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Happy 15th âVery First Mention Of Valiceâ Anniversary!
Though, admittedly, it does feel weird to celebrate this anniversary, given that âvery first mention of Valiceâ was me berating myself for even HAVING shipping thoughts about Victor and Alice. XD Yeah, what happened basically was this --
-->I was playing in a LIveJournal RP game at the time, Beyond The Rift, with a version of Doc Brown mixed with Changeling: The Lost (poor guy had ended up as a steampunk cyborg while stuck in Faerie, then escaped into an alternate universe Chicago with angels and demons and various other ridiculous shenanigans -- he at least got the ability to control his personal weather out of it?). I was having fun, and thinking about other characters that I would like to play with if given the chance -- most notably, Victor and Alice.
-->That same day, I ended up on TV Tropes, and in my travels, ended up in the Shipping Tropes section. I donât remember if I ended up on the Crossover Shipping page precisely, but I was definitely in that general vicinity.
-->And -- well, I was already thinking about how Victor and Alice shared a love of drawing, and how they were from the same time period, so if they DID both end up in that Chicago, theyâd be able to commiserate with each other and suchlike. . .
-->And thus, cue me thinking about shipping them. And then cue me going âWTF??â at my own brain, because I was absolutely convinced at the time that theyâd make a horrible couple, and that my (supposedly-joking) desire to ship Victor with both Victoria AND Emily was weird enough.
. . .we see how all THAT turned out! I wonder what 2008 Vicky would think if she could look forward and see me now -- having written freaking novelsâ worth of Valice fan fiction, having embraced not only shipping Victor with Victoria and Emily at the same time, but throwing Alice into the mix too, and currently being obsessed with the OT3 of Victor, Alice, and a roller coaster. XD Hopefully sheâd see how happy I am with all this nonsense and be glad that she didnât talk herself out of it. (Even if it took me until December of that year, after Iâd made Victor and Alice RP journals, to let Alice call Victor her boyfriend. But weâll get to that later.)
#valice#valice anniversary#first impressions#again not linking the post itself from my LJ/DW because#again it's a bit hard to parse if you didn't know my habit of talking to myself through many many alternate Doc Browns at the time#look trust me the 'constantly makes AUs of everything' thing is NOT NEW#but that's a decent summary of what happened#so you can thank TV Tropes for my primary ship I guess :p#I am glad that I didn't talk myself into believing Valice could never work#I've gotten a lot of joy out of the pairing over the years :)#and yes this is why when Victor indicated that he wanted to fuck the roller coaster#my initial thought was like 'seriously??? you know that would never work'#and then my SECOND thought was#'you thought that about Valice too'#and I sighed and started trying to come up with a human form for the coaster#...we see how THAT turned out too XD#queued
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So Let The Love Tear Us Apart
this is a gift 4 my life partner @alrightevans as a congratulations for getting through her exams im proud of u, u dickhead xxxx
( love also to @prongsyouignoramus for her help )
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Itâs been two weeks since Mr Evansâ funeral, Jamesâ mum informs them sombrely she clicks on her left indicator to leave the train station carpark. Sirius shoots James a look, but James just stares out the window and counts the number of garden gnomes they pass.
(Nobody has garden gnomes in London, except Notorious Nick from halls in first year, and even then, heâd stolen them.
Heâd let James help him go at them with cricket bats in the courtyard after exams. Smashing a ceramic gnome with a swing that wouldâve scored a six was one of lifeâs finer pleasures, heâd decided.)
âHow long are you boys staying for?â Euphemia asks, and this earns James another look from Sirius.
âNot sure yet,â Sirius says, but heâs still giving James that look, the one that tells James when heâs being too depressing, or too melancholy, and Sirius is this close to calling his mum about it. Itâs a look that says why are you keeping secrets from us?
âA while, I think,â James says.
âOh?â Euphemia tries to make eye contact with James through the rearview mirror, but he stares steadfastly at the back of the headrest in front of him.
âIs it alright if we go to Peteâs before dinner?â
She pauses, trying to weigh the situation. âOf course.â
James sits back and starts on the gnomes again.
Fleamont is there, at the end of that long gravel driveway, ready to haul their bags out of the boot, but James takes one look at his fatherâs grey-laced head, and thinks of Mr Evans, and races around the car to get there first.
He trudges up the stairs, and Sirius heads toward the garden, or the bathroom, or the library. Euphemia follows James, and when he pushes open his bedroom door, she puts her arms around his middle, and rests her chin on his shoulder. They survey the room together for a second and thereâs something off about it, but he canâtâ
âAwful boy,â she says, and itâs the stripped bed thatâs the issue, ânot even giving me enough warning so I could have fresh sheets for you.â
âItâs okay,â he says, and he means it. He pats his mumâs wrist, and then he pulls free to dump his duffel next to the dresser.
Sirius knocks on the doorframe, and they both jump a little. âPeteâs expecting us. Weâd better head.â
James nods, and kisses his mother on the cheek. âWe wonât be ages.â
Peterâs street looks exactly the same as James remembers, except that all the curtains are drawn on the Evans house as they pass it. Lilyâs light isnât even on.
(He threw enough rocks at her window during sixth form that heâll never forget the sight of her, in one of her dadâs old t-shirts and pants, silhouetted by the - and heâd made fun of her for this - soft pink light of her lamp.)
That window is a void space now, silent and nothing. He wonders if sheâs in there.
âHurry up, you sad fucker - if you start pining over Evans again as well, Iâm going back to London.â Itâs an empty threat, they both know it, but James looks away from the sleeping house anyway, and half jogs to catch Sirius up.
Peter hugs them both rather bodily, considering he was only in London to visit three weeks ago.
Mrs Pettigrew fusses over them for a few minutes - âMy, James, how gaunt you look - itâs that city air, Iâd bet my life on it, itâs no good for you!â - before Pete cuts her off with an exasperated mum, and leads them into the den.
âSmash?â Peter asks, and James nods his approval, and Sirius grunts in a way that seems to indicate yes.
Sirius and James fight over the only beanbagâ
(There had been two, once upon a time, then Sirius had gone through his punk phase, and the flimsy fabric had been no match for his safety pins.)
James is the victor, but that doesnât mean much, because Sirius just sits on top of him anyway while Peter turns on the PlayStation, and then Sirius says, âWhy didnât you tell mum weâre moving back?â and James is in a foul mood, just like that.
âBecause,â James says, giving Sirius a shove that leaves him sprawled unceremoniously on the floor, âif I tell her that, then Iâll have to tell her I quit my job, then sheâll ask why I quit, then Iâll have to tell her I fucking hate engineering, and that she and dad paid for a degree in it for nothing because Iâm never going to use it. And then sheâll ask what about Elenore, then Iâll have to tell her that Elenore cheated on me with a guy who looks a lot less like Harry Styles than sheâs been telling everyone he does, and sheâll get this knowing look like didnât I tell you white girls are no good for you? And I just donât want to deal with that, yet.â
âChrist,â says Peter, and hands him a controller.
Two rounds in, when Peter is changing the settings from six stock to one, because he reckons itâs more fun that way, Jamesâ phone chirps, and he gets this weird, apprehensive feeling when he sees Marlene McKinnonâs name in the notification, so he ignores it.
(Itâs a video, shared to his timeline. Heâd been young, and drunk, and in what he thought had been love, and it was the best night of his life, the night that he and Lily had lost their shit to a fucking Joy Division song at the roller disco thatâs been sans roller since 1981.)
James says, âAre the Evanses away?â
Peter goes stiff for a second, and then, âNah. Iâve seen Petunia around. The curtains have been shut since Papa Evans passed.â
âDid you go to the funeral?â
ââCourse,â Pete says. âWhole town did, just about. No-oneâs seen Lily since,â he adds, because he knows James canât bring himself to ask. âLetâs play - look, itâs sudden death, oh no donât Sirius! Donât just throw yourself off the edge, youâre spoiling it!â
Dinner is a funny affair, not in that itâs actually funny, but that itâs completely silent, which is the strange sort of funny. Euphemia keeps looking at James when she thinks he canât see, but he knows what it feels like to have his motherâs eyes on him, knows the weight of it better than anything.
âI think Iâll go to bed,â he says, when heâs only halfway through his food, because he canât stand it anymore. He hasnât been alone in a week and a half, hasnât been alone since he came home from dinner with Elenore and not-Harry Styles, hasnât been alone since Sirius climbed  into bed with him that night.
âRemus gets in tomorrow,â Sirius reminds him, and he nods as he kisses his motherâs cheek, and takes his plate to the kitchen.
He sets it down quietly, and chokes back a sob, and lets his feet carry him into the back garden. He can see the whole town from here, but suddenly he doesnât want to, so he takes off his glasses, and that solves that problem.
He lets his feet carry him further, and his fingers brush over petals, over leaves, over petals. He finds his hands full, somehow, and he lets his feet carry him further, past the back of the property, and down the hill, and out, and out, and away. He wonders when heâll stop needing to get away.
Sirius is curled up on Jamesâ bed when he gets back.
âTold Mum you were in the bath when she came to check,â he yawns when James shakes him softly. âRemember Remus gets in tomorrow.â
James stands, itching to cross the hall to Siriusâ empty bed. âI know,â he says quietly.
She intercepts him on the footpath outside her house. She looks like hell, and he wishes all of a sudden that heâd gone with Sirius to pick Remus up from the station because he doesnât want to face her alone.
âDid you leave flowers on my fatherâs grave?â she asks, and itâs almost a challenge, an accusation. He nods, meekly. âWhy?â
âBecause he was a good man, and Iâm glad I knew him, even if it wasnât as well as I,â or you, âmight have liked,â he says, and itâs the truth. He knows itâs the truth, because it makes her cry, and then somehow sheâs sobbing into his shoulder, and heâs rubbing her back, and neither of them quite remembers how they got there.
âYou werenât at the funeral,â she says, quietly. âI needed you at the funeral,â she doesnât, loudly.
He doesnât say anything, doesnât try to give her any excuses - no âI didnât knowâ (false), or âElenore would never have let meâ (true), or âI was afraidâ (truer) - and she seems relieved by that, almost.
âCome in?â she asks.
âI canât,â he says. âThe boys are all waiting at Peteâs.â
She has this half smile on - the one that always meant that she thought it was so cool that they were all so close, and loyal, and in love with each other, and she says, âCome âround tomorrow, then?â
And against his better judgement, he says, âOkay.â
She smiles softly, or, no, she looks at him softly, and maybe the smile is just a side effect. He doesnât know what to do with his hands, or his  face, or himself, so he says, âI have to go,â and goes.
âWhereâve you been?â Pete asks when James appears in the doorway to the den, and Remus stands to greet him. Sirius does not.
âRan into Evans up the street.â
âHow is she?â Remus asks.
âHow would you be?â James says, and Remus concedes that. âShe wanted me to come inside.â
âGrief sex,â Sirius says, loudly.
âMan, shut up, my mumâs here!â Peter hisses, punching Sirius in the thigh.
âPeter, youâre almost 23,â Sirius deadpans.
âWe donât all have shitty parents who donâtââ
âPete,â James warns, because heâs not in the mood to cross that line right now. âAnyway I told her I couldnât so she asked me to come over tomorrow.â
âGrief sex,â Sirius says again, quieter. The look on Peterâs face says itâs still not quiet enough.
âDo you think?â
âWell, you have a history, donât you?â
Even Remus seems to be on Siriusâ side now.
âOh come on, that was once!â
âOnce is enough,â Remus says sagely.
âOh, fuck off, then. Are we going to do something or what?â
Peter rolls his eyes and puts on Stardust.
There are seventeen IKEA candles burning in Lilyâs room when she lets him in. He counts them because she lets him in, and then sits down in her desk chair and doesnât say anything. He sits down on the edge of her bed, and they avoid looking at each other for a while.
Mrs Evans brings them tea, after what seems like an eternity of studying the blutack marks on the walls. âI guessed that you still take your tea the same way,â she says. He doesnât, but he thanks her and takes it anyway.
Lily gets up to close the door behind her mum, and then she surprises him by joining him on the bed. âHow is, um, whatâs-her-name?â
âElenore?â
âYeah, her.â
âNo idea.â
âYou broke up?â
âYeah. Itâs a long story, and not a clean one.â
âThatâs why youâre back,â she says. It isnât a question. Heâs barely seen her in four years, but she still speaks to him like she knows him, better than anyone. Better than Elenore ever did. Fuck, he thinks.
âDoesnât seem so important, in retrospect.â
She sizes him up, looks at him like she canât believe he could be this daft. âItâs important, James. Shit things donât invalidate other shit things. Thereâs more than one type of heartbreak.â
And then, because he hasnât said it, and they both need him to, âIâm sorry I couldnât come.â
âItâs okay. I mean, no, it wasnât - I was so angry with you. I was so angry right up until I say you yesterday, and then I remembered youâre just a guy, and you canât make everything better.â She takes a sip of her tea then, so he does too, just so he doesnât have to respond. He doesnât know how. âIâve missed you.â
âYou should have come to London,â he says. âTo visit.â To live.
âI could never afford it.â I could never afford it. âYouâre back now, anyway.â
âNot forever.â
âAre you going to go back, then?â
He thinks of Elenore and not-Harry Styles, and their facebook engagement announcement, and about how Elenoreâs stopped posting instagram photos from the waist down, and he says, âNo, I donât think so.â
âWhere are you gonna go, then?â she asks, and sheâs playing with the corner of her quilt, worrying at the wool like he does when he feels like the world is too much.
âDunno. Dublin, maybe. Prague, or Budapest, or I think Sirius wants to go to New York.â
âItâs like you donât want me to visit,â she jokes, or doesnât joke as she fixes him with a stare that feels like sheâs thinking about jumping out the window.
âMaybe I donât,â he jokes, or doesnât joke, and she swallows, hard. âOf course I do.â He links a finger with hers, drags her hand away from the quilt. âHey. Of course I do.â
She takes her hand back, takes an improbably large gulp of tea. Leaves her heart behind.
She puts on an episode of the IT Crowd, the street Countdown one, and they watch it without any particular emotion, and when itâs over, he leaves.
âWhat happened between you and Elenore?â Remus asks, when James has sat down, and flagged the server over, and asked for a pot of English Breakfast with soy on the side. He already has a coffee, the rude git.
âNothing good,â James says tightly.
âC'mon, James. You have to tell us eventually.â
âWhatâs there to tell?â James sighs. âShe started coming home smelling like smoke, and then she stopped drinking, and then she took me out to dinner and Ben fucking Adams was there tooââ
âBen Adams? The guy on her instagram who looks like Harry Styles?â
âHe doesnât! He doesnât look like him! In like, that one photo, kind of.â
âSore spot?â
âHe doesnât. He was there too, with his hand up her skirt, and she leans over and tells me that heâs in our relationship, tells doesnât ask. And I say, isnât this something we should discuss? And she tells me that heâs in, or Iâm out.â
âSo you were out.â
âSo I was out.â
âAlright then. And what happened between you and Lily?â
âAh,â James says. âThat.â Itâs been three days and, âI donât really know,â is still the only thing to say.
âItâll work out,â Remus says, as the waitress comes back with Jamesâ tea. âFrank Longbottomâs DJing the roller disco tonight,â he says.
âWhereâd you hear that?â James asks.
âHis floor is my ceiling. I hear everything he says.â
âI forgot about that.â The waitress puts down the pot, and his saucer, and his cup, and the little jug of milk, and he thinks that they probably went to school together now that he looks at her properly.
âSo are we going?â
âGoing where?â James asks, looking back at Remus.
âThe roller disco. Are you even listening? Like, listening to the words Iâm saying?â
James throws a sugar packet at him. âWhy would we go?â
âBecause we know Frank.â
âItâs going to be full of seventeen-year-olds.â
âYeah, but we know Frank.â
âYou already said that.â
âWe can get him to play like, actual good music. Music from this century.â
James thinks about the video on his timeline, and frowns. âYou know Sirius willâŚâ
âMake him play Gasolina seventeen times? Yes. I already foresaw that. And I decided itâs worth it.â
James stares at Remus, stares and stares, and then says, âOkay. Letâs go to the roller disco.â
He calls her on the busride home, which surprises them both. She picks up, which surprises them more. âHey,â she says.
âWeâre going to the roller disco tonight.â
âI canât,â she says.
âAlright,â he says.
âI justâŚâ
âItâs okay. Thatâs where weâll be, if you need us.â He hangs up, and heâs missed his stop, and he wants to kick a hole in a fence, any fence. What the fuck are you doing, he thinks. He flips off a garden gnome, then he flips off the one next to it. He flips off every single garden gnome the whole way home.
Sirius takes forever to get ready, and by the time he turns up to Remusâ house in holographic shorts and a mesh shirt, the sessionâs already started. Frank laughs and laughs when they walk into the roller disco, but about what exactly, they canât be sure.
(Maybe itâs just the sight of them, familiar and iconic even after four years, or maybe itâs the mesh top. Maybe itâs Peterâs flares. Maybe itâs Remus pulling a flask out from under his snapback. Maybe itâs the way James leaps up and latches onto the edge of the DJ booth to give him a quick kiss.)
Jamesâ phone buzzes halfway through I Believe In A Thing Called Love.
He picks up on the second ring. âIâm in a taxi,â she says.
âWhere are you going?â he asks.
âThe darker side of town. Will you wait for me?â
âOf course,â he says, and she hangs up. âIâm going outside,â he tells Peter, who nods, âto wait for Evans.â
âI take it Sirius is here,â is what she says as he pays the taxi driver for her, and they take a moment to feel the bass from Gasolina through the closed hall door.
âYep. C'mon.â
He takes her hand, or maybe she takes his, or maybe they meet somewhere in the middle. He pulls open the door and leads her through the dance floor, up to the DJ booth.
âI donât know what to ask for,â she shouts over a ella le gusta la gasolina.
âReally?â he shouts back, over dame mĂĄs gasolina.
She gets this look on her face, all mischief and excitement, and she ushers him back to the boys with an, âItâs a secret!â
He watches her catch Frankâs attention, and him lean down to hear her, and then Frank looks over at James as he nods, which sends a shiver down Jamesâ spine.
She takes both his hands and drags him into the middle of the dance floor, and itâs just in time, because-
âHoly shit!â he shouts, and she grins at him as she starts dancing, and itâs such an inappropriate song for the mood of the place, and some seventeen-year-old is shouting what the fuck is this, but he joins her, and everything is going wrong but theyâre so happy, and maybe he is in love with her, andâ
Love, love will tear us apart,Â
AgainÂ
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