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knight-of-ashes · 5 years

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Bumbleby, Representation, and Validation

After this latest episode, I feel I have to write this and share my experiences as a RWBY fan, a Bumbleby shipper, and a slightly broken but still determined person. It’s a long tale, so I’ll try to put it under the cut, but if you’re at all questioning about your sexuality or your place in the world, I hope this post and Bumbleby help you.

When I first started watching RWBY, it was 2014. I’d just started at university for my mechanical engineering bachelor’s for the second time, after failing out the first time and then lying about it to my family for two years. I was pretty alone, but I made some friends who got me into the show. What got me hooked was the Yellow trailer, and sure enough, as I got caught up on the show, Yang continued to be my favorite. I’m extremely extroverted, enjoy violence, prone to deep anger and unbelievable excitement, with a maternal streak a mile wide and a penchant for boxing. I see myself in almost all of Yang’s behaviors. It was too easy to put myself into her place.

At the time, Bumbleby shippers baffled me. Yang and Blake just seemed like really good friends. I kept thinking about Korrasami and how much it upset me that Bryke put them together as a couple, instead of just leaving them as friends. I remember thinking “I wish they wouldn’t shove so many lesbians down our throats.” The fact that I saw myself in Yang only deepened that. I kept thinking back to high school, to my best friend at the time. She and I were peas in a pod, and while I could see myself living with her if neither of us found a guy, I wasn’t attracted to her, we weren’t lesbians, why couldn’t shows reflect that?

I met @wingzeroalchemist on Reddit while arguing this point with Bumbleby shippers on some fanart. We got to talking, and discussing why it upset me so bad. Over the course of a few months, a few more episodes of RWBY Volume 2, and more fanart, and the airing of Burning the Candle, we discussed it, and it dawned on me: I had a crush on my high school best friend, and I was very, very bi. This was news to me but to no one else I went to school with, least of all her.

That relationship never moved forward for a number of reasons including asexuality on my friend’s part, but the volume 3 finale hit me hard, and I was moved to try to come out to my family. I came out and got told that if I was really bi, I could just “choose” to be with men. I was made to promise that I wouldn’t bring it up again, and that I wouldn’t go back on my “choice”.

Fast forward to 2017. V4 and V5 disappointed me a bit but I kept with the show because I could still see the potential. I graduated with my bachelor’s and fought at Robogames 2017. I got a boyfriend and convinced myself I really loved him, even though things weren’t as great as I wanted. I got deep into the art of heraldry, and met Kim (@dustycymbre) through Reddit and Discord. My parents were super invested in my relationship with my boyfriend, until he wasn’t doing exactly what they wanted for me, and then they coerced me to break up with him. (I was also date raped somewhere in there cos the dipshit was never taught about consent but I digress.) Through V5, I realized my mother and I were a bit like Raven and Yang: wholly incompatible as mother and daughter, and I needed to get away from the emotional abuse. Her behavior was different from the fiction in a lot of ways, but the end result was the same: I never felt like I had support for my dreams, and I’d been set to wander aimlessly.

After the breakup, about a month went by before Kim told me she had a crush on me, the day after my birthday. I won’t tell as much of her side, but what I can say is that she was married to a guy at the time, and some incidents occurred that led to her cutting it off with him several long months later. I quickly discovered that as much as I feel like a proxy for Yang, she is absolutely a Blake, down to introversion and sleeping in sunbeams and being the sneakiest woman I’ve ever met. Where I’m hot headed, she’s cool and logical. Where I want to fight everything and look at blood like it’s no big deal, she eschews unnecessary violence and gets a bit squeamish watching Daredevil. Where my body runs warm, hers runs cold. Only our heights are off, and she’s convinced MM&K are the ones who are wrong.

From my side of things, I fell for her fast and hard. She was everything I’d been looking for and then some. She calmed me down when I was mad, she made me feel like I could achieve my goals, she gave me so much purpose and happiness. I got to be the post match interviewer at Robogames 2018 because I didn’t have a robot and she watched every interview, giving me pep talks and tips and praise and constructive criticism after every match. She helped me do better at work and weather my family’s absolute insanity. I convinced her to go back to finish her Masters and she trusted me and did it and now she has an awesome job. She helped me realize I needed to go no contact with my family, and I escaped and shut them down and will never have to face the fear of disappointing my batshit mother ever again thanks to Kim. She wants to help me build my next robot, and I want to help her with her garden and a podcast idea, and the future looks so bright with her in it.

I weathered my Raven and she weathered her Adam and watching the bees weather their trauma together in Volume 6 has been the ultimate form of validation. I never thought I’d ever get to actually be with the woman of my dreams, but I am now and seeing it in fiction, seeing so many of the exact struggles we’ve been through placed in explicit language on screen, has given me a whole new perspective. The representation makes the hate thrown at us feel less consequential. Yang and Blake have given us the confidence to become our true selves and seek a relationship that is comfort and softness and contentment instead of pain and anger and resentment. We can be whole, we can be weird, we can love each other and not worry about some misguided taboo.

Representation matters, whether you’re 15 or 50. We’re 25 and just figuring out our places in the world, and there are kids who will watch Bumbleby blossom in the show and figure it out a lot sooner than we did. I am so excited about that, and I hope that the representation of abuse with Adam and Blake also saves some lives. M&K have done a really great job writing Yang and Blake and it gives me so much hope for the future.

#rwby #rwby volume 6 #bumbleby #bumbleby rwby #long post

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batangelc · 5 years

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sky for the character headcanon!

clothing style

She prefers showy clothing, stuff that she knows people are going to stop and stare at her in. Partially because she likes the attention, and secondly because it lures people in for Dinner™. The other part is she’s paid for sex which is one of the ways she pays rent while staying under the radar. If she’s out to kill she just wears a shirt, comfy bottoms and easy to move in shoes.

before - bed routine.

Just a quick drink and get undressed for bed. Doesnt make it too complicated.

eating habits.

Mostly junk food when she’s eating human food, others souls because she Demon

concept of home and family.

People you can trust and Know will have your back. Loyalty and honesty are incredibly important to her.

hobbies

(napping), research, shop browsing, make up collecting (usually cheap), likes collecting small teddies that remind her of important people but wont admit it–

fighting style.

Feral. Or with knife. Wants a gun but they’re hard to get

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

Cuddles which is rare, or Binging on food

talk about one person your muse loves.

Uhhhhhh is Main thats.. Kinda nobody. Most are long dead.

ways your muse says i love you.

Small actions, will actually get embarrassed around you, so Much contact, affection is Plentyful. If you’re near people she doesnt know she will get extremely possessive, so Very Very grippy and Overly sexual during those times. Will stop if you tell her too but will still cling a bit and glare at everybody-

describe your muse’s laugh.

Sweet. She’s made to allure so, seems innocent and pretty. Dont trust the cute

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets?

House keys, pocket knife, lipstick, purse, chewing gum

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

She.. Doesnt really have any she moves around so much and leaves most things behind

describe your muse’s walk.

Confident. If she’s having a bad day tho she looks down and Will not look up for anything, raptor hands

talk about your muse’s accent.

Think.. Rough England accent which she put on to seem tougher. Her actual one is Posh Victorian

describe your muse’s smile.

Childish? Very big and tends to head tilt. If she’s really happy or showing off her eyes will close. If

how often does your muse get sick?

Supernatural. Doesnt.

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

Overpushes a lot, then sleeps for Days

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

Nope! Apart from the occasional groan or movement, she doesnt really do anything else. If you came any other time, she would seem dead

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

PTSD-

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

Quiet unless having a nightmare!

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

“Fuck them. Bastards.”

skills and special talents.

-Shapeshift

-Hypnosis (doesnt use it)

-Fast healing

-Extreme speed

- the “failsafe”

- Super eyesight and hearing

-Soul sensing

disabilities or illnesses.

Chronic pain and slight brain damage. BPD, PTSD, Autism, Hypersexuality. Psychosis when under extreme stress

habits and mannerisms.

Stands on toes a lot, raptor hands, sways, runs hands through hair, Head tilt

introvert or extrovert.

… Both? Depending on the day?

religious or non - religious.

…. Im gonna say agonistic

verbal or non - verbal communication.

I dont understand what this one means- sorry-

something your muse could never forgive.

Lying to her

something that makes your muse smile.

Hmm.. somebody showing they actually thought of her

something that scares your muse.

Being hated by somebody she cares about

something that gives your muse hope.

……………. hehehehe- A lot of it is just “Well, that was new.. Anything else?”

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

Big Love. Loves it. Doesnt like being treated as weak tho.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

Cries.

how your muse responds to danger.

Ready to fight immediately, and will fight to the death if she has to. If it gets bad enough the failsafe will activate

how your muse responds to stress.

Badly- Will either breakdown, or self harm, or again, failsafe

how your muse responds to anger.

Run- Gets very violent and will Shout. Will aim for emotional wounds.

did your muse grow up too fast?

Yes.

#ghxstlybat #is it headcanon if Im word of god #who knows

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shadowqueenrules-blog · 6 years

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Love, Keith

Me: Hello everyone in Tumblr! So a little while ago I wrote that I was thinking about writing a Klance ‘Love Simon’ parody. Well, for those who thought I wasn’t going to do it, you were wrong. I’ve written a little bit of it (I still have a long way to go if I’m being completely honest with you) but I was thinking that it might be good for me to give you guys a preview and see how you react to it. Give me some notes and all that jazz. Now here is some VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION regarding this story.

This is a Klance fic

Shiro is 18 and lives with Keith (they are brothers in this story, I don’t know what I’m going to do with the parent situation quite yet)

Red is Keith’s cat

Pidge is still 14 but because she’s so smart she is graduating with Keith

Matt is in this story at the age of 18 and in the same college as Shiro

Coran is the homeroom/science teacher

Lance, Hunk, Keith, and Allura are all are or going to become 18 throughout this story

THIS STORY ISN’T GOING TO BE QUOTE BY QUOTE FROM THE MOVIE! As much as I love the movie I am only basing my story off of it. There are going to be things that are very similar but that’s as far as I want to go with it

The scene you are about to read is when ‘Blue’ first appears. This is going to be VERY similar to the movie because I couldn’t think of anything else. But the dialogue is all mine. If you have a problem with that then you can just leave. Other than that please enjoy the sneak preview of ‘Love, Keith’!!!

Ring! Ring!

Ring-

“Allura?” I asked picking up my phone looking at the time. 9:23pm. “If this about doing another late night Taco Bell run, you can count me out. I still haven’t recovered from last month-”

“No!” She interrupted-loudly I might add. “Though I am craving one of their taco bowls right now-anyway! I was calling to see if you heard about the new post yet?” I rolled my eyes going back to figuring out my english homework. I honestly should’ve known she was calling me because of some post. I thought back to this morning when she told us the real reason three of the science classrooms were closed down this week.

“I swear, Zethrid needs to work on her anger issues. I don’t care if Coran gave her a C-, it doesn’t give her the right to blow up the science department.”

“Not that post!” She screamed louder.

“Allura!” Another voice called out from the line.

“Sorry Father!” I chuckled under my breath deciding to push my english homework aside and open up my laptop.

“Then what post are you talking about?” I slowly type up the website waiting for my slow-ass internet to open it up.

“I’m talking about the closeted bi-guy at school.” My eyebrows shot up right as the website finally loaded. My breath got caught in my throat as I saw the post she was talking about. It was at the very top of the page with a picture of what seems to be looking up towards the sky from deep within the ocean. The closeted bi-guy at school. The closeted bi-guy at school. The closeted bi-guy at school. The words spoken only moments ago repeated in my head on a constant loop blocking out almost everything around me. “Who do you think it is? I think it may be Rax, I get a weird vibe off of that guy. I mean, he can’t seriously be that mad over Hunk having a crush on his sister.” Almost. I knew I had to hang up on her. Even though we haven’t known each other long, she usually can read me like a freaking book. I took a look around my room trying to find anything I could use as an excuse. My head swerved towards my door just in time to see a orangish-red furball walk in and her golden eyes connected with mine.

“Can I call you back? Red just threw up on the carpet big time.” I lied hoping she would buy it. Hearing this, Red narrowed her eyes and meowed at me.

“Oh no! Actually I have to head off to bed soon. We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” I silently sighed in relief grabbing the small bag of treats I had stuffed in my desk drawer and tossed one over to Red. She glared at it before hesitantly taking the peace offering.

“Yeah, talk tomorrow.” I hung up on her without another word and looked back to the screen. I knew she would has questions tomorrow about it but at that point I couldn’t care less.

The-Blue-Prince

Drowning in the Sea of my Emotions

There are days where I know exactly what I want to say and would scream them to the world. And there are days, like today, where I feel like the whole world is crashing down upon me and I feel like I’m drowning in all of my emotions. I can see the sun glistening off of the water as I fall in deeper and I hold my breath, hoping someone jumps in to come save me. I had a realization….or an acceptance with something about a year ago. I mean it’s not like I haven’t thought that I was bisexual before but I always denied it till now and I don’t know how to deal with it. No one in my life knows and I don’t want to tell them yet. How can I? When I finally accepted it I was curled up in my bed crying my eyes out, not because I am ashamed with it but because I was so sure that I knew myself, that I have worked on myself so much that I knew exactly who I was. And I was wrong. I don’t know how my family will react to the news whenever I have a chance to tell them, no matter how supportive they are I know that there’s a fine line with what they will and will not go with. And even if they say they support me being bisexual I know that someone will still be weird about it. How do I even tell them? It’s not like its easy to put into conversation. Like, “hey Mom, remember how I kept saying I was straight? Nope! I like both guys and girls”? I know my friends will support me no matter what, just like I support them, right now I just wish that they were with me. I wish that they would hug me and let me release all the emotion within myself. All of the doubt and denial I have been having, all my fears of my family’s reaction, I want to let it all out. But I’m too much of a coward to tell them. So, here I am, instead of getting ready to run some errands I’m writing this on Voltron for my classmates and random strangers alike to see and am very close to crying once again. Like I said I’m not ashamed, in fact I love that I finally admitted this to myself. It marks another point in my path to self discovery. I just wish I had found out sooner. Maybe then I wouldn’t be drowning. Maybe I can finally break the surface of the sea of my emotions and swim back to shore… And maybe on that sandy shore there is somebody extraordinary just waiting for me to show up.

-Blue

I sucked in a breath rereading the post over and over again. There’s someone else! What should I do? Just leave it or… I looked at the signature again seeing an email address I’m sure “Blue” hadn’t meant to post. I opened up another tab and quickly made a gmail account.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Hello

Hello Blue,

I am just like you. I have an older brother in college who is both popular and the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, though he gets super awkward around this girl who he has had a crush on for as long as I can remember. Everyone admires him, and frankly I can’t blame them since I admire him more than anything. He teases and embarrasses me endless but I love him to death. Plus I have a secret blackmail stash of him lip syncing to ‘Risky Business’ when he forgot that I had gotten sick and couldn’t go to the zoo with my class that I’m saving for when the moment arises. One thing most people don’t know about him is that he can’t sing for his life. It’s so bad that I bought noise cancelling headphones for whenever he decides he’s in a good enough mood to sing in the shower.

I have friends that I cherish. Two of them I’ve known since first grade which practically makes them my siblings and one that I’ve met a few years ago when my brother was in high school and challenged her to a weight lifting contest. I swear he was about ready to ask her to marry him after she kicked his ass. We do what every group of kids do: play video games all night long, drink way too much coffee from Starbucks, pass inappropriate notes during class to see who would be the person to get caught first, and pretend that we are extroverts when we are actually watching some weird ass anime about a bunch of alien robotic cats on Netflix on most weekends.

Whenever I don’t have my friends in my class or it’s too risky to play our game (it’s becoming harder now as I suspect that our teachers are figuring us out), I usually like to doodle and write. Overall I am a decent student who is only getting by because of my genius friends helping me out.

Like I said, I’m just like you.

And I have one huge ass secret that nobody, not even my brother knows.

I’m gay.

-Red

P.S: You might want to take your email off your post if you don’t want jackasses hate spamming you.

I took a deep breath and hit send before my confidence left. It took a little more than a second for me to realize what I just did and another second to start freaking out. What the hell did I just do?

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22 hours. 22 hours of Shiro asking me if I was okay, my friends thinking I was in one of my ‘moods’, and my inner panic monitor overflowing before I hear my laptop’s notification sound over me taking out all my feelings on my punching bag. I would say that I did not completely wipe out after tripping over my clothes as I rushed over to get to it.

“You okay there Keith?” I heard Shiro call from downstairs as I pulled myself up on my desk chair.

Unfortunately if I said that I would be completely lying.

“Yeah!” I called back trying to calm down the burn in my cheeks. I clicked open my email trying my best not to get my hopes up. 22 hours and 37 minutes after I sent the email a true smile appeared on my face.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: re:Hello

Hello Red,

You don’t realize how honored I feel to hear that you chose me to come out to first. Though I totally get why you did. Sometimes It’s easier to come out to a complete stranger than your friends, no matter how close they are. When did you first realize?

It sounds like you love your brother a lot. BTW, how dare you have that beautiful creation as blackmail! You cannot tell me you’ve never done that dance before. For one, I wouldn’t believe you. And two, if you really haven’t then you are not human. I have a ton of siblings but I’m closest to my older sister. She wants to be a fashion designer and makes me model for her sometimes. I don’t mind though. I keep telling her that her stuff is ready to be out in the world, because they are amazing, but she’s not confident enough yet.

What kind of stuff do you write and draw?

-Blue

P.S: Thanks for the heads up on my email. I took that part down

Back then, as I typed my reply, nothing in the world would have prepared me for what would happen.

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There it is folks! I’m debating about writing Keith’s response to Blue’s last email but let me know what you guys think! And if you guys followed me early last month you may recognize Blue’s post, it’s because it’s mine (with some minor changes) that I posted when I accepted my sexuality.

#klance #voltron keith #keith kogane #voltron lance #lance mcclain

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themarauderlife · 7 years

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Hey! I happened upon your blog last night and I looovvvee your work! You have an amazing talent - please continue this! I was wondering if you could write a piece about Sirius befriending a shy girl as Padfoot and then falling in love with her when you have the time. Super fluffy!!!

This is a bit rushed but oh well, hope you like it!

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Sirius took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed with relief as the smoke billowed from his lips and out of the dormitory window he’d cracked open. He was filled with a tangle of turbulent emotions and the bitter taste was the only thing numbing the pain.

Merlin’s beard, he was a child.

His brother was a kid- barely fifteen, and he was already getting involved with known death eaters. Sirius had been trying to warn him, reason with him, but Reg had just shrugged him off, and soon the partaking of words had turned into the spitting of insults. Sirius had never meant for it to end like this, and his hand shook with barely concealed anger and hurt as he took another drag. If Reg refused to listen to him then fine, he could screw up his own life.

“For God’s sake, Sirius.” He hadn’t even heard Remus enter the room, but he could hear the irritation in the quieter boys voice. “I told you not to smoke in here. It stinks the place out.”

Sirius didn’t even bother to turn around; he gazed distantly at the afternoon sky, feeling emotionless and detached.

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Remus said, indignantly. “Put your fag out.”

There was a pause. The silence seemed to stretch between them.

“No.” Sirius said simply. He was tired of this; couldn’t Remus just leave him in peace? He wanted to mull over his idiotic brother and drown his sorrows in nicotine-fuelled indulgence.

“No?” There was a bewilderment in Remus’s voice, and under that, an edge; he barely got angry, but when he did the sight wasn’t pretty.

“Yes, Remus. ‘No’. Do you want me to repeat it?”

“What’s wrong with you today?” the werewolf growled, angrily folding the blankets on his bed and puffing up the cushions. When he was mad, Remus liked to burn off steam.

“Why do you care?” Sirius’s voice was deadpan. He twirled the cigarette between his fingers and watched lazily as the ash dropped onto the window sill he was perched on.

“Because you’re making a mess.” he pointed out, glaring. Sirius didn’t need to look at him to know there was a frown marring his forehead, and his lips were puckered together. Remus was easy to read- nothing like Sirius, who liked to keep his emotions hidden far beneath the surface. They were safer, locked up there. Less likely to leak out.

“Do I look like I give a damn, Remus? Do me a favour and bugger off. You’re being a right bore tonight.”

“A bore? How can you say I’m…” Remus took a deep breath, obviously trying to control his temper and work out systematically why Sirius was being such a prat. “Look, has something happened?”

Another pause. “No.”

Remus sighed. “Sirius, I’m not an idiot.”

No reply.

“Was it something to do with your parents?” he asked, cautiously. When he still got no response, his brow furrowed. “Did they… send you a letter? A howler?”

“No.” Sirius’s voice felt oddly croaky.

His impatience was showing through. “Well, what then?”

Sirius bristled. “Just leave it, okay? Merlin, Remus, why are you so bothered?”

“I have reason to be bothered when you’re smoking up our room!”

Something inside Sirius snapped. He whirled around, jumping off the windowsill. “I guess that’s all you care about, right?” he snarled, fury spilling out. “Well do you know what, Moony? Screw you. I never wanted to talk with you anyway” And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving a startled Remus behind him. On his way down the stairs he bumped into James, who’s eyes widened at the anger on his best friend’s face.

“Padfoot, what…?”

But Sirius didn’t have chance to hear what he was going to say; he had stalked down the steps, across the floor and out of the common room. His attempts to control his temper weren’t working- he felt like he wanted to punch something. He arrived at the main steps, headed through the entrance hall and out onto the castle grounds.

Somewhere along the way he had turned into padfoot without even realising it; in his animagus form he didn’t need to worry about the stress his human counterpart did- it was like a breath of fresh air, calm and relaxing. As padfoot, he wandered over to the black lake and curled up on a grassy patch, his head resting on his tail as he watched the ripples in the water.

He had just begun to doze off when he realised with a start that he wasn’t alone. A girl was sitting close by, her dark hair buried in a book. Sirius lifted his head curiously and glanced at her, sniffing the air. Her perfume had wafted over, and it smelt nice.

Cautiously, he padded closer to her. She was pretty, with big green eyes and chocolate brown hair, and he was surprised he hadn’t noticed her before. From her tie he could see she was a ravenclaw.

She glanced up from the thick book she was reading, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw the shaggy black dog; the expression was endearingly funny. “Hey there.” she said softly, smiling at Padfoot and reaching out a hand to ruffle his fur. “I don’t bite.” Her palms were small and soft, and he nuzzled into her, resisting the urge to lick her hand- sometimes his doggish instincts fired up, and he had to remember he wasn’t really a dog.

‘What are you doing out here, ey?” she asked, her eyes sparkling. “Do you come out here often?”

He wagged his tail in response, curling up beside her. She placed her book down by her leg and looked out over the lake. “I love the view here, don’t you? It’s the only place where I don’t feel like a complete weirdo.” Sirius attempted to lift his eyebrow in a curiously doggish way, and the girl laughed- the sound sent shivers down his spine; it was like a churchbell, warm and pretty. “I’m a little shy.” she admitted, grimacing at the confession. “I don’t really fit in very well here.”

Sirius frowned with confusion. How could anyone not fit in at Hogwarts?

“Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. It’s just…” She sighed, her expression filling with a sadness that made Sirius’s heart clench. “Sometimes I feel like a spare part, you know? Everyone’s so… extroverted here. With troublemakers like James Potter and Sirius Black running round the place, there’s never a dull moment. Sometimes I feel like I have something to life up to, you know? Like… I’m a bit of a bore.”

Sirius felt a pang. He’d never thought his and James’ stupid antics would make other people feel like that; never thought about it at all, really. He suddenly remembered how he’d said that very thing to Remus just half an hour previously; Merlin, he really had been a prat.

The girl lapsed into silence, obviously lost in her own thoughts, and Sirius watched her. In his dog form, he didn’t really feel attraction so to say, just a sort of warm, fond feeling that made him want to wag his tail and run around in circles. He settled with just nudging her hand so she’d pet him some more. The girl laughed again, scratching behind his ears- boy, that was nice- and sitting back to watch as the sky turned to a dusky pink.

Sirius couldn’t get that girl out of his mind for the next week or so. Her name was (Y/N), he learnt. A quiet Ravenclaw in the same year as him- he found his eyes watching her as she scurried along to her classes, dark head bowed and books clutched to her chest- and wondered how he hadn’t noticed her before. He tried multiple times to catch her, to say hello, but there always seemed to be a crowd between them, or she somehow managed to dart out of view- that girl was quick when she wanted to be.

“Got your eye on a Ravenclaw, Pads?” James asked coyly one dinnertime, spotting his line of sight. ‘I didn’t think you liked swots.”

“Shove off, Prongs.”

Lily elbowed him. “Not all Ravenclaws are clever or swotty, James. That’s an ignorant comment.”

He grinned. “Sorry, Evans. I’ll be on my best behaviour from now on.”

He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key, and Lily smiled in spite of herself. “Glad to hear it.”

Remus raised his eyebrows, smiling. He and Sirius had been on better terms after Sirius had cooled off and apologised, explaining the situation with his brother. Remus had said sorry too, admitting his fuse had been shorter thanks to it being two days before the full moon, and had been supportive of Sirius and Reg’s situation. “I didn’t know you went for quieter girls anyway, Sirius.”

“Well, you know me.” Sirius replied, smirking. “I never go for the easy catch.”

Lily frowned. “You treat her right, Sirius. (Y/N)’s in my Muggle studies. She’s a lovely girl.”

“I will. Don’t worry.” he said, though Lily didn’t look convinced. If only I have the chance to speak to her first, he thought.

Eventually, he settled for waiting by the black lake. It appeared that she came to that spot often, and he knew it was his best bet if he wanted a chance to get to know her. He hung around for a little while on saturday afternoon until she finally showed up, her brown hair pulled into a messy bun on her head and a pair of reading glasses perched on top.

“Hey.” he said.

Her face lost all it’s colour, turning pale before her cheeks flushed a magnificent scarlet. Wow, thought Sirius. He couldn’t help feeling a little bit pleased. I’ve never had a reaction like that before.

“Er, sorry…” she spluttered. “I didn’t realise… I’ll just-”

“No, it’s okay.” Sirius grinned in what he hoped was a welcoming way. “You can chill here.”

She looked like she’d swallowed something painful- her hands clutched her books awkwardly as she hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yep.” He stretched his legs out in front of him to show just how sure he was and watched as she sat down, hesitantly.

There was a pause.

“So.” she said, looking like she wanted the ground to swallow her up/

“So.” Sirius wracked his brain for something to say, but his throat had gone completely dry. This is a first, he thought. Never in his life had he clammed up around a girl.

The seconds ticking by felt like hours. He couldn’t believe he was screwing this up after wanting to talk to her for so bloody long.

“Do you come here often?” he blurted out finally, mirroring the question she’d asked him- or rather she’d asked Padfoot.

“Sometimes.” she replied. “The water… it, er, helps me think.” She glanced at him as if expecting him to laugh at her, but he wouldn’t dare. His nerves were on the edge.

“Yeah.” he smiled. “I get that too.”

He could tell she wasn’t sure if he was being serious- which was an outrage, since he was always serious- and for some reason, he felt an urge to prove himself.

They leaked into another silence.

“I haven’t really seen you round much.” he finally said. “You’re in Ravenclaw right?”

“Yeah.” she smiled. “Not many people have, I’m pretty quiet. But I’m a Ravenclaw through and through.’

He grinned; there was that house pride he admired. Nothing was better than a girl with a bit of spark. “Well you’re talking to a pure Gryffindor, I’m afraid.”

Her eyes sparkled- they were the prettiest green colour he’d ever seen. Emerald, as his mother would have described it- darker than Lily’s, but striking nonetheless. “Hmm, I think I know which house is better.”

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Who won the house cup the last two years in a row?”

“That was a fluke. We held a six year streak before that.”

Sirius scoffed. “A fluke? I say one time is luck, the second is skill.”

“Whatever, prankster boy.”

He bit back a smile at the nickname- it seemed the shy girl wasn’t quite so shy as he’d first thought. “What book are you reading?” he asked.

“Oh.” she glanced at it, as if she’d forgotten it was there. “It’s a muggle book called Pride and Prejudice. You wouldn’t like it- it’s all romance.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Who says I can’t be romantic?”

She blushed. “I never said that.”

“Good.” His grin was wide- he loved making her blush. “Do you always wear glasses then?” he asked, glancing at the set propped on her head. “I didn’t realise.”

“No they’re just reading glasses. I’m meant to wear them but I usually forget.”

He widened his eyes in mock-horror. “A forgetful Ravenclaw? No way.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re not all incredibly bright, you know. That’s just a dumb stereotype. Ravenclaws are picked for their wisdom and their thirst for learning, not necessarily their brightness.”

Sirius looked at her, trying not to smile. “You sound pretty bright to me.”

It appeared she didn’t know what to do with that compliment. “Well… thank you.”

“Pleasure.”

Over the next few weeks, Sirius found himself meeting (Y/N) by the tree. At first, she seemed surprised to see him there, but eventually she was at ease, coming out of her shell more and more the more they chatted and laughed with each other.

Sirius had never felt like this before.

His friends teased him mercilessly- James ribbing him for his crush, and Peter teasing him whenever they spotted (Y/N) in the hall, though Lily thought it was nice, and she was happy for him. When he was with (Y/N), it felt like he was hypersensitive to everything- each and every little detail. He watched the way she folded her hair behind her ear with those delicate little hands; how smiles came easily, and her laugh even easier. She’d throw back her head and her eyes would sparkle, making his skin was tingle. Sometimes the strength of it was so powerful, his chest would squeeze and his throat would burn, and he’d have to resist the urge to kiss her- but he wasn’t going to, not yet. Lily had told him to take it slow and that’s what he was doing.

As it got colder, the nights grew darker, and soon they found their saturday afternoons had turned into saturday evenings, watching the stars sprinkle across the inky sky as the evening faded into indigo. He loved seeing how the moonlight illuminated her features; she was bathed in shadow apart from the curve of her shoulder, the trace of her lips, the arch of her cheekbone and the sparkle in her eyes. She was so beautiful- quietly and simplistically beautiful, and he was taken away by her. She wasn’t like any other girl he’d ever met.

They lay side by side, looking at the stars one night, their hands so close they were almost touching, and Sirius wished he could close the distance. With any other girl he would have, but with (Y/N)… what they had felt too dangerous to lose.

“Look at that.” she whispered, pointing at the sky. “That’s the sirius constellation.”

“Is it?” He’d been too busy looking at her to notice. “I’ve never seen it.”

She traced the lines connecting the stars with her finger. “It’s called the ‘Dog Star’, did you know that?”“No.” He stared up at the constellation, suddenly wishing he could look for Regulus’s. They’re parents had named them both after the stars.

“You know all about dogs though, don’t you?”

“What?” His heart leapt into his throat, though when he turned to look at her she was smiling. This was dangerous territory.. “What do you mean by that?”

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t put two and two together, Sirius?”

He groaned. “Merlin’s beard, this is embarrassing.” He peeked at her. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

She laughed and tugged his hands away from his face. “It’s okay. I think it’s awesome, what you did for Remus.”

Shit. “You know about Remus too?”

She scoffed. “Of course. Anyone who spent any time with you lot would realise sooner or later.”

He smiled softly, the panic fading. This was (Y/N). He could trust her. “Or you’re just incredibly intelligent.”

“That too.”

He didn’t need to ask her if she minded- he knew the answer already, so he settled for looking back at the stars.

“Is it very hard on him?” she asked a little while later, her voice quiet. “The full moon?”

Sirius nodded. “It takes it’s toll. But we cope.”

“It’s good of you, what you do for him. I’ve never known friendship like that.”

Her voice sounded small, and Sirius felt a pang of pity. “You do now.” Recklessly, he thought ‘screw it’, and grabbed her hand. “You’ve got me.”

The nighttime was making her feel rebellious too, it seemed. She swallowed, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Is that what we are then?” she whispered eyes boring into his. “Friends?”

Sirius tried to read her expression, tried to determine what she was thinking, but gave up in the end, giving way to his more reckless side. “If we were just friends, would I do this?”

And then he was pressing his lips to her- at first the kiss was soft and sweet, gentle lips caressing each other, but then the passion, the desperate need he’d had for so long revved its engine and they were crashing their lips together, moulding against each other, hands roving and hair becoming tousled and ruffled in the darkness. (Y/N)’s bun fell out of it’s hair tie and Sirius ran his fingers through her soft locks, rolling so she was on top of him and then under him again, making sure not to hurt her. They came up, gasping for air. “I guess not.” (YN) whispered, breathless with laughter. “But I hope this means you’ll be turning into a dog sometime soon, prankster boy.”

He laughed, his chest erupting with glee. “You bet. I demand a scratch behind the ears by Monday morning.”

The sound of her laughter was like music to his ears.

#sirius black #sirius fic #sirius black oneshot #sirius x reader #marauders #marauders era #lily evans #jily #james potter #remus lupin

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Name: Seth J. Rivera (Sebastian J. Roth)

Alias: Wildfire

Titles: Detective

Age: 29

Date of Birth: 11th of February

Zodiac: Aquarius

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Gay

Species/Race: Human

Occupation: Police Detective, First Grade of the Superhero Division in New O City

Alignment: The Good Guys

Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, Mandarin

Current Relationship Status: Single

APPEARANCE

Height: Tall

Body Type: Athletic and lean

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Brown

Hair Color and Style: Black, tight curls, short

Distinguishing Marks (tattoos, scars, etc): a burn mark on his lower back up, going from rather dark brown into his skin tone, and the Superhero Division Number as a tattoo on his left heel

Birth Defects: None

Clean Shaven, Stubble, Rugged: Clean shaven to Stubble, but never excessive on either

Usual Clothing Style: When not in Blue Police Force clothes, then fine and proper clothes, but never of real cotton or real wool, because he doesn’t see why he should feed companies which make too much money by exploiting animals/the poor, etc. However, just because his clothes are of a good material and good cuts, doesn’t mean they’re very properly put on. Ties awry. Socks caught in pant-hems. Buttons escaped. Sleeves always a bit stained, thus tied up.

PERSONALITY

Hobbies: None, really. He used to doodle a lot, and he still does, but now, instead of staying immersed in his comics for hours, he does it while calling people at work, or while having lunch. Cooking, he’s good at, but he would not himself call it a hobby. More of a necessity turned nice. (especially since he has the means to buy good food, he likes the idea of sharing his meals with people who might not have). Same as for working out. He does it a lot, and loses himself and can think well when, but that doesn’t mean he’d consider it a hobby.

Strengths: *cough* Super-”

Weaknesses: While not overly-sensitive, he does feel emotions, and they can show on the outside. He tends to fidget, or lose his voice out of lack of breath, and while it doesn’t really bother him, it can give away how he really feels, and that can get dangerous.

Quirks/Habits: Lots of fidgeting. When hands are occupied, legs take over. When legs are occupied, he chews his tongue.

Religion/Philosophy: None, but respects all

Political Affiliation: Stands by the Police Force (for now)

Outlook: Positive, realistic, but not naive or blinded

Likes: Empathy and humour in other people, and generally the outsides, greens, and wide views

Dislikes: Processed food, wet clothes against skin, small spaces

Usual Demeanor: Confident but not arrogant, appear rather casual, not stressed or stressing, so a straight, calm demeanour with an attentive gaze

Quick to Anger or Difficult to Anger: Difficult. He acts out of a sense of justice and duty, pity or care, never out of anger or hate.

Easily Approachable or Not So Much: Very easy to approach.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert

PAST

Hometown: New O City, Water

Childhood trauma: Well, I guess his father leaving him and being super bad wasn’t all that cheery. But while I’m sure it influenced him in many ways, he wouldn’t call it a trauma. Psychotherapy is a thing very well regarded in New O City, and people have psychotherapic check ups the way you go to the dentist. If there was anything troubling about this, he would’ve gotten over it by now.

Parents: Father, Cyrus Roth, Hellfire, left his wife, Sarah Roth, thermo-regulation, when Seth was still a toddler. When Seth’s powers showed, he came back every now and then, proving himself not only violent in his supervillain attire, but also in his private home. He tried to get close to Seth, but his mother made sure he would not stray off the good path. When Cyrus found out, he got very angry and left for good. Seth was about 10 years old, then. After that he showed twice or thrice, with gifts, always trying to win Seth’s trust back, but always leaving angry upon noticing that he had failed. Seth was 16 when his father was arrested for mass-murder, and after finishing gymnasieschool school, at 17, he decided to go live with the hero who captured his father and live with him for a year, to learn from him. Paragon is like a dad to him now.

Siblings: None. He had a younger sister once but she was taken as a toddler by the Inter-City-Program after his mother was left by his father and decided she couldn’t raise two children on her own. He never met her, thus doesn’t miss her. Sometimes he is curious, though, to know who she is now, twenty years later.

How events shaped their outlook on life: He’s aware that whatever you are born with or into, it is your job to choose where you want to die with and on.

#inspo

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