#treacherous fic

[elihashadenough]

Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?

a/n: part 4 is here, i just wanted to take a moment and just say thank you to everyone showing love to all of my fics and yeah i hope you enjoy it :)

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

[series masterlist]

www.formula1news/redbulldriversinaromanticrelationship

Prepare yourselves for a revelation that could rock the foundations of the racing world. Fresh off yesterday's adrenaline-pumping race, an anonymous source has spilled the beans with compelling evidence, painting a scandalous picture of Redbull's rivalry duo. Forget podium celebrations; the two Redbull drivers weren't just celebrating their victories to an entirely unexpected level, engaging in intimate moments, sharing more than just victories. Brace yourselves, folks, because it appears the track rivalry has taken an unexpected turn into the realm of romance.

The whispers of the newfound romance between the two Redbull drivers are rippling through the media. Forget the professional facade; it seems that the thrill of victory has ignited a different kind of spark between the two Redbull racers. The photos and evidence speak volumes, capturing elusive moments that beg the question: are they more than just teammates?

In the cutthroat world of Formula 1, where rivalries are forged on the track, this off-track revelation is bound to send shockwaves. 'Friends' don't usually blur the lines between celebration and intimacy, and this newfound closeness could spell trouble for the Redbull team. With both star drivers romantically entangled, the impact on their on-track performance and the team dynamic is poised to be nothing short of sensational this season.

As the smokescreen of camaraderie lifts, the real question arises: will the on-track rivalry morph into a personal one? The last race already provided a glimpse into the friction between the drivers, and it seems the drama is just getting started. Will the asphalt become the stage for not only racing prowess but also a battleground for love and tension?

And let's not forget the intrigue surrounding Y/n, whose rumoured involvement with the Redbull driver were put to rest by his manager a couple seasons ago. One cannot help but think could this 'relationship' be the catalyst behind Y/n's abrupt shift from Ferrari to Redbull? The pieces of this scandalous puzzle are falling into place, unveiling a narrative that transcends the not so typical drama of the racing world.

Examining their career trajectories adds fuel to the fire. Y/n's journey began with a bang, securing P2 in his final Formula 2 race before joining McLaren in the 2016 season. After a brief stint, he spent seven years with Ferrari before the unexpected transfer to Redbull. Max, on the other hand, made his Formula 1 debut with Scuderia Toro Rosso in 2015, solidifying his place with Redbull in 2016 and staying put ever since.

The burning question remains: will this on-and-off track relationship sizzle into an exhilarating love story, or will it flame out in spectacular fashion? The impact on team dynamics and on-track relationships is poised to be monumental. Fasten your seatbelts, F1 fans – the next race might just be the battleground for love, rivalry, and everything in between. What are your predictions for this unprecedented twist in the Redbull saga? Share your thoughts as we watch this high-speed drama unfold on and off the track.

i haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

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[oliviabelova]

oh shit i think i just accidentally tore down the batman universe and rebuilt it to fit with my fic

[moonlightspencie]

Till the Gravity's Too Much

Chapter 5 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

this is a turning point chapter

Being able to switch over to almost exclusively working on medicine for the Order was a blessing and a half. Of course, you were a bit nervous when you first decided to switch over, but after the encouragement from Remus and Sirius, you felt a little better about it. You spoke with Dumbledore about the change privately, letting him be the one to break the news to everyone else. You could tell there were a few who disagreed with you stepping back from being so deeply involved, but the majority was supportive: and that was enough for you.

For as good as things were going with the Order, they were even better at work. You were in the lab with Nemora to work on that no-longer-entirely-experimental extract you’d used on Remus for the first time months ago. You and Nemora finally named the herb ‘arcitasanen’, and decided to make a real potion with the extract of the plant. You ended up using a bit of dittany, the arcitasanen, neem, and salt water. Theoretically, it was designed to be less painful and more fast-acting than the extract on its own.

“Okay, I promise I didn’t do this on purpose,” you say to Nemora as you lift up your pant leg. “But I cut myself shaving, and I may or may not have done anything to help it so that we could test out the new potion.”

Nemora put her hands on her hips, being sure to give you a stern look. Though she already started walking backwards to grab the potion from one of the tables you had used to mix a few test vials. She hurried over to you as you propped your leg up on a stool.

“I don’t approve of this, by the way.”

“Right. And it was all very stupid and immature of me,” you say mindlessly. “Now, let’s see if it works cause this thing has been stinging like a son of a bitch all day.”

She hid a small laugh at that, dabbing the potion on a cotton cloth. “Ready, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She pressed the cloth to the cut, and you winced out of habit. But, that was just it: it was purely out of habit. You laughed incredulously.

“That’s a hell of a fast-acting potion,” you exclaim, beaming. 

She lifted the cloth, practically squealing when she saw the cut had disappeared. Not even the faintest mark left over. 

“Oh my days, we did it!”

“We did it!” you repeated, springing up on both feet to wrap her in a tight hug. “Nemora, you are a genius! ”

“Oh, I know I am, dear,” she replied with a small laugh, squeezing you just as tight. “But you were as much of a part of this as I am.”

“Oh!” You let go of the hug, stepping back with stars in your eyes. “Holy shit. I have to go tell Remus!”

She gave you a knowing look that you promptly ignored as you grabbed a vial and ran out of the building. As soon as you were in the open, you apparated to Remus’s cottage, breathing heavily from sheer joy and excitement. You pounded on the door, and were greeted by a tired-looking Lupin. He gave you a curious expression.

“What’s got you all–”

“We did it!”

He quirked a brow, rubbing his cheek with one hand. “Did what, exactly?”

“Do you remember that herb essence I used on you a while back?”

He nodded. “Of course I do.”

“It’s not just an essence anymore,” you beamed, pushing past him.

“Come on in,” he said a bit sarcastically.

“ Someone’s grumpy.”

“ Someone woke me from a rather pleasant nap.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the vial into his chest. “Fast acting, nearly painless, no marks left behind.”

His eyes widened a little. “Really?”

“Really. It’s a fully-fledged potion now. No scarring, little to no pain, and works in seconds . Rem, this is a game-changer!”

A smile spread on his face. “Wow. I’m… so proud of you. This is incredible.”

“All thanks to you. I never would’ve gotten this job if not for you.”

He smiled softly. “I’m sure you’d be changing lives somewhere no matter what.”

You looked at him for a moment, sighing softly. Even exhausted, you could swear he was glowing somehow. The sun setting cast a beautiful light in the room, and it reflected off of his soft brown hair in a way that nearly had your heart stopping. You only snapped out of it once he ducked his head to try and get your attention.

“You alright?” he asked, the faintest bit of a cheeky smile on his face.

You nodded quickly, glancing away for a moment before looking back at him.

“Great. Truly, I’ve never been better. And now… now next time you get hurt I won’t have to come save the day,” you joked softly.

He shook his head. “You say that as if I don’t enjoy you coming to tend to me.”

“You do?”

His smile faded to a simple aura of contentment. “Yes. I do.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to spend more time with you when you’re not ill, then.”

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably at that, seemingly snapping out of his contentment. He cleared his throat.

“So… tea?” he asked, already turning for the kitchen.

You sighed, biting back a groan of exasperation. You tailed the man as he walked to his kitchen.

“Remus…”

“You like earl grey, yeah?”

“Remus,” you said again.

He glanced at you with wide eyes as soon as he stopped at the stove. “Yes?”

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” 

He shook his head, filling the kettle.

“Changing the subject or literally running off every time…” you huffed a breath.

“I don’t run off.”

“Yes, you do!”

He stayed silent, turning on the stove as he put the kettle down on the burner. You approached him, standing just to the side of him.

“Any time there is the slightest inkling slipping from you that you might like me, you run off,” you state, heart racing at the admitted implication that you likely felt the same way.

He swallowed, speaking quietly, “I do like you. You are… a fantastic friend to me.”

You could have screamed. You were certain you’d at least implode.

“You know what I mean, and I’m not talking about friendship.”

“I am.”

“You are so stubborn,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “I don’t understand. You’ll practically blatantly flirt with me one second and then run off for tea or snacks or some other stupid ass excuse the next second!”

“I’m… I’m not–”

“Not what? Not flirting? Or not running off? Cause we both know if you say either of those, you’re lying.”

“Now is not the time for this.”

You look around the kitchen, scrunching up your face.

“Now isn’t the time? Well, pardon me, but unless Harry’s lurking around with that invisibility cloak, I’m pretty sure we’re in the clear to chat, Lupin.”

“I’m tired.”

“Well, I’m tired too. Mostly of your bullshit, but that’s neither here nor there.”

He cracked the tiniest smile at that, though he tried hiding it. You sighed, trying to be angry. But it was hard when his eyes twinkled like that. Damn it.

“Remus… please. This is ridiculous,” you sigh softly. “And… and if you won’t admit why you’re doing that for real, then I’m just gonna take Sirius’s word for why you are.”

He slowly turned his head, looking suspicious.

“Sirius said something?”

You quirked a brow, knowing that would work. 

“Yep. He said you have a massive, horrible, embarrassing crush on me. So I guess I’ll just have to believe that you’re no better than a schoolboy in that regard and that you’re scared to talk to a girl.”

“That’s childish.”

“I’m still in my early 20’s. I’m allowed.”

He huffed a sigh. “Sirius is an idiot.”

“But you won’t tell me what’s really going on, so I have no choice but to trust him,” you sigh dramatically, crossing your arms. 

He deadpanned, looking at you quite unamused. 

“You’re going to…” he shook his head with a huffed breath. “Fine. I can’t believe you’re using Padfoot against me.”

“He’d be awfully glad I am, I’m sure,” you smirk a little in victory.

“Right,” he scoffed lightly. “I… You just…”

“What?”

“You’re too young.”

“Oh, Merlin’s fucking sake,” you grumble.

“Whoa,” he said quickly, taken aback by your exclamation as if you’d yelled it.

“You’re being serious?”

“I’m being Remus.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Not funny.”

He merely looked at you, clearly not wanting to talk about this. But you were sick of skirting around the issue.

“I’m too young, so you decide to act like a damn primary school boy by avoiding me any time you realize you’re flirting? Yeah, very mature.”

“Don’t be ridiculous–”

“Me!?”

“Yes, you!” 

You scoff, taking a step closer. “Of the two of us, it seems you’re the one with an immaturity problem, Lupin.”

“You just got your first big-girl job and flat this year . I’m too old for you, and to suggest otherwise is… it’s pure delusion.”

“So now I’m delusional?”

He scoffed. “I didn’t say that.”

“You may as well have!”

“You are insufferable sometimes,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re a coward.”

He looked deeply offended by that, standing up straight as he took a step nearer.

“How am I a coward?”

“Just admit you like me!”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I–” he floundered for an answer.

“You do, and you know it!” You shook your head incredulously, taking another step until you were most definitely in his personal space. “We spent most of our free time together, or together with Sirius. I can see the way you look at me. I know… I know you feel something for me that isn’t just friendship.”

“Well, it’s not like anything could come of it,” he retorted, almost in an angry voice, but with an expression that reeked of desperation.

You were breathing heavily, angry at him and yourself and… and unable to stop yourself from noticing how close you were. You couldn’t help but to notice his eyes glancing quickly at your lips like he couldn’t stop himself. You noticed his own lips, slightly parted as he sucked in a small breath. You noticed how he smelled… like pine and his books and tea and some little smattering of cologne or body wash. You noticed, upon looking up into his eyes again, that he was looking at you the same way.

The pull was magnetic. Like a slippery slope that you couldn’t stop yourself from sliding down. You couldn’t tell who leaned in first, only that you both did. There was no denying it was a mutual effort. All you could tell was that your heart practically lept from your body as the whistle of the tea kettle went off and both of you jumped back as if you’d been caught doing something scandalous. 

He scrambled to turn off the burner, standing at the stove with his chest heaving as he dropped his head into his hand. You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You could swear you almost tasted him without your lips ever having actually touched.

“Remus,” you uttered softly, though it felt more like you were begging.

“You like earl grey,” he stated, moving to pour the tea in the two cups at the side of the stove. “I don’t know why I asked earlier if you liked it. I know you do.”

You merely watched as he busied himself, making each cup the way you both liked it. He took both to the living room, and you followed behind like a lost puppy. He sat down, setting your mugs on the two coasters he hadn’t moved in months. You sat in your spot on his couch, and he sat in his. Neither of you touched your tea yet, knowing it was still too hot. He handed you the book you’d been reading the last time you had come for a visit.

“I put a bookmark in where you were last time,” he muttered quietly, still somehow not shying away from scooting the slightest bit closer as he did every time.

You felt like you were in a daze, staring down at the book. You couldn’t comprehend all that had just happened, and here he was… in his routine.

“Page 94,” he said nonchalantly.

You looked at him as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. 

“Remus.”

“Our tea is too hot. You always read while it cools.”

You were silent for a few seconds before nodding, “Yes.”

“I like to listen to you read, and you always do,” he stated again, keeping his eyes shut. “Our tea is too hot.”

“But…”

“Please.”

You swallowed, then nodded again. “Okay.”

Another month passed by since the incident in Remus’s kitchen. Realistically, your benchmark for time passing should have been based on that being the day you finished the potion. But somehow, not kissing Remus in the kitchen took up much more of your mental space than a life-changing potion.

It was embarrassing.

You and Nemora had since done several trials on the potion, eventually naming it after the herb itself: Arcitasanen. 

It had incredible trial runs, and was quickly introduced to magical hospitals throughout Europe, with the ingredients being vetted to be used in other countries as well. You were living your dream, being able to create things that would save people. Working a job you adored. Having time to be with your friends and family. 

But all you could think about was that stupid non-kiss.

You sprawled out on your couch as Sirius excitedly set up a muggle turn-table in your apartment.

“This is going to be incredible. You’ll love it,” he said, plugging in everything. “Our dear old Mooney introduced this to me ages ago, back when we were in school. These speakers will get you into some trouble with your neighbors if you’re not careful.”

“Mm,” you nodded, staring at the ceiling.

You heard silence for a moment, then another. That was concerning. You turned your head, jumping out of your skin when you saw Sirius had come only a few feet away from you, staring at you.

“Merlin’s beard, Pads! You trying to kill me?”

“My sunshine girl hasn’t been very sunny lately.”

You huffed a sigh.

“Is this about Mooney again? He ignoring you?”

“No.”

“No, it’s not about Moons, or no, he’s not ignoring you?”

“He’s not ignoring me.”

“But it is about him, then?”

“Godric, you’re like a teenage girl!” You sat upright on the couch. “Why does everything have to be about Remus?”

“Because it always is with you since you two first saw each other again at the Weasley’s. Every time you’re mopey, it's about Mooney. Every time he’s mopey, it’s about you.”

“Sod off, Siri.”

“I’m right,” he scrunched his nose.

“Doesn’t mean I want to hear it.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting next to you on the couch for a moment.

“This about the kitchen incident?”

You scoff, looking at him wide-eyed. “You know about that?”

“Know about what?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.

You stared at him for a second, realizing that it meant Remus must be thinking about it too. Now that you didn’t mind all that much.

“Remus told you about that?”

“He might have mentioned it.”

“What did he say?” you asked, turning on the couch to face him.

“Now who’s being a teenage girl?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “Tell me.”

“Says you almost kissed after trying to get him to admit he liked you.”

“Did he… say anything about that?”

“About if he likes you?”

“More like why he’s pretending he doesn’t.”

He chuckled. “The age thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Told him it’s a bullshit excuse.”

You sighed. “And what did he say to that?”

“What do you think?”

You groaned. “He’s so difficult.”

“Tell me about it,” Sirius chuckled. “He’ll come around.”

“You sure about that? I practically told him I liked him and he… Well, clearly it didn’t go anywhere.”

“Maybe because you don’t like him,” he said, giving you a knowing look.

“What? Of course I do. Geez, I finally admit to you that I do and now you’re saying I don't.”

Sirius let out a dramatic breath. “No.”

“What the hell do you mean, no?”

“You loooove him,” he sang out, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

“Shut up, Sirius,” you whined. 

“Why? I’m right.”

“ Anyways ,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Why?”

“I think Dumpling misses having a big house to run around in. He keeps yelling at me,” you said, looking up at your cat as he perched on his tower in the window.

“The beast screams?”

“Stop calling him the beast.”

“He is one.”

“So are you,” you retorted.

He grumbled to himself. “Fine. You can bring him over.”

“You love him and you know it.”

“No I don’t,” he argued. “I just… he likes to keep me warm when I’m napping.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “If you ever want to babysit, feel free.”

“Maybe I will.”

Your relaxing day was soon interrupted, however, as a frantic knock was heard at your door. You looked confused, but stood nonetheless to get the door. You looked out the peephole, seeing Kingsley and Tonks on the other side. You pulled open the door.

“Hey, you two–”

“Is Sirius here?” Kingsley asked.

You nodded, looking over your shoulder as Sirius came over.

“Bloody cat. Every time we talk about him, I get called to go fight somewhere,” he smirked, kissing your cheek as he left with the other two, not another word to be said between them for him to know what was needed of him.

You watched as they apparated out of your apartment building. You went to Dumpling, grabbing him off his tower.

“Looks like you get to hang out at Uncle Siri’s a day early, baby boy.”

You sat, rather impatiently, at Grimmauld place while the Order members were gone. You usually didn’t have to do much in the way of healing after they went places, but you would hate to be needed and not be there if necessary. So, there you sat in front of the fireplace, Dumpling curled up next to you, purring like crazy.

“I get my own place for the two of us, and here you are preferring someone else’s house. Ungrateful,” you mutter to the cat, shaking your head softly as you pet him.

It was only a few minutes later when there was a noise at the front door, several members of the Order stumbling through. You shot up. This didn’t sound good.

“What’s the damage?” you asked, looking first at George as he leaned on Fred.

“I’ll be fine. Lupin’s the worst for wear,” George said.

“Everyone else is pretty minor stuff,” Fred supplied.

“Lupin?” you asked dumbly, feeling like a deer in the headlights.

You looked around as people filed in, clearly not having had a great time with whatever battle they were enthralled in. Finally you saw Remus stumbling in, hanging off of Sirius and Tonks, a red stain coming through his shirt.

“Shit,” you said, looking about the room frantically for a spot to put him.

“Love, go pull the blankets off of my bed. We’ll bring him upstairs for you to work your magic,” Sirius instructed.

You nodded quickly, your benchmark for the severity of the situation being emphasized by Sirius’s grave expression. You ran upstairs, pulling the blankets off of Sirius’s bed and dropping them on the ground. Sirius, Tonks, and Arthur Weasley brought Remus in, laying him on the bed. You immediately went to work, practically ripping off his shirt, and the undershirt he wore, wincing when you saw the wound on his stomach.

“What happened?” you asked Sirius as Tonks and Arthur shuffled back downstairs to help anyone else who needed it.

“I don’t know. Malfoy sent some horrific spell at him, and it tore right through him.”

You swallowed, nodding quickly as you wiped clean the blood around the wound. Remus groaned, clearly too out of it to even know what was really happening. Though, he seemed to gain lucidity fairly quickly as you uncorked the arcitasanen and poured a generous amount into the wound.

The thing about the nearly-painless property of the arcitasanen was that it was only painless for flesh wounds. This was a much deeper wound, evidently. 

He groaned loudly, trying to sit up out of shock.

“No, no, no,” you said, guiding him back onto the mattress. “Sirius, we’ll need a fresh shirt for him when I’m done here.”

Sirius nodded, immediately moving to his closet to get a fresh t-shirt. You poured more of the potion into the wound, healing up the rest of it as poor Remus winced and groaned again.

“I know… I know, I’m sorry. Almost done.”

“Okay,” he breathed out.

You saturated a cloth in the solution, dabbing around the wound to get the rest of the smaller cuts healed. You finally let out a breath you’d been holding in when you saw that all seemed well again. 

“Does anywhere else hurt?” you asked Remus.

“No,” he shook his head, breathing heavily. “No, that was the bad one.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, though you jumped when you heard some kind of crash downstairs. You turned, looking at Sirius. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius sighed. “Is everything okay here?”

“Yeah, I’ve got him,” you nodded, accepting the t-shirt from Sirius as he rushed downstairs to see what was going on. You turned back to Remus. “Uh… I’m… I’ll get you cleaned up and then you can put this on.”

You set the shirt down on the bed, then stood. You went to the nearest bathroom, dampening a washcloth in warm water. You went back to the room, and sat on the edge of the bed with the washcloth in hand. You wiped down his stomach, trying to ignore the way he moved under your hand every time you touched him.

“Okay,” you nodded, looking away so he could put the shirt on.

You heard some shuffling, a long sigh coming out of his mouth.

“Alright.”

“Are you okay?”

“As okay as I can be,” he chuckled softly. “Thank goodness you were here.”

“You did say you liked me taking care of you,” you replied softly with a small laugh.

“I suppose I brought it on myself, didn’t I?”

“You must have.”

He was silent for a moment. “I’m really glad you stopped coming on these missions. I don’t know what I would have done if it was you…”

“But it wasn’t. No sense worrying.”

“Right,” he nodded. “Right.”

“Now come here,” you tilted his face towards you, dabbing the potion onto a clean cotton cloth. You used it to heal the cut on his face. “There. All better.”

He smiled a tiny bit, looking over your face like he wanted to remember it. 

“Thank you,” he said, just above a whisper. “You’re a lifesaver, you know?”

“I’d hardly call it saving your life.”

“I would. If it were anyone else, I could have bled out,” he said, only half joking. “That potion of yours is keeping me from going to the hospital. Dittany could have only done so much.”

You stayed quiet, dropping your hand slightly, but not before he caught your wrist. He pulled the cloth from your hand, setting it on the bedside table as his lips brushed your knuckles gently.

“Thank you,” he said again, making eye contact so intense you swear he was reading your mind.

You merely nodded, this feeling eerily similar to when you were in the kitchen, nearly kissing. You just prayed there was no interruption this time.

His hand slid up your wrist, rubbing the inside of your palm with his thumb before he guided your hand to touch his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but this time you were determined not to waste time. You leaned in, simply touching his lips with your own to test the waters. He let out the sweetest, almost inaudible whimper before he pressed his lips hard against yours.

Your free hand went into his hair as he kissed you, a shuddering breath coming from you as the reality of the situation hit you hard. It was all desperation between the two of you as you poured everything you felt for one another into that kiss. You almost wanted to cry as you broke apart, desiring him on a level that felt chemical. 

You breathed each other in for a minute, simply holding one another. But then he had to speak and ruin everything. 

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered against your lips. He chuckled ruefully, pulling away a little. “That—That was a mistake.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat that threatened to choke you out. You took in a breath, still looking in his eyes. 

“I—I don’t think it’s a mistake,” you said breathlessly. “And I don’t think you really think that either. I mean, come on. You can’t seriously tell me you don’t feel… Whatever this is between us.”

“I do, I just—”

“Then what’s the problem?” you asked, feeling exasperated. “Remus, I…”

“Don’t say something you can’t take back,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “Please. You can’t do that.”

You paused, knowing it was now or never. You smiled a little, though it was a pained one. 

“I love you.”

He swallowed, brows knitting together as he looked away. His hands reached up, running over his face with a hard sigh coming from his lips. 

“Love, you can’t.” 

“But I do,” you said quietly, holding onto his hands. “Please. I do, and I can’t pretend like I don’t anymore. I love you.”

He let out a shaky breath, tears pricking his eyes as he leaned in again. He pressed his lips to yours softly, his hands detaching from yours to gently cradle your face. You melted into it, almost feeling relief before he pulled away. His face told you that relief would be short-lived. 

“You can’t. You can’t love me, you can’t be with me… You can’t keep looking at me like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am not, and never will be, right for you. You deserve to be happy. You’ll never be happy with me.”

“I’m always happy with you.”

“You’ll never be at peace with me,” he clarified. “I can’t give that to you. I can’t give you anything that you deserve.” 

“I don’t want that. I want you, no matter what that brings with it. I don’t care, Remus.”

“You should care. You have a life ahead of you.”

“So do you,” you argued, shaking your head in disbelief. “You act like you’re the only one who could die at any moment. We’re all in danger right now, but if we survive it, you still have a life ahead of you, too.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Stop saying that,” you yelled suddenly, standing from the bed and taking a step back. “God, you have to make everything so difficult. Why don’t you just trust me when I say that you’re what I want? Stop trying to make me feel like I don’t know what I want. It’s mean.”

“I don’t mean to…”

“But you do,” you exclaimed again. “Every time I tell you or show you that I’ll love you no matter what, you try to find a way to push me away. You keep finding new ways to make me feel like I’m stupid and I’m not stupid, Remus. I’m not some naïve little girl who doesn’t know what she wants in life. I do. And if you’d stop being so fucking obsessed with making sure I know you’re broken, you’d let me love you.” 

He fell silent, trying to reach for you after a moment, but you pulled away. 

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you scoffed to yourself, shaking your head. 

“Please,” Remus said, grabbing your wrist, hanging onto you desperately from his spot on the bed. 

You blinked back tears. “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t convince you to love me. I can’t… I need you to want me. To want this, and clearly you don’t—”

“Of course I want this,” he said, his voice desperate. “I just— Not like this.”

“Oh,” you said, scoffing. “You want to talk about timing, yeah? Act like this is the wrong place or wrong time, as if there is such a thing.”

“You have to know this is a bad time. You have to know that.”

“You think there’s a bad time to try and hold onto some sliver of happiness when either of us could die at any moment?”

“Yes!” He snapped. “I don’t want to admit that I love you, because if you die, I won’t be able to keep going. I’ll be completely useless, and I don’t want to drag you into my mess before that happens.”

“I’m already involved in your ‘mess’, Remus. Don’t pretend like I’m not,” you said severely. “And if I do die, do you really want to let that happen without telling me? Without showing me?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand!”

“I’ve lost too many people,” he said firmly. “The first time this happened, I lost everyone. Some of my best friends died. James and Lily… I thought Peter was dead, come to find out he’s the reason James died. Our best friend,” he said, a few tears falling. “The only other person I had I thought betrayed us all for twelve years. I was on my own for twelve years. Everyone I loved was gone. I can’t do that again. I can’t lose you, and I won’t if I never have you in the first place.” 

“Well, sorry to break it to you, but you already have me. I’m yours,” you said, tears in your eyes now. “If you didn’t want me to love you, we should have never spoken at the Weasley’s that first day I came back. We should have never talked together at Sirius’ place. We should have never spent so much time together at all. Because now, it’s too late. I’ve been yours long before I realized I was in love with you.” 

He stared at you, mouth wide open as he tried to process your words.

“Love…”

You shook your head, wiping tears that fell without your consent. “No.”

He reached out for you once again, but you stepped further back.

“I can’t convince you to love me.”

“I do.”

“Not enough,” you let out a shaky breath, turning on your heel and leaving him.

He sat, shocked and breathless. His eyes fluttered shut, his jaw clenched shut tightly. 

Sirius looked at you with wide eyes as you stormed past him with tears in your eyes as he reached the doorway of his bedroom. He turned his head just in time to see his best mate swiping the lamp off of his bedside table, shattering it against the wall.

“Fuck.”

[blitzwhore]

Okay, so, for the kisses list you have pinned, what about 17 for Stolitz? 👀

17. Kisses as a promise

I started writing this a few days before the trailer dropped, and finished it after watching the trailer. I can't explain how hard it was to write something so angsty after knowing the direction their relationship was headed in canon 😭

Stolitz | ~830 words | Teen and Up | Angst, pining, emotional hurt, sad Stolas, Stolas loves Blitz, Stolas lets Blitz go

On AO3

Stolas was no stranger to wanting things he could never have.

He'd gotten used to it, or so he'd thought. Through years of having his interests mocked, his thoughts dismissed, his future meticulously scripted and his fluttering heart kept carefully locked away, his only hope had been that, someday, he'd find comfort in a wife that would understand and share his situation. And, when even that hope had faded, he'd found solace in his daughter, his love for her keeping him afloat as he resigned himself to an immortal life half-lived.

After all that he'd been through, he'd thought he'd known the pain of being broken-hearted.

But this. This might just be what broke him beyond repair.

He would have held his breath, in equal parts awed and crushed by the sight before him, were it not for the fact the rhythmical rise and fall of his chest seemed to be lulling Blitz in his sleep.

Blitz, who was curled up around him, cheek buried in Stolas’ chest feathers, arm draped across Stolas’ stomach.

Blitz, whose tail was curled around Stolas’ torso and whose leg was twined snugly with Stolas’ thigh.

Blitz, who, unburdened by the weight of consciousness and the anxiety it carried, was purring, the low vibrations expanding from Stolas’ side, where their bodies were pressed together, to every corner of his being.

It was silly, and perhaps a little pitiful, but Stolas was close to tears from being—even if by pure chance—allowed to see this part of Blitz. The part of Blitz that wasn't too afraid to let himself be at ease around Stolas. The part of him that wasn't a bit too broken, a bit too scared to let go and trust.

The Blitz whose expression was completely serene. No grimace pulling at the corner of his lips—no frown settled between his eyebrows, no sneer of annoyance always bubbling close to the surface.

The Blitz whose body was soft and heavy against Stolas’. No cringing back from too-gentle touches, no turning away from a too-soft gaze.

The Blitz Stolas yearned for most.

How cruel it was that he would be granted this, would be allowed to hold Blitz at his softest, while knowing this was not something he could ever have. Not in any real capacity.

It ached knowing that he had no way of stopping this ephemeral moment from slipping through his fingers. Knowing all he could do was treasure it, soak himself in it before he inevitably lost it.

Careful not to wake Blitz up, Stolas touched his fingertips to his horn. In response, Blitz nuzzled his chest, and Stolas had to gulp past the knot suddenly constricting his throat. Another soft caress down his horn, and Blitz's purring intensified.

I love you, Stolas thought helplessly, the feeling pouring out of him in heavy waves as tears welled in his eyes. He had no idea what to do with these feelings anymore, and could only repeat himself over and over again, silently mouthing the words he couldn't bear to say out loud. I love you. I love you. I love you.

In his sleep, Blitz sighed, the tip of his tail twitching as he dreamed.

His body was so light in Stolas’ arms and, still, the weight of this moment was more than Stolas could bear.

He closed his eyes, and willed away the selfish want and the maddening hope.

He couldn't keep going like this.

He needed to let go. He had Blitz right in his arms, safe and perfectly at peace, and he needed to let go.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Stolas craned his head forward and kissed the top of Blitz's horn.

I promise, dearest, he thought to himself, the tip of his beak quivering against the smooth surface, I won't let us continue hurting each other like this. I'll be strong enough for both of us. I'll love you enough to let you go.

He pressed his forehead to Blitz's horn and breathed through the agonising pain in his chest. Breathed in Blitz, too, feeling his closeness for a second longer. Just one more moment.

Then, before he could foolishly talk himself out of it, and though he might as well have been ripping out his very heart, Stolas disentangled himself from the embrace, limb by limb.

Aching as Blitz resisted it in his sleep, wanting to stay close.

Crying silently as he uncurled Blitz's tail from around his waist.

Breaking inside when he settled Blitz on the bed by his side and Blitz's hand moved around the bed in search of him.

Of all the hardships he'd endured throughout his life knowing there was no other choice but to face them, this was, by far, the hardest thing he would ever do.

And, still, Stolas had to do it. For both of their sakes.

Keeping the storm raging inside him carefully at bay, Stolas exited the bedroom, leaving Blitz, and with him his very heart, behind.

[themoon-andits-stars]

Treacherous

The gaze they shared was intense, electric with the tension between them. Draco brought a shaky hand up to Harry’s face. He stepped closer, bringing their lips close together. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth parted slightly as Draco began to close the distance between them.

But their lips never touched. Harry opened his eyes to meet Draco’s heavy lidded ones. He could focus on nothing else but the man in front of him, feel nothing but Draco’s warm breath against his lips, and he knew this was an awful idea. He shouldn’t even feel this way. He’d be smart to walk away, but then Draco’s hands found their way to the hem of Harry’s shirt, and they slowly worked their way under.

Draco’s chilled hands against the warm skin of Harry’s abdomen caused Harry’s breath to hitch slightly. He should stop this now, whatever this was. Before Harry could do anything, Draco had him pushed against the wall, crashing their lips together.

This, whatever this was, was electric, and Harry could feel it in every part of his body. He was practically shaking with it, bringing his hands to work their way through Draco’s hair.

And maybe this was a bad idea, but Harry had always liked those.

———

Where are my fellow Drarry loving Swifties??

This is a bit more intense than i’m used to so please bear with me!! much love to y’all<3

[heavyhitterheaux]

Maybe a little something where Jack makes a little appearance on the ‘put it on da floor’ remix like offset and he’s sitting in back just admiring the First Lady doing her thing 😭🩷

Jack could tell that you were nervous since it was your first video shoot that didn’t involve you being featured on someone else’s song after coming back from having the triplets who were spending the entire weekend with their grandparents.

You kept glancing down at the cellulite and stretch marks that now covered your body since the outfit you were wearing put them on full display and you were now regretting your outfit choice and decided that there was still time if you wanted to change it. 

Sensing your discomfort, Jack came up behind you snaking his hands around your waist and you immediately relaxed as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“You look amazing and no you aren’t changing your outfit. Keep in mind this body gave birth to three kids at one time.”

You simply smiled before turning around and reaching up to kiss him.

“I swear you know me better than I know myself.”

“When you’re in tune with your wife how you’re supposed to be, that’s how it is. I have the most amazing wife in the world now, hurry up and get to my scene so you can twerk on me.”

“And this is why yall asses have three kids now! Can you unhand your wife for five minutes?!” Brandi exclaimed as she heard Jack while walking past the two of you.

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE?! NO.” Jack said in response and you couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“We’re almost to that scene and I can twerk on you as much as you want me too.” You said and immediately smirked.

“As long as I get a private show later.”

“Or… we can put the balcony to good use.”

“OH…. be careful what you wish for.”

[baeshijima]

when you have a crisis over whether or not a kiss scene is needed to make the yearning and reunion and pent up emotions that much more meaningful or if it is better to have them commit small fleeting touches and nuzzles and trembling eyes and

[campbyler]

welcome to the treacherous (taylor's version) fanclub, i am your president, thea wiseatom,

[saviourkingslut]

not to be about opera again but to be about opera again. as an art form it has the reputation of being super stuffy and something for snobs who don't know how to have fun only but honestly this was one of, perhaps even THE main theatrical entertainment for centuries. i wish people knew how hard these things can go and how engaging they can be. like characters kill and die and fight wars and (almost) commit human sacrifice left and right. characters fall in love they mourn they're ecstatic they cry they're furious it's an extremely dramatic and emotional art form! and i understand that opera does not appear approachable bc of the general conventions of the art form but i promise old works can be fun and engaging if you go watch them with some preparation beforehand (reading the libretto helps) - not to mention not all operas are old bc there are so many modern operas which engage with topical events! also the music slaps.

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

yall...i have a gripe.

This character...what the hell is his name?!

Everyone calls him John on the show...

but on the official hbo site he is Jack Trotter?

but then..when I google it...

This latest episode 7 Mrs. Bauer called him Jack....but no one else calls him that?!

So which is it?! John Trotter? Jack Trotter?John Treacher? Jack Treacher?! WHICH IS IT

[elihashadenough]

Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?

a/n: here you all go, chapter 2 is now in your hands, and again none of the music used is mine all the credits go to the singers and the writers and i know this chapter is shorter but chapter 3 is coming . I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it :)

[series masterlist]

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ynln-official: got ready, waited for the flight, and found sid

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user60: is sid supposed to be…max

     *liked by ynln-official*

        user28: I think so

        user18: not y/n calling max sid

maxverstappen1: I’m going to let go off the sid thing

            ynln-official: it was funny, you laughed when you read it

        maxverstappen1: I didn’t

        ynln-official: you did, now don’t start pretending you didn’t

user62: I’m already loving this and the season haven’t even started

       user48: literally same!!! I just know maxy/n fans are going to have their hands filled with the content.

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ynln-official: we are not going to talk about the barbell

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landonorris: what happened with the barbell

      ynln-official: we don’t talk about it

      landonorris: did it accidentally fell

      maxverstappen1: yeah, it was hilarious

user82: I didn’t know y/n could play the guitar?

      user34: babes he writes music aswell

      user82: does he put it out on platforms? I’m shocked I didn’t know this

      user34: I don’t think so, I haven’t seen him ever talk about it.

i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

tagging: @leosxrealm, @miloformula123fan

[fat-fem-and-asian]

no babe you don't get it when i say you're beautiful its not in a sexual way, i mean it in the way the night sky or birds in flight are beautiful

[moonlightspencie]

As Long as They Don’t Touch

Chapter 4 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

(bit of a filler chapter. much more will happen in the next one)

As much as you wished you would spend plenty of time in your flat, as the summer came, you found yourself spending a considerable amount of time at both 12 Grimmauld Place and your job. Of course, you still made sure to be home for Dumpling, but after Sirius begrudgingly warmed up to the cat, you’d started bringing him along on your visits. You could swear that Dumpling also enjoyed being in that house rather than your own flat as well. It would be annoying if you didn’t feel the same way. Besides, Remus and Sirius were great company for the both of you.

You sat in the kitchen as Sirius pretended not to love Dumpling rubbing up against his legs. You laughed as he complained about the alleged ‘beast’, as if he didn’t turn into an animal himself at will.

“You are such a baby! It’s just a cat. And he loves you,” you laughed as Sirius dodged the cat.

He groaned dramatically. “He probably has worms.”

“You’re not any better. You get fleas!”

“That’s…” he scoffed. “That’s different!”

“Hardly,” you laughed a little harder.

Though the cheerful mood soon dissipated as Remus walked into the room, not looking quite as cheerful as the two of you.

“We need to go,” he said solemnly.

You found yourself in the middle of a vicious battle. For what, you weren’t entirely sure, but you trusted Remus and the others who did know that it would be worth it in the end. You were fighting a seemingly ridiculous amount of death eaters for only six people, and certainly wished that more of your order-mates had been around to drop in. Though, as if by some miracle, five more appeared just as you disarmed the particularly nasty-looking fellow you’d been fighting with for the past couple of minutes.

You were ecstatic for just a moment, smiling a bit before you turned your head to see if Sirius had also noticed. Instead, you saw flashes of light in an intense stand-off. Two forces collided in the middle, with Sirius at one end, clearly struggling to overpower the death eater that dueled against him.

“Sirius!” you practically screamed, running towards him at full speed.

You pointed your wand towards the masked wizard who was, unfortunately, holding their own against Sirius. But, before you could get close enough to make sure your spell would be effective, another form stepped in your path. You started shooting spell after spell towards the woman, but she deflected them masterfully. It didn’t take long before you were the one on defense. You grunted, as one spell hit you, knocking you down to the ground. You raised your wand to shoot back, but were too late.

“Crucio!”

Your wand dropped from your hand first, then your entire body hit the floor, your vision blacking out as a terrible pain overwhelmed all of your senses. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, and you writhed against the ground, feeling as much as looking like nothing more than a tortured worm. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to yell out in pain, everything in your body seemingly malfunctioning from the feeling. Though it probably lasted thirty seconds or less, it felt like hours before it finally stopped. You groaned, turning over on your stomach as your vision came back. You pressed your hands to the floor, trying to look to where Sirius had been, but another pair of hands grabbed at you.

You tried scooting away in a panic, but a familiar voice calmed you.

“It’s me,” Remus said quickly. “It’s me. You’re okay.”

“Sirius, he—”

“He’s alright. He’s doing just fine, I promise.”

He helped you sit up, and you noticed that the amount of death eaters left battling was beginning to dwindle. You leaned into him when he got you up off the ground.

“They’re retreating. You’re okay,” he said, meeting your eyes. “We’re all fine. Nobody’s hurt too badly.”

“Okay,” you said, gaining some of your strength back as you saw the last few death eaters disappearing in matching clouds of smoke. “Okay.”

You shut your eyes, letting your head lean against his chest. He put his arms around you, sure to keep you standing.

“Is she okay?” Sirius’ voice rang out as his footsteps approached.

“I’m fine, Siri,” you said, moving to look at him.

He hugged you quickly. “You shouldn’t have—”

“It’s too late to lecture me now. I was coming to try to help you. Couldn’t have known she’d used the cruciatus curse,” you mumbled against him, then stepped back. “I agreed to join, risks and all. I just… finally had to deal with the risk.”

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t argue. “How are you feeling?”

“Not fantastic.”

“Let’s get you back, yeah?” Remus asked, a hand on your arm.

“Don’t we need to stick around to—”

“Anything else that needs to be done the rest of us will handle,” Sirius said firmly. “You were down for almost a full minute. You need to rest.”

You hesitated, looking between the two men before nodding slowly.

“Okay. Yeah, alright. Just…” you looked at Sirius. “Contact us if you need us for anything? Please?”

Sirius nodded, and suddenly you were off with Remus. You apparated back to a street near Grimmauld Place, and Remus helped you walk to the building, keeping a hand on you in some capacity until you were sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace.You tried pretending like you were just a bit tired, though you couldn’t deny to yourself that you really were feeling worse for wear after the curse had hit you. You relaxed into the cushions, trying to make yourself comfortable, but it seemed to be to no avail, even after taking a potion for the lingering pain. You made a mental note to experiment with more recipes for this specific kind of pain.

“You alright?” Remus’s voice came softly as he brought in a cup of tea for you.

You accepted the cup, sighing a little. “I’d like to say yes, but I know you’ll catch me in a lie if I say so.”

He smiled softly. “I have come to know you quite well, haven’t I?”

“Best be careful you don’t learn much more about me, or else Sirius might become jealous. He’s quite possessive of his little sunshine girl, you know?”

“Surely I view you a little differently than Padfoot does. I don’t think he’ll think I’m taking his new best mate.”

“Yeah? In what way do you view me, then?” You smiled, feeling a little fluttering of something in your stomach.

His smile suddenly dropped, though, as yours grew. You frowned a bit when he abruptly stood from the spot he’d taken on the couch.

“I think I’ll fix a snack. Any preferences?” He asked, not quite meeting your eyes.

You shook your head simply, feeling confused and almost a bit hurt at his change in demeanor. That seemed to happen a lot lately.

Over the past months, of course you’d spent plenty of time with Sirius. He delighted in bringing you around. He practically treated you like a little sister at times, looking after you and always asking you to come over. Of course you obliged. 

As a result, you found yourself spending more and more time with Remus as well. Those visits you didn’t necessarily oblige. You’d jump in feet first every time he so much as asked you to walk into another room with him. To put it modestly: you found yourself fancying him. More than that even. At times, you could swear he might feel the same way, but it seemed lately that every time a touch or a gaze lingered a moment too long, he’d clam up and find some excuse to avoid you for a bit. Much like how you felt in that moment as he practically ran off to the kitchen because of something he had implied in the first place. You huffed an irritated sigh as you sat alone on the couch. 

It took an hour or so of Remus practically ignoring you from a nearby chair as you snacked on crackers and cheese before the others returned back. The very first people to reach you just had to be Fred and George Weasley.

“You alright?” Fred started.

George chimed in, “We heard you had a bit of a…”

“I’m fine,” you stated plainly.

They shared a look over your head. 

“We know you got hurt…”

“... just thought it was your body, not your mind.”

“Excuse me?” You said, looking up at them.

“You’re clearly a bit… grumpy,” Fred said, looking almost timid, which was quite unusual to you.

You sighed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to take it out on you two. Just tired is all.”

“Tired and in need of some brilliant company,” Sirius’s voice came in.

You tried giving him a small smile, but your face dropped a little again as you noticed Remus standing up and walking off towards the others in another room. Sirius tracked your gaze, nodding in understanding before quietly telling the twins he’d take care of your sour mood. You overhearing that certainly didn’t help said ‘sour mood’. 

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered as Sirius took a seat next to you.

“You always were a whiner,” he smirked, then gently nudged your shoulder. “Mooney being a bit… himself again, is he?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, please. I can see right through both of you. He’s being all mopey and dramatic about something, and you’re clearly annoyed at him for it.”

“Maybe if he’d stop running off on me constantly…”

“Running off?”

“Yeah. Any time we’re– getting along,” you huffed a sigh, “he always decides to go and run off like I’ve somehow offended him. I haven’t done anything. It’s ridiculous.”

Sirius stayed quiet for a moment, then began to laugh, at which point you smacked his arm.

“It isn’t funny!”

“No… No. It’s hilarious, really. He has such a crush on you, it’s pathetic.”

“I– No, he doesn’t. Cut it out, Sirius.”

“Yes, he does! This is exactly what he’d do in school, too. Get all broody and standoffish. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s adorable,” Sirius chuckled, putting an arm around you. “Just thought he would’ve grown out of it by now.”

“Shove off, Sirius.”

“... You need a nap.”

“No, I don’t, I–”

“If you don’t go yourself, you know I won't hesitate to pick you up and drop you in bed myself.”

You groaned, shaking your head. “Whatever.”

“Go on, then.”

“Fine. But stop telling me what to do.”

“Grumpy girl,” he muttered under his breath. 

You considered smacking him at that moment, but ultimately thought better of the decision as you stood from the couch. You quietly pushed past the others in the house, ignoring the eyes on you as you wandered into the guest room that you always stayed in when you were with Sirius. Though you couldn’t deny that some of your annoyance faded a bit as you came across Dumpling, meowing up at you with wide eyes.

“Hello, darling,” you reached down, scratching under his chin. “Have you been waiting for me all this time? I’ve been home for a while, you know? Well, not home, but…”

“You make it a habit, talking to your cat like this?”

You turned with a small smile when you heard the familiar voice. 

“Only when I get sent to my room and have nobody else to talk to,” you snorted a laugh as Tonks waltzed in like she owned the place. “I don’t know why I don’t just go back to my flat right now.”

“Clearly you were waiting for me.”

“Right. Of course,” you laughed a little more.

“Why were you ‘sent to your room’ anyways?” she asked, sitting on your bed as she leaned down to pet Dumpling.

You sighed. “Sirius. He thinks I’m being too grumpy and that I need a nap.”

“Mm. You need a cuddle-buddy?” She smirked.

You smiled a little as you shook your head, beginning to crawl under the covers.

“Normally I might say yes, but I think maybe I do need to be alone for a little bit. It’s been… a long day.”

“So I’ve heard,” she nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted in every way imaginable.”

She nodded again, crossing her arms as she stood up.

“I’ll leave you be then. Get some rest, alright?”

You gave her a ghost of a smile. “Yeah. I will. Just… shut the door for me on the way out, yeah?”

“Yeah. Sleep well.”

“Thanks.”

You watched on as she slowly walked out of the room, giving Dumpling one last scratch on his chin before she shut the door behind her. You’d hate to admit it out loud, but Sirius may have been right in telling you that you probably needed a nap. You were out like a light fairly quickly.

It came to your attention in the following weeks that the battle you were a part of was practically for nothing. Of course, everyone thought it was some worthwhile cause, but it turned out that the death eaters who were there weren’t necessarily after anything big or terrible that day. You knew that any reason to try to weaken them was a good cause, but you still found yourself a bit annoyed at the idea that you were on the receiving end of the cruciatus curse that day. You were starting to rethink your role in the Order, especially as you were getting better and better at experimenting in Herbology at your new job. 

You were sitting on your couch when you heard a knock on your door. You’d invited Sirius and Remus to your flat for tea, wanting to actually spend some time in your own home for once. You got up, greeting them with a smile at the door and inviting them in.

“Take off your shoes, yeah?” You instructed as you started for the kitchen to put the kettle on. 

You heard the two of them shuffling as they took off their shoes and jackets, leaving them at the door. They both walked into the kitchen together, sitting at the island.

“How are you guys doing? Haven’t seen you in a few days,” you said, still turned around as you put on the kettle and started pulling down three mugs.

“Alright,” Sirius said casually. “Haven’t been terribly busy. I was thrilled you invited us, I’ve been quite bored.”

“I can imagine,” you chuckled, finally turning to them.

“You been okay?” Remus asked, looking as annoyingly caring as always.

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked at him for a moment, taking in how tired he looked. You hadn’t checked moon cycles lately, but it seemed just about that time. 

“Yeah. Super busy at work, but when your work is as delightful as mine, it’s hard to complain,” you smiled a little. “You look a bit tired, Mooney.”

He stared for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. I am. Moon is in two days.”

“Ah,” you sighed in understanding. “Thought so. I’m sorry.”

“I’m used to it.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“He’ll live,” Sirius said with a little wink to lighten the mood. 

You smiled a little. “I know.”

It wasn’t long before the kettle started whistling, and you filled each cup, leaving the milk and sugar out in between the three of you on the counter to fix it up the way you each liked to. 

“So…” you started as you stirred in some sugar.

“So…?” Remus questioned with a tired smile.

You swallowed once. “I’m thinking of… maybe not being so involved with the order.”

Sirius furrowed his brow, sitting up straight as he looked at you. “What?”

“Just… with missions and stuff. I’ll still go when I’m absolutely needed and be around for when I need to help with medical needs and stuff, but–”

“You want to take a step back?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I just don’t really think all the fighting is my strong suit. Plus, I always feel like I’m too worried about everyone else to be fully focused when I’m fighting. Which is obviously problematic.”

“Wow,” Sirius said simply, nodding a little.

Remus looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “I think it’s a good idea. You shouldn’t feel like fighting is the only way you can help. You’ll probably be even more helpful if we know for a fact that we can count on you if and when something goes wrong for the rest of us.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” you nodded again, then sighed softly. “You… don’t think it’s wrong for me to want to step back?”

“Of course not,” Remus replied. It was obvious he preferred you out of the field. He always had.

“No. No, we need you in tip top shape if you’re going to baby the rest of us,” Sirius said with a little humor. You could tell he was still surprised, but was trying to be fully supportive. “Like Mrs. Weasley. She likes to make sure we’re well fed, and you’ll make sure we don’t… uh…”

“I’ll make sure you guys aren’t letting a curse get the best of you.”

“Right,” Sirius smiled a little. “No, it’s a good idea.”

“Cool,” you breathed out. “Cool. I guess I’ll break the news at the next meeting.”

Remus smiled softly, brushing a thumb over the back of your hand as it rested on the counter in a rare show of affection. You ignored his slightly blushed cheeks as he pulled his hand away at last, along with the smug little smirk on Sirius’s face.

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‘The DCU is better’ ‘the MCU is better’ WRONG! PETER PARKER GOES TO GOTHAM CITY AO3 TAG IS BETTER! The fics in that tag are masters of stealing canon and making it theirs. am I allowed to get hyperfixated on Peter Parker goes to Gotham city crossover fanfiction. Is there a dark matter fandom. Perhaps even a Peter the pizza guy fandom. Mayhaps even a dumpster diving for treasure fandom. One might even ask if there is a fandom for Leap of Faith (Catch me if you can)

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the megastar dynamic in which starscream is more advisory and compels megatron to do horrible shit and is a wee bit masochistic is actually Peak

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okeydoke as I have not had much energy for working on stuff lately (but lots of motivation) I'm not gonna do proper NaNo with a wordcount or anything, BUT I am gonna make it a goal to get some amount of work done on a writing project every day (at least until I go away on the 24th). Main priority blaseball projects are, in no particular order:

Fic about the ending

Abner fic

Simon's Quest

secret fic(s) :)

get the Talkers exchange set up

Aside from that, I've been poking at more non-blaseball stuff, which is a good excuse for me to plug my writing blog @cyndakip! All my fics get posted there, so if you're interested in my writing beyond just blaseball (especially if you like pokemon), I recommend following me there, since I don't post non-blaseball fics here.