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Rr'ing crimson rivers. Everyone talks about the great big tragedy the fic is so I'm making a post appreciating zar's comedic genius

Warning: Its hella long

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"You heard me. Come off it, lover boy. Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?"

Regulus takes it all back. He rues the day he ever showed an interest in being possible allies with Evan Rosier. Regulus scowls at him, but that only makes him smirk.

"First of all, climbing a person is entirely different from climbing a fucking tree—"

"How so?"

"Trees won't keep me from falling. James has arms."

"Ah, so you have climbed—"

"Rosier, if you want to keep your tongue, you might want to shut up."

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"It is. You just don't know it yet. You'll see." James winks at him, but his smile is soft. "Go on, go get your spine realigned."

Sirius' hand flies to his throat instinctively, like a woman clutching at her pearls, staring at James, utterly aghast as he wheezes, "Get my fucking what?"

"Or, you know, realign his spine," James muses, thoughtful, his eyes gleaming with laughter. "Whatever suits your fancy, and his, I suppose."

"You're filthy," Sirius hisses as James laughs again, covering his mouth with his hand. "You're a dirty, dirty man, Potter, and I—I do not want you anywhere near my baby brother."

"Oh, the first chance I get, I'm going to let him snap my spine directly in half," James declares, lifting both hands and tipping his fists apart while making an obscene crunching noise in the back of his throat. The look of pure horror on Sirius' face makes James bust out laughing all over again.

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"Well, you just seemed…quite upset," Lyall says awkwardly.

"Not because of the murder thing," Sirius mutters, waving his hand carelessly. He pauses. "That makes me sound rather mental, doesn't it? I just mean, I know that whatever it is, however it happened, it wasn't something inexcusable. No, I was just surprised, honestly, and I do feel like maybe he should have mentioned it. Not that I'm entitled to any information he isn't comfortable sharing, but I do think it's something you tell someone before you have sex with them, at the very least."

It takes a second for the words to catch up with Sirius, and then his eyes bulge as heat creeps up into his face. Lyall's eyebrows are raised very, very high.

"Oh, fuck—I mean, shit—wait, sorry, excuse my language, sir," Sirius chokes out, his voice going high from his rising panic as his heart takes off sprinting in his chest. "I wasn't—I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I said that. Please don't think I took advantage of Remus. I swear I didn't. It was very mutual, and actually I was super nervous and not really sure about the whole thing—er, sex, I mean, because I'd never even done it, but I trusted Remus, and he was just so lovely—"

"Sirius—"

"I—I didn't force him, I would never, and he had full freedom to do whatever he liked, or didn't. He could have just—beat me up, if necessary. I'm pretty sure I told him that once, actually, and hey, now I know he could have just fucking killed me, so there's that. Shit, sorry, the cursing again. I'm just—I don't mean to be disrespectful in your home, sir, I swear. I'm just panicking a bit, currently, and—and trying to explain that I didn't, in any way, coerce your son into having sex with—"

"Sirius," Lyall interrupts yet again, louder this time.

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"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Emmeline muses as he approaches the tree very cautiously.

"No," Regulus snaps defensively, then pauses and kicks lightly at the base of the tree. In a mumble, he confesses, "Yes."

Emmeline coughs. "You'll be able to get back down, right? Without falling, I mean. Because I don't fancy Sirius having a go at me for letting his baby brother climb a tree and get stuck, or worse, fall and break his neck."

"Thank you, Emmeline, for making me feel better about this decision," Regulus says flatly.

"I try," Emmeline replies, amused. "No, but genuinely, should I go get a ladder, or something?"

"That feels like cheating."

"Well, who's going to know?"

Evan is going to give me so much shit for this the next time I see him in my dreams, Regulus thinks precisely five seconds before he looks over at Emmeline and mumbles, "A ladder, you said?"

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"James is jealous," Regulus informs him.

"Jealous?" Sirius arches an eyebrow. "Someone sniffing around you, Reggie?"

Regulus breaks out into a grin again, one so rare that Sirius feels his heart clench just looking at it. "Not jealous because of me, you idiot. He's jealous of Frank, because of you."

"What?" Sirius blurts out, bewildered. "But Frank is—I mean, we're just friends." He pauses, then frowns. "Wait, James wouldn't care if Frank was more than a friend anyway."

"Sirius," Regulus says, struggling not to laugh, "he's jealous because you and Frank are friends. James is your best friend, remember? He feels threatened."

Sirius opens his mouth, closes it, then shakes his head in disbelief. "Does he really?"

"Yes. I'm having a great time," Regulus says with a happy sigh, genuinely looking pleased. "It sort of feels like karma, you know? He's also being terribly adorable about the whole thing, but don't tell him I said that."

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"How's my sister?" Narcissa asks softly, and for the first time, Sirius wonders if this is why she's truly here.

Sirius purses his lips. "Being a raging bitch in the other room. Why do you ask?"

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"A niece," Narcissa whispers, her breath hitching so quietly that he almost misses it. "Do I? What's her name?"

"Nymphadora," Sirius mumbles.

"Now why would she do that to that poor child?" Narcissa asks, shaking her head as she inhales again.

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"Hem-hem," Mayor Delores says, clearing her throat over and over until everyone looks at her. She gives Bellatrix a simpering smile. "Feet don't go on the table, dear."

"Forks usually don't go into eyeballs either, but I can make that happen, too," Bellatrix tells her, lifting one foot and dropping it back down to send a fork sailing up from the table through the air, which she snaps her hand out to grab.

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"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts, and he leans back into Sirius harshly as he kicks out with his leg. Sirius can hear Camilla's gasp as the kick lands.

"Betrayal?! You fucking dramatic little—"

"Me?! I'm dramatic?! You're dr—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sirius bursts out, officially done with this shit, reaching the end of his rope.

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"Reggie, you never crack jokes or laugh at things."

"I—yes, I do. I…do. I have before."

"Name one time," Sirius says, lips twitching.

Regulus opens his mouth, then closes it, then frowns. He sits on that for a second, then says, "James thinks I'm funny."

"James is blinded by love, is what he is," Sirius tells him, clearly exasperated. "He is not an unbiased opinion."

"Before you volunteered," Regulus states finally, and Sirius blinks at him. "The first time, I mean. I know you don't really remember a lot of things from back then, but I—I would occasionally make jokes, and I did laugh a lot more."

Sirius clicks his tongue. "Well, that's tragic."

"Isn't it just?" Regulus agrees dryly.

"I bet you were shit at it even then."

"I wasn't. James laughed, and he didn't even like me before my fifteenth birthday."

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"First of all, I would be old and beautiful," Sirius states firmly, holding up a finger. "I am going to be sexy until the day I die, even if I could live until a hundred. Second of all, I will be at the wedding. In spirit. Have it at night under my star. Or just—I don't know, slap a picture of me on a chair and—"

"You're so stupid," Regulus interrupts, then swivels on the spot and stomps off, scowling as he goes.

"James, how do you put up with him?" Sirius groans from behind him. "The chair idea is a good idea, isn't it? You get it. See, now you have to. It's funny! It would be—"

"Stop talking to my fiancé!" Regulus snaps as he continues on, and Sirius doesn't, but he does lower his voice as he follows along, which will just have to do.

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"Well," Sirius wheezes, "I definitely won."

"What? No you didn't. You can't prove it," Regulus sputters instantly, which tells Sirius he did, in fact, win.

"Don't be a sore loser," Sirius teases, wrinkling his nose as he inspects his spear. It's covered in gunk. The creatures didn't seem to bleed, but they were very…goopy.

"What are you doing?" Regulus asks.

Sirius continues to pull off his bag, reaching inside to find the cloth he needs. "Cleaning my spear. It's disgusting."

"You have a bit of…" Regulus coughs and gestures to his own hair, then Sirius'.

"What?!" Sirius chokes out, instantly dropping his spear and cloth, hands flying up to his hair in horror.

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"Lily?" Dorcas asks tentatively, cringing at the background sound of something clattering, like metal on metal.

"Hi, Dorcas, a little busy here," Lily pants out. "We're, um."

"Problem?"

"What? No. Everything's f—hey! No, step away from the gatling gun! Barty, don't make me leave this cockpit!"

James straightens up. "Barty? Did—sorry, did she just say Barty? Is Barty there? He's alive?"

"Lily?" Dorcas tries again.

"We have this under control," Lily replies, and then there's a choked sob and the distant shout of we're all gonna die!

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Sirius hates it. He also chooses to ignore it, much like he's doing with the idea that James is captured here, too. "You're lying. How stupid do you think I am?"

"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."

Riddle looks unimpressed with him all over again.

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Say the word and I'll run away with you," Sirius murmurs. "We'll abduct everyone we love and take to the seas. Throw them under the deck until we're too far away for them to swim back."

"We wouldn't have to do that to Regulus. He can't even swim."

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"Look me in the eye, then," Remus says. "Look at me when you break up with me."

Sirius peeks at him, then quickly looks away. He's chewing on his lip. "What does eye-contact have to do with a breakup? Is that, like, required? I've never dumped anyone before."

"Yes, I can tell," Remus replies dryly. "You're rather shit at it."

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"War doesn't, though," Marlene comments. "So, you know, time to fight and whatnot. Do you think we'll get matching outfits? We should color-coordinate."

Sirius snorts. "Now there's a thought. Could you imagine?"

"I'm thinking…" Marlene purses her lips. "Hm, yellow?"

"Ooh, I like yellow," Pandora says. "We'd smash it in yellow."

"No, it shows blood too well," Remus counters. "You definitely want to go with darker colors."

"Or red, to blend," Lily suggests, coughing around a laugh, doing her absolute best not to look at Remus with their shared sense of humor. She fails, and Remus grins at her.

"Black is a good war color," Sybill muses. "Like, matte black. Not glossy. Something hardy, kind of rough."

"Hear me out," Mary says, holding up her hands and spreading them like presenting a banner. "Orange."

"Or we could just all go in different colors and come at them like a rainbow," Dorcas says, lips curling up.

"Naked," Sirius declares. "We should go into war completely fucking nude. They wouldn't know what to do."

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"Bit far-fetched, that," Marlene muses. "I mean, we'll get old. Old people don't fuck."

Dorcas lifts her head, eyebrows raised. "Yes, they do."

"Nah," Marlene protests, waving a hand.

"Marlene, they absolutely do," Dorcas says through laughter, watching Marlene purse her lips. "People don't stop being people when they get older, you know. They continue living and such, and if they like sex, they have it."

"You mean to tell me that old people fuck?" Marlene asks, looking like this is the worst news she's heard all week. She looks horrified. "So, like, Dumbledore—"

"Gah!" Dorcas bursts out, flinching instinctively. "No! Why would you put that in my brain?!"

Marlene grimaces. "Sorry, but he's the oldest person I can think of. Alright, Minerva and Poppy, then?"

"Marlene!" Dorcas protests in horror.

"What?!"

"They're like—my adopted parents!"

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"I'm warning you, Tim," Regulus snaps, "if you touch me, you're going to die."

Tim doesn't listen to him, and five minutes later, Regulus is breaking Tim's hand and kicking not-Tim into a signpost before launching another not-Tim into the side of a car so hard that the window crunches and dents in with splintered glass from the impact of their body. Tim yells from his knees, fingers going in all the wrong directions, and Regulus is just about to snap his neck when a new not-Tim comes flying out of nowhere to tackle Regulus to the ground.

There's a scuffle. Regulus may or may not nearly rip someone's ear off. Either way, by the end, Regulus stands up to find many bodies of not-Tims littered all around him, while Tim himself is dead at Narcissa's feet. Look who finally showed back up.

Well, Regulus told Tim he'd die. No one ever listens to him. Maybe they should; he's starting to think he's some sort of prophet or something.

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"Baby? What baby? Who's baby?" Alecto asks as she dumps herself down at the table with a weary sigh, looking very, very tired. Burgundy and Belfast are fighting over Dora the second they arrive. "Gun, Bel, no hitting!"

"But Auntie! He's being stupid!" Burgundy shrieks.

"Dora likes me the most! Tell her, Auntie!" Belfast yells.

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does—"

"Enough!" Alecto bursts out, slamming her hand down to the table and making Burgundy and Belfast shut up very quickly. Nymphadora looks like she's having the time of her life, but Alecto? Not so much. She breathes very, very carefully. "I know the concept is hard to grasp in your puny, developing brains, but you two can share Dora's company, and be her friend at the same time. Now, the next time one of you hits each other, I'm going to break your fingers. Got it?"

"Got it," Burgundy and Belfast mumble, hanging their heads, and five minutes later they're peacefully sharing Dora.

Alecto cradles her head between both hands, eyes sinking shut as she mutters, "I fucking hate kids."

"No!" Alecto blurts out. "No, don't do this to me. Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't have a baby."

"What does this have anything to do with you?" Narcissa asks.

Alecto groans and drops her head to the table, so Sirius helpfully answers, "Cissa, come on, she's obviously in love with you."

"That," Alecto mutters, pointing weakly at Sirius.

"And she hates kids," Sirius adds.

"Also that," Alecto agrees.

Narcissa considers her for a long moment, then says, "Well, you're very dear to me, you know this, but I want to be a mother, so either move on or settle in."

"Can I just spoil it with gifts and you handle the rest?"

"Well, I was planning to handle it all anyway, so sure."

Sirius snorts. "Yeah, okay, fair enough. I don't want anything that cunt owned anyway."

"Sirius!"

"What, Reggie? I'm just saying!"

"Well, maybe don't just say!"

"I can say what I like!"

"You shouldn't."

"But I can."

"But you shouldn't."

"But I can."

"But you shouldn't."

"But I—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alecto bursts out, slamming her way to her feet, making her chair and the table clatter

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"Well, don't stand around, Remus. Let him in," Lyall says, clicking his tongue. "Been worried about him."

Me? Sirius mouths, looking mildly alarmed, and Remus chuckles as he reaches out to grab Sirius' arm and tug him inside. Sirius smiles at Lyall. "Hello, Mr—um. Sorry, Lyall."

"Nice to see you again, Sirius," Lyall greets, amused. "You seem well, all things considered. Are you well?"

"Well enough," Sirius says, "all things considered."

Lyall's lips twitch. "That's fair."

"You look well, too, sir," Sirius adds. "I'm glad you're not dead." Remus snorts the moment Sirius looks horrified by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. "Sh—oot, sorry. I mean, it's true, but that's—there wasn't very much tact in how I said it, was there? Just—I'm glad you're okay. That's what—"

"Remus," Lyall cuts in, "are you sure you found him in the Hallow? Absolutely sure?"

"Actually," Remus corrects fondly, "he found me."

"Respectfully," Sirius says. "In a very respectful manner. I treat Remus with the utmost respect."

"This isn't true," Remus lies, and Sirius chokes, his head whipping towards him in disbelief. "Dad, he uses me for sexual favors and tells me he owns me."

"I do not!" Sirius bursts out, eyes bulging. "I have never—"

"He makes me do his laundry—"

"Remus!"

"I even cook for him—"

"You're literally a cook here! You cook for everyone."

Remus keeps his face perfectly neutral when he adds, "And he won't let me break up with him either."

"That was you!" Sirius yelps, his head swiveling to look at Lyall, whose shoulders are shaking. "Sir, he's—oh. You're laughing. You're—" He stops, then flicks his gaze between Remus and Lyall, and Remus finally breaks out into a grin. Sirius huffs. "Oh, for f—ah, that wasn't funny!"

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"What?" Regulus mutters, scowling. "Look, I know that seems extreme, but it's important, alright? I'm always going to have it on me as a reminder, and because—honestly, as strange as it may be, that's a comfort to me." He pauses. "Well, not in bed, obviously. You don't have to worry about that."

James coughs. "Oh. Right. That's…great."

"Were you worried?" Regulus asks, frowning now, admittedly stung by the thought. "James, I'd never hurt you, especially not with a damn dagger."

"Never?" James asks weakly.

Regulus cards his fingers through his hair, trying to get his gaze to fall away from the dagger. "Never. I promise."

James bites his lip. "Not even if—"

"Never," Regulus cuts in, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at him, wanting to reassure him. "Never, James, not for any reason."

"Oh," James mumbles, wilting a little bit with what Regulus imagines is relief. "Um, yay for me, I…guess."

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Sirius hums. "Yeah, exactly. We're okay. We will be. Come here, can we kiss and make up now?"

"Regulus and Remus are peering through the drapes, being nosy," James muses. "Mum, too."

"Ah, in that case," Sirius teases lightly, then makes a big show of throwing his arms around James very dramatically while pressing an over-the-top, smacking kiss to each of James' cheeks, winking at him as he pulls away. "There, now they'll know we're alright. Nothing to worry about."

James frowns. "Did they all know before me?"

Sirius freezes like a spooked horse, then coughs and tosses his arm over James' shoulders. "Say, let's head in, yeah? Come on, if we turn around really fast, we can make the others scramble all over themselves to get away from the window."

When he and Sirius swivel around in perfect sync, Regulus and Remus do, in fact, hastily jerk back from the window. Effie doesn't. She looks out at them, and she smiles.

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"Sirius Black," Sirius greets, reaching out to shake Ken's hand, leaning in to wink and whisper, "but you knew that."

"I—yeah, hey, hi," Ken replies, stumbling over his words, so visibly flustered that Remus almost pities him. Almost.

"I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, Low Bar, but—"

"Barlowe, actually, um—"

"Very low bar. I could trip over you," Sirius says, then laughs like that's not even the least bit insulting, and his laugh is so lovely and charming that Ken—poor Ken—laughs with him, as if the insult hasn't even registered to him. "Anyway, this can continue in just a moment, whatever reason you have to be here. Remus has to turn his attention to something more important, which is me."

Then, with that, Sirius twirls around and plucks the mug out of Remus' hands before smiling at him, warm and sweet, and reaching up to cradle his face tenderly, intimately, then kisses him

"A miracle. He called you a miracle, right in front of me! I'm standing right here! Hello? Can you see me? Am I invisible?" Sirius sputters, looking absolutely appalled.

Lyall immediately dissolves into laughter.

"I have killed people!" Sirius yelps. "I've killed so many people that I don't even know how many it's been, and he just—oh, I could have killed him so easily, what the fuck?!"

Lyall is wheezing.

"He's gifting you puppies and calling you a miracle—am I fucking joke to him?" Sirius demands. "Does he not know I can and will rip his tongue out of his head? I can do it! I—"

Lyall bangs his hand down on the table, gasping for air, laughing so hard he's in tears.

"Sirius," Remus says, biting down on the inside of cheek.

Nostrils flaring, Sirius fixes his gaze on Remus, lips pursing like he's tasting something sour. "He's trying to win you over. He comes with compliments and puppies—"

"It's not a competition—"

"He comes here and tries to act chummy with your dad—"

"I think he was just being polite—"

"Barlowe? Barlowe? What a pathetic name. Fucking low bar of a name and a low bar of a human being—"

"Well, that's not very polite—"

"Offering you puppies—"

"Sirius—"

"Calling you a miracle—"

"Sirius—"

"Addressing you by that stupid fucking nickname—"

Lyall is going to keel over here in a second, just from laughing so hard, and Remus is almost genuinely concerned for his health. He's an older man, quite out of breath, getting a bit red in the face. Huffing in fond exasperation, Remus reaches out to catch Sirius' arm and drag him out of the room.

"How dare he? Puppies?" Sirius hisses as Remus shuts the door behind them. "Remus, he brought puppies!"

"He did, yes," Remus agrees. Sirius looks absolutely enraged by this, which shouldn't be as hilarious as it is. "Obviously since he brought puppies, I now have to run off with him, as he is the superior gift-giver and has won my affections once more. That is all it takes for me. Puppies."

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"What about us?"

"You know, what are we doing?"

"Perusing district six's market," Remus says lightly.

Sirius stops holding his hand, like a punishment. He crosses his arms. "You know that's not what I meant. Kids, Remus. We've never talked about it."

"We haven't talked about a lot of things," Remus replies.

"Other things aren't as…serious as this."

"Marriage isn't?"

"I don't think so," Sirius says slowly. "We'll get married, obviously."

Remus' eyebrows fly up. "Oh, will we?"

"Won't we?" Sirius asks, eyebrows furrowed. Remus stares at him, keeps staring at him, and Sirius thinks about it, thinks about it, thinks about— "Oh! Oh, I just—I went about that the wrong way, didn't I? Wait, scratch that. Pretend I never said it. I didn't say that. Who, me? No, never. Um."

"Sirius," Remus says, watching him look around with visible amusement, gaze soft.

Sirius snatches up a half-bent spoon for sale off the table, old and chipped, though the handle is intricately carved. He holds it up and says, "Okay, will you marry me?"

"What?" Remus wheezes, cracking up laughing immediately.

"It's—it's the first thing I grabbed—"

"You can't propose to me with a spoon—"

"Watch me," Sirius argues stubbornly, then goes to one knee, which makes Remus' eyes bulge, his laughter cutting out all at once. "Remus Lupin—"

"Sirius!" Remus hisses, hands darting out frantically to tug at his elbows, looking around furtively as people stare at them in blatant curiosity, his cheeks stained red. "You lunatic, you can't just—fuck's sake, are you mad?"

"I can't believe you're proposing to me with a spoon," Remus whispers.

"I, um, also can't believe I'm proposing to you with a spoon," Sirius admits sheepishly. "I may have—gotten ahead of myself. Sorry. You deserve way better, but like, I'm in this now. Sort of have to see it through, at this point."

Remus laughs, one of his hands lifting toward his mouth, fingers gently pressing against his own smile, like he wants to feel it. "You're a mess, you know that?"

When they break apart, Remus is grinning again, and Sirius leans in and bumps their noses together. He has never felt better than he does at this moment.

"Excuse me. Hey, excuse me," says the person working the stall they're next to. "You still have to pay for the spoon."

Sirius' expression falls flat, and Remus immediately erupts into laughter that he has to bury in Sirius' shoulder. Sirius cups the back of his head and turns a slow, deadly glare on the person daring to interrupt their moment. One look is all it takes. That look is all it takes.

They get the spoon for free.

"With a spoon?" Lily asks.

Remus huffs a laugh and nods. "With a damn spoon."

"Was it at least a nice spoon?"

"Worst spoon I've ever seen."

Lily purses her lips, then says, "I'll kill him."

"It was the most romantic thing that anyone's ever done for me," Remus tells her.

"Okay, resurrecting him," Lily amends

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cressthebest · 11 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 13

chapter 24:

1. sirius 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 james being codependent af

2. ooo reg you’re so close babes. think about that just a little more. he realizes he cares about how james treats him and feels about him. reg just almost gets it

3. “He thinks the arena makes everyone a bad person while they're here. The only exception to the rule is James. He's the only person who could drag himself through all of this filth and cruelty and still hold onto his shine.”

4. ☺️ this “without hesitation” line is gonna bite us in the ass, isn’t it?

5. they’re talking about what their life without tragedy would have looked like. and damn. i’m not okay. their life would have been so beautiful

6. “"In that life, I do," Regulus whispers. "I let you do whatever you want, and when you want to dance, we dance."”

i’m NASTY sobbing over this line. like, snot coming out of my nose sobbing

7. “Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” 😀😀😀 holy shit that hurts

8. that nightmare was VILE

9. god, reg was practically sobbing to hold james’ hand. why is the world cruel to them??

10. 😐 i am unamused. another fucking spider

11. “"Have a go at me. Don't thank me or anything. It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James."” PFFFFFTTTT

12. it hurts to read it, but i also have always known that if reg wasn’t called into the hunger games, james would have died for someone else. like he said, either peter or vanity

13. god, peter’s story line and character fucking hurts. his family was mathias, irene, vanity, james, and even reg. this hurts like hell

14. NOOO PETER!!!!!

15. THEY MADE IT!!! THEY SURVIVED! THE GAMES ARE OVER!! THANK GOD!!

16. 😀😧 the rule change is REVOKED??? IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY FUCKING SHIT!! IF I WAS IN THIS UNIVERSE, ID PERSONALLY BE THROWING HANDS WITH SLUGHORN!! I BET SIRIUS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED!!

17. “"You're hesitating, love," James says softly.”

SCREEEEEEEEEEECHH

18. “"Axus got me on their way into the water. At least it was your dagger, I suppose," James says with a weary chuckle, his throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. His mouth quirks up a bit at the corner, gentle and lovely. "Maybe this makes me insane, but if I'm honest, I wish it had been you."”

oh no, make no mistake james. this very much does make you insane

19. and james is compared to the fucking sun going down again. i- i’m not okay

20. i need therapy for my trust issues. i trusted my ex best freind who outed me. i trusted my old roommate who i recently found out had a notes app list of everything she didn’t like about me this year. and most importantly, i trusted zar. i trusted that this fic wouldn’t do this to me.

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #crimson rivers

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lesbianremu · 2 years

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just a friendly reminder for those being rude and demanding towards zeppazariel about crimson rivers, fanfic is SHARED with us. it is not written FOR us. fanfic isn’t monetised, zar doesn’t profit off this fic. he’s literally writing it because it’s something they WANT to write.

and to see people in this fandom disrespecting zar and all the work he puts in crimson rivers, is so incredibly disappointing especially because incidences like this in fandom are so tired. like is it really that hard to put something down if u don’t like it? if u get fomo for not reading CR, how tf is that zar’s problem? zar has already given us so many warnings and reassurances; he constantly goes above and beyond to ensure their fics are readable and enjoyable for everyone, but sometimes yous just need to understand that NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU!!

and that is okay! it’s ao3! there are millions of fics u can read! u don’t want angst? don’t read fics where death, oppression, war, and loss are few of the overarching themes of the story. it really goes without saying.

what this demonstrates as well, is how younger people in fandom are expecting for ao3 to start functioning like tik tok (or like any algorithmic platform) and let me remind u, ao3 is an archive. it literally just stores literature — fics, poetry, short stories, etc. nobody on ao3 is making money for posting, so to expect ao3 to cater towards ur needs is so ridiculous. it really speaks to how brainwashed and chronically online everyone is, because ur all so used to having ur tl curated meticulously for ur personal enjoyment that u expect a single fanfic author, who’s a member of this fandom just like the rest of us, to do what big corporations do??? as if ur paying them??? be so serious rn

u all owe zar a massive apology, even if u don’t like CR (like a loser imo) and you’ll never read it again, that is not zar’s problem!

we appreciate u zar, and we are in constant awe of ur writing. thank u for sharing it with us <3

#zeppazariel #crimson rivers #just lovers #best friends brother #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #marauders #ao3 #remus lupin #wolfstar #jegulus #dorlene #marylily #rosekiller

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ufostaysfalling · 6 months

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Asking the guards for help on exam studying

Edward ✨

“Of course!” Edward shouted from inside his armor making you jump. You could barely get done asking your favor before he was eagerly agreeing. “I didn’t even finish-“ You started before Edward let out a boastful laugh. His armor reverberating with its force. “No need! I’d be honored to help you out. Just make sure to stay focused on the study guide and not my chiseled features.” He smirked, flipping up his golden visor to reveal his beaming eyes.

Though, midway through he went on an angry rant about how long the flash cards were. “Even the answers are 2 paged essays!” He complained.

Launcelot 🍄

“I’d be delighted!” He said cheerfully, dropping his scepter carelessly and immediately taking the study guide and cards from your hands. “You seem pretty damn excited just to read some questions on something you know nothing about.” You chuckled, leaning on the railing behind him. “No. Just excited to read them to you.” He smiled brightly, even though you couldn’t see, but the warmth in his voice gave away his delight.

Proceeded to struggle to read the cards due to him not being able to wear his glasses under the helmet. “I can read them if yo-“ you started, reaching your hand out to him only to have it slapped away by his metal hand. He turned away and held the card closer to his face. “I-I got it. Just gimme a sec-“.

Alexander 🍔

“-if you could help me study for an upcoming exam??” You asked gently.

…

“Alex?” You tapped his armor making him jump up and hold his green sceptor above his head to strike but soon recognizing his target “Oh! Hey bud-“ he stopped abruptly to release an aggressive yawn “-whats going on?”

“I asked if you could help me study.” You repeated, holding the papers out to him. “Ah! Uh- You sure?” He hesitantly grabbed the papers and scanned over the text. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be sure?” You said while taking a seat on the bridge railing. “Everyone says I’m stupid. You’re better off asking Baj.” He tried to hand the papers back but you pushed them back into his arms. “You’re not stupid. And plus, I’d rather be here with you than with my table partner.”

Both of you took a break midway through to eat some snacks from his suit.

The chocolates were cold and solid and the honeybuns were warm.. Made you wonder if he had designated compartments for certain food.

Zalia 🏆

“You can’t ask anyone else? I’m on duty.” She said coldly, not moving a muscle even when speaking. “Zar, please! I trust you the most.” You pleaded, staring into the black abyss beyond her visor. Little did you know how she was slowly cracking at your puppy eyes. She sighed heavily and told you to come back when she’s off duty.

Later that night, on her way to the knights sleeping quarters, you stopped her just before she could turn the corner. She released a long sigh before closing the door behind of her and following you to the study hall.

Though, very reluctant at first, she was a big help. Super precise and strict about your answers. Yeah, it was hella annoying- but you passed your exam with flying colors.

You baked her cupcakes in baking class to thank herd to which she was once again- VERY RELUCTANT. Even though once she was alone in his room, she melted into her chair after the first bite

Vander🕷️

He stared at the papers for awhile before taking them and reading each question to himself. “Uhm.. is that a yes?” You leaned in closer, trying to peek through is eye covering. His head snapped up, handing the papers back to Y/N. “The answers are A, B, D, A, C, C, D-“

“You’re supposed to read them to me!” You explained, causing him to stop. “Ah. Apologizes for my misunderstanding.” He gently took the guides back and read the questions in his gravely voice. At some points he stopped and stared at the paper for what felt like an hour. “Is everything alright?”

“Your handwriting is very pretty.” He replied blandly before continuing with the questions like nothing.

Oliver 🌸

“-if you could help me out with it?” You asked, holding the papers and cards up into view. You could visibly see Oliver flinch at her request. “Me?” He muttered, pointing to himself with shaking hands. “I’d love to help.. you.. but d-dont you think there are better choices? Like u-uh.. tutors? Or.. Taj?”

You shook your head and smiled brightly “I want your help.”

He quietly hyped himself up as he placed his heart scepter onto the stone rail behind him. “O-Okay then..” Oliver mumbled, hesitantly taking the papers from you.

The study session went great! You learned all you needed and passed the exam perfectly. Besides telling him to speak up every now and then, Oliver was the best tutor you could ask for.

Philip⚔️

Without another word, Philip was already reading each question with a clear voice. It was like being read a bedtime story by a robot. He was so punctuated and effortlessly perfect with everything he did. Edward wishes.

“I’m sorry to say Miss Y/N but..” He gulped “You’re handwriting is difficult to read-“

He spoke as if you were gonna beat him and take his nose. “How? That’s my best work!” You stepped closer to peak at the papers.

“Maybe your just used to reading fine print. My work is authentic.” You crossed your arms and remarked with a smug face. Philip stopped and stared at your face. Playful confidence.

He was also orderly and strict, seeing you be so original made him admire you greatly. “U-Uh ahem. Back to uhm.. this.” He cleared his throat and his mind as he began to read through the papers again.

Hans ⚡️

“No.” Hans said coldly, not bothering to even look at Y/N. “Oh, come on. Nothings happened in weeks! No one would even care if you diverted your attention somewhere else for A FEW MINUTES.” She reasoned, dropping her hip and placing her hand upon it angrily. “I can assure you it’ll be more than ‘a few minutes’. Especially with you.” He insulted. Y/N gasped, gently hitting him over the head with the papers “I’m gonna fail if you dont help me!”.

“That’s my problem how?” Hans groaned, his grip on his sector tightening.

After what felt like an hour of begging, he let out a harsh sigh before snatching the papers. He rushed through each question and told you to quit bothering him. “Thanks, Hans.” You giggled, retreating to your dorm.

“Oh, Hanny~ Whatever shall I do without you~!” Nathaniel sung in his best Y/N impression. “Dont worry, sweetheart, I got this.” Alexander replied in his best Hans voice. The two laughed at Han’s growing anger before Zalia ordered them to stop.

Nathaniel 🧸

“Yes! I mean of course!” Nathaniel chirped. You smiled at this enthusiam and held out the papers for him. Nathaniel then gently pushed your hands back with his free hand “Nononoo please, meet me after school and we can study somewhere quieter.” He insisted. Skeptical, you followed his orders and went off back to the courtyard to finish up the school day. Maybe he was just buying himself time to escape- or replace himself with another student. Nathan wouldn’t do that..

Right?

That same afternoon, you waved a goodbye to Avery as you made your way down the stairs of Royal High. As you got closer to the main entrance you saw Nathaniel waiting causally. Seeing him without his armor was really a treat, especially when his dreamy eyes would be focused on souly you. Relief washed over you to see his cheery smile urging you towards him.

He took you out to drinks at Diamond Beach. His treat, thankfully. The two of you sat facing each other at a bar table and chatted the evening away. In all honesty…

Little studying got done. But having him be so forward and kind was more than enough motivation to pass that test.

Taj 📚

Before you could ever begin talking, Taj placed his sceptor on the ground and held out his hands eagerly for the study guide. You were taken aback by his excitement but you handed him the papers. Taj reader quickly through the words before already having an answer for every single one. “Ok so the variable is a lie on this equation! And to find the true ‘form’ you have to simplify and use the denominator-“ He explained rapidly before noticing your overwhelmed expression.

Taj cleared his throat and took a step back to let you calm down. “Apologizes, dear Y/N, let me try that again.”

For the next hour, he explained each question in great detail and made damn sure you understood every step. Sooner or later, you were passing that class well enough to skip a grade.

Avery 👑

“Morning Y/N! Going out for lunch?” Avery chirped as you approached the entrance. “Nope.” You replied with a turn of the head. “Need something from your car?”

“Noopeee.” You turned your head again, crinkling the paper in your hand gently to give her a slight hint. “Want to study by the dream fountain?”

“Ugh! I’m here for you, Ave!” You broke, holding out the paper. “Me?” She questioned, taking the paper and reading over the print. Her face lit up in realization but then darkened again. “I have this same study guide, Y/N..”

“You have this class? Then you can totally help me out!” You cheered before noticing her pained expression. Oh no..

Both of you spent the night in your dorm trying to figure out that the hell each question means. What does it mean by ‘Ratify the Denominator’?!??!!

Leon 🧿

“So can you help?” You asked. Leon stared at the paper and took a longggggggg sigh. He hesitantly reached out for the paper only to see the subject of the problems. “Oh hell yeah I can help you!” He gasped, immediately dragging you over to the fountain to sit and go over it. Leon wasn’t the brightest but he didn’t shine through on certain topics.

“And that’s how to destroy the maribeth of the grounding rules.” Leon huffed, finally taking a breath from all the talking he’s been doing. “I think I get it now! Thank you so much- Oh! Can you take a look at this for me? Can you help with this aswell?” You pulled another paper from your bag and handing it to his gloved hands.

Leon’s eyes scanned over the words before shoving the sheets back into your arms and scurrying back to his post.

Notes-

Ratify the Denominator is exactly how my teacher sounds to me 💀 I’m not even sure I’m doing math anymore.

#royal high #roblox #x reader #first post #Royal high guard x reader #Royal high x reader

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alelelesimz · 1 year

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im extremely late to the party but thanks @yekkiz for tagging me ily <3

a - anaphylaxis - pup l - let's dance to joy division - the wombats e - electric feel - mgmt l - low tide - the wonder years e - el zar - la vida bohème l - leave me alone - fidlar e - elevator operator - courtney barnett s - season 2 episode 3 - glass animals i - is this it - the strokes m - my head hurts - wavves z - zitti e buoni - måneskin

i think everyone has done this already but if you feel like doing it say i tagged you ok!!!

#tag game

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anauro · 2 years

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I’m really sorry that people are so shit babe. Everything about that was so disrespectful. Dropping things like that in other people’s ask box is also NOT a compliment to Soph or Zar, it’s just uncomfortable.

To try and counteract the horrendous vibes of last anon I’ll just say, thanks for everything you do, it’s appreciated greatly, and I’m so sorry that some people have no manners 💗

Hi dear,

That’s exactly it. I haven’t interacted with Zar (they use twitter and I’m only just starting out there), but Soph has said many times they don’t want their name or work to be used to bring others down. It’s disrespectful to everyone. We all love praise, but not when it’s under other people’ work.

And thank you so much 💖

#roc answers #toxic fandom

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cora-vizsla · 3 years

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Hypnotic (Taking Over Me) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eventual Jedi!OC x Sith!Obi Wan

Word Count: 3.3K

Story Rating: E (18+)

Chapter Rating: T

Warning: Swearing. Threats of violence. Calm kidnapping.

A/N: Here is the first chapter! I have a decent amount of this story written due to the fact I wasn’t sure if Sith!Obi Wan was something that would fully call to me. But here we are!

“You can’t be serious.”

“I can’t believe you’re doubting me.”

“It’s a cliff.”

“Yes.”

“You want to jump off a cliff.”

“I’ll use the force.”

“I know we have different Master’s but mine never told me we could fly. I’ll have to ask him about that.”

“I never said I would fly Zara. I said I would catch myself.”

“No, Anakin, you said you would use the force. You never once said how you would use the force.”

“I can’t believe we’ve known each other this long and you think I would do something without having a plan.”

Zara crossed her arms across her chest and looked at Anakin. She peeked down at the space her friend was adamant about jumping into and huffed out a laugh.

“It is because I know you that I believe you would do something without having a plan.”

Anakin smiled fully at her and laughed. She rolled her eyes but returned the smile. As much as he annoyed the hell out of her sometimes, he was the closest friend she had. She looked around and smiled at Cody and the small group of troopers she had brought with her. It had been a fruitless mission, but it was almost refreshing to just enjoy the landscape for a while, even if Anakin wanted to jump to his death.

“Are you ready, General?”

“Yes, Commander, round the troops up. Time to head back.”

Cody started commanding the rest of the troops to enter the ship parked close to where they had been standing. Anakin was still looking down the cliff but before Zara could tell him to take a few steps back she felt a strange energy behind her. Absentmindedly she put her hand on her saber and looked over her shoulder. It was like someone was staring at her the way there was an electric jolt down her spine.

“Anakin, do you feel that?”

He turned to look at her and frowned immediately at how concerned she looked. He barked for the troopers to hurry up and load up.

“Generals, what about you?”

“Stay close, Cody. Whatever this is, you won’t be able to help.”

He hesitated but listened. In the end, he would always listen to his General even if he didn’t agree with the order. Zara turned fully and felt Anakin move so he was next to her. They could joke with each other all day, but in the end, they worked together flawlessly. One of the perks of basically growing up together.

“I’ve never felt something so dark.”

“Me either, Zar. Guess the intel wasn’t wrong.”

“The intel said droids, not this.”

The presence came closer until they finally saw someone walking towards them. The mystery person was wearing all black robes but didn’t move like the shadow his robes could make them be. No, this person was practically strutting. When they got close enough, they stopped and pulled their hood down with black gloved hands.

“Sith.”

Zara and Anakin grabbed their sabers and ignited them. The man in front of them had burning amber eyes and a feral smile.

“Ready to fight already? I haven’t even introduced myself yet.”

“Nothing to introduce. You’re a Sith. End of story.”

Zara gripped her saber tighter, studying the man. Anakin was always ready to fight no matter the situation, not that this situation didn’t call for it. Zara was just more likely to study and evaluate all the aspects that Anakin’s temper caused him to miss.

He was sure of himself. His energy was dangerously dark, but there was almost an air of sarcasm around him. It made all her senses sit on edge, but it wasn’t in the typical way. Normally she would have started an attack. The man was strange and strange meant she could learn something.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Anakin raised his saber. The man laughed and finally pulled his own saber, igniting it to show the deadly blade was a deep red. It didn’t surprise her, but the way it reflected off his eyes did.

“So, the boy is a guardian and the girl a consular. Interesting.”

“What do you know of the Jedi?”

Zara finally spoke and the man’s attention immediately snapped to her. He let his eyes rake down her once before smirking.

“Was wondering if you were mute, darling.”

Anakin let out a snarl at the cute name, but it only brought the Sith more enjoyment.

“Oh dear, did I strike a nerve? I didn’t realize they changed the rules when it comes to attachments.”

Zara furrowed her brows and looked over at Anakin. He was absolutely feral looking. Before she could say much to him, the comm link in her ear started going off. She pressed her finger to it and instantly heard the worry in Cody’s voice.

“General, were down the cliff. A quick jump would get you to us.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“It was the only way to get to you. Sorry, General.”

“It’s okay, Commander. You did good. See you soon.”

The man was staring directly at her and it unnerved her. She felt like he was looking through her. She nodded towards the cliff while looking at Anakin and he laughed, putting his saber away on his waist.

“Well, Sith, it’s been fun. Time to go.”

Zara and Anakin both stepped backwards until they were directly at the edge. The Sith put his saber back on his own waist and crossed his arms. Anakin jumped and the look of shock on the man’s face made Zara chuckle.

“Are you going to jump too, darling?”

“What other choice do I have?”

She had meant it as a rhetorical question, but her foot slipped slightly when the man responded in earnest.

“You could come with me.”

“Now, why would I ever go with a Sith?”

“Darth Veth. It would be awfully rude for you to go without giving me your name since I so kindly gave you mine.”

“A Sith looking for civility from a Jedi? How odd.”

He flashed her a grin. She had no idea why she answered him but when she spoke her full name, Darth Veth nodded as if he was greeting her. It was as if he were meeting a new friend, not an enemy on the battlefield. It unnerved her even more than his staring, but she wouldn’t let him see that.

“Well, as fun as this has been. It’s time for me to go.”

She jumped and flipped forward, landing on her feet but down in a crouching position. Anakin held his hand out for her, and she took it with a smile. The ship started raising up and they both saw the Sith shaking his head with a devious smile. Once Zara and Anakin slipped back into the ship, she looked back once and saw him putting his hood up not even attempting to chase them.

“What a strange man.”

“Don’t try to make sense of the Sith, Zar. It will just give you a headache.”

---

“Thank you for meeting with me, Master.”

“Of course, Zara. Although you aren’t my padawan anymore I am always here for guidance.”

Zara beamed up at him as they walked out into the garden. It had always been a favorite place for her, and Mace couldn’t count how many times he had found her there reading as a child.

“I know we gave our official report to the council, but I just feel so strange about the whole situation.”

“What is bothering you?”

She stopped and crossed her arms, mimicking her former Master. They faced each other and she shift her weight to one side.

“Darth Veth. Do we know anything about him?”

“Nothing official. Why?”

“He knew about our sabers. He knew that Anakin is a guardian and that I’m a consular. That isn’t exactly general knowledge to the masses.”

“No, it isn’t. What else did he say?”

“He brought up connections and attachments within the Jedi code. He kept.. calling me darling and it pissed Anakin off.”

“Getting under your skin isn’t exactly strange for a Sith.”

“Asking for my name is though. Even once he found out it was more like he was trying to just make conversation. Once Anakin was out of the equation he was almost.. friendly.”

“That is strange. You didn’t feel comfortable telling the counsel this?”

“Oh, that doesn’t bother me. Anakin just never lets me get a word in.”

Mace laughed at her comment and nodded, finally letting himself relax a little.

“Did he give you the impression that he was following you?”

“Not really. He seemed more interesting in talking to me. Anakin he just looked at like he wanted to fight him.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised by that.”

Zara smiled at him and nodded.

“I need to speak to the rest of the counsel, but I think it may be wise to send you out on your own without Anakin. If the Sith shows up, then we know there may be an issue. If not, we will just keep an eye out for him.”

“You’ll be giving Commander Cody less of a headache, that’s for sure.”

Mace chuckled and nodded.

“Go prepare for a mission. I’ll be getting back to you shortly.”

She bowed forward slightly, and Mace returned the gesture. He wasn’t always the friendliest Jedi there was but with Zara he was always willing to give advice and a smile. He watched her go with just a touch of worry. He really hoped that there wasn’t a Sith with his eyes set on her.

---

Zara stepped off the ship and looked at the landscape. Another humid planet with a lot of vegetation. Cody stepped next to her and pulled his helmet off, a smile on his face.

“Don’t look too thrilled that General Skywalker isn’t here.”

He chuckled and scratched at his head.

“Sorry, General. Just nice to have a smaller mission where there won’t be many shenanigans.”

“Are you saying I’m incapable of being a pain in your ass?”

Cody smiled again and shook his head quickly.

“No, General. Would never dream of saying that.”

Zara smiled and nodded towards the set of buildings they were tasked with searching.

“The intel says that most of the buildings have been empty for years. We don’t expect to find much.”

“Can I ask why we’re here then?”

Zara hesitated. Testing to see if the Sith would show wasn’t an official part of the mission. Using a Jedi Knight for bait wasn’t exactly something the council wanted everyone to know. She had no qualms with it but understood why it needed to be kept quiet.

“Just needed to make sure nothing is going on. We can also see what kind of capabilities the area has so if we do see droids here, we will know why.”

“Understood.”

“There is a smaller temple to the east. I plan on checking that out for any artifacts that may be there. Keep in contact with me. If there are any problems retreat back here immediately. We don’t have the numbers to get into a huge firefight.”

“Yes, General.”

Cody barked out his order to his men and they all left. If the Sith knew that she was a consular then he would expect her to be looking for things to learn. No one had been surprised when she ended up with a green saber. She loved losing herself in the forms and movement with her saber, but it was rare to find her without a book in her hands.

The walk to the temple wasn’t a hard one, but she hated how much she was sweating already. Life on Alderaan with a wealthy family hadn’t forced her to deal with the heat often. She tried not to complain but she preferred the cold if she was being honest.

Once she reached the temple she walked in, focusing on the artwork inscribed into the walls. She traced her fingers across the etching and smile at how intricate it was. Her footsteps echoed through the halls until she came to a room that had the walls covered in texts. She smiled at them and easily found herself lost in them.

Looking back, she could have kicked herself for not being observant. Part of the mission was to be bait yet she was so focused on the texts that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hallway. She didn’t focus in on the feeling of darkness coming up behind her and she absolutely didn’t plan on jumping when her name was called.

“Startled, darling?”

She pushed the book now sitting on the floor to the side with her foot and ghosted her hand over her saber. Darth Veth was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“No need for sabers, dear. If I had wanted to harm you it would have been very easy with how distracted you were.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“Would you have attacked someone from behind?”

She sighed and relaxed a fraction.

“I suppose not. I’m also not a Sith though.”

He chuckled and pushed off the wall, moving to the books. He picked one up and started carding through the thick pages. Zara crossed her arms and watched him with confusion.

“It would have been a crime to hurt someone looking so innocently enthralled with knowledge around her.”

“I.. enjoy books.”

“I could see that.”

He shut the book with a snap and gently placed it back where it came from. He dusted his hands off and faced her fully.

“Why are you here, Lord Veth?”

“Falling for your trap, of course.”

“Trap?”

“Oh, darling. Do you find me dull? I knew the moment I saw you that the council would use you as bait. They surely wouldn’t send the hot head that was with you.”

“And how do you know I’m not a hot head?”

He chuckled and took a few steps forward. She wanted to back up but if she did it would put her in a rather dangerous situation. She may not have had the advantage, but she wasn’t going to let him box her into a corner.

“You’re far too smart to swing without assessing every possibility of your actions. If you weren’t you would have attacked when there were two of you.”

“You weren’t posing a threat at the time.”

He hummed as he stopped, directly in front of her. She looked up slightly, due to the height difference, and finally saw the different depths of amber his eyes were.

“And what about now? Am I posing a threat now?”

“Your saber isn’t drawn. Your hands are clasped behind your back. Though I couldn’t guess your next move, you are trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. My Master would have told me to be skeptical of you; never trust a move you make.”

“Ah, Master Windu. He is absolutely one not to trust really anyone. You didn’t fully answer me though. Do youthink I am a threat right now?”

She took a breath and felt out into the force. She could feel his darkness, but it wasn’t aimed at her. She could tell he would be fast, probably faster than her, but his muscles weren’t poised to strike. When she squared her shoulders Veth raised his eyebrows slightly.

“No. At least not beyond the fact that you are a Sith standing in front of me in a dimly lit room with only one doorway that you are currently blocking me from using.”

“Master Windu has trained you well. You’re levelheaded. How did you become so attached to the Skywalker boy when he is so volatile?”

“How do you know anything about Anakin?”

He chuckled and reached out to touch Zara’s long hair. She flinched but made no move to pull away.

“I know very much about Ani. It’s you, Zara Fross that I know very little about.”

“Pity we don’t have more time, Veth. I must be going.”

She walked by him, surprised that he made no move to stop her. When she reached the door, he cleared his throat making her turn to look at him.

“Ah, Zara, silly me. I forgot to tell you that there is a reason that I am here.”

“Oh? What reason would that be.”

“You see, it is true that I know very little about you. However, I do not plan on that being the case for very long. My ship is close, and you will be going with me.”

Zara laughed incredulously and crossed her arms.

“Don’t mistake my civility with you with us being friends, Sith.”

“I don’t. You may be the gentlest Jedi I have met thus far, but I figured that you wouldn’t come with me. The fact of the matter is, I need you to. I’m not normally the kind of man to galivant around the galaxy and kidnap young women but in this case, it is my mission.”

“Then we will fight. I’m not going with you.”

“Ah, also expected that response. I’ll make it easy for you both emotionally and physically. I anticipated you sending your men to the buildings. I have them set to detonate if you don’t go with me willingly. I’ve observed you for quite some time and I know how fond of your clones you are. It pains you deeply when you lose a life under your command and you will lose all of them if you reject my hospitality.”

Zara took a step back and glanced down at the comms connected to her wrist.

“I wouldn’t try to warn them. They’ll be dead before the message gets to them.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? This was a trap set for you.”

“One that I anticipated. Though I will be fair and show you this.”

He held up a device that was clearly made to detonate explosives. Zara ran her hand over her face and sighed.

“Alright, fine. I have a stipulation though.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Let me leave a message for my men that they can give to the council. Since I have no idea where you’re taking me, I couldn’t give them a single clue. They already know you exist, and it will stop Anakin from doing something extremely reckless.”

“Very well. Let’s go.”

He walked past her, and she sighed. The trap that had been laid was not going to according to plan at all.

---

Once a message was left, Zara followed her sort of captor to his ship. It wasn’t anything fancy and it wasn’t meant for long trips. When they reached their destination, the man held his hand out to her expectantly. She looked down at his hand then back at his face.

“Saber. Can’t exactly let you keep a weapon that you’re trained to kill with on your persons.”

“I’m not giving you my saber.”

“Then I kill your men. I thought we went over this?”

“Maker. Fine.”

She ripped it off her side and slammed it into his hand, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Ah, there is that Skywalker influence.”

“I’ll have you know I was just as capable of sarcasm and being snarky before I met Anakin.”

He laughed and motioned for her to climb in. She shot him a glare before climbing in, plopping down into the copilot seat. Once he was situated, he started the ship up and began the trip to wherever he was taking her. She huffed out a sigh and looked out at the lights streaking by.

“Don’t look so glum, darling. Think of this as an extended vacation for you.”

Zara chuckled darkly and muttered just loud enough for the Sith to hear her.

“A Sith and a Jedi climb into a ship..”

He laughed fully and clapped his hands together once.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

“If this is fun, I’d hate to see what your definition of torture is.”

#sith!obi wan #sith!kenobi #sith!kenobi x OC #sith!Obi wan x OC #Jedi!oc #jedi!zara #ZaraFross #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #starwars #star wars

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 4

Word Count: 5,762

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens

Notes: This part got a little crazy...haha! We have a lot of players involved this time, so I hope you guys like it. Feedback is always welcome. Happy Reading!!!

Day three and four in the bubble were sedate. There were a few minor glitches here and there, but not any brawls or fighting, and you weren't thrown in the pool again. You chalked it more up to the fact that the teams were practicing more and watching films so there was a bit less downtime. After breakfast on day five, you made your rounds, making sure that the conference rooms were cleaned to perfection for the lunch crowd and doing the same with each workout room. Though the latter was a bit more complex considering most of them were occupied.

Once you found everything under control, you headed over to the tennis courts and found Sidney Crosby playing on the one court with a couple of his teammates. It felt kind of wrong to just stand there and watch him, but you couldn't help yourself. He had on a pair of black sweats and a grey Pens t-shirt that clung to his body from where he was working up a sweat. His locks were shorn as if he had just gotten them cut before coming in the bubble. Every muscle was defined as he would swing the racket and connect with the ball. Automatically, your eyes went to his ass, which was just sheer perfection and you longed to feel his glutes under your fingertips. There was part of you that wished he was wearing shorts so you could appreciate his thighs as well. Your eyes followed every move that he made, every swing of the racket; step of that he took. It made you weak in the knees and your mouth go dry.

You tried concentrating on the other players, Letang, Hornqvist, and Petterson, but your eyes always came back to Sid. It's been five days in the bubble and you'd yet to get Sid alone, as he was always surrounded by teammates or coaches. You were going to have to do something soon, for there was always the chance they could end up losing in the qualifying rounds. You waited until they finished, then grabbed the fresh pile of towels that were sitting on the outside table, and decided to take them inside the court. They normally stayed outside, but it wouldn't hurt for them to be inside the court. They were just walking out, and you used your ass to open the door, making as if you didn't know they were coming out. As the door open, you stumbled forward, only to have Sid's strong arms grab you. "Oh sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there?" You told him.

"No, it's my fault, I should've been paying attention instead of chirping these two," Sid said, his arms still around you.

"Anyone need a towel?" You offered with a smile and only then did his hands come off your waist, so he could grab one. The other three did as well and soon you only had a couple left. "Everything fine with your stay here?"

"Oh yeah, we always love staying here," Sid commented and the other three agreed.

"Whoever put these tennis courts in was a genius," Letang added.

"Thanks, I'll be sure to mention that you appreciate my ingenuity to my bosses when I talk to them."

"No way, it was your idea?" Sid seemed impressed and you didn't mind taking the credit since the courts had been your idea when they decided to build this hotel.

"I've been affiliated with the company for a while, and had a lot of ideas for when we built this place."

"No wonder they put you in charge of the place for this whole thing. You've really done an awesome job." The compliment from Sid had you blushing.

"Thank you, if there's anything at all you need; don't hesitate to call me." You made sure that you looked Sid in the eye as you said that. Letang elbowed him at your insinuation.

"We'll meet you upstairs," Hornqvist stated then patted Sid on the shoulder and the three left the two of you alone.

It was a bit awkward at first, but then you broke the silence. "So are you missing Pittsburgh at all?"

"Nah, not really. It was kind of boring quarantining alone. This is a nice change of pace." Well, at least you had your answer about if he had anyone waiting at home for him. "Are you into architecture that you had this idea of the tennis courts?"

"I took a few classes in college. I find it intriguing. I'm by no means an architect but I have great ideas." Well, that sounded a bit conceded. "I mean, I'd like to think they are great at least."

"Architecture has always fascinated me as well. What else did you do here?"

"Well, the rooftop pool was, though that took a little bit of engineering. I just loved the idea of having it up there. We ended up sacrificing the indoor part to have it, but I think it was totally worth it." It was definitely a highlight of the hotel, well as long as you weren't being shoved into by a certain rat player.

"Oh, it's definitely beautiful. I'd love to see something like this in Pittsburgh, maybe we can steal you away from here and get you to think up something for us." A cute little smirk appeared on his face and you wanted to kiss him so bad. What was it about this man that just made you weak? You'd only ever felt this way around one other guy, but that wasn't what you wanted to think about now.

"Well, I'm sure you could persuade me if you wanted to."

"Really?" Sid didn't seem so unaffected by you as Tyler assumed. Apparently, hockey wasn't the only think on his mind.

"Yes, in fact…"

"(Y/N), I need you in the kitchen it's an emergency." Logan said breathless, as he came rushing into the tennis court.

"Sounds like you're needed," Sid stated grabbing the door and holding it open for you. "I'll let you go."

You were seriously going to murder Logan, especially if this was like the towel incident. "Yeah, I should probably go, but if you need anything call me." You rushed out to follow Logan, plotting the many ways to kill him on your way to the kitchen. It had better be on fire. When you walked into the kitchen things seemed under control. "What seems to be the problem, Logan? Things look fine."

"Oh, they're not though. Chef said that no one brought in the dirty dishes from conference room two and now we don't know if we'll have enough plates for lunch." If Logan made it out of the bubble alive, it would be a damn miracle.

"Sorry (Y/N), I thought when I told him that he would go get the dishes and not you."

"It's ok Marco." You told the chef, before turning to Logan. "Could you please go get the dishes, then bring them in here and wash them." You tried to spell it out as best you could for the kid.

"Yeah, sure I can do that. Don't know why I didn't think of that before." You didn't know why he didn't either, but he had just effectively ruined your opportunity with Sid. At least you were able to lay the foundation so that hopefully the next time you saw him, you'd be a bit more successful. Logan scurried out of the kitchen and Marco again apologized for not being more specific with the young pup.

Marco told you he'd keep a better eye on Logan the rest of the day so that you wouldn't have to worry about him, and you thanked the chef and went on your way. The rest of the day went pretty easy. You tried to look for Sidney but seemed to just miss him, so you called it a night and went to your suite to get ready for bed. You were just slipping out of your skirt when the phone rang. "Hey Car, I was just going to grab a glass of wine and head to bed. What's up?"

"Well, there's a little congregation in conference room one. It's not out of hand or anything, but they really shouldn't be in there since it's all ready for breakfast."

"So tell them to move to their floor."

"You know me Y/N, I'm chicken shit around these guys." It was true Carly was used to saying yes with being a concierge and most of her dealing were on the phone and she could get what she wanted that way but face to face, she found it hard to say no, or in this case move somewhere else. "Besides, I don't think they're all from the same team."

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute." You threw on an oversized shirt and leggings and headed down to the conference room. You were surprised to see that two members of the Flyers and two from the Penguins were playing cards. It was common knowledge that the two teams were rivals, but they seemed to be enjoying the game. Well, you could hear some chirps back and forth but it seemed to be in fun. "Hey guys, I hate to break up this party but you can't be in here."

"Aww, come on, we promise to keep the fighting to a minimum." Carter Hart said with a cute innocent little look on his face and it reminded you that Tyler said to keep away from him and not corrupt the boy.

"Seriously Y/N, it's all in good fun," Brandon Tanev echoed and you really started to wonder if everyone in this damn place knew your name. "Hayes and I have a long-standing game from when we both played for the Jets. Thought we'd get these two involved in it since we're all here."

"I don't care if you guys play. You just can't play here." You told them as you took in the money laid out on the table as well as the hand that Hart had. You wanted to tell him to fold for his hand was shit.

"Well, there's nowhere else this time of night." Zach Aston-Reese chimed in. He had a point, most of the common areas closed at this time of night.

"So like what are we talking, only a few more hands, or is this some all-night game, because I may have an alternative."

"Not all night, we've got a game in the morning." Kevin Hayes said reminding you that the two played each other in exhibition tomorrow.

"And no one's going to flip a table or throw a punch?" Your question was definitely valid, considering how'd you seen the two teams go at each other on the ice.

"Scouts honor," ZAR stated, though you didn't see his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Fine, come with me." They got up and followed you out of the room. You stopped and grabbed Carly. "Are you coming?"

"Where? And why?" She said as you grabbed her hand and pulled her along to the elevators.

"My room and for moral support." Once inside you pressed the twenty-ninth floor. The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor first. You crossed your fingers in hopes that whoever was getting on wouldn't question the odd mix of people in it.

Unfortunately, you had no such luck as Brayden Point, from Tampa Bay, got on, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Umm, what's going on here?"

"Nothing," was what came out of your mouth. While at the same time Carter Hart said, "We're playing poker."

"Poker? You got room for another?" Point asked and it was easier to tell him yes then have him make a scene. Thankfully, you made it to your room without any more stops along the way. "Wow, nice setup you got here." Brayden let out with a low whistle.

"Thanks, there's no poker table but you're more than welcome to use the dining room table to play. As long as you're here do you guys want anything to drink?"

"Tell me you have alcohol?" Kevin asked as beer was kind of at a premium in the bubble. They didn't want the players partying too much so it wasn't as readily available as they would've liked.

"Sure that's smart with games tomorrow?"

"One isn't going to kill us," Tanev remarked and you supposed as long as they didn't get drunk it was fine.

"I have beer and wine. Who wants what?" Four of the guys chose beer with Carter choosing water. Which was probably a smart choice considering he was probably the starting goalie for the game. Carly went into the kitchen to help you get drinks, claiming a glass of wine for herself.

"You sure this is a good idea Y/N?"

"No, but what's the alternative, have them cause a riot in the lobby where everyone can see?" Carly shrugged her agreement. "At least here we can control them a little bit." Or so you hoped.

You headed back to the dining room, drinks in hand. "You two want in on the action?" ZAR asked, which was nice of him.

"I'm sure the sakes are a little too rich for our blood," They were Carly's words but you had to agree with her.

"We don't have to play for money," Kevin suggested and you raised an eyebrow at him. "You know strip poker and all." Part of you started to wonder if they had made this plan before they even started to play in the conference room. You wouldn't put it past them. All eyes turned to you and Carly, and you turned to her with a shrug as if to say your call. You knew she hadn't had any fun yet in the bubble, well at least not like you had.

"Alright gentlemen, deal us in." You took a seat between Tanev and Hayes; while Carly sat between ZAR and Point. Hayes declared himself the designated dealer for the first round, saying that you'd be playing a basic five-card draw game, and that winner could choose two players to lose an article of clothing, instead of all six individuals losing clothes. He then proceeded to deal out the first hand. Best you had was a pair of nines, so you tossed in the three cards that were pointless in hopes of gaining something that would help you out. You did pick up a pair of twos but you really didn't think two pair, nines high were going to win you anything. And you were right as Point ended up having three of a kind.

"Y/N and Carly have to lose a piece." He declared.

"Look I have no problem stripping but if you seriously pick the two of us every time, I'm calling an end to the game and you can all go back to your rooms." You said before stripping anything off your body.

"That's only fair," Tanev agreed. "From now on you can only ask one of the girls to take something off." It seemed a fair addendum to your original rules, which seemed to be nonexistent before this moment.

You stripped off your shirt and Carly did the same. Carter's eyes popped out of his head as he took in your lace bra and you realized that Tyler was right; he was way too innocent for the rest of the guys at this table or even you and Carly for that matter. Hopefully, Hayes would send him off to bed before things got too out of control. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you both wore those bras on purpose," Hayes commented and you let your hand glide up his thigh before answering him.

"Maybe we did." You gave his thigh a little squeeze and saw him jump a bit, which caused you to giggle. "Now I believe it's my turn to deal." He handed over the cards. The round went quick and thankfully Carly came out on top, so you knew that you were safe this time.

"Point it's payback time."

"Gladly," he announced before throwing off this t-shirt.

"You too Brandon. Might as well be both the B's" You caught a whiff of Tanev's cologne as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His scent seemed to be a mix of sandalwood and something purely masculine, it was intoxicating and you found yourself getting damp just thinking about what the two of you could get up to. The six-pack he sported on his abdomen didn't help your wondering thoughts any.

"My turn," he said, palm upturned for you to place the cards into them. The smirk on his face told you, you'd been caught staring, and you handed the cards over in a hurry with a discreet cough. The third round had Carly winning again and you were hoping she was on some kind of hot streak.

"Hayes and ZAR, you're up." She stated matter of factly and the two men divested of the shirts, leaving Carter the only one fully clothed. "I mean you're welcome to join them, Hart, if you feel left out." He simply shook his head no. "I really think you need a beer to loosen up." Carly was right and you walked out to the kitchen to grab him one. He took a long swallow and it seemed to help him a bit.

The next round had Carter winning and the poor boy seriously looked confused about who he should choose. "It's easy Hart, pick one of the girls and one of us," Brayden told him.

"I know," Carter said indignantly as his eyes moved back and forth between you and Carly. He seemed completely torn and part of you just wanted to take off your leggings and put the boy out of his misery, but just then he finally made a decision. "Carly, since you've been winning it's only fair." She gave him a little wink before wiggling out of her bottoms and tossing them to the floor with her shirt. Carter's eyes bugged out as he took in her thong and you heard a low whistle from Point right before she sat down.

The deck was moved to the next person and cards were dealt. It was hard to hide your smile when you were dealt with three aces, and you were fairly confident you'd win this round; it just so happened you did. You had five guys to choose from and it was a difficult decision, but you really wanted to see what Brandon was hiding underneath his shorts, so it was a no brainer in choosing him. It was the other one that you were debating on. Tapping your finger on your chin, you mulled over your choices. "Brandon and ZAR, time for those pants to go." The problem was you didn't know which way to look. ZAR pulled the fly down on his just as Brandon yanked his down drawing your attention. There was no disguising the bulge in Tanev's boxers and you wet your lips without even thinking. He caught your attention and you swore you saw his cock twitch, but then ZAR's bottoms were falling and you took a moment to appreciate him. Both men were well-endowed and you couldn't wait to see what was underneath their boxer briefs.

Cards were dealt again and when you looked over at Carter, you noticed the beer you got him moments ago was gone. That wasn't a good sign. Both you and Carly lost this time, with Carter coming out ahead. He looked a bit woozy after downing that beer so quickly and didn't seem to realize he'd won until Hayes pointed it out. "Hayes and Point..." he stated and before he could say anything more; all four guys were breathing down his neck.

"What the hell?" you weren't sure who said it but it was echoed by all the guys, and you snickered before saying. "He's made his decision boys, now lose the pants."

"But I meant to ask which one I should pick." Hart protested.

"Too late," Carly chimed in a satisfied smile on her face. They both dropped their drawers then, each man sporting a hard-on that was outlined by the cover of their underwear. "I need more wine," Carly said and you could tell her mouth had gone dry from checking both men out.

"Grab us another as well, would ya?" You gave Hayes a look, making sure that this was a good decision as you made your way to the kitchen. "It's fine. I swear this is the last one."

This time Carly left you to fend for yourself as she didn't want to prance around in her thong. You were rummaging through the fridge and pulled out the five beers that you needed when Brandon came into the kitchen. "Need some help?" There was that cute little smile on his face and you returned it with one of your own.

"That would be nice." The kitchen wasn't large and he reached around you to grab a beer that you had on the counter, effectively trapping you against it. His body was pressed against yours and you could feel his cock hard against your stomach. Your breath hitched and before you could say anything his lips were on yours. You opened right away for him as his tongue sought entrance into your mouth. Brandon was a good kisser and you found yourself reaching around to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

"Hey, what's taking so long," someone yelled and you pulled apart from Brandon. "Wanna continue this after the game?" He asked and you nodded your head yes, before grabbing two bottles of beer and the wine and slipping under his arm. You winked at him as you left the kitchen and could've sworn you heard him groan.

The game started back up and this time ZAR was declared the winner. His eyes raked up and down your body before he said, "(Y/N) it's got to be you." You pushed the chair back then made a show of wiggling out of your leggings, making sure Brandon got an eyeful of your ass before reclaiming your seat. All eyes but Carly's were on you; who coughed discreetly to remind ZAR he still needed to pick someone else. "Oh um, I guess Hart by default." Carter's cheeks got red, as both you and Carly turned your attention to him, though it just seemed sort of wrong since he seemed innocent. He was definitely sporting some wood and from what you could tell he had most of the guys there beat in the length department. He hurriedly sat down as soon as his shorts were off.

When the game resumed, it was Hayes who had a straight and won the round. "Point, since you joined the game late, I'm going with you." Brayden rolled his eyes but still stripped out of his briefs leaving him completely naked. His dick was average but still nice and you could see Carly squirming in her seat taking him in. You didn't really think Point was her type but then when you'd been in the bubble for a couple weeks like you both had those sorts of things went to the wayside. He seemed to return her interest, for as he reclaimed his seat his eyes never left hers. "(Y/N)," Kevin said bringing your attention back to the fact that you lost. "Lose the bra." You had kind of forgot that Kevin had to name another person, but you should've figured it would be you as you'd teased him earlier when you squeezed his thigh.

"Fine," you said and you let the strap slink down your right shoulder before drawing your arm through it. You repeated the process with your left, then moved to unclasp the eye hooks in the back. Keeping one hand holding the bra together you let your other slip to the front to hold the cups, before letting the bra go. The cups released into your hands and you slowly peeled it away, teasing the boys as you did, until finally your breasts were revealed. You knew you had nice boobs. It had been commented about by almost every guy you'd ever been with, not to mention the stares you got when wearing a low cut top. Tyler had said on more than one occasion that they were perfect and he could spend hours playing with them. So when the guys' eyes went wide, you weren't surprised. It was Carter's look of shock as he downed the rest of his beer that had you suppressing a giggle. You knew he was innocent but it almost seemed too much for a hockey player to be this inexperienced. You hoped it was just the setting of the game and all. "Ok, now that that's done; on to the next hand." They seemed a bit disappointed that the game was back on instead of just ogling your boobs.

Brandon dealt the card, the side of his hand accidentally brushing the side of your breast as he dealt you yours. It was hard not to think of the encounter in the kitchen earlier and you kind of wished this game was over and you could move on to bedroom games with Brandon. As the hand went on, you saw Carter sway a bit. "Hey Kev, you better take your goalie back to his room before he's unfit to play tomorrow." They were Points words, but he was absolutely correct as Hart was not looking good to finish the hand let alone the game.

"Hart, you good?" Kevin asked and Carter made to put his thumb up but couldn't. "Fuck man, you're really one of those, sniff the beer cap drunks, aren't you?" Carter just smiled over. "Alright bud, time to call it a night, before we both regret this; though you owe me. Big time!"

Hayes threw his clothes back on before tossing Carter's shirt at him, which smacked him in the face. They made their way to the door, Hayes none too happy to be leaving. "Guess this means the game is over." You said thinking to put an end to things around the dining room table and move it to the bedroom with Brandon.

"What do you mean? It was just getting interesting." Zach pointed out, looking directly at your chest.

"I gotta agree," Brayden added, looking over at Carly. "I have a good feeling about this next hand."

"Don't you guys have a game tomorrow?" you asked Tanev and ZAR.

"Yeah, that's what naps are for," Brandon told you with a little wink. "But I see your point, only a few more rounds than we'll call it a night." He picked up the cards and started to deal. They did not fall your way and this hand saw Point come out on top of everyone, which was lucky considering he was now in his birthday suit.

"Zach looks like you're up this time." ZAR dropped his drawers without even thinking about it, giving you a nice view of his cock. It was erect, almost pressing up to his stomach. You didn't know if it was the fact that he was hard or not, but his dick was kind of pretty if that was even a thing. He sat back down before you could check it out too long, which was disappointing. Point look at Carly and said, "Your turn." There was a cocky little smirk to his face but as Carly removed her bra, she directed all her attention at Brayden.

"You two need to get a room," Tanev said off-hand and you saw Carly cock her head as if to ask if he wanted to go to hers. Point nodded a yes, and Carly started grabbing her clothes off the floor.

"Thanks for the game (Y/N). I'll see you downstairs." She said throwing clothes on and heading for the door. Point right behind her.

"So, umm…" you hummed, not really knowing what to do now that you had both Brandon and Zach alone.

"One last hand?" Brandon asked, and you couldn't really see the point of it. "If I win, I get to kiss you."

"And if I win, I get the kiss." Zach chimed in.

"And what if I win?" It was a valid question.

"Then you can pick either one of us or neither of us." Brandon offered.

"Ok, who's dealing?" You asked with an all-in attitude. ZAR picked up the cards and started to shuffle. You picked up the five cards in front of you, two jacks being dealt. It wasn't a bad start and when you got the redraw there was another one. Brandon laid down his pair of tens first, knowing that he probably wasn't going to win. Zach went next, a smile on his face that told you he'd thought he'd won with his two pair queen high.

With a satisfied grin, you laid down your winning hand. "Read them and weep boys." They both frowned at you picking up their stuff and got ready to leave, thinking that you'd choose that option. "Oh, neither of you is not my choice." They both looked back at you, a little stunned at your statement.

"Who's it going to be then?" Zach asked, hand still holding onto his boxers and shorts.

"What if I say both?" They looked over at each other, a silent agreement passing between the two teammates. You grabbed Brandon's hand, then walked over to take Zach's as well, leading them over to the sofa. They both went willingly, one on each side of you as you stood there. You looked over at Zach first and went up on your toes to give him a heated kiss. He cupped your cheek, drawing you closer to him. Zach was a good kisser and you got lost as your tongue swirled with his, until you felt another pair of hands on your body, starting at your waist and working their way up to fondle your breasts. Brandon twisted your nipples and you moaned into Zach's mouth before breaking apart. Brandon turned your hips so that you were facing him, before threading his fingers through your hair. With hardly any pressure, he had you leaning into him so he could kiss you. Brandon was skilled with his tongue and you melted into him. But it was Zach's cock that pressed against your back that you felt even more. You reached behind you to palm him and he hissed out his pleasure as he dropped kisses to your shoulder blades.

There were four hands all over your body and you weren't sure who was doing what as you felt someone slide your panties down off your legs. Brandon's mouth left yours, only to move south to your breasts, where he took a nipple in and sucked, eliciting a moan from you. Zach's fingers, at least you thought they were his, were delving between your folds. It was too much and you lost your grip on his cock. Zach pushed a finger inside you while his thumb toyed with your clit. Pleasure ripped through your body, Brandon now switching breast to give your other nipple the same lavish attention. You threw your head back enjoying their ministrations. You missed the communication between the two, but the next thing you knew was that they were lowering you down to the sofa.

Brandon slid down to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs wide for him to go between, while Zach sat down beside you on the couch. Zach's hand immediately went to the back of your neck so that he could pull you in for yet another heated kiss. Your hands skated down his well-chiseled chest until you found his cock. Wrapping your fingers you began to stroke the length of him and he deepened the kiss.

It was at that moment that Brandon licked a stripe between your folds. The action causing you to stutter your rhythm on Zach's cock, as your body tingled from Brandon's tongue. Two of Brandon's fingers spread you pussy for his mouth to go to town on you and you found yourself breaking the kiss from Zach. "Fuck Brandon…that feels so good," you moaned out.

Brandon's mouth worked its magic on you, sucking and nibbling on your clit, before he looked up at Zach. "You have to taste her man, she's so fucking sweet." A quick shift in positions from the two and then it was Brandon's mouth on yours as you tasted your own juices off his lips. His hand found yours and he guided it to his member urging you to stroke him.

Zach's fingers delved into your cunt, sliding up and down between your folds collecting your moisture. "You're so wet…I just have to taste you." He breathed out before going in with his tongue and licking at your pussy. He hummed out his approval as he continued to eat your out.

Brandon moved his hands to your breasts, where he pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger causing you to gasp. His head moved down to your other nipple and he gently bit down on the turret peak. You moaned out as that familiar tingle of orgasm started to hit, from the combination of both Brandon and Zach. "Don't stop…" You panted out. "Please don't stop." Zach increased the speed of his fingers as they thrust in and out of you, while his mouth and tongue flicked and sucked your clit. "Oh god…" Brandon bit down on your nipple and it sent you shattering, your legs tightening around Zach as they shook with the force of your climax. "OOOHHH," you exclaimed and you swear your moan echoed off the walls of the suite it was so loud. Both men worked you through your orgasm, a satisfied smile on each when you finally made your way back to them. "That was…" you didn't have time to finish your thought as there was a loud knock at the door.

"Who the fuck is that?" Brandon asked in a hushed whisper and you honestly had no idea as most of the employees of the hotel would've called your phone and not come knocking at this hour.

"I know you're in there. I could hear you." The voice said from the other side of the door and suddenly it registered who it was on the other side.

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sage-nebula · 3 years

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thanks to the new op we have learned that leon has a car designed to look like a charizard. please tell me alan's opinion of his fellow champion's impeccable taste in motorized travel.

When Leon first picked up the keys to his custom-made beauty, Raihan had laughed and said, “On what planet do they call that a car?”

Sonia had said, “Since when are you allowed to have a license?”

Hop had said, “You got built-in GPS in this, right Lee? And uh, no offense, but I don’t have to be seen in it, do I?”

Leon loved them, but they were all haters who wouldn’t know fine automobiles if Leon ran them down with his. (Which if you asked Sonia had a high chance of happening any time Leon was on the road, but having been in Sonia’s car while she was driving, Leon knew she had absolutely no room to talk.)

In truth, Leon didn’t need a car. His faithful charizard, Zar-Zar, could get him anywhere he wanted to be in no time at all, and Galar had impeccable public transport between the trains and Flying Taxis. But just because he didn’t need one didn’t mean he didn’t want one. The trains and Flying Taxis didn’t leave Galar’s borders, and Zar could only fly so far before he needed to rest (and pushing him was no good, either). Sometimes Leon wanted to go beyond Galar’s borders. Sometimes he wanted to take a trip somewhere, such as Kalos. Kalos was just beyond comfortable flight range for Zar-Zar, but it was within perfect driving distance. So, since he had a sizable amount of money saved up from his various sponsorships and tournament wins, Leon pooled it into the first personal treat he’d purchased in years, and bought himself a car.

But not just any car, no. And not even a car, really. What he bought was a jeep. A custom jeep. A jeep that looked just like his beloved Zar-Zar (and others of Zar’s species), because even if he wasn’t actually flying, Leon wanted Zar to be the one to take him everywhere in spirit.

Of course, most everyone Leon had talked to didn’t understand just how beautiful his bright orange jeep was. Raihan thought it was an affront to all things fashionable, Sonia didn’t think it was road legal, Hop refused to go for a ride in it and made a hasty excuse to leave as Leon tried to get his little bro to agree to come along. But while none of them appreciated it (and while Raihan said that his Immedigram followers were already making memes about it), Leon knew of one person who definitely would.

“So?” Leon said, beaming as he swept his hand across his jeep’s bright orange hood. “What do you think?”

He had Alan meet him just outside Lumiose City, on a route big enough for both Zar and Lizardon (Alan’s charizard) to be free of their pokéballs. Zar posed proudly on the other side of Leon’s jeep, his tail flame held high and burning as bright as he could make it. He had his snout pointed up to the sky, very obviously trying to look as though he didn’t care at all if Lizardon was watching or not, but the way he kept looking back at Lizardon from the corners of his eyes every few seconds betrayed his intentions wholesale. Fortunately for Zar, Lizardon didn’t notice; instead, he had both of his claws clasped in front of him, his blue eyes practically glittering in delight as he stared at the jeep, a massive reptilian smile on his face. If Leon didn’t know better, he’d say Lizardon had fallen in love with his jeep at first sight.

And Alan . . .

Alan hadn’t said a word as Leon had pulled up. He’d glanced at Leon very briefly when Leon got out of the car, to acknowledge that he’d heard Leon say hello, but since then he’d gone right back to staring at the jeep. His expression, as it was so often, was inscrutable. His lips were a perfectly straight line, neither a smile nor a frown. His too-blue eyes gave nothing away.

After a couple minutes of silence, Leon leaned back against the hood, his arms crossed. He cleared his throat. “Well?”

Finally, Alan looked up at him. Sincerity was gleaming in his eyes and strong in his voice as he said, “It’s the greatest thing I have ever seen.”

Behind him, Lizardon roared enthusiastic agreement.

#yes I've decided that the unbeatable Champion Leon named his charizard Zar-Zar & no I will not apologize for it #pokemon #champion leon #champion alan #pokeani #trainer alan #trainer alain #Leon: gets a car so he can more easily visit Alan & go for rides w/ him #Alan: is the only one who appreciates said car's beauty #it's destiny they're made for each other #fic fix #em-exceeds-change-zearu #and yes Lizardon just likes anything that looks like a Charizard #if he had a hoard it would be of Charizard memorabilia #you know that scene in Kiki's Delivery Service where Jiji gets excited at the black cat mug #& is like ''KIKI IT'S ME!!!!''#that's Lizardon wrt all Charizard merch #& Alan buys it for him too bc it makes him happy #so everyone thinks Alan really loves Charizard merch #& Alan doesn't correct them bc now they're getting gifts for Lizardon & not him #& since gifts make him uncomfy & he loves seeing Lizardon happy #it's a win-win #anyway #alaleo

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𝓻𝓪𝓺'𝓼 ( 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 ) 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 001

hey y’all it’s me, lowering the bar for us all. here’s the plot list i’ve been promising but have yet to do. hopefully this one turns out way more organized and aesthetically pleasing than the trash bin that was my other one. you’re more than welcome to snatch up something that’s open ( just shoot me a dm ) ooooooor , lmk if i missed any plots because spoilers i definitely will so no i didn’t drop plots, i’m just a forgetful idiot!! you’ll also find all the resources to everything you’ll ever need to know about my muses below as well. see something you don’t vibe with anymore? tell me lets change things up. alright, yee? yee.

last updated : 4/1/2020

𝔻𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 / 23

normani. cis-female. she/her. ／ dove darling just pulled up blasting pressing me by rico nasty — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty three year old actress/musician, i’ve heard they’re really stubborn, but that they make up for it by being so vivacious . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say early 2000s r&b playlists, princess cut diamonds, and shiny lipgloss over perfectly lined lips . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

intro here.

pinterest tba.

vc: doja cat & normani

she’s a hollywood starlite but also kinda a meme. daughter of an actor and a socialite -- dove comes from bunches of money. she’s a bit spoiled, but that doesn’t really make her any less friendly. tends to expect people to like her cause she’s so good at pretending. still, she balances that with being genuine. often described as surprisingly quirky in the media dove is honestly too fucking silly for her own good. probably anime trash on the low. your pr team’s wet dream thanks to her squeaky clean public reputation . just because she’s never been caught doing something bad -- definitely does not mean she’s an angel by any means.

current connections:

best / close friends: nathalia, kaia , maeve, adore, valentina, parker, heather, jack, allie, ashley , korday

current pr boyfriend : brodie

ex childhood best friend: milena

enemies; becca , zar, & cassie? i guess.

ex on good terms: rhett

exes on bad terms: ricki

fwb: damian

flirtationship: logan

party friends: xavi

ex fiance: harris

wanted connections:

party friends aka people dove really only hangs with in passing, usually after a few drinks .

ex on bad terms there probably aren’t many of these ! but, give her one that just really doesn’t like her bc they dated after her engagement was called off and she was more emotionally unavailable than ever.

ex pr relationships: self explaintory but, i’d like to see maybe one where they fell for her and she’s like “lmao this is fake... relax.”

enemies ! the more the better to balence out how many friends she has skajafs

anything else!

ℕ𝕠𝕖𝕝 𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 / 22

― chance perdomo. he/him. cismale. ／ noel laurent just pulled up blasting a boy is a gun by tyler, the creator — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-two year old rapper, i’ve heard they’re really reckless, but that they make up for it by being so altruistic. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say rolled up sleeves on an oversized sweater, missed 2am calls, messy notebooks filled with lyrics. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

intro here

pinterest tba

vc: kevin abstract

aka gay panic . my mother trucking baby. period. too kind to ever really stand up for himself. my one muse that is definitely a pacifist and avoids confrontation at all costs -- unless you’re coming for someone he loves. ( but tbh even then he doesn’t really want smoke sgkads) literally just a sweet boy. super soft inside and out, loyal to a fault, and overall well meaning. nurturer / dad friend . will often ignore his own problems simply for what he thinks is the greater good of his friends. selfless to a fault. tendency to fall into bad situations thanks to his reckless nature and inability to say no.

current connections:

best / close friends: xavi , future iridescence boys, valentina, milena, brodie, maeve, nathalia,

ex on bad terms: ricki

neighbor / light meaningless admiration : harris

past fwb: zar, heather

he’s scared of them: parker lmao

past hookups: valentina

friendzoned friends : kaia

flirtationship: adore

people he produces for: lavender, korday

wanted connections:

his sister.. listed on the main but lmk if you ever want more info on that!

more of the irridesence boys ( deadass the next person who brings one of them will get free dash icons from me. any style. i’m begging. bribery? it works ! )

unlikely friends !

exes on bad terms and good terms.

people he produces for .

anything else your sweet lil head desires !

𝕊𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕥.𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 / 23

luke hemmings. cismale. he/him. ／ scotty st.james just pulled up blasting despicable by grandson — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really detached ,but that they make up for it by being so venturesome . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say old guitars, the smell of cigarettes and bourbon, and hundred dollar bills thrown in the air . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( it’s me! the raq )

intro

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vc: 5sos / luke hemmings

a hot.... mess tbh. scott’s been through so much so he’s really guarded , over protective , and self loathing as hell. tendency to keep everyone at an arms length unless you’re someone very special to him and does not deal well with whatever he deems betrayal. though, that doesn’t stop him from being an absolute buffoon when it comes to seriously committing. as a side effect though, if you’re on the list of people he really fucks with he will fight for you. also, will fight cause he’s short tempered and shit at expressing himself. really fears abandonment seriously. lowkey scared of the dark eye -- :( he’s such a sweet boy on the inside but outwardly a prick like 99.9% of the time.

current connections:

best / good friends: brodie , harris , maeve , gus and parker

enemies: xavi, remy ( eh? debatable )

acquaintances ( aka friends but he’s too much of a dick to claim them ): cassie, ashley, heather??, kaia??

ex on really bad terms: genevieve / nathalia / korday

adoptive sibling: stas

childhood girlfriend / something really complicated : maeve

friends: ricki

wanted connections:

unrequited crush on him because im sure he milked that bc he wants affection w/o the commitment

party “friends” friends is so loose because he... never calls more than like 4 ppl his friend but he treats them like friends akass

a very bad ex pr relationship that he publicly cheated on so they could end things because he literally can’t fucking stan pr shit akjdfas

neighbors !

an enemies with benefits Perhaps? dont see that going further than they bicker but also smash ig sakfdjafd

anything else !

#i kinda hate this graphic #i think i forgot to color noel's photo BUT OH WELL #connections list #be proud of me i finally did this :)))#my music taste do be going off tho

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jahaanofmenaphos · 4 years

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Of Gods and Men Summary:

When the gods returned to Gielinor, their minds were only on one thing: the Stone of Jas, a powerful elder artefact in the hands of Sliske, a devious Mahjarrat who stole it for his own ends and entertainment. He claims to want to incite another god wars, but are his ulterior motives more sinister than that? And can the World Guardian, Jahaan, escape from under Sliske’s shadow?

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The Mahjarrat are dying, and they want answers as to why. To get them, they must journey back to Freneskae at the behest of Zaros, who promises them freedom from their Rituals once and for all. When Zamorak gets wind of his intentions, it leads to the two deities meeting for the first time since the great betrayal…

CHAPTER 2 - SOMETHING IS WRONG

It seemed that Wahisietel was the first one to arrive. Staring across at the haunting, snow-covered Ritual Marker brought back less than pleasant memories for him. He wondered how an inanimate object could be so ominous, could strike so much fear right into his core, fear all of his kin shared but would never confess to.

He’d been left with no choice, and frankly, he was surprised his kin hadn’t beaten him to it, hadn’t arrived here and summoned the rest of their kind days ago. Perhaps everyone was just as reluctant to accept what was happening to them as Wahisietel was.

Edging closer to the Ritual Marker, Wahisietel exhaled deeply, tentatively making his way across the plateau. The Marker wouldn’t bite, or strike out lightning - at least, that’s what he thought - yet he couldn’t help feel humbled by its terrifying aura. It was the Marker that meant death to the unfortunate members of his race, after all.

Wahisietel also knew that, as soon as he touched the Marker, his fellow Mahjarrat would know. In the few instances they have needed to gather outside of a Ritual, this was how they would alert one another. If they’d been reduced to the same skeletal fate Wahisietel had, no doubt a lot of them would arrive in search of a sacrifice. All would search for knowledge, at least, wanting to know why the last Ritual had not sustained them.

Would Sliske join them? Wahisietel found himself wondering. He wanted answers from his half-brother, wanted to know why he was so determined to dig a shallow grave for himself. But if he came to the Ritual, and if indeed a sacrifice was chosen, Wahisietel knew that the unilateral decision would almost certainly be to sacrifice Sliske. He’d burnt every bridge he’d ever made; Wahisietel didn’t even know if Azzanadra would side with him any longer. By Zaros, Wahisietel didn’t even know if he could stand with his half-brother after everything he had done.

Sliske was a powerful Mahjarrat. Even without Azzanadra’s protection of him, he was usually safe from the Marker. Thanks to the joint protection of Sliske and Azzanadra, Wahisietel too had been safe from the Marker for all these centuries. He was never as strong as his half-brother, never adept in shadow magicks to a near mastery level like Sliske was. But now, if Azzanadra turned against Sliske, and if indeed every other Mahjarrat ganged up against him, Sliske wouldn’t stand a chance. Yes, he had the Stone of Jas and the Staff of Armadyl, but so did Lucien. Lucien even had support from the other Zamorakian Mahjarrat. What few Zarosians were left wouldn’t side with Sliske, Wahisietel bitterly concluded. His half-brother would be overpowered, and he would be gone.

If he came to the Ritual at all. Perhaps the Stone of Jas has slowed his withering? It didn’t do so for Lucien, but that was after five hundred years of degrading. This was a peculiar scenario, one that perhaps Sliske would be immune from.

Wahisietel didn’t know. He hated not knowing. He hated not knowing what Sliske’s endgame was in all this, why he had to turn his back on Zaros, Azzanadra and himself. Why did he nearly slaughter the World Guardian he seemed so very fond of?

If Sliske came to the Ritual Site, Wahisietel would get answers. But then he’d also lose the only family he had left.

Exhaling a frosty breath, Wahisietel knew he was only delaying the inevitable. Placing his hand upon the Marker’s surface, a chill ran through his body.

Now, he waited.

But not for long.

Khazard and Enakhra teleported in first, a wry grin slashed across the former’s skeletal face as soon as he locked eyes with Wahisietel. “Ah, I see the sacrifice is already here. Nice of you to show up early, Wahisietel.”

“This is going to be the most unanimous vote since we said goodbye to dear Lamistard,” Enakhra remarked, sniffing a laugh that rattled the bones in her jaw. “Unless Sliske turns up soon, that is. You might last another few years if that’s the case.”

Almost immediately afterwards, Akthanakos joined the fray, standing beside Wahisietel as the divide between the Mahjarrat factions formed at either side of the Marker. “I see it did not take long for you to descend into petty insults.”

“I would keep your voice down if I were you, Akthanakos,” Hazeel was next to arrive. “You are so feeble you have completely reverted to your skeletal form already.”

Gulping, Akthanakos looked down at himself in horror. “I… I have? Surely not so soon…”

“Something is affecting all of us,” Azzanadra graced the circle with his presence. Of all of them, he had degraded the least, though the skin was thin and taught around his features. “We can’t descend into quarrels before we uncover what that is.”

“For once, I agree with you, Azzanadra,” Bilrach arrived on the plateau, the Zarosian Mahjarrat taken aback by his presence.

Akthanakos voiced those feelings, “I thought you dead, Bilrach!”

A smile on Bilrach’s face stretched the sparse layers of skin around his jaw, a haunting picture of decay. “Not so easily."

“I feel as if I haven’t seen you in a milenia, Bilrach,” Azzanadra’s tone was not one of someone glad to be reacquainted with an old friend. “It is odd to see the lapdog without his master.”

To his credit, Bilrach’s tone had the same edge of subtle disdain, but he held back from snapping at the petty insult. “Last I saw you, we’d made a prison out of your pyramid, hmm. Hibernate, did we? I had hoped you’d expired in your tomb.”

“You traitors took many years from me, but you did not take my life,” Azzanadra replied through gritted teeth. “But what of you, Bilrach. I haven’t seen you since Lamistard was sacrificed. Why didn’t you attend the last Ritual?”

“I didn’t need to attend,” Bilrach’s lips danced around a dark smile. “Tell me… you felt the power that rippled across the world’s surface, yes?”

Eyes wide for a fraction of a second, Azzanadra inhaled sharply. “You… sacrificed someone. How? Whom?”

“It’s not important,” Wahisietel interjected. While he too was curious at Bilrach’s tale, they had more pressing matters at hand. “What’s important is that we find out what’s happening to us, why Lucien’s sacrifice didn’t sustain us. Now, any suggestions?”

It was like throwing meat to starving wolves.

The bickering continued for far too long, featuring a squabble between Akthanakos and Khazard that nearly came to blows before Hazeel calmed them down.

Out of all the Zamorakians, Wahisietel found Hazeel the most tolerable. The former Mahserrat always had a head on his shoulders.

“Perhaps it was because the Mahjarrat Ritual was interfered with by outsiders?” Hazeel suggested. “The dragonkin struck the killing blow after all, not a Mahjarrat.”

“That shouldn’t make a difference - he was on the Marker,” Akthanakos replied.

“But every sacrifice has always been at the hands of fellow Mahjarrat,” Hazeel maintained. “Maybe the dragonkin absorbed the power, or it went back into the Stone, or-”

“Now you’re just guessing. We have no time for silly theories.”

“Stop! Please!” Wahisietel implored, feeling the coarseness of his skinless fingers fubbing into his temple, “Let us not try to hide the fact that this is no normal Ritual. Clearly something strange is happening to us.”

“Why should we listen to anything you say?” Enakhra spat, heatedly. “We know it was you Zarosian scum who killed Zemouregal! Murdering your kin outside of a Ritual… how dare you?!”

“That’s why Wahisietel should be the next sacrifice!” Khazard declared. “Vengeance for Zemouregal!”

“Enough, Khazard,” Azzanadra stepped in, his voice measured. “Our power is draining at an alarming rate. We are not due another Ritual for hundreds of years. We need to understand what is happening to us.”

“Hah! You fear for your own life as your numbers dwindle, Zar-”

This time, it was Hazeel’s turn to interject. “Quiet, Khazard. The time for bravado has passed. How long would another Ritual sustain us? Months? Weeks? If our power continues to drain at this rate we will ALL be dead within the year.”

Azzanadra nodded. “Agreed. It is imperative that we push for a solution.”

“Perhaps it is time we outgrow these primitive Rituals,” Wahisietel suggested, the hope and despair in his voice blending together seamlessly. “There must be another way!”

“Preposterous!” Enakhra spat. “There is no other way!”

Akthanakos pointed out, “Clearly Sliske thinks there is. He hasn’t even bothered to turn up.”

“Probably because he knows of the target on his back,” Khazard sniffed a dark laugh. “Him being the sacrifice? Now THAT would be unanimous.”

The responses that followed indicated that all agreed with Khazard, except for Wahisietel, who clenched his fist and bit his tongue. Sliske was smart enough to know what battles to pick. Perhaps the Stone was holding him together after all and he didn’t need to attend? Perhaps he’d found another alternative, like Bilrach? Perhaps he was scared of being sacrificed, so had decided to take his chances at not getting rejuivated?

Looking up at Azzanadra, Wahisietel noted that the Mahjarrat was avoiding his glance, his eyes turned downwards.

Wahisietel despondently realised that his suspicions were confirmed, his heart weighing him down as he tore his gaze from Azzanadra.

Swallowing hard, Azzanadra eventually spoke, “If there is an alternative then I am not aware of it. We need to find out what is draining our power. A traditional Ritual is our last resort.”

Suddenly, the air darkened slightly, a low rumble stirring around the Ritual Site.

It was then that Zaros appeared before them.

Instantly, the surprised Azzandra bowed low. Had it not been for the precarious company he was keeping, he would have dropped to his knees. “My lord. You honour us by gracing us with your presence.”

Wahisietel and Akthanakos bowed too, having not seen Zaros since his return to Gielinor. They knew of Zaros’ movements from Azzanadra, but had not yet been summoned to confer with Zaros. Such distance grated at the two Zarosian Mahjarrat, Wahisietel especially, who hated being kept out of the loop.

It didn’t show in Wahisietel’s voice though; raising his head, he said, “My lord, I am heartened to see you return. It has been too long.”

The Zamorakian Mahjarrat, on the other hand, weren’t much pleased with the reunion.

Gulping, Khazard took a tentative step back, slightly behind Hazeel. His eyes were locked on Zaros’ form as he mumbled, “Please Zamorak… save us…”

“Be still,” Zaros commanded, the gravitas of his voice knowing no bounds. “You need not fear me. I have come to earn back the trust you once placed in me.”

Azzanadra, naturally, was the first to reply, “You have always had my trust, my lord, and the trust of the loyalists that stand beside me.”

“Your loyalty has never been called into question, Azzanadra. But there are those here that conspired toward my downfall.”

Instead of allowing himself to be scared, Hazeel took a bold step forward, challenging the deity. “Zamorak will know you are here. Do you wish to re-enact that downfall?”

If Zaros had conventional eyes, he would no doubt roll them at such an attempt. “Such vitriol, Hazeel. Zamorak does not concern me. I reiterate: I wish you no harm.”

Khazard challenged, “Then why have you come here?”

Looking at each of the gathered Mahjarrat in turn, Zaros declared, “I know what is happening to you all. I know why you are gathered here.”

Azzanadra was relieved by this, hopeful once more. “I pray you bring good news, my lord. We fear for the future of our race.”

“Good news?” Enakhra laughed sharply and with incredulation. “He is probably the cause of our troubles!”

“Enakhra, I will tell you only once - do not insult me,” Zaros warned, clear enough for the female Mahjarrat to step back. “Unfortunately, you are right to fear for your race. Your power is being drained so rapidly that you will all likely wither and die without a solution.”

Akthanakos shook his head in despair. “This cannot be…”

“Zaros, if you truly have nothing to do with this, then why have you come here?” Hazeel demanded, though he didn’t have the accusational tone of his Zamorakian brethren. “To witness our demise?”

“As I said, Hazeel, I wish to earn back your trust. Hope is not lost. I wish to make good on a promise I made to all of you long ago. Before the god wars... before the empire. If you accept, I offer you salvation. I offer you freedom from your Rituals.”

“You did not keep that promise last time you made it,” Enakhra pointed out, sneering. “Your empire was built on empty promises.”

“Know your place, you ungrateful whelp,” Azzanadra snapped, rounding on Enakhra.

“Mmm, yes, a good point has been made,” Bilrach mused. “What makes you think we should believe you this time?”

Zaros simply replied, “I have not come here to beg. I once promised you something I did not know how to give. I return to you now with knowledge I did not possess before. I wish to bestow upon you a gift that will make amends for my past missteps. All you need to do is return to Freneskae, the origins of your species. I implore each and every one of you, accept my offering.”

Lowering his head, Wahisietel said, “Of course, Zaros. We would follow you to the ends of the cosmos.”

Naturally, Khazard audaciously cut in, “Pah! Speak for yourself, you-”

“Enough,” Zaros’ firm tone was rock-solid, hiding the exasperation that even the most powerful of deities could feel. “You have heard what I came here to say. I will await you at the Ritual of Rejuvenation site on Freneskae. Go through the World Gate and meet me there, or conduct your Rituals until the last of you breathes your final sigh of regret.”

With those chilling words, Zaros teleported away.

After the air had stilled, Azzanadra announced, “Well, my opinion should be clear. We must go to Freneskae.”

Enakhra rolled her eyes. “Surprise, surprise. Zaros clicks his fingers and Azzanadra comes running.”

“Stop sulking, Enakhra. I see no other option but to hear Zaros out.” Hazeel contributed, rubbing his hairless chin in frustrated contemplation.

Clicking her tongue, Enakhra crossed her arms over her chest. “Before we make any decisions, I would like us to recall the last time Zaros made us the very same promise. We did the dirty work building his empire on the false pretence that he would save us from extinction. He turned his back on us time and time again, until we entered his throne room beside Zamorak and made that arrogance his downfall.”

“And Zaros still had the good grace not to strike you down the moment he saw you!” Azzanadra spat back. “You heard what Zaros said. He wishes to save us.”

“He does not! It is just as before… an empty promise with no intention of delivering upon it.”

“Enough!” Wahisietel interrupted, a headache forming thanks to the bickering from both parties. “The way I see it, we have no choice but to hear Zaros out. Regardless of your allegiance to our lord, he seems to have an understanding as to why our power is draining as it is. I am going to the World Gate and crossing through to Freneskae. I hope to see you all there, lest I never see you again.”

There was a thick, contemplative silence that followed Wahisitel’s departure. Hazeel was the first to break it. “Perhaps Wahisietel is right. Our impending doom is not something we can ignore.”

“So we should just play right into Zaros' hands?” Khazard continued to protest, but his resolve had lessened. Perhaps the weightlessness of his receding flesh had finally gotten to him.

Even Enakhra was starting to come around, begrudgingly. “Unfortunately, it would seem we have no other choice. Zamorak will watch over us on our journey, of that I am sure.”

“At least some of you are able to see reason,” Azzanadra remarked with a sniff of a chuckle. “There may yet be hope for us.”

“Hope for these Zamorakians? Unlikely,” Akthanakos maintained with a haughty raise of his chin. “The only reason I will set foot on Freneskae is because I cannot perform a Ritual on my own.”

Hazeel replied, “We may yet get a sacrifice, Akthanakos. But unless we go to Freneskae, I fear our fate is sealed.”

DISCLAIMER:

As Of Gods and Men is a reimagining, retelling and reworking of the Sixth Age, a LOT of dialogue/characters/plotlines/etc. are pulled right from the game itself, and this belongs to Jagex.

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ellasfm · 4 years

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» • * — ( elle fanning , cis female , she/her ) . i think i hear wait a minute by willow coming from apartment 2611. doesn’t eloise miller live there ?? i heard they are a twenty-two year old author from wayzata, mn , but they’ve been living in the apartments for two months . they come across a bit - anxious and - pessimistic , but they also seem like they could be + intuitive and + patient . whenever i see them , i think of a silver heart-shaped locket, stacks and stacks of books, small acts of rebellion. oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at eloise.b.morris ! ooc . ally, 22, est, she/her .

hello y’all, back with my impulsively picked up second muse ! she’s actually an older muse i revamped to be a little less sad and i think i nailed it !!! details under the cut, like this post for me to hyu for plots !!!

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tw panic attacks, psychological abuse, eating disorders,

statistics.

full name. eloise bethany morris. nickname(s). ella. occupation. author. age. twenty-two. date of birth. september 2nd, 1997. nationality. american. ethnicity. white | scottish, english, french. orientation. bisexual/sapphic, with a preference for women. gender & pronouns. cis female; she/her/hers. religion. agnostic.

height. 5’9”. weight. 125 lbs. eye color. green. hair color + style. flaxen blonde, relatively thin, usually up in a bun, braids, or pleats. dominant hand. right-handed. distinguishing features. deep-set eyes, willowy frame, pale skin.

biography.

ella’s upbringing was super... lonely, honestly. both of her sisters were basically adults by the time she was born, and never really interacted with her since they didn’t like her father’s second wife, ella’s mother. and with good reason.

if you thought zar’s mom was bad, get a load of heather morris. intent on living through her only daughter, ella was brought up to be a perfect little lady. a dancer, a star student, one of the most popular girls in her class. she was the first two things, but was never the third. she reeked of insecurity, and as a result was bullied throughout most of school.

even worse, her mom would force her to go to events where her bullies were, because those were the girls heather thought ella ought to be friends with. needless to say, they didn’t go very well. the only things her mother ever gave her were anxiety, deep-seated self-loathing, and an eating disorder she only overcame about two years ago.

ella’s one and only escape was books, she always had one on her person from the time she was five. for a long time, the closest things she had to friends were her favorite characters: matilda wormwood, hermione granger, and liesel meminger, among others. as a child, she dreamed of writing books like that, to help other little girls just like these authors helped her.

ella has always been a massive romantic, falling in love with every friendly face. and everyone she’s ever loved wormed their way into her heart, and to get it out, she decided to write. about the what-ifs and the maybe-so’s.

despite taking ballet lessons her entire school career, as per her mother’s request, she didn’t get into the american ballet company as her mother wished. her mom honestly wasn’t even that proud when she got a perfect sat score on her first try, nor when she got into harvard.

if she wasn’t going to be a dancer, she was going to be a lawyer, and her mother pushed her to get perfect grades in school. she hoped she would flourish at university, but she... kinda fell apart. we’re talking daily panic attacks, a crippling caffeine addiction, and her anorexia getting so bad she ended up in the fucking hospital her freshman year. despite that, she never missed a single deadline, functioning like a machine. and that was all that was important to her mother.

her sophomore year, though, she took a creative writing class, and when the ta read some of her work, she told her that she had a lot of potential and if she should continue down that road, the ta would like to be her advisor. that little bit of encouragement was all it took to reignite her dream of being an author.

writing became her therapy again, along with, thankfully, actual therapy. sure, school still made her anxious wreck, but ella was doing better. bit by bit, step by step. the summer before senior year, her advisor told her that she sent ella’s latest transcript to a friend of hers in publishing, and that she wanted to talk. she wanted to hold off for now, unsure what to do, until she got her lsat results back over thanksgiving break. she’d failed.

it was then, with her mother berating her non-stop as per usual, that ella decided she was going to publish. she walked out of the house with her mother still yelling, feeling freer than she ever had.

the day after her commencement, ella moved into a shitty apartment in boston and got to work with the publisher to get the book finished as quickly as possible. thanks to her advisor, it required minimal editing, and they had the first print sent to ella by the end of october.

on november 15th, the ipswich girls by eloise b. morris was officially for sale nationwide, and by its second week, it was a new york time’s bestseller. the last few months have been a world wind for ella, of book signings and award ceremonies and realizing with every young fan of hers that she’d achieved her dream.

now, she’s moved into new york city, a dream come true, and shortly after, she realized her publisher expected her to write a second book. she’s... still pretty paralyzed about that, trying to come up with something to top the ipswich girls, but... she’s trying. kinda. maybe. mostly panicking.

tl;dr: girl with strict mother finds freedom in books, becomes an author, writes a bestseller out of college, now is expected to repeat that success lmao fun.

personality.

lets get the zodiac out of the way: virgo sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising.

she’s... still very much a Good Girl, and she wants to change that, she wants to be her own person.

like in january she got a tattoo in feminine script on her wrist that said ‘i belong deeply to myself’ and the entire time she felt like a Bad Girl okay????? and she just started smoking weed and that also makes her feel like a Bad Girl

still pretty anxious, but she’s getting better. she’s on medication, now, and usually does something impulsive whenever she feels bad. or she writes. it’s fifty-fifty.

very organized, almost to the point of being anal.

very weird, abstract, neo-dadaist sense of humor. like stonks makes her wheeze.

she’s basically a big fuckin nerd okay???????????

usually very chill and relaxed, doesn’t get riled up too easily. it’s hard to tell when she’s having a panic attack because she just looks a little more zoned out than usual.

cannot fucking flirt like at all.

Big Virgin.

her guilty pleasure is watching compilations of fox news pundits railing on and on about how the ipswich girls was written to promote witchcraft and the lesbian agenda.

(also if you’re curious i put a summary of the ipswich girls here, even though its only bits and pieces but like if you’re curious. it’s basically the craft with fifteen-year-old girls, and also gayer. tw for suicide mention, brain damage and injuries. )

wanted connections.

fast friend. someone who she got along with immediately upon coming to new york.

childhood pen pal. i just think it’d be cute.

crush. ella flirts by gazing tenderly across the room.

philophobe. ella loves love, and this person doesn’t. for better or for worse, she’ll try to convince them otherwise.

bad influence. and she is very willing to be influenced.

wing(wo)man. she’s so bad at flirting please. somebody. anybody.

deja vu. a negative connection; someone ella can’t get comfy around bc they remind her of her childhood bully.

former dance rivals. ella used to do the competition circuit in ballet. she wasn’t particularly competitive, but her mom certainly was. probably a real dance moms situation.

#ten23.intro #panic attack tw #psychological abuse tw #eating disorder mention tw

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skippyv20 · 5 years

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Fleet of Cars flown out to South Africa

I think I may have figured out why on earth they flew a fleet of cars out to SA. (Well, I assume it was flown, because by sea it take about 4 mnths-our cars only arrived almost 6 mths after we arrived. First, the Range Rovers are very popular and they’re all over the place, plus, with almost the whole government involved in organised crime ad just enough of first world infrastructure left, I think it should be hard find better bullet proof vehicles than SA. In addition, the cars were for Megatron, because the Malawi photo showed PH’s vehicle was a white local car, I think a Ford. It would alo be impractical with a fleet of cars like that, because it is almost 3 days drive from Cape Town to Johannesburg. From Cape Town to Angola probably 4 days by car, would guess from Angola to Botswana ± a day and to get to Malawi they have to cross Africa from west to east and quite a drive at the other side as Malawi is further than Zambia, and to below Zambia is Zimbabwe. (So, from Johannesburg you’d have to get to Zimbabwe, Zambia and then only is Malawi. Malawi isn’t a very safe country either for decades long faction wars. So I have a feeling the cars were used only in Cape Town. It would just make sense.

I could think of two reasons why they’d been crazy enough to import a fleet of cars which from all accounts will be returned to the UK.

First of all, to show off and draw attention. Because of the heat black/dark vehicles like that are rather scarce and to see a fleet of them going, people may look up. Then the number plates are very clearly GB/EU. I rally think she was hoping to draw attention and keep the flag wavers rolling in (considering they had to bus in retafans for every occasion.) SA is also a popular place to hoot movies and ads, because of first world leftovers, however it works out very reasonably due to the low value of the ZAR. So people are quite used to film crews and movie-like actions, so I would think that, as the rest of their strategy didn’t quite worked out as planned.

But, I hoped everyone stuck it out with all my ramblings to get here, because, hear what you think of my main idea. If there were talk of d!@m0nds- who would really check the royal fleet of cars for d!@m0nds?

Just another thing that may be interesting. SA wh!te p0pulati0n have shrunk to only 4% now and n0 wh!t€ baby may be adopted unless 96% 0f bl@ck babies were adopted and there are a very high number of bl@ck babies due to aids. Children’s homes with more than the allowed 4% total of wh!t€ babies lose their state subsidy. There are lots of destitute people who are legally excluded from the labour market and who cannot take care of their babies. Why I’m saying this is, where normally a parent would want to protect their children from being rented out, there may be now a higher than usual number of wh!t€ babies whom no one really cares for that much. Only they probably could only get hold of an older baby, why her H&M merching socks were so much too small. I wonder if they kept him then, bless his heart, where a child in such a position may be better off. But for a reasonable bribe anything i possible in SA of today.

Thank you....interesting.😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

There is NO way Harry was smuggling diamonds....

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zarcake-writes · 4 years

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hey zar, I wanted to thank you a lot for your advice:> your kind words really made me feel a lot better. And I'd like to thank everyone who responded to it ♡ I still haven't talked to my mom yet. Last night she did the usual "gn 💖" and then a couple hours later sent "Anon, you will always have a special place in my heart ❤" I didn't answer. She called me this morning. I didn't answer either. I don't get it. How can she keep messaging me as if she didn't turn me away in my time of need?? (1)

I’m glad I and others were able to help anon. And that’s very nice of you for helping someone in need. Why your mother refused to help you, I don’t know. It says a lot about her. You’re her child, she should have listened to you and helped you. I think it’s good that you’re not answering her. Some distance will be good and you have every right to be upset. Your feelings are valid.

#ask #anon #sorry for getting to this late anon

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puckyou-forpuckssake · 5 years

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Drowning (2)—S. Crosby

Warning: two sentences implying an abusive relationship. Don’t worry, it’s just the neighbors. I’m so happy you guys love this series. I’m really excited for it! Check out my other imagines and master list on my blog with #hockeyimagine. This series and all questions and statements about it can be found under #drowningsc.

Sidney hadn’t had the time to look to see if Y/N and Andy were in the box. Zach had assured him that they were coming. He was still obviously suspicious of Sidney and the whole situation. He had every right to be. That was his family.

They won 4-3 against the Rangers in overtime. Sid barely listened as Sully congratulated and berated the team and then instructed Olli, Murray, and Horny to do media. He rushed to put on his suit.

“Hey did you wanna go out with us tonight for drinks?” Kris asked Sid. “Cullen is the only one out so far.”

Sid shook his head. If this night was going to go how he hoped, he’d be out eating in a quaint diner in an hour with a beautiful woman and her son. Not that it was a date or anything, he reminded himself. He was merely treating a lovely family to a nice night that they deserved. That’s it. No romance involved at all.

“I have plans.”

“Involve pretty woman and small boy?” Geno grinned. Kris looked intrigued.

Zach patted Sid on the shoulder. “I’m going out with the guys. Walk them up to the apartment. Tell Y/N not to wait up for me. I might end up staying with Olli tonight depending on how many drinks we have. Make sure she locks the door too. Just because I have some money still doesn’t mean we live in the greatest area of Pittsburgh.”

Sid understood then. “You have plenty of money to get a nice place for yourself, and even them. You live with them to try to help but she doesn’t like charity.”

Zach nodded. “I know you like Andy and genuinely want to spend time with him because he’s a good kid. She still believes that you are on charity mode,” he explained. “You’re right, she doesn’t like charity or pity, especially when it involves Andy. That kid is her life. ‘The best accident in my life’ she says. She won’t warm up to you until she realizes a you’re there for him as a kid and for her as a woman of interest.”

Sidney wanted to speak up about that last part and argue, especially under the watching eyes and listening ears of teammates. “Don’t even deny it, Sid,” Zach interrupted. “Just don’t make me regret this.”

Zach walked out of locker room with some of the guys, leaving him, Evgeni, and Kris alone. “What am I missing?” Kris asked.

“Sid in love,” Geno told him.

Sid shook his head. “I’m not in love.”

“ZAR disagrees,” both countered.

“I explain later,” Geno whispers to Kris.

Kris nodded. “The 3 of us are going out tomorrow night in Boston to talk about this,” he informed Sidney. “You’re going to tell us about tonight. You’re going to explain all of this to us. Got it, Sid?”

Sidney nodded. “See you guys in the morning for the flight. Enjoy tonight.”

Sidney grabbed his bags and walked towards the exit. He stopped right before pushing the door open. Nerves rushed over him. He wouldn’t normally be doing this. He wouldn’t probably go to these extremes for another teammate’s family. Okay, so that thought was wrong and he probably would, but without the feelings he has right now. There was something about this situation that pulled him in. He pushed his nerves away as he pushed the door open.

Y/N and Andy sat outside the locker room on a bench. Sid smiled a waved. A small part of him feared they would have left, but that fear was gone now and replaced with excitement.

“Hi Sid,” Andy waved. “You played good tonight, and your box is really cool,” He then whispered, “I actually fell asleep during the second intermission and missed part of the third because it’s so nice up there.”

Sidney chuckled. “Did you enjoy it, Y/N?” He asked. She nodded. He took this time to glance over her. She was wearing one of ZAR’s jerseys, but it was the color of the shirt underneath her jersey that caught his attention. “Are you wearing a Rangers shirt under that?”

She smirked. “Guilty. I couldn’t help myself. Zach wanted to wear my Rangers jersey because he thought your reaction would be funny. I said I didn’t want to torture you that much.”

Sidney, smiling, shook his head. “Well, clearly since your cousin being a Penguin and your son a future one doesn’t convince you,” A large grin appeared on Andy’s face, “I suppose I must convince you to become our #1 fan. Maybe we can go get something to eat. I know a nice diner only a few blocks from here.”

Y/N blushed as Andy yanked on her arm, begging her to agree. Y/N nodded and Sid led them out of the arena. “I hope you guys don’t mind walking. It’s only a few blocks from here.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not at all. We took the Light Rail here anyway.”

Andy stood between Y/N and Sidney, holding each of their hands, as they walked to the little diner. Y/N had objected at first but Sidney didn’t mind. He didn’t say it aloud but it felt like he had a family of his own for once. Andy talked the whole way there about the game. He praised both teams but admitted he was upset when Horny hit Zuccarello and then when Kreider tripped Sid. Sidney had to keep reassuring him that he was okay.

Very few people were in the diner when they walked in. A middle aged woman waved to them from behind the counter. “Hiya Sid!”

“Hi Marnie,” Sid greeted. He led Y/N and Andy to a booth on the left and the waitress, Marnie, brought two menus.

“I suppose you want your usual,” she said. She looked at his guests and smiled. “You’ve never brought your family here before, Sid. Mama’s gonna be upset.”

“Mama?” Andy and Y/N questioned.

“She’s talking about her mom, Sue,” Sid net explained. “Everyone calls her Mama and she calls everyone Baby or some other affectionate term.”

They nodded and glanced over the menu while Sid and Marnie caught up. It had been awhile since he had been into the diner. He had been craving their fries lately though, and one of Mama’s pies.

“I want nuggets,” Andy demanded. Y/N shot him a look. “Please.”

Marnie nodded. “And for you, miss?”

“I’ll have a Pittsburgh salad.”

“And an order of pierogies for the table too, Marnie,” Sid added.

Marnie nodded and walked off. “You come here often?” Y/N asked.

Sidney chuckled. “Is it that obvious? They don’t make a big deal about me here.”

Andy gave him a strange look. “But you’re Sidney Crosby.”

Sid nodded. “And I’m also just Sidney,” He stared at Y/N as he said this. He wanted her to understand. “I’m a normal guy. I come to a little diner to pig out because it makes me feel normal. I love judging people on House Hunters. I binge watch Friends. I like cooking. I play video games. I’m normal.”

“I’m sure your girlfriend loves that,” Y/N commented.

“I don’t have one. It’s just me.”

“Do you have a dog?” Andy asked. Sid shook his head. “You should get one. Or a cat. You need a friend for when you’re home. It probably gets lonely.”

Sid didn’t respond as Marnie had brought out their appetizer, and he also didn’t know how to respond. An 8 year old kid had hit his situation head on. He was alone. He had no one. He visited his team to feel wanted. He played hockey to keep busy. He looked up at that moment to see Y/N staring at him. There was a look in her eye that said she understood him. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it quickly. Sid just nodded, and she gave him a weak smile.

He heard a shout. “Baby Sid!” Instantly a pair of arms wrapped around him. “Don’t you dare wait so long to come see me again.”

Sid chuckled. “I’m sorry, Mama. I fly to Boston tomorrow and then New Jersey. It’ll be a few days until I come back then.”

Mama Sue patted him on the back and glanced up to his company. “Baby you brought another baby Sid and a pretty woman! Why did you hide such a gorgeous family,” She pinched Andy’s cheeks. “You are a good looking boy. Look like your father.”

Sidney glanced at Y/N and saw her face pale. Andy giggled. “Sid’s not my dad. But she is my mom. Sid is our friend. I’ll still be Baby Sid Jr. though.”

Mama Sue chuckled. “And who are you, baby?”

“I’m Y/N. A friend.”

“A beautiful friend,” Mama added. Marnie brought over the tray of food. “Pittsburgh salad for beautiful friend. Chicken nuggets for Baby Jr Sid. And a basket of fries and today’s soup of Zuppa Toscana for Baby Sid. I make fresh peach-raspberry today pie too.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

They didn’t say much as they ate but the feeling was enough to keep Sid full. Andy tried playing with his food and Y/N told him to stop. He shared his fries with her after he caught her several times eyeing them. Andy would talk about his day and chomp on his food causing Sid to tell him to chew and swallow and then talk. He wiped Andy’s face when he was all done. Andy was yawning by the time Mama brought the pie out...in a box.

“Baby Jr Sid looks tired. Eat pie later. I wrote on top how to heat up,” Y/N tried to hand money to Mama for the dinner. She shook her head. “Nonsense. I put on Sid’s tab.”

Y/N pursed her lips. Sid didn’t want Y/N to be offended. “She can pay if she wants to, Mama,” Sid said.

A sharp pain radiated through Sid’s shoulder after Mama Sue hit him. “Stupid boy. You take beautiful friend on date and make pay? You’re hunky Canadien pseudo-father not teach you anything?”

“Mario taught me lots of things,” Sid answered. “Just let her pay.”

Mama huffed and turned to Y/N. “I make deal with you. This meal free as long as you and cute son come back to visit me. Then I let you pay.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ll take that deal.”

“And make sure Baby Sid shares pie with you!” Mama Sue shouted as they left the diner.

“She can be a lot,” Sid said when they were a few storefronts down. “But Mama Sue means well. I’m sorry you had to argue with her back there.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and pulled her coat tighter. Sidney had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her. “It’s fine, Sidney. I know she meant well, but I like to feel that I am capable of taking care of Andy and I without any help.”

“Sometimes people want to help because they care,” Sidney blurted. He was going to apologize and then Andy started coughing hard. Sid dropped to Andy’s level. “Are you okay, bud?”

“Cold,” he muttered.

Sidney watched Y/N huff and purse her lips. “The station is another four blocks from here,” she murmured.

It was clear that Sidney was not supposed to hear that, but he did. “I can give you a ride home,” he offered. “The Rail isn’t going to be warm.”

“Sidney—“

“Take the nice man’s offer, momma,” Andy interrupted, his teeth chattering.

Y/N glared at Andy. “I was going to say yes. I’m not going to let you freeze.”

Andy blushed. “Sorry, momma. I just know how you can be.”

Y/N sighed and bent down to kiss Andy on the forehead. “I will always put you first, Andy. Always,” Y/N stood back up. “Where is your car, Sidney?”

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Sidney pulled up to a mediocre brick apartment building in a shabby part of Pittsburgh. “Do you think Uncle Z will be back tonight, momma?” Andy yawned.

“Probably not bud,” Sid answered. “Your Uncle Z is out with some of the guys. He might stay with Olli tonight.”

“He’s with Olli a lot. Why aren’t you with the guys?” Andy asked.

“Because I wanted to spend the night with you and your mom,” Y/N was quiet throughout the conversation. “Shall I walk you guys up?”

“You don’t have to, Sidney. You’ve done plenty tonight. I really appreciate it.”

“I insist,” Sid leaned over and whispered, “I’ll be honest too. ZAR asked me to. Not that I wouldn’t have anyway.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled. “That sounds like him,” Y/N glanced back at her son. Sid looked back too and saw Andy slowly dozing off. “Would you mind carrying him up? It’s been a long day and I don’t want to wake him up. He might be a little heavy though.”

Sidney nodded. “I don’t mind. Maybe I can get out of lifting tomorrow,” he joked, causing Y/N to giggle. “Lead the way to your abode.”

The seven story brick apartment building opened with a simple key code—1-2-3-4 to be in fact. Sidney didn’t understand how this was safe. There was only one set of stairs in the building also, and they lived on the seventh floor.

“No wonder ZAR hates cardio workouts but is really good at them,” Sidney commented by the time they got to the fourth flight of stairs. “This is quite the workout.”

“Zach isn’t really here much any more,” Y/N told him. “He’s only here during the season when he’s on the roster. He has been spending a lot of time with Olli. I think they are thinking about getting a place together, but I know Zach doesn’t want to abandon us. He’s always been so supportive and I will always be grateful for that and liking out for us, but I just want him to live his own life. I did it before he got here. I can do it again.”

At the fifth flight Sidney heard the thump of music. At the sixth the moans of sex. Andy didn’t stir through the whole trip up. Once they reached the seventh floor, they had to go to the opposite end of the building to Y/N’s apartment. Sidney briefly stopped in front of one apartment, 7E, where he heard lots of screaming and yelling. Y/N shoved him along and stopped two doors down at 7C. Quickly she unlocked the door and shooed Sidney in.

“Andy’s room is this way,” she told him.

“Is that couple going to be okay?” Sidney asked.

She shrugged. “They fight all the time. As long as they don’t disturb apartment 7K, everyone will be fine and the cops won’t be called. I’m praying that doesn’t happen. It’s just a mess then.”

“Y/N, this isn’t safe,” Sidney whispered. He laid Andy down in his bed and walked out with Y/N. “This can’t be good for Andy.”

Y/N bit her lip and crossed her arms. Sidney watched many emotions cross her face. “I work the front desk at a downtown hotel and occasionally waitress at the hotel’s restaurant when someone can watch Andy. I can’t get a nice little townhouse and pay for the hospital bills. This isn’t where I ever pictured myself being.”

Sidney lunges forward to catch her as she collapsed in tears. He held her close and walked towards the couch. Y/N curled into his touch as he sat down. Sidney didn’t say anything; he just let her cry and rubbed her back. That’s what she needed. She was a 29 year old with an 8 year old son. Both hadn’t had the best life, but Y/N was doing her very best to make sure Andy was ahead in life, even if cancer pushed him back. She had no time for herself, Sidney realized. She had no one to vent or cry to. She put everyone ahead of her and left nothing for herself. She was alone—just like him.

Sidney glanced down and saw her tears had stopped and her breathing was even. Sidney didn’t have the heart to move her; besides, he liked the feel of someone being next to him. He could survive this one night.

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