs. He runs his hand through his hair, strands of white hair reflecting under the lights of the room.

"I’m serious, not a single kissing scene. Not even a smooch."

"We can fix that," she suggests, grinning, and when she feels James' lips over hers, Lily is sure that reality is much better than any fiction.

#The Denial Month #Jily Lives #Jily #jilytober 2021 #Don't accept anything else as canon

[sweeethinny]

Sincere Talk

@cute-hinny asked me to write a sequel for this fanfic, and it take a long time for me to do it, but I did, so yay!!!

rated M for obvious reasons :) (they talk about sex)

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"We need to talk, boy," Sirius said, feeling just as nervous as when Fleamont had said this to him, after he realized Sirius had… initiated certain activities.

Sure, Harry was younger, and probably wasn't doing that - yet - but it was never too late to talk.

''About what?'' Harry looked up from the magazine he was reading, lying on his bed, legs crossed, and looking too innocent for Sirius not to remember when he was his age and also pretended he was a saint, while for several nights he or Hestia ran away from home to meet and ''explore the pleasures of the flesh'' as Fleamont liked to refer to it.

Harry didn't need to do this, Sirius knew that James and Lily wanted to raise him in a less punitive environment in relation to sex, trying to make him understand that it was normal and that he was safe at home, so as not to want to commit crazy things like they did. Fleamont and Euphemia were amazing, Sirius would die before he said anything bad about them, but the two of them always treated sex as something forbidden and indecent, which obviously caused a lot of curiosity in him and James, who took a lot of risks sometimes, just for the pleasure of breaking rules.

Knowledge never hurt anyone, and it never made anyone worry that it would be a dad.

Sirius knew what it was like to be young, and if he could go back in time and advise his young self, he would warn him about many things that no one had warned him about, many of them involving sex.

"I think you already know," Sirius sat at the foot of the bed, pulling off the boots he was wearing and stretching his legs out next to his godson's, looking up at Harry, who was now red-cheeked and a worried look on his face. "Remus told us something about you getting caught making out with the Weasley girl." He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stupid embarrassment that wanted to burn on his face.

He was a man over thirty years old, he could stand talking about sex with his godson!

‘’Look, let's be honest here, okay? Your parents didn't send me here to fight you, I actually stopped James from coming up too, because I thought it would be too much, but both he and I, and Remus too, want to tell you that… Yeah, we know what it's like to be a bag of hormones and horny, seriously,'' Sirius chuckled. '’We know what this is all about, but we want... we want you to know what you're doing,'’

"I'm not doing anything," Harry's eyes bulged.

‘’Yes, and don't look at me like that, do you think I wasn't your age? Harry, what I mean is... making out is great, hiding is always better, but... you and Ginny are at a point in life where studying is very important, she's taking OWLS this year, no?'' Harry nodded, and each time he got even redder. ‘’So, she needs to study, and so do you, they don't give you these vacant hours for no reason, boy, it’s for studying. And I won't be innocent of telling you to do just that, because I didn't just do that, but I wish that when I was your age, I, your father, Remus, had more opportunity to talk about it with people who really understand, not guys who think sex is like in magazines,''

Harry chuckled, and Sirius laughed too, thinking it was less embarrassing than he thought it would be.

But he still felt his heart pounding in his chest.

‘’You know you’re safe here, don't you? As shameful as it is, you can ask your father for help, me, Moony… I know we're old and dull,” Sirius jokes, rolling his eyes at the boy's laugh. ‘'But we want to help you, Harry, we don't want you to make the same mistakes as us because of ignorance,'’

"What mistakes did you make?" Harry looked at him curiously, and Sirius' chest ached at the thought that the boy he used to pick up and wipe his ass was now thinking about having sex.

“I didn't know anything about women, and I thought I was good enough not to need spells or anything, because I…” Merlin, how was he going to say this? "Because I thought it was faster and smarter, but Harry, don't listen to your idiot friends, taking it off beforehand almost never works."

"Are you saying you have a son lost in the world, Pads?" Harry bit his lip, trying not to laugh, but Sirius could tell the boy wanted to laugh. He wanted it too.

‘’Not that I know of… But I already thought I would be a father, and I'll tell you, it's scary, so always use protection. Muggle, magic… it never hurts,” Sirius took a deep breath, looking at his godson and then at the walls.

This was not easy.

"You want to ask me…talk, I don't know, about something?" Merlin remembers how many questions Sirius had at his age, but getting too embarrassed to ask a gentleman over seventy how to make a girl come.

‘'Look… We're not really doing this, Ginny and I…. No,” Yet, Sirius could hear in the back of his mind, feeling so old it was painful. "But… I," Harry was so red, maybe he needed to worry that all the boy's blood was all over his face. ‘’I heard some boys saying that for the girl it hurts, and…. We're not doing anything, really, but I wanted to know…’’

"How to prevent this?" Harry nodded. Sirius sighed.

No one told him that it would be so difficult to be a godfather on the day he was crying with emotion with little Harry in his lap, still all wrinkled and looking like a wet bag - the prettiest bag, by the way.

‘’It's all about… Okay, let's be less anatomy class, and more… friends, right? We're friends, aren't we, Harry?” He teased, just to break the tense mood and make the boy laugh – he did it. ‘’I have learned something over time, which is: it only hurts for two reasons, either the girl is uncomfortable and/or she is not ready, or she may have a health problem. If she's comfortable, trust you, if you've done... a good job before, it'll be fine. Discomfort is different from pain,’’

"Remember when we went to that water park?" Sirius asked, and Harry nodded. "So, sex it’s like that tobogganing, and you don't want to go down a dry toboggan, do you?" As much as they were both cheeks on fire, Harry laughed, and Sirius chuckled too. "It's true, you need it to be wet to be fun and good... Make sure she's comfortable, that you two are, actually, and just... have fun."

"Have fun?" Harry smiled.

''Yes. When I was your age, the first few times I didn't have much fun, and I wish I could go back and tell my past self to calm down,'' Sirius grimaced, a very vivid memory of him coming as soon as the girl touched his penis. "I was worried about how I was going to turn out, but actually, the first time is hardly going to be good, it's all too weird, new, just make sure it's fun and you two are comfortable with it, and it'll be okay."

Harry nodded, seeming to guard his words like gold. He swallowed, running a hand through his hair.

'’But you're new Harry, enjoy, don't rush or think it's a competition… It's not worth it,'’

"Something else you wish you had been told?" Sirius nodded. ‘'Seamus said he already had sex,'

"No way," Sirius said with conviction. '’Go for me, he's probably never seen a breast not being in a magazine,'’

''How do you know?''

‘’You think that your father and I were never young and idiots? That we never lied to impress?” Sirius chuckled, rolling his eyes. "We were too dumb sometimes," He sighed at the memory of his younger self. ‘’Don't fall into that pressure of needing to get laid, or do anything, ok? It's going to happen when it's supposed to happen… Have fun, make out secretly, it's cool, it's part of it, but don't let it pressure you,’’

"Okay," Harry looked sincere, even though his cheeks were still red and he avoided Sirius' eyes. ''Thanks,''

"Anytime… And…" He rose from the bed. ''If I can give you some advice… Tables are very uncomfortable, couch too, it might be the most comfortable couch in the world, but it won't be good, prefer beds, preferably with good pillows,'' He ruffled Harry's hair, even though the boy - obviously - was no longer five years old. ‘’Just a tip for when you find it necessary,’’

"Thanks, I'll remember that," Harry smiled at him.

"Of course you will." Just because it hurt so much to see him grow up so fast, Sirius bent down and kissed the boy's head, feeling a tightness in his chest and an urge to freeze time and keep him from aging. He didn't want to miss these moments with Harry, as he had so soon lost - him and James, of course - with Fleamont. All the teachings, advice, conversations… If Sirius could go back in time he would fill the man with questions and hugs. ‘’I love you so much, boy,’’

"Me too, Sirius…Thank you so much for the gift," Harry said, and Sirius smiled.

‘’You're welcome,’’ Harry would always be his little boy.

#jily lives #my fic #sirius black #jily #sirius is a good godfather #tell me what you think

[spacebarnes]

we we're too young ✧ t.holland

summary: when the pressure of the age ends a relationship, a song comes.

warnings: swearing, fluff at the end

a/n: i really love Louis and the lyrics of this songs are painful, so why not? requests are open! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake, take care of yourself pls! <3 (not my gif)

When you broke up with Tom, you promised yourself that you would never speed things up in a relationship again.

And maybe that's what ruined everything. Moving in together in your early 20s and starting a new life just the two of you was either the best or the worst relationship decision. But, you were two teenagers in love, sure that you were each other's soul mate, who would dare break your illusion?

It had been almost three years since you left the apartment, ending it all there. You knew you couldn't keep Tom's name from being all over Hollywood, or even coming up as a topic of conversation with your friends, but you could avoid seeing him at events. And that's exactly what you did over the years.

Right now you were getting ready for a performance with Louis Tomlinson and other singers that all of you were giving at a community event for a foundation.

"Hey," you spoke as Lana, your makeup artist, finished applying some blush to your cheeks. "You're already here?"

"I'm in the parking lot," Sebastian replied and you could hear the sound of a car door closing. "Dua is already singing?"

"I think so, why?" you asked as you grimaced so Lana could apply more product to your face.

"Cause i don't wanna look like i only care about you." his voice sounded somewhat agitated, indicating that he was walking towards the door of the building.

"But you only care about me." you replied with a giggle, listening as he also laughed lightly.

"I know but, sounds rude," Lana put her things away and left you alone, not before you thanked her for the amazing job she had done on your face. "And what are you singing besides Too Young?"

"Moonlight, Dangerous Woman, Positions and Nasty." Sebastian couldn't see you, but you had a smirk in your face.

"So you're getting nasty, huh?" you laughed at the comment you knew he would make about the song. "Oh, and by the way. Tom is-" he couldn't finish the sentence because you interrupted him.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes without him being able to see you. "Can we just not talk about him? It's been like three years, c'mon. Everybody needs to get over it."

"Alright big girl, see you over here. Bye."

The call ended and the sentence that your friend didn't finish started to haunt your head. Why did he name your ex? Sebastian wasn't usually one of those people who always named him, he only did it when it was something important or very urgent, what would have happened?

Your thoughts faded when three knocks sounded at your door.

"Love, you're ready? We gotta go!" the accent of Louis reached your ears and you just tried to hide the smile that formed on your face knowing that you were already going on stage.

"Coming!" you shouted back and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before dropping your cell phone on the little red couch. You saw the screen light up, indicating that you had gotten a notification but you didn't take any notice, it was surely from a fan.

Cindy:

You're gonna die.

I just saw Harry, Sam and Tom in like four tables behind us.

He's here for you.

"I have to say you look very pretty." the boy next to you complimented you as the both of you walked down the big hallway to get to the stage.

"Thanks, Tommo," you thanked him with a big smile. "You look great too, and i'm sure that you are gonna do a show out there."

"Bullshit," he shook his head, hiding the smile that had formed on his face. "But we are gonna rock the stage, and then you will do it by yourself." he said with a big smile, causing one on you and hugging you around your waist.

"Y/N, put this on." the sound guy handed you a yellow headset with your initial engraved on it as you arrived on stage, a big red cloth covering both of you.

"I saw some of your cast friends out there." this made your eyes sparkle a little, you were excited to know that they actually did come.

"Oh yeah, I invited some of them. I'm happy they came to support the event."

"Yeah, but there was this guy," he grimaced trying to remember and bit his lower lip. "I don't remember his name, but he was with two other people."

"Are you sure that he was from Marvel?" you asked with furrowed brows and he nodded immediately.

"Yeah, i've seen his face in the movies before."

"Maybe it was Hemsworth with Liam and Elsa, i dunno." you shrugged and Louis just nodded, trusting you.

The two of you turned on your microphones so you could start talking as you had previously rehearsed.

"So yeah, I hear Louis Tomlinson can't sing at all." you spoke into the mic, causing several of the fans who bought a ticket to scream.

"Well, I hear Y/N Y/L doesn't sing that well. She can't even get to the high notes!" his voice echoed throughout the venue as you two laughed quietly behind the curtain. This was all based on the many criticisms the two of you were receiving.

"Ugh, yeah. And that two assholes have a show tonight." you spoke as you watched the canvas begin to open, making the screams grow louder.

"I bet that they won't even be able to fill half the forum." Louis and you take a step out of the shadows.

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed when you saw how many people were there. You and Louis had sent out a large number of invitations to various artists, but you didn't expect everyone to go. Your eyes quickly visualized Sebastian next to Elizabeth. In one corner was Ryan Reynolds and in the other Lily Collins, there really were a lot of stars in the place. Finally, some fans were right in front of the stage, separated from everyone else.

"They really made it," your friend said between a chuckle before speaking again. "How is it going?" he openly asked all the people, earning several shouts of excitement.

"Alright, so, first of all," you looked to your left for Tomlinson's approval before continuing to speak, he just closed his eyes and nodded. "Thanks to everybody for coming tonight. It really means a lot to Louis and I that you could donate a little money for the kids that belong to this foundation. I didn't thought that so many of you would come today, I honestly just thought Sebastian and my mom would come," you admitted with a nervous laugh, eliciting one from the listeners and earning an on-air kiss from Sebastian "But yeah, again, thanks to all of you for showing up today. I'm sure that all of these kids thank you with all their hearts."

"So many boring things but no action, let's hear it!" Louis said and he walked back a bit so he could sit on the small wooden benches that were on the stage. Unlike the other artists, the two of you wouldn't be doing a big performance for Too Young.

And that's because Too Young is not a very happy song. You and Louis wrote it when you were just coming out of your relationship and feelings were running high. It was a special and painful song.

The melody started to play and you shared a big smile with the guy to your right before you started singing.

we were too young

to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that i hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

Emotions and memories began to fill your mind. It was hard to sing this song without feeling a sense of guilt at all.

i've been looking back a lot lately

me and you is all I've ever known

it's hard to think you could ever hate me

but everything's feeling different now

Your eyes were focused on Jake Gyllehaal and Blake Lively talking about your presentation. You had met Jake through Tom and had formed a great friendship, but you were curious to know what Blake thought.

oh, I can't believe I gave in to the pressure

when they said a love like this would never last

so I cut you off 'cause I didn't know no better

now I realise, yeah, I realise

Your eyes searched for Cindy and a couple of friends you knew were here just as you were singing the chorus. You noticed they were making some strange signs and pointing behind them, not understanding, you just furrowed your brows and finished your part of the song just for now Louis to start singing.

You didn't take your eyes off your friends, still trying to decipher what they wanted you to see or something that was bothering them. That's when you looked up a bit at the tables behind them and your eyes met with a curly-haired boy you instantly recognized.

Harry Holland.

You blinked several times to double check if it was him and not an illusion of your mind, but it was. He was wearing a black suit and next to him was Sam, who was wearing a white dress shirt and a brown jacket.

And then there was him.

Tom looked radiant as always. He was wearing an olive green suit with a gray shirt underneath and you looked away quickly when you saw that you two connected eyes for a second, as he had the same lost and in love look that he looked at you with a few years ago.

You felt a squeeze on your leg and quickly turned your gaze to see Louis, who asked you with his eyebrows and gaze if you were okay, to which you just nodded and swallowed dryly before moving your mouth back to the microphone.

it's been three years since I've seen your face

i'm trying to find some better words to say

before I let this moment slip away

'cause now I realise

Some had noticed that you had changed a part of the lyrics and others just kept smiling at the beautiful melody. You turned to look at Louis and just shrugged your shoulders with a small smile.

we were too young to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that I hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

we were too young

we were too young

we were too young

we were too young

The song ended and your friend took your hand to move a little closer to the edge of the stage and take a bow for the whole audience, receiving applause for all of them.

"Good luck, love," the Brit hugged you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, rubbing your shoulder one last time before taking the mic again. "Let's hear it for Y/N Y/L!"

The time progressed and you finished singing your songs as did Louis, thus ending the event and letting the guests leave the place freely.

"So we came here for nothing?" Harry asked before gluing his lips to the glass bottle, causing Tom to look away from you for a moment to look at his brother.

"Oh, shut up."

"He's got a point," Sam joined the conversation, setting the empty bottle down on the table. "I mean, you canceled today's work just to come see her and you're not going to talk to her. Really?"

Tom gave one last glance at his two brothers before returning his eyes to you, biting his bottom lip from nerves and the indecision he felt.

You looked as pretty as ever. You waved goodbye, hugged and made small talk with each departing guest, thanking them for attending.

"Alright, this is what is gonna happen," the older of the twins caught the attention of his two brothers again. He grabbed his satchel from the table and straightened his jacket. "You are gonna talk to her, and Harry and I are going to wait for you in the car." Sam winked at him before motioning to his twin to signal for them to leave the place.

"Don't be a movie star and talk to her." that was the last thing Harry said, patting Tom's shoulder and calling him by the nickname that so annoyed him.

The brown-haired man sat there for a moment with his eyes down, not knowing what to do. And to his bad luck, when he raised his eyes to look for you, you were gone.

Not knowing what to do, he quickly found Sebastian with Anthony and Chris, so he decided to send him a message.

Tom:

hey, mate.

Sebastian connected glances with Tom and grimaced that he didn't understand why he was texting him instead of approaching him. The Brit just pointed to his cell phone, implying to text him back.

Sebastian:

No

Tom:

c'mon

Sebastian:

I know what you're going to ask me

She's in her dresser

Don't be a dick, please, and if she doesn't want to talk to you, don't push her.

Tom:

I won't

thanks x

He didn't wait a second longer and got up from his place, heading quickly to the back stage area and crossing the long hallway to get to your dressing room.

He took a breath of air in front of the red door that had a small sign with your name on it. After a few seconds, he knocked four times.

"Come in!" you said, thinking it was Sebastian and when you heard the door open you spoke again. A cotton circle with makeup remover rubbing against your eye. "Are we leaving now, Seb? I thought that you wanted to talk to Anthony and Chris-" you spoke without paying much attention, until you turned your chair around and met brown eyes and not blue.

"Hey." Tom spoke timidly and raised his left hand to greet you. His lips formed a line.

"Tom, hey," you greeted him so as not to look rude. "What are you doing here?" you asked somewhat nervously, as you knew perfectly well why he was standing in front of you.

'"I just wanted to see you. Your show out there was amazing."

"Thank you." you thanked him with a forced smile and the room filled with silence for a moment.

"Do you think that we had everything back then, but we were too young?" your ex's question broke the silence. And it also broke the barrier of the past, letting all the memories come back.

"Tom, i-"

"Just say it." he said and knelt before you, taking your hands in his and connecting gazes.

His eyes were the same as always. The same ones full of love, and the same ones that shed tears the day you left London to start over in Boston.

"I do."

"And do you think that now we are old enough to make things right?" that question fell like a bucket of cold water, you didn't expect it at all and you didn't want to answer it.

You didn't want to because the answer was yes.

"I think so too," you closed your eyes and just let your feelings speak for you. "I think about it everyday. I think that if maybe if we had been mature enough back then, everything would have worked out correctly."

This was an intimate moment between the two of you, and you didn't need to be unclothed to see each other's nakedness. The two of you were baring your souls completely.

"But now we are old enough-"

"But it's not the same, Tom." a bittersweet smile formed on your face. You really wanted to try again, but you couldn't.

"It is the same, and i know it because," he paused and squeezed your right hand even tighter than before. "In the deep of my heart, i still know that you still drink ice coffee in the morning with exactly eight ice cubes. I still know that you always watch the same series because trying to watch new ones never works. I still know that after a concert you take two bottles of water for your throat and take a long nap for five or six hours. I still know that it bothers you that the sunlight comes through the window and hits you directly in the eyes, but still, your dream apartment has big windows."

"And I still know because over the years I never stopped loving you, and I am convinced that I never will." your heart twisted a little when you heard that he remembered every little detail of your life, and how true everything he had said about you was. Tom just remained silent, waiting for an answer from you.

"You know what?" you asked and a smirk formed on your face as you helped Tom up and you did the same. "My grandmother used to tell me the story of the red thread. The red thread binds two people together, and this can stretch, contract or tangle. But it's impossible for it to break."

"So, that means that you would try it again with me?" he asked with his voice full of illusion and put his hands on your waist, desperate to have contact with you.

"I will, yes. And better work this time, Holland." you teased him, running your hands around his neck so you could hug him properly.

"It will, i promise."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #marvel #tom holland #oneshot #tom holland angst

[skzhocomments]

THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 3 - Borrowed time

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Chapter 3 - Borrowed time

chapter word count: 1.2k words

"We need to know your speciality, Emilia, so we know who to team you up with."

"I'm more of an in-the-field kind of person." I replied confidently.

"Yea, we've seen." The girl called Hyo rolled her eyes.

For some strange reason, I hated her guts. Leaving her snarky remarks aside, it just seemed to me that she couldn't be trusted...

"After all, you did sooo good at your latest in-the-field mission." She insisted.

"Oh, shut up, the plan would've definitely worked if I wouldn't have been betrayed." I returned her attitude.

"Sure, like Chris would ever sleep with you." She replied, spiteful.

So they don't know, I thought and threw Chan a look and a slight smirk, which made him clear his throat and avert my gaze.

"So what's the mission, Boss?" Hyunjin asked, curious.

"We've gotten a tip from one of our informants about a trafficking ring going on. Young girls..."

"Those fucking bastards." Momo spat out, hitting the table with her fist and interrupting Chan's speech.

"Truly disgusting. Who is behind this shit?" Changbin asked, clearly annoyed. "Let's beat them up."

At least we got the same morals here.

"It's the Knife Devils."

"What a dumb name." I laughed, earning a small chuckle from everyone.

"So what are we doing?" Hyo asked, annoyed by my 10-seconds of fame.

"We must first get an address from our informant. The plan is to infiltrate the house and rescue those girls. They are currently being held in God knows what conditions... Emilia, we still have to see what you're capable of, so you'll pair up with Changbin, who is the best there is when it comes to these kind of missions."

The dark boy smirked proudly, hearing his Boss' praises.

"Hyo, you will help Seungmin install microphones and small cameras after we get our address tonight. Lix and Jeongin, you will keep watch while Emilia and Changbin go in tomorrow night. We'll work out the strategy today, I already have an idea but need to make some calls first to find out exactly where the girls are and an approximate number. We're guessing there's about 10, might be more."

My stomach turned. Kidnapping and selling young girls was... sick. Not unusual, though, unfortunately. It's a men's world after all.

"We will get those girls, ok?" Bang Chan said assuringly, noticing my face changing colour.

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"So, a doctor, huh? You did look pretty smart 5 years ago. And knowledge is sexy." I winked, teasing the young fox-like boy, who blushed at my remark.

"It's all thanks to you. After you saved me that day... you just gave me a purpose. I realised I wanted to help others just like you did that night..." Jeongin replied, his lips turning into a kind curve.

He took my hands in his, like earlier in the garden, and held on to them for a bit.

"I kept thinking... if you wouldn't have been there to stop the bleeding..."

"Don't think about that." I smiled gently.

"I can't not think about it. I feel like I'm on borrowed time. I was supposed to bleed out to death. I was supposed to die in that dark room." He said grimly, his eyes turning distant.

"Jeongin, all of us are on borrowed time. You could've gotten hit by a car when you were 5, but the driver randomly took a left instead of a right turn that day. You could've choked while eating an orange and suffocated to death when you were 10... or you could've bled out that night. But you didn't. Circumstances don't matter. I'm also on borrowed time, thanks to Chris. If it was anyone else... I would've probably been 6 feet under right now instead of talking to you."

Jeongin looked down to his feet.

"What I mean to say is, don't focus so much on the past. Instead, look at the future like an opportunity. Some aren't so lucky..." I patted his shoulder and glanced out the window, getting lost in thought.

~Flashback, 3 year ago~

"Shade, fuck, I've been shot!"

"Where?! Where are you?!"

I could hear my partner groaning through the earpiece, while I ran aimlessly through the rooms of the abandoned building.

"The bastards... shot me in the stomach... I don't think I'll make it. Fuck. Please run away."

"San, don't say that! I'm coming right now!" Tears started running down my face. "Just tell me where you are. I can't find you..." I continued with a shaky voice.

Not in this room, not here either, this is a bathroom, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!

"San, answer me!" I screamed in the earpiece, hoping to hear from him.

"Shade... please listen carefully." His voice was quiet, too quiet.

"You have to get out of here. Fuck... I was such a coward... too much of a coward to tell you how I feel about you..."

"Just tell me where you are, please!" I pledged.

"I want you to leave this place and... to live. For me, yea?"

"No, no, no, don't say that. DON'T SAY THAT. I would never leave without you. I'm on my way!!!"

"No... Shade... Emi... I love you, even if you don't feel the same... Please... promise me that... you'll leave this fucking mafia... and be happy..."

My feet were killing me. I was out of breath, but I couldn't stop running, not unless I found him.

San was the only person I could trust in this damn mafia gang – or rather, in the whole world.

"Emi... fuck... I think they are-" San started coughing powerfully, unable to speak further.

He couldn't die.

No.

I wouldn't accept that.

"Look at this bastard, he's still hanging on!" an unfamiliar voice was heard through the earpiece.

Two gun shots, then silence.

~End of flashback~

"Emilia, you okay? I lost you for a minute there..." Jeongin started, bringing me back to Earth.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I pulled myself back together, locking San's memory deep, in one of the hidden compartments of my brain I didn't want to access ever again.

"I just... I'm wondering what you were thinking of..."

"Mm. It's nothing." I smiled, ruffling his hair playfully. "Let's relax until the mission tonight, mkay?"

"I.N, Shade! Come quick!" Han shouted at us from the other side of the house.

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"The informant has been killed." Chan told us sombrely. "We can't stick to the original plan."

"What now?" Momo asked.

"We have to... think of something else. Another way to find the girls."

"You surely have something in mind. Let's hear it." Seungmin said.

"No... it's... too dangerous." Chan shook his head.

"Can I make a guess?" I intervened. "You want one of us to get kidnapped, right?" I continued, pointing to me, Hyo and Momo.

"Absolutely not." Said Changbin, making the other boys agree.

"Why not? It's a good plan." I retorted.

"It's just as Chris said, it's too dangerous..." Jeongin replied.

"Plus, we all know how that turned out last time we tried something like this." Changbin continued, eyeing Chan.

"I stand by what I said. It's a good plan." I continued.

"Then you should be the one who gets kidnapped!" Hyo clapped her hands once with a happy smile on her face, just like a kid who's finally found the solution to a math problem they were struggling to solve.

"Sure, but how will I get myself kidnapped?" I ignored the spitefulness in her tone.

"Our informant found out about this trafficking ring from Club 64. Apparently, some guys from the Knives frequent it and pick their victims there. We will pretend we're together, go there and have a 'fight', you will go to the bar sulking and attract their attention."

"Chan, it's too much..." Jeongin tried to talk the leader out of the idea.

"If Emilia agrees to do it..."

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[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Unexpected bond

Book: Bloodbound (between book 2 and 3)

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Lily Spencer (friendship) / Mention of Adrian Raines x MC

Words: 1.960

Rating: Mature

Warning: Angst / Mention of violence, death and harassment

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His jacket was on the floor, where he had thrown it a couple hours ago. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as his forearms rested on his knees. He had his eyes shut and his back against the wall. His breathing was erratic and faltering, incapable of calming down. The powerful aura that he used to have, had completely disappeared, leaving him broken and defeated, looking as terrible as he felt inside. Whoever knew him beforehand and saw him at this moment, would doubt that that was actually the same Adrian Raines.

His hands had remnants of dried blood, the same that had coloured his white shirt, red. His body was still healing some wounds, cuts and a few broken bones, and bruises as result of their confrontation with Gaius. Every time he breathed, he felt a stinging pain in his chest but he couldn't care less. He had decided to not move from there no matter how long it took. Maybe she woke up before the expected, scared or disorientated. Maybe her bloodkeeper condition made it different for her and she needed some kind of help. Or maybe… Simply, he just couldn't leave her side. Whatever the reason was, he had decided to stay there, in Raines Corp.’s basement, near the sarcophagus in which, and he desperately hoped it was the case, Amy's body was changing, slowly transforming into a vampire.

As a couple of tears slipped on his cheeks, passing through the bloody print that her hand left on his skin as he held her, he couldn't avoid thinking how afraid he was of losing her, to face the world without her. Amy had saved them, after he had promised her he would protect her, she sacrificed herself for them. For him.

He squeezed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall back, against the wall. No matter how hard he tried, the images kept replaying over and over in his mind, in a horrible and constant loop. Amy taking the branch, getting close to Gaius. Her pained gasp as the sword went through her chest and emerged from her back. How his throat hurt from yelling her name, incapable of doing anything else but watch. The fire in her eyes, using the last of her strength to stab Gaius as her blood slipped down in the hilt of the sword onto Gaius' hand. Her little smile before she noticed that her knees gave up and hit the floor first as the rest of her body fell down. How quickly her skin became pale and cold as he held her, knowing that there was only one thing that could save her. How, mortally injured, she cupped his face, almost happy that they had 'won', even if right now it felt like he was about to lose everything that was important to him.

"Adrian?" His eyes flushed open, seeing Lily down the stairs. Her eyes puffy and bloodshot, all her usual energy and almost childlike happy mood, had disappeared. For the first time since he had met her, she seemed like an elderly woman who had lost against life itself. She sat beside him and offered him a pack of blood and what seemed to be a clean shirt.

"Thank you Lily, but I don't need it."

"You do." She gave him a broken look. "You think she would be okay seeing you still hurt?" She placed both things between them. "You are important to her, Adrian. She did what she did to save us. To save you."

"She shouldn't have done it! Now she's--" His voice abruptly cut, incapable to even put into words his fears and torments.

"I know." Lilly replied, distractedly fiddling with one of her rings. "But she's brave and her heart is bigger than anyone I've ever met." A pained smile lifted her lips a little. "Amy would never watch us die if she could avoid it. You know that." She fixed her stare on him, her voice a bit shattered. "Exactly like you or any of us would have done for her if the rolls were reversed."

"But I couldn't." His mind returned to the night before, when they had sleep holding each other. It felt so far away. "I promised her I would protect her no matter what and I couldn't. I failed her." It was the first time they shared this kind of conversation and time alone. It was obvious that Lily had a stronger relationship with Jax, like Adrian had with Kamilah. But, even if they were worried and sad too, right now, the pain Lily and Adrian were feeling, was different from theirs and had brought them together. "I should never have allowed her to get involved in this." To his surprise, she giggled.

"If you think you could have told her what to do, I'm sorry but you don't know her as well as you think." Adrian chuckled a bit alongside her. Lily was absolutely right about that.

"Did she ever tell you about the first time she saw me transformed, on her first day of work?" He wasn't sure why he asked her that. Probably because it was the moment that he realized that she would be special for him, even if he didn't know how much.

"Only a few parts."

"In almost 300 years a lot of people had learned the way she did about all this. And most… If not all of them, begged to forget, to return to their old lives." Despite himself, he smiled at the memory. "Amy… She just stood there. For a little while, she got scared, of course, but… She didn't run or scream. She started to ask me questions, curious, looking at me the exact same way she did all that day. Before her eyes, I was still… Me. She even joked about Nicole being dramatic during the feeding." He let out a sorrowful and shaking sigh. "I took her to Priya's fashion show and she told the security that she was my partner instead of my assistant." They both softly laughed.

"I think she had a crush with you almost instantly." Lily crossed her legs under her. "That night, before returning to the office, we chatted a bit. When I asked her about how you were, her answer was, and I'm quoting here 'super hot'." She said smiling at the same time that her palm dried her cheeks. "She was so happy to be able to stay in New York."

"It was an absolutely mutual feeling." Adrian passed his fingers through his hair, feeling an ache in his heart as his memory returned to the first time he saw her, that she had given him one of her beautiful smiles. "That night, she cut her hand with a glass. All the vampires around were drawn towards the fresh blood, to her."

"I know the feeling." She sadly murmured. "She mentioned that part actually, that you helped her and stood in front of her."

"I will never forget how she hugged me from behind. How when she was scared, she trusted me." His eyes started to burn with fresh tears. "She not only didn't allow the debriefing, but also convinced me to show her around the library." The tears ran free on his face and he didn't try to stop them. "She's brave and stubborn in the most wonderful way."

"I think you are not aware how important you are to her." They stood in silence, lost in their thoughts and memories until Lily talked again. "Amy had always tried to watch over you."

"I know she did." His voice was a low raspy whisper.

"Actually, I suspect you don't know how much." After a pause she sighed, as she had made a decision. "Amy is going to kill me for this…" She muttered. "There's something that she never told you." Adrian noticed the subtle change in her voice. "But I'm convinced you deserve to know." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. "After the trial where Vega framed you and they declared you guilty, everybody started to discuss how to divide your stuff and..." She stood in silence, her eyes filled with doubts.

"What happened, Lily?" He shifted his gaze to look at her, taking his attention from the coffin for the first time.

"Priya grabbed her from the throat and 'claimed' her for herself." Lily shivered a bit beside him as his blood seemed to boil and freeze at the same time. "She said that she wanted to break her. And after forcing her to watch you die, maybe kill her."

"Was she hurt?" Adrian frowned, clearly disturbed as a new wave of anguish went through his factions. He was conscious of all the times she had been in danger because of him but discovering that there were occasions that she hadn't told him to protect him, it felt like a powerful hand grabbed his heart and squeezed it slowly and extremely painfully.

"Kamilah stopped her almost immediately but she had a bruise around the neck for a couple weeks. She covered it with makeup."

"Amy never told me about that." He lowered his face, both of his hands holding it, seeming overwhelmed as his fingers ran through his hair.

"I know. She didn't want you to know. She was sure you would feel guilty even when it wasn't your fault." Lily stared at his eyes, he never had seen her gaze so intense. "What do you think was the first thing she said, when we left the temple after that?" Adrian stared at her back, unsure if he wanted to know. "She asked Kamilah how we could help you, to save you." Lily sadly smiled at him. "Even back then she didn't wanted to lose you. That's why she did what she did tonight."

He remembered the deep sadness and concern he saw in her when their eyes locked to each other as he was dragged away. The softness of her hand and words when she had found him in The Baron's dungeon. The happiness he felt when he saw her in front of him. "I didn't want to lose her either." He forced himself to say the words that couldn't stop repeating internally. "I don't want to lose her. I can't. I need her, she just can't di--" The lump in his throat cutted his voice, incapable of ending the last word.

"I don't know if she had heard you but… If it's worth something, I know she loves you too, Adrian." Lily murmured, her voice gruff. "You are the most important person to her." Her hands dried her cheeks. "Well, the second more important at least. Best friends and roommates rights, you know."

"I'll take it." Adrian smiled before his face fell again. "And it's worth more than you can imagine." His eyes fixed again on the sarcophagus. "I just hope to have the chance to tell it to her like she deserves. And maybe hear her say it back."

Lily took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, standing up. "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"Yes." She nodded and headed to the stairs. "Lily." He called her and she stopped to watch him. "Thank you. For the blood and everything afterwards."

"You are welcome, Adrian." She leaned against the wall for a minute. "I just know how sad she would be seeing you like this." She stared at the sarcophagus one last time, thinking the same thing that has been in Adrian's mind the last two hours and couldn't dare to face it: how silent the coffin was, without even a faint heartbeat or shallow breathing coming from it. Almost like it was empty.

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[bill-y]

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄

Peeta Mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part two: Click here, bomburino tortilla pony horse.

Part three: You're here, my guy.

Part four: Click here, amigo

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It didn't take long before I came home, my mother and brother was already dressed, and I was right, Kunal has been crying.

He immediately lightened up when he saw the bread, pushing the sleeves of my first reaping outfit (which was now his) back in order to munch on it.

"Don't worry, you only have your name once in the pile, you're safe," I reassured him, as I've done many times before.

I smiled, patting his head. My mother glanced at me, but I pretended to not notice. It's been long since we've talked, the last time was a disagreement, a petty one at that. About two years or so?

I honestly surpised myself, how can I go without talking to her for so long. . .?

Another trait my father passed on to me was a short temper, though I never lose my head and scream, but something about her words made me yell. Her face was full of shock when I did that, almost as if I've betrayed her.

"Don't be stupid like your father!" She told me.

My father isn't a stupid man, he was smart. Lady luck just wasn't on his side that day.

I took a bath, scrubbing the dirt and soot off myself. When I saw my clothing my heart stopped. It was my Father's.

It was simple, just as he liked. A white button up tunic, the hems made of elegant gold lace. The pants were loose, with garters securing on the hip and the hems, he never liked tight clothing, just like me.

My eyes went towards my mother, who simply nodded, "After you get dressed, sit down, won't you? Let me fix your hair," she said.

My mouth opened to protest, only to shut itself when she whispered a small, "please," My eyes softened, her voice sounded so guilty, she regretted her words, just as I did. She knew I could get chosen.

But I'm a coward, I don't like apologizing, something I inherited from her.

I nodded, and got dressed before I sat down, just as she told me. She began to braid tiny sections of my hair. I've never been good at it, really, It would always look messy when I did it. So I just looked messy everyday.

But her hands can do magic, it was like she was weaving silk, her hands full of grace and utmost care as she intertwined every strand of hair. I could feel her hand shake a little, as if scared with one wrong touch, I'd shatter like glass.

She used to sew clothing, make various artworks with whatever was in the house. Her hand was naturally delicate, soft to anything she makes contact with.

I bit my lip, none of us wanted to say it. We we're both thinking the same thing, though.

I never really liked cutting my hair, always kept it atleast neck length at best. I don't think short hair suits me at all, though it does get in the way while hunting from time to time.

Once she finished, without a word she pressed her chapped lips onto my forehead, she then walked away, leaving me with a pit of guilt in my stomach.

Such simple words, why can't I just say it?

I sighed, fixing my tunic and tucking it in, the garter snapping back, making me wince a little. It was stupid of me to let go.

I took a deep breath in, mustering all the courage I had to walk towards my brother, who has devoured the entire loaf. "Good?" I asked.

He nodded, a smile on his face, the crumbs falling down. I chuckled, wiping his mouth with my hand.

"You're like a bird, aren't you, little mocking jay?" I said, patting his head again.

He hummed, nodding aggressively, his hair bouncing up and down. I snickered, holding his head still with both my hands. I squished his cheeks together, making his lips form into a duck beak-shape. "Hey, Y/n,"

I rose my brows, humming. "I won't get chosen, won't I?" he asked. I sniffed, shaking my head as I linked our foreheads. "No, no you wont, Nal," I said. "If they call you, I won't let you go, alright?"

"You promise?"

"Of course,"

Soon it hit one in the afternoon, it was mandatory to attend this "festival", unless you're at death's door, that is. I found myself beside Gale, who patted my shoulder for reassurance.

Maybe it was obvious I'm stressed, tense. I'm not worried about myself, I'm more worried of them, especially Kunal. He's only twelve, yet he can still get chosen.

Some kind of festival this is.

I clenched my fists tighter, palms started to go white as I also clenched my jaw.

On the temporary stage stationed in front of the justice building was a podium, three chairs and two large bowls. The district is divided into two sections, jumbled across those two glass bowls, waiting to be picked up.

Twenty of them contained 'Y/n Greyback', one of them contained 'Kunal Greyback'.

There were also bright banners hung up, though I'm sure it was just there to taunt us, it sure worked for me. Everytime I look at it I start feel sick, hatred bubbling in my stomach.

The feeling of claustrophobia began to settle in as people piled into the square, the late comers having to just watch from a monitor instead.

"You alright?" Gale asked, nudging me. I gulped, sighing, "Course, I just —" I turned back, looking at my brother. "Worry of him,"

He gave me a sympathetic look, "He only has one entry, I'm sure he won't be picked," He said. Something I've been saying for such a long time, it didn't help settle my nerves.

"I know," I answered plainly.

We looked towards Katniss' place, beside her was Mardge, who gave me a curt smile and a wave. Out of politeness, I simply nodded back before turning back to the stage.

My hands grew colder each second, by two, when the mayor finally reached the stage, my hands were as cold as a corpse's.

Beside the mayor was Effie Trinket, District 12’s escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit. It looked quite ghastly.

Everyone murmured in worry, for whom was the empty third seat for?

The mayor stepped in front of the podium, beginning to tell the tale of Panem, how the twelve districts lost in the rebellion and now have to face punishment.

The Hunger games.

It was simple, each district would pick two "tributes" to this little game, and then they either kill like a hungry wolf or die like lost cattle.

I gulped, sweat forming on my forehead as I instinctively reached for the end of Gale's shirt. He held my hand, patting it a few times to let me know it would be alright.

He then began to read the victors in every hunger games. In the past seventy-four years, we have had exactly two.

Only one is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, middle-aged man, who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible, staggers onto the stage, and falls into the third chair.

To say he's drunk would be an understatement.

The crowd responds with its token applause, but he’s confused and tries to give Effie Trinket a big hug, which she barely manages to fend off.

The mayor looks distressed. Since all of this is being televised, right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Effie Trinket.

Bright and bubbly as ever, she began to talk. I could feel my blood boiling upon hearing her obnoxious, Capitol accent. I tuned her out, gulping as my hands somehow grew even colder.

Please don't let it be my brother, anyone but him.

"Let's have the first pick, shall we?" She said, her voice at the end of the sentence practically sky rocketing up. She pulled a piece of paper from one of the Glass bowls.

My heart pounded, as if trying to escape my chest. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths in.

"Kunal Greyback,"

My heart stopped. Why couldn't it have been me? I had twenty, TWENTY entries.

I watched as my brother walked past me, his lip quivering, eyes glossy. Oh sweet, sweet Kunal, as delicate as a Lotus.

Kunal, the boy who gathers flowers every morning just for me.

Kunal, the boy who loves pulling on my braids.

Kunal, my dear innocent brother. Afraid of his own shadow.

I felt my own body move, launching myself forward. Gale called for my name, but I didn't care, no. I needed to get to my brother, I made a promise.

"NAL! NAL! NO!" I yelled, desperation evident in my voice as I pushed through the other people. "Y/n!" He screamed back.

Most of then gave me and my brother looks of sympathy, some gossiped. "Greyback," they'd whisper. "Another one bites the dust," they'd continue.

The peace keepers pushed me back, preventing me from reaching my brother.

No, not like this. He's still so young, he still wants to gather lilys by the front of our house, he still wants to create flower crowns for me to wear.

He still wants to breath, to live.

The mayor looked at me, recignizing me almost immediately. He didn't know me, no. Rather, he knew my father, the man he put under the execution block.

Oh mother, I'm sorry it had to be this way. It seems another one of your family members will die at the hands of the Capitol.

"I volunteer!" I gasped, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry.

"I volunteer as a tribute!"

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[maraudersbutmuggle]

Promise me, we will always be the same

Sirius let Remus play with his hair. And he was enjoying his time, with his friends. It was hard seeing each other now that they were out of Hogwarts. But they always found the time.

"Did you know..." Peter was saying "That humans are evolving, so we loose abilities that there are not use for us anymore... Who knows, probably in the future, we will lose out ability to sneeze"

"That's ridiculous, Wormy" Remus said

"No, think about it. What was the last time that you sneezed?"

"I haven't sneezed in a long time!" Sirius panicked

"I don't remember the last time I sneezed" Mary added

"Bloody hell..." Marelene sighed in frustration, having her drink.

"I sneezed this morning" Dorcas shrugged

"But... maybe you're are not sneezing as often" Peter said

"It is scientifically prooved that we need to sneeze. Otherwise we would die" Remus rolled his eyes.

"Not because we are more evolved humans" Peter ended satisfied.

"It actually makes sense, Wormy"

"I can't believe you are believing this. Pads"

"Wormy is rational"

"I am rational"

"You are a pair of idiots" Marlene shook her head

Mary smiled "Okay, I am bored. Do we know why aren't The Potters here yet?"

"Shush" Sirius said "Macdonald. There are not even married"

"But they practically are"

"But they're not"

"They are probably shagging" Peter shrugged.

"Or stuck in traffic?" Dorcas suggested.

"Don't get jealous, Sirius. James is always going to be your mistress" Marlene smiled.

Everyone laughed.

"Shut up.... Moony?" Sirius looked at Remus for support.

"Don't look at me, love. I am 100% aware of you secret affair with James"

Everyone laughed again.

"Assholes"

Sirius loved Lily. The ginger was so cool. She was kind, and caring. And she knew perfectly well how to manage James. But Sirius couldn't help but think, James was slipping away.

Sirius got it. James had Lily. And Sirius had Remus. Sirius loved Remus. But ever since Hogwarts. And ever since Fleamont went sick, Sirius barely saw James. Sirius missed James.

Like seeing each other's faces all day. And laying in the same bed telling each other random stuff. And acting all silly. And only by looking at each other agreeing with an idea for the next prank. Laughing at the most stupid things.

Nobody understood that. So yeah, everyone joked about them being a couple and each other's husbands. But James was Sirius' best friend. And he would always be.

"There they are" Dorcas pointed to the door.

James and Lily were entering the pub. They looked genuinely happy. Holding each other's hands. When James saw them, he waved. And Lily smiled. James whispered something on Lily's ear. And she smiled and nodded. They finally walked to their table.

And Sirius was happy for his friend. But he also wanted him back. He wanted The Marauders back. The four of them.

"Hello beautiful people" Lily smiled

They exchanged greetings and kisses on the cheek.

"Oi... Prongs" Sirius said when they were all seated "What was the last time you sneezed?"

James raised an eyebrow.

"For fuck's sake" Marlene sighed.

"I... I don't remember"

"See? There's my point!" Peter exclaimed.

"Yeah Wormy!" Sirius hit his palm. Then he hit Remus' palm, who smiled rolling his eyes, and then James' palm, who accepted without asking.

The Marauders back on track.

"What's going on?" Lily asked to the girls

"They think we are losing our ability to sneeze" Mary rolled her eyes.

"We are?" James asked surprised.

"No we are not!" Remus answered.

"Indeed, that's totally ridiculous" Lily added. Of course. The lovers of logic.

"Thank you, sweetheart!" Remus hit her palm.

"I also think you guys are mental" Marlene said

"I believe in you guys" Dorcas smiled.

"Cas!" Marlene gasped. Sirius laughed.

"Sorry, Marly"

"Thank you, Cas" Peter smiled.

"Prongs?" Sirius raised an eyebrow "What do you think?"

Sirius wanted to proof the goofy and immature James was still there. Because Sirius was. And he was not ready to grow up.

"Oh of course I'm on your team Pads" James said "I clearly haven't sneezed in days for me to not remember"

"Yes!" Peter beamed.

Remus and Marlene groaned at the same time. Lily rolled her eyes and kissed James' cheek.

Sirius smiled widely. James would always be the wanker he loved. Prongs and Pads being silly and childish forever.

"Can we talk about something else?" Mary asked annoyed.

"Amm..." Lily bit her lip "Actually yes..."

"Aren't you getting drinks first?" Marlene asked

"I'll get a refill" Dorcas stood up "Shall I get you a pint?"

"Oh thank you, Cas" James smiled. "One for me"

"Lily?"

"Oh, no thank you. I'm fine"

"Come on, Ginger" Sirius commented "One pint won't kill you"

"She can't drink, mate" James said.

Mary gasped in surprise covering her mouth. Dorcas sat down overwhelmed.

"No way, Lily. Really?" Marlene snorted.

Lily smiled and nodded. James was smiling too.

"What's going on?" Remus asked. And Sirius thanked he was confused as he was.

"I'm very confused too" Peter said.

The boys exchanged looks. Sirius thought girls had a secret power to communicate things between each other. But James knew what was going on too.

"Prongs..." Sirius hissed "Care to explain?"

James smiled wider. He and Lily held hands, while the girls were giggling excited. And Sirius panicked.

"Lily is pregnant, lads" James said as if he didn't believe it himself still. James and Lily smiled at each other. "Oh, and I'm the father"

Sirius stopped breathing for a second. As if someone had punched him in the stomach.

The girls laughed. They seemed pretty excited about the news.

"Oh my God, guys" Mary exclaimed

"You're nineteen" Marlene snorted.

Sirius' point exactly. Nineteen. It seemed like yesterday that they graduated from Hogwarts. Because it was only a year ago.

"Wow" Peter managed to say.

"Do you know what a condom is?" Remus laughed

"Ha ha ha" James rolled his eyes

"Very funny, Remus" Lily blushed.

Remus smiled. And Sirius stared at him. Remus was okay with this?

"Are you gonna keep it?" Dorcas asked "If you don't mind me asking"

"Yeah..." Lily nodded.

"We already told our parents" James added.

FLEAMONT AND EUPHEMIA KNEW?

"And they are going to help us" James continued.

"And we are hoping you too" Lily smiled.

"Of course!" Mary said.

"Except changing diapers" Peter added.

"That's gonna be you main job, Uncle Wormy" James teased.

"Please no"

"I'll help only if you name your baby Marlene"

"We are not gonna do that Mckinnon" James shook his head.

"Am I nothing to you?"

"Padfoot, are you okay?" Remus whispered in Sirius' ear.

And Sirius realized he was very still. With his glass half way up. He hadn't said anything. And he was probably very pale.

Sirius nodded.

"Congratulations" Sirius said, interrupting everyone. But he didn't sound very cheerful.

James and Lily turned to look at him.

"Thank you, Sirius" Lily smiled.

"Ah, stop right there, Padfoot" James smiled awkwardly "Don't start suggesting weird names for my baby"

"Like Elvendork" Remus added, trying to cheer Sirius up. Remus knew him too well.

"Elvendork?" Dorcas asked.

"Sirius named his bike like that" Mary explained.

Sirius faked a smile "Don't worry" he said, and he stood up "I'm having a cig...Moony..." he exchanged his hand.

Remus was usually the one buying cigs. Sirius just smoked occasionally.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Remus said as he gave Sirius the pack.

"No, don't worry"

And Sirius went outside, aware of James' concerned glares on him.

Sirius was angry. They were growing up too fast. Mostly everyone had jobs. Even Dorcas who graduated this July was looking for a job. Just the other day, Remus and Sirius had to sit down and do the maths to divide expenses and bills. And Sirius had been bored as hell, trying to seduce Remus instead, but receiving a yell telling him to be more mature.

Sirius didn't want to be mature. Sirius wanted to be young forever. Most people hate school. But for Sirius, it had been the best experience. Sharing dorm with The Marauders, sharing adventures with The Marauders, sharing secrets with The Marauders, sharing pranks with The Marauders.

Having a relationship with Remus was the best that Sirius could've asked for. Having his beautiful Moony between his arms.

But sometimes, he just missed being silly with his friends. And he missed McGonagall, and Dumbledore, and driving Filch crazy. And caring about stupid exams or essays. And coming up with Tom & Jerry conspirances at 3 in the morning.

That's what Sirius had found in Benjy, his art school friend. Yeah, he was older. But he was still full of life, seeking for fun and adventures. And single... Far away thinking about children. Far away.

Sirius felt James' presence next to him. He leaned on the wall, besides Sirius. And sighed. Sirius tried to ignore him.

"I... I actually think Elvendork would be a cool name for a baby" James started.

Sirius couldn't avoid but smile.

"Is unisex" he added.

"See? Convenient" James smiled back.

"You must be freaking scared" Sirius said. Because he was. And he hadn't got anyone pregnant.

James sighed "Yeah I am freaking scared..." he said "But also really happy"

Sirius simply nodded.

"Like when you're about to ride the rollercoaster" James explained "And you're really nervous, like with a lot of adrenaline and swallowing your vomit..."

"Very graphic..."

"But you know it would be worth it" James continued, and" he smiled "You want to go through that experience, even if it seems scary"

Sirius was silent for a while, only having his cigarette.

"What did Monty and Effie say?" Sirius asked "I'm surprised they didn't kill you"

"They almost did" James laughed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sirius didn't want to sound hurt, but he did.

"I'm telling you now"

"With everyone else... Like you don't care about my opinion" Sirius looked down.

"Pads..." James sighed "I do care about your opinion" he said "What's your opinion?"

Sirius shrugged "I... I'm scared of everything changing" he said, trying not to cry "I'm scared of stoping being us. Like The Marauders. We barely see each other. With Moony is different because he is my lover and I shag him..."

"Okay..."

"And Wormy is still Wormy but far away" Sirius continued "And you are... You're gonna be a father" Sirius snorted, still not believing it "And that child is gonna take all the energy from you. And when we less think about it, you will become a semi bold lad with a belly, going after 5 kids running around..."

James shivered "No please no"

"The Marauders are over..."

"Wow..." James said "That's not true"

Sirius turned to look at him.

"I still have a sick pack thank you very much" James rubbed his belly "And I am cool and young"

Sirius didn't answer.

"Listen, Pads" James sighed "We are never gonna stop being The Marauders. Never. Even when we are grey and old. We are still going to prank our grandchildren putting fart bags under their pillows"

Sirius smiled.

"Yeah... We had an incredible time at Hogwarts" James continued "With all the pranks and the parties and the silly jokes. We had our adventures..." he smiled "And yeah that part is over. But we are still having adventures... Like being in relationships, and having babies, and having grown up parties, and having jobs and paying taxes..."

"Fun" Sirius said sarcastically

James laughed "We are in a different stage of our lives" he said "But we are always going to be us. And I am always going to be your best friend. And we are still going to laugh about silly things. We are going to be Marauders"

Sirius snorted.

"So we had our years as Hogwarts Marauders" James added "And now we are Adult Marauders. But with incredible girls as friends. And Lily, and my future baby"

And Sirius knew it. James might be the goofy asshole he loved, but he had matured. He was wize and supportive. He would be an incredible father. And Lily and incredible mother.

"You're going to be an incredible father, James" Sirius said, looking into his eyes.

James smiled nervously "You think?"

"You and The Ginger are practically everyone's parents so..." Sirius smiled "That child is lucky to have you. I wish I could've had that luck" Sirius sighed thinking about Orion and Walburga.

James rubbed Sirius' hair affectionately.

"Cheers Padfoot" he said "Now, you left all grumpy and dramatic" James teased "Before Lily and I got the chance to ask you..."

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Would you like to be my baby's godfather?"

Sirius laughed. He started laughing to express all the happiness he was feeling. James was right. It would be an adventure to raise that child. And Sirius was going to help. And be the baby's bad influence. Sirius was ready. A baby Marauder.

"You mean, Dogfather?" Sirius giggled.

James snorted "I'm asking Remus instead..."

"No! Prongsie. I was joking!" Sirius pouted.

James laughed. He was genuinely laughing like they used to. Like children. And Sirius joined him. They started giggling like idiots.

"Promise me, Prongs" Sirius said "We will always be the same"

"Promise, Pads"

And they hugged tightly.

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