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marauder-misprint · 4 days ago

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Trust Fund

Sirius Black x Pettigrew!reader

5.7k words

cw: post-hogwarts, swearing, snogging, fluff

Being two years older than Peter, you did your best to not cross paths with him during the five years you shared at Hogwarts. You love your brother. That wasn’t why. You had just hoped that he would make his own path without being seen as your little brother, and he did. You didn’t pay attention to his friends either; you knew they were such a tight knit group that they were still living together now, after Hogwarts. Would you recognize any of them if you saw them out on the street? Probably not.

You frequented a wizarding club near your apartment that you shared with one of your friends from Hogwarts, Marie. She never came with you, opting to spend time with her boyfriend rather than a room full of sweaty people drinking and dancing. Her loss.

You usually left the club alone, despite the many times you’d be dancing with someone all night. Because you were such a regular, the bartenders and security guards all knew you, and they knew when you looked ever so slightly uncomfortable and when to step in. Without talking, they could tell when you were done with a person and they’d make sure you were okay when you were leaving. So, you always made it home safe to wake up slightly hungover in your own bed.

You expect tonight to go no different. You don a simple skater dress; you like the way the skirt would flare as you spin while dancing. Add heels, makeup and jewelry and you’re ready to go. Marie is already gone off to her boyfriend’s by the time you leave. It’s a short enough walk to the club. You tap your wand on the graffiti door in an alley. It solidifies and you’re able to enter. The security guard just nods at you as you pass by some girls who look far too young to be there.

“Hey, why aren’t you asking her for ID?” one of the girls complains.

The guard glares at her and she slinks to the back of her group. You laugh to yourself. You didn’t mind the special treatment you were given as thanks for being a regular. As you step through the second set of doors, you’re greeted with colorful, flashing lights, a thin fog of artificial smoke and the smell of alcohol, sweat and a sweet perfume that you know is misted around intermittently to counteract the sweat.

You wave to the bartender and he starts to make your usual drink. By the time you’ve moved through the small crowd between you and the bar, your drink is ready for you. You exchange your wand for your drink, as collateral to make sure you pay your tab at the end of the night. You lean against the bar, sipping your drink as you gaze around the club. Music is playing loudly, drowning out any conversation around you. You know you’ll need at least one more drink before you take the floor. Not too many people are here yet and you need more artificial confidence if you’re going to dance on a non-packed dance floor.

Then the bartender slides you a drink just as you finish the one in your hand.

“Oh, I didn’t ask for another one yet,” you say.

He leans forward across the bar. “It’s from the gentleman at the end, the one with the curly hair. Taking care of your tab tonight.”

You raise your eyebrows at the bartender after looking where he had briefly gestured.

“Then, I guess I don’t mind if I do…” you say, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

You know the guy is watching you, waiting. After a second sip, you abandon your spot to approach him. As you get closer, you see he’s wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt that looked like it once had a design or logo on it at one point but had faded away over time. Even closer, you notice the silver jewelry, on his hands, around his neck and in his ears. Damn, he’s attractive.

“So, Trust Fund, fancy a dance?” you ask before taking a sip of the drink he was paying for.

He cocks an eyebrow at you with a wide grin.

“I’d love one.”

You hold out your free hand for him to take so you can lead him out to the floor. It doesn’t take long for the guy to become touchy, but it’s a good touchy. His chest is pressed firmly into your back with his hands on your waist. His cologne breaks through perfumed air and perpetual smell of sweat. You welcome that. As you continue to dance together, his hands wander, down to your hips, back up to your waist, to your stomach and high, to your thighs. You can feel his breath on your neck. He is so close.

More songs play and you dance face-to-face as well. He’s just as close for that, his hands resting on your arse. Smiles adorn both your faces. You’re so caught up in his grey eyes, which he is unable to take off of you. You feel oblivious to the rest of the club, but it’s not your fault. He’s just so enchanting, so enthralling.

After a few more drinks, a mix of alcohol and water to pace yourself, you excuse yourself for the loo.

“You, my handsome Trust Fund, better still be here when I get back.”

“How ‘bout I get us another round? Meet you here?”

You nod. And he is waiting for you when you return, two drinks in hand as promised. You’re feeling emboldened. You take the drink he’s holding out for you and you slam it. He watches you with wild eyes. He’s enraptured with you. Then he mirrors your action, slamming his own drink. You take his cup and place both of them on a nearby table. Then you grab his shirt and pull him close to you. It’s the kind of action that makes your intentions obvious, and he obliges, bringing your faces ever closer together until lips meet. He tastes of the alcohol he’s been drinking and faintly of cigarettes. It’s anything but gentle and sweet. It’s hungry and fueled by desire. It doesn’t take long for you to be pushed against the wall, his tongue basically down your throat. You had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand tangled in his hair. His were groping your arse and holding your hips in place.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been attached to his face, but you break apart when someone near you says, “Get a room.”

You both laugh, resting foreheads against each other.

“My roommate isn’t home tonight,” you breathe.

“Yeah?”

You nod. Suddenly, you’re wearing matching grins. He throws an arm around your shoulder and leads you back to the bar, where he exchanges a small pile of galleons for your wands. You give the employees a sly smile, a silent “I’m okay.” The cool air of the night hits you with a wave of sobriety. The man next to you is still stunningly beautiful, which makes you smile to yourself.

“You live ‘round here?” he asks, looking down at you.

“Yeah, just a few blocks. What about you, Trust Fund?”

“Same. Not too far.”

You turn in the direction of home, his body following your movements. Every once in a while, he presses a gentle kiss into your hairline. The sweet action makes your heart flutter. You know bringing him back to your flat is a signal for certain activities, but the affection he shows you on the way makes you wonder what will become of this.

“This is my building,” you say once you’ve arrived.

He takes a moment to look at the street sign and building name. You’re not sure if he’s judging it or trying to memorize it.

“Okay, yeah, I know where we are,” he says after a moment. “I’m a bit that way.” He points diagonally backwards. “Would’ve been funny if we were in the same building though.”

“Well, we’re in the same building tonight,” you tell him, opening the front door and holding it open for him.

He follows you up a few flights of stairs and down the hallway to your door. The way he’s looking around, you think he’s counting each flight, each door you pass, so that if he had to come back without your help, he’d be able to.

“Trust Fund, you want tea?” you offer as soon as you lock the flat’s door behind you.

“Why’re you calling me that, huh?”

“What? Trust Fund?” you reply with a giggle.

He nods, tracing his hands up and down your arms as you stand in your kitchen.

“Instead of buying me a singular drink, you picked up my whole tab before even seeing if I was interested.”

He hums. “Bartender said you’re there often. Maybe I figured your bank account could use a break.”

“You asked Craig about me?” you tease.

“Craig?” he laugh and runs a hand through his hair. “Of course you’re on a first name basis with the bartender. You’re there often.”

“And I do drink within my means. My bank account is just fine, thank you very much.”

“So you never… go a little crazy?”

You give him a sweet smile and tuck a curl behind his ear.

“I don’t need alcohol to go crazy.”

He gives you an amused smirk before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, tea would be lovely.”

Quiet conversation flows naturally over your cups of tea. When the cups are empty, you place them in the sink. You feel his eyes watching you, as if taking your movements around your domicile. You begin to head to your room, but when you turn around, he’s still standing in your kitchen.

“Trust Fund, you coming? you ask suggestively.

He breaks out of whatever thought was holding him captive in his own head. He nods, a wide grin immediately appearing. He follows you into your room and closes the door behind you. Sure, your roommate wasn’t home now, but she came home early, there were things she didn’t need to see.

---

You wake up to an empty bed. Part of you wonders if maybe you’d had too much to drink last night and the beautiful man you’d brought home was all a dream. That is, until you actually get up. Marie is in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. She smiles with a wicked glint in her eyes when she sees you.

“I see you had fun last night.”

Your hand immediately snaps to your neck. If you had love bites on your neck, then he wasn’t a dream.

She laughs loudly. “I wasn’t talking about that! Check the fridge.”

You see a note placed under one of the magnets.

‘Text me sometime -Trust Fund <3’ with his number underneath.

“Trust Fund?” Marie asks after you smile at the note.

“This guy, absolutely stunning by the way, starts off with handling my entire tab before even saying hi. And even if he asked Craig the bartender how much I usually drink, that’s such a ballsy move.”

“And you brought him home.”

“Like I said, he was stunning.”

“Was he… any good?”

You blush furiously and look away. He had been. The best you’d had in years.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggles before loudly sipping her tea.

You move to put the kettle on with a roll of your eyes. As you wait for the water to boil, you reread the short note on the fridge. You like his handwriting, full of flourishes and flair. It fit his style. The note itself made your stomach flip. It meant that he had a good enough time last night too, enough that he wanted to see you again.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about what to text him or when to text him. You didn’t want to come off as too eager, but you didn’t want to wait too long and risk him becoming uninterested or thinking you just got lonely and wanted attention. You’re sitting on the couch with the TV on, but you’re not paying attention to it. You’re staring at your phone. You haven’t texted him yet, but you want to. Boy, do you want to.

“Merlin, just text him,” Marie says, coming out of her room.

“I don’t want to look-”

“He wouldn’t have left his number if he didn’t want you to text him,” she cuts you off. “I’m sure he’d love to see you again, which he can’t do until you text him.”

“He knows where I live,” you point out.

“That’s just an excuse! Text. Him.”

“Marie,” you whine.

“Do you want to see him again?” she asks, crossing her arms and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Yes.”

“Then text him. Doesn’t have to be much.”

“Like I can just say hi?”

“Yes! It’s not that difficult.”

“Says the girl who’s been dating her boyfriend since sixth year.”

“Whatever,” Marie laughs. “Speaking of, I’m off to Theo’s. You better have texted that poor sod by the time I’m back.”

You open your messaging app as soon as Marie is out the front door.

[Hey Trust Fund :)]

Your phone makes a swooshing noise as the text sends. And you wait. And wait. You stare at the phone. The TV provides background noise for your unraveling thoughts.

Did I wait too long to text? Did I not wait long enough? Was ‘Hey’ the wrong thing to say? What if he left the wrong number to mess with me? What if last night wasn’t as enjoyable for him as it was for me and he left his number to appear polite but has no intentions of seeing me again? What if-

Your phone dings. His message lights up your screen.

{hey sweetheart - sorry i had to leave, work :/}

[Who goes to the club when they work in the morning?]

{fun people}

[Where do you work?]

{trying to stalk me?}

[Curious to see where Trust Fund gets his money]

{the record store on cornwallis ln}

{always slow in the morning}

It’s fitting that he works in a music store; over the tea last night, he talked a faer bit about his favorite bands, one of which was on his shirt, despite it being so faded. You realize you’re smiling at your phone. You sigh and decide to be bold.

[Hope it’s not too forward, but I’d like to see you again. Last night was fun]

He doesn’t respond as quickly as he had been. You click the off button on your phone to make the screen go dark as you begin to internally panic. Maybe it was too forward. Too quick to suggest seeing him again.

Then your screen lights up again.

{i’d love that - busy wed evening?}

He’d love that. Your panic immediately subsides.

[Nope, but I am now ;)]

---

He suggested a local cafe that did cocktail nights with live music. He’d been to a few of them before, describing it as a laidback scene, casual. It sounded like a good idea so you agreed. You had spent far too long staring at your closest deciding what to wear, only to end up in jeans and a flowy top. A cute outfit but not as “trying hard” as a different skater dress or a skirt would have been. He had said he would meet you outside your building and you’d be able to walk there together.

“Hey gorgeous!” he calls out as he approaches you. He’s wearing jeans, no rips this time, and a different band tee.

You feel more confident in your outfit.

“Hey Trust Fund.”

“Oh, still calling me that, are you?”

You laugh, “Well, I don’t actually know your name…”

“Never came up, did it?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. Then you hold out your hand and say your first name.

He takes your hand to shake it and laughs with you. “Sirius.”

“Like the star?”

“Surprised you know it.” You give him a do I look stupid look. “Not in that way! Most people just don’t recognize it.”

You watch him take out his phone and go to what you assume is your contact.

“Aw, I’m there as pretty thing? That’s cute! You should keep it!”

“You are, no doubt. That’s why that’s what I went with. But I like names, nicknames. Helps me keep track of who’s who, you know?”

“Got a couple pretty things in your phone?”

He flushes at your teasing.

“No,” he says slowly. “But I do have roommates who like to steal my phone and change all of the contact names. If they saw one pretty thing, every. single. contact. would be pretty thing and I’d have to spend hours figuring out which one is you.”

“Well, you’re staying as Trust Fund,” you say with a cheeky smile. “Plus, my brother would probably look at my phone and ask ‘why are you texting a star?’”

“You got a brother?”

“Yup. Just one. What about you? Any siblings?”

“One brother too. We’re not too close.”

“Huh,” you say. “I’m not close with mine either. Siblings, what can I say?”

You both laugh and start to walk to the cafe.

---

It quickly becomes a thing where you and Sirius are seeing each other in person at least once a week, and texting and calling multiple times a day. It wasn’t like you were codependent already. Sirius was just intoxicating, you were addicted to him. You wanted to share everything little thing that happened with him, and the feeling was reciprocated. And you wanted to share him with the people around you. You talked Marie and Theo’s ears off about him.

“You sound absolutely smitten,” Theo laughs one evening when he and Marie decided for a night in at your shared flat rather than his.

“Smitten?” Marie asks, shocked. “She’s obsessed! Try asking her about her work, about her other friends, literally anything else. She will somehow tie it back to this boy.”

You shrug. “Not my fault all topics lead back to him.”

“Apparently it’s my fault for encouraging you to text him. If I hadn’t meddled in your love life, you’d still be single and I would still have my sanity.”

“You lost that a long time ago,” Theo says, wrapping his arms around Marie.

“Theo, you’d love him.” Your eyes light up. “We should do a double date!”

“At least let me meet him first before you force him upon Theo! I think roommate ranks higher than roommate’s boyfriend!”

Sirius, on the other hand, kept you to himself as much as he could. While he didn’t gush to his friends about you, they still knew how much you meant to him, even if they didn’t know your name yet. It was the way he jumped for his phone when your text notification echoed through the flat, the way he smiled when you called and then immediately took the call in a different room, the way he spent a little extra time to make sure he looked good before leaving the flat to meet you somewhere.

“Off to see my girl, later dudes,” was yelled as he left, leaving the boys to share a knowing look.

Sirius was serious about this girl. And for them to get a little more information out of him all they needed to do was get some alcohol in him. They were hosting game night with some of their Hogwarts friends. As always, drinks were flowing and Sirius wasn’t holding himself back.

“Sirius, I have a question for you,” Lily says, cornering him in the kitchen as he went to retrieve another beer from the fridge.

“Shoot, Evans,” Sirius says nonchalantly.

“James says you got a girlfriend,” she says.

He cracks open the beer and takes a swig. “That’s a statement, love.”

“You’re not denying it,” she retorts, a smile creeping onto her face.

“How come you’re talking about my lovelife with Prongs?”

Lily laughs as they return to the group.

“Talking about it is certainly one way to describe it. More like he was complaining that you haven’t brought her round yet.”

“Who hasn’t been brought around?” Mary asks, looking up from her cards.

“Sirius got himself a proper girlfriend.”

“Proper?” Mary questions. “How proper we talking?”

“Smiling at his phone and hour-long calls,” Remus answers for Sirius.

“Oh! So this is serious!” Marlene exclaims.

“I’m always Sirius,” he replies as he plops down onto the couch next to Remus.

“So you’re going to tell us about her, yeah?” Marlene says, her voice implying it was more of a statement than a request.

The alcohol impedes his decision-making skills. So the first thing he says about you is…

“She’s on a first-name basis with the bartender at the club where we met.”

Lily chokes on her drink.

“She’s an alcoholic?” Peter gasps.

“No! No. No. She just goes, went? Goes there often. Dunno. But damn, she’s captivating as well.” He hums. “I like her. A lot.”

“He admits it!” James says, nudging Lily. “He admits it.”

“Yeah, I heard him, babe.”

“O’ course I admit it,” Sirius says a snippy. “She didn’t mind going to that cocktail cafe.”

“Still sounding like an alcoholic…” Peter murmurs.

Mary slaps his shoulder. “Be nice.”

“She likes to dance. She danced with me at the cafe,” Sirius says before taking another swig of beer. “We walked around that muggle art exhibit and she actually knew stuff ‘bout it. Like composition and whatnot. She’s smart like that.”

“Drinks, dances and knows art… Sounds like a keeper,” Remus says with a laugh.

“Do you have like cute nicknames for each other yet? Lil pet names?” Mary asks.

Sirius smiles widely. “Yeah! Well, she does for me. She has me in her phone as Trust Fund.”

The group just stares at him blankly, which wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

“What?”

“Trust Fund?” Lily asks, furrowing her brows. “So she’s dating you for your money?”

SIrius’ eyes go wide in realization. That nickname needed its backstory.

“No! No, Godric no. The night I met her, I told the bartender I’d pay for her entire tab before I even said hi. So she assumed I had money to fall back on and called me that all night.”

“Certainly one thing to moan in bed…” Peter mumbled, earning himself another light slap from Mary.

Sirius didn’t give him a reaction.

“And then later, she said that if she put Sirius in her phone, her brother would ask why she’s texting a star,” Sirius continued with a laugh.

The air in the room eases.

“She knows I have a job! And she does too. Honestly, the Black fortune hasn’t come up. She’s not like that.”

“Sirius, we believe you,” Marlene says. “What is she in your phone?”

“Her name with a black heart emoji.”

“Classy,” Remus slurs.

“Shut up,” Sirius says, but his words have no bite.

He’s just smiling into his beer can.

The next day as he’s cleaning up from game night, Sirius steps into Peter’s room. If he was going to run the dishwasher, he wanted all the dishes and Peter had a habit of hoarding his used cups. A picture of Peter’s family on vacation sitting on the dresser catches Sirius’ eye. Peter is really young in the old photo which Sirius assumes was taken sometime pre-Hogwarts. He can’t help but think the girl standing next to Peter looks vaguely familiar. He probably just recognizes her from Hogwarts, being that she is Peter’s sister, he tells himself, unable to completely place the face. He doesn’t think much of it, grabbing two rather large stacks of cups and leaving Peter’s room.

In the kitchen, he organizes the cups into the dishwasher and starts it up. Then he moves around the living room, picking up wrappers and cans.

“Since when do you clean up after game night?” Remus asks, leaning against the doorframe of his room. His voice is scratchy from just waking up.

Looking down at the rubbish in his hands, Sirius says, “I guess since today?”

“What’s eating your mind then?”

“Huh?”

“Padfoot, I’ve lived with you for about half my life. You’re acting like an elf. What’s going on?”

“Just thinking about her.”

“And that has you cleaning?”

“She’s just… unreal.”

“Unreal,” Remus repeats back to him.

“Haven’t felt like this about a girl before, Moony. All those Hogwarts girls? They don’t compare.”

Remus chuckles and stands up straighter before walking over to Sirius. He places his hands on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Sounds like you fell quick and hard, m’friend.”

“Fell…”

“If you like her more than all the girls from school… Sirius, you might be in love.”

---

“Hey, Wormtail, where you off to? I thought we were having roommate dinner?” James calls from the kitchen of the boys’ flat.

“I told you I couldn’t tonight,” he says as he pulls on a coat. “I got that family dinner.”

“Ugh, I forgot!” James groans.

“Is it like national family dinner night or something?” Sirius asks, joining James in the kitchen.

“Dunno, why?”

“Girlfriend’s got family dinner tonight too.”

“Speaking of,” Remus says from where he’s sat in the living room, “when do we get to meet this amazing chick?

Sirius shrugs. “Whenever I decide she’s ready to handle a game night with you bastards.”

“Alright, that’s it. I’m outtie!” Peter calls before the front door slams behind him and the rest of the boys hear the lock turn.

“Just give us some warning before she comes over, yeah? We’ll clean up a bit,” Remus says with a wink.

“And if it’s for a game night, we can invite the girls too!” James adds. “Lils, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary. The whole gang.”

“Yeah, and we can invite Reg, and Evan and Junior, and Pandora too. Then I’ll take her to meet my parents immediately after,” Sirius replies sarcastically.

The boys give him blank looks.

“The whole Hogwarts gang might be a bit much. You lot are a bit much, but not much I can do ‘bout that,” he explains.

“Aw, he doesn’t want to scare her off,” Remus coos, joining the other two in the kitchen.

“No, I don’t,” Sirius says firmly. “Now what are you making, Prongs? I’m getting hungry.”

“Spaghetti. Remus, what sauces we got?”

Remus opens the cupboard with a squeak. “Ah, looks like red sauce, red sauce number two, white sauce, green sauce… third red sauce.”

“Eh. Pick one of the reds.” James looks over his shoulder at Sirius, who is leaning against the counter. “For a girl you’re obsessed with, we still don’t actually know her name.”

---

Peter’s already there when you arrive at your parents’ house. He’s talking with your dad as they set the table. Your mum is in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner.

“Smells like I arrived just in time!” you say, taking off your coat.

“I’m setting the table, you’re clearing it,” Peter informs you.

“Darling, go help your mother bring the food to the table,” your dad says.

You do help your mum set the table and you sit down as a family. Since you and Peter don’t live too far away, your parents try to have dinner once a month to catch up. Your dad rants about the people he works with. Your mum discusses the gossip from her book club. Peter starts talking about a movie that he saw with some of his roommates.

“Oh, I saw that movie with my boyfriend!” you interject.

“You have a boyfriend?” your mum asks, clearly intrigued. “This is new!”

“Yeah, it is. Only been official for a week or so now.”

“You were going to tell us… when?” your dad asks.

You roll your eyes. “I was going to, Dad. I’m an adult, I don’t have to tell you about everyone I date.”

“There’s more?” your mum nearly exclaims.

“Not really, no, but the point is I don’t have to tell you. Until I’m sure they are sticking around for a while.”

“Yeah? You like this one?” Peter asks, putting down his fork.

“I do, Pete. He’s a good guy.”

“Didn’t you say that about your fifth year boyfriend?”

You snort a laugh. “Don’t go bringing Diggory into this.”

“So, where did you meet this fellow?” your dad asks, trying to avoid a sibling argument.

Peter never liked Amos Diggory and, while he had treated you kindly for a while, Amos ended up cheating on you. You shut down for a while, which you still think is a perfectly normal reaction, but Peter was concerned for his big sister.

“Ah, um, well,” you stumble over your words. “This little cafe near my flat.”

You were not going to tell your parents that you met your boyfriend at a club. Meeting at a cafe was a much cuter scenario that kept their internal image of their pristine daughter. You assumed they knew you weren’t pristine, but it was one of those things you don’t talk about with your parents unless you have to. It was easier that way.

“That’s nice, sweetie. Pete, you seeing anyone?” your mum asks, taking the attention off you for a moment.

Peter blushes. “No. Been focused on work.”

“Whatever happened between you and that girl… what’s her name… She went to school with you?”

“Really narrows it down, Mum.”

“Martha?”

“Mary?” Peter all but gasps. He blushes deeper. “Nothing ever really happened with her.”

“So that Appleby Arrows?” you ask your dad.

Peter didn’t need to discuss a failed attempt at a relationship with your parents. The fact that they knew about it was embarrassing enough. You knew the two were still friends; from what you had heard, he wanted a relationship and she didn’t so they somehow managed to be friendly for the friend group’s sake. Peter gave you a thankful look and you both filled your mouths with your mum’s cooking as your dad started ranting about the most recent match and the horrendous officiating.

---

“Didn’t we go to school with someone named Sirius?” Marie muses later in the week.

When you first told her your boyfriend’s name, she laughed. It’s just such an odd name, she had said. And now, she was thinking they knew someone else with that name, especially after she told Theo and he brought up school.

“Probably? He’s a wizard living in London. I would not be surprised if he went to Hogwarts.”

“But surely we’d recognize him then.”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll ask next time I see him. But I can’t say I really paid attention to anyone younger than us, so even if he did, it doesn’t matter.”

“I keep forgetting he’s younger!” she exclaims. “You usually go for the older dudes.”

“Older dudes go for me,” you correct her, a smile playing at your lips. “Sirius just works though, you know?”

“If he makes you happy, I’m happy. I’m not the one snogging him on our couch.”

You laugh. “At least I do it when you’re not home.”

“And I go to Theo’s.”

You clink your glasses in solidarity.

---

You’re laying on the couch with Sirius, watching an American forensic TV show, when you remember that conversation with Marie. You figure now is as good of a time as any.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?”

“Did you go to Hogwarts?”

“Uh, yeah, I did.”

You hum. “What house were you in?”

“Gryffindor?”

“Oh! You probably know my brother then.”

“Yeah?” he says, looking down at you in his arms. “What’s his name?”

“Peter.”

Sirius sits up, forcing you out of his embrace, with his eyes wide.

“Peter as in Peter Pettigrew?”

“Yeah.”

You move out of his way as he stands up and begins pacing. You watch him, unsure of his reaction.

“Sirius?”

“I’m dating my best friend’s sister? How did… what?”

My best friend’s sister. So that meant that he was Peter’s roommate now too. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Sirius is pacing and muttering confused fragments to himself.

“Sirius?”

“You’re a Pettigrew?” he asks, pausing for a moment to look at you.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

He doesn’t answer right away. That stings. He runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing again. The girl in the photo in Peter’s room is you.

“No, it’s not a problem,” he says after a few paces. “It’s just… just… very, very unexpected?”

You stand up and go to hold his shoulders, stopping his pacing.

“It’s good we figured this out before we ended up at your place, yeah?”

He groans but it’s lighthearted. “Godric, that’d be embarrassing.” He pauses as he thinks. “Shit, that’s going to be embarrassing. ‘Hey, Peter. This is my girlfriend. You know her as your sister.’”

Sirius forcefully rests his forehead on your shoulder. You card your fingers through his hair to comfort him.

“Well, it’s that or you wait for a Pettigrew family event and I introduce you as ‘Sirius, my boyfriend, and Peter’s longtime best friend.’”

“That’s not any better,” he says to your shoulder.

“We have to tell him at some point.”

“Do we?”

“Probably. Guess it depends on how serious this is.”

“This?”

“Us.” You pause and lean backwards so Sirius has to lift his head back up. “There is still an us, right?”

“Yeah, yes, of course,” he says rushed. “Sorry, my brain is-”

“Taking it all in. Yeah.” You offer him a soft smile before it falls from your face. “Wait, so what’s your surname?”

He laughs. “Legally, Black. Sirius Orion Black. But the Potters basically adopted me when I ran away.”

“Potters… Jake or something?”

“James.”

“Ah… How did our surnames never come up?”

“You were the one who calls me Trust Fund.”

“You’re a Black!” you exclaim, dots connecting. “You are a trust fund! I knew it!”

“Dating me for my money are you?” he teases.

“You paid my tab first. That’s on you.” You lean up to kiss his nose. “And then you won me over by being irresistibly you.”

“Aw, don’t make me blush.”

“I think it’s my life goal now.”

lol this has been sitting in my drafts for a while - was fun to write and polish up

#marauders #marauders fic #marauder-misprint #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #pettigrew!reader

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bunnyinatree · 2 years ago

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One of my favorite things in Wizard101 is how storylines that were once released across multiple updates are now available all at once. The professors tell you to relax and take a well-earned rest, but as soon as you walk out the door, a bubble appears to direct you to the next world-threatening struggle.

When I finished Grizzleheim on my Ice wizard a couple of months ago (just before starting Wintertusk), Ambrose called me even before I had stepped outside. I thought it was so silly that I decided to make a comic out of it! C:

[image ID: a four-panel comic with digitally drawn characters and with backgrounds taken directly from Wizard101 (using photomancy) then edited slightly to fit each image. In the first panel, an anthropomorphic polar bear (the king of Grizzleheim, Valgard Goldenblade), says, "Thank you, Young Wizard, for saving Grizzleheim." There are two yellow boxes that read, "BZZT!" to signal a phone buzzing. The wizard, the back of whose hat you can see in the bottom right corner, says, "Hang on, I better take this..." In the second panel, the same wizard (wearing gear from a holiday pack and wielding a Sky Iron Hasta) says, "Hello?" It's Merle Ambrose! In the same type of yellow box as before, the text reads, "Young Wizard! Terrible news! Grizzleheim is in grave danger! You must go there at once!" (A disembodied Merle Ambrose head drawn in yellow and orange signifies that he is the one speaking.) The third panel is a close-up of the Ice wizard's face. Her glasses have glazed over menacingly, and her upbeat smile has turned into a disapproving straight line. The speech bubble next to her features a lone ellipses. The fourth panel is a similar close-up of the king. His expression has fallen. His eyes are comically blank, and there's a large bead of sweat dripping down one side of his face. His speech bubble features a matching ellipses. End image ID.]

#wizard101 #grizzleheim #wintertusk #w101 #my art

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lulublack90 · 3 months ago

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Prompt 26 - Harry

@wolfstarmicrofic September 26, word count 524

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Two days, they waited. They wanted Voldemort mad. They wanted him not thinking clearly. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was all they had.

They apparated to the edge of the old forest behind Fenrir’s camp in a big open field in the late afternoon and got to work.

A few hours later, James led Peter to the grassy area.

“Call him,” He told Peter. The cowering man raised his right hand, with James still holding on tightly, and pressed his wand to the dark mark.

They waited with bated breath until an almighty crack rang out, and Voldemort appeared alone in the centre of the field.

“Ah, so you figured out Wormtail’s little secret?” He said once he’d surveyed the area. His high, raspy voice was somehow easily heard, though he spoke quietly.

It was almost dark now, the light barely illuminating the gathered group. Sirius, Remus and James stood shoulder to shoulder with Peter at their feet. “Lord Black and his little lackeys. You’ve caused me a great deal of trouble killing Fenrir, you know. My death eaters have had to pick up the slack. They would like very much to have the opportunity to share their grievances with you,” Voldemort moved his mouth in that odd way that meant he was trying to smile. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Sirius barked out a laugh. Voldemort narrowed his red eyes at them.

“It’s such a shame that your traitorous brother couldn’t be here to watch you die, but he got in my way and, unfortunately… Well, you can guess,” Voldemort cackled. Sirius folded his arms and crooked a brow.

“Oh really?” He said, standing aside and revealing Regulus behind him.

“Hello, Tom,” Regulus smirked. “Say your goodbyes as you won’t be leaving here tonight.

“YOU!!!!” Voldemort hissed furiously, spit flying from his lipless mouth. He then spun on the spot. Sirius had to hold back his laughter at the ridiculous pirouette.

While Voldemort had been waffling on, Regulus had cast an antiappartiion charm over the entire area. Voldemort straightened up and raised his wand, preparing to duel. Sirius cracked his neck; it was nearly time. “Do you truly believe the three of you could possibly be a match for the great Lord Voldemort?! You would need an army to even make a dent,” He scoffed. Sirius and Remus dropped to the ground.

“Well, it’s a good job I brought one then,” Regulus taunted as James grabbed his hand and Peters. Regulus dug in his pocket and pulled out the muggle ID that the camper had dropped, Harry Felds apparently, and held it tightly. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Remus had turned it into a Portkey, transporting them safely back to their camp.

Voldemort turned to the remaining wizards only to find them replaced with their enormous wolves, the moonlight reflecting in their eyes.

“ATTACK!!!” Sirius shouted down the link to every single member of the pack, hidden just inside the tree line. The concealment spells fell, and twenty werewolves, including Sirius and Remus, charged towards Voldemort. The so-called Dark Lord didn’t stand a chance.

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pupsmailbox · 10 months ago

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MAGIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ ace. adonis. agate. amber. ambrose. amethyst. anders. aqua. aquamarine. arion. arthur. ashlin. asriel. astra. astrid. astro. athena. atlas. aurora. blaise. bran. briar. bruxo. bunnie. bunny. calamity. callisto. callum. calypso. cantasyia. caspian. cassian. cassiopeia. cedar. cedric. celeste. celestine. cherish. circe. clem. clemet. cosmo. coven. crystalesse. crystalette. cullen. cynthia. draco. drake. dreerie. duske. eerene. elphias. elysia. ember. emil. espen. etherial. fay. felix. finn. finnley. florian. fredrich. fyre. galatea. galen. garnet. glyra. griffin. haven. hazoire. hera. hypnyra. indigo. jade. jasper. jinx. juno. jynx. kara. kian. kimble. krystal. krystalle. lapis. lennix. leo. link. lucien. lumen. lumiere. luna. lune. lunesse. lunette. luz. lyra. mabel. mac. mackenzie. maddie. maddy. madelyn. madison. maggi. maggie. magia. magique. magnus. maria. max. maxwell. melanie. melodie. melody. mercy. mia. milena. miles. milo. minerva. moonesse. moonette. myrror. mystique. nova. onyx. opal. orion. oscar. oswald. pandora. pearl. pearlesse. pearlette. pearlle. phineas. phoebe. phoenix. pinkie. pinky. ruby. rune. sage. salem. sapphire. selene. seraphina. sereia. silouet. sirus. skye. sol. sora. sorcyrie. soren. spella. twyla. twyllusia. vince. zephyr.

PRONOUNS︰ amu/amulet. an/angel. arc/arcane. bad/bad. bless/bless. bo/bone. brew/brew. ca/cast. can/candle. cha/charm. cla/clash. con/conjure. cr/crystal. cur/curse. de/demon. di/dim. du/dusk. en/enchantment. en/entity. eon/eon. eternity/eternity. ev/evil. fan/fantasy. fea/feared. fi/fight. fla/flame. fu/future. go/golden. go/good. h?/h?m. hae/haze. hex/hex. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ill/illusion. ix/ix. jar/jar. know/knowledge. ma/mage. ma/magic. mag/magic. mag/magical. mag/magician. magic/magic. mi/mist. mis/misfortune. mys/mysterious. myth/myth. myth/mythical. obs/obscure. pe/peril. po/potion. po/power. poi/poison. potion/potion. pu/purge. pur/pure. pur/purity. rit/ritual. sh?/h?r. sha/dow. shae/shade. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sigil. sini/ster. soc/sorcery. som/somber. sor/sorcery. spe/spell. spell/spell. spi/spirit. sup/supernatural. th?y/th?m. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. vae/vaer. wa/wand. wand/wand. wi/wise. wi/witch. wit/witchcraft. witch/witch. wiz/wizard. ✨. 🍀. 🐀. ��. 🕯️. 🕷️. 🥀. 🦴. 🦷. 🧙🏻. 🧙🏻‍♀️. 🧿.

#pupsmail︰id packs #id pack #npt #name suggestions #name ideas #name list #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #pronoun list #neopronouns #nounself #emojiself #magickin #wizardkin #witchkin #witchcore

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williiiamafton · 4 days ago

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GGRHHHHR GRGRGHWOOOWLL VWIOLETBLOODED/VWIOLET/SEACREATURES/PORPEL CRONUS AMPORA THEMED IDpack plsplsplsPLEAASSEEPLEASEE!!! PURPLE!!!!!!! STONER!!!!!!!! GREASER!!!!!!THEME IT GOOD pls ty poook

" cronus ampora id pack " requested

◞ ⋆﹕ names cronus, offender, masochist, vincent, dally, deuce, trey, buck, getch, rachet, champ, butch, rutsy, wheels, itchy, audio, sound, bitch, wizard

◞ ⋆﹕ pronouns he / him, they / them, it / it's, that / that's, guy / guy's, wizard / wizard's, star / star's, 8 / 8's, 8t / 8t's, greaser / greaser's, sound / sound's, punk / punk's, dice / dice's, www / www's, ◞ ⋆﹕ xenos / extra identities trollstuckic, trollkin, cronuscharic, everspiral, orblexic, rebel flag, slutty bisexual, destria, panic gender, silly filled, monsterkin, echovoxic

- credits◝ art on profile & post . ✰

#☆ . . 💧 williiiamafton #☆ . . 💧 id packs #plural system #id packs #gender identity #cronus ampora #homestuck

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sacrifesse · 1 month ago

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┣▇▇▇═─ MAGiC iD PACK 〰️

🪄 ︵︵ REQUESTED BY @basiliskscaveconvocation ᶻ 𝗓

🪄 ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the magicians , the magic system/collective/etc. , the witches , the wizards , the coven collective , the wand users , the potion brewers , the spell casters

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : athena , lilith¹ , cyrus¹ , atlas , achilles , angel¹ , aphrodite , apollo , artemis , atticus , bless , eternity , eternitie , evangeline , eon , gloria , hera , karma , lucky , maggie , noble , saint¹ , saintesse¹ , sabrina

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : magic magics , wand wands , potion potions , brew brews , spell spells , jar jars , bless blesses , eternity eternitys , eon eons , myth myths , 🪄 🪄s , 🔮 🔮s , 🫙 🫙s , 🍀 🍀s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : magicalmysticism , potentpotions , sinfulspells

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the magician , the wand user , the potion brewer , the spell caster , the witch , the wizard , prn who is a member of a coven , the one of myths and legends , prn whose wand never fails prn

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : gendermagic , gendermagician , genderwizard

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : magicgender , magicgender , magiloveboy , magifamiliaric , fantasytropic , magicdeity , witchish , magicalmysteric , plantmageic , witchyspaceic , magicatgender , transmagicgender , maeuyelimmic , wizorbic , magicbungender , wondergender , spellbookic

[PT: magic id pack. requested by basiliskscaveconvocation. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

#— ꒰ completed ꒱#id pack #snpt #nput #npt #system names #names #pronouns #usernames #users #titles #gender systems #xenogenders #magic

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birdbrain-npts · 3 months ago

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Enderman ID Pack

Pt: Enderman ID Pack /end pt

Names: Amethyst, Beholder, Binding Eye, Blight Eye, Cassandra, Crow, Drogo, End, Ender, Eye, Hecate, Heka, Hekate, Indigo, Jet, Keira, Kieran, Lilac, Marvel, Miracle, Morgan, Morrgan, Myle, Oculus, Raven, Ravenous Eye, Reaping Eye, Savage Eye, Spiked Eye, Thoth, Viola, Violet, Witch, Wizard

Pronouns: end/ends, ender/enders, end/ender, enderman/endermans, enderfolk/enderfolks, dark/darks, vwoop/vwoops, tele/teleport, teleport/teleports, eye/eyes, purp/purple, purple/purples, slenderman/slendermans, it/its, haunt/haunts, haunter/haunters, endersent/endersents, snare/snares, snareling/snarelings, watch/watchs, watcher/watchers, watchling/watchlings, 🌀/🌀s, 👁️/👁️s, 🎮/🎮s, 🔮/🔮s

Titles: prn that is trapped by the Ender Dragon, prn that lives in the void, prn that picks up blocks, prn that ruins builds, prn that serves / cares for the Ender Dragon, prn that speaks Enderman, prn that speaks in reverse, prn who is part of a haunt, prn who lives in the End, prn who teleports, the end / void born, the enderman / enderwoman / enderfolk, the endersent, the snareling, the watchling / watcher / sentinel

Genders: Minecraftgender, Endergender, Enderhoard, Endermasc, Enderpearlgender, Endervoid, Endgender, Endermachoric, Endermesta, Enderagender, Enderhonum, Kenider, Endthing, Minevoidgender, Endgender, Endcityic, Elytraegender, Kendic, Endportalblockic, Purplegender, Darkvioletgender

Other ids: Endana, Enderman, Enderman 4 Enderman Amasui, Enderallion, Alderenderish, Endervior, Endernic, Alderender, Endenati, Endnati, ender/enders, Vast Aligned, Black Tea, Fine Wine

Text in bold is: Names, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

All term names are links

Tagging @id-pack-archive

#npt #npts #npt list #npt blog #npt pack #npt suggestions #npt ideas #pronoun suggestions #name suggestions #title suggestions #id pack #please ignore the fact i immediately gave up on putting ids in alphabetical order

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footprint-in-the-snow · 1 year ago

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I actually desperately want someone to explain every reference in the SATVB art please <3

okay so i havent figured out Everything but this is most of what i can gather. sorry there arent links to specific references im not supposed to be doing this i need to be packing for uni 😭 but this is everything off the top of my head !

starting from the left wall theres the peep show poster which matty has said to be his favourite show in a reddit comment, idk what the streets poster is a reference to, the ghost on an island is an antichrist reference 'theres a ghost on this island' and then the petrol can is an its not living reference as 'danny works in a petrol station'

so the back wall obviously the cancelled banner for lols, 4 days since last incident as a general meme reference?, do not use emergency only is likely a reference to mattys abstinence from social media and being a bit OTG, flushed away poster is obvious, the fake matty quote which he never said and was on the problematic, oasis poster as they need to stop marding and get back together!!! from Q with Tom Powell and various other Oasis call outs, Maroon 5 as problemattic beef, Newcastle United as duh, Frozen as he referenced liking frozen in a couple 2014 interviews particularly the moshcam (?) one, idk about the IDs and then the box from the philharmonic orchestra album, the icon from the mind shower detox thing they did for notes which was a 3d tour thing that's still up and then the height chart as matty is short <3 and the good boy points which i dont know what it is referring to specifically but i think its funny

now the window/right wall has la poesie est dans la rue is etched into the tree and is an easter egg in quite a few music videos and is a reference to love it if we made it, the minion i assume is a reference to the deuxmoi thing of matty sending minion memes to a girl, and then a camera i assume is a general comment on the lack of privacy you get as a celebrity and 'house with just three walls' etc

the couch and table has matty smoking and chained to the couch as a reference to the consumption bit and could be reference to the idea that he is stuck in a position of his own doing, hann is a wizard i presume as a hobbit reference? and then the dubai and malaysia flags as he got banned,oxygen tank from consumption, cross due to the religious signposting on his ig story and a juxtaposition to his atheism, thesaurus for those big words, infinite jest as its referenced in sincerity is scary, wine, cigarettes, xanax as a reference to 'Xanax and a newport' in part of the band, i live cum mug from the problemattic, american flag as a lot of their music is informed by Americana especially on notes(? maybe also just because america)

then on the floor here theres the coke bottles as matty cannot be seen without one, the piss/apple juice from when he was spotted with gabbriette, the fox i saw on twitter means temptation so could be a very subtle hint towards temptation from porn and the right and so on, raw meat from consumption and its being 'swept under the rug' so could be a metaphor for matty being problematic and it being glossed over by him, hairdye as there was twitter rumour he dyed his grays and matty has previously said he would not, flame and wok box as the boys used to work there, typewriter from the typed up letters he used to do but u dont know what 'im not a beatnik im a catholic' is a reference to, true romance is one of mattys favourites and was a key inspiration for the robbers video

i have no clue what this is other than human blunt? and seeds and beans? as a gyat reference? help?

this corner has the married computer so man who married a robot, lotion and tissues for activities, cow with glassjaw hoodie as a nod to when we are together and also the nme interview where he mentions that hoodie as the one he put on at 13 and took off at 19 if im correct, grass block from satvb promo, tent could be a nod to reading and leeds? then skeleton with the lab coat i dont know exactly but i think it could be another problemattic reference with me on the brain, and then 2013 george with his blue gatorade as in most gigs you can see his blue gatorade with its own stand!! (though i watched trsmnt the other day and it was orange) and he is producing i think it could have been drawn from a photo but i cba to find it

and last but not least, ross!!! who is also jesus as there were lots of memes surrounding him looking like jesus or being a personal jesus and so on, also could be to do with the problemattic post of ricky gervais on the cross for being an atheist, penguin!! because ross likes penguins, bees are a manchester symbol, beer, robber with the iconic 2014 shirt, greggs sausage roll i presume from when one got thrown onstage but also the twitter meme of 'i saw matty crying in x greggs' and then i think the last on is a mortal kombat character and nearly forgot but ross also has a lamp as he turned off the lamps at the end of when we are together during atvb on stage

#sorry if this is really messy and jumbled #but hopefully its a good overview!!#ethan goes off on one again #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #at their very best #asks

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please-let-me-be-horny · 2 months ago

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The Good, The Bad, The Neutral: Devils Night.

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It was Devils Night. Mischief Night. The night before Halloween where Antisocial behaviour sky rockets. Petty vandalism, public intoxication, and public indecency is the rule of the evening. For Good, Bad and Neutral, it was the only night a year where they could safely go on a night out. When everyone is in costume. In masks. When it's normal to be anonymous.

Good had been excited for tonight for the last 12 months. And the wait was finally over. Standing Infront of the mirror, he adjusted his fake beard and glasses, ensuring his face was concealed whilst maintaining the excellent Wizards costume he had put together this year. Behind him, The Intern was helping Bad with his Ghost face costume.

"Newt! Hurry up! We only get one night a year to do something fun and I'm not wasting it waiting for you to choose the right cufflinks."

"do you guys really only go out once a year? Like you guys don't even go for a nice meal on your birthday or anything?"

"Yeah, that's Newts idea. Says it's only safe for us to be out and about tonight and tomorrow night because of all the costumes and because security is gonna be too busy trying to keep things in order." Good rolled his eyes, placing his hands over his ears in a lazy attempt to mimic Neutral. "Blegh blegh, it's too risky, blegh blegh, we have to stay under the radar, I don't like it when my mash potatoes touche my peas, bleegh"

"yeah well, one of us has to be the buzzkill around here..." Neutral came out from behind the door to his room, wearing a suit. Beneath his jacket was a battle belt, containing a series of prop weapons magazines.

"...I thought you were dressing up?"

"I am dressing up! This is Val Kilmers look from Heat..." Neutral huffed, quietly disappointed that no one recognised his costume.

"You look great, mate, now come on, you're our designated driver!" Good gripped Neutral by the shoulder and began walking him towards the van. "Chick? We'll be back in the morning. There's food in the fridge, don't do anything that would cause Newt to have an aneurysm."

"and don't touch my stuff!" Neutral called back, before getting bundled into the driver's seat if the van.

Behind them, Bad glanced at himself in the mirror, checking his costume, and flexing his hands in the leather gloves.

"Yeah...it's based off his outfit from Dead By Daylight...he's my favourite Killer..." The intern blushed slightly as Bad turned to face her in his mask. She was used to being able to see his eyes, but in this mask, they were replaced by deep, empty voids. She couldn't read him as he approached, head cocked to the side in his usual form of curious observation. He loomed over her for a moment, before reaching up and gently petting her in the head. Satisfied with his costume, Bad approached the back of the van, stepping in through the side door, and slamming it shut behind him.

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It's difficult to get into a nightclub without an ID, but it isn't impossible. Especially when the bar staff forget to close the fire escape properly after they've finished their smoke break.

"You'd think security would be more careful about their capacity after The Station fire..."

"Newt, with the super morbid reference to a tragedy. Man, you really are the life of the party, aren't you, bud?"

"I'm not here to party, I'm here to make sure you two don't end up in handcuffs."

"really? I thought I was because you couldn't get any bitches on your own" Good offered a smug grin, before turning back around and opening up the door that connected the service corridor to the club.

The dance floor was packed with an assortment of colours and masked faces. Zombie Athletes, Toilet paper mummies, a few vampires, and as always, the infinite spectrum of "sexy" occupational costumes. Good took in a deep breath through his false beard, smelling the aroma of sweat, sugary alcohol and the conglomeration of perfumes and colognes. "Fuck, boys...we're missing out..."

"it's disgusting"

"IT'S BRILLIANT!" Good chirped happily, dancing in place to the music whilst Neutral stood, arms crossed and visibly uncomfortable about how sticky the floor was.

"Now, if you don't mind, gents..." Good peeked over the top of his glasses, spotting a girl at the bar dressed as a witch. "...I think I need to see a lady about a broom..." Neutral rolled his eyes as Good slinked his way across the dance floor and through the crowd towards his desired partner.

"Well, I guess it's just me and..." Neutral turned to address Bad, just in time to see him getting dragged away by the wrist by a group of girls, all giggling and fawning over his ghost face mask. He reached up to rub his eyes, trying to push the migraine out from behind them.

"Sorry about that...They've all got a bit of a thing for ghost face these days..."

Neutral turned to locate the voice speaking to him, only to find his vision casting downward to a small girl with big curly 80's hair, wearing a green jumpsuit and white converse. She couldn't be any taller than 5 foot nothing.

"...Ripley, Alien, 1979....good movie."

"well done, most people tonight keep thinking I'm Maverick from Top Gun" she chuckled softly, before casting her eyes up and down over his costume. "Hmm...I preferred Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday...but his costume in Heat is definitely an easier and safer option...buy a girl a drink?" She offered a smirk up towards him, biting her lip slightly as she blushed.

"I don't drink." He turned back towards Bad, to find him with his arm around a girls neck, with his hand gripped her face. Swearing under his breath, Neutral moved to seperate them, only to be stopped by the little Ripley taking a hold of his arm. "Hey, it's ok, it's just for the pictures, they're enjoying themselves...you don't get out much, do you?" Neutral huffed, turning back to face her, and taking his arm out of her grip. "No. We don't get out often. And if you don't have money to buy your own drinks, then you shouldn't be asking strangers to pay for them for you." He rolled his eyes, brushing past her and storming off toward the bar.

"...oh yeah? See I thought you'd only use candles in your little pentagrams, but if you're feeling creative, I'm sure we can find some other-" Good trailed off as he saw Neutral approaching, letting out a jeer of approval. "Woooaaah, hey bud, How'd you get on with Maverick? I saw you two talking, you dog" he cackled, sipping his drink and nudging him with his elbow.

"First of all, she's dressed as Ripley, from Alien. Secondly, we weren't flirting, she just wanted money for a drink."

Good looked at him confused for a moment, before leaning in and whispering "....did she ask you for money for a drink, or did she ask you to buy her a drink?"

"does it matter?"

"yes, idiot, if she asked you to buy her a drink it means she was trying to flirt with you..."

The witch on Goods arm snorted, trying to conceal a laugh as she hid behind the drink Good has bought for her. Good turned to face her, offering her a defensive glare. "Don't laugh. He doesn't get out often...excuse me..." Good reached up, taking the drink out of her hand, before turning his back to her and looping an arm around Neutrals shoulder, leading him back into the dancefloor and away from the bar. "Right, first thing you're gonna do, is go find her and give her this..."

"Good, this is your Witches drink."

"Oooh no, she's mean, she can buy her own damn drinks. Now. Go talk to Cher-"

"Ripley"

"ok, go talk to RIPLEY, give her this, and then start talking to her about aaaaall the cool stuff you know about Heat, so she knows who you are and-"

"oh she already knew. She said she preferred Val Kilmer in Tombstone."

"Jesus Christ, mate, how are you this clueless? Right...just go be yourself...well maybe not yourself but the nice version of yourself."

Neutral took the drink and rolled his eyes. "This is stupid"

"it's a night out, Newt. You get one a year. Enjoy it. Take the stick out your arse and talk to the pretty girl."

Neutral nodded, as Good gave him a pat on the shoulder and disappeared back towards the bar.

It didn't take long for Neutral to find her again. The growing crowd of drunken girls surrounding Bad was enough of a sign that she was in the area. Upon locating her, he sidled up beside her quietly, standing unnoticed for a moment before offering her arm a gentle nudge with his elbow.

"oh...I thought you didn't drink?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly a little insulted from their last encounter.

"sorry...I don't get out much...this is for you..." He offered her the drink, and bowed his head in a subtle apology. "So...what's your name?"

"hmm...you already know who I am...I'm Ripley." She accepted the drink and offered him a smirk, before turning her back towards him and watching her friends. "So what about you? What's your name?"

"I'm Nnn...." Neutral hesitated for a moment. It wasn't a subtle hesitation either. It lingered. "...nnnathan...my name is Nathan...sorry..."

She chuckled, peering at him over her shoulder. "Well Nnnnnnathan...thank you for the drink..."

There was a moment of silence between them. Awkward silence. Both of them knew one of them should probably be talking right now. But neither one of them had anything to say.

"So the Shootout in Heat wa-"

"So where are you guys going aft-"

They spoke at the same time and cut eachother off. They chuckled, and Neutral guestured for her to continue.

"sorry, I was just gonna ask where you guys are going after this...look, this is clearly awkward for you, so I'm just gonna come clean, I just got out of a relationship and I'm really not used to talking to guys in clubs....he never really let me go out with friends." She chuckled nervously, looking to the floor and hiding her face.

"no, it's ok...I don't even have an ex, so you're already better at this than I am..."

"oooh, so you're fresh meat, huh?" She smirked again, offering a wink, before shuddering under the weight of her own cringe. "Sorry...still getting used to flirting again."

There was another moment of silence, before Neutral spoke again.

"well listen...I don't really do well with loud music...maybe this would go a little better if we went somewhere more quiet?"

"oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?" She raised her eyebrows, a little surprised by how forward he was being all of a sudden. Little did she know that he genuinely did just want to get away from the distraction of the noise.

"well I'm the designated driver for the other two idiots, so I have a van parked out back..."

"man, you really did lean into the bank robber aesthetic huh? Ok sure...lead the way, Nnnnnnathan..." She threw him a knowing smirk, before offering him her hands. Neutral hesitated for a moment, glancing over towards Good, who motioned for him to go for it. Taking her hand, he smiled softly down at her from behind his mask, leading her back towards the service corridor.

At the bar, Good was resting his chin in his palms, watching his brother leave with a pretty girl in his arm. He let out a dreamy sigh. "They grow up so fast..."

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It was closing time. 4am. And Good was currently slumped over Bads shoulders, mumbling his way through Abba lyrics as they made their way out the fire escape. Good had gotten distracted taking body shots off a sexy fairy, and Bad had found himself in possession of at least 15 napkins with phone numbers scrawled on them. Needless to say, they had lost track of Neutral all together.

"I wasn't jeeeaaalous before we met...DOo DOo DOo DOo....now every woman I seeee iiiiisssaaaa poootentialthreat!....hey wayaminute....where'sh Newty? NEWTY?!"

Bad slapped a hand across his mouth before he made any more noise. Resting Good against the back doors of the van, he tried the doors. Locked. And Neutral had the key. Bad was about to send him a text when the side door slid open, and Little Ripley stepped out the back, zipping her Jumpsuit up. "Oh....he's in there....listen I don't suppose I could borrow your phone? My uh...friends are probably worrying about where I am..."

Good and Bad stood silent, astounded. Good offered her is phone, and watched as she made a phone call to her friends. Whilst her back was turned, Bad peered into the van through the open side door, seeing Neutral laying naked under a blanket, looking shell shocked and holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

"sssho....you needa *hic*....you needa ride?" Goods words came out like Alphabetti Spaghetti, luring a chuckle out of her. "Thank you, but I think I'm good, my friends gonna come pick me up...besides, I think I've had enough risk for one night...following one stranger into his van is one thing, but joining all three of you? Hmm...one was more than enough..." She blushed deeply, before stepping past them and heading for the main road at the front of the club.

Good peered into the van to see Neutral, stumbling and crawling his way in to sit next to him.

"....you don't smoke..."

"Nope"

"...did you two...?"

"yep"

"....was it-?"

"Yep!"

Good sat in silence for a moment, before reaching for the open packet of cigarettes on the floor, slipping one between his lips, and lighting it. "...Ripley was hot in Alien to be fair...Good job, mate...proud of you."

"yeah....tonight was fun...." Neutral continued with his thousand yard stare, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a heavy drag.

There was silence between the three of them as Bad made his way into the driver's seat. Starting the van up, He cautiously pulled foreward out into the main road. The sun was coming up.

And it was time to go home.

#d's stuff #the good the bad the neutral

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acronym-chaos · 5 months ago

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Puyo Puyo Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Puyo Puyo Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line diivder shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Amber, Arcana, Aurora, Blaze, Blossom, Breeze, Briar, Celeste, Chroma, Clover, Comet, Cosmos, Crystal, Dahlia, Dandelion, Dawn, Ember, Enigma, Fable, Flicker, Flint, Flora, Frost, Fuchsia, Galaxy, Gem, Gemma, Glimmer, Glisten, Harmony, Indigo, Iris, Julep, Juno, Lark, Lavender, Lilac, Marigold, Melody, Mist, Moonstone, Nova, Orchid, Pebble, Phoenix, Poppy, Prism, Quasar, Radiance, Ripple, Rose, Seraph, Serene, Shimmer, Sol, Solstice, Sparkle, Stardust, Thistle, Twilight, Verdant, Vesper, Vortex, Wisteria, Zeal, Zenith

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Blo / Blob / Blobs; Bu / Bubble / Bubbles; Bur / Burst / Bursts; Cast / Cast / Casts; Chai / Chain / Chains; Charm / Charm / Charms; Col / Color / Colors; Com / Combo / Combos; Dazz / Dazzle / Dazzles; Dro / Drop / Drops; Link / Link / Links; Mag / Magic / Magics; Match / Match / Matches; Mi / Mix / Mixes; Or / Orb / Orbs; Po / Pop / Pops; Puzz / Puzzle / Puzzles; Spe / Spell / Spells; Star / Star / Stars; Tile / Tile / Tiles; Trick / Trick / Tricks; Twis / Twist / Twists; Win / Win / Wins

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Colorful Combo Master, A Puzzle Prodigy, An Arcane Puzzler, Bubble Bursting Expert, The Chain Master, The Color Conjurer, The Drop Specialist, The Magic Matchmaker, The Orb Handler, The Puzzle Solver, The Spellcaster, The Star Shuffler, The Tile Trickster, The Winning Wizard, [Pronoun] Who Bursts Bubbles, [Pronoun] Who Chains Colors, [Pronoun] Who Conjures Matches, [Pronoun] Who Drops Orbs, [Pronoun] Who Masters Puzzles

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 3: an old-school game ( i.e. tetris, pac-man, galaga, etc. )

(Puyo Puyo is only 3 years younger than Tetris so I think it counts)

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

#rwuffles700 #id pack #npts #npt pack #npt #npt list #names pronouns titles #puyo puyo

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vokis-inn-and-tavern · 10 months ago

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for tlovm, ive been hooked on a modern!reader getting into Exandria and VM trying to help them home (but there's no way back lol) it doesn't have to be the exact moment they came through but id love headcanons of the journey, (whether its modern world of exandria or our world, just all i ask is there's no mention of reader knowing the show, like an isekai)

No way home

Characters: Vex'ahlia, Vax'ildan, Keyleth, Percy FancyLongName de Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, (and a guest appearance from Gilmore)

Type of Request: Headcannons

Word count: 1,887 words.

Notes: Usually don't write modern!reader but this gave me such a brainworm

You ended up in this weird fantasy world about... two weeks ago? You've lost count. You were just driving to home from larp event you had with your friends. It was late and you only closed your eyes for a moment, no more than a blink, and when you opened your eyes it was just you in the middle of a forest. But you've survived and managed to get a few odd jobs killing rats, spiders, and that one wolf pack (You can thank inflation your ability to stretch a gold piece). You are just trying to get a drink in this small town tavern when guards barge in saying that you're a part of this group, Vox Machina, and that you're under arrest. Despite your protests that you've never even heard of a "Vox Machina" you are thrown in this cell with two really short people (gnomes you think they're called?), two women with lightly pointed ears, a man with glasses and white hair, and a very tall and beefy bald man with grey skin.

...

Fuck.

Pike

Oh, you're so lost, and luckily she notices.

"Don't worry, we won't be here long."

She introduces you to everyone (and lightly smacks Scanlan when he flirts with you).

When you all break get out of jail, she is one of the first to suggest that you should come with him. After all, you clearly need help to actually be stable enough on your feet to protect yourself.

Loves hearing about your family.

The second she hears about you wanting to go home she's helping.

Buys every book on dimensional travel that she comes across. Takes notes on what you say happened. Asks every wizard she meets.

Girly just wants you to be happy and if that takes you going home then so be it.

Eventually Gilmore thinks that they've collected enough information for him to cast the spell.

Pike watches as you step into the circle, almost as excited as you!

And watches that expression turn to dread as the spell fails.

And that expression turn to despair when it fails again.

You are in your room for the rest of the night, missing dinner.

Pike knocks on your door that night, bringing dinner.

Her heart breaks even more when she sees your tear streaked face.

After she insures that you have eaten, you make her promise to stay.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay, I promise."

She lets you curl around her, clutching her close like a teddy bear.

In the morning she makes your favorite breakfast. And from then on she stays by your side.

Vax

Yeah... He's the one who told the guards that you were a member of Vox Machina. Also the one who broke all of you out.

"Sorry about that... But, I mean, I did also break you out of jail... So... Even?"

Agrees with Pike, you don't seem quite competent enough to be left to your own devices. Especially after figuring out that you don't even know what a half-elf is.

Is honest with you and tells you the about elves' less than stellar opinion on half-elves.

Thinks a world without magic weird. Like, how do you defend yourself from bandits without magic 'cause you don't really seem like the type who can only use mundane weapons.

Teaches you some dagger basics, just to make sure you can protect yourself.

He helps gather supplies for Gilmore's spell, just don't ask how he got them.

It's a bittersweet goodbye for him as you step into the circle, it feels like only yesterday when you met.

His small smile falls when the spell fails, his heart breaking for you when it fails a second.

He barely holds himself back from chasing after you as you run off to your room, he knows the face of someone who is barely avoiding crying, but he decides to leave you alone for now.

That mentality only lasts till dinner. The second he doesn't see you at the table he grabs both of your plates and heads to your room.

He doesn't bother to knock as he enters, sitting next to you on your bed and offering you a plate. He makes sure that you eat at least half of it.

Offers to stay with you. Even if you can't go home to your family, you should at least have some company.

"Hey, I'm here for you, all of us are."

Holds you close for the rest of the night, draping one of his raven wings over you like a blanket.

The next day is all about you. Vax waits on you, don't even worry about leaving the bed. Oh, and don't ask where he got that bracelet.

Vex

She is so going to lecture her brother for getting a random stranger involved with this.

"Sorry you got caught up in this, darling."

Doesn't think you should come along. In her mind, you're just another person to feed and house, another expense.

Lies and says something like half-elves are loved by all and considered the best, till the lie falls through and she explains the truth.

Starts to warm up to you when she notices your ability to stretch money.

Doesn't really want you to leave but keeps it to herself and helps by financing some of the supplies.

She gives you a small hug before you walk in the ring.

And watches your look of despair as the spell fails and fails again.

She watches you leave for your room, stuck between following you to comfort you and giving you space, but when she doesn't see you at dinner she makes up her mind.

You hear a knock on the door and open it to reveal Vex with some wine and a lavish charcuterie board.

"Hey darling, you look like you need some pampering."

She ends up pampering you for the rest of the night and you two fall asleep in each others arms.

In the morning you two have a spa day, expenses be damned.

Grog

He is so confused by you being in the same cell as them.

"Uhhh... Do we know you?"

He'd love to have you come along, you seem like a good person and having someone to teach combat to looks fun.

Wants to hear all about your favorite foods from back home.

Not bothered by you not knowing what a goliath is, there isn't really that many of them.

Teaches you how to swing an axe (just maybe exercise a bit more self preservation than him).

Takes you wanting to go home a bit personally at first but then sees how much it matters to you.

Pike he is so exited that you finally get to go home and see your family again!

He doesn't understand what is happening when you don't teleport and when you go off to your room looking sad. When someone finally explains it to him he goes to work trying to make your favorite food.

It doesn't look pretty but when he opens the door with that dorky smile (and a cask of ale) it doesn't matter.

"Hey, uh, I made your favorite food!"

You end up falling asleep on his chest. I mean, who needs a bed when you have a Grog.

The next day is spent cuddling and trying to make your favorite food again.

Keyleth

Even more lost than you when she sees you.

"I- uh- I think there has been a mix up."

Totally wants you to join! You seem super nice and you clearly need help.

Please tell her about all of your favorite plants from back home!

Wants to show you all of the cool plants of Exandria.

When you mention wanting to go home she is down to help!

She tries to provide some input on dimensional travel from a druidic perspective.

She excitedly waves as you step into the circle.

Her heart breaks when she sees the look of disappointment on your face when the spell fails.

And your look of despair when it fails again is even worse.

She gets really worried when you don't arrive to dinner and goes to your room to check on you.

"Hey, uh, a- are you okay? I- I brought some food for you!"

You two end up cuddled together surrounded by druidcrafted flower petals from your favorite flower.

In the morning she makes you a nice cup of tea and takes you on a nature walk.

Percy

Doesn't trust you from the moment you enter the cell.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III and I suggest you tell us who you are quickly."

Doesn't want you too come along. As far as he's concerned you're just dead weight and another person to worry about.

Totally doesn't believe you at all. Like, wdym you live in a world where fast horseless carriages and glowing rectangles that answer your questions in mere second? And you don't have magic?!

He slowly warms up to you as you tell him about the technology from back home.

Still doesn't fully believe you but that doesn't mean that he won't try to recreate the things you talk about.

He really relates to wanting to go back home to family.

As much as he helps with the research, there is a selfish part of him that wants you to stay.

He watches your excitement as you enter the circle.

And he can't help but blame himself for your look of despair as the spell he helped research fails.

He is so caught up in how he could have failed that he doesn't even notice you leave.

He spends the next three days closed up in his workshop, not eating or sleeping and barely drinking, researching how to fix the spell to not avail. It takes Vex (literally) slapping him out of it to shake him back to reality and get him to knock on your door with food for both of you.

"Hey, you probably need food just as much as me right now."

He spends the night cradling you close. He still blames himself but you help ease the ache.

In the morning, Percy's workshop was (thanks to Vex) firmly locked, but Percy never left your side long enough to notice.

Scanlan

Flirts with you on the first introduction.

"What did you do to get stuck in here? Other than being criminally hot."

Wants you to come along, you seem like a good time and it wouldn't be right to just leave you.

Loves the bright colors of your clothes and wants to hear all about your favorite music from back home.

Confidently misuses slang that you've mentioned.

Scanlan gets you wanting to go home, if his home was that cool he'd want to go back too.

He helps Vex barter for magic supplies for Gilmore's spell.

He kisses you hand before you step into the circle.

And watches as you nearly cry as the spell fails and you run off to your room.

He wants to follow you but is afraid of saying something wrong.

Later he comes up to your room with some wine and soup.

He plays a song on his lute as you eat, trying to make the perfect atmosphere.

"I know I don't say this much, but I'm lucky to have you as a friend, we all are."

Is a bit surprised when you ask him to stay (not like he'll show it) but would never say no. As you curl around him he plays with your hair and hums your favorite song.

The next morning is a rest day, Scanlan mandates it. You've dealt with far too much emotional stress to just go on like it's a normal day. And he doesn't let you forget about the found family you have now.

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