#philip russell

[bluemoonperegrine]

I'd love to hear any headcanons you might have about Jack or Ted 👀 (either separately or about the two)

Like how they met, how they started bonding, whether Ted has ever had to rescue Jack or not, how Ted found out about Jack's curse, stuff like that

(sorry for sending so many questions btw-)

No need to apologize! Feel free to send them--they're flattering--but please be patient for answers.

I debated on how to answer this because, to be 100% transparent, I want people to read my fics and don't want to spoil things. That said, not everyone wants to read tens of thousands of words of fanfic, and that's fine. So I'll spill some headcanon/background I developed for the Bittersweet Symphony series.

Quick reminder: this version of Jack is in his early 40s in the present. I used some comics canon and made up a lot of stuff as well.

The story "Once" details what happened during Jack's first full moon as a werewolf and the immediate fallout. Here's what happened after it. I'm omitting spoilers for the end of the series.

Laura is Jack's and Lissa's human mother. Philip is their stepfather and a werewolf.

After Laura dies in December 2000, Philip basically goes numb for about a month. He takes his responsibilities as a father and alpha seriously. He quits his job, gets affairs in order, and gets through Laura’s funeral. He has a few acquaintances locally who help him a little. Mostly he, Jack, and Lissa handle things. The siblings lean on each other a lot, and on Philip some.

The kids don’t understand why Philip seems so robotic and distant. Jack does a little; he’d read about dissociation and knows he’d experienced it and that might be some of what Philip is doing. He and Lissa know that Philip is grieving the loss of his mate and do their best to accept and accommodate him.

To no-one’s surprise, Philip uses routine and work to get through grieving. He’s on autopilot a lot. He drags Jack along with him when Jack can manage it. Jack grieves his mother’s death fairly normally, as does Lissa. Lissa’s more like Philip, but without the werewolf stuff.

After a month has passed things are fairly stable. In the days leading to the full moon, Lissa stays with friends. Philip and Jack go to Philip’s remote cabin to do werewolf stuff. Jack assumes his half-wolf form for the first time. They run and hunt together. It helps with grieving and their pack bond.

They stay at the house in Novato, California through Lissa’s senior year of high school. Jack spends a good amount of time at Philip’s cabin. He’s usually home on weekends to spend time with Lissa. He works on the cabin, exercises, meditates, and hunts some. And grieves.

Together the family decides to sell the Castle Russoff in Romania, which Jack inherited when Laura died, and buy an island, which they name Soledad (solitude). They have it in time for Lissa’s 18th birthday. She turns for the first time there with Jack. The whole weredemon thing with Glitternight happens.

Philip sells the Novato house and buys a house in the city of Scotts Valley for the three of them. It’s south of San Jose, so within driving distance of Stanford, where Lissa goes to college, and north of Santa Cruz. Their island is in Monterey Bay south of Santa Cruz. They leave from one of the docks on the Santa Cruz coast to get there.

Philip and Jack build a new werewolf cage in the Scotts Valley house, not that it’s used much. They usually go to the island for the full moon. They spend a good amount of time there building an off-the-grid cabin.

Lissa and Adam begin dating in college. They get their own apartment in their junior year in Stanford.

By 2002 Jack has healed enough and learned enough to control to travel some on his own. He’s got plenty of money in a trust, so he heads out, eventually establishing his first crash pad in [somewhere]. While looking into a possible cure for the curse he stumbles into monster hunting.

In 2010 when chasing down a lead to a potential lycanthropy cure, Philip (56 yrs old) meets Naomi, a Black woman roughly the same age with a hereditary disease (lupus? MS?) that will kill her within 10 years. She became a [cult] member solely to get access to research materials. Shortly after meeting, Philip is watching a remote area that supposedly is home to a werewolf pack. He intervenes when then the werewolves are attacking a woman… who’s Naomi. She wants to be bitten and is pissed about being “rescued.” Despite his hybrid form, she recognizes Philip, mostly due to his Romanian accent.

Naomi and Philip fall in love and divide their time between Soledad and her place.

Somehow bad guys discover that she, Philip, or both of them are werewolves and attack Soledad. Perhaps they hired one of the Bloodstone hunter cabal members.

In mid-2013 Philip is murdered. He was 59 years old. Jack inherits a bunch more money.

Jack was in a bad way after Philip was murdered. Lissa offered him help and a safe place to stay, but she had her own life and family so he hit the road.

Eventually he got himself into a very bad situation and met Ted. Ted probably rescued him. Maybe they rescued each other. IDK. In any case, they were good for each other.

[whatelsecanwedonow]

THE AMERICANS S01E01 | Pilot

[maurastierney]

[topsee-turvee]

10 Years - 10 Moments

The Americans (2013)

[sillylittlecapcutuser]

Graves sometimes forgets that Ghost didn’t have a good relationship with his family

[friedbunee]

"YOU ATTRACT ME LIKE A FLY TO BREAD"

[world-of-celebs]

Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys

[ranaroy]

[crazyfandomluver]

Bell finds out about Graves being Adlers son Drabble

Bell was going to kill Russel Adler. He was determined to do it after he had became stable enough to do it. But first, he had to find him.

After some time of searching, he found where Adler was staying. He had his gun, his knife, and was hiding behind a bush. Watching silently as Adler pulled up in his car. Bell silently pulled his gun out, aiming it at the car door. A few moments after that, Russell got out of the car, locked it, and then… then he was in Bell's sights! After all that Adler had done to him, he was now in Bell’s crosshairs… He could finally take the shot and get rid of his tormenter once and for all and-...!

... A small shape runs out of the house, laughing and giggling... why was it laughing? Did it not know that he was about to fulfill his destiny and take care of Russell once and for all? And... why was it running directly to Adler?? It could get hurt, surely his tormenter wouldn't let this blonde haired shape get in his way- surely Russell was going to hurt it for getting in his way or push it aside or-!

This can't be... Adler... THE Russell Adler, just picked up the small, fragile, smiling kid, and- he's holding him?!? Why is he holding the kid?? And why is he smiling!? Wait... they're talking about something. Listening in, Bell overhears the conversation, "Did you burn the house down while I was gone, sport?" Adler asked, and the kid giggled, kicking its feet and grabbing a fistful of Adler's hair and tugging faintly, eliciting a faint chuckle from the scarred man. "You silly!" The little boy laughs with a shake of his head, his blonde hair getting in his eyes. Blonde hair… that looked only a little lighter than Adlers’ hair. Blonde hair that was in the exact same styling as Russell’s. Who is this kid? Why does he not care that he’s being held by a killer??

The boy makes another comment, some kind of joke apparently, because Russell laughs again, before setting the boy down and ruffling his hair, which made the kid giggle with glee. “C’mon son, let’s get inside” Bell tensed at the name ‘son’? Surely it must be some sort of nickname or something like that, there was no way that Adler had a kid… Backstabbing, lawbreaking Adler who had put a bullet in his side with no remorse… it wasn’t possible that he had a kid. It requires love and care to properly raise a kid, and to raise them happy at that too… Adler couldn’t have raised a kid this entire time. He was too busy with stopping Perseus, there’s no possible way. Bell reassured himself, exhaling slightly

Just as Bell had calmed himself down, the kid smiled, pulling on Russell’s arm as they walked towards the door. “Walk faster dada!!” The boy exclaimed. No. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. Bell lowered his gun, his head spinning too much to be able to point the gun straight any longer. How is it possible? Adler was with him and the others the entire time! How could Adler be this kids dad, when he was on a mission this entire time? When he wasn’t with anybody?? Yet, Adler did mention having an ex-wife… it was entirely possible that the kid had stayed with the wife while he was working…

Bell shook his head and retreated from his spot, heading back towards his car. He had to think about this new found information about his enemy, about the care Bell saw in his eyes as he looked at the kid. He would be back, that’s for sure. He wouldn’t let this be the last time their paths crossed… No… this would merely be the beginning of a new understanding, a new plan, a new way for revenge…

@pampanope @whitewolfmystery @bellgraves @dustofwarfare @imagoddamnonionmason

@adlersoldspice @mrsphillipgraves @sweet-samnang

@tw1nkee28 @edenkyubiko @lemons-pears

Banner is not mine it’s just a temporary filler until I can find mine own

[rosehathawhey]

THE AMERICANS | 1x08 “Mutually Assured Destruction”

[bluemoonperegrine]

"Once" audiobook and gifset complete!

I recorded my fic of what happened to Jack and his family shortly after his eighteenth birthday so my husband can listen to it during a long road trip. It turned out well, especially for an amateur who's never done this before! Download a zip archive with the mp3s from Dropbox.

There's a corresponding entry on AO3 if you care to leave kudos or comments.

Lastly, here's Jack's state of mind in gif form as the story progresses.

[whatelsecanwedonow]

THE AMERICANS S01E05 | COMINT

[mockerycrow]

Multiple Characters Masterlist (MWI-MWIII)

cod masterlist - crow’s mega masterlist

☁️ = fluff || ⛈️ = angst || 🔥 = sexual content

GN!Reader With An Accent ☁️

Fem!Reader With Shaved Legs ☁️

Body Switch Gas With Fem!Reader ☁️

Fem!Reader Catches 141 + König Looking At Her Ass ☁️🔥

141 + König’s Reaction To Platonic!Fem!Reader’s Ass Being Slapped By Rando ☁️

141 + König Reactions To GN!Reader Flinching ☁️⛈️

Physical Injury Prompt ☁️⛈️

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head? (Platonic!Fem!Reader)☁️

Ghost, Soap + König Comfort Asthmatic!GN!Reader ⛈️☁️

141 Fear Headcanons ☁️

MBTI Types

flufftober 2023 ☁️

400 Follower Celebration Masterlist

141 Submissive Headcanons 🔥

Pack Cuddles (Hybrid!141 x GN!Human!Reader) ☁️

4k Follower Celebration Masterlist

[topsee-turvee]

Philip: When they first asked me... he said it'd be a hard life. Didn't want me to think it'd be some big adventure. I said I wasn't afraid of that.

Elizabeth: Who knows what would've happened here. [...] Maybe we would have met. On a bus...

[pregnant-javert]

why is australia a leading producer of javerts. why are so many australian actors drawn to the javert role... (/pos)

[djloveyou3000]

Fox au

Credit of the idea by : @ladysouthpaw1213

Suddenly, two baby foxes darted toward them, their tiny bodies trembling as they let out distressed cries.

“Mama/Papa/Other, are they okay?” Vladimir asked, his thick Russian accent making his words even softer. His big, round eyes were filled with concern as he tugged gently on Bell’s sleeve.

Bell kneeled, reaching a careful hand toward the foxes. “Yes, my love, let’s see what they need.”

One of the baby foxes pressed its little paws against Bell’s chest, trying to push them in a certain direction. The urgency in its eyes was unmistakable.

Bell immediately understood. “They want us to follow.”**

Grabbing Vladimir’s hand, they followed as the foxes dashed ahead, their tiny tails flicking with determination. Bell made sure to keep a steady pace, holding Vladimir close to ensure he didn’t trip over the uneven terrain.

After a few minutes of running, they arrived at a small clearing—and there, trapped in a mess of tangled wire and branches, was an older fox. The father.

The cubs ran to him, whining as they nuzzled his injured body. The older fox let out a weak, pained sound, his amber eyes barely staying open.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Bell murmured, their heart aching at the sight.

Vladimir clung to Bell’s side, eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Mama/Papa/Other, please help the fox,” he pleaded, his little voice trembling.

Bell ran their fingers through Vladimir’s soft hair, placing a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “Of course, sweet boy. I’ll help him.”

Moving cautiously, Bell knelt beside the older fox, scanning his injuries. “You’re in bad shape, huh? But don’t worry, I’ll get you out of this.”

The fox held Bell’s gaze, his breathing heavy but trusting.

“May I?” Bell asked softly, waiting for any sign of resistance.

The fox didn’t move—only watched.

“Don’t worry, you two. Your dad will be free in no time,” Bell assured the cubs with a gentle smile.

With practiced hands, they carefully untangled the fox, massaging the areas where the wire had bitten into his fur. The moment he was free, his cubs rushed to him, licking his face and curling up against his body. The older fox weakly licked them back, his tail flicking slightly as if to reassure them.

Bell and Vladimir shared a warm smile before exchanging a silent thought. As if on cue, they both reached into Bell’s backpack and pulled out some food and water.

Vladimir set the food down first, giggling as the cubs eagerly ate. Bell placed a small bowl of water beside the father, who lapped it up with grateful eyes.

After a while of petting and playing, Bell gently stroked the older fox’s head, feeling a rumbling purr-like sound vibrate through his body. He leaned into their touch, his gratitude clear.

But as much as Bell and Vladimir wished to stay longer, they eventually had to leave. With a final wave, they said their goodbyes, watching as the foxes curled up together, finally safe.

Two Weeks Later…

The sun was bright, the weather warm—the perfect day for ice cream. Bell held Vladimir’s little hand as they walked toward their favorite shop, the scent of fresh waffle cones filling the air.

Just as they turned a corner, Bell accidentally bumped into something—or rather, someone.

Their balance wavered, but before they could fall, strong arms caught them.

“Oh! Thank you so much,” Bell said, regaining their footing.

A deep voice chuckled. “No problem, beautiful.”

Bell looked up, and their breath hitched.

The man standing before them was gorgeous—the kind of handsome that made Bell’s heart skip a beat. He looked exactly like Robert Redford, but with a rugged scar along his cheek and a confident smirk that made their face heat up instantly. He wore a well-fitted outfit, his aviators resting on the bridge of his nose, giving him an effortless, classic look.

Beside him stood two children—a girl who looked about seven or eight and a boy who seemed around three or five.

Bell quickly collected themself. “Ahh, thank you again, sir.”

The man smiled, pushing his aviators up slightly. “Please, call me Russell. And these two troublemakers are my daughter, Kate, and my son, Philip.”

The kids beamed at Bell, both waving enthusiastically.

Vladimir, suddenly shy, hid behind Bell’s legs, peeking up at them before giving a small wave back.

Kate grinned. “You’re really pretty!”

Before Bell could even react, Philip chimed in with a devilish grin. “And my daddy likes you.”

Bell’s entire face exploded with heat.

Russell’s smirk immediately vanished as he turned to his son, eyes wide with betrayal. “Philip—!”

Bell let out a nervous laugh, covering their face. “Ohhh, um—thank you, Kate! And you too, Philip. But… how can you tell your daddy likes me?”

Philip opened his mouth, about to expose his father even more—until Russell swiftly clamped a hand over his son’s mouth.

Bell couldn’t help but laugh at Russell’s flustered expression.

Clearing his throat, Russell turned his attention back to Bell, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. “So… how about I make it up to you for almost knocking you over? Ice cream? My treat.”

Bell hesitated for a moment before looking down at Vladimir. “Would you like some ice cream, sweet boy?”

Vladimir nodded shyly, still clinging to their side.

Bell smiled before looking back at Russell. “Alright. Ice cream it is.”

With that, the small group made their way to the shop together.

The three kids instantly bonded over their flavors, giggling as they took turns trying each other’s ice cream. Kate took on the role of the big sister, making sure Philip and Vladimir got equal turns, while Philip wasted no time making Vladimir laugh with his silly faces.

Meanwhile, Russell took full advantage of the moment, leaning in slightly toward Bell as they walked.

“So, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice just low enough for Bell to hear. “Since the kids are clearly getting along… how about we make this a full date and get dinner later?”

Bell glanced up at him, biting their lip slightly. His smirk was teasing, but there was genuine interest behind those eyes.

With a small smile, Bell nodded. “I’d like that.”

Russell’s smirk widened. “Good. It’s a date, then.”

Bell’s heart thumped, and as they watched the kids giggle and enjoy their ice cream, they had a feeling this was the start of something… really special.