#Lily is going to teach him how to use that microwave

[athenasparrow]

OMG I LOVE THIS 😍😍😍

@annabtg tagging you to read for Sirius and @itsjamespotter for wolfstar adorableness

"Dad would probably prefer if I'd marry a Muggleborn. She could teach him how to use the Muggle box he bought for warming up food," James says.

This captures Fleamomt so well! Yes, one day Lily will show him!

The moment with Sirius' head on Remus' should is SO CUTE 🥰

"She's cute, right?" James asks.

He's staring across the room.

Sirius moves his knight on the chess board and follows James' gaze. He laughs when he sees the red-head Lily Evans chatting with her friends on the other side of their common room.

"What?" James asks.

Sirius glances at him.

They're thirteen and it's the first time James really talks about girls. And even if girls and dates and kisses are new and not particularly something Sirius is interested in, he knows the rules. He was taught before he even understood what dating a girl meant.

"She's a Muggleborn," Sirius shrugs as he states the obvious.

"So?"

There's defiance in James voice, it reminds Sirius of the times he used to refer the likes of Lily Evans with much worse vocabulary. It was James and their friends to make him change his ways.

Sirius sighs.

"It's fine by me," he says, honestly. "But I doubt your parents would approve."

James frowns. At first Sirius thinks he's acknowledged the problem and trying to come up with a way to pursuit his crush without his parents ever finding out. And really, how could they, James doesn't have cousins to tell on him.

But it's not that. James looks at him the way he does when he's trying to read deep into his mind. Like James did when they had their first discussions about blood supremacy. Or when Sirius was walking funny after last summer break. He had hurt his back falling down the stairs after an argument with his mother, but that wasn't the sort of thing to discuss with... Anyone really.

James' expression clears, he leans back and makes his move on the chess board.

"Your parents want you to marry a pureblood," James states.

Sirius shrugs.

"Of course. Yours don't?"

"Dad would probably prefer if I'd marry a Muggleborn. She could teach him how to use the Muggle box he bought for warming up food," James says.

Sirius stares at him, and it has nothing to do with the said Muggle device. He'd look more surprised, but he learned to hide his feelings years ago.

He knows James' family thinks Muggleborns can do anything a pureblood can. But it's one thing to treat people equally on the streets, another to break something as holy as the pure bloodline.

Sirius had thought marrying a pureblood was given, a duty, a fact, something every pureblood did. But here he is, looking at the heir of the Potter family - an heir who clearly doesn't follow any of the rules Sirius had been taught since the day he was born.

As Sirius looks at James, he realises it looks like freedom. Not that Sirius even really cares about girls and marriage, but for the first time he sees that James truly has everything. Money, brains, parents who send him sweets and chocolate even when he doesn't ask for it. But more than that, James has options. He can choose his future.

"Are you ok?" James asks bringing Sirius back from his thoughts.

"Yeah." He answers before focusing on the chess board again. "But if I have to marry someone like Carrow and you get to choose, the least you can do is to lose the game!"

His knight eats James' horse.

"Hey, it's not that bad." James says comfortingly and moves his queen out of the way. Then he grins and Sirius knows he's up to no good.

"You can choose too. If you don't want Carrow you can always take one of your cousins," James suggests as sincerely as a mischievous pre-teen can.

The sofa cushion hits James before he has time to dodge, and then the chess pieces fly around as Sirius reaches over the sofa table to James.

When Remus Lupin descends to the Gryffindor common room a few minutes later, his two friends are a messy, wrestling and laughing pile of loosened ties and wrinkled ropes on the floor.

He shakes his head and sits on the sofa after removing a few misplaced chess pieces. He takes a fat book out of his bag and continues his day as if two wrestling thirteen-year-olds in his feet were nothing but an ordinary day.

As he reads Sirius launches from the floor to find a safe haven next to him - James knows better than to bother his reading. When the long haired boy leans his head against Remus' shoulder and shows his tongue at James, something extraordinary happens. Nobody notices, but the corners of Remus Lupin's lips turn into a smile behind his book.

Sirius Black has many things to learn and unlearn during his Hogwarts years. And dating girls - or not dating them - is definitely one of those.

[marleneismydopamine]

Marauders cooking headcanons

James - FANTASTIC cook and baker. effie and monty taught him how to cook and bake at a young age so it’s a pretty nostalgic thing for him. one of the only things that can get him to be completely focused and block everything else out. Weirdly a control freak when cooking, no one can touch anything because they are doing it wrong. Loves cooking south asian dishes the most but can cook anything really

Sirius - hates cooking on his own. Finds it really boring to just be making something only out of hunger or because she has to eat. BUT really enjoys cooking or baking with people she cares about. They like making something in a social setting where it’s not necessarily about the food but about the experience and how he’s spending time with others. It also gives them a reason to make it taste good because it’s not just for her so she actually tries to be good at it. And sometimes their food tastes really good (emphasis on sometimes)

Remus - can make microwave porridge and ramen. That’s it. He lives off that stuff because he can’t cook for shit. He’s the type of person who would burn water (but he does make the best drinks).

Peter - pretty good at cooking but baking and sweet things is where he SHINES. Has professional equipment and likes to make really complex desserts like macarons (I tried to make them once, they are ridiculously hard). Loves to teach his friends how to bake things because it’s fun and it makes Peter feel helpful and good at something. He is the person who makes the birthday cakes for everyone and pride cakes whenever anyone comes out. Is so good he could actually pursue it as a career and be very successful.

Lily - a “must follow the recipe exactly” kind of cook. The food she makes is amazing and she usually likes to make A LOT of it. making and giving food to her friends is one of her love languages. But if she can’t find an ingredient for a meal, then she just won’t make it. There is no such thing as substitutions in her mind. and if something isn’t going right then she will start over. her perfectionism can be exhausting so sometimes if she’s not in the mood for making a perfect meal then she’ll just make toast. Either she will give her cooking her all or she just won’t try.

Mary - very talented cook and baker. her grandmother and mum taught her how to cook and now she can make the tastiest meals without even trying. It just comes naturally to her. *tastes something she’s making* “oh i know what it’s missing”. Thought that this is how everyone cooks until she made food with people outside of her family. doesn’t use a recipe but her food always comes out perfect. She could literally spend 30 minutes on something and it will be in the top 10 meals you’ve had in your life. Enjoys cooking with her friends so much, she loves sharing things that make her happy with the people she cares about (even if they kinda ruin her food). Loves to add a lot of chilli to her food but has to turn it down when she’s cooking for others because she has the highest spice tolerance of them all.

Marlene - also the type of person who would burn water. Has definitely sent people to the hospital from her cooking before. legally not allowed to enter a kitchen.

Regulus - Has like 10 recipes that he rotates between. He only cooks them but it’s fine because they’re really tasty. Mostly makes European dishes (especially French). absolutely despises when people try to cook with him. Cooking and the routine relaxes him so when people try to disturb him and then have the audacity to make his meal wrong, he will get frustrated. the type of person who makes his own bread and pasta. Bakes non sweet desserts, like croissants and herb ice cream yk

Pandora - thinks she can cook how she makes potions: by using her natural talent. This can create some incredible and unique dishes (that she cannot recreate) or it can lead to one of the most disgusting things you have ever eaten. There is no in between. Following a recipe? Not allowed in her kitchen. There’s a lot of experimentation in her cooking and baking and she really just follows her instincts.

Dorcas - amazing cook, terrible baker. loves to watch baking and cooking shows and imagines herself in their shoes and what dish she would cook. one of those chefs that can have NOTHING in their fridge but is still able to make something delicious. hosts dinners for their friends but doesn’t let anyone cook with her (yes. Another control freak when it comes to cooking). she loves to cook traditional food from zimbabwe (where i headcanon she’s from) for their friends because she loves to teach others about their culture. One of her biggest frustrations is how they can’t bake at all. It always turns out wrong even if she followed a recipe exactly.

[casualmaraudering]

I saw your old post about “James Potter would kill for Remus” and it made me remember that their friendship is R E A L L Y underrated. Do you have any hcs involving them?

of course I do dear anon, I'm always up for some quality James & Remus friendship

Remus presses all of James's motherly buttons. the boy forgets to eat, drink, doesn't sleep right, he's just a mess, and it gives James an aneurysm every time

James is the one who wakes Remus early enough so Rem can still get some breakfast (cause, if he wakes up by himself, contrary to popular belief, Remus will get up five minutes before classes) - he's replaced by Sirius later cause Sirius is also an early riser, and he ends up sleeping in Rem's bed through all of 7th year, so it's just more convenient

James often will bring snacks too - Remus, if caught up in something, won't get up for hours, and he's not even aware of being hungry. James just periodically pushes snacks towards him and Remus eats them without realising

if it wasn't for James, Remus would accidentally fall asleep in his binder at least three times a week. sometimes he's just too tired/lazy to take his clothes off and James has to nudge him until he takes it off

they actually bond over both of them having a crush on Lily in fifth year. James isn't really that jealous - it's nice to have someone to talk to about it, since Sirius is really awkward about talking to girls (in mids of his gay awakening and all)

Remus is very sleepy the few days after the full, and his secretly favourite place to nap is James's bed. James has the softest pillows somehow

Remus teaches James (& Sirius) all about various Muggle trinkets, especially during the summer

often enough, actually, they'd hang out by themselves cause Sirius isn't allowed to visit over the summer before he ran away. so a lot of the times, James would visit the Lupins and go crazy about Mrs Lupin's car or even the microwave

the pride on James's face when he successfully brewed coffee 'the muggle way', you should have seen it

James's dad is a professional potioneer, ofc. James spends a lot of time in his lab, asking him about either potions about werewolves, or gender changes. "out of curiosity" he says, but I mean. he's not exactly subtle. I wouldn't be surprised if his parents knew everything there is to know about all of his friends

when James visited once, Remus took him to the fair that was in town. and that day he was the first, and only one of James's friends, to learn that James is terrified of clowns (it's not like James knew what clowns were before that). they agreed not to speak about it any more, and Remus just bought them far too much cotton candy and they fucked around doing nothing all day

Remus doesn't miss a Quidditch practice. He's not interested in the sport at all, but he knows James likes the reassurance of his friends being there.

similarly, Remus always lets James ramble about tactics. Remus doesn't understand shit, and James knows. James just likes to talk to Remus, and Remus likes the sound of James's voice as background noise

sometimes they'll sneak out of the dorms late at night and drink hot chocolate in the kitchens - usually a day or two before the full, when Remus can't sleep

James is convinced only Remus knows how to properly make tea. it doesn't taste quite as good when anyone else makes it

Remus pierced one of James's ears once at night in 6th year (totally not cause Lily mentioned boys look cute in earrings)

Lily used to think Remus talks about James a lot to try and get her to date him but nah. Remus just talks about James a lot

they bond over their mutual hate of raisins. sometimes there's full on battles in the dorms cause Sirius and Peter like them and James and Remus aggressively hate them

Remus looses most of his own shit but somehow he's aware of where James's glasses are at all times

James, unlike Sirius, knows when Remus can handle himself. Sirius is ready to throw hands whenever anyone offends Remus. James, on the other hand, lets Rem handle it. he only steps in when he sees someone's words Really hit him deep. then you're fucked

on the other hand, Remus has many fun hexes dedicated to people who like to talk shit about James. & no one ever suspects him cause he's a prefect

Remus really likes to steal James's sweatshirts cause they always smell a bit nicer than anyone else's laundry, for some reason

Remus bought James a salt lick for his birthday once. many people have licked it since then (Remus himself included)

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Chapter 3

Summary: After being removed from his own time, Agent Daniel Sousa finds himself in 2020 lost, alone and vulnerable. You, an Avenger, find yourself face to face with Director Coulson and Agent May begging you to help another man out of time. This time however, instead of a super soldier, you meet an average man haunted by war and a time he once knew.    Pairings: Daniel Sousa x Reader.

“I think he’s spiralling. He’s been obsessively reading those files you gave him; he barely eats, I usually have to force him out of his room to interact with me. I gave him a book on world history but apart from that he knows the basics, but he doesn’t really want to throw himself into it.” You told Phil as you slowly walked up the stairs to your apartment building, “We’re having a few hiccups, but nothing I can’t handle,” You slightly grimaced at the memory of Daniel placing a tin can in the microwave, “Just like teaching a baby,” You thought about it for a moment, “A baby who can use a gun and possibly beat the ever living hell out of me. Anyway, how are you going about this bracelet removal thing?” “I currently have the absolute best I have to offer working on it for you. She says she should have something to try within the week,” A pause, “Are you sure you wanna go down this path? If Ross finds out what’s happening, there’s only so much I can do to keep you out of the Raft. And that’s if he’s feeling nice,” You paused out the front of your apartment door, silence falling between the pair of you for a moment, “I can’t help Daniel the same way I helped Steve if I don’t have it off. And I’m scared that he’ll be swallowed by this darkness if I don’t help him, he’s not a super soldier, he’s not enhanced in any way. He’s just a normal guy who was struggling with the aftermath of the war and now pulled out of time. I’m not scared of the Raft Phil. And I’m absolutely not scared of General Ross,” “I’ll see what I can do,”. You gave him a soft thanks as you placed your phone back into your pocket, giving a small smile to Audrey who walked past you clutching the gem necklace that hung around her neck tightly in her hand. She paused for a moment, “How’s having a new roommate?” “He’s very quiet,” You laughed as you shifted your bags from one hand to another. Audrey shrugged her shoulders, “He’ll come around. New York is a big change if you’re not used to it,” You laughed, “Anyway I should get going. I need to pick up some flowers on the way to see my grandparent’s graves,” “Awh,” You gave her a sad smile, “What type?” “Lilies, my grandma loved lilies. Granddad not so much, but he’d fill the house with them to make her happy,” You grinned, “They’re my favourite as well. He sounds wonderful,” “He was. He was my best friend,”. Audrey gave a small wave to you as she made her way down the path you had just come from. You watched as the brunette walked away before turning back to the door and pushing it open. You could smell the familiar aroma of coffee mixed in with your floral air freshener. You walked into the kitchen, dumping the bags on the counter and pulling out several packets of meat, sauces and pastas, “I’ve decided,” You began as Daniel walked into the kitchen to see what you were doing, “To cook tonight. Phil introduced me to this amazing pasta recipe back when I first started with the Avengers Initiative. And I figured since I haven’t really had the chance to introduce you to my cooking since arriving, now would be a great opportunity. Whatdya say?” You gave him a large grin as you held up the mince packet and the large jar of sauce Daniel gave a soft smile and shook his head, “I’ve love too, but uh,” He pointed back to his bedroom, “I have some things I need to finish first,” “I swear I’m not an awful cook,” You bargained, placing the items down on the bench and leaning forward, “In fact I used to regularly be the chef at the compound. Along with Wanda of course,” “Wanda?” “Maximoff. She’s another enhanced. I hope you both get to meet one day,” You smiled gently at him as he came and sat down at the breakfast bench, leaving his walking stick hanging off the bench by it’s handles. “Okay. I’ll give your cooking a try. On the condition that I cook tomorrow night,” A larger smile crossed your face. This was good. This was him coming out of his shell, a sense of normalcy, “I supervise,” “You supervise,” You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your face as a smile crossed his own. You could still see the haunted look in his deep brown eyes as he smiled back, but you couldn’t help but to count this as a victory. Here he was, with you, away from his bedroom and his case files, a cup of coffee in his hands that he made himself; and you figured that perhaps you didn’t need your bracelet to know what was happening with Daniel Sousa, maybe all you needed was to use your brain.

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You couldn't help but to play with the silver glistening bracelet, even though it was an item that took away your identity, something that you should hate more than anything on this planet, but you loved the way it shone in the sun. You loved how sometimes, when the light from the streetlights hit the right angle, it could illuminate in the night. Like a glowing beacon in a storm.

The night air was cool around your body, the silky pyjamas Tony had brought you a year earlier for your birthday didn't do much to keep out the bitter chill that the Winter nights were bringing in. Your fingers traced the silver band, small dents from the many times you had tried to remove it littered the polished surface. A small yawn escaped your lips as your arm fell limply by your side and you resumed staring up at the darkened ceiling. Sleep wasn't coming easy for you; the worry you held for Daniel was almost suffocating.

With Steve, he would at the very least sit with you on the couch while blankly watching whatever show was on the television. But with Daniel he would hole himself away where you couldn’t see his emotions. You knew that he was trying so hard to be strong, but even the strongest rocks crumble.

You knew he was in his room, because you could hear him occasionally shuffling around. A part of you wanted to go into him, to sit with him so you could reassure him that he had someone to talk too; however you knew that this was something that he had to experience for himself, something he had to deal with by himself.

There was no going back to the past for him, there was only moving forward, and if this was the way he could do that, then you would support him every step of the way.

With a groan, you pushed your blankets back and moved out of your large bed, wrapping your dressing gown around your body and making your way into the kitchen. You didn't put the kettle on like you normally would have, instead you reached into the pantry and pulled out a small pocket of chocolate biscuits before climbing on to the bench, the packet of open biscuits sitting beside you as you watched the shining lights of the New York skyline from your window.

And that was how Daniel found you moments later when he limped out and looked at you in shock, as if he hadn't been expecting anyone else to be awake at this time of night.

"Sup?" You offered; a mouth still filled with a half-chewed biscuit. You reached down and picked up the packet, holding the open end to him, "Biscuit. You bailed pretty quick after dinner," You gave a small shrug when he shook his head, placing the packet back down, "Which is a shame because there was a great movie on tonight you would have enjoyed,"

"Would’ve I? 4 weeks I've been living here, and I can't say our ideas of a good movie match yet," Daniel replied. stepping further into the kitchen, reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a glass, "Dinner was good though. Thank you," He poured some water in the glass as you ate another biscuit.

"Yeah of course it was, I cooked it," You joked, remembering how he hate barely half what he had on his plate. You noticed the dark grey circles under his eyes, how pale his skin was looking, the slight shake in his hand, "You should eat something though,"

He rinsed the empty glass under the running tap as he rose an eyebrow, "Like chocolate biscuits?"

"I never said I was the healthiest person in the world" Your smile faltered as you saw the somewhat distressed look on the agent’s face, “Are you okay? It’s 2am,”

Daniel shook his head and leaned against the granite countertop, his eyes downcast as if he were searching for the strength to actually open up to you. You knew it was going to be difficult for him to do so, especially coming out of the time period he did where men showing any sort of emotion was a sign of weakness. You stopped chewing and watched him closely, watching as his jaw clenched, his fingers grabbing on to the edge of the counter as if he were using it to physically hold himself up.

You decided to take the initiative in this conversation. He barely even knew anything about you, perhaps he wouldn’t open to you until you opened to him.

“I’m an empath,” You started.

Daniel’s eyes shot up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowing as to ask why you were talking about it. Instead of acknowledging it, you just held up your wrist, once again showing him your band and gave a small smile, “I can feel other people’s emotions with just a touch. I can also manipulate them to feel what I want them to feel. Both a blessing and a curse that one,” You gave a self-depreciating smile, “Ever since I’ve had this band on it’s like I’m missing a piece of myself. I can touch things; I can touch people and I feel nothing. There’s just this emptiness inside me that I can’t find anything to fill it with. It’s the reason why I need it off,”

“Do you feel everything? Or are you able to control it?” Daniel asked, his posture somewhat more relaxed now that you were talking about yourself instead of whatever was going on in his head.

A short nod, “Yeah. I lived in a compound with an egotistical genius who never slept, a super soldier from 1945, a genius with awful anger issues, and two assassins. You don’t live with those type of people and not learn how to control it. Although, when someone’s feeling something and it’s overpowering, I can feel that no matter how hard I try to stop it,”

You remember putting your hand on Tony’s shoulder after he watched that video of his parents dying, the pure rage and betrayal spread through his body and into your mind. Tears welled in your eyes as your body almost crumbled under the weight of grief your friend was feeling. Swallowing deeply, you shook away the memory and turned back to Daniel who was watching you with curious eyes.

“You look tired, you should get to bed,” He gave a lopsided smile, watching as a small smile crossed your own face.

“I’m worried about you,” You admitted, catching Daniel’s brown eyes with your own and holding them.

He shook his head, “Don’t be. I’m okay,”

“Liar,”

A small smile crossed his face as he reached over and grabbed a biscuit out of the packet, holding it up to show you that he had it. You watched as he took a bite of it and leaned on the counter.

“I’ve just sort of realised that no matter what, I’m not going back. I can’t walk around my neighbourhood again, see friends, family. I miss them,”

“Would you go back? If you had a chance?”

“In a heartbeat” There was zero hesitation in his voice, his eyes showing the desperation, the sadness he felt missing his loved ones.

“I’m sorry” You stated quietly.

“Me Too”

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How would the Exceeds handle lockdown? Happy, Carla, Lily, Lector, Frosch, Samuel. Let's throw in Marl and Lucky too.

well, carla is trying to teach happy to read, and ignoring her premonitions showing that's it's never gonna work. happy only cares about books about fish and comic books - carla doesn't see comics as "proper literature" and doesn't have any book about fish other than the doctor seuss classic.

happy isn't very happy, ironically. his favourite pastimes include fishing, breaking into lucy's house, fishing, quests with extreme danger of death, fishing and eating some freshly caught fish. I'm sure you can see the problem here; all of them are impossible due to the lockdown rules. he's going crazy and making canned tuna smoothies (carla is Infinitely Disgusted). he's enjoying his reading lessons, though, because the comics he always brings always have such pretty pictures! even though carla won't let him read them...

carla is slowly going insane. she's flying around magnolia like a carrier pigeon, as she's the only one responsible enough to go outside. she does everyone's shopping and brings them "care packages" with gradually increasing levels of frustration. eventually she just slings shopping bags through marginally open windows. she's trying to teach happy to read, while at a safe distance away. happy is having none of it and keeps inching closer to her, and before soon his head is in her lap as she makes him anunciante a "ph" sound. she's so angry at his apparent LACK OF UNDERSTANDING OF SOCIAL DISTANCING, but he won't listen to her otherwise. if he asks for one (1) more story about fishcakes, she's gonna have a mental breakdown

pantherlily is babysitting yaje and shutora and gajeel. he's trying to keep levy sane, but being stuck inside with two small babies and one very big baby is not easy. he asks carla to bring a new book every day and has started repainting the nursery room, again. he doesn't seem fussed with his newfound responsibility; changing the twins' diapers and hoovering and stopping them from crying when gajeel starts practising guitar. inside he's screaming. he's been in the house, not working, for two whole months, and yet has not had a WINK of sleep since last Friday. he and levy are closer than ever and do the laundry together, doing duets from musicals and being absolutely knackered when they try to work out whos clothes are whose. the house was deepcleaned, at one point, but now it's so filthy and there are dirty socks and empty wrappers and the occasional fork strewn across the floor. gajeel keeps using toilet paper for things he shouldn't and lily isn't happy about it; there's a tp shortage, dammit!

frosch is a baby. they're keeping rogue's hair in his skull, because without them he would've pulled it out in frustration by now. they don't really understand that there's a pandemic, and are kinda confused that everyone's been home for three months. the concept of lockdown eludes them, but they do as they're told and stay in the house. the frogs at the end of the garden that they've been looking after are growing up now and most of them have gone on their sticky little way. they come back to visit them though, and they sleep together a lot. frosch naps on rogue's lap most of the day, and picks out what box sets they should watch together. they've seen f•r•i•e•n•d��s at least six times. frosch is really enjoying it! they get to be with rogue 24/7 (not that they can count to either of those numbers) and there's no danger of painful death or torture or gore this time! they're loving it! although if they understood the circumstances, maybe they wouldn't...

lector has appointed himself Sting's Best Friend and Bodyguard and Royal Advisor (SBFBRA for short). everytime sting leaves the house, he follows with a massive fuck-off sword, to make sure people stay 6ft away. anytime anyone even gets close - maybe because the crosswalk just isn't wide enough - he hisses at them and prods them away with the hilt, as a warning. he's coming out of lockdown ripped; when he's not acting as SBFBRA he's converting his room into a gym. he spends twenty hours a day on a rowing machine, and ten on the dumbbells, and five on the treadmills, and apparently zero on the maths textbooks. he also learned to crochet.

samuel's electricity bill is higher than snoop dogg at the top of the tower of babel. his TV is on constantly, on the news, and he's getting updates on every device he has. he's always waiting to find out when the lockdown ends, because there's only so many novels you can write. his library/house is out of books that he hasn't read. he's playing dnd by himself and DMing himself, and plays monopoly alone, and plays tridimensional chess alone, and- well, you get the picture. he is DONE with this shit. he deconstructed a microwave and made a typewriter with the parts. he's contemplated going outside but according to all his calculations of every possibility, there's just too high a risk. he's not enjoying lockdown at all; not because his daily routine has changed (it hasn't), but because the shop that he buys his organic probiotic yoghurt from is still closed. he's started a podcast about The Art of Vagueposting. noone listens to it.

I hope this was worth the wait!! I apologise, I simply don't know enough about marl, lucky (happy's parents?) and touka to write about them

what do you think, my fluffy friend?

[xaphrin]

“I think the piece of pizza might possibly be my favorite so far.” Shirayuki pushed the cheap wig out of her eyes and tried to readjust the bobby pins that were holding it in place, but it kept sagging over her forehead. Obi could tell her head was hot and itchy, and she had been scratching at it all night, but all of this was for the kids. And he secretly thought she kind of liked dressing up in matching costumes.

“Or the piece of popcorn.”

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“I think I liked the shark the best. She was cute.” Obi grinned over at her, taking a moment to reapply some makeup to her cheek that had smeared over the night. Shirayuki leaned into his touch, and he couldn’t keep his heart from jumping to life again. How in the world was this so easy with her? “With her little homemade fins covered in tinfoil and her pillowcase. Very creative.”

“I can tell, you gave her extra candy.” Shirayuki smoothed out her polyester dress and sat next to him on the sofa.

“That’s what you do. You give thoughtful costumes extra candy. I’ve seen at least ten Captain America’s tonight, and only one shark.”

“Okay, okay… I’ll give you that one.”

Her small form molded to his own, and she rested her head on his shoulder, trying not to smear any more makeup on his costume. The television was playing The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but neither one of them was really watching it - it was just noise and glitter in the background. Obi wrapped his arm around her shoulder and drug her closer to him, enjoying the soft warmth she offered. It seemed as if the whole world had stopped and was allowing them this moment just for themselves. Obi had spent the whole summer feeling like he was stumbling through everything he knew he wanted from her, but didn’t know how to say it and now…

“You’re losing a bolt on your neck, you know.” She laughed and leaned up to kiss his jaw, coming away with a green smear on her lips.

...now it felt like he’d stumbled upon some new kind of Nirvana. He didn’t know his heart could feel this full and happy all the time. His arms wrapped tightly around her and rubbed his nose against her own, listening to her laughter as both their make-up smeared. He knew that it wouldn’t be much more time before this faded and her time here would come to an end. He wasn’t trying to fool himself into thinking that she would stay here with him, but for a little while longer he could ignore it. For a few more months, he would just live in this fantasy.

The doorbell rang and Obi got up from the sofa, to head to his front door. Shirayuki followed him - after all Herman couldn’t be without his Lily. They opened the door expecting Trick-or-Treaters and were instead met with the panicked face of his next door neighbor. She was dressed in her scrubs with her hospital keycard hanging around her neck.

“Oh. Mrs. Hernandez. What can I do for you?”

“Obi, I am so sorry… I know it’s Halloween, and I’m sure you have a hundred other things you could be doing, but Rebecca is out of town for a conference in Las Vegas, and I was just called into the hospital, and… I need someone to watch Ryuu.” She winced, as if expecting him to snap at her. “Rebecca and I thought we’d be okay without the sitter this weekend, can I-”

“We can watch him.” Shirayuki stepped forward with a small smile, and Obi watched as her wig inched forward again. She looked so silly trying to be serious and professional in that costume, and it nearly broke his heart with a wave of feelings he couldn’t quite name. “It’s not a problem. I know you have a lot going on, and we don’t mind helping out.”

Ryuu peeked out from behind Mrs. Hernandez’s back, his face as serious and sullen as the first time Obi had met him. His hands were wrapped around a book about desert wildlife, and he met Shirayuki’s face with cautious regard before speaking. “Who are you?”

“I’m Shirayuki.” Her voice was soft a chipper, and she gave Ryuu the sweetest smile Obi had ever seen. “I’m Obi’s girlfriend.”

Obi felt like he had been slapped in the face and he turned to look at her, his heart jumping into his throat. Had she really said… she had. Shirayuki had just introduced herself as his girlfriend - not just a friend, not lover - girlfriend. His head started to buzz with emotion and excitement, and Obi found himself swallowing air just to keep his feet on the ground. He needed time to process this, but instead he was stuck here in front of his neighbor and her daughter, trying to hide the full spectrum of his emotions at something as silly as a title.

“Oh.” Ryuu drew the book tighter against his chest before walking toward Obi’s front door, making his way towards Shirayuki.

He looked intrigued with her, as if she was something new and fascinating, but also a little cautious. Obi hadn’t ever seen him so curious about another person before. Ryuu was a good kid - smarter than he let on, and kind just like his parents - but he was shy, and probably a little reclusive. Obi had been helping Mrs. Hernandez out since her and Rebecca had adopted Ryuu a few years ago, and Obi could count on one hand how many words Ryuu had said to him.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are lifesavers.” Mrs. Hernandez breathed a sigh of relief and she readjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Thank you so much. I should be back around one in the morning?”

“Just let him stay here all night. We can bring him over in the morning.” Obi waved her off and looked over at Shirayuki as she ducked down to look at the book Ryuu was showing her. He was opening to her like a flower did to the sun, and Obi’s heart started to skip again. Dear God, she was a natural at this. “I think they like each other.”

“You are the best, Obi. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll bring you food for breakfast.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before darting off his patch of dirt that somehow constituted a lawn. Before he could utter a response, Mrs. Hernandez had already disappeared into her car and was driving down the street.

Obi smiled and looked back down at Shirayuki as she leaned over Ryuu, reading the book with him. His heart twisted in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull both of them into his arms, holding them tight. Instead he hovered by the door, glancing at the clock. “Ryuu, did you already go trick-or-treating?”

He looked up from his book and shook his head. “No. We didn’t have time to before mom got the call from the hospital.”

Obi caught Shirayuki’s stare and his smile widened. “You know what Herman and Lily need?”

Shirayuki giggled and glanced down at Ryuu. “An Eddie.”

-

It was nearly two hours later when Obi and Shirayuki returned to his small house, with Ryuu almost falling asleep on Obi’s back as he held tight to the pillowcase filled to the point of bursting with candy. They had been stopped at least twice to have their pictures taken by strangers, and even Shirayuki and Obi had managed to snag a few treats as they wove through the neighborhood.

“See, you get way more candy if you have a family costume. It’s scientific fact.” Obi set Ryuu on the sofa, and Ryuu flailed a bit until he propped himself up against the armrest, holding onto his book again.

Ryuu pursed his lips and looked up at him. “I still don’t know who the Munsters are.”

“I’m injured by that thought.” Obi laughed and pat his head. “Maybe someday there will be reruns again for you to enjoy. You should know all about the Munsters. They should teach it in school.”

Shirayuki locked the door and kicked off her shoes with a smile, her own body sagging just a little. “It’s getting pretty late, we should get to bed soon. We don’t want your moms mad with us because we let you stay up too late.”

“It’s not that late… and I don’t have any school tomorrow.” Ryuu shook his head and looked back up at them, closing his book again. “Can I stay up just a little later? Maybe watch a movie with you?”

Shirayuki smiled and pulled Ryuu into her arms, smearing the widow’s peak they’d made with leftover Halloween makeup. Ryuu stiffened for just a moment, almost as if he was still getting used to her easy, kind attention, before melting into her touch. He rested his head on her shoulder as she spoke. “I think that’s fine. But just for a little bit. Your moms are going to be mad if we let you stay up and eat sweets all the time.”

“So… I won’t eat any candy tonight?” He glanced over at Obi, and he laughed.

“Okay, okay… I get the hint.” Obi shook his head, and made his way to the kitchen, chuckling. “I’ll make popcorn for you two. Not technically a sweet.”

He poked through his cupboards until he managed to find the popcorn and threw a bag into the microwave. A few minutes of silence passed and Obi looked out into the living room and watched as Shirayuki’s head fell back against a throw pillow, lolling to the side. Ryuu was snuggled tight against her side, arms wrapped around her, and some silly Halloween special played on the television. He laughed quietly to himself, but his heart warmed with a feeling he couldn’t quite place.

Shirayuki had integrated herself so easily into his life that it was almost like she had always been there. Everything he owned had been touched by her in someway, and now he found himself thinking about her all the time. He thought about her little secretive smile, and the way she bit her lip when she was trying not to laugh at him, and the way she looked up at him as they snuggled together at night. He thought about how she didn’t pull away from his scars or his past, but instead found a way to draw closer to him.

He needed her in his life - every little part of her.

And here she was, calling herself his girlfriend.

“It’s okay… right…?”

Obi jerked from his thoughts to see Shirayuki looking at him over Ryuu’s sleeping head. Her eyes were barely open, but he could feel her stare shoot right through his soul. Obi leaned over the counter and swallowed, trying to keep himself pinned to the ground. “Is what okay?”

“That I’m your girlfriend?” She yawned and nestled deeper into the pillows. “I don’t-”

“As long as I can be your boyfriend.” He ignored the microwave as it beeped at him, letting him know his popcorn was finished. “I… I want this to be a two-way street.”

She smiled, her eyes closing again. “Boyfriend… I like it.”

He did too.

[beingthiswldinclude-blog]

Being Sirius Black’s Daughter would include:

-being #godsiblings with harry and knowing him since birth (also knowing a lot about lily and james)

-not knowing who your mother is, but remus gives you little hints about who she is every once in awhile (like her initials, personality traits etc.)

-remus looking after you when sirius was in azkaban

-you writing well-written letters to the ministry telling them why he’s innocent and why he should be released

-them responding to each of the letters with ‘Give it a rest.’

-remus taking you to visit him even though when you see him you start crying because of the horrible shape he’s in, but you miss him, so you visit him anyways

-you being second cousins (I think that’s how it works) to draco, and teasing him constantly about it

-fred and george looking up to you (pun intended bc jesus christ they’re toll beans) because your dad is a marauder

-you having the curliest and wildest and longest hair and loving it

-having a three toed tree toad and naming it Padfoot

-having millions of pictures of baby harry and giving them all to him because most of them also include his parents and sirius and remus

-him kind of being the best dad ever and being your favorite person in the world

-you looking up to him

-when you can, wearing all black in honor of your last name

-being totally clumsy, but also hilarious

-being somewhat rebellious

-wanting his motorcycle

-him lowkey shipping you and harry (leaving the both of you alone in rooms together, setting up conversation topics for the both of you, and having a step-by-step plan of how to start your relationship (but it’s totally lowkey))

-you getting all of your O.W.L.s and sirius being the proudest dad on the planet

-being, like, really great friends with luna (you originally bonded over not really having a mother, but then bonded more because you had strange knowledge about the weirdest things because remus used to teach you about all different types of creatures when you were younger)

-you being pretty interested in some muggle things (glowsticks, lava lamps, aquariums, cream soda, pens, microwaves, muggle bands (probably stuff like the beatles, elvis, and pink floyd), public transport, etc. (basically all of the cool things))

-him constantly wanting to be around you because he missed so much of your childhood while he was in azkaban

-you being totally okay with it and having conversations with him all the time

-him being jealous of your hair

-whenever that painting of sirius’s mom starts screaming, somewhere in the middle of her ranting her voice gets all soft and she says “Hello, Y/N, sweetheart, you’ve grown since I last saw!”

-you being sixever embarrassed because of it

-during the summer of OOTP you would sneak him out while in his animagus form and pretend to be walking your dog

-him appreciating it more than anything

-mrs. Weasley being totally surprised that he’s your dad because of your kind heart and (somewhat) good manners

-you wanting to be a healer because you hated seeing your father in his azkaban condition, and all you wanted to do was help him get better

-dumbledore, mcgonagall, luna and somehow snape being the only people that know about your dad being who he is (obviously until OOTP because that’s when everybody else finds out)

-snape holding a grudge against you, but not wanting to because you’re actually pretty decent at potions (after all, it’s the main part of being a healer)

-you being a year ahead of the trio

-you sneaking out to the shrieking shack during POA and visiting him

-the both of you being the number one shippers of remus and tonks

-your patronus being an irish wolfhound (i think that’s the breed of his animagus but i’m probably wrong but shhh)

-him teasing you about it

-calling remus ‘uncle remus’

-you grieving over his death the most, and getting super mad at harry because he acted like he was the only one going through pain (jesus christ remus was his best friend omfg)

(this is probably really bad I’m not gonna lie)