#frank left him for home smh

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

what was frank and wally's reaction to poppy waking up in the lights out au :3

i've been imagining that she wakes up While wally is bringing everyone back to the storeroom after a play. i bet there was a long moment of shocked staring before poppy started panicking...

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Six]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans,

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 2130

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress

Notes: ask if you want tagging. Also i didnt want to do this but no one in hp has grandparents apparently like? why was petunia the only one left smh

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Sirius stood under the scorching water of the shower allowing its warmth to seep into his bones, warming him from the outside in. The boys and girls had gone their separate ways. Whilst James had rabbitted on to him about the new Quidditch move he had been devising Sirius nodded along though he wasn't really listening. Luckily for him, Peter held onto every word that James uttered so his presence wasn't too missed when he excused himself to the bathroom.

Though his hand stung when he held it under the water he did so anyway allowing the warm water to clean away the dried blood and mud that had clung to the gash in his hand. As the water started to run clear his mind went to Daisy, as it often did, though his worry had lessened a little bit after seeing her today. She looked better. Not one hundred per cent herself but close enough it made him feel better.

As the water started to become a little cooler he decided to hop out, grabbing a towel as he did so. Wrapping it around his waist he left the bathroom a plume of steam following him. ‘Bloody hell mate, save some hot water for the rest of us,’ James said, pushing up onto his elbows from where he had been lying on the bed. ‘There’s plenty left,’ Sirius said sitting down on the armchair in the corner of the room. Since the boys had come Sirus had vacated the spare room he had been permanently occupying and bunked in with James. ‘How’s the hand?’ James said. ‘Not too bad, where are the boys?’ Sirius countered. ‘They got changed and went for some lunch, they didn’t want a shower,’ James said. ‘Yeah, lucky for them neither of them got chucked off their brooms into the mud,’ Sirius said. ‘Yeah, and lucky for you neither of them mentioned that bit of the story to Daisy eh?’ James said. ‘What you’d rather I’d tell her the truth?’ ‘Maybe you should,’ James said. ‘You saw her face when I told her about the bat splintering I didn't think I needed to add that after hitting it out of the park I fell 20 feet off my broom.’ ‘Caught by me,’ James said. ‘Yeah, two people rescued from danger. You’re a hero mate,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘And I can’t even brag about it,’ James said. ‘Well I’m sure Lily’s very grateful,’ Sirius said with a wry smile. ‘I’ll take that as compensation eh?’ James said with a cheeky grin. ‘Maybe you should ask for a kiss at midnight tomorrow, huh?’ Sirius said. ‘I’d like to start the year without a dead arm but sure,’ James said rising from the bed. ‘I don’t know,’ Sirius shrugged, ‘she seems a lot more lenient with you these days.’ ‘Speaking of, how's the plan on telling Dais going?’ James said. ‘It’s not the time,’ Sirius said. ‘Mate,’ James sighed. ‘She’s just lost her parents. Hardly the time to be burdening her by bearing my soul is it?’ ‘I don't know,’ James said, ‘I just feel like you’re making excuses. You’ve gotta tell her some time and god knows she could do with some good news right about now.’

Before Sirius could argue James walked off into the bathroom. He sighed. Should he tell her? It wasn't as if he hadn't already planned to do it tomorrow. But that was before everything had happened. Was it fair to Daisy to laden her with this whilst she was grieving?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sounds of voices below in the hall. He jumped up and grabbed a pair of boxers and trousers, quickly slipping them on under his towel. He borrowed a t-shirt from James' drawers and then slipped a jumper on over it, feeling a little cold after sitting in his towel for so long, and then he headed downstairs following the noise. Daisy, Lily, Remus and Peter were sitting at the kitchen island with mugs of hot chocolate in front of them and a tray of sandwiches in the middle. He slid into the seat beside Daisy who smiled at him before turning back to Remus who was telling them about his Christmas.

‘I’d only gotten to the bit where the Gandalf and Saruman are going to fight when my Dad insisted we go and see my grandma and forbid me to bring it,’ Remus said. ‘Oh my god, you’re nearly at one of my favourite parts!’ Lily said. ‘What’s this?’ Sirius said. ‘Some boring book Lily bought Rem for Christmas,’ Peter said. ‘It’s not boring!’ Remus and Lily protested in unison. ‘You say that but until Sirius came in I was asleep with my eyes open,’ Daisy chuckled. Sirius smirked. ‘God forbid we try and inject a bit of culture into our group,’ Lily grumbled. Daisy smiled at her though Lily seemed to miss the way she had included herself in with her sister's friends. ‘Don’t bother Lil,’ Remus said, ‘I’ve tried for the past six years.’ ‘We have culture!’ Peter protested. ‘Yeah, Dais and I have a good knowledge of every muggle rock band,’ Sirius said. ‘Yeah, and Sirius and James could tell you every single winner of the quidditch world cup since 1874,’ Daisy said, ‘you’re just snobby.’ ‘Who’s snobby?’ James said coming into the kitchen. ‘These two,’ Daisy said. ‘We’re not snobby!’ Lily said, ‘but I am happy to change my stance on the remark, you’re very cultured.’ ‘Hoorah,’ Peter chuckled.

James sat down and was immediately flanked by two house elves who gave him a plate of sandwiches and a hot mug of tea. He took a small sip and winced as the boiling beverage seared his tongue before he said, ‘Well whether we have culture or not won't matter when all of the wizarding world's high society rock up here tomorrow night.’ ‘Yeah but having Pete talk to the minister of magic about the ins and outs of gobstones rules might be a laugh,’ Sirius chuckled. As Daisy looked at them laughing about the party she realised she had completely forgotten about it.

She felt comfortable seeing people as long as it was the few currently under this roof. The thought of other people though made an icy pit form in her stomach. Sirius seemed to notice the way she had frozen next to him and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She caught him looking and smiled though it was weak. Her gaze dropped to her mug which she picked up in order to have something to do. The gang talked a bit more about the party, though Daisy neglected to participate, and planned about what they were going to do once released from their obligations. Sirius noted her quietness but said nothing, he was going to have a word with her later. He had to.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to speak to her much as Fleamont and Euphemia returned home shortly after and insisted the children helped prepare for the party tomorrow. James grumbled that they and the house-elves could get everything done much quicker with magic but Euphemia insisted they do it which Daisy found helpful, as it kept her mind occupied. Whilst the boys put up decorations in the drawing room the girls helped Euphemia make plates and plates of nibbles and finger foods ready for tomorrow.

As evening fell everyone had found a rhythm in which to work which meant each job was ticked off of the list in quick succession. Just as Lily and Daisy finished filling the dozens of vol au vants they had made Fleamont popped his head around the kitchen door informing them that dinner was ready. The girls wrapped up the rest of the food and followed him to the dining room where everyone was sitting already, mountains of food already laid out.

‘Come on girls,’ Euphemia said on the end of a chuckle, ‘I’m surprised these boys haven’t had my hand off.’ ‘We’re growing lads,’ James protested. ‘Yeah, and we worked till our fingers bled,’ Peter ribbed. ‘I’m surprised we’re not skin and bone,’ Sirius added as the girls descended into their seats. ‘And here I was always told having a girl would be hard work,’ Fleamont chuckled. ‘They’re good as gold dear I always said that,’ Euphemia chuckled smiling at the twins. ‘I’ll not take this to heart, eh?’ James chuckled. ‘I always said you’d look good as a girl,’ Remus said.

Lily blushed deep crimson at the indirect compliment whilst Daisy dropped her gaze to her plate. As the boys took their entrance as a cue to tuck in Daisy thanked her lucky stars the conversation was directed off in another direction as she had felt that familiar pang of grief crept up on her once more. She didn't know why. That morose feeling had barely even touched her today but the normality of a family dinner, the laughing and joking washed her with sadness.

She recalled a memory, from years ago when her parents had been joking about having another baby. They said they had always wanted three children but the twins had gotten them there a little quicker than planned. They talked about having a boy, something Daisy was elated about being a tomboy. Where Petunia and Lily abhorred the thought of having another Daisy-like sibling. She smiled as she remembered the younger years of her life, when she and her dad would spend hours together playing football in the garden or when he would take her fishing with him even though she could never sit still long enough to catch anything. She thought about how all of that had disappeared once they had gone to Hogwarts. They’d never meant to drift apart but spending three quarters of the year at school meant that spending time with one other became harder and harder. Had her Dad missed his tomboy when she morphed into the woman she was? Had her mother told Petunia how she missed them but never let on when they were home?

Had they been upset when she didn't come home for Christmas last year? Did Lily tell them that instead of spending time with them she chose to spend it here, with her friends?

Her brain was spiralling, she had zoned out unaware that Euphemia had said something to her and Lily was now nudging her trying to get her attention. As she came to she realised everyone was looking at her, awaiting an answer she couldn't give. Sirius was watching her from across the table, his brow furrowed in worry. As the hand squeezing her heart got tighter she felt weaker which meant the glass she didn't realise she had been holding slipped from her glass and collided with the fine china plate, splintering both into pieces.

‘Daisy are you okay?’ Fleamont said. ‘Dais?’ Sirius said urgently but Daisy didn't say anything. Instead, she slid from her chair, unresponsive to the chatter around her and ran from the room. Lily stood up as she disappeared from the room making to follow her twin but Euphemia stood also and looked at the redhead with a sympathetic smile. ‘I think it’s probably best if we leave her be sweetheart,’ the older witch said gesturing for her to sit back down. With a flourish of her wand, the plate and glass restored themselves into their normal forms and flew back into the welsh dresser. Lily nodded and sat down quietly though her appetite was gone all of a sudden.

‘Do you think she’s okay?’ James said sadly. ‘Grief’s a funny old thing,’ Fleamont said through a mouthful of bread. ‘Monty please don't speak whilst you’re eating,’ Euphemia chastised, ‘I’m sure she’s fine sweetheart. Probably just a little overtired.’ ‘It’s the first day she’s spent doing…well, anything since the funeral,’ Lily admitted. ‘Well that’ll be it,’ Fleamont said. ‘Yeah, I mean she’s been busy all day,’ Peter said. ‘Probably just hit her all at once,’ Remus added looking in deep thought about it. ‘Shouldn’t one of us check on her?’ Sirius said. ‘Best not, old boy,’ Fleamont said, ‘best to leave her with her thoughts for the night. There’ll be plenty of time to reopen old wounds another night better to let the lass mull it over herself.’

Fleamont was right. Daisy was going at her own pace best to leave her to it. He’d done enough by dragging her here after all. Sirius nodded though his gaze fell on James who looked at his friend suspiciously as if knowing what was rattling around in his head. Sirius shook his head in a tiny gesture but it was enough for his friend to get the picture. He wasn’t going to tell her.

Not yet.

[legendaryoikawa]

make out with med student!sakusa

warnings: slightly nsfw, profanities, grammar errors

note: requested by @henny-in-the-hamptons i hope you enjoy this, i apologize too if this took so long to be released hdhdhdhd (anyways i had to open my anatomy book and i was reviewed as well oml)

how did u guys meet:

so here’s our tall and favorite germaphobe lmao

but you love him even though he’s aloof and comes out like he doesn’t give a fuck

well he does, he hates crowds, a highkey misanthropist but he give exception doe ;))

we know who it is,,,, u hdhdbdhdbdhdbhd <333

you guys dated because u asked him out in this college party and you just wanted to shoot your shot because apparently you are crushing for him for years yet sakusa is like a fucking rock,,,, and bold of u to assume he’ll ask u out >:P

but anywaaaays,,, ur hardwork paid off especially when he pulled his mask midway down his lips

and looked at you directly and said “okay,,”

he’s cold but WHATEVER

at least you made the king agree on going out as ur date for the college party

alexa pls please play bOom Boom BOOm BOOm I wanT U IN MY RoOM skksks

and ur heart is really beating loud especially when he lean slowly to match ur height jdhdhddb

and the way the butterflies roamed in ur stomach when he dragged out the words of “okay” to you,, 

like his voice is like husky but laced with confusion and amusement?? yes okay yes.

so let us zoooooooooom at the party

it isn’t hard to spot sakusa in the college gym because he stands out in a way you don’t expect him to be

like,,,,,,,,,,,,,, homeboy has his hands tucked in his jacket, his mf mask (stan sakusa for a cute 2020) and his curls and His MOLeS JSJBDJ

it was awkward at first especially when u tried to initiate some good topics to start with him 

But HE IS DRY SMH >:(((((((((((((((((((((

but U r moRe than willing to converse w hIm no matter how DRY HE TAKES <3 

but it was heart warming for u especially when he really tried to socialize despite him hating social gatherings in general,,,,

but this is getting long but U gOt sakusa the great to confess to after u have showed to him how persistent U r no matter how hard he wipes u off with his alcohol spray

u have germs but according to him,,,,, 

“u r my only germ <333″ 

ODJBFHJVDHJVDS <333333333333333333333333 

while making out : NSFW !!!!!!

okay so,, makeouts are rare because he IS a med student and let’s be frank he has more time with his books than u

most of his classes are overloaded and he’ll come home dead tired 

or if ur lucky he’ll kiss u then go straight up to work on his assignments

but u do understand because he told u that he cannot commit his hundred percent attention to u and u were like 

“I understand”

but there are times that you will just miss him so hard and u can’t do anything about it so u just let the night slip like the usual 

but of course sakusa is well aware of this and it makes him feel bad but he tried to think of ways to make it up to u

and an idea strikes him,,,, he has an upcoming anatomy exam

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))

he will call u out like,, “hey..”

 and of course you will be so shocked because that was the first time in weeks he paid attention to you and you were like “:O,,,, oh hey babe, what’s up?”

“come here..”

“huh whereee?”

“in.my.room quick!”

and the you yeeted yourself out just to ran all the way in his room

and u were slightly nervous yet excited because,,,, ur not gullible lmao

and then you found him removing his jacket and he’s left with just his fitted top and his varsity shorts

those short SHORTS that r the fabric of sin because god ThOSE FUCkIng THIGHs?

anyways he asked if he could use u as his basis for his anatomy test 

and you were like,,,,,,,,, yeah of course

at first it was pure and serious because he will point things like

“okay his is the clavicle” while pointing at your collarbones and the way ur body shivers after his touch is just = sexual tension

and then it escalates till you ask him what is this certain bone and he couldn’t answer u because

he’s turned on big time 

and was like “fuck this shit, let me study in my own ways” while muttering deeply to himself and proceeded to grab you by the jaw :o

and begins giving you open mouthed kiss while caressing your sides 

then he pointed out,, “this is your platysma” while kissing a part somewhere in your neck 

“do u know why my fucking mouth is attacking you with kisses? it’s because the masseter is the one moving by closing the jaw by elevating the mandible”

“turn around for me”

and you did and he began running his hands thru your back

and after every muscle he names he leaves a kiss or worst a hickey because “it’s my mark so i can remember which is which”

and then he will purposely start all over again from the top of naming your body parts till you got so irritated and pulled him in 

and <3

you can feel his hands roaming around, slightly cupping your breasts while he named it as “i love your mammary gland”

it sounded wrong but scientifically it is right lmao

“we’re still not yet in reproductive system but i can advance study...”

sorry if this took long enough to create,, online classes just started and I tried to squeeze this in despite my heavy schedule lmao but anyways i am already close to 1k and im seriously happy and touched for all those who followed, and supported my fics even if they’re not the best among all,,, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much!

for those mutuals that i have talked to, i couldn’t reach out to you all because ive been busy with stuff lately but i love u all, always! anyways, i hope everyone will support the other works im planning to release in the future! love lots!

[ickle-ronniekins]

when all hope seems lost

desc: George finds himself to be lost: his business, merchandise and home have been destroyed in the war and his twin brother is still healing from a battle wound that could’ve been fatal. He’s living temporarily in a flat in a desolate looking neighborhood, and he’s desperate for anything to feel like it used to be. It seems as though all hope is lost, until he meets someone who reminds him that he’s got to endure the darkness to be able to appreciate the light.

A/N: yaknow i hate myself sometimes because whenever i just wanna write ~one fic~ i always add WAY TO MUCH INFORMATION and need to make it either a two-partner or a series smh why can’t i write shorter pieces man??? also this is me just feeding my feelings sorry.. i know some other friends need some light too so hopefully this two part (maybe more?) mini-series can help you a bit, too

pairing: george x fem!american!reader

word count: 1.9k

warning(s): mentions of war, anxiety, mental health

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When it seemed as though every bit of light had been drained from the universe, you wondered whether the pavement beneath your feet would implode, catapulting you into some other world, some other place where maybe the darkness wasn’t so evident.

George was wallowing again, letting his unhappiness swallow him whole, the happiness he always seemed to emanate now diminished by the hollowness he felt inside of his chest. What had happened to him? How had it come to this? How had he let his desires go by the way side? Why had he given into the melancholy feeling overtaking him?

You wondered whether things would ever go back to normal. Though the war had taken place in England, it hadn’t stopped the following of the most dangerous wizard in all the world to make their way to America. They’d stopped at nothing. Not that you were surprised, really. You’d heard just how awful things had been across the pond. It was no wonder that they’d seemingly wiped out half of the population and then headed for the states, looking to inflict more damage upon the Wizarding community.

A sharp honking noise came from round the bend, but George didn’t move. He stood, feet cemented firmly into the cobblestone as he peered up at his shop; or rather, what was left of it. A few measly bricks and the siding that had been blasted open, showcasing the inner lining of the shop, their flat above it, and all of the products that had been destroyed along with it. The following of Voldemort hadn’t been kind. If he’d been there, if he hadn’t been at Hogwarts, he could’ve saved it -- Fred could’ve saved it --

You peered around the desolate little street you now found yourself on. Though the war had ended, the damage was still very prominent. Here you were -- halfway around the world, no job, no home, no life plans on the horizon, for they’d been smashed to smithereens the same way your tiny little home had been. You wondered if England would be the better choice than America. A wave of doubt surged through your bones, and you very quickly scratched at your head to try and ignore it as you made your way toward your new home.

Fred was busy at the Burrow. After his almost near experience with the great beyond, Molly had insisted that he come home. He hadn’t been too resistant, actually. He reckoned he could use some time there. George, however, desperately searched for a new place -- at least for a little while. A new place for himself, until Fred got better, and they could go back to their plans. Though, now, as he angrily clenched his fists inside of his pockets, the foreboding feeling of doubt swept through his mind, and he wondered if he and Fred would ever be able to replenish all that they’d lost.

Your suitcase clicked rather annoyingly against the cobblestone. You stopped and took an exaggerated deep breath, threading your brows together as you looked up at your new home: a tiny little apartment right on the outskirts of London. It was freshly painted a very stark white; it was beautiful, but nothing like what you were used too. It wasn’t just a new apartment -- it was a whole new world. England was too far from America, and every aspect of home felt as though it were light years of miles away.

George opened up the door to the room of his new flat: it was desolate looking -- bare walls, muted colours, a sort of dryness he wasn’t fond of, and he knew Fred wouldn’t be either. There was absolutely nothing exciting about this place. He set down his trunk in the corner and stood there for a few moments, half in a sort of daze and half in denial. He then threw his jacket onto the bed and made way toward the kitchen to make himself a much needed cup of tea.

You were busy tracing your hands over countertop in the kitchen when someone scared you. A redheaded man stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with confusion as they glanced over you. He was tall and lanky; he desperately needed a haircut (or a hair taming, rather) and appeared as though he hadn’t caught much sleep in days. You stuck out your hand to introduce yourself: right. You forgot you’d be sharing a home. With a stranger. From England.

“Hi.” George’s voice sounded weirdly firm and unfriendly in his own ears. He cleared his throat a bit and forced a smile onto his face; in his desperation to find a place to temporarily live, he’d forgotten that he’d agreed to another flatmate. He slid his hand into yours and shook gently. “I’m George. Nice to meet you.”

By the puzzled look on his face, you wondered if he knew he was going to get a  roommate. A female roommate. An American female roommate. You figured probably not, because he seemed to be caught rather off guard when he walked into the kitchen and nearly froze on the spot. The startled expression cleared from his face, and he offered a rather genuine looking grin. You introduced yourself right back. “Nice to meet you.”

George found himself in a better mood when he realized that you were bound to be a good flatmate: you were tidy, didn’t have as many belongings as he’d imagined, and offered to shower either morning or night, it didn’t really matter to you -- whatever worked best for him. He was grateful to how accommodating you were being right off of the bat, especially when he felt as though his entire world was collapsing. But when he wandered past your room that first night and saw you sprawled out on the floor, hurriedly going through your belongings and peering down at what seemed to be some type of photographs, he wondered if you were possibly going through something, too. He pretended not to notice when you dabbed at your eyes.

It was nearing midnight, and you forced yourself to place back into your suitcase all photographs of your home -- or, the home you once had. It wasn’t doing you any good looking through them; if anything, it was just making the move to London that much more difficult. Suddenly, a gentle knock pulled you from your thoughts: George was standing at the entrance of your room, two cups in his hands. “I normally have a bit of tea before I head off to bed, and well.. you looked like you could use some. Hope I’m not overstepping.”

George was glad to see the grin that appeared on your face at the sight of him holding two steaming cups of tea. He watched you quickly got up from the floor and pull your hair back into a ponytail. “Thank you,” you told him, cautiously blowing on your tea to cool it. George figured now would be a good a time as any for a casual conversation, since it didn’t look like you’d be going to bed anytime soon. “So -- America? What brings you to England?”

He caught you off guard when he asked this. When you turned back around to look at him, he was casually leaning against the doorframe. His eyes looked much more awake than when you’d first met; it seems as though your foreignness had piqued his interest. Gently, you offered, “My home was destroyed. In the war. Crazy how everything that had started over here wandered all the way over to the states. Lost my job. Lost other...personal things.” You cleared your throat a bit and watched as George bit down on his lip; he seemed to understand. “Figured it was time for a fresh start, you know? New place, new adventure. Though I suppose I could’ve just moved to another state instead of across the country. But hey, England seemed as lovely a place as any, right?” You chuckled a bit before continuing, the first genuine laugh you’d had in months. “How about you? What brings you to this little apartment?”

“I’m so sorry. That’s awful.” George felt a tightness in his throat at your words. He hadn’t expected you to be so frank right off the bat. He wondered if all Americans willingly told intimate details of their lives to complete strangers. Though it was sort of strange to him, he felt as though it was an opening. He bravely took a step forward. “My reasoning isn’t any happier than yours, I’m afraid. I own a business with my brother -- the war destroyed nearly all of it and my flat above it. Fred’s back at my mum and dad’s; he was poorly hurt. I’m kind of on my own for the time being, struggling to find which way is up. That’s how I ended up here.”

“I’m so sorry.” A sudden wave of sadness took you over. You wanted to reach out and grab his hand and squeeze it, seemingly letting George know that you knew, sort of, how he felt. You’d both lost things due to the war. You’d both had to find a way to start over. You resisted the urge and instead sipped again on your tea. You lifted your eyebrows in shock. “It’s strange, the aftermath. It’s startlingly much worse over here than it is back home.”

George found himself laughing, genuinely giggling, for the first time since before the war. “England hasn’t scared you off, has it? I promise, it normally doesn’t look this bloody dismal. And, well, this little area on the outskirts of London really did take quite a hit. Not my first choice in terms of places to live, but I reckon for the time being, it’ll do.”

You swore you caught a bit of a glimmer in his eye, and you wondered how long it’d been since it had been there. George didn’t seem like a particularly melancholy kind of guy, but you knew that with his business destroyed, his brother hurt, his home demolished that he was entitled to a few (or more than a few) bad days. You peered out of your window to see the little rain covered cobblestone street, lit by nothing but the pale light of the street lamps, and breathed in gently. No, England hadn’t scared you off -- dismal looking or not. It had actually turned out to be much nicer than you’d imagined. You nodded at George, who offered up another small grin. “It’ll do.”

When George went to bed that night, he fiddled around with a few test products he and Fred had been placing the finishing touches on. He sucked in multiple breaths to stop himself from crying and just tried to remind himself constantly that they’d work it out. Fred would get better, they’d repair the damage, they’d create new products, their flat would be fixed. When he said all of it in the same breath, it sounded like too much for two blokes to handle. So he tried to focus on one thought at a time. Right. Fred will get better, after some much needed rest. George could handle being in this flat. It would give him time to work out logistics and design more products in all this new free time he had. He glanced to his bedside table and noticed a copy of The Quibbler underneath his wand, and his trunk in the corner of the room. The furnishings actually sort of reminded him of his dormitory at Hogwarts, and he chuckled to himself before shutting his eyes. Perhaps you were right. This new life? This time for all to heal? This time spent in a new flat?

It would do. It would do just fine.

[rosyerim]

bad boy au | na jaemin

na jaemin, the notorious playboy of his school

literally flirts his way out of trouble

his english teacher caught his cheating during his test and what did jaemin do? wink and slide the paper up his sleeves

“ah you must be mistaken i would never cheat on a test! esp w a teacher as pretty as you ♥ ~(◠‿◕✿)”

cue the teacher blushin and letting him off and jeno laughing at him getting caught

part of the dreamie squad obviously 

the whole group of them are absolute hearthrobs

but jaemin is like the leader ever since mark graduated ot7(╥﹏╥)o

whenever he walks down the hall or into class, guaranteed the students are squealing and highkey blushing

i mean who isn’t, jaemin is a god???

he’s also known for playing around w girls and boys

its never too serious as jaemin always cuts it off when if they say i love you

homeboy isn’t about that committed life

which sucks for the ppl he has a thing with

because he treats them so good

always taking them out on the cutest dates, to the newest cafe, the aquarium, the ice cream shop even simple dates in the park!!

 pulling out their chair for them, holding the door open for them all that gentleman ish!!

but they always want more from jaemin

jaemin is known to be affectionate w his own friends but he’s never done any pda with his flings

which confuses them bc??does jaemin like me?? 

the answer is; no

despite what he says while flirting he rarely means any of it, he just likes the reactions he gets like,

when he compliments them and they turn red

or he holds their hand and they get all shy

but he loses interest in them as quickly as he gets it and is quick to cut it off

which does make him a bit of an asshole in that sense

but he does it in such a nice way they can’t get mad

he also dyes his hair so!!much!! 

how hasn’t it fallen out yet!!!

also kind of a stoner

psa; dont do drugs kids if ur underage!! this is just an au!!!

he likes to get faded behind the abandoned carnival the dreamies have dubbed as their hangout

its rlly just a closed down amusement park thats rlly old and they just spray painted DREAM on everything they could find but the dreamies love the eerie feeling they get in ther and like to pretend they own it

AND theirs no cops around so they can do what they like

which usually means getting crossfaded or having the occasional bonfire/party but most of the time they just get a truckload of candy and challenge each other on pokemon w their nintendos lol

he also likes the feeling of his surroundings being numb and always ends up falling asleep after he finishes a blunt

which leaves a sleepy and clingy jaemin stuck w the rest of the dreamies

jaemin doesn’t let himself smoke around his flings as he doesn’t trust them nearly as much as his boys

lowkey has trust issues

but once he gets his daily dose of coffee, like 3000 shots of espresso he is A W A K E

the dreamies are the worst for almost getting in trouble

when it gets dark they usually hop on their bikes, grab two bottles of spray paint each, and go on into their neighbourhood, whilst playing obnixous dubstep from their speakers

and cause total chaos 

they always leave dogs barking and house lights turning on in their wake as they cycle like mad men down the empty streets, streaking the road with luminous pinks and greens

they get the biggest thrill out of being chased by the local police

whenever the hear the telltale siren they all whoop and laugh in unison, shouting out bets on who will get caught first chenle and who’ll get back to the hangout first renjun

it’s dangerous but they get a real kick out of it and always make sure to tweet about and post it on ig

overall jaemin is jus your average bad boy who likes causing havoc

but who doesn’t like havoc?? 

you, my dear reader :))

you had just moved house and into a completely new neighborhood

 it was your fifth day in your new home and you missed your old area a lottt

and you were highkey bitter bc you didn’t want to move but your parents made you >:((

so sunday night rolls around and you were chilling in bed, watching some dumb yt video when all of sudden in the distance you heard,,,thumping,,,

like really ugly but rhythmic thumping,,,

and it was getting louder and closer to your house

so you being all investigative, throw on your hoodie and waddle on downstairs and open your front door, the porch light turning on automatically

and what you saw was a sight

there were a group of boys cycling up and down your street, attempting to do tricks like wheelies???and shit

but as they did their tricks they were spraying the ground so they left a lot of squiggly lines as they turned and jumped

you didn’t mind that, you thought it was actually kind of pretty

but what wasn’t pretty was that hideous music

you were pretty sure they were playing that im blue dabdeeda song but a dubstepped remix version 

and god it was awful

but you kinda assumed they must have gona tone deaf bc they were screeching the lyrics to the tops of the voices and one tall kid was trying to freestyle to it

yeah, they were a sight

 you noticed none of the neighours had come outside which meant this was a normal occurrence??

oh no, you were not having this

without a second thought you shoved your feet into your uggs by the door and stomped your little butt over to the group of screaming boys

one of the boys who was on his phone on his bike, noticed you storming towards them and quickly hit another guy next to him and so on

until all their attention was on you

all six of them 

if it were your old neighbourhood you would have been flustered at their attention on you and they were good looking and you were wearing an,,,odd attire

but you didn’t care

once you reached them you just crossed your arms

“whose playing the music?”

they kinda looked at you as if you spoke another language

until you arched an eyebrow and the tall kid from earlier raised his hand, holding his phone 

“uh,,, i am,,, i’m jisung,,,”

you marched over to him and swiped his phone, ignoring the laughing from one of the boys, scrolling thru his horrible choice of songs

then one of them tapped you on ur shoulder

“so like,,who are you? whats your deal sis?”

you noted he had quite an ugly bowlcut that was also bright red and you just rolled your eyes, before typing in a decent song in jisungs phone

another kid stepped forward and tried to look menacing as he stood up slightly taller in front of you

“like haechan asked,,what’s your deal? do you know who we are?”

you scoffed and clicked on the song, feeling satisfied as frank oceans song ivy played through the speaker

“frankly i don’t care who you guys are but your taste in music is shit and you all sound obnoxious”

homeboy who tried to seem tough was lowkey shook

and haechan just laughed really sarcastically 

“our music taste is shit? your outfit is a mess” 

your outfit was literally a large hoodie and uggs but like??your mom bought them and u liked them!!

“my mess of an outfit is worth more than that tragic cheap dye job you got ontop of your scalp smh”

haechan just gaped at you while the boys tried to hide their snickers 

you were about to leave before another one of them stepped forward, stretching out his hand

“yo you’re kinda funny, i’m renjun!” 

u just stared at his hand 

“yeah cool i dont care, bye”

ohhhh cold

you had stalked off from them ignroing their oooo savages behind you, ready to slip back into bed highkey proud of yourself 

BUT

not so fast

suddenly your met with a really smiley face with pink hair

he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it giving you his usual, heart stopping smile

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before...i’m jaemin and its very nice to meet you (◕‿-)“

but you are not liking his large ass smile

you rip your hand back and just arch your eyebrow again at him

“are you all actually deaf? I am y/n, and I do not care! goodnight!” 

and off you storm, this time actually making it to your door

you spare one more glance at them as you’re closing it 

and the group are almost crying bc they’re laughing so hard at jaemin whose looking over at you 

and he just winks at as u slam the door shut 

damn reader, ur wildt

once you’re back in your room you hear the group disappearing down the street, smiling as you hear frank ocean’s voice float away slowly

you peak out your window to see if they’re all gone but what you see leaves your mouth gaping

there in a mix of luminous pink and greens, spelled out in capitals is

TILL NEXT TIME Y/N ♥

there was gona b a next time??? oh no poor you ;)

[in-love-and-jeph]

So here’s a kidfic reclist! It’s less of a reclist and more of just a list of fics for my own enjoyment... I’ve reread most of these multiple times and love them. They’re listed in order of favoritism/familiarity, but I love all of them! I’ve also included the tumblrs of authors I’m aware of. Enjoy!

**Edited because I forgot Assholes in Love by brooklinegirl smh

The Sad Dad Club by mousefrnk (@mousefrnk) // E / 85.4K /  Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Ray Toro/Mikey Way 

Ex-frontman Frank Iero is a single dad in New Jersey doing his best to raise his three girls. He meets Ray and Gerard, two dads with sons in the same class as one of his girls. Along with Gerard’s brother Mikey (who is soon to be a dad himself), they make plans to hang out every Friday, asking each other for advice and getting some much-needed adult social interaction. Thus, the Sad Dad Club is born.

The Secret Life of Bees by eudaimon (@thetiredandthedreamers) // E / 12K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Summer.

Frank and his daughter have nothing left in New York, so they hit the road and end up in the tiny town of Orpheus Falls, NY. Frank meets Gerard at a farmer's market, selling artisan honey

They start to figure things out.

Something Better by LovelyPoet // E / 18.3K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

"We all have to take jobs we don't like sometimes, you know?"

AKA - The Nanny Frank fic.

pinkish by antspaul (@girlfriend-frank) // M / 6.8K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank is a loser.

At twenty-four, he works in a dead-end job in a motel with no aspirations or goals, and the only person he ever really talks to is his infant daughter.

Gerard is a loser.

At twenty-eight, he works in a dead-end job in a gas station convenience store, and he has no idea how he's supposed to get his life back together after his disastrous early twenties from the seclusion of his parents' basement.

When an unlikely friendship arises between them, Frank doesn't realize how much he'll need an ally in the coming months. Then his daughter's maternal grandparents come into their lives, seeking custody of their grandchild. In an attempt to improve his chances in court, Frank accidentally-on-purpose fabricates a relationship with Gerard, tethering him to the situation and to Frank's daughter. // Part 1 of loser4loser

A Constant Work in Progress by onceuponamoon // E / 33.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank spends his time at Cedar Creek Elementary sucking at answering the phones, playing nurse, spinning in his chair, and avoiding glares from Principal Bryar.

His life gets turned upside down when his cousin Dani gets thrown in jail and he suddenly has custody of her three kids. Frank copes with the abrupt change with help from his mother, his friends, and this Gerard guy that he (sometimes literally) can't seem to quit running into.

Make It Loud by brooklinegirl // E / 31.3K / Frank Iero/Jamia Nestor, Gerard Way/Lindsey Way

How two assholes in love start a family. Part 5 of the Assholes in Love series

Envision The Magic by innocent_wolves // T / 69.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them.

That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank.

throw a little sparkle all over it by etben // M / 26.3K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Babies and associated ridiculousness. (A baby is left on the bus and the band takes care of her.)

Professional Healers by synonomy // E / 34.2K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Lindsey Ballato/Jamia Nestor

Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician.

In A Pretty How Town by fleurdeliser and tuesdaysgone // E / 22.6K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Single dad Frank Iero moves with his son to a new town. Everyone is nice, but the mayor, Gerard Way, is positively too good to be true.

I Know What It Means to Me by mistresscurvy // E / 9.1K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Gerard didn't go to his single parents support group expecting to find love, but it found him there when Frank showed up one week. A single dads AU.

The Edges by Go0se // T / 71.1K / Fun Ghoul/Original Female Character, Kobra Kid/Party Poison

How the youngest Fabulous killjoy found her name.

A ten year old who wasn't a spy, four adults who weren't parents, a diner no one could find on a map, a totalitarian government that kept trying, improbable geography, clothes that mattered, music that mattered, food that didn't matter all that much, and a cat who no one could figure out. Fun Ghoul tried to help; Party Poison needed to keep everyone alive; Kobra Kid was called on to dispense wisdom; Jet Star watched the perimeters. Grace... she just wanted to go home.

Crazy for You by sockpuppeteer // G / 2.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank's relief is almost palpable when there is someone home in apartment opposite, and, although mussed and a little bleary, he looks relatively friendly. And gorgeous, but Frank is definitely not focusing on that right now.

Goodnight, Mr. Moon by anoceanmonster // G / 1.2K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Christmas Eve with a family of werewolves.

A high pitched howling echoes out through the yard and their heads immediately snap to the attic window where the young boy leans out and calls in to the night. The strings of fairy lights illuminate the boy’s face with a soft glow as he stretches towards the sky and howls again.

The Lights You Make by Honestmouse (@honestmouse20) // T / 171.8K / Fun Ghoul/Party Poison, Jet Star/Kobra Kid

It's been a year since Ghoul literally stumbled onto Kobra and Party's door step.

The trio have become close in that time though just recently having begun to call themselves a crew. Ghoul and Party are helplessly attracted to each other, though for some reason denying it.

And Kobra?

Well he's just himself. A little lonely but soon he has something, or someone, to take his mind off of it.

That person however is not exactly in the best uh shape to help Kobra as he watches his brother and best friend ignore their feelings towards each other.

Also: who the hell decided it’d be a good idea to give them a baby? (rec from @whore-frank)

[dragonheadskilax]

Gonna annotate about Leon’s entire character to y’all because he’s so so good, and every time I see someone say he’s a bad character for crushing on a man who doesn’t like him back i’m >:(

An archer born in a Zofian town. His manner of speech and conduct are unmistakably similar to a young lady's. He grew up care-free thanks to his parents and their laid-back environment. He was often teased for his effeminately good looks, and he always responded with a test of skill--which he would win, improving his reflexes. He joined the army to search for someone he could devote his heart to. When Valbar decided to accompany Celica, he naturally tagged along, and provided much assistance during the journey. He has a frank personality, saying what's on his mind; he's also the type of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. After the war, he became a merchant and it's said he lived a free and happy life.

The area of Zofia do follow Mila who is known as the goddess of love so considering how Leon is sappy and having the title “True of Heart”, Leon would totally be into lovecore aesthetic.

He may act feminine, use female gendered words in other languages, and would call himself a maiden, but as far as everything else he’s crude and mean and doesn’t hold back on filtering himself even if he’s talking to a kid.

Leon left home when he was young, so considering how this game series does have a thing of making 15 year old kiddies soldiers I’m guessing he left home at around that age.

To ‘wear your heart on your sleeve’ means to be honest and openly show your feelings or emotions. He’s painfully honest and drop hints he’s not straight.

"...Blerg. I don't like sea travel, and it sure doesn't like me. I'm nauseous, I'm sunburned, and I'm wind-beaten. I look like death's damp leftovers. But YOU look fresh as a daisy, Priestess! What's your secret? ...What? Nothing? NOTHING?! But you look like a dew-dappled angel! Augh, that's so annoying... Well, youth is great and all, but don't expect it to last."

There’s that painful honesty.

He sure does focus on his looks. He’s 24, smh Leon don’t think that you’re not gonna last past 30.

"Great. We finally get off that infernal boat, and now it’s the desert. Are you doing this on purpose, Priestess? Is it personal? *sigh* I want to get out of here before I dry up like a mummy. If I turn hideous and Valbar abandons me, it’s your fault. …What did you say? …Valbar isn’t the sort to judge people by their appearance? You think I don’t realize that? I know him FAR better than you! Gods, it really throws me when you’re so rational and correct…"

Still trying hard to get noticed by Valbar.

I like how he’s saying this particular line to a 17 year old, like chill, dude. Be nice.

"When I was a kid, there was this guy that I was head over heels for. He’s the reason I enlisted, actually. Just so I could stay close to him. He died in the first battle we fought. I cried so hard, I thought my eyes were going to float clean out of my skull. Valbar saved me from that. Every time he saw me, he’d take the time to say something. Cheer me up. What can you do with a man like that but fall in love? You’re thinking I’m a tramp, aren’t you? Well, I’m not. It’s hardly my fault that the world is full of wonderful, lovable people. Such a thing really motivates one to get out there and save it."

He made a big decision to leave home and enlist to follow a guy.. Now that he fell in love with Valbar he’s doing anything to follow him, too. I guess what’s different is it had been an unrequited love, even when it was suggested that Valbar knew about it it remained as a crush. Leon loves him at a distance so then he wouldn’t get badly hurt as he once had.

Him saying he’s not a “tramp” is a bit of info I like because people tend to wanna characterize effeminate gay characters as being touchy and wanting to peek at lotsa guys (which isn’t bad but there’s more than one type of guy), but not Leon, he’s more of a yearning for a soul mate kinda guy. He’s not big on lots of physical touch unless he really likes ya. "Hey, hey, now. No more of that." “I'm a friendly fellow, but not the touchy-feely type. All right?"

talking to Valbar “Heh heh. But it's fine. Emotions come in many forms, and as you say, there's no point in hanging on. I'm still glad I have these feelings, and nothing will change that.”

A crush is totally different than being in a relationship so like... I don’t like it when people say he’s a bad character for it. It totally happens to like someone but they don’t swing that way. In Leon’s case he keeps the crush because it feels safer and sappy to have it. Even if he tries his darnest to let Valbar get the hint he Loves loves him, when nothing happens he just accepts that.

talking to Valbar “Just realizing I've been a fool for feeling sorry for myself. Compared to what you've gone through, my worries are nothing.”

Despite the ol’ “keeping his heart on his sleeve” thing Leon has a knack of keeping negative feelings to himself. Probably the type who wouldn’t admit it because it doesn’t feel as big of a deal compared to other’s. This guy needs a hug so bad.

Kamui: “Oh, you're a laugh riot. But anyway, what do you think makes a good man?”

Leon: “Hmm. That's not easily summed up in a few words, but... for starters, he should be kind, strong and mature... while maintaining a boyish innocence. He also needs to listen, but be ready to tell the hard truths when necessary.”

Kamui: “Oh, come on. No one's that perfect.”

Some people take their conversations as being odd or random information or just to express again on how Leon’s gay but I wanna turn more attention on Kamui’s motive for asking in the first place. For someone who tries to not make people take him as gay, and explicitly so in the manga, he sure do wanna know what Leon’s type is if he’s got his eyes on Valbar.

Kamui is kinda right that no one could be perfect but Leon had been describing Valbar, when like,, they’re not even in a relationship… Leon honey… don’t hurt yourself like this. This leads to their next conversation;

Kamui: It's about… what you said before. So what would you do if Valbar ended up being.. the opposite of your ideal?

Leon: Well, that's an absurd question. But in the interest of humoring you and passing the time... Well, I suppose I'd set off looking for a man who met my perfect ideal. A journey like that might actually be kind of... fun.

Kamui: I think that's the first time you and I have agreed on anything.

Kamui could probably tell that Valbar isn’t ever going to return the kind of love Leon wants, and tries to learn what Leon’s thoughts are about that. Because even if he says he doesn’t care much about anything he seems to care about Leon. On the battlefield given his specific quotes for Leon and in these conversations. Kamui tells how his luck went south ever since joining in this journey and he’s only sticking around for the money, but that job he was paid for was done a long time ago at his recruitment quest. So he seems to hang around anyway for his sense of completion on things it seems.

The word ‘journey’ is like music to Kamui’s ears considering his history. It would be a fun writing idea actually of them traveling across Valm picking guys to speed date, well, like in the manga lmaooo but wider ranged.

This would be the first time Leon speaks nicely to Kamui instead of being standoffish and harsh. Kamui sounded really relieved for that. Then when Leon says he doesn’t like him that way Kamui instantly tries to back track lol

"Hello, Kiran! I've prepared some tea. Would you care to join me? I must admit, I was anxious when you first summoned me here. Ugh, don't laugh—it's rude! I may not look worried, but I have my fair share of concern, same as anyone else. Anyway, you've proven yourself more than capable, so I suppose I don't mind sticking around. To be honest, I am eager to return home... But that can wait, I think... Care for another cup?"

He says this when level 40 in FEH. So by this point he’s well acquainted with the player. Him admitted that negative feeling is once again that thing he has of keeping feels in to not seem it’s a big issue. And him wanting to go back home…. boohoo..

(If Valbar lives) Welcomed into the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights, Leon remained at Valbar's side until an injury ended his fighting career. He then took up work as a merchant in the city market, where he lived free, happy, and dauntlessly true to himself to the last.

He better keep that good happy ending 👊

(If Valbar dies) Dealt a grievous blow by Valbar's death, Leon disappeared for a time before returning to join the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights. There, he fought with the strength of a hundred men, and later served as an instructor to new recruits, contributing greatly to the order.

It’s messed up to think of Leon losing someone he loves again….. He should not go through all that again… Where did he disappear to.. Did he turn himself from twink to a bear to take the place of what would’ve been Valbar’s job if he lived (since Valbar ending would’ve been him becoming the instructor)

[flyswhumpcenter]

Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

I need to write more Makaito smh

Y'all don't even know how surprised I got to see @mythgirlimagines had sent me a request. Most of all because I rarely get those, but man, that was a good surprise. I had to ask her for another duo (as I know nothing about UDG, not gonna lie), but I always love more Makaito in my life despite the appearances. I always get crazy about the worldbuilding in this AU, but in short: everyone has powers (yes, everyone, even your grandparents). They're called mages. There are three types of mages: weapon users, spell casters and healers. Sometimes there are hybrids between these models (of 2 kinds at the same time). Hybrids are chased by bounty hunters for plot reasons. Maki used to be one, but she's become a "hunter of hunters". I think that's all you need to know for this fic? Oh yeah, this fic contains some French because the main setting, the city of Hellesimbault, is heavily based on French culture. It just made more sense to keep some French in.

It should have been angstier than that, but I was in a fluffier mood today, so here you go. I really need to provide more for this ship.

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Flickering Lights

Summary: The night has never been safe for anyone in the darker streets of the city, yet a duo makes it way through the shadows with vigilent crimson eyes and purple thunder. Still, even the most attention doesn't always give away damage people can take, doesn't it?

Fandom: Danganronpa V3 (magical people AU) Ship: Makaito (Established)

Wordcount: 2.2K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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Quartier de la Lune, Hellesimbault, January. The dire cold blew in harsh winds as the dust and garbage littered on the barely lit ground fly right against the ground, their mass never quite taking off. The artificial lights flicker in incoherent rhythms, drilling into the skulls of passers-by with their constant noise you can’t quite get used to, even after hearing it for a while (it just stops being your main nuisance). The rest of the streets leading to the old Moon Temple is sunk in the night’s darkness, with only a few flashes and bursts of clarity piercing through the sea of shadows.

Personally, Nerio was one of these shadows, and had always been. She had gone through everything possible: abandoned girl, orphan raised along the nice and the bad, forced through the grinder to become a bounty hunter, now on the opposite side of the underground war. Hidden under her hood, crimson eyes focusing on any light and ears open to all possible noise, she was used to the darkness.

In fact, she was in unison with the underground, hostile, familiar universe of Hellesimbault’s darkest streets and ruins long buried by modern civilisation.

 In the shadows, she felt safe as soon as she was wearing the mask of Nerio, named after a goddess of war, a bloodthirsty figure in need for a vengeance and taking it out onto bounty hunters with no hope of redemption. It felt good to shoot arrows at criminals like those who had forced her into the network as a preteen whom life hadn’t directly shown its atrocious parts to yet, and it was the one way she had ever felt alive: reclaiming her rotten childhood and early teenage years by showing them she’s now better than them.

She hadn’t quite killed her abductors, even when an untold furry had possessed her into doing so by hindering any semblance of reason she could have had, only because some guy who couldn’t get enough of her had put his hand on Enyo’s shoulder and whispered to her, in a disapproving but paradoxically soft voice:

“Maki, that’s enough.”

 That was the day where she had truly stopped only considering herself as Nerio, bloodstained shadow and reluctant, yet effective, bounty hunter turned hunter slayer, a figure of the shadows, and more like whom she had been during in the daylight all this time.

All thanks to an absolute idiot she had met in class because he wouldn’t stop not wanting to talk to her.

 Their tandem made no sense. She was a figure of the night, a girl shrouded in darkness, content being left alone. Her arms and legs were covered in scars, her hands calloused from handling her magical weapon, her feet permanently threaded with the liquified mana of her former adversaries. Her spirit was calculating, her character quiet, her face always covered with a mask. She never had had friends before high school had come around, before people flocked to her because she had apparently stopped being threatening to some. That was around this time that Nerio started to fade and Maki took her place, progressively, until Nerio was the persona and Maki the person.

If she was used to the horrors of Hybrid trafficking, he couldn’t have. He was a benevolent figure of the day, loud to the point of being obnoxious, rude but well-meaning, never second-guessing anything, acting before he thought. His arms and legs, displayed by much more revealing clothes than her elbow-long sleeves and opaque tights, were defined yet not showing a trace of damage like a recently sculpted statue, his hands were strong but their skin soft, his character remarkable, his face displaying a smile and never hiding anything from sight. He was popular, dizzyingly so, people constantly around him, but he had his inner circle. He had come to her, introduced himself, asked her who she was and, before she realized it, he had accepted her into this inner circle so few would have even dared dreaming about entering in the Cité Scolaire, and that was when her façade crumbled before his friends and him. Before she knew it, Kaito had found himself a night persona, Uranus, who barely was different from the person.

It pained her to have him as her partner for this very reason: he was too good for the shadows, too bright for the darkness, and he’d only be busted before she could save him. She wasn’t ready to lose him to the urban abyss, but he insisted, and his presence was too warm for her not to want it.

 Still, Uranus had impressive fighting skills. His dream to one day be the first mage to reach space and discover if there was a world aside from theirs had pushed him to maintain a perfect form, despite an unfortunate illness trying to limit his life. She’d have expected him to be a weapon user, like she was, but the equivalent to his crossbow life had given him was a cape whom had the powers to create the tiniest blackholes and power up his offensive magic. They were power units in vastly different domains, sure thing, but she was still impressed by how many enemies he could take at once and still win over.

The main issue of their duet was their range: it was too long for close combat. If an enemy was to sneak up on them and force her to switch her weapon for her fists and kicks, there was no doubt she’d have a harder time taking care of them. He was more or less the same: long-range spells, very poor to non-existent support magic, a blackhole strategy that’d be more of a double-edged sword and, of course, his fairly frail constitution outside of his training. Neither was a healer, so they couldn’t possibly count on that either.

 Under the full moon of the harsh January, lights flickering above them like candles on a tomb flowing with the wind, they were fighting against an ambush. A bunch of low-grade Hybrid bounty hunters, eyes staring at them with an indiscretion she was getting tired of, their hands on their weapons and only waiting for the duo to slip up. Nerio wouldn’t give them the pleasure to kill her and take her corpse away for them to get compensation for a murder, so she shot arrow after arrow, ignoring various attempted status ailments thrown at her and gusts of winds repeatedly trying to flip her skirt up. All she had to hide under the hem of her dress were tights and a holster with a material hatchet in case she was in a desperate situation; but using it in front of Uranus felt dirty. It’d be nothing but a cheap shot at life when she had proved to him countless times before she was more than competent.

Their number was dwindling more quickly than her mana, sure, but the fighting was tiring her out, most likely him too, and they had class to attend tomorrow (Kaito had managed to convince her, with the insistence of the overly cheerful Kaede). She’d better make it quick, so she charged her cheapest shots in and didn’t mind the drawbacks of wasting more of her power endurance to quickly put an end to the fight. Rapid-fire, crimson arrows it’d have to be, in the end: not quite her Final Gambit spell, which she was still trying to control, but still one powerful enough to clear through the ranks and through her mana reserves. Any child of the shadows would have learnt that exhausting their magic entirely was nothing more but signing their worse-than-death fate: being forgotten in the icy streets of the underground city.

 Their adversaries were most likely scummy opportunists, because they disappeared after a few arrows had been thrown at them. It didn’t prevent her from exhaling a sigh of relief, the danger of the streets weakening around them as the lights stopped flickering. Too much magic in the air to make the one used by the electric network function properly, she supposed: it didn’t matter this much, to be frank. All she wanted to do was go back home, now that she had exterminated the vermin for the night.

Maki turned her attention back to her partner who, like her, was still transformed into his battle attire. He looked just fine, smiling at her with his darkness-eating grin and a thumbs-up. Giving him a nod, they silently decided to go back to their base, where surely Kaede and Shuichi were waiting for them before going to sleep at last. Despite her earlier loneliness, she felt safe and welcome around their little group, her companions, her friends.

 Yet, despite the peace of hearing nothing but their footsteps and breathing, the mandatory silence of the underground nights pushing them not to speak to each other before they’d safely make it to their home, there was something bothering Maki. It wasn’t the sudden silence: she was used to activity dying down and coming back much, much later, when they wouldn’t be there anymore. Thinking silence was a trap in those uncharted territories was a beginner’s mistake: it was a sign towards the right direction. The narrow walls always made sounds resonate and echo to a hunter’s ears.

It was a smell in the air, the faint smell of iron. It was close to her, yet hindered by something, and she couldn’t quite put her hand on where she had smelt it before. Her confusion merely lasted a few moments, though, until she realized it couldn’t have been anything but blood tainting something, its scent retained by something else, but remaining detectable nonetheless. One source and one source only: the dark crimson puddle she was seeing on her partner’s attire.

 “Kaito,” she suddenly said, stopping in her tracks.

“Hm?” He turned his attention to her, hand mindlessly over the epicentre of the issue. “What’s wrong, Maki Roll?”

“You’re injured, you idiot. I thought you wanted us to tell each other everything.”

Her eyebrows frowned.

“I am? I promised I would tell you everything, Maki Roll, you must be imagining things!”

She knew when he lied, when his voice would sound fake, when his eyes looked too much to the left and when he wouldn’t stop laughing nervously. It disturbed her that none of these cues were there.

“Your hand,” she only said as an explanation. “Look at your hand, you fool.”

 Kaito, luckily, understood immediately what hand she was referring to. He took it off the wound, eyes glancing at his mostly untouched palms, then the growing stain. It surprised it at first, almost sending him in a panic, until he breathed out and ignored the nervous sweat beads pearling on his temples.

“Ah, fuck, you’re right Maki Roll! They must have gotten a hit on me… Let’s get home fast then!”

She felt a tiny smile make its way onto her face.

“I’m surprised you didn’t feel it,” she replied as they resumed their walk, gaze often glancing at the stain. “It doesn’t look too deep, at least, if you can walk this easily.”

“Yeah… Most likely a bad cut. Nothing my sidekick can’t heal!”

“…you’re going to ask Shuichi to heal that for you?”

He blinked.

“On second thought, bad idea. It’ll heal by itself soon enough.”

“That’s also a terrible option. At least put a bandage on that thing, you moron.”

“Got it!”

 His eyes grew wider as he stared at her. Now, that was a look she didn’t like in the slightest: he usually gave it to her when he had a shitty idea to propose.

“Hey, Maki Roll,” he pointed his finger at her arms, “you’re injured too!”

Surprised, she stared at her forearms right afterwards, only to notice he was referring to small bruises and scratches.

“Oh, come on, you know this has nothing in common with what you could have been bleeding from, Kaito. It’s merely a scratch.”

“You should be careful too, then, if you scold me for being careless.

“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, but thank you for the concern.”

“Hey, I know what I’m doing too!”

“Sure, sure.”

 He showed her a hand, palm turned to her.

“Don’t worry, that’s one not stained with blood”. His grin.

She found him ridiculous and beyond cheesy, but took his fingers in hers anyway, enlacing them together.

“As long as you don’t need me as a clutch, it’s fine.”

“Of course I don’t! I’m Uranus, Luminary of the Stars!”

Oh god. He was ridiculous, and such an idiot, but her life had only improved ever since he had arrived there. She could only partially attribute it to his idiotic side, in a way.

“Your predictability is utterly disappointing, sometimes, you know that?”

“I also know you secretly love it, Maki.”

“If you say so. There’s no discussing with you anyway.”

 Right in front of her, he brushed his other hand on his attire’s pants, barely giving her the time to frown in disgusted surprise, and swiped her hood in a swift movement with the back of his hand. All of this to put a kiss on her forehead, a childish peck, that nonetheless makes her cheeks slightly heat up.

“You’re an untameable idiot, Kaito.”

“I’m your idiot, though, Maki Roll.”

She looked away, chuckling despite her best attempts at controlling herself.

“…I know, I know.”

[mylifeiskara]

Just Nursey Things

In honor of Nursey’s birthday, and the fact that I had no time to write any of the prompts for Nursey Week because junior year of college is hell (and I found out about it three days before it started), I thought I would share some of my Nursey headcanons instead! And sorry in advance if this gets long, I just love Nursey so much.

Born to Alan Nurse and Maria Alvi

Derek’s dad is sort of similar to Shitty in my mind, which is why I think Nursey’s friends with Shitty in the first place

Alan Nurse is the director of The Nurse Foundation, which is an NYC-based nonprofit that works for social change

The Nurse Foundation started going global right around the time Derek was born, which meant his dad wasn’t always around

Derek’s mom is black and Pakistani, and is Director of Fundraising at The Public Theater in NYC, she also tends to travel around for work

Derek’s parents got divorced when he was five, but they stay friendly for his sake, and the fact that they enjoy being friends

Maria gets remarried when Derek is seven, to his stepmom Ashley Gallo

Ashley is a painter and former model who Derek has coined “the coolest person he’s ever met”

He went through a phase because of Ashley where he decided he wanted to be a painter too, but then he found drawing tedious and decided to try something else

And I was right about this getting long, so there’s more under the cut.

When Derek is seven, his dad takes him to a New York Rangers game, and Derek declares afterwards that he wants to play hockey, and the rest is history

Nursey had a huge crush on Jack Zimmermann during his juniors days (part of the reason he realizes he’s bi), but the crush has faded by the time he gets to Samwell, so he’s glad things will never get as weird as when Dex basically told Jack he liked his butt (Nursey’s never gonna let Dex live that one down)

Derek has one sibling, a half-sister named Bailey, from his dad’s first marriage

Bailey is seven years older than Derek and went to Yale for journalism

She lives in Boston, so once Derek starts going to Samwell, he visits her some weekends, and she’s been to a few of his home games

When SMH first meets Bailey, everyone (except for Shitty) is confused that she’s white

The Nurse Foundation is a pretty well-known organization, but nobody ever puts two and two together, until after meeting Bailey, when Ransom sends a side-by-side pic of Derek and his dad to the SMH group chat, and they all realize that they actually do look alike

When he first gets to Samwell, Nursey has a crush on Lardo, but then he realizes how in love with her Shitty is and just lets it fade away

Nursey didn’t really get into writing until the end of high school

His mom introduced him to Suzan-Lori Parks when he was 17 after he saw Father Comes Home From the Wars, he’s now obsessed with her, and she’s why he decided he wanted to do more writing in college

Nursey is a Moleskine journal hoe, he has like ten of them because he keeps losing the ones he has and then goes to buy another

Always has a notebook and a pencil handy

He’s left-handed, so the side of his hand smudges his writing, which he finds incredibly annoying but he’s used to it now

Is obsessed with A Tribe Called Quest 

Listens to Midnight Marauders whenever he needs to breathe or calm down

Nursey low-key wants to marry Frank Ocean

Shamelessly loves One Direction, and really has to convince Dex to do duets with him 

And this wouldn’t be a Nursey or a Valentine’s Day post without Dex!

Nursey was at first upset with Dex because he didn’t seem to acknowledge his white privilege

After Dex comes out to Nursey and Chowder at the end of first semester freshman year, he and Nursey start to coexist and become friends

Nursey realizes he has a crush on Dex right at the end of freshman year, hopes time away from him will nip the feelings in the bud (spoiler: it doesn’t)

Nursey overcompensates for his crush at the beginning of sophomore year by being super cold to Dex, and they start fighting again

Dex finally confronts Nursey about it, and Nursey admits he likes him

Dex just kind of goes, “oh” and then Nursey’s super embarrassed, but the next day Dex admits he likes Nursey too and asks him out

They kind of hook up in secret for a while and don’t really label what they’re doing until about the beginning of December (a bit after Jack and Bitty come out to the team); they tell Chowder first, then the rest of the team after break

They spend a lot of time in Nursey’s room, since Dex has a roommate

Their favorite thing to do is watch dumb movies together or just listen to music and talk

Nursey recommends Dex books to read, and then they talk about the books once Dex is finished with them

They do breakfast at Annie’s once a week

They like to talk to each other in weird voices and sometimes solely in One Direction lyrics

[scorpioslut-blog1]

Colonizing the Colonizer

Now’s a real exciting time to be alive. I had too much leisure time last week, following a grotesque week of three midterms, a paper, and a presentation, so naturally I partied for four consecutive days. Wednesday was a Jewish blur spent at AEPI (Jewish frat), made out with MANY MANY people (all either girl kisses or gay boy kisses), and at the end (pretty blacked) I felt the need to make out with an actual straight male so I pointed at the closest male and asked “Are you straight?” Upon affirmation I proceeded to make contact, so I guess 1/5 straight male ain’t too bad for the night. Anyway, next night--ended up at DKE for the first time with Leah, Briana, and Rocky, and after a long night of mocking the aggressively white population that surrounded us, drinking progressively more and more heavily, we eventually went outside (me for a smoke, everyone else to leave and send it to Fiji--eyeroll) but apparently had lost Leah. So we all went upstairs to find the bitch, and before you know it, we’re up in some room (after a lot of mixed and straight Vitali drinks and shots) socializing. I started talking to some guy I met in the bathroom with Rocky while Briana was finessed by some other dude, and apparently the dude I was talking to was in Berkeley Republicans (according to Rocky--I have no recollection of this statement). What I DID retain was him saying he was fine with gay people but didn’t like the ones that “make it their entire identity”, and DEFINITELY something creepy about Trump. He didn’t vote last November, but still complicit. And god--I really hope he isn’t a real Republican. Anyway, he’s a brother at DKE, and eventually, Rocky went downstairs to wait--actually that’s not true in retrospect--I ditched him to go upstairs with the Republican (his name was Ethan). And before you know it, we’re in his room hooking up while Blonde plays in the background. But apparently a lot happened in between. As for Rocky, he was kicked out by brothers whilst taking a bong rip, which he was very bitter about (he drunkenly texted me “I am the burdened queer man of color” HAHAHHA). That’s an entire ordeal on its own. As for me, we had originally left to find the roof of DKE. Well, not find it, since he knew where it was, but anyway, we went up there and split a stoke (cigarette, in laymen’s terms), flirting and possibly making out (ok, probably making out). Next thing I know, we’re in his room, door locked, dim neon lights on cuz it’s a party, hooking up while Frank Ocean’s most recent masterpiece plays in the background, specifically Nikes. Minus the whole Republican thing, it was a really nice and pleasant experience. I was REALLY horny, just the right level of drunk, and literally in his bed half naked ready to get some dick. And then he says he doesn’t fuck girls the first time he meets them??? Bitch what??? He said a few weird things that night so maybe he’s just weird. Like he kept compulsively lying about his age and increasing it. Because from what I gather he’s a 21 year old transfer student/senior now, but he kept raising the age even tho this fact had already been established. Like, “actually I’m 24... 27.... 34...” WHAT THE FUCK? Like he’s definitely still in college he’s a fucking brother there. Shit was weird. Anyway, he’s saying how he wants to see me again blah blah, between intense making out since we literally just kept making out nonstop whilst he did other stuff to my body, and I got the Snap and digits and all that good stuff. Eventually, we get up and leave the room since I’m like, ok, time to go home. He then goes to the bathroom and I figure he was just looking for an excuse to run out on me so I go to the door, and when I look back, he’s there with me. He actually walks me out, waits with me for the Uber, and we were literally still making out as my Uber arrived. He was a REALLY good kisser. Anyway, all of that really doesn’t add up because the next day (we had agreed to link up on Game Day at whatever frat we ended up at) he was at the same frat as me but I was too sober to go finesse, and by the time I was drunk enough, he said he was back at DKE. So he either had another girl home and left early (but that doesn’t make any sense?) or passed out/called it a day. I don’t know. And I haven’t talked to him since. But why would he go through all that effort and be a nice guy just to blow me off? Like literally all I want is to drunk fuck him. IT’S NOT THAT DEEP?

Anyway, that was most of my shenanigans, with more random fratnanigans for the rest of Friday, and Saturday was spent quite nicely (mostly). We got Ship’s tapestry and spent the day sitting in the grass at CKC with Rocky (who had graciously forgiven me for Thursday’s headassery), Rocky’s friend visiting from Davis, Ship, Mich, and Leah. It was just nice and chill. That night though, we went out with EVERYONE (whole Bool jawn squad), and I just was not feelin it at all. I was just on my sad boiz shit, emo as hell, in the empty smoker’s corner of every party. I was sick of everything, and honestly not drunk enough. So that night sucked. And Ship kept making out with me then I had to walk her home then I had to come back and mom everyone else’s asses. Sunday, at least, was a quite amazing and fun day. We all went to Dolores Park in San Francisco (except Ship who was hungover as fuck) and besides a certain someone being an annoying nuisance, it was one of the best days yet. It was beautiful outside, Dolores was beautiful, I was with amazing friends, we were high, listening to great music, taking pics and vids, vibing. Really amazing time. I won’t even go over the little annoyances.

Anyway, I’ve been talking to this dude on Tinder who’s this total Mac Demarco LA sk8er boi--like, hardcore skater boi--AND he’s Hispanic. It’s really a vibe, especially to get away from the horrors of the Republican DKE Brother Incident, and he seemed really dope till he said he’s pledging Pi Lam. Like he would be PERFECT except for that smh. He’s HARDCORE skater boi, too. Great cute lil skater boi insta, and ANOTHER insta dedicated to him and the squads’ skater boi vids. Great music taste, great look, and his avi is Che Guevara so also woke. Ugh, WHY must he be a Pi Lam pledge?!? And it gets worse--there’s this guy in Pi Lam named Joseph who I met during welcome week (he just sort of introduced himself and said he recognized me from some group message--I had no idea who he was but I played along since he’s sorta cute). Anyway, really sweet guy, hella tall, at least half black, Malcolm X glasses, a vibe in general, but not a fuckboi so I only hit him up of course when I’m drunk, late at night. So I did that Saturday night at like 3 am after a badddd night, pretty sober but just bored and wanting to hang out. I didn’t expect a reply but I was like fuck it it’s worth a shot. And the next day he replies saying he would’ve if he were awake, and then I explained that while that seemed like a drunken booty call it wasn’t, and he replied saying he woulda been down either way. Great guy that I keep in my back pocket. ANYWAY, he’s the fucking PLEDGE BROTHER of Daddy Che Skater Boi. Soooo... the plot thickens. I wanna finesse Chris (skater boi’s real name), but despite the fact that I linked him on Insta and he’s been liking the pix of this weekend’s bullshit, he hasn’t moved our pretty successful convo outta the Tinder messages to more appropriate spaces like Snapchat and iMessage. Will keep you updated.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Eight]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans,

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 2130

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily's Dress // NYE Daisy's Dress

Notes: ask if you want tagging. Also i didnt want to do this but no one in hp has grandparents apparently like? why was petunia the only one left smh

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When Lily woke on the morning of New Year's Eve she found she was alone in her bed. She had felt her sister climb into the bed they shared in the early hours of the morning but she hadn't been awake enough to comment on it. Now she was gone though her pillow was mussed and her pyjamas discarded on the bedroom floor suggesting she had slept and changed her clothes two days in a row which was a plus. Lily climbed out of bed and picked up her sister's clothing, throwing it into the washing basket as she did her own before she walked to the bathroom and got in the shower. The warmth felt good against her skin and she allowed it to shroud her as her mind wandered.

Though she didn't want to, her mind drifted to the past week. She recapped all of it; her loss, the funeral, trying to keep Daisy from spiralling. If truth be told she didn't think that she would’ve coped if it hadn’t been for the Potters, especially James. Though she hated to admit it she had come to quite like him. As her mind wandered through the depths of her heartache she started to cry. She had found this happened quite a bit over the past week, as Daisy fell to pieces she didn't think she could too and so her grief was always done when alone, hidden away from prying eyes. Once her tears stopped she wiped her face and climbed out of the shower wrapping herself in a towel. She dried herself quickly and threw on a pair of cords, a long sleeve shirt and a thick jumper. She twirled her hair up into a clip allowing a couple of tendrils to fall and frame her face. Just as she was slipping her socks on there was a knock at the door.

‘Come in?’ she asked curiously wondering who was on the other side. A mop of messy black hair poked through the gap first. James’ head floated in the gap of the door as he checked to see if he could enter. ‘Hey,’ he said, slipping inside once he saw that the coast was clear. ‘Hey?’ she said, confused at his shifty behaviour and trying to ignore the way her heart sped up a little at the sight of his face. ‘Daisy’s not here right?’ he asked coming and sitting on the dressing table chair.

‘No, why?’ ‘Just checking, I wanted to talk to you without her overhearing that’s all.’ ‘About what?’ Lily asked curiously. James’ gaze was roving over her belongings as he replied to her, ‘we’ve decided we’re gonna have a party of our own tonight. I mean we usually do anyway but Sirius said Daisy is worried about being around all those people tonight-’ ‘-When did she say that?’ Lily said biting her lip. ‘He didn’t go into much detail he just woke me up this morning and told me the plan,’ James shrugged. ‘The plan?’ ‘Yeah, he spoke to my mother who, thank god, told us we’re under no obligation to attend the party tonight. So, Sirius has taken Daisy off into town on some made-up last-minute errand. They’re gonna be out most of the day and when they get back you’re gonna get her changed and up onto the balcony.’

‘Wait, why?’ Lily said. ‘Because we might be going to the party but we’re going to THE party,’ James said, ‘we figured both of you could do with something fun to do even if it is just us six. And well, we would’ve made it a surprise for both of you until Moony pointed out you’d probably catch on if we tried to distract you.’ ‘And Daisy wouldn’t see through it?’ Lily said raising an eye. ‘They’ll be too busy fawning to notice,’ James mumbled until he realised Lily was looking at him wide-eyed, ‘I mean, um, I-’ ‘-don’t worry it’s not like I don’t know she’s gaga for him…I just didn’t know he…’ Lily said. ‘He does,’ James said rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, ‘he just…doesn’t know how to tell her. And now after everything that’s happened…recently…I just don’t think he wants to hurt her anymore.’ ‘Well that’s just stupid,’ Lily said bluntly. James looked taken aback at her tone but then he smiled, ‘welcome to the world I’ve been living in for the past six months.’ ‘I mean does he really think that she’d say no?’ ‘I think he’s just nervous,’ James said, ‘you Evans girls can be intimidating you know.’ ‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Lily said flushing pink. ‘Oh, it was,’ James said, ‘so…’ ‘So,’ Lily said, ‘back to the plan?’

James nodded and started telling her how they were going to set up for the party. As he got to the end of the plan Lily nodded and smiled at him before standing up. James followed suit and started to walk out of the room when he felt a hand on his elbow. ‘You’re not so bad yourself…James,’ Lily said before walking straight past him and out into the hall.

✵✵✵

Daisy stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel and then her body. Though she had enjoyed her trip to town with Sirius she didn’t like the way the rain had soaked into every inch of her skin making her shake like a leaf until she stepped into the warm water of the shower. As she walked out into the bedroom she found Lily sitting at the dressing table applying eyeliner. She caught herself as she turned to look at Daisy, wincing as she held a finger under her now watering eye trying to catch the tears so they didn’t ruin the rest of her makeup.

‘Jeez Lil, is having a black eye going to be a fashion trend next year,’ Daisy chuckled. If Lily could she would’ve rolled her eyes at her twin but she thought it best not to risk it. ‘Oh you’re so funny,’ Lily said sarcastically, watching her sister in the mirror as she slid on her pyjamas though it was only 6 pm. ‘I try,’ Daisy said, ‘besides who are you dressing up for? I thought Euphemia said we didn’t have to go to the party.’ ‘Yeah about that,’ Lily said, ‘I know what she said but come on Dais… they’ve been so good to us-’ ‘Lily don’t,’ Daisy said, ‘I’m really not in the mood to hobnob with wizarding elites right now.’ ‘I know and neither am I but if we show our faces and have something to eat…it might be okay.’ ‘Lily,’ her sister groaned. ‘Oh come on…for me?’ Lily said with a fake pout. Daisy sighed and folded her arms as her sister stared at her. ‘Fine,’ she said after a moment causing Lily to break out into a big smile, ‘one hour. Tops.’ ‘Okay misery guts.’ ‘I mean it, Lil,’ Daisy said watching her sister stand up and beckon her to the chair. ‘Okay, okay, but even for an hour you’re going to look somewhat presentable now get your arse over here,’ Lily chuckled.

Daisy allowed her sister to do her hair and her makeup before she was chivvied into the bathroom to get dressed. Daisy slipped on her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. How could she look so nice and feel so crappy?

She came out of the bathroom to find Lily already dressed just popping in a different pair of earrings. She smiled at her sister who looked beautiful. Lily was wearing a rich green dress that came just down to her knee and hugged every curve of her body. Her pale, freckled chest was showing ample cleavage which made Daisy raise an eyebrow as it wasn’t her sister’s normal style. Ever her twin’s opposite Daisy’s dress differed in almost every way. It was shorter and floated off her though Daisy didn’t know if that was due to its design or the face she had lost weight since she had last tried it on at school.

‘You look nice,’ the pair of them said simultaneously. Lily chuckled. ‘So,’ Daisy said ‘you promise it'll only be an hour right?’ ‘Of course,’ Lily said, ‘come on I said we’d meet the boys upstairs and then all go down together.’

Lily led her sister out into the hall and then the two of them made their way upstairs to James’ bedroom which when they entered was deserted. Daisy looked at her sister inquisitively but Lily merely smiled and walked to the patio doors that led out onto the balcony and pulled back the curtain that was covering just a tad, beckoning her sister forward. Daisy walked past her sister and out onto the patio which looked different. It had been transformed into their very own party venue. Balloons and banners hung in the air, seemingly tied to nothing along with fairy lights, and candles which were also dotted around on the floor. There was a table laden with food and drinks for them as well as a stack of board games next to a record player that was playing a song she wasn’t familiar with. And there, standing in front of her was Sirius, James, Remus, Peter and now Lily watching her with bated breath.

James spoke first, nervous energy spilling out before he could stop it as he blurted, ‘so what do you think?’ ‘It’s amazing…but what about the party Lily-’ ‘Only said that to get you dressed up and upstairs,’ Lily said. ‘Yeah, we wanted a party with glitz and glam,’ Peter said. ‘But without making you mingle with all those people,’ Sirius said with a smile. To be honest, after seeing her face light up he hadn’t been able to stop himself from smiling.

‘Guys,’ Daisy said feeling tears brimming in her eyes. Panic immediately set on all four boys’ faces. ‘I mean it’s okay if you don’t want to’ Remus said. ‘Yeah, I mean if you-’ James continued. ‘I mean we can scrap it all right boys?’ Sirius said. ‘Definitely,’ Peter said. Lily rolled her eyes. ‘She’s fine you lot,’ Lily said walking towards her sister and slinging her arm around her. Daisy chuckled and nodded making all four boys heave a sigh of relief.

The gang took their seats dotted around as Remus immediately suggested that they play monopoly, a game James and Sirius had never played. They played ate and drank as the night started getting cooler and darker. Eventually, the sounds of the downstairs party spilt out onto the patio below and the group spied on the mix of party-goers from above.

‘Is that Valentino Quentin editor of the Daily Prophet?’ Lily asked as a raven-haired man walked out onto the patio. ‘Yeah,’ James said, ‘he was only invited because Dad’s recently got an ad running in the prophet.’ ‘Oh yeah, I saw it!’ Peter said. ‘Big space as well,’ Sirius said. ‘And apparently, he got a good price too,’ James said. ‘Is that why Quentin’s hair is suspiciously quaffed?’ Lily said. ‘Lily! Are you suggesting that a ministry official could be swayed by pleasantries,’ James chuckled. ‘No,’ she chuckled, ‘but it’s nice to know which ones are that malleable.’

Bolstered by Lily’s interest James broke into a who’s who of all the gossip and intel he had on the wizarding world below. He only stopped when he heard the group start counting down to New Year. As New Year cheers rang through the crowd the group hugged one another. Daisy was swept in between Sirius and Remus who cuddled her and then migrated to each side of her as they formed a circle of people. Arms locked around one another the group started to sing ‘auld langs syne’ laughing and giggling as fireworks exploded above them.

Daisy couldn’t help but beam with happiness as they did so. This year had ended awfully and from the looks of it the next few weren’t going to be easy to navigate but she thanked her lucky stars that she had the best people around her to fall back on when she needed them.

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Forty Seven]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans,

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 1240

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress

Notes: ask if you want tagging. Also i didnt want to do this but no one in hp has grandparents apparently like? why was petunia the only one left smh

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Sirius couldn’t sleep. He tried but every time he closed his eyes he thought of Daisy, running out of the dining room with no one following her. It didn’t help that James was laying next to him and sounded as if he was revving a chainsaw every time he breathed. After a while, he decided to get up and escape the room which was closing in on him by the minute. He couldn't go to find Daisy, he knew that, after all, Lily would be sleeping next to her and he felt uncomfortable trying to explain his presence at her sister's bedside in the middle of the night. Instead, he made his way downstairs and made himself a glass of water. After downing it in four big glugs he put the glass in the sink and made his way through into the drawing-room and looked out at the garden.

Though the Potter’s garden was large it was barren for most of the length of it. Mostly just a neatly manicured lawn hemmed in by trees that multiplied as it got to the orchard. But outside the house was a patio which was made up of furniture, a grill and an outside fire which to Sirius’ surprise was lit. And curled beside it in a patio chair was Daisy. Though Sirius couldn’t see her face her mop of blonde hair couldn't be mistaken.

Sirius heaved a sigh of relief. At least now he could check she was alright. He crept quietly out of the back doors smiling at her as she turned around after being disturbed. She smiled weakly back at him and then turned back to watch the fire as he slid onto the outdoor sofa opposite. He didn't talk, instead, he sat watching her hoping she would initiate the conversation. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying though she wasn't doing so now. As the fire popped and hissed in front of them they sat in comfortable silence until finally, she spoke.

It was barely more than a whisper but he heard her even so as she said, ‘I bet you’re fed up of me being dramatic huh?’ ‘What?’ Sirius said genuinely confused by the question. ‘Well, my outburst must have put a dampener on dinner no?’ ‘Not at all,’ Sirius said, ‘in fact, we were all worried if you were okay.’ She stayed quiet for a moment before responding. ‘I’m fine,’ she said meekly, ‘a bit embarrassed but nothing too bad.’ ‘Good, I’m glad.’ ‘I remembered something,’ she admitted. Sirius didn’t say anything but raised an eyebrow as if urging her to continue, ‘about mum and dad…it wasnt anything bad. In fact, it was quite nice.’ ‘That’s good,’ Sirius said. ‘Except it reminded me of last Christmas,’ she said. ‘Oh?’ Sirius said trying to sound nonchalant as his mind raked over last Christmas which they spent in the castle. He’d loved it.

‘Yeah, then I just sort of spiralled because it reminded me that I missed their last Christmas. My last family Christmas. And I didn’t have to, not really…I mean Madam Pomfrey told me to stay put but I still came here. I still enjoyed myself whilst they were probably worried sick about me. They didn’t see me for months and I’d practically been at death’s door. And I didn’t go home. I didn’t spend their last Christmas with them, what shitty person does that?’ she said spitefully. ‘You’re not a shitty person for not predicting the future Dais,’ Sirius said. ‘I didn’t predict the future but I took it for granted. I could’ve died that Halloween and I didn't even think about going home. Letting them make sure I was okay,’ she said. He could see the tears brimming in her eyes reflecting the fire in front of them.

‘You’re right,’ he said bluntly. Daisy looked at him with confusion as he started to elaborate, ‘you did take it for granted. And should you have gone home? Maybe. But would your parents have cared that you didn’t? Probably, because they love you. I spent time in your home remember Daisy and though yes you probably could’ve spent more time there, maybe spent their last Christmas with them but that didn't change how much they loved you. Dais, I felt more love between you and your family in the week I was there than I had felt in my house for the entire 15 years I lived there. Is it a shame they’re gone? Absolutely. I mean I’d trade my parents in a heartbeat for you.' ‘Pads,’ she said sadly. ‘What? I’m just being honest.’ ‘You say it like you haven't got a family,’ she said, ‘I mean what about me, Lil, the boys?’ ‘I know that…I also know that, sure, you missed your last Christmas with your parents but that wasn’t your last family Christmas. We’re family. Always will be,’ he smiled. She smiled back at him and then dropped her gaze, nervous to whisper the next bit, ‘Pads?’ ‘Mmmhmm?’ Sirius replied. ‘Can I have a hug?’ she said. Sirius didn't say anything so Daisy looked up and found him moving over and beckoning her to come to sit next to him. She moved and sat down beside smiling as he threw an arm around her and pulled her closer. She nestled into his side, her hand falling onto his thigh which caused electricity to buzz through him.

They stayed like that for quite a while though as the night wore on the air around them started getting bitter so much so the fire couldn’t stave it off any longer. Sirius didn't want to move but he could feel her shivering next to him and so he nudged her causing her to sit up and look at him. ‘I think we better go inside,’ Sirius mumbled. Daisy nodded and the pair got up walking back in through the double doors. Once inside Daisy’s shivering intensified as her body tried to get used to the warmth of the house. Sirius rubbed his hands along her arms trying to warm her up which made her smile. After a moment she dropped her gaze and mumbled his name.

‘Yeah?’ he said watching her in the moonlight. ‘Tomorrow, can we…I mean, I know James will have to because of well…I mean,’ she rambled. ‘The point Dais?’ he chuckled making her look at him and smile. ‘I was wondering if we could skip the party? I mean I understand if you don't want to miss it, I mean…actually forget it,’ she said. ‘Dais, it’s okay,’ he said grabbing her elbow so she couldn’t flee. ‘No, forget it I’m being silly.’ ‘If you want to skip it that’s fine. I don’t mind and I’m sure the others won’t either,’ Sirius said. ‘Really?’ she said biting her lip. ‘Yeah, and I don’t think the Potters will mind either.’ ‘It’s just all too much too soon,’ she said. Sirius nodded. ‘I get it,’ Sirius said, ‘leave it with me. I’ll sort it with Euphemia.’ ‘Thanks,’ she said before leaning into a give him a quick hug, ‘I really appreciate it.’

He didn't say anything but mumbled an agreement into the top of her head. As she pulled away she smiled and then left the room leaving Sirius standing there watching where she had just gone. If she didn’t want to go to the party he was going to bring the party to her.