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This might be a weird request, but can you write a fic where reader is a new teacher at abbot and is like really innocent, kinda like Ms honey from Matilda for reference, and Melissa just wants to ruin her and her innocence.

This is definitely kinky so I would understand if u don’t want to write it! But if you do their sex would definitely be kinky!🤭

-Caught in the moment-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Smut, very detailed Smut! Kinky

Warnings:yes! +18 Smut, Kinks

Summary:Melissa decides to show you what it was like to be with a real woman.

Hi! I love your username, it made me laugh a lot. I hope you like it, enjoy it and that it's what you expected 💞💞

Usually innocence went hand in hand with one's age, the younger one, the more innocent. But lately almost no one preserves their innocence, children from a very young age already know many things that perhaps they shouldn't, it was noticeable in their vocabulary and in their way of acting. They knew a lot about sex, drugs, and alcohol, lost their virginity at a very young age, and had almost no childhood anymore. Melissa knew all this, she saw it at school every day, especially in the slightly older students.

So accustomed to this behavior, she was surprised when you came to work at school, she never thought that the most innocent person there would end up being a teacher.

Mel loved your innocence, she actually loved disturbing it, she had so much fun making you nervous and making you stutter and blush. Barbara often called her out by telling her to stop bothering you, but as always, the redhead ignored her.

Your students called you Miss Honey because of how sweet you were to them, you always went above and beyond to protect and help them.

Many teachers loved you, but others didn't like the way you were, they thought that your innocence was just a façade...

Ava went into the teachers' room to make herself a coffee, everyone was there except you

-"What's up slackers" - she greeted everyone while grabbing her cup- "I need to know... What do you think about the new teacher?"-She whispered, looking for gossip

-"I think she's a good teacher, I haven't seen much of her classes but the kids love her for a reason" - Barbara commented truthfully

-"The other day when I was walking down the hallway I saw how she taught history to the little ones, they were so focused on her, I myself was attracted by the way she teaches and I stayed listening to her for a long time" - Jacob commented

-"Oh come on! Now that Janine is not here, the new girl is the new Janine, with her whiny voice and cheerful self... Help me here Melissa" - Ava kept insisting, trying to get some interesting comment out of them, but the redhead just shrugged her shoulders

-"I don't know, I like her" - Melissa said simply

-"Shocking" - Barbara commented, earning herself a blow to the arm from her friend.

-"Good morning my fellow pears" - You commented entering the room and everyone fell silent, especially Ava, without giving it much importance you started to make a coffee-"Anyone want more coffee?" - You offered and everyone refused, but Mel said yes and handed you her cup, which you carefully refilled and returned, the redhead brushed your hand smiling and took your wrist and brought you closer to her

-"Thank you little lamb" - Mel whispered kissing your wrist and then took a sip of her coffee humming, smiling and looking into your eyes- "Perfect and sweet like you..."-She whispered making you blush, her eyes, her smile, her lips on your wrist, everything she was was hypnotic, making it hard to take your gaze away from her. Someone coughed making you fall back into reality again

-"I made cookies, someone wants some?"-You offered to change the subject and avoid looking at the redhead, who followed your interaction with a lot of curiosity.

This wasn't the first time Mel had done that kind of thing only to see you blush and make you nervous, she did it so often that by this point others saw it as normal.

At the end of the break, you returned to your classroom with your students, who were excited to see you again.

Whenever Mel could, she would take advantage of the moment and pass by the door of your classroom just to listen to you talk to the children, conveniently your classroom was next to hers so she listened to you whenever she wanted.

-"Miss honey, a kid at lunchtime pushed me and my glasses broke" - A little boy commented to you with teary eyes just as the redhead was passing through the door, the boy was holding his glasses in his little hands and you sighed kneeling beside him with a soft expression, letting your flowery dress touch the ground, carefully you took his glasses and caressed his little face

-"I'm so sorry little one, do you know who it was?" - You asked him and he nodded-"Very well, I'll talk to their parents after school, yes?" - You whispered, and the little guy nodded again-"Would a hug make you feel better?" - The little boy nodded and you hugged him tight while he let out a few little sobs-"I'll fix your glasses right now" - You whispered hugging him and looked at the others kids-"Kids, do we have a friend who hasn't had a good day, any ideas to make him feel better?" - You asked questions and the kids started saying good ideas to help him, Mel smiled and went on her way.

At the end of the day, when almost all the children had left, you stayed at the school waiting for the parents of the child who had hit and broken your student's glasses. The aggressive kid was a few years older than your students, so he had more strength, and for some reason he had an arrogant smile as you waited for their parents.

Melissa was about to go to her car when she saw you in the driveway with the student, so she stayed next to you

-"Hi little lamb... You okay?" - She whispered and you nodded, avoiding looking her in the eye

-"Yes... I'm just waiting for his parents... That here they come" - You whispered seeing the student's parents. You tried to calmly and kindly explain the situation to them, but they were quite aggressive and defended their child at all costs, which made you understand why the boy had such an arrogant smile, he knew he wouldn't be in trouble because his parents stood up for him always

-"Look, I understand if you want to trust your son and his behavior, but many saw him push and hit one of my students and broke his glasses, I wish he would at least apologize or help the parents pay for his new glasses..."-You said, trying to make your voice as firm as possible

-"You're not going to come and tell us what to do or how to raise him"-They answered you in a bad way and you sighed

-"No one is imposing any of that on you , but if you don't start correcting and disciplining your child, he's going to get into more and more trouble... And he maybe ends up being a bad person" - You whispered without much confidence

-"Are you accusing my son of being a bad person? Who do you think you are?" - One of the parents got very angry and accused you by pushing your shoulder

-"Hey, let's calm down" - Melissa tried to diffuse the situation

-"No, that's not what I meant... I meant that if you don't discipline him he could end up being disrespectful and aggressive like you" - You didn't want to say it like that, but nerves got the words out before you could register them. And before you could correct yourself, a fist blocked your view. One of the parents had struck you with his fist over one of your eyes, stumbling you up and making you take a few steps back

-"Hey asshole!" - Melissa screamed and hit him back, standing up for you. The blow left you a little dizzy and you didn't register much more of what happened until Mel guided you to your classroom and brought an ice pack for your eye-"Are you with me litte lamb?" - she whispered putting the ice in your eye and you nodded

-"Are they gone?" - You asked sitting on a table looking at her with your good eye

-"Yes... Mr. Johnson called the police and they took care of it... It's cute how you wanted to defend your student, but we need to work on your reflexes..."-she joked and you nodded

-"Yeah... Thank you for standing up for me...and for this" - You pointed to the ice she was still holding, Mel smiled and carefully stroked your cheek

-"Don't even mention it" - She whispered and you couldn't help but smile at her, taking advantage of how close she was to admire her beauty, but the redhead frowned-"Stop looking at me like that" - Whispered

-"Why?" - You laughed

-"You look at me like a deer dazzled down by the lights of a car" - The redhead was still frowning

-"I'm dazzle by your gorgeous face..." - You whispered embarrassedly and she laughed

-"If you're going to flirt, at least do it with confidence... Do you want me to teach you? "-She joked and you jokingly shoved her

-"Maybe I don't know much about sex or that, but I know how to flirt, you just make me nervous..." - You confessed a little embarrassed

-"Do you want to learn?" - Mel whispered and stood between your legs, you looked up in confusion

-"What?" - you asked

-"If you want me to teach you, about sex... I'm sure if you know more about sex you'd be more confident to flirt with me" - she commented with an arrogant smile and you rolled your eyes

-"I don't think that fixes things, I'm shy by nature..."-You murmured looking away from her, tired of her making fun of you

-"Hey..."-Mel grabbed your jaw making you look at her-"I'm not making fun of you, I'm trying to make you understand how much I'm attracted to you...Look hon, I'm an older woman, I know what I want and like and I won't be messing around anymore, I want you, I love how you are, but I want to ruin that innocence and make you mine, I want the most inappropriate memories to come to your head when you think of me..."-she responded making you blush more, but you were too nervous to be able to respond-"Jesus! I'm telling you all these things and you keep looking at me with that innocent face, as if I didn't notice how you look at me out of the corner of your eye or how you look at my breasts when I bend down... Please tell me this isn't just my imagination because I'm going crazy..."-Melissa whispered, setting the ice on the table, you barely smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, which confused the redhead as she didn't expect that

-"I like you... But... I've never been with a woman, I don't know how to do any of this..."-You whispered embarrassedly and the redhead laughed caressing your jaw

-"Leave it to me, you just relax and enjoy" - She whispered before kissing your lip softly and slowly. Her lips were soft and had a little cherry flavor from her lipstick, they were plump and strong, expert at kissing. A shiver ran down your head, down your spine and down your feet as her teeth brushed your lips and she took a gentle bite pulling a little, an involuntary moan escaped your lips and you blushed a lot as you listened to yourself. You knew how to kiss, you'd done it several times, but she was something unlike anything you'd tried before. Mel smiled arrogantly as she listened to you and looked into your eyes with great desire, as if with your moan you would have activated something animalistic in her. Her firm hands rested on your thighs without taking her eyes off your face

-"You know? Your dresses always drive me crazy... But your moans are something else..."-she whispered over your lips and began to kiss your jaw as her hands lifted your floral dress a little so she could caress your skin, her nails purposely scratched your legs and you moaned softly again. Her kisses on your neck, her body against yours, her hands, everything around you was Melissa, and you couldn't be happier about it.

Mel began to kiss the neckline of your dress, gently biting your breasts as her hand moved up your leg reaching for the edge of your underwear

-"Mel..."-Her name came out like a groan from your mouth, in the ears of the redhead it sounded as if the angels were singing praises to god-"We're still in school, what if someone comes?" - Your voice trembled, but not with fear, but with pleasure

-"There's no one left, there's only Mr. Johnson cleaning the classrooms, but it will take a long time for him to get here..."-She whispered and pulled your dress up to your waist, smiling at the sight of your pink underwear with small flowers-"God, I want to ruin you so bad"-She murmured in a deep voice and knelt in front of you, licking her lips as if you were a delicious dish and she was a hungry woman who hadn't eaten in months. You tried to close your legs a little so you wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the redhead grabbed your knees avoiding it. She carefully grabbed one of your legs and began kissing it from your knee to almost your crotch, taking small bites along the way. And you just thought about how pathetic you should look trying to hold back your moans.-"I told you to relax..."-Melissa murmured against your thigh as if she could read your mind. Her free hand moved up your body to your chest and gently pushed you so that you were laying over the table, resting on your shoulders so that you wouldn't lie completely flat. Because of that position your legs spread further apart and that satisfied the redhead. With the tip of her nose, Melissa brushed and pressed her nose on your crotch over your underwear, causing you to shiver and a gasp to come out of your mouth as you let your head fall back-"That's it, relax..."-she whispered, and her nose brushed your crotch again, specially over the wet patch that had formed in your underwear. Which made her smile arrogantly when she saw how wet you were thanks to her. Gently she blew air from her mouth on where it was wet, giving you chills from how cold it felt. Her tongue traveled the same path her nose had traveled, it felt soft, the mixture of your juices with her saliva, but also the underwear generated friction against your fols and clit, which made you move your hips against her mouth, looking for more of it, more of her.

Mel pulled your underwear to the side without taking it off, coming face to face with your dripping entrance. Two of her fingers collected your juices and then spread it all over your vagina, then kept your lips open and separated. Your entrance was practically beating at this point, begging for her, for something else

-"Look at you, you don't look so innocent now little lamb..." - she whispered before burying her face between your legs. Her plump lips expertly sucked on your clit, alternating with the tip of her tongue to play with it too. At this point you were so wet that it was spreading down her chin and even wetting your desk. The redhead clawed at your legs again as her tongue penetrated you as deep as it could. At this point your moans were animalistic and desperate. You carefully rested your body on one of your hands and with the other you grabbed her hair by pulling it and pushing her face deeper and closer to you, without worrying if she could breathe or not. When the redhead's nose pressed down on your button, you started riding it on her face and it was a matter of seconds until you came on her face, letting out your loudest moan along with her name and a few insults. Without much strength you lay back completely on your desk while the redhead continued to lick your folds trying to make sure nothing went to waste. Your breathing was ragged and you felt like you were on another planet, as Melissa kissed your legs softly trying to help you come back to reality.

The moment your body reacted and you opened your eyes staring at the ceiling, your blood ran cold

-"FUCK!" - You screamed and Mel looked at you worriedly, when she followed your gaze, she saw on the ceiling a very well hidden, almost imperceptible camera, camera that had probably captured everything that had happened and that it was surely hiding and recording in Ava's office.

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wosoamazing · 1 month

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Qualifiers

Warnings: Knee Injury, IDK

A/N: Just a bit of a fluffy fic I guess, hope you like it, also I'm currently on mid semester break, so I hopefully will be getting more fics out.

“Steph, have you noticed they’re behaving? Like it’s so quiet” Caitlin remarked as she sat opposite Steph on the bus.

“No, they’re not behaving, they are just asleep.” She replied pointing to the seats where you, Kyra and Charli were all fast asleep, your head leaning on Charli’s shoulder. Everyone shifted their bodies so they could get a view of the three of you, all taking photos, finding the scene in front of them very cute.

“They’re so cute,” “Yeah when they aren't being menaces, Y/N is a really sweet kid though, she just has a lot of energy, I think that stems from….” “Yeah she is great, and such an amazing talent too,” Caitlin rescued Steph as she drifted off, hoping to cover the unfinished sentence, Steph was about to mention your ADHD to the team, all the girls at Arsenal knew about it but Steph hasn't asked you if you were okay with the Matildas knowing.

“How old is Y/N though?” Raso asked

“She turns 17 in June,” “Oh so she is like a baby” “Yeah,” Steph nodded, smiling at you.

“She lives with you and Dean right?” Alanna asked.

“Yeah. Her parents approached us when they found out she was singing for the club and asked if we could take her in, in a way, and we said of course. The club signed off on it and so she moved in with us”

“Wait, how do her parents know you? Or was it random?” “No, we knew them, well more specifically her Dad from our time at Melbourne City, most of you would know him too, he is like on the board or part of the leadership team or something for City as a whole, she explains it much better than I do, but basically he is between all the city clubs and so she couldn’t live with them because they didn’t want her to be alone for long period of time.” They all nodded

“How is she going at Arsenal? She’s been getting a decent amount of minutes hasn't she?”

“Yeah she has. I think she really enjoys it”

“But wait, why does she play for Arsenal if her Dad works for City. Like are they not City fans?”

“Well I don't actually think she is allowed to play for city, but she grew up supporting both Arsenal and City, so I don’t think it really mattered. But I think the main reason is she can't actually play for city.”

“I think she’ll be good for the team, and she is a diverse player, I think Jonas being indecisive has helped that but I mean, it wouldn't hurt to have an all rounder, she is good at everything. I’m just glad she has settled in well, like I know you are all nice and wouldn’t be mean but she is just so much younger, even compared to Kyra. But to be fair she did already know Kyra so that helped. But if anything I’m seeing her more with Charli than Kyra so that is interesting” Caitlin added some food for thought.

“Yeah and something we need to keep an eye on.” Steph said referring to you and Charli spending time together, worried Kyra was getting left out.

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You were doing mini drills in teams, so you had a brief break. You walked up to Steph and gave her a hug,

“Hey little one,” she said as she wrapped her arms around you to hug you back “you okay?”

You looked up to her “Yeah, am I not allowed a hug from my Stephy?”

“No, you are, of course you are. I just wanted to check if you were okay. You just seem a little off today that's all. But you know you can always talk to me about anything right?” Tony called both your names out as Steph was finishing what she said, so you let go of the hug rolling your eyes at her, before she put her arm around your shoulders and you walked off to Tony.

“Go have showers and get changed into clean training gear, the media team wants you both. Good work today though, love the effort.”

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“Yes Y/N” Tony said as you had your hand up, “Dad is calling me, I’m really sorry but could I answer?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead that is all good, let him know I said hi,” you nodded and walked out, normally Tony wouldn't let such a thing happen, but as you were younger he agreed.

You had just gotten off the phone with your parents, unfortunately they couldn't come to the game tomorrow, City needed your Dad for something, he was very apologetic and he had tried everything he could but City wasn't budging. Steph was right when she said you had seemed off today, because you were, you were just a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening, it was just lots of little things building to form one larger thing. You headed back towards the room feeling nervous for some reason, maybe you just weren't sure, you didn't really know, you hesitated slightly before opening the door, as you took a step in Steph immediately caught your eyes, she nodded to you and you made your way over to her rather than returning to your seat with Mini, Haper, Charlie and Kyra. A few tears left your eyes and Steph sat you down on her lap instead of you sitting down on the empty chair, you dropped your head into your hands and your body shook slightly as you silently cried. Steph rubbed your back as she looked up to Tony, who nodded at her and mouthed ‘go’.

“Hey, I’m going to take you up to my room, do you want me to carry you or do you want to walk?” You didn’t say anything but started walking, she followed behind, once you were out of the room you stopped and turned around to her, she picked you up and started heading for her room again. You weren't actually rooming with Steph but she knew you would want to be with her tonight, for some familiarity, so she placed you down on her bed before quickly going to get what you needed.

“Oh sorry,” Hayley said as she walked into the room, seeing you and Steph, you were still crying, you were just overwhelmed.

“It’s all good, we’ve both had showers so if you want you can have one.” “Thanks.”

By the time Hayley had finished her shower you were no longer crying however you still let out a shaky breath every now and then and from how you were playing with Steph’s rings she could tell you were still nervous. “Hey, you know you’re going to do amazing tomorrow, and if you make a mistake that's okay we all make them, and if you miss, that's okay as well, it happens, we’re humans we can't be perfect. But no matter what we are all going to be proud of you and the way you perform isn't going to affect how we all view you. You know they asked me how I would classify our relationship today, and I told them you were like my little sister. You know I love you right?” you didn't reply but nodded your head, she was a big sister to you, really everyone at Arsenal was like your big sister too you. A yawn escaped your mouth, “Lets get some sleep hey,” you shuffled around to be in a more comfortable position before you softly spoke “I love you too Steph”.

“Is she okay?” Hayley asked now that you were asleep. “Yeah, her parents just can’t make it to the game tomorrow and I think she is kind of scared, but she will be okay,” “Yeah, she is a great player, like really, I might head off to sleep now if that is okay with you,” “Yeah, see you in the morning.”

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In the 22nd minute you scored your first national team goal, you were ecstatic however 5 minutes later that feeling disappeared when you were pushed, causing your knee to lock before twisting, you heard a pop in your knee, as a pain of wave rolled over it, the world around you went fuzzy, this couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be your ACL, you couldn’t handle that, this was your first cap and now you might be out for 9+ months. You were quickly pulled back to reality by Tony calling all the girls over, who were surrounding you, they all dispersed except for one, who was wiping your tears away, as the medics assessed you. They gave you a green whistle before they stabilised your knee and moved you onto the stretcher, Steph wiped away the last few tears that appeared on your face, before placing a kiss on your forehead, you were then quickly taken down the tunnel, left in your own thoughts, you were so badly hoping it wasn’t your ACL.

There were about 25 minutes of the game left when there was a knock at the door, “come in” the door opened slightly to reveal Steph, whose eyes immediately melted when she saw you, your knee was heavily strapped and in a hinged brace, a pair of crutches leant against the bed.

“Oh, Y/N/N,” she said as she approached you, wrapping her arms around you.

The physio explained to her that you had dislocated your knee slightly, but they were able to put it back in place, she also explained that you had to keep the tape and brace on at all times, until you saw the specialist back in London, she explained they had booked in an appointment for you as well as an MRI.

“Is there any idea of when she can play again?” Steph said, now holding your hand in hers.

“We aren't able to say anything yet, there is no way of knowing what other damage was done, until she gets the MRI, the specialist will be able to tell you everything though when you see them.”

“Okay, thank you, are we able to head out to the pitch, or does she need to stay in here?”

“No, you’re all good to go out. I’ll give you two some space, just let me know if you need anything.” Steph nodded, you looked up to her, her gaze meeting yours.

“Do you want to go back out?” You nodded, “Okay, let's go.” Steph helped you get off the bed and she walked beside you as you slowly made your way back out.

The full time whistle was blown and the stadium erupted, the Matildas had just qualified for the olympics, Steph picked you up and spun you around, “We’re going to the olympics baby!”, you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t we it was her, their last number 20 did her ACL, maybe the jersey just came with bad luck.

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hazzabeeforlou · 1 year

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So on yet another road trip I did a dastardly deed and made a playlist of all Harry, Louis, and Niall’s solo stuff. And as I listened on shuffle, I just couldn’t escape the feeling that one of these things was not like the other. Niall’s songs more oft than not are about love—the temptress, desire, being left, the kind of embryonic beginnings and swift endings of someone who actually dates people. But Harry and Louis? You know that saying “history never repeats itself, but it rhymes”? That’s what they do. Album after album, era to era, I could trace a path through greif, miscommunication, petty fights, coffee, stars, too much thinking and too much drinking, annoyance, adoration. There’s a depth that belies an understanding. And going forward in time, songs that tackled other loves, moved to explore friendship (Matilda, That’s the Way Love Goes) and beauty and home and belonging (Common People, TPWK). There’s even the constant reference to smoking.

It’s not so much that I think they’re perfect people with a flawless happily ever after. But they’re bound still, in their songs, in their lyrics, rhyming in ways only visible from a distance, from a collective glance at how these threads weave a tapestry of growing up and getting wiser and healing. I’ve been willing to be disproved of their connection for a while now, and always the stunts are yearly and the articles too predictable, and I come back to listening to them in the only place they have control, and despite the added “girl who looked like you” or “went to your uni” or the pretense that Harry’s albums each have a distinct muse, this rhyming brings me back here. To boys who touched secretly behind tables. Who kissed while potato cameras watched. Who held hands miserably with girl after girl only to press their knees together on interview couches.

It all comes back to this every single time. They are steeped together—intermingled, crushed essence irretrievably bound in boiling waters—and it’s so obvious if you only listen.

#toni is in her emotions and RAMBLING #but yeah #I’ve been crying maybe?#mine #Harry and louis #boys in love

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morallyinept · 5 months

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A full transcribe of JAVI GUTIERREZ'S dialogue/lines from the film THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Of course.

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Mr Cage, I’m-

Javi.

I’m not sure I understand.

I think so.

I am Javi.

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It was fine. Normal. No big deal.

He was incredible. But also like, super cool. He was taller than I imagined because they say actors are pretty short.

No.

He was… just right.

No, we didn’t bring it up. I didn't bring it up. It wasn’t the right time.

I don’t know, Gabriela, maybe I am living in a fantasy world. I mean, look who we are talking about here, the man is a legend!

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Hi.

Huh?

Oh no, I’m sorry, I thought that… did you say? No, I… Oh, never mind. Yeah, so along those same lines, I was wondering, and it’s totally okay if you haven’t, but I was just wondering if you had a chance to read my screenplay?

Mr Cage, this is Ms. Gabriela Lucchesi. She runs all of our agricultural operations. And this is uh, my cousin. Lucas Gutierrez.

What? What do you mean “retired”?

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Gabriela said you are really excited about the cliffs.

Oh, shit! Shit!

We must go now!

Faster!

The General!

The General! The General forbade me to see his daughter Matilda. But we defied his orders! And now, he wants to end my life. Can’t you see him?

Stanislavski? Is he part of the resistance?

I’m sorry, but you can’t quit acting! You can’t!

Whether you like it or not, you have a gift. And that gift brings light and joy to an increasingly dark and broken world!

And to turn your back on that gift, is to turn your back on the entire human race

I’m afraid so.

If we don’t go now, they will fucking kill us! These people smell blood and they come running. They are almost to the edge of the forest. I can hear them! And Matilda, she is waiting down the coast. We have to go now! We have to jump!

I’ve always loved her.

Oh, shit!

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Are you two close?

How did you meet Olivia?

Beautiful film.

So what happened?

No. There's one woman, but uh… sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. And that's just the way it is. Anyway, Mr Cage, what is your favourite movie?

Number one, Face Off.

Number two, let me think… uh. The Cabinet of Dr Caligari.

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It’s hard, like you said, 100 plus years of rich cinema.

Paddington 2.

I cried through the entire thing. It made me want to be a better man.

I fucking told you.

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Truth, or dare, Nick?

Did you hate my screenplay? It’s okay if you did. I just need to know.

I sent it to your agent. He was supposed to give it to you.

Now? Like, right now?

I sent it.

No. Honestly I’m too nervous. My heart is beating so fast. I think I need to go to bed.

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I just want to thank you all for coming tonight. It means more to me than you can know. And I would like to tell a story. A few years ago, my relationship with my father had deteriorated to the point where we were no longer speaking. He could be extremely difficult, my father. And to be fair, maybe I am not that much better. Haha. But when he got sick, I realised I didn’t want to lose him before we could repair our broken relationship.

But I didn’t know how. And then one day, about a week before he died… it happened. A miracle. I looked up and I saw on a tiny little hospital TV… Guarding Tess. We disagreed about literally everything, my father and I. Except for this movie. We both loved it. We would quote it back and forth. In a way, my father was Tess. The former first lady, and I was Doug Chesnic, the secret service agent charged with taking care of him. That movie brought us together. So, on behalf of my late father and myself, I want to thank you.

I bet you didn’t know Doug Chesnic could have such an impact on someone.

Well, thank you for your sacrifice. It was extraordinary.

So, does that mean you want to be in it?

I say, yes. Yes.

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Mr Cage.

Nick. I realised that if we are going to create a work of art, we can’t just sit and stare at a screen. We have to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer.

Divine inspiration. LSD.

So, I was thinking that maybe our movie would be character-driven.

Right. Or like big explosions.

And work on multiple levels.

And maybe it's just the drugs talking, but what if we had, like a big drug scene?

Fuck, man (In Spanish)

It’s going to be so fucking good! But like, what's it about?

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In terms of genre, I-I like comedies. But not when it’s just two people sitting around, talking.

Oh.

Nick. Listen. You know what I was thinking? Maybe we could have, like a paranoid, thriller-y angle.

Right. Right. Wait, have they been watching us?

Fuck! Did you see that? They just looked over at us.

No, no. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I will look again. Are you ready?

No, that’s how you spook a bear.

A fake laugh? Okay, good.

Oh, no.

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Do you see them?

Here. Use me as a human stool. Do it!

I have a very big head. I’m not gonna make it, am I? Will you tell Gabriela I will miss her?

No. It’s okay. You go live a good life.

But then, we will both die, and I could never live with myself after that, so you let go! You let go!

Goodbye, Nicolas Cage.

I’ll never forget you. Now you get the hell out of here, you go!

Mr Cage?

Hey.

Oh. Yeah… turns out we could have just walked around.

Whatever.

There they are!

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Ow! Ow!

You have to drive on acid, you are a better driver than me.

Because I read that you did all of your own driving stunts in Gone in 60 Seconds.

The wheelies are amazing. Now drive the car! They’re coming, let’s go!

Oh! Holy shit!

Holy shit!

No, Nick. I have an idea. Maybe this movie… maybe it’s about this. About us. Our relationship.

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You want me to let you in there, huh?

Regardless of what the consequences are? Because once you go in there… it could change the way you feel about me. Our entire relationship could change, Nick Cage.

Is it too much?

I know, I am sorry if it is weird.

The Rock.

Con Air. Heh.

No, it's not creepy.

Mandy is a masterpiece.

Of course they are real.

Made especially for the film.

Just look at the guns.

Hmm. About 6,000.

I am sorry, Mr Cage, but this is not for sale.

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Hold on, hold on. Your daughter gets kidnapped?

But who kidnaps her?

The barrel is definitely not warped. Who kidnaps her?

It feels like a completely different movie.

And then what? The finale is about two men saving the girl? That’s terrible.

Give me the gun. You know the key to shooting well? Controlling your breath. Do you know how to control your breath, Nick? Your heart. Your heart must be still. At peace. My heart… is not still. My heart is not at peace. Do you know why?

Because you’re lying to me.

Don’t fucking lie to me.

Don’t fucking lie to me!

I know why you keep on talking about this kidnapped girl. You feel guilty about your relationship with your own daughter.

You are blocked. Creatively. Because you feel guilty about what kind of father you have been.

Pull!

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Nick, I need you to come with me.

I’m sorry to have to take this step, Nick.

No, it is the only option.

What? There’s no need to call them. They are here.

Unfortunately, I can’t do that. You left me no choice!

Yes. Creatively.

No, physically he is tremendous. I mean, he will probably outlive us all.

Ha!

Look, I have grown to care very deeply about your father. And ex-husband. We are working on a movie together. A beautiful character-driven, adult drama. But, he has so many unresolved issues with you, that it is beginning to bleed into the work in a negative way. Isn’t that right, Nick?

Well, you see he has so many regrets.

Well, I had a cat die in the kitchen. And my grandmother was never able to get rid of the smell. I am very sorry for the inconvenience, but this is an emergency. Have lunch with us. And let him say what he has to say. Don’t you think that is a good idea, Nick?

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Wow. That was fucking pathetic.

No, no, no. I am honestly speechless.

Shit. I think we have more work than I realised, but this is good. This is very good. This is a good first step.

Gracias.

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(In Spanish) Well, Lucas. What was so urgent you came all the way up here?

(In Spanish) Sergio Baldassari? The head of the Calabero crime family? I thought he was dead?

(In Spanish) You’re the boss. It’s your call.

(In Spanish) Wait. The election? That means you… You kidnapped Delgado’s daughter.

(In Spanish) What? Who’s being betrayed?

(In Spanish) Lucas, what's wrong? What does any of this have to do with me?

Oh, bullshit.

(In Spanish) What? No. Lucas, no. I had no idea.

(In Spanish) Lucas. Calm down! Calm down!

(In Spanish) Lucas, please don't do this. I swear to God, I didn’t know. No! No! No! No! No!

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Hi.

I’m sorry. I should have asked you before bringing them down.

And I was thinking maybe a kidnapping would work. Our movie would start out as a beautiful character piece, and then slowly change into a more thrilling…

Would you like to drive out to the cliffs? Clear our heads and think through the third act?

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So…

Yeah.

These? No. I’ve had these.

I don’t wear them very much. I don’t think they're really me.

Do you wanna try them on? I think they would look amazing to you.

Oh, wow! Those look incredible on you.

Yeah.

Like, permanently?

Okay.

I totally agree. It’s just… easy.

Well… I guess it’s time to figure out how this thing ends.

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Nick… I meant what I said back there. Which is why this really hurts.

I’m sorry, Nick.

Wait. You were gonna kill me? And are those my golden guns?

Why the fuck would you kill me?

My cousin Lucas is the head of the organisation!

The whole world thinks I run it. When my father died, Lucas took over. He forced me to be the figurehead.

You don’t just leave this world, Nick. You, and everyone you care about, is in constant danger. Why do you think I cannot be with Gabriela?

Are you fucking kidding me? I can’t be with Gabriela because that would put a target on her back. Wait, you seriously didn't realise that we liked each other?

You're in the CIA!

No way. You go first.

I don’t wanna kill you.

I fucking love you!

It’s my cousin. He must've known I wouldn't kill you.

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Faster!

Okay. You just run out there. You get the truck. You come back and get me. I will keep a lookout.

I love that plan. I do. But, you are a faster runner than me, even in subpar footwear. I saw how fast you were in National Treasure.

Not according to the Making Of featurette.

Wait! So you’re gonna go? I’m going with you.

There they are!

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He’s coming up on us.

On your left! On your left!

Holy shit!

Hit the brakes! Hit the brakes! He’ll hit the back of the truck.

Yes it will, yes it will! Just do it, do it, do it, do it!

Don’t worry, he’s totally passed out.

Fuck!

I’m okay. Are you okay?

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There are more soldiers coming. We have to go.

His people could still be in the area. We have to go.

I have a place. Let’s go. Come, come. Come now.

I bought this house 10 years ago for a situation just like this. It has everything we need. Food, passports, materials for disguise. We’ll be safe for the night.

Olivia. I promise you will get your daughter back.

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The girls are likely being held in my cousin’s compound. It is a monastery that they use as a cover, but it is a fortress. It is impenetrable. There are walls on every side.

Tunnels. But with metal doors that only open from the inside. Even if it weren’t for all of the armed guards, it is impossible to get in.

We are going to walk straight in through the front gate.

Lucas is trying to form an alliance with Sergio Baldassari, the head of the Calabero crime family.

Exactly. And since no-one has seen him, no-one knows exactly what he looks like. Olivia. Nick says that you were an incredible makeup artist when you met. So, with some prosthetics and a little makeup…

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Wait. Where is Nick?

He will never make it out if there alive.

Hey!

Shit, come on. Nick, go. Go!

Oh, shit!

Olivia, hand me the guns. They’re right in there.

Okay, stop the truck. I will slow them down.

Yes! You are two kilometres from the embassy. If I slow them down you will all make it.

No!

I'm never going to have any kind of a life unless I stand up to my cousin! I need this. Now, go. Go!

You stayed.

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Nick.

Oh, no, I couldn't watch. I was, uh… I was too nervous. How did it play?

Really? Oh, wow!

This is… Nick. Thank you.

Do you wanna ride to the party with me? They want to interview us. Uh, Vanity Fair.

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I just want you to enjoy yourself, have fun. You will have the rest of the day to unwind, tomorrow to explore. And the big party on Sunday.

N.A.T.I.O.N.A.L.T.R.E.A.S.U.R.E.2

Colon. Book of Secrets. All caps.

I mean, I can change it, if you want.

I should have changed it. I apologise.

You are right, why would I? It is a wonderful film and a phenomenal password.

Welcome to Mallorca, Mr Cage.

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Okay. You ready?

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole!

Yes, I'm sorry.

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole?

What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole!

We cut the chit chat, A-hole!

Chit chat, A-hole!

A-hole!

What do you say, what do you-what do you say- fuck, Javi! What do you say-what do you say-what do you say we cut the chit chat, A-Hole!

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#javi gutierrez #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #PPCU #javi guttierrez tuwomt #tuwomt #the unbearable weight of massive talent #javi g #javi g dialogue

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Edit : This is a cultural thing. But I'm keeping this up because miss honey!Morena is a fun, angsty idea.

Okay so something that Gale says that has always made me wonder is when he says something along the lines of, "Oh, I'm sure Morena doesn't mind."

Now this could be a cultural difference or something but I could not imagine referring to my mother by her first name like that. Maybe during doctor's appointments but never in that way.

So I had a thought. What if Gale is some sort of talented storm sorcerer orphan prodigy and was adopted by Morena when he's around 10/12 or something (Matilda style). Which is also around the time that Mystra meets him because he's really good at magic. Morena probably teaches him the wizard ways of magic.

But because he gets adopted by Morena around the same time as meeting Mystra, mini-Gale thinks that both of these events are because of him being a prodigy. (Its not, Morena just loves Gale. Don't we all.)

This would give context to the line, "You love me for the man that I am, not the magic I command. Noone has ever loved me so purely."

Because let me tell you, I was a bit confused when he said that. Like Gale... Tara??? Your mother? I know it's probably more like a nobody-loves-me kind of speech but it did catch me off guard.

We also know that he was a very "look at what I can do" kinda kid and yeah, kids are just like that, but what if it was also a, "im still really talented, i swear"

This would make him being abandoned by Mystra so so heartbreaking. Which would explain why he never tells his mother about the orb or even writes to her during the events of bg3. Because he's afraid of disappointing her, of being abandoned by her. So he tries his best to deal with all of those problems on his own.

Of course, this would erase my beloved Mamma Mia! Morena hc and is wholly dependent on the fact that my culture just doesn't do that first name thing.

But let me know??? Is this a normal thing? Do you guys ever refer to your parents by their first names in the way Gale did?

#gale dekarios #bg3 #gale bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale headcanons

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concreteburialplot · 6 months

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Intertwined // 04

04 - Snapped Neck

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

masterlists: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.1k

warnings; VERY SAD 🥲, mild yelling/verbal abuse?, hints at past abuse, reference to past character death, noah is a devastated horrible depressed mess, short time skips, don’t say i didn’t warn you - sorry in advance, don’t hate me 🥲

reminder; THIS IS AU, nothing is meant to be accurate, including family history/events/dynamics/members/names !!

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

i’d like to offer a small playlist for this chapter:

seven - taylor swift

matilda - harry styles

winner - conan gray

hard times - ethel cain

anything 4 u - LANY

if it keeps you up at night - the swoons

-NOAH-

After much-needed water bottles, I’m finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. Folio’s asleep in bed next to me while I lay on a laughably thin blanket on the floor. My eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and all I’m focused on is the popcorn ceiling and counting each plaster peak.

The party rages on the other side of the room and I wonder if anyone out there is sober enough to take me home. It’s almost 1 am and the party hasn’t slowed down. I sigh roughly and roll over to wrap the thin pillow around my head to cover both ears. Even through the cotton I can still vaguely hear the music and a song starts that Nicholas and I were obsessed with a couple months ago.

I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,

“That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch…”

Such a silly song, even though it’s nothing like what we play or what we regularly listen to – we somehow always get the same pop-y songs stuck in our heads at the same time, then end up loving them unironically.

I shake my head with a stupid grin, thinking about the time we were in the kitchen doing a proper, ridiculous performance while we blasted it through a Google speaker. It started with that song but then snowballed into an entire concert at 2 am – all while his little sister just made fun of us, until she eventually caved in and joined our set.

We were all mic-ed up: me a dustpan, Nicholas a broom, and Stella a spatula.

I dig my front teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a laugh that would definitely wake up Folio.

The memory makes the ground below me that much more rigid.

I’ve already tried sleeping every which way on this god-forsaken carpet, but I can’t seem to get comfy.

The hard floor must be the reason I can’t fall asleep.

I flip back to lay flat.

I don’t really understand why Nick got so upset, but it’s been a long night, so I guess I get it. I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled about getting in the lake. Fucking Folio.

And I know he doesn’t like parties.

I don’t really like them either. I think? Maybe I do now? I don’t know.

But I didn’t want to do this without him.

And I just let him leave like that…

God why did I let him leave.

I want to go home.

I need to go home.

There’s a sharp twist in my stomach when I unlock my dying phone and find no texts from him.

I open my bank app to check my balance. $33.87.

I exit and click on the Uber app, put in our address to see the price. $27.59.

I hit request.

I get home after an Uber ride from a questionable middle-aged man with ridiculous combover.

I fumble with my keys at the front door only to find that it’s not locked. I press my weight against the creaky wooden door to push it open. The house is quiet, if Nick’s car wasn’t in the driveway, I’d think the house was completely empty.

I quietly set my keys down on the wooden dining table across from the kitchen. The bedroom door in the hallway is closed, which I expected. I cross the linoleum and very gently twist the doorknob to peer inside. The small room is illuminated solely by moonlight beaming in through the large window by the bed. I step into the room and click the door closed behind me. When I walk over to the bed, the shimmering white light acts like a spotlight on his face and what I notice churns something deep in my chest. Dried streaks coat his face and look almost like rivers from puffy red eyes.

Surely, he didn’t come home that upset because of the argument we had, right?

I tug at my lip and very gently slip into bed beside him beneath the puffy duvet. The movement causes Nicholas to stir and turn away from me. I stay completely still, not even moving a muscle until he’s completely settled then turn in the same direction as him, just inches away from his back.

If he’s that upset with me, would he even want me here?

Am I intruding?

Is it really intruding if I live here too?

Maybe I should’ve stayed on Folio’s floor.

It’s only then that it really sets in that I really moved out, well more like kicked out, and I live here now. Mostly anyway.

But just because you live somewhere doesn’t mean it’s your home. While I love living with my best friend, and I love his family, and they feel like family – they’re not. As much as they try to not make me feel like one, I am an outsider here.

Even Folio in his frat house, sure he just got hazed and whatever, but he belongs there.

I don’t belong anywhere.

The closest thing I’ve gotten to what I imagine belonging feels like, is with Nicholas. But again, he has no tie to me. We’re friends of course, but if I pissed him off and he wanted me gone… well I’d have nothing. I’d have nowhere to go.

I hate this feeling, this feeling of relying on people.

It’s weird taking up space somewhere you have to walk on eggshells because it’s not yours. Because you don’t belong.

It’s not like I felt like I belonged at home either, not after Mom passed.

So here is better than there at least.

At least there’s no yelling or slamming doors here.

My eyes drift through the moonlit darkness to the small pile of my belongings in the corner of the room. The sight sends a chill up my spine and my heart rate noticeably rises. I’m reminded that there are still some things waiting for me at my stepdad’s.

I want the ability to truly get on my own, if I don’t want to rely on people, I need to get my stuff so that I can actually make something of myself.

I need to at least try.

And to do that, I need my guitar and my keyboard. I’m nothing without them – and I won’t be able to be anything without them.

-NICHOLAS-

My eyes shoot open when shrill screams fill my eardrums. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise, especially since I had gone to bed alone.

I don’t have the luxury of trying to figure out how Noah got home, just that he is and he’s having another night terror.

“Fuck.” I mutter.

Because I did such a great fucking job dealing with this last time.

I tug at his freezing cold arm and shake him vigorously but of course, it didn’t do much the first time, why would it have a different result now.

I replicate what I did the last time and straddle his lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning them at his sides to restrain his jerky movements.

“NOAH!” I repeat his name with increasing volume.

He wakes up slowly after a couple times of calling his name.

“Nicholas?” He asks groggily, with furrowed brows and squinted eyes.

I sigh, “Night terror.” I state curtly and pull off him, landing beside him with my back towards him.

“Oh.” He says softly and his eyes falter. “Sorry.”

There’s a twist of guilt in my gut because I should be softer with him after his terror, but I just don’t have it in me tonight. The teary soreness in my eyes reminds me just how much I don’t have it in me. I tug the sheets closer to my body.

He rustles around a bit trying to get comfortable, but I fall back asleep quickly. For a bit.

It’s not long after, maybe an hour or two, that I’m awoken once again but this time to a bunch of noise and the overhead light on at full brightness.

“What the fuck.” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing one eye while keeping the other mostly shut.

I turn to find Noah sitting on folded knees, manically rummaging through the couple bags he moved in with. He’s ripping through each one, tossing pieces of clothing out left and right, shaking out the empty bags as if they have hidden compartments.

“What the fuck are you doing Noah.” I ask, my tone soaked in annoyance, exhaustion, and anger.

“I can’t find some of my shirts. I need to get the rest of my shit out. Today.” He replies, his words rushed.

My brows knit together at his sudden – and poorly timed – bout of bravery and motivation. He’d been putting this off and avoiding it for weeks. And now he’s tearing apart his stuff, throwing shit all over our room at 4:30 in the morning… after a night of drinking?

I yawn and shake my head in confusion, “Wait, wait, wait, how did you even get home?”

“Uber.” He replies simply, his gaze still focused on his third bag not even looking up at me.

“You took an Uber home?” I ask somewhat skeptically, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

His rummaging movements pause with a bundle of shirts in hand, “Didn’t wanna bother you.” Then continues digging through the bag.

Normally I would go on a tangent about how I’d rather call me to pick him up instead of doing something stupid like possibly be driven home by someone inebriated – but I’m much too depleted, both physically and emotionally to do so.

“Well, you should’ve called me.” I tug the cotton sheets closer to my body and bunch the material to my chest. “What is this really about? You’re acting so strange.”

I reach over to the light switch and turn the knob to dim the white-yellow hue of the light above us.

“I just need to get my shit, Nicholas.” He huffs, seeming aggravated by my questions.

“Well, you’re gonna go alone if you keep snapping at me like that.” I retort, even though I’d never let him go alone.

He exhales and deflates with a balled-up band tee in his hands. “I just need to do it today. If I don’t do it today, I might not ever be able to.”

Honestly, this is the last thing I fucking needed after earlier tonight. I just wanted to fucking sleep. And not be around Noah.

Yet here I am, awake, around too much Noah.

“Fine.” I sigh. “Fine, we can go today – but only if you fucking wrap up whatever the fuck you’re doing and come to bed. If we’re really doing this today, you don’t need to be sleep-deprived for it.”

“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly and begins gathering the clothes to shove back into the bags. “But I probably won’t be able to sleep.”

“Well, you should at least try.” I scoot back into my left side to make room for him.

The box spring squeaks under the weight of him when slides in and immediately turns away from me. Normally I would be a tad offended, but tonight, I’m grateful.

Surprisingly, small snoozy noises escape him not long after his head hit the pillow. I lay facing him, watching the rise and fall of his ribcage like a metronome.

Concern and fear suddenly flood my bloodstream like a bad drug. Getting most of his stuff out the first time was no picnic and I just know this last time is going to be even worse. Frankly, I’m a tad worried about the things he’d left behind, I wouldn’t put it past his stepdad to throw them out.

I shake my head and try to focus on my breathing to calm me down. When that doesn’t work, I try counting.

I drift off to sleep before 30.

My faux-leather steering wheel cover cracks under my fidgeting fingers. Noah can’t seem to sit still, running his hands up and down his thighs probably to self soothe. The anxiety is thick and tangible in the car. He would never admit it to me, but I know he’s scared shitless about going back home. Noah always tried to hide it from me, but I’m not stupid. It doesn’t matter how “anemic” or thin you are, you don’t amass that many bruises that frequently. I always wondered if that’s why he started wanting so many tattoos so suddenly. Maybe, on some level, that’s what made me want to start tattooing in the first place.

The normally 20-minute-long car ride felt like three hours, but when we arrived, I could’ve sworn it had only been 3 minutes.

I park on the curb at the end of the driveway and shut off the car. Just being on the tiny patch of lawn has my heart thumping through my chest and it’s not even my battle.

But I guess if I’m here with him,

If it’s his, it’s mine too.

As much as he wasn’t prepared to do this, neither was I. My gaze lands on the rectangular windows of the small yellow house. From the outside, it looks so normal, so happy even. It’s almost eerie how far from the truth that is.

I look over at him, just now realizing he hadn’t said a word the whole ride. He’s slumped in the passenger seat, one lanky arm wrapped around his own waist and the other stationed at his mouth. His eyes glued to the house behind me as he chews on his thumbnail.

“We can still go back home, Noah. We don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” I offer gently, mostly because I don’t think either of us are fully equipped to do this.

“No. I have to do this.” His eyes finally falter away from the house and land on me.

“Okay. You sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “No. But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, okay?” I hold out my pinky. “Always, remember?”

He nods and hooks onto my pinky. “Always.”

As expected, I’ve landed myself in the middle of a brawl between Noah and his stepdad. I feel guilty and useless standing there as a bystander not interfering, but my feet can’t seem to move and my vocal cords have ceased to function.

Noah started off strong, full of adrenaline and blind bravery, but it didn’t take long for George to wear him down.

My heart beats loud in my ears and I can’t hear a word they’re saying. All I see is him waving around Noah’s guitar like it’s a toy, using it as an extension of his exaggerated furious expressions. Noah’s tall, but George is much taller and stronger than him, so Noah just looks like a mouse running around an elephant, scrambling trying to snatch the instrument back.

I’m not sure what they’re even screaming about but the argument escalates further than I ever expected it to. My eyes round as I witness each of George’s hands slide to either end of the guitar’s neck.

He wouldn’t

As if in slow motion, I watch the light pale from Noah’s face. His eyes wide and teary, and his brows curled up. I can see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes in real time as he watches his stepdad easily snap the neck of his beloved guitar.

The break is quick and sharp and fills the room with the sound of cords plucking and wood splintering. The noise after is even louder though, just jarring silence.

Until George opens his mouth again. “Get your sad, pathetic little toys and your little boyfriend out of my goddamn house.” Rasps his deep Western accent.

He forcefully tosses the broken instrument at Noah, hitting him so hard it knocks him backwards. The livid man storms across the house and slams the master bedroom door behind him.

Noah’s knees buckle and land harshly on the carpeted floor, holding the guitar in his arms as if it’s a wounded soldier in battle. His face scrunches up around his eyes and tears just begin pouring from him. His chest hiccups with each sob that escapes. He curls the wooden pieces in his arms into his chest and rests his forehead against the curve of the guitar. His cries heave his entire body.

I’m frozen where I stand. What I just witnessed might as well have been a murder. I’ve seen Noah cry, of course, but this is something I’ve only ever seen once before. Besides that one time, I’ve never seen him this bad. At least, he’s never letme see him this bad.

I gently meet him on the floor. For some reason, I feel hesitant to touch him, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing.

I don’t dare even touch the arms that are gripped onto his guitar so, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even react to my touch at all, as if he can’t even feel it.

“Noah…” I say cautiously. “Let’s just get you out of here, okay? We just need to grab your stuff and get out. We can figure this out later… later when we’re not here.”

He doesn’t respond and when I try to nudge him even a little bit, he’s solid like concrete where he’s kneeled.

“C’mon Noah we gotta go.” I stretch up to double-check that the bedroom door is still closed. “I’ll get the rest of your stuff. We just need to get you out of here.” I urge and squeeze his shoulder a bit.

His fingers dig into the instrument as he takes a deep sniffle and screws his eyes shut tight, shoving the salty tears out. He just gives me a little nod against the guitar, letting me know that he understands but doesn’t move.

“Please, Noah.” I beg and try pulling at his arm again. “Please get up. I need you to get up for me.”

He gives a little of his arm to me and not much more. But I take what I can get and use both of my arms to weakly lift him up from the floor by his underarms. I basically carry him out of the house, his body limp as I drag him backwards across the overgrown lawn. Shards of dying grass cling to our clothes and dust kicks up all over the back of his jeans.

I feebly open my back door and let him crawl into the backseat with the guitar tight in his grip. He immediately lays with it across the cushions and some boxes.

Luckily, we had gotten most of his belongings already so there was just the final sweep left to do.

Thankfully, George is still holed up in his room, though that doesn’t ease my panicked heart-pounding in my ears. Noah’s room is completely bare except for a half-filled trash bag of miscellaneous belongings. I drag the heavy bag across the stained beige carpet, but I stop at something that catches my eye.

In one cubicle of many that make up a huge bookshelf are a couple of photo albums in chronological order spanning over a few years. From the peek-through covers I can tell that they’re filled with pictures of his parents, or maybe at least his mom.

My head snaps at a stir that comes from behind the bedroom door and in a split-second decision, I scoop all the photo albums and throw them into the black trash bag. I use all my strength to heave the now extra bulky bag across the yard as I run towards the car.

I toss the bag into the trunk and slam the door before rounding the car, throwing myself so hard into the driver’s seat that I nearly tip the car over. I take a glance in my rear-view to check on Noah and find his body tightly curled around the instrument sobbing even worse than how I left him. Seeing him like this… gives me an ache in my chest that I didn’t even know could hurt so much. It’s so excruciating that I could almost vomit from it.

I quickly shift the car into drive and speed off so fast that my wheels squeal.

I’m unsure what to do or what to say. It feels like saying anything would only make things worse at risk of saying something wrong. I always feel guilty when situations like this happen with his family because I can’t imagine what he feels. I don’t know what I’d do without my family, and I can’t even fathom someone treating their child like that, especially him. Noah is the last person on earth that deserves that.

I bite my nail as I walk back and forth in the living room lost in my thoughts.

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down?” My mom suggests patting the couch cushion next to her. “Pacing around the living room isn’t going to help anything.”

I sigh and meet her on the couch, “You should’ve seen him, Mamá.” I run my fingers through my sweat-coated roots. “Oh my god, it was horrible.”

She begins rubbing small circles into my back, “I know Gatito.” She tries to soothe, using her Spanish nickname for me – she always told me I resembled a small cat. “But we know what his family is like, I’m surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.”

“Yeah…” I trail off, biting down hard on my thumbnail thinking of all the things we never told her his stepdad had done. If she knew the things he’d done to him – especially in front of me – who knows what she’d do. She’s a Hispanic single mother, nothing would be able to stop her – and a George vs. Mom battle royal is the last thing we need.

“I’ve just never seen anyone that… defeated before. That guitar was everything to him.” I hang my head and use both hands to cover my face.

“Well, you know, maybe we could pull together some extra money by Christmas?” She offers. “I could pick up some extra shifts at the hospital.”

“No, no, Mom, you don’t understand.” I sigh and turn my head to her against my propped palm. “His mom gave him that guitar.”

“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.

“There’s a music store in town where I get my vinyls, they do repairs there.” My sister speaks up from across the room, resting on the column that separates the living room from the kitchen. “Maybe you could see if they could fix it?”

I blink blankly as I process her words and it’s like a lightbulb illuminates above my head. “You actually might have a good idea for once Stell.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m trying to be helpful, you don’t have to be rude.”

“I’m your brother, it’s kind of my job to be rude.”

“Whatever.” She takes a sip from her obnoxiously sized water bottle. “There’s a really cute guy that works there, I think he does most of the repairs. His name is Jolly, tell him Stella sent you.” She winks.

“Augh.” I groan in disgust and wave her boy craze away. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I add sarcastically.

A serious stillness falls over the room like everyone is equally unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you gonna do about Noah?” Stella asks softly, her voice laced with concern.

My leg bounces in anxious uncertainty as my eyes drift over to my closed bedroom door.

“I don’t know.”

I gently knock on my door and slowly creek it open. The room is pitch black with just Noah on the bed curled up around his guitar, his shoulder length hair splayed across the pillows, and the duvet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’d been hidden away in my room like this since we got home.

“You awake?” I question timidly, readjusting the tray in my hands.

It takes a moment, but he replies with a tiny, short groan.

“I brought you soup. You know, the chicken noodle my mom makes that you like so much?”

Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.

I take it as permission to enter and precariously make my way over to him. There’s a sliver of mattress left behind him, and I fit half my ass on it.

I allow him the space to be quiet with me for a bit.

“How are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s an asinine question.

He just sniffles.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh quietly. “Is there anything I can do?”

He sniffles again and scooches further into the bed, onto my side.

I silently tap my index finger on the plastic tray, pondering what that could mean before I speak. “You want me to lay with you?”

He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.

“Okay, I can do that. But can you eat for me?”

He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.

I exhale knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. “Noah, you’ve gotta eat.”

He shakes his head in resistance again.

“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”

A pause before he lets out a defiant but agreeing sigh.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?”

He shakes his head.

I breathe out trying not to sound annoyed because I should be grateful that he even cooperated this much.

Maneuvering around him from behind, I hold the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Thankfully, the soup had cooled down to just a bit warmer than room temperature. I scoop a spoonful of it, making sure to get a little bit of everything: noodle, chicken, and carrot – if he’s only going to take a couple bites, I have to make sure they count. I carefully bring the spoon over to his lips, he lifts his head just a bit and takes the spoonful into his mouth. He let me give him 4 or 5 bites, which was more than I expected, before rejecting the rest.

I set the bowl on the nightstand, lift the sheets, and nestle into the space he made for me.

“Thanks for eating.” I say quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”

He nods mutely.

I press my lips together. “I’m sorry about what happened today.”

He’s silent. Slowly but surely sniffles and sobs begin to pour from him again. I immediately feel the twist of guilt in my stomach for being the one to trigger his tears again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I can leave if you want some priv–“

His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.

“Stay.” He begs in a coarse whisper, the first thing he’s said since we came home. “Please?”

His voice is so cracked and hoarse, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was sick.

I falter a second to respond but he must’ve felt the hesitation.

“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”

The churn in my chest returns and there’s an ache in my heart that accompanies it. If I could somehow magically take all of this away, I would, even if it meant trading places with him. Even if it meant I’d be the one hurting instead.

I feel so fucking useless, not being able to do much for him.

But at least I can do this.

“Okay.” I respond cautiously and settle further into the bed, now essentially spooned around his body.

His grip on my wrist never left so I let our joined arms rest on his hip. I can’t seem to gather with the right words to say to him, I mean what can you really say after something like that?

So, I offer him the only words that feel suitable.

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. You know that right?”

There’s a long quiet, so long that I think he may have fallen asleep.

But then he squeezes my wrist.

“Thank you.”

I sense the urge to do something, but I’m not sure how he’ll react. I don’t know, maybe it would help?

I tug at where his hand meets mine and he gives me an upset grumble, like he doesn’t want me to leave.

“I just… is it okay if - can I try something?” I ask shyly, suddenly very nervous, nervous enough to have my heart racing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his brows furrowing. I can tell he wants to be stubborn and keep me latched there, but curiosity always gets the best of him. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist.

I didn’t notice that my palms were sweating until I’ve retrieved my hand. I press my lips flat and feel like my ribcage could burst open at any minute from how hard my heart beats against it.

My body is screaming at me to do it and as much as I want to fight it, I can’t.

Maybe it would help

I let my arm go where it wants to go. It slithers beneath the covers and through the space between Noah’s arm and his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull flush against him.

We both freeze. My ears grow warm as the hour-long seconds pass.

Maybe he’s uncomfortable

Maybe he thinks this is weird

Maybe it is weird?

Is this weird?

Maybe he doesn’t like it

Maybe I’m making it worse

Maybe–

Unexpectedly, he just melts into me. His body molds into my arms like they were made just for him.

He finds my arm and brings it to his face, pressing his damp, swollen eyes against it. Small sobs fall into my arm and his grip on me is so tight I could turn blue.

Maybe he feels safe, and maybe he just needed to feel safe to let the rest out.

My own eyes well up at the sound of him, at the feeling of his body heaving in my arms. I press my forehead against his shoulder.

“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna be here.” I reassure him again through my own held-back tears.

He wipes his tears off with the collar of his shirt before pulling my arm back around his chest. He nuzzles into me, and I feel my heart swell so big it fills my entire chest.

I think I already know the answer, but I wanna hear it anyway.

“Does this help?”

He lets out a sleepy sigh as he nestles his back into my chest.

“You always help, Nicholas.”

Next Chapter -> 05 - Girl Crush*

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Hi! I was looking through Magica De Spell’s Wikipedia page today and it says that Magica has a sister named the Wicked Witch of the West, who has children named Witch Child and Warlock. I couldn’t find any information of them online so I was wondering if you knew anything about them, if they exist at all.

If they don’t, do you think you could instead do a character post on Magica’s cousin Matilda? Your old family tree posts helped me a lot in understanding Duck lore.

Aw I'm glad those posts help!! I'm still down for making them 'cause it's a lot of fun for me to find old comics and do some research.

So before I talk about Witch Child, I wanna clarify some things that are relevant to the character.

This is another case where Americans can't stop themselves from taking "sister" and "aunt" literally. Aunt can be used to refer to any older woman in someone's life. Sister is frequently used in stories about witches (because a coven is like a sisterhood/sorority, it's a whole thing). Neither imply blood relation! Even "cousin" is often used to refer to friends/neighbors. Different cultures and languages treat words like that very differently than Americans do.

Witch Child, Warlock, & Witch of the West are all from a very specific time period of Brazilian duck comics where Magica and Madam Mim (from The Sword and the Stone) were living together/dating/???? and interacted with other Disney movie characters. In this specific timeline, the ducks live amongst regular humans which is very strange but you just gotta accept it. Magica also lives in Duckburg I think? It seems like she and Scrooge just run into each other randomly so I believe she and Mim have a house in Duckburg for whatever reason

"Witch Child" is not her name and I don't know why she's referred to like that on InDucks/other wikias. Her name in Brazil (where she was created) is Magali, in Italian she's Maghetta/Maghina/Streghella (inconsistent names in translations are very common), and in French she's Seraphine. None of her comics have an official English publication so again idk where "Witch Child" comes from! But I'll probably refer to her as Streghella for the remainder of this post 'cause it's easier that way.

OKAY now for details:

In Streghella's first comic, Magica gets a letter from a friend asking her and Madam Mim to babysit her friend's daughter. Streghella is whiny and rude and a troublemaker. She ruins a magical career opportunity for Magica and it's pretty funny

Then there's a whole bunch of comics where she just appears for no reason, making trouble. She's a surprisingly powerful witch but she just loves to piss everyone off, especially Mim.

Another important note about Streghella - she was only really drawn by two comic artists during the height of her appearances (in the 70s, pretty much). The above drawings were all done by an artist named Jim Fletcher. But she had a lot of appearances drawn by an artist named Glenn Schmitz, who drew her completely differently.

I don't know if I would've realized these were even the same character if it wasn't documented lol but y'know they didn't have the same resources in the 70s that we have now so they did what they could.

Anyway, from what I can tell her personality stayed mostly in tact through most of these comics. Whiny, stuck-up, nosy, but also very funny and magically powerful. She would occasionally interact with Scrooge or HDL but mostly her appearances were in Magica and Mim comics.

Oh there's one comic where she looks like this for some reason?

BUT THEN what's interesting is Streghella making a few appearances years after her comics all came out. First there was one comic in 1995, then twice in 2011 and once more in 2016. There's also apparently a 2020 appearance but I couldn't get my hands on it :(

In her 1995 appearance she looks really cute but her personality is, well. Personality-wise she's completely unrecognizable. Now Magica makes comments about Streghella always trying to be good and getting in trouble for being good all the time.

(Ignore the bad english translation I was just popping pages into google translate lol)

She's still a troublemaker in the sense that she tries to trick Magica and Mim into consuming a potion that will make them good, kind people. But then the comic ends with Magica doing something nice by choice and it's cute but yeah the character is nothing like her original self.

Her first 2011 comic is where she...wants to go to a Jonas Brothers concert and chats with April May & June online to try and make it happen. Something like that. It follows along with "Streghella is too kind and Magica tries to teach her to be evil" from the '95 comic, but for some reason the colorist made Streghella a brunette. Idk! They also forgot her iconic hat!

Next 2011 comic has Huey Dewey and Louie accidentally traveling to a magic academy. It's very Harry Potter-y? I guess? Streghella is friendly and does some magic. You can tell it's her 'cause of the pigtails and bows. But still no hat :(

In her 2016 appearance, she's been reading April May and June's blog and wants to help them with some problem. Magica is like no be mean and Streghella's like no I want to help! You get it.

This comic is pretty fun. Magica turns herself into Grandma Duck and puts a truth potion into some cake Streghella bakes for the Duck Family and gets a bunch of secrets out of them.

There's also a joke at the end where Daisy accidentally reveals Brigitta's age to everyone (we don't get to see it) but according to this comic, Brigitta is much older than she looks lol Not that we didn't already know that.

Anyway so that's all there is to know about Witch Child/Streghella. She's cute!

Warlock time!

Warlock is Streghella's brother. He's only in four comics total and they're mostly very early comics - his real name is just whatever Streghella's name was at the time but with an -o at the end. If she's Maghetta, he's Maghetto. If she's Maghina, he's Maghino. You get it. He'd probably be Streghello if he had a named appearance more recently.

His personality is not very distinct from Streghella's. He's also magical and a troublemaker. In his first comic he arrives in the mail, in a, like...little jail cell? Crate? Idk? And then Magica and Mim eventually box both kids up into the crate and ship them away.

(Yes that's supposed to be him, apparently.)

He appears in the magic school comic as well...

And that's it! There's not really anything else to know about him.

Last but not least...the Witch of the West! Actually, that's a lie. Least. She appears just the one time. And I'm gonna be honest. I don't think she's the biological mother of these bird children.

'Cause yeah she's a human witch. Idk if she's from another Disney property or if she's supposed to be the witch from the Wizard of Oz. Idk man. But Streghella calls her "mama" and she refers to Streghella as her daughter so I'll take those ones literally.

There's nothing much to say about her - she doesn't have a name and all she does is drop her kid off with Magica and then reappear when Mim and Magica threaten to lock Streghella inside a bottle.

NOW if you're wondering...how do these characters connect to the previously known characters that are related to Magica De Spell?

They do not! The fact that Streghella has made a few recent appearances means you can decide how you want her to fit in, but trying to blend these different canons will not be seamless. You just gotta take what you like. Streghella frequently refers to herself as Magica's apprentice so you can always take that route, too.

Aaaaaaaaaand since you asked, I'm happy to talk about Matilda! God there are too many Matildas in duck comics. I have never met a woman named Matilda in my life. It's fine.

Matilda De Spell (not an official name but I call her that anyway) - Magica's teenage cousin! Is she actually, biologically, Magica's cousin? Probably not. But it's fiiiiiiine.

I did actually scanlate all three comics that Matilda appears in, so you can read them if you'd like:

There's not really anything to know about her outside of these comics. She's tomboyish, spunky, fun. Really looks up to Magica. I think their dynamic is fun and I always like to see more teen characters lol I think I've portrayed Matilda as Amelia De Spell's younger sister but that's definitely not canon, just me trying to stick the blondes together.

Anyway sorry this ended up being such a long response. I haven't had the opportunity to research random duck characters in a while. I hope this has the answers you wanted :)

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hummus-birb · 2 months

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My Reverse: 1999 Rarepairs/crackships!

Exactly what it says in the title! I’ve seen a couple other people talk about their favorite rarepairs for r1999, so I thought I’d do it for mine!!

(Technically some of these are just characters I think would interact well, not all of them have to be romantic) (and also not all of them are super duper rare)

An-An Lee x Poltergeist

- I just really like the ghost enthusiast x ghost dynamic in general, this counts for horropedia and An-An Lee with any of the ghost characters tbf

- But An-An Lee and Poltergeist specifically would be cool because of their personalities!!

- Poltergeist is obviously more shy, while An-An Lee seems a bit more outspoken, and I can really see An-An Lee helping Poltergeist help gain confidence!

- Either way, very cute dynamic and I like it a lot!

Tennant x Sweetheart

- Originally, Sweetheart was my main theory for who the other character in Tennants I2 Portrait, along with maybe Mesmer Jr.

- While I definitely don’t think it is anymore, I still like the concept of them having a relationship!

- Tennant would definitely be in it to scam Sweetheart, but I think Sweetheart would at least know some of it due to her being familiar with Hollywood secrets and the drama that goes down there

- If they did become “partners in crime” I think they would legitimately be the best power-couple ever. I just don’t know if there would ever be a scenario where they both show their cards, so I don’t know if they’d ever reach that point sadly.

- Their rich girlboss energy knows no bounds, and together they will be unstoppable

Sweetheart x Bette

- Actor x Stunt double, just another fun concept!! (I saw a similar idea with Blonney and Bette as well, which would also be cool!)

- Sweetheart is sassy and assertive but befriends her innocent stunt double and takes her to Hollywood parties

- Bette is so confused but Sweetheart is her idol so it’s not like she’s going to say no

- It would basically be like the sassy popular girl falls in love with nerd/shy girl trope, Hollywood edition

- I think they would be very cute though!

ONiON x TTT

- The only news station TTT isn’t sick of

- She was actually covered by one of ONiON’s stories, and she’s been a big fan ever since!

- When ONiON meets her, they hit it off immediately!

- Both of them have different brands of eccentric show host vibes and I’m here for it

AliEn T x Sputnik

- The space besties

- Sputnik literally references AliEn T’s lines, what can I say

- Mostly just them lying to each other about exactly what/who they are to hilarious results

Bkornblume x Click

- Sitting as silence as we speak (consider each other their best friends and know each other really well despite this)

- There’s really no other special reason, I just think they’d get along!!

Constantine x Vertin’s Mom

- Not super rare technically

- There is no info on it but it’s both a super interesting and very funny concept

- I saw a post a while ago about the parallels between Madame Z, Constantine, and Vertin’s Mom to Matilda, Sonetto, and Vertin, and it was really cool!

Regulus x X

- Technically this one I like more as a friendship, but I still want to talk about it

- Regulus hung out with X for longer than she did Vertin, there’s no way they aren’t at least somewhat friends

- They’re both sneakily coming up with ideas of pranking people with machines (They were both definitely giggling at the idea of pouring tea on Forget-me-not)

- Silly little goobers, mostly

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 x #reverse 1999 constantine #reverse 1999 click #reverse 1999 bkornblume #reverse 1999 regulus #reverse 1999 alien t #reverse 1999 Sputnik #reverse 1999 onion #reverse 1999 ttt #reverse 1999 sweetheart #reverse 1999 Bette #reverse 1999 tennant #reverse 1999 an an lee #reverse 1999 poltergeist #rarepair #crackship

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abbeybutnottheroad · 1 year

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Somewhere in Italy

(Part 2/2)

As promised, part two of Somewhere in Italy.

There is SMUT in this one;) WARNING: Unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it!!!

The song Harry sings in this part, can be whichever of his songs you think matches the description (Matilda, Falling, From the Dining Table etc.)

Hope you enjoy.

Read part 1 here

Word count: 5040

It was fair to say that Harrys place was quite a bit bigger than Y/N’s, and she couldn’t help but feel bewildered as to why he had looked around her house in such adoration, because compared to his, she found it was nothing to admire. Placed atop a hillside with floor to ceiling windows, giving a full panorama view over the little town below and the ocean far ahead, Y/N stood in Harrys living room and couldn’t believe that he lived there. She quickly thought back to when she had asked him what he did for a living, and he quietly had mumbled that he was a musician but had shrugged it off as though it was barely something that got him by. Well, it seemed to get him by alright.

“This place is beautiful, Harry.”

He looked around for a moment, seemingly not impressed by his own luxurious mansion.

“Thank you. ‘s nothing compared to yours though. Not quite as homey or personal.”

“You said something about being a musician; you must be a good one if you can afford all of this.” She shook her head I disbelief.

“Come, I’ll show you.” Harry reached out hesitantly taking Y/N’s hand in his, and she gladly accepted, following behind him down a long hallway which also had floor to ceiling windows on both sides, making a sort of bridge between two parts of the house. He stopped before a heavy black door, taking a key from his back pocket out to unlock it.

“What is this? The door to your playroom?” Y/N chuckled at the reference.

Harry froze in his motions, turning his head slightly to look at her, now with a sly smirk adorning his face. “No, that’s up on the second floor. I’ll save that for another time Darling.”

A chill went through Y/N’s body, and she had to physically restrain herself from falling to the ground, as her legs suddenly wanted to give out on her. Hopefully Harry hadn’t seen it since he only had looked at her for a second, before turning around again, proceeding the task of unlocking the door.

Harry didn’t know where that sudden cocky remark of his came from, and he had to turn around to concentrate on something else, so he could stop himself from throwing Y/N over his shoulder and having his way with her. He couldn’t do that just yet. It was after all only the second time they had met each other.

With a small click, the door to a large music studio opened before them. A very advanced music studio. Five guitars were placed against one of the walls, a large piano filling up the middle of the floor, and a wide array of microphones and different recording equipment were scattered all over.

Y/N turned back to look at Harry, finding him already looking at her in return, awaiting her reaction to the place. He was leaning against the doorway to the room, aimlessly turning one of the rings on his fingers.

“Wow. This is… this looks professional Harry. It’s very impressive.”

“It is professional. This is my whole career.”

“Jesus, are you like famous or something?”

Harry snickered, finally taking a step into the room and walking slowly towards her.

He found it both amusing and perplexing that she genuinely didn’t know who he was. At first, he had thought she just didn’t want to comment on it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But when she had asked what he did for a living, he realized, that maybe she honestly didn’t know. To be completely frank, a part of him found it refreshing. The other part of him though, the narcissist in him, found it extremely provoking.

“Yeah, I’m kind of famous, I guess you could say that.”

Y/N walked up to the large piano and leaned on it with her right arm. “Play me something then.” She insisted, nodding her head towards the instrument.

Harry shyly stepped closer, looking from the piano to her eyes a couple of times.

“Right now?”

It’s not because he didn’t want to, but believe it or not, Harry found himself to be quite nervous when he had to play in more intimate settings. A stadium full of people was no problem. A small room with only him and a beautiful girl he fancied, was a much bigger deal. He wanted to impress her. What if she didn’t like his music? What if that meant she didn’t want to see him anymore?

Surely Harry knew in the back of his mind, that Y/N was nowhere near that shallow. But all rationality is lost when falling for someone. At least that’s how he excused the thoughts to himself.

“Yes, pretty please?” A doe eyed Y/N stood in front of him looking hopeful as ever.

Harry covered his face with both hands, before letting them run up through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it in frustration.

“So polite, it’s bloody annoying.” He sighed. “Can’t say no to you when you say please, can I?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders with a satisfied smile on her lips since he, much as she expected, gave into her request.

Defeatedly shaking his head, Harry sat down on the piano bench. Y/N turned in her standing position, so she was facing him fully, leaning her elbows on the piano while resting her chin in the palm of her hands.

The room fell silent, anticipation flowing around in the air between them.

She watched as his ring clad fingers slowly and carefully began to dance over the white and black keys, the beautiful sound of a melancholic melody reaching her ears.

He soon after began singing. His voice was soft, smooth. His lips attentively delivering the poetic lyric. His eyes were closed in concentration, a crease now formed between his brows.

In her head, Y/N compared it with a living piece of art unfolding before her, making goosebumps erupt on her skin. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

The song ended calmly, a few short notes marking the completion, and Harry opened his eyes for the first time in a while, daring himself to meet Y/N’s.

“Are you… Y/N oh my god, are you crying?” he asked standing up and hurriedly making his way over to her.

Y/N looked confused at first, before reaching up her hand to feel at her cheeks which, to her surprise, were wet with tears.

“Oh, I guess I am. I’m sorry.” She chuckled at the ridiculousness. “It was just incredible, Harry. It really was. Now I finally understand why you’re famous and all that.”

That made him laugh. “Oh, now you get it do you. Didn’t quite believe me before?” He looked her once over before taking a few careful steps closer.

“I had my doubts. Thank God you’re so talented though, you would’ve never gotten by on your looks alone.”

Harry slowly leaned in towards Y/N, supporting his hands on the piano on either side of her body, entrapping her in-between. The proximity made both their hearts beat the slightest bit faster.

“Don’t think me that handsome, no?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, still a playful smile on his face.

“No comment.” Y/N whispered; all air having disappeared from her lungs at his bold action. They were standing close, very close.

And they were both nervous. They could feel it on each other, and at the same time they realized, they both had been wanting this since yesterday when they met. They had both been longing for it. Daydreamt about it. Needed it.

Harry doubted he had ever moved so slowly before. He leaned in at an unbearable pace but couldn’t get himself to do it any quicker. He liked it; he had all the time in the world to admire her face. To look from her eyes which were filled with anticipation, to her lips which were slightly parted, just begging to be kissed. But just before his mouth reached hers, only a couple of centimetres separating them, Y/N put her small hand up to rest on his chest, pushing him slightly back.

“I’m so sorry Harry I can’t do this.” She whispered, an unreadable look in her eyes.

Concern filled every feature on Harry’s face. He instinctively took a small step back, giving her the space, she had implied she needed. Though he said nothing to begin with, his thoughts were going a mile a minute cursing himself for somehow having ruined the moment.

“Is it something I’ve done? I’m so sorry Y/N, I should’ve asked you first I-” He rambled, trying to make up for it.

“No, it’s just…” Y/N interrupted, sighing deeply before apologetically muttering, “I don’t sleep with famous people.”

“What?” Now even more confused than before, he started to speak a couple of times, though no complete words ever formed, as he was apparently at a loss.

Y/N isn’t the most trained actress, and so it didn’t take long for her to break her otherwise convincing façade, that Harry had willingly believed. The distressed and utterly bewildered look on the man’s face, was enough to make her break out into a roaring laughter.

Realization struck Harry. She had fooled him once again, just like she had done a couple of hours earlier that day, when he had asked if she had a boyfriend.

And even though he was relieved that she had been joking, a sigh automatically leaving him, he didn’t laugh it off this time. No, he tilted his head to the side, taking a threatening step closer to her, regaining the proximity they’d had just a minute ago.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” A menacing attitude overtook him now, finally having the courage to do something about the feisty girl in front of him, since he now was certain she wanted him as well.

“I thought it a little funny, yes.” Y/N said, still chuckling a bit, trying to avoid proclaiming that she actually found it adorable, since she could imagine it would make the situation a bit more embarrassing for him.

“So, you enjoy teasing me?

“As I said, only a little. And I wouldn’t call it teasing. It’s more like… No, yeah, you’re right, it’s teasing.”

“That’s’ not very kind of you though, is it? And here I thought you were such a sweet little thing.”

Y/N could see his eyes slowly change; she could feel the shift in his demeanour. This was different than earlier today, he was starting to loosen up and return her playfulness, just like she wanted.

“I just think you look so lovely when you’re all nervous and jittery.” She taunted, conveying a bit more confidence than Harry liked. He needed the upper hand now. Though he doubted he would ever succeed at that, considering he would fall to his knees at any time, just to please her.

“Hmm, you know what I think?” Harry grabbed Y/N’s jaw with his right hand, holding it still to keep her gaze on him. Something in her eyes changed at the gesture, which didn’t go unnoticed by him, encouraging him to go on.

“I think you’d look lovely tied to my bed, begging me to make you cum, which is what you deserve after mocking me, not once but twice in the same day.”

As he suspected, her eyes immediately jittered away from his own, his taunting words making her shy. But he was having none of that as he squeezed her jaw a bit tighter, enjoying her now blushing cheeks.

Y/N’s eyes found his again at the action. She feared that he could see directly into her thoughts, at the slideshow of images rummaging through her head, all picturing the scenario he just described. Her underneath him. Him doing exactly what he’d want to with her. And as if he actually could read her mind, he leaned a bit closer, whispering in her ear.

“Oh, that made you stop talking. It’s something you would enjoy, yeah?”

“Please?” No other words seemed able to leave her mouth. It was all she could manage to say.

Harry clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to bend her over the piano and take her right there in his music studio, maybe even record some the sounds she would make, so he could listen to them later. That would be enough inspiration to write a whole damn album.

“God Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“As long as you fuck me first, I can definitely live with that.”

“That attitude is going to end up getting you in a lot of trouble sweet girl. You better watch your pretty little mouth, or I’m going to have to put it to better use.”

Harry could nearly see the next sarcastic comment about to come out of her, so before she was able, he leaned in clashing their lips together.

It took them both equally by surprise. But Harry just hadn’t been able to help himself anymore. He had exercised enough self-control for one day.

Heat rushed throughout their bodies. A desperate grabbing of hands began, needing to feel every inch of each other instantly.

Harry grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, while the other moved to caress his thumb over her cheek, still holding her jaw to keep her head in place, so he could control the kiss.

Y/N’s hands couldn’t seem to decide where they wanted to be. She ran them over his chest, savouring the defined muscles under her fingertips. And working like they had a mind of their own, she slowly ran them down his body. First feeling over his stomach which clenched under her touch, moving even further down and daringly slipping under the edges of his t-shirt. She nearly moaned at the direct contact to his skin and felt him shiver under her touch.

But Harry wouldn’t have it.

“Oh no, that’s unfair darling.” He whispered against her lips, catching her wrists in his right hand, and trapping them against his chest. Y/N opened her eyes, to find him smirking down at her.

“If you start touching me like that, this won’t last very long, and I would hate to leave such a pretty girl unsatisfied.”

Harry leaned in to kiss her again, first on the lips, then teasingly moving down her cheek towards her neck. Y/N automatically bend her head to the side, giving him more room to do his exploring. His tongue smoothed over her skin before biting down sure to leave a mark. She couldn’t help hissing at the stinging feeling, making arousal course throughout her body.

And Harry couldn’t wait any longer.

��So why don’t we start with you, yeah?” He bent down, throwing her over his shoulder, making a surprised shriek erupt from her.

“Are you taking me to your playroom now?” Y/N chuckled, not being able to bite her tongue as they made their way out into the hallway again. But she didn’t laugh for long, because only a second later she felt a sharp pain on her behind.

“Did you just slap my ass?” she asked, shocked by his action.

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again if you don’t behave” Harry muttered in a threatening tone, but she could practically hear the smile that failed to leave his lips.

Not long after, Y/N felt herself being thrown down onto what she could only assume was a bed, with a grinning Harry standing above her.

She lifted herself onto her elbows, looking around their new location. A king-sized bed was spread out beneath her, taking up most of the room. But that didn’t matter, because right in front of the bed, was yet another floor to ceiling window, overlooking the ocean, making the room seem much bigger.

Y/N couldn’t help but imagine entire days spent laying on that bed with Harry beside her, needing nothing else than each other’s company and that breathtaking panorama view.

Her eyes found Harrys again, already looking at her.

He reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Y/N could never in a million years have prepared herself for the ridiculously gorgeous vision that was revealed to her. Harrys entire chest and stomach was covered in tattoos, big as small, and he looked like pure sex. That was the only way she could think to describe it.

Harry studied her reaction, letting his ego grow more and more, as her eyes scanned over him with adoration and desire written all over her face. And as if that wasn’t enough, he continued to undress, taking her stare as an invitation to continue.

With one hand Harry opened his belt and pulled it out from his jeans, before unzipping and and stepping out them, only remaining in his boxers

For few seconds he stood there, basically naked and looked at her as if he was contemplating something in his head.

It was like he wanted to give her a heart attack.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N asked carefully.

“I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with you.” Harry replied, putting one knee on the bed and slowly crawling in between her legs to hover over her.

“Because as much as I want to take it nice and slow, I don’t think I’m going to be able to, when I first get that dress off you.” He muttered slowly, as if more talking to himself. And Y/N didn’t really hear him anyway, much too concentrated on the way he was touching her. Because while he was talking, his right hand came up to her cheek drawing his fingers over her soft skin, down over her neck, continuing down between her breasts and stomach until he finally found the hem of her dress. That damned little dress. He wanted to rip it off her, with the promise of buying her a thousand new ones.

But he behaved himself.

Y/N’s breath hitched as he gripped her thigh slipping his hand upward while taking the dress with him, uncovering her leg inch by inch until her panties became visible. White, lace panties.

It was almost like she was doing it on purpose, Harry thought to himself. Like she was such a mind reader, that she had predicted just what would make him go insane. Feral.

He could slowly feel himself getting harder and harder in his boxers.

He looked up at her face again, only to find her eyes closed and mouth open, waiting for him to do something.

“Can I touch you, please?” Harry nearly whimpered above her.

“Yes.” Y/N sighed. But that wasn’t enough.

“You need to say it Y/N, the whole sentence.”

She opened her eyes for a moment, analysing the serious look on his face.

“Yes, you can touch me, god you can do whatever you want with me.” Her voice was filled with so much conviction, that Harry sincerely believed that she would let him do whatever he wanted, and it made sinister thoughts overtake his mind. He squeezed her thigh just a bit harder.

“Careful Darling, or I might do just that, which implies you never leaving this bed again, so I can keep you like this.”

To Y/N’s ears the words sounded like a promise, since right at that moment nothing would make her happier.

Sitting up on his knees, with her thighs spread on either side of him, he reached for her dress with both hands, and carefully gliding it up her body, revealing more and more of the heaven that was hidden beneath. Softly he whispered for her to lift her arms above her head, which she compliantly did until the dress was off. And he was pleased to find, that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

Immediately as if he just couldn’t contain himself, he reached out to touch her breasts, massaging them gently. His fingers soon found her hardened nipples, pulling at them a little which made another hissed sigh leave her.

Unhurriedly he let his hands glide from her breasts, down over the sides of her body, taking his sweet time to feel her skin shivering from his touch, making a direct path to her panties, and pulling them down until they were completely out of the way.

Harry felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest, as he had the privilege of looking at a naked Y/N below him. It was a heavenly sight, and he thought to himself that he could never make her understand what a wonder it was to see a body like hers at his mercy. It made unspeakable thoughts turn in his mind.

He leaned over her again with a need to kiss her, licking his tongue into her mouth, wanting to swallow the moan he knew was coming.

Y/Ns back arched in pleasure as Harry glided his ring and middle finger through her already wet folds. Blood pumped through him at the feeling, making him harder than he dared believe he had ever been before.

“You’re so wet love, have barely touched you yet.” He breathed, continuing to tease her entrance.

Unimaginable sounds left Y/N at the near unbearable sensation he was causing, his words sending her into even more of a frenzy. Everything inside her turned, and she feared she was already ruined without even having climaxed yet.

Harrys eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while he looked down to watch his fingers now slowly pumping in and out of her and curling them at just the right place, as if he was sculpting a piece of art and being careful not to ruin it.

Y/N’s hands gripped his hair, pulling at the ends of his curls in desperate need to hold on to something to ground her, or she was sure she would combust from the pure bliss invading every inch of her.

“Come on sweet girl you’re nearly there. I can feel you clenching around my fingers, that’s it, come for me.” Harry coaxed.

Y/N was shaking as she felt the euphoria wash over her, immediately turning into a whimpering mess beneath him, just like Harry wanted. He loved it.

And he needed more from her, convinced that he had never experienced such an enjoyable thing in his entire life, as watching her fall apart because of him.

Y/N squirmed, trying to shy away from his still persistent touch.

“Yeah, you’re sensitive I know angel” Harry mocked, his thumb still circling her swollen clit.

“But you need to stay still for me sweet girl or I’m going to have to do what I said earlier and tie you down.”

That made Y/N moan again, and she could already feel another orgasm approaching.

Her brain was not functioning properly, lost in the sensation of overstimulation. And even though she tried to tell him how good he made her feel, nothing but erratic sounds of pleasure came out of her.

“Harry, I’m-” She managed to stammer.

“I know honey, can feel you.” Harry responded, satisfied with the state he managed to get her in. Though he had other, more sinister ideas in mind.

An unsatisfied sound left Y/N as Harry pulled his fingers completely out of her dripping pussy.

“What, what are you doing, why did you stop?” Y/N wept, desperate to feel his touch again.

“Because I decide when you get to come, and I wanted the next time to be with me inside of you. I can’t wait to feel you any longer.”

He simply couldn’t. Harry was painfully hard by now.

He then grabbed each side of her waist and quickly flipped her around, so she was laying on her stomach. He swiftly discarded his underwear, throwing them somewhere in the room behind him, before leaning over Y/N again.

Now she was entrapped beneath him in a laying doggy position, with his arms on either side of hers, spread out above her head with their hands intertwined. She enjoyed the feeling of his bare chest colliding with her back, felling his warm skin against hers was a whole other kind of sensation, a comforting one and it managed to ground her for a minute.

“Hmm I quite enjoy this position. I’m in complete control now. Can do what I want with you, yeah?” She could feel his hardened member against her entrance, and Harry couldn’t help himself but grind desperately against her, feeling his tip sweeping through her wet folds.

“Are you ready for me love?”

“Yes I am.” Y/N whimpered.

With that Harry eagerly pushed inside, both of them letting out relieved moans at the sensation of finally being connected.

He stilled for a moment, just enjoying her warmth and softness entrapping him within her. But that didn’t do well for Y/N, as she began to wiggle underneath him, trying to get the friction she so desperately needed.

“Impatient, are we?” Harry chuckled, putting more of his weight down on her, to keep her still.

“Move, please.” She sighed, furrowing her eyebrows in discontent.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you beg me.”

He started moving again, complete euphoria overtaking the both of them at the feeling. He went faster and harder, enjoying the way her ass jiggled against him at the impact. Sweetly he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, in complete contrast to his harsh thrusts, but he just couldn’t help himself, needing to touch her as much as possible.

“You feel so good darling, you’re being such a good girl for me” he groaned.

“How does it feel Y/N, tell me.”

That he wanted, no that he expected her to be able to articulate a proper sentence right in that moment was beyond her comprehension. That seemed like an impossible task, and she only managed to stutter out his name a few times.

“Yeah, go on. Tell. Me.” he gritted again, emphasising the last two words with a thrust each.

Harry could feel his ego growing at her failed attempts. He had made her to be that way. A mumbling mess trying her hardest to follow his request, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He was already addicted to her, in every possible way. This, he would never get enough of, and for only a second his mind drifted to the thought, that he would do practically anything to keep her here with him.

“Amazing. Harry, you feel… feels amazing.” Y/N managed to stammer, just barely realizing what she was saying.

But it edged Harry on, nonetheless.

“You’re clenching around me again darling. Come on, come with me this time.” he persuaded.

And Y/N wanted nothing more. It didn’t take long before they were both blubbering messes, tangled completely in each other, letting the ecstasy overtake their bodies. Harry couldn’t help the profanities that slipped from his mouth as he came inside her, nearly crying of pleasure as he could feel her milking him of everything he had.

It was nothing like they’d ever experienced before.

Carefully Harry slipped out of YN again, mindful not to hurt her.

A little hiss left her at the sudden empty feeling, and she felt the warmth of Harrys body disappearing behind her, as he got up from the bed to retrieve some tissues.

Y/N could barely open her eyes as Harry came back. She was completely fucked. Literally.

“Just going to clean you up baby, stay still for me.” He mumbled, attentively clearing the mess he made.

Y/N was slowly drifting off as harry came back and laid down beside her again.

Silence surrounded them as they cuddled up in each other, trying to calm down.

Y/N let her mind wander, beginning to daydream as she so often did. She dreamt about quitting her job back home to move here permanently, working full time in the bookshop, closing it down whenever Harry would need to go somewhere for work. As long as she was next to him, she would follow him to the end of the world.

Little did she know, that for the first time in a while Harry was daydreaming as well. Harry was dreaming about taking Y/N with him around the world on tour, introducing her to all the amazing cultures he would encounter on his trips. He would love nothing more than to explore the greatest cities and adventure in bookshops with her, buying her all the books she wanted.

Only to always return to here, right here where it began.

They both saw a future before them, a future which they two days ago didn’t even know could exist.

In a way, it was surreal. But still maybe the realest both of them had felt in a long time.

“Harry?” Y/N whispered sweetly, with her hand laying on his chest. Harry slowly opened his eyes again at her inquiry, a contempt look on his face.

“Yes, my sweet thing?”

“I am in fact really hungry now.”’

“Yeah, I’m starving as well.”

“We should go make something.” Y/N started to get up from the bed, removing the covers from her body and sitting up, but was quickly stopped by an arm around her waist.

“Hold up, where do you think you’re going?” Harry asked, pulling her into his body again.

Y/N tilted her head to the side, before replying with a soft “Making dinner?”, as if they hadn’t just agreed they both were hungry.

A wicked smile appeared on Harrys lips, and the devil in his eyes was clear as day.

“I’ve got my dinner right here.” He claimed, quickly rolling over her body to capture her beneath him.

“Harry I can’t, Jesus.” Y/N sighed out, as he began to kiss from her neck, down her still naked body, stopping with his mouth right in front of her pussy.

But Y/N didn’t fool anybody. She could already feel herself getting wet again, and Harry could practically see it happening with every breath of his that hit her sensitive core.

“It’s going to be a long night darling. As long as you’re within my reach, I’m consistently insatiable.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry #one direction #one direction smut #one direction fanfiction #fan

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pinkiepiebones · 1 year

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Random question, but what specific headcanons do you have about Renfield? Here’s a few of mine: My man either has a garden or is apart of a community one, he and Ms. Honey from Matilda would be friends, and his favorite smell is orange. Anyways, love your works! - Anon 🌸

I've got a few brewing, actually~ (Movie spoilers obv)

-Robert gets a job at a small bakery, mostly because he's genuinely good at baking, but also because the owner doesn't ask for stuff like resumes or references ("what would you put on a resume anyway?" Rebecca asks him. " 'Nine decades of experience in housework, food prep, and property management for a monster, don't ask for his number because I he's in little pieces all over New Orleans'?" Robert falters. "Well, I was just going to, to lie a bit, since that's what most people say to do on these things...")

-Joins a community garden (YES YES GARDENER ROB HEADCANON SWEEP)

-Manages to afford things before landing that aforementioned job by selling whatever of Dracula's antiquities he has. I mean, that abandoned hospital lair had statues and paintings and shit like that! For sure Robert found some buyers for authentic 17th century art or whatever, yeah?

-Did eventually look up what happened to his wife and daughter, with Rebecca beside him for emotional support (his wife died of old age, his daughter married and had four children, and each of those children married and had children. His daughter died at the age of 90. He has no urge to contact his great-grandchildren, he's just happy to know his family carried on.)

-Paints his nails sometimes

-Not a fan of candles

-He got his neighbour a new ant farm. And paid for the repairs to the door. He's still sorry about that.

-A lot of the people in the apartment complex moved out after the whole "cops and crime family people got eviscerated" thing, but some chose to stay and regard Robert as the best security system on the planet. Not that he's had to flex his powers since then. Word carries, you know?

-Speaking of powers, he is indeed still able to tap into them via bugs. He did a few times as a sort of test- one week AD (After Dracula), two weeks, one month, etc. He and Rebecca think the power will wear off eventually, so they kinda monitor it like that

-Robert went to a modern doctor once. The doctor could not type Robert's blood and his X-rays were such a mess that the doctor was sure the machine had broken.

-No one calls him Renfield anymore. Even his neighbours call him "Mister Rob" now.

#renfield movie #renfield #renfield 2023

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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Something that's been weighing on my mind.. As a team green stan through and through, I tend to defend Alicent's actions. But I'm trying to make sense of this: Aegon is opposed to be King but he has no choice in the matter. He's forced into a position that will eventually lead to his demise, after suffering as a cripple with burns etc. Alicent was also forced to be Queen, she was put thrust into the role with little regard to her mental well being. Both of them had no choice. Is Alicent doing the same to Aegon as was done to her? I mean I know Alicent doesn't have a choice, war and all, and Aegon doesn't have a choice either unless they submit to Rhaenyra, but seeing as what's in the future for Aegon, and his complete unwillingness to rule, isn't it just repeating what Otto did to Alicent, through Aegon.

I hope this makes sense it's been nagging me and you're so good at extrapolating logic in the show and books and rationally (and objectively) giving an expressive opinion without the bias of teams. :)

Green greetings, houseicedragon, and thank you for the vote of confidence in my abilities. 😅

I think that, externally, it does seem like that - that Alicent is doing to Aegon what Otto did to her, perpetuating the cycle of abuse etc - and, from a practical point of view, the effects are more or less the same. But, at the same time, there are important distinctions to be made here.

I have spoken extensively by now as to why I believe Rhaenyra's claim to the throne to be weak (as always, I have the succession for the iron throne and bastardposting tags for anyone interested). This creates a fundamental split when it comes to assessing "right" or "wrong", at least for me, in that I really cannot take the blacks seriously.

This is partly authorial fault, because GRRM tried to eat his cake and have it, too, by inserting two distinct Anarchy knock-off plotlines: one with Rhaenys and one with Rhaenyra. The problem is that, if he really wanted to have a proper Matilda stand-in, he should have went with Rhaenys, since she, like Matilda, had the stronger claim. The eldest daughter and only child of the first son vs her cousin: it's almost literally Matilda v Stephen, but one generation down, because they are the king's grandchildren, not the daughter/nephew.

But, for some reason, George decided to hold off on the Dance (maybe because Daemon would have been perceived more readily as an all-out bad guy by opposing the female claimant). Instead, he went with Rhaenyra, to whom he gave a very shaky claim. Many fans, even greens, are reluctant to accept this, but I think we should try to appraise this succession crisis through the lens of the actual historical events that inspired this story. I am not speaking of what-ifs, I am referring to genuine developments in our real-world history, not some hypothetical scenario created to uphold random biases. So, for the fictional Dance of the Dragons, instead of daughter vs nephew, we now have the ridiculous situation of daughter vs son, which no one in 12th Century England would consider seriously. It's hard to tell whether this was just an oversight or whether George actually intended to make a point that Rhaenyra was truly delusional. But it's important to note that he has Stannis, the rightful king in the main series, specifically denounce Rhaenyra as a traitor. So that must count for something.

Now, coming back to our in-universe scenario. After Queen Aemma dies, most, if not every lord in Westeros with a daughter would be interested in advancing said daughter as a potential wife to King Viserys. This is not evil in and of itself. It's pretty normal behaviour that would happen in any situation, even in real life history. Otto is not doing this because he intends to place Alicent and her future children in a life-threatening situation and invite suffering and despair upon them. He (and every other lord in the realm, like Corlys, like Jason Lannister) fully expects that Alicent's son will naturally supplant Rhaenyra and become King, no question about it, no further drama. Viserys just killed his wife trying to get a son out of her; from Otto's (and everyone else's) POV, it would be really fucking bizarre for him to refuse to formally acknowledge a potential son of his as heir.

What causes this entire mess is precisely Viserys' refusal to do just that. He is a man of half-measures. He wants to keep Rhaenyra as his heir, but he still marries another woman and has children by her, therefore weakening the claim of his preferred heir. For the other characters surrounding him, this is irrational behaviour. I cannot stress this enough. This never should have happened in the first place. When Aegon survives his infancy and Viserys still pretends like Rhaenyra will succeed him, Otto is forced to re-assess his position and make a new cost-benefit analysis, because he realises that his daughter and grandchildren are now in mortal danger. Why? Well, because they have the better legal claim. He is not bullshitting Alicent when he tells her Rhaenyra will have to put her (male) children to the sword if she wants to secure her throne. Again, this was not something that he expected to happen. He couldn't have read Viserys' mind or understood that his guilt over Aemma's death was so great that he never budged from advancing Rhaenyra's claim.

So, at this point, Otto and Alicent are kind of stuck, actually. Sure, Alicent is only in this position in the first place because Otto placed her here, but Otto couldn't have foreseen that Viserys would cause a succession crisis. Temporary heirs are a thing, even in ASOIAF. Aerea was both Maegor's and Jaehaerys' heir for a while, for example, but no one expected her to actually become Queen if these kings had any sons of their own.

To answer your question, Alicent is kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place here - she can't let Aegon do whatever he wants because she first and foremost wants to keep him alive. I think that's pretty understandable behaviour from her part. Sure, you can argue that there was no need for Alicent to become Queen; she only did so at her father's behest, but her life could have taken a very different turn, if not for Otto's ambitions. However, in Aegon's case, the Hightowers don't really have much of a choice anymore - they can't prioritise Aegon's personal preferences because this is a matter of life and death. It's honestly not even about personal ambition, like in the first situation. If push comes to shove, the lives of Aegon, Aemond, Daeron, Jaehaerys, Maelor and Otto are on the line. That's a lot of people. At this point, that crown is going on Aegon's head whether he likes it or not.

And this narrative would have carried out this same way regardless of who Viserys' second Queen was, whether it would have been Laena or anyone else. The fact of the matter is that, if Viserys wanted Rhaenyra to succeed him, he never should have remarried in the first place and he never should have had additional male children.

#ask #houseicedragon #succession for the iron throne #the anarchy tm #dance of the dragons #otto hightower #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen

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etherealacoustic · 2 years

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Matilda

Pairing - Sirius Black x Female!reader

Warnings - mentions of torture, family issues, toxic family, injuries, depression, anxiety.

Summary - A fic based on the song 'Matilda' where the reader helps Sirius to move on.

This idea came to me when I was listening to Matilda before sleeping and the lyrics somehow made me think of Sirius so yeah. Y'all go stream the album.

Also one more, this is really bloody long.. like too long so yeah- hopefully I won't bore you. I just wanted to put everything in and.... Yep.

You were riding your bike to the sound of 'It's no big deal'. And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels.

There he was, standing and leaning casually against the barrier. He wore his signature all-black look, a neutral expression on his face as he ran his fingers through his long, dark locks.

His silvery-grey irises surveyed the crowd intently, taking in everything that was going on. All he saw were families of students saying goodbye and sharing last minute talks. His face didn't change one bit but his eyes seemed to turn a shade duller as he watched the interactions.

His wandering gaze stopped as he saw a familiar face that was quite identical to his own. He watched the boy's expressionless facade, his body language that radiated confidence.

He let out a little scoff as the woman hugged, or rather strangled the sharp-featured lad and bid him one last nod before disapparating.

And again, he was lost in his thoughts. Thoughts that weren't quite pleasant or cheerful.

"SIRIUS!" A voice called out his name loudly, making him snap out of his daydream and look towards the source.

A genuine smile took over his previously detached face as he saw you running towards him with a huge grin stretching your lips.

"Hello love," he mumbled and wasted no time in pulling you into the tightest hug ever. His head was pressed against your neck as he kissed the skin, breathing in your scent as he did so.

You smiled softly and one of your hands went around his back while the other played with his hair. You knew the summer was a lot harder for him this time with all of the dark stuff going on, so you held him close. Trying to protect him even if it was for mere seconds.

"Hey," you laughed and pulled away to see his eyes shining brightly as they scanned your face with hunger and adoration. "Miss me?"

"You have no idea," he breathed out and gave you a toothy grin.

"I think I do actually," you smirked, and he knew you were referring to his letters that were filled with unbelievable pining and desperation from his side.

"Oh shut it," he grumbled but smiled when you kissed his cheek gently, your heart melting at his adorable flustered face.

"PADFOOT!" James' scream was heard and the two of you turned around in search of your best friend.

"PRONGS!" Sirius laughed out loud and tackled the messy-haired boy in a hug. It was quite a wild one, both boys had pounced on each other and had almost fallen over had it not been for you steadying them on time.

"I feel appreciated," you chirped in after waiting for two whole minutes for them to pull away from each other.

"I missed you too," James rolled his eyes before hugging you tightly as well.

"Sure you did, Potter," you muttered playfully and rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the protective brotherly feeling he seemed to give out from his warm hug.

You smiled and were about to say something when a familiar head of sandy-brown curls caught your eyes and you waved frantically, trying to get his attention.

"MOONY!" Sirius yelled and the boy finally spotted them, a smile spreading across his face as he almost ran up to the group.

"Hey Rem," you chucked and were the first to pull the taller boy in an embrace. You had missed your reading partner, your study buddy, and sassy Remmy a lot.

"I missed you too," Remus chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist just as tight as the others. His hugs were always the best, everybody agreed on that without any argument and discussion.

"Wormtail!! There you are, bud!" James called out excitedly and brought the short blond-haired boy in a friendly embrace.

"Hello Pete!" You greeted enthusiastically and the two of you did your traditional handshake with huge grins.

"Let's go, the train will leave in five minutes," said Remus and you nodded.

"I'll just be back," James smiled and hurried over to where his parents were standing.

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter waved at the rest and they all waved back with smiles on their faces as they watched their best friend being showered in hugs and kisses from his mother and father.

Subconsciously, your gaze flitted to Sirius and you saw him staring at the Potters with a hint of longing.

Your smile slipped off as you saw his face turn down by the second, his eyes becoming a little darker and filling with various emotions.

You took his hand in yours and entwined your fingers together while rubbing circles on the back to help him calm down. His eyes moved from the family to your clasped hands and then to your face, a small but grateful smile seen on his lips.

"It's okay," you leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'm right here, love".

He nodded, a little embarrassed that he couldn't keep his emotions in check, that he was sad about such a minimal thing.

"I know," he muttered back and kissed the side of your head before taking your hand and pulling you towards the train.

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Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now. So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal.

All of the students sighed in relief as the classes ended for the week, everybody was looking forward to spending the weekend without any worry about homework.

"This week was too long," James muttered and leaned his head against the couch comfortably.

"And it was only the first one. I don't even know how I'm going to survive the rest," you exhaled and curled up in the armchair.

"We underestimated sixth-year quite a lot," said Remus as he fiddled with the strings of his sweater.

"I've still got a lot left," Peter groaned and pressed his palms on his face.

Everyone looked at each other and a frown was seen on all of their lips. Dark circles had already begun to show beneath their eyes indicating a lack of sleep.

"Where's Sirius?" Remus asked as he looked around the half-empty common room.

"Saw him on the Quidditch Pitch about an hour ago," said James.

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, it had been a long time and there was no sign of your boyfriend anywhere. You hadn't seen him since late afternoon and worry was making its way into your mind.

"Something's not right," you muttered and sat up straight.

"Don't worry, he'll just be around causing some mischief," Remus assured with a nod.

And just then the portrait door swung open and there was the missing person.

You all watched him saunter inside, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his hair looking as though he was running his fingers through it constantly and his eyes were bloodshot.

He slowly came closer and took a seat next to you, taking your hand in his to play with your soft fingers.

"Where on earth were you?!" Peter inquired frantically after seeing his state.

"Just messing about like always," he replied with a small smile.

"For almost the whole day?" You asked and tried to look into his eyes, but it was almost impossible as he kept avoiding your gaze.

"We were worried mate," James frowned and leaned forward, his hands clasped together.

"Relax I just wanted to be alone for some time, nothing more," he tried to reassure them by grinning but everyone was able to see right past it.

You gave up on catching his eye and instead looked down at his arm, your eyes narrowing at seeing a new scar right below his wrist.

You gently turned his arm over and lifted his sleeve, everybody now watching your movement instead of talking.

Your chest tightened at seeing two more long, thin but deep red lines near his bicep and forearm.

A small gasp was heard from everyone as they saw those crimson scars, a startling contrast to Sirius' unnaturally pale skin.

Sirius tensed as he was the centre of their attention and he tried to pull his arm back but you had a stronghold. His breathing was becoming faster as he started panicking.

"Sirius?" Remus called out softly as he looked at his best friend with sorrowful eyes.

"I'm fine," the grey-eyed boy let out a forced laugh and retracted his hand, now avoiding everyone's eye and getting up.

"Come on, mate. Don't be like that. We just wanna help," Peter consoled but was brushed off.

"I don't need help," Sirius muttered shortly. "I'm doing fine on my own".

"It wouldn't hurt to tell your friends," said James with a slightly frustrated tone. "We'll find a solution if you do".

"I don't need a solution! I said I'm doing fine! I can handle this," Sirius growled and walked over to the stairs.

"Sirius," you called out in a firm voice making him stop. "I don't want to pressure you, love. But do tell us, it'll help you".

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?! He finally lashed out, losing his chill. "I'M NOT A BABY FOR YOU TO BE CODDLING ME EVERY DAMN TIME!" He glared harshly at you one last time before stomping to his dorm.

You didn't say another word, just simply watched him go. You weren't hurt or sad, you were a little angry that was for sure. But that faded away too as you knew everything must've been getting to him, he was exhausted entirely.

"He's just upset you know," James mumbled as he stood by your side, comforting you.

"I'm not sad, James," you smiled and glanced up randomly. "I know he's angry".

"You should go," Remus nodded and pointed at the staircase. "He may have shouted at you but he does want your comfort, I can tell".

"You sure? I don't wanna interrupt anything," you bit your lip anxiously.

"Just go," said Peter. "And if he yells again, James will give him a nice talk".

"I don't doubt that," you chuckled and slowly walked up towards the boy's dorm.

A knock sounded and was met with a harsh reply from Sirius who immediately turned you down and asked you to leave.

You knocked again, "Open up, Sirius".

"I don't want your help!" He grumbled and you could hear his voice shaking badly. "I'm f- fine".

"Admitting you need help doesn't make you anything less," you replied and tapped the door once again. "It doesn't matter how old you are, everybody needs help".

You heard movement and soon enough the door opened and you stepped in, closing it behind you.

His back was facing you as he stared at the wall. You knew he was trying to maintain a strong posture for your sake, but his body was refusing to comply.

You walked closer to him and stood right behind. "Can I?" You asked and he nodded after a while, his shoulders trembling.

At his permission you took hold of his arms and gently turned him around to face you, a knife struck your heart at his tear-stained cheeks, red nose, bloodshot and puffy eyes and quivering lips.

He still wasn't looking directly at you so you lifted your hands to place them on his cheeks but never got the chance to do so, as the boy flinched hard and cowered ever so slightly.

Another round of pain filled your body at his scared and vulnerable expression. He was afraid, of you.

"Oh love," you sighed as he collapsed into your arms. His hands encircling your waist and holding you so tightly as though you were his anchor, the one that was grounding him.

Deep sobs wracked his body as he cried his heart out, letting go of everything that was weighing him down, everything that was making him feel confused, sad or angry.

"Shh," you whispered and rubbed his back to calm his agitated mind. "It's okay".

Slowly but surely the shaking slowed down and but his grip still remained as tight as ever, not wanting to let you go.

"It's alright," you murmured and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "You're okay".

He pulled away at last, not even bothering to hide his terrible state as he finally gazed right into your eyes.

You just smiled and cautiously lifted your hand to cup his cheeks, caressing the skin and wiping away the tears. You took his arms, led him towards his bed and then pulled him back in your embrace.

He was silent for quite a time, just resting his head on your chest as you held him. This time was different from others, you had seen him cry before but never this badly. You knew the situation in his house was getting worse by the day.

"Feeling better?" Your voice asked softly and he looked at you, thinking for a minute before nodding slowly.

"I'm sorry," he croaked out, voice all hoarse and scratchy from the breakdown.

He was broken. Destroyed. Shattered beyond repair. But nothing of that mattered to you.

"What for?" You questioned gently.

"I shouted at you when you all were just looking out for me," he mumbled with a small pout.

"You shouldn't have done so, but you were angry and it doesn't matter".

He nodded guiltily, "Then thank you".

An amused chuckle escaped your lips, "Now what's this?"

"For being there," he simply stated and a ghost of a smile graced his lips.

"I'll always be there," you murmured back and rubbed his arm up and down. "It was bad this time, wasn't it?"

He exhaled heavily and hesitated before answering, "It was. They were in no mood to tolerate my silly behaviour and I didn't notice until they cursed the life out of me. I thought it was their usual angry self, but it was much worse".

"All- All these scars," you said and glanced at him to make sure he was comfortable. "All this during summer?"

"Yeah," he replied and leaned back against the wall, hiding a wince but it didn't escape your sight.

"How many more?" You asked, not trusting your voice as it started shaking but you held it together.

"A lot".

You nodded, swallowing down the tightness in your throat at his small but agonizing answer.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw him lifting the back of his shirt and that was it, your final breaking point.

His back was full of them. Some big, some small. Some thin, some broad. Some deep, some shallow. Some fresh, some old. Every type of scar imaginable was painted on his back, marking him for life.

You had never quite thought of the extent to which he was tortured. Yes, you knew it was bad, you had seen his scars before but all these littering his back were recently done.

Your finger traced the border of a few of them, grazing along the lines as gently as possible. Shaking your head, you took out your wand and started muttering spells to heal as much as you could.

"I'm okay now," he whispered and took your hand, squeezing it assuringly.

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You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry, for leaving and growing up.

You were sitting on the couch of the Potter Manor, gazing blankly at the fireplace as your mind wandered around.

James had gone to bed after the two of you had a hot chocolate but you stayed, unable to shake off the feeling that something wrong was going to happen.

You didn't even remember when your eyes finally closed and sleep overtook you. It was only when your body was shaking that you woke up.

"C'mon," James whispered and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to steady your drowsy figure.

You nodded sleepily and were just about to stand when the died-out fireplace blazed bright with huge green flames.

The people that stepped in were probably the last ones expected this early in the morning.

"Reg?" You murmured out and furrowed your eyebrows at the younger Black who had angry tears streaming down his face.

James stepped closer to the boy and was about to ask what happened when his brother came into view.

"Sirius," a shocked gasp was heard from you as you took in his extremely injured state.

He was leaning heavily against Regulus, eyes half-closed with exhaustion as he hunched over. The literal definition of pain was written across his face. His light blue shirt was now soaked crimson, blood dripping from the side of his forehead and the corner of his lips. His clothes were also torn up badly in various spots.

"No no no no," a chant slipped from your lips as you stood frozen, unable to react.

"I'll get mum and dad," James muttered and turned towards you, shaking your arms to pull you back from your frozen mindset.

"Look after him," he said and you gave a shaky nod, still unable to comprehend the unbelievable situation.

You stared at him for a second before walking over to your man, taking in his bloody and injured sight that almost made your eyes well up.

"Alright," you whispered to yourself and slowly walked over to him with cautious steps, letting him give you any sign that he wasn't comfortable with your approach.

But he didn't move and continued to stare at you, his tired eyes fixed on yours as you stood in front of him.

Your lips quivered slightly and you clenched your jaw to stop any sentiments from running out of control. You clasped his arms and led him towards the couch.

Magic wasn't to be used outside of school, so a bowl of water and a cotton cloth was ready in your hands as you started dabbing at his gruesome wounds.

You softened your movements at hearing him hiss out in pain and tried to concentrate on the task and not look up as you felt his eyes burning holes in you.

"Oh dear!" Euphemia gasped and quickly hurried over by your side. You stepped aside and watched as she took out her wand to heal and bandage everything.

"Reg?" You asked and looked at the young Black who was silent throughout the night. "Nothing happened to you right?"

Regulus who was standing in a corner with his back pressed against the wall shook his head and stared at the ground.

Your eyes scanned Sirius to see that everything was mended properly before walking towards the boy but James beat you to it.

The youngest Potter pulled Regulus in his arms and hugged him tightly. All it took were a few seconds for the grey-eyed boy to let tears slip.

Your heart broke at the sight of the two brothers, so young but so brutally tortured. No one deserved this.

"What happened, Sirius?" Fleamont questioned gently after everything has settled down.

"Got into a big argument and they took out their anger," he simply murmured with a hoarse voice.

"I have to go," Regulus suddenly interrupted making everyone turn their attention towards him.

"Are you insane?" James asked, not believing what this boy was saying. "You are not going back to that hell-hole. You will stay here, you and Sirius both".

"Don't be ridiculous, Reg. You will not go back there," you shook your head firmly.

"I can't. I can't stay here," he whispered and offered the two a small, broken smile. "I have to go".

You knew he won't take no for an answer and went over to hug him, "Be safe. And if it does get hard, please leave".

Regulus nodded and then looked at James, his silvery-grey irises inspecting James' hazel ones. Both wanting to say so much but nothing at the same time, just content with looking at the other.

"Thank you," he smiled one last time and nodded at Sirius before disappearing into the fireplace.

"You alright now, Sirius?" Euphemia questioned him softly and he nodded, his eyes unintentionally flickering to you, a motion that was not missed by her.

"Take care," Fleamont addressed him seriously and then with a smile, he left to go get some sleep.

Euphemia got up from her place and walked over to you who was standing in a corner with your arms crossed.

You stood up straight as she neared, "He's alright isn't he?"

"He's fine, weakened but alright," she nodded. "He wants to talk to you, I know you know that".

"I can't even bear to look at him, Mia. He looks better now but before, he looked to be on the verge of death!" You frowned and she could see your eyes glistening.

"Talk to him," she insisted with a smile. "Trust me, it'll help both of you".

She tapped your cheek before leaving and you exhaled a long breath, composing yourself to face him.

Sirius was lying on the couch, eyes closed but at hearing footsteps, he perked up and bore an excited look at seeing you.

You sat next to him and finally settled your eyes onto his, small relief washing over you at seeing the familiar mischievous glint shining in them.

He slowly spread out his arms for you to come in and bury yourself but you held back.

"I'll hurt you," you whispered, fighting the urge to hug him tightly.

"You can never," he shook his head and pulled you in an embrace, smiling at the feeling of being in your arms.

You wrapped your arms around him in a cautious manner, not wanting to hurt but at the same time also hoping to provide him with some comfort.

"I missed you, my love. A lot," he sighed and pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade.

"I missed you too," you replied and allowed him to rest his head in the crook of your neck. "You have no idea how much you scared me by turning up like that".

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't want to trouble anyone but honestly, there was nowhere else for me to go".

"Don't blame yourself!" You scolded him gently. "You did the right thing coming here, and I assure you there'll be no going back".

"Promise?" He asked, his eyes searching yours questioningly. It was a childish question, he knew that. But all he needed at the moment was confirmation.

"Promise," you nodded firmly.

He finally raised his head and leaned in closer, his nose touching yours for a moment before he closed the gap.

"I'm sorry," he apologized again, not even knowing the reason for it but still doing so.

"You don't have to be. No one should be sorry for just wanting to leave, for wanting to grow," you argued.

"Hey," you whispered after seeing his troubled expression. You raised your hand to cup his cheek and said, "I love you".

Whether it was the sincere look of affection in your eyes, the soft but firm tone of your voice, or maybe just the three simple words.

It was the reason for Sirius' genuine smile. Not his mischievous grin, not the cocky smirk, it was just a twitch of his lips. A pure and beautiful smile.

"I love you too," he said back and the two of you shared another kiss.

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Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days. It's none of my business but it's just been on my mind.

Sirius Black was doing well, he was. Being back at Hogwarts made him forget about his problems, and enjoy the chaotic atmosphere.

It had been two weeks and all was good, until this day.

He had been acting differently. Not talking often which was quite opposite to his usual nature, he wasn't paying attention and was gazing around randomly.

"Sirius?" James' voice spoke making everyone turn to look at the grey-eyed boy who once again, appeared to be lost.

"What?" Sirius asked and looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"What's wrong? Something seems off about you these past days," he said softly.

Sirius barked a laugh and shook his head, "I'm all good".

But everyone knew he was not, something was wrong, they just didn't know what.

Your eyes had risen once again to glance at the boy and he caught your gaze, grinning effortlessly and blowing you a kiss.

It almost made you smile and believe he was indeed alright, had it not been for his eyes that looked like pools of misery instead of mischief.

A few days passed and Sirius was normal, he was his usual self but again oneday he was all silent and closeted.

"Something's going on," Remus muttered to you while you two studied in the library.

"I've noticed it too," you sighed and closed the book, mind racing for any idea.

"Do you think it's about his family?" He asked and pursed his lips in thought.

"I dunno," you mumbled and rested your head on the table. "Reggie didn't tell me anything, and he seems to be fine".

"Moony!" Familiar voices called the two and they turned to see James and Sirius running towards them.

"Hey there love," Sirius smirked and you stared at him for a moment, trying to analyse his face closely, but all you saw was the same mischievous glint.

So you smiled and he took your hand, making you stand up and snaked his arm around your waist. "I've got something to show you".

"What?" You asked to see a really excited expression on his face.

"You'll see," he grinned childishly and pulled you with him as he ran.

He led you out in the grounds and you tried to maintain pace with him while also trying to be careful as it was dark.

"Come on," he said breathlessly and dragged you to a spot near the lake, where the familiar tree was.

You looked a little confused as to why he was so excited about a tree, but then you gasped as the leaves were suddenly lightened with a bright yellow.

"Fireflies," you breathed and stepped closer, admiring the beauty of such a simple thing.

"Beautiful aren't they?" Sirius sighed and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek on your shoulder.

"Really are," you said and smiled after feeling his lips touch graze your cheek gently.

The pair of you were standing there, simply taking in the sight and enjoying the company of each other.

Your mood was quite happy throughout dinner and so was Sirius'. He was laughing out loud, annoying everyone with his obnoxious jokes and flirting shamelessly with you.

It was only after eating that his face fell. His lips turning downwards as his face took on the sullen expression once again.

You weren't present at that time as you were sitting with your other friends. You didn't notice the way he dashed out of the hall with such urgent and hasty movements.

A tap on your shoulder was what pulled you out of your laughing fit. You turned to see Peter there with a worried face.

"Pete? Anything wrong?"

"Just come with me," he sighed and took your hand, leading you out of the hall.

"What happened?" You asked, panic settling in your body at the lack of context.

"Sirius," he said simply and that was all it took for you to move faster, almost sprinting towards the common room.

You entered through the portrait to see the room mostly empty with the exception of your friends.

Remus was sitting on the sofa, his face creased with concern while James stood beside him, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

"Where's he? Where's Siri-?" Your words died down in your throat at seeing the boy sitting on the floor. A bottle of firewhisky in his hands as his head rested on the cushion of the couch, eyes burning holes in the ceiling.

"He's been sitting like this ever since we came. Not talking, not responding to anything," James grumbled and you could see his eyes beginning to well up.

"He said nothing?"

"Nothing," Remus muttered and stared at his friend with a sorrowful look.

You sighed and went over to sit beside him, making sure to keep a distance. He didn't even acknowledge your presence until you called his name.

"Who- Hello luhv," he grinned at you, speech slurred and eyes hazy, letting you know he was clearly drunk.

"What happened?" You asked softly, shifting closer to him while the boys listened intently.

He let out a giggle and threw his body onto yours, "Wanted to forget everything," he said and buried his face in your shoulder.

You shared a glance with the others who were looking as sad as you.

"Forget what, Pads?"

"Everything!" He said in a spooky voice and continued to giggle. "Forget about my house, forget about my parents, forget about me being disowned".

Your heart broke at seeing him like this, his state at this moment was shattered beyond repair.

"But never forget about you!" He added and smiled giddily at you. "Because I love you. Not forgetting Prongs, Moony and Wormtail and Reggie too!"

You couldn't say anything but gently direct his head to your chest, holding him close as you tried to stop the tears from falling.

The boys all were crying, unable to hold back their emotions at seeing their best friend is such a wrecked state.

The next morning Sirius acted like everything was normal. He pretended to not remember what he had said previously and just laughed all the time.

It was now the fifth day in an entire month that he was yet again becoming distant and by now every one of you was tired of his constant hiding.

"We have to do something," Peter murmured and looked at you. "I can't stand seeing him like that".

"Neither can I," Remus sighed and massaged his forehead with his palm.

"It's honestly breaking me," James muttered and looked at you with desperation, him wanting nothing more than to see his brother becoming himself.

"I'll talk to him," you breathed out and but your lip. "I'll talk tonight. We'll see how it goes. He can't keep this going on".

So as decided, you were sitting on the couch of the common room and it was 1:30 in the morning. And of course, there was no sign of your boyfriend.

At about 2:30, you looked up from the book after hearing the door open and saw Sirius finally coming in.

"Been out long enough eh?" You said quietly and he jumped. "I've been waiting forever'.

"What are you doing up so late?" He asked softly and walked up to you, a tiny amount of concern on his face.

"I was waiting for you to show up".

"You shouldn't have. I was just messing around like usual".

"You do know I can read you easily right? That there's no point in you lying all the damn time?"

"I'm not lying," he mumbled and looked down to fiddle with his hands.

"Sure you're not," you scoffed lightly.

"If you want to ask what's wrong, then I have no answer for you," he said firmly but avoided eye contact.

"I'm fine," he muttered after a moment.

"I know you're not," you said simply and maybe that sentence was what caused Sirius to finally let everything out.

It was such a simple phrase but the way it struck his chest was something else. He looked at you with big silver eyes filled with tears and brought you in his arms, burying his face in your neck.

"I- I'm s- sorry," he said shakily as tears streamed down his face rapidly. "I didn't want to- didn't mean to-"

"Hey hey hey," you consoled and rubbed his back. "Shh it's okay. I'm right here love".

He cried his heart out, letting every tiny thing that seemed to upset him in the past few days fade away.

While all you could so was hug him tightly and comfort him while you were in an inconsolable state yourself.

"Don't act like you're all happy and cheery when you're feeling dead inside. It's normal and okay to show emotions, you know? You're a human Sirius, you deserve to be free and display your feelings without fear or hesitation. And it's fine if you don't wanna talk about it in front of everyone, I understand that. But James, Rem and Pete? They're your friends aren't they? They were almost on the verge of crying themselves after seeing your drunken state".

Sirius lifted his head from your shoulder, his heart aching with guilt and at the same time feeling happy at his caring friends.

"And me? I'm right here, all the damn time," you said and he looked down with a sadly. "And you remember this, I'll always be here. No matter what. Okay?"

"Okay," he mumbled and drew patterns on your shirt.

"Okay?!" You asked once again and cupped his cheeks, making him look at you. He saw a playful glare on your face and knew you were trying to make him laugh.

"Okay," he finally smiled that genuine twitch and you reciprocated. And suddenly you purposefully went closer to him and stared him down until he couldn't help but dissolve into a fit of soft laughter.

He then raised his hand to rest it on your cheek, a dazed look on his face as he looked at you. He saw your hair tumbling over your shoulders, tousled in some places. Your bare face that he loved no matter how flawed it was.

"I love you," he said with outmost sincerity and adoration.

"I love you too, handsome," you chuckled and rested your head against his.

He smirked at the nickname and that was the only warning you had before his fingers attacked your sides with tickles.

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You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry, for leaving and growing up.

The warm and sunny days were slowly fading away to coldness as November was approaching soon enough.

The bright and luscious green trees were changing into shades of red, orange and yellow as Autumn began. And with the start of a new month, a very special day was coming soon too.

Sirius Black's seventeenth birthday. Which meant the days before were full of planning, late night pre-celebrations and lots of chaotic days.

The person himself was seen grinning widely as his important day was getting closer and closer. He skipped and sprinted around in corridors and sang songs at the top of his voice.

So to conclude, he was very ecstatic indeed. And it made you and the others delighted too. Seeing him be carefree and not worry about the constant family issues.

"It feels illegal for you to be so happy when I'm drowning in misery here," you said playfully after he entered the common room with a cheerful face.

"Then be happy with me, love," he grinned and took you hands, making you stand up.

"Nu-uh," you immediately shook your head at seeing that mischievous spark in his eyes. "I've got loads of work to do and I surely don't want yet another detention".

"Oh come on!" He complained and purposefully leaned in a little closer, just enough for your noses to touch.

"No..." Your argument faltered as you blushed at the proximity. You knew what he was doing and yet you were helpless.

"Please? For me?" He asked and placed his forehead against yours, kissing the corner of your mouth and hiding a smirk.

You groaned and cursed at the effect his presence had, "Fine!"

He grinned victoriously and wrapped his arm around your waist securely to lead you Merlin knows where. "You love me too much to refuse, darling".

"Yeah whatever," you rolled your eyes but smiled at his genuine happiness. "Also, you missed the spot".

"Which spot?" He asked in confusion.

"Well, I don't think this is called lips," you said innocently and pointed to the corner of your mouth.

He chuckled and pulled you to him with a single arm and you collided against his chest, your faces inches away as he looked at you intensely.

He then leaned in to kiss you on the right place, lips forming a smile as you reciprocated the action with a lot more passion than him.

"Happy now? Did I find the correct spot?" He asked amusedly as the pair of you walked out of the portrait hole.

"Yeah you did," you smirked and winked at him just for fun.

"Dork," he muttered and laughed, reaching out to entwining your hands.

The day before Sirius' birthday, James had thrown him out of the common room and asked him to wander around the castle just so the rest of you could check your plans.

There was no hiding in this, everyone knew there was always some kind of planning going on for someone's birthday.

And despite with everyone's disagreement, the birthday boy wanted to stay up till midnight, just so he could watch you bring the cake and all.

Sirius, as the drama queen he was fought intentionally and whined. He also sobbed dramatically on Remus' shoulder about how his dearest friends had abandoned him.

"Oh shut up and move now you git," James sighed as he watched the boy now walking up to you.

"Godric help me," you groaned and slapped him on the back harshly as he squeezed you and started to make loud crying sounds.

"Sirius Black I swear to Merlin we won't even wish you if you don't go out this instant, much less get you a cake and prepare something," Remus tried to threaten.

He finally did listen and lifted his head up with a prankster smirk, quite a contrast to the noises made just seconds earlier.

All of you heaved a relieved sigh as he left the common room and y'all started the birthday planning session which went on till about 11:45 pm.

The main character of the plan stepped in not even a minute later with arms full of small snacks from the kitchens.

"Did you put a raid or something?" Peter grinned excitedly at the mounds of sweet and savoury items placed in front of him.

You smiled as Sirius sat next to you and handed your favorite chocolate muffin with choco chips.

You lot sat eating and the food was gone very quickly. It was three minutes until midnight and you kept Sirius distracted by telling him some bizarre fact while Peter sneakily slipped up the stairs to get the cake that was kept in their dormitory.

"That's absurd," he muttered and continued to think what you had just said.

"No it's not," you grinned at his face that looked as though he was contemplating his entire life just because you had told him one random fact.

He was about to argue when a loud party horn was blown and he immediately covered his ears, eyes wide at the sudden noise.

You got up from your spot as fast as lighting to stand beside Remus and all of you screamed, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PADFOOT!"

Sirius was still staring at his friends in awe. Though he knew they had planned something for him, he was still in shock. He let out a bark like laugh when you put a party hat on top of his head.

Peter stepped in front and held out the cake and the birthday boy closed his eyes tightly to make a wish before blowing off the candles.

"Wohooo!" James cheered and you clapped your hands as he cut his cake.

Your hand intervened as you scooped up a piece and held it in front of him. He smiled and gladly took a bite.

Others repeated the same and you were just waiting for him to chew the last slice when the boy was attacked as you smeared the icing onto his cheeks.

"HEY!" Sirius let out a squeal and shielded himself and laughter echoed in the room.

Remus smirked and he too copied your action and soon enough Sirius' face was totally covered in buttercream.

"No no don't wipe it off!" Peter warned him and upon receiving a puzzled look, he grinned and held up a camera.

The grey-eyed boy rolled his eyes in exasperation but posed for the photo nonetheless. You had to admit he looked handsome even with the icing covering every inch of his face.

He finally cleaned his face with a simple cleaning charm, "That was mean".

"No it wasn't," the rest said in unison.

The rest of the night was spent by taking photos and giving gifts to the visibly pleased birthday boy.

The next day had gone quite smoothly, you were sure that almost the entire school had wished Sirius a happy birthday. He said so himself and you wouldn't doubt it.

It was almost evening and the time for his birthday party had come. It was hosted by none other than James Potter in the Gryffindor Common Room. Everybody from sixth and seventh year was invited.

"Alright," you said, and stood up from your seat on the couch much to the reluctance of Sirius who had his head rested on your shoulder. "I'll go get dressed up".

Lily and Marlene who had just walked in and had heard came running over to you, "Yeah come on let's go".

You nodded at them and turned around to leave when your arm was grabbed and you were tugged backwards.

"Stay for sometime," Sirius whispered and tightened his grip around your waist. His lips brushed your hair and your back was pressed against his chest.

"It's almost time, Pads," you smiled and leaned into his arms.

He sighed disappointedly, "Fine.. Go ahead and leave your charming boyfriend all alone".

You snorted at his dramatics, "It's your party my charming boyfriend, so it'll be better if you go and get dressed too".

"What's the colour of your dress?" He asked softly and touched his cheek to yours, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Dark blue".

"I'll match my shirt to that".

You smirked at that, "Quite a romantic man aren't you, Black?"

"You don't even know," he said and blushed embarrassedly.

"Don't worry I like it," you chuckled at his flustered face and purposefully pressed a kiss extremely near to his lips, but not touching the area.

He gave you a look of betrayal as you climbed up the stairs and stuck your tongue out at him.

Up in the dorm, the girls were doing some last finishing touches and scanning themselves in the mirrors.

"Damn do we look good," Marlene smirked and the rest all grinned.

"Let's go now. It's time," Dorcas said and one by one, they stepped down the stairs, naturally gaining everyone's attention.

"Damn girls," James whistled and the other Marauders turned to look towards what he was staring at with so intesity.

Sirius smiled appreciatively as they all came into sight, his head moved around and he felt his heart almost stop at seeing you.

His mouth opened involuntarily and his breathing became irregular. A faint flush coated his cheeks as he took in your appearance, eyes glazing over every detail with love and admiration.

You smiled shyly after Lily pointed out to how your man was staring at you. You bit your lip before walking over to him.

"Looking handsome, Sirius," you complimented him genuinely and put your hand on his torso.

His arm was immediately around your waist, pulling you closer and he too smiled sincerely, "You're more beautiful".

You were not able to fight off the blush and him caressing you cheek didn't help either. He laughed softly at the red hue on your neck and cheekbones before kissing you gently.

The room erupted into applause and the couple grinned before everyone went back to drinking and dancing.

Many people were wishing and giving gifts to Sirius while you and the Marauders were spinning around on the dance floor. Laughing out loud and swaying to the music.

"Come on, Rem!" You smirked and pulled the tall boy onto the dancefloor.

He smiled and twirled you around as a much softer song started playing. You two were spinning around crazily, laughing hard at your childish antics.

"Hey James," you chuckled as Remus' place was taken by the messy-haired boy. He just winked at you and spun you skillfully.

After some dancing you excused yourself as your feet were hurting a little due to those heels. You sat down near the drinks table and took a small shot of firewhisky.

"Tired so soon, my love?" A familiar voice was heard making you smile and you turned.

"Not everyone has your hyperactive nature, Black. Some get tired pretty easily".

He grinned and gently took hold of your hands, beckoning you to stand up. You did and he pulled you towards him.

"We've still got to dance," he reminded and swayed the two of you to the rhythm. Your head was on his shoulder and arms around his neck.

He pulled apart after some time and locked eyes with you, his loving grey ones staring deep into yours and a small smile appeared on his face after scanning your features.

"What?" You questioned at his look.

He shook his head and looked down for a bit before answering, "Thank you".

"What for?"

"Everything," he said simply.

You laughed softly and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, "Always".

Sirius Black smiled as he hugged you tightly, keeping you close to him. He raised his head to look around and felt his lips stretch more at the sight of James, Remus and Peter laughing out loud.

He then looked down at you, nestled so comfortably in his arms and his chest felt warm and fuzzy.

These people were his true family, he thought to himself. They were the ones to constantly be there, ever single time, whenever he needed help.

And they would be there. He knew.

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You can see the world, following the seasons anywhere you go. You don't need a reason 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry for doin' it on your own.

A tap was what pulled your mind out of the book that you were reading with intense concentration. Your face lit up at seeing your owl outside the window.

You quickly opened it and he flew in immediately, dropping the letter on your desk before settling into his cage and drinking water from the small dish.

You stroked his feathers as a thanks and eagerly opened the envelope. Out fell quite a few photographs and you gathered them all before taking your time in looking at every one of them.

A fond smile was seen on your face at the bright and happy look of your boyfriend. He had sent you many pictures of himself and he was smiling in all of them.

A chuckle escaped your lips at seeing one of James tackling him to the ground and the two laughing like a pair of idiots.

You were glad he was enjoying himself to the fullest despite his concerns about the trip. Though you had managed to somehow convince him to go and you were pleased at your decision.

He was out there on a trip with the Potters. It was actually a business trip but Mr Potter had agreed to take the two boys along with him and his wife.

A whipped look was now etched on your features as you stared at another photo. He really was beautiful, too good to be true. What with that soft, long hair, piercing grey eyes, and mischievous smirk, he was quite a sight for sore eyes.

You shook your head at how in love you were with this boy and finally put down the pictures to read his letter.

My love, my darling, my beautiful girlfriend, my lovely girl.

It's me, your favourite person and don't you dare deny it and say Remus is your favourite! I know that's not true, or I hope so.

It's so awesome here!! And I know that I said this in the previous letter, but I'd like to make you more and more jealous.

But honestly, love. Everything's so beautiful. I'm enjoying every second of this trip and I hate to say this, but you were right. I just know you have that proud smirk on your face. Yeah yeah, whatever.

Monty and Mia were both out so me and James had almost the whole day to ourselves. We slept late in the night, woke up late too and did quite a lot of crazy stuff.

I am really happy here and have gotten a lot more handsome just in the span of one week. You'll see it for yourself in the pictures.

But darling, I miss you. A lot. I can't wait to get back and hug you tight, and kiss you and cuddle with you and do everything that I've been missing heavily. Hope you're not having too much fun without me. Also I've got some for you and I'm sure you're going to love it.

After school, I promise you we'll go somewhere. Just the two of us. I've already got placed planned and the first one is Paris, can't miss the city of love now can we?

It's nice roaming around in here, but would've been a lot better if you were here with me. I can't wait until we both travel the whole world together. Hand in hand.

I love you!!

Your handsome, funny, sweet, adorable, charming, wonderful, fantastic boyfriend, Sirius xx

Laughter came spilling out from your lips after you finished reading his letter. It was almost like he was in front of you himself.

You missed him too, dearly. But you knew he had to spend time with himself for awhile, just enjoying without any worry. He had to relish in the feelings of being young before it was too late.

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You're just in time make your tea and your toast. You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes. Ooh. You don't have to go, you don't have to go home. Oh there's a long way to go. I don't believe that time will change your mind. In other words I know, they won't, hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go.

Exams had finished, every student breathed a sigh of relief at the end of non-stop studying, stress and pressure.

All of the fifth and seventh years were the loudest to cheer after the last paper. Them being understandably more happy at the examinations finally being over.

But there was also a little bit of a sullen atmosphere amongst the eldest students. For the seventh years, the end of exams also meant the end of their final year.

And they weren't ready. Not at all.

The Marauders were in the same condition. Ecstatic to be free of studies for awhile, but not at all wanting to leave this place.

This castle, that was the comfort place of many after their home. And to some, Hogwarts was their only home.

You had finished eating dinner and were walking around the corridors, taking in every little thing before you had to leave. You smiled at seeing a particular portrait, behind which was a secret room.

A lot of memories came flooding in.

And as thoughts ran, the smile slipped off to a gloomy look. You wanted to be young again. Experience everything right from the start, just one last time. But it wasn't possible.

"Love?" Sirius' voice called softly. He walked over to you and furrowed his eyebrows at your figure standing in the dark.

"Yeah," you replied and his frown deepened at hearing your voice shake, he stood in front of you and noticed your glistening eyes.

He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer and placed his warm palm on your cheek, "What's wrong?"

You let out a small chuckle and blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears that were welling, "Nothing. Just being silly that's all".

But he raised an eyebrow and knew something was troubling you, "Tell me!" He insisted.

You looked down and then up at him again, your lips pursed, "We're going to leave in a couple of days. I don't wanna go".

"Neither do I," he sighed and backed you against the wall. His hands coming to your waist and your foreheads touching. "This place feels too familiar, too home-like to just leave like that".

"Darling," he trailed off with a sad look as a tear did escape from your hold. He instantly wiped it off and cupped your face. His heart aching slightly because he knew how much Hogwarts meant for you, knew how hard it must be to depart from a place that was your home.

You sniffed and smiled at him, "It's okay, I'm fine. I'm fine".

"You sure?" He asked and looked you right in the eye to confirm. He then nodded and kissed you gently before putting his arm around your shoulder.

"Let's go to the kitchens after some time. We'll take the rest too".

"Yeah," you nodded enthusiastically and the two of you entered the common room.

The room was empty except for James, Remus and Peter who were resting on the couches and armchairs.

"You alright?" Remus inquired you, him naturally being the most observant.

"Yeah I'm good," you gave him a genuine smile and he nodded. You then grinned and looked at James, "Where's the future Mrs Potter, Prongs?"

The hazel-eyed boy blushed while the rest snickered, "She's up in the dorm. Told me she wanted to sleep early".

"You're really going to propose to her after school?" Peter asked curiously.

"Not immediately after, but yeah," he smiled and shared a glance with Sirius.

"Never thought you'd get a girl that's a whole lot better than you," Sirius teased him.

"Well, I could say the same about you, Black," James retorted with a smirk making the other roll his eyes.

"Where d'you think we'll go? After school I mean?" Remus asked with a small frown.

"I'm gonna live with my parents for sometime before getting my own place," James said and you nodded as that was your answer too.

"I'm not going back," they all heard a small mumble come from the grey-eyed boy.

"Sirius?" Peter said cautiously.

"I'm not going back there," he said again with a desperate look.

"You are not going back. Never," you answered firmly. "You're either gonna live with me or James. Your choice".

"Yeah...." He responded but he was certainly thinking about something.

"Hey mate," James got up from his place and placed his hands on Sirius' shoulder. "You are not going there, and they won't come looking for you as well".

"You're an adult now, Pads. It's your life ahead, you get to make the choices," Remus said softly.

"I'll get my own place," he said. "My- My Uncle left me some money and I think I can buy a flat with that. Will you come and stay with me?" He asked you uncertainly.

"Of course I will," you smiled reassuringly. "I'd be happy to".

"You can come over anytime. Mum and Dad will love it too," grinned James.

"Sirius," the brown-haired boy muttered after seeing him still overthinking. "I want you to understand this, which is that you've left them now. You've removed yourself, and rightfully so from them".

"Which means," you intervened and Sirius looked at you. "They can't hurt you. They can never, as long as you continue on with your life without any worry".

"I'll maybe invite Reggie to come over once he's graduated too," he said brightly and you laughed, agreeing with him.

"We're definitely not ready," you said and then shrugged. "But I know for a fact that it's gonna be one hell of a ride".

"For sure," Remus chuckled and all of you shared a laugh, nervous but excited to explore your lives.

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You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don't have to be sorry, for doin' it on your own.

To say that Sirius Black was nervous would be a huge understatement. He was absolutely terrified as the day came nearer and nearer.

He wasn't even understanding the reason behind his scared nature. He was sure of his decision and knew your answer too.

But that little bit of insecurity. That tiny part of him was screaming every negative thought there was and making him more anxious to go on with his choice.

He was always thinking about every possible outcome, every result and every line he thought you would utter after hearing his confession.

And of course, in such matters James Potter was the least helpful person.

"I'm not doing this," Sirius groaned and grabbed his hair in frustration. Another evil thought had sneaked it's way into his mind. Telling him that you were surely going to leave him on the spot.

"Thirtieth time this week," Peter grinned and James snorted.

"Have some feelings can't you?" Remus attempted to scold them but he too was biting back a smile.

"She's gonna say no, she's gonna say no," the boy hyperventilated and started panicking.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" James, Remus and Peter yelled in unison, all very annoyed.

"She is not going to say no".

"She'll be very happy".

"So you better man up now".

"Alright alright!"

"What's the matter here?" Marlene asked and the girls settled down on the couches.

"Just Sirius being dramatic," James answered and wrapped his arms around Lily as soon as she had sat next to him.

"I'm not being dramatic," the boy in question grumbled angrily.

"Okay, what's the plan?" Dorcas raised an eyebrow, already knowing the topic.

"There's no plan. Not yet atleast," responded Remus and glanced at Sirius' curled up form.

"You do know that girl loves you more than she loves herself, right?" Lily said with a pointed look.

"I know..." Sirius mumbled.

"First tell me are you sure? Do you truly and honestly want this?"

"More than anything," he immediately said firmly making Lily nod.

"She loves you a lot. More than you think she does," Dorcas smiled. "And you're not getting married the next day, it's just a proposal".

"But what if it's too soon? What if she doesn't want to get engaged? We haven't even graduated yet!"

"It is soon, I agree. But the times aren't right too," Marlene consoled. "We have a very less chance to make it out alive of this. Everyone knows that. So better to enjoy than regret".

"And if she says it's too soon, tell her you'll get married after sometime. Just say everything from your heart and I promise you it'll be fine," Dorcas grinned.

"And I know for a fact that it won't be soon for her," Lily added. "Even she knows how dark these days are and will be".

He nodded, feeling his chest lighten at their words.

It was quite late in the night but sleep wasn't coming easily to Sirius, he was lying awake. Had been since a long time.

He was up thinking. Again.

He was sure you weren't going to leave him, but a slightest possibility was still there.

He sighed and massaged his temple, debating on whether he should go up to your dormitory or not.

He got up a second later, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. Certainly not with those thoughts torturing his brain.

He silently tip-toed out of the room and muttered a spell before climbing the staircases. Quietly, the door was pushed open and a silencing charm was casted around your bed.

He slowly pushed the curtains apart and felt a smile grow on his face at seeing you in his Gryffindor sweater. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to settle down without making any noise and movement.

Your eyes fluttered open after feeling something brush against your waist. You groggily looked to your side to see a familiar head of long locks nuzzling in your neck.

Your tensed body relaxed and you started running your fingers through his hair, feeling him release a long breath.

"Everythin' okay?" You asked in a raspy voice.

"All good," he whispered and kissed your cheek before resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Sleep now," you murmured and he hummed. "I love you".

He smiled and lifted his head to look at you. Seeing you lying there with your eyes closed and your hair falling out of the braid, all tousled and messy.

He sensed his heart warming up as he said, "I love you too".

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You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don't have to be sorry, no.

Today was the day, the day when Sirius Black was going to propose to his girlfriend.

And he had a bright grin on his face from the moment he woke up. He put a little more effort in his looks after bathing and the boys all teased him mercilessly.

"I never thought I'd see you so whipped over a girl," James laughed as he watched his best friend styling his hair.

"But said girl is not just any girl, Prongs," Remus grinned as he saw Sirius blush.

"Piss off," he muttered and took one last look in the mirror before turning away.

"Here, give her this," said Peter and handed Sirius a beautiful red rose, your favorite flower of all time.

"Thanks Wormtail," his smile widened as he bid them goodbye before excitedly running down the stairs.

"He's having it bad," James chuckled and shook his head fondly.

Sirius came to an abrupt halt at the foot of the stairs and scanned the common room, his grey eyes searching for you in the half-crowded place.

"She's there," said Remus from behind him and pointed to where you were sitting near the window.

He nodded and walked over to his girl, taking in your features as you basked in the natural sunlight that was pouring in. You were wearing your usual outfit, dark blue jeans and a light coloured shirt.

"Morning!" Sirius chirped and you jumped a little as he stood next to you, his hands behind his back.

"Good morning," you laughed and your eyes widened in surprise at seeing a gorgeous rose being presented. "For me?"

"No, for James," he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"What's the occasion?" You asked with raised eyebrows and twirled the flower between your fingers.

"Can't a guy just give his girlfriend a flower without any reason?"

"Of course he can," you said and looked at his cheery face with a suspicious gaze. "You're definitely planning something".

He let out a dramatic sigh, "Merlin look at this! A man is not even allowed to gift his girlfriend nowadays".

"Oh shut up you drama queen," you laughed and were pressed back against the window as he towered over you.

"Make me," he smirked and you did, of course you bloody did.

"I did," you smirked back after seeing his dazed and blank face after you had kissed him.

And that moment was when Sirius felt more in love, the already huge amount of adoration he held for you seemed to increase once again.

Throughout the day, he was acting like his usual self but a whole lot affectionate and touchy. You didn't mind obviously, you just knew there had to be something.

You went upstairs to your dorm to grab the book you were currently reading and were surprised to find a piece of paper kept on it.

You leaned forward and picked it up curiously to read the note.

"In you, I've found the love of my life and my closest, truest friend". - Sirius

A blush was quick to arise on your cheeks as they were lifted upwards by your smile. This boy was surely going to melt you someday.

You stared at the note for another second before keeping it carefully in your diary.

Later at evening, you were lying couch of the common room. Eyes closed while the soft tune of the radio played.

You were too immersed in the song to notice Remus entering the room and calling your name. Only when he tapped your arm did you register his presence.

"Oh hey," you smiled at him and sat up straight.

"You have to get dressed, like now and be ready here in ten minutes".

Your stared at him, dumbfounded. "What?"

He stopped a snort at your face but repeated himself, "Get dressed and come down here in ten minutes. No questions!" He added once you had opened your mouth.

"But what on earth should I even wear if I don't know where I'm going?" You reasoned as the boy kept pushing you towards the stairs by your shoulders.

"Just put on any dress," he said impatiently. "Not overly fancy, just something nice".

"This better not be some kind of prank," you said warningly before shutting the dormitory door behind you.

Fifteen minutes later, you were there in the common room.

"Good?" You asked and looked down at the simple but elegant outfit.

"Perfect," he nodded with a smile and looped your arm through his to take the lead.

"Where are we going?" You asked, curious after he had lead you out in the grounds.

"You'll see".

He took you further away from the castle and you were too busy scanning the surroundings to notice your boyfriend pacing around restlessly.

"Here we are," Remus said and your head snapped forward.

"Sirius?" You called, gaining the boy's attention. "Rem? What's going on?"

But the sandy-haired boy just gave you a wink before walking back. You frowned and then looked questioningly at Sirius who was dressed quite nicely as well.

He took your hand and led you over to a small hill top, his eyes never leaving yours. He didn't say anything and just gestured towards the sky.

You looked to where he was pointing and smiled broadly at the beautiful starry night. "It's beautiful," you agreed.

"I wanted to talk," he broke the silence and turned his body towards you with you doing the same.

"Yes?"

He gave you a small smile before saying, "You told me in the morning that I was planning something when I have you that rose. And you were right," he finished, laughing a little at your triumphant look.

"I wanna talk about something important, so I thought it'd be good if we were nicely dressed and were somewhere that's quiet".

He gave a nervous laugh, "I don't even know how to start this so I'm just gonna blurt everything out. Don't you laugh, okay?" He warned and you pressed your lips together to prevent a smile.

"I love you," he went directly to the point. "I wish I could explain just how wonderful you are, explain just how safe I feel with you, explain just how much your mere presence has helped me".

You were staring right back at him, your face not holding anything but love. For him.

"I really want to tell you how much I love you, but I'm at a loss of words for that," he chuckled a little. "It's not just any feeling, it's definitely not like something I've experienced before. Maybe that's why I can't properly describe it. I can't even understand how I went from loving you as a best friend to loving you romantically".

"I fell for you," he admitted. "Hard. I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once. It was exhilarating but godric was it beautiful".

"All those days I was drowning with hatred, pity, shame, disdain," he listed off with a small frown. "You helped me, cured me, saved me in every way a person can be saved. There was just something about you that made me feel myself and not pretend to be someone I don't know. I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn't love myself," he said and you saw his grey eyes glistening silver with emotion.

Your heart was racing as he confessed, your throat tightening and burning as you held back the tears.

"We're a complicated mess, you and I," he laughed tearfully. "But I think that's what makes us awesome".

He then sniffed and cleared his throat, "So now to conclude this immaculate confession. I want to be with you, for the rest of my life. At the end of the day, I want to be the person you come home to, the one with whom you share your secrets, your laughs, cries and everything".

"You are the finest, loveliest, the most tender person I've ever met. And even that, my love, is an understatement," he cupped your cheek to wipe your tears.

He then moved back one step and knelt down on one knee, watching your mouth open a little and your eyes widen.

"I just want you, that's all. I want all your flaws, mistakes, smiles, laughter, jokes, sarcasm. I just want you. We went from being strangers to friends, best friends, lovers, and now I think I'm ready for the next step".

You let out a shaky breath as you bit your lip in anticipation at his words.

"Will you, my love? Will you let me be the person who gets to wake up next to you everyday, gets to kiss you, hug you, cuddle you every single day?"

You were already nodding involuntarily, your breathing ragged and uneven.

"Will you marry me?" He finally asked and your face split into a huge, teary-eyed smile.

You looked at him fully. Sirius Black, your man kneeling down on one knee, waiting for your answer. His gaze fixated on you and you only, an overwhelming love present in his grey eyes. His long locks framing his defined face and swaying gently.

This was the man you loved. A little bit messy, a little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster. Just like you.

"Yes," you whispered and his lips stretched wide as he removed the ring to slip it on your finger. "A thousand times yes".

As soon as the ring was placed, you pulled him upwards and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

Tears were falling down both of your cheeks, but neither of you cared. Too lost in the moment, too lost in each other.

But of course, being friends with the Marauders meant that you couldn't go a lot of time without being interrupted.

And an ear-splitting applause was what made the two of you pull apart slightly. There was everyone, bright grins and smirks etched on their faces as they shouted and wolf-whistled.

You looked at them and laughed, your hands on Sirius' chest as his went on your cheeks to wipe your tears. He smiled again before kissing you with a newfound passion and love, emitting another wave of thunderous clapping from your friends.

Sirius pulled away and looked at them. Seeing James' laughing face, Remus' proud and emotional expression, Peter's fond gaze, Lily's ecstatic grin, Marlene's annoying smirk, Dorcas' teary eyes and Regulus' grin, the brightest of all.

His eyes then fell on you. On your slightly messy hair, on your tear-stained face, red nose and loving smile.

Who said family always had to be blood-related? Family is about who's willing to hold your hand when you need it the most.

Family are the ones who claim you. In good, in bad, in parts, in whole. They're the ones to show up, to stay regardless of anything.

And for Sirius Black, it were all these people. Every single one of them.

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