#rolling up to every inbox you can find hoping to catch a bleeding heart is not mutual aid

[afniel]

...and that's three spam asks just today...

[shinobimagpie]

Hello!!! Am i late for bingo 😬? Can I ask for a Shikatematayu with the prompt "nuclear diffense mode" please? I was thinking it would be fun a Shikamaru and Temari jealous about Tayuya spending a lot of time with someone else or maybe Orochimaru wanting Tayuya back to the sound village. (Sorry if i keep asking for the same OT3 but its your fault i ship them)

I wish for every fan-creator I know to have a follower like @anaaaaaa0120 a who requests their fave ships and tropes from them and makes their whole week!

Thank you SO much for this request, I literally gasped when this hit my inbox. Like, if there was a trope I really hoped someone would request it was this one, and then you attached it to my faves and kajdjldskfj! Thank you! Let’s suppose that Orochimaru dug up Kimmimaro, Edo Tensei’d his ass and sent him to either collect or eliminate his errant sound ninjas, because who doesn’t love a guy with swords in his arms? (Tayuya doesn’t, that’s who.) Also given that Tayuya seemed to be mildly terrified of Kimmimaro when he showed up in canon, one of the only people she ever seemed intimidated by, he struck me as a good challenging/scary opponent for the three of them. :)

I hope you enjoy reading this even half as much as I enjoyed writing it. 💜 Defender for the 25 Follower Bingo Event (requests still open until I get a bingo or hit 50) Characters: Tayuya/Temari/Shikamaru Prompts: Nuclear Defense Mode Warnings: Canon-typical violence and Tayuya-typical language The world tips and tilts in front of her as Tayuya struggles to pull herself up from the dirt at the base of the tree she’s just hit. Her lungs burn and her limbs feel like lead, the world around her a dull roar. What kind of attack she was aiming for before she hit the ground is lost on her, brain thoroughly rattled by being slapped halfway across the clearing. She’s lost her flute on the trip, sure from the wet streak she feels down the side of her face and neck that she’s blown out one of her goddamn eardrums, and no matter which way she tilts her head there is a high-pitched ringing fuzzed over everything. By the time her eyes focus, her opponent has vanished...

Fuck fuck fuck, which way is he coming from?

She senses the blow from above her a second before it connects; she doesn’t even truly see it, just feels the motion of the air barely soon enough to react and launch herself to one side.

She avoids a deadly strike in favor of an excruciating one.

Being slashed or stabbed is routine in this work, something Tayuya can normally endure and push past; her own chakra can heal a minor wound if she focuses enough. Having a bone blade wedged with force into an already twice-broken joint that hurts her even on some good days is entirely another matter.

Tayuya screams, recoiling around her wounded leg, slashing blindly at her attacker through watering eyes. He spares a hand to block her blow but it’s evident from the casual way he proceeds to twist her wrist back, his cold expression barely changing, that she doesn’t truly concern him as a threat now.

That he hasn't just killed her already means she probably never did.

Shit; he's been dead all this time but with her mark sealed even years of training hasn’t let her match him...

Tayuya feels panic wash over her with a fresh wave of pain, trying to center herself enough to pull together a scream with some good concussive force behind it. If she can just catch her breath, get some distance…

And then she hears it.

“GET OFF OF HER!!"

Temari’s voice, thundering over them, shrill with utter rage.

"Wind Style! Concussive Gale!"

What feels and sounds like a miniature hurricane slams through the clearing, ripping the startled Kimmimaro off his feet and half the trees off their roots. Tayuya feels the breath practically sucked from her lungs with the force of it, although somehow she stays anchored to the ground as it rushes over her.

Temari comes tearing past her a second later with a furious scream, excess chakra pouring off of her with the next swing of the war fan. A narrowly focused blow of air slams her regrouping opponent right back to the ground with a deafening crack that shakes the earth.

Tayuya lies stunned and breathless in the dust, transfixed by Temari for several moments before she registers Shikamaru’s presence, melting out of the remaining forest’s darkness at her side. The tendrils of shadow he’s held her down with fall loose around her as she pulls herself up to sitting and his hand finds her cheek, sliding back along her jaw to thread his fingers securely in her hair. Tayuya feels more than a little like collapsing into his arms for a moment, and not just because her knee is definitely broken for a third time.

“Are you alright?” Shikamaru’s voice is tight with anger and worry despite her immediate nod, his dark brows knitting as his eyes flicker between her and Temari, assessing which of them needs his assistance more. He quickly settles on Tayuya; Temari seems to have Kimmimaro on his back foot for the moment, keeping him pinned with relentless attacks that roll into one another.

“I lost my flute,” Tayuya says dumbly, heartbeat rushing in her ears. Her cheek still feels hot where he’s touched as Shikamaru shifts back to wrap his hands around her bleeding knee, putting painful but necessary pressure on the wound. She curses, but doesn’t waste time pulling bandaging from her belt and starting to wrap the joint up tightly. She can’t just lay here, can’t keep him distracted. Temari is keeping Kimmimaro down for now but it took a bowl-cut on steroids and a fucking jinchuriki to take him out before...

“We’ll find the flute,” Shikamaru tells her firmly, eyes fixing reassuringly on hers as he helps wrap her kneecap. “And we’ll bury this asshole again while we’re at it.”

Tayuya swallows hard at the rumble in his voice, the way his eyes take on a vicious gleam as they settle beyond her shoulder on Kimmimaro. He doesn't seem nearly as worried as Tayuya feels he ought to be...

She looks back to see Temari whipping aside a volley of bone projectiles with her fan, still incandescent with anger, chakra steaming from her skin in almost-visible ribbons. She shouts as she winds her weapon back for another strike and Tayuya finds herself sharply reminded - with dry mouth and pounding heart - that Temari was nearly a jinchuriki herself. Shikamaru tugs her bandaging tight and gets back to his feet, offering Tayuya an arm up, an impressed smirk stealing across his face as they both pause to take in Temari’s ferocity for a moment more. "Think she needs a hand?" Tayuya suggests, pulling a summoning scroll from her waist; time for a different approach. Shikamaru tugs a flash bomb from his vest pocket and smiles in a positively vicious way that makes Tayuya want to kiss him more than a little. "Come on, let's not let her have all the fun."

[disconnected-from-reality]

Fanfic Rec: 00Q Part 3

It’s been more than a year! I have totally been procrastinating in doing this if I’m truly honest. A lot of things happened in my life as well! There are good and bad things, but what matters most is that I still have a number of fics to recommend for you! I haven’t stopped reading, don’t worry. 

Also I think it’s a good time to post my list. The next Bond movie has released its trailer and the 00Q crumbs we got from the trailer got a lot of shippers back on board. If you’re that person, you might want to check these fanfics out! 

To see the other parts, click here for part 1 and for part 2.

Let Love In by dhampir72  [Words: 21,437 | Teens and Up Audiences] They're still learning that love is more of a journey and less of a destination. [A series of interconnected vignettes].

Ulysses by girlbookwrm [Words: 89,065 | Teens and Up Audiences] “Paperwork for the new head of Q-Branch,” Tanner said. “Of course.” The words were like glass in his throat. Smoke inhalation was a bitch. His brain felt slow and foggy, like it was full of smoke too. “Who shall I take them to?” M lifted one white brow. “They’re for you, Quartermaster.” Bond and Q are drawn together by names, work, and a certain Aston Martin. In which Q is kidnapped once, Bond is poisoned twice, and Eve is a badass on at least three occasions. AKA that time I tripped and wrote 80,000 words of 00Q. All titles unapologetically stolen from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Espionage is a Family Affair by nagapdragon [Words: 78.403 | Mature] It's common knowledge that angels make good weapons and terrible soldiers. They're hard to kill, hard to catch, and leave a swathe of destruction wherever they go. That's why MI6 likes them. James Bond, Agent 007, is one of the most devastating weapons MI6 will admit to having. Explosions follow his every whim and he's nearly impossible to kill, despite the best efforts of terrorists worldwide. He's second only to the weapons MI6 pretends don't exist- archangels are only a theory, after all. Aren't they?

Bond to You by therunawaypen [Words: 5,749 | Mature] Bond isn't a name. It's a rare breed of people that have designated soulmates, to whom a Bond will be eternally faithful to. Every child dreams of being a Bond's Chosen soulmate. James uses his status as a Bond to seduce many a mark into thinking they're his Chosen, while deep down he resents his identity because he has been unable to find his Chosen. Then he meets Q that fateful day in front of that painting.

How Q Hacked Online Dating by JayPendragon [Words: 23,836 | Explicit] “How does that lead to…?” Eve waves her hand at the mess behind Q’s back. Q feels his expression morph into a sly grin. “I have a new plan. I’m going to stay on these dating platforms, but I’m going to treat them as databases. Rather than waiting for an algorithm to set me up, I'm going to try reverse-engineering this entire system.” In which Q works in the private sector, still winds up friends with Eve, and applies science to his love life. Obviously, Eve gets involved.

Leading Edge by Batsutousai  [Words:  7,251 | Teens and Up Audiences] All fae-born were raised on stories of how cruel dragon-borns were, how they had no care for anyone outside themselves and their greed, that they would sell their own mother's soul to the devil before allowing themselves to be hurt. They were told that all dragon-borns were to be killed on sight, and taught spells that would do just that, if ever given the chance. It would be just Q's luck that one of his agents was dragon-born.

Pen and Paper by Salios [Words:  5,300 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q wrung his hands anxiously, teeth gnawing at his lower lip. It was a bad habit, biting his lip, but he couldn’t help it when he was nervous. And he really did have reason to be nervous. Well, excited to the point of nearly crippling nervousness, actually. Today he’d finally get to meet his boyfriend of three years. For the first time ever.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron [Words: 10,538 | Teens and Up Audiences]   “I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.” “Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate. “My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker. (or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

A Common Solution by SailorChibi  [Words:  17,654 | Teens and Up Audiences] Bond has been ignoring his biological needs. Boothroyd is retiring and MI6 is in need of a new Quartermaster. What do these two things have in common? They both have an easy solution... if only M can get Bond to extract a certain hacker  NOTE: This does not have the “James Bond/Q” tag, but I’ll add it in my list anyway.

Taken by Nana_41175 [Words: WIP | Explicit]    Or, the cheating fic that *nearly* is! Q is engaged to be married, but not to Bond. Excerpt: Bond blinked. “Boyfriend? What do you mean, boyfriend?” “I mean exactly that,” said Moneypenny. “Honestly, what’s the matter with you? Q’s been seeing someone for over a year. And if I’m not mistaken, Daniel is going to pop the question on him this evening. Dan asked me for advice on the ring, after all.” NOTE: This is currently a WIP fanfic, but it’s almost done with 2 chapters left to be posted. Would be a bummer if I don’t add it, right? 

His Keeper by Nana_41175 [Words:  45,482 | Explicit] Protecting the Quartermaster entails a special set of circumstances, and Q is the last one to know. Excerpt: “Your identity has been compromised,” M said as he leaned forward in his chair, his features grim even as his tone remained even and calm. “I am standing you down from all your duties in Q branch. Kindly hand in all personal computers and devices. I am placing you on administrative leave, effective immediately. You need to disappear for a while, Q, for your own safety. Think of this as the holiday you never had these past two years. We will get down to the bottom of this and repair the damage done; otherwise I shall have to ask you to step down. ”Q gaped at him, finally speechless. “At any rate, quartermasters are entitled to double-O agents as bodyguards, when the need arises, and he personally volunteered,” M continued as though he’d not just dropped the equivalent of a bomb and a death sentence through slow torture rolled into one, “and I do agree that under the circumstances, 007 would be the best choice as your bodyguard.”

Daddy and Uncle James by 1MissMolly [Words:  26,115 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond can remain cool and collected in the most trying of circumstances. He is an expert at hand to hand combat and marksman with numerous weapons. He can seduce any woman or man he chooses. He has the highest success rate at achieving his goals, and he has his sights on the young Quartermaster. The only thing standing in his way is the only thing that will surely defeat him. A six year old girl named Elizabeth Park. Bond's planned seduction of Q is interrupted by the arrival of Q's daughter, Lizzie.

Treason, Traitors, and Treachery by Kryptaria, zooeyscigar [Words:  63,230 | Mature] All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn't working alone.Thankfully, neither is James.

Playing the Part by ElektricAngel [Words: 23,116 | Teens and Up Audiences] James Bond comes into Q Branch after a mission with all of his equipment accounted for and in tact, and a complete mission report in Q's inbox. Q is pleasantly surprised and more than a little suspicious. Rightly so, as it happens, because Bond makes an unusual request of him. And yet, his license to kill is not the only thing that makes the man difficult to say no to...

Breathe With Me by Flantastic [Words: 7,575 | Explicit] When James Bond goes back to MI6 following his disastrous relationship with Dr Madeleine Swann, Q wants nothing to do with him. Then there's an accident in Q-Branch...

Bittersweet by dr_girlfriend [Words:  14,229 | Explicit] The first time Bond flirted with Q, it was purely out of self-defense. The second time Bond flirted with Q was largely manipulation. The third time Bond flirted with Q, he just wanted to feel something. The fourth time Bond flirted with Q was out of sheer boredom.Somehow, flirting with Q became something of a habit for Bond.And then, it became something else.

A Bond of Matrimony by enigma_kar [Words: 12,691 | Mature] The one where Bond’s next mission involves going undercover with Q. Includes: banter, fake marriage, espionage, car chases, life-or-death situations, and Moneypenny taking far too much delight in the whole affair.

as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron [Words: 6,002 | Teens and Up Audiences] Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

just like old times (please don’t ever change) by Rosslyn  [Words:  5,173 | Teens and Up Audiences] Sometimes when Q is alone in his workshop and there is an experiment that needs to be supervised and he can’t go home and he can’t sleep, he watches Bond’s vitals.

How Much Love Can the Weight of Water Carry? by 00QEros (Dassandre) [Words: 39,549 | Explicit] Though Bond returned to MI6 after his ill advised jaunt around the globe with Madeleine Swann, Q still struggles with his own feelings for the agent in spite of the fact that Bond is clearly not the same man as the one who walked away from their friendship on Westminster Bridge. James regrets having left London and MI6, but it is nothing in comparison to the remorse he feels for abandoning Q. However, James has made repairing their friendship his primary goal in the hope of gaining something he never realised he needed as badly as he does. But Bond really hasn’t had a good time of it lately. Breaking his leg in a freak accident, James camps out at Q’s flat when the white-washed, soulless walls of Medical become too much for him to tolerate. Unfortunately, his leg is only the beginning of Bond’s health problems, and Q is conscripted into being James’ caretaker. Confined to the close quarters of Q’s flat, the Quartermaster finds himself opening back up to the agent, but will the two men find their way to one another as they should have done years ago, or is time no longer on their side?

So I guess that’s it for now! I still have a couple in my belt, but most of them are still WIP so I’d keep them for now. I’ll be adding them once they are finished. 

[futurewriter2000]

Reality ~ Pt. 5

A/N: Oh my God, I worked on this for so long but I finally finished and I really hope you guys like it. I’m sorry for not posting as much as before but I’m really focusing on school and my grades are really good, so I’m mostly behind books. Send me some feedback if you want, my inbox has been pretty lonely lately. Like draught has taken over and man my notes are dropping, wtf. Anyways. Enjoy.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader x Mulciber

TAGS: @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @nadinissavage, @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124, @loserslytherpuff, @chloe-geoghegan1, @musekala, @moonysmilkshake, @crispyfrenchfrieschrusis, @unicorn-sparkles123, @queenofravenclaw05, @redhead-weasley, @fashionlive15, @quokkatrash, @bennie-badeend, @sly-vixen-up2nogood, @rosegoldquintis  (If I forgot to tag anyone just let me know in my inbox okay. These tags are getting me confused) 

Other parts —> MASTERLIST Xx

How you got here was just another question you kept pondering in your head as you continued to lay in the arms of your boyfriend. One of his hands was holding your around your stomach while the other was stretched on the matress, naked and revealing his dark skull-shaped tattoo. 

He is not dark. He cannot be dark. His touch can be so gentle, his eyes so kind when they fall on you...but who are you fooling, (y/n)? 

*flashback*

"HE DID WHAT!? AND YOU-YOU KISSED HIM BACK!?!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, his fists clenched so tight that his nails caused his palm to bleed.

He was hurt. He was truly hurt that his girlfriend's lips were on any other but his enemy.

"I pushed away, Mulciber! I pushed away because I'm in love with you and not him! I pushed away because I realized that I don't love him!" you shouted back, tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes without any permission to.

"He's- he's-" he struggled with words. "He's DEAD!" he screamed so loudly you felt every bone in your body shake and your heart stop for a second.

"Mulciber." you spoke softly now, avoiding his glare. " Don't do anything stupid." you stepped closer and took a hold of his fist, unclenching it and tracing your fingertips against the scars he left.

He looked down on you with a glare, gritting his teeth and trying to bottle up the anger he wanted to release. " He's going to pay! " he growled dangerously, barely in control of his emotions.

"Can you stop, Mulciber!" you snapped and he looked at you with a stunned look on his face. " Stop acting like a child! It was a meaningless kiss that just proved how much I love you! Don't listen to jealous and angry voices in the back of your head! Listen to me! If I held any feelings towards Sirius I wouldn't be here with you! I wouldn't be here having this fight and trying to solve it! I wouldn't be telling you the truth and I definitely wouldn't be trying to accept the mark you got on your forearm! I know you're not a monster! It just came out wrong!" you shouted, panting quietly and trying to catch some air as he only stared.

He stared at you with eyes that couldn't hold anger anymore. They were full of lust and love that was only directed to one specific person. You. You and your stupid effect on him that worked like a charm. Your eyes and your lips and everything that came so beautifully with this stunning person in front of him. You.

And as much as he wanted to be stubborn and angry at you for kissing back Sirius Black, he kissed you. Roughly, passionately,... Like the burning jealousy inside made him kiss you so good no man could ever match him.

*end of flashback*

Your nails now wandered on his forearm, following the snake that came out from the terrifying skull and lightly scratching him awake.

"I love you." he whispered sleepily in your ear. Lovely, raspy and sleepy words which made you smile and flutter your heart as you turned your head to meet his eyes. 

It was the first time he ever said that. First time. He never said those three gorgeous, powerful words to you that sounded like magic at the very moment. Because this man, who is supposed to be toxic, cruel and malicious, has now spoken words no other would ever believe.

You stared at him with a beam and blinking a few times to be sure if you're not dreaming. "I really hope you'd say it back or this will end up being a very embarassing situation." he grinned and you rolled over on him, leaving a few squeaks as you placed yourself right on top of him.

You pulled the covers up to your nose and watched him with all joy that you felt. " Say it again."

He chuckled at your bubbly-self and rolled his eyes. " I-" he smiled and wrapped him, squeezing you. “ Love you.” 

"I love you too." you finally said back and rubbed your nose against his before kissing his softly on the lips.

---

You never accepted the Dark Mark nor the Mulciber who wanted to serve the Dark Lord but you knew one thing for sure: You loved him and he loved you. And if any cliché movie and book told you is that love can concern everything.

It's total bullshit but you had a plan for it. You had a plan to make Mulciber turn away from the dark path.

So, you didn't worry.

"I think your roots are coming out." said one of your friend as you ate breakfast with them. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to the hairdresser soon." you smiled.

"What are you going to do? Dye them rainbow?" they all started to tease and you only quirked an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know but maybe if you grew them long again and dye them normal colour, you'd look like a girl again." she smirked and you dropped your fork on the plate.

How ready you were to have a bloodbath with this Hufflepuff at the very moment but that is not who you were.

Quirking an eyebrow at her first, you slowly chewed the food in your mouth and stretched the fakest smile you could. " You know what, Liza? You are completely right. I'll just let my normal natural (y/h/c) grow back and long like it used to be." you pushed away a plate and got on your feet. "Can't believe how stupid I was." you let out a fake laugh and they laughed along.

"You're welcome." she beamed and you waved at her goodbye, turning her your back and changing your expression as it was before.

---

You were gone for a whole day. One whole day. Nobody didn't know where you were and Remus Lupin was completely losing it.

Why? - Because both of you had a transfiguration project due today and you had all the research. He hoped that when he walked in the class, you'd be there with papers in your hands and that bubbly smile of yours. But you weren't. You were not in the classroom with the other Hufflepuffs.

"Liza! Have you seen, (y/n)?" he asked as he ran over to her and another Hufflepuff. He was desperate and on the verge of ripping his hair.

"Nope. Not since this morning. I think I offended her a bit at breakfast."

"Offended? Offended her how?" Remus quirked an eyebrow and Sirius looked her way as well.

" Girl thing." Liza smirked proudly with a thought of holding any power over you.

Sirius smirked and started to pull out his quill and books. You? Offended? Sure. He chuckled to himself and finally sat on the seat next to James.

Remus sat down as well, his heart rate racing and his eyes bulging out of his head. His thoughts were so wild in his head that he didn't even see you come in the classroom, unlike Sirius who almost fell off his chair at the sight.

" Hey, Remus." you smiled and sat down next to him, placing your bag down on the floor and pulling out a pack of papers.

Remus shot his head to you almost breaking his neckr but it took him only a few moments to realize that the girl next to him really is different today. " (y/n)?" he blurted out, almost as he wasn't sure.

"Remus?" you smiled, your eyes twinkling.

"Your hair?" he pointed breathlessly at your short hair. Completely short at the back of your head while at front fell long strands of light violet hair.

"Yeah. Isn't it cool?" you smiled and ran your hand through them, flipping them on one side.

" You look great!" he beamed, observing your hair and causing the Hufflepuffs in front of you to turn around in their seat.

" (y/n)?" Liza scoffed with a smile. "You look like a boy!" she started laughing hysterically and the girls next to her as well.

Sirius stare shot up to the Hufflepuffs and he was prepared to say something back but you cut him off by looking down at your breasts. "No, I don't think so. My breasts are still bigger than yours and-" you stopped and narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, pretending to ponder a thought. " Yeah, bigger guts too. You see, Liza? I look good in long hair, short hair and I think if I decided to have rainbow hair, I'd still be better looking than your ugly arse." you smirked at her before turning to Remus and his wildly charming smirk. "I added a few more excerpts for Reparo and Revelio if that's okay with you. Just so if she doesn't like it, extra points for the longer report." you winked and he beamed at you.

"You are-" he took the papers from your hands and browsed through the report. "Amazing."

---

You’ve been the gossip of the day with your new change. There wasn’t a student who didn’t hear about your hair and you found it funny how one hairstyle could be the biggest gossip of the whole school.

Since Mulciber heard the gossip, he grew so impatient to see you that he ditched his Arithmancy class just to find you. He walked the corridors with a quick pace, his expression lethal as always and his eyes scaring away every student who crossed his path.

It took him tiny little doubts to stop at one student and petrify him. Just to taste his fear for a little while, to feel more powerful for one small second... But his curiosity for you was far stronger, so he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room and made his way to your dorm.

He opened the door gently and slowly, peeking inside. “ (y/n), love?” he spoke softly and with a grin.

He came in, looking around the five beds and making his way towards yours. He sat on the bed right next to your bright yellow pillows and took a framed photo in his hands. It was a photo of both of you laughing even before the two of you started dating. During the holidays when you stayed at your aunt’s house, neighbor to Mulciber’s home. He chuckled and carefully placed it back where it belonged.

“ Mulciber?” a soft voice came from the bathroom door. “ Wha-what are you doing here?” you asked, putting a hood over your head and zipping up the hoodie up to your neck.

“ I heard my girl got a new haircut and I’ve been dying to see it.” he grinned and you felt tears spike your eyes. His grin immediately disappeared from his lips and he carefully took a few steps forward. “ What’s wrong?” 

“ No-no-nothing’s wrong.” you stepped a few steps back and felt a tear fall down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away. “ Shite.” you forced a smile on your lips and try to avoid his gaze.

“ Love, you are terrible at lying to me.” he walked closer and reached for your hands. “ Now, tell me what’s wrong?”

“ I- I-” you stammered and felt tears roll down your cheeks without any of your control. “ I look awful!” you suddenly broke down. “ The-they pissed me off because they didn’t like my hair a-and I was so stupid and told the hairdresser to cut them all off!” you sobbed and he pulled you into a hug, placing his head on top of yours and rocking you left and right.

“ You don’t look awful.” he said and kissed the top of your hood. Slowly pulling you away, cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. His hand followed to your hood and slowly put it off, to reveal your new, short, bright violet hair, falling down your sides. “ Wow.” he smiled breathlessly with a glint in his eyes. “ You look just beautiful.”

You smiled at him and felt his hand run through your short hair. All you wanted to do was prove those girls they don’t have any power over you or that the stereotype of girls having long hair is crap. And you liked it at first but now looking in the mirror with your bright violet hair made you want to cry and grow them back.

“ You, my dear.” he smiled, lifting up your chin and leaning his forehead on yours. “ Look absolutely stunning in your crazy hair. I think I just fell in love with you more.” he continued and you let out a small laugh. He pulled you into a kiss, soft and gentle as he always was when it came to loving you. “ And if anybody has a problem with them, they have a problem with me too.”

---

" Lupin - Johnson, Prince - Longbottom, Potter - Evans, Pettigrew - Hollows, (y/n) - Black..." you shot your head up immediately, staring at Professor Sprout.

"No, no, no, no, no..." you murmured to yourself and turned in your chair to face his devilish grey eyes. "No!" you pointed your finger at him but he only grinned.

" What an odd coincidence." he wiggled his eyebrows and licked the bottom of his lip, grinning.

"You did this on purpose!"

"Me?" he played daftly but kept the grin present. " How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!"

"Har- har." you retorded before turning to Remus.

You knew this was all his fault. He was the only one of the four smart enough to pull this off. He caught your gaze and immediately turned it away, tensing up from your angry energy.

" You are a dead man, Lupin."

----

“ Thyme has numerous magical properties. It is available as an essential oil, it can be burned as incense and the leaves can be made into poultices and teas.” Sirius read while your pen scribbled along on the piece of paper. “ Thyme’s associations include healing, love, psychic knowledge and purification.” he continued and read the next line carefully, smirking midway. “ Thyme is associated with two planets, Mercury and Venus; with the element of water; and with Taurus and Libra. “ he closed the book and threw it on the table while you continued to write the last words you heard from him. After you finished, you looked up from the report and at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“ Why did you stop?” you asked perplexed by his sudden change of mood.

“ You know who else’s planet is Venus?” he leaned forward on his chair, eyes twinkling. “ Scorpio’s.”

“ You’re joking!” you scoffed and backed away from the report. You leaned on your chair, crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him with amusement. “ This is going to be fun.” you mumbled and continued to watch his grin spread as well as the mischief in his eyes.

“ You know who else is Scorpio?” he continued and you only watched. “ Me. “

“ What an interesting fact.” you pretended to be amazed, gasping dramatically as he only chuckled.

“I know right. And us Scorpio, well, you know us, we’re passionate...” he now leaned more forward, something else shimmering in his eyes. Something completely more dangerous. “ ...stubborn..” he continued, leaning closer. “ ...determined...” his voice started to lower into a more angry yet seductive. “...and we get jealous really quickly. "

You smirked and placed your hand over his face, pushing him further away from you. " And my horoscope is just about not giving a damn about whatever comes out from your mouth, except anything related to Thyme and its magical properties."

" Okay then. " he grinned and leaned back on his chair, mirroring your posture. " Thyme doesn't understand how Venus is good for her and how Mercury is not. "

You scoffed once again, seeing his metaphore. " Thyme is completely alright with planet Mercury. "

" Yeah but Venus knows her better than Mercury. Venus knows what's good for her and Mercury doesn't."

"And what does Venus say what's good for Thyme, huh?"

"Well, dating Mercury is a first. He joined the Death Eaters and I hardly doubt he didn't get the Dark Mark already. One thing leads to another and Mercury is growing dark and pulling Thyme with it." he spoke in more serious tone, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, at least Mercury gives me something Venus never could. "

"Sex? Because God knows I could-"

"Love!" you cut him off, standing up. "It's love! Something you never gave. You think you love me, Sirius, when all you do is being possessive over me because your ex  got together with your biggest enemy!"

" NO! NO!" he bellowed back, growling. " It's not because I love you or don't love you! It's because I know that you think you're being all bad-arse and cool, hanging around with him and his friends but all you're doing is following him into the darkness! I know that's not you! I just know it deep inside you're not the person you want to be. "

"I don't pretend Sirius!"

"I know you don’t but you're acting out! He's not the one for you! As much as you want him to not submit to the Dark Lord, you're wrong! Sooner or later he's gonna do it and whatever you want to do you can't! I'm sorry but you can't!"

"Yes, I can! He loves me!"

"He's a pureblood, (y/n)! And like any pureblood, he'll choose reputation and family over anybody! Over you!"

"You didn't."

"I'm different!"

"Oh, here we go again with the egoism." you huffed and rolled your eyes. "Bravo, Sirius."

“I- UGHH!” he clenched his fingers and ran his hands through the sides of his head. “ You are unbelievable to argue with!” he growled angrily in desperation to which you found oddly amusing and funny.

You never saw this side of Sirius. The angry Sirius, the desperate Sirius. He really tried to prove a point to you right now to which you did nothing but continue to avoid.

You let out a small hum, similar to laughter. You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the situation, confusing him even more.

“What?” he asked, firstly completely perplexed with one of his thick black eyebrow quirking up before his lips spread into a grin. “What are you laughing about?”

“You.” you chuckled and continued to smile at him. “Us. Look at us. We’re bickering like two old married couple. ” you let out another chuckle and he smiled as well.

“Two old married couple.” he repeated so quietly you could barely hear the disbelief in his voice.

“Look.” you spoke after the chuckling settled down. “I know you don’t like Mulciber and I am completely aware of him and his loyalty to the Dark Lord. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. If he decides to choose him over me, I get to live with that. It wouldn’t be my first heartbreak.” you simpered and his smile quickly faded, taking a hold of your hand.

“I never meant for you to get through all that. I never meant of us to break up so ugly as we did. ” he spoke softly with guilt in his tone.

“Sirius, it’s okay.”

“No, let me finish.” he sighed and took a deep breath in. “ You’re right. I do have a big ego and I’d do anything to keep my reputation right but what I got taught at the Potters all those years is that doing the right thing, that’s what matters not reputation. So yes, I do need to apologize to you because I never slept with you or your best friend but I started a rumor that I did and I shouldn’t have done that. It just came out so wrong and under so much pressure, I didn’t know a clue I was doing… But please don’t smoke or go dark. You don’t deserve that.”

You giggled at his last two sentences. “ I won’t go dark, don’t you worry. ” you pulled away from his hold and turned back to the books. “ Or smoke but I will force you to finish this Thyme assignment with me.” you smiled and he let go of your hands to grab the book. 

He opened it on the page he closed on before and cleared his throat. Before he started, his eyes glanced one more time to you. “ I love the hair by the way. It’s different.” he smiled and you looked up to meet his eyes as well. 

His eyes that held something so lovely inside. A mystery you couldn’t decide but felt the answer to. So, ignoring every single flare that lit up between the two of you, you shook your head and simpered. “ Thanks.”