The slender fingers in which my rather rough ones were
captivated in were dragging me, as If I were some sort of dog on a leash. I was
pulled further and further away from the Gryffindor common room- away from any
noise but the exception of our unevenly paced footsteps. When I slowed down I
felt the desperate tugging against the socket of my shoulder. It wasn’t hard
but was just enough so that I got the memo that I needed to get a hurry on.
Before I got my bearings – despite being here 7 years prior,
I noticed we were on the sixth floor, approaching the hardly used boy’s
lavatory. I saw the light shimmer on my partner, peer, preferred person whom I
spent my time with; Sirius Orion Black.
He was an arrogant son of a bitch – after all he created the
rumour that’s what his own initials stood for. There honestly wasn’t one thing
I didn’t love about him. I loved the shape of his hands and his slender fingers
that got into every nook and cranny of my body that he wanted to visit. I loved
his expressive eyebrows complimented by his grey eyes and high cheek bones. He
was blessed with devious good looks from a family which spawned from hell. His shoulders were broad, his torso toned.
His legs long and coated in hair and Quidditch scars. His body had tattoos
decorating its outer layer. I loved his tattoo of the moon so that he’d always
know which one it would be. I loved his hair and the way it danced while
hovering above his shoulders, the way he’d let me braid it on the odd occasion
and the threat that if I told James he wouldn’t grant me liberties. But he was
my arrogant son of a bitch.
He checked to see if the coast was clear before pulling me
inside acting as if he were a ninja. His lips met mine as soon as I stepped
foot in that bathroom. He pulled away grinning like a complete fool. My fool.
He seduced me, leading me to the end stool which we use the most for our
mischievous antics. When the door to the stool banged shut I threw him against
it, pulling his tie loose and his shirt buttons undone to expose his collarbone.
“You know we should just—uh Remus” he groaned at the
physical touch he craved.
“I like it when you use my name. Only you” I muttered into
his ear when my mouth wasn’t attached to some point of his flesh.
His head knocked backwards as I committed a slight nibble on
his ear lobe; a string of flavourful curse words also accompanied his
expressive choice of vocabulary. In the next moment Sirius took it upon himself
to tug my shirt above my head disregarding it onto the rather dirty floor. He
placed his addictive lips onto the sensitive scarred skin where my bite haunted
my reflection. A dirty moan escaped my lips, perhaps a mention of a syllable or
two of my lover’s name. His shirt had been removed during some of the intimate
actions. His legs manoeuvred us to a lengthier wall away from the door before
triggering some sort of springy flexibility making them able to wrap themselves
around my waist on my rather tall height. My hands fumbled with the silver
stained steel belt buckle as the broken door creaked open due to the constant
rather light hits against the unsteady walls of the stall. Sirius lightly
ground his crotch onto my own while wrapping his arms loosely around my scarred
neck. He had this tendency to hum into his kisses making his lips vibrate which
caused unexplainable sensations bolting throughout my lips. The door opened
again, quicker, almost like it was forced.
“Remus door” Sirius complained, turning his head to face the
stall door so I could show my affections with short kisses on his jawline. My
hand waved in the air to reach the door which was out of my grasp. Suddenly
Sirius’ movement and what seemed to be his breathing fell to a halt. I placed a
final kiss onto the skin below his ear on his neck before turning to where he
“J-James” he barely stuttered.
His legs dropped and his grasp left my shoulders. In a way I
felt like a piece of me left with it. He grabbed his shirt and tie which was
pooled on the floor and put them on quickly, messing up on the buttons and he
replaced his robe. I copied his actions and followed him as ran after his
friend, who may never forgive we did this in secret.
“James!” he cried, drawing all attention onto his ragged and out-of-breath frame. He shouted it again, but James disappeared into the common room. We followed him, chirping the password - Fides amicitiae, roughly translating to Loyalty in Friendship.
swings open and we see James with Lily and her friends; Alice, Marline and
Dorcas throwing us the death glare. I gulp, fearing what James ‘Big Gob’ Potter
will do. Surely he wouldn’t, right?
I try to look at him in the eye
but he tries to make my objective impossible; and succeeds. Sirius flees to the
dormitory blocking everyone’s attempt at conversation. By the time I had moved
through the dense crowd and reached the dorm, Sirius was asleep, with sodden
pillows and tear stained cheeks. He was hurt. I knew what was going round in
his mind. His chest was aching with heart break. His best friend, brother,
didn’t want to know- to understand why. To say he was happy for his happiness.
To say he accepted him. Because that was one thing Sirius never had from anyone
but me, acceptance. That ginormous ego and the confident front is just a façade
of hierarchy which is what the children of pureblood families were taught to
produce. He hates himself for it but it’s in the severed roots of his
personality. And it will never leave him.
James should know this. James
should understand why he didn’t tell him. He was scared. I would have known
But not everyone is me.
Day After –
The following morning, like
most, James awoke and left before the rest of us. Was he really that disgusted?
With the tip of my wand I tapped
the rather old looking piece of complexly folded parchment.
“I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up
To No Good.” I muttered almost silently. Peter and Sirius were asleep still,
however Sirius looked pained and restless from the strained expression
capturing his face.
The map tattooed itself with
dark ink mapping out the grounds of Hogwarts, footsteps appeared everywhere. I
scanned the map to find the boy I was looking for; James Potter. But before I
thought of what action to take Sirius began to stir.
“Mornin’ moons” he croaked, his
voice groggy from dehydration.
“Morning sweetheart” I replied,
still focused on the map.
“Re, we need to talk, don’t we?”
I nodded and sat on the edge of his bed.
“I don’t think James accepts us.
I understand if you want to keep your friendship. We can end things and stay
“Shut up for a second moony, I’m
in love with you and I can’t stop. It’s James he’ll get over it. He’s probably
just pissed we got laid before he did.” He joked.
“I don’t ever want to stop
seeing you. I love you- I love everything about you. Whether it be your secret stash
of chocolate, absolutely everywhere. The way you can’t go to bed without a hot
chocolate, the crinkles by your eyes when you smile and the amber glow of your
eyes, the way your hand fits in mine like it was meant to be, every single one
of your scars and the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine. That
stupid smirk you do when I call you Remus, that muggle cologne you wear that
makes me weak at the knees, your extensive knowledge about random topics and
your shit-eating grin you get after we make love. I love the brand new sweater
smell and the patched up old ones. I like your weird collection of socks, the
way you thumbs stroke my cheek bones and you braid my hair. Because all of
these things are just some of the reasons why I love you, they all add up to
one incredible Remus John Lupin- there’s that god-damn smirk I was talking
about. And fuck it’s like I’m declaring my love for you like I did prior to
this but I’m so thankful you let me break you down because I wanted that so
badly and now I love every single part of you. Because without you I’m half a
man, it’s like I can only see half the sky like it’s kinda there but not quite
right. Without you is like walking around with only one shoe, or half a bar of
chocolate. Remus, I’m half a heart without you so I’m not letting you go. Not
even for James.” He added.
“Jesus Christ Pads”
He didn’t say much else until he
was ready to head down to the great hall for breakfast. He interlocked his warm
fingers with my cold ones.
“I’m not going to lie to you
moony I thought we were pretty obvious.”
“I mean I can understand if he
was a bit grossed out about the thought of his two best friends getting it on
but surely he would have clocked on with the amount of time we spend in empty
“However it is James Potter.” I
nodded in full agreement of the fragment given forth.
“And it’s not like you’re my
dirty little secret” he said after a brief pause as Marline and Lily both
worked it out.
The closer we got to the great
hall the denser the crowds of wizarding students got, my mouth was drooling at
the thought of which combination of foods I could have for breakfast. Once we
walked in nobody stared, everything was normal. We joined the girls; Lily,
Dorcas, Marline and Alice.
They greeted us like they always
do, we all ate in silence, which was until the ginger, and observant Gryffindor
sparked the conversation.
“What’s up?” she asked, making
me look up confused and Sirius choke on his pumpkin juice. We didn’t reply
still in a state of slight bewilderment.
“What?” Sirius asked her after
he had recovered his breath.
“Well, peter is looking over
here like a sad puppy and you’re sat with us.”
“Oh- it’s just that you guys are
more sensitive about the matter then James.”
“What did that arse do?”
“Uh- he knows. About us.” I
reply, not wanting to relive the experience again.
“Oh- how?” she asked cautiously.
“6th floor boy’s
“Oh.” She said and gulped
“Jesus Christ when are you two
“Before Quidditch, moons, in the
dorms.” I said quietly.
“There was that one time—“Sirius
started but stopped himself when he realised who he’d be speaking about his sex
“How far—for research purposes?”
“Sirius’ belt. So no actual
nudity but it doesn’t take a genius.”
“Oh, well when we clocked on we
said we’d look out for you guys and this is us following through. Just let us
know when not to come knocking.” I nodded. Sirius grabbed Lily’s hand.
“Evans. Thank you. He hates me”
Sirius cried without tears. She comforted him in a way I couldn’t.
It was a Saturday, which meant
no classes and Sirius didn’t have any detention since he was trying to maximise
his time spent with me. After we finished up at breakfast we followed Lily ‘the
best advice giver’ Evans, Marline ‘ to cool for school’ McKinnon, Alice ‘the
soulmate of frank Longbottom’ Fortescue and Dorcas ‘looks sweet on the
outside but could kill you and make it look like an accident’ Meadows.
I liked when we hung out with the girls, Sirius really
connected with Marline and Dorcas, and I on the other hand really got on well
with Lily and Alice. The girls adored the fact that we were gay; it meant that
we could give them guy advice, fashion advice – that one was Sirius’ expertise,
and apparently we were hilarious and a rather cute couple.
The girls took us to a rather
secluded spot by the lakeside. Lily whipped out her wand and perfectly whisked
up a soft baby blue blanket on the grass for us to sit on. I sat against a
rather old tree with Sirius sat in between my legs leaning against my torso.
“Who’s got dates?” Sirius asked,
creating what would be an in-depth conversation about the upcoming ball. He
grabbed my hand, just holding it. It’s something we do to be affectionate.
“James keeps pestering me. And
well I don’t know what to do.”
“In his defence he has matured.
I mean he isn’t tormenting Severus anymore.”
“Only because I asked him to
Remus” I just shook my head.
“You know Lily, I’m not saying
anything but we were in denial at one point.” Sirius added.
“Fine, if no one else asks me
I’ll go with James. But if he tries anything I will not hesitate to punch him.”
“If you’re gonna punch that
arrogant arse at least let us watch” Marline suggested and we all laughed at
“Some Hufflepuff guy, Michael-
goes by Mikey.” Stated Marline.
“Frank asked me. He got so
nervous bless him” replied Alice, tucking a few stray stands of hair behind her
“Dorcas?” asked Sirius.
“A Ravenclaw asked me. Timothy
Parks. He’s a new student here.” He nodded.
“I still can believe James
walked in on you two.”
“Neither can I. did he not hear
any noise and think I’ll go to another bathroom?”
“He probably thought someone was
taking a tricky shit to be honest, he really is oblivious.”
“I think you two took his
innocence.” We all laughed at Marline’s comment.
“How are you two enjoying
“We switched to more useful
classes after the accidental run in with James.”
“Uh—explain” Dorcas demanded
changing to a more comfortable position.
“Peter and James were looking
for James’ Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them textbook, while Remus and I
were playing a muggle version of snap. And James asks where his book is and
“Naturally” I said again for
“-naturally I said in my bed.
James then comes back with I’m not talking about your broom. Which is called
beast – inside joke eh moony?” I nod in response to conform this. “And again,
naturally I say I’m not talking about that beast. Then Remus dragged me out of
room.” The girls doubled over in laughter. They couldn’t believe what happens
in boy’s dormitory. To be honest it’s usually Sirius’ fault.
“I suppose we do some funny
things. I always find it funny to think about the variation of pet names we
have for each other. When Remus is in a good mood he tends to give me a cycle
of the pet names: padfoot, pads, babe, my lil punk and Sirius. But when he’s in
a bad mood it gets rather funny; commander hair gel, fleas, high maintenance
and my all-time favourite piss-lord.” Sirius told them, a feeling of content
bubbled up inside of me. He was happy with me to share those things with our
“You talk about me too much
babe.” I stated.
“Well that’s because you’re
adorable.” he told me
“Fuck off, I’m not even gonna be
subtle with the flirting now” I said quietly so only he could hear.
“Re, I never asked how the
prettiest boy at Hogwarts is doing today.”
“I don’t know, how are you?” I
replied, as he sat up for a brief moment putting his hair up in a messy bun
being held together by putting his wand through it. He does this sometimes to
turn me on – it works or just because it’s on his nerves, regardless, it turns
He blushes, locking eye contact
with me for a few moments, “Fine” he said, his voice cracking. He placed a
light kiss onto my jaw.
“Don’t. You know what happens if
you do that”
“Now we know how James felt”
“Nah, there was also partial
nudity and noises” Marline retorted.
“Oh for me it’s such an
unfortunate series of events that there was only partial nudity.” Stated
“Fucking hell Pads you’re bloody
horny all the time.”
“Hey it’s not my fault, it’s
what you do to me.” He said, smirking at what he thought was a witty reply.
“Let’s change the conversation
for the girls’ sake.” I stated and everyone agreed.
“TRUTH OR DARE” Alice yells. We
start to discuss rules, as everyone rather reluctantly.
Sirius volunteered to go first
which meant I was next. “Truth or dare?” Alice asked him.
“Dare” he stated boldly.
“I’ll give you a choice; give Remus
a lap dance, ask McGonagall to marry you, confess your love to Severus.”
“Ok, so my choices are to give
my boyfriend a lap dance—“
“That’s not happening.” I
“I mean ladies, it would end up
further then a lap dance and we don’t want you to see that” he said arrogantly.
“Third one is a no. So McGonagall
“Do it when you next see her.
Remus, truth or dare?” said Lily Evans.
“Ok, name one thing that turns
you on.” I gulp and realised the sudden redness in my face, everyone including
Sirius turned to face me.
“Uh- do I not get a choice” I
“From that reaction- no.” said
“Uh- well uh- I- it-uh.” I
stammer, I stay quiet for a few moments in attempt to calm my erratic heart
rate- and failing.
“Moons I’ll go first make it
easier. Remus does this thing where he gets angry – it’s a weird thing, the last
time he got that angry was when he punched Lucius. And his from was perfect and
he just grew confident and a layer of sweat formed and after the breaths he
took were so deep- fuck. It’s hard to explain it’s when he looks after me, and
he looks bloody fit while doing it.”
Sirius said that and the girls
absorbed every single word and made my cheeks go redder.
“when Sirius does his eyeliner
under his eyes and has hair in a kinda bun thing with half of it up and half of
it down with free strands framing his face, and bloody hell I have no idea why
I’m telling you this.”
“so like this moony?” he said
looking at me with the wand still holding the section of his hair up in a bun
and the bottom half of his hair still dancing around his shoulders.
“Precisely” I whisper.
“Lots of things you do turn me
on, but now isn’t the time for that list.” He whispered into my ear.
The following day-
Last night the dormitory was
empty for a while so we had some fun, in a bed and not in a classroom or a
bathroom stall! Before we slept in my bed I drew the curtains so James wouldn’t
see. He still hadn’t spoken to us or kept eye contact. The following morning
the curtains were slightly open and I saw James there, I nudged Sirius awake
and he hid underneath the duvet.
“Moony, why didn’t you tell me?”
“It wasn’t just my secret to
“Bloody hell mate, I thought we
were friends that you’d trust me enough to tell me.” James hissed and left the
room in a brisk stroppy walk. Sirius
wriggles his way from underneath the duvet. He slithers his way so his torso
was pressed against my pale, scarred one. He kisses me lightly a few times,
smiling brightly after each one.
“Do you think you saw me?” I
shook my head, anxious-but excited for what was going to occur next.
He kisses me for a fourth time
before murmuring, “love you but I gotta go see Reg”
I signed slightly disappointed
but let him go. He walked butt-naked across the dorm, knowing, I was watching
his every movement. He glanced at me one final time before disappearing behind
the wooden door.
I get up, skip showering since I
showered last night. Making my way down to the breakfast hall where my favourite
ginger Gryffindor, Lily Evans. I fill my plate up with food and out of the
corner of my eye I see the one and only James Potter scowling at me putting me
off my fried eggs.
“James still being a tosser
then?” asked Lily, taking my silence as a yes.
Shortly after starting breakfast
Sirius walks in, with what seemed a terrifying facial expression, neutral. As
soon as Sirius walked in James walked out with Peter following about ten
strides behind him.
“Hey Pete” I stated hoping for a
“Hey guys” he said before
following James out of the hall.
“What’s up Gryffinwhore?” asked
“That arrogant tosser potter” he
“Right that’s it, I’m not
dealing with you moping about near me, ugh makes me feel sympathetic. Let’s go
sort shit out girls.” Marline instructed, Lily, Dorcas and Alice followed
behind promptly. Sirius chased them out the hall and I chased Sirius.
The girls headed to the common
room where James would be, pouting by the fire. Our theory was correct he was
sat playing wizard chess with Peter, winning probably.
As Sirius and I walked in
everyone turned to look at James, fearful for what might come next.
“Right you bloody tosser what is
your issue?” Sirius said starting with casual tone to yelling the further along
the sentence he got.
“Is it not self-expletory?”
James asked trying to keep calm.
“Well no not really” interjected
“You know what Evans, I don’t
give a shit what he thinks. I’m a shitty person, with a shitty situation. Remus
he accepts me, he loves me. Hell he’s the only one who will. Potter I’m gay.
Really fucking gay. My family is pureblood and prejudice so I shouldn’t really
be yelling that this loud but I don’t care anymore. I’m sorry you found out the
way you did that’s not how we wanted to tell you. And I don’t care anymore what
anyone thinks because I love you Remus and I love your kisses which feel like
home, among other things.” He shouted at him, my cheeks turning red. He started
to cry towards the end. Not out of sadness but anger.
I engulfed him in a hug so he
could sob into my chest until he composed himself.
James was yet to say anything
and people were waiting. Sirius just let down his confident façade to let James
in and James did nothing to respond but stare at him.
“For fuck sake kiss him moony.
Kiss him like there is no tomorrow. He needs you.” James said out of no where
“He always needed you” he
muttered before disappearing among the crowds.
And so I kissed him. Until tears
turned into other things. He pulled me even closer and rested his hands on my
arse. Creating a circular motion with his thumbs. I accidentally bit his lip –
he groaned. People had stopped watching which meant we could get a quick
get-away to the dorm upstairs. Once we hit the stairs we don’t detach from the
lips but our hands are everywhere. He was untucking my shirt and pushing his
hands further and further up my torso. He ran his thumbs over my nipples
sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue danced around my mouth and his hand
had started to slowly move lower making me feeling lots of emotions.
When we reached the door I
fumbled with the handle while Sirius had already starting to remove some of my
“Moony fuck moony” he muttered
in between kisses.
The dorm was empty, thankfully,
and that meant we could finally let loose.
“Moony tie me up.” Sirius
begged, that request kinda threw me.
“Now–?” I asked hesitantly, he
With a wave of my wand, Sirius
was tied up and waiting for me on my bed. I pulled of the remainder of my
clothing and pulled the curtains shut.
“Si- what’s the code word that
you say when you want me to untie you instantly?”
“Remus.” I nodded and got to
I moved my tongue slowly across
his skin, starting at his inner thigh I avoided his cock entirely, moving it
across the bones of his pelvis. Slowly up the torso and quickly over the
nipples, across his collar bone. I was now hovering above him, our cocks are
touching- creating enough friction so that I could bust right here. Sirius
began to grind against me making my movements shaky. I ran my tongue up his
neck with coated his skin in Goosebumps and the air filled with his groans.
“Do it moony. God please just do
it” he begged.
“As you wish” I growled into his
ear tugging at his ear lobe with my teeth lightly afterwards.
Before he could compose himself
I slammed in and quickly bottomed out. He pushed himself on me and my lips
nipped on sensitive bits of skin. He spat out a few flavourful words. I
continued to thrust in an out feeling the sweat coating us both. His legs
weren’t tied up so they wrapped themselves around as tight as possible. It was
over quicker than anticipated but Sirius’ legs were still wrapped around my
“Untie me” he stated, and with a
wave of my wand his wish was granted. He pulled me closer so our faces were
almost touch. He legs were no longer wrapped around me but were still touching
me keeping me in place. His pressed his lips against mine in a sweet and loving
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“Will everything be okay with
“You really wanna talk about
that now, given the situation.”
“The situation?” he asked,
knowing full well what I was talking about.
“Given that my cock is still
inside of you” I said in between kisses.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“I would bloody hope you do” he
shifted slightly and my hands flew to his waist.
“You alright moony?” he asked
“Stop moving.” I hissed, which
only made him move more.
The door creaked open so we both
“Shit. Pete, don’t come in.”
“Hey if you’re still in here
Sirius, can I talk to you?”
“Uh- right now?” he asked, his
“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was
“It’s not recommended” I pipe
“Shit. All I wanted was to say
that I uh—“James said, Sirius started to rock back ever so slightly. I
whimpered at the friction being created.
“You’re playing a dangerous game
black” I hissed.
“I wanted to say sorry. I’ll uh-
leave you to it.”
“Thanks James” he half panted-
half stated calmly.
As soon as the door clicked shut
I pulled out. I kissed him one more time.
“Mmmh you smell like sex. Don’t
The door clicked open one more
time. “James Potter go talk to him properly or so god help you!” shouted Lily
“I don’t wanna go in there.” He
said back. She wasn’t taking no for an answer so we could hear her pushing him
forward. Sirius took it upon himself to pull the duvet from beneath us. He sat in
between my legs and I stole the cover and wrapped it around us, he held it
across us as I wrapped my arms around his torso.
The curtains were ripped open in
the next moment and Lily Evans had realised why James didn’t want to come in.
“Are you guys still—“
“No” I answered putting her mind
at rest. Sirius shifted backwards.
“But if you keep doing that we
will be. Stop it” I hissed into his ear, he just gulped.
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I wrote this ages ago and then kinda forgot about it. So here you are, more FLUFF. I am addicted to fluff.
When an assassin attempts to kill Evelyn in the middle of the night, Cullen is frustrated to find he cares more about her safety than Evelyn herself.
Pretty much SFW. Cullen x Inquisitor fluff. After chess match, but before the kiss.
Sleep had turned into a rare luxury for Cullen Rutherford. Though he’d suffered from nightmares for years, the lack of lyrium in his system was making them almost unbearable. At first, he’d given up on the idea of rest and spent whole night’s awake, working until he drooped over his desk and exhaustion saw him having one or two hours rest. That had worked until Evelyn had returned from the Storm Coasts one day, moving to give him a hug only to lean back and regard him oddly.
“Have you been sleeping?”
“Of course. Why?”
“You look tired. You smile less when you’re tired.”
She’d only been teasing at the time, but it had made him determined to get at least one good night’s rest a week, and so Cullen ensured he went to bed at a reasonable time for her sake, if not his.
That was why, when the alarm bells rang throughout the barracks and woke him up, he first felt irritated. It had taken him half an hour to finally succumb to the nightmares, to eventually rest his head on the pillow and close his eyes. And now, an hour in, he was being woken up. Maker save him.
No. Wait, the alarm bells. Something was wrong. He sprang from his bed with an adrenaline fuelled energy born from panic. Cullen slept naked, and nearly fell to his knees as he tried to hop into his trousers and pull on his undershirt. Next came the armour, which was an agonisingly slow process but sadly a necessity. What if they were being attacked? He was anticipating the worse.
This wasn’t a class five entity. This thing didn’t exist on a scale. The four women watch in stunned horror as the chalk markings on the warehouse floor flex and become membrane-thin. Something colossal writhes under the earth, pushing outward in a grotesque mockery of embryonic birth.
“This is some Hellboy shit right here,” Abby hears Holtzmann mutter. For once the blonde wasn’t smiling her customary mad-scientist grin, and that was almost more terrifying than the creature rising before them.
Creature. More like a monster. Nothing they’d faced yet compared to the being ripping its way out of one plane of existence and squeezing into another. This was quickly becoming biblically scary.
“We are so screwed,” Patty whispers, gun hanging slack in her hands. Two years ago, a ten story, man-baby-ghost went on a rampage through Time Square with a posy of ghouls in tow, and Patty had hardly been able to wrap her head around that. But this? She signed up to hunt and trap ghosts, not battle Godzilla.
“If we close the portal before it manifests, it won’t solidify in our realm,” Erin says, adjusting the straps of her proton pack until the machine sits flush against her jumpsuit. Out of the four, she was the only one who seemed genuinely excited. Or at the very least eager. She’d been tracking the whereabouts of the Ether Cult for the better part of six months. To arrive just as they started their summons was a stroke of sublime luck, but somewhere between Ecto-1 and the warehouse Erin began to realize she and her friends might be stepping into something far beyond them.
“Scuff the markings,” Holtzmann suggests with a nonchalant shrug. As always, her gun rests across her shoulders. “Pretty straight forward magical summons. No marks, no portal.” Patty, Erin, and Abby all turn to look at her, eyebrows simultaneously cocking. “What? No one experimented in college?”
“Holtzmann, no one experimented like you in college,” Patty snorts.
Sirius who’d grown up with his family telling him he was too idealistic, too trustful of everyone else’s devotion to the light. When, at six years old, he knew that their fucked up beliefs were wrong, loudly proclaimed that he was leaving and never coming back as soon as he possibly could, Walburga had hissed, “No matter how much you hate us— or we hate you— we’re the only ones left for you. Your friends will desert you, your lover will leave you— so if you know what’s right for you, you’ll treat us well, because we’re the only family you’ll ever have.” And, and of course he knew they were wrong— but as a kid, he tried, he tried so hard to make their prejudices sound right. And for awhile, it worked. Because— even though he’d never admit it, he was scared, he was three and scared of the way his cousins looked more dead than alive, he was five and was scared of the way Kreacher looked at him and smirked with razor sharp teeth, was scared of the beheaded house elves that leered at him like they could see all the treasonous thoughts he was having, he was seven and scared of the way his parents could make everything hurt with a single cruciatus—he was nine, ten, he was scared of them. He was a scared child and the only thing that kept him brave was the thought of finding people who were scared children too, finding someone that would make him feel like his own damp and dusty house had one last living person in it. But words can do so much, can mean so much to a child whose entire self worth was based on his parents, on his family, on the number of times he’d landed face down with his nose crushed against the carpet, new bruises on his shoulderblades— and so he tried to force down the rebellion he’d used to romanticize, tried to be the child his parents wanted him to be: because if they were right, if the world abandoned him… then he’d have nobody, and more than anyone, more than anything his parents could do, more than the vicious words they called the muggleborns and the halfbloods— more than any horror story, Sirius was scared of being alone.
(He didn’t have a Boggart. They all disintegrated, because nothing was his fear. Having nothing. Having nobody. And, while he still could, he thought of that as a strength rather than something fundamentally wrong with him.)
And that was when he met James with his hair smelling of nutmeg and his eyes looking like they hadn’t seen anything but hope, with
his parents who grinned at them all and told every kid they saw on that platform to have a good time, and Peter with his chocolate-stained lips and his cheesy bubblegum wrapper jokes that still made him laugh so loudly— and Remus, quiet and sullen at first, with the glare that seemed more scared than angry, honestly (and he knew all about that, didn’t he?) And when he first spoke, it was a stupid sarcastic comment, and he and James and Peter were walking down the staircase and they saw him coming back from the hospital wing, and he asked, “What’re you doing?” and Remus replied, in that tone that didn’t completely veil his dancing eyes, the grin he tried his hardest to hide, “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.”
And that, that was when Sirius knew it was them. His family. And sure he slipped up, sure, he used mudblood or laughed at people with ragged hand me downs, but family was there to catch you, not push you down with the front of a steel-buckled boot— and for the first time, he wasn’t alone, and he thought— he thought he’d never be.
When he ended up in Azkaban, he still wasn’t truly alone. As he curled up in his cell, too weak to transform, too strong to just die— the Dementors circled around him, faceless masks seeming to laugh, because when he looked back at them he didn’t see black wisps of smoke and billowy cloth.
He saw his parents, the rest of his family, smiling, smirking— “We told you so, Sirius. We’re the only family you ever had. The only one you’ll ever have.”
Sirius never got to face his biggest fear, because he never truly was alone.
And when he talked to Remus after he escaped, when he kissed him trying to find the emotion he’d left behind in that cell— there were always shadows shrouding him, whispering, “It’s not too late to come home.”
When he fell through that Veil, he opened his eyes, saw James, saw Lily, saw the smiles of the friends he’d lost and lost over and over again— and he knew he was home.
They were wrong after all. He’d chosen his family. He’d never be alone again.
DELPHINE/COSIMA/TONY FIC INSPIRED BY PROLETHEAN'S EARLIER POST PLS AND MAKE IT FLUFFY
I GOT THIS MESSAGE YESTERDAY AND I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO FILL BUT I’M GOING TO DO THIS ONE NOW ANYWAY OKAY/OKAY
(This started as one thing and then turned into me getting angry about people trying to erase Cosima and Delphine’s respective sexualities and hating on Brophine in general because damn if I won’t protect this ship at ALL costs.)
“Sorry guys, remind me what’s so great about wandering around the park at night?” Cosima’s dreadlocks swayed left and right as she glanced at both Delphine and Tony. They each had an arm looped through one of hers, Delphine’s hand resting gently in the crook of her arm, and Tony’s hooked through and tucked into the pocket of his jacket. For a brief moment, Cosima grinned at the thought that the three of them must haved looked like the group from The Wizard of Oz skipping down the yellow brick road.
Tony laughed, and his metal tooth flashed in the moonlight. “Babe, have you ever been in a park at night?”
Cosima squinted at him, but to her other side, Delphine chimed in, “That is a fair point. There is something about just… being out after the sun has gone down. Being under the stars with your favorite people.”
Cosima and Tony adopted similar-but-not-identical expressions that indicated a distinct warmth in their hearts. They responded verbally at the same time.
Tony went with his usual, “Damn girl, you’re melting me.” He winked and flipped his wild hair.
Cosima, on the other hand, took the playfully sarcastic route. “Aw, that wasn’t sappy at all.” She giggled and pressed a kiss to Delphine’s shoulder. “You’re so French.”
Delphine faked a pout, and Tony swung around so that he and Cosima could simultaneously plant a kiss on both of Delphine’s cheeks.
They kept walking until they found themselves on the soccer field. Without a word, the three looked at each other, stood for a moment, then took off sprinting in a race to the center circle. Tony fell back, giving up his lead, as Delphine and Cosima ran side-by-side, each determined to outrun the other. He was just happy to enjoy the view.
The three lay in the grass, heads together and feet pointing out in different directions. They each stared up at the near-black sky and wondered at the stars and the earth and the how did I get this lucky? The stainless steel buckles on Tony’s motorcycle boots clinked as he rolled his heels over the ground and tapped his toes together. They played idly with each other’s hands and twisted their fingers through the hair that splayed between them.
At some point, as Cosima was beginning to nod off with Delphine and Tony’s hands clasped in her own and crossed over her stomach, a group of teenagers made their way past the field in which they lay. They stumbled along and laughed obnoxiously, clearly having snuck out of their houses to get drunk and pretend to have lives.
One of the teenagers glanced out into the field saw the cluster of legs and arms sprawled over the grass, and, undoubtedly believing he was making one of the funniest comments of the evening, called out, “Hey, what’s going on out there, a gay orgy?” He received several clumsy fist bumps and another swig from the paper-bag-covered bottle his friends carried.
Rolling their eyes and without looking toward the kid, Delphine and Cosima yelled back in unison, “I’m bisexual!”
Tony, never one to let bullies walk away without so much as a comment, sat up and replied in his gruffest voice, “I generally call myself pansexual. I’m not really tied down to a label, though - maybe if I come over there and beat your ass until you can’t walk I’ll come up with a definitive answer for you.”
The group of drunked teenagers laughed uproariously until Tony began to stand, at which point they scattered with varying degrees of fear in their eyes. He mumbled something along the lines of, “No one disrespects my girls.”
Cosima chuckled as she and Delphine each clutched at one of his sleeves and pulled him back down to lay with them.
Trinity truged through the sand, shaking it from the cloven steel claws, and buckles on her boots. She looked up at the sky, the suns were reaching their peak of the day, blaring harshly on her pale skin. Bright tendrils of engine red hair blew wildly when a harsh gust came at her. Her tartan skirt blew around, she silently thatked herself for always wearing black shorts beneath said skirt, and continued on.
Trin huffed when she finally reached a town, and walked into the nearest bar. “Bourbon please.” She asked the bartender, not that she technically needed it. She nodded her thanks when the bar keep came over with her drink, and relaxed, grey eyes scanning the room.