#YEAH YEAH YEAH I'M JUST COMPLAINING ABOUT THE SMALLEST THINGS IN THE WORLD EVER

[birdmenmanga]

the en version of kaihen being changed to be 3 weeks behind the current published chapter is gonna fucking kill me... how am I gonna make the craziest deductions to blow everyone's socks off if my predictions are gonna be jossed in the raws

[novaismybbg]

Sam Alexander headcanons

Just a bunch of random headcanons abt my boy Sam

USM Nova

Since he's the shortest(and most likely the smallest in the team), he often gets teased by Peter, who's just a little bit taller than Sam. There were plenty times when they had some banters because of this height issue, that Ava and Danny often were dragged into it. Usually it always ends with Luke's "My dwarfs are bantering again lol" and now everyone after his smug tall ass.

Not a dancer, not a singer, not a musician, but definetely an artist. Has a little art account where he posts his super cool drawings for his 47 followers. It's a small fan base, but they're definetely active and even have their own discord group where they help each other to improve their skills. Nobody knows about this account(Except for Coulson who keeps that sacred secret) and Sam kinda feels like that's the only way he can actually express himself without getting worried about being annoying.

And about being annoying. Sam is definetely uncomfortable with being seen as clingy, because he's not! He's just really talkative extrovert and he does have some problems with shuting up when he's talking about things he's interested in. That's why usually only Danny can handle his endless rants about Space adventures.

Likes to play in Minecraft, especially with space mods, even made a skin of himself. Once tried to make everyone on the team to play in Minecraft and succeed! They've played for 2 hours straight, busy with different stuff. Pretty much sure Danny was exploring the world, Luke got an armor and ran to fight that Dragon, Ava was trying to make a big stylish house and was complaining that there was no female villagers, Peter was constantly dying because of the stupidest things ever, and Sam? Sam was multitasking and helping them all out. It was a fun experience.

Champion Sam

He's actually an extremely overethinking person with quick reflexes. That's pretty much how he survives in space. It happens that his overthinking is also quite a problem, because it often makes him anxious, especially when he loses fights, or gets in awkward conversation with adult superheroes or just talks to girls he liked. Sometime it's just easier to fly away, but he not oftens gets an opportunity to do so.

In childhood he kinda was 'impressed' by gangsta thing and tried to walk around with his pants sagging. His mom was concerned by that, because gangs aren't about fun and what if her little baby boy will get in some bad company? Luckily, it couldn't happen because his dad clowned him so badly, he was in embarassed state for two weeks at the very least.

It is a bit hard for him to participate in conversations with others about science since he was never a fan of it, but hey, at least he can make jokes about science! (Although most of them are insanely innacurate). Whenever he cracks a joke everyone will went silent for a few seconds, before Kamala will laugh like it was the funniest joke ever, really forcing natural laugh and others will start that too, since, yeah, Sam's joke is terrible, but he tried!

Somehow installed his playlist in his helmet and whenever he has to fly to somewhere for a long time, which is at least 15 minutes, and it is already long for him, he turns in on and just flies, vibing. Sometime it feels like running in the morning and he made an excuse out of it that works perfectly. Back then when only his mom knew about his secret, he used this excuse a lot. He needs to fly and save someone? "Guys, I'm going jogging, yeah, bye" and when he returs he's kinda sweaty and tired and everyone buys it. He can't use this excuse now though, everyone who needs know about his secret identity.

Yepppp, that's ittt, yehhhhh

[lupinly]

sirius painting remus' scars

[ sirius black x remus lupin, 862 words ]

sirius admired remus head to toe. he was utterly infatuated with the boy who absolutely hated himself. to sirius, remus was the most ethereal being that he ever laid his eyes on. for remus, he was a coldblooded monster who was no better than everyone else.

remus cursed as he looked himself in the mirror, trying to wrap the idea around in his head of how he did this all. the amount of scars that formed on the boy’s skin were ungodly. turning around, he saw scars that ranged from new to old settling down for years to come. sirius stood in the doorway and watched remus make a fool of himself before making his presence known.

“moony? alright there?” sirius questioned, motioning towards remus who was in his own world.

startled, remus quickly put his jacket on. “yeah, ‘m alright.”

“are you still feeling down from the moon? we don’t have to meet james if you’re not up for it. matter of fact, how about it be the both of us this evening.” sirius hooked his arm around remus’ shoulder, walking side by side.

remus knew his friend wasn’t stupid. sirius always knew when his moony needed a good cheering up, and this was one of those moments.

it started with ‘breaking’ into the kitchen after the elves had left. sirius had so much he wanted to do in order to cheer his best friend up. he thought getting all of remus’ snacks would be the opener for tonight’s events.

endless ideas circled around in sirius’ head. what could make his moony feel better? he knew how remus would sometimes draw over the smallest of scars on his hands so he wouldn’t see them. it was like a bulb flickered on in his head. sirius wanted to give remus the gift of not having to worry about the look of his skin, just for one night.

“it’s almost midnight, pads, what else do you have planned out?” remus yawned.

��one more thing, and you don’t have to agree.” the words intrigued him. "lily got these from her holiday and i just so happened to borrow some watercolor and brushes.” sirius held the metal box that contained an assortment of watercolors and a tin that had a couple brushes.

“so.. you want me to paint?” remus looked at him confused. “sirius, we're going to make a mess and we both know i'm going to clean it up while you watch.” he complained.

sirius shook his head. “think of it as if we were the canvas, our skin. i want you to see the way i see you, vise versa.”

“okay,” remus managed to get out.

on the inside, remus had the annoying feeling of butterflies swarming around in his stomach. on the outside, he was scared. of course, sirius had seen his scars before, everyone had, but this was more than just seeing them.

remus watched as the boy transformed their shared dorm into a mini art studio of sorts. a white sheet laid on the middle of the floor with the color palettes scattered around it.

remus shrugged off his jacket and laid it aside. he watched sirius rummage through his trunk for god knows what. “change into something other than your uniform, wouldn’t want to go to classes with green paint on your jumper.” sirius chuckled, his voice muffled.

semus sat on the floor, pulling his favorite blanket down with him. while he waited for sirius, he tested out the colors on his hand that he liked the most.

“okay.” sirius said. “do you want me to go first?” he asked. remus nodded.

remus painted with delicacy. he chose different colors that he personally thought suited sirius’ skin or furthermore, what he thought sirius’ favorite colors were. he went with a combination of both.

sirius was in awe from the work that remus had done. he had gorgeous marks of earthy tones going up and down his arms, marks of blue and white trailing up his back, and lastly, a small sun that was accompanied by a full moon.

“wow. remus- this is incredible. i knew you were talented but this,” sirius looked in the mirror. “you did amazing.”

a smile grew on remus’ face. “you really think so?”

“are you kidding me? hell yeah.” sirius reassured him.

It was now sirius’ turn to paint. remus had done so well on him that he was nowhere near as confident in his drawing skills as he once was.

sirius dipped the brush into the tin and onto the color palette. unsure of the colors he wanted to choose, he decided to ask the boy himself what he wanted to be painted on him. “flowers. I think that would be nice.”

he started on remus’ back. it held the largest scars, the ones remus was terrified of. sirius chose a variety of colors and started to plan out his creation. after drying, he began working down remus’ body, not missing a single speck that the boy hated on his skin.

“moony?” sirius asked softly.

“yeah?”

“i think you look beautiful with or without your scars.”

i saw a quote of "no thoughts, just sirius painting remus' scars" from another tumblr page that i cant find anymore but!! first little fic xx

++ i normally don't write character x character but the quote was so cute i had to bring it to life

[ LUPINLY]

[rook-specter]

Rook's Poker Night at the Inventory conversations Part 1

Badgerclops: Hey Clairen, you kinda remind me of Mao Mao if he was cooler. Don't tell him I said that. Clairen: Oh really? What's Mao Mao like? Badgerclops: Well first off, his full name is Mao Mao Mao, and- Kani: Seriously? And I thought having 4/5 of my team having the same surname Maki was crazy... Badgerclops: I think that's even crazier, actually. Anways, back to what I was saying. Clairen, you have a sword, you're a cat, and you're fighting evil. Except you're a lot cooler, and I don't care if I'm hurting Mao Mao's feelings by saying this. Clairen: Interesting...

Kani: Hey, Peppino? Peppino: What-a is it? Kani: You've dealt with sentient food, so can you tell me some of your stories? Peppino: I'm-a not-a sure about-a that one, crab lady. I guess-a there's this Cheeseslime named The Vigilante, and he's-a probably one of the only big-a threats I faced that I don't-a have beef with... Kani: Yeah, and you can get real angry like me... Except you're even more dangerous... Running through all those Cheeseslimes like crazy...

Badgerclops: Yo crab gal, do you ever realize that being the smallest one at the table, or ON the table, gives you a lot of disadvantages playing poker? Kani: Yeah, but I don't let that bother me. I'm a crab, I'm not gonna complain that it's hard to do something just because I'm small. Badgerclops: That's some dedication right there.

Peppino: YEEEOOOOWWWW!! Kani: What the?! Clairen: What's wrong, Peppino? Peppino: Nothing... I'm-a just reminded of... THE WAR. Kani: The war? Badgerclops: Oh boy... Peppino: Every few-a minutes, I'm-a reminded of the dark-a times of my life... where I served in the war... It-a brings me neverending pain... And the memories won't stop... Kani: That is some bleeped-up bleep, Peppino. Clairen: That's almost as bad as the dark future I come from... Peppino: NO, DON'T-A REMIND ME AGAIN!

Peppino: So, uh... How-a did you guys find-a the inventory? Kani: Tako found a poster for it while we were fighting the Legion of Low Tide. He decided that we go there on a Saturday night, but he was kicked out due to the mess he made with his ink. Clairen: Ayala mentioned it, so I was curious. Was it some kind of hideout for heroes, or was it Loxodont's secret lair? As it turns out, it's just a place to play poker and get drinks and snacks. Badgerclops: We just kinda stumbled upon it, and Adorabat got all excited when she saw it, and went, "Oooh, looks like a fantastically fun place!" and I was like, "Adorabat, you're not old enough to be in here! Aren't you five?" and then she was like, "Yeah, you've got a point." And then Mao Mao was like, "What's the point of this location?" and then I was like, "To have fun!" And then- Kani: Okay, this is gonna go on for a long time and make me crabby, so how about you cut it there. Badgerclops: Okay, fine. Jeez.

Badgerclops: So, uh... Peppino, do you think I could stop by your pizza place to get some pizza? Peppino: A-yeeesss! That would be-a fantastic! Clairen: Okay, but are your pizzas up to health code? Peppino: Uhhhhhh... Badgerclops: I couldn't care either way, pizza is pizza.

Badgerclops: Hey, crab gal. Why are your pincers on your head? Kani: Don't give me weird questions about my anatomy! Badgerclops: I'm sorry, that's just not... anatomically correct! That just makes you more of a cat... crab... Kani: Well, I do have the claws for it.

Peppino: Okie dokie, Clairen. You're the element of-a fire, and you wield a fire sword? Clairen: Yep. Peppino: Ain't plasma and fire the same-a thing? Kani: Not really. All fire is plasma, but not all plasma is fire. Like, a lightning bolt isn't fire, but it's still plasma. Badgerclops: Heh, so that just makes classifying plasma as fire even more dumb. Kani: Well, I wouldn't go that far. Clairen: Well, if you really want to see how my world works, then you just come to Aether yourselves.

Badgerclops: Seeing all these aces reminds me of my hyperfocus machine that makes edible playing cards. Kani: Wait, what? Badgerclops: I don't remember making it, but it exists! Do YOU have a hyperfocus mode, crab gal? Kani: If by a hyperfocus mode, you mean, "going crazy creating stuff and then forgetting the next day", kind of. Sometimes I have random bouts of creativity, so I create something like a paper shredder on wheels with a knife taped to it, and the others just get confused as to why I made them, and I do remember making them, I just don't remember WHY. Peppino: Did the knife paper shredder have-a sentience? Kani: I wouldn't call it sentience, more like... a drive of chaos. Clairen: You two make some... really crazy stuff.

Kani: Hey, Badgerclops? Badgerclops: Yeah? Kani: Why do you call me crab gal? You know my name. You know it's Kani. Badgerclops: I dunno, that's just the name I default to. Don't you ever have one of those moments? Kani: Ikura certainly has those moments. Badgerclops: Are you and your friends literally just... sentient sea creatures? Kani: Not all of them, Wasabi's a mound of spicy mustard. Peppino: Hit-a that shit with a net. Kani: ...What???

[michaelmilligan]

Midam week day six: SECRET

By now, Adam knew many secrets of the universe.

In the beginning of their acquaintance, Michael had been very cagey (pun fully intended), but even an archangel can only entertain himself for so many centuries without spilling some gossip about the work behind the scenes, or the time before time.

So Adam was very aware of which archangel had fumbled the construction of what star, causing the first supernova, and who had always complained about what particular law of physics.

He knew how the universe worked, down to the smallest parts in existence. Knew what made an angel tick, and what separated them from the archangels.

He knew how God worked, in all the ways that Michael knew it. Not that it was relevant anymore – God's power had been released into the world when Jack had stepped down from the position. Sometimes, you could still find remnants of it, pieces that had clearly been part of something bigger before. But mostly, it had fused with the energy around it, becoming a natural part of the world.

All that was a secret too, Adam supposed, though he tended to forget that not everyone knew God had been a bitch and had been dethroned for throwing a tamper tantrum. (Only to be replaced by a three year old who had been less prone to such tantrums, and who had been wise enough to abolish the position entirely.)

So at times, Adam would make a comment, a totally innocuous one in his opinion, and his co-workers would look at him like he'd grown a second head.

This was a difficulty Adam hadn't really foreseen when thinking about getting a 'little job': That he had apparently forgotten how to interact with normal people. Or rather, he technically knew how, but he was so used to only ever talking to Michael that it was hard to re-adjust.

Sometimes, Adam would forget that they weren't alone, and talked out loud to Michael. His co-workers probably thought he was talking to himself. But it got so bad that he sometimes forgot someone else was talking to him because Michael was making a funny face, or commenting from the sidelines. Not so great when you're currently talking to your boss or a customer, and suddenly ignore them.

The thing was, pretending to be a regular human was hard, and so it came as no surprise that Adam had trouble actually holding down a job. Which might also have something to do with him playing hooky all the damn time to go sight-seeing, or just chill in his bed. Both of which were Michael's fault, because he kept instigating these things.

Technically, they didn't even need a job. Turned out Michael could just get them everything they needed, including money, though Adam was a little reluctant to rely on him like that. It felt like cheating. Besides, having a job made Adam go out into the world instead of just staying inside his little bubble of archangels (yeah, several, at least sometimes) and the cashier at the grocery store around the corner.

So what if the people at his job (and possibly also the cashier) thought he was weird? Or if he couldn't keep a job for more than a month? At least he was trying.

JENNA NEEDS TO STOP HAVING PHONE CALLS DURING WORK. SHE'LL GET FIRED, Michael said one day while Adam stocked some shelves.

Huh? While Adam had noticed that his co-worker Jenna always seemed to be mysteriously absent when she was needed, he hadn't known what it was she was doing. How do you know she's on the phone?

I CAN HEAR HER.

Right. An archangel's senses was far better than those of a human. Still, it was impressive that Michael could hear a conversation that Adam hadn't even been aware of.

Michael groaned. SHE'S BREAKING UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND. AGAIN.

Again?

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. I WANT TO SAY IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME ONE, BUT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE.

Adam laughed, then ducked his head when a customer looked at him weirdly.

You know this is a breach of privacy, right? You really shouldn't be listening in on them.

WELL I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WHILE YOU'RE WORKING.

Adam sighed. Michael, we talked about this. If you want to go somewhere else while I'm here-

NO. Michael wasn't using a projection right now, but Adam could feel him pouting. YOU'D JUST GET TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CRANKY.

Excuse me! While Adam was pretty sure that yeah, he would get all these things, that didn't mean Michael had to put it like that. You wouldn't even be here to suffer me being like that, so what's your point?

MY POINT IS THAT NOT ONLY DO I NOT WANT TO EXPERIENCE THAT MYSELF, I ALSO DON'T WANT YOU TO GO THROUGH THAT.

Awww, babe-

BECAUSE YOU WOULD BLAME ME FOR AT LEAST A YEAR IF I LET THAT HAPPEN. There was smugness radiating off Michael.

Ugh. You're a baby. Adam, remembering what he was supposed to be doing, put the last items on the shelf, a little more forcefully than necessary. Just as he started leaving the aisle, he spotted Jenna coming back

ASK HER HOW HER EX-BOYFRIEND DAVE IS, Michael urged him.

No, shut up, that's creepy.

HATE IT TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT SHE ALREADY THINKS YOU'RE A CREEP.

… She does?

YEAH, SHE WAS TELLING DAVE ALL ABOUT IT. AND LAST WEEK, SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT YOU TO HER FRIEND ALLISON, WHO APPARENTLY TOLD HER TO 'SNITCH ON YOU' TO THE MANAGER IF YOU EVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.

Oh! Was that why the manager had called him to his office on Thursday? Adam narrowed his eyes, then put on a smile when Jenna noticed him.

“Hey Jenna! How's Dave?” Adam asked cheerfully.

Her face fell immediately, eyes almost bugging out of her head. While she was still gaping, obviously unable to form an answer, Adam turned away and walked off. Let her think he was a creep or whatever.

At least he was able to keep a boyfriend. For several hundreds of years, no less.

Adam grinned. Maybe he should rub that in her face, actually.

If he already had a reputation as a weirdo, he might as well go all out.

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

The money thing (part 1/2) - Daniel Ricciardo

It's always the little things, isn't it? The smallest stupidest things make almost no difference and then make all the difference in the world. They make everything special, but they also have the power to tear everything appart.

You and Daniel fight about money for the thousand time and he's had enough of it.

Warnings: super angst, but with a happy ending :)

Guys, this turned out WAY BIGGER than I expected, so I'm just gonna do a part 2, okay? Okay, thanks for understanding!

Song that inspired me: A list by HVOB

You and Daniel had been dating for a couple months now, having met through a common friend and hitting off almost instantly. You lived in Amsterdam and he, well he lived all over the world really, but his "time off" (meaning not racing) was spent between Monaco and London (for work), and Amsterdam now too, of course.

The changes were small and subtle at the beginning, like your weekends being spent traveling to meet him wherever in the world he was and consequently spending almost all your savings on plane tickets. You never complained to him (you planned on spending the money traveling anyway, so you didn't see the point), but didn't accept when he offered to buy your tickets, either. There's been some awkwardness around the subject but it usually died on its own.

*beginning of flashback*

"You’d have gotten here in time if you'd gotten the early flight like I told you" you remembered him saying that time you got in the paddock after the qualifying session had begun and couldn’t kiss him good luck.

"Baby, I told you. It was crazy expensive! Absurd even!"

"(y/n) for god's sake! What are we saving money for? I told you, you have my credit card number, I've offered to get you one, this is ridiculous, I can't believe I literally earn millions and my girlfriend wasn't there with me because the ticket was too expensive! I'll fucking fly you private if I have to!" he was almost yelling in his driver's room. You could only stare from the corner.

He took a deep breath running his hands through his hair. "Sorry. It's just... it was crap out there. I needed you" you grimaced at his words.

"Sorry. I really am..." you tried to approach him. "I'm here now?" you touched his arm. "It can't have been that bad, you're still on the top 10 and we both know what you can do from the 8th car..." you smiled at him.

*end of flashback*

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

The thing is, you always had trouble dealing with money. Sure, you liked to pay for your own stuff so as to not owe anything to anyone (especially boys), but it was so much deeper than that. Ever since a kid, you hated asking for money from your parents, and sometimes even the thought of buying stuff that was a bit more expensive made you sick. You couldn't explain why, you just felt guilty having so much and knowing that most people have never even seen that amount. It's not that you didn't want to spend it and save for the sake of it, you just didn't handle the idea of money very well. Needless to say, dating a millionnaire was bound to cause trouble in the relationship for you.

You were currently at his place in Monaco. It was the summer break and you had decided to spend some days just chilling at home, just the two of you - which you were glad since going out means hair, makeup, clothes, accessories, shoes... and, let's be honest, the kind of places he usually took you is not the kind of places you just throw something together last minute (the Instagram models and other driver's girlfriends looking you up and down were enough to make you think about spending money you did not have to hire a stylist or something like that). The whole situation was really stressing you out and you knew you would have to be honest with him eventually, instead of only dodging the subject and refusing most of his offers to pay. You tried to. You kind of tried. You suggested staying at home, in bed, most of the time, and he gladly agreed, but that strategy wasn't gonna work forever. You had to be honest with him. But at the same time, you knew what he was going to say and do, and the thought of him spending money on you, even if just by handling the restaurant bill, wasn't something you were much more comfortable with. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the "gold-digger" term starts to fly around in the small world that was the F1's.

You were laying on his couch, the Olympics playing on the TV but you were too busy overthinking the money thing to pay attention. Daniel was laying with his head on your lap, absently caressing your thigh and watching the TV. His phone went off and he moved to pick it up.

"Hello?" you watched as he answered the phone. "Hey mate, how's it going? Uh nothing, we're just chilling at home. Getting some rest... Yeah, I'm getting rested, you dirty-minded son of a bitch" you rolled your eyes while he laughed out loud on the line with someone. "Yeah, I know... the 19th is it? No, it's fine. Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. Alright, mate. Thanks for calling. Have a good one! Bye!" he hanged up and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

"Good news?" you asked him.

"Not really. Just wanted to kiss you" he shrugged, smiling. You smiled back and hugged him, pulling him in for another kiss. He was always so caring with you, always finding an excuse to kiss or touch you. You knew some people didn't like it, but you loved it. Physical touch was definitely one of your love languages.

"What's happening on the 19th then?" you asked him once you guys set apart from the kiss.

"Gotta be in London. Gonna run some testings and other boring race stuff..."

"Hum..." you hummed in understanding.

"You know what would make it less boring though?" he asked and you just looked at him, you already knew what he was going to ask you and it wasn't that you didn't want to spend every minute of the day with him, but you simply couldn't afford any more traveling, especially not in such short notice. "If you came with me. Huh? What do you say? A week in the Queen's land? Then we can fly together to Spa and after the race, I can go with you to Amsterdam. The next one it's the Dutch GP anyway, I'll just get there sooner" he laughed. It was crushing you, the man of your dreams was literally beaming at making plans with you, talking about spending the next few weeks glued together and you couldn't say yes.

"Dan, I have to work" you smiled sadly.

"Can't you work from distance? Or, I don't know, I mean... I know it's tiring, but you could come to London and fly home a bit early, then just meet me in Belgium?" great, his solution includes even more flying. And the thing is, you really didn't mind the flying. You always slept during the whole thing anyway, so you never got tired and the jetlag was minimal. You could work from distance, sure. Your boss wouldn't mind, as long as you got there eventually to check in on everything. But the whole logistics were just too expensive. There was no way you could afford it.

"I... sorry, I don't think I can" you said sadly and watched as his face dropped.

"That's fine, baby. I get it. I'm asking too much, all this traveling... don't worry about it" he tried to mask his emotions but you knew better. He knew you could in fact work from distance, so he was probably thinking the reason you couldn't do it was because you didn't want to.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but bury your face in your palms. This was so frustrating!

"You wanna go for a run or something? Maybe get something to eat?" he called from the kitchen, already moving on from the subject. You knew this whole thing was only gonna keep build up till he got tired of your excuses or you blowing up, probably the former, but you just keep going.

"Yeah, sure" you answered, getting up from the couch.

You and Daniel were both very active so going for a run, hiking, riding bikes, or whatever in the middle of the day was really routine for you. The Monaco summer weather was as beautiful as always and the sun was shining bright. You enjoyed the rest of your afternoon racing each other, kissing in the harbor, and just taking in the views, spending quality time together. Money wasn't even a thing in your bubble for a while.

"I'm getting hungry" he said on the way back home.

"Me too, and I'm super hot. I could go for a juice or something right now" you were all sweaty from the running, but you didn't care, he was too.

"You're always hot baby, I don't think juice gonna help with that" he grinned at you and you just rolled your eyes at him.

You passed by one of his favorite spots for food, nearby his place and he suggested getting some take-out, to which you agreed.

"Green juice, and a chicken wrap?" you tried to decide while the both of you waited in line.

"I'll never understand how you drink that"

"I've seen you drink that too, it's actually very refreshing"

"Because I'm forced to, I'm a high-performance athlete baby. But I'm on a break, so I'll have a coke, thank you very much" you laughed at him. He was holding your hand and tried to kiss you, wrapping his arm around you, you didn't dodge his kiss, you would never, but still laughed at the fact he wanted to kiss the sweaty mess you were right now.

"I'm gross, only you" you laughed.

"That's my baby, with no makeup she a ten" he rapped shrugging and grinning.

"Alright Lil Wayne, I know that one, don't even finish the verse" you laughed at him, making him laugh out loud, getting everyone's in the restaurant's attention.

"It's true, though"

"Sure..." You just shook your head smiling. Then you heard someone call his name.

"Hey! Daniel!" you both turned around to see Charles and Charlotte sitting in a corner, him waving at you two. You had met Charles a couple of times before but never spoke too much to him. They seemed to be leaving anyway, so they walked towards you guys, instead of towards the door.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" Daniel greeted him with a handshake. "Hey, Charlotte! You know (y/n) yet?"

"Hi! I don't think so, hi! How are you?" she greeted you smiling.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. Hi, Charles!" you said.

"Hey, (y/n). You're keeping him in line during the break? Char won't let me cheat my diet either" he laughed.

"Oh, that ship has sailed long ago! Daniel will just roll into the paddock if it's up to him" you laughed back.

"Hey! I think I've earned the right to some extra calories, we've been working out extra hard lately" Daniel said waving his eyebrows suggestively, making Charlotte giggle, Charles rolls his eyes and you go even redder than you were from the actual workout, while he just laughed out loud.

"I don't even want to know" Charles said. "Always great running into you mate" he was getting ready to say goodbye.

"Are we seeing you guys tomorrow?" Charlotte asked you.

"Tomorrow?" you asked her.

"Stefano's birthday" she said like it was obvious. Stefano Domenicali was the President and CEO of Formula 1, but you didn't know that yet - still, her tone made it seems like it was someone Daniel knew, so you just looked at him. He just rubbed his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, wait. Please tell me I didn't just said something I shouldn't" she looked at Charles.

"No, no. He invited me. Us, actually" Daniel reassured her. "I don't think we're going though, forgot to mention to you" he said looking at you.

"Uh mate, I wouldn't skip that if I were you. He didn't even invite all the drivers I heard" Charles said. "Maybe just stop by to say hello?"

"Stop by... a yacht... at the sea?" Charlotte said grinning at him. Daniel looked at you.

"You feel like going? It should be fun" he asked you.

"Sounds fancy... I mean, I don't mind if you go" you said.

"Common... I’m not going alone" he nudged you.

"I don't even have anything to wear, Dan" you told him.

"Oh! We can go shopping together!" Charlotte said and you had almost forgotten they were still there.

"Perfect!" Daniel answered for you. You could only imagine the types of stores she shopped.

"Tomorrow morning, then? Daniel can text your address to Charles for me? I'll pick you up!" she was being really nice about it.

"I thought you wanted to go today?" Charles said.

"That's when I thought I would have to go shopping with you, so I could use the extra time since you're the worst shopping partner ever!" she laughed at him.

"Burn!" Daniel laughed.

"His fashion taste is not the most reliable, let's face it" she laughed and kissed his cheek. "It's a date then (y/n)?" she looked expectantly at you. You didn't want to let her down, it was so hard to make friends with the girlfriends of other drivers, they were usually so... not nice. You could always just help her and find something to wear in your own stuff later.

"Yeah, sure! See you tomorrow, at 10?" you said simply.

"Perfect!" she beamed.

>>> end of part 1 <<<

[margridarnauds]

I asked my students to watch The Green Knight after reading and tracking the themes of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight the previous week, and you'll be pleased to know that they were very unhappy with the film. Class was literally 50 minutes (technically 40, given their free writes) of non-stop tearing the film apart. The only positive things people said about the film were that it had nice cinematography and did a good job of conveying a spooky vibe

That sounds roughly par for the course of most of the responses I've seen -- almost everyone (Present company included!) acknowledges the aesthetics, the cinematography, and Dev Patel and Alicia Vikander (also props to Joel Edgerton, who had my heart from the second he shouted "GAAAAAWAAAAAIN MY FRIEND" in a style remarkably akin to BRIAN BLESSED'S Augustus in I, Claudius.) It's just....everything else.

And I think that that actually is part of why the film was so well-received, at least in the beginning -- I think that it was a combination of (1) People waiting for it for SO LONG that they just wanted to see it. Like, when you've spent years waiting for something, you don't WANT to admit it was a disappointment, even if you've hyped it up to a level that...I'm not sure it ever could have realistically achieved, and we have been in a bit of a high budget Arthurian drought (I usually whip out the smallest violin in the world whenever scholars from fields that have more than 10 adaptations start complaining about a lack of adaptations, but...when you compare to the Arthurian craze of the last two centuries or so...not to say nothing's being produced, because it *is*, but not in the brand of the kind of Fantasy Renaissance of, say, the 80s...this last decade or two's come up short.)

(2) An Emperor's New Clothes Effect -- People have been much more willing to admit that they don't like it *now* than they did when they first watched it, and it's relatively common, when I start talking about it with other medievalists, even now, for them to be like "Yeah, I never really fully liked it, but I couldn't put my finger on why", but they never openly said anything because....well. It's The Film Everyone Likes. (I'm a contrarian shit, so I was always here like "....the....the....kirtle....and.....Gawain's....")

And (3), relevant to the point: The aesthetics are...almost seductive, in a way. In that you get mesmerized by them and then, later on, when you're digesting the film itself beyond them and you go "Wait a minute..." I think it's telling that the first real response I got from medievalists was confusion -- they knew they'd seen a technically complicated film, that it was a film that did have thought put into it, but there was so much that they just didn't Get. Like, you're faced with this paradox I don't think we're always equipped with, especially in medieval studies in general, which is that it's a well-made film but I'm not sure it's a good film.

And, obviously, it's not to say that, if you liked the film, you don't GET medievalism/the OG poem/Arthuriana as a whole, I think that's reductivist and ignores the complicated way each one of us interacts with media. Every single one of us, when we're reading a text or watching a film or reading a book is coming into it with our own personal background, so there are things that I know, going in, I'm going to like that someone's going to hate and vice versa. (And we know I adore garbage, I think that garbage is a really important lens to see how people are receiving this at the ground level and, on top of that, can be a rolicking good time.) But I think it might explain why we had this deluge of really, really positive reviews, even and possibly especially by fellow medievalists, that's slowly chilled over time as we've stepped back. Or something.

But, anyway, navel-gazing aside, it sounds like a glorious roasting session, condolences for the psychic damage to your students, and I'm *delighted* that "Green Knight Salt's" become part of The Brand™ (next to half-Fomorian twinks, villainfucking, and international musicals.)

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyow!~ Can I request a short manager with chubby cheeks where she is so cute. she can also swallow food in large bites which makes the team very excited and blush. oh yeah when she's annoyed his cheeks will flush too (like a tinker bell). I'm sorry this is a very strange request. You can go with inarizaki, seijoh and nekoma 😊

Chipmunk cutie, manager Chan!!

Ahhh I've missed writing manager Chan fics terribly and I hope this suffices for how much I love the boys.

Characters: Inarizaki, Seijoh, Nekoma

Warnings: mentions of railing

Inarizaki

So I'm sure the boys all portray this intimidating!! and scary!! image to people, but when they're with you, they're just full-on blushy softies.

Aran is just very very cuddly with you! He seems done™ like most of the time, but when you guys are together, he's always pinching your cheeks, and thinking you're SO adorable when you get mad at him for it.

Osamu just loves feeding anything he's made to you, because your cheeks puff up like the cutest little chipmunk, and oh God, his heart.

Atsumu is just constantly jealous because Osamu gets to feed you, and so he makes it his personal business to learn how to cook.

He's not like Osamu yet, and he's frankly given up wayyy more times than he can count, but one day, when he proudly brings you a bento he's made by himself, he feeds you and blushes😭💖

Kita is just very stoic and calm, and seems unreadable, but deep down inside, he's so soft for you, he loves the smallest things you do, and is very observant of you.

If you're ever in trouble, you can just count on Kita to come rescue you, and he never makes a big deal about it at all.

Your relationship with Suna is simply adorable! he likes teasing you, and seeing how the red blush on your face spreads. He also loves taking videos of it when that happens, and posting it on his Instagram, much to your dismay.

Although you find it embarassing, he just loves showing you off to the rest of the world, as his precious manager-chan.

Ginjima and Omimi are slightly awkward with you, since hey find you so delicate, like a little fairy, they're scared they might hurt you in some way or another, but after constant reassurance and kindness, they open up to you, and love you as much as the other team members.

The team genuinely loves you and care for you a lot, and they are extremely gentle and protective!

It's like, if another person were to ever hurt or even touch you?? Yeah they've got a whole team of volleyball monsters to worry about, with the rowdy Miya twins in the lead.

Needless to say, you're their fox cub, and they love and appreciate you beyond words.

Seijoh

Omigosh they are such crackheads asjsksk. Seijoh loves teasing you, but deep down, it's only because they love the reactions you give them.

Makki and Matsun low-key LIVE for your angry blushes. Especially when it's paired with your foot-tapping, they think you look like a tiny fairy, Tinkerbell to be more precise.

Iwaizumi is a little tsun tsun, we all know that. Kinda shy to show you affection, but he's ALWAYS protecting you from the teasing from the others.

What can I say? He likes being your hero, and especially when you give him an adoring smile and kiss his cheek as a thank-you? WORTH IT.

Oikawa pinches your cheeks every damn second, and whenever you complain, he reaches down and kisses them, saying “My kisses are magic, they ease the pain.”

This just causes you to get blushier, and obviously, your cheeks go redder, which causes Oikawa to swoon SO HARD.

THEY ALL LOVE taking you out for ramen, because you eat so much in one bite, your cheeks puff up and they all blush quietly because they find it adorable.

I'll bet Oikawa even comes to your house to get ready for the Seijoh Halloween Party together, and gets matching costumes for the two of you.

You're Tinkerbell, and he's Peter Pan. (HOW ADORABLE IS THAT??)

The rest of Seijoh claim that this is "the only good idea Oikawa has ever had" because the costume fits you so well, and makes you look cuter than you already are.

You wink like Tink (ha! pun) and the boys just malfunction and combust because they thought you were cute, but now, you're hot?? poor Seijoh :(

10/10 would rail you in your tink costume

Nekoma

Our little cat babies are all just in awe of you, and they are protective in the best way possible.

Yamamoto just loves randomly taking pictures of you and sending it to his "shitty boys" group chat and bragging.

“bet you wish you had a manager like ours”. Tanaka and Noya are so jealous.

Kuroo just loves spinning you around randomly. He thinks you're as delicate as a fairy, and according to him "fairies need to fly" which is why your feet are never on the ground, if Kuroo is near you.

Kenma likes placing his hands on both sides of your cheeks sometimes. “They're warm” he says with a satisfied smile, and you feel your cheeks grow warmer from the blush.

You and Yaku have this very interesting love-hate relationship. Like he gets under your nerves and you almost NEVER agree with him, but you also love him so much, and you'd defend him if anyone dared talk shit about him.

You just turn into a tsun tsun when he's around, but on the rare occasions when he engulfs you in hugs and speaks to you gently, you melt deep inside.

The team started calling you "Tink-chan" after Kuroo started it, and now it's just your regular nickname.

Very wholesome 10/10 I love Nekoma

Taglist: @raychii @dai-tsukki-desu @k-sakusa-old

[hanibalistic]

#796986 | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | fluff, high school au, crush au

word count | 1824

warning | none

note | thank you for requesting, i hope you like this!

request | @childofthecycle​

having a crush on someone is about a lot of things.

it is about awkwardly pacing around the classroom for over five minutes, just walking and talking to your friends, pretending that you have a lot of things to tend to when you are just hoping he would finally look up from his desk and see you walking around the space.

it is about the whispered rumors spreading through a class, talking about who is in love with who and who brushed hands with who. and whenever his name is mentioned with yours, you would deny, deny, deny, all the while wondering if he turned to take a look at you.

it is about the faint heat at the tip of your ears whenever you feel him next to you during assembly line up, your eyes desperately trying to take a closer look of his gorgeous yet not being brave enough to turn your head in case he would notice you.

having a crush is about hoping, it is about looking, and is about public secrecy. the thrill in almost being exposed but always making sure your feelings stay behind a pair of sealed lips, and the endearment of yearning to be looked at, while immediately turning away when his eyes are on you because you could not bear to be seen by him either.

"[name]... what the hell are you doing?"

jisung could tell by the way you ignored his question and simply moved your head over to peek at the basketball court outside the cafeteria.

there was only ever one reason why you would awkwardly hide behind a brick wall in the middle of the school ground, and there was only ever one reason why you would be interested in an unofficial, lunch-time basketball game.

it was all because of hwang hyunjin.

"you're gushing. stop it, stop gushing at the wall," he said as he stepped up to stand next to you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

the way he pulled a face when he watched hyunjin dunk a basketball was not lost on him. even after so long, he was still not fond of the divine-looking, soft-spoken, almost-six-feet boy. and, to be frank, jisung wasn't sure if he ever will be, considering the countless trouble he has indirectly brought to his table.

listening to you talk on and on about hyunjin was one thing. jisung found hilarity in teasing you of your crush on the perfect student in your grade, especially when you would always start to ramble out incoherent words trying to save yourself from expressing too much of your embarrassingly romantic daydreams.

but oh lord, when you start going out of your way for him was when he couldn't help but think your feelings were starting to get a little ridiculous.

a prime example he would hold a silent grudge against hyunjin forever was when you twisted your ankle trying to impress him during the soccer unit in p.e class.

all hyunjin saw was you crying! there was noting impressive about that!

(yet, when he asked you if you were okay the morning came back in a cast, you were so giddy you almost forgot your feet were injured.)

"lunch is almost ending, we should go back to class," jisung said after he took his eyes off hyunjin and turned to you instead.

your eyes were fixated on hyunjin. even though the boy was moving about in the court, running and jumping and pushing and smiling, your eyes could always find where he has gone to. it was like your got lenses that specifically filter out and blur out anything that simply isn't hwang hyunjin. and you drowned yourself in your small, safe world where your love for him could expand as much as you want every time you watch him.

the smile lingering on your face, the kind of smile jisung knew no amount of jokes could bring out of you, was what made him keep his mouth shut whenever he felt like complaining about your crush on hyunjin.

you were so happy liking him, you always have been. he was in no position to defeat your spirit, and he in no way would make fun of your feelings for another.

plus, he wanted you to be happy. if talking about your crush on hyunjin would provide that, he would let you do it.

"alright, suit yourself," he muttered to himself after a scoff. "i'm leaving first, then. don't come whining at me later."

you did not hear a lick of what he said. your mind went hazy the second you saw hyunjin turn his head and looked at you, a smile still present on his face that would send you the delusion that he was smiling at you. fingers clutching the edge of the wall, you sucked in a loud squeal and immediately turned around to press your back against the wall, hiding.

you couldn't even find the time to wonder why jisung was no longer by your side. you were too occupied in the knowledge that you have been seen. not just by anyone but by hyunjin, by your crush, by him.

it was a short glance; you made it a short glance by shielding yourself too quickly, but it was enough to get your heart racing.

because when you are fond of someone, even the smallest detail was orchestrated by impenetrable fate. even the tiniest thing means something, be it just an accidental smile or a coincidentally shared glance. those little things become your midnight dreams and the pinnacle of your fictional scenarios.

they mean something. hyunjin means something, as well as your affection for him.

taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you shoved down the shy smile and slowly turned your body so you could peek out again and see if hyunjin was still looking.

it was likely wishful thinking, but you wanted to hope for it nonetheless, as the kind of thrill you get in crossing your fingers and hoping, and then the unique embracing of disappointment when it lets you down, was a bittersweet feeling you thought deserved to be felt. it was, graciously, addicting, with the way you gamble each time wondering if your prayers would be heard.

you were met with a face instead when you turned around. or, more specifically, hyunjin's face. it was a sweaty face, but somehow you still wanted to exert your affection for him through the less-than-elegant love language of biting. maybe just the tip of his nose, or the bottom of his lips, or even his arm.

hyunjin watched with surprised eyes when you stumbled back with a yell. he took a hesitant step forward, his hand ready to fly out and support your fall, but you regained your balance and steadied yourself only two feet more away from him. shrinking back into his bubble, he watched you with intrigue as you began fumbling with your words.

"i–um, i was just watching you play–i wasn't specifically watching just you, though! i was looking at the whole team and your friends–actually, yeah! i was just watching you all play because i had time on my hands, haha, because it's lunch, you know? it's lunch–"

hyunjin held up his hands gently, wanting to get you to calm down in the middle of your stuttering speech trying to explain why you two met eyes in the first place. your voice slowly trailed to a stop when you saw that he was laughing—cute, tiny laughs that meant no harm; it was more as if he found your bubble-soda eyes adorable as they gleamed with each word you spoke.

"can i say something...?" he asked after you stopped talking, and he waited until you give him a grim nod before he continued, "i didn't mean to scare you, i'm sorry. i thought it would be funny if you turn and i'm already here."

you furrowed your brows at him. "why would that be funny?"

he scratched his cheek faintly, uncertain. he knew he would catch you off guard, and he had wanted to see how you would react to being so close to him because he has caught you, on multiple occasions, staring at him and looking away when he saw. it was all for good fun, he didn't know he would freak you out this much, and neither did he think it would be funny.

"i have a bad sense of humor," he explained. "i'm sorry i freaked you out."

you huffed out a string of air, your neck heating up as the conversation went on. you should be panicking more, you thought, because you have never had a casual conversation with him before. but his kind demeanor made it so easy to feel calm around him despite your likeness toward him.

"it's fine, i probably freaked you out even more by peeking at your play anyway," you shivered, "that was creepy, wasn't it?"

hyunjin smiled, a dimple showing. he shook his head, wiping his forehead with the towel around his neck. "no, i think it's kind of cute, actually," he admitted, "frustrating, though."

"oh... sorry–"

"i would have liked it better if you were sitting on the bench instead of hiding yourself," he said. "hell, i probably would have done better too, who knows?"

your creamy eyes popped, and it blossomed all over him. he was looking for that—that sudden burst of joy in your eyes. he has only seen it a few times before, you were always turning away from him that he couldn't properly look at you.

it was like you wouldn't even give him the time and chance to come to his senses that he does think you are adorable, and he should probably talk to you before the year ends with you two being strangers.

how unfortunate that would be; another pure crush slain by the separation of the year-end graduation. thank god hyunjin came to his senses.

"i... i can sit by the bench tomorrow if you want," you suggested carefully, not daring enough to look at him.

he pursed his lips into a teasing smile, wanting to lean down so he could catch your lowered eyes, but he decided against it just to make you less anxious around him.

"thank you, [name]. that would be great,"

his name rolled off your tongue so smoothly, it was as if he has said it millions of times before. and maybe his heart has called your name when you were unaware, maybe his eyes have thought of your name countless times before he finally had it in himself to talk to you.

you breathed out a sigh. what a relieving feeling, like all the hardships have melted away.

this was what having a crush feels like. it is like having softness bleed into the rough patch of high school life, and you were glad hyunjin was the reason behind it.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars LXV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m soft and EXCITED cause we’re starting book four next week and you guys have no idea what’s coming -Danny

Words: 1,798

Warnings: None! Tooth rooting fluff

Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Book IV

Chapter Twenty-Four: Good Omens.

Dumbledore left when Harry walked out of Lupin's former office, he stopped when he noticed Mel was outside.

"Oh," He said, "I thought you'd be with Ron and Hermione."

"I was talking to Dumbledore," She replied simply. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," He moved to where she was standing. "I talked to him too, when you left the office..."

"You did?"

"I was... I told him that I felt like our mission hadn't made a difference," He explained. "He told me I was wrong... sort of."

"Sort of?" She smiled.

Then Harry told her everything. Including the prophecy Trelawney had told him on their last day of exams. She had to admit, it sounded terrifying, but their teacher was known to be a bit dramatic. Still, the part about the dark lord rising... she didn't like that bit at all.

"What he said about the people that loves us never leaving..." Harry frowned, trying to put his thoughts in order. "They help us when we're in trouble, one way or another... I'm lucky to have you, Ron, and Hermione. Emily, and Sirius... they care and they'd help me if I needed them to... Not everyone is that lucky, though."

"I suppose so," Mel tilted her head, patiently waiting for the rest of whatever he was trying to say.

"Erick," It was the second time he'd mentioned the boy's name and it still sounded completely strange coming out of his mouth. "What you said about his family... he doesn't have many people helping him. I guess... I understand why'd he go out of his way to talk to you... You're brilliant and all..."

"Thanks?"

"What I mean," Harry pressed on, having a hard time expressing himself. "What I want to say is, I think you're a good friend and you're right– I shouldn't judge people without knowing their story first, that's what made me think Sirius was trying to kill me... I'm sorry I reacted that way, my interactions with the Slytherins haven't been nice, but I get that not everyone has to be the same. I trust you–"

Harry's speech was interrupted when Mel threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly (no kisses this time, though- She wasn't going to do the same mistake twice) and apologized profusely.

"I know... Mellow, I can't breathe!" He complained.

"Sorry!" She stepped back. "Sorry..."

"So... I'm your hero now, right?"

"What?" She frowned.

"You said that whoever made the dementors disappear the other night was your new hero, turns out it was me," He smirked.

"I was also there!" She exclaimed. "That was my Patronus too!"

"Well, you can't be your hero!"

"Says who?"

"It doesn't make sense!"

"I say it does. I'm my own hero," She teased. "For all I know, I saved your life this time."

"I've saved your life before," He pouted.

"Now you're just being pretentious..."

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies," Hermione commented once they were settled on the train's compartment.

"But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!"

"I know, but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again. Besides, I asked Erick and he told me he'd be happy to tell me all about what he studies in class."

"I still can't believe you're friends with him," Ron rolled his eyes. "And I still can't believe you didn't tell us about the time-turner. We're supposed to be your friends."

"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," said Hermione. "And you know how important it is to keep secrets when you're not the only one involved..."

She looked at Mel, who was looking at Harry, who was looking out the window with a sad expression.

"Oh, cheer up!" said Hermione.

"I'm okay," Harry jumped lightly. "Just thinking about the holidays."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too– Mel, Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now —"

"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year..."

"Or ask us more about muggle life, like Erick does," Mel teased.

Ron ignored them.

"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work."

Harry did cheer up at that.

"Yeah, I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come... especially after what I did to Aunt Marge..."

"I'd love to see the World Cup!" Mel said excitedly. "I can picture it already, all the wizards from around the world..."

They wasted a whole hour playing and talking when Hermione pointed out to the landscape.

"Harry– What's that thing outside your window?"

It was the smallest owl Mel had ever seen. It dropped a letter onto Harry's seat and began zooming excitedly around the place. Hedwig clicked her beak while Grey and Crookshanks sat up, following the owl with their eyes. Ron caught the owl safely and threw a disapproving look their way.

"It's from Sirius!" Harry said happily.

"What? Read it aloud!"

'Dear Harry, I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle.

I don't know whether they're used to owl post. Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.

I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt —

"Ha! See! I told you it was from him!"

"Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?– Ouch!"

'Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather.

I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you and Mel that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you. I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.

I'll write again soon. Sirius

P.S. Mel, if Remus tells your mother what happened during the school year, will you please send her my regards? I miss her, I'm hoping I'll find a way to communicate with her soon.'

"I absolutely will," Mel smiled widely. "What else did he send, Glasses?"

Harry looked inside the envelope. She saw his eyes grow in surprise and then he was grinning, handing the small piece of parchment to her.

'I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.'

"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry.  "Hang on, there's a second P.S."

'I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.'

Ron's eyes widened.

"Keep him?" he repeated.

He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff.

"What do'you reckon?" Ron asked. "Definitely an owl?"

Crookshanks purred.

"That's good enough for me," said Ron. "He's mine."

"You know," Mel said to the boy once they arrived at the station. "I'm really sorry you can't live with Sirius, but there's a good side!"

"Which is?"

"I'll still be your neighbor!"

"I thought you'd be happy," He teased. "Finally getting rid of me, a well-deserved break."

"I was happy because Sirius cares about you and you would've had a good life... besides, I get to see you in school, which is almost the whole year."

"Well," Harry put an arm around her shoulders. "We'll still have to stand each other for the years to come."

"I think I can live with that," She chuckled.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after they parted.

Mel saw her mother standing a few feet away from the Dursleys and ran to meet her.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully. "Do you think we can stop by that place we like to get lunch? I'm– You know everything, don't you?"

Emily was looking down at her with such a severity that Mel prepared herself for the impact.

"Time-turners, dementors and sneaking out of the castle after curfew," Emily whispered angrily. "Helping a convict escape, attacking a Professor–"

"Snape had it coming!"

"Are you trying to drive me insane?" Emily hissed. "I swear, every time I get a letter I feel like I'm about to hear you murdered a teacher!"

"You're exagerating–"

"Watch me overreact all the way to our house, young lady!" She retorted.

"Very well," Mel sighed. "Can I tell you two things first?"

"What things?"

"I spent a whole year having a normal period -dreadful and gross, not reccomended– but that means I can take the potion now! Second, Padfoot says hi."

Emily's mouth opened and closed, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face.

"How do you–"

"Didn't they tell you the whole story?" Mel asked. "I'll have to do it myself, then..."

"What's that?" They heard Mr. Dursley spat at Harry while they walked past. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another —"

"It's not," Harry smiled brightly. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather? You haven't got a godfather!"

"Yes, I have– He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though. Keep up with my news... check if I'm happy..."

Mel and Emily shared a look and left quickly, holding back their laughter until they were safe inside their car. There, both of them laughed until their stomachs hurt.

"You know," Her mother said breathlessly. "Prongs would've been so proud of his son..."

"I know," Mel smiled, looking out her window and watching Harry's gleeful face as he walked out of the station with a terrified uncle following close. "We all are..."

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