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Always There - Chapter Eleven: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters, profanity, sad reader, mentions of reader not taking care of herself, mentions of not eating, smoking cigarettes, Sev is a bad listener

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

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Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 2052

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The Potters and Severus left the house the next day, all going to 12 Grimmauld Place, the two professors attending the Order meeting and Harry getting to see his friends. Once they had arrived, Molly was the first one to greet the three of them at the door. She ushered Harry up the stairs and the professors into the dining room where the meeting was being held. This was the first meeting that Y/N was able to attend since the Order had restarted. Most of the meeting was about keeping Harry safe and protected.

“How is he doing, dove?” Remus had asked her.

“He could be better, he’s been having nightmares every night. Harry is struggling to simplify it, he watched someone die right in front of him and then had to fight Voldemort all by himself, it's a lot for a young boy,” She explained.

“What have you been doing to get him to sleep? Do sleeping draughts work?” Sirius chimed in.

“We’ve tried sleeping draughts but it makes the nightmares harder for him to come out of. He’s been sleeping in my bed since the beginning of the summer. Even then he has nightmares but at least I’m right there to help him.” With the end of the conversation, the meeting had ended, the members who weren’t staying had left and the rest had stayed. The kids were all upstairs waiting for dinner, Y/N eventually calling Harry down early so he could catch up with Remus and Sirius. She hadn’t seen the boy that happy all summer which made her heart ache. She excused herself from the room to go sit outside for some fresh air.

Severus was about to follow her but Remus wordlessly told him to stay, following her out. She was sitting on the top step with a cigarette lit in her hand. “I thought you quit when you left school?” Remus questioned as he sat beside her on the step.

“I did but after last year with the triwizard tournament and Harry’s nightmares, I started again. It’s the only way I’ve been able to stay sane. I haven’t been able to sleep, I can barely eat, it’s like I haven’t been able to turn off, you know?” She vented to her friend as she took a puff from the tobacco in her hand.

“Dove, I thought Severus talked to you about taking care of yourself. Give me that.” He took the cigarette from her hand, inhaling some smoke before putting it out and throwing it onto the pavement.

“He did but with all of the stress in my life, I haven’t been able to even think about taking care of myself. My nephew has been attacked every year he’s been at Hogwarts and it’s only getting worse. Voldemort is back, the death eaters have started their meetings, I’ve barely seen Severus, I’ve barely left the house, I’ve barely slept, I’ve barely eaten, most of my plants are dying. My life has been a mess since James died, I’ve had no order in my life since that night.”

It took everything in Remus to not scold her. He knew that a lecture was the last thing she needed, that she wouldn’t benefit from one at the moment. “Let’s go in to eat something, and then after you eat, you are going to bed, you need to rest. You can’t take care of Harry if you haven’t taken care of yourself. You want a piece of chocolate?” He held out a chocolate bar he’d been breaking pieces off of during the meeting. She broke off a piece and ate it, leaning into Remus’ side as she chewed.

“I miss them,” Y/N whispered, Remus knew she was talking about James and Lily, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and resting his head on top of hers.

“Me too, dove, me too,” He sighed. The door had opened and closed, neither of the bothering to turn around to see who it was.

“Dovey time without me? Moony, how dare you?” Sirius joked as he sat beside Remus. Y/N reached over for Sirius who gave her his hand and squeezed it. Sirius leaned his head onto Remus’ shoulder as well as the three sat in silence. They sat out there until Molly had peeked her head out to tell the trio it was time to eat. It took a few minutes for the three of them to get up and make their way into the house. She took her place next to Severus, expecting Harry to sit beside her but the boy sat beside his godfather instead.

“You okay, darling?” Severus asked her softly, watching as she pushed food around her plate instead of eating.

“I’m fine, honey. Just not hungry,” She replied, giving him a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was time for his heart to ache, not even a year before, she was bubbly and happy and now she was dull and in a constant state of sorrow and worry. Her hair that was once put together and taken care of, now a constant frizzy or oily mess. Her skin was even duller, once shining bright and full, her cheeks now sunken in and dark rings appearing under her eyes. She had lost a substantial amount of weight during the summer, everyone taking note of it and trying to get her to eat to no avail. She was never hungry anymore, instead she was always tired and worried, hoping that her nephew would be okay and safe even though she knew that those chances were slim to none with the return of Voldemort.

“Dovey, it’s your favorite, why aren’t you eating?” Sirius asked her from across the table, all eyes turning to her in an instant.

“Just not hungry, I think I’m gonna go to bed actually,” She dismissed herself from the table, handing her plate to Kreacher, thanking the house elf, before making her way up the stairs to the room she was staying in. She pulled another cigarette from the pack and sat by the window as she lit it. As she smoked the cigarette, downstairs in the dining room, the table had fallen silent.

Severus let out a heavy sigh as he sat back in his chair, everyone's eyes now turning to him. “What are you all looking at me for?” He questioned them all.

“What’s going on with her? She’s not herself Severus and you know it. She looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks, she’s lost a lot of weight, it’s not healthy,” Molly questioned him.

“She hasn’t been sleeping well, which I just found out myself. She’s stressed out of her mind, she needs a break from everything but she doesn’t allow herself to have that break. I’ve barely had time to see her since the Order started back up, she’s by herself taking care of a boy who is wanted by every dark wizard you can name,” Severus was upset with himself because the Order had taken up so much of his time, he left Y/N all by herself to care for the boy who lived.

It had taken everything in Severus to not scream at everyone, he felt like they were blaming Y/N’s state on him when there wasn’t anything he could do, he tried his damndest to make her feel better but it hadn’t worked. Nothing that anyone did helped her in any way, her only concern was Harry, he is her boy, he is her sole responsibility, he is hers to keep safe and care for and that is what she felt like she did best. But once he began to get targeted, she realized that trying her best wasn’t good enough, she spent hours every night putting protection charms on their home, keeping dangerous plants around for defense if needed and staying up all night just in case something were to happen. The night before was the first time she had actually slept for more than an hour at a time, she slept for maybe 3 hours total before she eventually woke up and put the protection on the house.

Severus had excused himself from the table before making his way upstairs to where he knew Y/N was. She was still sitting by the window, looking out at the muggles as they walked by. She still had a lit cigarette in her hand, taking a puff when Severus had walked in. “I didn’t know you smoked,” He said, startling her slightly.

“Thought I kicked the habit but apparently not,” She replied, her eyes still watching out the window. He made his way to the window and sat beside her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” He said sternly.

“I’m not lying Sev, I’m fine,” She replied in the same tone.

“Y/N Potter, I don’t appreciate being lied to and you know that. Talk to me! I’m right here! You aren’t fine!” He was yelling at this point, he just wanted answers from her. He wanted the truth from her, he wanted to know how he could help.

“Don’t yell at me, Severus Snape! I told you that I am fine! Just leave it at that!”

“No, because you are going to end up killing yourself if you keep it up and I can’t lose you! Harry can’t lose you! Lupin can’t and Black and the Weasley’s! We can’t lose you so tell me what's wrong!” She finally turned to him and got up, him following suit. Her eyes were watery but she was biting back the tears.

“Everything! Everything is wrong! My brother died and my life went to shit! My brother died and part of me died with him! My nephew is being targeted by every dark wizard out there and there’s nothing I can do! My nephew is having nightmares every single night and there is nothing I can do! My nephew is happier here than he has been with me all summer! I can’t handle it all at once! It’s too much, I can't do it anymore! The only thing in my life that has gone right is you! So please just leave me alone before I fuck it up and cause myself more misery!” She screamed at him, a few tears falling from her eyes.

“I’m not leaving you,” Severus stated bluntly, his volume lowering substantially.

“Get out, please. Just get out,” She begged, “I need to be alone, please just leave me alone.”

Before Severus could open his mouth again, Remus had come in to diffuse the situation. “Lupin, your great savior is here to save the day as always. I am not leaving you alone,” Severus was getting frustrated. He just wanted to help but she wasn’t letting him.

“Severus, please just go, she’s asked you to leave more than once, just go,” Remus spoke up, defending his best friend.

“What? So you can have her all to yourself? No, I am not leaving her. She is the love of my life and I am not going anywhere until I know how to help her,” Severus fought back.

Severus and Remus continued to argue, Y/N sitting back down, her knees pulled to her chest, her forehead resting on her knees and her hands covering her ears. “Everyone needs to get out! Everyone needs to leave me alone! I want to be alone! Get out! GET OUT!” She finally snapped after listening to the bickering for way too long. Both men looked at her, then at each other before leaving the room, finally listening to her.

As soon as they had left, she put herself in bed, covering herself with the blanket and blankly staring at the window. She felt the need to cry but she couldn’t, it was almost as if her body wasn’t allowing her to cry. Forcing her to ‘stay strong’ for Harry even though he had the Weasley’s, Hermione, Severus, Sirius and Remus. There were plenty of people that could care for him but she felt like she had to, even if she couldn’t care for herself she could still try her hardest to take care of her boy. She had promised her brother and she wouldn’t break that promise, not now, not ever.

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ZOMBIE 3 (1988) – Episode 232 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“I like smoking. I take a toke once in a while, and now and then I like to piss on a bush! Am I going to go to Hell for that?” It depends on your religion. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they experience Zombie 3 (1988), Lucio Fulci’s faux sequel to his faux sequel.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 232 – Zombie 3 (1988)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

When a terrorist’s body, infected with a stolen chemical, is cremated by the US military, a virus is unintentionally released into the atmosphere over a small island.

Directors: Lucio Fulci, Bruno Mattei, Claudio Fragasso

Writers: Claudio Fragasso, Rossella Drudi, Lucio Fulci

Producer: Franco Gaudenzi

Edited by: Alberto Moriani

Special Effects Makeup: Franco Di Girolamo

Stunts

Ottaviano Dell’Acqua (stunt coordinator)

Dante Abadeza (assistant stunt coordinator) (as Dante Abadessa)

Massimo Vanni (stunts) (uncredited)

Selected Cast:

Deran Sarafian as Kenny

Beatrice Ring as Patricia

Ottaviano Dell’acqua as Roger (credited as Richard Raymond)

Massimo Vanni as Bo (credited as Alex McBride)

Ulli Reinthaler as Nancy

Marina Loi as Carol

Deborah Bergamini as Lia

Robert Marius as Dr. Holder

Mike Monty as General Morton

Maricar Totengco as Suzanna (uncredited)

Claudio Fragasso as Soldier at creamatorum (uncredited)

Bruno Mattei as Soldier at creamatorum (uncredited)

It’s time to return to the gloriously gory realm of the Italian zombie movie. Whoa-boy! Zombie 3 (aka Zombi 3, aka Zombie Flesh Eaters 2), is a sequel to Fulci’s Zombi 2 (1979) in name only, much as Fulci’s Zombi 2 (known as Zombie in the U.S.) is a “sequel” to Romero’s Zombi (1978, known as Dawn of the Dead in the States). Alternate film titles, am I right? Woof.

Regardless, Fulci does return to direct this feature but it’s eventually co-directed by Bruno Mattei and Claudio Fragrasso when Fulci leaves the Philippines for . . . reasons. What about those reasons? Or the story? Or the locations? Or the effects work? Or the acting? Or the . . . well, you’re just going to have to check out what the 80s Grue Crew have to say about this latterday Fulci effort.

Hey, it’s still Fulci which makes it worth a watch in the Decades of Horror book. At the time of this writing, Zombie 3 is available to stream with ads from Tubi and The Roku Channel; by subscription from Flix Fling, Night Flight, or Screambox; and from multiple PPV sources. Zombie 3 is also available as a Blu-ray disc from Severin Films.

If you’re interested, here are other Decades of Horror episodes focused on movies directed by Lucio Fulci:

ZOMBIE (1979) — Episode 62 — Decades Of Horror 1970s

CITY OF THE LIVING DEAD (THE GATES OF HELL, 1980) – Episode 145 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

THE BEYOND (1981) – Episode 123 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

THE HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY (1981) – Episode 209 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

THE BLACK CAT (1981) – Episode 184 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be The Loch Ness Horror (1982). “Boom!” goes the dynamite.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

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dusksmote · 3 years

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Is there any background info you can give on characters in WTSAU?

Like any cool hc you give the characters?

okay i have SO MANY 😩 but i can’t say all the best ones until later cuz they involve SPOILERS

so i’ll try to say all the ones i can with the information given:

Style:

- Kyle’s had feelings for Stan since he realized he was gay, which was in middle school. When Stan came out as bi he told Kyle first, before Wendy, even though they were dating at the time. Kyle’s insecurities prevented from acting on his feelings even after they broke up.

- Wendy has pegged Stan in the past, but Kyle is the first guy Stan’s ever been with. Wendy has come around to support their relationship since the events of ETL chapter 4.

- Stan is always the first one to say ‘I love you’.

- Kyle was the last one in their big friend group to lose his virginity, but he has one of the highest sex drives of the guys. He and Stan switch off being top almost equally, but Kyle prefers to top and Stan prefers to bottom. they fuck daily.

- When they want to have a hard, passionate fuck Kyle tops. when they want to have slow, emotional sex Stan tops. Kyle has slight sadist tendencies (inflicts pain) and Stan has masochist tendencies (receives pain). Stan is especially into breathplay (choking, face sitting, crushing, etc.) and assplay. he’s the best ass eater (so call him a bottom feeder 😂) and Kyle’s superior in the blowjob department.

- Stan has hyperhidrosis, meaning he sweats more than the average person. this is why their rooms/the truck/anywhere they fuck smells so strong. there’s a few hints for this in ETL/WTSAU, he keeps antiperspirant in his locker and in the truck, he gets really sweaty whenever they have sex. Stan also has asthma and acne, which Kyle’s been helping him treat. Kyle loves popping his zits for him.

- Conversely, Kyle is super hygienic and always tries to keep himself clean and dry. when Sharon comes into Stan’s room in chapter 1 and describes the smell, the gym locker scent is Stan, the Old Spice is Kyle, and the ‘inside of a rubber balloon’ is their latex lubricant.

- Everyone at school considers them the obnoxious, overly romantic couple. they hold hands, cuddle, kiss, and dirty talk in front of everyone. they think they can get away with it without people noticing but they’re chronically conspicuous and not stealthy. the working title for the fanfic was actually ‘Ain’t Slick’ for a while before it changed to What They Say About Us!

- they’re fucking devoted to each other and are exclusively monogamous. Stan is especially protective of Kyle and Kyle is fiercely possessive of Stan.

- Kyle applied as a math major in his college applications, and will eventually get a PhD for logic and set theory. Stan’s a bio major and wants to go into physical therapy.

- Stan doesn’t smoke weed out of principle (because of his dad) so Kyle also doesn’t smoke in solidarity.

- Kyle is a type 2 diabetic, and doesn’t need to always take insulin. his weight gain began with the World of Warcraft episode and was maintained instead of lost like in the show. his weight is a cyclical feedback loop of: genetics (mom’s side of the family), too much insulin (when using insulin therapy), and diet. this led to him developing lordosis (excessive weight warps his spine) so he didn’t grow as tall as he would have, and makes his weight appear more exaggerated. short stature, weight, and body image issues led to quitting basketball which in turn contributes more to his weight. this impacts his self-worth which leads to stress eating. his biggest fear is that he’ll never stop gaining weight and will end up as big or bigger than Cartman.

- Stan has gained a few pounds since he started dating Kyle, while Kyle has lost a few.

Cutters/Bunnyman/Kenrietta:

- Kenny is straight, but has voluntarily sucked dick before. he and henrietta have hooked up a few times in the past after running into each other at poetry slam events which Kenny takes Karen to.

- Butters and Cartman are exclusively gay, and think girls are fucking gross. they’ve only every slept with each other.

- Kenny, Cartman, and Butters are all best friends and do pretty much everything together. even though Butters and Cartman are dating, Kenny never feels like a third wheel because they rarely act romantic in front of anyone (including him). however, when Style start dating and Cutters come out about their relationship, Kenny begins feeling like a fifth wheel.

- Butters lives almost entirely at Cartman’s house. His parents actually don’t mind because they enjoy not having him around. Liane is 100% the cool mom from mean girls who asks them if they want snacks or a condom. Sometimes all three of them crash at Kenny’s house for variety (or when he has to watch Karen because his mom is drinking/out of the house).

- Kenny wants to study psychology in college and become a family therapist or social worker. he’s taking a gap year to save money then going to community college. Cartman and Butters applied to the same schools and plan to stick together long-term.

- Butters and Cartman’s relationship started as experimenting with each other as their sexualities developed, and began after Cartman confided that he had sexual feelings for Kyle. Cartman and Butters have also developed genuine feelings for each other, and overtime their relationship transformed into what it is now. because of how their relationship started, they’re very open about any sexual feelings they have for other people and have a ‘hall pass’ for friends they’re allowed to fuck if given the chance, without it considered cheating.

- Butters is a huge gossip. he will promise to keep secrets and then immediately turn around and tell Cartman--which totally happened after Kyle said he thinks Stan has a crush on him in ETL chapter 2. Butters and Cartman keep nothing from each other, and the only secrets they won’t tell are the ones about each other.

- Kenny is the easiest of the larger friend group to confide in, and keeps every secret he’s given. he’s known Cartman and Butters have been together since the beginning, about Cartman’s crush on Kyle, and Kyle’s crush on Stan. People naturally come to him for advice and to vent. The least likely person to confide in him is Kyle, who’s more likely to curl in on himself instead of expressing his feelings.

-SO much shit about Cartman and Butters’ relationship I can’t say yet because it comes up in the fic 😩 please ask me about these two again later when i can say more!!!

Creek:

- Tweek is a dom top and Craig’s his catamite. they try to get away with sex anywhere they can and have gotten very stealthy because of it. Tweek also has one of the highest sex drives of their friend group, and Craig will let him do whatever he wants anywhere, anytime.

- Tweek is constantly high on stimulants (cocaine, meth, adderall, etc.) and Craig experiments with him in certain settings. this is what gives Tweek his boosted self-confidence and flippant attitude.

- Pete Thelman (hair flip goth) is their coke dealer. Tweek trades him his ADHD meds for it, which Pete resells to posers. If Tweek doesn’t have enough to cover the cost he and Craig make up the rest by giving Pete sexual favors. sometimes they have threesomes for fun too.

- Tweek and Craig both think Kyle is hot and would fuck him given the chance. being open about this with each other makes them feel closer and strengthens their relationship. they have roleplayed as Stan and Kyle in bed before while high out of their minds.

- they're deeply in love and would do anything for each other. Craig could get Tweek to stop taking drugs if he wanted to but right now they enjoy experimenting with them together. in the words of everyone who know them, ‘Tweek and Craig are perfectly fucked up for each other’.

Kyle’s family:

- Sheila’s biggest regret as a parent is letting Kyle get fat, because she was also overweight as a kid and dealt with the same issues he does now. It’s the same reason she feels obligated to help Kyle’s cousin overcome his weight dilemma (by trying to get him and Stan to hang out).

- Ike is an eboy who loves lil peep. He, Karen, Tricia, and Firkle all make tiktoks together and complain about their gay older brothers/friends.

- random fun fact: If Ike and Karen get married that would mean Kyle and Kenny are brothers-in-law, which would mean the main five all end up as extended family to one another.

Stan’s family:

- Sharon has plans to divorce Randy but is waiting until Stan leaves for college to not uproot him from school and his friends.

- Grandpa Marsh is still kickin’ in the old folks home and Shelly’s off in college.

- Randy’s a narcissist who lives vicariously through Stan’s accomplishments in sports. the easiest way to explain it is: Randy’s not as proud of Stan for being a successful athlete and attractive jock as he is proud of himself for producing one. Stan’s ability to get laid with (he presumes) hot girls makes Randy feel like he has game too. one of the reasons he’s disgusted by Stan’s relationship with Kyle is if Stan’s fucking some big fat guy it doesn’t align with his narrative.

this is just the stuff i could think of off the top of my head, i’ll probably come back and add more to this as i remember it. ask me again in a few chapters!!! i have so much i want to say about bunnyman, cutters, the future for style, and their families that i can’t say yet!

#ask #what they say about us #eat that lunch

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𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Sirius Black 𝙰𝙶𝙴: 21 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: Pureblood ( begrudgingly ) 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼: Samuel Larsen, Jordan Rodrigues, Sebastian de Souza 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷 & 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙴: Sirius Black in a position of authority, can you believe it? He certainly couldn’t, not when the Cannons first approached him about accepting a coaching position. Sure, he had a brief stint as a beater on Gryffindor’s team, but a poor practice attendance record and a penchant for less-than-textbook sportsmanship on the pitch ensured that he didn’t last a season beyond his fourth year. He was by no means an authority on technique or strategy when the job was handed to him, though judging by the Cannons’s previous season, no one on the team seemed to have a grasp on such matters. Vastly under-qualified, Sirius accepted the position as assistant coach and started the next week. After a single day on the pitch, he realized why they had come to him. They didn’t need another mastermind, they needed unity, and Sirius’s reputation for rallying the dead preceded him. If anyone could spark a flame from a dying ember, it’s Sirius Black. And if they need a morale booster to masquerade as a coach, he’s more than happy to wear orange. 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴: Chudley Cannons 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴: Order of the Phoenix 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙲: There are a thousand ways to sugar coat it, but quite frankly, life isn’t easy for Sirius at the moment. He’s always been cursed to be trapped between who he was and who he aspires to be, but since graduating from Hogwarts, each year has come with apathetic standardization of the world. Gone are the days where black was black and white was white. Now gray surrounds him, dogs his every step and haunts his dreams. See, when he was younger, his moral compass was perfectly aligned. No, he wasn’t a saint, but it was easy enough to look around and figure out what he should be doing, thinking, saying. Anything that angered his family and made his friends grin was bound to be a step in the right direction, another leap towards becoming the man he always felt he could be. Redundancy solidified certain behaviors, but after he stepped foot off the Hogwarts Express for the final time, he was forced to realize that a life can’t be dictated by the reactions of other people, try as he may. Graduation meant it was time to carve out a place for himself in the world -- this time without real-time feedback from professors, friends, enemies. Sirius had the rest of his life to establish, and the freedom of choice began to take its toll after a year or two of liberties. Never did Sirius expect freedom to be his downfall, but as drunken nights gave way to midday sunrises, he could feel himself sinking into the guilt of the stagnant. He’d spent the entirety of his teenage years in the pursuit of becoming a good man, and he spent the first few years of his adult life believing he had somehow achieved that goal. But the empty whiskey bottles and crumpled bed sheets read otherwise, and someone was wise enough to tell him that not everyone that happened to join the Order was inherently good. It jarred him, that conversation. War beckons good men to conduct bad deeds -- and at the end, when the victor has been declared, who is to say that the guilt of those deeds won’t outweigh their intent? Extrinsic guidance ripped away, Sirius was forced to begin the arduous process of making his own mistakes, learning the weight of regret, the sleeplessness of second thoughts. It motivated him initially, but a lack of experience brought about failure. He applied to be an Auror and was promptly rejected. He worked at the Leaky for a fortnight before throwing in the literal towel; the regulars came with more baggage than there was room. He even tried to work as an auto mechanic in Muggle London only to quit after being told on the daily to fabricate problems for income. The entire world was open to him, but he has yet to find a place within it. So when the Cannons offered him a coaching position, no matter how utterly absurd, Sirius accepted. He’d been recruited, told that there was a chance he could bring value to a team. He would never let it show, but he’s desperate to feel that sense of belonging he felt five years ago in the Common Room without a care in the world except for how to sneak in his next pack of smokes. After giving up his family and feeling friendships weaken amongst the war effort, he needs someplace -- someone -- to call home. And little does he know just how vulnerable that need makes him to the influence of the Insidio phenomenon. He’s staunchly against the mission of the Death Eaters, but he’s in search of open arms and with a high enough dose, he just may find them on the wrong side of the war.

𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆:

“'ELLO, HOWDY, HI - CAN I SPEAK TO YOU FOR A MOMENT? I JUST NEED A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME, HI, HELLO - HEY, I’M WITH THE QUIBBLER, YEAH! WOULD– GEEZ, WOULD YOU LIKE TO ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS! IT’S FOR THE SPORTS COLUMN, ON PAGE 17, YOU CAN’T MISS IT!”

Sirius laughed as the overeager reporter stumbled up to him, seemingly tripping over invisible shoelaces. “The Quibbler, yeah? You’ve got about as good a reputation as my team,” he said. There was no need to elaborate on which team. His jumper was that awful shade of Cannon Orange, a brand unto itself. “Happy to give you a bit of content, though I fully expect to be front and center on the cover.” A quick smile, effortless if a bit tired. The Cannons had been grappling for pitch space recently, and that meant everyone’s schedule had to be... flexible, to say the least. He’d seen more sunrises than sunsets this week.

The reported nodded and brushed off the lapels of his coat. For as much a mess as he appeared, Sirius should have expected the upcoming boom of another innocent-yet-abrasively-delivered question. Should have. Instead, his brows shot towards his hairline as a stranger shouted at him from point-black distance. “HOW COME YA ALWAYS HANGING AROUND HERE?! DO YA WORK HERE OR SOMETHIN’?”

“Something like that. The Cannons keep putting galleons in my vault at the very least,” he answered, consciously keeping his tone level. It’d always been easy for Sirius to become swept up in the tides of other people, especially those with louder personalities. If he weren’t careful (or exhausted), the interview would devolve from interrogation to screaming match. “Sirius Black, assistant coach of the Chudley Cannons. If you need a snazzy byline, feel free to call me Quidditch’s Savior.”

The reporter softened a bit and almost looked as if he were going to laugh. But then his quill touched parchment, his brow furrowed, and a second later another question errupted from his lips. “WHAT’S YOUR GOAL, THEN?! WHAT’RE YOU TRYIN’ TO DO? WHAT’S YOUR DYIN’ DREAM, PAL? WHAT’S THE POINT OF IT ALL?”

"Getting awfully philosophic for a sports column, aren’t we?” Again, Sirius’s voice was light, but something within him had seized upon hearing the question. What’s the point of it all? He’d asked himself that nearly every night for the past year, and he wasn’t any closer to finding an answer now than he was then.

Quidditch wasn’t that deep, no need to go scurrying about the shadows. He’d keep things light. It was his job, after all. “I’m rebuilding the best team Quidditch has ever seen. Everyone’s counted the Cannons out for the season, and it hasn’t even started yet. I can’t wait for the first game when you all see what I’ve been seeing out on the pitch during practice. This year’s team has spirit to match skill, and we’ll be taking the cup this season.” A quick flutter of something like hope erupted within him. It was a fool’s hope, he knew that, everyone knew that, but it felt good to drown doubt with conviction. “That’s a promise, by the way.”

Another flurry of the quill, another shifting of the reporter’s weight as if the world was forcing him off balance. Sirius slipped his fingers into his jeans and found himself rocking back onto his heels. He was about to walk away when the next question hit him like a bludger from a blindspot. “YA GOT ANYONE YOU’RE GOIN’ HOME TO? YOU HAPPY? YOU TAKEN? THEY FAMOUS? WHAT, A GUY CAN’T ASK A QUESTION?!”

Blind-sighted but laughing, Sirius clapped a hand against the reporter’s shoulder. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to start up a gossip column on the side or if you’re making an offer. Either way, color me flattered. But the answer depends on the night, and considering we’re on the record, I’d rather avoid giving you a straight answer.” He winked and let his hand fall back to his side.

Across the field, a separate voice thundered: “Coach Black! Practice started ten minutes ago!”

“That’s my cue,” Sirius said. “You know where to find me if you have any follow up questions, don’t be a stranger.” As Sirius walked away from the interview, the question unanswered nagged him: You happy? He swallowed it and stepped into the locker room. Maybe it was a good day to grab a broom and join his players on the pitch.

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂:

PLAYLIST

MOCK BLOG

AESTHETIC

BAD HABITS

GOOD HABITS

EXPRESSIONS OF LOVE

(LINKS TO COME AFTER ACCEPTANCES)

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rogueundescoreslayer · 4 years

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Nauthiz Hagalaz

AN: This is a set up chapter to throw us into the world I am trying to create. It will primarily, especially in the beginning will be Rey Pov, but might switch briefly in later chapters.

I want to create a universe where the Midsommar movie happened, but this is not the movie Midsommar retold with Star Wars characters.

Rey had always been the good daughter.

At least she liked to think so.

The oldest had expectations placed upon them that younger siblings didn’t.

So much was the divide between her and her sister Traci that most of the time she felt as if she had was an orphan.

It didn’t help that she was technically an orphan.

It wasn’t her parents’ fault that they had believed they couldn’t have children, and so had done what most people who wanted but was unable to have a family have done.

They adopted the sad, cold little girl in the corner of the Eater European orphanage.

Needless to say, it came as a shock a two years later that her mother showed early signs of being with child.

Rey had been so terrified at first.

She knew what happened to the children who were in houses with the biological children.

They were abandoned, abused, or ignored.

After she tried to run away her parents had sat her down and explained that they loved her no less just because they were expecting another child.

That she would be a sister.

And they still loved her as much as ever.

Her tiny heart had warmed at the assurance she saw radiating from their eyes.

But Rey kept a tiny shred hidden away, her doubts, firsthand knowledge, odds.

If Rey kept that part cold and expectant of the blow, then that was for her to know and to not burden her parents with that.

In the end they had tried.

She knew that.

Especially when they were children.

She knew the age difference wasn’t easy.

They had a six-year-old and an infant.

In the span of two years.

Rey had wanted her hair brushed by her mother?

Traci needed changed and fed.

Rey would come home with an A?

Traci had to go to the park with their mother and father, no Rey or she would scream.

Rey would do chores without being prompted?

Traci needed their mother for some boy problem, all night and most of the next day.

Because it was the end of the world, surely.

No matter how much their parents doted on the needy younger child, it was never enough.

They all had eventually settled into a routine of them all slowly rotating around the orbit of Traci.

Rey didn’t blame Traci.

No matter how horrible Traci felt about Rey, she couldn’t find it in her to feel bitterness in her heart for the younger girl.

Traci was her sister, and she would always see that sweet baby face staring up at her as she had held her the first time.

Big dark eyes lined with black lashes blinked lazily at her.

Soft rose petal mouth opened in a soft ‘O’ of wonder.

Rey had been smitten and determined to be the best big sister ever.

It had gone well for a few years.

Until it hadn’t.

The dark seeds of jealousy had manifested stealthily in the heart of Traci.

Rey couldn’t have pinpointed the exact date, or even the year, but one day Traci had just started to look at her differently.

Like Rey was her enemy, her rival.

It broke Rey’s heart.

But she refused to let it stop her from loving Traci.

Because all of the things Traci did clearly meant that she needed the love more than Rey did.

Right?

Nobody did the things or acted the way that Traci did unless they needed help.

And if Traci would whisper harshly to her about how she was adopted and unwanted then that wasn’t for her to run tattling to their parents.

Just a sigh and a tight smile was enough to make Traci have a breakdown at the lack of reaction.

One time that would always sit at the forefront of Rey’s mind would be the sweater incident.

She had been complimented on her favorite sweater that day, and by the guy she liked no less.

She had gushed about it to their mother for over an hour.

Only to find in ripped from the seams the next day in the dryer.

Excuses of ‘trying to help’ fell from smirking lips.

False apologies dripped from them like blood.

Those same lips that had smiled at her with so much innocence while they painted together.

None of them said what they knew.

That there was no way a dryer could have destroyed the sweater the way that Traci claimed it had.

And through it all Rey had maintained the role of ‘good’ daughter.

If only for her parents.

A dark part of her heart had wished her parents could see what she saw.

And that they would cast out the darker daughter in favor of Rey, even though she wasn’t of their blood.

And so she lived in the metaphorical shadows with a smile on her face slowly growing more and more brittle as the days passed.

Freedom came in the form of college.

She had hardly let herself believe it was a real option.

Just in case.

She had refused to feel more disappointment, and had learned the hard way to not hope for things.

Each word from the letter of acceptance an angel’s kiss upon her brow.

All her sacrifices had validation in the face of a happiness that Traci couldn’t steal.

No matter the tantrum, the screams, destruction wrought, it was a puff of smoke in the wake of Rey’s unwavering smile.

It was bittersweet the day she left home.

She loved her parents and she knew deep in her heart that they had tried their best with a tough situation.

If a corner of her mind held an opaque pulsing hate for them then that was her problem and she would work through it.

Rey knew better than to sully what would hopefully be the last time she would be seeing them for a while.

She would feel bad later, and that always sucked.

Better to take a deep breath and move forward for her parent’s sake.

Traci never showed up to say goodbye, claiming she wasn’t feeling well.

It was just as well.

And if she felt that so much lighter watching her parents and ‘home’ in the rearview mirror, well, that was her secret.

AN: Please Comment and Like if you enjoyed! I love feedback(constructive please lol). I will respond to each comment as soon as I can and before I post the next chapter.

Also, check out here, my Twitter(@Rogue_Slayer), or DeviantArt(Rogue-Slayer) to check out my art pieces! I draw a lot of fanart from My Hero Academia(Kacchako fan) and Steven Universe among others. I have started working on a few Reylo pieces too, and I do commissions! <3

#reylo #midsommar #fanfiction #ben x rey

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remuslupinfest · 5 years

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Underglass

Author: Anonymous

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Rating: M

Word Count: 9.2k

Summary: King of the low-down, lord of mud and everything beneath the surface—Remus Lupin is the king of sordid exchanges happening under the Death Eaters’ noses. Nobody has ever been able to make a feint at him and survive to tell the tale. But when an intruder drops in, unexpected and wholly disarming, everything tilts just so on its axis and might tumble the lot of it to ash.

Tagged: mention of Lily Evans - Freeform, Marlene McKinnon in passing, literally one sentence for Albus Dumbledore, a whiff of Greyback, Mad Eye Moody and Dorcas Meadowes mentioned in the same sneer, basically everyone is here but just not in-frame, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Illegal Activities, Resistance, Money, Cigars, so many goddamn cigars, Smoking, Interrogation, Roughnes, Dom/sub Undertones, or are they overtones, You Decide, Face Slapping, Hair-pulling, Banter, Daddy Kink, if you squint or are Sirius O. Black tied to a chair, Restraints, POV Remus Lupin, Top Remus Lupin, based on vibes alone, Non-Explicit, but boy howdy is that tension thicc

Author’ s Notes: A world of thanks to L and J for their feedback and support :>

I was absolutely awestruck by my prompt and am so glad to have this work to hopefully do it justice.

Read it on AO3: Underglass

#Remus Lupin #remus lupin fest 2019 #wolfstar #harry potter #harry potter fan fest

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musicalmukebox · 5 years

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (17)

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: ANGST, vices (alcohol and smoking), swearing, verbal fighting, mini but wild SMUT

A/N: In honor of Michael’s birthday week, I present you this. Thank you all for being patient, really. TBH, my birthday was a day after his so instead of receiving gifts, let me give you guys one. Enjoy!

Tag: @valentine-in-my-quinjet

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

Masterlist!! → other parts are there!!

Main Series Playlist

Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

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2023, Los Angeles

Another day filming stunts is another day to crash in fatigue. Luckily, you trainers were a lot easier on you today. It’s only been 4 months after giving birth, and regaining your old physique is tougher than ever. This upcoming film you’re working on happens to be a spy movie where you play one of the main leads, meaning a lot of jumps and upper body strength to lift yourself up. You’ve gained a few bruises, but it was a part of the job so it’s not too surprising.

Driving home was too physically demanding, so taking a Lyft felt more suitable. Besides, you can fetch your car tomorrow morning when you come back. All you want in the world right now is to spend time with your family within the early hours of the night.

“I’m home!” You gently turned the knob rightwards to open it, revealing a bright lit room and hearing noises on the side.

“Oh no, Peppa is gonna attack!” A male voice squirmed, followed by a chorus of loud giggling. Your heart soared at the moment already without having to see it yet. As soon as you dropped your duffle bag and changed your Nikes to house slippers, you rushed to join them. The sight you were given has to be one of the cutest views ever.

Based on her small bracelet with a letter “R” charm, Rebecca was being tickled by her father on the white carpet while the older twin with her beanie with a printed letter “S” was clutched on Luke’s bicep. The infants giggled, making you adore them more. It lessened the fatigue massively.

“Oh, mommy is here, loves!” The exuberant father exclaims. This was your cue to approach and greet them, give them some kisses too. Kneeling down your daughters’ level, you lifted Stella up first.

“Hello there, Stella!” She squealed excitedly, drooling from the side. Thankfully, none landed on your face before you put her back down and nuzzled her neck with kisses against her onesie.

“Too fucking cute.” Luke cooed at the sight too loudly, and by instinct, you hissed and slapped his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” He winced. One good thing he got out of that was Rebecca, jumping on his lap with her chubby legs, began giggling again. You gave him dagger eyes while Stella rested between your legs, covering her small ears with your hands. “We don’t curse around the twins, love!” You explained, giving him a disappointed pout.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love. Still trying to get used to the whole parenthood thing.” He apologized, crinkling his eyes and giving a careless grin. He isn’t wrong though, even you still are in disbelief that you’re a mom. Like you have mini-versions of you that will soon be running around this halls and driving you mad. But with your husband by your side, nothing is impossible to conquer right?

“Have you eaten?” You inquired after switching babies for you to greet and Luke to play for a bit. Rebecca is a jolly one, her hands moving everywhere but her jumping on your lap is too strongly against your aching thighs.

“Not yet, we wanted to eat with you. Right, Stella?” He replied, his hands cloaking around Stella’s tiny fists. Her tiny, innocent eyes just stared up at her father’s, who was looking at her lovingly.

“Don’t tell me you’re expecting her to talk already. She’s not even a year old!” Your sarcasm piped in, your face snugged Rebecca’s neck from behind. She finally calmed down, thank God.

“She’s a Hemmings, love. Anything is possible!”

“O-kay, then.” You didn’t want to top that, so you just nodded continuously and let him have that. Standing up and carrying Rebecca to the dining room, there was already food served by the help, the butler Mark and the nanny Felicia. You’ve recently hired them from a famous help institute Bryana recommended, and they’ve not disappointed. Never late and they performed well. But when they are at fault, they fully admit it then come back with a better output.

“Good evening, Miss (Y/N). “ They both expressed at the same time. As much as you respect their formality that they were educated to show, there is no need for any hierarchy because they’re like a part of the family too. Almost all the time, you talk to them informally and tell them stories. Slowly, they feel more comfortable and free in the house as they do their job.

“Hello, Felicia and Mark.” You’ve firstly craned down Rebecca on her high chair beside your chair before sitting down. You were deadly starving, but your little one will always be an important priority as her mashed peas meal has been prepared alongside your clean meal of baked chicken and steamed vegetables by Mark. Felicia was concerned since you’ve working hard this whole day, so she discreetly intervened.

“Miss (Y/N), would you like me to take care of Rebecca while you eat? You have had a long day after all.”

Her care is exquisite, it is her job after all. But considering that you have lost time at home, you wanted to spend some mother-bonding time with Rebecca. Besides, Felicia was tedious today and she deserves a breather.

“I’ll be fine, Felicia. Besides, you and Mark deserve the night off! Luke and I can handle things for tonight again.”

Hearing that from you wasn’t uncommon because Mark and Felicia are human just like you and deserve fun in their lives. They aren’t slaves to you unlike other celebrities, and life is too short to waste. Though them hearing that always gets them excited.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/N). Please be careful though with the dishwasher or we don’t want deja-vu to revisit us.” Mark bantered with slight warning, giving you a glass of water. He’s always joking on you, almost like an older brother. Technically, it’s applicable since he’s merely a few years your junior.

“We shall not speak of that ever again. Now, off you go and enjoy yourselves!” With glad smiles, they were off to God knows where from the dining room. Rebecca grew fussy from the conversation she had no idea was about, loudly whining in hunger in her chair. Swiftly, your hands took the tiny bowl of mashed peas from the table, mixing it a bit.

“Oooh, I’m sorry, Becks love. Mommy just wanted your nanny Felicia and butler Mark to have fun for the night. Here you go.” You mimicked the movements of an airplane with your arm, your fingers gripping the spoon. Rebecca calmed down and followed the movements, opening her tiny mouth when you inserted the small spoon inside. With one slurp, she swallowed the meal while you cleaned her up with the excess the side of her lips. She wasn’t a clean eater like her sister, but she has all her life to make it up. This intimate moment was then joined by refreshed-from-the-shower Luke, carrying Stella who also looked fresher than earlier. As he placed her down her high chair only across your seat, he wiped his forehead. What has he done?

“So our little Stella over here decided to pee her diaper right after you left to go here.”

You were chuckling crazily. Luke didn’t enjoy changing diapers even though it is unavoidable because majority of the time, the twins would unexpectedly urinate on his face without warning! As old as the joke between you two is getting, it always gets you in a chuckling fit.

“I see you’ve showered already.”

“It’s been a long day, angel.” He explains then mixes the other bowl of food for Stella, whom he fed it contents peacefully. Her bright blue eyes gleams even more when she eats, just like her father. A food loving duo.

But you were pretty unsatisfied that he did.

“I see, but I wished you waited. For me. – It has been a long day as you said, baby.” Your foot kicks his under the table, giving him a small frown. As mature as you have to be as parents, you are lovers too and it is often irresistible to not have some sexual tension every now and then. Luke got the message, biting his cheek as he watches you put one hand on your cheek and tilting it.

“I can always go for a round two.” He brings his body forward against the table, trying to get as close to you when he can. That was until vocal giggling from Rebecca on your side interrupted the mood, which is inappropriate in many levels. Wanting to know the cause, you tried to look at Rebecca’s perspective by angling to her exact bodily position. She was merely watching Stella from the other side, who was making drool bubbles from her mouth that kept popping over and over again. Thus, the giggling was non-stop.

You thought their presence was cute, but their actions made you them much more adorable.

“Little Stella over here like making bubbles, then Becks by you loves the popping sound.” Luke detected while he wiped the dripping drool on Stella on her chin and feeds her more.

“I agree with you, and that’s something pretty memorable, huh?”

Luke nodded, putting his thinking cap because it is a special moment. Simple as is, he wanted to commemorate it someway for the years to come. “Let’s give them nicknames for them. – Sure, Becks is one, but we should give Stella one for short then another for Becks that would link her to Stella.”

There is no favoritism at all for Becks, but Rebecca may be a mouthful at times so Becks was made. But there is no limits to nicknames, right?

“What do you have in mind, baby?” You questioned, finally diving in your meal because Rebecca was a hungry baby who eats fast.

“Hmmm,” Luke began to feed himself while Stella sucks on her water bottle. “I’m thinking poppet for Becks, because it sounds like pop it aka. pop bubbles and she looks like a doll too. Like look at her!”

You actually did, and ugh, she was so precious. “Smart one, babe! – So speaking of bubbles, Stella made a lot. I think bub for short is perfect.”

“Agreed, angel. And so it’s settled.” He faces his older daughter, whose cheeks were puffy from drinking water. Looking at her with much admiration, he says “Hey Stella. We saw how you were making bubbles awhile ago, so your mum and I want to call you bub as a nickname. Blink if you agree.”

Obviously, she would because blinking is in our nature. After him, it was your turn to talk with the younger, whose tiny eyes were closing down. Based on the clock, it was 9 pm and it’s usually their bedtime.

“Hey Rebecca. I know how sleepy you are, but your dad and I figured that aside from Becks as a nickname, we’ll also call you poppet. Why? You were giggling so much when Stella made those drool bubbles that kept popping. I hope you won’t hate us when you get older.”

“Hey! She won’t!” Luke intervened from the other side. He was already stood up with Stella bub, snoozing on his shoulder. “Bub over here is knocked out.”

Rebecca lost her focus and already slept, signaling you to bring her to her crib. Doing so, you cradled her in your arms as compared to Luke and went to their shared bedroom in the second floor. Laying them down together, the both of you watched them briefly. Everything was too precious to touch. Seeing them in peace was everything.

Luke had his arm around your waist while your head rested on his shoulder as you admired them.

“Sorry, Luke but I think I’m going to pass on that shower.”

2034, Sydney

So last time, you crashed on your bedroom in aggravation because of something Luke must’ve said. But how did that happen?

Let’s take it back after you and Luke bid your twins good night.

At the same time their daughters were voicing out in their deep heart to heart session upstairs, the both of you the rest of the night to catch up on personal endeavors since there has barely any time where it was just the both of you. Not just that, there was also another guest invited to this conversation.

“Wine?”

“Sure.”

You watched Luke brought out a bottle of wine from his wine stash near the refrigerator. It had a padlock, and only he knew the combination. He made his way back to you with two wine glasses dangling on his fingers. Placing them on the countertop, he motioned his hands rightward to pop the cork out the alcohol, which was successful in one try. He begins to pour the red liquid delicately on your glasses, and as he finished, he rose his glass up which led to you to obey his movement.

“Cheers.” Both the ends of your glasses clinked against each other, sipping afterwards the bittersweet taste of the liquor.

“So aside from music, what else have you been up to?” You instigated, forwardly leaning against the counter.

“Well, I’m a man of limited interests, you would know. - But because of Andy, I became interested and taking videos. Mostly on my daily life or anything interesting and funny, pretty much vlogging. - Come.” He directed you to the stairs, bringing along the wine bottle as he was leading the way downstairs where only one door was presented. It was similar to the beach house, except there aren’t any pranks involved. From his back pocket, he got out a key. “Only I have access here.”

Skeptical, you arched a brow. “Are you sure you’re not luring me in some BDSM type of room like 50 shades? I mean, you could get kinky.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing at your comment. How he missed this type of banter. “I’m not that crazy, you know? - You of all people would know. But anyways, just check it out.” Unlocking the door, he switched on the lights to unveil the spacious interior. It was a total man cave. A couch and a widescreen television was placed beside a billiards table. Not only that, there was mini-recording station with different equipment on the side connected to a recording booth with various guitars inside.

“This space is very well designed.”

“Thank you, but give all the credit Eleanor though. Alongside that expertise in photography, she’s great with interior design.” He lets his humility intervene. Touring you around, “Since here’s a mini fridge of other drinks somewhere near the billiards table, and there are sliding doors right on the side if you wanna swim. And speaking of billiards,”

He playfully yanks out for you a billiards stick with a cheeky grin. “Play for old times sake?”

Here he brings up a competition with you, and he smugly knows how competitive you can get. Besides, he’s just maximizing the remaining time he has left with you alone since majority of the time, your twins are within your vicinity. Nothing bad, though alone time brings you two closer again. Less to his awareness, you were actually doing the same, appreciating his banter and moments like this. Just maybe some broken things can be mended again. Accepting the wooden stick and putting down your glass on the side of the table, “You’re on.”

Timely, many cue balls were out, many rounds around the table in order to get those perfect angles and also numerous intake of the wine from the both of you, you swore you almost slipped, but thankfully you gripped on that table tightly.

“Oh shit, you good, (Y/N)?” Luke laughed from the opposite side, his hands placed on the tip of the stick, tilting his head rightwards. He had red cheeks like yours, and his mop of curls were a lot less refined than a while ago.

“Peachy, Luke. I’m going to win this game, and you know it.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, love.” He tested the waters, sticking his tongue as he was determined for victory. You expressed a pout on your wet lips, but did it stop you? Heck no!

And oh you succeeded, focusing on your angles as you had one cue ball left before victory. Yet it was tricky too since you were tied, as either of you had a single ball left. It was neck-to-neck, driving your competitiveness mad.

“Bring it home, (Y/N).” You whispered to yourself as you closed one eye and making sure your proportions were right. Taking the stick by the side backwards, you stroked hard, watching the mini red ball slowly rolling and nearing one of the holes. “C’mon, c’mon.”

The anticipation was a killer, and Luke was also on the edge of his heels. His thoughts pleaded that this ball doesn’t go in because he was so close to victory, and he has been unlucky these past days. But nonetheless, it was just a game after all. One slow roll remained for the red ball and it shot inside the hole, making you cheer on the top of your lungs.

“Oh fuck yeah! I finally beat a billiards game against you!” You were pumping your fist in the air, and circling the table in celebration. Then, you made a stop at Luke, who just watched you being happy.

“Told you I’d beat you.” You bragged, taking your wine glass and sipping on it, only for Luke to take it away from you momentarily.

“Haven’t you had too much, (Y/N)?”

“I believe not, and trust me, you’re getting just as intoxicated as me.” Well, you weren’t wrong. Luke was getting more giggly than usual, and he was randomly saying things too. You could’ve sworn that he pinched your cheeks after you answered your question, though you didn’t care too much really. What really mattered to you was your win.

As you regained your wine glass from his sweaty palms, you pranced your way to his couch, where a wide-screen television laid not so far away when you recalled a previous topic.

“So, Mr. Hemmings. You told me that you filmed videos these past years, so how about you show me some of them?” You asked curiously, patting a free spot on the couch for him to accept so he would showcase his non-musical works. Actually, you caught on his interest in filming, though it was only limited to his phone camera back then. But after seeing his different cameras on display, you’re bound to uncover something relatively new about him. When he took the spot you offered him, fidgeting as he adjusts, the remote control that rested on the coffee table was upon his grasp. Activating the television, he scrolled up and down through different folders that contained numerous video clips, and as much as he would love to show all thousands of them, he’d prefer to present you the compiled ones of his and Becks’ life these past years.

“I remember how gutted you were that you’ve missed out on many milestones, so here are different mini films I’ve created recently. Well, with the help of Andy in the earlier ones.”

They were labeled simply, like “Rebecca’s First Football Game”, “Rebecca’s First Day at Primary School”, “Becks’ First Time on Tour”, and “Halloween 2030”.

You clicked on the latter, and the first second was Luke putting on a black mask on his face, and judging on the overall black outfit with a golden belt on his waist, it was obvious he was Batman. You knew how extra he could be on Halloween. Heck, you used to match with him every year before! You already were secretly gawking at his figure, though when the next frame was presented, it was a younger girl, who was easily identified to be one of the infamous villains of the hero. With pale powder blended on her face with red lipstick smudged beyond the ends of her lips, she expressed an “evil frown”. But she only ended up looking more adorable, and who else could it be?

“Poppet!” A familiar voice from the background shouting, but because it was quite loud, it could only be from the cameraman, and that would be Luke. “Say a famous tagline.”

Her blue eyes deadly narrowed at the lens, looking like she was directly eyeing the camera. “Why so serious?” Ironically, her pouty voice made it seem less serious than she wanted, leaving Luke in a fit of chuckles for his little girl.

The next few scenes were them trick or treating along their neighborhood, capturing every reaction of their neighbors when Rebecca would say “Why so serious?”. Some pretended to be scared, while others giggled at who well she played her character.

“Get her into acting, she’ll be amazing at it.” An elderly woman advised, handing candy to the little girl who beamed with joy.

“I kept that mind actually.” Luke comments whilst watching before he turned his face to you. “One skill of yours must be enhanced, so I brought her to an after-school acting program not so far from here.”

With flattery comes with pride. Despite not being there physically, a portion of your influence already flowed her veins without any idea of who you were then. “Did she enjoy it?”

“Enjoy? Hell, she loved everything about it, aside from music. - She had a play recently, let me find it first.” He regained the remote control from his side, pressing on the arrow down button, his eyes focused deeply on the screen and nose crinkling attentively. But his drive was disrupted by his phone ringing on the table, and a single glance of the caller id concluded his initial search.

“Important caller?” You asked politely as he picks it up. He grimaced in approval.

“It’s Ash. I’m betting it has to do with the upcoming album.” He stressed, not liking how this man intruded a very important session.

“Take the call then. I’ll look for the video myself.” You reassured, understanding how busy he could be.

“Are you sure? I mean just let me at least find the video for you.” He tried to compromise, except now you snatched the remote control so he can prioritize Ashton’s emergency needs.

“I’ll be fine, Luke. Now don’t leave Ash hanging!” You reminded him again. All you wanted was to wind down and savor moments you can receive tonight. Besides, you knew how his advanced television worked anyways.

He knew you were right, and because he didn’t want to start an argument, he accepted the call and excused himself from your presence before he stepped outside to the pool area to get better reception. “Hey Ash.”

“Hey, Luke. May I ask what you’re up to today?”

“Chilling with the family and all. Why?” He grew suspicious because of all the times he could’ve contacted, it was right now.

“Hmm, the twins are with you, huh? Funny, because Scarlett is on video call with your twins right one, wherein I’m implying that you’re with a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) as if everything’s okay.”

Caught red-handed. “Ash-”

“Luke, you need to tell her, or someone else will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

By the urgency of his voice negotiating with Ashton as you heard it from the minimal gap of the glass doors, it had to be very important and wishing too that it wasn’t serious. Stress on Luke was a terrible combination, and hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the mood. But regardless, you didn’t want to snitch on his private conversation, leaving you in control of the television, excited to see that play of Becks. Though that was your main focus, scrolling the numerous mini films of Luke showing Becks’ milestones made you want to watch every single one of them. You cared less if you’d stay all night. This was the closest you could be to being there for Becks in the missing years.

Down and down you searched for that specific mini film, wherein you were assuming its name was “Becks’ first play” because most of the videos had that word and you didn’t get to ask Luke beforehand, one mini film stood out from the bunch due to its title and thumbnail.

Title: europe and her.

There was uncertainty whether you were meant to see it, but it’s too late to undo that thumbnail image because it differed from the rest. It was the backside of a woman looking across the river at the ledge of a bridge, her hair flowing freely on her shoulders with a beret. The backside of woman looked familiar, in which it took less than a minute to process that it happened to be yours. With that said, you needed to press play, and when you did, all nostalgia came hitting you hard like a boxer hitting your face

“Love, look back!” A husky voice in the background called your attention there, making your body pivot around to the source.

“Crap, I wasn’t ready, Luke!” You from the video squealed at the sight of the lens zooming on your face, covering it with your hands as protection.

Based on the setting and format of that clip, the camera used surely belonged to Andy and it was during one of the tours of the band. You were fresh out of university, officially joining the class of the funemployed people! Sarcastically speaking, job searching in the film business that time hasn’t been the best. So to relieve you, Luke brought you along on another tour. Though this time, it was not just the North American leg, but the European, Asian and Australian legs too. That same clip was from Paris, the first European city you’ve stepped foot on and you were smitten.

It transitioned to another clip, which now differed in location and focal point. It was your hand from behind holding his whilst you were strolling around the gardens of Versailles. Now, he was the one filming. It was a great day, you recalled. Being able to immerse yourself easily in conversations with the locals, then translating for Luke.

The other clips were a mix of Andy and Luke’s, seeing a variety of filters and doing funny and mellow things in different countries, yet keeping the main theme consistent. And what was it?

Love.

The next clip that was projected was at an arcade in Spain since the words and instructions inside were in Spanish. The colorful lights were quite turbulent, and messy, playful sounds in the background that had the volume on high. It was you watching Luke in the frame playing an old-style version of Pacman, meaning Andy had to be the one capturing. Calum and Ashton made a short cameo, explaining the gist behind your frame.

“So those loser lovebirds over there made a bet.” Ashton began, placing his elbow above Calum’s leather covered shoulder.

Calum picked up from where Ashton ended. “They’re currently playing best out of 3, and both won one round. So whoever loses, the winner posts an embarrassing meme-worthy selfie of the loser on the loser’s twitter. – Shift back to the lovebirds!”

He made a “swoosh” sound, his finger pointing upwards as a transition, which worked because the focus returned to the both of you around the game machine. Luke just explained his overall score, boasting that he was currently in the lead, but you still had a chance to change the game. Gripping on the controller and tapping on the buttons to avoid getting caught by the evil ghosts, your forehead was sweating and nothing could distract you. Luke tried to by tickling your sides, but you always ended up kicking his shin numerously with your vans-covered foot because he was trying to cheat.

“Knock it off, Luke!” The competitiveness in your now-low pitched voice erupted, not moving your eyes even by an itch to keep a close eye on Pacman on the screen. 10 minutes in, and you were a hundred points before breaking Luke’s score and he was petrified on how well you were doing. You had some tricks up your sleeve that you’ve never told him about since this game was a childhood pastime of yours.

“Shit, no!!” He screamed when your current score beat his overall, getting him to jump all over the place and run away from the sight of the camera. Ashton and Calum were praising your victory, high-fiving after you finished and laughing because they knew how petty you could get, so posting this meme-worthy photo is their entertainment of the night.

“Luke, get your ass back here!” You shouted, biting your tongue on the side. Michael, who was initially cozying up to Crystal in a zombie-killing game with their toy guns, found the younger male hiding behind their game machine, so he was kind enough to drag his ass back by the shirt to you.

“Good luck, mate.” He wished, laughing at his loss before getting back to Crystal as he dropped off your then loser boyfriend. Smirking at him, you put your palm up.

“Your phone please, babe.”

Luke always liked a compromise before giving in. So once he puts out his phone from his front pocket up, teasingly claws it down to your palm, he lifted it back up. Annoyed, you jumped up and down to catch it, but he kept raising it higher.

“No fair!” You complained, ceasing your actions and crossed your arms. It sucked to know that he hates losing, but you were both alike in that aspect. With this, it’s as if he wants something before he caved in, so you asked, “What do you want, love?”

Leaning down his head to yours, his lips were already ghosting over yours. With his warm breath fanning, “Kiss me first.”

Fucking tease, that’s what he is.

“Don’t twist the forfeit, babe. You just hate admitting your defeat.” He mimicked your smirk, licking his upper lip to get you even more worked up.

“Oh come on, it won’t hurt to give one. Besides, you’ll be ruining my dignity in a few minutes, so a kiss would really strengthen me when fans roast me.” His sweaty palm snaked through the curves of your butt, giving it a squeeze that isn’t shown. Instead, the reaction to it was through the widening of your eyes in the frame. If you retaliate through your words, he will find a way to top it off. Thus, you had to change your methods if you wanted to get his phone, and boy, changing the plan was faster than you expected. Not letting down your smirk, you agreed to his terms.

“Okay then, Luke.” Without warning, you powerfully took over by crashing your lips instantly on his, entangling your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. Luke was taken by surprise, not used to you giving in so easily based on how stubborn you are. Nonetheless, he enjoyed it and was easily consumed by your dominance, wrapping one arm around your waist and lowered your body a bit like in the movies. Because you were both being filmed, the restriction of using tongue was there, solely your lips were moving. Luke was softly engrossed, only having you on his mind, which was where you wanted him.

Since he still had his free hand with his phone put on this side, you sensually slid one hand down through his body so he wouldn’t get suspicious and only get him more worked up. Win-win really. Feeling the tip of the gadget, you tightly yanked it out of his hand and made a run for it.

“Run, (Y/N)! Run!” Ashton cheered you on as you tried to find an empty spot to expose the poor boy, holding back Luke from chasing after you with Calum. Luke was still in shock, surprisingly impressed with your cunning ways.

“Hope you love getting roasted again, mate!” Calum joked.

After that line, the scene was changed. It was no longer a crazy lit place, but instead it was a warm, sunlight one where it was Luke’s back on focus. He was still peacefully sleeping while you straddled his back. From here, it was actually you filming, and you grinned at the memory.

That was set in Berlin, after a concert and got hammered at one of the pubs the boys and you went to wind down. It was also post-drunk sex, one of the roughest nights in your relationship. Mindlessly trailing your neck and collarbones, you looked back on wobbly your steps were when you explored the city that morning and how dark those hickies he left that was a huge struggle to cover up with concealer and color correctors, which resulted in wearing a turtleneck for the next few days. Out of nowhere, there was an unconscious desire you’ve developed that craved Luke’s lips to mark you down that way again. Let him reclaim what’s his.

This was probably from the alcohol that’s messing with your mind. But then again, doesn’t intoxication confront your sober thoughts?

“Not again, (Y/N). Stop.” You mildly slapped your face and returned your regard to the screen, where now, Luke has woken up. His bed hair flew all over his face, and fuck, his pecks and collarbones were just as bad as yours.

“Holy shit.” You gasped loudly whilst shakily holding the camera. Not only were you in awe at his physique, but feared at how much trouble he’ll face, alongside the other boys’ teasing.

“How bad is it?” He asked innocently and groggily, brushing his locks. With the sunlight, it emphasized one side of his face and its beauty.

“Damn.” Your current self was amazed, biting your lower lip. Comparing to then and now, Luke has aged well. Sure, some wrinkles and a bit of white hair are there but he still looked so ethereal.

The scene right now is a shirtless Luke looking at himself in the mirror, groaning at the severity of the hickies from last night. Expecting a mad remark, he continued on and instead, tackling your body again where he was hovering over you. Still holding the camera up his face,

“Aren’t you so needy?” He rasped before lowering down, then hearing his lips smacking against the bottom of your ear. Also known as your weakest spot.

“Luke, shit.” You moaned softly. Then Luke lifted himself back up, grabbing the camera from you and making you the new focus. You were only in a bralette and your sleeping shorts, where the marks were as prominent and scattered as you remembered. Somehow, you’ve missed that kind of action. Timmy couldn’t match up.

“Look at you, such a mess for me.” His fingers ran down until above the part where you then needed him most. “But a mess that I love so much.”

“Luke, do something.” You watched yourself squirm right before that same free hand tightened on your hip.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. – I always do.” He purred. The camera’s view lowered and only seeing white, which is from the bed sheets.

More lips smacking echoed and quick rustling from the sheets, you were getting so turned on by the past. Was there a doubt there? None. Your panties were dampening by the sound of his raspy moans, remembering how you willing allowed him to conquer the free spots of you in every possible.

“Damn, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“God, I love you so much too, Luke.”

The temptation of touching yourself repeatedly haunted you, like a mini devil was urging you to just let your fingers swipe just a little bit. If he can’t satisfy you anymore, why can’t you? But wait, have you grown willing again to him? Like are you actually considering Timothee’s advice and reevaluate yourself after turning it down bluntly? Look at you, crazily pondering on the only man you’ve ever loved and the things he did to please you, getting you to open up to the opportunity on a second chance.

Just when you were on the starting point of re-evaluaton, that short, ungodly clip was gladly changed to an innocent one.

Gladly, really (Y/N)?

This time, it was Andy filming again. Based on the dialogue in the background and wide mouth of the area, the location is now in Verona, Italy. Fans chanting for the band in Italian are clearly heard from the outside, but the main audio was then exchanged to Luke playing on the guitar, building up to the main verse.

“… Darling, all of my wrongs, they lead me right to me wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die…”

The fans grew hype, screaming in excitement as their favorite lead man was warming up for tonight’s show and even singing along to him. Yet what they didn’t know was that from the inside, this lead man was also serenading to you, stood happily in the empty mosh pit near the barricades. Hiding your blushing cheeks wasn’t too easy, especially with Andy zooming in and out your face with his camera.

“Andy!” You covered your face as the filmmaker chuckled, switching his focus to the lead man who was on his knees right near your face. Passionately brushing his instrument to get the best sounds, he sang and nearing your face while at it. Once the last chords were performed, he dipped down to leave a kiss while you were ready to receive it, clutching on the metal barricades.

To your dismay, it was rudely ruined when a gush of water spilled down on the tops of your heads.

“God damn!” You repelled away, jumping from the barricades and shaking your entire body as a drying mechanism.

“Calum Hood!” Luke called out the Kiwi, who was responsible for the intimate intrusion. The latter ran to one of the wings, yet he showed himself without fright when he was summoned.

“What, mate? Your PDA has too much for today. – Erase that, the entire European leg alone!”

The mini film is 7 minutes long, and you aren’t even halfway done. But crap, it’s gotten difficult to stop viewing it because the essence of reminiscing the simpler days with him sparked your curious mind, uncovering these mostly unseen footage just as you’ve found yourself in a more complicated situation with your feelings. Not just that, you’ve actually enjoyed watching it.

In fact, it made you miss him more. Okay, knock it off, intoxication.

However still, was it intended for you to find or was it a coincidence?

“Oh, fuck.” The film showing was paused snappishly when Luke arrived back to the man cave, in disbelief and stressed that this hidden gem unveiled. Already Ashton was biting from behind, and now out of all the films and other unedited videos that you could’ve played, that specific one just popped out of nowhere. How far have you scrolled down? It was an old project he created out of reminiscence during the early years of post-divorce. It served as a coping mechanism at first so he could get over you. But mid-project, he quit because it made him sadder to recall numerously in different clips that he had lost you.

Your back was still turned against him, deep breathing from agitation. There was no way you can cover this up. But eventually, you’ve come to your senses.

You needed to face this head on because you’ve had already enough of hiding.

“Why Sierra, Luke? – Tell me!” Your frustration took over, alongside heartbreak.

He stiffened, dreading that topic after Ashton. He wants to cover everything up, but that would reverting back to secrecy and lack of trust. So he mustered himself up, braving himself of his next words and making sure not to mess up. “Well, she got me back on my feet after the divorce, and helped in every songwriting process for inspiration. She gave me happiness in and out of work and also someone I could trust, or so I thought.”

The idea of Sierra giving Luke so-called happiness is sickening, but you continued on listening. This is applicable to Luke, his stomach felt troubled as he spoke of the horrid woman that ruined his life.

But wait, the last sentence got your attention.

“Or so you thought? What do you mean?” It was all too like Timmy from the café, where he expressed his uncertainty. And now Luke had that too.

Here goes nothing, Luke.

“Because ... Because she was liable of making up the rumors from the different gossip magazines and blogs.”

An answer you never expected. Your body felt paralyzed, your lungs being pushed down hard so you couldn’t breathe.

“W-What?” Almost like you were drowning in water, an ocean of raging emotions that wanted to lash out. Luke saw it through your fiery eyes.

“That bitch! I’m gonna kill her!” You belted, all the effects of your continuous wine drinking kicking in. You wanted to pounce out the room through the wide doors and find the woman, except Luke blocked you with his figure. Restraining on to your wrists, you shook them frantically so he would let them go. But he didn’t.

“Luke, let me go! Please!” You begged painfully and repetitively, hoping for some kind of mercy and allowance. He still wasn’t complying, aware that your vengeance wouldn’t result well and make things work. Put into perspective, he was just as pained as you were when he maintained a straight face. Similar to a soldier. Revenge in any way is a satisfying idea, but you both aren’t low as her. Instead of violent means, he tugged you in for a hug.

With pain, sadness lies in the backseat. Now, it takes the lead where its extra friend named devastation is sharing its position. Luke drops his grip and wraps his arms on your sides, remaining silent. Rather than whining for mercy, you uncontrollably let out loud whimpers and crying relentlessly. Watery tears followed, and no longer was it a surprise. It has almost become a habit after all the news dropping, and it frightened you that this may not be the last. “She took away Rebecca from me and ruined my sanity. But most of all-”

“(Y/N), please stop.” He ordered, being reminded of that has left him scarred.

“She made me lose you.” This was your chance to admit everything, ridding the burden. “All because-”

Suddenly, Luke pushed you off his arms harshly, still keeping his stiffness.

“What the fuck, Luke?”

He was getting encapsulated into his feelings, almost getting a shed of tears. But frankly, he felt angrier than sadder. Not just at Sierra, but at you. Imagine the biggest information of your life has been hidden behind your back. Well, there was Sierra who spat it at him, which was as worse as her sneaky slander. The opportunity from the beach house was there, so she took advantage of it, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know about the feud you both had.”

Just when you thought you could beat him to telling that, you were wrong. Speechless, that’s what you were.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it, huh? You never warned me how bad she was behind my back!” He blamed, sounding as intoxicated as you with his slurs.

“Because she was a close friend, a great artist too! I couldn’t allow myself to be a friend-wrecker, and if I said anything, she could’ve ruined your career! – I’d rather let her beat me than have you hurt!”

“(Y/N), having you hurt fucking hurts me too! You thought for me in advance, which led to leaving secrets because you never gave me a chance to leave an opinion!” He combusted like wildfire. “Shit, we would’ve never divorced if you told me!”

“But here we are, already divorced and fighting like a decade ago.”

He scoffed at your snarky remark. “Fuck (Y/N), if you really loved and trusted me then, Sierra and her evil acts were already out of the photo. But no, you chose secrecy and that is just too selfish of you!”

He was actually right. You had a choice that night you met Sierra, yet you chickened out and took the fall. But either way, you were going to lose Luke. Having nothing else to say, the room grew too stuffy and less oxygen was entering your body.

“I was just trying to p-protect you.” You stuttered while your anxiety was taking over, making you need to leave the negativity.

“(Y/N), wait!” Luke chases after you after you ran away in shock. You were in disbelief, lacking oxygen in your lungs at the bomb Luke has just dropped. Nothing could stop your pace as you dangerously leaped the slippery steps.

Blasting open the door of the guest room, you loudly locked it shut before jumping on the bed with your raging emotions. Screaming against your pillow, a waterfall of tears were released. Only this time, it was the peak of your pain. You hiccupped more than usual and screamed until your throat became dry. Not so long later, soft knocks crept in when you removed the pillow on top of your head.

“(Y/N), please let’s talk.”

“Leave me alone.” You shouted back, too hurt to face him and full of anger in your heart.

“Please open the door. I’m begging you.” Luke kneeled against the door, pleading to explain.

“Just go away, Luke.”

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Space.

Luke did as he was told, especially since he put another round of stress on your shoulders once more, like it would never end.

He also felt too compressed from all that negativity and hated bringing his anger on you, so he stood up to the pool area for fresh air. He dipped his toes at the edge of the pool, and having his e-cigarette on his pocket, he brought it out and huffed to receive the aromatic smoke. He opened up a Corona to keep up with his intoxication, just wanting to numb everything out. Though he kept his eyes on the sky, appreciating how the stars still shined so brightly despite all that darkness. Coincidentally, he could relate that to his life, only now nothing is shining. Your mending relationship with him could be deteriorating again, but it would be much worse.

Sulking on the bed, you despised life even more. Letting go of Timmy took a hard toll, then discovering Sierra’s psychotic acts? More anger was just begging to be released, but that was too selfish of you. You always thought of others, and it should remain that way. Also, it’s toxic if you don’t take care of yourself too. But Luke was right in terms of keeping your feud a secret, and you were still beating yourself up for it. Great thing you had snuck in a tiny bottle of vodka from Timothee’s hotel room so you could get even more drunk, just like Luke. Then again, if neither of you spoke tonight after such dropping of bad news, you’ve risked everything you and he developed these past weeks and not only would you let each other down, but your daughters would be affected much more. Thus like with Timothee, diplomacy is key.

Getting up on your feet and wrapping yourself back in your cardigan, you quietly joined Luke on his smoking session in the pool. Sitting down in utter silence was intense, not really knowing what to say yet after spitting all those insults. It’s as if anything you say or do is a risk you’re not willing to take. From his peripheral vision, Luke would’ve never expected you to join him especially since the news held up lifelong trauma. He is reunited with the dullness of your eyes, no longer as excited when you were watching those mini films and touring his man cave. The last time he encountered them was finalizing that divorce, and though telling you about Sierra the right thing, the consequences that went along weren’t things he wanted to witness. Fuck, thinking this way is worth a smoke, or two.

“Mind if I take a whiff?” You pitched in, mindlessly enjoying the strawberry aroma that went along. If it helped, it took one percent off your agony. Luke didn’t hesitate, handing it to you as he continued admiring the sky. All the endless amount of stars, but it was unlike his mind that only had limited questions for you. He was interrogated by you out of the blue, now why shouldn’t he receive closure too despite the risk of another argument? Might as well get these questions out before it’s too late, right?

Oh, it could go numerous ways.

As you puffed out smoke from your lungs, feeling its temporary and unhealthy relief, alarm shocks your ears by the words that left Luke’s mouth. “Why Timothee?”

Karma was a recurring guest in this pretend drama series that happens to be your lives, and having no response would be unfair on his part. But just as things were patching up, now another nuisance will knock it back down? Regardless, honesty remains to be the best policy.

“He was one of the first people I contacted after the divorce, and he’s been my rock ever since. Then these romantic feelings crept in this year, and we figured that we should cave in to it because it would be a waste if we didn’t. I can never deny that he made me happy. – Except,”

Now that was a preposition Luke didn’t expect for you to say. It automatically negates your statement, which made him somehow more interested of what you’re going to say next. “Except what?”

“Except that he cheated because he’s still in love with his ex, Maika.” Blunt yet heart-wrenching, you exhaled the sweet smoke from your chapped lips. All that red wine craved for control, getting access to your deepest thoughts that are only secrets within yourself. It eventually took over your broken state, and it managed to make you release another detail.

“We broke up, Luke.”

With that and also mentioning cheating, he sensed his nerves fuming with anger and tightening his fists that have balled up. He was already so glad at the chance of love and happiness you’ve received even if it wasn’t him anymore. Or was he? Nevertheless, cheating was beyond wrong and worse than Timmy confronting her true emotions. The saddest part was that either way, you were going to hurt even you tried to numb it out with his e-cig. He wouldn’t be too oblivious to observe that you kept inhaling and releasing smoke consistently because normally from the past decade, you would take breaks in between since the liquid inside would be too sweet and sensitive to your throat.

“Fucking shit!” He growled, almost splashing water when he pushed away from the pool.

“Luke, please. Not ag-”

“He cheated nonetheless, (Y/N). You don’t deserve that!” He sobbed, quickly crying after because he hated that you were in emotionally suffering, and that you shielded it from him. “How can you even tolerate it? All I wanted for you is to happiness, even if-”

“Even if what, Luke?” You attempted to comfort him, rubbing his back and massaging his bare thigh with your delicate hand. The latter served as an old habit of comfort when he went through hard times. You barely saw him cry, thus this made everything feel more raw and downcast. In fact, there was only one time you vividly remembered where he shamelessly did cry in front of you.

You leaving your old shared house in LA after signing those divorce papers.

Luke, as a whole, despised feeling weak and vulnerable, especially if it’s just you. You needed someone who was strong to handle hatred and prejudice, and he couldn’t fulfill that. Why do you think he let you go?

“Even if it wasn’t me who could give it to you.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Giving him a light spank, you couldn’t believe this nonsense. How dare he said that about himself? “These past weeks, I got to witness a decade worth of fatherhood from you. I saw how you boosted Stella’s self-esteem before the premiere, and joke around with Becks back when we strolled around town. - Seeing them happy makes me happy.”

Tonight’s moonlight glowed over your visage, almost like a spotlight. Undoubtedly, Luke couldn’t restrict from looking away with this close up view of you. Your orbs were gleaming, losing its emotional redness whilst your face grew less puffy, as well as the tears from earlier have fully dried off. Your lips curved into a half grin rightwards, which was a feature of yours he remembered that meant that you were hopeful, content even. On your part, you were contented because his fatherly actions and mannerisms are manifested through Rebecca, who’s been a great daughter despite your absence. Since you’ve shared that, it was a paving way to the journey to the diminishing secrecy between you both.

Continuing on with spreading positivity, your hand moved to his face wherein now, it was you that would wipe his tears. Because you felt a lot stronger, you must pass it on. “Luke, you have matured so much compared to a decade ago. Younger us were a total mess. - Yes, you have your mistakes, but we are human after all. I do hope you credit yourself for all the joy you’ve given our girls, friends. Me included too.”

There was a sense of security that resparked something in Luke, especially when he fixated his eyes on yours. Fuck, you were so beautiful when you spoke and gave him a caring look. He knew he was still intoxicated alcohol-wise, but also towards you. He wants to hold back again, but his mouth said otherwise.

His numb heart was finally taking over after the terror reign of his reluctant mind.

“That is happiness, yes. - But not the one I’m referring to.”

((mood music))

He boldly bolted forward, topping your hand with his. Your foreheads were centimeters from touching, and your breath hitched. You were already too sober to know that this was actually happening, which it makes it scarier. As he left you hanging on his open sentence, you still had the nerve to ask,

“Then what kind of happiness is it?” You surprised yourself more by scooching closer to his side due to your intense interest, having your foreheads clash together accidentally. Or was it? The long glare he expressed with this blue eyes weakened you, feeling the familiar tension from nights before, only stronger now that both of your lips were merely touching.

“You h-haven’t answered me, Luke.”

You were driving him crazy, and those last words you said while having the desire in your eyes to kill the tension broke his sanity.

He needed you.

“Fuck it.” He cups your face and brings you in closer to shut you up, clashing in for a heated kiss. It alarmed you in an instant, not expecting such a response. Once Luke came to his senses on what he was stupidly [m6] doing rather than enjoy it selfishly, he pulled back in disbelief. You remained wide-eyed and frozen.

“Holy shit, (Y/N)! I’m so sorry, I-I shouldn’t have-”

But Luke, what was there to be sorry for? That moment was nothing but spectacular, and you were over being in denial.

You simply cut him off in a matter of seconds and pressed your lips back on his. Its familiarity softened you as it made you feel more comfortable. From his thighs, your hands landed on his broad shoulders so you get to tilt your head in a different angle, relishing every bit of this intimacy.

He took you by the waist, placing you on his lap. You wasted no time to straddle his waist as your legs were entangled, not planning to pull away anytime. His hands roamed everywhere from your waist to your jaw, growling in appreciation in every passionate kiss. Your mouth allowed his tongue access and also felt his teeth bite your lower lip, just like how you always wanted.

It was like you were in your twenties again.

All this deprivation bottled up has been unleashed, and the desire has increased to it maximum. Because not all of it can be satisfied in the poolside.

You grew handsy, greedily going under his shirt to feel him. His structure was still so fit as you trailed your finger up his abdomen and chest. While his lips moved to work on your neck, suckling the life out of your flesh which will leave dark marks tomorrow, you were still whining for more when you grinded against him. Especially his crotch.

Luke got the message, craving just as much as you. “Bedroom?”

“Yes.” You said breathlessly, your eyes still closed due to the pleasure. But only did they open when he removed your from his lap and placed you on the pavement beside him. He already stood up, reaching for your hand. As you accepted it, he threaded his fingers around yours and made a run for it back to the house. The race filled with drunk adrenaline and enthusiasm made you rekindle all those romantic years, giggling with your giddy bones eager for what happens next. As you reached to the end of the hallway, where Luke’s room was located, he slightly unlocked his door. Creaking open, he surprisingly lifted you by the thighs. You gasped, still amazed at how a familiar action still felt like the first time. It wasn’t long that your lips were parted when a pair of alcohol dripping ones returned against yours, cutting you off completely. Your hands cupped his jaw while he kicked the door wide open then closed it with your body loudly.

He always loved taking you against the door, loving the compression of your body against his.

“Fuck,” You cussed with mixed emotions; pleasure and nervousness. “You’ll wake the girls.”

Still kissing in between, he chuckled, hiking you up higher against the wooden door. “Every room in this house is soundproof. Be as loud as you want, love.”

His raspy voice when he’s drunk was no exception into the prevention of the dampening of your panties. It just made it worse, especially when he called you that old pet name. But in a different sense this time. He changed this focal point, his lips brushing against your neck this time and suckling its tight flesh. You threw your head against the door, tightly gripping on his top and groaning. His hands weren’t stay put any longer. One of them hiked up under your cotton shirt, and upon feeling the clasps of your strapless brassiere, he unhooked it in one try. The material dropped the floor, and that same hand still under moved to your front torso. He squeezed your right breast, toying with your nipple to get you more riled up.

“God, just skip the foreplay, Luke.” You ordered, in need. It didn’t take 5 seconds for Luke to obey, carrying your body and laying it down gently like an angel.

Because fuck, you are one. Having you underneath him, writhing for his touch, he has longed for this for too long. He would have never known he’d get the chance again, but with your consent, it’s coming through. Yet at the same time, he wanted it to be worthwhile. Lord knows when this can happen again, or if it is ever happening again. Intoxication makes you do daring things, but this has to be the ultimate one.

He removed his shirt and kicked his slippers off, throwing it wherever on the floor. The recent pictures online of his figure weren’t lying, still being fit as ever. Your jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. From the bed, you tried to unzip the tight denim shorts, squirming underneath. But Luke beat you to it, where his large hands on its denim edges and leaving your hips to lift up so he could pull them down. Your panties went along with it. Unhesitatingly, he swiped his index finger up and down on the outer flesh of your clit, smirking. “You are drenched, angel.”

“L-Luke,” You grew needy for more, your breaths shortening at every motion. But he stopped, annoying you even more. He took a whiff of your fluids, humming in arousal before licking it off.

“Are you sure you handle me, angel?” His voice deepened, meeting your eye with lust-driven hunger.

“Y-Yes, baby.” You exhaled, watching him unbutton those chino pants of his. His cock sprinted right out, hard and veiny. The tip was reddened, and crap you lost it. You shivered at the sight, wanting to get a taste. But before even making a move, Luke spread your bare legs wide open and already positioned himself in between. Although, he noticed your desire and completely hovered over you. His smirk never left, one hand opening a bedside drawer for a condom. He was struggling, and you giggled to catch him off guard.

“I’m on the pill, baby.” Cutting him off with a feisty kiss, pumping his cock steadily. He was feeling good, and he could’ve already come that way. But he gripped your hand off, placing them on his shoulder.

“Skip the foreplay, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you fired back. “What are you waiting for then? Another decade?”

Impatience you have, might as well shut you up. Swiftly, his cock pounded deep inside your soaking clit, starting off slow and finding that one weak spot. Your moans were stifled, but not out of pain. It was so your walls can readjust yourself at his size. The pleasure showered when you corrected your body angle, and only after did Luke go harder.

“Feeling good, baby?” The sheets slowly were going undone, pulling out as Luke continued his thrusts. Your back arched against the bed, your fingernails scratching his bare back when he devoured your neck with his lips once more.

“S-Shit yes, Luke!” You stammered, not holding back your verbal moans. You’ve craved this for too long to keep it down.

“I bet Timothée can’t fuck you the same way I can, right angel?” He gripped on your hips to steady your grinding.

“Fuck, fuck!” You were too dazed to answer, enjoying the friction while you held intently on the duvet. Only were you snapped out from it when there was a firm hold on your throat, catching you off guard.

“You haven’t answered my question, angel. Don’t make me ask again.” He orders with dominance, biting his lower lip.

“No, b-baby. He can’t fuck me the way you do.” You cried out breathlessly, the stimulation making you see the twinkling of stars. Luke linked his hands on yours on the bed, growling against your ear and biting your shoulder as the sexual bliss intensifies. He’s making his mark on you, which arouses you even more. Slamming intensely and faster, he has the heavy pedal on this moment. His rhythm never remained monotonous, and feeling his hot breath whimpering against the crook of your neck is exciting. You were panting heavily, and it didn’t take too long until the twinkling of stars were uncovered for your vision. Warm tears were also going down, but finally out of goodness.

“I’m so f-fucking close.” Luke groaned against your ear, the vibrations sending you shivers and more friction. His movements were turning sloppy, his orgasm nearing and going undone.

“Let go, baby. I’m so close too.” You cried out, trembling from your upcoming orgasm. After a few seconds, the warmth of Luke’s load has landed and you weren’t too far away to join him. His stamina was lost at the moment, resulting into crashing down beside you whilst you were both breathless from your highs. You were slowly getting knocked out and along with your thoughts.

But one thing was for sure.

Drunk sex is powerful.

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badwolf-in-the-impala · 6 years

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~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 1~

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Image credit: Myself

Pairings: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford X OFC

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

A/N: Sooooo, Son’s of Anarchy is my latest obsession ((just started Season 3)) and of course, who doesn’t love them self some Scotsman?! Chibs is one of my favorite characters, and there’s so little fanfic of him I felt the need to contribute...I mean come on, that accent? **Swoon** Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think, and if you would like to be added to the TAGLIST for future chapters and updates, let me know!

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Her old Harley Softtail rumbled to stop just short of the town line into Charming. That welcome sign taunting her as she stared for quite sometime, one foot planted firmly on the pavement as her bike idled deeply beneath her. Six years, it had been since she last saw her home, her friends, her family...god how she’d missed them. Though deep down, she worried that her Homecoming wouldn’t be as well received as she hoped it would be.

“It’s now or never...” She muttered under her breath before speeding off into town. Many heads turned as she rode through the streets of Charming, ignoring the looks and whispers she got as people started to recognize the raven haired woman that speed past them on her way to her final destination.

She was never supposed to come back here; not after what happened all those years ago. But it was her last hope, a safe zone, one that she hoped would still house her in her time of need. Knowing without the family to back her, that she was a good as dead.

Pulling into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair she cut the engine of her bike, but made no attempt at climbing off just yet as she watched the garage carefully for the man she was looking for, and hoping to avoid, all at the same time. Her Brother...

Finally deciding she couldn’t avoid the task at hand any longer, she sighed, climbing off her Harley she hung her helmet off the handlebar as she started walking across the parking lot. Several people paused in what they were doing to stare as she approached, but what she didn’t expect was the voice that hollered at from outside the open office door.

“Teagan Trager! What in God’s name are you doing back in Charming; and why the hell didn’t you call me?!” She turned, giving the older woman a warm smile as she approached to embrace her warmly.

“Hey Gemm.” She greeted softly, hugging the woman back tightly, though it was cut short as the commotion caught the attention of several others that were nearby.

“Holy shit, Raven!” She was suddenly picked up and crushed into hug, wincing slightly as the action caused her side to ache something fierce, but she did her best to hide her discomfort as she was set back down.

“Hi-ya, Blondie.” She greeted Jax before turning to face her next attacker, who despite his size, was surprisingly gentle as he leaned down to embrace her.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were comin’?” Opie asked as he released her, exchanging a concerned glance with Gemma and Jax. Teagan shrugged, digging around in the pocket of her leather jacket for her lighter. Sparking it to light the cigarette that hung from her lips before snapping it shut.

“Figured it was best not to tell anyone...” Exhaling she looked down at the ground, kicking at a rock with the toe of her boot as she avoided the concerned gazes she was now receiving.

“Tig doesn’t know?” Gemma questioned, watching as the younger woman shook her head. Running a stressed hand through her dark mess of hair as she took another drag off her smoke.

“Shit...”

“Is uh, is he here?” Teagan asked curiously.

“No...he’s on his way back from a Repo job outside of town.” Gemma replied. “Won’t be back for a few more hours.”

“Good.” She dropped her cigarette butt on the ground, snubbing it out with the toe of her boot as she looked up, lifting her glasses to reveal the black eye and scrape they had been concealing. Gemma gasped and reached forward, grasping her chin gently as she inspected the injury, brown eyes suddenly fraught with worry.

“’Cause I need to speak with Clay.”

“Christ, I need a fuckin’ beer.” Tig gave a frustrated sigh as he slammed the door to the tow truck closed behind him, rubbing at his newly bruised cheek. The repo job had not gone as planned, the woman they encountered not overly enthusiastic that her brand new Camaro was being repossessed and she wound up taking her frustrations out on him; while Chibs sat back and enjoyed the show.

“I’d say.” The Scotsman snorted as he patted the dark haired man on the back, trying to contain his laughter. “Never in ma’h life ‘ave I seen such’a large woman run tha’ fast!”

“That bitch could’a been a linebacker.” Tig snapped as they approached the club house, shoving Chibs slightly. “She nearly broke my fuckin’ jaw!”

“Aye,” Chibs chuckled. “But it was fuckin’ hilarious’ta watch!”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” Tig rolled his eyes as swung the door open, quickly making for the bar; ignoring the conversation they’d stepped in on. Chibs leaning up beside him, grabbing the beer Tig offered as he eyed the dark haired woman that was chatting up Gemma and some of the guys across the room.

“Mmm.” Chibs lifted his sunglasses as he took a swig of his beer, dark eyes scanning over the woman carefully. “If tha’s’no a fine piece’a crow eater arse, I don’ know wha’ is.”

Tig turned his gaze briefly, nodding in approval at the woman Chibs was ogling before returning to the cold bottle he’d been pressing against his cheek. Eyes suddenly widening as her laugh carried from across the room.

“Teagan?!” His voice was an octave too high, and touch more than panicked than it should have been as he turned sharply to look across the room at the Raven haired woman that was now staring back at him. Her vibrant green eyes boring into him as her smile faltered, quickly turning into a frown as she watched him approach.

“Tha’ his ex ole’lady?” Chibs questioned curiously as Opie joined him at the bar.

“Worse...” Opie chuckled as he readied himself for the show that was about to go down, Chibs giving him a confused look in return. “That’s his sister.”

“The hell are you doing here?!” Tig demanded as he approached his sister, instantly regretting it as her left fist slammed into his nose, dropping him the floor as he clutched his face. “Alright...ok.” He held up a hand defensively.

“I deserved that...”

“You’re damn straight.” She replied, grabbing a fist full of his Kutte and hauled him to his feet. “Now stop your fuckin’ whining and give me a goddamn hug, Tiggy.” Tig stood and embraced his sister briefly, pulling her out to arms length after a minute and frowning when he saw her face.

“Jesus Christ, Teag. What the hell happened?”

“He’s out...and they dropped the restraining order.” She replied quietly, touching her hand to the scrap on her cheek gently with a frown. “I had to come back...I had no choice.” She added shaking her head, Tig holding up a hand to silence her.

“Clay know your here?” He questioned.

“I’ve already spoken with him.” Gemma spoke up, crossing her arms as she watched the two siblings, the tension in the air between so thick you could’ve cut it with a butter knife.

“And?” Tig asked.

“Well, he’s not exactly thrilled.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “But, he’s not gonna turn her away. Not now at least.” Tig nodded, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Guess that means your back then?” Tig sighed, running a frustrated hand through his already messy hair.

“Yeah...that means I’m back. I’ll not to be such an inconvenience.” Teagan snapped as she stepped forward again, her jaw set in a hard line as she clenched her fists.

“Enough, children!” Gemma stepped between them, pushing Teagan back with a warning glare. “Save your pissing match for after the party, alright?” The siblings nodded and muttered an agreed, ‘Yes ma’am.’

“Good, now go find Tara and tell her to fix your face.” She gestured to Tig before turning back to Teagan. “You have things that need to be brought over?”

“No...” Teagan replied, gazing at the floor. “My bikes the only thing I brought with me.

“Well, guess you and me are gonna have to fix that.” Gemma stated firmly as she looked over at the younger woman beside her. “But first and for most, we got a party to throw.”

Chibs shook his head with a small chuckled as he watched Tig’s sister go shot for shot on tequila with Bobby at the end of the bar, seemingly unaffected by the dangerous liquid that had already claimed one victim; Juice, who was face down on the bar. There was absolutely no denying this woman was a Trager through and through...it was like watching Tig, only she was better to look at.

Not that he should be thinking such things about his friends little sister, but it was hard not to. Her beauty was unmatched against any of the crow eaters that hung around the club house, not that he’d ever had much interest pursuing any of them. Most were nothing but trouble, simply looking to get into bed with biker just to be able to say that they had, and while Chibs didn’t deny their offers for sex; it wasn’t really his thing. Sex was sex, but he also enjoyed being able to have an intellectual conversation with a woman once in a blue moon.

But this Teagan lassie, was not only beautiful, she was also smart. Sharp minded and even sharper tongued, able to keep up with whatever perverted comments the guys could throw at her. Usually rounding back on them with something twice as vulgar, leaving several of the lads that didn’t know her stunned.

But even more stunning, was her voice.

“C’mon Rave, you gotta sing it for us...for old times sake!” Jax pleaded, swaying slightly as he slung his other arm around her shoulders; Tara tucked under the other, holding him up as he swayed drunkenly.

“Yeah Raven, we ain’t heard a good song sung in here in ages.” Opie added as he pulled up a bar stool beside Chibs.

“I take offence to that.” Bobby slurred drunkenly, throwing back another shot of tequila, frowning when Teagan refilled his shot glass again with a devilish grin.

“Not a chance in hell.” She chuckled lightly before knocking back her own shot. “Besides, I don’t even have my guitar anymore.”

“You mean that guitar?” Gemma questioned with a smile from Clay’s lap, pointing to the wall above them behind the couch. Teagan’s cheeks flamed red, hiding her face in her hands as the guys began to chant “Do it” over and over, beating their fists against the bar as they egged her on.

“Alright, alight!” She threw her hands up in defeat finally. Snatching the old black Ibanz acoustic from the Prospect -- Half-Sack -- as he held it out to her, taking a moment to tune it before climbing onto the bar; cheeks still burning hot as Clay ordered the room to shut up.

“The usual?” She asked expectantly, receiving a collective nod from those who had heard her before and curious glances and whispers from those who hadn’t. Chibs watching intently as she began to pick the strings with ease, the tune to ‘House of the Rising Sun’ filling the club house softly.

“Nah bad.” He mused quietly as he sipped at the glass of Scotch in his hand, shooting Opie a glance as he chuckled deeply.

“Wait for it...”

Chibs gave him a questioning look, but as if on cue, her voice filled the room. The melody that left her lips was as smooth as velvet as it drifted through the clubhouse sending a chill straight through him as he leaned closer against the bar; awestruck.

“Jesus...” He breathed quietly, pulled in by the sultry voice that captivated the entire room. Hanging off the lyrics that flowed softly from her lips. He was hardly able to wipe the dumbfounded grin off his face when it was finally over, standing with the rest of the room as they applauded and whistled loudly.

“Still brings a tear to my eye!” Bobby slurred sarcastically as he wiped sarcastically at his face, Teagan rolled her eyes as she climbed off the bar.

“Oh come on, I’m not that good.” She laughed before downing another shot to settle her nerves, followed closely by another...and another.

“You’ve the voice of a bloody fuckin’ angel!”

Teagan nearly choked on a mouth full of Tequila as Chibs spoke up, mentally slapping himself for saying it at all as the room turned and eyed him curiously. “Well- I mean- er...it’s a, it’s a nice change, yeh know?” He gestured to Bobby who narrowed his drunken gaze, pointing an accusing finger at the Scotsman.

“You gotta problem with my singin?” He slurred.

“Yer fat Elvis fer Christs sake!” He joked. “Listenin’ tah tha’ is damn near a bloody Godsend in comparison to yer fat arse!” The room erupted into a fit of laughter. Bobby hurling the now empty tequila bottle at Chibs’ head, falling short as it clocked the bartender in the head.

“Aye, calm yer’self.” Chibs laughed, raising his hand defensively. “It’s jus’ a joke!”

“It’s ok Bobby, I think you sing beautifully.” Teagan chuckled as she patted him on the shoulder, trying to contain her drunken giggle fit the best she could.

“Kiss ass...” Bobby mumbled in reply.

The night wore on afterwards with many rounds of Jukebox Karaoke, courtesy of Teagan, Bobby, and the three bottles of Jose Cuervo they had demolished. Belting out everything from Queen and Def Leppard to Bon Jovi. Their shenanigans finally coming to an end when Teagan tackled the Prospect, half naked, off of the bar.

“Al’righ there lassy, time fer bed.” Chibs chuckled as he wrapped her in a blanket before scooping her bridal style up. As the only halfway sober soul still left in the room, he felt obligated to make sure she made it to bed safely. Knowing that Tig would likely have his ass if anything happened to his sister; not that he was sober enough to notice.

“I don’t w-wanna.” She hiccuped drunkenly, hardly able to lift her head up as he carried her down the hall. “M’fine, r-really.”

“Darlin’ yer far from fine.” He replied, tightening his grip as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Yer brother would kick mah arse if I left ye ou’ there with those animals.”

“My brother can suck a dick...” She mumbled, eyes closed as she started to give into the booze induced daze that was slowly dragging her under.

“Aye...” Chibs agreed, stopping short as he glanced around the hall. “Shite.” He sighed, realizing she didn’t have a room yet, and not wanting to subject her to any unwanted visitors he decided to give her his room for the night. Balancing her carefully in his arms as he turned the handle, edging it open with the toe of his boot before stepping inside.

“Easy does it lovey.” He assured quietly as he sat her on the edge of the bed, settling her back on the pillows before removing her boots and tossing them aside. Pulling the blankets up to cover her before turning to leave, pausing when he felt her fingers close around his wrist, causing a sort of tingling sensation to travel up his arm as he stared down at it.

“Thaanks.” She slurred softly as he looked down at her with a soft grin, her hand going slack as it fell away from his as she allowed the alcohol to finally pull her under into unconsciousness.

“Aye...” He replied softly as he opened the door and shut off the lights. “Sleep well lass.”

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House of the Rising Sun by Sandi Thom <------- This is the version I envisioned her singing in case anyone wants to have a listen.

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thesevenseraphs · 6 years

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Bungie Weekly Update - 7/5/18

This week at Bungie, Future War Cult took the crown.

It has been a long time coming. Future War Cult has always been celebrated among Guardians. I mean, who wouldn’t rally behind the faction who foretold of the Red War. Event after event, there were those who dismissed the cult, believing they’d never taste victory.

Zero Future no more. It was a wild race, from start to finish. Behind the scenes, we have the ability to spotcheck the pulse of each faction, and this event in particular was close. Each day, Dead Orbit was within reach, but ultimately lacking the proper dedication for another win.

Cheers to all who pledged their loyalty to Lakshmi-2. In just a few weeks, we’ll be watching the third and final Faction Rallies event of Season 3 unfold. New Monarchy, it’s your time to shine. That... or be left in the dust.

Guardians, Assemble!

Next weekend, after the smoke from tons and tons of fireworks has been carried away on the wind, we’ll be in Florida for the real celebration of rockets’ red glare. My fellow Community Manager has the details.

Cozmo: We’re heading down to Tampa for GuardianCon 2018. You've probably heard that Gambit will be playable at the show. It’s our pleasure to introduce the away team that will be inviting people to experience this brand new activity for Destiny.

GuardianCon Away Team

The Brass

Brittany Lichty, Captain

Matt Bianchi, Lieutenant

The Techs

Scott Kankelborg, TwitchMaster

Jason Pate, Master of Ceremonies

Nathan Henderson, Data Whisperer

The Gambit Experts

Robbie Stevens, Senior Designer

Peter Sarrett, Senior Technical Designer

Jared Berbach, Producer

The Community Team

Dylan Gafner, Skinny Jean Expert

Chris Shannon, Yours Truly

Griffin Bennett, Combat Correspondent

The Bungie Store

Katie Lennox, Proprietor

Chris Hausermann, Stock Boy

We’ll be in our booth, throwing all challengers into the arena we’ve created for the event. To close out Day One with a bang, we’re looking forward to hosting a Gambit Exhibition Tournament on the main stage. Don’t feel left out if you can’t attend the con—you’ll be able to watch the sparks fly on their live stream.

Gambit Exhibition Tournament

July 13, 6 p.m. EDT

GuardianCon Main Stage

Four teams featuring Bungie developers and some of your favorite content creators will compete across three matches. Alpha team will face off against Bravo team. Charlie team will face off against Delta team. The winners of each match will battle to the last in a final winner-take-all showdown. Color commentary will be provided by DrLupo and MTashed. These teams won’t be duking it out for a big payout. This is all in the spirit of charity and goodwill. All your donations during the stream will go to support St Jude’s. Bragging rights are on the line, though! The teams and enemies will be revealed as we take the stage. Line up or tune in to the GuardianCon stream to see which team has the most cunning risks for tactical gain.

This Whole World Is a Story

If you’re looking to learn more about

Destiny 2: Forsaken, Game Informer has you covered. Recently, a team of Guardians hungry for action descended upon our studio, leaving no stone in the Tangled Shore unturned. All month long, you’ll be invited to inspect their findings—everything from story to endgame, with a variety of topics in between.

Would you like to know more? Keep your eyes set on GameInformer’s Destiny 2: Forsaken Coverage Hub. You can feast your eyes on a rapid fire Q&A with Project Lead Scott Taylor and Game Director Steve Cotton, live now!

Schedule Alterations

Last week, Senior Designer Joe Blackburn took some time to set expectations on the upcoming Prestige raid lairs. Since then, we’ve been fielding many questions about the World’s First race—will we have one? Can the release of each raid lair be staggered to offer multiple races? Luckily, Joe’s still here to answer these burning questions.

Joe: Hey everybody, I just wanted to swing back around and give a quick update on some changes to the Prestige lair launch plan. Based on player feedback—and to ensure each World’s First race has a clean start—we’re changing the release times of each activity. Eater of Worlds will receive a one-hour delay to ensure players have ample time to download and install Destiny 2 Update 1.2.3 once it becomes available. Spire of Stars has been delayed 24 hours to offset the activity releases. The following times are when each activity will become available:

Eater of Worlds Prestige, 11 a.m. PDT on July 17

Spire of Stars Prestige, 10 a.m. PDT on July 18

I want to quickly reinforce that the Prestige raid lairs are much more about week-to-week variety and less about a singular pinnacle challenge, but we are still excited to have the chance to watch the best of the best in the community sprint to the finish on both of these activities.

Dmg04 really wanted me to spill the beans on the Week One weapon loadout and modifier combination. I’m not that nice, but I’ll give you a couple clues. The first week’s modifier is brand new. It’s called Arsenal. It’s weird, and that’s all I’ll say about it. As far as the curated loadout goes, I can only give you a little advice about one slot:

I’ve been looking out from my Time-Worn Spire and I feel an Autumn Wind blowing.

Pyrotechnics

Before we move along, we have some news hot off the press from the Crucible team. Senior Crucible Designer Kevin Yanes has been working behind the scenes to bring the following event to your PvP experience:

Kevin: Hey everyone, While some of us at Bungie are off on holiday to celebrate our country's independence, we wanted to make sure all Guardians in Destiny 2 had something to celebrate. Starting this Friday (7/6) at 10 a.m. PDT and lasting through the weekly reset, players may earn 3x Valor Rank gains in all Valor-supported playlists! If you want to nab that Exotic Ghost or are looking to finish your Crucible ornaments, this weekend is the time to throw down in the Crucible. We hope you have fun this weekend and maybe take a dip in the Mayhem playlist, where you can celebrate with your own brand of fireworks.

Trial by Fire

Whether you be a grizzled ancient from the early days of Destiny or a new Guardian fresh out of the EDZ, Destiny Player Support has your back. They’re at the ready to help troubleshoot issues you encounter on your journey forward.

This is their report.

Free Trial Campaign Access

Last week, Destiny Player Support became aware of an issue where some players attempting to participate in the Destiny 2 Free Trial weekend were unable to progress their characters beyond level 8. Additionally, affected players were unable to progress the Red War campaign beyond the missions available on Titan. After investigating reports of this issue, we deployed a server-side fix which corrected this issue for all Free Trial players. All players participating in Destiny 2 Free Trial weekends moving forward should have complete access to Destiny 2 base game content for the duration of the promotional period. For more information on the Free Trial, players should visit our Destiny 2 Trial help article.

Destiny 2 Known Issues

The Destiny Player Support team is always on the lookout for the latest issues impacting players in Destiny 2. Players who encounter issues should take the following steps to determine whether or not their issue is known and tracked by the Destiny Player Support team:

Search help.Bungie.net for localized help articles on issues archived since the launch of Destiny 2.

Visit the Warmind Known Issues and PC Known Issues pinned threads for information on recently confirmed issues tracked by the DPS team.

Players who are unable to find information regarding the issue which they are encountering should then post a report to the #Help forum.

As always, including footage or imagery of reported issues encountered in game is the best way to make sure your issue is able to be promptly investigated for future updates.

Bungie.net Account Creation and Companion Features

For players who have yet to join us on bungie.net, we highly encourage you to join. A bungie.net profile is required to post on the #Help forums, and creating a bungie.net account grants access to Companion features such as item management, Clans rewards, and more. Players who encounter issues creating an account, or are attempting to recover a recently lost account, should visit our Bungie.net Profile help article.

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RWBY Animators Spotlight #1: Joel Mann & Harley Dwortz

*Last Updated May 6th, 2019

This is a personal small project I’ve considered doing, inspired by The Canipa Effect’s Animator/Studio Spotlight videos & AnimeAjay’s Dragon Ball Super Animation Supervisors mini-series. I’ve spent a few months researching animators that have worked on the 3-D anime-inspired webseries, RWBY for a while out of desire to acknowledge and better appreciate what they’ve worked on. And as of this post, I decided to take the plunge and make a blog post using info from a combination of tweets from animators, con panel videos, blu-ray/dvd audio commentaries, behind-the-scene videos, and demo reels.

Expect some variation between posts, but the general structure will feature a brief mention of when each animator got involved in the show, an interpretation of their scenes and styles while partially mentioning the 12 principles of animation as a frame of reference, a personal comparison between certain Japanese animators (since many of RWBY’s Production staff take inspiration from anime and are anime fans, I’d figure why not do this), a list of scenes and shots that were either confirmed they worked on or can be presumed they did upon observation (and I could be wrong as to which scenes some animators did) and a demo reel of each animator. Since I’m still new to the idea of making blogs, I have no idea what kind of attention this will get if it gets any at all. Hopefully, people will like it, maybe learn a thing or two. Anyway’s let’s get started!

Joel Mann

To kick-off this series of RWBY animator spotlights, we’ll start with Co-Lead animator of RWBY from volume 3 onward, Joel Mann.

Joel’s time working on RWBY at Rooster teeth started during volume 2 with one of his first scenes being Cinder, Emerald, & Mercury’s meeting in their dorm room, in chapter 5. It’s throughout most of volume 2 that he spent time on interestingly big scenes due to either the importance of said-scene or the challenges doing so. Moments such as Ozpin’s speech in Volume 2 were what fell into the former, where Joel studied footage of speech performances and listened to the audio track for Ozpin so frequently that by the time he did motion capture, he had it memorized. And then moments like the students dancing together at the ballroom in chapter 6 of the same volume fell into the latter of being really challenging. Considering Volume 2 was the first time he did serious animation in a couple of years (as confirmed in the vol 2 blu-ray animators audio commentary), his character acting turned out pretty decently.

Since then, he has either spent timing doing motion capture as characters like Tyrian or spends time on action sequences. The first fight he got to animate was Team RWBY & Team JNPR fighting off every Grimm in Beacon in Chapter 12 and it was one of the rare occasions where fight sequences were not largely done by either Monty Oum or Shane Newville (though the former did animate the Team CFVY part). And by volume 3, he would become co-lead animator, sharing the position mainly with animator Dustin Matthews. Since then, his traits with animating fight scenes have started to fully mold. From the Qrow vs Winter fight to Ruby vs Neo & Torchwick to Weiss & Blake vs the Atlessian Knights & the White Fang to Ozpin and Cinder’s face-off (the latter two he was given a week to do each), he increasingly pushed the envelope of squash & stretch and staging, the former animation principle he utilizes on characters to create a zipping, flashy speed. Joel only goes further on the exaggeration by the volume 4 Character Short and Chapter 1 of Volume 4, specifically with Ruby’s semblance..

In terms of the latter principle, staging, this can be seen when characters in Joel’s sequences are making various stances, to the point where they sometimes pause for a split-second. This combination of staging and squash-&-stretch are what have made the bulk of how Joel has approached dynamism into action he has animated, though this has garnered mixed feedback from the fan base. Some have heavily praised him strongly by even mistakenly assuming he “worked closely with Monty”, which was hardly ever the case while others have criticized him for not resembling the way Monty animated enough and being too “stop-&-go” or having characters “teleport” too much. Ignoring the fact it’s in an animator’s nature as essentially an artist to possess and develop his/her own identity when approaching a sequence, something Monty Oum himself was always for, Joel has simply been honing his craft the way he would feel makes sense. When he has characters do certain stances or poses, it leaves a memory in the viewer’s eye whether it’s Ruby making hang time while having her feet planted on the bottom end of the sickle part of her weapon or making a quick sliding rotation as she lands before stopping or Ren staying crouched onto the Petra Gigas’s arm before jumping back and back flipping. Best case scenario, you get something like the wide-angle shot in the volume 5 Weiss Character short where Weiss both swiftly and elegantly lunges at each and every Beowulf.

Of all the animators to compare him to in the anime industry, his works come off similar to Arifumi Imai, who’s known to contributing scenes in shows like Attack on Titan, One-Punch Man and Sengoku Basara. Imai, like Joel Mann, uses a lot of zipping and trails through flames, smoke, smears or other visual effects, as well as exaggerating the human body to an absurd but effective degree (yes, that guy cart-wheeled the horse he mounted on). Another example would be animator, Masayuki Kunihiro, who has consistently been working on anime projects from studio Ufotable such as Tales of Zestiria the X, Fate/Zero, Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works and God Eater. As one could see from those examples, Kunihiro shares that sense of staging through extreme poses and stances before having characters strike and lunge with that sense of distortion found in squash and stretch.

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Here are a list of confirmed/presumed scenes Joel Mann worked on:

Cinder talking with Mercury & Emerald about Pyrrha - Vol 2, Ch 5

Team RWBY at the dance - Vol 2, Ch 6

Ozpin’s speech - Vol 2, Ch 8

Ozpin approving Team RWBY’s Search & Destroy mission request - Vol 2, Ch 8

Weiss, Blake & Yang’s discussion at the campfire - Vol 2, Ch 10

Team RWBY & JNPR fighting off the Grimm at Beacon - Vol 2, Ch 12

Parts of Qrow vs Winter fight - Vol 3, Ch 3

Part of the Cinder, Emerald and Mercury vs Amber fight Scene - Vol 3, Ch 7

Weiss and Blake vs Atlessian knights and White Fang - Vol 3, Ch 10

In the Volume 3 blu-ray/dvd Director’s Audio Commentary, Kerry Shawcross and Miles Luna referred to Joel’s time working on this scene as, “the Joel effect”, since he did this scene within a week.

Majority of the Ruby vs Torchwick and Neo fight - Vol 3, Ch 11

Between the Volume 3 audio commentaries, Gray said about 10% of the fight was animated by Monty whereas Joel said the Ruby vs Neo parts were what Monty Oum did.

At least a third of Joel’s time spent animating the fight were manually applying hair and clothing physics in every shot. This was a challenge due the setting being windy in the sky.

Ozpin vs Cinder - Vol 3, Ch 12

Ruby slaying each Beowulf (presumed) - Vol 4 Ruby Character Short

Ruby fighting the Beringel until she fell through the collapsing roof (presumed) - Vol 4 Ruby Character Short

Provided mo-cap of the Beringel using child crutches

Team RNJR counterattacking the Petra Gigas after Jaune lays out his plan (presumed) - Vol 4. Ch 1

Part of the Qrow vs Tyrian fight - Vol 4, Ch 7

Wide-angle shot of Weiss striking each Beowulf and sprouting icicles from the ground - Vol 5 Weiss Character Short

Yang clashing fists with the Ursa and breaking its arm (presumed) - Vol 5 Yang Character Short

Part of Raven vs Cinder fight - Vol 5, Ch 13

Harley Dwortz

Next on the animator spotlight is Harley Dwortz. Having been involved in Rooster Teeth animated projects since Red vs Blue season 10, Harley was one of the first animators brought on during volume 1. When fans look back at volumes 1 & 2, they tend to refer Monty Oum’s own fight sequences or scenes that match that presentation from certain other animators. That may be what made the characters introduced to the audience what they were in combat, but animators like Harley brought out everything else about the characters behavioral-wise. It’s in such non-action scenes where Harley shines as an animator.

When Monty, Miles, and Kerry developed and fleshed out the story and forged volume 1′s script between June 2012 and April 2013, they established various traits about the the main cast such as Weiss and Blake preferring to drink coffee and tea respectively and Yang being sensitive about others messing with her hair. However, animators such as Harley Dwortz added a lot of expression to whichever characters they animated. This is most evident with Weiss Schnee, who has an especially girly and sassy body language that Harley puts forth a lot of thought into in her assigned sequences. In chapter 7, as janky and rough the motion capture was, the idea both Weiss and Ruby’s attitudes as they bicker with each other is made evident from the way Weiss walks in response to being told she’s bossy. In chapter 8, Weiss emotes an exaggerated distress as she falls which then leads to Jaune’s enthusiastic response as he seized the opportunity to rescue her. Even the team RWBY dorm room scene in chapter 2 of volume 2 brought forth both rather unusual and yet fairly appropriate character acting from Weiss between her thinking seriously while balancing on a chair to her shyly tip-toeing to recover and maintain her composure, a silly scene that required a bit of “trust” on Kerry Shawcross’s part.

She was even subject to praise by the late Monty Oum in the volume 2 blu-ray directors audio commentary, feeling encouraged to improve the rigging or virtual skeletons to put simply on the characters. This even extended to her adding animation tricks in the more limited Poser software that Monty himself never thought of, such as Neptune’s head-shaking in chapter 4 of volume 2 and Ruby’s arm flailing as she got the choke hold from Yang in chapter 7 of the same volume. Harley goes that extra mile with expressing the right gestures for the right characters, whether it’s Pyrrha frantically moving back and forth to guide Jaune who clings on to a Deathstalker, Neptune being moved around by Ruby while smiling and being still like a cardboard standee, Ruby being awkwardly fidgety when attempting to strike a conversation at her Mom’s grave or Ren and Nora’s rather out-of-sync waltz which follows with Penny’s rather adorable dance (which of course, got a laugh out of Miles Luna).

It’s worth putting into context why any of this matters. The character acting established by animators like Harley is what set the foundation for how these characters would be depicted in mixed media projects be it in manga installments or in Blazblue Cross Tag Battle. In the case of the latter, Weiss’s idle animation where she nonchalantly checks her nails came from something Harley herself did. This can even apply to animal characters like Zwei who was the first person to animate the character and according to Monty, she and animator Dustin Matthews previously worked on animating animals in The Sims 3: Pets Expansion. It doesn’t matter if it’s scenes from the earlier volumes or in the ones past the narrative time skip like Qrow and Raven’s meeting at the tavern or Ruby laughing at Jaune’s hoodie as her head inflates. Harley takes pride as an animator thinking about how to express each character, even when they’re just standing and talking.

Whenever she’s not preoccupied working on RWBY or Red vs Blue, this attention to character acting from her is also very present in every skit she has animated in RWBY Chibi. In the Shadow People skit in episode 5 of season 1, Harley gives Weiss an extra bounce in her steps which would seem too silly if the character models were more normally proportioned but make perfect sense as their super-deformed versions. Same goes for Ozpin in the Director Ozpin skit episode 1 of Season 2, where he shuffles his feet around as he walks like something out of a Charlie Brown cartoon. That’s not to say she constantly exaggerates in RWBY Chibi, as the focus is on making the animation believable and engaging in the context of the show’s aesthetic, be it the way Ozpin’s cheeks move as he whistles or the way Weiss’s ponytail slips off of Ruby’s hand.

Harley’s quirky and expressive animations would be comparable to certain animators that have done similar scenes in the popular, on-going, magical girl Precure anime franchise, namely animator Yuki Hayashi. You can watch Hayashi’s own scenes on mute with no context as to what the characters are talking about and still get a good grasp of their chemistry and personalities. He has also done some freelance work, animating in shows from other studios, including the popular, meme-worthy, dancing sequences in he ending theme of the first season of Blood Blockade Battlefront. Another animator known for great character acting is Norimitsu Suzuki. Although he’s known for bigger things like his smoothly drawn liquid, explosion and smoke effects and 3-D-like rotation, he is also great at animating characters express themselves. If you’ve seen an ending theme from a Studio Bones title like the 2003 version of Fullmetal Alchemist, Soul Eater or Star Driver or the first ending theme in Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear-Card Arc, that’s where Suzuki’s knack for having characters walking, running, dancing or whatever other gestures is best seen.

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Here are a list of confirmed/presumed scenes Harley Dwortz worked on:

Ruby and Weiss arguing about each other’s personalities - Vol 1, Ch 7

Jaune holding on to the Deathstalker Grimm’s tail until he got flown to the sky - Vol 1, Ch 7

Jaune picking up Weiss as she falls but they both fall anyway - Vol 1, Ch 8

Weiss asking Blake what’s wrong and the girls discussing about the White Fang* - Vol 2, Ch 2

Harley mentioned how the part where Ruby, Weiss and Yang walked into the room was difficult because of how they weren’t really walking into the space they’re in. She had to stitch in mo-cap of walks together.

Animating Weiss zipping off the chair and back in position was also difficult due to the hair simulation on Poser only registering one character at a time and she used three Weiss models for each time she zipped across.

In the Volume 2 Director’s Audio Commentary, this is what Monty Oum and Kerry Shawcross had to say about Harley in this scene:

Monty: “She puts in that extra mile to put in like the asymmetry and like, she records her own face {Kerry: Yeah, she does.} and then acts the camera.” Kerry: “If you go look at her, for like, from her timelines, the end of it is just like her face, like, just shot at her desk. Of just like, her acting things out.” Monty: “I also, y'know, I, I, I, I’ve learned from watching them work on this stuff that I need to do a better job of like, making the rigs. Suddenly I’m in the animation commentary, make the rigs more capable (Miles chuckles.) of them to allow to do this kinda work because it’s like…”

Team RWBY going over their White Fang Investigation plan until Sun and Neptune interrupt - Vol 3, Ch 3

Ruby decides who Sun and Neptune can pair up with on the White Fang investigation - Vol 2, Ch 3

Harley, like the other animators, was given freedom on how she wanted to animate the scene and thus had Neptune frozen stiff and swaying when moved next to Yang. According to Kerry Shawcross in the Volume 2 Director’s Audio Commentary:

Kerry: We have a pretty big policy of, if an animator has an idea just like, just go ahead and just like rough it out, just like we’ll watch it, we’re, we’re probably gonna go with it. ‘Cause that was Harley when she was like “Can I make Neptune like, stiff when she pushes him?” And I was like “Yeah, absolutely you can.”

Jaune approaching Pyrrha in a dress and asking her to dance - Vol 2, Ch 7

Between all four of the Volume 2 dvd/blu-ray audio commentary tracks, It’s unclear whether she did the actual Team JNPR dance itself or if it was Monty Oum as the fandom presumes

Jaune mentioning to Pyrrha that he has 7 sisters - Vol 2, Ch 7

Part of Zwei’s introduction - Vol 2, Ch 8

Oobleck bonking the one White Fang member as they board the train - Vol 2, Ch 11

Ruby and Oobleck facing one of the Mechs - Vol 2, Ch 11

Ironwoods forces mowing down the Grimm at Beacon - Vol 2, Ch 12

Opening scene of Ruby at Summer’s grave - Vol 3, Ch 1

Sage Ayana and Dew Gayl’s brief bout - Vol 3, Ch 2

Scarlet and Neptune’s brief fight (with help of Carmichael Simon and another stunt coordinator) - Vol 3, Ch 2

Harley stated how unlike a non-fight scene where camera layout, prop and models are all set for her, in fight scenes have less information to go off of aside from how the modeling vaguely moves and thus animating can feel “nebulous” as she phrased it,

The latter-half of Weiss, Winter and Ruby’s conversation from the slap onward - Vol 3, Ch 3

Weiss & Winter’s conversation about her training - Vol 3, Ch 4

Yang and Neon talking before the match - Vol 3, Ch 5

Mo-cap for Neon - Vol 3, Ch 5

Pyrrha initially agreeing to being the Fall maiden - Vol 3, Ch 6

Opening scene where Salem and Team WTCH have their meeting - Vol 4, Ch 1

Team RNJR with the blacksmith - Vol 4, Ch 1

Weiss talking to her father in his office - Vol 4, Ch 2

Raven talking to Qrow about whether Salem has the relic - Vol 4, Ch 4

Weiss talking to Henry Marigold at the reception - Vol 4, Ch 6

Kid Ren and Nora hiding from the Nevermore until it leaves - Vol 4, Ch 10

Harley’s most recent Demo Reel:

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WHERE TO EAT IN VALENCIENNES

Best Restaurants in Valenciennes

WHERE TO EAT IN VALENCIENNES

I wrote about things to do in Valenciennes and where to stay here. I also wrote about the city’s incredible bed and breakfast Le Grand Duc here, now I will share my restaurant addresses.

Some of these addresses are also published in the second edition of l’Etincelle, the Valenciennes city’s lifestyle magazine who invited me to write some articles for them back in December 2017.

AU BEAU’VIN

In the old town part of Valenciennes, just a few steps away from the beautiful building of the public library (a visit is highly recommended if you haven’t been there), there is a pretty town square called place Saint Nicolas. This town square is pretty quiet during winter but when the weather gets warmer this place becomes very lively as restaurants put tables and chairs outside to provide pleasant terraces to pedestrians. During some weekends cars are forbidden to circulate. When there is no car, there’s open air markets or live concerts that attract the local crowd and warm up the atmosphere. Au Beau Vin is one of the restaurants in this town square. Famous for its grilled meat, this is a local’s favorite. Try once and you’ll come back for the perfectly cooked and carefully selected meat. For non meat eaters, some fish dishes and salads are also included in the menu. You’ll also find one of Valenciennes’ local delicacies in the menu. The « Lucculus tongue », a terrine of foie gras layered with smoked beef tongue is served as an appetizer. For big family or group gathering, there is a private space with nice brick walls at the back of the restaurant. The friendly owner Gautier Synaeghel (pictured above) is passionate about good food and wine so don’t hesitate to ask for his advice if you need help with the menu. He’s also preparing to open a second address, with a tapas/ wine bar style in front of Au Beau’Vin.

CHEZ JUSTINE

A new restaurant concept just opened in Valenciennes. At Chez Justine you can choose between 4 differents atmospheres. They have a pink girly room for your girls night out, a businessman room for your business lunch, or a cozy room to relax with your family and friends. For lunch the menu offers French cuisine. Every dish is freshly prepared onsite with the best ingredients. In the afternoon it’s the perfect place for a tea time. You’ll find homemade cakes, fragrant teas and hot chocolate that you can’t resist during winter. Chez Justine has a very lovely terrace, highly recommended for sunny days !

VIA RISTORANTE

The last photo above is Via Ristorante, a place to have Italian dish in a very nice setting. I didn’t have the chance to try this restaurant myself but I heard good feedbacks about it. This restaurant is next to Au Beau’Vin, also situated in Place Saint Nicolas.

PIER

Another address in Place Saint Nicolas that I wanted to share with you. I have not had the chance to try this address myself, but I heard many good feedbacks from locals who recommend this place with a lot of enthusiasm. I guess it’s in my to do list for my next visit in Valenciennes !

AUBERGE DU BON FERMIER

A hotel and a traditional restaurant in the heart of Valenciennes. This address is recommended by my husband who goes to Valenciennes often for work. His colleagues love to bring him and other guests for lunch here. The restaurant serves traditional dish, the portions are very generous. This is the place if you’re looking for something very traditional, in a rustic and very French setting.

DAIDOKORO

A very authentic Japanese restaurant. I LOVE this restaurant. The Japanese owner used to work for Toyota. The Iphone photo that I took below is from a lunch that I had at their place. The decoration is minimalist but very modern and beautiful. It is cozy and welcoming and as soon as you enter this place, you feel like you’re being transported to Tokyo. Every detail reminds me of Japan. You can find very good sushi and Japanese fried dish here. Their “tonkatsu” (fried breaded pork) is excellent, absolutely a must try. Highly recommended.

LES FOLIES BERBERES

A Moroccan restaurant in Marly neighborhood, very close to Valenciennes’ golf course. A typical setting, a Berber tent just like in the Moroccan dessert with refined and authentic cuisine. On the menu, homemade couscous and tajine. Their tajines are cooked in terracotta dish on wood fire and have to be ordered at least 24 hours in advance because they require at least 1 hour and 40 minutes of cooking time. Recommended for those looking for some exotic, Arabian nights atmosphere.

If you happen to be in Valenciennes and you try one of these addresses, please let me know what you think in the comment below !

xx Irma

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Current Status of My Stories

It’s been almost a year since I last did this, and I don’t know if anyone would be interested in this, but I thought I’d make another one of these ramble posts just in case someone is? I dunno.

You can find the last post of this nature (here)

I will say that my Christmas Drabbles and Shorts series, as well as my Drabbles and Shorts series haven’t changed that much, so I won’t be listing them on here. In addition, this doesn’t include a bunch of drabbles I’ve posted here on tumblr, like my Halloween ones, or my Gin N’ Tonic ones.

I’ll be putting them all below the cut in case you aren’t interested in this in the slightest.

***These are all of my fics on FFN, I have yet to transfer everything onto Ao3***

I’m going to be listing them alphabetically so here we go:

A Dalliance In Time

This story has absolutely no rules, none. Probably one of the best things I’ve written to date, and it’s dedicated to my darlings @sableunstable and @laisvega

Summary: “There’s a familiar metallic smell in the air, it’s tangy and the very memory of it makes a ball of dread curl up tightly in her gut. It feels like she’s not quite in her body, the soles of her feet itch, her head feels light and woolly, as if it’s been stuffed full of cotton.” - Remione time travel. Non-canon.

Word Count: 101,455 words

Pairing: Remione (Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger)

Other Pairings: Guess you’ll just have to read to find out LOL.

Number of Chapters: 50

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: July, 31st, 2016

Last Updated: November 22nd, 2017

Fall Through Time

I have had so many ups and downs with this story, SO many, but in the end I’m proud of every bit of it. Either way this is my baby and I guess you could call it partially canon compliant, but also at the same time it’s really not. My goal is to finish this story this year, wish me luck x

@acciovodka made a gorgeous edit for FTT in November, GORGEOUS, and you can find it (here)

(Here) is an edit I made almost a year ago (I still haven’t nailed my fancasts for Draco and Hermione in this story, still).

Summary: “In the last twenty four hours, Draco Malfoy’s life was flipped upside down. Not only was everything he’d ever known gone, but now the only person he had to rely on, hated him with every fibre in her being. Draco Malfoy was stuck in the past with none other than Hermione Jean Granger.” Dramione. Non-canon. (Remione included).

Endgame Pairing: Dramione (Draco/Hermione)

Major Pairings: Remione (Hermione/Remus) & Draco/Marlene McKinnon

Word Count: 281,245 words

Number of Chapters: 91 (technically 90, since I don’t count chapter 9 on FFN as a chapter)

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: July 14th, 2015

Last Updated: January 3rd, 2017

I Hate You I Love You

Basically @ash-castle @laisvega and I all wrote fics based on the song ‘I Hate You I Love You’ by Gnash ft. Olivia O’Brien, and theirs are both AMAZING, and you can find Ash’s (here) and Lais’s (here) *hearts*

Summary: “Sighing, she brought the fag to her lips, taking a deep breath, feeling it fill her lungs, before she lowered the fag. Moments later she lazily breathed out, the smoke drifting out of her mouth. The main thing she wished she could have was her best friend, but in his eyes she was nothing more than just that, his know-it-all best friend.” - Harmony, short series.

Word Count: 14,058 words

Pairing: Harmony (Harry Potter/Hermione Granger)

Number of Chapters: 8

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Published: June 27th, 2016

Completed: September 11th, 2016

I Never Said I Was Sorry

I have no idea where this story is going, but I think that’s half the fun of it to be quite honest. Dedicated to @colubrina I’m absolutely terrible though and I haven’t updated it in months, and I’m really sorry about that.

Summary: He shows up on her doorstep, soaked to the skin and barely coherent, convinced he has to apologise for a wrong he’s done her, one that has shattered her life. The only problem is, it never happened. Hermione Granger and Theodore Nott try to untangle threads of time travel and alternate universes. If they fix the knots he’s caused, she’ll die. If they don’t, he will.

Word Count: 6,187 words

Pairing: Theomione (Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger)

Number of Chapters: 5

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: October 15th, 2016

Last Updated: May 26th, 2017

It Was Her Ginger Hair

My rare pair baby, if you ever want to make me happy give me some Ginny/Theo, I will love you forever. This was written out of pure love, and whilst parts of it are definitely dark and twisty, I love every bit of this story. I need to find time to re-write the chapters and clean it up properly (I only managed to do chapter one), but I loved writing it, LOVED it.

I made two edits for this story and you can find them (here) and (here).

Summary: Theodore Nott found his eyes being drawn to the ginger hair swishing down her back as she moved to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Last night she bumped into him at the Slytherin house party because Blaise had knocked into her; the first thing she said to him was, “you’re the Nott guy that my roommate wants to shag right?” Non-canon, DH AU. Ginny/Theo, Slight Dramione.

Word Count: 169,079 words

Main Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Theodore Nott

Major/Side Pairings: Harry/Luna, Blaise/Daphne, Draco/Hermione, Charlie Weasley/OC

Number of Chapters: 43

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Published: July 6th, 2015

Completed: November 28th, 2016

Let The Stars Fall As They May

Summary: A collection of Founders drabbles, shorts, oneshots and random scenarios. Mainly Salazar/Helga and Rowena/Godric, because I ship them something intense. Some of them shall be happy and full of light, but some of them will be fraught with sadness and sorrow. Non-canon (not that there’s a lot of that as it pertains to the Founders).

Word Count: 3,514 words

Number of Chapters: 6

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing

Published: January 4th, 2017

Last Updated: February 18th, 2017

Meant To Be

I am dreadful I am, but it’s been so long since I updated this and I feel horribly about it. I’m probably going to put this officially on hiatus soon since I can’t write the next chapter no matter what I try, but I will say that this story makes me happy. I just can’t seem to find the words for it.

Summary: Hermione obviously a bit confused as to why the three of them were gathered here was getting a bit impatient, she didn’t like not knowing things. “Luna, why are we here?” Triad fic about Hermione Granger, Luna lovegood and Daphne Greengrass. F/F themes, and M/M themes. Mainly light and fluffy, probably won’t always be that way. Non-canon, sporadic updates, maybe a little fun.

Word Count: 16,648 words

Number of Chapters: 7

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: January 31st, 2016

Last Updated: July 22nd, 2016

Neighbours

One of the first things I ever posted on FFN, (it was shortly after I started writing Promise). I don’t know what else to really say lol, it’s a fun little one shot.

Summary: “Hermione Granger had always been a stickler for rules, and having a certain amount of order in her life, so the day he moved in she decided to make a specific set of rules just for him.” Draco Malfoy becomes Hermione’s neighbour and she makes a set of rules knowing if she doesn’t she’ll end up breaking them. Oneshot, non canon. Dramione.

Word Count: 3,676

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Published: June 22nd, 2015

Nott In The Moonlight

I am immensely proud of this still, and I don’t even remember how I came up with the idea, but it’s one of my favourite bits of my writing to date.

Summary: “Cursed. He was a cursed man, he had been cursed since he was little. Blood, teeth, frigid night air. Fear, palpable in the air, it was scorching his lungs and veins. Sharp screams echoing through the night, the cold round mistress in the air permanently seared into the back of his eyelids.” - Theodore Nott x Remus Lupin, one shot.

Word Count: 1,748 words

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Published: July 27th, 2016

Promise

I am more than a little hesitant to put this on the list since I am probably never going to update it ever again? I actually, honestly do not know. For now I’ll continue to say that this story is on hiatus, but if I’m being frank I don’t really want to continue this story. It rarely got any feedback, I don’t like how I wrote Ron in the beginning of it, it needs a rewrite and fleshing out way more...I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.

Summary: The Second Wizarding War is over, and due to a ruling by the Wizengamot, Harry and his fellow classmates return to Hogwarts to repeat their Seventh Year. The Children of the War work together to heal themselves, create new bonds, strengthen old ones, and deal with the aftermath of the War, as well as trying to promote House Unity. Non-canon. Dramione. On hiatus.

Word Count: 66,823 words

Number of Chapters: 15 (technically 14, the latest one was an A/N)

Rating: M

Status: Who knows.

Published: June 19th, 2015

Last Updated (properly): Sometime in Sept 2015

Redamancy

Some of my darlings and I did a writing challenge together and this is the byproduct of that, the wonderful, sombre yet kind of happy byproduct. Incredibly proud of this as well.

Summary:“Pointless. Meaningless. Everything in his life that used to make sense was now a garbled mess. His life now consisted of jumbled moments strung together on a tangled string, where it all seemed dull, the world was no longer as bright and vibrant as it once had been.” One shot, George Weasley x Luna Lovegood

Word Count: 1,742 words

Pairing: George Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Published: July 13th, 2016

Return of Regulus Black

COMPLETE AU, I mean pretty much nothing is the same. Ravenclaw and Slytherin centric, full of fixing things, Dumbledore is an absolute dick? The Golden trio aren’t Gryffindors and I think saying anything else would spoil things and we wouldn’t want that, would we?

Summary: Known Death Eater Regulus Black was assumed to be dead years ago, especially when they found the disfigured body in the Thames with his house ring on its’ finger. Years later the entire Wizarding World is not only shocked when he returns, but by who he brings with him; Notorious Mass Murderer Sirius Black, and a raven haired, grey eyed boy. (Wolfstar)

Word Count: 59,088 words

Pairings: Regulus Black/Emmeline Vance, Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black), Luna Lovegood/OC, Dramione (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger), Theomione (Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger) (tbd) (Some of these may be subject to change lol)

Number of Chapters: 17

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: December 13th, 2015

Last Updated: October 7th, 2017

Seasons Change

I love these two together a great deal, and it makes my heart warm writing about them. I think we can safely say that I ship pretty much everything lmao.

Summary: A short series that moves throughout the seasons that focuses on Fifth year Luna Lovegood, and Sixth year Theodore Nott. “Oranges, reds, yellows. Fall. Luna loves Fall. The air is crisp, and even though it rains often, she still goes outside barefoot.” Non-canon, just for fun. Luna Lovegood x Theodore Nott. My love for these two is immense.

Word Count: 3,730 words

Pairing: Thuna (Theodore Nott/Luna Lovegood)

Number of Chapters: 4

Rating: T

Status: Complete (I was once going to write an Epilogue, but I feel like it’s whole and complete just the way it is.)

Published: January 9th, 2016

The Trickster, Fate

The first fanfic I ever wrote. I was writing it for about six months before I posted anything on FFN, and I’ve just had over 200 pages laying in a doc gathering dust. It needs a massive re-write and editing, some plot details need to be reworked or changed entirely but I’m working on it, and I’m finally sharing it with people.

I wrote it mainly because I had run out of Scorlily fics and I was in desperate need of more, so I decided to write my own.

Summary: "Once more the turn of the seasons is upon them, the air has a crisp edge to it, and the vibrant, bright green leaves are slowly giving way to colourful, proud displays of reds, yellows and oranges: the scent of change and possibility are potent, tangible and clinging to everything it can find." Partially canon-compliant, but also not really.

Word Count: 2,098 words

Pairing: Scorlily (Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter)

Number of Chapters: 1

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: December, 27th, 2017

The Wolf and The Stag

Fluff, pure fluff. That is all.

Summary: “We’re late,” the hazel eyed man commented, removing his hands from the warmth and comfort of his toasty pocket to push his glasses back further onto the bridge of his nose, adjusting his gold and red scarf quickly before his hand dove back into his pocket. Starbuck (James Potter x Sirius Black) Oneshot, complete, non-canon AU. Lily Evans x Remus Lupin.

Word Count: 4,168 words

Pairing: Starbucks (James Potter/Sirius Black)

Other Pairing: Lily Evans/Remus Lupin

Rating: K+

Status: Complete

Published: March 26th, 2016

Time Travel? Piece of Cake

Last but certainly not least, my darling, darling Sirimione fic. I ship these two something terrible and how could I not write a story about them. Again, I kind of say eff the rules and let the muse run wild when it comes to this story I have to honest. Slytherins and Gryffindors are friends and together they’re probably going to dismantle a regime.

Summary: What will happen when the Marauders find themselves transported to another time and dimension, which is scarily similar to their own? Landing in the year 1996, smack dab in the middle of a different war than the one they were fighting. Non canon. Dramione friendship. SiriusxHermione pairing. AU from HBP and onwards.

Word Count: 93,605 words

Main Pairing: Sirimione (Sirius Black/Hermione Granger)

Major/Side Pairings: Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans), Remus Lupin/Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter/Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy/Daphne Greengrass

Number of Chapters: 28

Rating: M

Status: WiP

Published: September 7th, 2015

Last Updated: December, 27th, 2017

If you read through all of that then I love you xxx

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