killing me softly with his sweaters

Jealousy With A Twist (Marvel)

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

(A/N: This took me a long time to do, I thought it would be cute and short but HELL NO! 8 PAGES LATER AND WE ARE FINALLY HERE AND FINISHED. Hope you guys enjoy!)

Steve Rogers:

He watched you from across the room with his glass in his hand, clutching the cup to calm himself down. He watched you laughing at some random guys jokes, he glared at the guy watching him move closer to you Steve trailed the guys hand the he began to try and wrap around your waist and that was the last straw for Steve. Just as he walked up to give the man a piece of his mind, he saw you slap the guy across his face slamming your high heel into the guy’s shoes. Steve smiled as he sat back down at the bar pretending he didn’t see what just happened, who was he to tell you how to run his life, he wasn’t your boyfriend.

 "Steve why do all guys who aren’t you just suck.“ You said walking in between his legs wrapping your arms around his neck taking in his smell, that was your true weakness. "Because I’m amazing and a hundred years old (Y/N).” He said brushing your hair softly with one hand and wrapping the other around your waist, titles or not you were his and he was yours. “Oh and Steve I saw you looking at me, there’s no need to be jealous Cap.” You said kissing his cheek.

Originally posted by blossomhael

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes:

“Temper, temper. Remember (Y/N) is just acting. She’s on a mission, so cool it.” Steve said grabbing James’ shoulder for a third time but James couldn’t control himself. This foul scum was touching his girl, he had his hands on his girl and he didn’t like that. “Screw this mission Steve, that’s my fiancé in there being felt up by some creepy prick.” James said marching towards you and the man sitting on the couch across from you. You rolled your eyes and smirked a bit, it was adorable to see the man you’re going to be married to still jealous of silly things. “Now tell me does your wife know you have a thing for younger woman?” You ask loudly side eyeing James, your statement caused the guy to move away a slight bit in fear.

 "How do you know that?“ He asked in fright, that’s when you showed him the disc you were holding "If you explain what’s this? I’ll think about not showing your wife you seduce several young woman. Do we have a deal?” You asked innocently looking at the man who nodded continually as if pleading with you “Good. He’s all yours.” You said throwing the disc to your fiancé winking at him walking back to the rest of the shield agents in the back. “Petty jealousy a good color on you, James.” You said laughing when James and Steve walked to the computer room.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Tony Stark:

Tony always loved to throw parties, it was what he was known for but what most people didn’t know is that he’s also amazing at throwing private dinners for the two of you. Today was your 3 year anniversary, you and Tony had gotten married a year ago and many people were surprised you controlled the playboy partier but it wasn’t as hard as they thought. All it took was one night and he was yours, no powers, no spells, no curse, just a long deep connection. “Mr. Stark who could we serve you and this beautiful woman tonight?” The young waiter said winking in your direction causing you to scrounge your face up in a confused manner. “Tell the cooks that me and my lovely date will have our regulars.” Tony strained but didn’t correct the young man, as you both watched the boy leave you looked a Tony.

 "Remind me to have him fired. Alright love?“ Tony said holding your hand playing with your wedding ring. The dinner went by so quickly, more suggestive comments were thrown your way and Tony’s patience began to run thin "May I speak with Sal?” Tony said holding your hand kissing it softly and you knew exactly what was going to happen. “Mr and Mrs. Stark, how can I be of assistance?” Sal, the owner of the restaurant said to us causing the boy to stiffen “Will you please inform ALL of your employees new and old that this woman is my and deserves the same amount of respect that they give me.” Tony said firmly without revealing any names “Certainly Mr. Stark.” Sal said walking to the back with the waiter following him “I’m proud of you Tony, not getting the boy fired.” You said holding his hand tightly.

 "He reminded me a lot of me when I was younger and he helped me realized that all these men are going to be looking at my beautiful wife.“ He said lowly "You just don’t want to admit you were actually jealous.” You said chuckling while rolling your eyes “Oh shut up (Y/N)” Tony said laughing kissing your hand before getting ready to pay for the meal.

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Thor Odinson:

“You dare try to defile your queen!” You heard Thor’s voice boom from your shared chambers, you had rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up quicker before you softly made your way through the quiet palace. You no longer heard Thor’s booming voice “I should smite you for even thinking of such things towards my daughter in law.” You hear Odin said to the unknown person, you tied your rove tightly before slowly turning the door to the throne room but before you could open the door you felt a hand stop you “(Y/N) that isn’t your Thing inside that room, that man is a jealous, petty and rageful man. Are you prepared to see such things beyond your mind?” Loki asked before letting your hand go allowing you to open the door.

Once the door was open you saw a bloody man tied to wooden hair and Thor towering of him with mjolnir aimed for the sky “Thor Odison! Put mjolnir,down now!” You yelled causing the room to shake a bit. Thor snapped his head to face you and once he saw the fear in your eyes he dropped mjolnir “My love.. this man, this wretched being was trying to sneak into our chambers and harm you my queen.” He said softly trying to comfort you but you moved away from him “Loki was right.” Was all you said when you felt a hand on your shoulder when you looked up you saw Loki’s face looking ahead, you hugged him tightly crying into his armor as he walked out of the throne room with you “He’s going to come out in 5… 4… 3… 2…. send me elsewhere now.” Loki said softly and you did as he asked sending him back to his own chambers. You saw Thor stomp out of the room looking around “Where is he!” He yelled at you causing you to flinch “Safe, away from a monster like you.” You said holding back your tears “I’m a monster? I protect you, yet you call me a monster? Are you with that frost giant?” He sneered causing you to step away from him.

 "Who the hell are you. You’re not my Thor Odinson. My Thor Odison would NEVER disrespect his brother, he believes there is some good in him. So who are you?“ You yelled backing away as he stepped closer to you causing your back to hit a pillar "You’re right. I’m not. I’m better.” Thor said placing both his hands on both sides of your head until you heard thunder and saw it strike down the Thor in front of you. You screamed looking around for help but then you saw him, those golden locks and bright smile, you ran to Thor jumping into his arms “Loki, always up to no good, but I must admit I do feel a string of jealousy.” He said softly in you ear.

 "Why?“ You asked confused "You never yell at me like that.” He said with his booming laugh “I love you Thor.” You said kissing him softly. After the kiss was broken apart you both heard clapping and knew it could be from only one person “LOKI!” You and Thor yelled in unison running after the God of Mischief.


Originally posted by darlingjarvis

Loki Laufeyson:

You had been trying to reach for the book on the high shelf on your tip toes till you felt a larger body closely behind your body pick up the book that you were reaching for “Why didn’t you just ask for help ma'am?” The man asked smiling at you “Because her husband doesn’t appreciate men trying to slide their way to his wife. Do you actually work here or just trying to look for something you won’t be getting from here?” Loki said each word laced with a dangerous promise as he stared coldly at the man who helped you.

 The man had ran away quickly before Loki had moved a foot, and just as you were about to tell Loki something he had pressed you up against the bookshelf “You should know better then to entertain the weak minds of men. You are my woman, or shall I have to remind you here who you belong to.” Loki said softly in your ear nibbling on it softly “God of Mischief and Jealousy, what a dangerously delicious combination.” You said turning in his arms kissing his softly before ducking under his arms and finding a quiet spot to read. He had been sitting on a couch which is where you wanted to sit, once Loki became comfortable you laid on his lap as you read and he played with your hair “You my love shall truly kill me.” He said softly “Oh I hope so.” You said winking at him before returning to your book.


Originally posted by spiderholland

Peter Parker:

She was sitting in their chemistry class looking as beautiful as ever with her messy bun and baggy sweater. Peter planned on finally sitting with her “Today is the day.” He whispered to himself before letting out a big sigh trying to relax himself but as soon as he stepped into the room Connor slid his way to be your chemistry partner for the day, accepting defeat Peter looked to the floor walking slowly to his seat, as he sat down he realized that Ned wasn’t here today so he would be alone in this class. He watched Connor and (Y/N) sitting next to each other and regardless of Connors multiple attempts to get her attention none of them worked until he softly rubbed her side causing her to snap her neck in his direction “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” She said lowly glaring at Connor who put his hands up in a defensive move.

 "Hey, Peter is Ned here today?“ She said turning back to look at Peter who now had a shocked expression on his face, he shook his head in a rushed motion "Good.” She said grabbing her things moving next to Peter “Do you mind if I’m your partner today?” She asked looking at him with sweet eyes “Not at all..” Peter said softly “You would choose this nerd over me?” Connor said in a rather hurt manner. “First off, Peter is more of a man then you’d ever dream of and second of all cocky assholes aren’t my type.” She said smirking moving closer to Peter, this was his chance. He slowly began to wrap her in his arms at first she flinched softly but shortly after she leaned into his arms smiling “So nerds are your type?” Connor said getting up, now angry about the whole matter.

 "Nope. Peter is my only type, now leave me be.“ She said intertwining her fingers with Peters playing with his hand. Connor returned to the other side of the room but (Y/N) didn’t move away from Peter "No need to be jealous of assholes like him, when Peter Parker is my favorite neighbor Spider.” She said winking at him softly before returning to the class at hand. “How do you know that?” Peter said shocked trying not to make a big commotion she then placed her hand on the table and formed her hands as if she was shooting a web causing Peter to look down blushing “Crap.” He said softly.

 "It’s cool Parker, I won’t say anything as long as you agree to out on a date with me.“ She said still looking ahead "Fine, just don’t tell my secret.” Peter said smiling “We both know that’s not why you’re going but you’re safe with me Parker.” She said laughing softly before writing down her notes.

Originally posted by tomshardy

Pietro Maximoff: 

You were sitting on the couches in the Avengers living room with Clints head placed right on your lap, he wasn’t feeling well with his high fever and you finally got him to go to sleep. The Avengers next understood why you and Clint were so close, you and him kept your relationship quiet, he was your uncle and when your mom had passed he promised he would take care of you. He trained you until you were just as good as him at archery and killing the “bad guys” as he put it so that shield would accept you but the only thing you both didn’t imagine was that you would end up falling for one of the Avengers. “Vhat is dis?” You heard your sassy prince mumbled obviously not liking Clint laying on you “Baby, he’s not feeling well. I’m only helping him feel better.” You said but of course Pietro brushes off what you say because his anger is too busy consuming him, he grabbed Clints arm trying to pull him off of you “Pietro I swear to Thor and whatever other gods are up there that I will kill you if you remove me off my niece.” Clint sneered trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

 "Dammit, thank you honey, why do you have to date a blonde jerk.“ You uncle said crossing his arms causing you to laugh "Because he makes me happy, now go lay down and I’ll bring you tea for your head.” You said shooing your uncle watching him walk away “Look you woke his cranky ass up, I was up with him all night trying to get him to sleep and now it’s going to be harder to do it now.” You rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen to make Clint his tea “You are related?” Pietro asked confused sitting on the bar stool “Yes he was my mom’s brother before she passed away.. he’s my uncle.” You said softly not wanting to get the attention of the other avengers and trying to hold in your tears.

 You felt a set of arms wrap around you pulling you into a tight hug “I love you, and I am very sorry.” Pietro said softly in your ear brushing your hair behind your ear before kissing your forehead. You turned in his arms smiling as he bent down slowly to kiss you “(Y/N)! I need the tea!!!” You heard Clint complain from his room causing you to laugh as Pietro kissed you “Let me attend to the Queen, my love.” You said kissing his cheek before walking to Clints room with his tea.

Originally posted by superwholockpotterhead

Clint Barton:

You were training with some of the agents of shield, trying to enhance your skills to be more useful in the field. You were trying to hold the bow correctly but you were struggling terribly until you felt a pair of arms  make their way to your hands helping you position yourself correctly, now you thought it was your crush, Clint, but to your dismay it wasn’t. “Oh Alex, you scared me?” You said smiling softly as you looked up to see Alex standing there “Expecting someone else?” He question raising an eyebrow, you shook your head slowly, wishing it was Clint and not Alex. You continued to train until you felt Alex’s hand slide down your body and before you could turn to slap him you heard a thud, once you turned around you saw Clint on top of Alex beating him up and before Clint should swing again you grabbed his hand “Clint Barton. Are you crazy?!” You said holding his wrist as he got up to throw you over his shoulder in silence. He marched all the way to his bedroom dropping you on the bed.

 "What the hell was that? He was all over you and you didn’t do shit to stop him. Do you want that kind of attention!“ He yelled causing you to flinch because he had never yelled at you before "Why are you so mad! You’re not my boyfriend! We’re not family! Hell we’re barely friends!” You said yelling in return approaching Clint’s face, he stared at you in silence before you felt his hands wrap around your waist lifting you up and kissing you harshly, causing you to wrap your legs around him, you’ve wanted this for so long, watching him in the shadows wasn’t anything compared to the feelings of right now. “Because you’re my girl, but you knew that already, didn’t you?” He said breathing heavily, you nodded. You overheard him and Natasha speaking about how he wanted to ask you on a date but was too afraid to mention it.

 "So now that you’re here and we already hit second base how about that date that I was too afraid to ask you out on?“ He said laughing still supporting your body "Of course, you’ve stolen my kiss we must go on that date now.” You said winking not moving away from his arms because you liked the warmth “But if you get jealous like that all the time we’re going to have a problem.” You said sternly “Not anymore, cause I know you’re mine now.” He said kissing you a final time before allowing your feet to touch the floor.


Originally posted by thetony-stark

Bruce Banner:

You were working late at the coffee shop once again, you were so tired and overworked. You heard the bell chime and immediately went out to greet the customers but the people you saw weren’t regular customers it was your boyfriend and the rest of his friends “Hello everyone, welcome to Edwin’s Cafe, please have a seat someone will be with you in a minute.” You said smiling at Bruce watching his walk over to his regular booth seat. “(Y/N) can you come in my office please.” You heard your boss Edwin call, you made your way to the office winking at Bruce before he left, you didn’t need to look back to know he was blushing slightly. “So we flirt with customers huh?” Edwin said closing the door behind you “Um.. no .. what gave you that idea?” You asked innocently.

 "You just flirted with that man, but you never flirt with me. I see the way you look at me (Y/N), I know you want me, just admit it and all this can be yours.“ He said grabbing your hand and placing it on his member. "Edwin! What’s the matter with you! Are you delusional!” You said yelling hastily walking to the door running out of the room only to be hit by a rock, but not any rock, the Hulk, you bumped into the Hulk. “Shit.” You muttered the Hulk moved you away from Edwin but you tried your best to stand your ground “Bruce Banner, cut this nonsense, you know very well I am capable of taking control of myself.” You yelled trying to reach Bruce but the Hulk looked at you confused at the words coming from your mouth, you rolled your eyes and marched back into Edwin’s office hearing a violent roar behind you.

 When you had entered Edwin’s office you’d waited for the hulk to enter “Look Hulk.” You said slapping your boss across the face “I quit, prick.” You said and before you took your leave you kicked Edwin straight in his balls causing him to collapse to the floor in agonizing pain. When you turned to face the Hulk he actually smiled, you then noticed he started to shrink down into your Bruce “(Y/N) did I hurt anyone?” Bruce asked rubbing his head “No my love but I think I hurt Hulks sense of pride.” You said laughing wrapping your arm around his waist holding him tight to you “Wanda told me what was going on and I just lost it. No man should ever touch you because you’re my woman.” He said sternly looking at his friends who smirked at him giving him several nods.

 "Hey even Hulk likes you because he got jealous at the same moment I did, but I had no control of him.“ Bruce said nervously which caused you to tiptoe and kiss his cheek "I love that both sides of you love me the same.” You said smiling at him as he wrapped his arm around you “Yeah.. me too..” he said softly in your ear.

Originally posted by kallian91

Vision:

You couldn’t be completely upset at him, he didn’t know the human customs, he was a walking computer and yet you still felt a pang of pain that he didn’t do anything to help you. You sighed as you wrapped yourself with the ace bandages when you heard a knock on your door and before you could answer you see Vision floating in front of you “Yes, Vision?” You said not even bothering to look at him “You’re upset, why?” He asked sitting right beside you on your bed “I am not upset what gave you that idea.” You lied through your teeth but you knew it was to no prevail because he knew you, he knew all about you. “You’re upset because I didn’t defend you, am I correct?” Vision said looking at you “Yes. I am.” You said finishing up with your bandages looking at him.

 "Well I didn’t defend you because I’ve learned from you and Nathasha that women are not easily defeated regardless of the numbers, but you were hurt and I still did nothing to save you.. but I felt this wave of emotions that made me angry at you… well what is that human emotion when you envy someone?“ He asked while searching his database for the answer "You’re jealous of me, why?” You asked confused “Jealously , yes that’s the proper word. Well you are head strong, determined, kind yet cold, sweet, funny and an amazing fighter.. I am nothing but a piece of machinery that was created for mass destruction.” He said coldly as if he thinks all you see is a man of metal “No Vision you’re mistaken, you are more than a weapon, you’re an amazing robot, you know all the trivia answers, all the world recipes, and more importantly you know me inside and out.” You said smiling laying your hand on his shoulder.

 "Why is it that I feel so warm when you touch me, or compliment me..“ he asked more to himself then to you but you smiled "It’s a special feeling of a deep care made for someone who you truly care for.. some call it love others call it caring.” You said shrugging “What’s the defining line?” He asked looking at you with pure curiosity “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it before.” You said looking at him. He was about to say something but you felt his hands over lap yours.

 "Well (Y/N) when I am with you I know what the feeling is.“ He said looking into your eyes lifting your chin up to look at him "It’s love.. but is it possible for me to communicate such emotions?” He said looking down at the floor and without a second though you kissed his lips that were rather cold “Well we shall just have to figure it out together now won’t we?” You said smiling looking at him nod in silence but his smile as radiant as ever.


Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Sam Wilson:

You watched Sam from the distance, you weren’t spying on him, you were simply observing his whereabouts considering he’s been spending an awful lot of time with Natasha. You weren’t jealous you were simply curious as to what he was up to and why he was always with her nowadays and then you saw it, something you feared more than anything. She fell into his arms and they looked at each other romantically causing your face to turn away, you were in such pain at the idea but now your heart was truly broken at the sight of them. You ran back to the Avengers tower not wanting to speak to anyone but you were stopped when you saw Sam and Natasha sitting at the front speaks “Care to explain why you felt the need to spy on me?” Sam asked crossing his arms over “Care to explain why you’re cheating on me?” you snapped at him causing him and Nathasha to start laughing.

 “Of course you would think I was cheating. Goodness woman you have no trust in me.” he said shuffling in his pockets “There’s no point in lying to me, I saw you.” you said turning your back towards him “Want to know why I’ve been sneaking off with Nathasha? Turn around and look at me and then you’ll get your answer.” he said smoothly causing your interest to peak which led you to turn around to see Sam down on his knee with a beautiful box in his hands while Natasha stood over him with a sign that read “Will you be mine?” Natasha had a bright smile plastered on her face truly excited “We’ve been sneaking around because I wanted to find you the perfect ring for your perfect finger. When she fell in my arms we planned that because we knew you watching babe, nothing more.” he said smiling “So what do you say? Will you marry me?” he asked hopeful. You had no words so you nodded and wrapped your arms around him crying softly as he placed the ring on your finger “Always jumping to conclusions.” he said kissing your forehead laughing.

Originally posted by theavengers

Scott Lang:

You were playing with your dog, Rocco and noticed Scott looking at you leaning on the counter “Yes Lang?” you said scratching your dog’s ear watching his face light up with enjoyment “You love that dog more than you love me.” Scott pouted looking out the window trying to avoid eye contact with you causing you to laugh “Babe, seriously? You’re jealous over this cute face?” you said picking up your dog while walking over to Scott placing the dog in his face, while Rocco licked him “No, but I wish you loved me like that.” he said petting the dog smiling.

 “I do love you baby” you said putting Rocco down now scratching Scott’s ear laughing “I love you so much that I sleep in your bed every night and wait for you to come home every morning from your Adventurous duties.” you say smiling kiss Scott’s cheek “So there is no reason to be jealous of little Rocco.” you said looking at your dog who had fallen asleep on the couch. “I guess you’re right babe. The dog ain’t got nothin on me.” he said kissing your neck laughing at himself while holding your waist tightly.

You can’t tell me that sleeve would stay rolled up, and rolling up a sleeve with one hand and nothing to brace against is bullshit. Thank god at least one of the other paladins is always there to help when it happens, but it’s still really frustrating, especially when Shiro’s already having a rough day.

Smol Shiro in his oversized sweater for @butteredonions, from her still-killing-me-softly fic, The Size Of Our Actions.

Jungkook Scenario: I’ll Be Loving You.

Request: A jungkook sceanio where he going  father so he decided to give you marriage ring but she declined b/c she doesn’t want it to the reason for her pregnancy ty             

Genre: Romance / Drama


Of all the things you were expecting to change after finally moving on a place of your own, finding out that you were pregnant wasn’t one of them, it had never occurred to you the possibility because you were always careful with your pills since your relationship with Jungkook advanced. Still, the little test you’d taken quickly inside your bathroom proved you that even if you weren’t expecting to have a baby, he was there, growing inside you and you already loved him, or her. You had dated Jungkook for over two years and this wasn’t planned by any means, so you had been a little nervous inside for telling it to him, but you had gathered your courage and told him one of the weekends he was staying over with you.

Jungkook had been in a sort of shock, silently looking at you with wide eyes for so long you started to fidget with your fingers, thinking the worst, thinking he was maybe not pleased with those news, then he’d broken down in a nervous laugh and pulled you for a joyful kiss, asking a million questions, hugging you tight, saying it was a good surprise and kissing a million I love you on your skin after it.

Things had stayed normal between you, Jungkook was a caring boyfriend, and he accompanied you to every checkup after that, you were four months already and he spent as much time as he could with you, so it wasn’t weird when he called you that night saying he wanted to take you out for a special place. Your belly was just starting to show so you chose a cute dress that was loose around your middle since it was a warm spring night.

Jungkook took you to the beach, you were amazed at everything he’d had prepared, maybe he just wanted to get a little fancy, there were high torches illuminating a long path that ended in an arranged table for two. You’d laughed softly at so much attention, but hadn’t suspected anything because Jungkook often spoiled you, he had a lot of details always and by the time you finished dinner, he took you for a walk along the shore. You should have seen it coming in Jungkook’s nervousness, in the way he seemed to be thinking too many things at once but you didn’t suspect his intentions until he made you stop in the middle of the sand and took out a pretty engagement ring. He talked about your future together, about the baby, about the compromise he had with you and you felt your eyes watering down looking at him.

–What? –

–Will you marry me Y/N? – he repeated, his voice was soft, you’d always loved Jungkook’s voice but right then it made your chest constrict.

You stood there looking at him, at the ring, you hadn’t even heard completely what he said because of the surprise and all the emotions, why did he chose that particular moment to do this? Jungkook was asking you to marry him and all you could think about was that he was doing it only because you were pregnant, because he wanted to make things right, because of the baby. You felt a sudden nausea, he said this was the best for the baby, so it had to be the only reason, you hadn’t even fully talked about moving together before this, before knowing about the little life you carried in you.

Jungkook was looking at you and your hands were trembling, you were sure he could feel it while he held them.

–I… I can’t…– you words were a choked whisper, you didn’t want to think he was only doing this because of the baby, you didn’t want him to do this only out of a compromise because it hurt too much. –I’m sorry… –

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OOOH okay so I hope you guys don’t hate me, but after going through like 50 revisions and ideas I figured out how I wanted this all to end. This is a long chapter, but I didn’t want the fic dragging on. Thank you guys so much fo reading this random post-premier fic that i thought up XD

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LOOK AT HIM NANA

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i’d like to tumble with him in the laundry, thanks.

The Kitchens

The one where Sirius and Remus belong to different worlds, and it’s harder to find each other than expected.

Part i


Sirius was not usually one to loose his cool. He was always - usually - very, very cool. He could throw up a smile in a heartbeat and be making small talk in a second. He could be cornered one moment and be walking away and whistling the next. Cool. Calm. Collected.

He was not, however, usually one to run. Instead he could - usually - talk his way out, charm his way out. Hell, if it came down to it, fuck his way out of a potentially sticky situation. As the young heir to the Black household, it was in his job description.

And yet, despite all this, he found his feet sliding across wet pavement, hair sticking to his forehead in the pouring rain, arms flailing slightly to keep his balance. He could still hear the yells of his cousin and her… friends behind him. She was shrieking something - as usual - while the others egged her on.

Sirius wasn’t one to run, but it had been seven against one - he wasn’t stupid either.

Everything seemed blurred in the rain, like the object was moving at normal speed but its colors, its essence, was just a few seconds behind, dragging along like a comet’s tail. Sirius tried to shield his eyes but it was almost no use.

C’mon Siri-Wiri.” Bella’s voice seemed much closer now. He heard her hissing laughter, “Can’t run from us. We just want to play.”

Sirius stopped dead, nearly tripping over the side of the curb and into oncoming traffic. He flinched at a loud beep that sounded from the car to his right. He looked up, slightly frantic, and could just make out the driver. Sirius had the strangest thought that he looked just like his car. His features were blurred out by the rain, but his sweater was the same musty brown color. It probably had holes to match the paint chips. He was pissed, waving his hands in an angry way that clearly said back the fuck up.

“Siiirius.” Bella sing-songed from behind him - closer now. Too close.

He looked behind him then back at the car, hair whipping and sticking to his cheeks. He looked back again, and could just see their outlines, fuzzy with the weather. His heart lurched.

“Fuck it.”

He scrambled, fingers hooking over the rusty metal of the door handle and pulled, sliding into a cracked, warm leather seat and shutting the rain out behind him.

“I- Excuse you.” Came a voice from his left.

Sirius kept his nose pressed to the window. He could see them now.

“Mate, I don’t know what the fuck you think-“

“Just drive!” Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, sinking low and pressing himself into the seat.

What?”

Sirius groaned, “I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you anything you want but please, just drive.”

There were a few honks from behind them, most likely the light had turned green, and Sirius felt the engine stutter. The driver cursed as he shoved the car into gear, and he felt them lurch forward.

Sirius stayed low in his seat, breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth, trying to calm his heart. There was something strangely comforting about the way the car smelled. Like old leather, wet wool, and cinnamon- real cinnamon, not freshener kind.

After they were probably a good five minutes away, Sirius heard a throat clear, “I- um. You can probably open your eyes now. We’ve gone.”

Only then did Sirius let his eyes drift open. His first thought was that the car looked just as it smelled, light and dark browns, old. He noticed one of the headlights was out.

He let out a huff of air, sitting up slowly and glancing to his left, “Right. Sor-“

And, sure, the car was nice in it’s own way, but the driver. Good lord, maybe Sirius would have to thank Bellatrix next time he saw her.

Because the boy next to him was… warm. Really, everything about him. His Teddy Bear brown sweater, his amber eyes that kept flitting to and from him nervously, his sandy hair that fluffed up slightly in the heat blowing from the dash board. He was everything Sirius was not. And Sirius didn’t see much of people who weren’t like him.

“Sorry…” he finished quietly, “My cousins, they’re-“

“You don’t have to explain.” The boy glanced at Sirius, offering a soft smile, then kept his eyes to the road, “I know who you are. I recognize your sweater.”

Sirius glanced down to his soaked attire and sighed. Sure enough, there was the beloved Black Family crest.

“You’re from the Black Family. Always in the papers.”

Sirius hesitated. He almost wanted to say no. He wanted to say that he had gotten it off Ebay and simply liked the color. But, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to this boy.

“Yes.” He reached out, fiddling with an air vent, “Unfortunately.”

Amber-eyes took a turn, his sweater riding up to reveal lovely, slim wrists and long fingers that slid effortlessly over the leather steering wheel. They were slightly pink, like they had been cold for a long time and were only now beginning to warm up. Sirius cleared his throat uncomfortably at the sudden urge in his chest to take one of those hands in his.

“I- Just, by the way, I don’t usually wear this.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, “Sorry?”

Sirius flipped the vent down then back open again, “I mean this crest. I was coming from a dinner party. I snuck off to that bar and- I don’t usually just.. y’know, go around town like… y’know.”

“Which one?”

Sirius blinked at his profile, “What?”

The boy smiled a little, “Son? Nephew? Step-dad?”

Sirius spluttered, “I do not look like a step-dad.”

The boy laughed, “I’m just trying to guess here. You lot marry pretty young, for all I know you could be…”

Sirius laughed at this. It was nice being around someone who didn’t act as though the Black Family ways weren’t utterly ridiculous, “Son. I’m a son.” Then he added hastily, “Sirius.”

The car gave another little lurch as the boy shifted gears, “Remus.”

“Remus.” Sirius repeated softly, then realizing he’d said it aloud, cleared his throat, “Well, thanks. Not many people would hit the petal when a stranger just got into their car and screamed at them.”

“Not to mention nearly made me hit them.” Remus shot him a pointed look.

Sirius laughed, “Right. Right, well, that too.”

They lapsed into silence for a few miles until Sirius realized that they were on the winding road up to the back entrance of the Black Manor. It’s official title was castle, but Sirius always felt a bit ridiculous saying that. It wasn’t as if they were kings and queens… although it certainly felt that way sometimes.

“Oh. You know where I live.”

“Well, it is where I live, too so… that would make sense.”

Remus laughed at Sirius’ expression, the tires crunching over the gravel of the servant’s parking lot as he pulled the car into park, killing the engine. He turned to face him, and Sirius got a full view of his face for the first time. And oh. Freckles. “I work in the kitchens.”

“I…” Sirius suddenly felt horribly embarrassed. His posh accent felt all too proper and his sweater felt too stiff and he just wanted to stay in the warm, beat up car with this warm boy for the rest of his life, “I. Um.”

Remus shook his head, his hair flopping softly over his forehead, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect you to know me. We’re not suppose to be seen, after all.”

Sirius was at a loss for words at exactly how Remus was still giving him that soft smile.

“Remus- I-“ He shook his head, “My mother is horrible to you lot.”

Remus looked taken aback this time, “Oh. Well- I-“ He licked his lips, “Yes.” He finally settled upon, “Yeah, a bit.”

Then Remus smiled again, “S’not your fault though, is it?”

Sirius shook his head, but guilt pooled in his stomach.

The rain had gotten considerably lighter as they trudged their way up towards the castle. Sirius couldn’t help noticing how even Remus’ coat - if you could even call it that - seemed to be about to fall apart. Sirius suddenly thought shamefully about his own thick, spotless, wool one, abandoned at the bar.

“S’weird, isn’t it? That I’ve never met you. I mean, you look about my age.”

Remus just nodded, humming in agreement a little.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “What’re you doing working in a kitchen? What about University?”

Remus sent him a fleeting, slightly sad smile, “Not all of us are born into castles, Sirius.”

Sirius was vaguely aware of just how nice his name - a name he’d never been too fond of - sounded while coming out of Remus’ mouth.

“Oh. Right. No, I mean- I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” Remus said simply.

They watched their feet as they walked, Sirius feeling more embarrassed by the second, until Remus suddenly stopped at a door Sirius hadn’t seen before.

“This is me.”

“Oh.” Sirius straightened up. He had a sudden vision of himself dropping Remus off at this very door, as if after a date. He shook it out of his head, “Right. Well, thanks again.”

And then he jumped, suddenly remembered his earlier promise and shoved his hands into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, “Here-“

Jesus, no. No.”

Sirius looked up from leaving through the bills and felt his stomach drop. Because Remus wasn’t looking at him. He was looking to the side, lip between his teeth. He looked ashamed, “I don’t want your money, Sirius. It’s just a favor. Those do exist without cash being exchanged.”

Sirius swallowed hard, “Sorry. I know that. Sorry.”

Remus just heaved a sigh and nodded, like he was shaking it off. He rocked back on his heels and turned to Sirius once more, “Do they often chase you like that?”

“No. Well, yes.” Sirius shrugged, trying to discretely put his wallet away, “They don’t usually mean any real harm but… but still. I don’t-“ He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, “I don’t particularly like what they have to say most of the time but I- well I’m the heir.” He swallowed, “And some of them don’t like that.”

Remus nodded and turned to open his door, “Well, goodnight, Sirius.”

“Yeah… I- Maybe we can do something. Hang out. Go somewhere. Hang out.” Sirius winced at the same time Remus did and they both laughed - Sirius was so relieved to see Remus laugh with him.

good, so you haven’t royally fucked this up yet.

“I’m not usually this..” Awkward. Sirius was truly in awe of the how tongue-tied Remus made him. He was just so collected. Usually.

Remus shook his head, “You know that isn’t allowed.”

Yes, Sirius knew. He shook his mother’s enraged face from his thoughts. He knew it wasn’t allowed. He just wasn’t sure he cared.

Remus sent him another slightly sad smile, “I’m in charge of the eggs tomorrow. For breakfast. You can think of me then.”

Sirius let out a little relieved laugh. So, it wasn’t completely over. “Right. Eggs. Got it…”

Remus’ face was half visible through his closing door, “Goodnight.”

And Sirius stood there for another few moments, suddenly wishing he had savored that last smile a little more.

“Goodnight…”




(alright - this is basically the one shot I wrote but I made a few changes. Any way, chapter 1!!!)

2

“Party tonight, Luke. Hit me up later if you stop by,” the boy’s hand comes out and hits his back, making him turn his head in wonder of who was talking to him. The kid stepped in front of him, nodding his head in emphasize. Luke was always wanted at every party because in all honesty, he was just the life to it.

“We’ll see,” he nods his head, moving around the kid, who he believe he shared music class with but he wasn’t positive.

“It’ll be great. Girls, alcohol, whatever you want, you name it, I got it,” he yelled out to the tall, lanky blonde that did nothing but party half his college life away but hey, what’s life without a party?

“I said I’ll think about it,” he yelled back, barely dodging a small, hunched over girl with books overflowing her arms.

“Sorry,” she squeaked, rushing around the oblivious boy in fright. He was an intimidating figure to say the least. From his lip ring to his backwards snapbacks and careless attitude. But of course every girl on campus desired to tame his bad behavior, tame the wild beast and make him beautiful once again, but they wouldn’t get too far with that. He made a promise to himself that he would never let some dumb girl change him into some obedient dog they could just show case because dammit, he was a person with needs and parties caught all those in one.

He was always laid back, taking everything in at once because with college being a stressful tactic, taking on the world would be too heartfelt for his unthoughtful mind. It wasn’t that he was brainless, but the fact he wanted to hold onto the childish things in life because growing up was giving up. He may not have that child like innocence but this part of him sprouted with hope that maybe one day he wouldn’t have to be that stressed ‘adult’ that took on the whole world on his own because the beauty of the world lost all meaning. It was far from being childish just to be childish; it was a hope that he hung onto because growing up was harder than he’d like to believe, it was a hope that hung on him in need, a hope of never growing up.

It wasn’t about the responsibilities he must take on, it’s about his well being, his happiness, he reason in a cruel world that mattered. Let me tell you, drunk nights of stumbling home because he knew he couldn’t drive, was responsibility that no one else took on. He cared, he cared so much it hurt because his parents wanted nothing more for him to major in medical but he took on music because it’s what he wanted, because he will not let mindless adults decide his adulthood because they picked the wrong career for themselves from listening to the nonsense their parents dragged about. He will not let the darkness of the world take the beauty he sees and the things he loved because life’s all about growing up. It’s not, it’s not about growing up and being rich and being successful, it’s about self-love and happiness and that’s not something he’d get out of growing up and he’s noticed that. From the droop in the faces of the middle aged and how they have nothing but a job and a house. They can’t say they have happiness or self-care, they can’t say they like adulthood because adulthood was the point in life where you lose all meaning of pretending you’re happy and a time where life’s set and you can’t take that back.

It’s the point of where giving up starts.

But maybe he’d find someone who brought that brightness to the table, yet needed nothing like a party to have that happiness. All he needed was a good girl who would treat him right but he was a beast, an ugly, hurtful, unthoughtful beast that could tear all emotions out. He would rip the poor thing to shreds before he caught on that she was, in fact, all he needed.

He headed to the campus library, knowing they had great coffee and a quiet environment where he could finish last minute assignments that he couldn’t do earlier. It was far from that he didn’t want to do his work, but it was he was too busy to do it.

He finally grabbed his coffee, taking a seat and looking around, seeing if he knew anyone there. He knew he had to focus and finish before the day ended, having tests and finals soon, but he knew how boring it was and how he couldn’t pay attention for very long without losing interest.

But soon his attention was caught, work completely forgotten. He watched as you struggled to grab a book, standing on your tiptoes and making small noises of disapproval, your dress slowly hiking up with your stretch. His mind wondered to what God-like goodies were under that dress, wanting to run his long fingers up your creamy legs, wanting to kiss up them slowly, biting and teasing you but you were the complete opposite of him and he could already tell you spent all your time studying; far from what he did on the daily basis but he wasn’t judging.

In a way, he felt attracted to that. The way you grabbed many books, placing them on the table in front of him and getting straight to work, not even acknowledging that the hottest kid on campus was just a table away. You always kept to yourself, not having but a selective few you considered friends and acquainted with. You couldn’t help but think no one would like you on campus with your shyness, staying to yourself most of the time, but your beauty captivated many people around. You would never give them the time of day though and that frustrated many others. They would try grabbing your attention but it just wouldn’t happen and most gave up, a few loving the ballistic challenge.

But something about you made Luke want to know you, want to do things he never would’ve done with a one night stand. He wanted to hold your hand, buy you everything you’d ever want, and wanted to just wake up by your side every morning with the need to have you close every second of the day. He needed you in ways that he’s never needed someone.

But these feelings did not come within a day. Oh no. He made time on his schedule to visit the library everyday, getting his work done, for the first time in ever, on time and still having time to watch as you read, your hair falling in front of your face every now and then. He watched as you’d scrunch your face when you didn’t like a part of what you were reading, shaking your head in disapproval. Or the way you could stay on one book and not pull away from it, bored. He was becoming upset that you payed no attention to him, not even giving him one sideways glance.

You were almost finish with your book, packing up and planning to go home and finish it over a nice cup of coffee on your porch. The fall leaves swirl together on the ground, colors after colors mixed together. You loved fall to say the least. The cool air, the colorful leaves and their smell, but most of all you got to wear leggings and oversized sweaters with scarves and hot cup of coffees to top it off. It just naturally put you in a good mood and made you happy.

You breathe in the sweet air and look at the red and yellow trees, taking in the darkening sky and how it was never bright anymore; not that you cared. You walked slowly down the steps of the library, taking in the beauty of the world around you. You wish you could be in one of the many books you read, fantasizing about how it would be and how better life could possible become. But you knew your life would be far from the simple good life in the books, taking on many stresses with college and your ungodly life. You had nothing to do but read, do work, or sit on your little porch connected feet above ground on your apartment complex. It wasn’t your ideal lifestyle but it was all you had and willing to take that.

You slowly move around the side of the building, getting distracted by your phone to realize someone was waiting for you.

Your body was thrown softly into the side of the building, a body pushed heavily against yours. Your heart hammered deeply in your chest with fear and worry. You slowly look up to come face to face with the infamously tall, blonde that everybody loved. You didn’t know what he wanted or why he stopped you but you only guessed it was on the latter side of things.

You couldn’t get a word out, still scared as to what he wanted from you. You soon realized he visited the library everyday, just as you, for awhile now and you never understood why. You could always feel his dark stare on you but you’ve learned to ignore those, knowing they were nothing good.

“Why do you always ignore me? I have people that would kill to talk to me and you don’t give me the time of day. I’ve been going to the library for god knows how long and you still haven’t glanced at me once. Dammit, I just want your attention,” his heart pounded deeply in his ear, his fingers shaking and prodding softly into your sweater covered arms. He’s never cared so fucking much about a person, let alone a complete stranger he simply knew nothing about.

“L-Luke, please let me go.”

You were scared but not because the darkness of the night was slowly dawning on you, but from how close he was, how his breath mingled with yours and how you could almost feel the outline of his body.

“Then give me a chance.”

Dreaming of my Cuddle Monster-Winwin fluff

“Winwin!~”

The boy opened his eyes slowly at the faint call of his name from the other room. He was expecting the usual sunlight from the window to finish the job of waking him up but all he heard was the patter of rain against it, followed by another yell for him to get up from you. He rolled over and sat up, placing his feet against the cold wood of the floor. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his slender body until the signs of signs of sleep were distant and he was sure he wasn’t dreaming anymore. He made his way out of your bedroom and trudged down the hall of your home until he ended up in the kitchen, his arms instinctively wrapping up around your torso as you plated the breakfast you had prepared. You were wrapped in one of his sweaters and the scent of you now overpowering his clothing was pulling him back into a dreamy state as he buried his face into your neck, giving you soft kisses here and there.

“Babe~ Let’s go back to bed, it’s too cold to be up.”

“I know you’re tired but you have to eat or your mom TaeYong will kill me.”

The boy snorted softly at your joke as he finally managed to pull himself away from your body. He reached around you to take the two plates of food and set them on the table in the living room. You followed close behind him with coffee. You turned on the TV and you two began to eat in silence, the TV and the rain beating down outside creating its own conversation.

Once you were finished you took the plates and set them in the sink, too tired to wash them at that moment. When you returned to the living room, Winwin was nowhere in site. You were about to call for him when you heard him calling your name loudly instead.

“Y/A~! Come to the bathroom.”

You walked down the hall and turned into your bathroom to see a shirtless Sicheng standing over the tub that was now filling with bubbles. One of his hands was testing the water temperature while the other was holding two towels. He turned to you with a innocent smile.

“Let’s have bath time to warm up.”

You grinned at his suggestion and shook your head in conformation. He stood, left the towels on the edge of the tub, and made his way over to you. He stood in front of your figure and lifted your sweater slightly up from your hips. He waited until you gave him full consent before lifting it all the way up and over your head. The both of your shorts followed next until you were standing in the middle of the bathroom in your underwear, the water still rushing in the tub. Sicheng turned around from you for a moment to turn it off. He turned back to you and saw you already connecting your phone to your wireless speaker in the bathroom to play your favorite rainy day playlist. He smiled at your quick thinking and slipped off the last bit of his clothing before doing the same for you. He walked you to the tub and sank down into the massive bubbles. He then pulled you gently to rest with your back against his chest. You two washed your bodies quickly and then let the heat of the water take over your senses. You relaxed more into Sicheng’s arms and he wrapped his arms loosely around your body, his warmth providing the same comfort his sweater had given just a few moments ago.

“Y/A. I’m so glad I don’t have practice today.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I want to cuddle in every place in the house with you! First the bathtub, then your bed, then, when we wake up for lunch, in the living room, and maybe even in the kitchen if we make hot cocoa later!”

You laughed at his cute enthusiasm. It was even more adorable considering he normally disliked cold weather, especially when it rained. He side it always ruined what could have been a perfect date outside.

“What’s up with you? I thought you would be sulking because of the rain.”

“I normally would but…your enough sunlight for me. And if the rainy autumn season means this every time I don’t have a schedule, then sign me up!”

He finished off his sentence by giving you a loud kiss on your cheek. He then leaned back, sinking further into the water to enjoy the last bit of warmth it was giving you both.

“Well, cuddle monster, if you want to stay warm all day, we should probably get out of this tub and began dreaming together at out next location-the bed!”

“OK! I’ll get the towels.”

You leaned forward to give Sicheng space to retrieve your towels. He took one and wrapped it around your body securely. He then wrapped his own around his chest and led you to your room. You walked through the doorway and was hit by the scent of a vanilla scented candle burning. You also took note of matching couple outfits laid out on the bed. You looked at Sicheng and saw him already looking down at you, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Where did you get those outfits? And when did you buy that candle, they were all sold out when I went to the store.”

“Oh, baby. Your cuddle monster is always prepared.”

You went to the bed and began putting on the matching sleepwear.

“Oh, my cuddle monster?”

“Of course! Who else would I love enough to give myself that embarrassing name?”

Sicheng walked over to your giggling figure and began putting on his own outfit. You both finished at the same time. Just as you were about to walk around the bed and lay down, Sicheng picked you up bridal style and laid you down on the bed himself. He laid next to you and pressed his body closer to your until you were feeling more hot than cold, yet it was still more cozy than you had ever been.

“Let’s sleep, Y/A. Oh, and don’t tell the boys I called myself cuddle monster. Just pretend that was a dream, ok?”

You rested your head against his chest and nuzzled into it as you got comfortable, the sleepy feeling already taking over your body. You heaved one last sigh before replying to Winwin’s statement.

“OK. I love you…my cuddle monster.”

“Y/A~!”

Smile!

Matthew stood up the table, taking his breakfast plate to the sink. Gilbert watched and awkwardly did the same. He wanted to leave that horrendously embarrassing situation.
“Hey, wanna see something cool..?” Matthew asked quietly, making sure he wasn’t in his father’s earshot.
“Ja, sure. As long as it won’t ruin my image with your family more than you already have.” He grumbled, placing his plate in the sink.
Matthew chuckled at that, taking his hand. “Come on, you’ll like it.” He insisted, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hallway. The two stopped at the first door to the right and Matthew opened it. The room was fairly large, lit warmly from a window. “This, is my old room.”
Gilbert looked around curiously, noting the old pictures of the person he didn’t know. “Those are.. You..?” He questioned, taking a seat on the bed. Matthew nodded, taking a thick book from the shelf.
“Oui, that was me about… Seven years ago.” He said, sitting down next to him. Opening the book, there were pictures. A small girl, no older than six on a huge rink of ice. Her long golden hair fashioned into pigtails that floated in the still image.
“That’s you..? Wow.” Gilbert said, looking over the other pictures. The girl in the photos held a blank face. No expression of joy or happiness, just a clear look of apathy.
As the couple looked on through the book, the girl grew gradually. She became taller and fuller with age, before she disappeared.
Matthew turned the page of the photo album and there was something new. A boy, golden hair short, shaved at the sides. He sat in a hospital bed, attached to IVs and having his chest covered with gauze. He wore a huge grin that made Gilbert’s heart sing. “That was one of the happiest days in my life.” He admitted softly, running his hand over the image.
“I can tell.. You look so.. Happy.” Gilbert muttered, looking up at his boyfriend. There it was, the same smile. The German could feel his heart skip a beat. “You gotta quit that. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He joked, laughing to himself.
The blonde laughed softly with him, his smile only growing. But with the laugh came tears, huge hot ones that cause your throat to burn.
“H-hey! I was kidding, you don’t need to cry. Please don’t cry Matt. I-I’m sorry.” Gilbert said, frantically trying to comfort him.
Matthew took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes on his sweater sleeve. He looked at his partner with misty eyes. “In all my life… I-I’ve never.. Known someone who cared about me… Like you do.”
Gilbert looked at him softly, grazing his thumb over his cheek to dry his tears. “What can I say? I.. I love you. A lot. More than.. Anyone.”
Matthew beamed through his sobs, not able to hold them in. It was true, anyone he had loved had hurt him, made him feel worthless. But when he was here, when he was with Gilbert, he felt big. Important… Loved.
Gilbert grinned brightly, kissing his cheek. “Come on Birdie, where’d that sunshine go?” He teased quietly.
At that, Matthew laughed again. That nickname was so stupid, only Gilbert. He beamed widely, wider than he had in a long time.

Arthur turned from the door after that interaction, covering his mouth. He hadn’t heard Matthew laugh no, hadn’t seen smile like that in.. Years… He was happy, and even though that.. Bloody hoodlum wasn’t what he had expected, he made Matthew happy again. The Briton smiled slightly, knowing that, even though he didn’t want to admit it, they were good for each other.

anonymous asked:

Hi I love your work. Could you please write something with wolfstar where one of them gets into others car/motorcycle and just screams "drive fucking drive" and that's how they meet.

OKAY. this might turn in to a fic because I’m really loving the set up. Here ya go!


Sirius was not usually one to loose his cool. He was always - usually - very, very cool. He could throw up a smile in a heartbeat and be making small talk in a second. He could be cornered one moment and be walking away and whistling the next. Cool. Calm. Collected.

He was not, however, usually one to run. Instead he could - usually - talk his way out, charm his way out. Hell, if it came down to it, fuck his way out of a potentially sticky situation. As the young, rebellious heir to the Black household, it was in his job description.

And yet, despite all this, he found his feet sliding across wet pavement, hair sticking to his forehead in the pouring rain, arms flailing slightly to keep his balance. He could still hear the yells of his cousin and her… crew behind him. She was shrieking something - as usual - while her friends egged her on.

Sirius wasn’t one to run but it had been seven against one - he wasn’t stupid either.

Everything seemed blurred in the rain, like the object was moving at normal speed but its colors, its essence, was just a few seconds behind, dragging along like a comet’s tail. Sirius tried to shield his eyes but it was almost no use.

C’mon Siri-Wiri.” Bella’s voice seemed much closer now. He heard her hissing laughter, “Can’t run from us. We just want to play.”

Sirius stopped dead, nearly tripping over the side of the curb and into oncoming traffic. He flinched at a loud beep that sounded from the car to his right. He looked up, slightly frantic, and could just make out the driver. Sirius had the strangest thought that he looked just like his car. His features were blurred out by the rain, but his sweater was the same musty brown color. It probably had holes to match the paint chips. He was pissed, waving his hands in an angry way that clearly said back the fuck up.

“Siiiriius.” Bella sing-songed from behind him - closer now. Too close.

He looked behind him then back at the car, hair whipping and sticking to his cheeks. He looked back again, and could just make out their outlines. His heart lurched.

“Fuck it.”

He scrambled, fingers hooking over the rusty metal of the door handle and pulled, sliding into a cracked, warm leather seat and shutting the rain out behind him.

“I- Excuse you.” Came a voice from his left.

Sirius kept his nose pressed to the window. He could see them now.

“Mate, I don’t know what the fuck you think-“

“Just drive!” Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, sinking low and pressing himself into the seat.

What?”

Sirius groaned, “I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you anything you want but please, just drive.”

There were a few honks from behind them, most likely the light had turned green, and Sirius felt the engine stutter. The driver cursed as he shoved the car into gear, and he felt them lurch forward.

Sirius stayed low in his seat, breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth, trying to calm his heart. There was something strangely comforting about the way the car smelled. Like old leather, wet wool, and cinnamon- real cinnamon, not freshener kind.

After they were probably a good five minutes away, Sirius heard a throat clear, “I- um. You can probably open your eyes now. We’ve gone.”

Only then did Sirius let his eyes drift open. His first thought was that the car looked just as it smelled, light and dark browns, old. He noticed one of the headlights was out.

He let out a huff of air, sitting up slowly and glancing to his left, “Right. Sor-“

And, sure, the car was nice in it’s own way, but the driver. Good lord, maybe Sirius would have to thank Bellatrix next time he saw her.

Because the boy next to him was… warm. Really, everything about him. His Teddy Bear brown sweater, his amber eyes that kept flitting to and from him nervously, his sandy hair that fluffed up slightly in the heat blowing from the dash board. He was everything Sirius was not. And Sirius loved it instantly.

“sorry…” he finished quietly, “My cousins, they’re-“

“You don’t have to explain.” The boy glanced at Sirius, offering a soft smile, then kept his eyes to the road, “I know who you are. I recognize your sweater.”

Sirius glanced down to his soaked attire and sighed. Sure enough, there was the oh so beloved Black Family crest.

“You’re from the Black Family. Always in the papers.”

Sirius hesitated. He almost wanted to say no. He wanted to say that he had gotten it off Ebay and simply liked the color. But, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to this boy.

“Yes.” He reached out, fiddling with an air vent, “Unfortunately.”

Amber-eyes took a turn, his sweater riding up to reveal lovely, slim wrists and long fingers. Sirius instantly wanted to reach out and take them into his own. They were slightly pink, like they had been cold for a long time and were only now beginning to warm up.

“Which one?”

Sirius blinked at his profile, “What?”

The boy smiled a little, “Son? Nephew? Step-dad?”

Sirius spluttered, “I do not look like a step-dad.”

The boy laughed, “I’m just trying to guess here. You lot marry pretty young, for all I know you could be…”

Sirius laughed at this. It was nice being around someone who acted as though the Black Family ways weren’t utterly ridiculous, “Son. I’m a son.” Then he added hastily, “Sirius.”

The car gave another little lurch as the boy shifted gears, “Remus.”

“Remus.” Sirius repeated softly, then realizing he’d said it aloud, cleared his throat, “Well, thanks. Not many people would hit the petal when a stranger just got into their car and screamed at them.”

“Not to mention nearly made me hit them.” Remus shot him a pointed look.

Sirius laughed, “Right. Right, well, that too.”

They lapsed into soft silence for a few miles until Sirius realized that they were on the winding road up to the back entrance of the Black Manor. It’s official title was castle, but Sirius always felt a bit ridiculous saying that. It wasn’t as if they were kings and queens… although it certainly felt that way sometimes.

“Oh. You know where I live.”

“Well, it is where I live, too so… that would make sense.”

Remus laughed at Sirius’ expression, the tires crunching over the gravel of the servant’s parking lot as he pulled the car into park, killing the engine. He turned to face him, and Sirius got a full view of his face for the first time. and oh. Freckles. “I work in the kitchens.”

“I…” Sirius suddenly felt horribly embarrassed. His posh accent felt all too proper and his sweater felt too stiff and he just wanted to stay in the warm, beat up car with this warm boy for the rest of his life, “I. Um.”

Remus shook his head, his hair flopping softly over his forehead, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect you to know me. We’re not suppose to be seen, after all.”

Sirius was at a loss for words at exactly how Remus was still giving him that soft smile.

“Remus- I-“ He shook his head, “My mother is horrible to you lot.”

Remus looked taken aback this time, “Oh. Well- I-“ He licked his lips, “Yes.” He finally settled upon, “Yeah, a bit.”

Then Remus smiled again, “S’not your fault though, is it?”

Sirius shook his head, but guilt pooled in his stomach.

The rain had gotten considerably lighter as they trudged their way up towards the castle. Sirius couldn’t help noticing how even Remus’ coat - if you could even call it that - seemed to be about to fall apart. Sirius suddenly thought shamefully about his own thick, spotless wool one, abandoned at the bar.

“S’weird, innit? That I’ve never met you. I mean, you look about my age.”

Remus just nodded, humming in agreement a little.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “What’re you doing working in a kitchen? What about university?”

Remus sent him a fleeting, slightly sad smile, “Not all of us are born into castles, Sirius.”

Sirius was vaguely aware of just how nice his name - a name he’d never been too fond of - sounds while coming out of Remus’ mouth.

“Oh. Right. No, I mean- I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” Remus said simply.

They watched their feet as they walked, Sirius feeling more embarrassed by the second, until Remus suddenly stopped at a door Sirius hadn’t seen before.

“This is me.”

“Oh.” Sirius straightened up. He had a sudden vision of himself dropping Remus off at this very door, as if after a date. He shook it out of his head, “Right. Well, thanks again.”

And then he jumped, suddenly remembered his earlier promise and shoved his hands into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, “Here-“

Jesus, Sirius. No!”

Sirius looked up from leaving through the bills and felt his stomach drop. Because Remus wasn’t looking at him. He was looking to the side, lip between his teeth. He looked ashamed, “I don’t want your money, Sirius. It’s just a favor. Those do exist without cash being exchanged.”

Sirius swallowed hard, “Sorry. I know that. Sorry.”

Remus just heaved a sigh and nodded, like he was shaking it off. He rocked back on his heels and turned to Sirius once more, “Do they often chase you like that?”

“No. Well, yes.” Sirius shrugged, trying to discretely put his wallet away, “They don’t usually mean any real harm but… but still. I don’t-“ He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, “I don’t particularly like what they have to say. It’s complicated.”

Remus nodded and turned to open his door, “Well, goodnight, Sirius.”

“Yeah… I- Maybe we can do something. Hang out. Go somewhere. Hang out.” Sirius winced at the same time Remus did and they both laughed - Sirius was so relieved to see Remus laugh with him.

good, so you haven’t royally fucked this up yet.

“You know that isn’t allowed.”

Yes, Sirius knew. He just wasn’t sure he cared.

Remus sent him another soft smile, “I’m in charge of the eggs tomorrow. You can think of me then.”

Sirius let out a little relieved laugh. So, it wasn’t completely over. “Right. Eggs. Got it…”

Remus’ face was half visible through his closing door, “Goodnight.”

And Sirius stood there for another few moments, suddenly wishing he had savored that last smile a little more.

“Goodnight…”

Draco reaches up to move his hair out of his eyes and the sleeve of his sweater falls a bit. For just a split second, Harry sees the dark edge of the Mark.

He expects a jolt of surprise. Or maybe even long dormant anger. There’s none. He knows the Mark is there, he always knew. He knows this is Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater. Who took the Mark and brought Death Eaters to Hogwarts. Who nearly killed Ron and Katie Bell. Who lied straight to his father’s face about Harry’s identity. Who now makes good coffee and sits quietly and touches Luna’s hair softly when she walks by and argues playfully with the cats, whom he loves, with his hair too long and sweaters stretched and soft from overwear.

They’re the same person.

- With Great Yawns and Stretchings by @sugar-screw