#evan and bea

[555stupidcupid555]

Tate again

and this is my first time drawing violet It doesn’t look like her :( but kinda like it

[beadelmare]

"not all men" you're right the marauders would NEVER

[rosetterer]

still can't believe that tommy kinard put out a whole fire by himself so that he'd make it back in time for a date with his man

[salemsvlog]

I just know that Alexander Cleamont-Diaz is a hardcore 9-1-1 fan and he make Bea and Henry binged watch the whole seasons just get together and wait for Buddie to become canon.

[m--rtyr]

i draw hot women sometimes

[lexithwrites]

Yes Jartylus is great but have y’all considered,,,,,

✨Lily x James x Barty✨

[jinxed-starry-pages]

cast the moots in dear evan hansen!

I've been waiting a while to do this, but this is awesome! Thank you for this ask!

Ok let's do this! I'll use the descriptions from Wikipedia because they're pretty good!

Let's do this!

First of for ensemble: @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 @auroraofthesun1 @fangirlghost-19 @fish-ofishial123 @myfairkatiecat just because I don't know how much you like musicals but I think you'd have fun :)

1. @ace-of-pussy / @wants-to-marry-sirius-black as....

Jared Kleinman – Evan's droll and sarcastic friend. He helps Evan and Alana found The Connor Project.

Because there is the main funny character in the musical and I think you'd be able to sell that. And you would both boss the song

2. @the-slowest-turtle as...

Alana Beck – Evan's earnest but melodramatic classmate. She is constantly looking for academic and extracurricular activities to boost her collegiate chances.

Because you would absolutely boss that song, and because I feel like you might have fun playing her

3. @im-on-crack-send-help as...

Larry Murphy – Connor and Zoe's busy and distant father.

Because I feel like you would want a role, but not too big

4. @eddie-spagetthi as...

Cynthia Murphy – Connor and Zoe's stay-at-home mother. She is constantly trying to keep her fragile family from falling apart but is often unsuccessful.

I don't know why, but I feel like you would really slay this

5. @dafantasyqueen / @discoveredreality as...

Zoe Murphy – Connor's younger sister and Evan's longtime crush. She was never close to Connor, even hated him and thought he was a monster, but wishes she had known him better and turns to Evan after he lies and says he was friends with Connor.

Both of you would boss requiem for sure! And I can just imagine you as her

6. @justalunaticfangirl as...

Connor Murphy – A classmate of Evan and high school senior who, like Evan, is also a social outcast with no friends, and a frequent drug user, getting high to cope with his aggressive and violent tendencies. Connor eventually takes his own life during Act 1. His ghost appears in Evan's mind throughout the rest of the musical

Because I know you're a theatre kid, so I think you'd be able to play this role properly. As well as serve in sincerely me

7. @loife1m as...

Heidi Hansen – Evan's mother, a nurse's aide who attends paralegal school at night, often leaving Evan on his own as a result

Because you would just slay. Also, you are technically an aunt so...

And finally, playing Even Hansen, the titular role, "A high school senior with social anxiety. He is assigned by his therapist to write letters to himself about why each day will be good, which becomes the catalyst for the plot of the story (hence the name, Dear Evan Hansen" the protagonist we have.....

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire !

*cheers* WHOOOOOO!

She's just amazing guys.

And that's the cast!!!!!!!!!!

Also all the descriptions are of Wikipedia don't sue me

[grossdyke]

i want you all to know that every het ship i have the girl is always always taller than the guy

[bonniehooper]

Endless List of My Favorite TV Shows

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020)

[evanandbea]

5

[555stupidcupid555]

[beadelmare]

happy 43rd anniversary of the phone call!!

[fcrox]

who: @rsrevan where: the white wyvern when: late evening/early night thread counter: 001

Few nights were spent walking down the path of Knockturn Alley. Even fewer within the White Wyvern. Beatrice lacked not in access to taverns and pubs. Not with her sister practically owning the Three Broomsticks as well as her being on good terms with Tom from the Leaky Cauldron. No, it was darker nights that called for the so-called walk of shame toward the tavern usually frequented by the darkest of characters. The Gryffindor did not fit in, not for the most part, but it was the best place one could go if one simply needed to forget; to get distracted from the daily shenanigans that life had a habit of throwing one’s way. Funny enough it was also the one place where, in her experience, the least talk of the war raging on in the world could be heard. It seemed almost too perfect to be true and yet its very existence was proof of just that. There was a place equivalent to the forgetfulness draught found in certain potioneer’s shops.

Beatrice found herself a cozy spot by the bar, if one did dare call it that in a place like the White Wyvern. No time was wasted as she ordered whatever strongest drink the bartender had to offer. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the previous night, the early morning hours filled with regret. There was too much she needed to forget; the leave behind, to be buried underneath layers upon layers of potentially bad decisions. Bea was no saint. Had never claimed to be but this had hit her harder than she cared to admit. Eventually she’d find someone to confide in but until then she’d rather avoid the whole thing all together.

It wasn’t until the drink was finally placed in front of her that the brunette allowed her eyes to roam, to scan the crowd she’d landed herself in middle of. Not that it mattered. The choice was made, and no regrets were felt. Well, not about the choice of drink or establishment either way. Finally, her eyes landed on a face that was familiar. More than familiar truthfully. “Evan, hey. I didn’t see you there.” Somehow, she’d managed to overlook the one in question entirely.

[siriuslygay1981]

My Poly Relationships in my DR

Pt.1|Pt.2. Mmdr

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Evan,Barty,Basra

Remus, James, Sirius, Basra

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Background:

Originally ... Evan and Barty were just a hookup! It was me and Evan and then he wanted to add Barty. (Cuz they were into each other but still denying their feelings at the time and Evan knew i had experience with ...stuff and Barty wasnt against the idea) For a while we all just slept together, i wasnt looking for anything serious and they both had their own personal issues. Ofc we were sorta friends, we hung out and were somewhat close. At some point though i was being invited on their dates, being treated like their bf, getting closer to them. They got together but told me they wanted to still see me, i was too much fun to get rid of just because they were now bfs. Aka they're dumb and didn't know how to ask me out. It lasted a few months but we ended things when they realized i was in love with Remus and Sirius (and James ofc but i was still denying that to them and myself) and also because we weren't compatible as bfs/lovers, or anything more than friends (and the occasional hookup). They only tried polyamory because they both liked me but it wasnt something that was gonna last. We stayed friends, it was only awkward for a moment but nothing had changed. We went back to being friends and sometimes flirting but it never went beyond that after we broke it off. They needed someone who was solely devoted to them and i understood completely. I liked them, i cared for them...but just not how i did for Remus and Sirius and that ...that was something they couldn't ignore.

(Also Regulus was annoyed with me for getting with his roomates/friends! He called them his roommates but like...they are his friends. No matter how much he denies it....I think this is how sirius found out about me dating Evan+Barty. And yes...he blabbed to the other Marauders.)

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Mood board:

Three Words to describe our relationship-

Obsessive, competitive, eccentric

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Petnames- sweetheart, rosie, carino (darling), princess (Said it to be mean and he liked it 😭 )

What they call me- bb, baz, lord pettigrew, lover boy, baby boy

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

The Liberty League Headquarters, the place where members of the Liberty League, Bea Grey aka Liberty Belle, Bishop Plutonium the second-in-command, Lucius Vreedle aka The Red Gunner, Ivy Layla Thrall aka Gardenia, and Chad Ferris.

Just like Liberty, they stand for freedom it stands for standing up from oppressive restrictions and stand for hope. Even though the Liberty League members are new beings thriving to become the symbols of hope. One certain member is clinging on to her former self despite not a child anymore.

In the garden, Ivy is working on the garden where she is growing things under suggestions by the children who came to the headquarters on the last tour. The task she is doing in the garden is harvesting. Ivy plucking tomatoes and put them in a cartel to give away to the Townsville's Soup Kitchen. Ivy hums as she plucks. Ivy is glad to see a familiar face in the last tour, Asahi Diaz, the daughter of Kimiko and Margo Diaz. She had not seen her since the attack, an explosion incident in Phoenix Academy that cause many students to lose their life and those who survive were left with trauma and a disability. She and Asahi are among them. Asahi losing her hearing, which was why her mothers take Asahi out of that school, after almost losing their only child the second time.

As for Ivy, she lost her leg. Ivy looks at the botanical prosthetic she made with the help of her coven. The buds finally bloom, sprouting to reveal red roses. Though, her best friend’s cousins lose someone they hold dear. Denki lost Rui, his sidekick as a Phoenix Academy student who came to India from abroad. Ashanti with her friend, Marcy, a member of The Green Lantern Corp. It was so devastating for them that it negatively impacts their Chemical X Super powers. Being part human made of Chemical X and spices means you need to love as fuel to power you up and a important factor to your lifespan.

Ivy feels so sorry for the Deol Siblings that she sent gifts to them. The Deol Family is consider the bodyguards for their extended family, The Utonium Family, they deserve a reward for their efforts. Especially when Ashanti is a part of the team in rebuilding Phoenix Academy. To some people, it must be worrisome for Ivy to be concerned for her leader and best friend because she is the time of person who would be concerned for her cousins’ well-being. And what can she say, she is a kind and selfless girl who wouldn’t say no to her friend and her mom, who also happen to be her headmistress too, in taking a task for them and be there for them. Though it can be tiring sometimes. Scratch that, often since she is a trusted ally and prove her loyalty to them many time.

Ivy’s mind wanders off as she looks down at her prosthetic, when suddenly a presence of someone else came to the garden.

"Your garden is impressive." Bishop complimented.

Ivy turns to see Bishop. Ivy smiles at the Chemical X Alchemist. "Thanks."

Bishop notice that the tomatoes from the tomato plants are waving at him. He rubs his eyes to make sure he is not hallucinating.

"Are the tomatoes waving at me?" Bishop asked startling.

Ivy nods in hesitate. She uses magic to grow those tomatoes in great prosperity. From watering the tomatoes with water magic, to using light magic as an alternative to sunlight, to using her plant magic as fertilizers. “Yeah, they do that. You should probably wave back. They get angry if you don’t.”

Ivy gulp as she saw the tomatoes glaring at Bishop.

Bishop waves the tomatoes around, heeding Ivy's warning. The tomatoes are docile now. Bishop notices Ivy.

“What can I do for you Bishop?” Ivy asked the Chemical X Alchemist. “Do you want me and Lucius to continue where we left off on our project?”

It is true that he has been going through some hiccups with backfiring on the user in the trial and error. But at least the execution is successful, just not effective in their design. The combination of his Chemical X-and-Earth Hybrid Alchemy, Ivy’s Witch/Wizard Hybrid Magic, and Lucius’ engineering skills to create their own abomination mechanic assets cannot perfect Abomination techs made by the Witch Magic and Engineering of Blight Industries from the Boiling Isles Dimension.

“Well, that is not important right now, Vice-Principal Sheldon Lee messages me if the report on the covens you investigated and researched is finished,” said Bishop.

Ivy nods as she manifested her report through magic, and giving her report to the second-in-command. Bishop accepts the report and reads it.

“Have you mitigated any issues in your involvement with the hero group, our classmates, on dealing with the vampire attacks, Ivy?” Bishop asked, flipping pages and scanning the paragraphs Ivy typed like a college student.

“Yes. If you turn to page 13, you will see that thanks to the increase of vampire-related deaths in Townsville, both at day and night, the witches in my coven decide to cut back on the production and conspicated enchanted amethyst and lapis lazuli jewelry for the vampires as the first step of distance themselves from them,” said Ivy, letting out a sad sigh. “A bad way to prevent vampire attacks. Honestly, these witches only looking after themselves since their reputation is at risk because the feral vampire attacks are affecting them, without thinking about the peace treaty. Although, I don't blame them because some of the victims are actually witches.”

Bishop is silent as he stares down at her report. Witch Enchanted Lapis Lazulis and Enchanted Amethysts allows vampires to walk into the daylight without perishing. Plus the peace treaty Ivy mentioned refers to the one made by the retired hero, Tormenta McKnight.

“I see, then perhaps that the witches that the feral vampires kills were faewitches?”

Ivy flinch when Bishop mentioned that term. Faewitches, humans who been granted magic from fairies through their loyalty to their patron fairy, whether if the fairy is a demoted Angel or a demon, fairy from this planet, or a day fairy/night fairy/dream fairy from their respective fairy dimension. Then she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. The witches have been involved with the war between fairies and vampires, taking any side that considers the winning side, until the World Dragon Council gets involved and stop the war to prevent the war from becoming a very tragic disaster spreading by more bloodshed, famine, and diseases.

“Exactly Bishop,” said Ivy. “You should submit this report to Vice Principal Lee, so he can pass it on to Captain America and Stella.”

A thud of sadness in Ivy’s heart when she mentioned her girlfriend, Stella. Bishop notices that Ivy is hiding something by her expression is shifting.

“Is something wrong Ivy?” Bishop asked.

“No, I’m completely fine.” Said Ivy.

“You sure?” Bishop asked again.

“Yes…” said Ivy.

Bishop looks at Ivy's eyes, he can see sparkles of light in her eyes but they look false. Her eyes reminded him so much of his eyes of his former self, when he was living with his mom. There must have been a layer of trauma and self-worth issues for Ivy. It cannot just only be the tragic fire incident at Camp Green Lake and the explosion incident in Phoenix Academy. For now, Bishop let Ivy be because perhaps, Bea knows about some things Ivy is going through. Ivy resume to plucking some tomatoes.

'That was odd.' Ivy thought.

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That night in Ivy's room at The Liberty League Headquarters, Ivy hold a rock at the palm of her hand. She clenched to the rock. Then she stares on her desk to what appears to be scrap metal.

“Geologize gemologize,”

A white glowing light emitted her hand, as she unclenched it. She transform a rock into a Persian Lapis Lazuli. Ivy use her hand to bend and shape the thick piece of metal into a ring. Then she cast a protection charm to the ring. It is done. She manifest a small portal and drops it in. Hopefully that she did a good job helping out the Utonium Family. Ivy leans back on her wheelchair. It looks like she needs to spend time in the garden again to destress. Though going shopping and having a spa day would have been nice, but then she remember to pay off her credit card debt the last times she went out shopping and taking spa days. Ivy let out a sigh. Another secret errand done for the Utonium Family. Ivy goes grabs her cellphone on her desk and opens up WhatsApp. She starts messaging her friend, Alice-Evans talking to her about her day, without spilling any confidential informations to The Liberty League and other topics. Then she close the app and calls her mother and father to keep them up-to-date about herself.

“You got the hang of walking with your leg prosthetic?” said Rose.

Ivy nods. “The doctor says I will be able to go back to swordsmanship as long as I practice my position, stances, and poses.”

“They are all the same thing though,” said Nigel.

“Oh…, yeah, you're right.” Ivy admitted. “So dad, are you and Mr. Long are going to attend the meeting with the vampire clans and the covens to discuss the dilemma? It is going to be serious, so it should be better to have professionals like you."

"Indeed Ivy. Hopefully Ambassador McKnight will be attending too."

Of course, Tormenta is responsible for the peace treaty between the vampires and witches.

As Ivy listens to her father talking, telling her what she need to do, Ivy turns her wheelchair around to see Bea. "Oh dad, I will have to calls you back. Bea is here. It's nice talking to you. Good bye."

Ivy hangs up and switch off her cell phone.

“Oh, hello Bea,” Ivy greeted, clutching her cell phone.

"Ivy, who're you talking to?" Bea asked.

"I was talking to my parents, especially my father related to the attacks of feral vampires in the city. I-I-I was going to contact Vice-Principal Lee afterward, about a meeting my father to see the witches and vampires with the Dragon Representative of America, Jake and one of the supernatural world's ambassadors.... May I also request him to attend for security watch?"

Bea thinks for a moment as she stares at her best witch friend. The leader wants to have a conversation with her, however seeing the efforts Ivy have put to help her girlfriend and her teammates, showed that she have a lot of plates in her hands. Maybe for another day.

"Sure, but on one condition," Bea accepted. "Only on the sideline, not in the frontline."

Ivy nod. "Okay," she said in a flat tone and giving her a thumb up.

Bea Grey (mentioned) and Stella Thorsdottir (mentioned) belong to @princess-lunalu

Ashanti Deol aka Ashanti Sharma (mentioned) and Marcy (mentioned) belong to @cooltmoney95

Lucius Vreedle (mentioned) belongs to @aprilbrowines

Bishop Plutonium, Chad Ferris (mentioned), Tormenta McKnight (Mentioned), and Rui Wakeman (mentioned) belong to @animeclub78

Ivy Layla Thrall, Sarah Bradley (mentioned), Asahi Z. Diaz (mentioned), and Denki A. Deol (mentioned) belong to me

Alice-Evan (mentioned) belong to @samahafiz2000

This writing prompt that help me builded this story is created by @givethispromptatry

“Your garden is impressive.”

“Thanks.”

“Are the tomatoes waving at me?”

“Yeah, they do that. You should probably wave back. They get angry if you don’t.”

[marauder-misprint]

Ministry Party

Sirius Black x fem!Slytherin!reader

series masterlist

5.6k words

cw: swearing, fluff, Y/N

All of the Slytherin girls were going home for Christmas so your train compartment was packed like usual. Beatrice was gushing over her parents’ plans to take her to Paris during the break and how she planned on meeting a Beauxbaton boy for some holiday romance. Cora and Pandora were listening intently, but you stared out the window. You weren’t really interested in the love story that wasn’t likely to happen. After a while, Dorcas excused herself, saying something about going to find Marlene’s compartment. 

“So, Y/N, do you have any plans for break?” Cora asked once the door slid shut. 

“Mum and Dad are a bit pissed about my grades so probably studying? Bit dull, I know,” you said uninterested. 

What else were you supposed to say? Your parents might host a party where you’ll get drunk and grounded for the rest of break? You weren’t traveling. You didn’t daydream about meeting some boy on the streets around your house. If you were lucky, your mum would take you shopping so you could get gifts for everyone. More likely than not, you’d spend most of the break in your house, doing nothing too exciting. 

Cora frowned with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, what’s no fun. Bea, you should abduct her! Take her to Paris with you!”

Beatrice smiled. “Yeah! Oh, you’d love it! It’s beautiful and the food and the wine!”

“I’d be forever in your debt if you stole me away,” you replied teasingly, although you did want to stop her from ranting on and on about the wonders of Paris again. “I’ll be lucky if I get to leave my neighborhood. No way Mum’s letting me leave the country.”

“Evan and I’ll be home. You should come visit,” Pandora says. “Wouldn’t be leaving the country.”

You gave a haughty laugh at that. “Oh, please. Do we need to cover how my parents can be? My mum would say she never gets to see me and I see you all term. It’s no use.”

“That’s not very hopeful,” Pandora scolded.

“My home isn’t hopeful. It’s where hopes go to die.”

The air in the compartment seemed to thicken. It felt like you had revealed a part of your home life that you usually kept behind closed doors. You didn’t know what they expected though. You stole from just about every store you went into and from people you thought needed to be taught a lesson. You had an ability to get alcohol and hide it somewhere in Hogwarts. You got a few bad grades and now your entire break would likely be forced revisions with your father telling you that your grades are a reflection of your future income; he had been a top student in all of his muggle schools. He would tell you that he didn’t get to where he was by slacking off. 

“Now that I think of it, I can’t say Evan will be around all of break,” Pandora mused out loud after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. 

“Junior?” Cora asked.

“Junior,” she confirmed.  “Ev never brings him around and I know they don’t go to Junior’s. Not actually sure where they go…”

“Don’t you have twin telepathy or something?” Beatrice asked.

The three girls laughed. You sat in silence, thinking about all the snide comments your parents would make. You were flexing your hands and cracking your knuckles unconsciously. Or maybe you did realize that you were doing it. It was somehow soothing. The repetitive pops from your fingers was a quiet symphony to you.

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As you had predicted, being at home wasn’t a picnic. Your father gave a rant about grades and how important they were. Your mother said it was a blessing that Professor Slughorn didn’t drop you from his Slug Club. They insisted you revise everything that was covered in the semester. After the first two days back, however, the house was eerily quiet. You received and responded to letters from your room. You studied. You would reread spell books on the couch in the conservatory. Your mother would bring you the occasional cup of tea, but you knew it was more to check on your progress than an act of kindness. 

“Y/N, come on! We need to get going!” your mum called up the stairs on Christmas Eve. 

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom. It had been a while since you wore an actual dress. You wore skirts at school, but this was different. Your mother had picked it out, along with a pair of heels. It felt like a bit much. You looked through your jewelry box and frowned. Nothing looked like what you were picturing in your head to go with the dress. Then you remembered your school jewelry box that was at the bottom of your trunk. You dig it out and unlock it. You let out a small laugh as you hold up Williams’ necklace before putting it on. It looked perfect. You glance at Regulus’ ring. No. You relocked the box and grabbed a few rings from your normal jewelry collection.

You poked your head out of the door. “Mum! Can I borrow some earrings?”

You hear her sigh impatiently. “Yes, but be quick!”

You hurried into your parents’ room and took a quick look through her boxes. You grabbed the first pair of silver hoops that you could find. Then you met your mother by the front door. 

“Oh, that’s a lovely bracelet. When’d you get that?”

You looked down at your wrist. It was the tennis bracelet from Madam Malkin’s.

“Not sure. Found it in my room over the summer,” you answered.

The two of you got into the car where your father was waiting for you. 

“So, it’s Christmas Eve. I’m dressed up. You’re both very dressed up. Where are we going?” you asked from the back seat.

“You haven’t told her yet? No wonder she willingly got into the car,” you dad said, giving you a look in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

You did not like the sound of that.

“We are all going to the Ministry’s Christmas party,” your mother said shortly.

You let out a groan and threw your head back against the headrest. “I should’ve stayed at school!”

“Y/N…” your mother warned.

No one spoke for the rest of the drive. Your father put on music at some point to break up the silence. The Christmas party was for sucking up to some of the Ministry’s biggest donors and influences. It was stuffy and boring. None of your friends were ever there and the bartenders were determined to only serve those of age. Worst of all, you didn’t have a room you could easily retreat to to avoid it all. 

When you arrived and your parents got out of the car, you stayed seated. You didn’t even unbuckle. Your mother opened your door and glared. 

“Come on, Y/N/ Out.”

“No,” you said with a softness to your voice. “I’m good here. I’ll see you when it’s over.”

“Darling, listen to your mother. You’re coming in,” your father insisted. 

He reached in and unbuckled you. You let out a noise of protest. Then he put his arm around you and forcibly removed you from your seat. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop!”

Another couple arriving gave your family odd looks as they walked up to the building.

“You need to learn to carry yourself like a proper young lady or you’ll never get any respect,” your mother snapped at you. “That includes going to events you don’t want to be at. You must act respectable tonight. These are my employers!” 

You rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll just burn high society to the ground.”

Your mother chose to ignore your comment. She led you and your father into the building, greeting her coworkers and the event workers politely. Your father walked slightly behind you to make sure that you didn’t make a run for it. Once inside and without coats, he took his wife’s arm and walked with her, leaving you to either follow them or make it on your own. You scanned the room. Like usual and as expected, you saw no one your age. You recognized a few people from your parents’ smaller parties. You sighed. Then you realized that you lost your parents in the crowd. Apparently, if you stop walking for a moment, they speed off without you, despite saying they would keep an eye on you to make sure you behaved. You spotted a bench just off to the side. That would be your spot for the evening, you thought. As you sat down, you tried to suppress the urge to bang your head against the wall. 

“Orion and Walburga Black! Welcome!” you heard an event work say.

“You brought your sons, how lovely,” one of your mother’s coworkers said.

“Yes, they’re getting old enough to attend these events now,” a voice that must have been Walburga said. 

“Turning into young gentlemen,” Orion added, pride in his voice. 

“Welcome, Regulus and Sirius!” the event worker said. 

That made you want to bang your head against the wall even more. You turned your head just in time to see the family walk forward. You could see them all exchanging words, but in hushed tones. You assumed the boys didn’t want to be here as much as you did. Then you saw both of them spot you at the same time. You pretended not to see them, leaning back on the bench and closing your eyes.

“I see a classmate,” Sirius said smoothly, his voice no longer hushed. “I’ll find you when it’s time to go.”

“Go with him,” Walburga instructed Regulus. “Keep him out of trouble.”

With your eyes shut, you didn’t see him nod and follow his brother toward you. They stood in front of you with their hands in their pockets. They stood there in silence for a moment as you kept your eyes shut. You knew they were standing there, but you hoped they would leave if you ignored them. 

“Y/N,” Sirius said. 

You opened your eyes slowly. 

“Maybe I was asleep?” you suggested flatly, looking from one brother to the other. “Not buying it? Eh, worth an attempt.”

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asked coldly. 

“Mum works for the Ministry. I’ve told you.”

Sirius gave his brother a sideways glance.

“Been to this event before?” he asked, sitting down on your left. 

Regulus sat down on your right. You felt awkward and could feel yourself blushing. You would have endless questions from your mother if she managed to see you like this.

“Sadly, yes. I’ve managed to get out of a few, but, alas, not this year.”

“How… how long is it?” Regulus asked. 

“Feels like twenty questions. You two have 17 left. But at least until 10. If they can’t get people to clear out, it goes longer.”

“What do we do?” Sirius asked.

“Sixteen,” you counted. “I usually do whatever I can do to pass the time. Rubbing elbows with Ministry members and who they consider as elite isn’t really my cup of tea.”

The ‘who they consider as elite’ made Regulus uncomfortable. You knew it would and it was only confirmed by him shifting in his seat. Sirius, however, seemed unfazed by it.

“Food? Drink?” Sirius questioned.

“Food is passed around on trays. Not horrible. Desserts are top tier. Drinks, you have to go through the bartenders at their stations.”

“Hm, that’s not going to do,” Sirius said, standing up. “Care to dance?”

He held out a hand to you. You just stared at it. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the expression on Regulus’ face; it wasn’t pleasant. You took Sirius’ hand and he led you to the dance floor. 

“Any reason we just left your brother on the bench?” you asked him, casting a quick glance back to were Regulus was still sitting.

The younger boy’s face was stoney. Sirius laughed as he took your waist. Automatically, your arms went around his neck. You swayed to the slow song that was playing. 

“Oh, he’ll get over it. He would like to rub elbows with the Ministry-deemed elite. And from what I’ve heard, you and I, we’re cut from the same cloth.”

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “And what have you heard?”

“That you got Hog’s Head to serve you something other than butterbeer and then left after he found out you’re not pureblood.”

You scoffed. “Is that all? Because I’m sure as hell more than that.”

“Let me think,” he paused. “You’re the source of the drinks at Slytherin parties. You defended that Hufflepuff at the beginning of the year.”

Your hand came down to touch the necklace you stole because of that event. 

“You’re not too bad at school, and people like you.”

“You have to be liked to be in the Slug Club,” you said, unimpressed.

The music changed to a waltz and you both changed how you were holding each other.

“I don’t think being in the Club is your entire goal.”

“It’s not. Getting out alive is.”

“Huh…” Sirius said with a chuckle. “Who’s trying to kill you at Hogwarts?”

“Well, no one right now. That’s the perk of being well-liked.”

“I suppose it would be. I also know that you’re pretty and I’ve told as much. I told you that before Reg even asked you out.”

“You were drunk out of your mind,” you reminded him. “I could smell the whiskey on you before you got in my personal space.”

Sirius laughed. “And what I wouldn’t give to be that drunk again. Gives a little extra confidence-”

“Not that you need it,” you cut him off.

“If there’s more to you than being a half blood, then there’s more to me than my confidence.”

You looked over where Regulus had been sitting. He was no longer there. You assumed he went to find his parents or talk up some higher up Ministry worker. You noticed that several people were watching you and Sirius as you traveled around the dance floor.

“Where did you learn to dance anyways?” you asked him.

“Mother had me ‘n’ Reg take private lessons over the past few summers. You?”

“I went to a few classes two summers ago. Mum wants me to be a well-rounded young lady,” you laughed. “She still won’t drop it.”

“You’re well rounded in some parts,” he leaned in to whisper.

“Oh fuck off!” you scoffed. “Don’t make me slap you when you were actually being tolerable.”

“What do you mean by actually being tolerable? I’m a constant delight.”

“Maybe to Potter and Lupin and Petticoat.”

“Pettigrew.”

“Whatever. You say you’re more than your confidence but then you showcase your ego that’s up your arse.”

“Like you don’t have an ego?”

“My ego is earned.”

Sirius laughed.

“Besides a handful of house points, what’s your ego for?”

“Being liked and being able to handle it.”

He rolled his eyes, causing you to glare at him. You couldn’t believe you were still dancing, but you couldn’t seem to let go of him.

“That doesn’t earn you an ego. There has to be something more. I can earn house points. People like me. I can handle it. What’s the difference between you and me?”

“I… I… I’m not obnoxious when I’m being myself,” you found yourself saying.

The song ended and you took the opportunity to let go of him. You hurried off the dance floor and disappeared into the sea of people. Sirius stood still in the middle of the dance floor, watching you run away from him. Part of him wanted to follow you and get a real answer for why you thought you were better than him. By the time he decided that he did want to go after you and reached the edge of the crowd, you were long gone. He sighed and pushed his way through people. He kept an eye out for Regulus or his parents. It felt right that he should be avoiding them; it’s not like he wanted to be associated with them anyways. Unless someone was saying ‘the Blacks’ son, the one that’s nothing like them.’

You saw Regulus talking to the head of the Department of Magical Transportation. Your mother complained about him a bit; he was a source of plenty of paperwork. They seemed deep in conversation, which made you smile. You did admire how he could put aside his feelings to get down to business. But, like Sirius said, you just weren’t cut from the same cloth. You could tolerate each other most of the time, but his stance on blood status was a real killer. You turned to walk in the opposite direction.

“It must be my birthday,” you muttered to yourself, smiling. 

A full glass of wine was left unattended at a table. You casually walked over and picked it up. You took a sip and grimaced. It wasn’t your favorite nor a drink you would pick out for yourself in just about any other situation, but when you weren’t being served by the bartenders, you took what you could get. Holding the glass close to your chest, you walked away from the table and back towards the bench where you had originally been sitting. You involuntarily held your breath until you saw it. No Sirius nor Regulus nor your parents in sight. Coast was clear. You sat down and watched the people on the dance floor. When a song that required ballroom dancing or a waltz or something similar, it was amazing how many people flocked to the floor. If it was something more modern or something without well-known choreography, the floor emptied out more. You could tell that one group of younger employees were the interns your mother told you about. They joined the floor when the older songs ended and moderns stuff played, as they should, you thought. 

“So, you found yourself a drink. Thought they didn’t serve underage people,” Sirius said, leaning against the wall next to your bench.

“Go away, Black. Didn’t you get the hint that I was done with you?”

“Ah, that’s the problem though. I wasn’t done talking to you and, well, I get what I want.”

You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. He had loosened his tie and his shirt was less tucked than it originally was.

“Fine,” you said curtly. “Talk. Can’t promise I’ll respond.”

He took a seat on your left, just like before, except this side, he was sitting sideways with his right leg propped up so he could rest his arm on his knee and be facing you. You returned your gaze to the dance floor. 

“I want a real answer for why you’re better than me. Not obnoxious? Please.”

“I never said I was better than you. I said my ego was earned.”

“Same difference.”

“I don’t intentionally piss people off. I don’t purposefully make fools of people. I don’t step too far out of line.”

“You wore Regulus’ ring after things went south between you,” Sirius said.

Your breath hitched. You had to look at Sirius. How had he known? His grey eyes were boring holes into the side of your head so when you turned to look at him in surprise, he was already staring very deeply. A knowing smile appeared on his face when he saw your surprise.

“At a loss for words?”

You pressed your lips together as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“No,” you said coldly. You tried to steel your expression into something blank. “I just don’t recall which ring you’re talking about.”

A lie, but you didn’t know how much the brothers talked.

“Regulus give you more than one?”

“He never gave me a ring.” Not a lie.

“So you just happen to have a silver ring with emeralds in the same design as one my uncle gave Regulus, huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“And you just happen to have the same necklace that I’ve seen that seventh year wear?”

His eyes flicked down to your necklace and back up to your eyes. You frowned. There was no way Sirius knew. How could he know? Sure, the girls knew about your sticky fingers, but that was it. You studied Sirius’ handsome face instead of responding.

Then his expression changed. 

“Oh. He never gave you that ring.”

Sirius was connecting the dots. 

“He found out that you’re not pureblood and now you have that ring.” He paused and you swore you could see the gears turning in his head. “That girl nearly attacked a Hufflepuff and you have that necklace. And the bartenders aren’t serving you yet you have a wine glass…”

“What about it?” you asked, trying your best to keep your voice level as if that would somehow convince Sirius that he was wrong when he was absolutely correct.

“You fancy yourself a vigilante,” he said nonchalantly. He said it like an off-handed comment that meant nothing. His grin widened with a knowing glint in his eyes. “Told you we’re cut from the same cloth.”

You rolled your eyes before taking a sip from your glass. You swirled the liquid around. Part of you regretted responding to Sirius when he asked why you thought you were better than him. Now he knew too much. He took the glass out of your hand and had a sip himself. You snatched it back, giving him an annoyed look.

“Get your own,” you grumbled.

“Darling, you know I can’t. Unless you tell me where you got yours.”

You sighed, but maybe this would get him to leave you alone.

“Found it on a table. It’s the only way to do it around here.”

Sirius stood up and stretched dramatically. Then he held out his hand to you again.

“Help me find one.”

You lazily looked up at him with a confused look. 

“It wasn’t a question, love.”

The look changed from confused to annoyed in a flash. He reached to grab your free hand and pulled you up.

“No need to be rough,” you snarled.

“Come on,” he said, his smile never leaving his face. “Hanging out with me? Helping me find my own drink? Gotta be better than sitting by yourself.”

You drained the glass before setting it down on the bench.

“Let’s find me another one too, then.”

You were conflicted with how you felt about Sirius never dropping your hand as he led you through the throngs of people. Whenever you got too close to his parents or Regulus, he pulled you in the other direction and you did the same when you got too close to your own parents. 

“I’ll never hear the end of it if they see me with you,” you hissed at him, earning a hearty laugh from him. 

“They can recognize a Black from a singular glance?”

“No. You’re just a boy.”

After a few circles of the tables, you both had collected new drinks. Sirius had yet to drop your hand. He pulled you back toward the bench where all of this had begun, but then he kept walking. He turned down a hallway and through a door; you were dragged with him. He certainly had an iron grip. After going down another hallway, he opened another door.

“Perfect,” he said as he let your hand go at last.

You followed him into the room. It looked like a normal conference room. There was a long table down the middle of the room with chairs along its edges and a podium at the front of the room. Sirius took a seat and gestured to the chair next to him. You wordlessly sat in it. It didn’t take Sirius long to become comfortable; he rested his feet on the table as he leaned back in his chair. You, being in a dress and heels, kept your feet on the ground, although they were outstretched in front of you and crossed at the ankles. 

“Did you just… assume there was a room somewhere?” you asked. 

“Every good host knows to have rooms where people can disappear to,” he said, throwing his head backwards to shake out his hair. And then he ran a hand through it. “And, believe it or not, the Ministry has to be a good host.”

“I think there are different definitions of good host, Black,” you said.

You were about to go into a tangent about how your parents locked the spare room and their bedroom for parties. If someone needed a lay down, they would have to find your parents or risk being found in the kid’s room. However, you didn’t feel like explaining about all the parties your parents hosted to another Black. Having done so with Regulus was enough and that was on a date. This was… survival? You were doing whatever you could to pass the time. You looked around the room and decided that staying on the bench might have been a better idea. At least then you’d have something to entertain you.

“What’s with the sour look?” Sirius asked.

You frowned. “Nothing to be entertained by in here.”

He laughed. “Babe, I’m right here!”

“Do not. Call me. Babe.”

“Ooh, struck a nerve, did I?”

You made to stand up but Sirius stuck his arm out, stopping you. 

“Sorry. Won’t call you that again. Just trying to have fun.”

You rolled your eyes and adjusted in your seat. 

“So tell me ‘bout yourself.”

“Why?”

“To make conversation with the lovely girl in front of me?”

You shot him a disbelieving look.

“To pass the time?” he offered. 

“You could tell me about you instead. You love attention, don’t you? Love talking about yourself?”

Your voice was teasing but Sirius knew you meant to be insulting. 

“Tell me about this date you went on with little ickle Reggie. I only get so much from the rumors that go ‘round the castle, you know.”

You gave a soft laugh with a shake of your head. This guy. You lightly scratched your forehead.

“Uh, sure. Fine. Whatever,” you mumble. “There were two, actually. Watched a quidditch match and then explored the Hogwarts wall.”

You paused and looked at Sirius. You were surprised to see that he was staring at you, rather than literally anywhere else in the room or out the windows. He doesn’t say anything, but he gave you a smile to encourage you to go on.

“Then we went to Hogsmeade together. And it was going fine. Went to the Hog’s Head and just talked. It was fine. Until blood status came up and he told me to get off my soap box because I’m a pureblood so obviously I can’t talk. And I had to correct him, because I’m not. And he got quiet. You could tell… I could tell it was going to be an issue so I paid and left.”

The room filled with quiet as you stopped talking. 

“And then you got yourself a pretty little ring.”

You exhaled loudly through your nose.

“Yeah. I got myself a pretty little ring. Happy to know that about me?” 

“It’s an interesting tidbit, that’s for sure. You know, I have a matching ring. Red for Gryffindor though.”

“Great, so I’ll throw mine into the Thames next change I get.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “You’ll throw Regulus’.”

“It’s mine now. I don’t give things back.”

“Then why bother throwing it?”

“Because you have a matching one.”

“It’s not like anyone would know.”

“I’d know and that’s enough.”

The room got quiet again. You swirled your drink round and round in your glass. You were nursing it because you knew the moment you finished it, you’d want to leave the room to get another. Leaving the room wasn’t really the bad part. It was the likelihood that Sirius would follow you out. You stared at your drink in between sips. Sirius really had picked a boring room.

Because you were so focused on your glass and refusing to look anywhere else, Sirius stared at you unnoticed. It was almost like back at school. Only this time, he had an advantage. He was close to you. He could see the freckles on your arms. He could see the few loose strands of hair that were falling from your updo. He could see the eyeshadow you had on for the party. He could see your lipstick fading a little bit more with every sip you took and every time you moistened your lips. 

After a while, Sirius chuckled. A thought had occurred to him and he was about to share it with you.

“You know, I-” he started to say before the room’s door swung open. 

Both of you turned to see who it was.

“There you are,” Regulus’ cold voice rang through the room. It wasn’t a yell but the emptiness of the room made it bolder than it really was. 

Sirius groaned as his brother entered the room and took a seat a few chairs down from you.

“Tired of the Ministry elite?” Sirius asked, his voice suddenly colder compared to when he was talking to just you.

“Mum told me to keep an eye on you,” he answered monotonously. “Saw you come this way and you didn’t come back.”

“Mummy’s little pet, aren’t you?”

“Wait,” you said, sitting up straighter. You suddenly remembered hearing at some point that Sirius had run away over the summer. “Why are you even here?” 

Your question was pointed at Sirius, but neither boy spoke.

“You’re living with the Potters now, aren’t you? Why the hell are you here?”

Regulus laughed. It was colder, harsher than you recalled. 

“The dumbass forgot something in his room. He came back to get it and well, Mother has a way with persuasion.”

You looked from boy to boy. Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his chair. It was probably the first time you saw him uncertain and almost squeamish. His body language wasn’t the confident boy you were becoming acquainted with, but he glared daggers at Regulus in an oh-so-familiar way. Regulus’ expression was slightly amused. You felt the need to break up the silence that was building between the boys. 

“Something important enough to go back for, but not enough to have been packed the first time,” you said with no real purpose. 

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“What was it? I didn’t hear,” Regulus said. He sounded so casual in comparison to Sirius.

“It… it doesn’t matter. I have it now and once we leave, I’m going back to the Potters.”

The room filled with thick silence again. You returned your gaze to your cup. With a Black brother on each side, you felt like you were sitting in the middle of a war zone. You only sort of knew what the war was about, which made it all that much worse. How do you defuse a bomb when you only know one of the wires? 

You’re not sure how much time passes between the last time anyone spoke and when you finish your glass. When you place it on the table in front of you, Regulus stands up and gives Sirius a stoic look.

“We better find Mother and Father.” A trained formality took over his way of speaking, as if preparing to talk to the adults again rather than peers. “Then you can go back to your family.” Bitter venom dripped off the last word.

Sirius nodded and stood up. He followed Regulus out of the room and you were left alone in the room. You sighed. But then the door opened again.

“I thought you were leaving?” you said, looking up at Sirius as he walked back into the room. 

He closed the door behind with extreme care to ensure that it didn’t make any noise.

“Regulus doesn’t know you stopped following him, does he?”

“There’s something I need to say first.” 

He had thought about it. He wasn’t going to say what he had intended when Regulus joined them without invitation. He needed you to know something else. 

“Okay, so say it,” you said, waving your hand in the air to say ‘go on, get it out.’

“I really do think you’re pretty. And you probably are better than me, earning that ego of yours. And that takes a lot for a person to do. But you did get immediately between the seventh year and the Hufflepuff. You did it before anyone else really knew what was going on. I didn’t know that you were the one Regulus liked right away, but once I did, I started to look for what he saw in you. And I found it. I see it. And that’s why I can’t leave just yet.”

Your eyes went wide as he approached you and put a hand under your chin. Then he leaned down to kiss you. It was sweet. Soft. Momentary. Then he straightened and headed back toward the door. He opened it and paused, looking back at you.

“Think about me,” he said before leaving to find Regulus and his parents.

You just sat there. A dumbfounded look was etched into your features at what had just happened. You needed to process it. You didn’t understand how you went from two dates with Regulus months ago to a kiss with Sirius. You thought about what Sirius had said. That he looked for what Regulus saw in you and then he found it. So they had talked about you, or at least about a girl Regulus liked, and then Sirius put two and two together. You also wanted to know what he left behind and went back for, and what their mother had said to Sirius to persuade him to attend this event with them.

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