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your-local-baguette · 11 months

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HEYYYY it’s me again with another amazing request😏 okay so this time it’s Marc Snuffi and reader okay so I was thinking Marc has been not coming home in time because he’s a coach and reader made food for him because she was excited because it was his birthday but he came late and reader fell asleep on the dinner table and when Marc came home he saw them and felt bad and guilty and he woke up the reader and she felt sad and marc got sad so he prepared a small dinner for both of them and celebrated his birthday and a kiss😏 (I’m really bad at endings you can change it cuz I don’t really like the end)

I see like no snuffy stuff apart from parental figure so im really happy you requested this. Im also having a kind of writer block so just at the right time lol. May our delusion unite. Im also horrible at cooking so more delusion to believe in

I feel like its gonna be a little short... Anyway enjoy!

To never let go...

A slight humming echoed through the apartment only to be heard by yourself. Your wooden spoon pushed the vegetables around in the frying pan. Fresh fried vegetables, along with some tagliatelle who were cooking in a pot next to you. You swiftly took out plates, dividing the vegetables portion unevenly, more for you beloved husband, he must be hungry after all that work. You also took out the noodles, sprinkling some cheese and sauce over both portions. A bit of salt resting on top of all vegetables pieces and a miso soup on the side. You brought the plate on the table, sitting in front of yours, tapping your nails excitedly against the hard wooden table. The clock ticked, seconds by seconds turned in minutes by minutes.

It had been fifteen minutes and your smile started fading, more tapping your nails in anxiety than excitement. He was usually home by now, you kept your hopes up and waited.

The minute needle on the clock had already did one and half turn, you gritted your teeth in anxiety. It was already eight pm, your eyes started to feel heavy, you layed your head next to your untouched plate. Soft music playing in the background, your mind drifting off to sleep, the second you felt yourself go, the door sound woke you up. You didn't even have the energy to get up, your body and mind too exhausted to do anything, you were wide awake but head layed in your arms and eyes closed. Quiet steps could be heard, like it was done on purpose" im awake love" you said raising your upper body, rubbing your eyes and stretching afterward. You walked toward him and opened your arms to which he welcomed himself." Hello" he said in one of the most gentle voice, you cupped his face, looking up at the man embracing your fragile body." Happy birthday. Let me reheat the mea-" he shushed you with his finger" don't bother, you're clearly exhausted, i'll make something" " bu-" " no bargains" you nodded, lower lip sticking out a bit. He smiled at you expression walking in the kitchen, you sat down and watched his back with a smile. A comfortable silence filling your shared apartment, well that was apart from the soft music in the background.

A plate was placed in front of you, a candle resting in front of it, the last and most important piece to finish this magnificent view, was your husband. Sitting calmly in front of you, face resting in his palm, other one placed over your hand. This was so intimate somehow, you both ate in a peaceful quietness, an intimate dinner, every word shared through your crossing gazes. Smile attached to the both of your lips, they closed like magnets, connecting in a swift but gentle motion. The instant felt like thousand of years, when parted only to be joined in one last peck. An intimated gesture that leaded in one of the sweetest moment.

The music of your first date, playing in the background, both of your bodies swaying around in a romantic dance. The exact same dance of the night of your wedding, both of you stuck in your own world, the other people just absent. Only thinking about one another...

The majestic ice white dress followed your steps, bodies pressed against one another, face inches part. Only eachother for eachother, a romantic slow playing in the background, other couples dancing around. But both of you in center of it all, the flowers decorating your freshly styled hair, lips joined in a kiss that ended and started something. The slow ended, your arms still didn't leave his neck while his still rested on your hips. Clapping could be heard has everyone was staring at you and Marc....

The music fell silent as you both stood in the middle of the living room, embracing eachother in a hope to never let go

To never let go...

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smilingformoney · 2 months

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Sharing Part VII | Lionel/Reader

Summary: Lionel's in for a punishment of his own when you get wind of his fling with PJ Puznowski.

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“I thought I’d find you in here.”

Lionel tore his eyes from the remnants of the fake painting he’d almost parted with £12 million for, and his disappointment washed away when he laid eyes on something even more beautiful than any painting in his collection: you, in a slick black dress, crossing the threshold of the room that held Haystacks at Dawn.

”[Y/n]!” he grinned. “I’m so glad to see you. I was just considering packing in this droll party, but now you’re here, I’ll definitely pack it in. We’ll need the place to ourselves, after all.”

He slipped a hand around your waist and reached down to grab your ass as he kissed you. He tasted like expensive wine, and he smelt just as sensual as he always did. You almost gave in, basking in the feel of him, but then you remembered the woman you’d just passed on your way into the house.

Lionel had been fucking around. Now, he was about to find out.

You spotted the fake Haystacks at Dusk out of the corner of your eye as you parted for breath, and your curiosity got the better of you.

”Why is her maj watching us kiss?”

Lionel glanced back at the fake painting with a sigh. “I was almost fooled into buying a false Haystacks Dusk. Fortunately Deane realised the forgery… just moments after Zaidenweber declared it genuine. Needless to say, Zaidenweber won’t be my new curator after all.”

“I told you Harry was worth keeping around,” you said smugly. You had a soft spot for Harry Deane, finding his constant deference and bumbling endearing despite Lionel’s eternal annoyance at him - perhaps because he annoyed Lionel so much.

”Yes, well, too late for that. He quit on the spot. Now I’m left with no curator at all and Queen Elizabeth staring at me from within a fake Haystacks at Dusk.” He turned back to you with a smile. “But no matter. I still have Dawn, and more importantly, I have you. How was your flight?”

”Long. You really need to move to your office in California, Lionel, then there’d be none of this flying back and forth every six months business.”

Lionel smirked. “You’d have to drag me away from London kicking and screaming, love. Talking of screaming - it’s been a long night, and I sorely need a reprieve. I hope you don’t expect to walk away with that dress in one piece.”

”I know you better than that, sweetie. Come on.”

You took his hand and led him away from the gallery and up to one of the many bedrooms in his manor, letting him ramble on in his husky voice about all the things he was going to do to you - or all the things he thought he was going to do to you. You had a very different plan in mind, and Lionel wasn’t going to get any say in the matter.

As soon as the door was shut behind you, Lionel’s hands were on your body, grabbing hungrily at the fabric of your dress.

”This. Off. Now.”

You placed your hands over his to still his movements, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

”You first,” you insisted. “I flew all this way. I wanna see you strip for me.”

As if Lionel needed an excuse to get his clothes off. If he didn’t have to wear clothes to be seen in public, he’d never put them on in the first place. It had taken you by surprise the first time you’d come downstairs in the morning, he having woken and got up before you, and found him lying on the sofa stark naked. You certainly didn’t have reason to complain about his nudist habits - it just made him more accessible. You even began wearing less clothes around the house yourself, usually opting to just cover yourself with a robe until he inevitably threw it to the floor so he could worship your body.

Lionel was sat on the edge of the bed as he removed his final piece of clothing, tugging his trousers from his ankles, and before he could stand you quickly pushed his shoulders until he was laying on his back.

He chuckled, thinking he knew what was coming. He was sorely mistaken.

You hitched up your skirt and lifted a leg to straddle him. He felt your bare flesh press against his crotch, and he hummed in approval.

”No knickers? You filthy thing. I bet you’re not wearing a bra either, are you?”

He lifted his hands to pull your dress down, but you slapped them away. He frowned.

”Show Daddy your tits, [Y/n],” he said sternly.

You shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think you deserve them.”

”…Come again?”

You almost laughed at how genuinely confounded he was. Normally you were eager for him to paw at your chest, leaving bite marks and scratches behind, so your resistance at getting your tits out for him at all was certainly new.

”You heard me. Daddy’s been naughty. I don’t think he deserves to see my tits.”

Lionel pushed himself up with his elbows and snarled at you.

”Has six months with Michaelson made you forget who’s in charge here, little slut?”

You scoffed. “You’re calling me a slut? That’s rich.”

You and Lionel had fucked so many times in the rooms of his manor that most of them had some sort of toy lying around. This room, you had specifically led him to because you knew there was a pair of handcuffs in the bedside cabinet. You learned over now to reach into the drawer and, before Lionel could react, you had one of his wrists cuffed.

In his surprise, he fell back onto the pillows, and you took advantage of his temporary disorientation to grab his other wrist and lock both his wrists together above his head.

”What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Lionel hissed. “Those are for your wrists, not mine.”

”Oh, but they look so good on you, Daddy,” you pouted.

”Let me go this instant!” Lionel demanded, tugging at the handcuffs as if that would help, and you just laughed at him. “Don’t you laugh at me, slut. You’re going to have to let me out eventually, and when I do, you and your arse are in for a big punishment. You won’t be able to sit for weeks. You won’t even be able to stand up straight, you’ll be stuck with your arse in the air, just waiting for me - mmph!”

You stopped his threats with a kiss, and despite his indignant anger, your lips were as irresistible to him as ever, and he whined into the kiss with a desperate need, his hips bucking up into yours as if hoping he could slip inside you.

“Oh, is there something Daddy wants?”

Lionel frowned at you. “You know exactly what I want. You’d better give me your cunt, [Y/n], or you’ll sorely regret it.”

You grinned, adjusted your position on top of him slightly, and wrapped your hand around his cock.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

You stroked him once, just enough to taunt him.

“Sorry for what?”

You pouted.

“Daddy doesn’t even know what he did wrong,” you said with disappointment. “And he thinks he can have my cunt?”

Lionel hissed with frustration. Your thumb was on his tip now, teasing at the precum that was beginning to leak from him.

“You know I don’t like these games, [Y/n]. What do you think I’ve done?”

“Hmm…” You continued to stroke him slowly, with featherlight touches, just enough to keep him frustrated. “Maybe you need your memory jogged.” You leant over him, bringing your lips close to his ear, and you could feel his frustrated heavy breathing tickling your ear.

“Would you remember if I rode you?”

“Yes,” he said quickly, thinking he was getting what he wanted. “Yes, ride me, [Y/n], then I’m sure I’ll remember…”

“And tell me, Daddy - what’s the position called when a woman rides a man?”

“Erm - cowgirl?” Lionel said with a frown, which deepened when he realised what you were getting at. “Wait - is that what this is about? The cowgirl?”

You gave him a couple of tugs as a reward, then went back to your languid movements.

“Got there eventually. You really are slow when you’re thirsty, aren’t you, Daddy?”

“I don’t — what are you talking about, [Y/n]? I thought she had Haystacks at Dusk. Clearly, it was a fake. That’s all.”

You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth. “Liar.”

You released your grip on him, causing him to groan in frustration, then reached out to grab your bag from where it had been discarded on the floor. You pulled out your phone, pulled up a screenshot and showed it to him.

It was a photo of Lionel kissing PJ outside the Savoy, and a tweet caption: Lionel Shabandar kissing a woman that is definitely not [Y/n] [L/n].

“So I kissed her!” Lionel said incredulously. “I have a free pass for when you’re not here, don’t I?”

“Not all over Twitter!” you hissed, tossing the phone aside. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is -“ You took his cock in your hand again and tugged it, causing his hips to buck and a whine to escape his throat. “- when Eli comes shoving this in my face -“ Another tug, another whine, another buck of his hips. “- and then my mother sends it to me! She’s in bits because she thinks you’re cheating on me. How can I tell this innocent old lady that we’re open, huh? That you’re allowed to fuck other women?”

“I didn’t - fuck - I didn’t fuck her —”

“Stop lying to me, Lionel!” You groaned with frustration, releasing him from your grip to lean over him, hands either side of his head, trapping him beneath you. “You led her into the hotel —”

“And left twenty minutes later! She turned me down.”

You scoffed. “So you only tried to fuck her. Well, that’s alright, then, isn’t it?”

Lionel tugged on the handcuffs in frustration, but they were far too high-quality to budge.

“[Y/n] — I’m sorry, alright? If I’d known it would upset you, I wouldn’t have even gone near her.”

You hesitated, looking at him carefully, watching for any sign that he was lying.

“…Really?”

“Of course,” he said, as if you’d asked him something as obvious as the colour of the sky. “I love you, [Y/n]. She might have been a good fuck, but that’s not worth upsetting you over. Nothing is.”

“Not even if fucking her got you Haystacks at Dusk?”

“Not even for Haystacks at Dusk.”

You sat up, looking down at him, all anger and frustration dissipating from you in mere moments. You knew he loved you, but just like Eli, he had other priorities. For Eli, it was his ego. For Lionel, it was his art. And yet, here he was, insisting you meant more to him than Haystacks Dusk, and despite everything you believed him.

You uncuffed his wrists and he sighed with relief as he lowered his arms, hissing as he rubbed his sore wrists.

“You need practice with these. They were far too tight.”

“You offering to let me practice on you?”

Lionel smirked. “In your dreams, love.”

He grabbed your hips and flipped you over, nestling his hips comfortably between your legs.

“Now, [Y/n], please may I see those tits? I’m just itching to get my hands on them.”

Was he seriously asking, not just taking? Wow. He must really be sorry.

You smiled and raised your arms above your head. Lionel grinned hungrily and grabbed the fabric of your dress to tug it over your head and discard it on the floor, leaving you naked as he was.

“Fucking perfection,” he growled, his large hands already cupping your breasts. “And you really thought I’d fuck other women when I’ve got you?”

He leant down and buried his face between your breasts, licking at every inch of skin he could reach, as if he could leave a trail of saliva to remind Eli where you’d been.

“You can fuck them, Lionel, you know that. I just don’t want it all over Twitter.”

“Hmm… I’d rather just have you, to be honest.”

He kissed one nipple, then the other, then your lips.

“I don’t recall the last time I fucked another woman… how can I, when I’ve already had the best? PJ was a means to an end, that’s all… you are the only woman for me, [Y/n].”

You whined, from need, from love, from frustration. You wrapped your arms around your lover’s shoulders, clinging onto him as he breathed in your scent, his nose tickling your cheek as he dropped slow, featherlight kisses to your face.

“Move to California, Lionel,” you begged. “I can’t stand being away from you. I love Eli, but I love you too. I need you both there.”

There was a long pause. Lionel stilled his movements, his face still pressed against yours, his hair tickling your skin slightly.

“…I’ll think about it,” he conceded.

You smiled as a warm feeling spread within your chest. You knew it was the best answer you could have hoped for in the moment. Lionel wasn’t one to make promises he couldn’t follow through on, and he didn’t want to let you down.

“Any other requests while I’m here? The moon, perhaps?”

He was smirking at you, but you had a feeling if you really wanted the moon, he’d find a way to buy it.

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, holding him close.

“Devour me, your Lordship.”

Lionel grinned, purring hungrily. His pupils were blown with lust, his breath heavy, and you could feel his cock twitching as it lay pressed up against your cunt.

“Ohh, [Y/n]… I may be a Lord, but you are my Queen. I won’t just devour you… I’ll worship you.”

He slid inside you so easily, you’d have almost not noticed if he weren’t so fucking big.

Lionel groaned with relief, his cock finally inside you, finally where he belonged.

“Mhmm… I’m so glad we stopped using condoms, darling. The walls of your tight cunt feel so fucking good. And you’re so wet… always so wet for me.”

“All for you, Daddy,” you whined, and Lionel hummed approvingly, rewarding you with a deep thrust.

“Yes… yes, all for me, my perfect little slut… I’ve missed you and I’ve had a hell of a day, I don’t know if I can control myself…”

“Then don’t,” you begged, your fingernails digging into his shoulders, hips wriggling desperately beneath his. “Fuck me, Lionel.”

He chuckled darkly. “As my lioness wishes.”

You cried out as he began thrusting into you, the squelching sound of his cock plunging into your soaking wet cunt filling the room, rivalled in volume only by your depraved groans.

“Mmm, yes, that’s it… fuck , you take me so well, darling.” Lionel sunk his teeth into your neck, aiming for a bruise Eli had left you last night. “As if I would ever have some - ah! - subpar other woman when I have you. I rub my cock every night thinking of you, darling, fucking my pillow and imagining it’s you beneath me… Do you think of me, darling, when you’re with him?”

“S - sometimes,” you gasped. “Wish you were there…”

“Only sometimes?”

“Always,” you admitted. “Always want you there… want him here… both daddies…”

Lionel grinned mischievously. “Greedy slut. Yes, you love it, don’t you? Not satisfied with just a billionaire - or just a Nobel Laureate - no, you have to have both.”

You buried your head in his neck and whined.

“D - don’t care about that,” you spluttered between groans. “Just want you - and Eli - don’t care about the rest. If - oh, fuck, Lionel!”

You cried out as he pushed your legs back slightly, opening them nice and wide for him, his cock pushing up against your sweet spot just right.

“What was that, darling? If what?”

“Lionel - Lionel, I - ahh! Just like that, Lionel, please…”

He laughed at you, relishing the sight of you rendered so helpless, so cockdrunk, gushing with desire for him, your eyes alight with pleasure and your mouth emitting the most sinful groans.

Lionel pulled out of you, grabbed your hips and turned you over, then swiftly re-entered you from behind, giving him the perfect angle to slap your arse as his cock slid in and out of you.

“I see Michaelson’s been keeping you in line,” Lionel chuckled, examining the bruises and bite marks on your ass cheeks. “Good man. Don’t want you forgetting your place, do we, love?”

“N - no,” you gasped.

“And where is your place, slut?”

“Wherever Daddy wants me,” you groaned into the pillow. “Anywhere - anything you want, Daddy…”

“Good girl.”

He reached around your waist and his expert fingers found your sensitive nub, and you were so close to the edge already that it took him only a few strokes to send you over the edge, screaming incoherently into the pillow, hands gripping tight around the bedpost as you came. Lionel followed soon after, painting your insides with his cum, body shuddering as he held your hips firmly against him, keeping himself buried deep inside you as he filled you up.

Your knees gave way and your hips fell unceremoniously onto the bed, sliding off of Lionel’s cock, and he quickly followed suit, lying on top of you on the messed-up sheets of a bed you’d never slept in.

He pressed lazy kisses wherever he could, across your shoulders and neck, and you giggled when he kissed behind your jaw and his hair tickled against your ear.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered in your ear, and you blushed. You wriggled around underneath him so you were face to face, and his lazy kisses became a deep, warm, loving kiss between the two of you, both savouring the intimacy of the moment.

“I love you, Lionel,” you whispered when your lips parted, as if the room were bugged and it was a secret nobody else could know.

“I love you too, [Y/n],” he replied with a smug smile, knowing he had your heart, body and soul, and that was worth more than any painting, no matter how rare.

You shivered. Lionel kissed you once more then rolled off you to let you go to the bathroom, and when you returned he was still stark naked, looking out the window, where he could see the gala was still in full swing without him.

You approached him from behind, still naked yourself, and wrapped an arm around his waist. He smiled and put an arm around your shoulder to hold you close. He kissed the top of your head, then muttered, “I do want to live with you all year, darling. I’d happily move to California to be with you, even with Michaelson there too. But… my work is here, for now.”

“I know,” you replied, looking out across the estate at the gathered revellers, far too interested in the free food and drink to notice their host’s absence. “It’ll all fall into place one day.”

You were both quiet for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence, completely naked and vulnerable as you looked down at the party. Most people had taken their masks off by now, and down near the band, you saw a figure of similar build to Lionel, dancing energetically with a dark-skinned woman with unmistakable bushy hair.

“How long have Betty and Sinclair been together?” you wondered aloud.

“Hm? Oh, about… twenty years or so. Why?”

“They’re still so in love.”

“They, my love, are unique among married couples. Especially those in the upper classes. Most rich married couples are miserable, but those two… they almost make me believe in true love.”

“What’s their secret, do you think?”

“Well, either they’re on copious amounts of cocaine…”

You laughed.

“…or they genuinely enjoy one another’s company.” Lionel looked down at you. “You were going to say something earlier. Before I rendered you speechless.”

You smiled. “I was going to say that I don’t care about your money. It’s good to see you reap the rewards of all the effort you’ve put into Shabandar Media, and I definitely like the perks, but if you lost it all, I’d still love you.”

Lionel smirked. “Careful, [Y/n]. Talk like that and one might think you’ve gone soft. You’ll be talking about marriage next.”

“My title would be ‘Doctor Lady’, I’d marry you just for that.”

“Two titles, two lovers. You really are just a collector, aren’t you, [Y/n]?”

“You can talk, with your art collection!” you said teasingly.

“That’s true,” Lionel conceded. “Perhaps we’re both greedy.” He kissed you again, then sighed. “I suppose we should get back to the party. I closed on an important deal tonight, I don’t want them to change their minds because I disappeared at the party, even if it was to fuck you.”

He kissed you one last time, deeply this time, and there was something unusually sweet about it. Before you had chance to savour it, however, Lionel pulled away and began to gather his and your clothes from the floor.

You glanced back out the window and considered, for the first time in a long time, if moving back to England wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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heejayy · 2 years

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So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Todo and a fem reader in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine the reader as a princess with Todo as her palace bodyguard. The fic would involve the reader trying to help Todo with his crush only to develop feelings for the guy. What do you think?

Your Majesty || Aoi Todo

Warning • none?

Genres •Alladin Au! fluff, a little angst

Pairing • Todo x reader

a/n: cried while making this. And not because it’s sad it’s because it got deleted and I had start over 😶

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After your handmaidens got you ready for bed you sent them off for the night- well more like rushed them off. You were waiting for everyone to leave so you could let Todo in.

“Psst Todo they’re gone” you whispered out your bedroom door. He slipped in but not without knocking a few things over.

“Sorry” he whispered placing back in the rightful spots. You couldn’t help but laugh at the big goof. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t do anything too gracefully, but who could when you’re 6’3.

“Get the game ready while I go close your balcony doors” you nodded stepping over your pet fox resting by your bedside. You grabbed the monopoly box and skipped over to where Todo stood.

“shall we your majesty” he bowed pointing towards the Persian rug offering you a seat.

“You know I hate when you call me that, we’ve been friends for a while now.” He shakes his head disagreeing

“You’re the crown princess and I’m just your bodyguard, if anyone heard me not using your correct honorifics they’ll have my head”

You frowned “Todo you’re more than just my bodyguard, you’re my dear friend” you smiled pinching his cheek. His face instantly turned a bright shade of red.

“How was your day your maj-“ you whipped your head towards him giving him a glare. Todo noticed and rolled his eyes “how was your day y/n?”

You smiled “good, yours?”

“I met Malia in the royal gardens” your ears perked up at the mention of Malia. She was one of your handmaidens, but you didn’t see her at all today due to her being assigned elsewhere.

“Oh, is that the girl you have a crush on?” You asked fully knowing the answer.

“Yes, she’s a lovely girl” you nodded looking at the rug tracing the designs.

“Do you remember that old tale in the children’s story book about a princess, that poor guy and her magic carpet?”

“The one with the unrealistic genie… no why?” You glared at him rolling your eyes “Don’t act funny, but anyways I was just thinking how lovely it would be if we could fly anywhere in the world on this very carpet and have a magic lamp to make wishes.”

“That’s impossible stop reading fairy tales” he teased.

“You just have no imagination do you?!” He shrugged fully aware he was annoying you.

“Out of curiosity what would you wish for?” He asked moving his playing piece.

“To have a normal life and fall in love.”

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“Ha! Go to jail!” You laughed as Todo moved his playing piece to jail.

“Cheater” he huffed crossing his buff arms making his uniform tighten around them. You swallowed looking away hoping he didn’t notice you gawking at him.

“So Todo…do you like Malia?” He gazed up at you, “well she’s pretty and has a nice personality, but- I don’t know” it might sound mean but hearing that gave you a slight relief.

“Oh, well just talk to her it shouldn’t be that hard” he scoffed.

“Oh really?” You nodded knowing fully k

“Whatever…anyways are you interested in anyone?” You gulped.

“Um no?-” he nodded. You two sat in silence for a while until he spoke again.

“It’s getting late and I should get back to my position before my replacement comes” you nodded watching him as he cleaned up the game.

“I’ll see you tomorrow your majesty” you watched him as his veiny hand reached for the gold door handle. You wanted to call out for him, but you stayed silent. You walked over to your bed cutting off the lamp as you got into bed.

You didn’t get a wink of rest that night due to overthinking. You watched the sun rise from your open balcony door over your beautiful kingdom, one that will be yours be yours.

“Good morning princess y/n it’s time to- oh you’re already awake?” Malia said surprised as she walked in.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked while pulling back your curtains, you shook your head ‘yes’ lying squinting your eyes as the sun came pouring in.

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You absent mindedly walked the halls of your beautifully decorated palace. No where specific you were headed you just wanted to walk.

“Your majesty where are we going?” Malia asked trailing behind you.

“No where” you shrugged as you rounded the corner, you spotted Todo talking to another guard. You two made instant eye contact as if he could sense you.

“You’re dismissed” you told Malia trying to put her off on Todo, “but your majesty-“

“Dismissed” you said more sternly, she bowed and back away.

You wondered around longer making your way to the garden maze as you spotted your fox.

“Leo!” You gasped smiling as he ran up to you. You got down on your knees to pet him “that’s my baby!”

“I found him chasing a butterfly” you looked up slightly startled.

“Oh, good evening Todo” he bowed.

“Where’s Malia?” You asked innocently. He chuckled responding with “in the kitchen.” You nodded picking up Leo making an effort to walk around him.

“I know what you’re doing” he spoke following you around the garden. “What are you talking about?” He sped up his pace walking in front of you cutting you off.

“Todo if you don’t mind I’m walking, you’re welcome to join me-“

“Cut it out” he laughed “you’re trying to set me up with Malia” You shrugged “I thought you liked her?” You said tilting your head now genuinely confused.

“I do- I did- she’s ok but i- I don’t know!” He exclaimed flailing his arms, Todo has always been dramatic especially when he’s conflicted. You watched him in distress as he paced the around. “She’s gorgeous, has a nice smile, tall and has a nice body…”

“Todo I don’t want you with Malia” you blurted out cutting him off. He stopped pacing turning his muscular frame to you.

“What do you mean?” You rolled your eyes.

“You big dope I- I like you” you confessed biting the inside of your cheek twirling your gold bangles on your wrist as you held Leo. He was silent for a while and you couldn’t read his expression which made your heart drop to your stomach. Maybe you made a stupid mistake, you shouldn’t have confessed that was idiotic of you. You held Leo closer to your chest trying to gain a sense of comfort. You wanted to run away but your body wouldn’t allow you.

“Y/n” he called your name gaining your attention. You loved when Todo said your name, given there has only been a few times when he does it makes it feel special.

“Yes?“ you answer.

“You like me?” You nodded.

“Well I- it would never work! We’re too different I’m your body guard I have nothing to my name, while you are the crown princess, heir to the throne, the most beloved princess in the nation. I’m sure your father already has someone for you to marry-“

“I don’t want be with anyone else but you!” Todo was taken back at your outburst. You’ve never raised your voice in such an angry manner before.

“I love my father but he can’t control me or my feelings, I want you Todo.” A smile appeared on Todo’s lips “don’t worry you’ve always had me y/n.” He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, you smiled into the kiss feeling butterflies erupt in your belly. You might not have gotten your magic carpet ride but you feel like your wish has come true.

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Voldemort/Bella/Author - Interview

A: I would like to thank you for meeting me today Vold-

B: DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!

A: Let me rephrase...I would like to thank you for meeting me here today, Mr Dark Lord, sir.

V: My Lord will do.

A: I do not worship you.

B: SHOW HIM RESPECT!!!!

V: It's a title. Nothing more.

A: Right, but you are not my lord. You are A lord.

B: STOP DISRESPECTING THE DARK LORD, YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!

A: *swallows* My blood is clean. *sighs* I would like to thank you for meeting me here today, my lord.

B: Better.

V: You're welcome, this is all well and good. But why am I here?

A: In order to write chapter 6. I am going to need some information from you, my lord. Information that I need so I can move on to better things.

V: *crosses his arms across his chest* What information is that, my dear?

A: How are you going to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic?

V: Right to the point, I like it. Simple, I won't. My followers are doing it for me. They are in the works of imperiusing key players to obtsain control over the ministry.

A: You are being blatantly honest, that is refreshing.

V: You are the one who writes my lines. I am just establishing the fact that YOU are the one who makes it possible for me to have a better outcome than the dreadful Harry Potter Books/Movies.

A: This is true. I appreciate your candid responses. When will you finish taking control over the ministry.

V: By the end of the night Thickness will have murdered Minister Scimigor, and he will take his place in the ascension order. From there, my followers will take over the ministry: kicking out any who oppose us.

A: Just like that? You just kick them out? Or kill them?

B: I'LL KILL THEM IF THEY GET IN OUR WAY!!

V: I am not going to kill anyone, if I don't have to. If they leave quietly, I will allow them to proceed breathing.

A: So why are you taking over the Ministry?

V: The ministry was run to keep the popularion under control. I plan to demolish it after all our goals our accomplished.

A: What are your goals?

V: 1) Take over Ministry 2) Take over Hogwarts teaching curriculum. 3) Reinstate Dark Arts as well as Defense. 4) Capture all muggleborns for case studies. 6) Capture all muggles for case study to determine if muggleborns have squib blood. 7) If squib blood is determined to be the factor that allows muggleborns to exist we will work on reinstating the exstinct lines to those muggleborns that qualify. If squib blood is not the factor we will do more case studies of the families of muggleborns currently in our camps. 5) Kill Harry Potter 6) Infiltrate other countries and proceed with the first 4 steps once again.

A: Is it truly necessary to kill Harry?

V: In order for me to live, yes.

A: *sighs* What if killing Harry leads to your demise?

V: Why would it do that?

A: You made him a horcrux.

B&V: What?!

B: What's a horcrux?

V: not now Bella. Tell me more Author.

A: You placed a piece of your soul inside of Harry. If you kill him, you are going to die.

V: will you be allowing me to learn this knowledge?

A: Yes. It is important that you know. Knowing this will your plans change?

V: They will have to change. I cannot allow the boy to die by anyone's hands, not mine, or anyone else's. If one cannot live, while the other survives...I am the one surviving. He cannot have a life with my soul inside him?

A: exactly. he cannot live a full life. You should have never followed through with the prophecy, it just gave you a weakness.

V: then the only thing to do is to kidnap the boy, and study the scar on his forehead. If a piece of me is tethered to him it will be there.

A: I would imagine you are correct as he can share your thoughts.

V: you gave me alot to think about. Bella, we attack the ministry at dawn. Author, if you warn anyone...I know where to find you.

A: I understand.

B: I'LL BE WATCHING YOU!!!!

A: *raises hands in surrender as they both leave* ......Now, what will happen when they realize their is more than just no-majs they will have to contend with...mwahaha! I cannot wait to see the interaction between Voldemort and Magneto. M: You know, I could have just came and sit in this meeting. You didn't have to hide me from him. You determine if he will remember anything from this meeting.

A: I know...but I thought it was more clever, with you listening in so you can see where you stand.

M: I think he needs to be exterminated...his talk of muggleborns...leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Considering Hermione, is said to be muggleborn. I don't wish for her to go through the camps like I had as a boy. We must prevent that from happening in the Wizarding World. So the Wizarding World can help Mutants escape that from the no-maj world.

H: Well, I'm glad that my well being and mutant kind go hand in hand with you. Erik.

M: You already knew that the moment you shown me what you could do.

H: True. Thanks, for allowing us to sit in on this meeting Author.

A: No problem, Hermione. I hope it helps you with your own plans.

H: Oh, it does a bit...I am concerned for Harry's safety...if you allow Voldemort in on this knowledge...he will trap him in a cage, to never be able to live a full life. I don't want that for him.

M: We won't allow it.

A: Now let's hope chapter 6 comes out of me already.

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Is this anything?

The Golden Trio as Columbo Killer Archetypes

Kendall Roy - The Sad Sack Killer

Examples: Adrian Carsini (Donald Pleasence) in Any Old Port in a Storm, Emmett Clayton (Laurence Harvey) in The Most Dangerous Match, and Beth Chadwick (Susan Clark) in Lady in Waiting

Desperate and feral when cornered, these frantic but repressed killers often think of themselves as the true victim. They feel overlooked or threatened by someone more confident, more talented, or that frankly bullies them. This killer lashes out because they feel like the victim is about to steal their spotlight before they can even enjoy it. They’re terrified of Columbo, viewing him as a walking reminder of their guilt; but it’s maybe this guilt that makes them reach out to him for some kind of absolution.

See also Ruth Lytten (Joyce Van Patten) in Old Fashioned Murder

Shiv Roy - The Ambitious Killer

Examples: Oliver Brandt (Theodore Bikel) in The Bye-Bye Sky High I.Q. Murder Case, Kay Freestone (Trish Van Devere) in Make Me a Perfect Murder, and Milo Janus (Robert Conrad) in An Exercise in Fatality

Far more direct, cunning, and assured than the Sad Sack Killer. They appear confident and dazzling, and rely heavily on charisma and wit. They and their immediate companions are fully aware of the killer’s intellect and prowess in their chosen field, but their fatal weakness is overestimating these qualities. Infatuated with their own creative genius, they plan too much, and often reveal more than they wish when cornered. However, you can’t deny they keep their eye on the prize: anything to get ahead in their field, anything to cover up their crimes. These are the ones who look down the most on Columbo, and therefore are the most pissed off during the Gotcha moment.

See also Alex Benedict (John Cassavetes) in Etude in Black and any of Jack Cassidy’s characters

Roman Roy - The Impish Killer

Examples: Roger Stanford (Roddy McDowall) in Short Fuse, Nelson Brenner (Patrick McGoohan) in Identity Crisis, and Leslie Williams (Lee Grant) in Ransom for a Dead Man

These killers actively enjoy playing mind games with Columbo. They are eccentric and distinct personalities. They appear to enjoy their clever acts of murder more than the other two archetypes who simply view the murders as means to an end. To the impish killer, their murders are like entertaining set pieces, and they thoroughly enjoy watching Columbo seemingly trapped in their tangled web. They wanna have fun in everything they do in life, and if that includes murder, nice. While they have disdain for Columbo, they also kind of want his approval, too.

See also Dexter Paris (Martin Landau) in Double Shock and Joe Devlin (Clive Revill) in The Conspirators

i worked way too hard on this to be ignored, dan

BONUS ROYS

Logan Roy - The Protect My Legacy Killer

Examples: Col. Lyle C. Rumford (Patrick McGoohan) in By Dawn’s Early Light, Luis Montoya (Ricardo Montalban) in A Matter of Honor, and Maj. Gen. Martin J. Hollister (Eddie Albert) in Dead Weight.

This killer puts forth a front of icy control that can easily turn into reassuring charm that fades when they feel their legacy is threatened. They’ve internalized their own legend, convincing themselves they really are as dazzlingly heroic and in control of every situation as their reputation says. They are so protective of their legacy, their life’s work, that they justify murder as a necessary evil. Because of their age and experience, they tend to appreciate Columbo’s intelligence more quickly than the other killers. However, they are still so secure in their own invulnerability they can’t believe they won’t get away with it until the last second.

See also Dr. Marshall Cahill (Jose Ferrer) in Mind Over Mayhem, Viveca Scott (Vera Miles) in Lovely But Lethal, Nora Chandler (Anne Baxter) in Requiem for a Falling Star, and Commissioner Mark Halperin (Richard Kiley) in A Friend in Deed

Connor Roy - The No Business Being a Killer Killer

Examples: Nicholas Frame (Richard Basehart) & Lilian Stanhope (Honor Blackman) in Dagger of the Mind, Ward Fowler (William Shatner) in Fade in to Murder, and Tommy Brown (Johnny Cash) in Swan Song

Affable, personable, but often theatrical to the point of comical, these killers are near-sympathetic oddballs who develop a playful relationship with Columbo. They kill because they’re frail and not always too bright, and don’t know what else to do when past romantic entanglements, gambling debts, etc. catch up to them. They are either relieved when they’re caught or the pressure makes them go crazy.

See also Grace Wheeler Willis (Janet Leigh) in Forgotten Lady

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Pitch for a Supermassive Games installment:

1) The title: KINGDOM OF ARES (this is a double entendre since it’s referring to both the Greek god of war and Mars, the setting of the game)

2) The premise:

Sometime in the future, an eight-person team of astronauts is sent by NASA to explore Mars, which will be the first time humans have ever stepped foot on the planet. As soon as the astronauts arrive on Mars, they discover the entrance to what appears to be a lost civilization.

Of course, in typical Supermassive fashion, the exploration of the lost Martian civilization quickly turns into a nightmare. Based on the choices that players will make in the game, either the astronauts will make it back to Earth in one piece...or they’ll suffer the fate of the Martians.

3) Influences (movies that you can watch to get a feel for what I’m going for with this pitch):

Event Horizon (this is the main influence), Red Planet, Alien/Aliens, Sphere, Serenity, Apollo 18

You can also think of this game as the horror version of Interstellar and The Martian

4) The Playable Cast (aka the astronauts):

* Cmdr. Wade Mason (played by Ethan Hawke): The leader of the team / COMMANDING, INSECURE

* Dr. Iris Foster (played by Rhea Seehorn): The team’s botanist and biologist / INTROVERTED, RATIONAL

* Dr. Wesley Cheng (played by Simu Liu): The team’s chemist / EXTROVERTED, RECKLESS

* Dr. Henrietta Gonzalez (played by Jamila Velazquez): The team’s flight surgeon / DILIGENT, CONSIDERATE

* Dr. Hakeem Gray (played by David Gyasi): The team’s geologist and oceanographer / COURAGEOUS, PROTECTIVE

* Claire Goodman (played by Victoria Pedretti): The team’s systems operator and mechanical engineer / WITTY, COWARDLY

* Sanjay Subramanian (played by Sendhil Ramamurthy): The team’s navigator / SARCASTIC, DEFENSIVE

* Maj. Wanda Connors (played by Sanaa Lathan): The team’s lead pilot / ABRASIVE, CUNNING

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hi! so my brother is a big anime fan and I've agreed to watch Naruto with him (and only naruto, just because I have some context from following you. otherwise he really wants me to watch One piece) anyway upon learning about the sheer amount of episodes I told him that I was going to ask my friend maj which parts of it to watch. so, suggestions? mwah

You’ve come to a biased source. My answer is everything with sasuke. I think getting started you’re fine most of part 1 is fun to watch and has sasuke. I don’t have a comprehensive watch/skip list for naruto like I did with supernatural soz. But yeah the land of waves arc (the first arc) is like. Classic iconic one of my favorites.

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The Lion, the Witch, & the Serpent

Journey to Hogwarts

Harry Potter x Latina!OC, Draco Malfoy x Latina!OC

Author’s note: hope y’all enjoy this short chapter!! It’s a prelude to Valeria’s big life change, so I figured it was important to show how this affects her parents a little bit. You’ll find out more about them soon enough 😌 also be on the lookout for the next chapter, coming up tomorrow! Preview for the next one will be coming later tonight 🥳 also if you’re enjoying the series, feel free to show some love and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist 🥰

The Lopez’s woke up very early the following morning in a flurry, getting everything together for Valeria’s big move. There were clothes flying everywhere in her room, loud groans and sighs that echoed throughout the house, and Sarah furiously cooking their last breakfast together, the curly blonde cursing under her breath with how long it was taking. From anyone else’s point of view, it would’ve looked like they were running late - but in reality, the family of three were actually early, only rushing to get ready to have those quiet few moments together as a family before Apparating.

Soon enough, Valeria made her way into the kitchen, her wildly curly hair haphazardly thrown into a ponytail, in her No-Maj clothes that Sarah had bought her a couple of weeks ago at some store called Delia’s, the bright purple, floral t-shirt and pale blue denim overall shorts she wore being just some of her most-loved pieces, and sat down on the wooden bench in the family kitchen. Sarah had just finished preparing the family breakfast - chocolate chip pancakes, Valeria’s favorite, and it was practically staring Valeria down, causing the girl’s mouth to water. “Mom, can we eat now? We’re supposed to be at that railroad station soon.”

Sarah chuckled at her daughter’s impatience. “Yes you can, go ahead.”

She shook her head as Valeria dug right into her breakfast, sipping her coffee as she, too, sat down at the table. Antonio arrived not too long after, also going right for the pancakes. Sarah watched her husband and daughter eat side-by-side with an incredulous look. The same chocolate brown eyes were filled with hunger, as if they hadn’t eaten in days, little hums of enjoyment repeatedly coming from the father and daughter. “You two are like twins, I don’t know how I’m gonna survive not seeing this every day.”

Antonio and Valeria shared a look and rolled their eyes at Sarah’s dramatics. “You’ll be fine, Mom. You’ll see me during summer break, and possibly Christmas,” Valeria said, muffled by the pancakes that took up space in her mouth.

Sarah shook her head once more at her daughter as the three finished their breakfast. The Lopez’s were a family that valued their quality time, no matter how limited. Even if they were rushing or taking it slow, they always found time to at least be together. Sarah and Antonio made it a point to always have family time once Valeria was born, and that was how it always was as far as Valeria knew. She always understood it to be because her parents placed a huge importance on family, blood or not, but even as a little girl she knew that it wasn’t the only reason. Sarah and Antonio always shared the same look whenever the family did things together, a look Valeria couldn’t piece together very well - to her, it looked to be coming from a place of sadness and humility. She had always wanted to know the true reason why, but never got around to asking them, and now was definitely not a time to do so.

Before they knew it, Valeria held onto her parents’ hands as they Apparated to Chicago, her stuff already conveniently waiting for her upon arrival. Her things, Persephone included, were being held by a young man, probably no more than thirty, that was well-groomed and had the most distinguishing shade of auburn hair, with amber eyes beaming at the family. His Robin’s Egg blue uniform had gold trimmings, and pristine white gloves were visible on his hands.

“Hello, Miss Lopez, we have been expecting you! Welcome aboard to the Damen Blue Line! My name is Kip, and I’ll be your travel guide for the ride into King’s Cross. I will be here if you need anything, and to help you get onto the platform,” Kip said with a thick Chicago accent.

Valeria gave a slight nod, and turned to her parents. Sarah’s green eyes were watery with tears, and Antonio couldn’t stop blinking his deep browns. “Well, this is it.”

“Oh, míja, we are going to miss you so much,” Antonio said, his voice trembling.

“Please don’t forget to write to us and keep us updated on your life over there,” Sarah sobbed, blowing into a handkerchief she kept in her pocket.

“Of course I will,” Valeria assured her, her own tears bursting through, “te amo.”

“Te amo, míja,” her parents echoed, Antonio taking his tanned hand into Sarah’s pale one, the two waving as they watched their daughter get onto the train.

Valeria took one last look behind her after getting in the train, and waved back, wiping a tear from her eye carefully, not smudging her mascara she took her time putting on that morning.

The train hissed as it turned on, the loud chugging of the engine downing out all noise. She stepped into the cabin, realizing there was no one else there, besides Kip. “Hey, Kip? Why am I the only one on this train?” She asked, a confused look painting her face.

“Well, Miss Lopez, not very many students get to be a part of the Exchange program here in America. Most Exchange students come from other countries in Europe, but never from here,” Kip drawled. “You’re, I believe, the first American witch to receive the honor in a good ten years.”

“Ten years? Why has it been so long?” Valeria questioned as she sat down in a booth.

“Because of You-Know-Who,” Kip replied, in a low voice. “A lot of American witches and wizards are afraid of going across the pond, because they saw the devastation he brought over there, and have this theory that if they go there, he might come back.”

Valeria’s face twisted into disbelief. “Really? Is that what we actually think? You-Know-Who has been stopped by Harry Potter, and is dead. What, do people just think he’s gonna pop back up one day?”

Valeria saw Kip’s eyebrow arch up with a twitch. “Miss Lopez -“

“You can call me Val, Kip,” the teen interrupted.

“- Val, there are rumors that have been going around saying that he never really left. Says he’s been hiding somewhere in Europe, waiting for the opportunity to come back and gain strength, to finish what he started,” Kip continued, with a stern-yet-hushed tone.

Valeria’s eyes nearly popped out of her socket. You-Know-Who is possibly still alive? That can’t be…

“Yeah I know what you’re thinking, that can’t be!! But, hey, in my opinion? You-Know-Who is one powerful, bad wizard, anything can happen,” Kip said, shrugging.

Valeria just blinked at his statement, and Kip took that as an end to the conversation, turning around to go to the front of the cabin they were in. Her thoughts were swimming with theories and possibilities that… Voldermort could still be alive somewhere. How long could he survive though? Was it his soul that was still on earth somewhere? Or was it in the spirit world?

What would happen if he were to come back?

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episode 627:

law and luffy: (have a moment in their fight where they’re equally matched)

me, about to fall headfirst into lawlu: aw here we fuckin go—

#one piece #maj watches one piece #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #lawlu #here we fuckin go dog #i get it now. i get the ship entirely

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distorted self portraits. laughter at tears. manipulation and deceit. never taking no for an answer. wide-eyed. cynicism. freshly made bed. daily baths. only falling apart alone. color coordinated binders. ironed clothes. not caring what others think. dreaming of something bigger. dark red lipstick.

DETAILS.

name: dahlia maj greengrass. meaning: valley and dahl’s flower; the bitter sea. nickname: none. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: nineteen. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: tea greengrass (older sister). parents: hubert greengrass (father). valda greengrass nèe olsson (mother). languages: english, swedish, german. current residence: hogwarts. born: stockholm, sweden.

WIZARD FUN.

hogwarts house: slytherin. hogwarts year: nine. area of study: potions. extracurriculars: potions club, art club, hogwarts orchestra. affiliation: death eater. pet: snowy owl; emil. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: bat. boggart: dahlia’s funeral. amortentia scent: freshly washed linen, used parchment, elderflower wine, popcorn. wand type: blackthorn. dragonheart string. 10 ¾”.

APPAEARANCE.

height: 5'5" hair color: reddish brown. eye color: deep brown. hair style: wildly tamed. fashion style: formal and covered up.

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: + dignified + creative + inquisitive + self reliant negative traits: - moody - argumentative - calculating - snobby neutral: * fragile * realistic

theme song: paint it black by the rolling stones.

BIO.

it was supposed to be a blessing when the second child, dahlia maj, was born but right away it was disappointment. the greengrass curse had stricken the baby. a blood malediction with no cure. she was bound to die at a young age. hubert and valda looked into the child’s eyes that already looked sickly. when hubert was not in the room valda cried. her husband had already written the little girl off even though it was his family that brought the curse upon them. valda held her tight but let go when he was in the room. that’s how dahlia’s life would be. loving in secret, resentment, tears, thick skin and sickness.

the greengrass household was a torn one. tea, her older sister, could do no wrong. she was perfection in human form. her father doted on her and showered her with gifts. dahlia received the things tea didn’t want or grew out of. the only time dahlia received anything new was when valda sneaked them in for her. her mother tried to show the child love but behind hubert’s back. if she had been found out he would shout and degrade her for spending money or time on someone who was bound to die any day now.

any day now hadn’t come before her hogwart’s letter did. and so she went and was sorted into slytherin, the only thing her father could be proud of. while there she had to find out who she was as she never had the chance before. all she knew was an icy exterior, to rely on no one to constantly be there and to always be second best. but soon she wised up. she wasn’t second best. she was smart as a whip and twice as sharp. all she needed was her right environment and the slytherin common room and its inhabitants gave it all to her.

while she loved many of the classes hogwarts had to offer, potions is where her heart landed. there was something about the creating of potions that appealed most to her; playing with different herbs, piecing them together to see what they would do. though she would never admit it, dahlia secretly hoped that one day — before she died — that she could find a cure. and that one day she could laugh in her father’s face. the only problem is that she had become so comfortable with the fact she was going to die that she hadn’t given much thought about what a real life would be like. but what if she could find out? so she dedicated herself to potions and soon became the owner of slug and jitters apothecary.

as any good greengrass would, dahlia watched the war approaching and has decided to align with the death eaters. not necessarily because of her parents — well, partly, looking for approval — but because the other options weren’t appealing. she didn’t have anything to live for so she may as well find something to die for.

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celestialmazer · 6 months

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‘Mum’s head hole was far from ideal, but I tanned my hourglass bod’

Jamie Demetriou, comedian, actor and screenwriter

"My friend has moved to Majorca for a year and he has a spare mattress!” Announcements like this from my radiant mum were the seed from which most of my childhood holidays grew. Without the funds for hotels, we were reliant on family and friends moving to Europe and politely saying we could come to visit without meaning it. Them: “You should come one day! Maybe!” Us: “See you today!”

This particular year it was to be Majorca Mattress Madness + Me & Mum. I had high hopes. I was a curvy 10-year-old with curtains and a suspicion that cruisin’ to Maj’ with my Marj for two weeks would go down in history as one of the all-time-great, chilled jaunts.

Our Club 10-50 trip began with a bang, if you understand “bang” to mean “our section of the plane stank so badly of sewage due to a pipe malfunction that I remember seeing two people crying”. On arrival we were greeted by Mum’s nice friend who was putting us up in his flat. He was to be our suave-ish guide; let’s call him Norgay.

There was an immediate tension between him and me. Not a bad one, per se; he just made a lot of mild factual statements, but phrased them as poignant questions by ending them with a manly “mm?”, eg, “I love ginger beer, mm?” or, “You’re going to be sleeping on the floor behind a bookcase for two weeks with your mum because my flat isn’t big enough for a holiday, mm?” We reached his apartment, got settled behind the bookcase, introduced ourselves to the legion of cockroaches, I combed my curtains and we headed out.

Evening one. Norgay took us to a beach party held by his English-speaking, cucumber-sandwichy am-dram group. They were all hammered and, as a 10-year-old who didn’t know what, “Haha, no, I mustn’t… Oh, go on then!” meant, I felt lost. To try to make me feel at home, Norgay attempted a fatherly rugby tackle on me while I was paddling. In doing so, he slipped a disc, rendering him unable to show us around for the rest of the trip. Olé.

‘I had high hopes of an all-time-great, chilled jaunt’: Jamie Demetriou, aged 10, in Majorca. Photograph: courtesy of Jamie Demetriou

Day two. Norgay’s fresh torso slant meant a slower approach. “I know a beautiful, sandy beach, mm?” Bliss. Except it turned out he’d accidentally said “sandy beach” when he meant to say “bark chippings next to a rocky bog”. But a beach is a beach, y’know? And at least Mum didn’t go to enter the bog, slip, hit her head on a rock, pass out, then wake up with a big bloody crack in the back of her head. Wait, yes, she did do that. It was horrible. My poor mum tried to put a brave face on it: “Let’s go home and get a good fun sleep!” In other words, “I’m not conscious!”

Night. Norgay’s apartment overlooked an alley full of 24-hour bars, where (as I understand it) they held nightly scary-scream competitions, seemingly judged on a combination of decibel, blood-curdle and ability to wake up a soft 10-year-old boy as he lies facing the gaping bloody hole in his mum’s head. I could never decide on a winner. All 10s.

Days three to nine. With wounded carers, there wasn’t a huge amount I could do. I’d packed a VHS of four episodes of Only Fools And Horses that I watched on a loop. One day I was staring at it, eyes glazed, and it cut out. Hmm. I went to pull out the unfamiliar Euro plug, accidentally pulling the plastic casing off the metal prongs, leaving them in the wall. OK. Guess I’ll pull out the prongs with my young, pudgy hands? I don’t know how many volts of electricity passed through me, but my teeth chattered until my mum pulled me off the wall. Home now? Please?

Days nine to 14. I remember this period as peaceful. Mum and I wandered around looking for a travel agency that would give us flights home for cheap, or free. We laughed lots and found a nice beach where Mum could siesta and I could wade my new ginger beer-filled puppy fat in “Did you see that, Mum?”-sized waves (around 75cm). Gorgeous.

Weirdly, I haven’t thought about this holiday in 20 years. As a sort of adult now, I obviously can’t help but sympathise much more with my mum. She so wanted me to have a nice holiday: surely forking out for flights was enough to ensure that I would? It did. Bark, rocks, head holes and screaming were far from ideal, mainly for her. But I got to swim, I tanned my hourglass bod and memories were created that I’m proud to have in my head-loft. Thanks, Mum.

And at least we didn’t miss our flight home by a day because she accidentally wrote the dates down wrong. Mm?

Jamie Demetriou writes and stars in Stath Lets Flats.

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