#oc: jude st clair

[mikaelsrose]

part two: the lights of new york

Pairing: Tyril x m!OC (Jude St. Clair)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow; modern au!

Word count: 4600

Rating: T

Warnings: cursing, mention of alcohol, mention of drugs 

Category: short-series, modern au

A/n: here's an insight into Jude's life, you're free to hate me for what I did

Tag list: @cashweasel @starlight-starfury @lilyoffandoms @lazypartridge @watatsumi-island @sophie-summer @brycesgirl @choicesficwriterscreations

pinterest boards: Tyril | Jude | Tyril x Jude

playlist: there's a change! »here's« a new one for those who're interested

Tuesday

afterhours. 

Numb, exhausted, and terribly cold, Jude sat sprawled on a particularly uncomfortable red leather couch with his eyes glued to the massive neon sign with the club’s name. afterhours. Accurate, he thought. It used to be his favourite spot in Manhattan whenever he visited the States as a teenager. Always surrounded by a group of attention seeking leechers, people vying for his attention, buying him drinks, offering drugs, or even themselves. Unfortunately, this was Jude's reputation—opiate enthusiast, ladykiller, family's black sheep. The name St. Clair meant influence. It was enough to be photographed next to him once, and one could be catapulted into stardom, fleeting but enough for a start of a career. 

Jude closed his eyes for a few seconds, feeling the familiar burning sensation and tears forming under his eyelids. 

Woozy, overstimulated, drunk, on drugs. Pathetic. Someone offered to change location, saying it’s well past midnight. He felt a nudge on his arm but waved them off, and soon he was left alone in their lounge, with a dirty table full of empty glasses and white powder remains. He stared at his phone for a long time before finding the strength to pick it up and search for the right number. 

Drugs didn’t give him the desired effect any more, at least not to the desired degree. Jude yawned and allowed the tears to roll down his cheeks, hoping they would ease the burning sensation. 

“Please, pick me up,” Jude cried into the phone ten minutes later, 

That night, after eighteen months under strong encouragement of his company, his strong will broke, and he joined his posse in what they liked to call “happy-pill-sharing,” and then continued to fill his stomach with rum based cocktails. By the time he called James, he was barely conscious.

Wednesday

The perks of being born into a family of multimillionaires include: being spoiled rotten, having the access to the best of everything, and, as in Julian St. Clair’s case, unlimited access to high quality drugs. Growing up, he had everything his little heart desired as well as the best schools, tutors, and healthcare. Léa St. Clair, Jude’s mother, despite having spent hundreds of hours on reading parenting books, made a cardinal mistake in raising her long-awaited, prayed for child—she treated him as her best friend rather than a son. Having failed with her first two sons, she was desperate to have at least one worthy heir to the family’s legacy, but as it turned out, the young St. Clair had always been somewhat rebellious, always pushing the limits of the law and people’s patience with him. The moment Léa realized her mistake, Jude was already fifteen, and she just ended the call with the school principal, who claimed her son was found on the school property while partaking in sexual activities with another student. Forty minutes later, her heart sank even deeper when she learned the student was Vena Starfury’s son. She remembered vividly the poorly hidden smirk of the principal when he said Julian was under the influence of drugs—he knew the school budget was about to be very generously aided.

That evening, Léa raised a hand at her son for the first time, giving vent to her emotions; it was an event that Jude will forever wear painted on his face as his mother’s expensive rings left a scar on his cheekbone. Later that afternoon along with her husband, Léa announced that Julian will transfer to London where his rather strict and conservative aunt, Léa’s sister, would take care of him. She pinned her hopes in Elisabeth to smarten up her son. However, it soon emerged that Julian was on a slippery slope and way too far to be helped in ways that didn’t involve incapacitation.  

James sighed heavily before splashing his tired face with cold water. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought how little has changed since Jude and him were in high school and most of their nights looked exactly like this—Jude mixing drugs with alcohol, drowning his emotions in vodka, fooling around with that Starfury guy, and him helping him sneak back into the fortress of a home or letting him crash on his sofa. Almost unwillingly, his hand opened the cabinet above the sink, his eyes following his own reflection in the mirror, trying to delay the moment of looking inside. Dicodid, Vicodin, Exalgo, Percodan. James scanned the etiquettes, cursing in his mind. The exact same starter pack as the one they used back in the days when they would go clubbing almost every night in London.   

“What the fuck are you doing with your life, Jules?”

Having closed the cabinet, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, wondering whether it’s loathing or pity he felt for himself. Whichever one of those options it was, he also felt compassion for his friend. James understood how difficult it was to get out of addiction, at least the one that started as a way to relax and become a member of London’s elite clubbing “boy club.” The requirements were rather simple: be rich, attend Cambridge, be ready to party hard. Now that he thought of it he felt resentment, but back in the day, being accepted into the group was Julian and his most important task. That’s where Jude gained his popularity, being labelled as the “pretty, sad boy” - a title that was not too far from the truth. Unlike James, Julian fell into the trap of addiction easily, since he was used to taking abnormal amounts of pain relievers since he was sixteen. 

James was known as the one responsible for the break-up of the group after a year of joining - praised by many for that decision but critiqued by even more. He was able to quit drugs easily, but as it soon turned out, Julian needed the intervention of professionals. 

He shook his head. It was definitely loathing.

“We need to have you up and running by the evening, Jules, so please try to get your shit together.”

Jude looked about the spacious venue, smiling to himself at the overwhelming amounts of white marble, long, white candles, and his family’s favourite Juliet Roses crowded in multiple massive, ceramic planters. His mother certainly knew how to project an image of an elegant, influential, wealthy family. 

His gaze focused on the familiar piano player until his mother blocked the view.

“Julian, I need you to behave tonight, this is an important event.”

He sighed heavily. “I’m a big boy, mom.”

“You tend to forget that,” she concluded curtly, and straightened his tie. “Find Adira, socialize with her. It’s good press.”

Jude rolled his eyes in response but agreed reluctantly. Soon, his brothers joined him.

“How do you like the set-up, Jay?”

James wrapped an arm around his neck and reached for a champagne flute carried by a passing-by waitress. 

“I love our family reunions, there's always so much drama,” Jude chattered, swirling his wine glass, jaded. 

"You are the cause of all the drama," Pierre rolled his eyes.

James snickered. "Attention-whore."

"Please don't mess it up at least once? It's important for dad," the oldest St. Clair continued, staring his brother down. Jude shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. It's not like I was going to make out with Adira on the dance floor or something."

"Don't complain, Jules,” James chipped in. “You can say what you want about mom, but she has your type down pat—tall, skinny, rich, and pretty fucking annoying," he teased.

"Only if she had a dick."

Pierre groaned. "Oh my god, just shut. You," Pierre pointed at James. "No stupid, suggestive comments, and you," his finger slid towards Jude. "Just don't be yourself. Sit still and look pretty."

"Aye."

“And grow the fuck up, it’s high time.”

After spending about half an hour with Pierre and James, Jude went on the prowl for his mother’s choice of a perfect daughter-in-law, that is Jude’s wife. It didn’t matter much that he refused ten years ago to form any kind of relationship with Adira, and he didn’t change his mind, Léa invited her to all important events just so the two of them would be seen in one room. Adira was something of a damage control after all of Julian’s excesses.

"I was a good boy all night, mom!"

"Julian, stop this tomfoolery. Grandma Eloise said that the injury reared its head."

"The pain is never gone. It just so happens to increase in intensity when I'm in this house," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Must be a trauma response after kicking me out or something."

Léa clenched her fists. "I don't need the press to focus on your foolish injury, Julian," she said curtly and handed him a key. "You know where to go. Don't make us look bad."

For a short second, he looked into his mother's cold eyes, desperately searching for the crumbs of motherly affection and care, yet was met with icy indifference. Don't make us look bad. He smiled contemptuously. That's not what she'd say to his brothers, no. Pierre and James heard, “I'm proud of you.” Sometimes “Make us proud.” Julian watched his mother's lean back disappear behind the mahogany door, and he cursed. You know where. 

It was almost 11. He rubbed his tired eyes and fighting the urge to stay there and go to sleep, Jude got up, feeling woozy and slightly unsteady on his feet, and made his way back to the party. Appearing, seemingly, out of the blue, Pierre nudged his shoulder. 

"The hell've you been?"

Jude looked at his tipsy oldest brother, and smiled. "Cig break," he nodded towards their father, who was revising his speech hastily. "Nils’ looking dapper as fuck, you think he's gonna announce his retirement?"

"I don't think he'd need that many cameras for that. It's something bigger."

James cursed under his breath, seeing the state his brothers were in. He took a place next to them by one of the few tables where there was any food left and helped himself to one of the last Gruyère and Crab palmiers. "This party is going fantastically. Dad's side chick is one of the guests, mother is murdering him with her stare, Pierre's tipsy and Jules' high. A strong family with values."

Julian ignored his remark. "What's the big announcement, smart ass?"

“No clue. I’m surprised he actually didn’t tell us.”

Jude rubbed his burning eyelids and crossed his arms on his chest, watching his father stoically deliver his well-rehearsed speech. He had trouble focusing on his words, though, having suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

He reached for the last full champagne flute.

"Our company has been very vocal about starting the research on that matter and finding the ultimate cure; however, that journey proved not only difficult but also incredibly expensive. We considered putting the research on hold, but old friends and business partners offered to aid us in this noble cause. One of the main sponsors will be Valir and Vena Starfury…"

Jude choked on the champagne he'd been drinking, causing several heads to turn in his direction. He turned around, coughing as silently as possible, dying inside, while James and Pierre covering him with their bodies.

"Jules, you’re causing drama."

Taking several feel breaths and wiping the tears off his cheeks, he finally retook his place, facing his father, who was thanking the family’s “old friends and generous benefactors.” 

"What a circus," James sighed. "Are we really so broke we have to partner with them?"

"It's good PR," Pierre hid his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “I suppose.” 

“How does it feel to see your nemeses again?”

Jude shrugged, watching Tyril’s parents intently. Vena still looked like a ghost, wearing a red, long, elegant dress, her thin arms wrapped around her husband’s. “I was at their party last week.”

“And you’re still in one piece?”

“I’m afraid Tyril isn’t, he hasn’t returned any of my calls since then.”

James eyed Vena inquiringly. “She does look like she’s grieving.”

“That’s just her face,” Pierre mumbled and took a seat, the exhaustion and alcohol finally catching up with his mind. “Let’s just hope this announcement means the party’s ending.” 

Nils rubbed his tired eyes, thankful that the party had come to an end. Social events were his wife’s forte, he was more than happy to be an arm candy. 

He eyed his youngest son up. "It's mutually beneficial. No stupid shenanigans," he pointed a finger at him. 

"Too late for that," Jude smirked to himself, before he thought of what he'd just said. 

"Julian, God as my witness, I will disown you if you're involved with that boy again."

He rolled his eyes theatrically, hoping nobody could sense his fear. "I meant Adira, chill, dad. We were making out on the terrace and a reporter caught us when we were about to—"

"Spare me the details," he cut him off curtly. "I warn you, Julian."

"Fine, I promise not to suck off the one that shall not be named in this house's dick, daddy. You might wanna take up with mom the drug distribution, though," he put the key on the table. "The disappointment is leaving the premises, see you when you need good press," he said with tongue in cheek. With his back towards his family, he sent them a peace sign before the door closed. He sighed with relief.

Thursday

The longed-for six in the afternoon approached and the sea of sweaty students flooded out of the field into the locker room, loudly discussing their plans for the weekend, making plans to hang out, talking about the English test. As always, Tyril sat down on the bench, waiting patiently for everyone else to leave, so he can take a quick shower and go home. The room emptied after more or less twenty minutes, therefore, he hung the towel over his shoulder and reached for the bag with toiletries when he heard shuffling. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Tyril's brows furrowed upon hearing the stream of swear words and despite his initial instinct to leave and not get caught up in other people's business, his legs were already leading him towards the last row of brand-new red, metal lockers. Seconds later, his eyes came across a tall, lean kid, clutching his right hand. 

His mouth produced a sentence before he could stop himself. "Do you need help?" 

Startled, the boy staggered back, hitting the locker's door with his elbow, which resulted in another wave of curses hitting Tyril's ears. Only then, he noticed blood dripping from the hand his companion was clutching.

"Get lost and don't even think of calling anyone," the blonde responded, wrapping the hand in the white shirt he took off his back. Not convincing enough to make Tyril leave, though. 

"You've left a trail of blood in your way, I don't need to tell anyone for them to notice."

“Shit,” the stranger concluded, realizing Tyril was right. He ruffled his already messy hair with the healthy hand and sighed loudly, trying to come up with a plan of how to get home without making any more mess and avoiding getting unwanted help. His eyes landed on Tyril, who stood astride with his hands crossed on his chest. “It’s fine, go back to what you were doing.”

“What did you even do?”

“Let it go.”

“Would you let it go if someone needed help?”

The boy gave Tyril an angry look. Making sure the stranger wouldn't run away, Tyril excused himself for a moment—in the meantime, Julian stepped back into the shower room and began cleaning up the mess hastily, not paying attention to the damage he was making. In a twisted, way the glass shards cutting through his skin felt almost pleasant, deserved, a feeling that was an old friend returning after a long separation. He threw the shards into the nearest bin and ripped several paper towels to wipe the blood off the white tiles when he heard a voice behind himself.

"I brought alcohol wipes and a bandage if you're still interested," Tyril said mockingly and immediately bit his tongue. 

"I'm Julian, by the way," the blonde spoke up. Tyril opened his mouth to introduce himself, but Julian intercepted him. "You're the Starfury kid, I know you. Your folks funded the library."

Slightly embarrassed and suddenly shy, Tyril didn’t look up from the cut. A few drops of blood fell onto his trousers.

“Shit, sorry,” Julian mumbled. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“No need. There, it should be fine until you get home,” Tyril responded, having tied up the bandage and looked up at his companion, only now realizing how scrutinisingly he’d been watched all this time.  

"Thanks, nurse. I guess you’re not as much of a stuck-up dick as they say.”

“Great, just what we needed,” James mumbled, seeing a tall figure enter the spacious living room. The man quickly made his way towards the open terrace door, wondering who was Jude’s guest. The second he stepped outside, he sneered.

“I’ve been calling you all week,” Tyril addressed his half-naked boyfriend who, pretending not to hear, continued to smoke his cigarette, watching the New York’s skyline. “Jude.”

“He’s completely fucked up—"

"I can see that, but what, pray tell, are you doing here?"

"Playing your boyfriend's sitter again while the two of you keep sneaking around to fuck in the closet. Where the hell've you been all week?"

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Tyril let out a tired sigh. James was one of his least-favourite people in the world. "Stop acting like you're doing me a favour, James, because we both know you're here only to make yourself feel better."

"Yet I'm still here while you've been cosying up to your ex fiancée— or was it that stray you fucked in seven different states?"

"What the fuck is your problem, James?"

"I'm tired of fixing him once you're done playing his boyfriend! Look at him! Are you proud of what you're doing to him? Take a good look, Ty, ‘cause I don't think the last time taught you anything."

"Just shut the fuck up, both of you," Jude scolded them, rubbing his eyes and finally turning around to face the fighting men. "Just shut up. I’m fine."

Having put out his cigarette, he approached Tyril and placed a short kiss on his lips, then made his way towards the kitchen. 

James shook his head. "You two bring out the worst in each other."

“Weren't you the one who partied with him for years?”

“I was also the one who took him to rehab, dickhead.”

“How noble of you to fix what you’ve broken.”

“Oh, piss off. Since you’re here, I’m heading home.”

“You’re high,” Tyril stated as he looked into his boyfriend’s dilated pupils. Jude’s eyes fogged for yet another time that night, and he had to avert his gaze. “Why?”

Jude shrugged. “Rough week, I guess?”

“Julian, don’t play dumb.”

“Then don't ask stupid questions.”

Tyril’s jaw tightened. “Alright, I have a better question—what happened back then in the locker room? What the hell did you do?”

“Oh fucking—, you just won’t drop it, will you?” Jude laughed, desperately, while his fingers tugged at the ends of his ruffled hair. Tyril noticed how his body trembled and wondered whether it’s caused by the drugs or the emotions. “I smashed the mirror with my hand! Does that answer satisfy you?! I got into an argument with my mother over the phone, and she pissed me off to such a degree,” his voice echoed within the empty halls. “I ruptured a nerve. It was sawn back together, but the damage was done,” he added quietly after a moment of silence. “The nerve is damaged, irreparable, and that shit hurts, Ty. Becoming addicted to opioids is a matter of time.”

Jude sprawled on the sofa, having suddenly felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the emotions. Tyril observed him, recollecting the memory of that day.

“Wouldn’t rupturing a nerve hurt much more?”

Praying in his mind that Jude won’t take that question as offence, Tyril slumped against the nearest wall with his back. It was too late for an argument, and Jude was already exasperated enough.

“Yeah, well, I made sure shit’ll stain when you left.”

“Can I see?”

Silence. Jude watched him for a while, silently, and Tyril was about to apologize for asking when his boyfriend agreed. When he took Julian’s arm in his hands, the first thing he noticed was a vertical scar, straight and pale, about ten centimetres long with barely perceptible tiny dots on each side. “It’s impossible not to notice, so how the hell did I manage to do that?”

“To be fair, I do a decent job in hiding it.”

Stupid. Tyril felt like an idiot, and, to crown it all, a selfish one. He really did only care about himself and noticed only what he wanted to. 

Focusing his gaze on the open balcony door which let in the chilly wind, he desperately leafed through his memory, trying to find at least one connected to that incident which he might have ignored, but to no avail. 

“Does your hand always twitch like this?”

“Yes, but usually not as hard.”

“Is that why you got addicted in the first place?”

Jude nodded. They sat in silence for a while, slightly shivering, Jude from the drugs, Tyril from the cold, pondering over what just happened. Tyril felt guilty. Maybe if he had found the time to see him, this wouldn't happen. Maybe if they hadn’t met, Jude’s life would be much better. Jude wondered if he did the right thing by telling Tyril the truth, knowing that he’d feel guilty, but he quickly cast that thought aside when he felt a wave of exhaustion wash all over him. 

“I won’t go back into rehab, Ty,” he mumbled indistinctly. Tyril watched him until he fell asleep on the sofa and covered him with a blanket.

Despite the exhaustion, Tyril did not get a wink of sleep that night, too anxious that his boyfriend would choke on his own vomit. Feeling helpless, he called the only person who could actually help. Adeline appeared at Jude’s doorstep minutes before six in the morning with two paper shopping bags filled to the brim.

"You have one hell of a nerve to ask for my help.”

"Why are you here, then?"

"I still have some respect left for Julian," she said, looking at his half-naked, unconscious body. "Unlike himself."

"Did you buy—"

"Of course I did, drop the stupid questions," she grunted, and made her way to the kitchen where she began unpacking the bags. "Take him to bed, we'll start tomorrow. He’ll probably wake up by the evening, make sure he eats, drinks a lot of water, and does not go to another party."

Tyril nodded, watching her gracious movements for a few more seconds before taking his boyfriends body into his arms and making his way towards the bedroom. Once his pale body was tucked in, Tyril pressed his lips to Jude’s temple.

"Stay," Jude mumbled, faintly catching his boyfriend's hand. Tyril crouched next to the bed and placed a kiss on his hand, waiting for him to fall back asleep.

"Why did you let him fall back like that, moron?" Adeline punched her exfiancé’s arm once he got close enough. She was furious. "How could you let that happen, knowing that we have done this before and that he was in rehab?!"

"Adeline, I'm not his guardian! We couldn't meet this week and—"

"Always excuses. You're never guilty."

"That's not true and you know that. During our relationship, I always took the blame."

"Not always, just when you were wrong, which happened most of the time," she mocked and resumed putting the groceries away. "You don't deserve good people in your life. It's truly a mystery to me how you get them. You destroy everyone."

He clenched his fists. "What do you mean?"

Adeline eyed him for a while in silence. Her action was disturbed by the fridge reminder to close the door. "Julian never hid that what pushed him towards his infamous drug-spree and joining that stupid club in London was your breakup. You cut him off, even though you had every possibility to keep in touch. Then, after many years of relationship, you basically left me at the altar to run away with a random whore. And what about her? Why aren't you with her, since she was so important to you? Did you manage to destroy her as well in a week?"

He crossed his arms, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Selene was already destroyed."

"And you left her."

"No, she left me "

"Serves you right."

"God, can you stop already? I get it, I hurt you, and I'm sorry—"

"That's the thing, Tyril,” she cut him off. “You think you're sorry, but you don't understand how it works. You're sorry about the consequences of your actions, not about the actions themselves. You keep making the same mistakes, hurting people in the exact same way, and you're offended they take that damn offence!"

“Adeline, I don’t want to fight,” he sighed, tiredly.

“Good, you’re in no position to argue with what I’ve just said. I’m not interested in your excuses.”

Friday

Back to the old ways? St. Clair & entourage cruising NY’s nightclubs  

St. Clair: loved-up and simper in Manhattan’s Fleur Room

Adeline sighed, reading the headlines of two of the most popular gossip magazines. Jude, very much unlike Tyril, enjoyed his status of a celebrity. It was an easy way of getting whatever and wherever he wanted, especially when drugs were involved. Interviews, photoshoots, and his blossoming music career, kept him entertained. This was the exact reason for the first rumours.

Someone noticed that where Jude was, Tyril was as well. Tyril accompanied his boyfriend to photoshoots, to interviews, to parties. When asked about it, he’d just laugh it off but never denied, which only fuelled the rumours. 

Adeline put his phone away and smiled at Jude, who’d just woken up and took a seat next to him on the bar stool.

"How are we feeling today, Julian?"

"Weak as a baby, and I'm certain my head will explode any minute, thanks for asking! How are you?"

"No vomiting?"

"Not now—I’ve prayed to the porcelain god all night."

Adeline's brows slightly furrowed. "Where's Tyril?"

"Making up for lost sleep. He stayed up all night with me, probably making sure I didn't choke on my own puke and die and end this circus and—"

"Stop talking," she cut him off, demandingly, and placed a glass of water and a handful of vitamins and supplements next to his face. "Tyril and I wouldn't be here if we didn't care about you. We're here to help you get better, but if you stop cooperating, I will drag you to the nearest rehab by your hair."

"Okay, fine! Take it easy, girl." 

He swallowed the pills obediently, winking at Adeline, trying to defuse the tension hanging in the air. They both knew the worst was still before them. They’ve been there before. They knew the messy part was yet to come.

In the meantime, though, they smiled at each other softly. “Thanks for helping, Addy.”

[persephonyed]

♡ — i'm finally chilled out and caught up after the big wedding weekend, and now i really want to get some new threads going with everyone, and also maybe meet some new writing partners! i've tossed some muses under the cut that i've been really wanting to write with since i've been back, so feel free to give this a like if you want a starter / want to plot with any of them. i'm down for all the dramatic, angsty, h*rror-y, crazy stuff you could throw at me, and also am including some canon/canon inspired/supernatural muses because the itch is there right now. pick your poison!

here are the ocs my muse is begging to write!

aylin ozdemir; 28, bisexual, she/her, bakery owner & witch. aslihan malbora fc.

blair bennett; 22, sometimes closeted bisexual, she/her, university student. katie douglas fc.

camille st. clair; 24, bisexual, she/her, aspiring actress. jessica alexander fc.

catalina "lina" velasco; 30, bisexual, she/her, flight attendent. melissa barrera fc.

eleanor "nell" tolly; 34, bisexual, she/her, children's book author. rebecca rittenhouse fc.

flora zhang; 26, bisexual, she/her, grad student & aspiring author. havana rose liu fc.

indigo edmunds; 26, bisexual, she/her, corporate recruiter. grace van dien fc.

ingrid edmunds; 36, straight, she/her, cardiothoracic surgeon. amanda seyfried fc.

imogen edmunds; 32, often very newly out bisexual, she/her, elementary school teacher. elizabeth olsen fc.

isabella "izzie" eriksen; 26, bisexual, she/her, paralegal or celebrity pr manager based on verse. alisha boe fc.

jude landry; 28, bisexual, she/her, law student. maddie phillips fc.

natasha voigt; 27, she/her, bisexual, actress. lili reinhart fc.

nora giuliani; 27, she/her, lesbian, paranormal & true crime podcaster. victoria predretti fc.

ruby brodsky; 25, bisexual, she/her, grad student. gideon adlon fc.

sawyer klein; 24, bisexual, she/her, professional figure skater. grace van patten fc.

sebastian hernandez; 31, straight, he/him, inspired by the musical repo man. sean teale fc.

and here are the canon & various characters i really want to write rn!

ginny weasley; harry potter 24, lesbian, she/her, professional quidditch player or student depending on the verse. abigail cowan fc.

jacqueline "jackie" knightley; historical 27, bisexual, she/her, writer & member of nobility. sophie skelton fc.

leila owens; leia organa coded 32, bisexual, she/her, princess. laura harrier fc.

lily evans; harry potter 26, bisexual, she/her, potions shop owner or student depending on the verse. kennedy mcmann fc.

nissa; very acotar compatible 28, queer, she/they, fae royalty. jessie mei li fc.

pansy parkinson; harry potter 30, bisexual, wizarding world fashion designer or possibly have taken over rita skeeter's column undecided yet. sofia carson fc.

rhiannon wynne; 26, bisexual, she/her, witch. ellie bamber fc.

harry potter canon fcs i often write as if hogwarts were university / if they went to a magical university instead, or write them post-hogwarts and just living their lives now. and over all, most verses for everyone are flexible and can be added to or bent whatever way within the realm of staying true to their characters. feel free to throw any kind of plot at them all fr!

ps i’m also suuuuuper open to making new canon characters for anyone i vibe with i’m such a ship chaser please come to me with your canon muses!

[greyspilot]

Ultimate Ship Challenge

Rules: you can’t use the same ship twice (single characters can be used multiple times as long as the ship is different), rarepair, crossover and non-canon ships are allowed.

1. a ship I miss: Zude / Zero and Jude, Hit the Floor

2. a healthy ship: Finnpoe / Finn and Poe, Star Wars

3. a toxic ship: Allen and Lucien, Kill Your Darlings

4. a problematic ship: Paire / Peter and Claire, Heroes

5. an unproblematic ship: Saileen / Sam and Eileen, Supernatural

6. a ship that deserved better: Natessa / Nate and Vanessa, Gossip Girl

7. a ship i didn’t love at first but now I do: St. Berry / Rachel and Jesse, Glee

8. a ship I loved at first but now don’t: Samcedes / Sam and Mercedes, Glee

9. a relationship I could envision myself having: Geraskier / Geralt and Jaskier, The Witcher (my boyfriend is v gruff but protective, I am small and clingy and get into trouble)

10. a ship everyone hates but I love: Biley (?) / Buffy and Riley, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

11. a ship everyone loves but I hate: Reylo / Rey and Kylo Ren, Star Wars (no offence intended to reylo stans, to each their own, i just still don’t like it)

12. a ship that i don’t really talk about but i love: Pythagoras and Icarus, Atlantis

13. a ship with a sad ending: Tillow / Tara and Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

14. a ship with a happy ending: Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy, American Horror Story: Hotel

15. a dorky ship: Jess and Rory, Gilmore Girls

16. a badass ship: Grace and Dani, Terminator: Dark Fate

17. a ship i have a love/hate relationship with: Violate (lmao sorry idk if I made that up) / Violet and Tate, American Horror Story: Murder House

18. a ship that isn’t canon yet: Kia and Jordan, All American (he!!! stayed up!!! all night!!! learning!!! her!!! cotillion!!! dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

19. a new ship: Coco and Hope, Mayans M.C.

20. a ship I used to stan: Merthur / Merlin and Arthur, Merlin

21. an aesthetic ship: Bughead / Betty and Jughead, Riverdale

22. an overrated ship: Spuffy / Spike and Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

23. an underrated ship: Anya and Xander, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

24. a ship that got the endgame they didn’t deserve: Leyton / Lucas and Peyton, One Tree Hill

25. a ship that didn’t get the endgame they deserved: Brucas / Brooke and Lucas, One Tree Hill

26. a ship that’s broken up at the moment but I still hope they’ll reconcile: Coop and Patience, All American (I originally had these guys as my answer for 27 because I love Coop and I love Patience but LOOK. Patience. Deserves. Better. Coop better start putting her first i stg. AND THEN I CAUGHT UP. And wow. wow. wow. When coop said “I’m like this because I love you” and patience said “i know but I don’t wanna be loved like this” that shit hurted)

27. a ship that’s together at the moment, but I hope they’ll break up: Liv and Asher, All American (I shipped these guys so hard before they got together and then like, Asher just became so bad for her like she deserves better and I want them to be together but I think they need to break up so Asher can get his shit together)

28. a ship that was better off as friends: Wes and Laurel, How to Get Away With Murder

29. a ship I love because of a friend: Hessa / Hardin and Tessa, After

30. a ship I secretly ship: Stefan and Rebekah, The Vampire Diaries

31. a ship I never thought I’d ship: Liam and Lauren, Faking It

32. a ship I thought I’d ship but didn’t: Karmy / Karma and Amy, Faking It

33. a ship I shipped from the moment I saw them: Arthur and Eames, Inception

34. a ship I’ll never ship: Klaroline / Klaus and Caroline, The Vampire Diaries

35. a ship with great development: Gallavich / Ian and Mickey, Shameless (US)

36. a ship with horrible development: Choni / Cheryl and Toni, Riverdale (I just wish they gave my girl Toni more to do)

37. an “old married couple” ship: Zukka / Zuko and Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

38. a “high school romance” ship: Miley and Leslie (Jake Ryan) / Hannah Montanna

39. a “constantly on and off” ship: Varchie / Veronica and Archie, Riverdale

40. all time fave ship: Wolfstar / Remus and Sirius, Harry Potter - Stucky / Steve and Bucky, Marvel - Harringrove / Steve and Billy, Stranger things - bc I can’t choose just one - and just bc I’m trash: Osciana / Oscar and Mariana (my OC), my On My Block fanfic

Tagging: @gideongrace @thinger-strang @harringrovesfawcettspray

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

What ocs have you seen recently that you'd like to do a crossover with? -Riley

OKAY SO

literally anything with @seaweedhufflepuffocs oh my god! Obviously Avalon and Nimue but also I love all of the crossovers that we’ve talked about with our various descendants OCs (especially Lucia and Charity right now!!) and I love his Alena with my Esmeralda! And god I need to talk crossovers with his Mark Maiden and any of my ocs (especially Harper, Anastasia, Aaliya, and/or Amethyst since they all live with Fred and Archie), and I love when we joke about Helena Jackson with the Legacies Of Sea And Wisdom kids and Helena being the cool aunt!

I also love every crossover with my babe @stallisaacshoe holy shit I cannot even put into words - especially Audrey Sylvester with any/all of my Glee OCs, E2P, Dani x Kathryn, and now I’m super obsessed with Beverly x Hadley!

AND MY GIRL @perfectlystiles oh my god I love all of our crossovers but especially the Martin twins, Arhys, Sarianne, and Marys - and once I share them with the world, I’d love to hear her thoughts on a crossover with her boy Jamie and any of my new Legacies ideas!

I’d also definitely be interested in talking Gilmore Girls crossovers with @agb-random and her girls Regina and Grace, and either/both of mine (Charlie and Sophie)

@lorettastwilight and I also have a crossover with her Jericho Jones and my Alyssa Solomon (set in Riverdale) which I really like and would definitely be down to talk more about even though I’ve been the one to sort of drop the ball on it lately (I’m sorry babe I love it and love you, my writing brain has just been weird lately) - I also haven’t talked to her about this one but I could be very interested in something with her Jericho Jones and a slightly aged up Jude Winchester wherein the Winchesters think that Jason’s disappearance is supernatural and go to investigate

And for crossovers that I haven’t really talked about but think could be cool

So many different thoughts with @missjanuarylily and her amazing OCs but of those thoughts I think my favourites would be her Annabelle and my Ryann (Riverdale) or her Bekah and my Faith (Twilight)

I have drafted posts with headcanons for both of these but Nova Thompson and Wendy Parker and/or Anastasia McAllister and Arianne Martin with @iceandwaterfairytail

I’d love to do anything with @ocexnpoet ngl, her OCs are all so incredible - maybe something with her Savannah Syren and my Aella Wayne?

Obviously I am completely obsessed with the Minkus Triplet AU with @katiesocs and I love talking about Adam and Alexis Argent with her

and my latest obsession is with @dancerdramatic14 and her fic We’ve All Got Battle Scars (featuring ocs Ben Wye, Michelle Aramitz, and Nia St Clair) wherein Arianne and Scott leave on a roadtrip together, meet the squad, and Michelle, Arianne, and Scott are disasters and in love

I’m also always open to talking about OC crossover concepts and I love so many OCs, these are just my current obsessions!

[mikaelsrose]

Hii sorry I’m late but 🍓, 🍒, 🍊, 🍈, 🫐 for the fic writer game pleasee? ☺️

Thanks for asking! And sorry for taking so long to answer, these questions are pretty hard and I had to think about them haha

🍓what's a fic you've written that you feel is underrated?

My one shot "Princeling," lol. I know that it's a smut so it's not for everybody, but I think the plot (there is plot! Believe it or not, there is plot😂) is pretty good and I'm still thinking about writing a second part!

🍒What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

I love angst but I think that's obvious if you read my fics���� I also like fluff! Especially when I write for Tyril and Jude, their relationship is angst x fluff x off-screen smut,lmao

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

I don't write too often for Selene unfortunately, she's my sweet precious baby, and somehow I abandoned her 😭 I'd also like to write more for Adeline, I've so much info about her and I just can't come up with an idea of how to work it into a chapter without it being too out of place.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Jude, of course, since I gave birth to him (lol), and Selene! To be honest, now that I think of it Selene is kind of my OC, at least in terms of the modern au 🤔 anyway, I love how different they are at first glance but when you pay attention they're actually not that different and you kind of can make out Tyril's type.

They both have a reflective/contemplative quality which often pushes them to self-destructive activities but they are responsible enough not to let it destroy them completely (I hope that makes sense?). They know how far they can push the limits (especially Jude) and they take advantage of it.

You didn't have a chance to see it yet but Jude can be manipulative as hell. Ngl I'm kinda proud of myself for not making him perfect, I love how destroyed and mean that man can be, lol. I think thats my favourite headcanon.

I don't know if there's something that repeatedly shows up regarding Jude but when it comes to Selene then it's definitely flowers. And the ocean. I think I use quite a lot of metaphors while writing about her and sometimes I think it's actually too much (but then I remember that since I'm the author I make the rules hehe)

I'm not gonna rant too much cause I don't wanna spoil but Selene will come back once I'm done with the Tyril x Jude mini series, and tslof series will return! And don't think it's the last you see Jude!

🫐What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

Honestly idk haha, I'll say too little people write modern au blades hahaha

[mikaelsrose]

♡ Part one: Champagne Problems [T | Tyril x Jude | modern au]

Tyril and Jude try to keep their relationship a secret during a party.

♡ Part two: The Lights of New York [M | Tyril x Jude | modern au]

A glimpse into Jude's life.

♡ Part three: Bless Those Tired Eyes | tba

[mikaelsrose]

9 + 43 (Jude) , B + F for the ask game

9. do they swear? do they remember their first swear word?

Jude swears worse than a sailor! i'd say he uses swear words as punctuation marks but can be a charming, sophisticated, and eloquent young man when he needs to 😁 his first swear word was "fucking hell" which he learned from his uncle when he lost a bet 💀 he was 10

43 If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

he'd say it's complicated and that he doesn't like to think about it because it doesn't matter. but if he had to label himself, then he'd probably just say he's bi

b What inspired you to create them?

well, i wanted a character that would be mine mine, not a borrowing from choices and that's pretty much it 😂 in terms of inspo for him there were a few characters - tj hammond, jessie d'amato and eliott demaury so basically the broken boys club.

f What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

i feel everything when it comes to jude lol

he's a little shit who loves to fuck around and find out, that's basically his life motto

i feel proud of how he came out, how much he's loved by the readers, but also frustrated because it's in the job description that i have to put him through shit and have him behave a certain way. currently, i feel a lot of compassion for him

[mikaelsrose]

Ask Game: What is Niamh's favorite animal and what is Cal his favorite animal? And Xander? Do they have a pet or want to have a pet? Cat person or Dog person?

Ask Game: What is Jude's favorite animal and what is Tyril his favorite animal? Do they have a pet or want to have a pet? Cat person or Dog person?

I would love to get to know more about your characters. Also, sometimes I'm confused who Tyril is currently dating... Jude, right?

It's gonna be long, so I'll put it under the cut

Okay, so before the events of Nightbound, Niamh was more of a dog person, though she never had one. In Lamrian she got the Perrikin (that's what it's called, right?) so I'd say she converted into cats/supernatural animals 😂 in my fics she goes full on Daenerys and fosters some dragons. She hates snakes, that's for sure.

Cal on the other hand has quite a problem with animals, imo. Idk if that's canon, but I imagine he gets hissed at all the cats (like a witcher lmao) and dogs are very wary of him. I think living in the chaos of the bayou, he has no time or will to own any animals, but he does get along with the Perrikin!

Xander, just like Niamh, is very much a dragon person. He's the one who introduced her to dragons when she got to Crystaval, and he's one of those who care for them in the capital.

Jude and Tyril are very much against animals, haha. Jude is allergic basically to anything furry, and Tyril is too stuck up to care for anything other than himself 😂

The dating situation currently looks like this: before Tyril and Selene met, Tyril dated Jude in secret when they were 15/16, then he dated Adeline for 10 years. When he broke off the engagement he met Selene, they went on the trip, then they split (beginning of September) and that's when he went to Jude after a decade, and now we're here. In the second part there's a kind of time jump, Tyril goes to see Selene but it's months later. What I'm currently writing is the short period between September and May (if I remember correctly) when Tyril went back to Jude. It's complicated, I'm sorry, that's just how my brain works 😂😂😂

Honestly, all I can say is that Tyril is a slut (good for him) cause he's trying to juggle three people at the same time (Jude, Selene, and Adeline).

[mikaelsrose]

Hii 😍

I saw this template and thought it’d be fun to learn more about your MC / OC 🥰 (no pressure)

thanks for sending this and sorry for the delay 🥲💀

[mikaelsrose]

Is Jude based on someone? I don't mean like a face claim but his personality etc,

OMG WHAT A GREAT QUESTION, Thanks for asking it anon!!

So at first Jude was just a side character and I never thought he would become so important both to the story and my life (that's cringy ik and idc) but thanks to @cashweasel 's instant love for him I decided to somehow develop his character and include him in the story 😁✨

I've spend WEEKS looking for the perfect faceclaim but I found maxence, he's literally how I pictured Jude in my mind. But his personality is very much inspired by tj Hammond (Sebastian Stan in political animals, that's about 80% of his personality I kid you not), Jesse d'amato (dane dehaan / in treatment) and Eliott demaury (maxence danet fauvel in skam France). that's the golden trio of fucked up boys so they fit perfectly 😂

[mikaelsrose]

WHY do I have a feeling that you're going to make Tyril and Jude suffer and then have them break up?!?! PLEASE RECONSIDER

well, i can neither confirm nor deny anything, but i like the way you think 😏

"What the fuck is your problem, James?"

"I'm tired of fixing him once you're done playing with him! Look at him! Are you proud of what you're doing to him? Take a good look, Ty, cause I don't think the last time taught you anything."

"Just shut the fuck up, both of you," Jude scolded them, rubbing his tired eyes and finally turned around to face the two fighting men. "Just shut up."

Having put out his cigarette, he approached Tyril and placed a short kiss on his lips, then made his way towards the kitchen. 

"You two bring out the worst in each other."