“I may have a secret.” Sirius draws his fingertip down your
temple and curves it over your jaw. The movement is way too loving and you’re
You’re not this girl, you’re not a goofy goose chasing the
cutest drake that pays attention to you. Do geese have drakes? Or is that just
“What kind of secret?” You ask, despite the subtle
foreboding in your stomach.
“I’ll tell you later, I just wanted to forewarn you and ruin
this perfect moment,” he says, regret flashing in his eyes and you can’t help
narrowing your own.
“Did you just chicken out?”
“Oh, hells yeah, baby.” He laughs, utterly awkward and self-deprecating
and you’re unsure why this makes your heart surge. Because he’s suddenly human
with emotions other than laughter and lust?
“I’ll let it slide because this moment is pretty damn cute but you’re going to tell me later. You can’t
just leave that dangling.” Your fingers curve over the nape of his neck,
pulling his lips to yours and he sighs contentedly.
It has been five weeks since a dog attacked you in an alley.
It has been four weeks since Sirius asked you out for the
second time. And that party.
It has been three weeks since Sirius held you by the fire
and Potter cracked jokes about your ass.
It has been two weeks since you decided that maybe what you’re
doing with Sirius is dating.
It has been one week since you last saw your black dog
friend at Hogsmeade.
“Surprise!” Sirius shouts, leaping out from the alley and
you stare, unmoved. “Should I have gone with boo?”
“You could’ve gone with bye and then I would’ve really
jumped,” you say and he brightens, “for joy.”
His face falls and James’s trademark laugh comes from the
alley behind him. “You’re so much better at comebacks than Sirius, why aren’t you my best friend?”
“Because you’re not cool enough to be my friend, James. We
went over this last time.” Your voice is deadpan and he mutters something sour
that has Sirius elbowing him in the ribs.
“Why were you surprising me, I was coming to meet you?” You
say, hoping to move past the awkwardness and Sirius deflates just a tad.
“I have a surprise for you, it’s a bit out of town though,”
he says, hesitance in his words like he doesn’t already know that you’re going
to follow him any place- that’s reasonably safe. Okay, maybe semi-safe. “James is staying here.”
“James thinks he should come.”
“James isn’t thinking if he apparently thinks he should
come, it’s a Sirius thing.”
“It can’t be that serious if you’re talking in third person,”
you tease, wincing when James turns on you, only for a hand on his chest to
pull him up.
“C’mon. I’ve got to show you something.”
You stare as Sirius transforms into Fluffy the black dog you’d
befriended. You’re utterly betrayed.
Not just because you spent weeks with this dog trailing
after you and bonding with it, thinking it was someone elses dog when it was
another student practically stalking you.
But also because your… Sirius has been a dog for at least
that long and you haven’t had a single chance to snuggle with him by the fire.
Probably best though considering he had to bring you all the way to the shrieking
shack to show you, so it’s obviously a secret.
He transforms back, expression stark and nervous and you
stare at him for a long moment, your expression blank.
“I’m enraged.” You turn on your heel and stalk down the hill
and back toward town. He doesn’t follow you and you’re glad. There are a lot of
moments you need to go through and a lot of emotions you need to deal with.
You stab the baked
potato savagely, driving your fork into it over and over again while your
friends watch you nervously. Across from you and a seat to the left, Sirius
hunches over his food. Directly across from you, Peter stares outright as you
maul your dinner.
“I think you’ve got
it open,” James coughs awkwardly, grimacing and shooting Lily a look. She
shoots one back and for a moment they’re just silently arguing using just their
“Shall we go upstairs
and talk some, maybe?” Dorcas suggests, her voice soft at your side and you’re
stricken, shaking your head too fast.
“No! I… Am fine.” You
change your grip on your utensils and set about eating with a laser focus that
sets your little group on edge.
Your peas start
rolling about your plate and you spot the word thanks and sorry in them before
you’re driving your fork into their masses over and over until several are
impaled on the tines of your fork.
“Have no idea and
won’t because I’m not going to talk about it,” you snap, instantly guilty when
Dorcas winces. Shooting a scathing glare at Sirius, since he started all this,
you shove from your seat and storm from the great hall. This is bull crap.
“He’s not my boyfriend. Hell, we aren’t even talking right
“He just does boyfriend things.”
“And treats you like a girlfriend.”
“And gets territorial and jealous of other guys around you,”
Lily adds to the train and you scowl at all three of them.
“Admit it, Y/N, you’re going steady with Sirius,” Narcissa
pipes up from the desk behind yours and you groan, her laughter like a
“He certainly thinks you are,” Remus adds in from behind
Narcissa and you whip around, gaping at him. Beside him, Peter nods earnestly. “Despite
this… setback that you’re going through.”
“It’s Sirius, guys, he doesn’t do steady or girlfriends or honesty- any of that,” you say, addressing
those in front of you and behind. “We all know this.”
“I know that Regulus hates you because Sirius has ditched
him twice since you hooked up,” Narcissa puts in and you scowl at her. She
smiles sweetly, a flutter of malice to it, and you sigh. She’s a bad cop
sometimes but she’s always been an honest one.
And everyone knows Sirius wouldn’t ditch Regulus lightly,
what with their already tenuous relationship.
“He told James to lay off you,” Peter adds on and you stare
hard at your knees. “About the drama, he was going to come talk to you and
Sirius told him not too.”
“He told James to lay off Lily in case it hurt your relationship,” Remus continues and your
head whips up, a frown creasing your face. Lily looks just as struck. Both of
you thought he’d gotten bored of her. “He actually listened.”
“We know,” Lily agrees, her voice quiet and you covertly
tuck your foot around her ankle, a hidden affection. She shakes off the
strangeness and smiles at the lot of you. “So, Y/N has a boyfriend.”
“I’m amazed,” Marlene says and you scowl.
“It is amazing,” Dorcas agrees, soothing McKinnons burn and
you roll your eyes.
“Class dismissed!” The Professor announces, “ingrates,” he
Gathering your things, you’re quickly herded between Remus
and Peter out into the hall and straight into Sirius’s waiting arms, to which you
squeak in surprise.
“Potions?” He asks, like it’s a question that you both now
have the same class and you’re going to walk together. Instead of responding,
you slide your hand into his and wait the few extra seconds it takes to be
alone before you set out, and he smiles widely.
“You’re my boyfriend, right?” You say and his footsteps lose
their rhythm for a moment before he’s back on track and you swallow down your
dread. This is the first time you’ve held hands with him in days and you’ve
ruined it because suddenly your friends are talking about boyfriends and going
steady and ditching Regulus? What kind of fool falls for that?
“You didn’t know?” He frowns at you and your cheeks flame.
Wow, they were right.
“You’re… And, well, you know?” You hum, unsure how to phrase
it without him taking it the wrong way and he laughs loudly, his arm wrapping
around your waist so he can pull you in for a short kiss. As the two of you
continue walking, still with his arm around your waist, he sighs.
“I guess I could have made myself clear about it but you’re
you so I figured you’d already decided it.”
“You’re a literal dog.” You scowl and he laughs, hesitation
in his eyes. Pulling him to a stop, you wrap your arm around his neck and meet
his gaze, soft fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry I walked off like that.”
“Y/N!” He groans and you cringe, panicked all over again. “I’m
not mad at you! I’m sorry! You shouldn’t be
sorry, you did nothing wrong! I dumped this on you when I could have eased you
into it and you reacted like I should’ve expected, I’m sorry.”
Your eyes flicker over his features, the earnestness in his
face, the love in his eyes and the sad tilt to his lips. Pulling him down, you
kiss him, slow and hot.
He is a dog, definitely- but he’s gorgeous and totally in
love with you to boot.
So… “I forgive you.”
His laugh is loud and sweet when he pulls you tight to his
chest and crashes his lips back against yours.
don’t expect anything good anymore. this is proof i peaked already (awk)
TITLE: An Un-fur-seen Cat-astrophe PAIRING: Mark Collins x Fallon Asper (MC) PROMPT: avoid (from here) AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is it, guys! I actually managed to write a comedy for once without it getting touched by angst. Also my entry for Round Twenty-Two of #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton and hosted by @ravenclawpokegirl25.
“Oh my gosh, it’s plotting to kill me.”
“Where’s the net? Somebody get a net!”
“We don’t have a net, genius!”
“Guys, let us not overreact. We can make peace with this misunderstood cre—Ahh! It’s got my shoe!”
“Can somebody please call animal control?”
“Get it out!”
If anybody were to walk into that very specific San Francisco apartment, they would’ve died laughing at the scenario. There they were, seven mature grownups scrambling to get away from the tiny ball of ferociousness.
“Why, Mark?” Cole asked as he clutched onto a shelf to keep him from toppling over. “Why would you let Fallon adopt that embodiment of all things evil?”
You felt like you had been walking for days. Your feet where
sore and you had blisters from your boots.
You’d been wandering for days, alone, starving and slowly
dehydrating as you tried to savour your supplies. You were down to a packet of
crisps and a bottle of water.
You once had a group,
of smart people, who knew how to fire weapons, and survive to the best of their
ability. Although, apparently in this world, that wasn’t enough. A herd of
Walkers came through, right past the highway you had parked up on, the herd
swept through, taking most of your family with it. Even your mother.
You were near death and a stranger took pity on you. Holding
out his hand, inviting you into a truck.
At first you didn’t know whether to trust him or not, there
had been some bad groups in the past but this man looked charming as he offered
you a bottle of water.
“I don’t think I should” you say taking the bottle from him
and almost drinking all of it in one gulp.
“Come on, what have you got to lose.” He smiled and it was
the nicest smile you’d ever seen so you couldn’t refuse.
Negan passed outside of the camp and rubbed his brow in frustration.
“Why is this so hard?!” he groaned to himself. He thought about when he had
found you and when
“What’s hard?” you giggle walking out from the camp to meet him. Was he wearing a tie?
He hid something behind his back. “Oh nothing I erm…”
You giggle at how awkward he was being. “Common baby, what’s
He sighed and stepped to you. “You erm…you know I love you
right?” you could have sworn his cheeks flushed red.
“We’ll you’ve never said but I love you too so carry on…”
“M-marry me?” he said with a dorky smile showing you a ring dangling
from a piece of barbed wire on Lucille.
You looked at the ring wide eyed and squeed loudly. “Yes!”
you hugged him tightly and he chuckled, gently putting the ring on the right
finger and looking down at you.
“Wait…You have wives…” you say with a small scowl.
“Well technically no…I say that so none of the saviours will
abuse the women of camp you know?” he explained and you giggled.
“Okay good. I wanna be the only one.”
“You always have been my only one.” He smiled kissing the top
of your head.