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(we are doing some cleaning before the term starts and i looked at this fic for the first time in months. all dressed up and...not going anywhere. and after reading through it, decided its going to stay that way, but i still really like this...first chapter.

so here tumblr. for you <3)

Work In Process (a raising harry AU, post-POA)

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Something about time.

The clock on the mantle of Number 12 Grimmauld Place ticked an eerie rhythm, acting as a metronome, counting the beats of passing time where Sirius Black did nothing but stare at the wall. Sirius remembered hearing that clock as a child, counting the tick, tick, ticks as he studied over summer holidays with his father over his shoulder or else when he was sent to stand in the corner, staring at the wallpaper, knowing nothing but the ticking clock and the pain on the back of his thighs.

And now Sirius counted the ticks for a different reason, needing a reminder that time was passing at all, after spending years in a cell wondering about the day or the month--even the year--let alone the minutes and seconds going past.

For years, time didn’t matter. It meant nothing. It was something elusive that just was. Something Sirius only checked in on via the morning paper when a prison guard was generous enough and brave enough to hand it through the bars of his cells. But everything had changed and suddenly having time was the most important thing in the world.

It had all happened so fast. This period of time, Sirius feeling like he was standing still as the world spun on it’s axis around him at record speed. The Earth, in theory, rotated once every twenty-four hours, but Sirius felt like days were combining into one at the beginning, creating new days of the week for himself.

Wursday, and Fraturday.

Lets not forget, Smonday.

They blended into one big blur, Sirius barely able to make sense of the walk back to Hogwarts the night of the full moon, Wormtail in a body-bind and all the way up to Dumbledore’s office.

An explosion.

A confession.

A trial.

A quite possibly inhumane amount of veritaserum and memory investigation later. Something about he’s a Black, certainly he knows Occlumency, Legilimency, all Sort of Tricks up his Sleeve and the Ministry, for once, wanting to triple-check their work. The first time around, Sirius was tossed into a cell without care, thrown into a corner like a crumpled sweet wrapper that missed the bin. This time though? Invasive. Overkill. Exhausting.

Do you treat all your potential criminals like this or am I just special? Sirius had asked to a room full of uptight ministry council members, unamused entirely. Until the charges were clear anyway, and suddenly they remembered Black could make their lives miserable, the key to the Gringotts vault being passed to Sirius after a wand, not used to having them around at all.

They asked Sirius if he needed any provisions, the Minister suddenly the most upbeat host of a party, offering to show Sirius around, offering up a room at the Leaky Cauldron until Sirius was able to sort out his finances, offering an arm and a leg and his soul in exchange forgiving a mistake.

“My godson,” Sirius told Fudge, the last time he had been summoned to the Minister's office. As a courtesy to make sure Sirius was adjusting.

If adjusting was spending time in his childhood home--the place he had run from so many years ago now acting as the only place of refuge Sirius could think of without accepting charity-- lying on the floor in the dark and listening to the clock tick, then yes, he was adjusting swimmingly..

“Harry is with Petunia Dursley, Lily’s sister,” the Minister explained.

“I know exactly where he is,” Sirius said, “And I believe, he belongs in my custody.”

Perhaps it was foolish, because Sirius had been cleared and able to walk around the wizarding world free for exactly two weeks, and half of him knew he wasn’t equipped to take care of a teenager any more than he was equipped to take care of himself at that particular moment. His dark curly hair had been matted and tangled for 13 years, after stopping trying to finger comb it around year two or maybe year three, he couldn’t be sure; he was still struggling to feed himself meals, used to surviving on so little despite knowing how emaciated his frame looked. Sirius had work to do, and had he been anyone else--had he not been named Godfather and Sirius Orion Black-- Sirius would hope a teenage boy wouldn’t have been so hastily handed over.

But as it was.

As he was.

“Then we can get the paperwork started.”

Sirius’s nails were brittle and falling apart as he worked on climbing his way out of the pit found himself in. Cracking under pressure, leaving fingertips bruised and bloody. Even as the end of the school year approached, Sirius was only halfway out, somedays falling to the ground once more and having to spend the first two hours of the day getting back to where he started. Like muggle-board games, he remembered playing with Lily one Christmas holiday--the first they had spent together at James’s house, the redhead nervous and giggling the entire time she met James’s parents--when a single dice roll could send you back to the beginning.

Most days, the roll was unlucky in Sirius’s case.

Snake eyes led to sleepless nights; doubles led to hearing sounds in the hallway that weren’t there.

Which was why Sirius took advantage of the rolls that weren’t entirely awful, hanging onto the side of the cliff for dear life with one hand as he sent out post to anyone and everyone from his old life.

Hello?

Is anybody out there?

Can you hear me? Do you care?

There was a knock on the door to Number 12, reminding Sirius that someone did care, the only sound that was able to jar him from his catatonic state, staring at the wall of the sitting room in an armchair. Sirius scuffled down the hallway, single candle lit, feet dragging on the floor to prove a point to a portrait upstairs that would occasionally yell. The only time his mothers screams felt welcoming.

Sirius opened the door, his wand raised.

“Get that thing out of my face,” Andromeda responded quickly, “Invite me over and already greeting me like a criminal?” she teased, “It’s me, Sirius. And what’s your plan with that anyway? Blasting me to bits? Leaving only my finger?”

“Did you prepare these jokes?” Sirius stepped out of the threshold, letting his cousin step in past him, absently wondering if she had gotten taller. The last time Sirius had seen Andromeda was when he was in his seventh year at Hogwarts, when she showed up to graduation and Sirius fought back tears when he heard someone cheering as his name was called. He recalled his head being able to see the top of hers, unlike the times before where Sirius would stand on tip-toes trying to reach the heights of his older cousins. He couldn’t see the top of Andromeda’s head, only the idea of it, back hunched over and so used to folding in on itself for protection and warmth.

“No, I’m terribly clever. See you’ve forgotten,” she said unbuckling the strap of her shoe and placing it on the floor, the two of them standing barefoot in the foyer.

In or out, Sirius. Do not linger.

“Memory’s a bit foggy these days.”

“I would imagine so. Remembered my address alright.”

“I found…it upstairs,” he shook his head, heavy hair moving around his chest.

“Lucky you,” she told him, “Are you going to invite me in? Or are we to have a very overdue conversation on the landing.”

“I…always thought important conversations should take place at entryways of homes. Sitting rooms are overrated.”

“Dining table?”

“Dusty.”

“You should clean, Sirius.”

“Kitchen?” he offered, “Tea?”

“That would be lovely,” she said, confidently leading the way down a home she had grown up in, though she had been separated from it for even longer. She was wearing jeans, he noted. Denim. Pockets. A blouse tucked into them and her brown hair in spiral curls down her back, not a thing out of place.

Except for them. Andromeda waved her wand, lighting up the hallway and opening curtains as Sirius ducked his head, squinting as he stared at floorboards following her to the kitchen. Sirius managed to beat his cousin to putting the kettle on, watching as she sat at the small kitchen table Sirius had been using to eat his half-meals alone, sitting primly with her legs crossed.

“I hope you take full offense when I say this, Sirius, but you’ve looked better.”

Sirius snorted out a laugh, “That might be the first honest thing anyone has said to me in two weeks.”

“What have the other things been?”

“Uh..well there’s the infinite number of we apologize deeply for the circumstances of the past 13 years and… let us know how we can support you in getting back on your feet and restoring the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black--”

“Oh, is that Fudge? You’ve met him, piece of incompetent drivel isn’t he? I’ve seen better leadership from a cream cracker. Excellent impression though.”

“Him and the wizengamot.”

“What? Are they worried you might try to seize their assets?”

“Or murder them.”

“I’d go with that,” she shrugged, giving Sirius a smile, “I was expecting you to be a little bit more…incoherent,” she leaned forward to rest her chin in her hand, “Don’t get me wrong, this is a very pleasant surprise, I was just prepared to talk to a wall.”

“Don’t get too confident just yet, give me an hour or so,” he said, pour water over two teabags, levitating cream over to the table. “Do you take sugar now or will milk do just fine?”

“Remembered that too. Impressive.”

Sirius flourished grandly, a big ta-da at how he was being praised for remembering how his cousin took her tea. Andromeda shook her head in amusement slowly taking a sip.

“I didn’t believe it, you know,” she said.

“Andromeda, we don’t--”

“No, I need you to know that I didn’t believe it. Sirius, you should have heard the fit Nymphadora threw when she found that out, met you and James exactly once when she was so young and was adamant. You need to know that I tried, and they were content to keep me out. Tried to drop my maiden name in there but they wouldn’t hear it.”

“It’s….what it is,” Sirius said, keeping his distance from his cousin as he leaned against the kitchen counter, back to the window so he was only looking at reflected light. His cousin, his favorite older cousin, so comforting and yet so unnerving all at once. Like trying to interact in a foreign language that hadn’t been used in years, tongue slipping around the vowels and consonants, ears drifting in and out, only every other word being recognizable, leaving Sirius wondering how to respond at all.

What do you say to someone who was apologizing for how things ended up when it wasn’t her fault in the slightest? When you didn’t want the apology in the first place?

“Why’d you write me?”

Sirius cleared his throat, “Uh…I’m a godfather,” he explained, hands gripping his mug tightly, hot liquid burning large, frail hands, “I have been, but now I actually get to make good on it and…uh, Harry--that’s his name, James and Lilys--I mean, I suppose you know that…Boy Who Lived or…something,” Sirius shifted his weight on his feet, “I get to be a godfather now and I’m sort of realizing I might have been a bit too hasty and…don’t know a damn thing about what to do. He’s thirteen, he’s a whole person. It’s not like when he was a baby and all I had to do was show up and hold him.”

That was the last thing Sirius did, and he spent thirteen years regretting leaving. Sirius should’ve stayed at Godric’s Hollow, in the shambles of the house, next to the bodies of his two best friends, and held onto Harry for dear life, with the same finger grip strength he was using now to climb an impossible cliff. Someone should’ve had to pry Harry from his hands.

“I don’t know what I’m doing and I probably shouldn’t be doing it,” Sirius said, “But I have to do it because I’m not going to let Harry down anymore, and--Andy he jumped at the chance to live anywhere else but the Dursleys. Knew I wasn’t a murderer for a total of an hour and was packing a bloody trunk. I know what that’s like…and--”

“Sirius…”

“I just know. And…I have to be better. And you’re my cousin, and you’ve kind of…already done this bit of raising a child. Raised me sort of…”

Andromeda looked at him, brown eyes narrowing behind heavy lids--the same ones Sirius had though his were grey and more haunted these days--setting her cup of tea on the table, “Do you want me to respond to this logically or do you want me to give you a hug?”

“The first, I think.”

“You want a kid? You want to be better? Clean this house or find a bloody different one that you want to clean. We have properties scattered around the country and you’re holed up here? Come on, use that big brain of yours to think and go someplace if you don’t want to stay here. Harry needs a room, probably one with windows. And, you need to sort yourself out. Your hair, your clothes, probably…everything else. I don’t imagine Azkaban was fun, and I know you’re not used to taking care of yourself but you have to at least pretend to know how for the sake of that kid. So shower, take care of your hair, your teeth, you can come to my home every day for dinner if you’d like so you can start eating again, I make a brilliant shepherd’s pie. You have to start somewhere.”

“Where?”

“You smell like a donkey, Sirius. Go shower. That’s where you start and…I’ll help you with what comes next. One thing at a time.”

“One thing at a time.”

“You were always the one who made the checklists….I remember when we packed for France? Were you like…maybe 10, and you’d have this perfectly written checklists so we’d all remember the appropriate number of pants and…you know, Cissa would follow it perfectly, and Bellatrix wouldn’t pay you any attention and you always got so frustrated with Regulus when he would throw in extra things just because,” she smiled a bit sadly, at the memory of their small family. What once was. “Make a checklist.”

“You’ll…be here?”

“While you shower? If I can do some dusting, this place is awful.”

“Just how I remember it.”

“That would be funny if it wasn’t so true…” she mused, leaning back in her chair.

“I meant…that you’ll be here. Harry needs some sort of cool-Aunt…one who throws tantrums at the ministry. And a cousin with…what color is her hair?”

“She likes it a sort of magenta these days,” she said, and paused, “I’m not going anywhere, Sirius.”

Andromeda cut his hair in the kitchen that night, shorter than he had had it since he was sixteen, and Sirius watched as it fell to the ground in unkempt tangles, suddenly able to think clearly for the first time since the world had started spinning around him.

Sirius didn’t announce his presence or his visit, still unsure whether every trip to Hogwarts warranted alerting Harry or if he could simply pass through like a ghost in the wall without him ever knowing. Doubting whether or not Harry actually would want to see him or if he had simply agreed to living with Sirius for the summer because it was better than The Dursleys. Which was an easy feat. Sirius knew the feeling of thinking a cardboard box on the side of the road in the middle of a hailstorm was better than going to a place with four walls and a roof but filled with people who couldn’t stand the sight of you; Sirius remembered what it was like to live in a place you were not welcome or wanted.

Bare minimum, Harry at least knew Sirius wanted him.

Bare minimum, Sirius at least knew Harry trusted him enough to live in a house with him. Though that didn’t necessarily mean Harry wanted to see him if he came to Hogwarts.

Besides, it wasn’t a social visit, despite Dumbledores attempts to make it one, Sirius biting back eyerolls when the older wizard called him my boy. Because Sirius, of course, wasn’t a boy when he was locked away in a cell at 21. Only now at 33 with a clear name was he worthy of the term.

Sirius went after classes, during dinner, so there wasn’t a chance of being spotted. Sirius saw the way witches and wizards on the street eyed him--unsure of the rumors published in the paper; wanting to form their own opinion on Sirius’s NOT GUILTY charges and WRONGFUL IMPRISONMENT; A MAN SCORNED--and knew students would be worse. Sirius didn’t mind scaring stuck-up shit’s; he cared about scaring student’s though.

He knocked on the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the door magically opening, and he stepped in. Remus had made a home in that room, the better part of Sirius relieved that he wasn’t having to pack up for the summer. The Grindylow tanks and tiny bookshelf with “Take One for Fun” in the corner in Remus’s handwriting could stay and welcome Remus back in the Fall.

“Looks like you in here,” Sirius said, carefully walking into the room, avoiding cracks in the floorboards subconsciously. Remus turned around over his shoulder, slightly taken aback at Sirius--this version of Sirius standing in his classroom.

“Old and messy?”

Sirius laughed softly, scanning Remus’s appearance in new light. They hadn’t spoken since his trial. Sirius looked different now, with his short hair and skin that started turning golden olive the second he stopped spending all his days inside, integrating sunlight back into his life the same way he was with people. Perhaps Remus looked different in the early summer light compared to the dark of the ministry hearing room.

Oversized teaching robes were on the back of Remus’s desk chair, and he stood in front of Sirius in an off-white shirt, and brown waistcoat. Brown trousers. Loafers that should’ve been thrown away 12 years ago but Remus held onto.

Among other things. Unlike other things.

“Something like that,” Sirius shrugged, keeping his hands in the pockets of his jeans and stopping his walk in the middle of the room.

Sirius had never moved more unsure in the world than how he moved now as a recently freed man. Unsure of where he stood with his godson. Unsure of where to go with an ex-lover-boyfriend-almost fiance. Sirius wondered if the ring would still be in his old dresser.

“Thanks…for responding to my owl.”

“I haven’t heard from you,” Remus said, pulling down the sleeves of his shirt, though they were already at his wrists. They couldn’t go any further, but Sirius watched as worn, nimble fingers tugged, turning red at the tips. But the material wasn’t the same as all of the ragged knits from days passed, starched cuffs staying put no matter how much Remus pulled and wished it otherwise.

“That’s nothing new,” Sirius responded, unable to stop the barb from escaping his lips. Remus had spent 13 years not hearing anything from Sirius. Sirius disappearing again should’ve been a relief for Remus, a re-establishing of natural order. Homeostasis.

“You know…what I meant.”

“I did.”

“Where have you been?”

“Sorting out some things,” Sirius said tapping his fingers on top of one of the desks in Remus’s classroom. In another life, Sirius was already across the room with his arms around Remus, unbuttoning shirt sleeves, and holding fidgeting hands; in another life, Remus’s hands were in the pockets of Sirius’s jeans and they weren’t standing awkwardly across five, no six, rows of desks apart. Sirius could practically hear the blood running through Remus’s veins it was so quiet in the room. “Figuring out where to live…getting my vault back, paperwork.”

“I’ve also been…doing paperwork,” Remus gestured to the stack of what Sirius could only assume were exams or essays on top of Remus’s desk.

“Different sort, I think.”

“Was…yours as interesting as a third-year using the phrase “pissed off” in an essay?”

Sirius gave a weak smile, “Not quite. Number 12…had to take trip into my father’s study for where he kept the ledgers and books.”

“Riveting.”

“Mm. Nostalgic.”

“So you’ve…got money again.. That’s good.”

“I forgot how terrible you were at small talk.”

“I forgot how much you used to save me from my misery. Where have you been?”

“My Uncle had a property on the seaside that he left to me…It’s quaint,” Remus snorted--a Black’s version of quaint was different than most people’s, “and I’ve been cleaning it out and…decorating. Getting things in order for a teenager to come stay.”

“Harry?”

“You’ve got another one for me?”

“No,” Remus said, a smile tugging on his lips, “Are you sure?”

“I checked in with those muggles, Remus. I…went to get his things only to discover how little he owns and they are lucky I didn’t actually get myself sent to prison for murder.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke. Did you know?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not arguing with you about--”

“Its a question.”

“And I don’t have an answer you want to hear,” Remus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “So you have a place?”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, “Yeah, we do. It’s nice, I think. I’ve been outside..a lot. By the ocean, just…walking along it.”

Sirius had spent years listening to waves crash on rocks surrounding Azkaban. The only sound he could hear apart from rattling of the other prisoners and the footsteps of the guards.Screams. Maybe that's why Sirius chose that property in the first place--how odd was it to have to find a new home that reminded you of an entirely other home? What else could he call Azkaban but….home?

“It looks like it…you look good, Sirius.”

“Least I could do,” Sirius shrugged, dismissing the comment entirely. Sirius was largely avoiding his reflection, knowing that he still looked like a shell of someone he used to know despite having made changes. Despite the hollows of his cheeks filling out and the dental work that restored a straight smile and the jewelery that made Sirius’s tattooed hands recognizable.

“You’ll be there for the summer?”

“And longer, I think.”

“Okay.”

“I just…wanted to let you know. Where we would be and…”

“That’s it?”

“I can’t do this alone, Remus,” Sirius said finally closing the space between them. He sat on a desk closer to Remus, studying the new wrinkles on his face alongside freckles, “I…am…holding myself together, trying to anyway, and I am going to need all the help I can get, even if its help I don’t necessarily want…or from a person I…don’t know what to do with.”

It’s not about me. It’s about Harry.

“You want me to live with you?”

“Merlin, no. I…want you to answer my post.”

“I did that today, didn’t I?”

“Okay.”

“Funny thing about answering, Sirius, is….someone has to write it first.”

Sirius smiled a little, silently admitting to his own stubbornness before flicking his wrist, thankful for Black magic that lived in his veins, permeating his bloodstream and never losing strength even after thirteen years of lack of use. Wandless magic was the easiest thing that came back to him aside from brushing his teeth. A bit of parchment and a quill flew through the air, Sirius bending over to write out a short memo onto a desk before folding it into an airplane and shooting it the short distance to Remus.

“Really? You’re such a shit…”

“Yeah, they tried to beat that out of me in Azkaban but…didn’t exactly work,” Sirius shrugged and inclined his head, “Open it.”

Remus’s hands opened the note, Sirius only slightly aware of how those hadn’t changed at all. Long, slender, bitten and bruised. The same hands that used to brush Sirius’s hair off his forehead and cup his face for kisses; the same hand that would tangle into Sirius’s dark curls and fall below the waistband of his briefs. “Do you want to go have dinner? There’s a smaller place in the village that has a great glass of red wine.” Remus looked at Sirius, raising an eyebrow, “Are you buying?”

“Don’t I always?”

“Then yes.”

“And I’m the shit? Alright then.”

Usually, Harry got off the Hogwarts Express and was greeted, in the loosest sense of the word, by his Aunt and Uncle. Uncomfortable, scowling faces, looking around at the world Harry was beginning to plant roots in with distaste and disgust, and perhaps a bit of fear. Harry would struggle to lift his trunk into the back of the car, then would sit in the back seat, quietly looking out the window as they drove back to Surrey, ignoring the bumps in the pavement the same way he ignored comments from his Uncle and complaints from his cousin. He could feel every single bump in the road, but he couldn’t do a thing about it, so why bother?

This year, Harry stepped off the train and was scanning the crowd for something--someone--entirely different. He had a letter folded neatly into his pocket, that he took out to read more than a few times during the ride back to Kings Cross. To make sure it was real. As proof that someone would be there at all.

Harry,

Everything has been arranged with your Aunt and Uncle. I’ll be on the platform tomorrow to pick you up, assuming the train still runs on the same schedule.

Looking forward to the summer.

Sirius

They had been writing back and forth, nearly every day, the feeling of seeing an owl heading straight towards him and opening a piece of parchment to neatly scrawled cursive handwriting never getting old. Harry bit back smiles around his breakfast and continued as he thought of how to respond in the evenings. Harry was beginning to know a man through paper exchanges, but that was…not the same as knowing someone when they stood in front of you and the last time Harry had done that, the stakes were much higher.

Would he still care when everything had settled?

Sirius wasn’t hard to spot on the platform, and not only because of the space around him, other parents on the platform eyeing him with uncertainty, but because Sirius was perhaps the tallest person Harry had ever met. Harry gave a goodbye to his friends and walked towards Sirius, dragging his trunk behind him on the uneven platform, the grooves and knots in the surface mimicking how his heart felt. A bit seasick, a bit excited. As Harry got closer, images of the last time he had seen Sirius faded and a new man stood in front of him.

His dark hair had been cut short, though long enough that Harry could see curls and it was pushed out of Sirius’s eyes effortlessly; he wasn’t so pale, his once stick-thin frame filled out more. Sirius looked healthy, resembling more of the man from his parent's wedding photos, but this time he was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and Harry was mesmerized by tattoos covering his arms and hands. Caught off guard by the jewelry on his fingers and the earring in his ear, but mostly by the way Sirius smiled when he saw Harry, his teeth a bright white and welcoming.

Harry was never given a smile on the platform when he got off the train, let alone one that was so kind and eased some of the anxiety pooling in his stomach.

“Hey Harry,” Sirius said when he was close enough.

“Hi,” he said, giving an awkward half-wave, unsure of how to proceed.

“All set?”

“Uh, I think so.”

Sir? Was Harry supposed to be polite? Was he being rude? Was Sirius’s smile going to fade quickly and be replaced with a frown Harry was accustomed to?

“Then we’ll get going, we do have a bit of a drive, but I’ve got dinner ready for us when we get there,” Sirius offered, “Mind if I help you with your trunk?”

What are you going to do with it?

“Uh…sure,” Harry watched as Sirius smiled again and bent down to grab the trunk handle from Harry. He had so many questions buzzing in his mind--where are we going? Where are we going to live? Do i have a room? Did i pack too much stuff? Do you have space? How are you? Can my Aunt and Uncle find me? How are we getting there?

Sirius started talking though, putting sunglasses over his eyes as they left the platform, and ventured out into the busier portion of King’s Cross. One hand on Harry’s trunk, one hand free and Harry wondered if that was going to be used to grab him the same way Uncle Vernon did. “Stay close to me, yeah? It’s always so busy here, never understood it…” he said, and he was still smiling, even after the weight of the trunk, slowing down his pace so Harry wasn’t running to keep up with long legs, “The house is on the beach, about an hour away. My Uncle bought it, the decent one, I’ll tell you about him if you’d like, it’s a muggle home but he put the magic in there, somehow. He did that with all his properties, there’s one tucked away in Greece and another one in London…” Sirius said, “It’s clean, not too big. I’m used to smaller spaces, and I thought…you might like it too. You’ll get your own room, of course.”

“Sounds…great.”

A house on the seaside. A room of his own.

“There are muggles that go down to the shore, but it’s removed enough that it’s quiet.”

A quiet house sounded like a specific brand of paradise.

Harry nodded, unsure of what to say, settling on, “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Harry,” Sirius said but Harry just shrugged, continuing to listen as Sirius filled in answers to questions Harry didn’t have the courage to voice out loud. It felt too good to be true. An entire summer with a man who had tattoos and a house on the seaside that was quiet and carried his trunk for him and--

“Is this your car?” Harry asked, eyes growing wide as a sleek black sports car came into view, Sirius flashing him a grin as the car let out a woop as it unlocked.

“That it is. Cool, isn’t it?”

“You drive?”

“Legally even.”

“It’s…not by magic?” Harry asked, watching in disbelief as Sirius loaded his trunk into the boot of the car, before opening the door on the passenger's side for Harry.

“I didn’t say that now. Your grandfather taught me to drive when I was seventeen, got the bike after but, I figured it didn’t hurt to have more than one means of transportation. I know the bike takes some getting used to.” His Uncle had driven something sensible. Something unremarkable. Harry slid into the passenger seat, taking stock of the leather seats and the center console with so many buttons Harry was afraid to move. Sirius got into the seat next to him, his smile never faltering.

“This,” Sirius gestured to a dial, “Is for the radio, whatever you’d like. If you get hot or cold, adjust the temperature…”

“Do I need…to…do anything?” Harry asked, feeling stupid as he did so, looking down at his lap, his face flushing. Suddenly the hem of his t-shirt was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Nothing at all. Enjoy the drive…take a nap if you want, I was always exhausted after the train rides, don’t ask me why though.”

Harry settled back against the seat, just enough to look comfortable, not enough to actually be comfortable as Sirius started the car, a tattooed hand reaching over to start the radio. It was quiet, some sort of classical station that made Harry bite back a grin.

“What?” Sirius asked, apparently noticing the half-smile, “Laughing at my music choice?”

His tone was light. Sirius wasn’t scolding him. It…sounded like a question.

“A…bit. Stuffy, isn’t it?”

Sirius gasped, and Harry lifted his head, Sirius still smiling as he kept his eyes on the road, sunglasses covering his eyes, “Stuffy? No. Posh…absolutely. I’ll teach you a thing or two about taste, Harry.”

Harry hid another smile, turning his head to look out the window, a piano melody in the background.

Quiet.

For me? This whole thing?

Harry’s words echoed in Sirius’s mind the following morning after their first night in their new home.

His Uncle had installed stain glass windows in the kitchen, that casted shades of aquamarine and a pale teal onto the white tile floors. Their kitchen was an ocean in itself and Sirius had come to find the sunlight a little less harsh with a barrier. Sirius had woken up that day practically floating, willing himself to take a few breaths and calm down before proceeding, reminding himself to take it one step at a time with rebuilding this life and rebuilding it alongside Harry. Harry’s bedroom wasn’t anything huge--something Sirius had fretted about briefly when deciding which property to live in--because no room could be big enough in Sirius’s mind. No size bedroom could ever make up for lost time, the clock in the kitchen ticking the same as the one left behind at Number 12.

This one though was handsome. Emerald green and gold, the ticking not so robotic.

The whole room was for Harry.

The whole house was for Harry.

Sirius prepared breakfast that morning, watching as the hands of the clock moved past half-seven and started drifting towards eight. He had written Andromeda that morning, as well as Remus, letting them know that the hour long car ride hadn’t ended in disaster, and Harry had gone to bed easily, Sirius walking into the average bedroom to see his godson asleep with the light on and his glasses on his face. Asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, just like James. Sirius was sitting at the table by the time he heard footsteps down the hallway, muffled by socks and Harry appeared, rubbing the back of his neck and stifling a yawn.

“Sorry for sleeping,” Harry said, walking into the kitchen, large t-shirt hanging around his frame and Sirius wondered how soon was too soon to force his teenage godson to the shops to buy some better clothes. Less than twenty-four hours? Would it feel like a criticism? Would it be welcome or simply just embarrassing?

“Don’t be sorry. Breakfast?”

Harry nodded hesitantly, waiting for a cue from Sirius to sit at the small rectangular table in the kitchen, across from the Sirius was in. Sirius gave him a small nod, hoping that was enough, silently cursing muggles in three different languages in his head.

“Did you sleep okay?” Sirius asked, “Everything comfortable?”

“Everything’s great,” Harry told him, “Thank you.”

“Think you’ll want to keep that room?”

“I promise it’s great, Sirius.”

Sirius paused, trying a different tactic, “See, I prefer it dark when I sleep because if theres too much light, I wake up. Now…your Dad? At school? Loved the curtains flung wide open so he could wake up with the sun--” at mention of his father Harrys face started changing. Illuminated by a small smile, “Professor Lupin? Somewhere in the middle. I suppose…I’m just asking if you’d want to change the room at all. Because you…can have preferences.”

Harry nodded slowly and Sirius stood up from the table to start preparing breakfast.

“I…like the sound of the waves.” Harry said after several moments of silence, Sirius half wondering if he had fucked this arrangement up already.

“I do too.”

#i guess a happy sirius and harry sunday #sirius black #harry potter #work in process #but not actually es done

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xadeone · 4 months

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Para los que hablamos español en el fandom, quería compartir lo que está haciendo Becker Fox en su canal de YouTube.

Son doblajes hechos por un grupo de fans de algunos shorts y capítulos. Hace poco sacó este diálogo original.

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Están muy buenos, denle una chance. Lo que me he reído es impresionante xD

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For anyone spanish speaking in the fandom, I wanted to share Becker Fox's channel.

He and a group of VA's are doing fanmade dubs of shorts and episodes and recently they made that original linked video.

If you know spanish, give them a chance! They might have a more crude or "rude" latinoamerican humour, in some of the jokes but it's worth a shot. (And there are swears).

#animation vs animator #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #ava #avm #i know we arent a lot spanish speaking people out here BUT I REALLY WANTED TO SHARE THEM THEY ARE SO FUN #and the fact that they recieved hate for Yellow and Blue voices being female voices :(#they fit amazingly #sticktag #Todavía no supero las dos ocasiones en las que un hollowhead ofreció mate en los dubs xddd #mezclan culturas y es una risa xd #and lol the actual tag:#animator vs animation #there we go edit done

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jasontoddssuper · 1 year

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Jason Todd sure does get oversexualized a lot for a dude who's canonically a virgin and actively chooses to not use his insane amount of rizz

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carrioncider · 5 months

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honestly with context it was kinda funny, charlie slimecicle gets a pass (<- I'M MEXICAN!!! 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽 )

#LIKE. watching the actual stream. he did add -er to other words to make nonsensical words. and there just happened to be beans #anyways the mexican community has forgiven charlie slimecicle #and im mexican so i get to say that #Y TMB!! los pinshes dm stans en los qprts JSJSDJJS pa mi en esta ocasion son primero stans y luego mexicanos #aunque la vdd no he visto ninguno q es mexicano. puro gringo #q bellesa q los dt fans son tan imbeciles la vdd. faciles de blockear #anyways im done being mean today :]#ramblingswhy

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es-quest · 6 months

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There's this trend going on in this weird thing called "Tumblr" where people send each other hugs. So how about Mahiru gives everyone a hug, even though she's incorporeal? (Actually, would that work differently between Mahiru and Fuuta?)

Mahiru passes through the thorns as if they aren't there. "That poor girl...she needs a reliable big sister like me to comfort her!" "Don't bother, she can't hear us, or see us." Fuuta says. "You won't be able to do her any good." Mahiru pouts. "Well I can at least try!" She curls up next to Amane,

"It's going to be alright, okay? Es here is going to save you." Amane, as expected, doesn't answer. But Mahiru stays curled up next to her anyway.

#milgram #es milgram #mahiru shiina #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #cw child abuse #es quest #ask blog #ooc: Im actually just about to eat but theres another ask in the box...Ill answer it once im done

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vaniliens · 8 days

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Related to that last rb. Sometimes i get the itch to kinda criticize milgram but the problem is that i dont know whats a bug or whats a feature, especially when the premise is that you judge people based on their unconscious thoughts or dreams. Also i don't know whats gonna get elaborated on and whats not gonna get elaborated on or like what stuff we might've missed the chance to learn more about because of the trial's or comments results etc etc

#Yuno & Mikoto are the top 2 guys that i wanna critique even thiugh i love them as they are #like im sorry but they do Yuno so dirty. the put focus on 'Abortion is murder' and 'Is sex work ok?' and 'well YUNO DISAGREES' more #than her actual. underlying / implied problems (Her whole 'Cant feel warm unless im having sex with someone' part. Her 'idc' attitude #being contradictory with her changing up who she is for every one of her clients. Calling Es who's literally only 3 or 2 years younger than #her 'Pure'. Etc. etc.)#and when the audience thought 'Yeagh abortion isnt murder' They just made an MV where she tries to act more mature than she is #BUT WE ALREADY KNOWWW THAT SHES LIKE THAT. SHE THINKS SEX WORK IS A COPING MECHANISM.#BUT I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS SOMETHING I COULD LEGITABLY ARGUE ABOUT BECAUSE!!!#AGAIN!!!! HER MVS TAKE PLACE IN HER HEAD!!!!!! THIS MIGHT BE A FEATURE!!!!!#THE FACT THAT SHES IGNORING ALL OF HER ISSUES AND PUTTING EMPHASIS ON HOW ''MATURE'' SHE IS MIGHT BE THE POINT!!#BUT WE WON'T KNOW UNTIL MILGRAMS DONE ANDITS JUST SHHWHSHHHHH #whatever man whatever #nillas #vanili powder #I am a Hater at heart but make no mistake I will not go around claiming things that aren't true #but as of the end of t2 yes. One of my biggest complaints is about Yuno.#I dont think i need to go off on another tangent about Mikoto or everyone else but.

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rox-of-iu · 1 year

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got ghosted by sticker printing company 😔😔😔very sad

#o(-(#s s tick i es (tearful)#just to clarify its not like they took my money and dipped nah i havent made the order yet #i just sent them a question if theyd be able to print it and they said ye just to make the cut lines in vector #so i replied with my attempt asking if they can use it like this or if it needs to be diff (i just transformed the lines from raster)#so prolly not usable so i said if they cant use it that id pay the fee for them to do it #and then i havent heard from them back jhsdkfsd #and like its been more than a week and the first reply from them was sent the day after so..#so idk if they just missed my mail or if they just said fuck you in particular actually we dont want to deal with you hahhajh #like the wait would make sense if they were making the cut lines....but they wouldnt just jump into it without informing me first right #that makes no sense #oh well #ue ue ue #and no im already too embarrassed i cant send them another mail asking whats up #and i cant also act like nothing happened and fix the lines from scratch and just order it from their site without asking more info #cuz.... i still dont know how they want the files to look ITS NOT EXPLAINED ANYWHERE #like do u want svg file with layers or do u want two separate pdfs I DON KNOOooooo #sigh #i could call them and pretend to be rando just interested in possible future order asking how its done hahaa nothing to do with me #head in hands 😔🤡 this is so embarrassing #and any other local stickie printing places dont spark joy this one was perfect in placement and everything #usually i wouldnt have the courage to pursue this any longer but i REALLY want those stickers hashadk #on one hand...anxiety.. on the other stickies 💞💓😊#we'll see which one will win xD #cheerio now #i just reread this and i would like to reiterate i am a wholeass adult ok im just disaster ok i swear im not a child please hajahj #my social anxiety is just unparalleled ✨#ok bye now lol

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lanshappycorner · 2 years

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Once again reminded of the fact that Tatsumayo BLCD is actually real. In-fucking-sane!!

#ok well its not actually ttmy its their VAs but we can dream #ill do a brief TL in the tags of some of the lines (ill make the VA's dialogue their ES character) the context is ttmy just did a recording #mayoi: haahh we're finally done with the recording~~#mayoi: good work everyone...!#tatsumi: alright then...let's continue with our usual morning routine :)#mayoi: r-routine...??#tatsumi: so we kiss. and then we kiss more. and lastly we kiss more☺️✨ and if there's extra time then we.... (insert eggplant peach emoji)#mayoi: WAHHH #tatsumi: what's wrong...?#mayoi: t-the mic isn't turned off yet—!😭😭#and then they make out and stuff after im not tling more💀💀

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coquelicoq · 2 years

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spent the evening with my siblings going through boxes of my sister's preschool and early elementary school effects and i need to share some of her spelling choices:

budrfli (butterfly)

stroberre (strawberry)

apl (apple)

orinj (orange)

peach (peach!!)

bnana (banana)

lemin (lemon)

grapse (grapes)

wodrmin (watermelon)

ovcdoe (avocado)

par (pear)

#budrfli 😭😭😭 i lost it from how cute this was. next to a picture she drew of a butterfly obviously #i could not figure out ovcdoe but she was able to reason it out #i love little kid spellings so much. unfortunately there actually weren't very many from her because she got good at spelling pretty early #there are also some great examples of her writing Es with five lines instead of three <3 #this is all very normal child behavior but since it's my beloved sister i am allowed to feel like it is the cutest thing any child has ever #done anywhere in the history of the entire world #orthography #kidz these days #my posts #f #i'm so glad i got to see my siblings today i love them so much <3 and i hardly ever get to see them! feeling very full of love rn

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cerealandchoccymilk · 10 months

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oh btw (mostly @ irls) our irl name is rei (零) now ✌️

#was reminded today that rei is also an eva character I FORGOT......I CANT WIN.........#but its fine bc the name is badass and also i can just go #no<3 its actually based on the kirby boss(es) Zero and 0² <3 #better than if we chose kaoru bc thats just. it would be based on a nge character ajfhjsf #- emil #namesearch #WE'RE DONE WE'RE FINALLY DONE

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astrxealis · 2 years

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hi! watching/listening to a translation of the voice dramas starting from the beginning rn ^__^

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა milgram ໒꒱ *·˚#first i just really want to say i want to give him a hug. he deserves a very big hug :((#haruka reminds me a bit of me. in different ways. some definitely not while others are a definite yes. interesting #es what the FUCK. i like es as far as i'm concerned but also what the fuck i don't like this #hmm... i'm less now haruka now even though some similarities are either back or recently appeared. but yeah he's relatable fr #weeee. okay done w haruka's! i just realized i should have done the one for es first. oops. and then i'll do yuno and then fuuta and.... ya #jackaloupe's voice is so silly lmfaooo love him <3 also why isn't my keyboard making a sound w screenshots i hate this sm #IT'S. a small issue. but not really to me i despise this i like the little sound so muchehgbajbgehjgh ;;; feels terrible w/o it #i actually really hate this. i looked in the settings and it shouldn't be like this ;;;;;;egbhjbjghbhbhj #anyways :(( 'DO YOU WANT ME TO PET YOU' WHAHAHAHAHAHA JACKALOUPE'S REACTION I LOVE THIS LMFAOOOO #i realize now it is jackalope and not jackaloupe. why did i make it fancy. or. is that actually his name oh whatever #okay. uh. i forgot i had this ere (oops!) anyways i finished w haruka and es! started yuno's <3 and a bit of mikoto's ^__^ he's so silly #i'll continue later aaa i have 1 last hw for the week but there's other stuff i need to do too. also i'm just tired rn <//3

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constellationcrowned · 3 months

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((The truest mvps are my friends on discord who're dealing with my excessive thirst posting over J/K Si/mmons in Coun/terpart. Again. And that goes double if they're malus followers bc I muse Howard over there and let me fucking tell you I am chomping at the bit.))

#;;ooc: mun muttering #I'm almost done with s1!! I really missed my man!!!!!!!#...actually they get triple points bc I just rewatched g/f but I digress #I wanna write Howard and both Pin/es bros so fuckin bad rn #ya'll are so fucked when I get to that ep in s2....so fucked...bc I'll scream the same thing i do every time #I actually watched my fave scene in s1 with a friend today (who is also a fan of the show; he watched it bc of me!) and *woof*

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bitterkarella · 22 days

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Midnight Pals: Souper

[at unicorn fuck club] JRR Tolkien: tonight we've got a special story from everyone's favorite fantasy writer GRR Martin: CS Lewis: Peter S Beagle: Hans Christian Andersen: L Frank Baum: Tolkien: whoops shouldn't have said that ha ha Tolkien: i mean, you're all winners in my book

Tolkien: but when i say everyone's favorite fantasy writer Tolkien: i mean terry practchett GRR Martin: oh yeah that's fair CS Lewis: yeah fair Peter S Beagle: fair Hans Christian Andersen: yes yes of course L Frank Baum: that's fair

Terry Pratchett: hello unicorn fuck club today i've got a story about a wizard who is - get this - actually very bad at his job Tolkien: oh ho ho! terry my boy, you've done it again! Pratchett: there's also girl dwarves Tolkien: [suddenly stone-faced] i hate this

Pratchett: but first Pratchett: all this story telling is hungry work! Pratchett: do you happen to have anything to eat around here? Tolkien: are you talking about... Tolkien: having Tolkien: a Tolkien: feast????? Brian Jacques: [squeaking incomprehensibly in rising excitement]

Tolkien: why, terry, my boy, what an idea! Tolkien: instead of merely DESCRIBING a feast, we'll have one! huzzah! Martin: huzzah! Lewis: huzzah! Jacques: [squeaking] i use a mercury head dime as a serving platter!

Pratchett: no no nothing so fancy as that Tolkien: eh? Pratchett: i was more thinking along the lines of Pratchett: soup Tolkien: soup? Pratchett: yeah just a big bowl of heart soup right about now would just be the best thing Pratchett: oo i just love the sound of it!

Pratchett: think about it: no work... no worries... no failures... no waste... when you serve maggi homestyle soups, the finest money can buy yet priced reasonably within your budget Tolkien: interesting! tell us more Pratchett: maggi soup! es ist echt ausgezeichnet!

Pratchett: how often have you had this problem Pratchett: say, you're on a budget but you have to feed your hungry hungry boys Tolkien: oh man i have been there! Tolkien: more times than i can count!

Tolkien: but terry Tolkien: i need something substantial and nourishing for my hungry boys. can maggi soup satisfy? Pratchett: ahh jirt my friend, maggi soup does more than satisfy! Pratchett: as the good people at maggi say, "kartoffelsalat volkswagen fahrvergnugen lebensraum!!"

Tolkien: What's that sizzling sound I hear? Pratchett: Get up! It's soup and eggs, my dear! Martin: What can I cook without much fuss? Pratchett: maggi soup would tickle all of us! Lewis: What's a lunch that's good and quick? Pratchett: Hot Maggi soup mix does the trick!

Pratchett: mm mmm! i tell you, nothing's as good as a rich bowl of maggi soup! buy some today! eat it with someone you love! Neil Gaiman: something's not right here

Gaiman: of course the power of imagination is infinite, friends Gaiman: but in all the worlds in all the multiverses of possibility, i cannot imagine one in which terry pratchett shills for soup Pratchett: [sweats] nein, nein, ich bin der echte terry pratchett!

Gaiman: if you are in fact, the real terry pratchett Gaiman: and not an imposter Gaiman: like the imposter sandman hector hall in The Sandman, vol. 2: The Doll's House Gaiman: then you won't have any trouble telling a joke Pratchett: [sweats] ein witz? du magst ein witz?

Pratchett: [sweats] i mean ha ha of course i can tell a joke Pratchett: i am the real terry pratchett after all Pratchett: [sweating intensifies] and you all know me, i'm a real spaßvogel Pratchett: Pratchett: a-are you sure you wouldn't all rather just have some soup?

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #jrr tolkien #grr martin #cs lewis #brian jacques #peter s beagle #hans christian andersen #l frank baum

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lightsoutletsgo · 2 months

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girl dad — mv.1

pairing: dad!max verstappen x mom!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, obvs mentions of babies and kids, fluff, the briefest flash of angst and nostalgia hi loves! so this is the result of the absolute brainrot me and @verstappen-cult got stuck in yesterday discussing how max is such a girl dad. I actually really like this one so I hope you like it too! as always please leave any feedback, I always love reading the tags to find out how I can improve my work and what you want to see more of! happy reading! mimi 🤍

Max groaned softly as a heavy weight suddenly landed on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a perfect reflection of them staring back at him. He couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face as his arms wrapped around his daughter and he cuddled her close to him, “Good morning little flower,” his voice was gentle and low so as to not wake you up, “did you have exciting dreams last night?” His hand smoothed over Esmee’s hair as she nodded, arm wrapping round her soft plush bunny even tighter as she curled up on his chest. “Well I’m glad to hear that…” They were both still and silent for a moment and Max thought she may have even drifted back off, until she popped up, sitting on his tummy, her hand bringing her bunny’s ear up to her face to gently rub it across her cheek in a soothing motion. Max’s heart clenched as he stared at his baby girl, where was the time going? Just yesterday it seemed like she was still a tiny newborn that he cradled so carefully yet awkwardly.

“Mama sleep?” The two year old pointed to you lying next to him, your head resting against his shoulder as your chest rose and fell steadily. Max nodded and over exaggerated placing a finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion. The toddler giggled, a sweet sound that made Max smile. Max looked at the clock that sat on his bedside table and noticed how early it was and how dark it still was outside, “It’s so early flower! The sun is still sleeping.” Esmee pouted in that sweet funny way only toddlers can and pointed to her tummy, “Hungry papa!” Max made a noise of understanding and scooped her up in his arms, standing and silently padding across the room to leave you sleep. He carried her through the hallways of your family home in Monaco and he relished in the way Esmee snuggled into his neck, finding comfort and warmth in the way he felt each of her short little breaths against his neck. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and slowed his pace down a little, enjoying the time he had. It was quiet, barely five in the morning, the sun only just beginning to creep up in the sky. The traffic was still light outside, just the hiss of the garbage truck and the occasional siren in the distance. He softly strolled down the hallway, hand rubbing and down Esmee’s back in the way he’d done ever since the first time he held her.

As he got to the kitchen, he placed Esmee down in her chair, not a baby high chair anymore but taller than the rest of your chairs to accommodate her short body. She let out a whine at losing his body heat and attention and he turned back to see her holding her arms out to him, begging to be picked back up. ‘Like mother like daughter’ Max thought, knowing full well he was unable to say no to either of you. He picked her up and placed her over one arm, tickling her tummy with his free hand when her gleeful giggle sounded around the room knowing she’d gotten her own way. Max knew that anyone who looked at him for just a few seconds would see that he was completely wrapped around his daughter’s tiny finger. Just as Mama and Papa were her whole world, she was theirs.

“What should we have for breakfast Es hm?” Max opened the fridge and looked at the contents, thinking what he could make for all of you, “should we make some for Mama too?” Esmee nodded, excited as Max mentions you. “Panpan papa!” Max laughed as she did her best to say the word ‘pancake’, “Okay then flower, pancakes it is!” Max had watched you make them so many times he was pretty confident in the recipe, knowing it would be in your recipe book on the island if he really needed guidance. Esmee clapped her hands and Max sat her on the counter next to where he was standing, “You want to help?” She nodded and a serious expression took over her face, Max smiled and kissed her forehead before he gathered the ingredients he needed from various cupboards and the fridge. “Okay then flower, let’s do this!” Max pulled the measuring cups from the drawer in front of him and held the correct one out to Esmee. She took it, her pudgy little legs kicking in excitement as her face lit up in glee. Max held out the bag of flour and wrapped his hand around hers to help her dig the right amount out of the bag. He let her tip it into the bowl on her own, her tongue poking out in concentration. Once she was finished, she beamed up at him and he gave a cheer, encouraging her for her efforts, “Good job flower!” She practically bounced on the counter, excited to be making pancakes with her Papa and for a moment Max almost wished you were awake to take a picture of this moment, so that even when he was old and his memory started fading, he would still be able to remember.

He pulled himself back to the present, not wanting to miss looking at her for a second. He was unable to help the way yet another fond smile creeps across his face as he watched her gasp as she spilt some of the sugar on the counter top but he was quick to reassure her, “It’s okay flower! Mess is okay sometimes.” Her worried expression fell and she was back to staring at the bowl intently as she added the next ingredient. Max handed Esmee an egg, “You’ve done this bit with Mama before, haven’t you flower?” Esmee nodded but still looked at him and held the egg back out to him, “Papa help please?” He leaned down to rub his nose against hers and she giggled trying to push his face away, “Papa tickles!” Max relented and placed his hands over hers to gently tap the egg against the counter and add it to the bowl. He disposed of the shell before helping Esmee lift the milk carton to tip it into the bowl. When they’d added all the ingredients, Max grabbed a whisk and turns to the toddler, “Should Papa do this part?” Esmee nods, “Papa strong!” “Mhmm, Papa is suuuuper strong!” Esmee shrieked with delight as Max threw her into the air once to prove his point before placing her back down, hand ruffling her hair before he began to mix the ingredients together.

Esmee grabbed her bunny and Max gave a fond smile, remembering how it was one of the first things you’d picked out together when you were expecting her. Max allowed himself to reminisce as he remembered how he had been so desperate to have a son, he’d been so sure Esmee would be a boy. He had even told you that he hoped it wasn’t a girl, a point you hadn’t taken too kindly to and had quickly shut down. Max could still remember the conversation like it was yesterday… “Max you cannot be serious.” Your hands were planted firmly on your hips as you shot a cold glare at him and he cowered ever so slightly, “Schat I just meant that-” “No no, Max. I understood what you meant perfectly.” Max was silent, knowing he had no defence against you, “You want a boy to carry on the Verstappen name? You think a daughter can’t go into Formula One? You think a daughter won’t do great things and make you proud just because she’s a woman? What about me? Do you think less of me because I’m a woman?” Max sighed as your ranting stopped.

“I’m worried about what the world of F1 would do to her…” You pulled back, having never heard him speak so quietly or softly before, he sank down onto the couch, “You know how horrible it can be…” You nodded understandingly, “I do, yes…” “Then you know what kind of things she will have to face.” You took a seat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly, “But she will have you to have her back and protect her from as much of it as you can…” You did your best to calm his mind and he took a deep breath, “I know schat… but also… I don’t know how to be a girl dad! I don’t know how to do hair or how to play with barbies or how to teach her about…” his voice quietened, “periods…” You couldn’t help the way a laugh left you and Max whined at you, “Stop laughing! I’m serious!”

You planted a kiss against his cheek and sat back against the couch, inviting him to lay his head in your lap near your tummy, something that had become your new routine every evening. Max plopped down and your hand immediately started playing with his hair as he rested one hand on your bump. “I know it’s scary… but you have plenty of time to learn as you go! You’re bound to make mistakes love, we both are… she’ll teach you how she wants to play with you and hey, maybe she’ll be into cars more than barbies!” Max kissed your bump and smiled, “And I think you should probably leave the period talk to me…” He laughed heartily and nodded before turning to your bump once more, “Hi baby… It’s me… your Papa… W-we don’t know what you are yet,” He looked up at you and you nodded at him reassuringly, “but whether you turn out to be a boy or girl we’ll love you so so much. We already love you so much.” You hand continued through his hair as his eyes closed, “You’re going to love being a girl dad…” One eye cracked open as he stared at you, “You sound sure it’s a girl?” “Call it pregnant woman intuition…”

“Mama!” A call of your name and Esmee’s hand patting his arm pulled him from his memories and he turned to see you watching in the doorway, the most peaceful and loving expression on your face, you crossed the kitchen having been caught and swept your toddler up in your arms, blowing raspberries on her tummy and feeling your heart squeeze at her little giggles, “Good morning flower!” You sat her up in your arms and her little hands held your face as she gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek, you laughed and walked back to the counter, gently placing her back down, “What are you doing with Papa hmm?” Esmee pointed at the bowl with wide eyes, “Panpan Mama!” You gasped and widened your own eyes, mimicking her excitement, “You’re making pancakes? Mama’s favourite?” Esmee nodded and her little legs started kicking again. You turned to Max and placed your chin on his shoulder, “Good morning handsome.” he turned his head to kiss your forehead, “Good morning schat.” He put the whisk down and turned to pull you into his arms, “What time did she wake up?” You pulled away from him and headed to the fridge to get some milk for her sippy cup, “Around five…” Max winced and you smiled, “Sorry I stayed asleep,” Max waved your apology away, “Don’t apologise, you need the sleep schatje.”

His eyes fell to the slight swell of your stomach and thanked every star above that he was lucky enough to have a beautiful wife, a sweet toddler and one more on the way. You bustled around the kitchen, tidying here and there as Max started cooking breakfast. You crossed back to Esmee to give her her sippy cup and she patted your tummy gently as you stood in front of her, “A’morning baby!” You felt a small flutter in your tummy and you booped her nose, “Baby says ‘good morning Esmee!’”

Max felt a huge smile fill his face as he took in the interaction next to him, he turned to you, crossing his arms as he waited for the next pancake to cook before he flipped it over, “You know… I really won’t mind if this one is a girl too…” You looked at him from where you stood and raised one eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh no?” Max let out a breath of laughter, flippin the pancake in the pan, “Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh…” You shook your head, “Told you you’d love being a girl dad…” Max tipped the cooked pancake on the plate, turned the stove off and crossed the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder so he could watch Esmee tucking into her pancakes with all the vigour a hungry two year old could muster, his voice was quiet, “And what’s your pregnant woman's intuition saying about this one then hmm?” he kissed your neck softly and your head tipped back with a happy hum, “Max Emilian Verstappen, you are destined to be a girl dad…” He laughed and kissed your neck once more.

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And five months later when Anneleise is born, Max stares at her in awe with tears in his eyes as this tiny precious bundle is carefully placed into his arms, “Hi baby girl, I’m your Papa…” Her only response is a big yawn for such a small person and an even bigger stretch as she nestles into his chest, recognising his voice. He isn’t sure why you’re suddenly chuckling to yourself but when he looks up, you’ve got tears in your own eyes as you film him sitting in the hospital chair doing skin to skin with your new daughter. It’s only then that he realises he’s crying. He can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed, instead, looking back down at Anneleise and softly tracing her tiny features. You watch on and smile, noting how he’s much more assured in how he holds this baby, how he talks to her and you know that just like when Esmee was born, he is instantly wrapped around her finger. You know that just like the promises he made about protecting Esmee and always being there for her, ring true for this daughter as well. You know you’re looking at a man who will attend tea parties, drive his girls to the karting track and to ballet lessons, will do his best to braid their hair, will sing disney songs in the car and paint their nails to the best of his abilities. You know that when your girls get older he will buy them ice cream after a breakup, teach them how to drive, help them revise for exams, support them in their dreams and cry when he watches them get married. Because forever and always, Max is a girl dad. And later on when Max watches the video you had filmed earlier - and every time after that - he hears your voice, making him smile,

“Max Verstappen, you are such a girl dad.”

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hate the bugs in this house so much

#mel 废话时刻 #was in the kitchen getting a drink i felt smth on my leg so i used my other foot to swipe at it #turns out i redacted a fly #sickening actually #didn't even know until i got back to my bed then i saw and was like wtf gross #don't even know if it was a fly maybe mosquito lol fuck those bitches #currently suffering ES last day grind #my new years resolution is to space all the gacha game stuff out #like maybe for ES if it's not tour live i'll clear the equivalent to a mini talk so i don't suffer as much #twstunes... should do one server on fri and the other on sat #tw bug #cw bug #idk if the fandom words show up in search idw to gross ppl out...#wanted to do mask today but i don't think i have time smh #DONE WITH MINITALK #left with. story and more point grind #i am very bored i need to rb things in the meantime while suffering on ES

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SUR LE POINT ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, toto wolff's daughter, are dating semi-rival team driver charles leclerc and toto is trying his best to support your relationship while also being a proud dad.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) taylor hill + pictures from pinterest

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x wolff!ballerina!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, fluff, google translated german and french

→ ( author's note. . . ) woohoo another smau! these are genuinely so fun to make but sooo time consuming. i hope you enjoy! see end for more

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📍monte carlo, monaco

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y/n_wolff a break between shows 🌞

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user7 she is stunning!

user10 mother is mothering

charles_leclerc that dog better not be in the apartment when i get home.

y/n_wolff um about that!

charles_leclerc oh mon dieu

y/n_wolff btw her name is olive!!

susiewolff Meine schöne tochter 💓 (my beautiful daughter)

y/n_wolff woher, glaubst du, habe ich es? (where do you think i got it from?)

mercedesamgf1 baby boss is glowing 🫡🫧 liked by y/n_wolff

yourbsf my legs are dead because of you.

y/n_wolff not my fault you couldn't keep up 😒

user44 need to know where you got that top!

y/n_wolff its actually a dress and i made both of the flower and lemon one myself!

user16 i wonder how toto feels ab this

user19 he was asked during an interview and was hesitant, but supportive !!

charles_leclerc holy 🥴 liked by y/n_wolff

lewishamilton you're in monaco and you dont even stop and say hi? smh 😒

y/n_wolff I AM SORRY BLAME CHARLES

charles_leclerc WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME INTO THIS?

y/n_wolff BECAUSE ITS YOUR FAULT?

lewishamilton i was kidding 😀

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

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lewishamilton has added to their story!

caption: apology accepted ✅ y/n_wolff

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📍vienna, austria

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y/n_wolff ladies and gentleman... your 2024 white swan!!

it is such an honor to be awarded this role. ever since i was a kid and saw my first performance of swan lake, i fell in love. from that moment, i knew i wanted to be odette. this is truly a dream come true.

i would like to thank the wienerstaatsballet for such a wonderful opportunity and trusting me with such an important role. along with my amazing parents, toto & susie_wolff, and my wonderful boyfriend charles_leclerc. you have all shown me such support and love, i couldn't have done this without any of you.

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user16 she is so unbelievably pretty

mickschumacher woohoo!! you go y/n!

y/n_wolff thank you mickyyy

user8 CONGRATS Y/N! liked by y/n_wolff

charles_leclerc so happy for you mon cynge 🫀 (my swan)

lewishamilton congratulations y/n! i remember watching you as a young girl just starting out, this is such a wonderful achievement, you deserve it more than anyone 🖤

y/n_wolff thank you so much lew 🥹💞

user5 they're so sibling coded 💔

mercedesamgf1 woohoo! congrats baby boss 🥳🙌🏻

y/n_wolff thank u admin 🥰

charles_leclerc when you called me to say you got the part, pride flooded my senses. i know how much this part means to you, etoile. i am so happy for you, je t’aime plus que tout ❤️ (star, i love you more than anything)

y/n_wolff i love you so much, mon coeur 💌

yourbsf the best to do it ❣️🦢 liked by y/n_wolff

yourballetfriend happy for u y/n 🙂

user77 she doesn't seem happy...

user44 i wouldn't blame her 🤷🏾‍♀️

user2 yeah but ballet is competitive it's part of the sport

susie_wolff Ich bin so stolz auf dich, Y/N. Worte können meinen Stolz nicht ausdrücken. Es ist mir eine Ehre, dich meine Tochter nennen zu dürfen (i am so proud of you, y/n. words cannot express my pride. i am honored to call you my daughter)

y/n_wolff hör auf, mama, ich werde weinen, ich liebe dich so sehr (stop mama, i'm going to cry, i love you so much)

francisca.cgomes my fave ballerina 🩰✨ liked by y/n_wolff

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user10 i am so normal about this (i am so insanely happy for her)

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toto_wolff Congratulations to my wonderful daughter, Y/N. Ich bin so stolz auf dich, meine Blume. Zu sehen, wie du zu dem heranwächst, was du jetzt bist, war so ein Segen. Ich fühle mich geehrt, dein Vater zu sein. Mach weiterhin großartige Dinge, ich liebe dich. (I'm so proud of you, my flower. Seeing you grow into what you are now has been such a blessing. I am honored to be your father. Keep doing great things, I love you.)

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user71 THE STREETS WERE RIGHT!!

user50 this is so sweet oh my god

user9 oh to have a dad like toto wolff

y/n_wolff oh papa, ich liebe dich so sehr. Ich hätte mir keinen besseren vater wünschen können, ich danke dem universum jeden Tag dafür, dass ich gesegnet genug bin, dich als meinen vater zu haben. danke, dass du immer für mich da bist 😭❤️ (oh papa, i love you so much. i couldn't have asked for a better father, i thank the universe everyday for being blessed enough to have you as my dad. thank you for always being there for me)

user11 i want what they have 🥲

susie_wolff Unsere wundervolle Tochter (our wonderful daughter)

lewishamilton What a star🌟!

user14 crying in daddy issues

christianhorner Congratulations, Wolff. You have raised a wonderful daughter.

toto_wolff Thank you, Horner.

user88 the passive aggression

user51 the girls are fighting

mercedesamgf1 Boss man making us cry 🫡

charles_leclerc it is such an honor to be dating your daughter, toto

toto_wolff Couldn't have asked for anyone better.

y/n_wolff does this mean that you will let him win, papa?

toto_wolff No.

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whoop! another fic done 🥳this was super fun to write, i loved looking for pictures, especially the toto-baby reader one 💔 not a lot of toto content... oh well. i am thinking of making a taglist, so let me know if you would like to be on it! also, hope i made it clear enough that toto does not know how to use instagram, and reader had to help him with making a post/comment. he doesn't know how like comments yet. thank you for reading! as usual, requests and feedback are welcome. make sure to leave a comment and kudos! (only if you want :P)

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