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What if one day Alfred was at a grocery store doing his usual to grab groceries for the house and black reader was with them and there was a old black lady around Alfred’s age and she complimented him and soon a whole conversation started and black reader is just looking at Alfred so proudly as he’s talking to a melanin goddess bc black don’t crack and there literally on face time with Duke showing him the interaction and now there just teasing Alfred but Alfred is going on a date with the woman

ALSO PEAK IDEA THIS MAN NEEDS A OLD BLACK WOMAN FOR HIS SOUL

"HELLO MISS???"

The manor had seen many strange things — alien invasions, time travel, even Damian’s “pet” demon once but nothing, nothing, compared to Alfred Pennyworth humming Luther Vandross while dusting the chandelier.

He’d been… happy. Suspiciously happy. Smiling to himself, laughing under his breath, and cooking meals that tasted like they came straight out of a Southern kitchen. And the smell of cocoa butter? That was the final straw.

So there you were two of Gotham’s finest detectives hiding behind a stack of oranges at the local farmers market, fake aprons on, fake name tags reading “Gary” and “Steve.” You watched as Alfred strolled through the aisles, smiling like a man half his age, beside a woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a warm summer memory. Brown skin glowing, silver-streaked sister locs touching her shoulders, her voice soft and honeyed with a Southern drawl.

They were holding hands.

You nearly dropped your binoculars.

“Bro,” Duke whispered, “Alfred’s got game.”

You elbowed him. “Since when do you know what game looks like?”

He threw an orange at you. You caught it barely before the two of them approached the stand.

“Excuse me,” the woman said sweetly, “how much are these oranges?”

You froze. Duke froze. Alfred raised an eyebrow.

“Uh—uh—it’s a buy one get one free, ma’am,” Duke stammered.

You hissed, “That’s for shirts, idiot!”

He shot back, “You can buy one get one free with food too, dip—”

“Ahem.” Alfred’s polite cough cut through your argument like a knife. “Master Duke. Miss [Name]. I wasn’t aware you’d taken up employment at the market.”

You both stood at attention like soldiers caught sneaking out of formation. “We’re, uh volunteering!” Duke blurted.

Alfred’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re not stalking me, I presume?”

Silence.

You both wordlessly filled the woman’s bag with oranges far too many and practically shoved it into her hands. “Have a great day, ma’am!”

“But I didn’t pay—”

“Never mind, Miss! Have a great day!” you said, pushing them along before Alfred could interrogate you further.

As they walked away, you heard her laugh softly. “How odd. Do you know them?”

Alfred smiled, that rare, gentle smile that made him look years younger. “My grandchildren, my dear.”

She chuckled, looping her arm through his. “Well, they were certainly sweet. You’ll have to take me there sometime.”

And just like that, Alfred Pennyworth the stoic, unflappable butler of Wayne Manor melted.

You and Duke just stood there, dumbfounded, surrounded by oranges and disbelief.

remus lupin x fem!reader

angst/fluff??

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modern au!, film director!remus, swearing, long distance, the title is from a lyric i thought was in a jeff buckley song,

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now you stared at your phone, the pit in your stomach grew and grew. did he even want you to see it? maybe you’re just fucking delusional and it’s not even about you.

you can remember everything, like it was glued into your brain, every single shot and scene deliberately thought out by only someone that knew you. a part of your life told on screen by someone else’s perspective, but it was also a part of his life.

All in all, live, laugh, love x reader!