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they don’t call me fucking dumbass shithead idiot for nothing

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@mrlenemck

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marlene.

a sigh of relief brushed past her lips as she sank into his embrace, his warm touch fighting back the cold darkness that overpowered her slim frame ever since she’d been ambushed. her tears no longer spilled from fear but rather the comfort that he provided and the joy his embrace injected into her fragile heart. ❛ sirius. ❜ his name fell from her lips like a prayer as the girl took a minute to revel in the peace that surrounded her now that she knew she was truly safe. no one would dare come for her when he was only a few inches away and if they did, marlene would hardly feel as defenceless with the bold gryffindor fighting by her side. as his hands travelled along her soft skin, the girl allowed herself the pleasure she’d never awarded herself of pulling him closer, rejecting the space he’d placed between them. ❛ days? i’ve been out for days?  ❜ 

to her, it seemed like only hours had past since the attack though the pain did alter her sense of time greatly. his urgency to get her to lie down only made her panic rise again, her head shaking quickly and her hands flying up to reach his, gripping his palm as if her life depended on it. lying down would only remind her of the scars etched along the once smooth skin of her back, of how they got there. each time she moved she could imagine how the curse traveled down her spine sending shocks of blinding pain to spread across the ample plains of flesh until bright red marks burst out, bulging to form spider like figurines along the length of her backside. she couldn’t say it but her eyes bore into his gaze, begging him to understand so she wouldn’t have to mumble the consequences of what had happened to her. ❛ j-just stay with me right now? please? i don’t want to sleep not now.❜

                       she was crying, the damp hitting his shoulder yet wrenching his stomach with a violent jerk, it was only soothed by her rush to draw close.  there was a sense of urgency to her hug, hinting of a need he didn’t have much occasion to feel outside of the circle he’d built for himself. after al,l there had always been those who’d wanted him for something. a son. a black. an heir.  but few that needed him.  and his own relief leaving him in a soft exhale of breath, an oppressive ache rushed to fill the vacancy. it was a familiar ache. a call for action, as only activity could bring enough distraction from the sting of it. his fluttering hands betrayed him, anger warm and natural in all the places concern had not already settled in. a lump rising in his throat at the question, sirius didn’t offer an answer immediately, burying his nose into the side of her neck and his grip tightening, as if her embrace had been the permission he’d needed.    

                  there  was the concern, the anger, of course.  but  it was a terrible thing to admit to, his lack of surprise at their current state of affairs. he was perhaps one of the only  people wholly aware of the depths the other side would sink to. he’d felt it himself, the violence of their righteousness. it had lived in him too.  but here he’d been. aware but complacent.  ( to marlene’s great detriment  )  and he felt in his heart that he should’ve known. realized sooner that this would happen. and how most troubling of all, he should’ve done   better.  && meeting her eye, forced to meet the pleading layered beneath the surface, sirius’ rankles rose, gaze hardening with a rising fury, boiling beneath the skin until he was warm to the touch. fueled by it, really.  ❛  mm. mars. shit--  marlene. i’m so sorry.     i’m so sorry .   ❜   and there was a break, heavy as though he’d done the deed himself, eyes glassing over and unfocused.   then she spoke, and he was here again. the weakness behind the request sending his thoughts rattling against his temples until his vision was blurring, frayed at the edges. he silently shifted to settle beside her, noting the fire of resolve that built in him with each light touch.   ❛   i can do that.   ❜  whispered words void of their usual levity as he leaned against the headboard and reached to cradle her frame against his chest. dark hair spilling beneath his chin and silently willing the contact to bolster her as it did him, the back of his hand alighting on her cheek again   ❛  i’m so sorry-- you don’t know how much. but you’re okay. you’re okay and i’ll be here, alright ? i won’t let--- i won’t let  anything  like that happen again.  ❜  and he sounded so sure, muttering promises into the dark and shaking hands brushing at her hair. 

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Icarus - Greek legend who used fake wings to escape imprisonment but fell into the sea and drowned

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adie.

                  he  tried  to  ignore  the  discomfort  rushing  through him;  chilled,  freezing  his  pale  skin  as  he  gave  the  coffee  a  fleeting  glance.  he  never  liked  sirius.  never  hated  him  either.  it  was  more  of  an  indifference,  one  that  was  there  before  he  started  talking  to  marlene    &    one  that  remained  even  after.  but  there  he  stood,  talking  about  faith,    &    suddenly  adie  found  himself  itching  for  a  cigarette,  bitter  laughter  falling  from  his  lips  as  he  waved  his  finger  in  the  air.   taking  a  large  breath,  he   stood  tall     &    took   one,  two,  three  small  steps  away  from  the  chair.      ❛   ye  here  for  the  next  shift     ?     ❜     he  asked  rhetorically,  rubbing  his  tired  eyes  as  he  stole  a  quick  glance  of  marlene.       

                    jaw jumping at the all too familiar laugh, the type designed for walls and distance from a current situation. he knew that game all too well.  although  ( sirius placated himself )  adie seemed to think he was somehow above their shared predicament, like cynicism had laid out the future for anyone willing to be bitter enough and he knew  ‘better’.  well   FINE.  sirius’ gaze flashing with wild anger.   if he honestly believed marlene wouldn’t be getting out of that damn bed then maybe the stupid fucker should do something useful and pick up a shovel.  a click resounding as his teeth gnashed together.    but then, for all that fluff and pomp,  finnigan was also   here.   which for a gryffindor who valued action above all else,   meant something. and his heart was softened,   so  rather than spew his venomous frustration wedged at the back of his throat, rubbed raw by an oppressive concern. sirius offered only a cold look before snatching up a spare chair and shoving his lanky form into it,  his arms crossed over his chest and gaze unfriendly, daring the other to leave,  and yet silently deciding that if he actually did, all his remaining respect would be lost.   ❛   do what you like.  ❜   tone dismissive as his gaze landed on marlene

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do you think you allow judgement to get in the way of forming new relationships?

   ❛   looks like  snape’s sending me love letters again. ❜

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fmk james, peter, remus

❛  the answer to this changes minute to minute but today looks like we’re killing remus so i don’t have any competition for prettiest lashes in the room  marry petes since he’s the only one willing to take care of my ass, which just leaves my boy james to treat me to dinner, because i don’t put out for nothing.  ❜

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#they are so cute

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marlene.

feeling trapped was not a foreign emotion for marlene. if anyone should inquire she’d argue she’d felt trapped from the moment she was born into the mckinnon lineage. she could describe it all too well, the suffocating silence that haunted her existence, the restraints she’d fought for countless years to no avail, the desperation that coursed constantly through her veins as she struggled to find an escape within the confines of a family she didn’t feel she belonged in. however, the notion of being trapped and ACTUALLY being trapped within ones subconscious, they were two very different things. marlene was a fighter, whoever met the girl could recognise that in her fiery eyes. but it was clear that no matter how hard she fought the only way she’d be released from her nightmares would be with time, time she didn’t feel she had. that was the only way she could describe what came following the events that led to her induced comma of sorts. though madame pomfrey was in all likelihood acting on her behalf in hopes of helping the petite girl cope with the pain, the woman had probably done much more harm than good, locking marlene in her mind for hours, alone with her deadly thoughts and vicious memories that in turn magnified the tremors that shook her frail limbs.   her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lighting around her though it brought little to no relief. the pain had subsided (for the most part) and she could sit up despite the way her body quivered. the brunette recognised the infirmary immediately, her eyes darting around to survey the rest of her surroundings her heart racing as she caught a glimpse of someone sitting at the foot of her bed. still wound up and on edge, byproduct of the intense torture she’d succumbed to, the girl crawled back while her hands flailed to search for her wand. marlene wanted to scream yet no sound fell from her lips, the basic reaction stripped from her likely due to fear itself which only angered her more. she only stopped moving once the student turned to face her, the dark hues of his worry stricken eyes settling her nerves slightly as she gripped the sheets almost as if gripping onto sanity itself. ❛ w-what happened.❜

                         and at her first signs of movement, he was on his feet, heart in his throat and a sharp ‘hey’ working its way up from the tightness in his chest.    she was alright.     the excitement staunched by her panicked response, the quick search for a ( luckily for him ) nonexistent wand. yet he stumbled forward through any threat, hand catching her shoulder as though he might shove her back to rest. and maybe someone better, more thoughtful, and less selfish for the confirmation that she was well might’ve done just that. instead, sirius revealed  in these moments that lacked any clear thought,  his true, thoughtless, and yet well meaning nature. his frame crushed her’s in a hug, fingers curling in her hair and the lowest sigh of relief passing over the curve of her ear. not that this was an answer, or an explanation of where she was or what had occurred. he clung to her for a few beats, staving back the threat of a sting behind tired eyes. another breath stilling the jarring race in his chest, only able to hope then that the warmth in his chest healed any hurt caused by his grip.  which he quickly loosened and sirius lifted his chin to glance around, to call for pomfrey, to give her something that would bring back some of the warmth missing from his brief meeting of her gaze.

           ❛ mar-- you fucker, scaring us-- out for days-- ❜  his words soft and as disjointed as the sudden shift from furious plans and miserable worry, to quick jolt of untainted relief. his hands were shaking as he moved to give her space, sparse inches that left him perched and anxious on the edge of the bed. he gave up the search for a missing pomfrey to  pour his attention into her features, movements flustered as hands moved from the flush of her cheek to lowering tense shoulders.  ❛  you should lie down. lay down  ❜  worried frown breaking into a small smile

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adie.

                     ❛    hmph     ?!    ❜    he  shot  up  in  his  seat,  half  asleep  as  he  looked  around  with  a  drowsy  expression.  he’d  shut  his  eyes  for  a  short  moment  only  to  succumb  to  fatigue,  unable  to  stay  awake  a  second  longer.     ❛   sorry  i  eh  .  .  .    nodded  off  for  a bit.   ❜   turning  to  the  side,  he  gave  marlene  a  worrisome  glance  as  he  sat  all  the  way  up.     ❛    nothin’s  changed.  ❜

                   adie jerking awake at the scuffing of his shoe gave sirius pause, gaze on the lingering glance the ravenclaw held for the unconscious girl.    ❛   mm  ❜   unable to offer the acknowledgment with his usual smile, he wasn’t able to meet the other boy’s eye either. jaw twitching and the tightening in his chest given life with the negative assessment.     ❛    . . . have some faith.   ❜    in her, if nothing else. he didn’t finish the thought, and instead sirius offered up his cold, nearly full coffee, setting it near adie’s elbow with a gentle click.

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 he looked like hell. complexion pale, dark colors blossoming beneath a glazed gaze. incessant fingers tapping out a chaotic rhythm on his chair’s armrest. and while he was clearly   present,   his blank look suggested his thoughts weren’t. of course, there were small things keeping a hopelessly listless anger from pacing the halls rather than keeping him glued to his seat. the pulsing, even breaths interrupted by thrumming tremors out of the corner of his eye.  splashes of black ink from the book sitting untouched on his lap. but mostly, it was a harrowing sense of   GUILT.  a feeling that left his legs and chest leaden. weak     . . .      ---his hand stilled, fingers drawn to the coarse edge of his jaw as he turned to glance at the bruised girl on the bed.   // @mrlenemck

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the real tragedy is that sirius black died before he could find out about the embarrassing nickname snape gave himself as a teenager

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peter.

pete nodded, attentively listening to his best friend’s words but wholly unsure of what to say.  thanks for your blessing?  i appreciate you not being angry?  nothing felt accurate.  it all felt fake, forced.  it wasn’t that he expected sirius to get angry with him.  in truth, he didn’t know what he expected, but…  “you’re my best mate.  well, one of three—don’t think i’d give you an ego boost and actually rank you lot.  your opinion matters to me, sirius.  i care about what you have to say.  sure, i don’t need your blessing or anyone else’s but i want it to make sure i’m not doing something outside our normal range of stupid.  you know what i mean?”  pete really didn’t know if he was making sense.  but he hoped he was getting his point across.  “it’s not that i care what people think…”  that was a lie.  “okay maybe i do. but i care more about what my friends think, because you want what’s best for me.”

                    sirius grew quiet, maybe not physically sinking into the couch but certainly mentally, fist knocking the couch’s armrest in a slow, steady rhythm as he listened. having personally seen the issue as resolved, the low sigh that passed his lips wasn’t exactly gracious or demonstrative of a person eager to answer peter’s further delving into his psyche on the matter,    ❛   . . .  fine. you want my opinion ?    this isn’t the most fun conversation we’ve ever had. downright uncomfortable, honestly. and probably pretty avoidable.      but . . . i’m also not going to tell you who to like, pete. which i’m guessing that’s the case  since you’re taking this so fucking seriously.    ❜   words touched with an old and familiar impatience, he shifted forward, moving to gather up his things, features neutral and tone drained.     ❛  so sure. yeah. things would be easier if you didn’t, but not everything needs to be easy. do what you like, make your own happiness. and    if   a problem shows up ?  i promise  we’ll  deal with it, because . . . . you’re important to me. i like having you around. that’s what matters.    but right now you’re making a problem where one doesn’t exist. okay ?    ❜   standing to his full height, his smile was thin as he gave peter a nod. bag knocking his side as he set it over his shoulder. and sirius paused before taking his leave, words betraying an underlining concern that with his annoyance he had grown too cold. too dismissive.      ❛   . . . we good ?   ❜