Julie and the phantoms visuals, imagines and preferences

•Voldemort // Taylor Kare•

Y/n POV

"What exactly am I supposed to do here?" Taylor looks at me with a very confused expression as I set out my workstation- ready to birth a masterpiece.

"I don't know, just look pretty, I guess." I laugh as he sighs in frustration over my clear neediness for his company.

"So, what look are you going for?" I quickly grab my secret weapon from the middle of the table, and hand it over to Him. "You're doing Sfx of Voldemort."

"Don't say I never do anything for you." I start prepping my face, hoping that the removal process will be kind to me.

"If you were doing this for me, you would be dressed as Hermione Granger, not moldy voldy." He laughs at my eagerness to cover up the fact that over all this project will just be funny, and holds no real purpose.

"Well, excuse me for trying." I roll my eyes playfully, making Taylor lean forward and give me a quick kiss before going on his phone until I was done.

After a lot of spilled latex, and cotton swabs being thrown around, I finally finished my all new transformation.

"So how do I look?" I ask Taylor, who has kept his head down for the entire process, not wanting to spoil the reveal.

He turns around slowly, and instantly bursts out laughing at what he sees. He was practically on the floor crying from how hard he was laughing.

"I'll take that as a good sign." I grab my phone and stake a few selfies while Taylor tries to calm down.

"Babe. Babe." He was still laughing, but he made a point to get my attention. "Please, for the love of everything, can we do a dramatic photo shoot." The words spill out his mouth, and just as quickly as they came out, they're almost cut off by the thundering laughter that follows.

"Only if you dress up as Harry Potter." That sentence makes him stop dead in his tracks, and hold out his hand. I quickly shake it, leaving Taylor to scurry around the house for the next 30 minutes, as he looks for props and outfits for us to wear.

Eventually he hands me a black Slytherin robe, and a Hogwarts uniform, that he seemed to have a spare of, and pushes me into the nearest bathroom to complete the look.

I step out of the bathroom, fully embracing the student Tom riddle x Voldemort look, and see Taylor in a Gryffindor uniform, standing in front of a mirror, drawing on the infamous scar with one of my nude lip liners.

When he finishes, he turns to me with a smile, before popping his fake glasses on, and dragging me outside.

"Stand there, and look scary." He orders me.

As he takes the many photos, I try to really get into the role, and that means making Him laugh as hard as I can, with my limited knowledge of the wizarding world.

So far, I've called snape my homeboy, asked Harry (aka Taylor) to be besties, and asked if we could make some lit TikTok's - in the most sarcastic way I possibly could.

"Now let's get some of you!" I grab his phone, as he protests, but I follow through on making the boy pose as if he is the boy who lived.

"You know, even though I know you don't really know about Harry Potter, you sure are giving him goo-goo eyes." Taylor comments.

"Yeah, he has a cute butt, so I can't help but stare." I wink at him, which causes him to burst out laughing again.

" I just got hit on my Voldemort, Dreams do come true." He holds his hand to his chest and fakes a tear rolling down his eye.

"Shut up." I walk up to him, grab him by the Gryffindor tie, and pull him into a kiss.

"I think you should take that off before we do anything." He mumbles against my lips.

"Okay, that's it, no kisses for you, Voldemort or not, you're cut off." I walk back inside with Taylor trailing behind me, whining about the unfair rule I had put in place.

Needless to say, the removal process was interesting with Him there, and after I returned to my normal self, Taylor got all the kisses he could want.