#i need Finn and chars friendship

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What a nice crossover

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For the fandom ask meme thing can I request the whole damn alphabet or is that not very cash money of me? I’m nosy lmao I wanna know all of them!

AHDKAJSDKJAHSKDA JACK YOU’RE THE BEST

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

I’ve had my current OTP for like almost 8 years and it’s, obviously, Thoschei (Doctor/Master). My other current obsession is the Gallifrey OT4 hehehe

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

It’s funny because I didn’t ship Hannigram at first... I’d thought the idea of a cannibal having a relationship was terrifying because what if they had sex and Hannibal got hungry in the middle of the act? Lmaoooo 

But yeah they’re my endgame now. I watched the show when it first aired and I was about 14/15 years old so now you see why I thought that. Although I’m still afraid I’m gonna be reading a fic and Hannibal will suddendly bite Will’s dick off or smth AKJHSAKJSAHSASKAJ

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh Doctor/Clara. Mainly because I don’t like to ship the Doctor with companions (there may be one or two exceptions but I don’t ship them enough to actually say I ship them lol) and I don’t know I just never vibed with it

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Doctor/River. I mean, I did like it for a while years ago but now it’s just... eh. I think she has a waaay better chemistry with the 12th Doctor, but still don’t ship it. I might give it a try once I listen to the River audios but so far meh. I’m not much of a multishipper anyway.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

God. I’ve written a couple of Academy Era (focused on the Deca) crack fanfics and I still have to translate them to English. They’re pure garbage but I love them. I have a lot of fun writing crack fics because they’re easier and I can ignore whatever piece of canon I want just for the laughs

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Guess it’s Doctor Who, been here (in and out of the fandom) for over 8/9 years

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Uhhhh I think it was Han Solo and Leia, since I was a kid really. I wanted to marry both of them lol

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

I had to google what a source text is and still don’t know

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think so, but Twitter definitively has. I remember a couple years ago I was curious to see what voltron was about and watched a few episodes, it was ok, fun and cute but the fandom was so annoying I stopped watching it for good and don’t care about it enough to pick it up again

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

I had definitively forgotten about supernatural until I saw it all over my dashboard in the year of our lord 2020 lmao like in my wholock days I tried to watch the show because everyone on my dash (is it still called dashboard?) was talking about it and I watched about 8 episodes before dropping it. But seeing it again on the dash was actually a happy surprise because the memes are too funny hahaha

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

I’m extremely shy irl and on the internet as well but I wanna say that  @janeturenne is one of the best authors ever and her fanfics are a blessing in my life; also @thebraxiatelcollection who brings awesome content to my dash and is also one of the best authors. And of course, you, Jack, also one of the best authors god I’m so BLESSED

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Uhhh I guess I’m neutral about the current companions. They’re not my favorites but I don’t really dislike them - they had a lot of potential and chibs came up with some good storylines but did not develop them well in my opinion. I think Graham is a fun grandpa whom I’m going to miss when he leaves; Ryan is cool and could’ve done a lot more if the writers had kept a few things, it’d be awesome if he vlogged all of their adventures. He’s like the one I was curious to see more but sadly didn’t feel a connection; and Yaz, I hope she’ll keep growing and that her friendship with the Doctor will finally be developed to a level we can connect to her.

It sounds weird because with the fam it’s always ‘what I wish could have been’ because I never felt really connected to them :(

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

Ok... I don’t really ship Rey/Finn but I think it’s one of the sweetest ships ever, and if they ended up together I’d be happy. They love each other and are there for each other always so, yeah :D

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I don’t know if I got the question right but it’s three things I wish I saw more in my main fandom? Well, if it’s that, then, 3 things about the Doctor Who fandom: 1) people having more civilized or light-hearted discussions about things. Like, I genuinely disliked an 8th doctor audio I listened once that my friends loved, and they made fun of me and we joked about it. Also once we were in a live twitch video playing among us and discussing doctor who, and then we got into a ship “discourse” as a joke and nobody really cared and just laughed because everyone knew it’s fictional shit so why get mad over it? 2) Doctor Who has a titanic amount of content, it’s all canon but at the same time it’s not, so who cares? If you want to listen to Big Finish audios and if you can afford it, then lisiten; if you can’t, it’s okay, no one has the right to tell you you’re less of a fan. Just tell them to fuck off; 3) The best way to keep fandom alive is by creating content. Here in my local fandom we have several podcasts dedicated to all areas of the whoniverse (the show, the expanded universe, the audios, etc), those old fandom websites who do serious work to bring news to the fans, people who make subtitles for the classic series (we don’t have it available here so they do their best to make it accessible to other fans), accounts dedicated to promoting dr who fans who create content, and we even have people making their own audiodramas with dw characters and writing book-lenght fanfiction to help explain the show to people who’ve never watched it, and a great variety of things. I’ve seen a few of these things in the international fandom, mostly by older fans, so I wish younger fans about my age who have the means to make this kind of stuff would make it too. Maybe there’d be less twitter drama out there lol

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

“the killing moon” by echo & the bunnymen reminds me of thoschei. yep it was totally random

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

The fact that we don’t have a pride and prejudice AU for brax/romana yet is driving me insane

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I’ve mentioned it before but doctor/river, don’t really remember why idk I just don’t vibe with it anymore. But also because thoschei has so many different pairings in 1 ship that I don’t really feel the need to ship them with anyone else lol

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

GOD I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S SO SPECIFIC ok fellow academy era stans gather around if you have read Divided Loyalties there’s a scene where it SHOWS that Magnus had a crush on Ushas. And NO ONE HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THEM and the power couple they would’ve made. I write them into all my fanfics in hopes of making other people ship them but I’ve had no success so far

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The Master is a big fan of musicals and in the 77 years he spent on earth he watched every single one ever. I’m gonna be bold and say that when he was young, still Koschei, he was an artist, and thought about dropping everything to become an actor on Gallifrey. Time Lords do appreciate art, and have their own plays, but it’s just the same old and boring ones the young people don’t care about. The Master then created a shocking performance that was way ahead of its time and the older Time Lords were so appalled they banned him from writing and presenting plays and that’s his villain origin story

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

1) The Doctor and the Master married on Gallifrey and the entire show is just them having the most litigious divorce in the universe (still isn’t final because the Master has killed all the judges); 2) Ushas/The Rani is ace; 3) The Deca was a 10 people polyamorous relationship; 4) Romana and Livia were girlfriends at the Academy and they hate each other now because the break up was baad; 5) Romana writes fanfiction; 6) Romana/Leela had a thing in Davidia I KNOW it; 7) Leela pegs Narvin; 8) Brax has a life-size painting of Romana at his collection or a statue or smth; 9) Brax’s dream in Reborn is actually REAL and he’s married to Romana, Leela and Narvin all at the same time

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

I don’t even think I’m in 5 fandoms but

Doctor Who: The Master, The Doctor, Romana, Leela, Sarah Jane, Bill (this was the hardest thing ever)

The X-Files: Mulder, Scully, Monica, and can I add The Lone Gunmen too?

Star Wars: Leia, Obi-Wan, Finn, Poe Dameron and honorable mention to Din Djarin and Grogu

Hannibal: Hannibal, Will, Bev, Alana, Chiyoh

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

That’s hard

Doctor Who: thoschei ofc, gallifrey ot4.......... uuhh as you can see i don’t ship many pairings in the show

The X-Files: Mulder and Scully. And whatever Scully and Monica had going on because they definitively flirted

Star Wars: Poe/Finn, Han/Leia, whatever Han/Lando had going on too

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

WHATVASHAJSKAJSA ok this is a little embarassing but I don’t have a lot of kinks for many ships... I guess I have some for thoschei like, choking, whipping, blindfolds/gagging, bondage, begging, biting, sem-public, phone sex, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, etc. Alright alright I know it’s a lot but in my defense they've shown half of these on the show

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

The Master, Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Bill Potts, Martha Jones, Sarah Jane, Donna Noble, Lucie Miller. No particular order for most of them but the Master is my precious baby and I will die for this mf

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Not many, usually the people I follow are in the same fandoms as I am but I’ve seen some mutuals reblog some Hadestown stuff which is a play that I’ve never seen but definitively would because the protagonists look hot 

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES IT MEAN

it took me three hours to do this but it was fun!! thank you bb <3

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 9: The 100 2x01, The 48

Okay, settling down to rewatch 2x01, the start of my favorite season...

I love this Clarke so much. Badass Clarke, sneaky Clarke, a Clarke who will fearlessly do what she has to in order to escape and to get to her friends. A Clarke with convictions and guts.

How DO they know everyone’s names lol? Is that ever explained? (ETA: Monty was obviously the informant.)

Mount Weather is one of my favorite parts of this show, honestly. I love that their mission is in part to preserve the beautiful things humanity created, like art; they gave their prisoner Starry Night. The ORIGINAL Starry Night. I just find that very moving. All of these non-essential parts of being human... the show has abandoned them and that’s part of why it’s so hollow for me now, I think.

Level 5: where it all begins and it all ends.

The Clarke/Maya relationship could have been so much more, tbh. Like they had their good moments, like threatening to kill each other etc., but they could have gone deeper.

Surprise! Underground executive branch family dinner! This is the sort of twist I can get behind.

Haha remember when actual delinquents still existed? I joke but truly the later canon has ruined parts of this show for me.

I forgot Tristan survived into 2x01. Not for long. Such Grounder hypocrisy: “That’s one. I lost 300.” He makes it sound as if Finn marched into a village and killed 300 people--they were fucking soldiers on the attack you dum-dum.

“Only our warriors speaking English.” Well that sounds like bullshit based on literally everything we see after this point.

The statue of Lincoln is “the place we go to settle disputes.” First, please don’t say they settle disputes to the death or some nonsense, and second, that’s his namesake... Significant? I mean, objectively, no, but can I make something out of it somehow?

I disliked Luna but she COULD have been so interesting and she and Lincoln COULD have had quite a dynamic. I headcanon them as exes. I want to know their whole backstory tbh. When they met. How. If he wanted to go with her to the sea. If he did perhaps and then came back.

Drink every time someone cauterizes a wound.

You know what else they should have done? Story line about the meeting of Grounder and Sky People medicine. Oh wait that would have taken away from the repetitive war story lines never mind.

That dropship is so fucking impressive. WHERE ARE THE AWARDS FOR THE SET PEOPLE?

And the costume people for those awesome masks.

Am I supposed to feel bad for this Grounder and his charred friend? I do not. Next time, don’t attack the children for no reason and you won’t get burned to a crisp. Easy.

The thing is I can never get behind the Raven + Murphy friendship 100% even though their S5 dynamic looked interesting because he literally fucking shot her and that’s just not a bygones are bygones thing. But they do have personalities that mesh well together so in that way it’s sort of a shame. Also he 10000000000000% had a crush on her don’t even try to argue.

She fired that gun at him. I forgot that. She fired but was out of bullets, that’s the only reason he didn’t die right there. “Yeah I would have shot me too.”

I’m p. sure that’s the real Mount Weather?

I know the Mount Weather people have no leg to stand on when it comes to the Grounders and that they’re...pretty obviously racist, but in their defense--the Grounders were written to be pretty savage, so “savages,” while unforgivably racially tinged, is a fair descriptor of them.

I know I’ve harped on this before but Mount Weather has a judicial system of some sort and it’s possible to press charges there. Somehow. The world building on this show sucks balls.

“They also said you were their leader” is like some retconning, okay. Because you will not convince me that for most of S1 BELLAMY wasn’t the leader in the eyes of the delinquents.

“Kiddo.”

Fucking love Dante. Where are my Dante + Clarke mentor/mentee or ex-mentor/mentee or different-gen-rivals fics?

“We prioritize safety over sentimentality.” As Maya takes blood she absolutely doesn’t need but is having just in case and that she knows comes from someone else’s tortured body because she’s accepted this as something they do, because she’s not sentimental. But she already feels guilty.

Clarke is already using the word “capture.” I had a discussion with someone once about Clarke’s vision of Mount Weather versus, say, Jasper’s, and why it was different and I said some poorly phrased stuff that didn’t really reflect my thoughts and opinions and it still haunts me but I feel like this is...relevant to that. How she immediately feels ‘captured,’ trapped.

Clarke’s devotion to her friends and her people was still so pure and right here.

Dante really does believe he “saved” them. I wonder what his thought process was... I really hate the “savages” so I must save these children? These children look interesting, let’s meet some new friends? She’s right of course that if they were really guests, they could leave.

Multiple crash sites over 100 square miles = I should go on google maps to confirm my Pennsylvania/Farm Station theory but I’m too lazy.

GOD THOSE CLOTHES. I love that Clarke picks the pants and the high heel shiv.

There’s no way there’s actually time for natural selection to work that fast in 97 years and also I’m pretty sure the Sky People are genetically modified because their original pool was way too small for the process Dante is describing but whatever this show is all la-di-da science.

Also: this is how you run an underground Bunker OCTAVIA.

Dante was the only rival/antagonist/whatever Clarke has ever had that rivals her instincts and intelligence yeah I said it; fight me. I know she needed to be on the outside for this season to work but he should have been her mentor. He basically set her up to be mentored and then she ran off and into L who basically destroyed her and she’s never recovered.

THAT REUNION. Heartwarming. Though hard to watch too because this show did both Jasper and Monty so dirty. (Yeah I said that too WHAT OF IT.)

“Dying. Same as you.” Murphy gets all the good lines. That’s why people like him, forget this “redemption arc.”

The Grounder Raven killed was Murphy’s guard and honestly--hilarious. He abandons his post, realizes all his friends are skeletons, pickpockets one, then is shot by what he must initially assume is a dead body. Better character than almost anyone introduced from S3 on.

This cake scene is the most iconic. Jonty were scene stealers stfu. They’re children--basically. They get to act their age. They get to be happy and silly and they loved each other so much.

“Pretend like you’re happy to see me.” / “We are happy to see you.” See? Adorable. I know he’s no cinnamon roll but gosh, adorable.

And then Clarke comes in like secret espionage time and they just look so Tired TM.

I feel like Monty knew, or suspected on some level, that Jasper wasn’t just ‘bummed out’ by Clarke’s suspicions, he was panicking a little.

I can’t believe Jasper and Maya have known each other for like 10 seconds and she’s already seen his O face.

“Clarke’s the only reason we survived.” Um ex-CUSE me but I know you didn’t forget Bellamy’s existence, Jasper.

Clarke’s so smart!

Maya brings out the big guns, literally.

“I’m the one who fired the rockets. Should I not have done that?” is so heartbreaking. Mostly because of the delivery. I love this entire scene. There are like 8 different scenes I love in this episode, like whole-heartedly and truly love.

Clarke’s suspicions really do look like paranoia. Like I see what she’s picking up on, saw it even the first time I watched this ep, but there’s a sense in which she does appear irrational.

There’s actually something kinda funny about Bellamy running out with a spear in one scene, looking around blankly, and then getting chained up as a prisoner in the next scene. At least he inspired his little protege Monroe. Scenes like this are the reason she joined Pike in S3.

Tristan’s like “Who are these fucking children running at me and screaming?” Then he gets shot in the head. Goodbye Tristan you won’t be missed.

“We’re here now. Everything’s going to be okay.” This sounds like Kane playing out a hero fantasy he’s had since he was a child. Except he’s talking to two mud-stained kids who are looking at him skeptically instead of, like, a captured heroine or something.

I feel like they set up this conflict where the adults/Sky People elite come in and, like Kane says explicitly, assume they’re in charge and everyone will fall in line, but then the delinquents don’t see it that way or want that: they have their own priorities (their friends) and their own relationships (Finn and Bell don’t even LIKE each other but they’re still communicating by look) and their own knowledge (the pipes that allow them to move through the dropship camp quickly and without permission). But then... it sort of plays into the rest of the season...but not that much?? Not as much as I would like.

“You are not animals. There are rules. Laws. You are not in control here anymore.”

This show sacrificed a lot of complex relationships to just either make people buddy-buddy who had no reason to be or just arbitrarily assign relationships to scenes or episodes without regard for continuity at all.

Raven took Jasper’s goggles.... never over this.

How was bringing Octavia to TonDC faster than collecting some beetles for her to eat?

“Loss, pain, regret. Time eases these things.” I’d say this is the sort of line the show should be repeating but God when it gets a line in its teeth it never lets the fuck go so I guess it’s better this one remains pristine.

I find Dante very sympathetic but also so creepy.

They weren’t really patrolling for other people, were they? Because like...surely they would have found them. They’re at the dropship and close by. He was just bullshitting here. But why don’t they want to make even more new friends?

Dante’s stationery is presidential themed lol. Glad we stocked up the bunkers properly with the important stuff.

The crashed Alpha Station is beautiful. I believe this was the first time it was shown on the show? Ugh, this whole sequence with the music, it’s perfect and so touching.

Jaha is the most tragic and heartbreaking figure on this show. He also doesn’t get the appreciation he deserves. Just...the image of a man alone in space, talking to his loved ones, hoping they can hear them, not knowing if they can... I almost can’t handle it. I used to be very unsure if I liked where his story line went after this (seeing it in its entirety, I defend it) but surely he could not have died this way.

....I really gotta sleep now.

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— bubblegum pink. + finn bálor [1]

→ request: ― just a small thing I did!!

→ word count: 4,544

→ content warnings: FLUFFY!FINN. alcohol mention (and use). some swearing. shitty ending. I guess that’s it.

→ note: this is finally done. my suffering is goddamn over. but I’m really somehow proud of this so I hope you all like it! shoutout to some of my friends on Quotev who have seen my work and have complimented it. I’m trying to tackle on more of the wrestler’s head in here instead of the usual where I focus on the reader’s mind, so this may look 100% shitty but i tried ok :’) enough babbling, i really hope you enjoy this!!

→ tag list: @rxvolutionvries, @danbanks35, @trulydarcy

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She walked into the sweaty place with the air bouncing off of her, like a halo was on the top of her messy head and every step she took with her stilettos were worth dying for. He’s the only sober one out of his group, as much as it sounded embarrassing to admit. He never really was the kind who got too wild in parties anyway.

The night after a Takeover is where all the stress and the adrenaline and the tension go with the wind. Where all victories were celebrated on the dancefloor and all the losses were coped in by downing tequila shots and being encouraged by strangers to order the strangest and most expensive drink there is in the bar. Honestly, Finn is still unaware why he’s here in the first place even though being only three hours in into the sweaty ‘fun’. In all honesty he could have been reading a good book right now or just enjoying the small quiet his hotel room reserved or listening to the soft buzzing of the busy street below.

After-night parties were never his thing. He didn’t like how sweaty people would sit next to him and how disgustingly hot their breaths were— it’s understandable that they were being wild and incredulously lewd, but, maybe they can stay away from him and find another shoulder to cry on about how their ex dumped them in front of hundreds of people in the community mall? He just didn’t like being in bars. He’d rather be anywhere but here, really.

Charlotte just had to pick a karaoke bar. Of all bars in this damned place. Now Sami is drunkenly singing “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion with an also drunk Shinsuke providing backup vocals, or so he said. They really weren’t singing, they were just slurring over their words in a horrible attempt to sing. They were hitting the high notes with a couple of voice cracks here and there and Finn swore he went deaf for a second. He was simply staring out of the window of their booth, completely bored and sober and looking at random people with his chin set on the leather cushion when she walked over to the counter and reserved a booth for her and her friends, who were already in the mood to hit the high notes and cause people their eardrums, by the looks in their eyes as they stared at the booths.

A happy glint in her eyes. Air bouncing off of her. A halo on top of her messy head. Each step worth dying for. Bubblegum pink dress gleaming under the soft boom of music and the buzz of lights. Bubblegum pink.

He felt the cushion weigh next to him and saw Charlotte’s blonde head look out the window, too, a goofy grin on her face. “Who are you looking at, my chum pal friend?” she whispered excitedly, as though they were children talking about their crushes in front of their parents. Finn chuckled at her. Obviously she’s drunk— who’d use ‘chum’, ‘pal’, and ‘friend’ all in one sentence? Drunk Charlotte, apparently. “Does my little Finnegan have a crush on a particular someone?”

“She’s not my crush, Char,” Finn rolled his eyes at her, moving his gaze away from the bubblegum pink girl. “Just… she’s kinda cute?”

“Kinda?” Charlotte blurted, as though he said something punishable by death. “Are you fucking blind? Look at her. Don’t give me the ‘she’s kinda cute’ treatment.” She shook her glass and took a sip. “Many men have said that. Many of them are actually in love with the girl. Is ‘she kinda cute’? I don’t think so. If that’s called being kinda cute then the whole damn women’s division here is kinda cute.” She grinned at him again and gave him a subtle wink that made him smile slightly. “Talk to her. Buy her a drink. Maybe make some new acquaintances tonight? You’re gonna be friendless really soon.”

She stood up and walked over to the ‘fun’ and left him with her ringing words. Drunk Charlotte. Why in the fuck would he listen to a drunk Charlotte? Last time he listened to a drunk Charlotte, he almost got his tongue stuck in a shot glass because she said ‘you could get the lime at the bottom’. He was young and naïve and new to the aspects of NXT and victory parties. He learned his lesson then— don’t listen to drunk people. They’re drunk. (Well… duh. Obviously.) They’re practically saying nonsense. Slurred words are not to be taken seriously.

Maybe Charlotte isn’t saying nonsense this time. Maybe he should really talk to her.

Tongue almost got stuck in a shot glass, Bálor. Keep your head in.

He needed new friends.

Fine. Drunk Charlotte won. He’ll be giving her five dollars tomorrow if this night ended well.

Finn finally stood up. It was the only time he stood up this night, unless you counted going to the bathroom to wash his hands every damn thirty minutes and escape the murder of his eardrums. He walked slowly out of the booth, his damned co-workers cheering for him as he made his grand exit— Charlotte might’ve filled them up with the situation already. But it didn’t really matter. How much will they remember in the morning anyway, when their heads are pounding and memories are fuzzy?

He made his way towards her after she talked with the receptionist. Her friends gave him these strange looks like Finn did something wrong— well, not technically. He’s been given these looks like he’s about to do the worst, punishable-by-death kind of thing in his life. He cleared his throat, meaning to actually clear his throat, not to snap the girl’s attention to him. His friends rolled their eyes.

Good job on a first impression, Finn.

He read somewhere while scrolling in Facebook that good first impressions can lead to a good relationship— so in this case, if he and this bubblegum pink girl hit it off and had a friendship, it wouldn’t be so good. He’s not sure, for all he knew the article could have been just another bullshit story in the internet.

Not really sure.

Fuck it anyway.

“Oh, hey,” the girl said, grinning kindly at him.

Angelic voice. Dashing grin. Kind personality. Marry me.

“Hi,” Finn said stupidly, and he mentally slapped himself. He stuck his hand out and she shook it. “I’m Finn. And you are…?”

“(Y/N).”

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he said, and internally groaned for his cheesiness. He’s notoriously known for being the cheesy pick-up liner. His co-workers wouldn’t let him live this down if they ever knew. “I saw you from my booth. You look really lovely.”

“Oh, thank you very much!” (Y/N) answered, smiling from ear to ear at the compliment. “You look very lovely yourself, Finn.” Noticing that she still had friends who were waiting for the booth number, she looked over her shoulder and coughed nervously, “Booth 109. Right around the corner. Can you guys wait for me there?”

With sighs of relief and a few nods, they walked away. One of them, who had a small voice, shouted over her shoulder, “Get laid, (Y/N)!” before turning the corner and disappearing.

“They hate me,” said (Y/N) deprecatingly, later grinning up at him.

“I’m sure they don’t,” Finn assured, giving her a small smile, “you look like someone who’s hard to hate.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, after how many times I said I didn’t wanna go here in the first place,” smiled (Y/N), leaning against the wall. “I mean, it’s just… really noisy and sweaty here? I get the point that you really should be loud here but… I really didn’t want to go.”

Laughing, Finn said, “Same situation with my friends. Is there a celebratory party going on?”

“Yup. Promotion, kinda. One of them has a stable job or some shit. You?”

“Victory and loser party. I hate it there.”

(Y/N) giggled. Snorting, she said, “Victory and loser party? That’s new. I want to try and throw a party like that one of these days.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as he chuckled softly, “my friends and I are wrestlers, you see. The winners from the pay-per-view earlier are gonna be the ones who treat the losers with drinks. Losers pay for the karaoke— but they’re the ones who use it anyway.”

“And how about you? Are you a loser or a winner?”

“Winner,” he grinned.

“Ah, parties…” (Y/N) sighed, resting her head against the cold cement. “I dressed up like this when I really thought about ditching on them.”

They looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces before finally falling into a fit of laughter. Spluttering yet another laugh, Finn said, “Well, I was about to ask you out for a drink but seeing as we both hate it here…”

“Let’s ditch on our friends. I don’t give a fuck about Henry’s emotional speech about his promotion anyway,” she shrugged, walking towards the exit, “and you don’t give a fuck about your victory and loser party.”

And so, they ditched on their friends with suppressed giggles. They ran around Brooklyn in a haste— it was late at night, no one would be really bothered by them, and no one would bother them. It’s just him, her, and the moon that night. Nothing else. It’s just their pounding hearts inside their chests and their pride worn across their chests. Nothing else. Just two sober strangers making jokes and being close to each other. Nothing else. It’s just a black buttoned-up man and a bubblegum pink woman.

Nothing else.

Their close ‘relationship’, it wasn’t anything strange. Or weird. Or misplaced. In a world like this, like theirs— this kind of love is a normal, acceptable, placed thing. Not anything to be judged at. Nor to be looked down upon.

They settled down in a bench near an almost empty McDonald’s. It was late. So late. But the moon still shone as bright as the sun did, their skin gleaming with her peppered kisses of moonlight. But the cars still buzzed as strong as lightning. But their hearts were still pounding loudly in their ribcages.

Her hair’s in a ponytail now, with tiny wisps escaping out of the elastic band. Her dress is still satin and lace and bubblegum pink and shone under the moonlight. She was holding the bottle of vodka in her hand, laughing slightly as she took it out of the paper bag. “Have you ever drank alcohol while being with a stranger before?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I haven’t, but I’d like to try, m'lady,” Finn said sarcastically, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. She rolled her eyes, hit him on the arm, cranked open the bottle, and took a deep drink before handing the alcohol to him. “Have you?” he asked, after taking a drink and they stayed in silence, just watching teenagers stumble their way through their drunkenness and to their homes with bleeding knuckles.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever been drunk with a stranger before?”

“No. But I’m about to.”

“Yeah,” murmured Finn, taking another drink before passing her the bottle and she did the same. “Brooklyn is really pretty at nighttime.” He softly groaned as he sat back and watched the soft city. She looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed in a joking matter as she smiled at him suggestively.

Laughing softly, she said, “Yup” and took another drink before passing the bottle back to him— it’s kind of a cycle. Take two drinks and then give the bottle to the person next to you. “See those skyscrapers over there?” she pointed somewhere far. Behind all the trees and the bars and the empty McDonald’s. Behind all of those, there were mighty skyscrapers standing tall and chivalrous. Built by a person’s hand. How odd. “I want to be like them.”

“You wanna be tall and might?” Finn said jokingly, smiling when she giggled.

“Yup, I want to be tall and might like the skyscrapers, Bálor,” answered (Y/N) sarcastically, looking behind her shoulder and giving him a sharp wink. Luckily the ‘Open 24/7’ neon sign that McDonald’s had was slowly faltering, if it hadn’t been for that she could have seen Finn’s heated cheeks.

“But, no, really.” She sounded more serious now. More formal. “I wanna be like them because I want to look untouchable. Invincible. People can never say bad things to skyscrapers. I want to be like them because I’m exhausted of my unstable life. Fired here, fired there— I’m trying as hard as I can to have a job. Really. It might not look like it but I really am trying. Then I have to see my friends be successful while I’m here trying to be happy for them. I can’t stand to see another promotion party. I can’t stand being completely vulnerable to people’s talk at me.”

Drunk. Slurred words. Droopy eyes. Weird hand gestures.

“I’m not drunk, by the way,” (Y/N) said all of a sudden. She took the bottle in his hands and took another drink. “I’m just… babbling. Haven’t been really able to speak my mind for a couple of days. But it’s kinda strange, isn’t it? I’m jealous of skyscrapers and that probably doesn’t even make any sense right now.”

Finn scoffed playfully. “Oh, so of all things you said to me, you think the strange thing is you’re jealous of skyscrapers but not the fact that you’re practically ranting to a person you barely know?”

“I know you. I know you’re a nerd for almost everything. I know you like convenience store-brand vodka.” She shrugged at that, a goofy grin settling on her face as he stopped staring at the bottle in her hands and started looking at her in disbelief. “But anyways, you’re drunk, right?”

They looked at each other for a moment before grinning. “We’re sober adults, you and me both, (Y/N).”

“You’re right, you’re right,” she said, throwing her hands in the air as a I-give-up kind of gesture. “Wanna wander aimlessly for a little while? Our friends will start to worry in like, a few hours, anyway.”

“More like your friends,” Finn grinned. “Mine are drunk and most probably still singing their fucking hearts out.”

(Y/N) put a hand over her chest, as though she was offended over something he had said. “I did not take you for someone who use swear words. I thought you were a good, innocent boy.”

“I’m not that innocent.”

“Oh, baby, I know,” she gave him a playful wink and they both snickered. Both of them had heated cheeks, Finn’s from her wink and her suggestive remark and (Y/N)’s from the vodka.

“I’ll get you for that.”

“Oh, sure. Race me to the heart of that park over there.” Her pointer finger was aimed at a park a good block away from them. “If you win, I’ll give you my number. If I win, you’ll treat me to McDonald’s. I guess, if we both win you’ll have my number, and I’ll have my McDonald’s.”

And at that, she stood up and began to run down the street. She threw her arms in the air again and screamed out a loud “Fuck!” and continued to run before Finn realized what was happening and decided to get up and follow her— without a care for incoming cars. They were getting tipsy, and now, at this time, cars only dragged along the road every few hours. And now, at this point, they didn’t really care.

What was happening: he’s racing a girl he barely knows. He’s going to treat her to McDonald’s if he lost.

His reward: her number.

The air felt strangely warm. Warm as in the country summers and the apple-picking weeks. Warm as in the sunny days in the beach. It felt foggy. Thick. Every step he took, it felt like parting the atmosphere between them and the bubblegum pink. Every step he took, he felt younger and younger.

He had never been with someone who made him feel young and whole again— who didn’t make him feel like he was obligated to act mature in a completely non-rational situation. She made him feel the opposite. She made him feel like he was meant to do something more in life than travel around the world and do a couple of dropkicks here and there and wrestle his heart out, like he was meant to have space for his heart other than wrestling.

Each step she took, the air radiates off of her. The halo on top of her messy head is glowing as bright as it did hours earlier, when she was sober and acting self-deprecatingly. The ecstasy in her eyes— it never went away permanently. It did, for a moment— when she was talking about skyscrapers. But it never did die. It just… disappeared but stayed there, waiting for a moment to shine in the darkness.

When they both saw multiple gleaming streetlights planted on the dirt, they knew they were nearing their destination. The air is still foggy, thick, parting, warm like the apple-picking weeks. Their steps are in a haste, desperate to get their rewards. (Not him—not that much anyway.) Their hearts are pounding against their chests as loud as a beating drum in noisy parades. Their minds are fogged with nothing but white noise and alcohol filling empty cracks that never needed to be filled.

Finally they entered the mighty gate. The park is still open, even at this time of night. The gravel crunched underneath their feet as they increased speed. Their hands were balled into fists so tight to the point that their knuckles turned white.

“I’m going to get my French fries, motherfucker.”

Her laughter filled the void that even the quiet of his hotel rooms couldn’t. Her smile brought the light he thought he never needed. She— she made him feel something he never thought he would feel. Something he thought he never needed.

“I’m going to get your fucking number.”

It really can’t be.

“We’ll see about that!”

He can ignore it. He’s tipsy. She’s tipsy.

“You can’t fucking beat me!”

The world is practically amazing right now. It’s not true.

Heels scratching on dirt. An arm hitting a pebble. They laid on the ground, both silent except from their soft gasps of breath. Finn smiled.

He. Is. Drunk. He shouldn’t be feeling this way.

The sky, a light swirl of lilacs and blues and pinks now instead of deep blue with stars like diamonds, was spinning. Their heads were pounding and she was still holding the bottle in her hand.

But if she says another word. If she smiles another smile. If he feels young again.

“Fuck.” He was breathing heavily.

Then he’ll admit it. He’ll let himself feel it.

“I never felt that kind of adrenaline since I was a kid.” And with that, (Y/N) sat up. She was smiling at him. And her face is a masterpiece. A painting of some kind. Her emotions were the watercolor that would spread. And as she drunk the vodka again, the beverage stood as her eraser. It removed all her emotions. It removed all the paint on her face. Washed her with a warm cloth. It removed all flaws until her face is bare. Until her face is like a boring, old canvas, waiting to taste some kind of pain, some kind of unbearable serenity, some kind of recklessness.

He swooned. He felt young. He felt like the world, somehow… it mattered. It didn’t spin, it didn’t feel like it made no sense anymore. The way she smiles, the way she talks and the way she was afraid to show her emotion. It made him feel like the world isn’t doing cartwheels anymore, it made him feel like the world finally made sense. He felt a tremble in his chest, a pounding against his ribcage, a small switch flick in his brain. He felt all levels of weirdness. He can’t feel his legs.

Fuck it then. He’s in love.

Not with the city. Not with the sky. Not with the soft grass pressed against his back. Not with the convenience store-brand vodka. But with how her lips curved into a small smug smile, how her laugh echoed in his head as a soft melody, how she filled every corner with her radiating air. With how the halo on top of her head glowed as bright as ever. With how her face looked like a painting, alcohol serving as her destroyer. With how desperate she is to get treated to a McDonald’s that she almost broke her ankle in the process. With how the world seemed so amazing, so pure, so meaningful— sober or not—because of her. With how the bubblegum pink dress gleamed with every move she made. He’s in love. With her.

Does that make sense? Is that acceptable? Is it okay to fall in love?

So many questions. But there’s only one answer. He doesn’t want to know. He just wants to savour this moment, fall in love with someone who he’ll lose soon, get drunk with someone who’s going to lose him, too.

“We should go and get your well-deserved McDonald’s then,” Finn rasped, offering a small wink that made her cheeks blush. “Are you sure your ankle is okay?”

“I’m fine, I don’t need a piggyback ride or anything,” joked (Y/N), which made him roll his eyes and stand up. She stood up, too, after being offered a hand. “But,” she started, as they calmly walked back to the bench and the almost empty McDonald’s and the lamppost, “I don’t mind a piggyback ride from you, seeing how well-built the mighty Finn Bálor is.”

“I promise you a piggyback ride soon.”

“Pssh. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“Stop making promises you never really intend to keep.”

Finn looked at her with a bewildered expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I have that habit of making promises. I also have that habit of keeping them.”

“People can’t promise you anything.”

“I think, in all thirty-four years I’ve lived through, I’ve picked that up already.”

(Y/N) laughed a glorious laugh. Smiled another light smile. “I guess.” As they both stepped inside the McDonald’s, the smell of cooking meat overwhelmed them. “Apple pie and fries?”

“Apple pie and fries.”

And now they’re back in the park again, sitting on the soft grass with their legs crossed. They looked like children, hungry and lost. They were washing fries down with vodka and choking on their words. She didn’t mind sharing. She didn’t mind him lying down on the grass while he finished the rest of the vodka. She didn’t mind how she opened up about her past relationships. She didn’t mind opening up to him like a book waiting to be read.

“So, that’s the story of how my foot got stuck in a wall.”

“Why kick it in the first place?” Finn laughed, and she shrugged playfully as she clapped the salt off of her fingers. He looked up to the sky. It’s early. 5 AM. He has to leave soon. “We should head back. Our friends might be looking for us.”

“Oh, y—” Her ringtone hit. She fished for her phone in her purse and laughed.

“What is it?” Instead of giving him a verbal reply, (Y/N) turned her phone and made him read the reason why she laughed. Two text messages from Henry, the guy who got promoted.

HENRY — (Y/N), where the actual fuck are you? Aria is drunk off of her ass and had already puked on Oliver’s sweatshirt. (Sent: 5:02 AM)

HENRY — Update on Aria: Slightly sober. Threw up again when Oliver suggested getting seafood. (Sent: 5:03 AM)

“Speaking of friends.” She grinned devilishly and locked her phone. Picking up the plastic bag of McDonald’s on the grass, she smiled at him. They walked back to the bench, to the empty McDonald’s, the skyscrapers. They felt exhausted, like any second they can collapse. Every inch of their bodies are tensed to the point that every move hurt.

The karaoke bar with its shining neon sign and vibrations came to view once they rounded the corner, both engulfed with silence. “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispered, grabbing Finn so they were hidden from Henry and his pack. “Thank you so fucking much. This is the best night of my life. Or morning. Whatever.” They both suppressed a snicker. “Give me your phone.” And so he did, gave her his phone unlocked, not even asking why. After a few seconds, she handed his phone back to him. “There’s my number.”

And suddenly, a shout of, “(Y/N), I know you’re there!” interrupted Finn’s mixed feelings and the small flip his stomach did.

“It’s Henry,” she whispered. “I got to go.”

Before she turned the corner again, (Y/N) grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips firmly against his. The force of it so strong that it almost knocked Finn over. The flip his stomach did repeated, the mixed feelings weren’t so mixed. He only felt one thing and the space in his heart got filled, finally.

He’s in love. He’s not terrified. He’s not doubtful. Only hopelessly in love.

“For so many hours, you made me want to do that to you,” (Y/N) confessed, after pulling away. And there she goes again. Spilling her heart out without a care. He admired that. “And you know what’s crazy? I’m in love with you.”

I’m. In. Love. With. You. Five words that made Finn’s mind explode.

“It’s not crazy.” And that’s true. “Love is love.”

“I guess so.” And with that, she leaned in again and kissed him. Eager but passionate. Soft but rough at the edges. Sweet but poisonous. It felt like the kiss is somehow making him feel everything she felt a few hours ago. Like she was transferring her own emotions, her watercolors, to him— emotionless, a boring, old canvas.

She pulled away. The flow of emotions stopped and he was no longer a watercolor painting, no longer a masterpiece created by her calloused hands and bruised knuckles and fingertips. Winking at him, she backed away slowly. To the road. Away from their fire. Away from their beacon. Away from him.

And with that, the sky turned lilac and bright orange and the sun balanced on the horizon. Birds were flying. The people are awake, ready to start their busy city life once more. The dark yellow cab was waiting for her and the promoted-stable-life Henry and the drunk Aria and Oliver with the puked-on sweatshirt. It was morning.

Her dress swished side to side when she made each step, the satin and lace gleaming under the sunlight. The halo on her head is still glowing, more iridescent as ever. Each step carried a weight that even the cement can’t handle. Each step, the air radiated off of her. And the bubblegum pink dress. Everything had a change of heart but it stayed there. Glowing. Radiating. Still satin and lace.

Still bubblegum pink.

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SHE'S NOT YOU - Ch.5

A/N: I can already see the angry mob coming to hunt my ass down when they finish reading this! #youstillloveme your questions will get answered shortly… Very, Very shortly actually. So until then enjoy this kinda-filler chapter, that stars the lovely Iz, Archie and Chopper :)

As always ignore all the poor editing!!!

– CHAPTER FIVE: UNEXPECTED REUNIONS –

RAE POV:

“This was a mistake!”

“What?” Finn turned to me; assessing my panic.

“I said this was a mistake! How could I do this!” I was on my feet in seconds. I didn’t care that my thighs were coated with his cum, or that I was running around the room naked whilst I looked for my dressing gown.

“This wasn’t a mistake” Finn corrected. He had finally caught me when I stopped to wrap the silk material around my sweaty body.

“How could you say that Finn! I cheated on Greg, and you cheated on Olivia! Fuck Finn! I can’t beleive I just did that… You! You need to leave!”

I pulled hastily out of his grip and moved towards the ensuite. I needed a shower desperately. Finn still remained naked standing in the middle of my bedroom, his eyes pleaded with me but I didn’t look at him directly.

“You need to leave!” I cried then slammed the bathroom door closed.

“We need to talk about this Rae! But I’ll respect your need to be alone. I’ll be back. No more running, I want answers…” I heard Finn speak though the door. I didn’t know how long I stood there as I waited for him to leave, but after a few minutes I slid down the door.

I couldn’t move from the spot, my body didn’t allow me. My sobs were loud, but not as loud as the sound of my heart breaking all over again.

–

FINN POV:

I didn’t want to leave Rae alone tonight, but I had too. I knew the longer I stuck around the more likely it would be that she would have a panic attack. I couldn’t do that too her, and I surely couldn’t ask her questions tonight about our failed marriage. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

I was lucky that I decided to drive myself too Rae’s house instead of using my driver. I didn’t know it would turn into what it did, but I was glad not cause suspicion within my staff.

By the time I arrived back to my pent house I was a mess, my clothes were in shambles, my hair sweaty. I didn’t know how I was going to explain myself to Olivia, I just hoped she wasn’t home for once.

“Where the hell have you been Finn!” She shrieked the moment my shoe stepped over the threshold.

“.. And why do you look like that! What the fuck happened!”

‘Yeah Finn… what the fuck just happened’ i humored myself.

“I got into a stupid argument with Rae, Ohkay! I went to the park to calm myself before coming home. So just leave it Liv because I’m not in the mood”. The lie was obvious. But I really didn’t care.

I tried I move past her, but her perfectly manicured claw grabbed onto my arm. Surely she could smell the sex radiating me. Either that or she thought I might of got into a scuffle with a horny fucking homeless man over my gold watch that I left at Rae’s house, fuck!

“Baby you should of just came home. I could of made you feel better” she purred.

“I’m not in the mood Liv. I just want to go to sleep” I shrugged her off me and proceeded to walk to the bedroom.

“You never want to have sex anymore! You haven’t fucked me in over 3 weeks Finn! It’s either work or your kids! Never me, I never get any of your attention. They always get in the way of our relationship and you let them” she huffed following me to the bedroom.

“They are my kids Liv of course they are going to come first! You see me everyday, at work, at home! I see them every second weekend and after school twice a fucking week!”

I stripped off my clothes and walked into the bathroom to have a shower; Wash the evidence off my body.

“I want kids too Finn! Remember that when you finally propose and after we are married I want to start a family, just us” she continued to speak and the words sounded like acid. She has been hinting for the last year she wanted to be married to me, and I had continued to ignore her. I didn’t want that type of commitment with her, or with anyone else that wasn’t Rae. I had it once and it broke me, my heart wasn’t healed and I don’t think it ever would be again.

And kids, I knew Olivia was lying. She never wanted kids. I saw the way she turned her nose up at ever baby that was in her eye sight. She was on 2 forms of birth control just to prevent it, not that I cared. I hadn’t dared to have sex with her without a condom, even if she was on the pill. I didn’t want more children, she knew that.

“Olivia enough!” I yelled turning to face her ridged figure, “my kids will always come first. Even if we did get married it will never be just us”.

I slammed the door and made my way towards the shower. Within a matter of minutes the room was full of steam and my body was relaxing underneath the spray of hot water.

I needed to talk with Rae, i needed to see her again. I needed to know why she left.

—-

RAE POV:

“Jesus Rae! What were you thinking”

I had just sat my best friend down in the nook she calls an office, at the back of her bakery. I felt horrible having to explain the glory details of my magical sex romp with Finn the night before on a Wednesday afternoon.

The truth was, we had our own lives to attend too. We were working adults in the big Apple, the kids kept me busy and Izzy had a bakery to run. We talked every day on the phone and slotted ourselves into each other’s schedule once a week. But this was visit number two this week, and I needed my best friend.

Izzy’s shock quickly wavered, I could see the empathy light up in her eyes.

“Do you still love him?”

“Of course not Iz! It was a stupid mistake that I will never make ag-”.

Izzy interrupted. “Rachel! Don’t lie to me! Remember who your talking too!”

Of course she could see the blatant lie on my face. This was why she was my best friend, twenty-five beautiful years of friendship. And not one secret untold.

“Come on Iz he was my husband, the father to my children. I’m always going to have love for him…”

“He hurt you”.

I signed. She has seen us through our entire relationship, she was there holding my hand every night for two months whilst I mourned the loss of my husband. She will never forgive him, but she respects him as a father. She knows how much Finn loves his children, and for that she will tolerate him.

“I’m not going to get hurt again Izzy, it was a silly mistake”.

“You need to talk to him about this though”.

“WHAT! No don’t be stupid! This is getting buried in the 'don’t you dare fucking dig that up’ section. I’m not embarrassing myself anymore in front of my ex-husband”.

“So you’re going to walk around like nothing happened? Ignore him… Rae, are you going to tell Gregory?”

“I can’t tell Greg. I don’t want to hurt him, I can’t do that to him Iz. He’s been so good to me, and the kids” I sobbed. Izzy got up from her seat and kneeled next to me.

“This is going to eat you alive Rae. I’m not going to force you to do the right thing, but you need to think about it. Talk to Finn, and Gregory”.

I pulled her into a tight hug, I knew she was right, but I couldn’t give her an answer just yet.

I knew Finn would be at my door step soon wanting to talk. He never could just let things go and forget about them, maybe that’s why he is such a ruthless business man.

My phone tinged and I broke the hug. Pulling out the mobile, I read the text message.

G: Hi honey, sorry I’ve been so distant lately. Work has been kicking my ass, but I want to make it upto you. Tonight I’ve book a table for us, the kids included. I need to spoil my princess. What do you say? Xx

My body was racked with guilt. How could I have dinner with my boyfriend the night after I screwed my ex-husband?

R: Where? X

I simply replied, ignoring the fact that Izzy was intently staring at me.

G: The Rainbow Room. I’ll pick you and the kids up at 6pm. I can’t wait to see you xx

R: Ohkay sounds good. See you then xx

“What’s going on Rae? Why are you so tense?”

“The kids and I are going to Dinner tonight with Gregory.. And I don’t know how to face him”.

–

It was now 5.45pm, the kids were in their best attire (Joshua in a navy blue suit and Ruby in a beautiful pink dress). I was currently in my room fixing my dress, and trying not to panic. Which were both unsuccessful.

I had on my beautiful Alexander McQueen v-neck ruffled cocktail dress; that my mother had gotten me for my 30th birthday a few years back. It showed sex appeal but not overly sexy, after all I was going out with the kids. I paired it with black pumps and a red hand bagged; that was stuffed full of the essentials. My brunette hair was curled, and my makeup simple.

The door bell rung at exactly 6pm, I headed straight towards the door before the kids decided they would open it.

Gregory was standing before me in an immaculately tailored grey suit, in his hand was a rose. He swiftly applied a kiss upon my lips before I even had the opertunity to greet him.

“Well don’t you look wonderful!” He appraised me from head to toe, a smile curled his lips.

“Thank you, you look very handsome yourself” I thanked, “let me go get the kids and we will be on our way”.

I rounded up Joshua and Ruby quickly and headed towards the sleek black limousine that waiting for us. We talked about quietly on the ride to the restaurant, nothing personal just useless information. 

-

“Hello, welcome to the rainbow room. Do you have a reservation?” The hostess asked the moment we arrived.

“Table for four under Silvan, thank you” Gregory smiled.

“Certainly sir, this way please”.

We were seated in front of the window overseeing the Manhattan skyline. It was breath taking, I had only been here a handful of times, most of them being in the private dinning room with Finn.

“Here are your menus for this evening. Our special today is the Skuna Bay Salmon on a bed of char-grilled vegetables with a minted pesto sauce. Would you like to order your drinks now?”

“Yes, can I please get a bottle of your finest wine for my girlfriend and I” Gregory spoke in his Australian accent, “darling, what would the kids like to drink?” He turned to me and asked.

“Umm- just water please” I replied, nothing on the drinks menu look kid friendly. Unless I wanted to dope them up on sugar.

“Certainly. Your waiter will be over with your drink shortly. Until then, please enjoy your night” she said politely, then hurried back over to the front podium after taking our ticket to the bar.

The night was going great, Joshua and Ruby remained well behaved whilst they enjoyed their fish and chips. I had kept conversation with Gregory light and playful, even though inside I was racked with guilt. The night was going perfect. I knew sooner or later something would go wrong, I just didn’t expect it to bite me on the ass so quickly.

“Daddy!” The kids chanted. I looked towards the entrance to see none other then my ex-husband standing there with his arm wrapped tightly around Olivia. What I was not expecting was Archie and Chop to be standing right behind them. 

Finn’s brother and I had been as close as anything during my relationship with Finn, his husband Ben was a lovable oaf and I wondered where he was tonight. To the left was Finn’s best friend, and Izzy’s ex-boyfriend Arnold. But you didnt dare call him that, he was known by his stupid nickname Chop. I hadn’t spoken, nor seen them both since my divorce, after changing my number and not allowing visitors into my office. I had blocked out Finn’s side of the family and friends, it just hurt too much.

Archie had broke away from their group and strode towards the table. I gulped in anticipation.

“Rae” he breathed. I wasn’t expecting the smile that illuminated his face, but I welcomed it.

“Rae, it’s been awhile” I rose from my seat and allowed him to pull me into his arms.

“I understand why you did what you did when you left Finn” he whispered in my ear, “But I wish you hadn’t. I miss you”.

“I miss you too Arch”.

We pulled apart seconds later, he said hello to Gregory who nodded in response then bent down to give Joshua and Ruby a kiss on the cheek.

“Where’s Sophie Uncle Archie?” Ruby asked shyly.

“Well Sophie is at home my little munchkins. Uncle Ben wasn’t feeling well, and Sophie didn’t want to leave her daddy all by himself” Archie replied stroking my daughters hair.

“Awwwww.. I really wanted to see her”.

“Maybe your mom would like to come around within the next few days so you can see her”.

I hesitated. Archie looked straight into my eyes when he spoke; almost pleading that I would say yes.

“Mommy can we! Can we go see Uncle Ben and Sophie?” Ruby bounced in her chair, completely oblivious to the awkward tension.

“Yes darling, we can do that” I smiled.

I hadn’t noticed that Finn, Olivia and Chop were also standing behind Archie til I heard Olivia speak.

“Hello Gregory, pleasure to see you again”.

Gregory looked uncomfortable with the sudden attention he was getting. I looked at him in confusion, I didn’t even know he knew that bitch.

“Uh- you too Olivia” he gulped, swallowing deeply. He gave me a look that said 'I’ll tell you later’, then took a large swig of his wine.

“Rae” Finn nodded, staring at me intently, then towards Gregory. His body going ridged.

“Hello Finn, Chop” I smiled to Chop, purposely ignoring Olivia, who moved closer to my ex-husband.

“Hi Rae-Rae, how have you been?” Chop asked. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hold. He had been like a brother to me for many years. So this felt odd.

“I’ve been great” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Well we need to go to our table now” Olivia interrupted. Why did she even have to be here. Bad enough Gregory was sitting across from me playing with his wine glass, it didn’t help I had Finn’s Girlfriend sneering at me.

“Soon enough Liv” Finn hissed.

“We will loose our table Finny, plus I feel uncomfortable to be around your ex-wife”.

“Oh please Olivia! They wont give away our table and you know that. Plus you don’t have to be here. You can wait for us at the table if your so worried” Archie spat, glaring at the women.

“Archie please, not in front of my children” Finn growled lowly.

Olivia smiled smuggly towards me. She wouldn’t be smiling if she knew what her boyfriend was doing to me last night. Damn it Rae, do not think about it.

Archie and Chop said goodbye to both the kids and I, even Gregory. Olivia ignored everyone, including my children who honestly didn’t mind and walked towards their table. Finn hugged and kissed the kids goodbye, promising to see then tomorrow after school.

“Rae, can I speak to you for a second?” His was voice void of emotion.

I looked to Gregory, who was still playing with his wine glass glancing towards Finn’s table.

“Um.. Sure” gulping down the last of my wine. I told Greg, Ruby and Joshua that I would be back soon and followed Finn towards a private hallway.

“How are you?” Is he serious right now?

“Oh just great Finn! I don’t feel guilty at all” I scoffed; sending him an intense glare.

Finn’s face relaxed. “Good, because I really don’t like the gu-”.

“Fuck Finn I was being sarcastic! I feel sick to my stomach about this, unlike you I’m not good at this cheating thing!”

“Wha-”

“God Finn! Just stop talking about it. It was a big mistake, it should never of happened. So can you just leave me alone. I don’t nee-”

“Will you stop interrupting me!” Finn interrupted. The ass face had the audacity to smirk at his own comment, before it turned deadpan again.

“I won’t stop talking about it about it, until we talk! I need to know what the fuck I have done wrong, and why the fuck you left. I’ve been waiting 2 years for this, and this time I’m not leaving!”

My heart raced a million miles an hour. I could feel the sweat start to sheen my forehead. Being strong was my greatest weakness, and right now my knees were shaking.

“Your girlfriends waiting for you”.

“Very well Rae” his fingers brushed my arm as he moved past me. “I’ll see you tomorrow my dear…” he whispered in my ear.

I watched him walk back towards his table paying no mind to his girlfriend, instead his head turned straight towards his brother. A small smile graced his beautiful face as he listen to his brother talk.

From the corner of my eye I saw Chop looking my way. I turned towards him and smiled, even after my best friend broke his heart he still remained a good friend, best friend even, of mine. It wasn’t like they never talked, I knew Iz still kept in contact with Chop. She never brung it up of course, but she has left her phone open a few times. I’m a nosey girl, and it was her own fault for leaving his message open. Chop blew me a kiss and joined in the chat between the boys, and I headed back to my table so I could try and enjoy dessert.

'See you tomorrow then Finn’ i thought.

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The Potion Master's Grace ch. 22

The four pushed their carts through the crowd at King’s Cross Station. There was no rush, they wouldn’t miss their train, but they wanted to get a good cabin.    They reached the brick column between Platforms 9 and 10 and stopped for a moment to catch their breath.    “Ladies first,” Rolf said gesturing to the wall.    “You’re just afraid that this is the time it won’t work,” Luna said, running towards the wall and disappearing.    “It would be funny if it suddenly didn’t,” Grace said before doing the same. Moments later, the boys joined them on Platform 9 3/4. 

   The platform was bustling with students pushing their carts and getting on to the train. Many families stood watching as their young witch or wizard said goodbye. For the first time, Grace didn’t feel sick to her stomach as she watched the other children hug their parents goodbye because she knew hers was waiting for her at Hogwarts, and she’d get to have them all year-round.    She also realized she had lately been referring to Severus and Phoebe as “parents,” plural. Severus her dad and Phoebe her mom. But, only in her thoughts.    A small yip from her bag brought Grace out of her thoughts. Merlin was currently in her bag that she’d take with her on to the train and Cas was in Luna’s. No one would bat an eye to the cat, but the dog was a completely different story.    “Ssshh, Merlin,” they couldn’t take any chances of him being seen.

-

   They got on to the train rather early.    “We’ve got to go to a Prefects meeting, but it never lasts long and we’ll meet up with you later, okay?” Draco said handing the bag full of junk food to Grace.    “Okay. I’ll go find us a cabin,” she said. This would also be the first time Draco didn’t lock himself in the back car with all of the other Pureblood Slytherins. It occurred to her that Draco may face some serious heat for dating a Muggle-born Ravenclaw. She knew how Pureblood families worked; they liked to keep the bloodline pure and she had even heard rumors of some families arranging marriages. It was a dead tradition, but that didn’t mean that families still didn’t heavily influence their children to marry a certain person.    The three Prefects made their way to a separate car while Grace squeezed through the narrow hallway to find a cabin. She finally found one that was completely empty. She set the bag that Merlin had been smuggled in down on the seat, only to find he had fallen asleep and wasn’t moving anytime soon.    She began putting her bags on the storage shelf, along with her uniform to change in to later. For now, she was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and Draco’s Slytherin Quidditch letterman jacket she finally found while digging through his stuff. Despite it being summer still, she liked how big it was on her and wrapped her in an embrace of soft, fleece lining and Draco’s scent.    She was standing on her toes, struggling to push her bag on to the shelf, when someone much taller came up behind her and helped her with her bag. She turned around to see who it was, and her face lit up at the sight of him, “Charlie!” she exclaimed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck.    “Hello, love,” he returned the gesture and squeezed her tightly.    Finnegan Charles Ackerman was the definition of the high school teen movie jock. He was tall, dark, and extremely handsome. His family had moved to the U.K. from Australia before he turned eleven so that he would be able to attend Hogwarts, and despite the move, his accent seems to get thicker every year. He came from a very rich and influential Pureblood family, though their influence was held more in Australia rather than the U.K. like the Malfoy's. He was a Gryffindor, Chaser, and Quidditch Team Captain. He was every girl at Hogwarts' dream, and could often be seen with a posse of drooling girls trailing behind him, just to get a chance to sit directly next to him during meals. The fact that the only girls he really paid attention to where Grace and Luna really made the entire female student body resent them.    Going only by Charlie because he hates the name Finn, he made the acquaintance of the two Ravenclaws on their first day of First year on this train. He had walked into their cabin, rather confidently, and introduced himself.    “I was trying to find a cabin to sit in, and it looks like I’m the luckiest mate alive because I believe I’ve found the two most beautiful women to ever bless this school we’re going to,” he said with a heartwarming grin. Even at eleven, he was ever the charmer. The girls blushed and giggled, but they didn't swoon over him. Instead, they treated him as any other person, not some god.    Even though Charlie wasn’t in the same house as Grace and Luna, their friendship never faltered. In fact, they rather liked it because then at least they had different gossip from other houses to discuss. They soon met Alfred Honeycutt, or Alfie, a Hufflepuff. Since their first year, it’s always been the four of them. The quartet practically went everywhere together, and they were lucky enough to have all of their classes together as well. Since there are usually two people to a table, Grace and Luna would sit together and Charlie and Alfie would sit together behind them. Charlie would always insist on sitting directly behind Grace, and at first she thought it was so he could copy her notes or look over her shoulder during an exam, but on the contrary. Charlie would often reach up and play with Grace’s copper curls; stroking them, twisting a lock around his finger, and sometimes even scooting as close as he could and braiding her hair.    It was undeniable that Charlie had an immense crush on Grace since day one. The tables had turned and now he was the drooling admirer and she was the one who just shrugged his flirting off. It only made him even crazier for her. He would do every trick in the book to try and win her over, but she’d just come back with her beautiful smile and glistening blue eyes and say, “Oh, Charlie, you’re so sweet! I couldn’t ask for a better friend!” Friend. It was all Grace ever saw him as. A friend. A brother-type. It broke Charlie’s heart every time, but he never gave up.    The whole school actually thought that they would end up together because of how close and touchy the two were. Even on the Quidditch Pitch, they’d tease each other and playfully shove one another around. Everyone would surely be in for a surprise when they found out Grace and Draco were actually a thing.    “How was Australia?” Charlie went to Australia this summer to visit with his extended family, which is unfortunately why they didn’t get to see one another all of holiday.    “It was wonderful. Though, I missed you, love! I couldn’t bear being away from my favorite girl for so long,” he was always this dramatic.    “Well, you have me now!” Grace finally stepped back out of his embrace and Charlie’s eyes averted to a certain emblem on the jacket she was wearing.    “The bloody hell are you wearing?”    “Hm? Oh, it’s Dray’s jacket! It’s mine now until Quidditch starts,” she said rather proud of herself that she had made that deal with Draco.    “Who the hell is Dray and why do you have his jacket?”    “It’s Draco’s, Char. And I have it because he’s my boyfriend,” she didn’t mean to put even the slightest bit of emphasis on the last word and regretted it even more when she saw the pain flash in Charlie’s eyes.    “You’re dating Malfoy?”    She nodded.    “But you hate him… All he did was tease you!” he had to sit down. He felt himself rocking and the train wasn't even moving yet.    “I teased back. And I always sort of liked him, it’s just this summer I saw a new side of him and… I don’t know.”    “I should have stayed here this summer…” his voice was low and somber.    “Charlie, we’ve talked about this.”    “I know but-“    “You’re still one of my best friends, Charlie. And I wouldn’t want anything to change that. What if we had a huge fight and started hating each other— not that I could ever hate you— but I’d be devastated! You mean too much to me to lose you,” she reached her hand out and touched his cheek before placing it on his shoulder. At her gentle touch, he grinned.    “Alright, love. But, if Malfoy hurts you in any way, I’m going to actually kill him.”    “I wouldn’t expect any less,” she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing his middle. Her head went up to his chest, whereas with Draco, her head fits perfectly under his chin. “And nothing has to change between us. It shouldn’t change between us.”    “And what will Malfoy have to say about that?”    “Well, he’ll just have to fucking deal with it,” she shrugged.    In the midst of their discussion, they didn’t realize someone walking up to their cabin before they cleared their throat, grabbing the attention of the other two.    “Alfie!” they both exclaimed.    “Yes, I have arrived,” he flipped back the nonexistent hair that would fall on his shoulders.    Alfred Honeycutt, better known as Alfie, was a Half-Blood Hufflepuff in the same year as Grace, Luna, and Charlie. They had also met their first day on the train. Even then he was so lanky and had a rather feminine figure, even for an eleven-year-old boy. There was no denying Alfie was gay. The only interest he’d ever shown Grace and Luna was their style choices. The best way Grace would describe him is Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson’s love-child from Glee. While being the biggest diva in Hufflepuff and being a runner-up for all of Hogwarts, Alfie was an amazing friend. He was always there when someone needed to talk, even if he had never spoken to them before. The younger Hufflepuff students tended to stick close to him the first few weeks of their first years because he had such a maternal instinct. He could also sympathize with Grace on some Muggle-related things, unlike Luna and Charlie.    “Grace, Charlie,” when he said Charlie’s name, a blush appeared, but he tried to cover it up by pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Alfie had a crush on almost every boy in their year and older. This included some of the most recently mentioned names: Davies, Draco, Rolf, Professor Lupin, and his current crush, Charlie. The good part about having a crush on Charlie was that Charlie really didn't care. He didn’t make Alfie’s life hell for it. Instead, they often joked about it. Charlie knew he was irresistible to everyone, and stated that he simply couldn’t help it. So if Alfie had a crush on him, so be it.    “How was your summer, mate?” Charlie asked as Alfie shoved his bag in a storage cubby.    “Nothing too special. We just did some small day trips here and there. My brothers never stopped being assholes.” Alfie had two younger brothers, and strangely enough, neither of them were wizards. This was a huge relief to Alfie’s mom, who is very religious and didn’t even know her husband was a wizard until they were married and with child until Alfie came along. It was bad enough Alfie was discriminated against by his own family for being a wizard, Alfie didn't dare tell them that he was gay. He was sure they had to have known, but simply ignored it or hoped that he’d “grow out of the phase.” He was afraid of how they would react if they ever found out.    “You could’ve called to come over, ass.”    “Um, apparently you’ve had a very interesting summer according to the two rumors I just heard your name mentioned!”    “Oh god, what now?” Grace rolled her eyes.    Charlie sat straighter, “Who is making rumors about my girl?”    “Down boy.”    “Well, the first was that you’re with Malfoy, and judging by the Slytherin jacket you’re wearing, I’d say that’s been proven. By the way, green isn’t your color. Makes you look like Christmas personified with your red hair.”    “Bitch!”    “And the other one, which of course can’t be true, is that Professor Severus Snape adopted you!” At that, both boys started giggling in disbelief. But Grace’s eyes went wide and she quickly shut the door to their cabin.    “Who’d you hear that from?!”    “What’s it matter? It’s just a dumb rumor,” Alfie shrugged.    “It’s not a rumor though!”    “What?!” everyone in that train car could have probably heard the two boys scream.    “Sssshhhhh! Shut up, fuckheads!”    “I’m sorry, you’re telling us to calm down after you just told us Snape adopted you?”    “Yes! We’re trying to keep it on the down-low!”    “Do you have Stockholm Syndrome or something? Blink twice for yes!”    “Charlie, could you be any more stupid? He didn’t kidnap me, I don’t have Stockholm Syndrome, I wasn’t brainwashed, and I’m not a robot and/or alien.”    “You can be a robot and an alien?” Alfie muttered.    “Yes,” both replied.    “Gracie, have you gone Slytherin?”    “I would’ve gone Slytherin if I didn’t tell the damn hat to put me in Ravenclaw!”    “But it’s Snape! Snape, Grace!”    “And he’s an amazing father! He’s been there for me and Luna all summer! If you’d just give him a chance, you’d see that he's actually cool… Okay, he was cool, but he’s still really great! Why can’t you just be happy for me that my life is finally good for once? I’m happy, I have a family, I have someone who loves me, and I have the bestest friends in the world! I’m finally in a place where I’ve wanted to be for a very long time.”    Charlie and Alfie exchanged a look, and then both gave Grace an apologetic smile.    “Of course we’re happy for you, love,” Charlie said pulling her into his chest.    “It’s just a lot to take in is all,” Alfie joined the hug, sandwiching Grace in the middle.

-

   The Hogwarts Express departed exactly on time, as usual. The three sat in the cabin waiting for Luna, Draco, and Rolf to join them. They talked about their summers and how they were excited for the new school year, but also nervous because O.W.L.s were this year.

-

   At Hogwarts, the teachers scrambled to finish any last minute preparations for the students’ arrivals. Except Severus, who sat in the solitude of the Potions Lab, lost in thought.    His private rooms were redecorated to look homier, and Grace’s room was almost an exact copy of her room at Snape Manor, save for the windows because they were in the dungeons. She had moved too many times in her life, she didn’t need to feel like everywhere she went she had to adjust to a new living space.    Ever since he arrived back at Hogwarts, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and how this year would be so much different. He had hoped that for once, she’d have a year with no troubles at all. He wanted her to focus on her school work, the Quidditch team, and have a social life like any teenager should have. But after meeting the new staff, he knew that wouldn’t be too easy.    He knew Grace and Luna would love the new male teacher Dumbledore brought on. He was probably just out of school getting his Masters. Practically all of the female staff was drooling over him from the moment he walked in and introduced himself. Even Phoebe said, “Oh, the girls are going to absolutely love him!” with a wink. Severus rolled his eyes at this and was thankful that they both had boyfriends now to keep them grounded.    But the new Defense teacher… Honestly, where did Albus find these people? The Ministry found out that Lupin was a werewolf and deemed him dangerous to be around children. Who were they to pass judgment like that? Out of all of the Marauders, Remus was the most civil to Severus. So, in a strange way, Severus and Remus could be called close acquaintances?    But Remus has never harmed a student when the full moon came. And the students loved him because he loved what he did, and he cared about the kids. He wondered where Lupin was now. Would he find a new job? Would he ever take back his position if offered? Telling by his replacement, would Severus have to go fight the Ministry on its position? Possibly.    The replacement was horrid, and a prime example of why the government should never be involved with schooling.    “Knut for your thoughts?” her voice caught his attention. He hadn’t even noticed she’d come in.    “Do you think we should just homeschool Grace and Luna?”    “I think that’s probably the worst thing to do,” she sat on top of the desk that was directly in front of his. This was usually Grace and Luna’s desk, and he thought they had always rushed to sit there because Grace wanted to answer all of the questions and show off. But one day, somebody had taken their seat and they had to sit a few rows back, and Severus realized she had sat front and center simply because she couldn’t see. Everyone was too tall and it was hard for her to see the board because of the heads blocking her view. By the end of the period, though, she had dragged a chair, rather loudly and while shooting death glares at the two Hufflepuffs who took her seat, to Severus’ desk and continued taking notes. Then that was the first time a Hogwarts teacher had ever implemented a seating chart for the entire class.    “We’ll worry about it when— if— it comes to it. Until then, you need to chill,” she continued.    “I suppose you’re right,” he glanced down at his phone sitting on his desk. It hadn’t buzzed in a while, and he guessed that it was because Grace was too busy catching up with her friends. Or she was dead.    “She’s not dead! And I know I’m right. I always am,” Phoebe smirked.    “Isn’t reading my mind some form of harassment?”    “Isn’t reading my mind some form of harassment?” she repeated in a mocking tone.

-

   After about an hour, the Prefects finally made their way back to the cabins.    “Finny!” Luna exclaimed as she slid open the door.    “Hello, darling,” Charlie replied as she gave him a tight squeeze around his middle.    Draco and Rolf soon followed and their initial reaction was shocked at the sight of Charlie. It was well-known that the girls were friends with Ackerman, they just didn’t expect him to already be in their cabin.    And it is also to be noted that there was absolutely no animosity between Charlie and Draco. They kept up appearances for their houses and pretended to want to rip each others’ heads off during Quidditch matches, but both boys got along relatively fine. And everyone got along with Rolf; you probably couldn’t find one person at Hogwarts who disliked the Scamander boy.    “Hello, mates,” Charlie flashed them his perfect smile.    “Hey, Charlie,” they both replied.    “Oh, hey, Alfie!” Rolf peered around Charlie to see his younger housemate.    Alfie, scrunched up in the corner with his phone looked up momentarily and waved before putting his face back down into his screen before they could notice his blush.    The six of them got situated; Alfie, Draco, and Grace on one side, Rolf, Luna, and Charlie on the other. They passed around snacks and exchanged summer tales.    “Wait, so who’s Prefect with you?” Grace asked Luna.    Luna rolled her eyes, “Christopher Raves.”    “Oh, you poor dear.”    “He’s barely even in class! He’s always in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom getting high! I don’t even know how he got Prefect!”    “He makes Dumbledore laugh,” Rolf said.    “The man’s borderline senile,” Charlie added.    “Dad sometimes tells me all of the crazy shit Dumbledore says or does,” Grace’s hand was currently tangled with Draco’s who kept intertwining his fingers different ways with her’s.    Charlie blinked a few times, “Sorry, the whole Severus-Snape-is-your-father-thing is still a bit shocking.”    “Honestly, we should have seen it coming,” Luna giggled.    “They act like they’re biologically father and daughter too. In the length of the summer, they’ve gotten closer than he and I are, and he’s my godfather,” Draco looked up from his preoccupation of cracking Grace’s knuckles with whatever he was doing.    “It’s only been the bloody summer!”        “And they’re best friends.”     “We look nothing alike, though. Except, his mother did have light hair and light eyes, so I can always say I get it from her. And of course, Phoebe also has light hair and light eyes. In the end, I get nothing from him but his intelligence.”    Charlie gave Grace a baffled look. After a moment, Alfie said, “Honestly, if I didn’t know you, I’d believe that shit.”    “Wait, who’s Phoebe?!” Charlie asked once his mind caught up with him.    “My aunt,” Luna said. “And Severus’ girlfriend. He’s practically my uncle now. Which would make Grace and me cousins!”    “I think you’re all fucking nuts! Should’ve stayed in Australia.”

-

   That evening, the train finally pulled into the station. The students exited the train, went through the gates, past the pile of luggage, and the older students climbed into the carriages, while the First Years followed Hagrid to the boats.    Luna gave the front of the carriage a sad smile. “What are you looking at?” asked Draco.    “You don’t see them?” Luna didn’t look away from the front of the carriage.    “See what?”    Grace nudged her boyfriend and shook her head. Now was not the time. She’d explain to him later that the reason Luna could see the creatures was that she has had a close experience with death.    Luna didn’t even notice. She was staring off into the distance, but now holding Rolf’s hand.

-

   Hogwarts’ lights reflected onto the water below in the dark night as they pulled up to the castle.    “Why do we always have to wear those stupid dunce hats?” Charlie muttered as he put his on.    “Because you are a dunce. Jesus, Char, can you seriously not dress yourself?” Grace took to make him look presentable. He hated the uniforms and always tried to look as horrible as possible when he had to wear them; as if he thought that if Dumbledore saw that if Finnegan Charles Ackerman couldn’t make the uniforms look cool, they shouldn’t be implemented at all. She straightened his tie, tried to smooth out the wrinkles, and button up his robes. She gave her final approval with a nod.    Draco tried not to let it bother him too much.    They all shuffled into the Great Hall, and as soon as Grace saw Severus, she beamed. She wanted so badly to run over to him and hug him. She hadn’t realized how much she really missed him. He smiled back; it was a quick, slight smile. Oh, right. Gotta keep it a secret.    Everyone made their way to their House tables, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin. Grace sat next to Luna towards the end closest to the head table, and Draco sat behind Grace like he had done for the past five years.

-

   The First Years slowly filled the Great Hall. They were all so tiny and wide-eyed. They stared around the room in amazement, but at the same time looked terrified. Did we look like this when we first came here?    McGonagall called off their names, the children were sorted, everyone cheered, and the houses that gained a new member cheered even louder.    When the new students had been sorted, McGonagall paused but remained standing next to the Sorting Hat, “A rare occasion has come upon us, students. This year, we welcome a transfer student from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I want you to welcome her just as you would any other new student. Remember, things may have been different at her school, and it will take time for her to adjust. Rose Martell!” Her name was called differently than the First Years’ was; first then last, unlike last comma first.    A girl, still clad in her Beauxbatons uniform floated in. The pale blue of her dress and hat perfectly contrasted her olive skin and long chestnut hair was thrown over one shoulder. She walked with such grace and poise, she looked goddess-like. She gave a closed-mouth smile to McGonagall before taking off her uniform hat and sitting on the stool; hands folded in her lap and legs crossed at the ankles like a queen.    The Sorting Hat was placed on her head. A few seconds passed and Grace secretly hoped she’d be sorted into Ravenclaw. It would be fun to have a trio of Ravenclaws. Maybe they could be like the Heathers, but not total bitches and everyone survives. And then she thought she heard the Sorting Hat say Ravenclaw, but then it continued to contemplate where to place the French girl. Though, Rose sat even straighter when the hat said Ravenclaw.    “GRYFFINDOR!” it shouted. The Gryffindor table fucking lost it. The Lions gave the new girl a standing ovation, the boys whistled, a few girls already started to look jealous, and Rose looked utterly confused. But still, she kept her poise and her kind smile as she made her way to her new table.    Grace decided that no matter what her house, she had to meet her.

-

   As the excitement died down, Grace finally noticed exactly who was at the head table.    “Where’s Professor Lupin?”    “Surely he’s up there,” Luna scanned the table and then rescanned it again and again. “What the hell?”    “He’s not there!”    “What are you two freaking about already?” Draco turned around.    “Professor Lupin isn’t here!” Luna sounded seriously distraught. Lupin was her favorite professor.    Draco gave her a doubted look, but after looking across the table himself, his eyes widened, “Holy shit, he’s really not there.”    Luna snatched Grace’s phone that was sitting on the long table and quickly sent a text.

   Grace watched her father jump slightly and then look down at his phone. She watched the conversation on her own phone over Luna’s shoulder.    Luna: Where the hell is Remus Lupin?!    Luna: It’s Luna btw but I DEMAND answers, Severus Snape!    Severus: If you’d just be patient, Dumbledore will explain that the Ministry did not see fit for a werewolf to be teaching children.

   Wouldn’t you know, Dumbledore had begun his speech, and had just started to explain the situation.

   Luna: Doesn’t the Minister have anything better to do than to fire the most awesome teacher ever?!    Luna: Of course, second to you.    Severus: You can’t even lie through text message.    Luna: Can't prove it was a lie!    Severus: I saw you panic as soon as you sent the text and try to cover it up.    Luna: Whatever! Who the fuck is the giant flamingo?    Severus: Luna!

   “In place of Professor Lupin, Dolores Umbridge will be filling in as your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,” it looked as if it pained Dumbledore to say that. Severus gave the lady a practical death glare, as did many of the other teachers behind her back. Grace had to fight herself not to laugh. The lady was wearing an all-pink pencil skirt and blazer combo. Her undershirt was pink, her hat was pink, her shoes were pink, even her stockings had a pinkish hue!    Grace couldn’t even focus on what she was saying, she couldn’t believe her eyes. What she did get from this first impression was that she had a bad aura about her, her heart was cruel, and she didn’t even like Grace and they had yet to meet.    This lady just kept going on and on and on and on about fucking bullshit Grace didn’t understand. She glanced back at the conversation still pursuing on her own phone.

   Severus: She’s from the Ministry.    Luna: Again, why is the government putting their influence in the school?    Severus: Been asking myself that same question since I got here.    Luna: AND SERIOUSLY WHAT’S UP WITH THE PINK?!    Severus: It’s all she wears. I haven’t seen her wear any other color yet.    Luna: Ew.    Severus: You know, all the BS Dumbledore is saying is meant for you to hear.    Luna: Don’t go into the Forbidden Forest, don’t track in mud, leave Filch alone, blah blah blah. You will remind all of us of the damn rules ten billion more times before Christmas.    Severus: You’re all talk when it’s not face-to-face.

   “Your dad can be such a bugger, do you know that?” she whispered to Grace.    Dumbledore pulled both girls’ attention, “Please welcome your new Professor of Magical Art and Music, Evan Maes.”    The new professor stood and Grace and Luna’s jaws nearly dropped, along with Grace’s phone.    He was tall, blonde, with blue eyes. He had a perfect little smile and a strong body. When he said hello, Grace could definitely hear an accent. Central European, like German or Belgian or something.    “Magical Arts and Music will be an elective course available to all students and a sign-up sheet will be available in all four common rooms tonight.”    Draco leaned back, “I assume you girls are signing up for the class?”    “Uh-huh,” they replied in a daze.    He just rolled his eyes, “I’ll text the boys to sign up too then.”    “Aw, babe, you don’t have to. You have N.E.W.T.s this year, I don’t want you to be distracted.”    “I won’t be. It’s just art and music. And with the way you two are drooling, no way are we leaving you unsupervised.” Grace watched as he quickly sent a text and then saw Rolf, Alfie, and Charlie snicker at their tables.    “Do you seriously have a group chat with the boys?” Luna asked.    “Yeah. We’re gonna use it to talk about how ridiculous you girls are,” he joked.    Luna acted offended but Grace smiled, “I’m glad you’re making new, better friends, Dray.” She looked over at the group of Slytherins Draco used to “associate” with. He was never friends with them. But their parents were friends, rather, their parents were Death Eaters, and Draco said that since his father was put in Azkaban, as tragic as it is, he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulder.

-

   The feast began and Grace and Luna talked amongst their fellow Ravenclaws. They discussed the upcoming Quidditch season, and Stretton, the oldest member and only Chaser left, kept giving her dirty looks. He had expected to become captain when Davies left, but he had left the position to Grace instead.    Grace glanced over to the Gryffindor table where Rose sat. She still looked confused, and now that she wasn’t presented in front of everyone, she looked slightly afraid.

   Grace: Charles, make friends with the new girl!    Charlie: No, you!    Grace: Are you afraid of her?    Charlie: No! I just don’t wanna look desperate.    Grace: You’re unbelievable.

   “Luna, c’mon.”    “Where we goin’?” Luna asked, her mouth full of treacle tart.    “To make friends with the new girl.” Both girls got up, taking off those stupid dunce hats, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down on either side of Rose.    “Hello,” they said in unison.    Rose’s eyes widened and she froze, “B-bonjour.”    “I’m Grace McClivert and this is Luna Lovegood. We’re both Fifth Year Ravenclaws,” she said gesturing to Luna and both girls held out their hands for Rose to shake.    Rose finally relaxed and she smiled her absolutely perfect smile; all of her teeth were straight and unbelievably white. Instead of turning to each Ravenclaw, she crossed her arms in front of her and shook each girl’s hand at the same time, “Rose Martell. I was in Ombrelune at Beauxbatons but it seems now I am a Gryffindor. I am a Fifth Year as well.” Her French accent was thick. “Ombrelune is, what I assume, is sort of like Ravenclaw. At least that was the impression given to me by Hogwarts: A History. But I didn’t expect to be a Gryffindor.”    Luna shrugged, “You’ll be surprised at how right the hat can be.”    “Well, at least we may have some classes together, being in the same year. We won’t know until tomorrow morning, though.”    Rose looked over at the head table, “Could you tell me about some of the professors?”    “Why, certainly! Well, of course, you already know Dumbledore, the Headmaster.”    “He’s a bit of a coot,” Grace added.    “And then Professor McGonagall for Transfiguration.”    “McGoogles,” Grace smirked.    “She gets awfully cross when we call her that, but not too much.”    “Because she loves us.”    “She’s head of your house, so you ought to just suck up to her ASAP.”    “Seriously, it’ll help you in the long run.”    “And then there’s Professor Sprout.”    “Head of Hufflepuff.”    “And the Herbology professor.”    “Another one of those school mums.”    “She loves everyone, though, And she loves to bake. So, if you’re really nice to her, she bakes you cookies and muffins.”    “Professor Trelawney is absolutely bonkers.”    “She’s the Divination professor and I happen to like her!”    Grace rolled her eyes, “Bonkers,” she whispered to Rose.    “Professor Binns for History of Magic is dead.”    “No, we’re serious. Dead. He’s a ghost. There are lots of ghosts here, but he still teaches and his class is the worst. It’s like nap time.”    “Speaking of ghosts, beware of Peeves.”    “Oh, you poor dear.”    “Who’s Peeves?” Rose asked.    “Peeves the Poltergeist. He’s a ghost in Gryffindor Tower and he’s a bugger.”    “He likes to pull pranks.”    “Oh, dear.”    “Anyway, before the feast ends, Professor Flitwick is the Head of Ravenclaw and the Charms professor.”    “He also runs the school choir, but seeing as we have Professor Hottie over there, we may have a new choir director.”    “Grace, you have a boyfriend!”    “As do you, Luna, but that doesn’t mean we can’t admire him.”    “Who are your boyfriends, if I may ask?”    “We’ll get on to that later.”    “Last, but not least, Potions Master-“    “Prince of Darkness-“    “Notorious for being a hardass-“    “King of Dad jokes-“    “Professor Severus Snape!” both girls said loud enough for Severus to hear even on the other side of the Great Hall. They heard both Rolf and Draco snort, and a girl laughing, whom they assumed was Phoebe. Severus just glared at the girls and shook his head.    “He looks mean…” Rose whispered, afraid that he had ears like a hawk and could now hear their every word.    Grace was the first to break into laughter, followed by Luna.    “Mean? I mean, yeah he has a resting bitch face-“    “RBF!” Luna doubled over.    “And he wears all black-“    “Bastard looks like he’s attending a funeral every. single. day.”    “But he’s actually very kind. He’s tough on his students, but that’s only because he expects a lot out of us. So long as you try your best, you’ll be fine.”    All three turned around to meet Severus’ glare. It was a terribly fake glare and was trying his best not to crack a smile. Then Grace and Luna waved, grinning at him. Rose looked at them like they were insane.    Severus finally had to look away; he looked in Phoebe’s direction, who was giggling uncontrollably now. He was helpless.    Grace’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and read the message aloud, “Stop being such insolent little girls.”    “He’s no fun,” Luna pouted.    “I am so confused.”    “I suppose we might as well tell her.”    “The secret is practically out.”    “Snape is my father.”    “Wait, really?”    “Adoptive father. But yes. And it’s a secret, so we mustn’t tell anyone.”    “Except our closest and dearest friends because now Grace has private rooms down in Slytherin, and what good are they if we can’t invite people over?”    Rose nodded in understanding, and was extremely happy to find that they already considered her a “close and dear friend.”    “Are you Ravenclaws going to leave anytime soon? You’re making the table boring,” it was Charlie who had moved down to across where they were sitting.    “Rose, I’d like to introduce you to Finnegan Charles Ackerman.”    “You can call me Charlie,” he took Rose’s hand, but instead of shaking it, he kissed her knuckles.    Rose’s cheeks were now of a deep rose color, “Pleasure to meet you, Charlie.”    Luna rolled her eyes, “Oh, so now you wanna come sit with us? Charles, don’t go ruining our new friend. She’s too good for you.”    “Nobody asked you, Luna darling”    “‘Nobody asked you, Luna darling.’ I asked me.”    “Rolf! Your girl is mocking me!”    Rolf turned around, looked at Luna, and then looked at Charlie, and smirked, “You’re very mockable, Ackerman.”    “You’re whipped, mate.”    “I’m not starting any fights this early into the relationship.” Rolf leaned back and shook Rose’s hand, “Rolf Scamander— yes, of Newt Scamander, he’s my grandfather— nice to meet you, Rose. Welcome to Hogwarts.”    “Thank you, Rolf,” she smiled.    “And I’m Alfred Honeycutt, the most fashionable person in this bloody school,” Alfie turned around in his seat and took Rose’s hand in his. “And I must say, I may have a bit of competition this year for best dressed.”    “Thank you. Although, it’ll be hard to make this uniform fashionable. No offense.”    “Oh, no, don’t worry. We all know it’s ugly,” Luna said.    “We never wear our uniforms under our cloaks unless there’s something special going on.”    “I wish Hogwarts would take notes from literally every other Wizarding school and update their uniforms,” Alfie rolled his eyes.    “I feel left out because Slytherin is literally on the other side of the room,” Draco made his way across the Great Hall and sat next to Grace. “Hello.”    “Hello,” Rose replied.    “This is Draco Malfoy.”    “Biggest Arse of Hogwarts.”    “But he’s my arse.”    “I think I’ve rather matured since last year.”    “It also helps to distance yourself away from them,” Grace glared over at the group of boys Draco once associated with.    “I can’t avoid them forever, you know.”    “I know. But if they try to say anything, I’ll knock their teeth out.”    “Mhm, my little fighter,” he wrapped his arms around her middle and rested his chin on her shoulder.    “Get a room,” Alfie smirked.    “Bugger off! Hey, so we’re all signing up for Art and Music, right?”    “That’s the new professor, oui?” Rose asked.    “Yeah, but that’s not the only reason we’re signing up. It’s the only class we’ll have with students, not in our own year!”    “Unless you take Arithmancy so you won’t be cramming it in next year,” Rolf nudged his girlfriend.    “Why the hell would I take that?”    “I signed up for it,” Grace shrugged. Draco's head bobbed with her shoulder.    “You bitch! Why didn’t you tell me?”    “You said you were signing up for Care of Magical Creatures, and I said, ‘Okay, I’ll sign up for Arithmancy then.’”    “I didn’t think you were serious!”    “I’m taking the class, Luna, so you won’t be alone,” Rolf placed a hand on her shoulder.    “Now’s the time for you to start choosing classes based on what you want to do after you graduate, anyway. And Grace just doesn’t need CMC. Neither do I,” Draco said.    “I bloody signed up for Astronomy! Neither of you told me the plans!” Charlie propped his elbow on the table and leaned on his palm.    “You need to focus on your core classes, you dunce,” Alfie said. “Astronomy is easy enough and you need to pass your O.W.L.s if you want to be an Auror!”    “I guess I will see what class I have tomorrow when we get our schedules,” Rose looked across the head table one more time, hoping for a smoother year.

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   “Why didn’t you tell me Professor Lupin was gone?!” Grace began unpacking half of her casual clothes and uniforms into her room in Severus’ private rooms.    “I told you she’d be angry,” Severus whispered to Phoebe.    “Leave me out of it, I had nothing to do with it,” Phoebe held her hands up.    “Of course I’m angry! He got replaced by a toad! A pink toad! Ugh, I’ve never been more repulsed by the color pink!”    “Grace, you don’t have to love your professors, you just have to pass the class.”    “But Lupin wasn’t a bad professor! We’ve had worse!”    “The Ministry thought he was a danger to the students.”    “He hasn’t been a danger to the students in all the years he’s been teaching! Why the hell is the Ministry sticking their nose where it’s not wanted now?” She stepped up onto her trunk to put something on the top shelf of her closet.    “You should take it up with the Ministry then.”    When Grace turned around, she was almost eye-to-eye with Severus. Still shorter, but at least she didn’t have to crane her neck, “Don’t tempt me, father. I’ll floo right to Fudge’s office this instant and wait all night for an audience if I have to!”    They had a stare down for a few seconds with their arms crossed before Severus smirked, “Stubborn little girl.”    “You missed me though,” she held her arms out in front of her.    “Actually, it was pretty quiet,” he smirked but still pulled her into a hug.    “Okay, but seriously, why’s it so cold down here?”    “We’re in the dungeons of an old castle, there was no insulation when they built it!”    “We are goddamn magical people! Why can’t it be warm?”    “You’ll live.”    “Barely. Can I stay down here tonight?”    “No, you’ve got to stay in Ravenclaw Tower. At least on school nights.”    “Wait, seriously? Phoebe!”    “Listen to your dad!” she called from the living area.    “It’s such a far walk…”
    “You’ll get your steps in. Go on,” Severus started leading her to the door of his quarters, then stopped. “Where’s Merlin?”    “He’s staying with Hagrid tonight.”    “Okay, that’s good,” he opened the door that led into the extremely dim dungeon. “Goodnight, see you in the morning, love you.”    “Love you-“ she was just finishing her sentence when the door shut, “-too.” She stared at the door for a minute, “Bastard.”    “They’re probably doing the… y’know,” a voice said behind her.        “Oh, shut up, I don’t wanna think about that!”    “Well, it’s probably true! Think about it; they’ve had three days without you around,” Draco smirked.    “La la la la,” Grace covered her ears and shut her eyes.    “I’ll walk you up to your common room, though.”    “Oh, you’re so sweet. Such a gentleman. My knight in shining armor,” she wrapped her arm around his. They both walked all the way from the Slytherin common room in the dungeons to the Ravenclaw common room in the highest tower of Hogwarts, along the way battling the moving staircases and being the gossip of the portraits. Though, the spirits did not bother them, as they probably had the first years to tease anyway.    “Thanks for doing my rounds with me,” Draco said as they reached the large door with a golden eagle knocker.    “It was my pleasure, since I really had no choice,” she smiled into their chaste goodnight kiss. “I love you,” she wondered if she was even heard, she whispered it so softly, but she saw Draco smile when she glanced up through her lashes.    “I love you too,” he kissed her once more before stepping away. “I’ll see you at breakfast. Sweet dreams.”    “You too,” when Draco disappeared from sight down the spiral staircase, she turned her attention to the door of her common room.    It started with its usual crap, “What is-“    “Not doing this bullshit every night this year, let me in.”    The door creaked open.

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Hi guys, I’m so excited about roleplaying with you all! I’m Joanne, one of the admins of the group and I’m from the GMT+2 timezone. Also, this took me forever to write, because I kept getting distracted.. oops. Anyways, without further ado, this is Aiden! Feel free to message me if you’d like to plot with him, or hit the like button!

STATS

Name: Aiden Finn Hyatt

Age: 22

Birthday/Starsign: May 30th / Gemini

Gender: Cismale

Sexuality: Pansexual / Panromantic

MBTI: ESTP

Occupation: Actor

BIOGRAPHY

Aiden is the oldest Hyatt. He has a younger sister named Andrea. His father passed away in a car crash when he was eight years old, which was quite traumatic for him. After the accident he ended up clinging to his mother a lot. The two of them are very close.

Just like his mother, Aiden is an actor. Unfortunately he’s not as as talented as she is, and mostly gets jobs because of his surname or through his mom’s connections. Aiden has been acting ever since he was little, and had his own tv-show on a kids channel when he was twelve. 

He’s not very passionate about acting either, and mainly does it because it makes his mother happy. Though admittedly, he also enjoys the fame and the attention. However, he’d much rather become a writer for television than actually play in tv-shows. 

His mom’s wedding plans came as a shock to him, and he still can’t quite wrap his head around it all. He’s anything but excited about his new step family, and is keeping his fingers crossed that his mom comes to her senses before the wedding.

Before coming to the island, his ex-girlfriend told him that she’s pregnant with his baby. Aiden panicked and left LA without even saying goodbye to her. Although he hopes that she’s just lying to him, he’s very scared that she’s telling the truth. 

PERSONALITY

Aiden is the type that is determined to get whatever he wants in life. His weapons of choice to achieve his goals are usually charm and seduction, but he also doesn’t shy away from manipulating people if he needs to. Long story short, he’s a little shit. Trash.

He’s shallow af and loves flirting. Consider this post a fair warning lol. He’s not the type to fall in love , but when he does fall, he falls hard. .. which is a reason why he tends to avoid it. 

While he can be snarky and likes pushing people’s buttons, he’s also very protective over his loved ones, his family and his friends.

He likes to party and sleep around, and plans to do that a lot this vacation, just like he did previous years. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

BEST FRIEND ( m/f/nb, age 20-24 ) - Pretty self explanatory since everyone needs a bestie. They have been friends since they were little and know each other through and through. Although there’s many miles between them, they remain in contact with each other even when they’re not on the island. One of the few people Aiden is always honest with, because he knows lying to them would be futile. Preferably someone with a similar snarky/shady personality, but I’m also up for plotting a different take on this friendship! 

UNLIKELY FRIENDHIP ( m/f/nb, 17-25 ) - At first glance, Aiden and this person have nothing in common, but maybe that’s the whole reason they enjoy each other’s company so much. Their personalities just balance each other really well. Preferably someone who is a little shy and/or insecure, but I’m also up for plotting a different take on this friendship! ( FILLED BY JACKSON MONTGOMERY )

FIRST LOVE ( m/f/nb, age 20-24 ) - The first person Aiden ever fell in love with and dated. They were each other’s first everything, and while their relationship didn’t work out they’re still on good terms and will always have a place in each other’s hearts. ( FILLED BY JOAQUIN GARCIA )

THE ONE WHO BROKE HIS HEART ( m/f/nb, age 20-25 ) - Although he probably won’t admit it, Aiden was very in love with this person. They were definitely more than just a summer fling to him, and he’s quite bitter towards them now.

PAST SUMMER FLINGS ( m/f/nb, age 20-25 ) - Past hook-ups or short relationships, ended on either good or bad terms. ( FILLED BY LONDON MONTGOMERY, could be multiple chars though! )

SUMMER FLING ( m/f/nb, age 18-25 )  Aiden and this person have been fooling around ever since they saw each other again on the island. It’s nothing serious, but they’re having fun with it.

PARTY FRIENDS ( m/f/nb, age 18-25 ) - Can be filled by multiple people. Aiden loves to party, and he def needs a gang of people that know how to have fun~

ANYTHING ELSE - If none of these suit your fancy, then you’re welcome to hit me up and I’m sure we can come up with somehing else.

LIKE OR MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO FILL ANY OF THEM!

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platonic.

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a ARMY SQUAD / THREE TO FOUR PEOPLE connection who look like JON HAMM, MATT DAVIS, EVANGELINE LILLY, RASHIDA JONES / UP TO PLAYER who are 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( adrian was in the british army from ages seventeen to twenty six, when a serious injury brought his honorable career to a sudden end. he was the only survivor of a landmine related explosion, and a few of his friends died that day - but some of the people he was closest to survived, and i’d love for him to have their friendship, even now. they would have known him at his happiest and most put together, and have been witness to just how badly he fell apart when it was all said and done, and there’s just.. something really lovely to me in the idea of him clinging to their friendship more than he clings to any sort of relationship like that. ) ( vidar björk-thorson / 2-3 more )

familial.

ADRIAN & THEORA TREVOR, our TOM HARDY & KATE SIEGEL fcs are looking for their OLDER SIBLING who looks like BRADLEY COOPER, SKEET ULRICH, JONATHAN RHYS MEYERS, ALEXANDER SKARSGARD, AMY ACKER, WINONA RYDER, JENNIFER GARNER / ANY FC and is OVER 37. you DON'T have to contact prior to applying, though you CAN if you'd like at FIIDELIS or WVTCHFUL. ( the firstborn ! the way we see it, there's two ways to play it, and both are probably just as fun! option one is, they're only a few years older than the twins. after steve returned to life - john mulaney vc hooray! - he settled down for the quiet life, and diana continued to do her hero thing. somewhere in between of life, they had their own small family, and this would be their firstborn. they grew up alongside the twins in london, and probably had to deal with.... a lot, like the stage their little sister went thru where she stanned mom EXTRA HARD, and the time that their little bro went to the english equivalent of juvie. once they were in the latter teen years / had aged up to adult, all the kids kinda went their own ways - following their various dreams and whatnot until all roads led to here. but they were all VERY close growing up - understandably - and depending on how things have played out for them, they still stand a shot of being now! option two, while less fleshed out, could be that the eldest kid is actually from the first shot that steve and diana had at their relationship - conceived before steve died prior to the end of world war one, and still alive now because of inherited amazonian powers. they'd be... much older than adrian and theora in that case, but depending on how it's played, they could still totally have been close! maybe they spent an extended period in london w them, both to get close to steve and to know their sibs! maybe they just tried to make that a priority! who's ! to ! say! 

)ADRIAN & THEORA TREVOR, our TOM HARDY & KATE SIEGEL fcs are looking for their YOUNGER SIBLING who looks like MANDY MOORE, RACHEL BILSON, SERINDA SWAN, TYE SHERIDAN, MAX IRONS, DANIEL SHARMAN / ANY FC and ANY AGE / PREFERABLY OVER 25. ( okay! this connect is for the youngest of the bunch, and boy oh boy... what freedom there is. the only thing ENTIRELY set is that, like the twins and the elder sib - if option one of that connect is followed thru - they were born and raised in london, where steve settled down to have the wholesome fam life while diana continued hero-ing. like ALL the sibs, in their later teen years / adulthood, they went their own way and did their own thing - totally up to YOU where that brought them and what was going on in their life - but... all roads lead, x2, and here they are. we totally can't speak for the yet unpicked up older sib, but adrian and theora are both... wildly loyal individuals who care about and love their fam more than absolutely anything, so while they got the younger sib treatment from their older sib, they gave it, x2, when it came to this one. they would have been so, so loved - and honestly? very close, at least up until a certain point. everyone in the family eventually drifted, but that doesn't mean that the love has ever waned, or that the twins' over protectiveness of them has ever stopped. cos it hasn't. they love them more than words can say, and would probably be THRILLED to have them here. in fairness its probably the first time they've all been together with no end point in sight in years, the sum of their conversations probably over way too many skype calls and text messages up until now. we'd love to have them! small explanation for the 'preferably over 25'. steve and diana are kinda?? the perfect family for chars on the 'older' end of the spectrum, and we kinda love the idea of all the kids being actual adults™ at this stage, especially since the rest of the siblings are all in their mid thirties plus. )

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for her SIBLINGS / TWO OLDER, TWO YOUNGER who look like FINN COLE, OLIVIA COOKE, CILLIAN MURPHY, EMILY BROWNING, DOUGLAS BOOTH / ANY FACE CLAIM who are anything from 20-40 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( do u want to play a member of a crime fam, but ur not sure which to pick? do u want to play an irish char, but dont know what to do? if the answer is yes to the first and no to the second, but ur ok with settling, then boy o boy do i have the crime fam for you ! mutant on their fathers side and mobster on their mothers, the cassidy-sullivan’s are honestly… p hot, if i say so myself. their matriarch was left the only member of the fam after they were wiped out in gotham about ten years ago, and now they’re all getting older, the kids are restarting that specific fam business. i love the idea of them all having like… conflicting ideals, conflicting ideas for their fam, conflicting LIVES. gráinne fancies herself the head of the family right now, and at least for the minute is continuing their loyalty to the falcone’s. her sibs could want to challenge her… could be happy working alongside her… could mayb not even wanna be apart of the family - it’s honestly up to YOU ! )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for her ADOPTIVE SISTER / HOPE SUMMERS connection who looks like KIMIKO GLENN, ALISON SUDOL, RILEY KEOGH, DEMET OZDEMIR / ANY FC who is 26+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i also play hope’s “grandmother”, jean, but i mostly just !! really want kena’s fave and most badass big sis !! )

NIKKI BARTON, our PHOEBE TONKIN fc is looking for her ALMOST FOSTER PARENT / CANON OR OTHERWISE who looks like PLAYERS CHOICE and is  PARENT AGED. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( right after her mom died and before her dad TECHNICALLY kidnapped her, nikki bounced from foster home to foster home a lot over a period of about three years. they most all ended badly, but there was one - the one right at the end, the one she left when her dad came back - that stuck with her, because a part of her was… sort of hoping they would want to keep her forever. they brought a softness to her that she had been pretty quickly losing, supported her when needed, were strict when they had to be, and have always been a pretty big what if in her life - making the idea of them reappearing and nikki encountering them at this point in her messy life… really interesting to me. )

NORA LANCE-QUEEN, our JOSEFINE FRIDA PETTERSEN fc is looking for her MOTHER / DINAH LAUREL LANCE who looks like ( SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR, CHRISTINA HENDRICKS, ADRIANNA PALICKI, DIANE KRUGER, MICHELLE PFEIFFER / ANY FC ) who is  MOM YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( nora is embarking on a new char arc that’s basically.. going to lead into her becoming a vigilante, smth she never rly wanted before now, and def like.. laying groundwork for her to Someday, whenever dinah steps down, mayhaps taking on the black canary mantle. she loves her dad, but she STANS her mom, so..pls )

NORA LANCE-QUEEN, our JOSEFINE FRIDA PETTERSEN fc is looking for her  FATHER / OLIVER QUEEN who looks like NIKOLAJ COSTER WALDAU, CHARLIE HUNNAM, MATT CZURCHY, RYAN GOSLING / ANY FC  who is DAD YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( oliver queen may have his - many - faults, but nora was honestly… always sort of a daddy’s girl, and that’s an unfortunate trait she may never rly lose. pls bring green arrow dad. i can’t offer much, but i can give u all the angst u could want. )

NORA LANCE-QUEEN, our JOSEFINE FRIDA PETTERSEN fc is looking for her TWO OLDER SIBLINGS who look like  BRIE LARSON, TOBY REGBO, CANDICE ACCOLA, DANIEL SHARMAN / ANY FC  who is 25+ YEARS OLD . you DON’T  have to contact prior to applying. ( it is honestly… one of my many dreams for nora to have a couple older sibs that she’s actually, like. u know. pretty close to! im not saying it couldnt go the other way bc ofc that’s just as interesting to explore, but im.. big hoe for the idea of three sibs standing shoulder to shoulder against the world and everything it may throw at them. )

RAMONA DARKHOLME, our MADCHEN AMICK fc is looking for her ELDEST CHILD ( MUST HAVE NAME BEGINNING WITH R ) connection who looks like WILLIAM MOSELEY, LILY JAMES, TOBY REGBO, WILLA FITZGERALD, DOUGLAS BOOTH, IMOGEN POOTS / ANY FC who is 30-35 YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at OFDARKHOLMES or DISCORD ( jean grey rail me challenge#5427 ). ( ok … hear me out. mayb im wrong. mayb im right. but i think… that romy having a kid that’s on the older end of the spectrum could b pretty fun, and i have … a whole sort of. concept for them. so. back in the early years of her relationship with her baby daddy ( he is an npc named abe ), and back when she was… very young, and VERY committed to the brotherhood cause - there came to be an accident. one that was loved, don’t get me wrong, but an accident nonetheless. at that point, romy… couldn’t care for a kid. she just wasn’t prepared for one, and it kind of parralells what happened roughly ten years later, in my mind - one child she knew she wasn’t prepped for and gave up for that very reason, and two that she could have given the world to but had to give up because the world said no. but here’s the CONCEPT ; i’d love if they could have been raised by raven, and if romy… was still in their life, as they grew. moreso than that, i’d love if they were past the awkward stage of “oh, so, i’m ur mom”, or at least… both on the same page about that, and think it could be a super neat dynamic if they had kind of gone from… mother / child to older sister / younger sister cookie cutout relationships to something more friendly. i’m essentially flying by the seat of my pants, here, and i can be talked into ANYTHING ( ask my friends, they’ll tell you ), but i’d love to have… a cute lil romy darkholme / darkholme extended fam , ok. pls. allow this to b a thing. ur grandmom / mayb adoptive mom is raven and ur grandfather is logan FOR CRYING OUT LOUD )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for her FATHERS / DAN ESPINOZA & LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR who look like JAY HERNANDEZ, ALFONSO HERRERA, GABRIEL LUNA, ANY MEXICAN FC ( DAN ) / DIEGO LUNA, RICKY WHITTLE, TOM ELLIS, ANY FC ( LUCIFER ) who are 40+ ( DAN ) & 1000+ ( LUCIFER ) YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( healthy coparents, unite !! chloe and dan are two of lapd’s best and brightest, and trix loves her parents so much - but she ALSO loves her stepfather, lucifer, and he’s 100% on the same level in her mind as her birth parents. )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for her MOTHER / CHLOE DECKER who looks like LAUREN GERMAN, VERA FARMIGA, WINONA RYDER, SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR, AMY ACKER, PLAYERS CHOICE who is  40+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( if u have seen lucifer, then u already have a pretty good idea of trixie’s dynamic with her mom! her dad is great and all, but… chloe was the one who was REALLY there for her, ya know? i kinda had it hced that chloe is now with lucifer cause that’s how the show was heading to and i didn’t imagine anyone snagging anymore lucifer chars, but i’m! definitely open to changing that! just gimme her mom pls! )

VICTORIA CREED, our STELLA MAEVE fc is looking for a “HALF-SIBLING” / COUSIN connection who looks like DJ COTRONA, JASON RALPH, KATIE CASSIDY, TINASHE, ANTHONY RAMOS, PLAYERS CHOICE who is ANY AGE / PREFERABLY 26+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( so. yall best know yall can do what yall WANT, its just.. originally when i played vicki i had a wc for a “half-brother”, and i was thinking about it recently and think it could be… kinda fun. SO. this is for a kid of victor creed - either.. biologically, or another one that he just kinda . stole - that vicki actually knew during certain points of her life, because for the most part, she was pretty isolated. for whatever reason - maybe he just wanted someone to keep an eye on his investment or whatever - victor allowed these two to interact a bit more, and depending on how they were to one another, i feel that a certain loyalty definitely could have developed between them. vicki got fucked over a couple times and left in, like, japan for 9 months and a yemen prison for another six and incidents like that have dotted her life, but im kinda thinking this “half-sibling” could have been the one who.. helped her out, or was stuck there alongside her. gimme! )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her HALF BROTHER connection who looks like SHILOH FERNANDEZ, JUSTIN BALDONI, JULIAN MORRIS, JUSSIE SMOLLETT, XAVIER DOLAN / UP TO PLAYER ( tho the named are preferred ) who is 30+. you DO have to contact prior to applying at SICVIITAEST or DISCORD ( jean grey rail me challenge#5427 ). ( things to know: they were both born in tel aviv, israel, and they share the same father - an oc named joseph, who is now dead. neither of ziva’s birth parents were good people, but what his mother was like and what happened to her is up to you. they were raised together, however briefly, before they were separated - ziva was seven, and he was either a small bit younger or older. both of them were experimented upon, though like prev, it’s really up to you whether or not that resulted in any sort of enhancements. she became a ward of shield, and where he ended up is completely up to you - just like his personality and whatnot, though i’ll admit straight up that the main reason i’m looking for him and the main reason i waNT him is cause i would love… for him to b a drumroll, please - villain. w her being raised to be a hero and him being raised the opposite it would create a rly [ forgive my choice of phrase ] hot contrast, and make them.. two sides of a literally same coin. it would also b. pretty fun to explore both of their feelings, and both of their motivations - would ziva want to try and see him better? would he want her to join him/think more on his side of things? would it instead take the turn of her wanting to b the one to take him down, or vice versa, and would either b capable of that? it’s fun to imagine so ! do the thing ! )

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ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for an EX-FLING / MOTHER OF HIS CHILD connection who looks like EVA GREEN, MILA KUNIS, EVA LONGORIA, HOLLY MARIE COMBS who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at FIIDELIS. ( so! i won’t go into everything about this one here cause i wanna try keep it short, but basically… they were on and off and never really an official item for years - way back to when he was still in the army, meeting up and having relations whenever he was home / free for a while - and were… complete opposites. on the surface, it seemed as if she was the sweet and innocent angel, and he was this rough geezer. in actuality, SHE’S kinda cold hearted - in the best of ways - and he’s the softie, but… not many people rly knew that truth. anyway, they came to an end right around the time he got into his short lived relationship + marriage, and he always thought of her as a big “what if”… right up to last year when he discovered that after they had ended, she had moved to the states and had his son. the kid is seven now, and she never told him for obvious reasons, but he’s here only to try and make something work - he never WANTED to have a kid, but he’s not going to deny him now he knows. we can talk out p much everything, but ! yeah ! )

RAMONA DARKHOLME, our MADCHEN AMICK fc is looking for her EX-FLINGS / MAX. FOUR who look like WINONA RYDER, SOFIA VERGARA, PEDRO PASCAL, HUGH DANCY / UP TO PLAYER and are 35+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( romy might have lost the love of her life, but she did not lose her sex drive. i’m sure there’s a better way i could have worded that, but… whatever. over the years since her fiance passed, romy has tried many times to move on - and that means she has quite a few exes scattered about the place, all of whom she has a different dynamic with. like any ex / current fling connect, i’m most interested in discussing how it started and all with people who want to do it, cause i think that’s the best way of making unique dynamics! )

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ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a NEW BOSS / ANYONE WHO WORKS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER and is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( right now, adrian’s main job is pouring coffee for millennials at starbucks. he’s ex-army and current gang, and he’s really not got that much going for him - but it’d be nice, if there was someone out there in a better place, job wise, willing to give him a shot. he needs to get that bread! )

ADRIAN TREVOR, our TOM HARDY fc is looking for a NEW BOSS x2 / ANY PRESS ADJACENT CHARACTER WHO WORKS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER who is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( can you tell that i literally… do not know what to refer to this connection as? lmao. anyway he’s an independent journalist - who writes things on like… avocado recipes and shit for whoever will hire him at a time - and i’m not sure on the newspaper / general press situation here, but i’d love for someone to read his writing and take him on as some sort of regular reporter. i imagine it would remain secondary to his “main” job if only because he really needs to keep himself afloat here, but over time, i’d love to see him succeed and actually become the journalist who writes about relevant things that he’s always dreamt of being. )

EMMA FROST, our AMBER HEARD fc is looking for her HELLFIRE CLUB INNER CIRCLE / MAX. FIVE who look like ANY FC and are 30+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at WHIITEQUEENS or DISCORD. ( out with the old, in with the new. after emma’s hellfire club takeover, the old inner circle was removed, and she’s now formed her own out of members she trusts. they’d have neat titles all sourced from a chess board, and that, plus how they met / what their connection to emma would be because they would def have one is mostly why i’m making it a contact thing cos ! i’d like for us to smooth those details out! )

EMMA FROST, our AMBER HEARD fc is looking for her SECRETARY & PERSONAL ASSISTANT’S / MAX. TWO who look like ANY FC and are 25+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( emma runs frost international, a multi-billion dollar company that deals mostly in transportation, but has started to branch out into electronics. its a full time thing and she actually… doesn’t spend all her time on it, because she’s also dedicated to remaining an active professor and is splitting time between everything. she does it quite well i’d like to imagine, but she definitely needs the added help, and that would be these chars! bonus points if they’re mutants! )

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for the FAMILY OF HER DECEASED SPOUSE connection who look like ANY FACE CLAIMS and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( gráinne married at twenty six to the self professed love of her young life - someone who was better than her, who may or may not have known the full extent of the cassidy-sullivan crime families activities, but who loved her back, regardless of all else. theirs was a whirlwind romance - they had known each other before, surely, but had gotten ahead of themselves quickly once together - begun in spring and married in winter ; and when the leaves began to turn once more, and new life began to bloom, gráinne’s love was taken from her. it was her fault. whether they died for her or died because of her, details can be smoothed out, but the blame rests on only one woman’s shoulders, and their family surely KNOWS. give her people who resent that she exists. people who can’t understand why a light of their lives was extinguished, while gráinne cassidy gets to continue. give her people who can fuel her own feelings of responsibility. )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for a BOSS connection who look like JASON MOMOA and is 30+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( kena works at the karma klub as an accountant and booking agent, and i’d ! love for her manager / owner of the klub / honestly… whatever tf / to be a jason momoa face, just because… their pics are supes cute and i think it’d be really sweet if kena had this older guy in her life who’s almost, like… someone guiding her? they’re in the scene longer than her, they can provide some tips and tricks, and just past the job aspect.. neither of her parents are here, so it would be nice for her to have someone who can sort of step into that role and be someone who she has learnt to be able to go to and confide in, when needed. )

MAKENA THURMAN, our ZOE KRAVITZ fc is looking for her EX HOUSEMATE connection who looks like PIPPA SOO, ALFIE ENOCH, HAYLEY LAW, JOHN BOYEGA / UTP who is 25+. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( in the years before her daughter was born, makena wasn’t always the most stable of people. she’s also never exactly been the WORST, but… she’s always had a lot of issues with keeping her emotions in check, and she used to be horribly selfish and petty, at the worst of times. after becoming friends in college, she and this character decided to get an apartment together and split the costs - but after a few months of this, shit hit the fan, and kena fucked up in a way that she couldn’t go back from, resulting in them kicking her out. they’ve barely spoken since, and she harbors.. a lot of resentment, for that fateful event. )

NIKKI BARTON, our PHOEBE TONKIN fc is looking for a EX-CLIENTS connection who looks like UP TO PLAYER who is ANY AGE you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i’m gonna keep this one a little vague, cause.. i wanna leave it open to multiple people, and i think every single one of those could have a different sort of dynamic with her. nikki used to work as a drugrunner for a major dealer named callum. he was, for want of a better description - an abusive piece of shit, and he continued to be that right up until nikki killed him in self defense. HOWEVER, before he died and she got carted off to jail, nikki used to do a lot of jobs for him, and they led her across states. she would have rubbed shoulders with a lot of not so great people, but also some kinda ok ones. some might have heard what happened, others won’t and might be kinda confused about what the FUCK happened to their supply, but either way.. i want. also. callum coulda had some other helpers. idk. i just want it ALL. ) ( bea zsasz & others )

RAMONA DARKHOLME & ABRAHAM MUELLER, our MADCHEN AMICK fc is looking for their EX-BROTHERHOOD GROUP MEMBERS connection who look like WINONA RYDER, PEDRO PASCAL, JADA PINKETT SMITH, ANGELA BASSETT, HALLY BERRY, NORMAN REEDUS, KEANU REEVES / PLAYERS CHOICE, MUST BE 40+ THO who are 45+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( any of them can maybe be kids of canons, depending ON the canon?? anyway. all of them - preferably about.. five, ig - are surviving members of the brotherhood group that romy ran, some nineteen years ago. they all worked together for YEARS, moving around europe a lot but spending some time settled in rural germany, which was ultimately where their particular crusade seemed to come to an end. intolerant humans attacked them, most were killed, and those that ran were assumed dead / assumed they were the only survivors, pretty much ‘til now. romy back means they’re probably gonna maybe want to restart what they were doing before, and this connection could rly go.. any way. maybe romy - ran into one of them at some point in the past, and relieved they were alive, kept in contact to call them someday, leading to their reunion now. maybe they’ve seen a familiar name in the paper, or on the paragon website. maybe this is just where the wind has blown them. i lov the idea of this squad, ‘kay, cos.. they spent a chunk of their time together, and for romy, they were less friends more #fam ) 

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for LUCIFER CANONS / MAZIKEEN, AMENADIEL, LINDA MARTIN, ELLA LOPEZ, CHARLOTTE RICHARDS who look like LESLEY-ANN BRANDT ( MAZE ) / DB WOODSIDE, IDRIS ELBA, ANY BLACK MALE ( AMENADIEL ) / RACHAEL HARRIS, RACHAEL TAYLOR, KRISTEN BELL, ANY FC ( LINDA ) / AIMEE GARCIA, MARIA LAAS, EVA LONGORIA, ANY MEXICAN OR PUERTO RICAN FC ( ELLA ) / TRICIA HELFER, JAMEELA JAMIL, CONSTANCE WU, ANY FC ( CHARLOTTE ) who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( considering just how interlocked everyone has become on the show, between… maze and linda and amenadiel, ella working with everyone, charlotte being with dan, etc - i like to kinda imagine… they’re all a huge, vaguely blessed family. it would b nice not to b the only lucifer canon rocking around the place ! )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for ILLEGAL PATIENTS who look like UP TO PLAYER and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( trix is a med student, and she does a lot of work at the local hospital - but i also imagine that over the last few years, she’s sort of made a name for herself in the lowkey sense as someone who’s willing to treat patients out of hours / out of the hospital / etc on the downlow. if your character is a vigilante / hero / villain / etc, who sometimes gets themselves fuckt up and doesn’t want to make the big deal it could be by getting treated officially… hit her up ! she’ll fix you up for free, and she’ll do it discreetly. )

TRIXIE ESPINOZA, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for MORTUARY COWORKERS who look like UP TO PLAYER and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( so !! trixie currently works at the local morgue, and as of right now… i think she’s the only one who does? and i’d love for her to have some coworkers there, cause it’s obviously such a heavy job, and i think… while it doesn’t phase trix, it would still be nice for her to have people who can relate to how TOUGH it can be sometimes, and who she can kind of have developed a little something something with. )

VICTORIA CREED, our STELLA MAEVE fc is looking for VICTIMS who look like UP TO PLAYER and are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( twenty six years spent being little more than another weapon in victor creed’s hands means that victoria has… a lot of blood on her hands. i dare say that none of it is blood she wanted to spill, but the fact remains that she never really knew enough torefuse. she’s done a lot of things she’s not proud of, and she’s hurt a lot of people - meaning she’s going to be spending a great deal of her very long life trying, in vain, to make amends in some way. i want for her to encounter people who she’s hurt. either directly, or that… she hurt their family or distant family before alongside victor, and either she recognizes them and seeks them out, or they recognize her and seek her out. give her people who shout and scream about what she’s done, and people who can’t believe she’s being allowed walk around and keep on living. give her people who know she was just another victim of a psychopath, who could maybe give her something she’s never had before - forgiveness - and make her feel a way she’s also… never felt before. give her all sorts of connections under this heading bc i think it’s unrealistic if she has none. )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her SENIOR AGENTS SHE SPENT TIME WITH GROWING UP / LIMITLESS connection who look like UTP and who are 28+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( ziva basically lived at headquarters from the time she was brought in - age six - to now, and while nick and natasha were her primary caregivers, she was often shuttled between different agents during down periods or whatnot. basically, if she for some reason couldn’t stay at shield itself, or there was a holiday - like thanksgiving, christmas, easter, her birthday - coming up, she’d be taken in briefly by a senior agent or their family and given a place to stay for a bit before such a time as she returned. )

ZIVA MIZRAHI, our INBAR LAVI fc is looking for her PERSON SELLING SHIELD INTEL connection who looks like UTP and who is ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( they would be a shield agent, but what separates them from most is for whatever reason - be it nefarious or something closer in line with money troubles - they’ve been selling information on shield to the highest bidder. five years ago, ziva was sent on a mission with a handful of agents she had never really worked with before, and because of information that they gave - and the fact that they, or another, heavily implied that because of her shield upbringing ziva would be the one with the most intel on that team - the mission was compromised from the get go, and while ziva was captured, everyone else was wiped out. she suffered over a year at the hands of her captors and meanwhile, everyone back home fully believed that she was dead. what they did could weigh on them, or it might not. if it’s a case of something more innocent whereby they’ve needed the money gained from selling secrets, it could even be that they didn’t realize that the info they were giving was going to lead that particular buyer where it did. again, if not, it could be because they have a grudge against ziva for some reason we can talk out or smth. i’m v much into the idea of this and ! would love for it to b taken ! so pls ! do the thing ! )