Charlie's 1x1

[ Dragons and legends ] It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon. the brave men did not kill dragons; the brave men rode them

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He sighed in small relief at her words, glad to be home, to be together, and even more glad that he hadn’t pulled her away from something she’d wanted to stay at. And being as this particular event was smack in the middle of two full moons he had no good excuse not to go - not that he ever told her no if he could help it. But still, it was for her happiness, not his own, and he felt the rest of the tension leave his shoulders as she helped him. 

Shawn’s eyes snapped back up to hers as she continued, suddenly worried. Had he spoken too soon? Had she wished he would have stayed longer with her? He hated the idea that she may be disappointed and it be his fault, even if indirectly. But this was easily fixable, wasn’t it? “Oh yeah?” He murmured, pointing his wand quickly at the Wizarding wireless and hoping for an acceptable song - which for once, the universe obliged. “I think there’s still a little time left tonight.” Shawn smiled softly at her as he opened his arms in invitation and took a step closer.

A smile stretched across Julia’s face as she moved closer, letting his arms around her. “I’ve always liked this song.” She hummed along for the first few notes as they swayed together to the rhyme.  She closed her eyes, drinking in the feel of him, so close and so strong. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling perfectly happy and content.

The moment soon came to end with the song, however, and Julia  sighed regretfully as she opened her eyes. She didn’t pull away right away, though, and just stood there for a moment longer. “It’s getting late,” she said softly. “I should go.” Little did she realize that the light snow fall had started to turn into a blizzard.

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He felt his smile grow wider as she stepped into his arms - something he couldn’t seem to keep at bay like he once used to. It was a smile reserved only for her, even if she couldn’t see it - a smile only she had ever been able to pull from him. Shawn’s eyes flitted closed with a contented sigh, listening to the soft sound of her humming and letting it relax him. 

His arms tightened reflexively around her as the song ended, almost as if he were still afraid to lose her after all this time. After all, how could you fully trust something that was far too good to be true? But she didn’t back away yet, either, and he turned his head to kiss her cheek. He looked up then at the same time she did, his eyebrows furrowing as his arms loosened a bit. “Uh, yeah, about that....” Shawn started, meeting her gaze and letting the rest of the sentence go unfinished as he saw she’d noticed the snow, too. 

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miladyroleplay​:

“Me too, to be honest.” Julia smiled as she reached out and pulled his tie the rest of the way off. She had hated dragging Shawn to the reception as she knew that those sort of events always made him uncomfortable. She would have gladly gone by herself, but she knew if she had, the hostess would no doubt have tried to set her up with someone and that was something Julia was keen to avoid. Telling someone you had a boyfriend never seemed to be enough. He had to be physically present for people to believe it.

“It is a shame though,” she said, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “that we left before the dancing started. That’s the one thing I was looking forward to.” Julia always loved to dance, but dancing with Shawn…any excuse for him to put his arms around her was a good one and she had been looking forward to it ever since he’d reluctantly agreed to come. Unfortunately, she had felt the need to spare him any further discomfort by lingering longer than they already had and had agree to leave early.

He sighed in small relief at her words, glad to be home, to be together, and even more glad that he hadn't pulled her away from something she'd wanted to stay at. And being as this particular event was smack in the middle of two full moons he had no good excuse not to go - not that he ever told her no if he could help it. But still, it was for her happiness, not his own, and he felt the rest of the tension leave his shoulders as she helped him. 

Shawn's eyes snapped back up to hers as she continued, suddenly worried. Had he spoken too soon? Had she wished he would have stayed longer with her? He hated the idea that she may be disappointed and it be his fault, even if indirectly. But this was easily fixable, wasn't it? "Oh yeah?" He murmured, pointing his wand quickly at the Wizarding wireless and hoping for an acceptable song - which for once, the universe obliged. "I think there's still a little time left tonight." Shawn smiled softly at her as he opened his arms in invitation and took a step closer.

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It had been a remarkably boring morning - so boring, in fact, that it almost made him angry. He hadn’t completely settled yet into his role as Potions Master, and the mundane nature of it all made his skin crawl. He barely even got to brew anymore, and when he did, it was rarely of his own choosing. No, it was always Poppy needs this or Kettleburn’s run out of that. Like he cared. But still, it was part of his job description, apparently, so he did it (albeit with more than a little griping). Severus wasn’t a man who enjoyed change, and although this had been of his own choosing, it didn’t entirely feel within his control and he found himself at odds with the entire situation. The only good thing was that the added personal friction he was feeling seemed to make the students even less eager to do anything to set him off. Still, when he got called to the Headmaster’s office that afternoon in his free period it was with no small sigh of frustration that he scraped his chair rather dramatically across the tile floor and got to his feet.

It had only gotten worse from there. He could tell by the look on the Headmasters face that this wasn't the normal kind of meeting - not another student complaint, not a check to see how he was settling in. He had sat, back straight and tense, and as he listened, his knuckles turned white with the force of his grip on the arms of the chair, although he betrayed no other sign of his growing panic. Daisy has been attacked. Not an accident, not a first time mother making more of a normal pregnancy than she should. No, Daisy had been attacked. And he could imagine why. 

He had said nothing to the Headmaster, not a word, and yet he had a feeling he hadn't needed to. Somehow, the man seemed to already know what was running through his head and his heart. Usually it would annoy Severus, but at this moment it served him well. With shaking hands, he had pushed himself up and been out of the office almost before the words were out of Albus' mouth. She's at St. Mungo's. Luckily, Poppy's floo had a direct connection (strictly emergency only), and he was there in a matter of minutes, asking a rather scared looking receptionist to point him in the right direction - apparently his demeanor worked on more than just students, although right now he couldn't blame her. He could only imagine what he must look like - half crazy and half ready to murder someone. 

Finally reaching the right room, he paused at the door, not sure he was ready. How many times would she be hurt because of him? Still, even if he had wanted to run, he couldn't. He had married her, he had stood up and promised to be there for her no matter what. So he turned the handle, and his breath escaped him. "Daisy." He whispered, immediately finding his way to her side and taking her hand - she looked so fragile. "Daisy…." 

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A light snow fall could be seen from the widows as they entered the room. She sighed and threw her purse down onto the couch. “Well that was….interesting.” She pulled off her navy coat to reveal a pail green dress underneath. “Certainly not what I was expecting.”

She sat down and pulled her legs up, unconsciously twirling a lock of her red hair around her finger. She sighed again before looking up at him with a sympathetic smile. “Sorry I dragged you into it. I know that’s not your type of thing. But I appreciate you coming with me all the same.” She patted the seat beside her, inviting him to join her.

Barely inside before he was rather roughly tugging at the bowtie around his neck, Shawn simply grunted as she spoke. He could say quite the opposite - it was exactly what he had been expecting, except the difference between them had been that he had much lower expectations than Julia had. He never liked events like those - black tie events. He had never felt so out of place or uncomfortable in his life; but she had asked him to go, and he had a hard time denying her anything.

He had managed to untie the bow, but let it hang against his chest, too tired to actually bother taking it off completely. Sighing, he reached next for his cufflinks as he came to sit next to her on the couch, unable to take his eyes off of her and the distracting way she played with her hair - one good thing about nights like tonight was how beautiful she always looked. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He murmured, and even though he had hated it, it was the truth. He would rather be somewhere he hated with Julia, than somewhere he loved without her. Leaning in to give her a light kiss on the cheek, he finally let a small smile lift his lips as a sigh escaped him, finally content. “Glad to be home, though.”

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Julia felt a twinge of disappointment that he didn’t try and push the matter. “Yeah,” she nodded. “And I should get going. It’s…it’s getting late.” She didn’t move, even though she knew she should. It was late and she could only imagine the look on her dad and stepmom’s faces if they learned she had stayed at a boy’s place so late. While they both liked Shawn and had never voiced any complaints about him, Julia didn’t think their approval would extend to a late night stay.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. It was too pleasant just sitting there with Shawn beside her, noticing that he made no effort to rise either. Neither spoke, but neither had to. The silence was not awkward nor uncomfortable and it wasn’t long before Julia felt her eyes growing heavy and her lids began to droop. She closed them and barely registered as her head slid onto Shawn’s shoulder. The peaceful quiet and his warm presence were enough to make her feel safe and secure as she drifted off to sleep.

He swallowed hard at the thought of her leaving - he didn’t want her to, but he wouldn’t try to stop her either. He wanted her to be happy, even if it meant he didn’t get exactly what he wanted. That much, after all, he was used to. But when she didn’t make any moves to actually get going, he relaxed again. Shawn’s thoughts drifted once more to the shower, and the way the hot water would surely help loosen his aching muscles, but it was losing it’s appeal more and more as each second went by with her next to him. Strangely enough, she seemed to have the same effect, and even with the stark reminders right in front of him with the aching joints, scratches and dirty clothes - the full moon almost seemed like a distant memory already. It didn’t seem to matter as much, with her so close.

Shawn let loose a small sigh, the rest of his tension leaving his body, the thought of getting up and doing anything seeming more and more ridiculous with each passing moment. His eyes were heavy, his limbs even heavier, and before he realized it his breathing had slowed and he had drifted off. He was only vaguely aware of her head on his shoulder and he shifted ever so slightly to make room for her to be comfortable, a fleeting smile lifting just the edges of his lips.

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“Oh, I still ended up in detention. Usually for unrelated reasons.” Ivy laughed, shaking her head. Thinking back on her time at Hogwarts, she was genuinely surprised she wasn’t kicked out of school. She rarely attended classes, and when she did, she did rather poorly. She was a bully, picking on people for no reason. None of the professors were fond of her, she only had a couple of friends. At the end of it, she chose not to drop out just to prove to everybody that she could get through it. “Detention wasn’t so bad, depending who was supervising. I bet detention with you is fun though.” Ivy smirked up at him as he moved closer to her. The thought of being alone with Severus in the potions classroom was far from a bad thought.

Still staring up at him, Ivy took a moment to think of how to respond to him. She’d never really had any issues with comebacks, but it was different with Severus. She wasn’t trying to one-up him like she would with anybody else, she was simply trying to have fun with him. “Maybe it would defrost my heart a little bit, but having the scent of burnt rubber on me certainly wouldn’t do me any favors.” As his gaze moved away from her, she pulled her wand out quickly and cast bombarda on the nearest stack, eyes growing wide as she watched everything explode, bits of metal and sparks flying in all directions. “You can’t tell me that isn’t pretty. It’s like fireworks but ten times more dangerous.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “I remember.” He drawled, shaking his head minutely. She had only been a year ahead of him, after all, and her reputation had preceded her. He had overheard more than once the teachers complaining about her and how often they had to see her after class hours for various offences. At the time, it had been a turn off for Severus, model student that he was. But as he had loosened up as he got older and started to see the appeal, he had come to rather respect the brazen way she ignored the rules that didn’t fit in with her plans. On some level, he rather wished he could be more like her, even now. His eyes snapped back to her at the mention of his own detentions, and he took a second to think how to reply. He knew exactly what she was getting at, and the thought did send a thrill down his spine and directly into the pit of his stomach, but he took another tact when answering. “I assure you it is nothing of the sort. I try to make them want to never return, so that I may have a night of peace now and again.”

He considered her words before nodding, giving in to her point. The smell of burning rubber was rather foul, especially to delicate senses such as his. He tried to bite back a sigh as he felt her stir as he turned - surely about to do exactly as they had been discussing. He watched the sparks with disdain, glowering at them for a moment before he turned his back once more. He really hated fireworks. On many occasions, the ones from Zonko’s had been aimed at him over his school career. “They serve a purpose.” He commented idly, pulling his own wand out and toying with it between his fingers as he glanced around them for a suitable target for himself. 

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Things between him and Rita had been surprisingly good lately. It seemed as though they’d finally found something that worked between them. Calling them friends might have been a stretch considering there was very little words exchanged for the most part, but at least they were getting along. It wasn’t their usual day to see each other, but Ludo was off work and didn’t have anything better to do, so he figured he’d go see if Rita was up to something, and if she was, at least he could see Brisket. Still having a key (which he meant to give back during the break up, but now it was far too convenient for sneaking in and out when need be), he simply let himself in, kicking off his shoes as he wandered into the house. It was odd that Brisket didn’t greet him at the door, but it made more sense as he walked into the living room to find the two of them napping on the couch together.

“Brisket.” Ludo said softly, grinning as he heard his tail softly hitting the couch. “Come here.” Ludo sat down on the floor, motioning for Brisket to join him. Chuckling softly as he watched the dog groggily slip off the couch, Ludo was more than happy to simply sit here and cuddle with his dog while Rita napped. He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there, long enough for Brisket to gain a little bit of energy and actually begin playing with him, before he heard Rita mumbling something. Figuring she was probably still asleep, he tried his best to ignore it. Until she said his name. “Hmm?” He hummed, eyes moving towards her. She was definitely still asleep… Was she dreaming about him? A smug smile hit his lips as his mind wandered to what she could possibly be dreaming about. Apparently his mind wandered too far, and Brisket yelped to get his attention. “Shh!” Ludo hissed, bringing his gaze back to Brisket, “You’ll wake your mother.”

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It had been slow at the Prophet lately - perhaps why she’d been spending so much more time with Ludo. It was never supposed to be more than the one time on Halloween - it hadn’t even really supposed to be that, either - but Rita had never been good with too much time on her hands. It was a slow couple of months in the news world, and it surely wasn’t for lack of trying, there just didn’t seem to be anything interesting going on. And Merlin knew if there was, she would find it. To be a fly on the wall wasn’t a cliché for no reason, after all. She had stayed up late trying to finish a rather boring article about a new expansion team being added to the European Quidditch League (any byline was better than no byline, after all) and with nothing to do, decided to curl up with Brisket for an afternoon nap. Uncharacteristic, but the sun was streaming through the windows making her warm and comfortable, and she’d turned on the Wizarding Wireless Network to a slow song her mother used to listen to. 

She stirred slightly, something disturbing her as she slept, but whatever it was didn’t wake her entirely and she hummed softly in her sleep. She’d been having the best dream, which was odd, given Ludo was in it. Usually, even when they’d been together, even in her dreams she’d usually been mad at him about something. But this time, they’d been cooking together - the kitchen looked exactly like it had when he’d been living there, but the strangest part was that she was enjoying it. And then the spoon had clanged against the floor, he had bent her over the counter, and….well. Her toes curled, she shouted his name, and then the damn dog had to bark. She opened her eyes, somewhat startled, her heart beating a little faster than usual for someone sleeping so soundly. Why the hell did he have to bark now, of all times? And what had even set him off now? She turned her head, blinking a few times as she registered what was in front of her. Ludo was sitting there, thankfully still looking at Brisket, but - surely she was simply not entirely awake yet, right? Her eyes widened slightly as he looked up at her and noticed she was awake and she flushed slightly, pushing herself up into a sitting position. How long had he been there? “Ludo?”

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"Severus, skipping class?” Ivy feigned shock, a fake gasp falling from her. “How rebellious.” She teased, her expression changing back to a natural smile that for some reason always seemed to be on her lips when she and Severus were together. “You’re starting to sound like me. I think I skipped class more often than I went to class. I became friends with Moaning Myrtle, you know. It was the only way to keep her from telling the professors I spent my day in a bathroom stall.” Ivy laughed softly, hopping back up on to her tire swing.

“No, tires are no fun to blow up.” Her head shook slightly and her shoulders shrugged. “Bits of rubber aren’t as fun to watch. Not like those.” Ivy pointed to multiple piles of old junk cars that were basically just skeletons of what they used to be. All of the useful parts were taken from them, and now they were just left here to rot. “Sparks literally fly from them when you hit them in the right spot. They look like fireworks, it’s beautiful.”

He snorted, but made no answer. Rebellious, hardly. He had never skipped a class in his life. Well, that wasn’t strictly true; but he had never skipped any class that could actually teach him something, and even then it had only been at Lucius’ insistence in their seventh year. Professor Binns hadn’t even noticed. But he had never skipped a potions class. “Sounds miserable.” He commented, scrunching his nose slightly. Moaning Myrtle was on his short list of the worst things about the castle - the only reason she wasn’t higher up was the ease with which he could avoid her (especially as she was mainly found in the girl’s bathroom), unlike Peeves or the other ghosts. “I think I’d have rather taken the detention.” A bit of an unfair statement, really, when the man had never been on the receiving end of one to know. Severus let loose a small sigh, finding himself strangely at ease now that they were together, more relaxed than he had been all week - a feeling he had to admit to feeling rather often around her, but one he was still largely unfamiliar with.

Severus watched her idly for another moment or two before taking the few extra steps to join her near the tire swing, reaching a hand out to wrap around the rope. “If you do it right they’ll catch fire and create a rather impressive blaze.” He leaned over her a fraction, meeting her eyes. “Might help keep that cold, dead heart of yours warm.” A smirk lifted the corners of his lips as he teased her. He straightened, shooting a glance over his shoulder at the cars in question. “I never was a fan of fireworks.”

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Honestly, Dirk kept waiting for Sirius to interrupt him, to steamroll over the conversation demanding his own way like he always did but… he managed to actually get to the end of his little speech. It was so unlike the other not to jump in that it took some of the wind out of sails and rather than shoving the man out so he could get gone he ended up just, standing there, waiting to see what would happen next, his palm resting on the door handle for a quick escape.    

When he did speak, Dirk’s brain seemed to hit a block. Gone… Gone? Gone like she was dead? Had there been a battle? Was he standing there yelling at a grieving man he didn’t want to see him anymore or- Oh… Broke up. Of course, just like he and Sirius had been off and on now he was pulling his crap with her and wanted a shoulder to- “What?” he spoke quietly, staring at Sirius but not wholly seeing him, just looking forward in shock. “What’s ‘it’ supposed to be?” he asked, part of him already connecting the dots but he wanted Sirius to say it, he needed him to. There was no way he could even begin to try and process this otherwise. How? How did this happen? What was-    

His hand slid from the the doorknob and he slowly walked over to Sirius, eyes wide and then… his arm reared back and he sucker punched Sirius right in his muscled gut. “Asshole!” he yelled, stepping back as Sirius would no doubt need to bend over, “You asshole! You think you can just, just make me feel awful for months! Walking around town with her! Trying to get me to act normal when my heart’s been broken and now, NOW when I finally try to get away for myself you came waltzing in here and just expect me to-” he cut off with a sniff and realised he couldn’t see Sirius clearly through a haze of tears clouding his vision, “How am I supposed to trust you? To trust any of this? You broke my heart Sirius!” he staggered away and slumped onto one of his kitchen chairs, arms resting heavily on the table. He sniffed again, “You broke my heart…”      

Dirk was silent for longer than Sirius had anticipated, and if Sirius had thought that staying silent while he was talking had been difficult - this was impossible. But somehow, he did it. He didn’t want his words to be empty promises, and if he was going to prove himself to Dirk, he had to start now. What was it? He was certain that Dirk knew exactly what he meant, but he would give him anything he asked for - now and for as long as the other man would allow him to. So he opened his mouth to clarify, but found himself on the receiving end of a fist to his gut instead. Yeah, Dirk definitely knew exactly what he meant.

His muscles tightened at the impact and he doubled over, clutching at his side as his breathing picked up - since when could Dirk punch so hard? Not that he shouldn’t have expected it, but…. he hadn’t expected it. Sirius nodded, taking a step back from the other man as he tried to catch his breath. He might have deserved that, but it didn’t mean he was going to let Dirk get more than one in. Sirius held up a finger as Dirk finished - he had been listening, and he wanted him to know he had more to say, but speaking wasn’t the easiest task for him at the moment. He took a few deep breaths, straightening and stretching his abdomen to get the muscles to relax. “Alright, I deserved that.” He admitted with another nod, sighing somewhat and running a nervous hand through his hair. “But just -” He shook his head, not sure what to say, even still. This wasn’t the part he was good at, but he knew he had to do his best regardless, and that’s what was so frustrating - he could see now that even his best was far less than what Dirk deserved. But still, he had to try.

“I know.” He said quietly, trying to let all the I’m sorrys he should have said before now infuse his tone. He followed him, a bit hesitantly, to the table and sat across from him. His hand moved to hold Dirk’s but stopped halfway, unsure, before dropping awkwardly to rest between them along the wood. “I know, and I’m sorry.” Sirius wasn’t hiding from his actions anymore, but wasn’t sure that would change anything. “And I don’t expect you to trust me, not now anyway. Not yet.” It was a hard thing to admit, all of it was, but he had sat with it for days and he knew better than he’d ever known anything that this was what he wanted, and he would do whatever he had to to get it back. No price was too steep to hold Dirk in his arms again - to give him everything he should have given him the first time. “I’m just asking you to not say no. That’s it.” He met his eyes, his own wide and hopeful, and more than a little scared. “I don’t even need a yes right now, just…. just not a no.”

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Julia froze as Shawn’s request sunk in. Her face felt warm and she fervently hoped she wasn’t blushing. “Oh…uh…” she bit her lower lip, her brain scrambling to come up with an answer. Her heart was beating wildly and no words came to her. He was so close, it was heard to think straight. 

“I’m a restless sleeper,” she managed to say. “I’d probably keep you up.” 

He hadn’t really thought about it - it had just sort of slipped from his brain and out his mouth; something that rarely, if ever, happened to Shawn. It was almost dangerous, to be around her, to feel the way he did about her and to be so comfortable as to lose his control like that. But he was too tired now to consider the thought very much, and there was little to be done about it regardless - he felt the way he felt, he couldn’t help that. His heart sped up a little as she hesitated, although surely she wasn’t going to agree?

Even though he saw it coming, the denial still stung and he nodded as he turned his head away again, not wanting her to see the emotion behind his eyes that he was certain he’d be unable to mask in his current state. Julia always seemed to know him in ways he didn’t expect - and he didn’t think it was just because of her gift, either. “No, yeah, you’re right.” He said quickly, a bit awkwardly, trying to fight the urge to clear his throat. She wasn’t right - he doubted anything would keep him up tonight. In fact, it would probably only make it easier to sleep if she were next to him. Shawn sighed. “I should take a shower.” He stated, although made no move to get up from his place on the floor.

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Sirius had always been better at hiding things than Regulus, but he was trying his best to gauge his reaction. He was still surprisingly calm, which he supposed he was thankful for. Regulus wasn’t really looking for a fight, he didn’t really have the energy to keep fighting with his brother. But he’d kept a secret from him for years, one that had been dangled right in front of his face. He wasn’t really mad about it, either. Impressed and confused, but he wasn’t angry. Eyes widening slightly as Sirius put the pieces together, Regulus instantly shook his head, not wanting Sirius to know it was Severus that told him. “It doesn’t matter how I found out.” He replied defensively, realizing he was probably giving himself away with his tone. “All that matters is that I did find out.”

With a sigh, Regulus leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes on his brother. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his tone softer this time, genuine. “Snuffles has been hanging around for years, he’s my friend. That… That could have been us. You didn’t have to hide anything, we could have squashed this years ago.” Running a hand through his hair, Regulus shook his head slightly, realizing that was what he was upset about. He didn’t want to continue being on the opposite side as Sirius. He tried to reach out before he left, but Sirius shut him down. Regulus tried, why was Sirius being so secretive? “I’m tired of fighting with you, Sirius. Can’t we just be honest with each other?”

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Sirius rolled his eyes a little at the answer - as if that didn't prove he had hit the nail on the head. Still, he supposed, there were probably worse people the man could tell than his little brother. It was a thought that took him by surprise, but he had waited for this moment for years. He had always assumed Severus knew about them, but why he had never let it slip was beyond him. If the situation were reversed, Sirius would have told everyone he could. But that didn't matter right now - something to ponder later, or never. Still, Regulus surprised him. Was he not mad? He seemed to get angry at everything Sirius did, especially if it involved the other three and excluded Reggie. What was different now? With something this big? 

Sirius looked at him critically, steepling his fingers in front of him as he thought. He didn't know what to say, honestly. He took a deep breath, trying not to let the tight feeling in his stomach take over. Swallowing, he finally nodded and sat up a little. "Could we have, though?" He asked, scrunching his face a little. "Really?" He wasn't trying to be accusatory, but he honestly didn't think it would have been that easy. Whatever had changed between them now (he still wasn't sure, but it was clear something had) it didn't change the fact that they had hated each other then. Regulus had always been trying to take him down, in some way or another. Would he have put Sirius in that much danger? He wasn't sure, but he believed it possible, at the very least. But what about now? He nodded once more, deciding to give him an explanation of sorts without actually answering his second question. "I just…. wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't intend to make it such a habit, to…. string you along like that." He made a face, not finding the words he wanted. "I never wanted to leave you here alone, I just - " He sighed heavily. Regulus might not like it, but he would be honest. "I didn't trust you." 

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“You’re welcome,” said Julia softly. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, an urge that kept growing the lower they sat there beside each other. She forced her thoughts away and onto something else, anything to keep her thoughts from dwelling where she knew they shouldn’t.

“A little,” she admitted, not wanting to lie. She stifled a yawn. “Though not as much as you must be, I’d imagine.” She gave him a sympathetic look. “You should get some sleep.”

He squeezed her hand back, but even to himself it felt weaker than normal as the exhaustion settled into every bone in his body. His eyes drooped, but he felt bad falling asleep after everything she'd done to make sure his night was even the tiniest bit better. 

Shawn nodded at her answer as a yawn escaped him, the back of his head scratching against the seat of the couch. Opening his eyes a crack, he turned his head to look at her - the movement bringing their faces close enough that he had to take a beat to collect himself. Swallowing thickly, he pushed through, and before he could think about it a question had fallen off of his lips. "Come lay with me?" He whispered, holding his breath in the silence that followed.

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Ivy was at the junk yard, just as she normally was on the rare occasion that she had time off from all of her jobs. Relaxation wasn’t ever her strong suit, she always needed something to do or else she got antsy. She had written to Severus inviting him along with her, but it was a weekday and she knew he would have to teach classes, so she wasn’t sure whether or not he’d show up. Ivy made herself a a tire swing, finding one of the few trees in the yard and securing an old tire with some rope she’d found. Swinging her legs slightly as she leaned back, a smile spread across her lips as she noticed Severus approaching and she sat back up again, jumping down from her swing to greet him. “Didn’t expect you to show up.” She said, arms folding over her chest, “How was school today?” Ivy asked in a teasing tone, knowing it was likely miserable.

Severus had been in a foul mood all week. One of his students had gotten him sick - him and half of the rest of the class, apparently, and he had been tasked with brewing extra flu potions, making him even grumpier. So by the time Friday rolled around and Dumbledore suggested he take the day off to rest, he had agreed even though he had taken the last of his prior supply of potion and was feeling fine. And as fate would have it, he actually had somewhere to be that day. Somewhere he would much rather be. He nodded curtly as Ivy called out to him, kicking a stray piece of metal with his boot as he wound his way toward her. "I wouldn't know." Severus replied easily, the touch of a smirk hitting his lips. "I didn't go. Although I would hazard a guess that it was less than pleasurable." 

He stopped just in front of her, nodding to the swing. "I'm surprised you repurposed it and didn't just blow it up."

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Dirk sighed. The words, the man they shouldn’t have an effect on him at this point. He was done with him. He’d- he was going to move on. This wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t good. It hurt… “Come in.” He opened the door and steeled himself, swiftly closing it before turning to continue speaking. “Look Sirius.” he took a breath, “It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I can’t.” he took in a shaky breath, the words coming more easily with every syllable. “I said you could still be in my life but I was fooling myself, we both were. This-” he gestured between them, “It hurts. It hurts me, every time. To the point where it’s all I can think about and that is not the person I want to be.”

He took another breath, his hand still resting on the doorknob, “I’m stuck in this situation and I don’t want to be anymore. I’ve got a two month mission to get my head straight and when I come back, I don’t think I can see you anymore. You’ll have Remus, James, Peter, you’ll have… her, Dirk couldn’t bring himself to say her name. “You made choices and I didn’t get a say. But I get one now. And you don’t get to take that from me.” he looked into Sirius’ eyes and shook his head a little, the sight still made his heart skip a beat, “I don’t want to be this person anymore.” he finally repeated, voice quiet but steady, “I don’t want to be unhappy. And being with you in any situation other than what we had will make me unhappy. Please respect that.”    

It was hard - but Sirius stayed silent. He opened his mouth to speak, to interrupt, but he instantly thought better of it and closed it again, waiting, letting Dirk say his piece. It was only fair, especially if Sirius wanted him to return the favor. It was something he'd come to realize lately - he barged in headfirst and expected everyone to just agree with him. It seemed so obvious to him, that surely everyone would see it the same way. But he'd begun to learn the hard way that that wasn't how life worked. It wasn't easy - it never was but especially not now - Dirk's words hurt him. But he didn't know the whole story, he didn't know that this time was different. So different. 

"You do get a say." He said quietly, unsure exactly where to start, what was the best way to convey everything he was feeling in a way that the other man might believe him. "She's…. she's gone." His voice was steady, matter of fact. He wasn't here because he was upset. "I broke up with her. She -" Sirius shook his head. The details didn't matter. "And I'm not here for a shoulder to cry on." He continued quickly, trying to beat Dirk to the punch. "I'm here to tell you I want it back." 

He released a long held, shaky breath. This was it, wasn't it? The moment of truth. It wasn't exactly how he'd wanted it to go down, but with Dirk trying to run out the door on him, he didn't have the advantage of time on his side. And since when did Sirius beat around the bush anyway? "What we had - you can have it. We can have it." He took a tentative step toward him, trying to close the gap that had been between them for a year now. "I was wrong. I treated you like shit and I hate myself for it. Please - I'm sorry." It wasn't something he said often, but he'd shout it from the roof a thousand times over if it would make Dirk see that he meant it. "Let me make it up to you." He looked at him with wide, vulnerable eyes, swallowing nervously. "Just give me one more chance. That's all I want. Just one." 

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Too Late?

When: February 5th 1982 Where: London - Dirk’s Apartment With: Sirius Black @charlievvrites​

All in a backpack. His life, the next two months, maybe even longer, all compressed down into one little backpack. Or course, said backpack was enchanted to hold an almost comical amount more than it should’ve been able to (he had Lily and her exceptional Charm abilities to thank for that) but it was still somewhat disconcerting to think that everything that held some material important to him was contained in this one object. 

His boss thought he was going travelling, and he’d encouraged it, told him he was working too hard, that some time away would be good for him. Mr. Mockridge had followed that up with a gentle concern for his safety but he’d shrugged it off politely. After all, he was going to walk among Giants; if any Death Eaters did try to go for him, he’d be more worried for their safety than his own. 

There was no putting it off any longer though, the Portkey was waiting and while Professor Dumbledore had told him he could wait a week or so he had little need nor desire… what was keeping him here, really? He was alone. Avoiding his parents, his best friends sided with those who wished him dead. His love life… what love life? Shaking his head a little, Dirk went to pick up his backpack when there was a heavy few knocks at his door. 

Frowning, he quietly withdrew his wand and walked to the door, looking through the peep hole, he stepped back and sighed, looking down for several seconds until around round of knocks sounded, then opened the door. 

“Sirius.” he said, sounding tired as he pulled the door open, “Whatever this is I don’t have time. I’ve got a Portkey waiting and a month’s long mission to start. I’m sure Remus will be happy to hear you concerns” 

They’d been there - the warning signs. And he’d ignored them, just like he’d always managed to overlook anything important. But they’d been easy to write off - the Yaxley family was deep in the Dark Lord’s pocket.... but so were the Blacks. Wouldn’t it have been hypocritical of him not to give her the benefit of the doubt? But everyone else had called it down the line: she’s not like you, you’re different, she won’t leave them. But he’d been with her for over a year, he thought he knew her. But not only had she not left them, but she’d joined them. And she hadn’t even told him.

There were other, smaller things - he should have seen it coming. They were fighting all the time, and even when they weren’t, their time together wasn’t the same. They were distant and it had seemed like the harder they tried to hold on, the further away they seemed to get. But still, he’d stayed. Loyal as a dog was what they said, wasn’t it? He’d never thought of it as a bad thing until now. But the image of the Mark on her arm was seared into the back of his eyelids, haunting him every time he closed them. 

But that wasn’t the worst part.

Was he upset? Yes. But he was also....relieved. He was mad at her, but mostly at himself. And as he sat at home wallowing, he realized he was mostly mad at the time he’d wasted when he could have been with Dirk. The thought had hit him like a brick wall - he hadn’t been expecting it, but with it, everything shifted and suddenly he found himself on the familiar porch, but he was suddenly nervous, completely unsure of the reception he’d receive on the other side. Things had gotten warmer between them - but only slightly. Not enough to give him even the tiniest shred of his usual confidence. But he had no other choice. So he knocked.

“Please.” The word fell from his mouth unbidden - not a man to beg, but there was no other word for it. He was begging him. “I..... I was wrong. About everything.” He couldn’t stop himself, he had to find a way to make him listen, and he knew he had no time to waste. Dirk could - and likely should  - slam the door on him at any second. Did he tell him they broke up? Would Dirk think he was simply there for comfort? Sympathy? He wanted him to know, but he didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Why was this still so hard for him? Why did Sirius have to make such a mess at every turn? “Please, Dirk. I don’t want Remus.” The unspoken hung heavy between them: I want you.

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Daisy continued to watch him, taking note of his body language. It was obvious that he didn’t want the job, and she knew that it didn’t matter what Dumbledore said to him, he wouldn’t change his mind. Severus was set in his ways, it was one of the things she usually loved about him, but in a situation such as this one, she hoped that he’d at least consider his options. She frowned, hating that they were here, that things needed to be so difficult. Of course there was a part of her that was happy, there was no one else she’s rather be in this position with, but sometimes she wished that things were different. Finally prying her eyes away from him, Daisy turned her attention back to her pickles and peanut butter, chomping down, satisfied with her choice in snack.

As he continued, her eyes instantly moved back to him, brows furrowed in confusion. "When you quit?” She questioned softly. Quitting his job shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? Why would they care? But then she realized, as her eyes drifted to his arm, that he wasn’t talking about his job. “Oh, when you quit…” Daisy paused, brows still furrowed as she pouted. “You didn’t mention that you were thinking about quitting.” She was having a hard time hiding the smile that was forming on her face. She was glad to hear that he wanted to distance himself from the Death Eaters, even though she knew it would bring on a whole new wave of difficulties for them. Knowing that Severus likely wouldn’t want to talk about it for longer than he had to, Daisy decided to change the subject. “I got a letter from the doctor today.” She said, reaching for her wand to summon the letter. Times like these she was quite glad she was a witch, not needing to get up and walk across the room to grab things. “I think it’s to tell us the sex of the baby. I wanted to wait until you were here to open it.”

Severus sighed rather heavily at her question, not particularly wanting to go into detail about all of that just now. He knew he'd have to eventually, but he was tired, and he hadn't sat with the decision long enough to be any sort of confident about it. He wasn't sure he ever would. There was no good choice here, was there? But then she seemed to catch his meaning and he sighed again, smaller, relieved. "I don't mention a lot of what I'm thinking." He replied, lifting his head but not continuing to eat just yet. Suddenly, his appetite was not what it had been a few moments prior. 

But just when he had resigned himself to having a conversation he very much did not want to have - she surprised him. The change of subject was both welcome and appreciated so much that he picked his fork back up. He thought not for the first time that he didn't give her enough credit. Perhaps she did know him, better than anyone else ever had. But if that were true, and she still loved him the way she insisted….. it was a foreign concept to Severus, and one that scared him more than anything else. "Oh yeah?" He asked, interested more than he thought he'd be but somehow still willing to bet it was still less than Daisy would have liked. "If it's a girl, kill me now." He sighed, tilting the takeout box so he could get to the rice at the bottom. “Go on, then.”

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“That’s why I stayed,” Julia said, her voice just as quiet as his. “I would have wanted someone here…if it were me.” She hummed softly for a few minutes before saying, “You’re not alone any more, Shawn. Being there for each other…it’s what best friends do.” I’d do anything for you, she added in her thoughts.

Being here with him after one of his transformations…it felt right. She couldn’t image being anywhere else. Or with anyone else. To others looking in, it might not make sense. But to her it made perfect sense. She just didn’t know why it had taken her so long to see it.

Shawn turned his head to look at her, his hair sticking up at odd angles where it rubbed against the leather of the couch. He sighed, nodding ever so slightly. He never thought he would want anyone here with him - hell, he didn't want her here with him at first. But now that she was… even he couldn't deny how much it helped. 

You're not alone anymore. That was the heart of it, wasn't it? He'd always been alone. Ever since that thing had attacked him - no one had wanted him. But Julia…. He swallowed thickly, suddenly emotional. Best friends. It felt wrong, but not in the usual way. Not like he didn't deserve so much of her affection, but…. but like he craved more. He moved his eyes away suddenly, not sure where the thought had come from. Furrowing his brow, Shawn took another sip of his chocolate, but it was proving hard to think with her sitting so close to him. Tentatively, he reached a hand out to cover hers without saying a word. Maybe he was just tired.  “I....” There was so much he wanted to say, but he was suddenly overwhelmed. “Thank you.” Shawn cleared his throat, feeling let down by himself that that was all he had managed. “Are you tired?”