#should I put a stand-alone tag for Robyn

[vanes-lawlol]

Young Adult Robyn's outfits per season! His winter one is my favourite.

[skye-huntress]

RWBY V8 Finale “The Final Word” Reactions

Thus concludes the first Volume I get to watch as it airs week by week, and react to it

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW! SERIOUSLY IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE EPISODE YET AND FOR WHATEVER REASON STILL SEE THIS EVEN WITH THE SPOILER TAG, CONSIDER THIS YOUR LAST WARNING

Sooo, I cannot not talk about this big one first because it gives me personal feelings. Penny is a character that is very precious to me, always has been. I binged the show up to Volume 7 last year so I didn’t have to go through years of new episodes knowing she was gone and then when she came back and throughout Volume 8, she cemented herself as one of my favourites, right up there with Ruby and Weiss. I even warmed up to Frosen Steel. I honestly did not think nor did I want to think that the show would kill her again, even knowing this was going to be a rough volume for her being the central figure in the whole conflict. The only consolation I have is that she died on her own terms.

While we’re on this note, my sympathies to Jaune for having to be the one to send her on her way. My sympathies to a lot of characters because whether or not Nuts and Dolts is platonic or romantic, she was particularly special to Ruby who once again was not there to save her.

Penny finally got her song, and it hurts

I could tell from the beginning that the Ace Ops were overrated. They seemed cool on the surface and as individual fighters they were probably up there, but I’m also sceptical of the ones that everyone (including themselves) called the “best” at anything. The reality is that they were a mess, they told to bury their feelings, and told to always accept their Jimmy’s judgment over even their own. Clover died a meaningless death because he ignored his own better judgment. That said, for Vine, the least expressive of the whole bunch to not only talk Harriet down but make a sacrifice for his team friends was not something I would have called. And yet I remember how he tried to comfort Elm, and how when Marrow was nearly killed how expressive he was in his shock and fear. Honestly, I should know better, as someone who isn’t able to express the full depth of my emotions very well, I should have known that Vine was probably the one who cared for his friends more than they ever realised.

Qrow was actually lucky for once. I have a theory. If Ren’s semblance can evolve from masking emotions to sensing them, maybe Qrow’s semblance could evolve so that he could change his or others’ fortunes for the better and not just for the worst. At the very least, rubbing the pin made him believe he could in fact be lucky, maybe that’s all he needed.

Harriet has a lot of issues to sort through, but maybe now without the toxicity of the military and Jimmy, she and her remaining friends can allow themselves to feel, grieve, heal and grow.

So we have Robyn, Qrow, Harriet, Elm and Marrow on a transport leaving Solitas through conventional travel. They probably can’t fly their transport straight to Vacuo so they may have to make some stops on the way, probably at Argus or Vale.

As for Ironwood, what a fitting end. He always saw himself as the hero of Remnant, the one with all the answers, the one who was always right, and who would save the day. But in the end, he wasn’t anyone even worth killing. To the villains, he was always a joke, someone to be used, and right when he is finally face to face with his greatest enemy, she never even looked at him once. In the end, neither he nor his precious Atlas proved to be very relevant or impressive.

Neo thought she was clever but she was a fool. That’s what happens when you let anger and vengeance consume you, it warps your judgment. Cinder was always using her, to get what she wanted, and as a means to get her own vengeance on Ruby.

Speaking of not letting not letting vengeance consume you, Blake. She saw how close she was to losing everyone else she cared about she switched tacts. I’m proud of her. And she risked the fall to save Ruby, unfortunately this risk was too great for her.

My WhiteRose heart cheered when Weiss went to back up Ruby. I assume Blake knew the partners could assist each other better than she could. It hurt that she had to watch the rest of her team family fall, to be the last one standing, using Gambol Shroud. And then she fell right in front of her sister.

Ruby really needs more practice with her eyes before she faces Cinder again. It was impressive though how she goaded Neo and knocked her over the edge. Unfortunately, there was more than one person there who really wanted her dead.

As for Ruby’s mental state, she never really had time to process anything that had happened, she was in survival mode the entire time. Falling into the same place as Yang did might give her hope that her sister is still alive and if she fell with Blake, all the better, then she won’t be alone. But like I said, Penny was very important to her, and this is the second time she has lost her. Just imagine though, if Penny’s body falls into the void with them and Ruby finds it, that’d be all the worse than just hearing about it from Weiss or Jaune.

Now, Winter, she is the MVP of this episode. Winter is now the Winter Maiden, not because Ironwood chose her to be or because she actually chose it herself but because Penny chose her. Penny believed in her friend. My love of Penny gives me a lot of conflicting feelings for this and the implications but it was satisfying to see Winter own Ironwood and hold her own against Cinder. And now she is the champion for Atlas’ refugees, but failing Weiss and Penny is going to have a significant impact on her. At least she’ll allow herself to feel and she still has some family left.

Now for the weapons. When Crescent Rose fell, it was like watching an entirely separate character fall as well. Gambol Shroud and Neo’s umbrella fell on their own, too. And Jaune’s weapon that was reforged with Pyrrha’s ruined weapon was destroyed by none other than Cinder. So basically the only ones still completely armed are Weiss and Yang, but of course the latter also has a concussion.

It wasn’t the complete victory she wanted but it was decisive. I figured a victory for Cinder would be getting both relics and she did. But I knew she wouldn’t get the Maiden powers, that’s always the part she fails at again and again. She tries to syphon a Maiden’s magic only to be interrupted. Every. Single. Time. Seriously, Cinder will just never learn from this mistake and its why she will likely never have more than one Maiden’s power at the rate she is going. But as decisive as this victory was, it will cost her in the long run. She needed help from Jinn, Neo and Watts in order to beat Team RWBY but they’ll come back stronger, smarter and more pissed off and Cinder won’t have all of that help next time. If anything, she might have put herself back on top of Neo’s shitlist.

Watts’ end is also rather fitting and also completely expected. Like Jimmy and Jaques, he represented a lot of what was wrong with Atlas, particularly the elite. How annoyed would Ambrosius be with Cinder though? “More fire, that’s it? This is my cosmic karma for being annoyed about being used by the same kids twice in a row.”

Atlas fell as I always knew it would, after all the relics exist to help humanity and a flying city did nothing but fuelled the egos of those who lived on that floating rock. Mantle was something to be proud of, but Atlas was a lie. Now Remnant’s “greatest kingdom in the world” reduced to ruin and it’s people refugees in a land their ancestors made a wasteland. This will have dire consequences.

So in the end, no help came for Atlas. Not surprising in retrospect. Atlesians didn’t have the best reputation to begin with, then Ironwood made a series of terrible decisions (that everyone around him strongly advised against), destroying Atlas’ relations with the other Kingdoms. Then came Ruby’s broadcast out of nowhere where she dropped some insane bombshells and then her message was cut off and global comms went down again. Few can vouch for Ruby’s character and even fewer can verify anything of what she said. I still believe it had an impact and we’ll see it as we visit other Kingdoms again, but the full pay off won’t be for quite some time. As I said before, the message was just the first of many, many small steps to uniting the world against Salem

So now for the detour, and that cursed image of Crescent Rose alone, slammed into the ground. It’s likely Volume 9 will focus mostly on our girls, Jaune and Neo, surviving in this strange environment and finding a way home.

Was that everything? Probably not. Now the mourning period begins as I try to process all of that.

[desiraypark]

Fried Turkey: A Dramatic Saga (Final)

Clyde and Terry have a chat. Clyde x Sherri series Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020 (Tag) Content: Fluff; family stuff; reminiscing; mentions of separation/ended relationships; question about disability. Featured Characters: Clyde Terry Simmons, Sr. Terry Simmons, Jr. (TJ) - late 20s Princess Miller (Sherri’s niece/Robyn’s daughter) - 20 months old Devon Miller, Jr. (DJ - Sherri’s nephew/Robyn’s son) - 4 years old Reminder of what the exterior of Clyde and Sherri’s house looks like:

CHRISTMAS EVE Sherri’s family had arrived around one o’clock in the morning but most of them were up and full of energy when Clyde left for work. He arrived home at about 6:30--later than usual because of the holiday traffic--and he didn’t have to unlock the door as he usually did. The front door was left opened and unlocked, and the first floor was busy, busy, busy. Terry was on the floor, playing with Princess and DJ was on the sofa, occupied with an electronic toy. TJ was in the dining room, pushing a broom around, and Clyde could hear his wife’s familiar laughter echoing from the kitchen.

“Good evenin’, everybody,” Clyde said, taking off his shoes.

“Hi Uncle Clyde!/Evenin’ Clyde!/gahbgb,” DJ, Terry, and Princess responded. 

Usually, Clyde would go straight for the kitchen to give Sherri a kiss (and a little swat on the butt if he was feeling frisky), but he thought it’d best to make his way upstairs and get cleaned up. He hung up his coat--the scent of the restaurant, coated in his uniform now wafting in his nostrils--and walked up the wooden steps. He’d just taken off his shirt when someone knocked on the bedroom door. That sure wasn’t Sherri coming to greet him.

“Yeah?”

“May I come in?” Terry asked. 

“Yes, sir.”

Terry took one step into the bedroom, Princess on his hip. 

“How’s about a tour of that shed of yours?” Terry asked. 

As opposed to taking off his pants like he really wanted to, Clyde took off his socks. “You don’t wanna wait until it’s light out?”

Terry smiled. A look of secrecy flashed in his eyes and he squinted them and nodded. “Let’s take a look at it this evening. If you don’t mind.”

Clyde took the hint--whatever was being hinted at--and nodded. “Alright.”

____________________ “This is a matter of great importance,” Terry said, throwing back a bottle of beer. 

Clyde did the same. They stood in the center of the old, unused, and unfinished shed. No chairs. Just standing under a single light bulb. 

“What y’all plan to do with it?” Terry asked. 

“Well, if we start havin’ kids, we figured on bringin’ everything in that third room upstairs in here. Might expand the wall if needed. Put a lil’ bar in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

A near silence filled the air. There was a slight winter breeze in the air, and you could hear the faint sound of chatter from the kitchen. Princess was now under TJ’s watchful eye. The family, bustling with the festive spirit, probably hadn’t even noticed that Clyde and Terry were missing. 

“Would you think I’m an asshole if I asked to help with the turkey?” Terry finally asked. Clyde took another sip of his beer.

“Naw,” he responded. “I kept tellin’ Sherri to tell you to do it.”

Terry chuckled. “Well, you and I both know that nobody “tells” Sherri to do anything.”

Clyde’s eyebrows lifted and he chuckled, too. 

“Sherri was about...13, 14 when I started fryin’ the turkey. I can’t remember if it was for Thanksgiving or Christmas. It was just an experimental thing, at first. Just to see if I could do it...”

Becoming uncomfortable without chairs, Clyde and Terry shifted on their feet. Eventually, Terry turned to face Clyde, and in turn, Clyde reflected the action. Terry cleared his throat and continued. 

“Everybody liked it, but I think Sherri loved it the most. She would watch me unwrap it and prepare it and do all of the stuff you’re supposed to do to it. Then, she’d stand on the back porch with a fire extinguisher, watchin’ me cook it and everything. Even after she’d gone to college, she’d do that..”

A smile formed on Clyde’s face. Picturing Sherri with a fire extinguisher in her hand was the cutest mental image. 

“...I would make potato salad, greens, macaroni--you know, whatever me and Ramona felt like makin’ on any given year. But Sherri never stuck around to watch any of that. I don’t know what it was about that turkey, but she was my little cheerleader every year. I think she just wanted to make sure I didn’t get hurt, I suppose.”

“That sounds about right,” Clyde said.

“Yeah...” 

Terry drifted into his memories, then snatched himself back. “I’m not one of those fathers that’s scared to watch their kids grow up. Or their daughters, rather. But between the separation and my kids becomin’ adults, I lost so much with them. Ramona didn’t lose much. Sherri watched me fry the turkey. She still went to the grocery store with me, even when she was a teenager. Most kids like to stay up under their mama. But Sherri was my shadow.”

Terry took a swig of his beer. 

“When the kids started movin’ on from the separation, me and Sherri got back on friendlier terms again. Only about a year had passed where I didn’t fry a turkey. Then, the next year--after everything had gone down--Sherri called me and asked me if I could fry the turkey,” Terry said with a smiled. He continued on. 

“She came right on over to my house--see, this was before I was allowed back at Ramona’s house. Our house. Sherri came right on over to my house and watched me fry that turkey. But after that, she didn’t really come over much. She’d started workin’ and everything. So I’d just fry it by myself or at my mama’s house or somethin’.”

Silence befell them again. Terry completed his story, his explanation. And Clyde nodded, acknowledging its finish. 

“Me and my brother had started frying our turkey after I lost my arm. We ain’t do it every year. It started as a challenge for me, too. But I ain’t got no attachment to it. I think you should just do the honors, alone,” Clyde said.

“No...” Terry said. He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have even asked to help you with it. Sherri wants you to do it. You’re her husband. This is y’all’s house. I’m just an old man that’s whinin’ about his kids gettin’ older.”

Clyde chuckled. “I’ve got somethin’ corny to say.”

“Can’t be cornier than all the shit I just spilled a few seconds ago.”

“I think the best Christmas present we can give Sherri, is to let her watch her dad and her husband prepare a turkey together, under her roof.”

Terry nodded and smiled. “I think you might be right, Clyde.

“We’ll figure it out. And she’ll probably get a kick out of watchin’ us figure it out.”

Terry laughed. “She sure would.”

Terry looked around the shed. “Let me know when y’all plan to get started on this shed, son. I would love to help you out.”

“Yes, sir.”

The men made their way out of the shed--Clyde flicking off the light switch before stepping out and closing the door.

“May I ask a personal question?” Terry asked as they walked back to the house.

“Sure.”

“Don’t take offense--I’m just curious. But how do...how do you fry a turkey? I can’t imagine that cookin’ anything is easy for you.”

“It has its hard moments. But I take my time and I stay kind to myself. And as you know, whenever I need help, before I can say the word, Sherri is already right there.”

[angeleyesmalek]

Dancing On My Own (Part 2)

Pairing: Kind of unrequited Josh Washington x Reader

Summary: Loosely based off of true events and the song Dancing On My Own by Robyn.

Warnings: cursing, angst, writing that makes -2 sense because I don’t proofread & I wrote this at like 2 am, the worst story you’ll ever read, honestly so cheesy it fucking hurts... I’m embarrassed... please don’t judge me...

Word Count: 1,517

Parts: 1, 2, 3

A few weeks had passed since you’d seen any of Ashley’s friends. You were on the way to calling them your own friends, but after you’d heard about Josh, you knew that space was the exact thing you needed to get over him. It was easy to blame it on scheduling when you first bailed, but the excuse was beginning to get stale. Plus, Ashley wasn’t defending you much anymore. As a matter of fact, she was the one who suggested karaoke. Now, here you were, arguing with her about it over the phone.

“Y/N, it’s been weeks! Everyone keeps asking where you are. They miss you, and they want to hang out with you again!”

“Well, tell them I miss them too, then tell them that some relative of mine is sick and in the hospital or something.”

“No, I’m tired of covering for you. There’s no reason why you should let this whole Josh thing keep you from having a fun time with people who think you’re cool.”

“Ash, I’m really not ready.”

“Well, you better be ready by eight tonight because everyone made me promise to bring you to karaoke.”

“I told you, I’m not ready yet.”

“Okay, I’ll be there at 7 to help you get ready then. We’ll do your hair and makeup and everything. Josh will be sorry for his stupid decisions.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, and his decision wasn’t stupid. We both know that. We both like Sam, so let’s not even go there. And don’t bother coming over. I’m not going.”

“6:30 it is! See you later! Bye!”

You tried to argue with her, but the click signifying the end of the call cut you off.

It was already four. You didn’t have long to deal with your emotional state before Ashley arrived.

It was even less time than you imagined because at six, Ashley showed up at your door with some cookies and a smile. She knew it’d take you a while to get ready since you would do everything in your power to keep from going, but once you were ready and she got you in the car, you were less reluctant.

The whole place would be loud, the entire gang probably wouldn’t fit at one table, and you could probably go the entire night without talking to Josh. Sure, running away was a bit childish, but you didn’t care. That would be easiest. Ashley even agreed to help keep him away from you if it got to be too much.

When you arrived, it was just as you expected. The music was blasting, and two booths were occupied by your friends. The first thing you noticed was Josh’s arm around Sam’s shoulders, and you felt your stomach drop. They were sitting with Mike and Jess. Chris must have just arrived too since he was standing by their table chatting with Josh. However, his attention turned to Ashley as soon as she walked in the door beside you, and he joined you two at the other booth with Matt and Emily.

After you settled in, you began to feel better. Matt asked you where you had been, and Chris was happy to see you again. Emily even cracked a joke about how she thought you were dead or something. Thankfully, the conversation gradually drifted away from you, and you found yourself glancing at the other table. Josh was laughing at something Mike said. The sound made your stomach flip, but you took a gulp of water in an attempt to ignore it.

You felt bad. Part of you had hoped that this whole ordeal was some sick joke, but it wasn’t. He really was there with Sam. There was no denying it. It made you feel a little alone, being the only one in the group who was single; A ninth wheel, if you will.

It put a damper on your mood, but you didn’t really care. Your entire persona was a mask, and you were tired of wearing it. Now, you favored listening absentmindedly to Ashley’s friends as opposed to actually interacting. A few of them decided to sing, and you did enjoy watching the lot make fools of themselves. Mike and Jessica did an adorable rendition of Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and Matt surprised everyone by singing Adele. You couldn’t help laughing at them, but your mind kept wandering to Josh and Sam.

You’d done a good job all evening of avoiding looking at them, but when some girl started singing some sappy love song, you couldn’t help a quick glance. Sam was laughing at something Josh said, and he looked proud that he’d made her laugh. You immediately averted your gaze and took a sip of your drink.

“Hey, Y/N,” Chris noticed, “Are you okay? You look a little like you’re gonna hurl or faint or something.”

“Thanks for the concern,” you joke, “but I regret to inform you that my period is the thing that makes me feel like I’m gonna barf my guts out every now and then, and once in a blue moon, the pain will almost make me faint. Perks of being a girl, right?”

Ash flashes you a look, but you don’t acknowledge it.

“Should you maybe head home or something?” Chris asked. It was sweet that he was concerned, but you just rolled your eyes. Emily smirked at his comment, almost laughing under her breath.

“Nah,” you dismissed him, explaining further, “I’m not actually going to, it’s just the feeling.”

Matt nudged me with his elbow, “So you wouldn’t hate me if I bugged you to sing?”

“I would hate you,” I quickly retorted, prompting everyone at my table to laugh.

“Pleeeeeease?” Matt continued.

Emily chimed in along with Chris while Ashley laughed even harder.

“What’s going on over there?” Sam piped up from the other table. You wanted to sink down into your seat, but you resisted the impulse.

Matt immediately threw you under the bus by stating, “Y/N’s gonna sing!”

“No, I’m not!” you quickly corrected him.

A chorus of protests from the entire group overlapped at your comment, and all eyes were on you.

“Come on,” Matt tried again, “You’re better than most people on the radio!”

You crossed your arms in front of you. “That’s because your taste in music is shit.”

“God,” Emily chuckled, “What crawled up your ass and died?”

You could barely contain your laughter when you quipped, “I told you. It’s hormones.”

Your table laughed, but Jess, Mike, Josh, and Sam were a bit confused. You didn’t see the twinge of hurt that crossed Josh’s face. Inside jokes were something you only used to share with him.

“Just one song,” Chris tried, “Please! You think we came to karaoke to hear Matt sing a dramatic rendition of Somebody Like You? Hell no!”

Matt quickly jumped in, “Hey!”

“Oh, shut up,” Jess laughed, “Chris is right. Don’t be a party pooper.”

“Guys!” you try to calm them down, but then Josh joins in.

“Come on, Rockstar! Your voice is the best & you light up when you’re onstage! It’s like having a private concert.” You almost forgot he called you that at karaoke. It made your heart melt and ache at the same time.

“It’s better than a concert!” Sam argued with Josh, “Please, Y/N!”

You glanced at Ash. Shaking your head, you turned your attention back to your drink. “I can’t” you confessed. Then, to Ash, you continued, “I can’t sing a song unless I really feel it and believe in it. I just don’t think I really believe in anything at the moment.”

Ashley lights up at your words. She grabs your arm and starts scooting you two out of the booth.

“Don’t worry, guys,” she calls at her friends, “I know what’ll get her up there.”

You try to fight back, but she’s dragging you, and you don’t want to make a scene. You wonder what she’s doing, but every time you open your mouth, she shushes you and tells you to trust her. You’re tempted not to, but you don’t protest.

Eventually, you’re far enough away from the table that she turns to you while walking towards the DJ’s table. “I promise, I won’t make you sing what you don’t feel.”

You look into her eyes and see she’s being honest, so you nod. “Okay.”

“Josh needs to realize that he’s missing out, and that you’re worth more than the shitty way he made you feel. You’re gonna show him you don’t need him because you’re better off without him if he’s making you feel horrible. Got it?”

That was the first time you genuinely smiled that night. However, there was no time to thank her since she pushed you onstage before she told the DJ what song to play.

When Ashley returned to the booth beside Chris, she crossed her arms with pride. “She’s a sucker for a good ol’ girl power rock song.”

Matt snickered, raising his glass towards you onstage. “That she is,” he agreed, “what’d you choose for her?”

Part 3

Tagging: ask to be tagged here

[hollowedrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, ROBYN! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Arthur Weasley. Your application was honestly a dream. I love, love, love how you expanded on how Arthur’s speech impediment affected his growth, and the man he’s become. The way you delve into his relationship with Molly, and with their children just allowed me to disappear into his character. I can’t wait to see where you take him from here.

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

ooc.

name:

robyn

age:

21

pref pros:

she/her

timezone:

GMT (wales)

activity:

I’m working full time but other than that I should be around daily to interact.

how do you feel about your character dying?:

I’d be gutted because Arthur has already been dealt a bit of a shitty hand (what with everything in the Mols/Gid/Fab realm) but such is war and that’s this world.

anything else?:

WHERE’S MY WIFFEEEEEEEE :(( — jk he’s just suffering already :D

ic details.

full name:

Arthur Septimus Weasley

date of birth:

5th february 1950

former hogwarts house:

Ravenclaw - A boy who could be heard without words, who can command attention from his peers? tell me he’s not here to prove himself with his knowledge of other languages or pour himself into non-verbal magic to provide himself with a voice that can not be ignored. For an individual that has never been thoughtless, Hogwarts freed him from any social restraints he put on himself, the house of the curious facilitated the growth of that character, to ask questions where he felt things were unjust or provide an answer to those that challenged him. It leads perfectly into his role within the Ministry as he attempted to introduce legislature to protect and normalise muggle culture.

(I have always been irritated at the trope-y excuses for the Weasley’s being Gryffindors,Art screams Ravenclaw to me, lemme know what you think)

sexuality:

heterosexual

gender/pronouns:

cis male, he/him

face claim change:

i’m happy with sam if you are

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Art is that guy that you turn to when you need someone to hear you out or have a be with. He’s a rock because he has his world laid ahead of him, his marriage is absolutely water tight and his children are the light of his life. Shake that up and you’ve shaken his core sense of stability. With Molly gone… He’s lost in the hope for her to come back to them all, to their children, to him.

Therefore his strengths look like:

Homemaker/Comforter: He and Mol built the Burrow for themselves before the children were even a whisper in their subconscious, and now he strives for the familiarity and comfort that his home gave even strangers. Godric’s Hollow is a taboo place, in a horrendous situation, but Arthur turns the dingiest corners into little nooks for the boys or respite for those around them all. Hopefully everyone benefits from smaller icons of what home could be and where it could be found again.

Defender: Arthur’s decision to join the Order was not only to protect the ones he holds dearest, but those that need help. He is no pawn to be played with and whilst he feels he has made the biggest mistake by not taking his children and wife and leaving, Arthur knows Molly will come back to him. His knowledge in defensive magic will grow broader as he seeks to understand the darker twists and turns of runic magic and strengthening wand-less charms and hexes for the purpose of duelling. What else could he do with the time where the kids are asleep?

And his weaknesses look like:

Sightless: People may’ve picked up on the speech impediment, something he’s navigated for years but he’s currently blinded. Not physically of course, but things have occurred and who knows what is happening to those missing. Arthur is a certified knot of chaos, and is only just realising that it’s detrimental to his and his children’s safety. He’s too caught in what was and cannot accept a future without his wife and friends. It’s a lot for everyone right now, but he cannot drag himself from the searing pain of what looks to be the future. Unlike others, Arthur is finding it incredibly difficult to move forwards without his stabilising people. To have lost his brother-in-law, and not know whether his other brother-in-law, and wife, has annihilated any sense of security.  

Unamenable: In the sense that he hates the pity that others cast him whilst desperately requiring the support he needs for his own wellbeing and that of his children. It’s something that he needs to get over yesterday in order to survive as a parent, it isn’t weak to accept the criticism of those around him.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

His blood runs cold when he can’t see all of his children. Every morning he wakes up and forgets in those two seconds that Molly isn’t going to be soft under his arms, he’s content, but then he remembers. Arthur has stopped being the warm, inviting, individual that he was once acclaimed, and is now succinct with a worn nod or an obligated line of a smile. Opening up to the new people he’s put in close proximity with isn’t his game, and instead of offering stories to lighten the mood, he listens to everyone and everything he can. He observes more so now than ever and people can assume it’s because he has a speech impediment or that he’s grief stricken because his family are missing or because he’s preoccupied with his children. Arthur isn’t at Godric’s Hollow out of choice, he’s there because he couldn’t think of a better place to be with his children. He’s incredibly thankful but doesn’t trust people’s intentions, Arthur is aware that he can be used a tool in the machine and is biding his time until someone calls upon him.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

Arthur’s as conflicted as most. Stay in the quiet with the boys and lay low, stay protected where flicks of ginger haired aren’t sought out to match their mother’s. Yet there’s a fire in him that yearns to fight and flicker from the ashes and embers, to go and fight for Molly. And he so bitterly finds himself wishing that they would’ve waited longer for the children’s sake because if there were no children they could’ve fought harder at the immediate. She wouldn’t have been lost. He shouldn’t have been a coward and told her to go alone… He’s a mass dichotomy, no one move seems to have a balanced return, he always seems to lose.

It’ll take time but he will realise that he needs to listen to his gut and fight forwards, to set an example that good does prevail when it’s smart and strong enough. For now, they’re all exhausted and Arthur’s very much caught in that state of mind also.

With Molly missing, how is Arthur managing taking care of his children and continuing to be a part of the Order? Does he feel like he should remain a part of the Order?

He knows that he has obligations to the Order because after all, they are housing his children, using resources that should be reserved for those that are actively fighting. However, they accepted that strain and he will serve as best as he can. Currently Arthur is attempting to school his children with what books are littered through Godric’s Hollow and provide structure and normalcy where there seems to be none.

Art knows the Order need people who are dedicated to lose their lives for this, for others, and more importantly for the future, but he just isn’t sure if that is something that he can actively promise or provide to any degree.

Although he continues to read and further his skills to the point where he either decides to move the children and fight with the Order or leave Godric’s Hollow and take off with them.

extra.

here you can list or add any extras you created to get a sense of this character. that can include graphics, writing samples, mock blogs, etc. apps that have extras won’t have an advantage over apps that don’t, although it can help me further understand your grasp of the character.

00/00/52 Molly

05/02/50 Arthur

29/11/70 Bill

12/12/72 Charlie

22/08/76 Percy

01/04/78 George

01/04/78 Fred

01/03/80 Ron

11/08/81 Ginny

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“Do not listen with the intent to reply. But with the intent to understand.”

Fingertips pressed to the tip of his thumb, orderly and silent within his pocket. Listen, watch, observe Arthur, it’s the fastest track to becoming a wiser man. Advice from his father, a stoic, genius of a man. He’s taught Arthur secrets about morality and how to keep his tongue in his head before he had even considered the evils of the world. It was priceless information to have instilled into you at a younger age - especially with the Weasley name carrying blood traitor status.

However it took a time for everyone to realise that words were caught struggling to tumble from his mouth, tripping on his tongue. Fighting their way through monetary issues meant that Cedrella and Septimus Weasley were incredibly busy people whilst Arthur was younger. Both working tirelessly in order to make ends meet, and of course they did, but at the extent of Arthur never really being able to realise the frustrations of having a speech impediment until he took interest in attempting to say new words at the age of five. He should’ve been talking for longer than that but it was a combination of being busy and Arthur naturally being quiet that allowed his disability to go unrecognised.

And so began the speech therapy with a diagnosis for developmental verbal dyspraxia. His speech went from incorrect stresses to monotone, breath control allowed Art to imagine the music he had heard and loved so dearly and breathe to it, suddenly he was starting to flourish. In the meantime, he was introduced to sign language in the therapist’s waiting room, and of course he was intrigued. Talking without words? It seemed like the ultimate solution and so he delved into books and taught himself to sign in the mirror. He wasn’t fluent with expressions and developing a less mechanical place until he made friends with a few deaf children. They filled the gaps in his knowledge and he was a new friend for them to play with. It was exactly what he needed to realise that he could manage without clear language, that he could make others hear him. And these children were muggle, without magic to aid their communication.

Arthur was so excited to be surrounded in magic that he started reading the texts at the age of ten, the anticipation made him nervous beyond belief, knowing that incantations would be his fall. Instead he read the theory of the magic, practising the movements and prayed that by the time he got to Hogwarts, he would just need time to breathe through the incantations. Thankfully he was sorted into Ravenclaw, a house that fed his traits of listening but nurtured the need to ask questions, he began to reach out to his peers and ask more. And they listened, sometimes baffled by his lack of intonation, sometimes reaching out to sign themselves, it was a house of curiosity and endless questions so of course Arthur was forced to be more communicative.

Whilst it wasn’t a cure all, it was what he needed to develop into the individual that would speak out against what he thought was wrong and stand strongly for what he believed to be right.

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“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.”

“RAVENCLAW!”

Red hair felt out of place on the Ravenclaw table. Warmed by a firm hand on the shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at the faces beaming at one another, wondering what the first years might bring to the house. His quiet at the table was easily accepted and ears tentatively picking up names and hobbies. As he turned in his bed, his stomach was full of dread at the realisation of the title to live up to - the innovators and path makers. Arthur swallowed the fear of inadequacy as he rolled again, restlessness was a new thing to one so young.

It was only a week before another signed hello to him, something he hadn’t even clocked as he returned the gesture but was immediately dumbfounded as it came to the front of his mind. It earned a grin from across the room and finally he was settled in his new home, with others hungry to learn from their peers and fill gaps in their familiarity. Despite it turning out that the other thought he was deaf, Art still greatly appreciated the act of kindness, and it instilled in him to give time to others. He hadn’t tried that hard with those around him since he had been surrounded by kids at speech therapy, but this pushed him.

A mention of a charms club had him asking questions to a fifth year student who laughed at him but shrugged and jotted down the directions to a second floor classroom. His magic had never thrived more than when charged with excitement, and Art was soon to be questioned on how he was so proficient. Why was he so proficient? And so his slow explanation was spoken aloud, a rarity to the 11 year old, but others heard him and laughed, wondering if he was going to do their homework for him.

Ravenclaw is his spiritual home. It nurtured him not only with knowledge, but with opportunity. It gifted him the bollocks to ask Molly out. Ravenclaw bequeathed him the strength to shrug off ridiculous name calling and sneers about his sympathy towards non-magical possessing individuals. His core was absolute and clad with the experiences that he held dearest, to support and nurture. To defend. To listen, to learn before marching blindly. Arthur’s morality was furthered in Ravenclaw, it wasn’t borne in the house, but it was watered to full blossom. No longer a seed under fresh soil, but a sunflower tall and looking for light where seemed little.

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“Eos ipsos defendere non possunt defendamus”

(Let us defend those who are unable to defend themselves)

Arthur fell in love with Molly. Molly fell in love with Arthur. Everyone knew that was the story, they could see it in the fond glances and touches that lingered, savouring one another. They were the couple that you almost couldn’t imagine not being together, complete yin and yang. One was burned hot and vibrant where the other ran cool and calm, pacing was better for the both of them as the realised how well the other benefited their lives.

People didn’t see the arguments about having children immediately or wanting to travel or the small pause that happened just after they bought the Burrow. It wasn’t for people to see. They certainly didn’t see the months long conversation about joining the Order or what it would do to their family. What it would do to them and for what? A cause?

“Protecting who at what cause?!”

It made sense now.

But of course there was a part to the yin and yang that absolutely reassured Arthur everyday he woke up. Because for over a decade he had given to loving Molly Prewett, he had received her love back, he was now a piece of her. He would know if she had died. He had to know. It wasn’t fabled that people collapsed out of the blue despite not knowing their significant other had passed. It couldn’t have been. He would hold Ginevra in his arms every night whispering promises of returning her to her mother, of offering the comfort of her touch, and there were nights when his daughter was his only comfort whilst he sobbed alone, defeated and exhausted.

“Children! Families! People with those to lose!”

The memory of the argument alone made him stoic and calmed his fears as much as it screamed his guilt in silent moments of thought. An odd juxtaposition but he was as determined as he was when the words had left his lips. All of them had but one goal to move through this. They would find her, because that was what they were all here to do - what they had to do.

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“Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.”

Charlie. Percy. Fred. George. Ron. Where’s the baby?! WHERE’S T- Ginny.

Morning mantras were never reminding yourself that your children were alive and surrounding you, they were the eggs and bacon?

Or porridge?

No, Dad! I want toast.

It wasn’t always a tightened chest when he heard a clatter of locks changing whilst his children played across the room from him, an instant flash of hands to check that they were all aware to be respectful of those around them. He had never quietened their noise as he did so now… Not that they were louder than most’s speaking level. It still was unnatural to see his eldest pick up the younger ones when Arthur moved in front of them when somebody unexpected entered the room.

Watching his children grow up aware that they were all targets. Now that was stomach churning, to see their fight or flight in real time instead of in tag or when they were scared because they’d broken a glass.

Art was exhausting his imagination in order to provide fun alternatives for them to play or take their minds away from the cold reality. They were now learning how to write their wishes and new words and spells. Art was worried for his children getting to an age where they needed proper magical tuition, whether they would leave for Hogwarts as Bill had, how would they channel their magic initially without wands. Could he guide them through that?

What would Molly do?

His heart burned for his eldest son. He just wasn’t enough for everyone and that was the problem, wasn’t it? Arthur felt like he was letting his boy down by leaving him away from the rest of his siblings but it was the safest place for him. Perhaps safer than his siblings. It was the question that wracked his head - should he collect Bill from Hogwarts so that he was safe with everyone? How could he protect him when he was miles away? Would he be able to protect another child, especially one so desperate to protect his siblings… Molly would be so irritated at that thought. Or maybe she would be furious that he still waited, that he hadn’t taken them already. His mind buzzed light the air in a storm, but at least his words weren’t yet electric and sharp to others. Instead he exhaled and shook out the distress, heaving sighs in hopes of removing the weight crushing his chest.

Self doubt was an evil bastard and he was consumed with the what-ifs and the when’s instead of the right-here’s and the nows.

DAD!!!!

He had been waiting for it. Percy was writing letters to his grandmother when Charlie had stolen a rubber band and thwacked it across the room, hitting his brother on the side of the head. Arthur stifled a laugh whilst he watched Molly take a rather purposeful sip of tea to hide her smile before correcting the behaviour.

Dad?

Art blinked, staring at a frowning George, tuning back into the room. His son had been so hesitant, the boys were very patient with both him and Ginny in the absence of their mother. They wanted home as much as he did, but at least their space was slowly becoming more comfortable and their drawings were brightening Godric’s Hollow as small gifts to the others that sat and read stories with them all. He just hoped that this wouldn’t become their usual and he could return to the home he had made for his family.

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AFTER THOUGHT:

(Muse is something that develops in scenario for me personally and I am stoked for the plot of this RP to reinvent the Arthur I’ve written for years. Hence how face value the answers are, but hit me up if you want more drabble or to further move through the points, I just want the chance to do this organically through interaction.)

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Combatants ~ Part 8 ~ final part

A/N: Oh my god, final part is out and this means its over. I finally stopped torturing them. I just want to say because this is the last part that this imagine/fan fic is really important to me. I wrote it when I was in a really dark place and it helped me get through it with the help of you guys and your feedback. 

WARNING: Angst (typical), fluff,...

TAGS: @nadinissavage, @lexi-thechaosqueen, @grey-raven, @alohomagines, @bestillmystuckyheart, @maddyfitzhenry, @astrophileslytherin, @literally-anythin, @fashionlive15, @hello-fanfiction-goodbye-grades, @robyn-0790, @beyoursnow, @oreofrappiewithblueberry, @deanilostmyshoe, @hellboundblogger, @thewinterquicksilver, @geeksareunique

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When you opened your eyes you weren’t in Hogwarts anymore. Your head was pounding and it took you a while to realize where you truly are. It was a dark, cold room with ripped wallpapers on the walls and right next to you was Bruto, tied to a chair just like you. Trying to move and free yourself from the chair, the ropes only tightned and squeezed your chest. ‘They must have used a charm.’ you thought to yourself before looking up at the two men standing right in front of you.

“Twelve years ago men in blue took my father away. It was the worst day in my life. He left me with two little boys and a wolf to take care of. And I did. I ran far away with two boys in my arms and promised father to protect my little brothers. And I did. We hid in this small, deserted house with barely anything to eat. A year later men in blue found us and took us away, seperating Zebedaiah from us. I was furious with them. They took my little brother and gave it to someone else’s family. Yours.” he growled and leaned towards you. “When they wanted to take Gray away I wanted to ripp their heads of. And I did. I brought my little Toto and he did all the work for me instead.” he chuckled and turned around to Gray.

“We decided to pay your parents a visit.” continued Gray and walked towards you. “It was hard to find them but we did. Of course seeing our little brother playing with a young (y/h/c) girl emerged some unplanned jealousy. Because there you were playing with my younger brother while I had to stand on the side and watch it. “

“When you walked inside, I came over to Zoey and talked to him. He was so innocent, so pure and as soon as looked up to me with his green eyes I realized how much I missed him. Of course that was the day I promised him I will get him back. It was facinating. His hair. Just like my mother. It’s a genetic thing, that my family had for years. Like my grandfather had heterochromia, Gray inherited different colored eyes from him and his navy blue hair from my uncle, just like Monty. But Zoey. It was like seeing my mother once more with his green eyes. The same green eyes he got from my mother. Me? I inherited everything from my father. Except my hair. Those love to change color on the light as you might have noticed. See...my father, unlike me, is a horrifying man. You think I am a monster, you should have met him. But luckly for you he is locked away so that’s probably never going to happen.”

“Lucky for us too.” mumbled Gray.

Collin shot his head towards Gray and angrly walked towards him. He grabbed him by the neck and lift him and backed him against the wall. “If it wasnt for him we would still be rotting in that hell hole for what I know! Do not disrespect him in front of me!” he roared and squeezed him tighter.

“Get.off.me.” growled Gray and glared at his brother as he let go of him.

“See (y/n). Like every villian, I have a story too.” he smiled and knelt down to you.

“A villian my arse.” you scoffed and glared at his dark eyes. “More like a pathetic fool.” 

Collin chuckled and walked towards Bruto. “You know I always liked you. No matter what you did, I still liked you. I kind of had a soft spot for you Wolfie. Funny right.” he smiled and pulled out a knife. “As for this lad over here.” he spoke in a different, lower tone. “This lad pissed me off.” he snarled and gently brushed his knife against his thigh. “You know Gray told me about this thing. What is it called again brother?”

“Polyjuice potion.” answered Gray gritting his teeth and glaring at Collin.

“Polyjuice potion.” he chuckled. “That.” he added before his face turned completly flat. He pushed the knife in Bruto’s thigh and started twisting it. “You should have never done that!” he growled making Bruto yelp from pain. He pulled the knife out and stabbed the other thigh. “Pretending to be Zoey! I almost believed you! “ 

“Stop it Collin! “ you yelled.

“Would you rather see Toto do all the work? I bet you want to know how he ripped your parents apart.” he cackled, turning to the door and letting out a whistle.

And there he was. A large white wolf with dark viscious eyes. His fur was long and white as snow as his nose was dark with a small light orange stripe streching right on the middle of it. There was still some blood on his paws and as soon as he smelled the blood he moved towards Bruto.

“NO! You can’t do this!!” you begged, tears falling down your cheeks and struggling to break away from the charm. “Please! Collin don’t do this!” 

But Toto was already approaching Bruto. You looked over to Gray, who turned his eyes away from the scene. He didn’t want to see this. He always hated this part, hell he never wanted to be part of this in the first place.

 “Jack!” you yelled. “Jack please don’t let him do this! You are supposed to be my best friend. My best friend! Didn’t the time we spent together mean anything to you!?” 

Looking at your broken (y/e/c) eyes he felt horrible. Your eyes that seemed to dig deep in his soul, he didn’t know he had. And yes. You meant the world to him. He loved your funny comments, your reactions when he says something dirty, or the way you surprise him with even more dirtier thoughts. He loved you like a sister. He thought of you that way too. You were always there for him. Either was it being annoying or making him feel better everytime he was down. You were there for him in a way Collin never was, 

And with Bruto. He cared for the guy even though he was a dick. Bruto was there when you weren’t. And when the two of you bickered, he used to watch and just laugh at his roomate and his best friend fighting over him. 

But he was bad. He was supposed to be bad. Right?

You looked over to Bruto, whose eyes were still stuck on you. There was a small smile appearing on his lip. “I love you (y/n). Don’t forget that.” he spoke in a croaky and brittle voice.

“No.” you whispered, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. 

The wolf was close to Bruto by now. His snout sniffing him from his toes to his thighs and his eyes suddenly turning red. 

“Avada Kadavra!” yelled Gray, pulling his wand at the wolf and blasting a green light out of it. Toto was blasted away and dead on the scene.

“NO!” yelled Collin running to the wolf. He put his hands under his head and stroked him. Toto was dead. The only thing he had of his mother was gone. “You killed him!” he shouted turning his head to Gray.

“Good. That wolf deserved it.” spat Gray, putting away his wand and glaring at his brother.

“This wolf was the only thing left of her! This wolf was her’s!” yelled Collin, walking over to his brother and stopping only an inch away from him.

“And you think she would want her wolf to kill innocent people! Collin this wolf attacked Zoey when he was 4 years old no wonder they took him away!” shouted Gray, standing his ground and looking at his brother.

“They were not innocent!!”

“Yes they were Collin! They were innocent people, who just wanted to adopt our baby brother so he could have a normal family life! A family who loves him and keeps him safe!”

“We could have done that! We could have been that family!” 

“What is wrong with you!?! Mom is dead, dad is in prison and you are a murderer! You took away any chance Zoey had at a normal life by taking her parents! If you really cared for him you would let them live!” 

“But father-”

“What father Collin!?! He was a terrible father to us! He made us do horrible things. Since we were young we had to steal and lie for him. We had to do things no kid should do!” 

“That’s what made us strong. That’s what made us survive.”

“No! That’s what made our family fall apart! That’s what put us here in the first place. God Collin you are just like him!” 

“Shut up Gray!” roared Collin, pushing Gray away and clenching his fist. When Gray got up, he stormed at Collin but was knocked down before he could do anything.

He turned around to face you. His eyes burning with fire as  he walked over to you and rocked the chair backwards. “You did this!” he growled pulling out his knife. “You bitch!” 

“Leave her alone Collin!” yelled Gray and pulled out his wand. “Immobulus!”

As soon as Collin froze in his position, Gray ran towards Bruto. He knelt down, checking his wounds. “Tergeo.” he spoke quietly, pointing his wand on his bleeding wounds. 

“You piece of shit Gray! Unfreeze me!” shouted Collin. 

“Sorry brother.” smirked Gray and taped his mouth. “I bet father will love to see you.”

“You helped us.” you mumbled quietly and looked ove to the curly hair boy.

“What Collin did...it was wrong.” he sighed, turning to you and untying you from the chair. “What I did....was wrong too.”

“Jack...”

“I’m sorry (y/n). For everything I did I am sorry. I understand if you don’t forgive me for what I did to you, but I just want you to know that I am deeply sorry for what I have done. “ he blubbered and took your hands. “I love you (y/n). Not in the way Black does but I do care for you. I care bloody a lot and I need you in my life, I really do.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in a tight hug. “I need you too,” you sobbed and gripped him tighter. “But you scared the hell out of me.”

“I know and I swear I’ll change. I don’t want to be a bad person (y/n).“

You pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks. “You’re not.” you smiled and brushed the tears away.

“Not to interrupt your heart-to-heart moment but I almost died today and I can barely walk. So could we just go home already?” asked Bruto making the both of you chuckle.

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“Sirius.” said James, staring at his best friend jumping his leg for the last 15 minutes. “Sirius.” he repeated but got no reaction from him. 

“SIRIUS!” barked Remus making Sirius shot his head up.

“Yeah.”

“I swear if you don’t stop jumping that leg I’ll make sure I’ll eat you alive in my werewolf form. For God’s sake I’ve been reading the same page for 15 minutes.” he snapped and sent Sirius a threatning glare.

“Oh well you try pouring your feelings to a girl and then get blasted 10 feet in the air by that Jack guy only to wake up in a hospital and then finding out she’s gone.” said Sirius standing up from the couch and pacing the room. 

“Yeah but now she’s back and well.” comforted James, closing his book and looking up at his pacing friend.

“And I still haven’t got a chance to see her.” he sighed and stopped pacing. “Why doesn’t  Madam P just let me in?” he huffed and threw himself on the armchair.

“Maybe she hates you.”  chuckled James. “Just a thought.” 

“Why would she hate me?” asked Sirius, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Beside the fact you call her Madam P, remember third year when you tried to heal me but only got my leg all squishy.” replied James.

“Oh I remember that!” smiled Remus, finally closing his book and engaging in the conversation. “And then you made it flop around.” he started laughing.

“Fun times.” smiled James and laughed along.

“Oh and remember the time Remus came with a broken nose and we tried to fix it with a healing charm but we hexed him instead.” laughed Sirius.

“We just turned 12 and we thought we were such a bad-arses but we only made his head bigger.” added James and continued laughing.

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And there you were, just entering the portret hole with Peter and finding him with one of the brightest smiles in the room. “Oi guys. Look who I found.” smiled Peter making the others turn around.

“Hello boys!” you beamed.

As soon as he saw you he just stood there. He just stood there and stared at you. He couldn’t believe you were finally back.

Seeing Sirius’ smile grow bigger, James smiled at you and stood up. “Okay so we’ll just leave the two of you alone and if you need us we’ll just be upstairs. Eavesdropping.” said James, winking at you and pulling the other two upstairs.

When the two of you were left alone, a loud silence entered the room. You looked over to Sirius, his eyes set on yours and his thoughts completly lost. 

“Well if you’re not gonna break this awkward silence than I-”

But before you could finish the sentance he was already pressing his lips onto yours. One of his hands on your waist while the other was running through your hair, you simply started kissing him back. Finally after all this anger, tension and lust you got the kiss you were craving for months. But before you could deepen it he pulled away.

“I’m done waiting and talking.” he smiled pulled you into another kiss.

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After graduation Sirius and you moved in together. It was a small apartment, near James and Lily and the two of you just had a small party, celebrating Sirius’ new job as an Auror. Everybody was here, Peter, Marlene, Mary, Remus, Bruto and Gray except for James and Lily.

“What are they even doing? They basicly live next door.” huffed Remus and took another sip of his coffee.

“I could think of a few things they might be doing.” grinned Sirius and put down a big bottle of firewhiskey.

There was a big groan from the whole group. “ Come on Sirius. One party without alcohol.” said Remus and rolled his eyes.

“I am young. I just got a job. You’ll drink whatever I tell you to drink.” he smiled and started pouring it the glasses.

“I just got dumped so bring it Black. I need to get wasted.” cheered Bruto, lifting his glass.

“The best way to heal a broken heart. Alcohol!” exculted Sirius and poured him the firewhiskey.

“Yeah but if he gets drunk I won’t be the one dragging him home.” chided Remus and took another sip of his coffee.

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“Remus be still! I can’t tie your shoes!” laughed Sirius, trying to tie his shoes.

“I don’t want to go! I want whiskeyyy! “ shouted Remus walking away from Sirius, but was soon pulled back by Bruto.

“I can’t believe I didn’t get wasted because this git drank the whole bottle.” sighed Bruto and put Remus’ arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you Bruto for taking care of him.” you thanked while wrapping an arm around Sirius.

“Yeah whatever.” he scoffed and walked out of the door. “ But I’m getting wasted next time!” he shouted from behind. 

You chuckled and walked in the kitchen. “I can’t believe you made him drink the whole bottle. How is he even alive?” 

He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. “It must be the werewolf thing or something.” he grinned and turned your around.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently scratched the back of his neck. “You know I still haven’t given you my present for you getting a new job.” you grinned and slowly brushed your lips agains his. 

“Oh yeah. I wonder what it is?” he grinned and slid his hands under your shirt. 

“Maybe you should ask James and Lily.” 

Pulling him down to kiss him, you were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. You looked up to Sirius only to see mischivious grey eyes looking back. 

“Are you expecting someone?” you asked and walked towards the door.

“I might.”

When you opened the door, you almost collapsed on the ground. He was there. Short curly torquise hair with blonde strands and green eyes. Tall 17 year old boy, wearing the biggest smile and showing off his dimples.

 “Well are you just going to stand there or give your brother a hug.” he smiled and opened his arms.

“Come here.” you said and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t believe it. He was here. Your brother was finally here, in your arms, well and alive. It was so long, so long you couldn’t even remember the last time you saw him. But he was here and you just couldn’t let go. 

“I can’t breathe.” he chuckled and let go of you. 

“You’re taller than me.” you smiled, letting tears of joy roll down your cheeks. “And you cut your hair.” 

“And you have your own apartment.” he chuckled and gave you another hug.  

You looked over to Sirius, who was leaning on the wall and smiling at the two of you. “You did this?” you asked him.

“Sirius somehow found where I live and wrote me a letter to come over. “ explained Zoey and shook Sirius hand. “ Nice to meet you officially.” 

“Likewise.” smiled Sirius and lead him to the living room.

When Zoey went to the kitchen, you pulled Sirius by the sleeve and pressed your lips onto his. “I love you Sirius Black.” 

“I love you too.”