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Would it be possible to make a SEQUEL to the John Wick Fanfic I did???

This is how it would go...Lara meets John again...Lara has a daughter but gets kidnapped and they team up to find and rescue her???

AH! YASSS!! I'm a genius!🤩✌️

Cal is ENROLLED at MY College, Littlerock Technical School!

(Using a fake College name for security reasons! Again!)

(Sequel to my first Reality Imagine!)

(What IF I meet Cal Kestis again, but this time we’re older and we’re in college!)

(Just made this last year…wanting to share it of course!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: G for…LOTS OF FLUFF!

I was dreading for this day to arrive. Apparently, for one of my classes, I am forced to go to campus to take this Biology survey of some kind. Even though doing it at home seemed more appropriate, my professor can be very annoying sometimes. I already have my ID badge with me as I step out of the car. I close the door, waving bye to my dad as I watch him drive off. I vaguely remember what my professor had told us in the email she sent a few days ago. I think we had to go to room 143 in building K. I wasn’t counting on it but I pushed all that aside as I marched my way to the front doors of the main campus building. In the main lobby sit two women, having the jobs of being receptionists. I go up, smiling shyly as one of the women notices me and smile back. “Hi! How can I help you?”, I boomeranged the same greeting. “Do you know where room 143 is?”, I see the woman point to the doors behind me. “That is at building D…across the way from here…”, “Thank you…”, “You’re welcome!”, I left out of there, making my way to the building of building D. Along the way, I see a good amount of people outside, especially in the courtyard that I just walked by. I enter the building seeing the room numbers start in the 130s. I walk up these stairs and come upon room numbers that start in the 140s. I walk just a little further to come upon room 143! I enter the room, seeing my fellow classmates and familiar faces I only seen on screen waiting around. Just as I took a seat, the professor walks, greeting everyone with her smile. “Hi everyone! Good morning! I know this may seems out of context for a lot of you, but I would just like to see personally on how your results are on the Biology survey…so please, follow me…”, Everyone gets up at the same time as I take a look to the see the professor leave the room.

We follow her to the computer lab, with people taking their seats. I took my seat, seeing a log in screen displayed on the monitor. Thank goodness I packed my password book with me! “Okay, now, I want everyone to log on and log into our class website, and we’ll go from there…”, I hear everyone type away on their computers as I type away on mines.

*TIMESKIP*

After what seemed like forever, I had finally took that Biology survey! The professor told us this was the only time we would be called to campus. Everything else is back online. I am just exiting the building, walking down this pathway when I notice a familiar guy sitting at this table by himself. Red-gingery hair, lean muscular body, casual dressing. That can’t be. I walk over, each step feeling heavier than the last. Just as I gotten near, the guy swiftly turns around, like as if he was expecting me. He smiles a smug smile. “Stalking’s rude…”, My eyes widen, not believing at who I was looking at. It was Cal Kestis—from Golden Serria High School. “Cal? Is that you?”, I had to asl, still not knowing if it was him or not. The beard he’s currently growing was throwing me off. Cal’s smile widens as he stands to his feet to face me. “Yeah…hey Lauryn!”, Not sure how or why, but I felt butterflies when he said my name. “Wha-what are you doing h-here?”, I stuttered slightly, seeing Cal was taking in amusement of how surprised I was being here right now.

“You know me, just doing college stuff…you?”, I nod in response, gesturing out my arms. “I’m doing college stuff too…I’m actually chasing a degree that deals with office stuff…”, Cal raises his brows slightly. “Really! Huh…well, hopefully you get your degree…I’m rooting for you…”, I smile, feeling shy as I look to the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “Thanks…are you by chance chasing anything?”, Cal rubs his neck in a nervous manner as he sits back down on the bench of the table. “Just a certificate in Welding…it’s nothin’ special…”, “Cool! You’ll be done in no time…”, Cal looks up to me, smiling widely. “Heh…yeah…true that…are you about to leave?”, I look behind to see some people from my class were walking to the special parking deck Littlerock Technical School had built recently. “I mean…kinda…I’m about to call my parents actually for them to come pick me up…my dad to be exact…”, Cal stands up from the table, grabbing a hold of his bag laying near his feet.

“Well, I can take you home…if you want me to…”, Now I feel my heart start to race. Take me? Home? In a car? My parents will freak the second that they hear I’m coming home in a stranger’s car! Not that Cal’s a stranger. I look to him, scrunching my eyebrows at him. “What, you drive or something?”, Cal takes out his keys from inside his bag, jiggling them in front of me. I can’t help but smile faintly. “Hmm—can you show me…?”, “Sure, follow me…”, Cal starts to walk on ahead, with me following after him, all the way to the parking deck. He takes out his ID card as I take out mine as well to show the guard lady as she had let us through. Cal takes hold of his keys, pressing on this button to make his car unlock, with the car making a beeping sound. I stand in front of it, noticing it was a black Jeep crossroad mix. I stand there to watch Cal open the door to toss his bag inside. He quickly closes it as he comes up to me, seeing I was in a trance. He helps by knocking me out of it, nudging my arm, with my face feeling like it’s on fire.

“You gonna call your parents or what?”, “Oh! Yeah! That! Sorry…”, I quickly take out my phone, calling my mom to see if she would pick up. A few rings in my ear and she does. After the mildly irritating conversation I had with her, she becomes forthright and allows me to come home in a “familiar friend’s” car. And of course, she tells me this will be only a one-time thing. I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket, turning around to face Cal, who had a worried look on his face the whole time. “So? What did she say?”, “She said it’s okay!”, “Alright! Let’s go…”, Cal goes to the driver’s side, hopping in as I follow after, into the passenger’s side. Just as he starts the engine, my heart starts to race a little again. I look over to Cal, who was so seemingly calm. I haven’t seen Cal in YEARS, and this is how he repays me—by taking me home. During the drive, I couldn’t take my eyes off his new haircut. “I see you trimmed your head a little…”, I see Cal stopped at this red light we came upon as he quickly combs through his hair. “Do you like it?”, “Of course! Yeah! It suits you!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own answer as Cal laughs along with me.

Going down the highway, I was keeping my eyes glued for the exit. At the halfway point, that’s when I noticed it. “Here! Turn here!”, Cal nods to me, making the turn. I glance around to see I was right for making that turn as I could see the side shops and the mall just down the road. I directed him a few more times until I noticed we were getting close to my home. Just pulling up and into the driveway, Cal takes out this piece of paper and hands it to me. “Here’s my number—so we’ll keep in touch…”, I calmly take it from him, trying to refrain myself from screaming. “Thanks…I’ll uh…try to text you when I can…”, Cal smiles as he exists the car, walks over to my side, and opens the door for me like a gentleman would. I step out, not helping myself as I hug on him around his neck. He was stiff for a moment, ut he was able to hug me back, around my middle. I release myself from him, smiling to him as I feel warmer than usual in my cheeks as Cal smiles back. He gets back into his Jeep mix, waving goodbye one last time as I watch him pull away and drive off, hoping I cross paths with him again. Someday!

The End!

As usual, leave a like if you did...❤️

SILVERY SOUL JUST RELEASED THE LAST CHAPTER TO BREAKING THE GENERATIONAL CYCLE EVERYONE WAKE THE FUCK UP AND LETS READ SOME FUCKING PEAK FICTION

Ruby Gillman: The Call of the Leviathan (Sequel Fanfic Idea)

Summary: After getting precognitive nightmares about the Leviathan, a giant mighty mythical sea snake feared by all, Ruby Gillman soon learns that she has made the grave mistake of indirectly releasing the beast from its ancient magical bonds. The task to undo this mistake is not an easy one by a long shot, and the key to it working is an alliance so shocking and unorthodox that it may just be insane enough to work. If this mission does not go according to plan, it may lead to the destruction of everything Ruby holds dear in her life. No pressure, right?

Possible Casting

Chelsea’s grandfather - Willem Dafoe, Alfred Molina, Kurt Russell, Bryan Cranston, Michael Douglas, Dennis Quaid, Christopher Lee, Ian McKellen, Stephen Lang, Clancy Brown, J. K. Simmons, John Goodman, Chris Sarandon, Dustin Hoffman, Gary Oldman, Jeremy Irons, Anthony Hopkins

Chelsea’s crush - Ayo Edebiri, Keke Palmer, Zendaya, Halle Bailey, Riele Downs, Letitia Wright, Kiersey Clemons

Nerissa - Kathryn Hahn, Catherine O’Hara, Margot Robbie, Kristen Bell, Helen Mirren, Donna Murphy, Maya Rudolph, Sandra Bullock, Allison Janney, Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Karen Gillan, Brie Larson, Cameron Diaz, Kristen Schaal, Christine Baranski, Molly Shannon

Soothsayer Eel - Wanda Sykes, Michelle Yeoh, Jamie Lee Curtis, Artemis Pebdani, Bette Midler, Julie Kavner, Angela Bassett, Sandra Dickinson, Kathryn Hahn, Catherine O’Hara, Leslie Uggams, Kristen Schaal, Jennifer Saunders, Awkwafina

The Leviathan - Peter Cullen, Tony Todd, Keith David, Benedict Cumberbatch, Ron Perlman, Kevin Michael Richardson, Christopher Lee, Greg Baldwin, Mark Hammil, Ken Page, Andy Serkis, Gary Oldman, Jeremey Irons, Giancarlo Esposito

Please read. This took way too long not to be read. Please. I'm begging y'all. I hope y'all enjoy.

𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Sequel for "Fireworks".

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: Around 2k.

Summary: Another party at the Devildom. Everyone blurs together as you forget yourself.

Your saviour of the night is Mammon, who's loved you since the start. But you love someone else, and that brings more pain than the lack of belonging you felt at the party.

Author's note: Enjoy reading! Positive interactions appreciated :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960238

TW: A bit of panic and alcohol.

Image belongs to NTT Solmare.

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Part 1: Why are you crying?

“Why’re you cryin’? Did your boyfriend break up with ya’ or something?”

A full face of makeup becomes a work of picasso and you can feel the black of your mascara melt into your burning skin. Hot, flushed - you can’t tell whether it’s the embarrassment or the tears; everything’s blurry and burning. 

Your eyes sting, your ankles ache; your heels give way to the ballroom floor. A failed dance with your own enemy-made thoughts. You thought you trusted yourself to be able to make it through the night, no panicking, no stress - just dance and the buffet. Anxiety forces you to the verge of regurgitating the night’s pickings of hellfire cigar cookies (Diavolo’s choice) and chaos devil cider, causing even more embarrassment. 

Demons watch, stare, gossip, whilst Mammon hoists you up from the ground, making you feel uneasy again, while he pockets the D.D.D that was grasped tightly in your hand. He slinks off your shoes and hauls them over his free shoulder.

Humiliating. Spilt cider. Red burning face. Humiliating. 

You haven’t got many friends, aside from the brothers, in the Devildom, and after tonight you certainly aren’t expecting more. Your dizzying mind cradles you like a mother does to a sick child, as all of your weight drops onto Mammon's shoulder. 

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Part 2: Why you were crying.

Parties hurt. Dresses cinched to your waist, possibly even further; heels pulling you down by the ankle, like the devil’s hand to a sinner; a whole face made up of products, a face that is not your own. A whole identity that is not your own. 

People looking at you, like you are somebody else. Someone to gawk at, someone possibly even to brush against. To seduce. It’s disgusting. 

Parties hurt. You haven’t been to one in years. In fact, the last time you’d been to a party was your own and it was a birthday celebration, the only type of party where you can actually be yourself, no makeup - your skin too young - no heels, no ball gown.  

You don’t hate the dress you are in, how could you? It’s beautiful. Shining, even. You could spot it in the Devildom sky and be convinced it was a star; perhaps even the moon. It was chosen by the prince, to make you feel like a princess. 

Lord Diavolo loves you, you’ve been told, and do you love him too? Of course. He’s gifted you many more stars, including the ones born in your eyes - you admire him for his hospitality upon your arrival, his dedication to his role as king-to-be, his generosity and the whole beautiful new world he’s introduced you to. You’ve loved him ever since you first arrived, but the reciprocation came later. Yet, neither of you have confronted these obvious feelings. 

But the dress is not yours. 

It doesn't belong to you. It clings to you like dead weight - a reminder you are not of this realm and that you don’t belong. Nothing here belongs to you, not even the room you reside in, temporarily titled as yours. You don’t seek control, but you seek comfort and familiarity. 

All of the faces at the party blur together. No familiar faces - you don’t know anyone, not even yourself. 

Stage one. The crowd. You feel people caving in on you, watchful eyes piercing red skin. 

Stage two. The tear that starts it all. Your brain betrays you; you are brought to think of the familiar faces that can be found back home, a place half-forgotten after almost a year of staying in the Devildom. 

Stage three. The panic. Will you ever see those familiar faces again? Will you ever know yourself and the dress, or even the suit, that will properly fit you? The identity that properly fits you is slipping away as you fall. 

A flash of a memory of the first night you stayed in the Devildom. Diavolo came to comfort you. 

And the memory is gone. 

Stage four. The fall.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re not even sure if devil cider has an effect on humans, much like how Demonus does not make you drunk. 

No-one to catch you.

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Part 3: How you stopped crying.

Everything still hurts. Despite lying down, in what appears to be Mammon's bed. 

He loves you too, and you know this, which makes this even more painful. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else to find you? You were in the centre of the ballroom, it could have been anyone.

You’d much prefer Asmodeus, or Beelzebub, even Lucifer. But Mammon? The way his eyes soften only with you, the gentle, quiet tremble of concern in his voice. The panic in his eyes when he saw you drop to the floor keeps replaying in your mind. He can’t handle it as well as the other brothers, and that’s perhaps because he was your ‘first’ - the first one to look after you, and the first one to fall for you.

Perhaps it’s a bit vain to assume all of the brothers had fallen for you, but they certainly act like it. But for Mammon, you know it’s true. No one had cared for you like this, before you noticed and were told about Lord Diavolo’s feelings. 

“So? You have…well had , I’m assumin’, a boyfriend, and didn’t tell me? I couldn’t do a background check or anythin’ to make sure he was the real deal? This is why you’re cryin’, ain’t it. He broke your heart.”

Where did the idea even come from that you had a partner? 

“That’s why you broke into tears while lookin’ at your D.D.D. You were obviously lookin’ at a break-up message, right? Those hurt the most, from what I know.”

His voice is soft, yet bitter.  

In reality, you were messaging Lord Diavolo, on the verge of begging him to let you out of the party early, to let you stay in his room. Or even to ask Barbatos to get you out for fresh air. Anything but the ballroom with the strangers. The unfamiliar faces. 

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t broken up with.”

You’re offended. Not because he made an assumption to hide his jealousy, but because you thought he knew you well enough to know you didn’t like parties. This has happened before - you crying during or after an event that RAD hosted. He never once asked what was wrong, only comforted you and avoided the dreaded resolution. He cares about you, but he cares too much and doesn’t want to bring your emotions back for a difficult conversation. 

Diavolo, on the other hand, loves you too much as well, but is the opposite to Mammon, only focusing on solving the problem. 

You’ve fallen for Diavolo - not for how he treats you when you're unwell. It just seems rather like fate instead. 

“Then why in the Devildom did you just…break down on me? …come ‘ere.”

His hugs are the worst. A gentle reminder. He runs his hands up and down your back and his warm cider infused breath tickles your ear as he whispers “you’re okay” over and over. It’s the only thing he can say. 

And it makes you feel okay but at the same time you wish it were Diavolo. 

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Part 4: Spilt drinks and tears. 

Mammon’s perspective

“Can you get me Diavolo please. I need him.” 

You need someone else? When you’re in my arms? 

You need someone else when I’ve been here the entire time? I’ve been in love with you the entire time . 

That’s what I want to say, but it doesn’t come out. It never does. 

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Sure. ‘Course. I’ll get ‘im.”

My cowardice feet lead me to Lord Diavolo, back in the ballroom. He’s so immature for leaving them alone with only me - because apparently I’m not enough. 

“Lord Diavolo, we’ve got a problem.” 

“Oh? A problem? What is it?”

“It’s R/N.”

His face runs cold and he looks at me in a way that tells me he would kill for them - would do anything for them. The look I can never express. 

“Where are they?”

Calling over Barbatos, the Demonus in his glass slightly splatters as he rushes to put it on the platter. 

“Young Master, is there a problem?”

“R/N.”

“Diavolo, they’re in my room. They’re fine at the moment. They just want ya’.”

And not me. But whatever. Whatever makes them happy. 

Their happiness is my half fulfilled satisfaction. 

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Part 5: Happy tears

“Dia…”

“Shh, R/N… I’m here.”

You start to sob, but it’s no longer the party. It’s Diavolo. You missed him in the hour you were apart while he socialised with the guests. You missed him so much that you were gripping at the starry dress that you wished only he could see. 

“Dia…”

“Hm?”

“I just…"

He waits patiently. Your head burns - you have to say it. Perhaps you are a bit drunk on the cider, because you would have never done this just drunk on tears alone. 

“I just love you so much... It hurts.”

“What? Loving me?”

“No. Sometimes. Right now, it's my head.” 

“That’s because you’ve been crying… What caused all of this? I’ll address what you just said later on, but right now, what’s going on right now is more important. Tell me what happened and I’ll fix it.” 

“I’m tired.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t like parties.”

“Anything else?”

“I think-"

You stop yourself. If you tell him about Mammon, he’d think there was competition. You’re too tired to explain. 

“I’m tired.”

“Alright. We can talk later.”

You do still want to hear if he loves you back, even though you’ve been told by many. Even though it’s as obvious as the Devildom sky is dark. 

“Diavolo, do you love me too?”

“...I want the time I tell you to be special, and that moment is not now. Please recover first. Do you want to stay in my room, instead of here?”

“Yes. Please.”

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Part 6: Fireworks.

As he allows you on his bed, he asks you something.

“Do you want to see the fireworks?”

“Hm?”

“There’s fireworks tonight… I know you love them.” 

“I love fireworks, Diavolo.” 

You’re so exhausted you find yourself repeating things. Things you love.

“I know.” He laughs and smiles back at you, after having drawn his curtain. His room has a view of the front of the castle.

And there it was, the first firework. 

“Thank you, Diavolo.”

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Of course.”

He sits beside you as you lay, your head facing the window that’s  lighting up with all sorts of colours. 

You can see your world in front of you. And for the first time, you can feel a sense of belonging to this unfamiliar world that he’s introduced you to. 

For once, you feel familiar.

.°•

Wrote a new fanfic for these two! Wanted to write a sequel story that goes into Snow's continued rise to power and about what might've happened if he'd run into Lucy Gray again :) I'm aiming for it to be a redemptive fic.

The Rhythm of Order and Chaos °*.•

Summary:

Set almost three years after the events of TBOSAS, Coriolanus Snow has risen in influence, with soaring grades and a position that puts him in line to be the next Head Gamemaker. All of his plans have set him on a sure path to success, but a new project of Dr. Gaul's has him unexpectedly facing his past, his path once again crossing with Lucy Gray.

Now Coriolanus is caught between the fear that Lucy Gray is a threat, and the feelings she starts to stir in him again.