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full-moon-rising · 15 days ago

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Chapter 15: Analysis

Summary:

The gang goes back to examining the video of Ladybug's calling on the Lucky Charm. There's a quick flash of a clue, and Adrien has an Ah-Ha moment.

Fifteen: Analysis

I turned to see Nino and Alya come downstairs. “Hi guys. I had a great nap, how about you?”

Nino laughed. “Dude, we didn’t nap.” Alya slapped him on the shoulder and stared daggers at him.

Sabine came in carrying a tray of pastries, cheese, and tea. As she passed Alya she smiled. “Taking precautions?”

Alya turned red and whispered back to Sabine. “Yes, Mam. Though I may need a gag for next time.”

I still have my Cat hearing. “What’s a gag for?”

“Let it go, Sunshine. Ask Nathalie next time you see her.” Alya grinned.

As Sabine walked by me, she touched my arm, getting my attention. “I’ll explain it later, dear.”

Alya laughed. “I would pay to see that, Sabine.”

“Drop it, dude. I’ll tell you later.”

You know how in cartoons, you see a lightbulb flash on above someone’s head when they get an idea, or suddenly understand something? The lightbulb flashed on.

Alya turned to look at me and her laughter doubled. “No need guys. Our blushing boy gets it.”

I turned and took a napkin, loading it with a croissant, and some cheese, and grabbed a tea. Then I sat down and kept my eyes on my food. That’s when Plagg flew in, grabbed a piece of cheese, and settled down on my shoulder to eat.

“Whoa. Plagg, good to see you, Kwami dude”

“Hey, kid.” Plagg was looking at me, so I turned and nodded to him. “Did you tell these two that you were keeping the Miraculous Box in Marinette’s room?”

“Ack.” Alya choked on her tea and turned to look at me. “Please tell me he’s kidding!”

“Nope. I put it up by her bed in one of her sewing boxes.”

Alya went silent and the red in her face drifted down behind her blouse. I have got to give Plagg extra camembert tonight.

Sabine came in with a platter of cut vegetables and fruit. “Adrien, you shouldn’t tease Alya like that. Alya, the Miracle Box is not by the bed.”

Alya looked at Plagg and me. “Ha ha, very funny.”

Sabine sat down and began making a plate for herself. Without looking up she smiled. “It’s on her desk under the bed.”

It wasn’t like any of us forgot why we were there, or what we had watched a few hours ago. But it helped to bring a little normality into the room. It helped remind us that we were better now than we were a year ago. We needed that.

Nino raised his hand, getting our attention. “Does anyone else wonder what that Lucky Charm crystal was?”

“I’m not sure, but I think Ladybug knew what it was.” I took a bite of my croissant and chewed quietly for a moment.

“I don’t think L.B. would have done what she did if she didn’t know, Adrien.” Alya’s words were softly spoken. They were probably true, but they were spoken with hope.

A sharp voice broke in. “Marinette.”

I looked at Sabine with mild confusion. “What?”

“Marinette. That’s her name. Why aren’t you using it?”

“Sabine.” I turned to her and smiled. “We never used our real names in costume. Too much of a chance we might use it where the wrong people might hear. And truthfully, we all were of two minds when it came to being ourselves, or our hero self. Marinette was Marinette. Ladybug was Ladybug, and for her, they seemed like two very different people. She kept them separate more than the rest of us. It helps us keep things straight when we talk about these things.”

“There’s another aspect to it as well,” Nino said. “Marinette was our friend. Ladybug was our leader.”

“Oh.” Sabine seemed a little surprised by that last comment. She thought about it for a bit and then nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”

I turned to Plagg, just as Wayzz joined us. “Hello, Adrien.” The turtle Kwami settled over by Nino, and Trixx buzzed in behind him joining Alya.

“Have any of the three of you seen anything like this crystal before?” I had hopes that the answer would be yes, but…

“I’ve been with Tikki a long time, kid.” Plagg didn’t sound hopeful at all. “This is a new one for me.”

“Adrien,” Wayzz had been with Master Fu for around one hundred and seventy years. “There is no record that I know of that comes close to matching this. Tikki and Ladybug have created a ghost, and that has never been done.”

Sabine cleared her voice. “Adrien, there have been drawings and things being knocked over, but has anyone besides you seen or heard Marinette?”

“Only once that I know of. That was when these two were with me at the school and saw her enter the bakery.”

“So, she can draw pictures and affect objects, but to be seen, you have to be the one that sees her. Adrien, you are the focal point, the center of everything that is happening.”

“Dude, she’s right. You are the only one who has spoken to her. You’ve seen her, and she seems to be able to connect to you. But what does all of that have to do with the damn crystal?”

“We need to see that footage again.” Alya’s voice cut into the conversation with a sense of urgency. She turned to the table and started shuffling through the USB drives. “Where is it.” She was getting a little hyper until she picked one out of the pile. “Got it. Sabine, I hate to make you look at this again, but we need to look for clues.” She pushed the USB into the computer and sent the video to the T.V. We watched as she scrubbed through the video. She reached the moment just before Ladybug called for the Lucky Charm and hit play.

Playback: Ladybug threw her yoyo into the air and called out “Lucky Charm.” There was a flash of red, and a crystal dropped into Ladybug’s hand.

Alya stopped the video. “How big is that?”

I held up my hand and imagined that Marinette’s hand was in mine. Then I looked up at the screen and looked at the crystal in her hand. Then back down at my hand, seeing her hand holding the crystal. “About 10 centimeters.” Sabine wrote it down.

Playback: Ladybug looked at the crystal, then started looking around her, and when she got to Hawk Moth, she stopped.

Alya stopped the video and stepped it back a few frames. “Look at her face.” We all focused on her expression. We didn’t notice it before because it was so fleeting. It almost flashed across her face. It was a look of shock, and no sooner than it appeared, it disappeared.

“She knew. That’s when she knew what she had to do.” Sabine’s whisper was full of pain. “Why did she hide it?”

I leaned back on the couch and combed my fingers through my hair. “Because she knew that if I had seen her expression and realized what she was going to do, I would have grabbed that damn thing from her hand and done it myself.” Sabine looked at me in shock. “That was my job, Sabine. Not hers. She has always been too important to risk losing her in battle. If I died, she could bring me back. She has. Many times. But I can’t bring her back. I can’t fix the damage. She couldn’t let me know what she was going to do.” I don’t think it will matter how many times I see this footage; it will always constrict my breathing.

Playback: Ladybug looked down at the crystal and she bit her bottom lip. Then she looked up at Chat Noir and her eyes got big. Again, for only a second. She put her hand on his chest. The hand holding the Luck Charm. She went up on her toes and kissed Chat. She said, “I love you.” Then she stepped back and smiled at him.

“Hey, Fox.” Plagg flew to Alya. “Run it back. While you humans are caught up in the sad kissing moment, you’re missing the important thing.”

Alya stepped the video back to just before the kiss and then stepped it forward a few frames at a time.

“Watch her hand.”

Frame by frame clicked by and then Alya stopped. “Oh. My. God.” She turned to look at the rest of us. “You guys see it, right?” Just under Ladybug's hand, the crystal glowed. It was faint but it was real. Not an artifact of the recording, but an honest-to-goodness glow.

“No wonder you could see her.” Sabine turned to look at me. “She used her love for Chat to connect the crystal to him. To you.”

“She knew who I was. She knew I was Chat. She saw it when she looked up at me.”

“Adrien, you’re focusing on the wrong thing.” Plagg paused. “Okay, not the wrong thing, but not the really right things. She created a conduit using the crystal between you and her.”

Nino piped up. “A what?”

Wayzz spoke up. “A conduit. A connection with her on one end and Adrien on the other. That’s why he can see and hear her.”

“I could feel her too.” The room went silent, and I looked around. I was the focus of everyone’s attention. “What?”

“When did that happen? And when were you planning on telling us?” Plagg was hovering just in front of my nose.

“The other day. She was sitting beside me, and I didn’t realize I was talking to her, and she kissed me.”

Sabine scooted forward on her seat. “How do you know you didn’t just imagine it?”

“Her lipstick was on my cheek.”

“OH. MY. GOD. Adrien, what else are you not telling us?” Alya practically yelled at me.

“She can affect objects and, apparently, kiss her boyfriend from wherever she is.” Nino shook his head and grabbed a pastry. “What if the next time you find her, you take her hands and pull her back into this world?”

“I don’t know if that would work. I mean, I’ve never tried it. I was talking to a ghost.”

Plagg zipped to the tray and grabbed a piece of cheese. “Well, less talking and more holding, next time.”

That’s it. “That’s it.” All eyes were on me. “I think I know what we have to do.” I stood up and headed for the door. “I’ll be back soon. I hope. Plagg! Come with me.” And I dashed out the door.

End: Chapter 15

Next: Marching Orders

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous au #miraculous: memorial

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mazziegoldobm · 4 months ago

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More detailed introduction to: Maz

Her colour would be yellow or pink but I can’t get yellow on mobile and I use pink for seren so she gets orange

Maz is my main MC, drself, and by extension oc for obey me :) I’m going to refer to Maz in first person, since she’s me in another reality, sorry for any confusion!

here’s a little fact file:

FULL NAME: Mazzie-Gold Rees (I claim Gold is my middle name, but I have a hyphenated first name because my parents felt quirky. I hate it.)

COMMONLY USED NICKNAMES: Maz (What I introduce myself as), Mazzie (Technically a nickname because the gold is gone, but everyone thinks it’s just my real name. Har har), my roommate from the human world has half a million nicknames to mock my name, the most common ones being Magazine, Maztronaut, Mazturbate and Rees’ puffs.

AGE: 19 (Im gonna turn 20 two months into my dr once I shift though so I’ll usually refer to myself as 20)

GENDER: Female, I use she/her pronouns mostly but I don’t care if someone uses he or they on me

BIRTHDAY: 13/06/2004

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENFP-T (I retook the test thinking I’d get a different result to normal. Nope. Still ENFP-T, just less extroverted and more everything else LMAO)

HEIGHT: 153cm / 5’02ft (I round it up to 5’2ft because… I can! It’s only 1.8 inches away!)

RACE: White, human (but a human with wings… erm!) (I’m not related to Lilith though, I found a way to script that out but keep the small angelic power)

ETHNICITY: Welsh (I will scrap anyone who says English and avoid saying British unless someone doesn’t know where wales is)

SEXUALITY: Bisexual, aromantic (aromantic is a spectrum! I’m not entirely against or disgusted by the thought of a relationship, I just don’t develop feelings easily at all and struggle in believing love is real so I don’t trust serious relationships. I’ve been in relationships before, I just never really cared for them until mams), possibly asexual (I didn’t change anything about this section from my CR so if this doesn’t make sense I apologise, I’m still figuring myself out)

S/O: Mammon <33

In my DR, I have a loving but distant family. They care for my, but due to an argument I had with them when I was 16, we don’t talk much. They check up on me, but know that I prefer to just do my own thing and trust me to tell them if something is wrong.

My roommate did the application form to RAD for me without telling me cause she thought it was a joke (Daisy, girl, bfr) and I signed the confirmation letter because I didn’t realise it. When I proofed out of existence, my roommate assumed I had either gone on some sudden spiritual journey or something crazy or that the letter was real, because she’s a skeptic and trusts me. So my parents, who quite like her, would ask her rather than me if I was ok when I couldn’t talk to them when I was in the devildom. She vouches for me and says I’m ok and my family just trusts her🤷‍♀️

I have 2 siblings, an older brother (five years older) who I don’t talk to often but get along with and an older sister (three years older) who I was super close with as a kid but she moved out when I was 13 and we haven’t spoken since.

I can’t think of anything else but feel free to send asks!!

#obey me #obey me shifting #obey me oc #obey me solmare #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #shifting antis dni #reality shifting

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scribbledquillz · 1 year ago

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*screeches in late* for the triangle questions:

Revka: of your greatest shames, which would you never voice aloud to either Ceral or Zevran?

Ceral: what is something you resent or dislike about your parents? (Again, something you wouldn't admit to Revka)

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

*screeching in equally as late with some angst* Bless you, Mo for making this possible 🙏 (answers given around the time of origins rather than inquisition like the others - Ceral is about 12 here)

REVKA

Discomfort Rating: 10 out of 10

If she could stay silent, she would. But the words come unbidden, dragged up and free from her throat as though by line and hook with all the raw agony such things promise.

"Should have been me," she says, eyes gone distant. Hollow. "Should have been me who died. Mam, Da... Wouldn't have gone to such shit if they'd still been 'round."

And with that she stands, a black cloud storming toward the nearest door. The conversation is over, and anyone with decent sense would know it best to let lie.

CERAL

Discomfort Rating: 8 out of 10

"I don't know." The young boy rubs a hand awkwardly at the nape of his neck. The way his eyes cast about the room to anything other than the asker's face makes his disquiet at the subject clear. "It's hard to dislike someone you don't really remember. And what I do... It gets blended together all wishy washy like. What was Mam and Da and what was Rev, you know?"

"I guess there's the letter, though. I, um. Found it in the house one day when Rev was out. Stuffed in a little nook near Rev's - theirs' at the time, I 'spose - bed. It was made out to Da, but I can't think he'd have hidden it from Mam. It was from the man he worked for. Messere Campisano, or something. He. He'd offered to take us from Denerim. All of us, not just Da. He had a home in Antiva, a manor with work for him and Mam and even Rev if she wanted it."

"We could've left. We could've gone somewhere else, but I poked 'round a little more with Rev - didn't let on just why - and she didn't know anything 'bout some letters or Antiva. Why'd they stay there? If we could all go, why didn't we leave for this other place? Maybe... Maybe if we had, things would be different. Better."

#dragon age #dragon age origins #revka tabris #ceral tabris #my ocs #oc meta #ask meme #oc meme #apologies for any sloppiness - i did these in the half hour of quiet i had during kiddo's swim lesson lol

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radama-zard · 2 years ago

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 19 - Indifference

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FCG & Marwa

It was really Marwa’s indifference that intrigued them. Not much seemed to rattle or phase her. Not even a talking metal person wheeling on in. To her they were just another customer, same as anyone else. And in Jrusar that was a gosh darned rarity.

Heck, it was a rarity in general!

Perhaps that was why Fresh Cut Grass had volunteered to do the shopping today. (with a pouch full of everyone's gold this time, they’d finally learned their lesson about going shopping empty handed)

It would be nice to see her again. To just be seen like everyone else. To have a, well, normal interaction with someone.

It was with that thought in mind that they wheeled into Marwa’s Treasure Trove, pleased to see it was just Marwa herself in there. Not that he wished for her business to be doing poorly, far from it! But it was nice to be free from all the weird looks.

Instead they got the usual greeting, which was, well, none. Once again she seemed wrapped up in something else entirely, tinkering with… something with a lot of cogs. Something about it reminded Fresh Cut Grass of the large numbered tower in Whitestone.

“Smiley Day, Marwa!”

Marwa herself paused, ever so slowly lowering her tools and pushing her soot stained goggles up her face.

“You're one from that group, right? Hells something…”

“Bells Hells!”

“Right. You here to buy something?”

“You know I am, mam!”

“Uck. No mam. Makes me feel gross.”

“Duly noted. Sorry about that…”

“It's fine. What do you want? Potions again? Some fancy magic shit? I got new stuff in if you wanna see.”

“Potions, definitely! I would love to see anything new you have as well. We’ve really been loving the hole we got from you, it's been wonderfully useful!”

At that Marwa looked almost… amused maybe? Happy? It was some kind of positive emotion. Oh! Pleased! She looked pleased! Which left Fresh Cut Grass feeling pretty pleased themself.

“New shit coming right up then. Just let me…”

Marwa jumped up, disappearing into the depths of the ship. They took this moment to look around. It was cluttered as ever, and full of more than a few items that needed to really be disposed of. A moldy carpet wasn't good for one to keep around!

Perhaps she just needed a little help.

Help they were more than happy to offer. After all, Bells Hells owed at least some of their victories and lives to their purchases from her.

“Okay! Found it!”

With a crash and a bang Marwa was back, holding a large, open wooden crate. She swept some things carelessly from the counter and dropped it there with a audible thunk.

“Got five potions. Two greater potions. One superior potion. Guessing you'll want them all?”

Fresh Cut Grass nodded.

“Thought so. Okay, so, got this cube. Guy told me it’s got an enchantment on it. Say the activation word and it'll set up a safety perimeter. If anyone crosses into it the cube will light up and screech. Also got a set of gloves. Person who sold them to me said they're ‘real magic, special’. Didn't specify. Can you do that thing you did last time?”

“Identity?”

“Yeah. Give you a discount if you do.”

“Well, sure! Let me just…”

They reached forward, casting the spell.

“Gloves of Burning. They make your punches real firey! And make you less burnable. That's pretty helpful!”

“So are you. Thanks. So, you want them?”

“I think the cube would be good for us. Safety is real important to us. I don't know about the gloves, none of us fight with our hands. Well, I fight with my attachments sometimes, but you can't put gloves on a buzzsaw.”

“Damn.”

“I’ll let any brawlers I come across know though! You deserve good business!”

“You trying to butter me up?”

“No! You just- You're nice, you sell your wares fairly, you don't treat me weirdly. I want to see you do well!”

Marwa squinted at them, leaning forward as though to inspect his genuineness. When she seemed to find no fault so pulled back, a slight smile to her.

“You're alright. What was your name again?”

“Fresh Cut Grass! My friends call me FCG or Letters though.”

“Fresh Cut Grass. Got it. You're alright. That'll be…” she quickly jotted down a few numbers, confirming the amount. Swiftly the purchases were made, all placed carefully in a little burlap sack.

“Thank you! For the stuff and the conversation!”

“You too, for the money and… your company. Feel free to come around even when you don't wanna buy stuff.”

“Does that make us friends?”

“Guess so.”

From indifference to friendship.

Wow.

What difference one afternoon could make.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #marwa #marwa endalia #FCG & Marwa #I am likely the only person who cares about these two interacting #but hey fanfic is for self indulgence #*shrug*#day 19 - indifference #Dungeons & Drabbles 2022

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gayspock · 6 months ago

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i cantkeep watching this

ep 3. i did not have much to say. except yes i preferred seeing more of jules but i feel like a lot of the same problems are persisting

this drug thing is also so so fucking stupid and such a weird fucking exchange. how would that ever help. i mean of course it will help cuz of bullshit tv show reasons. but like from lucys perspective why rhe fuck would a 15 year old you offering you drugs to trip together make any sernse. like if youve exhausted all other options maybe but christ thats so weird. is anyone else thinking thats weird.

like i feel like the character of lucy in general is just letting me down in how theyre handling her. i dont know. its so nothing burger. i feel like im going nuts

again its just... i feel like everything is just lacking from what ive seen from these writers before. SORRY. again im not trying to gas original ob up but this it just feels so.... theres something nearly clinical in the storytelling. i feel like im being taken from plot beat to plot beat rather than have characters find themselves in situations and investigate etc. i feel like its like. its so superficial.

and its like its not that its bad. its all been ... Fine so far butthats it. fine. its painfully mediocre

jules, again, feels like the only one with any depth in this show. her and charlie actually. i like charlie. i feel like the rest of them i dont know. kira is still so offputting to me. and again my issues with lucy

also i know she just had water but who the fuck can purge that easily. SORRY

also ep 4 now

wes is like kinda adorable in his own little way. i mean hes a kid actor so he does sometimes feel a bit stilted but i think hes sweetie pie. i like him too.

and again god i dont know okay LOOK so there were lots of 1 dimensional antagonistic characters in original orphan black. plenty. and they still worked. i kinda lliked them when they were necessary. but with others... im sat here watchingjules' mam and i dont know im just like itchinggggggg i feel like again im comparing it to all the other monitor relationships back in original ob how TENSE they felt i feel like even though i like jules im still like ummm idk. CUZ

LIKE AT THE END OF THE DAY ITS THE SAME THIGNG, RIGHT? like i feel like if they just built it up... more... rather than trying to jump in so fucking hard and trying to keep pushing things along. i dont know. is it just me. I FEEL LIKE SO MUCH TV FEELS LIKE THIS NOWADAYS. AM I JUST LIKE. CRAZY.

similarly like shit man it felt the same with dw like why cant people just fucking take it slow and allow for more organic fucking conversatrions and situations in between things its IMPORTANT. YES. IT HELPS YOU FUCKING BUILD THE CHARACTERS UP. GOD. SORRY.

GOD ALSO THIS THEME TUNE IS SO SO FUCKING BAD ALSO

JULES?

JULES YOU NEEDTO GETOFFLINE

im sorry i still kedep thinking about how idgaf about lucy

ep 3. i did not have much to say. except yes i preferred seeing more of jules but i feel like a lot of the same problems are persisting

like i feel like the character of lucy in general is just letting me down in how theyre handling her. i dont know. its so nothing burger. i feel like im going nuts

and its like its not that its bad. its all been ... Fine so far butthats it. fine. its painfully mediocre

also i know she just had water but who the fuck can purge that easily. SORRY

also ep 4 now

wes is like kinda adorable in his own little way. i mean hes a kid actor so he does sometimes feel a bit stilted but i think hes sweetie pie. i like him too.

GOD ALSO THIS THEME TUNE IS SO SO FUCKING BAD ALSO

JULES?

JULES YOU NEEDTO GETOFFLINE

im sorry i still kedep thinking about how idgaf about lucy

my other points: im really confused cuz at the end of ob (and i will add i did not listen to the other spin off content) didnt all of the clones... go public? im like shocked theres no... mention of that whatsoever??? but i have to fucking assume it was like a huge moment in scientific history. and so like even if lucy has 0 memory.... if she even did the tiniest bit of research into human cloning... would she not stumble upon all of that? would that not be anything she'd look into? would everyone be so shocked and think "theres no way youre a clone" cuz like. yes i agree if it had been banned or if it was something people questioned then sure thered be surprise but people act like thats not... something that could ever happen in terms of what is scientifically possible.

cuz like especially if kira is involved like. kira herself is surely like a fucking insane fucking phenomenom being, like, the only child of any of those clones. and like herALSO being tied to... the fucking HUMAN ORGAN CLONING COMPANY? would lucy seriously not be able to find any of that out herself in 2, 3 years if its something that presumably would come up in like a night of fucking googling?

the sorority thing was also such forced humour LOL. sorry. again not to compare it to ob- but like... i feel like if that was in the original show, there'd be a whole messy mix-up to trying to get them to sneak in and they'd tie the humour in with the weird, strained tension. kinda like all the cloneswap shenanigans or all the times they sneaked into somewhere. and there sorority girls wouldnt be flat airheads

ep 4 i shant lie i might stop after this one cuz im like. i just dont havethat much faith. its good popcorn tv whilst i play dumn games but like . please.

SHE WAS BABY BUTCH?

so okay i did hold in cuiz i got a hint of this and idk. ok im giving it a chanceto prove it to me but i still do not think theres any way... KIRA would. im sorry. i dont care about their love story. theres not really one you could show me in, like, an episode that would have me buy into it. maybe if it was anyone else, fine, but... ugh. i feel like its so.... like its so CHEAP RIGHT? SORRY? FRIDGED WIFE? like idk

i think its also like... again its Echoes cuz it really feels like an echo of orphan black. its a spiritual successor in that its trying to take some of the same concepts but its all watered down and its not really doing anything new or exciting for itself. sorry. its like a well produced show and i guess someone out there would love this. not the type of person whose taste i identify with but LOL

cuz im sat here thinking like... of everything orphan black, the original, was trying to Say about cloning and the way the clones were owned, and about ownership of their bodies. and dont get me wrong you can argue it came from good intentions and Love but... it just does not thematically fit for this to be the big reveal. it feels more like trying to force some tragic twist which really doesnt make sense

cuz again. maybe if it was ANYONE else. ANYONE. who went way too far and played god. but KIRA? after SEEING EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED? i know she was a kid but like... you have the VERY REAL TRAUMA and know that your mother and your aunts were all basically owned, that they got sick due to complications, that their existence was like. a political pawn for different fucked up corporations. that your own life was hell becuz of it. like you know its possible, yes, but YOU MORE THAN ANYONE KNOW THE HORRIBLE SHIT IT BRINGS DOWN.

and again the whole She Did iit for Love. She tried to remake her Dead Wife and played with God. and with anyone else it would work in a sense but its still such an old and tired... ugh. and i feel like again, this kinda is just... sucvh a step down from what original ob was trying to say

and its like OHHHH DONT COMPARE THEM- but i stand by what i said!!! if it insists on calling itself ob, and if it doesnt seem... capable of doing much for itself new or exciting then.... literally what else. what else are you gonna do bro.

... and ok i said yaaay baby butch. but ok the actress is kinda doing my head in and usually idgaf. i think that might be with partly intentional. but also christ help me

ok um im at the end (ish) and

yep sorry

i dont buy or gaf about any of it LOLLLLLLLLLLLL

going against everything you should know and then just letting her run away is so fucking funnyyyy kira youre insane

also i dont buy this scienc e at all. im sorry. like obvs in the first show it was fucking bonkers a lot of the time too im not saying it was accurate but i just do not think you can like do that first time with a fucking person. sorry.

AWWWWW DONT MAKE IT GET GOOD WITH THE LAST BIT AND ONLY THE LAST BIT COME ON

anyways

my verdict is mid

#egg.txt #orphan black liveblog

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kingfishered · 1 year ago

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If Simon ever were to tell Johnny how much he enjoyed being picked up, how he wanted to be thrown around, you bet Johnny would be training every day to be able to do that for him. It would bring him no greater joy: to pick Simon up and throw him down onto a bed, manhandle the larger man like that.

And, of course, he’d let Simon do the very same to him any day. Throw him around like a rag doll, perhaps use those big arms of his to pin him against a wall or the bed.

He was used to being the dominant one in bed, thoughts like these were new. Exciting.

Johnny supposed Simon was right about the whole Price and his mother situation, in a way. The sheer ridiculousness of it was pretty funny. If it had been anyone else’s mum, he was sure he would have been laughing his ass off. He just wasn’t sure he could handle the embarrassment of it being his. God, and now he’d gone and given them an excuse to be alone together. He really hoped nothing came out of that.

“Don’t, please,” he groaned, flopping his head back and closing his eyes for a moment to try and get that thought out of his mind. When he lifted it back up, Simon was still looking at him. “If something actually happens between those two, I think I might shrivel up and die from the embarrassment.”

Simon was silent after that, still staring across the room at him, brown eyes meeting blue. He was still high off his fucking face, is what that told him. Simon was never so comfortable with this much eye contact. Though, the self-indulgent part of him liked to imagine it was also because it was him, and he did hope he made Simon comfortable.

But, yeah, it was probably mostly the painkillers.

Johnny was definitely feeling more present now than he had felt earlier, he’d made sure he was for his family. He supposed he could up his dosage again now, but he didn’t feel like he needed it - that was very likely to change if he started moving, however.

He was distracted from his thoughts when Simon finally spoke again, a smile coming to his face. He tried to keep the sadness out of it, though; he understood what he’d left unspoken.

“It wasn’t always,” Johnny replied truthfully, “Took a while to get here. First ‘cause of my da, then after he left mam was always workin’, so I had to look after ma sisters. Think I’ve told ye that before? But - yeah. I… kinda hated mam fer a while, actually. For, like, a good portion of ma teenage years, even after I left home. Blamed her fer a lot of stuff she couldn’t really help. Realised that after a few years away from home, so I reached out ta see if we could repair things, y’know? And we did. I’m glad we did.”

He finished with a smile, then realised he’d probably given a much longer answer than Simon had been expecting.

“Sorry,” he said with a breathy laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever… told anyone all o’ that before.”

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Elsie sat where she was directed to, perhaps a little stiffly, but she was still somewhat nervous. She wasn’t sure if all of Price’s reassuring words were actually helping or making it worse.

The subject was going to be about John, of course. She wondered if maybe they were going to discuss the extent of his injuries, if Price was about to admit to her that things were far worse than they looked and that there would be irreversible damage.

What would she even do, in that situation? She could imagine how heartbroken her Johnny would be if something like that were to take him away from his job forever. She wasn’t sure if there was anything she would even be able to say to comfort him. Tell him to just be thankful he was still alive?

No, she could practically hear the reaction she would get from something like that. His job is his life, it’s all he knows, what is he without it, and so on.

Price sat down next to her, stopping her spiralling thoughts. She turned to look at him, and even managed to huff a little laugh at what he said first. Then he continued, and her amusement faded.

“It’s not,” she replied, hands clasped in her lap, one thumb moving subconsciously back and forth over the other. She thought about leaving it there, knew that if she started talking the dam would certainly break, but it felt like he was offering a place for her to do so. She didn’t often get that.

So, she went on.

“I worry about him all the time. I know what he’s like, he’s always so…” she spoke slowly, paused and took a breath as she searched for the word, “restless. Like he’s always wanting something more. Too enthusiastic for his own good, sometimes. It always used to get him into trouble and I don’t doubt he ever grew out of it. I’m just so afraid that… the next time I hear about him it’ll be because he’s dead.”

Elsie’s voice broke towards the end, and then followed the inevitable tears. She turned away from Price, bringing a hand up to her face to try and stop them as they fell.

“I’m sorry-” she apologised, voice tight, but a sob escaped before she could stop it.

Simon watched Johnny as if his life depended on it.

In many ways, now, he supposed it did. Now that he had Johnny, even if it hadn't been a full day of it, yet, he didn't know where he'd be without him, or even what he'd be.

No, that wasn't true. He did know what he'd be.

Absolutely fucking nothing.

Getting to watch his body relax, all his muscles losing tension as Price spoke to him, it just reinforced the borderline concerning obsession he had with the man. He wanted to feel those muscles, from the inside out. Johnny was a big man, as he'd said before he did manage to pick Simon up entirely off the ground.

Truth be told, that was the hottest moment of Simon's life. He'd thought about it ever since. He wasn't exactly the stature to be manhandled like that, but when he was? If he wasn't so shocked, he would have definitely made some embarrassing noises.

Maybe, now they were 'together', he could mention it offhandedly to Johnny. As casually as he could manage it without bursting into flames, let him know that if he ever wanted to throw him around and use him like he was a cheap whore, he'd be okay with that.

Well, that wouldn't exactly be the words he'd use, he was sure…

But, recalling Price's parting words several seconds too late, Simon managed a small laugh. He made no such promise to not go to Johnny if he needed him. If he got upset again, there was no alternative in his mind, he had to go to him. Johnny liked touch, he liked physical comfort, and while he was pumped full of painkillers and delightfully delirious, Simon knew he could give that to him, as much of it as he wanted.

He didn't want Johnny to be taken away, though. If he had to behave to stop that from happening, he could. Maybe he could throw something at him, try to distract him…

And then, before he knew it, Price was gone. He was left alone with Johnny and about a million questions swirling around in his recently cracked-open head, and all he could do was offer a tired smile at the look of sheer bemusement on Johnny's face from the past half an hour.

"Couldn't begin to tell ya. But, do have to say, it was good for a laugh, wasn't it?" he asked quietly, before deciding to ask one of the questions he'd been mulling over the whole time. "Might actually have to start calling Price dad proper, now, ey?"

Which question would he even pick, though? He couldn't ask them all at once, it would just overwhelm Johnny and the last thing he wanted to do was bring him to tears again.

There was the elephant in the room, of course, whether or not they were going to tell people they were together. Would they have to? Protocol definitely didn't align with fraternising, and what they were doing was technically that…

But, not much of what the 141 did align with any kind of protocol, most of the time. They got the job done, usually bloodily, and if they were lucky then they'd just continue with their lives.

Maybe he could save that question in particular for Price. Surely the Captain would know how the relationship—God, even thinking the word to himself made him feel giggly—would affect their jobs if it affected them at all.

Not that much would change if it did. They could just sneak around, feign ignorance. No one would say anything to Johnny, not if Simon was standing behind him like a terrifying shadow, ready to devour everything in its path.

He would do that for Johnny, he realised. Maybe the thought should have concerned him more, that he was ready to burn the entire fucking world to the ground just to see him smile, just to make sure he never shed a tear again, but it didn't. Simon didn't really know what love was, but surely it had to be something like this.

One final huff of amusement escaped him, and he quickly realised he'd been sitting in complete silence, just staring right into Johnny's baby-blue eyes. It didn't seem to have made him nervous or uncomfortable in the slightest, much to Simon's relief. He'd allowed his mind to wander for a moment too long, but now he managed to pull himself back to the task at hand.

Right. Question.

"S'it always like this?" he asked quietly, not quite intending on sounding as timid as he did. "Between you and your lot. You all seem… close."

He left it unspoken, but the implication was painfully clear.

Because I've never seen anything quite like that before.

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Price hadn't intended to cause Elsie any more worry over the situation.

But, he supposed, there weren't many other ways she could have taken it. Being told 'Hey, let's go talk about your cripplingly ill son somewhere private' wasn't exactly the offer of a lifetime, but Price hoped he'd be able to take some of the weight off her shoulders.

If he couldn't, then hopefully he could just make it all feel a little bit better, even just for a few minutes.

"Really, nothing to worry about. Just…" Price paused, offering a sympathetic smile before he gestured for her to sit.

Over the years, he'd gotten pretty good at comforting people. At least he liked to think he did. The rest of the team claimed it was his fatherly skills coming out of the woodwork, but in reality, he didn't think it was anything so innocent as that.

He knew how it felt to go through such mentally and physically demanding work, job after job until you were just a shell of the person you were before. He knew how it felt to have no one to fall back on, no one to do and express all your frustration and hurt with.

Because he never had that, he'd make fucking sure that his team did. Comforting Soap's mother? She came with his Sergeant, as far as he was concerned. She was being strong for Soap like everyone needed her to be, and now she needed someone to be strong for her.

Price was sure he could manage that.

"How're you doing, mum?" he asked quietly, sitting in the chair beside her as opposed to his office chair on the other side of the desk.

He was close to her, but not suffocatingly, enough space that she could either increase the distance or decrease it without drawing any attention to whichever she picked.

"Never nice, is it? Havin' to see the kids like that, all battered and bruised. 'Specially not when you've got to keep a brave face on over it the whole time."

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symphonicmetal101 · 3 years ago

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OM Boys- Favourite Activites as Kids HCs

So I am hoping to have another few posts up soon, one will be referencing this one, but I got a sudden burst of motivation so here we go-

Lucifer: He only tolerated a lot of the things he had to do in the Celestial Realm, he had a reputation to uphold. But his favourite thing to do would be play the piano, as Lilith would often join him and the two would weave intricate harmonies together- another reason why now whenever Lucifer plays the piano it is always slightly haunting and eerie, because even an untrained ear can tell something is missing.

Mammon: Ok so these guys have been around here for forever so you cannot tell me Mammon and Levi's drawings as kids didn't end up as dinosaurs- on another note, Mammon loved to "invent" when he was younger, collecting spare bits here and there, especially shiny ones- and putting them together however he thought they fit best. In the Celestial Realm he wanted to help others gain fortune, thus the want to invent. It failed...often but not all the time, but when it did Lucifer gave him pointers here and there, if for nothing else to see little Mams determined face as he set to work again-

Levi: Like I said, probably an artsy kid, and huge imagination- also spent a lot of time near the water, even in the Celestial Realm, I think he would have loved making art out of things he found on the beach, whether he did sand art, collected seaweed and arranged it "just so", rocks, clams, etc. He didn't share it with anyone, because he didn't think it was good enough to share, the one time he did, Mammon walked through it and then insulted it so never again- but he still enjoyed it.

Satan: Ok, real quick, despite the card animation we got, I hc that Satan came into being as a small child, a toddler- simply because I think that that is the most fitting vessel for wrath. Anyways- he is what my other post is about and some of his trauma and how he becomes accepted by his brothers- so for now because he often felt unwanted, he learned how to orienteer, so he could explore this new world on his own without bothering anybody, and be home for dinner so that he could go to his room and draw picture or maybe even write about some of the things he saw that day, the time to himself even as a kid helping him reign in his anger.

Asmo: Ah yes, the Jewel of the Heavens- even as a kid he was extremely charming and got a lot of attention for anything he did, but his favourite "me-time" activity was visiting gardens or meadows of wildflowers and picking the ones that smelled the nicest to bring home and share, or to soak in water and make his own perfume.

Beel: Beel was definitely the sports kid of the bunch, and of course spent a lot of his time with Belphie and Lilith, but his favourite thing to do would be to Lilith's hair. Asmo and Lilith taught him how to braid, and he loved how happy she looked, even if he didn't do it quite right.

Belphie: Belphie had a lot more ambition and drive as a kid, and honestly all I can see in my head is him and Beel being on a little league baseball team- maybe he was the waterboy idk man I can't get this out of my head now soooorry

Barbatos: I mean there was that one post that Barb worked at the Fall when he was younger so- Barb was raised as a noble in the Devildom, and had access to a lot of things, but his favourite thing to do when he was young was use his power to go into the human world and explore its present and past and sometimes even future to gather little trinkets as he learned more about it. Of course, there was an end put to this eventually, but he managed save all the things he's collected, and would be more than happy to share any story about them.

Diavolo: You know Anna from Frozen? Yep- his hobby was making friends out of the inanimate objects around the castle in an attempt to feel like he had friends- it was his favourite because it was the only thing that couldn't be taken away from him, but also wasn't mandatory, though he did enjoy some of the things he was made to do and learn as heir to the throne...but at least imaginary friends can never truly leave you alone, right? Not like his father

Simeon: I feel like Simeon knew how to sew or knit when he was little, and made stuffies for the brothers/other kids or little clothes for already existing plushies because he loved how happy they looked when he gave them one, even if it wasn't perfect

Solomon: honestly his favourite hobby was playing pranks on other people, regardless of whether he knew magic or not-and still is his favourite thing to do-

Thanks for reading!

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littlemissmarvelous · 3 years ago

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The bra that was 2 sizes bigger than yours.

The underwear that was lacier and tinier than any you owned.

The lipstick stains a color so bold, only a gorgeous woman could wear it.

The perfume that smelled of roses that seeped into his laundry that you wish was yours.

The hickey he came home with late one night that wasn’t there when he left for work.

What exactly was the last straw? You weren’t sure.

Most people would say that you should have known better when getting involved with a millionaire playboy. They would never change for a woman, especially one as “plain” as you as they would say. Sure, after a few years of marriage and a being a relatively new mother to your baby girl, you didn’t get dolled up as much as you used to. You used to be a top grade ballerina, which was how you met him in the first place. He had seen you and couldn’t go without laying claim on you and putting a ring on it.

He had told you he loved you.

That you were it.

The love of his life, the perfect mother of his child.

Where did you fail? You didn’t understand and didn’t have anyone to talk to. Your friends were his friends, and any of yours from before were nearly cut off when he took you from your pedestal and stuck you in his home. The only two gifts he truly gave you were your beautiful daughter and a personal studio for you to dance when you could. You’d known for so long now of his doings that maybe he would know by now. You had hoped it was short, but of course he needed the younger and more beautiful version. You knew you had to figure something else with the resources you had, and take your sweet baby with you.

There was a knock on your bedroom door that alerted you to look up and meet eyes with your husbands butler, Jarvis.

“Mrs.Stark...I just wanted to let you know lunch is ready.”

You smile though it doesn’t reach your eyes, and you know your hands are shaking as you clutch the lingerie set that wasn’t yours in your hand. “Thank you, Jarvis.”

He nod and stands silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “If I may be so bold, Mrs. Stark, I do not believe Mr. Stark deserves you or Ms. Elizabeth.”

Your breath catches and you almost sob out, “you know?”

He nods. “Mr. Stark is not good at hiding things as he thinks he is.”

“Oh god.” You’re sobbing now as your secret is out in the open now. “I’m sorry for putting you in an unfortunate position, Jarvis.”

“It’s not your doing, mam. Mr. Stark reaps what he has sewn, and he is at fault. I just am sorry you were caught in the crossfire.” He is sympathetic and you’re almost glad someone finally knows. Looking around your room, you try to spot something that will let you know that your marriage isn’t over, to hold on.

Nothing.

“He is seeing her again tonight isn’t he?” You ask softly.

“From the phone call i received...yes mam.”

Your heart breaks once again and your chest caves in as you try to think of what to do next. You knew you only had one choice, your suitcases calling your name. “Jarvis?”

“Yes Mrs. Stark?” He asks.

“Can you get Elizabeth’s bags packed? As much as you can? She should be still sleeping.”

Jarvis smiles at this, realizing your plan and glad that you are standing up for yourself. “I would be glad to. Shall I call for a car as well?” You nod with a sad smile, to which he nods and leaves the room leaving you alone to pack up your life. An hour later you had three suitcases that contained your life at your side, your baby girl in your arms, and a bare ring finger as you waited for the car.

Jarvis stands next to you, and you look at him nervously. “Am I doing the right thing? Leaving him?”

Jarvis places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes in reassurance. “I do believe so, mam. He has already hurt you enough.” He pulls out a phone from his pocket and holds it out to you. “Here is the new phone you asked for by the way, new number and Mr. Stark shall not know it’s yours.”

Taking it in your hands you smile with tears in your eyes. “Thank you so much Jarvis. For all of this. For everything.”

The suv pulled up and you let out a sigh of nervousness. This was the big step, you were actually leaving. After putting the bags in the car and Elizabeth in the car you turn back to Jarvis one last time and hand him a folded envelope from your pocket. “Give these to him will you? Already signed and everything.”

Jarvis nods and takes the envelope before watching you hop into the SUV and disappear down the street. Opening the envelope once inside the home, a packet of papers fall out, the dark bolded letters at the top spelling DIVORCE. He smiles to himself at the strength you must have had to muster to finally stand up for yourself and do this. Quickly, Jarvis placed the papers on the table with a pen on top and Mr. Starks signature drink he requested when he came home. That should be sufficient, Jarvis thought to himself.

It was the next morning that Tony finally came home, immediately ridding himself of his tie and jacket that reeked of her perfume.

“Y/n?”

No answer.

“Elizabeth?”

No answer.

Frowning he takes steps into the kitchen, half expecting you to be listening to music and baking muffins for breakfast. Instead, he finds it empty. Finally catching his eyes were the papers and his drink waiting for him. Sighing grateful the grabs the drink and begins to sip until the stark letters catch his eyes.

DIVORCE.

Choking on his drink he grabs the papers and let’s the glass crash to the floor. He sees your many signatures, all complying this was what you wanted. It was like he couldn’t breathe, his lungs squeezed tight. Why was this such a surprise to him? He had to have assumed you would find out at some point...but he had always hoped you wouldn’t. His prima ballerina wife. The mother of his child. The woman he fell for at first sight. And now she was gone, nothing but her signatures and photos on the wall to remember her by. Taking out his phone he dials your number, only to receive a message letting him know that this number didn’t even exist anymore.

You sat in your newly rented apartment with your eyes on the door while Elizabeth played with her small dolls on the plush carpet. Moments later the door opened to reveal a certain gorgeous red head you knew well.

“You got the message then.” you smiled.

She smirked in return, “of course I did. I trained with you long enough to know your code.”

“has he tried to find me yet?”

“yes,” she says, “but you didn’t tell him about...before did you?”

“no, no I didn’t.” you shook your head as brief memories passed through your brain.

“He isn’t going to find you, unless you decide to show him your colors again.”

“They didn’t call me the chameleon for nothing Natasha. He’s just lucky I didn’t have the urge to kill him myself. You have no idea how bad I wanted him to be my target.”

“Speaking of target, can I count you in on recon?”

you stand and approach a large cabinet in the hallway and open the door to reveal rows of wigs of different colors and styles followed by rows of knives and guns.

“i’m always ready.”

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

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You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.

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aita-throwaway-account · 10 months ago

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Hi, I sent that ask.

Some people wanted updates, some people wanted info. The final results aren’t in yet but I figured there’d be no harm in giving some additional information.

Okay so to those wanting an update: I didn’t get him the present in the end because I ended up getting injured and was unable to walk for several days. Luckily either no one noticed or no one brought it up. As far as I’m aware brother only got 3 or 4 presents this year anyway, so that means someone else didn’t get him anything. The Christmas was all around uneventful.

As for more info: I was keeping a few things. I guess I didn’t think they were too important, but maybe they are.

First, the reason my parents split up is because my dad is an abusive asshole who, ever since moving out, has been attempting to play everything off with “I never did anything wrong ever and I’m so helpful and supportive of you that even if I did do something wrong you’d totally forget about it” towards his kids. My sister has fallen for it completely. My brother, I don’t know. Again, he never talks to me. Sibling is in a similar situation to me where we kind of need his help for a lot of things so we have to just pretend we’re okay with him.

My mam was only doing one last family Christmas because she doesn’t want to see him any longer. It just means going forward that the only ones we’ll be celebrating with are probably just going to be the people already living in the house. She’s Catholic she’s not gonna give up Christmas that easy.

Secondly, my sister is hoping to be halfway across the world by the end of this year and my brother is also hoping to move abroad, though not as far. Having to do a trip back for Christmas would be expensive on both their parts, and my mam is barely making enough money to keep us afloat right now.

As for why us siblings can’t celebrate together, I mentioned I’d never had a full conversation with my brother. The situation is kinda similar for me and my sister. We only ever talked like you would to a coworker, with the occasional genuine conversion that we have usually ending up in her victim blaming me for all the abuse our dad did and her claiming it was never that bad (it was that bad. Trust me). There’s also a big enough age gap in play. We don’t have a lot in common because of that.

Also some people suggested a card, but I think that would’ve actually been noticed because I have not once given a family member a card for Christmas, and when I do give out cards, I hand make them. I was not about to hand make him a card.

On the bright side, brother is still misgendering me and sibling but because I’m injured he’s acting nicer than ever!

If anyone needs any more information to make their decision, I’ll try and give an answer (within reason).

Would I be the Asshole for not buying my brother a Christmas gift?

I’m not comfortable sharing my or anyone else’s ages (or any other identifiable information) online so I’m keeping this as vague as possible in that regard.

The context: My family consists of my dad (60s), my mam (late 50s), my sister (late 20s), my brother (late 20s), me (18-21), and my younger sibling (late teens). My dad and Mam split up around the beginning of covid and he has been moved out since the end of summer that first year. My sister also moved out around that time. The only people left in the house are me, my mam, my brother and my sibling.

The situation:

Sibling and I came out 2020/21 to our family. I came out first, testing the waters for them, and then helped them come out. So far our family has been... supportive? The best way to describe it is that dad is performing how accepting he is so he can garner brownie points, sister is trying and even correcting people, sibling and I have had no problem whatsoever, and Mam has kinda just been hoping it’s a phase but otherwise tries to use the right terms.

Brother, however has been nothing but passive aggressive about it. He won’t call us by our chosen names, he won’t use our pronouns, and even when he accidentally uses the right name and pronouns, he corrects himself to the wrong ones. He also just generally sucks as a person. I’ve never even had a full conversation with him. My mam keeps making excuses for him (she claims it’s autism, which he was diagnosed with, but I was also diagnosed with it and I don’t throw away Christmas gifts people got me in front of them. He’s just an asshole).

Anyway, this year I had planned to just not get him a present. My own little way of saying “you suck”. I figured no one would even notice, and if they did they probably wouldn’t say anything. If they did say something, though, I had a whole teary-eyed speech prepared about how awful brother has been treating me and sibling and how deeply it’s been affecting us and how I just can’t tolerate it anymore.

Then my mam told me that this year would be the last family Christmas. It would’ve stopped years ago were it not for sibling, who my mam wants to have one last Christmas before the entire family crumbles apart.

I’m now kind of conflicted. As of writing this it’s Christmas week. There’s still time to get him a present and not ruin sibling’s last Christmas, though by the time this is posted, Christmas will likely have already come and gone. I just can’t stand him though, and the only thing he asked anyone for was black socks, which he will be getting plenty of anyway. Sibling also knows about the plan. I told them ahead of time when my Mam informed me about this being the last Christmas. But I also know that they hate conflict.

I just wanna know, I guess, whether I’m an asshole if I follow through.

What are these acronyms?

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bukojuiice · 3 years ago

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the wedding booth — eren jaeger

ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)

ೃ after being unwillingly dragged to plan and create a wedding booth for your first university festival, eren accompanies you to a bridal boutique. there, he contemplates about the future and all of the cheesy romantic stuff he wants to do with you.

ೃ genre and warnings: college au, lots and lots of fluff!

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My Big Fat Greek Wedding, My Best Friend's Wedding, The Wedding Planner, Wedding Crashers... hell, even Mamma Mia.

If having to be forced to watch these romantic comedies about weddings doesn't give you the sudden urge to get hitched and run away to some tropical island, then you don't know what will.

For your very first uni fair at Shigashina University, your friends had proposed a Marriage booth. To be more specific, three of your friends did. Jean, Sasha, and Connie are the masterminds behind this stupid idea and it's all because of three things:

1. Jean is pining over Mikasa so so bad. So many years have passed and yet he still hasn't found a way to confess. And so, due to his pompous ass binge-watching stupid rom-coms recently, he thinks that if "fake dating" can bring two people together, then having a fake wedding with his unrequited crush of 12 years could finally make her fall for him too. He wants the booth to be as iconic as a wedding straight out of Las Vegas. Problem is, he's never been to Las Vegas, and his terribly unrealistic basis for wanting it to be as iconic as a "Las Vegas Wedding" is that one scene from The Hangover and that episode from Friends.

He was delusional and yet, he wanted to push through with this proposal no matter what. Nothing was going to stop him... not unless it was one of the three seniors whom you would be proposing this project to in the first place.

2. Sasha's goals are much normal. A bit odd, but still normal and not as desperate as Jean's. All she wants is to get Ymir, the captain of the school's soccer team to confess to Historia, the freshman Bio-Chemistry student who works part-time as a library assistant (and whom everyone secretly fawns over for. she's just that damn cute.) However, the real reason as to why she helped [rp[pse this stupid marriage booth to get them to finally confess to each other is anyone's guess.

3. Connie thinks he's gonna get clout from this. Rise up the university hierarchy perhaps? He's treating the entire festival like it's high school all over again. He prays that the marriage booth will become the hottest thing in the festival, then he'll instantly become that cool and bad-ass freshie whom everyone wants to be friends with. Either way, if the booth is going to be a success or not, you know for a fact he's never going to be a part of the "cool kids" (good lord, can you believe people still use that term in college?) and he's gonna be stuck with you and your other friends for the rest of the years to come.

It didn't take long before they finally finished their elaborate PowerPoint Presentation (despite Connie insisting that Powerpoint is boring) that they were going to pitch to three of the principal members of the student council. Namely, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, and Hange Zoe.

It was gonna be an automatic no for Levi, obviously. Nothing could ever get past that man. But if they can somehow convince Erwin and most especially Hange to get on board with their stupid scheme, then the booth was good to go.

Now, here you are, in a bridal boutique. Purchasing some simple wedding dresses that will serve as your rent-a-dress service for the Marriage booth.

It wasn't originally a part of the plan. Not at all.

However, Hange would only approve of the project IF the wedding booth was going to be made into something more elaborate and memorable. They didn't want something as simple as printing out fake marriage contracts, cheap tulle fabric wedding veils, fake plastic bouquets, and wedding pictures that came out of a polaroid camera.

Oh no no no. They wanted it to be extravagant. The cream of the crop. The absolute bomb. The best booth at the festival.

Hange saw potential in the idea and with an approved budget by the student council, you could make anyone's wedding dreams come true.

Fast forward to a week before the event, you are currently on a shopping spree with Armin, Mikasa, and your boyfriend, Eren (because Sasha insisted he had the right proportions for the rental groom outfits. She totally did not ask him to come along so that he can see you try on wedding gowns.) to buy supplies, props, decorations, and everything else needed.

"(Y/N), we'll meet you and Eren at the bridal boutique, okay?" Armin proclaims, looking at the time on his wristwatch and struggling to balance the shopping bags on his other hand. Mikasa notices how much he's been struggling and offers to hold the bags for him.

"Sure! Don't forget about the list that Jean sent!" You shout back, turning to Eren as his fingers interlace with yours, making your merry way to the boutique whilst Armin and Mikasa go off the other direction.

"Don't get too excited." You joke, nudging Eren on the arm. "I'll just be trying on these dresses for the booth."

There's a particular glimmer in Eren's emerald eyes, chuckling at your quip. "Sheesh. Did you really have to remind me? Of course I know that. Besides, we're too young to even think about marriage right now. What's important is that I'm spending the best years of my life with you."

"Eren Grisha Jaeger, it is too damn early for you to make me a blushing pile of mess with your flirty comebacks." You deadpan, the heat rising up your cheeks as you try to hide your embarrassment from him.

The both of you laugh it off, shuffling into the store. The chiming bells of the shop door echo around the area as you look in awe at the luxurious dresses occupying every available space. The wafting smell of a vanilla pinecone scent and the soft sound of a sewing machine doing its work. There was a homey and rustic feel to this boutique that made you feel like you were sent back in time.

From great flouncy pieces adorned in layers of lace that rolled like ocean waves to more humble designs, albeit of the finest cloth.

This plethora of finery- reminds you strongly of the many genteel ladies depicted in those books and historic romances you used to read and watch. Like that of Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility.

Having the opportunity to enter a boutique such as this was a dream.

"Welcome! May I help you find anything?" A seamstress appears from the register. She looks at you from head to toe, as if trying to guess your measurements.

"W-we're looking for wedding dresses. Anything within the 200 to 300 dollar range? We don't need anything extra fancy, though! We'll just be needing them-"

Her eyes shift from you to Eren like she's suddenly a love coach, sizing the two of you up. "Yes, yes, young love! How sweet!" She chirps, breathing out a dreamy sigh. "Of course! For couples on a tight budget, we have-"

"We're looking for wedding dresses that can be used as costumes! Not too short and not too long either. W-we're not getting married or anything." You dismiss the seamstress with a wave of your hand. "I'm sorry if you thought of it that way..."

Although her shoulders visibly drop, the saleswoman still manages to smile. "Oh! I would like to apologize for assuming anything too!"

"Actually, mam, we do have plans sometime in the future." Eren grins cheekily, pulling you close to him. "Not today, of course, but we'll make sure to drop by in a few years!"

The saleslady's eyes lit up at Eren's vow. "Over here are some of our best-selling pieces! Ones that will certainly attract the eye of any groom!" She beckons you over to some mannequins lined up in the middle of the store, your gaze is drawn to the myriad of dresses on display as you walk throughout the space.

You turn back to Eren, studying him closely as he walks a few paces behind you, you thoughtfully wonder if the dresses you would pick out would match his taste.

She leads you to the back of the store to show the other garments and dresses embroidered with simplicity and yet elegance. You then pick two gowns up from their respective racks, satisfied with your purchase and making a beeline to the register to pay. However, the seamstress stops you from your tracks.

"How about this one, dear?"

You turn your attention to her, doe-eyed and curious as to what she was going to show you next.

"It is indeed a wedding dress, although not what you had asked for, the handsome young man did say something about your marriage plans. Perhaps this might help you visualize it? Give you an idea for the future, hm?" She hums wistfully, drawing your attention to the mannequin she placed in front of you. "It would be a shame if you left the boutique without trying anything on."

"(Y/N)?" You hear Eren's husky voice call out for you from the front of the store, "Armin just texted me. They can't find a specific prop in the crafts store so we might have to wait a bit longer for them."

"Okay! We can spare more time in the boutique, anyways." You answer back, before turning your attention to the seamstress once more.

"Alright. I think I'll try it on then."

"Trying it on" turned out to be more than you had imagined. You thought you could just slip inside the dress and show it off. But nope. You needed a few adjustments to dress, adornments in your hair, and had to wear a wedding veil.

It was almost as if you were actually preparing to be wed.

"Good sir, your lovely missus is ready!" Yup, even the words of the seamstress made you feel like you were living in the 17th century right now. Did she really have to use such fancy words?

"Please, watch your step." The seamstress takes your hand and leads you out of the dressing room and right towards—

Eren who had been waiting in the shop proper.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" She giggles, glancing at Eren for a response. "Well, I'll leave the two of you here first and bring the dresses you've chosen to the cash register first." In a wink, she's gone and had disappeared into the back almost before the words left her mouth.

The unfamiliar yet elegant garb makes you feel shy and the fact that Eren was gaping at you did not help at all. He was absolutely entranced by your beauty.

You unconsciously lower your head, tucking a strand of hair beneath your ear, unable to bear the thought.

"God, you're not just beautiful. Y-you look breathtaking."

He says in a barely audible whisper, pulling you to him once more.

Placing his hands on your waist, Eren plants a soft, tender kiss on your chest, the low-cut dress affording it easily. In a heartbeat, you feel your cheeks grow hot.

"Heh. Guess I got you again." He grins wolfishly, still admiring your beauty and tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I-I don't deserve you... I really don't."

"If you didn't deserve me, would you be here right now?" You say jokingly, raising your eyebrow.

"I mean it." He buries his face on the hem of your dress, his voice is muffled and soothing. "I can't believe you chose to love me." He looks up at you, eyes practically welling up with tears. "God, I honestly can't believe I'm crying right now, but, yeah... I am. That's how much I love you and how much I want to marry you right now."

You giggle at the expression your boyfriend has shown before you, stroking his hair and burying your fingers into his long brunette locks. "I love you too. But... why so sudden? You already told the saleswoman that we'll be back in a few years. She'd be surprised to hear you change your mind so easily."

"Well, if that's the case, then I better tell Jean to have us first on the list of the wedding booth then. We worked our asses off for this, might as well be the first to be blessed with the luck of that stupid booth."

You giggle once more as he continues to hold you so close. You feel his breath and his heartbeat. Each exhale and pulse brings you to the realization that Eren is the one. The man you want to be with for the rest of your life. The man who will help you through all your faults and mistakes, your burdens and troubles, through all the ups and downs... he will be there.

Just as you will be for him.

Guess those stupid movies centered around weddings weren’t so bad after all

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?” + Poorly Timed Confession + modern au 😍 pretty please!!!

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“Hmmm… All right, would you rather, mmm… Smell Borris Johnson’s sweaty gym socks, or snog Professor Slughorn full on the mouth for a straight minute— oh erm, not so straight I reckon on second thought.”

Remus wrinkles his nose at him from across the bed, and clucks his tongue at the awful pun. “You’re unruly.”

“And you’re dodging,”

“Am not arse, I’m just recovering from that very terrifying scenario you’ve spewed out like the sadistic satanist you are.”

“Which scenario are you recovering from though?” Sirius leers, wiggling his eyebrows and jostling Remus’s textbook with his foot.

“I hate that you’re enjoying this so much,” Remus intones in a deadpan.

“Mary John, I’m waiting,” Sirius says with far too much glee.

Sometimes Remus is sure that he hates him. “Fine, the answer is I hate you.”

“Filthy and slanderous lies, Lupin.”

“You’re demented.”

“Five. Four. Three—“

“I won’t choose.”

“See, all I hear is that you wanna get it on with our chemistry professor, you saucy minx, you.”

Remus sniffs. “Better than touching that prick with even a ten foot pole.”

“Mmmm, have I ever told you how hot and heavy I get hearing you talk politics at me?”

Remus throws him the bird, which makes Sirius laugh. Remus can objectively say that Sirius has the most beautiful variations of laughter in the world, and he’d know considering he’s catalogued each one. This version is definitely top three. His care free, effortless laugh when Remus takes him off guard with a snide remark or lowly muttered retort that’s not appropriate for most company— It’s really more of a experience, truly. His breaths stutter out in a lovely staccato, and his eyes glimmer like the sea, and sometimes it feels like the world’s been suspended and it’s only the two of them in that slice of eternity.

Erm, Ah, but yeah…. That only happens occasionally, and it’s only because Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend— has been since the final year of primary school after Remus had moved to the London outskirts from his small, coastal town in Wales, and on first sight, Sirius swung a snowball straight to Remus’s face, which he of course responded to by throwing two more his way, and well… The pair of them were soaking and breathless by the end of it, but their fate was sealed, they were the greatest of friends, and nothing would ever alter that unquestionable staple.

So what if sometimes Remus’s chest thuds painfully when Sirius dimples his way, or Remus only ever wants to talk to him over anyone else— even Lily or his Mam— if he’s had a bad day, or good one, or if something remarkable had happened, or , or… Or whenever really. And there’s absolutely no significance that Remus can’t help the totally delighted grin that splits his face in half whenever he gets a text or snap from Sirius.

None of that is at all relevant.

Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend, and he’d never risk ruining that by allowing some pesky little crush swallow him whole and clammer out his mouth— vulnerable and throbbing in the open space between them. It doesn’t matter if Marlene always makes kissy faces their way, or how James only ever refers to them as a couple, and so what if Peter’s got a pole running that Remus knows basically the whole school is betting on.

They’re all wrong, Sirius would never, ever feel the same sort of way that Remus does him, that’s downright preposterous and ridiculous and just simply impossible. And Remus’s perfectly content with that very real truth… He is.

Remus is fine with it God help him. So everyone else just needs to but the fuck out of their business.

Besides, this, this right now— Him and Sirius splayed out on opposite ends of Remus’s bed, with Sirius’s feet nudging at Remus’s elbow whenever he’s got a question about there homework, with the window cracked open just so, letting in some of the chilly winter air because Sirius absolutely can not focus if he’s not cold— the fucking furnace— Where Remus can still hear the going ons of his family playing out on the floor below them… This is the most perfect place in Remus’s eyes, and he won’t ever change that, especially not to live out some boyhood fantasy that would never come into fruition in his wildest of dreams.

Remus’s content… He is… He has to be or else he’d lose one of the most vital people in his world.

“You’ve got footie practice after school, right?”

“Mmhmm, you coming to watch?”

“Only if you admit i’m your good luck charm,” Remus sardonically bats his lashes at Sirius as if he was in a mascara advert, and the taller boy blows a raspberry right back at him.

“Nice, real nice. You’re extraordinarily mature, you know that, Black?”

“And sexy, don’t forget that, oh so important descriptor Lupin.”

Remus leans against the locker besides Sirius’s, watches as he trades his current binders for the lot he’ll need for the afternoon, and tries really hard not to stare too longingly at how Sirius’s arm muscles ripple beneath their school’s maroon, uniform jackets in the most delicious of ways. (He hates the fact he’s been dissolved into a starry eyed mess lusting over the star striker, but thus is his fate.)

“I’d never commit such a faux pas, and I’m insulted that you’d ever think as much.”

Sirius sneers at him with a slight shake to his head. “So you coming or not?”

“I’m still contemplating my options,” he preens, but before Sirius could retort, Marlene, megawatt smile and dangerously sharp smirk— swaggers over towards them.

“Good morning my two beautiful chums!”

“What do you want?” Sirius asks before even glancing her way, to which Marlene blinks up at him, faux owlish. “S, I just wanted to greet a couple of my closest companions this lovely December morning,” she defends herself.

“Marls, you’re never this agreeable before noon,” Remus points out hesitantly.

“ And you rarely are even afterwards,” Sirius tacks on.

“Rude,” she pouts.

“Accurate,” Remus pipes in with an apologetic grimace.

Marlene stares them both down for a solid minute before finally relaxing her shoulders, and thrusting out the legal pad in her grasp. “The student council and spirit society are selling corsages for the snowflake formal, and Dorcas has deployed me to get some orders.”

“Whipped,” Sirius teases through a counter-fit cough.

Marlene doesn’t hesitate before smashing the legal pad on his head. “And you traipsing around getting people to buy the tickets for the theatre department last semester even though Re was only playing Mercutio wasn’t you being wrapped around his littlest finger?”

Remus flushes, feeling an unnerving amount of bees stinging around his stomach, and is thankful when the conversation pauses after Sirius casts her a very heated V. “Sod off.”

“So are you guys gonna buy or not?” Marlene huffs, weight slung to her left hip, and arms crossed against her chest.

“I’m a gay bloke, Marls, did you forget that?” Remus pins her with a one eyed squint, and she just scrunches her face up at him, exasperated.

“I’m sure there’s matching boutonnieres.”

“Fine, I just don’t have any school spirit then.”

This time she glares. “Lily and James are Head Boy and Head Girl, isn’t there like an oath between you lot, one for all and all for one, or some rot?”

“That’s the three musketeers,” he says.

“isn’t that basically who you guys are?” She reasons.

Before their wage of words could continue, Sirius just grabs the order form out of Marlene’s hands and fills out a sheet with the flurry of his pen. “Happy?”

“Positively delighted,” she leers, pecking them both on the cheek before strutting off, reminding them of their group study session at Alice’s tonight in her wake.

Sirius shakes his head, reluctantly amused with a grin gathering on the corners of his mouth, but for Remus everything feels like it’s frozen. “You didn’t have to do that you know? ’S not like James is much of a Head Boy anyhow, and Lily wouldn’t have really cared.”

Sirius shrugs, commences their walk to the opposite wing of the school for their shared history class. “Emmy likes that sort of romantical shite.”

Remus sees red, feels his heart lodging in his damn esophagus. “Oh, so— Erm, you’re taking her then,” Remus wonders if his tone sounds as detached as he feels.

“Yeah,” Sirius eyes him, questioning. “She wants that title of snow queen real bad, made me promise I’d campaign with her and the whole shtick.”

“Oh,” it’s like Remus could feel it when he closes off completely, can feel his hopes squashed down and his heart contract and his every organ collapsing in on themselves, leaving him feeling hollowed out completely.

Sirius slows down marginally, eyeing him with a slight frown. “Is that all right? I know you two don’t exactly get along and we were planning to go as a group, bu—“

“It’s fine,” Remus hates how screechy his voice gets, how he feels like he’s about to scream. “You two are a shoe in, no doubt.”

Sirius tries to mirror Remus’s faux excitement with a tepid grin of his own, but Remus doesn’t let him, instead commandeering their typical table on the back row and tries focussing on the thousandth war with France while his world tilts off kilter.

Emmy is beautiful, and popular and her smile alone dazzles the whole room. She’s everything that Sirius should look for in a partner, someone to match his whip lash wit, and his taste for all things exuberant that skirt on flashy, and someone who’s got just as many friends and admirers as him.

They’re perfect and Remus should just get over his petty ass hatred of her, even if he still thinks she can be down right cruel and selective and selfish. Qualities Sirius surely isn’t… But maybe it’s all in his head how she sneers at people who she finds plane, or how she literally guffaws over the misfortune of others. Maybe his perception of how she wields people in like moths to a flame just to get what she wants is all a misunderstanding, or in his head or something.

Maybe all that’s possible, even if Remus seriously doubts it.

But at the end of the day, Sirius loves her— has been basically infatuated by Emmeline Vance since she first transferred at the start of their Freshman year. Sirius loves her, and who ever Sirius loves is merely an extension of him… Right?

Remus just needs to get over it and somehow rid himself of this crush he’s been fostering for so long it’s basically a part of him at this point. Though, he thinks it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t see their faces plastered on posters everywhere the week and a half leading up to the dance— looking like actual royals that would put Will and cate to shame.

“Yo cheekbones!”

Remus starts, swivels around from where he was scratching his pen to paper, finding Sirius— as glimmering and beautiful as always— swaggering up to him, insanely electric smile painted over his face.

“Would you rather eat a jumbo jar of jalapeños without a break, or eat the toenails from someone with athlete’s foot next to your dinner every night of the rest of your life?”

“I thought you were having lunch with Emmy to keep up your royalty status before this weekend?” Remus asks, tacitly side stepping from the horrific images swimming to the forefront of his mind because of his cruel question.

“Now that doesn’t sound like an answer to my ultimatum,” Sirius says in a singsong sort of voice.

“You answer me first,” Remus says airily.

“But I asked first,” Sirius argues haughtily.

“Well both your options would kill me, so I wouldn’t do either,” Remus retorts.

“That’s not how the game works!”

“You’re the one who always says that rules were made to be broken,” Remus says, lofty as all get out,, and dissolves into laughter at the completely cross look Sirius’s giving him.

“You were born to be contrary, weren’t you?”

“So lunch?”

“Got bored,” he shrugs, hopping onto the corner of the desk Remus’s working on. “What you up to instead of eating?”

“My position paper for Model UN.” Sirius smiles down at him, and Remus can’t help the flush that spreads across his cheeks in return. “Not as glamorous as running as Snow King, I know.”

“It’s precious,” Sirius contends, his soft timbre sounding like syrup and his long fingers fluttering against Remus’s skin, pushing back a lock of his ever disheveled, tawny curls in a far to gentle way, and Remus gulps before averting his gaze to break the sudden tautness that’s built between them.

They’ve had so many of these almost moments, ones that Remus’s always treasured but he knows doesn’t mean much of anything at all to Sirius— Sirius who is effortlessly hilarious, and brims with genius and who is so beautiful that sometimes it hurts looking at him for too long. Sirius who has a new suitor at his beck and call on a near weekly basis. But whenever they transpire now, it just hurts all the more because Remus knows in his heart of hearts that they will never lead anywhere, and Sirius is in love with Emmy and Remus can’t let himself float around in this daydream for any longer.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat, shuffles in his seat only slightly. “I’m Algeria so my Mam’s pretty excited about it. She’s been telling me all the stuff Wikipedia’s got wrong and everything.”

Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Your mother is kinda everything, you know that?”

Remus twists his mouth up, reluctant. “Don’t tell her as much, or else she’ll go on and on how she won Miss Teen Great Britain when she was only sixteen.”

“Hmm, I was wondering where you got that pretty face.”

“You, Sirius Black, can go lick an unwashed arse.”

“You’ll never catch a suitor with that cheek of yours though. I’d work on that, Lupin.”

“I don’t think I could ever win Miss Congeniality, alas.” Remus doesn’t quite catch Sirius’s reply, to busy responding too the text his phone just chirped with instead.

“Mary John, are you listening?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sirius’s brows hike up, flabbergasted smile stretched across his face. “So totally rude! And I came all the way here— to the place where dreamers die— just to spend time with you.”

“Sorry,” Remus gives him an abashed little half grin before setting the phone back down. “’s just Fabian.”

Sirius’s expression drops, goes inquisitive instead of his typical ebullience. “Fabian? Why’s Fabian Prewett texting you, and why is he,” Sirius crooks his head so he’s able to read the new message that popped up on Remus’s phone’s screen. “Asking about color coordination?”

Remus blushes for an entirely new reason now, one he likes much less. “Ah, he’s the sort to like it when our suits like match, but not in an abrasive fashion, you know?”

Sirius’s face goes scarily blank.

“Your suits? Suits for what?”

“The dance…” Remus says slowly, he’s confused what Sirius’s confused about.

“The dance… Right… I thought you were still going with everyone else?”

“Pff, no way,” Remus scoffs. “Lily’s only pretending to be single, you know how red in the face she gets whenever around James. They’ll end up dancing the whole night away. And with Dorcas running the whole event and Benjy thinking any social function is a plague on society, that’d leave me stuck with Peter and Mary, . And honestly I’ve seen enough of her tongue shoved down his throat for a lifetime.” Remus is only slightly surprised that doesn’t even elicit a chuckle from Sirius, who’s now looking a bit stormy— and he thinks he’ll never be accustomed to his mercurial moods that can change as quickly as the snap of the finger.

“Right… So you’re going with Fabian Prewett… as your date?”

“Yes… Why is that so hard to believe?”

“it’s, it’s not,” Sirius scrambles, suddenly standing up.

“Then why are you being so weird about this,” Remus argues, getting up to meet him at his level.

“Am not!”

“You’re going with Emmy,” Remus reminds him, this edge of desperate.

“I know I am, okay. But you— you—“ Sirius tappers off, eyes glassy and lips parted with words he can’t get out, and Jesus fucking Christ is it weird how for the first time ever their roles have reversed. Sirius can’t put any sentences together, and everything Remus’s been beating down— everything thrashing inside of him— are now burning his throat and warring over who can spill out first.

“What? I’m suppose to stay behind like the pathetic, nobody friend. The guy who’s just there to moon after you while you have an actual life. The Judie garland to your Mickie Roomie!”

“What are you even talking about right now!” Sirius shouts, sounding as torn apart as Remus feels.

“As if you don’t know!” He snarls, collecting his books into his backpack— Suddenly this room feels to stifling. He can’t breathe and it’s too hot and his chest is pounding.

He’s imploding and Remus has no idea how to rectify it.

“Just stop! Remus Stop!”

“leave me the fuck alone Sirius!”

“Why are you being such a prick about this!”

And that, that makes Remus angry, angrier than he’s ever been.

Before he could even think about it for a moment longer, Remus is rounding on him, dashing so close to Sirius that he can taste his breath with how close their faces are skirting against each other.

“I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, and I know that you’re in love with Emmy and, and I just know okay.”

“Wha—“ Sirius sputters, looking like a gaping fish. “Wait a second, are you jealous? Of sodding Emmy Vance?”

“Don’t!” Remus practically growls out. "Don’t disrespect me, okay? Don’t pretend that you never knew, or that I was such a good actor. I’ve been in love with you for years and you always knew and Fine, I get it. You never felt the same way, that’s fine. But just don’t pretend as if you never had the choice, don’t make me out as the bad guy for actually, finally saying yes to a bloke who’s actually into me. I need to fucking give up on the premise of us, I need to get over you. So I’m going out with fucking Fabian Prewett and you’re going out with Emmy Vance and that’s that!”

His breaths are labored, jagged and painful, as they race out of him, but Remus can’t move. He’s staring straight into Sirius’s beautiful, gray eyes, and he sees everything he’s always seen there, and hates that this is probably the last time he’ll get to be this close to him.

Not after this.

“I didn’t,” is the first thing Sirius croaks out, broken and helpless. “i didn’t know, Remus you have to believe me— I didn’t—”

“How! How could you not know!” He shouts back, but Remus doesn’t get his answer in so many words, instead he feels it.

He feels it when Sirius clamps his hands on either end of his waste-line, feels it when Sirius smashes their lips together in a cacophony of lips, and teeth and spit. He feels it when Sirius moans in side of him, when his hand moves down, spreads across the width of the small of his back, pushing their torsos even closer. Remus feels it when everything goes into focus, when he takes Sirius into his arms, greedy and excited and disbelieving.

And Remus thinks to all the other times he’s kissed another boy— To this prior weekend swapping snogs with a beaming Fabian in the back of a theatre. He thinks of how there was never anything worth anything when he kissed any of them Because it was all Sirius, always Sirius. And he could try to love Fabian, or some other cute boy, and he tried, and he tried, and he tried, and he gave all he had…but it was never enough, could it ever be enough?

Remus knows it in his bones that it’s enough when it’s with Sirius.

When they finally pull apart it’s difficult to breathe and Remus feels lightheaded and it’s wonderful in the most marvelous of ways.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sirius says in a whisper.

“Maybe next time give a guy some warning?” Remus can’t help the shit eating smirk that swipes across his mouth and is elated at the adorably cross scowl Sirius answers him with.

“Fine jackass, how’s this for a warning, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“That’ll be sufficient, I suppose,” Remus goads, laughing against Sirius’s lips when he does just that.

~*~

Sirius ends up winning snow king, but rejects the dance with Emmy, opts to ask Remus to join him instead, as if they were in the middle of some John Hughes movie from the fucking 80s.

It’s utterly ridiculous and overdone and simply way too much— but everyone applauded and cheered and when Sirius kissed him in the middle of it, Remus felt as if his whole body sung with joy.

~My Wolfstar FIC Masterlist

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #SPILT INK #PROMPTS #I love you endlessly #!!!!

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Wonders in the Rain

Remus Lupin x CEO!Reader

Summary - After being unemployed for very long Remus reluctantly allowed his best friend to find him a job as the PA of her boss. And he would forever be grateful to her for that.

Warnings - Metions of death.

A/N This is also a fic written for @leydileyla 's 1K followers celebration. And now this fic is by far the longest I’ve written with 4K words. So, enjoy!

You groaned, throwing your pen onto the pile of papers and stood up from the confinement of your study desk and slowly walked towards the coffee machine to fill in the third cup of coffee since the morning and it wasn’t even past noon.

It was difficult and exhausting being the CEO of the most renowned company at the age of 21. It was certainly something you hadn’t expected when two years ago your mother said it would be you who continues her legacy and take care of the company in her death bed. You weren’t ready when you were announced the CEO right after the funeral, the grief inside you never had time to dissipate.

You remember so vividly as you stood in the corner of the room, dressed in all black, eyes swollen as the aftermath of losing your world overnight took a toll on you. Your little brother, at the mere age of 11 looked up at you with wide eyes unknown of what was going on as he clung to you, tightly and you held him as tight, afraid you would lose him just as you lost…the man who the cause for the illness of your mother. Her husband, your father, whose name spurred rage in you as you recollected him arguing with your mother and leaving you and your brother to watch as your mother collapsed onto the floor.

You smiled pleasantly as your eyes fell on the beautiful woman you had the privilege to call your mother. It was her last picture. Your brother and you were huddled in her arms, a wide smile on your face as your mother kissed your forehead, your eye closed as your brother looked at you, his head thrown back as laughter engulfed him. It was like the time was frozen and you would rather be that girl - carefree and filled with happiness than…you, life so dark you can’t see anything except for the little shine that you so dearly held close to you in protection - your brother.

That was all in your life. Brother and company. Nothing in the orbit of love. It disgusted you ever since you saw your father leave. You despised that feeling of giving someone so much of yourself only for them to dust it off as though it was nothing but a speck of dirt.

“Ms (L/N)?” your trail of thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice. You composed yourself, placing the photograph on the table and turned around. It was Lily Evans, an employee of yours who you could very well say was close to you. She knew everything about you, from what you do first in the morning to your drastic sleeping schedule. She almost knew how you would react in every situation yet you couldn’t label your relation with her.

“Yes,” you turned around, avoiding her eyes. She stepped into your lavish office the only person ever having the privilege of being allowed to.

“So, there is this really good friend of mine-” she started with a feared voice only to be cut off by you.

“Evans, please, if this is some sort of a recommendation-” You said and paused as she hurriedly said, “No, no, no. I mean, yes, but he really deserves it,”

“Fine, what is it?” you said, sighing as you once again took a seat behind your messy desk.

“I’ve heard people say things about you never having a PA and my friend is actually, I mean, would actually love to take that position,” she said awkwardly. You smirked and leaned back on your chair, looking at her intently as she blushed under your intense gaze.

You shook your head, “Fine, but I want to meet him and then I will decide,”

You watched as Lily’s was brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, “Just an hour and he will be here to meet you,”

You hesitated thinking of your schedule before she said, “You are free the next few hours,”

“And how do you know that?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I just heard,” she said, looking at the soles of her shoes.

You rolled your eyes, “No wonder I can’t keep any secrets,”

You were known for many conspiracy theories and gossips. It was difficult at the start, many breakdowns later you were broken enough that all those knives passed right through the holes, never affecting you.

You were not excited about the arrival of Lily’s friend and time passed so quickly that before you knew it there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” you mumbled, too endorsed in your work to even look up or comprehend the sudden presence.

“M-Ms (L/N),” you heard a deep voice say. The voice was new and one you had never heard of and your head automatically whipped to look at the source, startling the poor guy before you. Scars were littering his face and had a failed attempt at masking the exhaustion. He looked weak although there was a pleasant aura surrounding him, buzzing around him with energy.

He played with the hem of his denim jacket, shifting from one foot to another. His ripped jeans and slightly dirty shirt telling he wasn’t prepared for this meet. He gulped, “My name is Remus, uh, Remus Lupin,”

You blinked and stood up from your chair, “Who-why are you here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, “I-um, I, Lily told you wanted to see me. I mean, like wanted to meet me before you gave the, uh, the job,”

For the first time, Remus saw you smile. Remus always admired you, the power and authority that radiated off you was bewildering when considered you were just 21, a year younger than himself and a successful CEO while here he was jobless and wandering around aimlessly.

Of course, it hurt that ego instilled in him but he wasn’t gonna lose the opportunity of having some money in his hand to pay off his bills. Working as a PA to a girl younger than you wasn’t often considered a better one, and his mother told that very thing when he had called her minutes ago.

You chuckled, “Take a seat,” you sat down and beckoned him to a chair placed on the opposite side of the desk. You closed the cap of your pen as Remus awkwardly walked towards the desk.

“So, tell me something about you,” You said, your eyes boring into his eyes. They were gorgeous to Remus and it was terrifying when the reality set in that he was sitting before the (Y/N) (L/N). Someone he had admired only while scrolling through his phone and watching the news.

You shook your hand dismissively, “I’ll rephrase that,” you sat in a more comfortable position on the chair, “Tell me about the companies you’ve worked for before, your qualification and some basic information about you like your age and things. If you don’t mind, that is,”

“No, no, of course,” Remus said, “I just graduated from my university and I’ve worked for a minor publishing house for about six months,”

“And why aren’t you working with them anymore?” You asked but immediately asked him to continue as the subtle melancholy wove into his facial expressions and his fingers twitched.

“Um, I studied English literature and yeah,” He said, shrugging and finally a small smile formed on his face.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Where are you from?”

“Wales,” he said, without leaving a gap and was weirded out to find the odd feeling in his stomach as he saw you smile and chuckle over again in the short span of time you had met him.

“Beautiful,” You glanced at the desktop placed on the side of your table and then looked back at him, “It's not gonna be an easy ride of you being my PA you might know the controversies that sparked in the past,”

“Yes, mam,” Remus nodded, his hands that were tightly clasped together was sweating profusely.

“You will be sent an email that will let you know about the rest of the details. Make sure you read it thoroughly,” You said, glancing at the computer screen again.

“Yes mam,” Remus said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Also, the date when you can join will be mentioned in the email itself,” you smiled at him, “And that’s about it,”

“Oh, alright,” Remus stood up slowly.

“Your appointed, Mr Lupin,” You said once again and watched as the glow finally found his face after your confirmation. He grinned happily and said, “Thank you very much, Ms (L/N),” and dashed out of the room without another word, leaving you feeling extremely happy for some reason as you returned to your tedious paper.

Two months, that’s how long you had known Remus and over time it was appropriate to say the two of you grew closer.

You had never had anyone to stand behind you and guide you to what is right, it was always you, yourself alone in the vast arena named society feeling scared and little in the insides while having a brave facade outside. It was extremely difficult to push everything aside and struggle to move forward alone and without proper guidance.

But ever since Remus was appointed two months ago, he had never left your side. It was as though somebody had stepped beside you on the high podium you stood on, facing what was worse than galloping hordes. The comforting aura radiating off him calmed the burning insecurity and fear drilled into you. He stood like a guard, a mentor and a…friend. You’d go a far as to say family as you saw the ways he behaved with your brother.

Remus never made you regret a thing in your regretful life. It was almost bewildering in the start at what he could do. He had made a tiny hole in the wall you had created for yourself from the world. And the little crack Remus created bombarded him with everything he knew that you wouldn't have told anyone else.

You weren’t aware how he knew all those things about you that even you didn’t. It was as though he knew exactly what you would do before you even thought of it. Remus Lupin did wonders to you.

And (Y/N) (L/N) did wonders to him. Remus couldn’t calm his nerves the first day he walked into your office in that posh suit and saw that bright sparkle in your beautiful eyes. He fell. Quite literally, it was extremely awkward when he tripped over his own foot and had to hold onto the door handle. But you had a smile and beckoned him inside saying it happens all the time and how you had to change the layout of the office.

Just as Sirius Black - the love god as he demanded to be called - predicted, by the end of the first month, Remus was smitten over you. He couldn’t find a reason to dislike you in fact, every minuscule detail he learned about you just made him like you more.

One drunken confession to the “love God”, Remus was clear of his feelings to you and he was never one to understand his feelings, rather run away from them and he had lost a handful of relations like that and he never wanted to do it again yet there wasn’t a chance he could tell them to you and the victim of the mess of his love life was James (Remus thought he deserved it).

Remus groaned, leaning back on his chair and rubbed his eyes. He received the mail for the annual conference that would be held where thousands of companies would be having a discussion. It was a really good idea but you hated it and just yesterday he had listened to you speak passionately against it, although Remus just heard the first few sentences and the rest of them falling into his deaf ears as he stared at you.

“Remus,” Lily shook his arm, “Remus!”

“I'm listening,” He mumbled and he didn’t have to see her to know she would have rolled her eyes.

“What is the email about?” She asked.

“Read it yourself, Evans,” he said with a sigh.

“Is this what you would have told to the love of your life?” she said but he could hear her voice drawl as she read the mail. Remus mumbled, “I don’t love,”

“Sure you don’t, Lupin,” she scoffed. Remus knew what was happening and who she was referring but he would dare say it himself and be teased relentlessly.

“So, why are you groaning to attend a conference,” Lily asked.

“She hates that,” Remus said, still not opening his eyes.

“Ah, she hates everything,” Lily said and he failed to notice the smirk on her lips as he defended you and glared at her.

“First of all, it’s overseas and she said they would be poorly organised. Second, she doesn’t hate everything, alright, you just don’t know what she likes,” He said, sitting straight on his chair.

“Sure, sure, Remus,” She said, teasing and left not before ruffling his mass curls, “You suck, do you that?”

”Yep, ask James of it!” She said, winking at him as Remus groaned, disgusted.

“Ms (L/N),” Remus managed to leave his seat 30 minutes later, mentally preparing himself. You looked at him with a bright smile and beckoned him in by waving your hand enthusiastically. It physically hurt Remus to think he would be the one delivering the news that would wipe the grin off your face.

“The annual conference-” Before Remus could even complete his sentence he saw your mood shift completely by how you slammed your head against your study desk. He winced.

“When is it?” He could hear you mumble. You would be thoroughly pissed if he told when it was. Remus shifted his weight from one foot to another and said, “Day after tomorrow,”

“Day after tomorrow!?” you yelled, whipping your head to look at him. Remus nodded apologetically.

And here you were two days later, in your private plane flying to a place where you dreaded to go. Although the only good thing in this was seeing Remus in a causal outfit other than his tailored black suit even that was overpowered by the fact that it was seven in the evening.

“We will be there in about two hours,” Remus said, scrolling through his phone, “You can take a nap and once we reach there we need to get to the location they sent by a car they have arranged,”

“They arranged a car?” You asked, blinking at him.

“Yes, they did,” he shrugged, closing his phone and keeping it in the holder. He looked into your bewildered eyes.

“Do we have a backup plan?” you asked, glaring at him.

“We-no? Why do we need a backup plan?” He asked, puzzled.

“Remus, do you remember when I told you about their ability to organising things?” You said, looking at him accusingly. Remus took a deep breath, he had not just forgotten them but ignored them too.

“Uh,” He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, “We-”

”Lupin, I swear I am not walking miles!” you scolded. And for some reason, Remus’ damned mind could predict exactly what Sirius would have said at the moment and was almost tempted to say the exact words he would have said, “I’ll carry you, don’t worry,” but Remus knew better.

“You won’t, promise,” He gave thumbs up, “Now, you get your needed nap, yeah?”

“Would you leave?” you asked, staring into Remus’ eyes with mixed emotions and he couldn't place a finger on what exactly it was to give a response, so he resorted to the good ol’, “Do you want me to leave?”

You took a deep breath. Did you want him to leave? You were torn between yourself. One part of you wanted him to stay with you, having no strength to battle with your thoughts alone although he wasn’t going to do much, his sole presence was comforting for you. The other part was scared. Scared of what he could do and just fear blocking every thought of yours.

But the fear, somehow, for the first time was brought down and you whispered, “Stay,” and who was Remus to disobey that.

After two exhausting hours confined in that plane, the first thing you did once you got off the plane was crack your joints while walking outside and Remus stood on the side chuckling at you.

“Well, you are the one who is supposed to do it,” You said, rolling your eyes with a smile. He walked to your side, “I don’t exactly ‘cause I knew how to sit on a plane,”

“Oh is it now?” You scoffed.

Remus hummed, “Yep!”

“How else do you sleep in that uncomfortable seat?”

“You wouldn’t kill me if I said, would you?” He asked, looking at you cautiously.

You shrugged, “It depends,”

“Alright. Um, that’s not reassuring but I’ll tell - you don’t sleep when you on a plane,” Remus said and watched as you whipped your head towards him and glaring.

“What sort of a creature are you?!”

“A good one,”

“Ooh, getting brave now are we, Lupin,” You bumped your shoulder with him and Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

“Remus, how long will it take?” You asked glaring at him, who spoke frantically to someone on his phone. The two of you were still in the airport after an hour or so and just like you warned the car has not yet arrived. You huffed and looked at the large window panels that showed the exit of the airport. The sun had already set, not a speck of it in the sky. It was pitch black, the half-moon already shining with the stars in its company.

You always loved staring at the sky. It not just reminded of your mother but her interpretation. She always considered the moon to be herself when she was younger. The little stars close to it were you and your brother and the rest all were her employees and comrades. She later said the moon was you and the stars behind you were every single person you would meet and the beautiful night sky was reserved for a special person. However, you tried to oppose her point, she stood her stand and told you that one day you will understand it and perhaps it was about time you did.

You felt someone touch your hand and when you turned to look, Remus was crouched before you, his scarred hand on top of yours. His bright eyes were apologetic as he stared into your eyes. He was confused about how watery it was. Remus scrunched his eyebrows, “Are you alright?” You nodded with a smile. Remus sighed and held your hand tightly in his.

“The car didn’t come, isn’t it?” you asked with a smirk. Remus ducked his head low. He always felt extremely guilty when he couldn’t do the job he was given and certainly not when he ignored the instruction.

He was surprised to hear you chuckle, “It’s alright,” You said, grinning at him.

Remus’ eyes widened, “Really?”

You shrugged, “There isn’t much that I can do now, is it?”

“I-I’m really sorry,” He hoped you would accept his apology.

You laughed, “It’s OK, Remus, calm down and think of how we are going there now,”

“Yes, about that the organizer said they would arrange us a motorbike,” Remus grimaced in anticipation of your reaction.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah, it’s actually there at the exit of the terminal,” he said.

“Ah! Can we use it then?” sitting on the edge of the seat you asked him with a childish excitement making Remus’ heart swell happiness. He stared at you with a mild smile on your face as he chuckled.

“That’s why it is there in the first place,” he said and watched your eyes lit up with no concern of the sass in his words that usually wasn’t ignored.

“I wanna see it!” You stood up abruptly and pulled him up with you. Although getting slightly intimidated by how he towered over you, the profound excitement of finally seeing a motorbike coursed through your veins like fire.

Remus chuckled, “Yes, of course,”

He couldn’t believe it. Remus couldn’t believe the sight before him - his ever stoic boss had her jaw dropped to the floor as she saw the motorbike.

It all quite made sense if he had to think of it, it was impossible for you to drive it down the streets anywhere back home but here it was rather unknown of your arrival, so you could zoom through the streets as you whished without a sense of fear. It was one of the reasons why you chose to travel in the night while announcing you would be leaving the country in the morning.

“Ahh, this is so beautiful!” you gushed, walking closer and running your hand across the seat, “Can I drive? Please?”

“As you should. I dunno to drive that,” Remus said, shrugging.

“It’s alright,” You waved your hand, dismissively, “I’m not gonna judge,”

As you swing your leg over the bike seat and adjust your coat, you said, “My mum got me one for my 18th birthday and I was obsessed over it, like that’s was my only means of transportation,”

“That’s brilliant,” Remus said as he planned the first thing he would do once he is back home.

You and Remus were high on adrenaline as the two of you zoomed into the night. The feeling of cutting through the air with wide grins and hollering happily was indeed beautiful and in the back of your mind, the astonishment of how long it had taken you for being like this again baffled.

But it all went down once the light drizzle became fully-fledged rain. Having to park the motorbike by some bus stop, the two of you held your jackets above your head and ducked inside, still grinning.

“Ah, the bike is getting wet,” you said, the thought dampening your mood.

“This doesn’t seem to be stopping any soon,” Remus said, taking a deep breath as he scanned the surroundings. It was pitch black except for the moon shining down at you. It was such a sight for sore eyes when Remus turned to look at you, your coat was tightly wrapped around yourself, your hair dripping with the rainwater, your eyes shining as you watched your surrounding. You looked divine.

Remus didn’t know what he was thinking when he took hold of your hand and ran out of the bus stop. “Remus! What are you doing!?” You yelled as he pulled you to the middle of the deserted road.

“You said to me once you loved dancing in the rain!” he said, pushing the water out of his eyes.

“But-” You looked around, the adrenaline still rushing inside and it indeed was your dream to be out in the streets dancing while rain poured down and the night sky guarded you. Remus let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving you as your legs slowly started moving as though by nature of the memory.

Time slipped through your hands and before you knew it, after all the laughter, you were back in Remus’ arms, staring into his eyes. You always loved them, feeling as though they held mystery amidst them although always raw. You knew on your fingertips how he felt at that moment when you could just see his eyes but now, it was unknown.

Remus had a gentle smile on his face as he protectively had his arms wrapped around your waist, a reassurance to himself that you were indeed protected from anything and everything. He leaned down to keep the two of you close and warm.

“Remus,” you whispered, silently. He smiled, allowing his eyes to shut as the echo of his name tumbling from your lips ran in his ears and before he knew it before he had control on himself, Remus blurted, “I love you,”

He was stunned to hear the tiny gasp leaving your mouth and his heart was wrenched out when he saw the disbelief and incredulity in your eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!?” you yelled and Remu was taken aback, “Is that what you ask after telling me you love me?!”

”I am sorry," his statement ended more like a question as he looked at you with wide eyes. The rain was still pouring and he didn’t know if it was the rain or your own tears in your eyes.

“Jerk!” You yelled, your fingers holding his drenched shirt tightly as your chest heaved rapidly.

Remus wasn’t confused, he was beyond just confused about your reaction. You were yelling at him like he was some stupid but never letting go of him and now he was never the best at these messes.

Clearing his mind off all the thoughts he cautiously moved his hand to rest on the side of your cheek and watched as your eyes closed, your own hand moving to hold his tightly.

Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead. He had never seen you more vulnerable as a sob escaped your lips and you slammed against his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around his torso.

It was the first time in three years had you been kissed on the forehead and that alone proved to you that Remus was different. He is your night sky.

Remus held you tightly in the comfort of his arms as you whispered “I love you” into his shoulder. He never knew when the rain stopped. And now the surrounding was fragile. It was just you and him in the deserted street, the freshly smelling earth, the stars and moon shining down at you…and love.

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