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A/N: Written for bi visibility day, featuring bi!nb!Sirius figuring out he’s bi, bi!Marlene, and supportive Marauders! Partially inspired by this art by @gin-draws

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Sirius knew something was off with him while hanging out with Benjy Fenwick. James was busy with quidditch practice, and both Remus and Peter landed themselves in detention after completely buggering up what should have been a simple snack run the night before — served them right for not bringing him back some brownies — so Sirius found himself spending the morning with the Ravenclaw boy. 

They hung out in the library of all places, Benjy trying to finish his Charms essay while Sirius was flicking through his history of magic textbook, trying to get himself to care enough about the giant uprising of 1305 to start his essay, which technically was two days late, but Binns forgot to ask the class for them and no one bothered to remind the ghost so it wasn’t really his fault.

Benjy looked over when he sighed for the millionth time and grinned a little. “You were just bragging that you were the top student in your year, but here you are being defeated by one tiny essay.” 

Sirius looked over, something witty on the tip of his tongue, before faltering. Maybe it was the way that the sunlight filtered through the window to make Benjy’s brown eyes light up, or how when he grinned he had a dimple on his right cheek, but Sirius’ tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he just shrugged lamely in response. 

Thankfully Benjy just raised an eyebrow and let it drop without comment, possibly thinking that flipping through the textbook had made his brain foggy the same way history of magic lectures did. 

The interaction haunted him for the next week and he thanked Merlin and Morgana that the professors started their tirade of assigning extra homework in preparation for the NEWTs, which meant that they couldn’t hang out for a few days while Benjy drowned in the mountain of work.

Sirius thought about it long and hard. He knew something was always a little different about him, but did he fancy blokes? What even qualified as fancying someone? Sure he had thought of people as attractive in passing but he never really found himself interested in dating. It wasn’t like people didn’t think he was attractive, quite the opposite, it spurred many a rumor about his love life in the past, but he never really had a girlfriend before. Or a boyfriend. He never felt the same way about someone that James felt about Lily, as obnoxious as he was about it.

He needed to talk to someone. Not the boys. He was sure that they’d be alright with the whole maybe-liking-blokes thing but he wasn’t absolutely certain and it would kill him if they reacted badly.  He couldn’t get rejected by them, he would never recover. So when Marlene asked if he wanted to work on their potions essay together, he agreed. Partially to try and talk to her about the mess he found himself in, and partially because he missed her; Marlene being friends with Lily, and James being, well, James meant that their friend groups couldn’t quite hang out together without risking someone getting hexed. 

Besides, she was gay, she wouldn’t judge him for being gay too.

So that’s how he found himself lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room after supper, Marlene swatting at his legs every time he stretched out too much and knocked at the textbook on her lap. Chocolate frog boxes littered the table, sacrificed to fuel their essay writing. He was fiddling with one of the cards — Morgan le Fay again — when he mumbled, “I think I might be gay.”

“That’s nice,” Marlene said, scratching her head with her quill, clearly not having heard him properly. 

“Marlene.” 

That got her to look up from her parchment. Noticing the look on his face, she closed her textbook, tossing it and her half finished essay aside. Turning to face him properly, she set her head on her knees, brown eyes looking into grey in a way that made Sirius feel like she was picking at the fabric of his very being, pulling the threads apart and examining them thoroughly before weaving them back together. The light from the fireplace flickering in her eyes and casting shadows on her brown skin made her look like she was some ancient all-knowing witch in a play doing just that. It should have made him nervous but Marlene proved time and time again that she wouldn’t hurt him even though she could. Besides, James trusted her and that was enough for him.

She nudged him with her foot, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Hey, what’s up?”

“ I think I fancy Benjy but I don’t know because I don’t really fancy people and it’s confusing because maybe I’m gay and I don’t know how they boys will react and—”

“Oi, slow down a little,” she said. “Take a breath. What were you saying about Benjy?”

He took a deep breath before trying again. “I mean we were just studying together and I looked over and it felt like I had cotton in my mouth. Obviously he’s a good looking guy and I like hanging out with him but I wanna do more than just hang out with him. I wanna take him to Hogsmeade and hold his hand and snog his stupid face when he grins and that fucking dimple shows up,” Sirius ranted, keeping his gaze fixed on the card in his hand. 

“So you fancy blokes.” No question, no judgement. Just a statement.

Sirius shrugged a little, running a hand through his hair. “I mean- I fancy Benjy. And Puddlemere’s captain is fit. Guess I do fancy blokes,” he mumbled. “So I’m gay?”

Marlene shrugged a little. “If you just fancy blokes, yeah.”

“Like how you fancy girls.”

She blinked, tilting her head a bit to the side. The corner of her mouth curled up a little and there was an amused glint in her eyes that confused him. “I’m not gay Sirius. Yeah, I fancy girls, but I fancy guys too. Well, I can fancy anyone. Stuff like that doesn’t really factor into who I like all that much.”

It was his turn to tilt his head. He imagined he must look something like Padfoot in that moment, the gears in his head churning. “That’s an option?”

Marlene laughed, but there wasn’t any malice behind it. “Yeah, it is. People aren’t just gay or straight. They aren’t even just boys or girls, though that’s an entirely different conversation. They can be bisexual, like me.”

Sirius nodded a little, thinking it over some more. Marlene watched him, not saying anything as this revelation threw him in for another loop. “I think Benjy Fenwick’s fit the same way I think Angela Wilson is fit.”

“Angela Wilson’s out of your league.”

He laughed, the tension he didn’t even know he was holding in his shoulders melting away, and kicked Marlene gently. “Rude.”

“I’m rude? You kicked me!” she laughed, shaking her head. When their laughter died down a little, she asked, “Would you shag Angela Wilson?”

“Course, she’s stunning.” He set his head in his hand, thinking for a moment. “I liked what you said, that you can fancy anyone. I mean, I’ve fancied girls before, and guys but I never thought it meant anything. I didn’t think you could like both. I’m bi.” It felt good to put a word to how he was feeling, that other people felt like he did and — and it wasn’t wrong. 

Marlene smiled, grabbing a chocolate frog from the table and tossing it to him. “Welcome to the club Sirius.”

He caught it easily, smiling a bit. “Thanks Mar. I owe you one.”

“Great, you can help me finish this stupid essay then.”

After cursing Slughorn for assigning the stupid essay at least a hundred times, Marlene and Sirius said their goodbyes and made their way up to their respective dorms once it was finished. Sirius paused outside the dorm, sighing a little as he listened to James and Peter arguing about who ate the last cauldron cake in their collective stash, neither of them suspecting Remus, whom Sirius had seen snatch the cake before going on his prefect rounds yesterday. He knew that they wouldn’t look at him differently and that he could wait to tell them, but he was rubbish at lying to James and they would notice that he was a bumbling mess around Benjy soon enough. Besides, he wanted to tell them, wanted them to help with how to ask Benjy out, wanted to listen to Peter and Remus shoot down all of James’ ideas because they’re too over the top.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside. His face must’ve looked serious, because the bickering stopped when James looked at him. “What happened?”

Sirius shook his head as Remus looked up from his book, setting it aside. Kicking off his shoes, he went to sit beside James on his bed, facing the others. “I, uh, I need to talk to you guys. Everything’s fine, it’s just—”

“Never thought I’d see you tongue tied mate,” Peter teased in an attempt to make him feel more comfortable. He gave him a quick smile before running a hand through his hair.

“You can tell us anything you know,” Remus said gently. 

“I know. I’m, well, I’m bi. I’m bi and I’m almost certain I fancy Benjy Fenwick and I really don’t want anything to change between us because you guys are the only family I’ve got and… yeah,” he finished lamely. The dorm was quiet for what felt like ages as what Sirius said sank in and with each passing moment he could feel his heart sinking until—

“We can finally tease him about fancying someone,” James said, bumping his shoulder. “After all the grief you gave me-”

“To be fair, you deserved everything you got Prongs.”

“Oi! Uncalled for Moony!”

Sirius smiled to himself as another round of bickering started, this time between Remus and James. When he finally looked up from his hand, Peter gave him a small smile.

“You know we love you, right? Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I know. Thanks Pete,” he smiled before nodding to the other two. “Right, should we break this up?”

Peter sighed, shaking his head. “I’m not sure we can.”

Sirius smirked a little and quickly said, “Remus ate the last cauldron cake,” just to see the chaos unfold. The result was immediate.

“Moony!”

“I can’t believe this betrayal— I told you I wanted that!”

“How could you Padfoot! They never would have found out if you didn’t say anything!”

The fight lasted well into the night, resulting in a very rushed morning, which was usually fine, but this time it meant that they were sprinting to the Great Hall to snatch whatever they could before booking it to McGonagall’s classroom. 

Once again, that would have been perfectly fine if Sirius didn’t forget that McGonagall had warned him twice before that he would get a detention if he wasn’t wearing his uniform properly.

“Mr. Black, this is the third time in the last two weeks I’ve had to talk to you about the dress code,” McGonagall sighed when he walked in, wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt that the boys had gotten to him for his birthday last year. “I’m afraid you’ll be having detention with me tonight after dinner. If your uniform is not up to code tomorrow, you’ll have detention for the rest of the week, is that clear?”

“Yes professor,” he said, waiting until they sat down before elbowing James, who was barely stifling his laughter. “Shut up.”

“I’m not saying anything—”

“Mr. Potter, please refrain from talking while I’m teaching, unless you wish to join Mr. Black in detention.”

“Sorry professor.”

Sirius smirked at him before paying attention to the lesson, the inklings of a plan forming in his mind.

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“Are you sure about this mate? You could end up with a week’s worth of detention,” James said as they walked to Transfiguration the next day. Sirius shrugged a little.

“Well I’m wearing the uniform properly, it should be fine,” he said, shrugging a little.

“If you get away with this, I’m eating my bloody tie.”

“I’d like to see that,” Remus mumbled to Peter, who chuckled a bit. 

“Where did you even get the uniform?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I asked Marlene if she’d loan one of hers to me.”

The three boys walked in ahead of him, Sirius waiting a moment before stepping inside.The usual background chattering before class stopped at the students saw him before McGonagall did. 

The woman turned around and was met with the sight of Sirius wearing the girls uniform. “Mr. Black, what did I say yesterday?”

Sirius shrugged a little. “You just said my uniform had to be up to code… and it is.”

Now, he would swear until the day he died that McGonagall cracked a smile at that before turning to the blackboard to start the lesson. He was already in a good mood after his victory, and Remus and Peter continuously making jokes about James now having to eat his tie, but the thing to push him over the edge happened as they were walking to lunch. 

“Look who��s coming our way,” Remus mumbled, nudging Sirius. 

James raised an eyebrow and looked around before grinning and elbowing Sirius. “Look out lover boy-”

“Lay off James. Come on, both of you walk ahead,” Peter said, pushing Remus and James towards the hall and away from Sirius. He was confused only for a moment more until Benjy came into view.

“Hey Benjy.”

“Hey,” Benjy grinned a little, running a hand through his hair. Curse him and his stupidly cute dimple. “So it’s true.”

“What, the uniform?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. “Does the whole school already know?”

“Well gossip does spread quickly,” he said, shrugging a little. ”I wanted to see if it was true. It’s a good look.”

“Well I do have the legs for it,” Sirius shrugged with a grin, heart skipping a beat. 

Benjy laughed and Sirius could tell that he was absolutely gone for this boy. He’d have to figure out if the Ravenclaw was interested soon, because this was killing him.

“Right, well, I won’t keep you from lunch anymore. I can still sit with you lot for the game, yeah?”

“Course, the boys won’t mind.”

Sirius was in such a good mood afterwards that he didn’t care that the boys were teasing him about the dumb look on his face, or that he got some less-than-friendly looks from some of the students. And if he was being honest, he liked the girls uniform, but there was no time to unpack that. Not when he had to figure out how to ask Benjy out.

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The Christmas holidays were fast approaching and for once, Sirius was excited for them. For starters, he would be going home to the Potters to celebrate as a family. Marlene was going to visit around the same time as Remus and Peter so he’d be able to see all his friends without having to sneak out of his bedroom window. 

Oh, and he and Benjy had been dating for three weeks now. So yeah, things were going very well for him. 

But the uniform incident was still stuck in his head.

“Sometimes I wish I would wear girl clothes,” Sirius mumbled as he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was two days until they were going home for the holidays, so the boys were all in the dorm, packing their things. Well, all of them except Sirius.

“You can if you want,” Remus said, glancing up from his trunk.

“And we’ll hex anyone who’s an arse about it,” James added. 

“No, I mean it’s more than that,” he sighed, frustrated with himself and trying to figure out how to say what he was feeling. “Sometimes I feel like, well, like a girl, but sometimes I feel like a boy, and then sometimes I don’t feel like either, that I’m just me and — nevermind, this is dumb.” 

Sirius pushed himself up and, ignoring the calls of his friends, went for a walk to get rid of his pent up energy. The boys didn’t talk about his outburst earlier and Sirius appreciated it. James chucked Benjy’s scarf at his head to remind Sirius to pack it and everything was forgotten.

Well, he thought everything was forgotten.

He knew something was up when James hovered at his door after Christmas dinner, fidgeting like he did when he was hiding something. Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking up from his magazine about motorbikes they’d picked up during their last trip into town. “You can come in Jamie, no need to look like I’m going to toss you out.”

“Right, sorry,” James said, coming to sit on the bed with him, hiding something behind his back. “Mum and Dad are gonna call us down to open presents once the rasmalai is done, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, looking at him carefully. James was never this unsure and it was starting to worry him. “Mate, if something’s wrong, you can talk to me, okay?”

“Yeah! I mean, no, everything’s fine with me, I just needed to— ugh,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all directions, looking much too stressed for someone wearing snitch pajama pants. “Remember what we were talking about before the holidays?”

Sirius furrowed his brow a little before realizing what he was talking about and nodding a little. “It was nothing Jamie, don’t worry about it—”

“No, it was obviously important to you,” he cut across, shaking his head. “The boys and I did some research and think that what you were talking about sounds like being nonbinary. Like, your gender changes and your pronouns change— or maybe not!  And— fuck, Moony would’ve been better at explaining this,” he muttered. “But does that sound right?”

Slowly Sirius nodded a little as he thought about it more. “Yeah. I mean, most days I just feel like me, y’know? I don’t really think about myself as a boy or a girl until I do and, well, I don’t know.”

“Right. Would you maybe want to go by, shit, what did Moony day? Oh! By they/them pronouns instead of he/him?”

“Sometimes.”

“Okay,” James said before shoving a box into Sirius’ hands. “It’s from all of us. I figured you might want to open this up here.”

Sirius just raised an eyebrow at him before looking down at the box. It was small, which meant it was probably another ring to add to his collection. Opening it, he found a black ring with a clear stone set into it. “It’s a ring.”

“Put it on.”

“Alright, pushy,” he teased a little, sliding it on. It was a perfect fit of course; the boys probably nicked one of his to make sure it was the right size. “It’s nice, thanks mate.”

“Hold on, it’s special. Think about what you want to be called.”

He raised an eyebrow, but did just that. As he did, the clear stone turned red, like a ruby. All he could manage to say was, “What?”

“We enchanted it. Red is they/them, blue is he/him, and purple is she/her,” James explained quickly. “This way we don’t have to bother you all the time asking what you want to go by. We made a bunch of little cards that explain it too, so you can give them to other people without repeating yourself—”

Sirius cut him off by pulling him into a hug, smiling into his shoulder. “Thanks Jamie, it’s perfect. Remind me to thank the boys when they come over.”

James smiled and hugged them back. “Course mate, you’re family. We’d do anything for you. And if you want, we can go to Diagon Alley this week and get you another uniform. My parents are gonna be supportive, so don’t worry about that.”

“I’d like that.”

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Sirius made their way to McGonagall’s office the first evening they were back from the holiday break, knocking lightly. They let out a breath when she said, “Come in,” and stepped inside. 

Now that they were here, doubt was starting to creep in. What if McGonagall thought this was all a lie? Or that they were being dramatic, or that this was a phase? Sure, the boys, the Potters, Marlene, and Benjy all took it well, but this was different.

“Ah, Mr. Black. Sit, have a biscuit,” McGonagall said when they stepped inside. Setting her work aside, she looked at Sirius while they sat down, noting that they were once again wearing the girls uniform. “What can I do for you?”

Sirius fiddled with their ring for a moment, trying to figure out how to start. “Well, I figured out over the break that I’m nonbinary and sometimes I have different pronouns. James, Remus, and Peter enchanted this ring to change colours based on what I want to be called. Here,” they said, handing one of the cards the boys made to her.

“I see,” she said, looking at the card before looking at their ring. “I’ll make sure all the professors are notified. If you run into any trouble, you come straight to me, understand?”

Sirius couldn’t hold back the grin that spread on their face. “Of course. Thank you professor.”

McGonagall waved off the thanks. “Now, take another biscuit and head to your dorms. You have my class first thing in the morning and I expect you to be on time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When Sirius showed up the next morning and said, “Good morning professor,” they weren’t sure what to expect. They didn’t exactly want to be called Mr. or Ms. Black, but what else would she call them?

McGonagall took a moment to look at their ring before responding, “Good morning Sirius. Make sure Mr. Potter doesn’t fall asleep in my class, will you? It looks as if he’s already drifting off.”

Sirius grinned a little and nodded. “Of course professor.”

[rational-mastermind]

A/N: Hey!! Everyone wants more Quinnvoyant right? Right?? Well too bad, it’s all I have. And an au! Soulmate au where if you write on yourself, it’ll show up on your Soulmate.

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  Everyone knew that if you wrote on yourself, it would appear on your soulmate as well. And Chris Quinn was no exception to this. Though, for a long time, there was only cute things like drawings of cats and rainbows and stars. Cute poems. Reminders. It was fine enough when he was a kid but as he got older it was just embarrassing. So he would wear long sleeves and hide the writing as best as he could.

   Sometimes he would talk with her, but she was too shy to reveal where she lived or who she was. Which kind of annoyed him. Wasn’t the whole point supposed to be that they would meet?

   When they got to high school, they talked less. Life got busy for her. Life was busy enough for him as well. Sometimes they would check in. Sometimes it would be reminders of homework assignments, or notes in class. Just kind of easily forgetting the other can see what they wrote.

   Then one day, his skin started getting covered in words, very quickly. Bright red marker showed up all over his arms and hands and it crawled all over his body. The same words over and over and over.

   “FREAK”

   “PSYCHO”

   “CREEP”

   “KILL ME”

   None too surprisingly, the only place she didn’t write was on her right arm. She was too busy writing, after all.

   Chris found a nearby ballpoint pen and began writing.

   “Et tu?”

   The scribbling suddenly stopped. For a moment he was worried. But then the ink began running off. It looked wet and began to run down his arms.

   Tears.

   After watching it a moment he began writing himself.

   “What happened?”

   “Bullies.” was the eventual reply.

   “Why?”

   “Cause it’s true.”

   “Same.”

   “What do you mean?”

   Chris sighed. He knew he wasn’t like other kids. They would all avoid him, be afraid of him, or talk about him weird just cause he talked about blood and death and demons and stuff that went bump in the night. He wasn’t gothic. Not by a long shot. He just...liked gore. He liked pain. He once got into a fight. One of the kids had a knife.

   He couldn’t stop giggling.

   There was something so...so thrilling, when he saw the red.

   The voices in his head only encouraged it.

   “I’m a psychopath.” he wrote.

   “I don’t think you are.”

   “That makes one of us.”

   “Well what makes you so weird?”

   “I… hear voices… And… I see things.”

   “Really?”

   “Yeah. But I’m told it’s not-”

   “Me too.”

   Chris stared at the two simple words. Somehow, it utterly stumped him. He felt...weird. He wasn’t sure why though. But he wasn’t entirely opposed to it.

   “What kind of things do you see?” he asked.

   “It’s hard to describe. Sometimes it’s people. Sometimes it’s just screaming. Or loud talking. Sometimes it’s colors and random pictures. What about you?”

   “More about dogs and demons and the end of the world and shit.”

   The rest of the writing on his body started to disappear. She was wiping it off.

   “Can we switch brains?”

   “Yeah, yours sounds more fun.” he chuckled to himself. After a moment’s thought he ventured forth to ask. “So what do you imagine I’m like?”

   “I don’t know. When I try to read you I get this weird image of something dirty and gritty like a horror movie. But at the same time, I also get this...warmth.”

   “Warmth?”

   “Like a towel out of the dryer. It’s warm and soft and it feels like home. It’s funny... Reading your words…”

   Chris felt a bizarre fuzziness grab hold of his brain. The world seemed to darken around him as she continued to write.

   “I can almost see you

   Christopher Quinn”

   Suddenly Chris felt very uneasy and quickly began rinsing off their conversation and scrub the words away. An unsettling chill surrounded him. It was weird. It was creepy. It was...sexy?

   Chris then proceeded to dunk his head under the sink and run cold water over him as well.

   They stopped talking after that.

   Chris got into writing. Finished high school and began making his living.

   Then the asylum.

   Then the Shadow.

   Then the Ministry.

   Chris went through so much hell. Of course it had its positives. There was Trilby and kicking demon ass. A good use of his psychotic tendencies. Making the world safe from the Shadow and keeping magic a secret. The people around the Ministry weren’t too bad. Yarrow was a bit...boring. But Jim was fun to mess with. And Claire was fun. There was always something to do, even if that something normally made Trilby roll his eyes.

   Then one day, well… It was bound to happen.

   Trilby was going to be out of action for a while. A mix up with a vampire left him incapable of going on assignments with Chris. But anyone who ever called Chris a “loose cannon” would recommend that he got someone to tag along in place of Trilby. Someone responsible and level-headed.

   Well who better than the absent-minded psychic he was pounding in the off hours?

   Yeah they were knocking boots. Nothing to get too attached over. It’s not like Chris got to know her life story or anything. Just letting off a bit of steam whenever they could hook up. All he knew was that she was very very much a psychic. Something he found interesting and she found best kept swept under the rug, much to his own disappointment.

   At first she seemed hesitant to go on a mission with him, but after some convincing, and a lot of unusual head shaking and slicing motions from Trilby behind her, she finally agreed.

   It was a simple mission. Done and over in a day. Of course it was the traveling that took the longest. It was on the farthest end of Ireland, naturally. It had some cultists and brainwashing and something to do with summoning a pagan deity. Claire was a natural and it was actually kind of fun getting to do work stuff with her.

   They were traveling back and Claire was already writing up their required report on a notepad. Chris couldn’t help but notice the way she gnawed on a pencil as she tried to focus. The way her fingers drummed through the air like she was at the computer back at HQ, if not fiddling with her large, round glasses. The way the air around her became still and focused as she accidentally projected her feelings about them. Chris could practically hear the gears grinding away in her brain as she tried to recall every needed detail.

   He chuckled to himself and it instantly snapped the tension in the air as her brain derailed.

   “What? What’s funny?” she asked, looking up.

   “Nothing. Just.. I dunno.” he shrugged. “You’re so focused.”

   “Well… I mean..” she shrugged as well. “It gets kinda hard to report faithfully.”

   “Eh those pricks in the higher-ups always find flaws in our reports. No matter what.” Chris rolled his eyes.

   “Hm. True.” Claire sighed. “But it’s not just them. You go looking through so many different minds, so many different vibes and lives it’s kinda easy to forget what’s happening in the real world. You know?”

   “Well.. No. I wouldn’t.” Chris glanced back at her.

   “Oh.. yeah, I guess you wouldn’t.”

   Chris chuckled again.

   “Hey by the way, you were pretty great back there.”

   “Hmm.. I wouldn’t say that.” Claire shrugged.

   “You kidding me? The way you fucked with that one-”

   “Ummm.” Claire interrupted and Chris noticed she looked horribly uncomfortable as she fidgeted with her glasses more. “If.. If it’s all the same Chris.. Can we not talk about...that?”

   “Oh.. Right. Sorry. Forget that makes you uneasy.”

   “Just…something drilled into me, I guess.”

   There was a moment of silence. Then Chris spoke up.

   “Hey um.. Can I...ask something?”

   “If you wanna know if I can predict the future, the answer is no.” Claire rolled her eyes.

   “Damn.” Chris clicked his tongue in disappointment. “....Did you always hate your powers?”

   “Mm..” Claire was quiet for a moment before she shrugged and looked out the window of the car. “What was there to like?”

   “Um, cause it’s fucking psychic powers.”

   “Yeah, exactly.” she sighed. “They always got me in trouble.. It.. Creeps a lot of people out.”

   “Come on. It couldn’t have always been that bad-”

   “No. It was.” Claire growled, her voice taking on a tone akin to earlier that day, but somehow lacking the same venom behind it. “It was always that bad. It was awful. You’ve no idea.”

   “...Well… Like what?”

   “....Like earlier.” Claire shrugged. “But.. By accident. I would...hurt them.. And scare them.”

   Chris frowned. Claire was normally so bubbly, happy, a bit forgetful, but chipper despite the depressing and horrific nightmare that their livelihood was. He hated seeing her this downtrodden. It was wrong. Like on a fundamental scale, this was just wrong.

   “...Did.. Something traumatic happen?” he asked. “Something that made you hate it so much?”

   Claire gave a dry chuckle before replying. “I wouldn’t say...traumatic but.. Well.. It did drive a wedge between me and some really important people.”

   “Was there a guy?”

   “....Yeah…”

   Chris felt something grip him. A sudden kind of deep-rooted anger. The kind akin to staring down a vampire or some other unholy abomination. Not counting Trilby, of course.

   “Who-”

   “Should get some gas. Before the ferry.”

   Chris sighed but found a station and pulled over. Clearly she didn’t wanna keep talking. While he was filling up, she went inside to use the bathroom.

   “Look over the report. Jot down anything I missed, got it?”

   “Yeah..”

    Chris felt crummy and stupid and angry. Claire was a great person! Why would anyone hate her for having psychic powers? Okay yeah so she kind of really mentally fucked with that one guy. And yeah okay so maybe she kinda caused another to have an aneurysm. Yeah sure that might’ve been a more common problem when she was a kid and yeah it might’ve been like Stephen King’s Fury, but so?

   And it’s not like Chris would’ve hurt this guy…. Much.

   He growled and kicked a tire before getting back in the car. He sighed and leaned against the wheel, waiting for Claire to return. That was when he noticed Claire’s notepad left laying on the space between their seats. Oh right.. Reporting.

   Chris sighed and grabbed it. He looked over the notes. Everything seemed in order. She left off at the part where cultists were about to start sacrificing the local children but she’ll likely finish jotting down the basic plot when they got back. Chris grabbed the ballpoint pen she had been using and was about to go back and fix her grammar when something caught his eye.

   A small doodle Claire had in the corner. It was a cat.

   Chris squinted and looked it over carefully. It looked familiar.

   Suddenly it dawned on him. He had seen this before.

   Chris’ mind started racing, putting all the pieces together. But.. But how could he prove it? And how could he prove it without worrying Claire?

   Chris then looked back at the pen in his hand and had a perfect idea.

   Meanwhile Claire was hiding in the bathroom. She knew this was a bad idea. She knew this was gonna be horrible! She knew this was gonna happen and she just had to keep playing with fire, didn’t she??

   “Stupid stupid stupid!” Claire banged her head on the wall. “Listen! To your! Intuition!!”

   Of course she knew who he was. Ever since the first day Trilby introduced him at the STP.

   Claire and Trilby were discussing the differences in using iodized salt compared to sea salt, though ultimately, they both knew pink Himalayan was best. But then Claire felt it. A familiar presence.

    She suddenly felt an oncoming wave of giddy excitement that made her almost tremble. And a familiar warmth that quickly wrapped around her like a towel fresh out of the dryer.

   “Claire? You okay?”

   “Think someone’s-”

   “Trilby! We gotta go do a thing with cake- Oh. Hey.” Chris had rounded the door to Trilby’s cubicle but stopped short seeing Claire.

   “Hey.” Claire waved.

   “First of all, never again. Secondly, I never introduced you two, have I? Chris, meet Claire. Claire-”

   But she already knew who he was. But a deep anxiety prevented her from saying anything. But after getting to meet him, within all of five minutes she forgot entirely, simply living in the moment. And then she forgot again when they agreed to meet up after work. And she kept forgetting to a point it would’ve felt awkward to start saying anything then and gosh dammit.

   ‘Claire, why do you do this to yourself??’ she sighed and stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Always have to make everything awkward and weird…youfreak Can’t just remember to freaking speak up and say what’s on your mind?’

   Claire only hoped Chris would drop the subject and they could return to their normal status quo. At least she got to see him. At least they got to talk face to face. It was better than what most people could hope for. After all, some people never find their soulmates.

  ‘But they write every day.’  her unhelpful thoughts reminded her as she returned to the car. ‘When was the last time we wrote to each other?’

   She opened the car door and-

   “I KNEW IT!!!”

    “Aah!”

   Claire stumbled back, tripped on her heels and fell backwards onto the pavement.

   “What the hell, Chris?!” Claire scolded as she picked herself up.

   “Take a look in the mirror!”

   She got up and looked at her reflection in the window. She gasped, seeing a rather crude doodle of a cat across her cheek. She looked through the window only to find Chris with a matching mark and a wide grin stretching from ear to ear.

   “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” he asked.

   Claire stammered, laughed, and ended up crying. Her heart was pounding, she felt scared and worried. Chris’ smile disappeared and he got out of the car and came around to her.

   “Hey.. Hey hey hey. Hang on now.” he came over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “What? What is it?”

   “I thought you’d hate me.” Claire managed to get out with a hiccup.

   “I know.. I’m sorry.. I didn’t hate you. I never did! I just.. You…”

   “Scared you.. Like.. I scare everyone.” she sniffled.

   “No! You didn’t scare me! I just.. I.. I dunno.” Chris shrugged. “I was a dumb teenager. I didn’t know what I was feeling.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry…”

   Claire simply shook her head. Chris ran a hand through his hair and thought for a moment.

   “...If it’ll make you feel better I could still kick my ass.”

  Claire laughed. She choked and then giggled some more and finally started wiping away her tears.

   “Please don’t.”

   Chris smiled and hugged her tight. She weakly hugged him back.

   “I’m sorry.”

   “I know..”

   After that, they began writing to each other more and more often. Little notes, here and there.

 “That was a lot of fun last night.”

 “There’s coffee in the breakroom.”

 “Fought a ghost. It was gross.”

 “Kissed one the other day.”

 “I’m stealing the last slice of cake. Don’t tell Trilby.”

   It was nice. It was fun. It was one thing that Claire would say was normal about their lives.

  “You wanna do something else after work tonight?”

 “I got a new cat figurine!”

 “Got to see the sunset while on the job. Reminded me of..”

 “Hey you’ve been quiet. You okay?”

 “Can I tell you something?”

   “I love you.”

[bewitchingwitch]

Constellations pt.3

Hey y’all this I my first fanfic and since I’ve been obsessed with Newt Scamander lately I decided to do a series about him depending on if this part gets good reviews

Word count: 2,298

Newt P.O.V

Newt stood outside of Theseus' office for a while, just leaning on the door, his hand pressed to his cheek where you had given him a kiss. The niffler looked at him with pure envy.

"What?" Newt teasingly mocked. "Upset that she kissed me this time instead of you." The niffler turned his back to Newt, crossing his stubby arms.

"Oh come on, you know I didn't mean it." Newt said picking up Niffler by the scruff of his neck and turning him to face the front. But the little guy sat with his head held high ignoring Newt and keeping his eyes squeezed shut to avoid looking at him.

"Come on you can't stay mad at mummy for ever." Newt tried persuading but the niffler didn't budge. "Fine be like that but you're going into time out." Newt said as he placed the niffler delicately in his side coat pocket, as the creature fought him. "No you know the punishment for disobeying mummy, you have to serve a time out for five minutes." He tucked the niffler away and placed his hand back on his cheek.

"Wow." He still couldn't believe that you had kissed him. It was nothing more then a peck that had lasted a mere seconds but to him it meant the world.

No matter what he tried he couldn't get you out of his mind. The way you laughed at every little thing, the way you seemed to always be observing like you had to take the world in at once, like the minute you looked away it would all be gone.

You had looked at him like at that. It was only for a second when he had first made eye contact with you. You had stared into his eyes, then your gaze would shift to try an intake all of his freckles. Then a small smile would creep to your lips like you were trying to engrave his appearance into your brain.

He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice the door opening behind him. Suddenly he was falling backwards and he tumbled, straight back into the doorway of Theseus' office. "Oof"

“What the-“ he landed hard onto the tips of his brother’s shinned shoes.

Newt opened his eyes to see you and Theseus standing over him.

"Newt! What are you still doing here!" Theseus said looking down at him with an agitated face. His brother rarely looked at him like that.

Meanwhile you looked down at him, holding back a laugh as you kneeled down to where he was. "Newt are you okay?"

Newt flushed a deep red, mentally hitting himself at embarrassing himself in front of you. He scrambled to get up but kept tripping over his lanky legs. He didn't manage to get up he only succeeded in hitting his head against the doorframe.

You let out a giggle and extended a hand to help him up. He took your hand keeping his gaze cast downward. You attempted to pull him up, but he was so lost in the fact that he was holding your hand he didn't attempted to try and get up.

You kept pulling him up but all of a sudden he pulled back and his strength over powered yours. You stumbled forward, Newt looked up at you in surprise. You couldn't stop yourself from falling forward on top of him.

You closed your eyes bracing for impact and your hand caught on his chest. You slowly opened you eyes to see that you were positioned between Newt's legs, your front knee brushing against his crotch every so slightly. He let out a small moan, but he quickly shut his mouth, praying that you didn't hear him.

Your hands were resting on his chest, and your faces were mere millimeters apart. Newt had his hand on your waist to steady you and his other hand was against the floor holding you both up. He stopped himself from leaning in but he could have sworn that he saw your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips.

You awkwardly shifted and bumped his crotch yet again and he bit his lip to suppress a moan. He quickly got up and extended a hand to you helping you to your feet. As you stood in front of him he noticed that he easily towered above you. If he wanted when he hugged you he could rest his chin on top of your head.

You looked at him a delicate smile perched upon you lips. You reached up to push his hair out of his eyes. "Beautiful eyes like that shouldn't be covered." You were still holding his hand and it seemed as though you were reluctant to let it go.

Newt looked past you to see Theseus leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed glaring at him. He quickly dropped your hand and you looked at him in surprise.

Theseus pushed himself off of the door frame and made his way to your side where he put an arm around your shoulders. You looked up at Theseus in surprise. His gesture making you cheeks dusk a light pink. "It's seems that we need to get going now. Ms. (Y/n) needs to have her wand inspected. Hope to see you soon baby brother." Theseus said as he led you down the long hallway.

"Hope I get to see you again soon Theseus." Newt mumbled as he fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve.

You turned to wave at him and he waved back smiling at you. You turned back around and engaged in conversation with his brother laughing at a comment he had just made.

Newt sighed as he picked up his case from the floor. As he made his way out of the Ministry he looked into his pocket getting ready to fish the niffler out of his pocket. But he saw that the creature had fallen asleep so Newt took his handkerchief out of his vest pocket and laid it over the creature like a blanket.

Once outside he apparated into a little apartment a little way from the Eiffel tower. He had traveled to Paris at the orders of Dumbledore to try and find Grindelwald. He was staying in an apartment with Queenie and Jacob who had come along to assist him. Tina was already in Paris but after finding out that she has met someone, a fellow auror, he found his feelings for her depleting.

Nonetheless he still remained good friends with the Goldstein family.

But news about Grindelwald's whereabouts had been scare lately, so Newt was laying low and scouting for creatures to write about in his novel. That was how he had stumbled across you. He was admiring a lovely tribe of bowtruckles nestling in a tree when Niffler had escaped and found you.

He plopped down on the floor fiddling with the locks on his case. The apartment was quite, both Queenie and Jacob were out exploring the pastries of Paris.

He popped open the case and placed the case on the floor. And attempted to step into it. But he found that the case did not extend into a staircase as usual.

He looked down confused and kneeled next to the case, confused. It wasn’t his case it was yours. The one you had been holding this morning. He must have switched cases with you when he was in Theseus office, in his rush to get out of the room, well in Theseus rush to get him out of the room.

Newt switched to sitting criss cross and against his better judgement he began to rifle through your papers. He gently picked up a stack of paper that was nothing but paper work. He placed it to the side.

Below that there were pictures. One had a picture of a women and a man swaying side to side dancing at a wedding. He assumed that they’re were probably your parents. The lady had your smile and the same soft curves of your face. While the man radiated kindness just as you always seemed you.

Behind the couple was a picture of a man in his early 30’s he was leaning against a car smiling and waving. In faded writing it said missing you. He was a handsome man in a three piece suit. Newt felt a surge of jealousy. He quickly tucked the picture behind the other and looked to see what else was in the case.

There were a handful of random doodles on corners of papers. He smiled pressing his fingers lightly to touch the drawings. You would make a wonderful illustrator.

“We’re home sweetheart!” Queenie announced as she apparated into the room, Jacob’s arm hooked through hers.

“Never quite get used to that.” Jacob confessed going a little green in the face. “ I think I’m gonna go sit down for a minute.” Jacob made his way to the dinning room table and sat down .

“Alrighty, I’ll make you some tea in a minute baby!” Queenie cooed before she made her way to stand right behind Newt, who was scrambling to shove all your stuff back in your case. “What ya got there Newton?”

“I don’t know, nothing! It’s nothing. Nothing.” He stumbled over his words as Queenie crouched beside him placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Well it doesn’t look like nothing.” She said reaching forward and pulling a paper off of the stack. Her eyes quickly scanned it before she handed it back to Newt.

“What are you doing with (y/n) bag.” Queenie asked as she stood up straight and went to walk to the kitchen. “She’s really a lovely girl and I don’t think she’d appreciate you looking through her bag.”

It took Newt a minute to comprehend what Queenie was saying. “Wait you know (y/n)”

“Of course I do.” She giggled as she grabbed supplies from the cupboards to make tea.

“Who’s (y/n),” Jacob asked sitting up straight suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Oh she’s simply marvelous!” Queenie gushed. “ I met her about a week ago at a little cafe. She drew the most ravishingly picture of me! Wanna see?” Queenie asked.

Newt made his way to the table where Queenie had set a piece of paper down. It a very detailed yet stylized drawing of Queenie. You had captured her smile perfectly and her hair flowed flawlessly. You were truly an amazing artist.

“She doesn’t live too far from here actually.” Newt perked up at this. “I invited her to go dancing with me and Jacob this Saturday.” She smiled to herself. The gears in her mind turning as Newts thoughts invaded her brain. “I was planning on inviting you too honey, but I figured you’d probably turn us down like always.”

“Actually Queenie, I was hoping that I could come. You know just to spend time with you guys.” Newt said turning away from the group and settling back into the floor, to put all of your stuff back into your case.

“Mhmm alright honey, if that’s the excuse you want to use we’ll be polite and pretend to believe you.” Queenie smiled as she poured a cup of tea for Jacob.

“Queenie please stop reading my mind.” Newt said his face going red.

She giggled. “I’m sorry I can’t stop myself. The way you think about her is so cute and innocent. Well except for that one incident where you have some more scandalous thoughts. Like when her knee-“

“Queenie!” Newt said slightly raising his voice before lowering it to a whisper. “Please stop talking.”

“Mhm well if you insist.”

Newt sealed up your case and sat it upright. He then joined Queenie and Jacob at the table taking off his coat and laying it on the back of his chair. Queenie had had him and herself a cup of tea. He thanked her before sipping it.

“Now here’s s a thought.” She mused as she stirred her spoon in her tea.

“What is it sweetie.” Jacob replied placing his teacup down.

“Well if you have (y/n) bag, doesn’t that mean that she had yours” Queenie asked looking up at Newt.

He nearly spat out his tea. “My creatures! If she opens the case they will all get loose!” Newt shrugged his coat back on and went to grab your case.

“We’ll come with you.” Queenie chimed as she pulled Jacob to his feet and hooked all their arms together.

“But I don’t even know if she’s still at the Ministry it’s already going to be 7.” Newt said exasperated.

Just as Newt spoke a sliverly light infiltrated the room. The trio turned to look at it and noticed it was a patronous. It took the form of a (y/p) and settled in front of them.

“How did she know where I was staying?” Newt said as he made his way closer to the Patronous.

“Maybe Theseus told her? I mean we’re wizards Honey, and you’re wanted by a lot of people it shouldn’t be too hard to find you.” Queenie smiled. Newt gave her a look

The patronous emitted a noise they recognized to be your voice. “Hello, I hope this is Newt because it seems that I’ve found myself in possession of your case.” You let out a nervous laugh. “And I opened it thinking it was my case case and a couple creatures got out. But they are contained within my apartment.”

They all exchanged nervous looks, before apparating to go to where you were at, Queenie said she knew where your apartment was. And as they were traveling Newt couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to be getting to see you for a third time this day.

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[bruciewayne]

tell me about the stars [18/20]

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[ao3]

Tuesday, 1st January

“Mff, grrrm, ge’m’c’f’e’,” Steve mumbled into Bucky’s lap.

“Good morning to you too, Stevie,” Bucky laughed, twisting around to put his phone on his bedside table, bending down to kissing him on top of his forehead when he turned back, like he’d been doing it for years. Steve huffed out of his nose and mumbled some more nonsense, without opening his eyes, until Bucky shut him up with a kiss, despite the awkward angle, finally opening his eyes when he pulled away, smiling blearily at him.

“There he is,” Bucky said, with a grin, kissing him on the nose, grinning wider when he wrinkled his nose at him. Bucky made to get up, shifting his legs, but Steve's hands flew up to his hips, attempting to keep him there, “No.”

“Stevie, I need to get up,” Bucky said, laughing, running his hands through Steve's hair and running them down his back. Steve just hummed discontentedly at him, turning his face back into his thighs “No.”

“We’re going back today, you're driving six hours, get up,” Bucky said, lightly tapping him with his hands and stroking his hair. Steve made a sound that Bucky was pretty sure was a purr, a passive aggressive purr, definitely sure.

Steve tipped his head up, squinting up at Bucky, “Can we stay in bed if I give you a blowjob?” Bucky choked, coughing, hands stilling on his body, “Steve! No, we gotta leave soon ‘cause of the rental,” he said, valiantly trying to fight off images of Steve’s pretty pink lips wrap- shut up, babbabbababalallalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaa.

Steve harrumphed for another few minutes, mumbling more nonsense into Bucky’s thighs, as he ran his hands through his hair, eventually getting up and straddling Bucky, slumping against him and kissing his neck, hands wandering down to to his waist, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, drawing small circles on his skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Bucky-” Winnie came into the room and Bucky jumped, yelling, “We weren’t doing anything!” pushing Steve off him so he landed with an ‘oof’ on his back. “Sorry, Stevie,” he said, sheepishly, offering him a hand. “You so sure you’re out yet? I swear Danny did the same thing back in high school,” Steve grumbled as he grabbed Bucky’s hand, letting himself be pulled up, slightly mollified when Bucky kissed his cheek in apology.

Winnie, brought back to my god, almost a decade ago, when Bucky was caught with a guy for the first time, let them be in their bubble for a moment longer, before reminding them to get ready, she had pancakes.

“Now, are two sure you have everything?” Winnie asked, by the window of the car. “Yes mom,” Bucky chorused, fiddling with his phone, setting up google maps. She made an unhappy noise, “Ok, ok, you should visit more, James,” Bucky winced at the name, he felt slightly guilty leaving home, the same as he did when he ‘officially’ moved out, being the youngest of the family, “I will, mom,” he said, hopefully reassuringly, he did want to, he knew that he probably didn’t visit enough.

“You say the exact same thing everytime,” Winnie said, shaking her head, “anyway,” she continued, patting his arm, “you best be going.”

They drove off to shouted goodbyes and warnings of ‘stay safe’.

Yeah, he was gonna miss them.

“You made another playlist?” Bucky asked, after Steve plugged in his phone to the car’s aux, Steve hummed in agreement, tapping a few more things on his phone, until a loud riff Bucky didn’t recognise blared from the speakers. Bucky gave Steve a questioning look before pulling onto the highway, “Eh, I was feeling 70s rock, there might be some 80s stuff in there,” he answered with a shrug, shifting around to put his feet on the dash and pulled out his sketchbook, to work on the sketch of Bucky from just over a week ago.

Jesus, a lot had changed.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve started, after one and a half Led Zeppelin tracks, “you ever think, this,” he waved a hand around, almost poking his own eye out with his pencil, “this, is too easy-” “Driving?” Steve huffed, “No, like, us, like, we’ve been together for years, not barely a week,” Bucky swallowed, focussing on the road, “Steve,” he said quietly, “I’ve loved you for a year already, hell, I wanted to lick all of you from the minute we met,” he confessed, glancing over at Steve quickly, trying to gauge his reaction from a split-second look.

“Fuck!” Steve slid further down in his seat, frowning. “Baby you ok? You want me to pull over?” Bucky asked, concerned, looking ahead for a hard shoulder. Steve struggled (mostly) back up right, and sighed, “Nah, it’s just, I’ve liked you for that long as well. And the entire year we coulda been us y’know.”

“Yeah, Jesus we’re idiots,” Bucky laughed, fighting down the regret, that they could have had this for months, not days, that what if Steve, just, runs out of love for him, that he only has a certain amount and he couldn’t experience it, or what if he gets ill, or dies and all they had was a week, all because what, becaus-

“Buck, I can hear you thinking,” Steve snapped him out of his thoughts, laying his hand over his on the gear stick, tracing over the joint of his thumb with the tip of his, “you can say what if all day long but it won’t change the past.”

Bucky sighed, “Yeah, I know. When did you get so wise all of a sudden,” crisis (mostly) averted. Steve grinned at him, “I guess your nonagenarian-ness is rubbing off on me.” “Oh c’mon! That was years ago, Stevie,” “Hey! Focus on the road, I know that back in your day-” “Shut up,” Steve grinned again, knowing exactly where this was going, “Make me.”

“Stevie,” Bucky said, as sternly as he could, channelling his inner high school principal. “Bucky,” Steve said, mimicking him. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

For the love of God!

They stopped in a diner, not the same one as last time, but similar, but this time, when they walked in, they were holding hands, not for some fabricated ‘practice’, but for real. It was nice.

Steve said so to Bucky when they walked in, swinging their clasped hands slightly, Bucky just smiled at him and swung his arm around Steve's shoulders, ruffling his hair with his other hand and kissing him on the forehead, “Yeah, it is,” he said, fondly, chuckling when Steve scowled at him for messing up his hair.

“You want anything?” Steve asked, getting out of the car to go into the convenience, while Bucky was topping up the petrol, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket to double check he had everything he needed. “Uh, get me some M&Ms, crispy. And a diet coke,” Bucky said, pulling off the tank cap, turning back to Steve and kissing him soundly on the lips, easy and domestic, in the middle of petrol station. Steve hummed lightly in response, walking away and into the store.

He had everything, balancing two cans and a couple bags of sweets and crisps, when he walked past the cosmetics isle, a bright flash of blue caught his eye, huh.

“I’m gonna sleep for seventy years,” Steve said, dramatically, flopping on the couch, throwing his arms over his eyes and crossing his legs at his angles. He felt Bucky lift his legs up and deposit them onto his lap, rubbing his ankles. “Yeah,” he sighed, “me too,” he glanced, slightly nervously, at Steve, “can we, you don't have to if you don't want to, obviously, and really, ‘cos we’re not sharing a room anymore, there’s no reason to, but can we sleep together, like, in the same bed.”

Steve shot up, swinging his arms around Bucky’s neck to keep himself upright, he kissed him, softly, “Yeah, I wanna.”

Bucky smiled at him, kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth, “Good.”