#josie speaks into the void

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i've been struck with a vision for a daryl x reader fic..

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Incorrect quotes: Centaur Edition

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Moon: Where did we find this bucking man?? Josiah: I almost fell off a cliff to my death and Eclipse saved me so I stuck around. I remember that very vividly-

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Moon: I am going to patrol now. Void is in charge. I have told you all three times the instructions while I am not around. Josiah: You just told me ‘Josiah no’. Moon: And you can apply that to any situation. Josiah: Okay-

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Some centaur after an argument with another: Was he fighting or flirting with me?

Josiah: They tried to stomp your ribs in!

Centaur: …That doesn’t answer my question

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Moon, after learning Josiah be friends with the hybrid: Josiah, can I speak to you for a minute? In private. Josiah: Oooh, someone’s in trouble! Josiah: It’s me, I don’t know why I did that

—— Josiah and the hybrid: *running back into the herd in a panic* Sun: What did you do?! Josiah: Nobody died! Sun: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

—— Sun, usually: Violence is never the answer. Josiah, high on shrooms: It’s the question and the answer is YES! Moon: Not again-

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Moon, after Josi did something stupid: You’re standing on thin ice. Josiah, looking down before looking up: I’m standing on the ground. Moon, annoyed: It’s an expression. Josiah: It’s grass.

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Josiah, high on shrooms: Hi, my name is Josiah with a 'B' and I'm afraid of insects.

Void: Wait, wait, wait.

Josiah: What?

Void: Where's the 'B'?

Josiah, scared for his life: There's a bee?

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Josiah, buried in snow: I am the snow guardian, guardian of the snow! Hybrid: The untrained quiver before him (literally)! Josiah: BUCK OFF!

——— Celestial Herd AU belongs to @missterious-figure

Void belongs to @celestialweido

Hybrid centaur belongs to @kinshenewa

Josiah be mine!

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My legs pump hard beneath me. I feel Magnus' delight in a strong, physical body with toned muscles able to be pushed to their limit. My calves start to burn, and a new wave of terror hits as I realize where he's taking me.

There's an elevator shaft up ahead. Rusted iron bars catch what little light is left from my phone screen, but there's nothing but void where the cage should be. I imagine the ground falling away beneath my feet, the air rushing past as I fall -- god knows how far.

I can't help it. I think of the sound that would be made when my body lands.

My legs would hit first, snapping entirely. Then the momentum would carry me forward, and I'd trip over myself, landing hard on my face.

I'd probably lose my nose. Crack the bones around my eyes. Bite off my tongue and lose some teeth.

Would my spine snap? Would I break my neck?

I could only hope so.

The alternative is worse. Lying there on the damp ground, in the silence, nothing but my own pain and this asshole in my head to keep me company as my phone battery drains out and I die from bleeding out -- or, worse, dehydration.

The fear gives me enough strength to work my mouth and get out a single word: "Please--"

"Shut up," my mouth says, and Magnus snaps my teeth together.

Something in me snaps when he says it. How dare he? How dare he worm his way in through my bones and use the air in my lungs? How dare he use my hands and my mouth? And for what -- a bit of quiet? A sad grasp at revenge against the world?

I think about Lucy. I think about her unending curiosity. Her love for mischief. Her desire to experience everything she can, no matter how limited her world has become.

I think about her smile.

I think about her hand in mine.

I almost kissed her tonight.

How dare he take that away from me.

More than my fear, my anger breaks through. I twist my foot, and the next step lands wrong. My body goes sprawling, but I can handle a few scrapes on my already wounded hands. What's worse is the phone, clattering away somewhere. I heard glass break, and the light went out. The darkness doesn't hesitate to close in.

Magnus curses, and fights to get my hands under me, to push my body up from the ground. I spit back with all the venom I can, and throw myself off balance. My body flies to the side, landing hard against the uneven ground, and I feel new scrapes open up. It doesn't matter, because as soon as Magnus gets oriented, he rolls my body over and gets my hands under me again.

It takes a moment for me to be able to react physically, and he has me up on my feet. I spin in place, disorienting us both.

"Be still," he spits with my mouth, and runs my nails down my stomach. My nails are dirty and dull, but he presses hard enough to hurt anyway.

"Kaz!" Lucy's voice echoes down the stone [corridor].

Magnus tries to keep me still, but I manage to open my jaw. I can't work my tongue, so I just let out a long, wordless yell.

"Down this way!"

I see the first hint of light at a junction too far away, and the hope distracts me enough that Magnus realizes we're facing the wrong way. He turns me on my heel, and begins to run again. I feel every scrape and bruise slowing my body down, and I let myself mourn the following week of pain just for a second.

But they're so close. Lucy and Josie are right there.

I just need to slow him down.

"If you kill me," I growl, "You'll only damn yourself."

"I said be still--" He snaps my jaw shut, but I force it back open.

The words come out shapeless and sloppy, but he doesn't need me to speak clearly to know my thoughts. "What makes a ghost, Magnus? Unfinished business. Violent deaths. Anger and pain."

He stumbles, but doesn't fall. He slaps my face.

I keep going. "I'll be down there with you. Pissing you off. Making noise. Bothering you, forever."

"Silent, woman!"

"I've never been very good at that."

I fill his head with all the stupid shit that runs through my head any given moment. Pointless, aimless thoughts. Squirrels, old commercial jingles, embarrassing memories from ten years ago. I've never once known a moment of quiet in my own damn head, and I'll make sure he knows the pain.

I feel his confusion and anger at the sudden onslaught of disjointed thoughts and half-formed ideas, and it slows him down even more.

Josie's flashlight is growing brighter behind me, filling the tunnel with a dim but steady light.

Come on, I beg, not caring if he can hear my thoughts as loudly as his own. I was never trying to hide what I was doing.

"Stupid child," Magnus says, and drags my body further still. I know the pain is starting to get to him, but he's too close to his goal to give up now. I feel his determination, oily and cold in my chest, and he tries for one more burst of speed.

We near the elevator shaft. Just another hundred feet. Fifty. Thirty.

I manage to kick us over one more time, but even as we go sprawling, even as the impact slams my teeth together and blood fills my mouth, he drags my body back up and keeps going.

I can't help the fear that worms its way in through my anger again.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die alone and cold.

"Fucker."

"You'll be silent soon enough."

One foot leaves the solid stone in the tunnel, and hangs in the air.

The other one lifts behind it.

Fat arms wrap around my waist, and Josie drags me back away from the edge. I'm stronger than her, but she has me beat in sheer size alone, and rolls over, pinning my body beneath her as Magnus kicks and screams.

"Kaz! Kaz are you in there?" she begs, forcing my arms down.

"Get off me!" Magnus spits, but the words come out slurred, mixed with my own. 

I can't manage much, but I get out a short, "Jesus fuck Christ!"

He's writhing too much, twisting my head back and forth, but I manage to see the relief on Josie's face. She nods to someone else. "Let's get this over with."

"Right," Lucy says, somewhere to my left.

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9 Years.

Apparently, yesterday was my 9-year Tumblr anniversary. I only noticed because, my sheer coincidence, I logged in to post today. Happy birthday!

Last week, I released the first new episode of the Emerald City Video Podcast in a long while. Zach Roberts and I have actually recorded a few that never made their way to the internet, since it takes an act of God to make me actually do any editing. I’ll be working on that.

For anyone who hasn’t listened to it before, the Emerald City Video Podcast is named after a video store (which no longer exists) in Syracuse, New York. I worked there in college, and loved it. There, I learned to love movies I never would otherwise have given a chance, and also fell in love with the idea of collecting movie props. We had them everywhere, and I came to realize how cool it is to have an actual, tangible piece of something you love. I have worked on this podcast for more than 7 years, primarily with Zach but occasionally with other guest hosts who worked at Emerald City or other video stores.

You can listen to the new episode here, which is a review of John Wick Chapter 4. It’s a “New Release Wall” episode, which is video store speak for “we went to the movies and recorded our reaction in the car after.” We’re fancy, I know. I didn’t send this episode out as an email blast, because we have another episode coming this week, which I think is a much, much better introduction to ECV for anybody who is just finding us on Substack now, where I'm putting the show so I don't have to pay for hosting.

What have I been up to?

Earlier this month (as I alluded to in my introductory post), I finished the crowdfunding campaign for Time To Be Heroes, my second full book. It’s an oral history of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, featuring interviews with the cast and crew. A lot of what I expect to be posting to Substack will be behind-the-scenes goodness from creating that book, as well as a little ebook companion that I’m planning on putting together that features conversations with comic book creators, fan fiction writers, and other folks who are a big part of the Legends community but likely will not feature prominently in an oral history of the show itself.

I will also be sharing some other side projects. For over a decade now, I have been doing a “director’s commentary”-style column for each issue of Savage Dragon. It has followed me between three different websites, and the first two no longer host any of the old content. So I have a book coming out soon that will collect the first 24 issues of my commentaries, with new introductions to each by Savage Dragon superfan and editor Gavin Higginbotham.

I have had great success with my first two books on crowdfunding platforms, and am currently trying to decide whether to launch a campaign for this — it’s almost completely finished, and my only real expenses will be layout and printing — or just sell it on my online store. It seems the ticking clock of crowdfunding really serves as an incentive to folks, but it feels strange to do another crowdfunding campaign so soon after the Legends one.

My first book, an oral history of the 2001 movie Josie and the Pussycats, is something I’m still very proud of, and it made enough money that I was able to publish The Gold Exchange, a collection of old interviews and columns that serves as an unoffiical companion to Booster Gold comics from 2006 until 2022. The Josie book, The Gold Exchange, and some other stuff is available at JosieBook.com, and Time To Be Heroes will be available in February of next year.

Anyway, that feels like enough for now. I do have some big stuff I want to yell into the void about soon. But…not tonight. Soon.

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt97

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Ladybug watched Mme. Agreste’s expression carefully. It went from confusion, to recognition, to anger. Well that wasn’t a good sign.

��Where’s Gabriel?” The absolute fury in her tone actually made Ladybug take a step back and she was a little relieved when Discorde stepped between them. This was not the reaction she expected.

“He’s in jail awaiting trial.” The woman’s eyes narrowed.

“He’d better pray they convict him and keep him there. If I ever see him without bars between us he’ll be missing body parts.” Ladybug shared a look with Discorde but her partner looked just as confused as she was. Adrien looked shell-shocked.

“He spent the last three years trying to save you.” The glared she turned on her son was terrifying and he actually took a step back. She blinked at him for a moment and her gaze softened.

“Adrien?” The boy nodded hesitantly. She opened her arms for him and he all but collapsed into her. She looked up and saw Nathalie and her expression tightened. “Has it really been three years?”

“It has. M. Agreste has been working tirelessly to set things right.” Mme. Agreste let out a derisive snort.

“He’s been trying to turn me and the world into what he wants. He’s the reason I needed saving in the first place.” Nathalie’s face went completely blank and Ladybug was fairly certain she was in shock. “Whatever he told you was a lie. Gabriel forced Nooroo to try and contain Duusu in their Miraculous and the backlash is what caused all this in the first place.”

“He did what?” Everyone jumped and Ladybug blushed. She really hadn’t meant to yell but the audacity of such an action pissed her off to no end. It also explained why Nooroo wouldn’t talk about what happened and why Tikki hadn’t been able to figure out what caused the damage. It hadn’t occurred to either of them that the actual Kwami were pitted against each other. Poor Nooroo.

“He’s lucky I only shot him twice.” Discorde’s growled words caused Adrien to glare at her but Mme. Agreste actually laughed.

“I don’t know who you are, but I like you.” Discorde could only give the woman a weak smile at that and Ladybug filed it away to ask about later. Adrien scoffed.

“She’s nothing but a fraud.” Ladybug grabbed her partner as she started growling. Mme. Agreste was frowning at her son.

“We’ve done what we came here to do and I won’t stick around to listen to your insults. Mme. Agreste, I’m glad we could help, and I wish you a speedy recovery.” She wished she was only concerned about what her partner might do, but if Adrien didn’t shut up Ladybug wasn’t certain she wouldn’t go after him herself.

“Wait. Nathalie, could you take Adrien so I can talk to them alone?” Adrien’s face screwed up into an ugly pout but his mother just gave him an encouraging smile. “Everything will be fine. It will only be for a minute then I want to hear about everything I’ve missed from you.” He gave her another tight hug before turning to glare at them.

“Don’t tire her out.” Ladybug couldn’t help the eyeroll as Nathalie led him from the room. Mme. Agreste just sighed.

“I don’t even want to think about the damage his father did that I’m going to have to fix. Not to mention that friend of his.” Discord flinched beside her and Ladybug took her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. “Not that she’s at fault given her parents but it doesn’t change the fact that her behavior always gave Adrien ideas.”

“What did you want to talk about?” Ladybug wasn’t going to stand there and let her partner listen to this. Mme. Agreste just blinked at her for a moment before seeming to focus again.

“Well, first to thank you. But I also want to know why you two dislike my son so much.” She shared a look with Discorde. Yeah that wasn’t a good topic of conversation.

“You should discuss that with him. And watch the news coverage of the Akuma attacks after.” There was no way Adrien would keep his identity a secret from his mother, and she’s rather the woman form her own conclusions.

“Oh I plan to. I just want to know why he only hates one of you while you both can't stand being in the same room with him.” Ladybug could only frown at the woman in confusion at first. “I’m an empath. It’s what drew me to the Miraculous in the first place.” Oh that wasn’t good.

“I still think you need to talk to your son. If you have more questions after that, perhaps we can talk again. As things stand I’d rather not influence your opinion on the matter.” The woman was just frowning at them in thought and Ladybug could feel her partner getting more nervous.

“I suppose I can understand that. But I will want to speak with you again.” Well that didn’t sound ominous at all. “I would also like to speak to the Guardian.”

“Why would you need to do that?” Discorde’s tone was borderline hostel and Ladybug squeezed her hand again in warning. If the woman really was an empath she didn’t want to give her too much to work with. The Miraculous magic should protect their identities regardless but she didn’t want to take more risks than necessary.

“You need to learn to relax, not everyone is a threat.” Discord just gave the woman a level look.

“Perhaps not but if I assume they are, people are far less likely to get hurt by my carelessness.” Discorde winced as soon as the words came out and Ladybug couldn’t help but side eye her partner. Looks like they had one more thing to talk about. Mme. Agreste’s look actually softened.

“I suppose that’s true. In that case I look forward to earning your trust.”

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Summary: Cheryl/Jones!Reader Request: After finding out FP is to blame for Jason’s death; what would happen to their relationship and then after they figure out it was actually Clifford Blossom.

Cheryl’s voice floats into your ears. It’s then you realize she’s not talking to you, she’s talking next to you. To the space closest to you without needing to acknowledge you; you hope it’s because she still has feelings for you. Although as she presses herself against the wall as you step forward; you watch her eyes shine and you understand. Cheryl Blossom, your girlfriend, is afraid. You leave deciding you’re unwilling to know if it is fear for you or of you. “I know what Jones’ are capable of!” She shouts after you. You bite your tongue to not shout back. You let your brother pull you into a hug. “I’m guessing trying to explain it to her didn’t go well?” You shrug as Jughead keeps his arm around you, you follow him from the school and towards the holding cell in the sheriff’s station. “I’m only capable of loving her; why can’t she see that?” You kick a rock from the pathway as you trudge towards the station.

“She can; that’s what scares her. She can avoid a murderer, she can avoid me cause I mean nothing to her. Only thing worse than someone who hates you;” He pauses stumbling slightly so you’re forced to turn around. You catch Cheryl jerking back to hide. “Is someone who loves you.” “Jug, she hates me! Did you not hear her threaten to cut me from the Vixen’s earlier, or about how I shouldn’t touch her with “murder child hands” He laughs as you scowl.

“If she hated you she would have broken up with you. Or gotten you expelled” He nods and shoves you towards her. You keep your eyes on the ground. “I can’t forgive your father.” She spits and you nod. “Can you forgive me?” “Why?” You meet her eyes surprised to see her confused. “You didn’t do anything Y/N, you didn’t kill JJ, you didn’t help your dad hide the body, you did nothing wrong.” “My dad did.”

“Yes he did, but I’m not having my girlfriend suffer due to guilt by association. Beside’s Jason would want me to be happy, and being with you is what makes me happy.” You nod at her turning back as you hear Jughead open the door to the Sheriff’s station. “I have to go, visiting hours are tight.” She nods and you try your best to steel yourself for her being gone once you leave.

Your dad’s not angry you’re still with Cheryl, he seems more surprised than anything, offering you and Jughead only one mouthful of advice. To leave it alone. You’re not a hundred percent sure exactly what he means for you and Jughead to leave alone but you find out quickly when they find a usb drive tucked into Jason’s jacket.

There’s no sound on the video, you’re thankful for that and you stare fearfully at Betty as she moves from the now closed laptop and pulls her phone out. You stumble up, towards your bike, trying to shove Jughead off you, but he keeps his hands on your shoulders. “No Y/N. Stay; it’s safer. You don’t know what they’d do if you show up. The daughter of the man that killed their son?” “It wasn’t dad! It wasn’t him! We have; I have to let Cheryl know! She’s not safe there! She’s not safe!” Jughead nods pulling you back towards the shed. “We’ll take care of it. Seriously, don’t worry.”

“You’re telling me that it’s okay to let my girlfriend stay in a house with her father, who murdered her brother, and I’m not supposed to worry?How would you feel if Betty’s dad murdered someone and she was staying with him?” You snap and smirk when he stays quiet. “Well you still can’t just run up and break her out.” You huff and sit back on the couch.

—————————————————————————————- Despite everything that’s happened it’s school as normal. You’re nervous about returning to Cheryl’s side, as the unwavering popularity had fastened itself around her it seemed to slide off of you. What had been glares for being a Southsider, and then glares for being the daughter of a murderer had now morphed back into a surprisingly normal glare, the envy of being popular, the envy of being with Cheryl.

You settle back into the routine of school, of being with the HBIC; you find small things have changed, one of which is Cheryl bringing you home. You’re slowly growing more terrified as you walk up the steps waiting for her mother or nana to appear and demand you leave and never return. The house is empty, void of anything that resembles the home Cheryl would describe to you. She brings you up to her room, sitting on her bed; you’re expecting to go through the photo albums again; to hear more stories of Jason and her as kids. Instead she grips your hands.

“Why are you still here.” Her voice is as limp as her grip on you; you rub your thumb over her skin and tug her hand into your lap as you pull her into a hug. “Because I love you Cheryl.” “I accused your father, I sent him to jail, you could have-“ she starts “Cheryl, that’s not going to happen anymore, that’s in the past. I have to let that go, yes I’m upset it happened, but I don’t blame you. If I did that, if I blamed and held onto everything that could have happened I’d be so angry and hurt all the time. I wouldn’t have anything to do with my dad, or Jughead, or any of his friends. I’d still be at Southside High, I wouldn’t know you.” You shut her down, pulling her back with you as you lay on her bed. “I love you.” You repeat kissing her face until she smiles against your lips.

“Seriously babe, you need to heal, you’ve been through a lot. No one will blame you for not being sad or upset all the time. I’m here for you.” “Why?” She ducks her head cuddling into you. “Because being with you makes me happy.” You watch her frown almost playfully. “You have to come up with your own ideas. Can’t go stealing mine.” “Well you’ve already stolen my heart.” You laugh and she rolls her eyes. “Can you at least think about getting some different cheesy one liners?” “You know you love them.” You nod enthusiastically. “I love them because I love you.” You nod. “Exactly so by default of loving me, you love them. It’s basic math.”

“And what do you know about math?” You grin and she groans. “Babe please don’t-“ “Well I know that me plus you equals forever.” You laugh when she shoves a pillow at you. “Cherylllll stopppp, wait is it true your pillows are stuffed with cash?” “No that’s a dumb rumor, they’re filled with goose down.” “So no cash at all?” She narrows her eyes. “No, why?” You try your best to stifle a laugh. “Cause-“ You don’t finish before the pillow is smacked into your face.

“I warned you Y/N” You nod smiling at her. “You know you should really let more people see this side of you.” “What side? You mean I should flirt and cuddle with everyone?” You shake your head laughing. “No, just be a little less HBIC all the time. Take a break, relax.” “Well that’s what I’m doing now.” “No with other people.” She rolls her eyes. “No, I refuse.” You sit up and she returns to curling around you, the pillows resuming their place behind your heads.

“I was really scared you were going to break up with me.” You look confused as Cheryl runs her fingers through your hair. “Why would I break up with you?” “Because I accused your-“ “Cheryl, we just-“ “No.” You freeze as she snaps at you. “I accused your father, almost got you sent back to the Southside to a foster family and never being able to see you again!” You nod letting her vent and sputter to you, complaining about herself and her faults. You sit watching and nodding along as her voice begins to crackle and it becomes slightly more sobbing than actually words. You pull her in as close as possible tucking her head against your shoulder as you hold her. “I’m sorry.” You speak into her hair as she shakes her head weakly.

“I’m sorry for not realizing how much this was hurting you. I’m not upset at you Cheryl; I’m upset at the circumstances that pushed us apart but not at you, never at you. I want to be with you, I’m making that choice. Just like I’ve made the choice to forgive you for hitting Jughead, for blaming my dad. You were just grieving, you were hurting and I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry for that. That’s what I’m apologizing for, for not being there for you, my girlfriend, the love of my life. I’m so sorry.” She pulls back to look at you, you move to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes, and she does the same for you. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. That’s sort of how I was taught. You either love with everything, or give nothing.” You nod kissing her. “Well then good thing you didn’t push me away properly.” She laughs a little. ‘Can’t even do that right.”

“Hey, babe, stop. I’m here, you’re not a bad person, I still love you. I stayed. I want to stay. I want to be with you.” You rest your forehead on hers and she nods to you. You stay like that for a moment content to watch her, you notice her eyes flickering around you face, you smile and you can see her lips quirk up slightly. “What-“ She nudges your forehead and you close your mouth watching her watch you. “I was memorizing your face.” “Why?” “I want to draw you later.”

“You draw?” You shift on the bed as she nods turning almost shyly from your sight to pull a sketchbook from beside her bed. She holds it out and nods to you, you open it slowly thumbing through the pages. Most are of the Vixen practice, there’s a few of the Bulldog’s practice as well. Reggie and Jason stretching; Archie playing his guitar. Betty and Jughead asleep in the student lounge. Veronica and Josie practicing some song. You look up glancing back as you flip the page, half sketches of you, part of your smile, or your hand brushing your ear. “These are amazing.” She shrugs and pulls the sketchbook back to place it in the drawer she got it from.

“You could ask me you know, to draw me.” You smile and her face lights up, you tilt your head as a grin stretches her face. “Are you asking for me to draw-“ “Cheryl no I want to say it!” She clamps a hand over your mouth. “Draw you like one of those French girls.” She winks and you glare before licking her hand, she wipes it down your face laughing as you cringe.

“It’s your spit, don’t look so disgusted.” “Yes, and it’s supposed to stay in my mouth.” “You say as you lick my hand.” She arches an eyebrow  at you and you shrug. “You stole my line.” “I wasn’t aware we’re on the Titanic now.” You half pounce on her pulling her into as tight of a hug as you can manage. “I’ll never let go Jackkkk” You both end up laughing holding each other as you fall asleep.

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Our Little Secret Part 12

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Series: Our Little Secret

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 //

Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 (Final)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,376

Summary: Y/N Gilbert tried to put Mystic Falls - it’s problems, and her whirlwind romance with Klaus Mikaelson - behind her after she graduated, but all it takes is one unusual phone call to bring her right back to where she started and into the path of her first love as she races to solve the mystery threatening the lives of everyone in her home town.

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce // @april-14-blog // @akshi8278 // @keiko0 // @mylovehes // @your-new-mom // @mikaelson-emma​

“I haven’t been back here since graduation,” you voiced, needing to fill the void with something as you made your way through the school, conversation being the best way you could think of to keep everyone awake and alert.

“I remember,” Klaus replied, glancing back at you with careful eyes, checking to make sure you were okay. He seemed to hesitate before speaking again, seeming unsure whether he even should. “I tried to find you, after everything went down, I- you know what, it doesn’t matter now.” He shook his head.

You felt oddly heavy but you forced yourself to remain upright, trying not to think about the weight of the weapon in your hands as you mulled over what Klaus had said, and what he hadn’t. Why had he been trying find you? 

“Guess we’re not going to be sneaking up to the roof tonight,” you joked, earning a slight smile. It had always been your secret rendezvous with Klaus, a place where you could just be together, looking out at the stars and the town everythinng else always felt so far away. You’d been untouchable in those moments.

“Simpler times,” he said with a touch of nostalgia, mind no doubt going where yours had. You felt a bit of a pang then, your happier memories replaced by those that followed your sister and friends finding out about your little secret.

“There was nothing simple about it,” you reminded him, remembering your glorious dance at the ball, your nights in a cell, and your goodbyes.

He was solemn and silent for a moment. “I owe you for doing this,” he said honestly.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you reminded him. He hadn’t been the one to ask you to come back here, and even if he had, no one forced you. For all your talk about leaving Mystic Falls behind, you’d do anything to protect the people in this town.

“I do though - I’ve put you in an impossible position, yet again,” he sighed.

“Don’t, I knew what I was getting into then and I know what I’m getting into now,” you insisted, hand going out to his arm as you locked eyes. Unstoppable force meeting immovable object - you were both stubborn as hell, so he knew he wasn’t going to convince you otherwise. 

Instead he just nodded, resigning a little but still not entirely accepting your answer, ever needing to shoulder the burden.

“I left so I wouldn’t die here, seems the universe has a cruel sense of humour, because right now there’s no where else I’d rather be,” you said quieter, the thought playing in your head since you’d arrived. Everything you’d done to escape this place, make some kind of normal life, and here you were, sneaking through your old high school wielding a crossbow. 

“You won’t,” Klaus told you earnestly, pausing to check the coast was clear as you neared the hall.

“None of us will,” Ric said from behind you, matching Klaus’ tone as he willed himself to power through, the tiredness in his eyes impossible to hide as you got closer to the centre of... whatever this was. 

A noise in a nearby classroom had you all on edge, your reaction time definitely slower than it should have been as you prepared to face whatever was behind the door. 

Klaus and Ric shared a look, some kind of silent communication going on between then as the students cast nervous glances at one another. Ric took a step towards the door, counting down to Klaus, who pulled the door open on three, ready to attack.

“Dad!” A voice gasped, all of you equal parts shocked and relieved as you found yourselves face to face with Hope Mikaelson.

“Hope,” Klaus exhaled, pulling his daughter into a tight embrace as you lowered your weapons. 

Klaus’ eyes were gleaming as he took a step back, checking his daughter over to make sure she was alright before she went to greet the others, who were all equally happy to see her alive and well.

Well, maybe not equally.

You could see the protective way Klaus tensed when Hope hugged Landon, their touch lingering a little too long for his liking as he cleared his throat, Landon jumping back to a respectable distance as Hope rolled her eyes. 

She fixed her attention on you. “So, you must be Y/N,” she said. You had no idea what she knew about you, at all, but she didn’t say it with any malice, just... curiosity. 

“Yeah, I got your call,” you told her with a faint smile, taking her in for the first time. She was a Mikaelson alright, you could see that straight away.

“Sorry,” she told you, genuinely apologetic, “but so many people were already asleep and aunt Freya said New Orleans was affected too-” 

You cut her off, realising she should probably take a breath. “It’s fine Hope, I’m happy to help,” you promised, meaning every word as you look to Klaus for a moment. Even before you’d known the whole town was affected, she was still Klaus’ daughter and he was still... Klaus.

“You just left, you shouldn’t have just left, what were you thinking?” There was a chorus from Klaus and Ric, though you weren’t sure who said what as they reprimanded her for leaving the school grounds. You offered her a look of sympathy, but it wasn’t your place, they were also kind of right.

“I had to find out what we were up against, I had to find a way to stop it,” Hope insisted, carrying that weight of the world burden on her shoulders that reminded you of your twin.

“Did you?” M.G. asked, nervously glancing around. It was safe for now, but staying here for too long wasn’t wise; and you figured he’d seen enough movies to know that.

“Dozens of them came out of the Malivore pit, vampires but... energy draining, they can go out in the daylight too, I think it just drains them more,” Hope told you what she knew which, unfortunately, was pretty similar to what you’d already figured out.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this but they don’t seem... capable?” You tried to articulate, your brain way too cloudy to think straight, but they seemed to understand what you meant. Those vampires had been feral, to magically put a whole town to sleep... “How are they doing this?”

“There’s a powerful witch directing them, or controlling them, I’m not sure,” Hope explained, earning wide eyes from your group. Now this part, you absolutely had not known. Hope continued hurriedly: “She came out of the pit too, she- I think she created them, experimenting on normal vampires and turning them into these... things, and got put into Malivore for it.” 

You still weren’t entirely versed on the ins and outs of this Malivore thing they’d been dealing with, but none of that was good news. 

“Who? Why?” Josie asked what you were all wanting to know, “and to target New Orleans too...” Something popped into your head, a theory, maybe, a connection made somewhere in your mind, but it slipped away as a wave of dizziness washed over you. 

The others didn’t notice, thankfully, but it was only a matter of time before you lost the battle to remain conscious.

“I don’t know, but whoever they are, they’re here at the school,” Hope confirmed, “I’ve been trying to get to the hall, I hid in here to try and come up with another game plan, but there’s just so many of them.” A cry echoed down the halls as if on cue, bouncing off the walls as an icy shiver went down your spine.

“You’re not alone now, we’re here,” Landon reassured her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. He kept hold, but Klaus allowed it, realising that there would be time later to thoroughly scare the young man and demand to know his intentions for his daughter. 

It was an amusing thought, and it was encouraging to know you still thought there’d be a later.

“We’ll do this together,” Klaus said, looking at Hope but addressing the group as you all readied yourself.

“What are we waiting for?”

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writing fanficiton is so silly sometimes because why i am trying to find layouts for underground tunnels in D.C. right now

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Libby wished Harvey would have asked her to help with his costume. That’s all she could think as he approached her from across the Pit; all she could think as memories of them huddled together as kiddos, cutting and taping furiously on Halloween’s past flitted through her head. She wasn’t sure she would have even said yes if he had asked... She wasn’t sure if they were speaking at all, really. The nostalgia would have been intoxicating, though, she thought. The memories - the chance to reminisce - would have been worth the annoyance of his showing up on her doorstep. Maybe even enough to pull her out of the void that she felt herself drifting into that very night. Oh well, though. 

“Where are your pussycats, Josie?” Libby raised an eyebrow when Harvey was close enough to hear her over  the music, but the hint of a smile on the edge of her lips let him know that she was playing nice. She was being a good girl tonight. Cool, and calm; collected, and unfeeling. No, Libby couldn’t risk feeling on a night like tonight - couldn’t let Harvey the Invisible - Harvey the Avoiding - make her do it. “It’s definitely costume contest material, but the sweater could definitely use some work.” Libby had to fight herself not to reach out and crinkle the construction paper taped to his chest with her fingers. She suddenly felt embarrassed for her lack of costume. “I could have ironed something on for you.” I wouldn’t have. But I could have.

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Fic updates & timeline 🥰

Here is my current prompt list and potential timeline. 

I’m currently participating in the @t100fic-for-blm initiative, and I am working through those prompts in the order I’ve received them. I appreciate all of you guys being patient (especially with my WIPs that have taken a backseat for the initiative), and I’m excited for what’s coming down the pipeline! At the moment, I am not accepting new prompts until I can work through this list. <3 

The rest is under the cut, but here is an up-to-date look at my fic list: 

Current ongoing projects

Upcoming fics 

WIPS I swear I haven’t abandoned 

Current ongoing projects

Wreck Jroth Club Fic Collab 

Would you choose the end of war and suffering in your own lifetime if it meant the end of every other universe, too—including ones where you, your friends, and your family are happy and at peace?

Or, the S7 finale rewrite where Clarke experiences some of these other lifetimes and makes the ultimate choice of whether or not the end of suffering in her own reality is worth sacrificing infinite others where things might have gone differently.

An angsty fic collab where different writers from the Bellarke fandom write different chapters as part of an overarching story. Each intro is written by me, as well as the first chapter, last chapter, and a few sprinkled in the middle. Follow @wreck-jroth-club for updates! 

Bellarke Big Bang - Find me in the light 

While I can’t unveil the premise just yet, I am a writer, creator, and mod alongside @animmortalist for Bellarke Big Bang 2021! First chapter will publish in June, but I’ll be working on this fic in my spare time between now and then.  Y’all, get ready for some ANGST. I haven’t been this excited about a fic in a long time. 

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Upcoming fics 

Linctavia prompt — official title TBD

Prompted by @1munequita

Linctavia as sexually frustrated parents whose daughter continually interrupts them. 

Cross my heart - official title TBD 

Prompted by @thecspenciskillingme

Gallagher Girls AU! 

Normal 18-year-old girls graduate high school and then go off to college with their friends. Maybe they join a sorority. Hell, maybe they get a boyfriend or girlfriend and fall in love. They sleep in and skip class and stay up late with their equally normal friends.

But Clarke Griffin has never been normal.

It comes with the territory of being the daughter of two renowned spies for the CIA. Clarke had been raised to speak seven languages and be able to change her entire appearance with nothing but a pair of nail clippers and some shoe polish. She wasn't built for normal.

Angsty. Spy shit. Multi-chapter. 

I see a monster’s eyes in the mirror - official title TBD 

Prompted by @constellationbellamy 

S6/7 AU — Bellamy got nightblood in S6 when Josie took him prisoner, and Bellamy is who Slim Sheidy "takes over" in S7. Fulfilling all of our void!Bellamy dreams without the religious indoctrination ala Steve and Etherea. Also, there will finally be a reason why no one killed Slim Sheidy as soon as they realized he was back. 

Is this potentially the angstiest idea I’ve ever had? 120% But don’t worry, it’ll have a happy ending. My name is not Jason. 

Criminal Minds AU - official title TBD

Prompted by @constellationbellamy​ 

A Bellarke Criminal Minds AU. 

Song prompt: Let You Down by NF

Prompted by @edgelessness

Everyone thinks Clarke has the perfect life, including her best friend's older brother Bellamy. But that's far from the truth.

Angsty AF.

Bear Grylls AU - official title TBD 

Prompted by @slyth-princess 

A collab between myself and @writetheniteaway for Beardcave. 

Don’t expect me to fall in love with her, too - official title TBD

Prompted by @writetheniteaway

Against all odds, Steve Doucette fell in love with Bellamy Blake. And Bellamy fell for him, too. But once they start rebuilding back on Earth after the "the last war” and transcendence turns out to be a myth, Steve starts to realize exactly what Bellamy meant in the cave when he said Octavia and Clarke were the most important people in his life.

As he gets to know the blonde, he can see the deep connection that exists between her and Bellamy. They are part of each other’s souls, and Steve can’t help but admire the way they are together. He’s not going to stand in the way of their relationship, whatever it is — after all, he was raised believing you could love more than one person equally. He knows Bell loves him, and he’s okay with the knowledge that Bellamy loves Clarke, too. But just because he understands why his boyfriend loves her doesn’t mean he has plans to fall in love with her himself.

Then again, you know what they say about well-laid plans.

Angsty. Sappy. <3 The OT3 we deserve. Multi-chapter.

Two sides of a coin — official title TBD

Prompted by @sparklyfairymira

Bellarke/Jeresa crossfic for all you QotS fans! Teresa and James are trying to establish themselves in the Dallas market, but DEA agents Clarke and Bellamy are determined to not make it easy. Throughout the fic, both sides will start to understand the other a little more and learn how to coexist without sacrificing their livelihoods or their integrity.

Angsty AF. Multi-chapter.

WIPs I swear I haven’t abandoned 

Since joining the BLM initiative, my focus has shifted away from WIP updates and toward completing prompts as they come in. To be honest, I was not expecting to receive as many prompts as I have (which is amazing on so many levels), so I apologize for how long it’s been since some of my fics have been updated. 

I appreciate you all being patient, but here are the WIPs I swear I haven’t abandoned! If anyone wants to prompt chapter updates for the BLM initiative, that will help get these on the prios list sooner. But otherwise, these bad boys will still get done. Albeit more slowly.  

I'm gonna get myself back home to you 

S4/5 AU where Bellarke gets together before he goes to the Ring, and he never believes she’s really dead. Told from multiple POVs before, during, and after the Ring. 

Next update: Ch. 6 — March 2021 

Intertwining Your Soul 

Arranged marriage grounder fic. 

Next update: Ch. 12 - March 2021

Amor vincit onmia 

S7 rewrite to spite Jason. 

Next update: Ch. 2 — March 2021 

There are some things written in the stars

Timeless AU

Next update: Ch. 4 - April 2021

Choices We Make 

Greys Anatomy AU. 

Next update: Ch. 9 - April 2021 

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If you’ve made it to the end of this long-ass update post, I commend you. lol But hopefully for those of you wondering when certain things will be published or what upcoming fics you can expect from me, this provides some clarity! 

You may have noticed I took off the expected publish dates. I’m trying like hell to stick to a schedule, but I can’t make any promises and I hated letting anyone down if something didn’t get published on the expected date. 

Shoutout to my BAHSA babes for keeping me sane, thebellarkes Discord for enabling my angsty-ass fic ideas (and for prompting me for BLM to write a ton of said ideas). Forever grateful for a community of people who support my writing! 

Come hang out with me on AO3 @stealing-jasons-job or Twitter @stealjasonsjob! 

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Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018), The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Penelope Park/Josie Saltzman, Penelope Park & Josie Saltzman, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Penelope Park, Josie Saltzman, Finn Collins, Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Lizzie Saltzman, Hope Mikaelson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Penelope has a motorcycle, Waitress Josie, Slow Burn, Posie Endgame, ? - Freeform, But also, not rly?, they're getting to know each other ok, Shy babies, just crack honestly, First fic be gentle, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary:

The death of her father left a void in Penelope that she thought could never be filled. Her relationship with her mother became strained to the point where they're barely on speaking terms after an accident that scarred Penelope in more ways than one. After spending time at the local diner one day, she meets Josie. Josie's smile is sweet and she looks at Penelope with a look in her eye that she has never seen before. They have an instant connection but can Penelope let Josie through the walls she built over the last few years?

Summaries are hard so this is tentative.

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Missed it by 4 days but happy 1st birthday to my first posie fic and first ever AO3 fic periodt

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Maledicite Terrae (Curses 3)

Word Count - 2600

  “Have you decided on the tattoo you want putting on you tonight?” Remus asked as we both walked down to the library to study for our potions test.

“I’m not sure, I was thinking of a duck, I’ll show you the sketch I made in potions today,” I said to Remus opening the library door for us. “Speaking of potions do you got the notes?” I asked making Remus chuckle a bit.

“Yeah, you are James is so bad for not taking notes,” Remus said shaking his head, pulling out my chair and walking to the other side of the table and sitting down.

“Look this is what I was thinking,” I said to Remus, pulling out my sheet of paper that was supposed to have my notes written on it. “It’s this one, ignore everything else,” I said to him, pointing to the little duck, representing Ducky on the paper.

“I could do it, James and Peter have more complicated ones, well Sirius is just some footsteps under his right peck and a paw print leading up to them,” Remus explained looking back at the sheet of paper in front of us. “What's this one?” He asked pointing to the looking glass I drew.

“It's a looking glass, seeing into the future is what it represents,” I said without thinking anything of it. “I might get this one,” I pointed to the one in the top right corner, a dragon.

“I can do it tonight, I was thinking of the phases of the moon right here,” Remus said lifting his arm up, looking down at his scar filled arm, pointing to an almost empty spot.

“I like it, Remus, what does it mean?” I asked him taking my paper away, taking one more glance at the paper then tossing it in my bag.

“Just an inside joke of mine, and the other three, what does Ducky and the looking glass mean?” He replied asking the same thing.

“James calls me Ducky cause appeared to him I’m a duck,” I explained, smirking at myself. “The looking glass is just a look in the future, know what to expect,” I said rubbing my hands together under the table.

“That would be a nice quote for under the looking glass, so it doesn't look so bland,” Remus said taking out his notes. “Now come on, I said I’d help you study,” He smirked tossing papers in front of me, making me wanna barf.

“Are you almost done?” James asked Remus who both sat on the floor, James laying on his back, looking up at Remuwhose’s wand was pressed against his stomach. “How does it look?” He asked trying to look at his stomach.

“The antlers turned out great, I’m done,” Remus said taking his wand off James' stomach, causing him to sit up and look, right under his left peck, a pair of antlers laid.

“Peter are you ready, your next,” Sirius said tapping Peter on the back. Peter took off his shirt and laid on his stomach, putting his hands on his forehead so he wasn't completely laying on the ground. Remus gently put his wand in the middle of Peters back, slowly forming a pair of bats running away from the moon.  “Awesome,” Sirius whispered then looked at me with a smile.

“Sirius come on, your next,” Remus said, looking at his own tattoo on his arm, slowly turning a less colour of red and now a normal colour of black and white. “Ready?” he asked as Sirius took off his shirt and laid down on his back.

“Ready as ever, right here the footprints and the two paws right here, please,” Sirius asked pointing to his right peck. “You’ll have to teach me this spell, so I don’t have to come back to you bugging you,” He said to Remus making him chuckle. Remus took his wand off Sirius, causing him to stand up, a pair of footprints trailed to his nipple, stopping there then two large pawprints laid above. 

“My turn,” I said prying my eyes away from Sirius’ stomach and taking his spot beside Remus. “I think the duck should be right here?” I asked now nervous, lifting up my shirt, and revealing my ribs, pointing my finger to the middle of my left rib cage and then closing my eyes.

“Okay then,” Remus said with a smile, putting his wand on my ribcage, only came with a bit of stinging. “That one did,”  Remus said causing me to open my eyes and look down at the duck now sitting on my ribcage. “Where's the next one?” He asked.

I turned around, lifting my whole shirt up revealing my back to him. “Just across my back, and the words you said earlier please,” I asked, I looked up to James who was looking at me with a smile. Remus’ wand touching my back, making my flinch a bit with the stinging following, After a couple minutes of staring at my feet his wand came off my back.

“This is awesome,” Peter said sitting on his bed shirtless, every boy in this room but Remus was shirtless, but they all were looking at their tattoos.

“That's my cue to go,” I said to the four who were looking at eachother then placing their eyes on me. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay,” I said looking around with a smile then turning around to walk out of the room. I stopped right outside their door, leaning on the wall with a smile.

“Hey,” James said to me, walking out of the room. “I like the duck,” He said with a smile. “Can I see your back one, I didn't really get to see it,” He asked so I turned around, moving my shirt up.

“Represents the future you know,” I said to him staring in front of my nervous. “And it's special, they're both special,” I put my shirt down and turned around to James. “They both something that only we understand,” I said with a smile wrapping my hands around him.

“Dean better not hurt you, or he’s a dead man,” James whispered in my ear. “You looked happy on your date last Saturday, the happiest I’d ever seen you in years,” He continued saying laying his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you for not hexing him into next week,” I smirked making myself laugh. “I want you to not worry about me with those things,” I said looking at him. “Nothing will ever break the bond we have together, no one,” I promised him.

“Goodnight Josie,” James said running his hand through my blonde hair. “Don’t change for anyone, this world is too good for you,” He said turning on his feet and walking back into his room. I did the same, walking down the hallway and entering my room to all the girls sleeping. 

“Goodnight guys,” I whispered to the three of them fast asleep, crawling into my own bed and falling fast asleep. Not long I woke up in a large circles room. Looking down at my hands, I pinched myself hoping that it would wake me up but nothing happened not this time. 

“In here!” I heard then a door swung open with six kids falling to the ground, stopping mid-air so they would hit the ground soft. I walked up to the four who stood in the middle of the room. 

“James?” I said to myself putting my hand out to the kid in front of me. He was the perfect representation of James, looking just like him. But one difference, a scar on his forehead.

“Get behind me!” He yelled to his friends holding a profit in his hands, his friends behind him as black smoke entered the room around the six, ruffling and screaming filled the air.

“Betrix,” I muttered looking around the room, the black smoke was people, the dark lords following. Stopping at Betrix I walked over to her. “I could kill you,” I muttered then looked at the boy who stood in front of her with a wand at his neck. “Alice and Frank,” I said with a smile looking at their son who stood in front of me. “I’m too far,” I said to myself turning back to the boy who looked at James in the center of the room with a white-haired man standing in front of him.

“Don’t give it to him!” Alice and Franks's kid screamed causing me to look back at him then back at the scared boy handing the profit to the man, white gusts of light appear in the room, Sirius Black stood in front of me. Remus right behind him. I walked to Remus putting my hand to his face knowing he wouldn't know, Remus turned into a ball of light disappearing in front of me.

“Sirius?” I said walking up to him, he was much older, his hair was curled and he had a mustache, one I wanted to touch, he stood with the boy in his arms hugging him.

“Harry you need to go, take your friends back and go,” He said to the boy. Harry was his name. I looked behind as one of the death eaters tossed a spell hitting the rock that they hid behind.

“I’m staying here, I’m fighting with you!’ Harry yelled following Sirius into the battlefield. They fought with the white-haired man and another. Harry knocked the wand out of the other man's hand.

“Nice ones James!” Sirius shouted making both Harry and I look at him, I walked up to Sirius and looked at him, stood in front of him just watching him with a smile. A red light went through my stomach, stunning both Sirius and me, never has a spell in my dreams affected me.

I watched Sirius fall into a void that stood in front of us, Disappearing and dying at that moment, the scream of Harry rung my ears. “NOO!” I screamed running into the void but waking up in my bed, sweat-filled everything, my hands shaking my face wet from crying, black strands of hair landed on my face, not very noticeable to a half-asleep Lily.

“What's wrong?” Lily said worriedly. “Another nightmare again?” She asked knowing that it was, it wasn't the first time this happened but nothing like that has ever happened.

“I have to go,” I screamed throwing my blanket off me, waking everyone else up in the room but I didn't care, nothing matters in my head right now. “I’m sorry,” I cried at the girls swinging the door open and closed and running down to the common room and up the stairs to the boy's room, quieting myself.

“Sirius,” I whispered in his ear poking his head, he didn't wake up at first until I poked him harder. “Sirius,” I whispered again.

“Josie, what the hell are you doing?” He muttered rubbing his eyes, the moonlight shunned right on him. I didn't give him a chance to ask anything else before I wrapped my arms around him.

“I just had a nightmare I’m sorry,” I whispered crying into his arms. “Please don’t tell James about this,” I asked him leaning into him.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” He asked running his hands on the back of my head. “I won't tell anyone,” He whispered.

“I can’t tell you,” I whispered looking at his face. “Can we go to the common room?” I asked him wiping my tears away. “Please,” I added.

“Of course, I’ll meet you down there,” He said kissing the top of my head and letting me go. “be quiet,” he whispered as I walked passed James, looking at him then prying my eyes away and walking down to the common room, sitting on the couch and just staring at the fire.

“You telling me your dirty secrets now?” He asked jumping over the couch, shirtless and sitting beside me. “Didn't take long for me to gain your trust,” He joked smiling but stopped when I didn't look at him and didn't smile back.

“You can’t tell James that I told you please, he would be so angry, angry that I told you,” I mumbled looking away from the fire and turning my whole body so I was facing. Sirius nodded his head at me. I looked at him for a minute, thinking back to my dream, they always come true, never has one been fake. “I’m sorry,” I cried out wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.

“You can tell me, Josie, you can trust me, I promise,” Sirius said grabbing my hand, holding my cold hands to his warm ones. I stayed silent not know what to say. “Josie,” Sirius said snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I can’t, not right now Sirius,” I mumbled leaning my head on the couch, his hands didn’t move from mine but kept still.

“I understand Josie,” Sirius said letting out a long breath. “Can I tell you something about myself,” He asked causing me to open my eyes. I nodded my head at him. “My whole family thinks I'm nothing anymore, since I’m not like them, and I can’t leave, I could never go back if I do,” He said, I sat up and looked at him.

“Sirius,” I whispered putting my hand on his face. “I’m always gonna be here for you, always,” I smiled bringing him into a hug. “My hairs blonde again,” I chuckled after waking up with black hair.

“Guess I helped, you know I think it’s pretty cool, how you could change your whole appearance in a though, I wish I was like that,” Sirius said smirking, letting go of my hands and leaning on the back of the couch. “But it’s not like you need to,” He chuckled making me smile.

“You don’t need to either, well I mean it would help with the bags under your eyes,” I joked punching Sirius playfully on his shoulder.

“Are you going back to bed?” Sirius asked looking at the window behind me. “The sun is coming up, I guess we’ve been talking for longer then I thought,” He chuckled.

“I can’t, not after what I saw,” I mumbled covering my mouth. “I mean in my nightmare, I could never go to sleep after I have them,” I said nervously smiling.

“I’ll stay up with you, it’s the least I can do, what are friends for, after all, Sirius chuckled putting his feet up on the ottoman that sat in front of the couch. “So tell me, Josie, when do I get to know the rest about all your dirty little?” Sirius said making me laugh and put my feet on top of his, leaning back on the couch, half on Sirius.

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“OH SAMMY BOY, YOU TRULY THOUGHT IT WAS GRANDPA DEAR.“ the demon speaks through the foreign body of the winchester, abaddon had always intended to possess henry, and if it wasn’t for josie, it would’ve been a reality a long time ago. henry’s green eyes turn into the familiar shade of black, voided as the demon laughs through the lips of the man. “you wnchesters, always sacrificing one for the other. even henry here. oh, he is very much awake, by the way. screaming ,scratching.” and another laugh. knowing well the hunter is know in a trapped position. @sunsymbols​

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19. BEST OUTFITS/LOOKS IN SEASON SEVEN.

totally biased, but i loved all the raven looks this season. she had a lot, and i’m glad she ended in her signature red at the end. she is so beautiful.

(but, i am sad most of the season she had that face wound.)

23. BEST VILLIANS IN THE SERIES.

CAGE.

i’m not sure i really liked him, but i thought that the concept of this secondary group on earth posing an even bigger threat to be interesting!!

DIYOZA & MCCREARY.

while diyoza had her “redemption arc” - i really loved her and mccreary being holy terrors for our protagonists, they were just really really fun.

JOSEPHINE.

but speaking of fun - josephine. she is the best. i loved her as og!josie, other blondie!josie, old!josie, and clarke!josie. everyone should be her...

31. FAVOURITE ACTORS.

RICHARD HARMON.

OF COURSE... the man who brought my fave to life. murphy had such a long journey, and i just loved seeing richard have so much FUN with it.

highlight: giving his backstory in 2x01, and singing in 6x01.

LINDSEY MORGAN.

raven reyes is such a representative character, and i think lindsey handled it all beautifully. her strength, her pain, her intelligence — her heart.

highlight: all of void!raven, and all of raven’s journey in 4x11.

JR BOURNE.

i honestly didn’t care for either of the russell or sheidheda villain arcs, but jr made it bearable...

highlight: sheidheda — especially killing the faithful in 7x09.

MICHAEL BEACH.

he really shone in his scenes, especially the one i’m going to highlight - one of the best callback cameos the show has... in my humble opinion.

highlight: octavia seeing him in whatever that was in 6x09.