“What would you do if I didn’t come back?” - i’m gonna need this for sirius and moira please!
this took so long and the end is so rushed, I apologise in advance, Becca!
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Moira caught up with Sirius on the front stairs.
“What is the matter with you?”
“What is the matter with me?” Sirius stopped and turned around to her so abruptly that she almost bumped into him. “Are you seriously asking me this?”
Moira just stared at him in reply; eyebrows raised expectantly and arms folded in front of her chest. Everything about her posture was a challenge.
“Just let it go, Finnigan,” he growled through gritted teeth. He wanted to leave, but her hand on his arm stopped him.
“What happened?” Her voice was suddenly so small and Merlin! why was that even worse than her anger? He was hungover and tired and irritated, why did she have to do this now? Did she really not understand how easy it was for her to undo him?
“How did we go from last night -,” she pointed back to the house - to a fireplace that was now cold and two crumpled blankets on the floor; to an empty plate with toast crumbs and to fingers linked in their sleep - “to this? I was gone for two seconds, I just don’t understand what could’ve possibly happened to make you so angry...”
“Oh, I get it!” Sirius said, something like realisation dawning on his face. “You’re worried that something happened with me and that boyfriend of yours while you were getting ready to kick me out.”
“Gideon?” Moira turned to the house at the mention of him, half expecting to find his ginger head of hair in one of the living room windows. But he wasn’t watching them. Of course he wasn’t. Gideon would never do that. He trusted her blindly. Suddenly she felt sick with guilt. Because he shouldn’t.
The truth was that she hadn’t been worried about Gideon. The truth was that she hadn’t been thinking about him at all.
“Don’t worry, Finnigan. We were both perfect gentlemen.” Sirius laughed, but there was no humour in it. In fact, he sounded almost cruel. “But maybe you should ask yourself why you’re here - outside, in the cold, with me - instead of inside with Prewett, who probably has a few questions about the guy he found sleeping on his girlfriend’s living room floor with his girlfriend.”
He shook his head with another joyless chuckle when she didn’t answer. Because what was she supposed to say that he didn’t aleady know? And what could she say that wouldn’t set them on a path they couldn’t see through to the end?
There wasn’t anything to say and Moira knew, because they had done this before. She remembered a fight exactly like this back at Hogwarts - the memory coloured a warm, golden hue by the dying embers in the fireplace of the Gryffindor common room. And Moira still remembered how this fight had ended.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” Sirius asked as if he had read her mind. “It’s like we’re stuck in this circle - always running, always pulling away from each other and in the end we’re right back where we started. Right back where we are now. Don’t you ever stop and wonder why we keep doing this, Finnigan?”
He looked at her and there in his eyes - hidden deep under anger and frustration and a darkness she had witnessed swallowing him more and more with each passing day of this war - she saw the plea. Recognised it as what it was, because once upon a time it had been her.
(“And what exactly are we, Black?” )
Had it really only been two years? It felt like a lifetime had passed them by since that night, when she had dared him to make a move and he had broken her heart in return.
(“Say it. Just this once.” )
"We run away, because we know we’re bad for each other,” she told him. Because as painful as it was to say it out loud, it was the truth. As was what she said next: “But deep down we want to be wrong and this is why we keep coming back.”
“What if I stopped?” It was a threat, Moira thought, not a question. “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”
( A look. A dare.)
Sirius was right. They were running in circles. A painful cycle made of anger and pride and stubborness. And cruelty - had she not enjoyed the look of shock on his face when he had first realised she was with Gideon? Maybe it was time to break the cycle. To leave one last time and don’t come back. The mere thought drove tears to her eyes.
Her hand was still resting softly on Sirius’s arm and he was holding her gaze in that way that made it impossible for her to look away.
Stop me, his eyes begged. Make me stay.
And she wanted to. She wanted it so much that the feeling turned into an ache in her chest. They had been so close so many times, could anyone blame them if they finally - finally! - gave in? And yet...
“I can’t...,” she whispered, wiping the first stray tear from her cheek.
Another look back to the house where Gideon was waiting for her - loving and trusting and too good for her in every sense of the word - and barely long enough for Sirius to notice. But he did. He stiffened. Pulled his arm away. Took a step back. And just like that Moira knew that he would close the circle forever.
hello i would like to ask about (Un)Tying the Knot!!
(Un)Tying the Knot is a fic for the Beyblade fandom (which is an anime just in case you don’t know). I haven’t written anything for it yet so you don’t get a snippet but I can tell you what it’s about! (aka I’m gonna basically tell you the whole plot. Also, you don’t need to know anything about the fandom itself to understand so don’t worry about that!)
Seventeen-year-old Tyson Granger doesn’t like change; he likes things exactly the way they are and would stay in this perfect moment of his life if given the chance. But then his father Tatsuya, widowed since Tyson was three, returns from a archaeological dig and announces that he’s proposed to his girlfriend and they’ll soon be married. After that his older brother, Hiro, drops the news that he is going to attend his two years of grad school studying abroad (they live in Japan.) And his grandfather, Ryu, starts acting erratically (more-so than usual) and gets a devastating diagnosis from the doctor. Tyson can’t cope so he decides the only way for things to go back to normal and for things to be “right again” is if he schemes and plots and finds a way to stop his father from getting married. It’s not that he doesn’t like his father’s fiance; she’s very nice but, well, she’s not his mom and she’s changing everything.
While all this is happening, he’s also grappling with things in his friend group changing too; Kai is giving up the sport of beyblading to work at his family company, Kenny might graduate school early to go to university in New York, Max’s attention has been shifted to his new baby sister Charlotte, Ray is stuck between going back to his village in China or taking a chance with expanding his culinary skills in Italy, and Crystal (my OC) is working towards achieving her new dream of becoming a pediatrician. The only one he has to turn to and lean on is Hilary, who takes the time to listen to him and talk him through his issues compared to the rest of their friends who (unintentionally) push him away and downplay his fears.
So the fanfic is all about change, growing up, and how people react to things shifting in their worlds. It’s a Tyson/Hilary fic with maybe some other couples in the background but they’re not super important. But, for extra fun, it includes a pushy wedding planner, an opinionated mother-in-law, a flaky assistant, and spunky bridesmaids.
🌹, 🍑, 💛, 💤, 🍇, 🍆, 🌺 for Daxia pls and thank you!!!
🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?
Daxia makes friends and enemies incredibly easily! She is definitely the type of person who can talk to absolutely anyone, she has a semi-photographic memory so she can make conversation about pretty much anything. She’s very likeable, especially in her later years at Hogwarts, and popular.
But, like I said, on the flip side she also makes enemies easy. She can hold a grudge like no one else and holds everyone to a high standard. At first people saw her as the enemy from the off, which was very intimidating for a first year, and that’s why she has a bit of a complex about telling people her surname, she isn’t sure how they’ll react and all she wants is to be liked.
🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?
Anything sweet! For no particular reason other than her massive sweet tooth. At Hogwarts her and Remus would regularly share all of the Honeydukes chocolate they had stashed under their beds, she’d regularly go down to the kitchens where the House Elves would make her all kinds of sweet pastries. Lily also introduces her to muggle sweets which she loves - snickers bars and prawn cocktail crisps are her fave.
As for drinks she obviously loves the Pumpkin juice and butterbeer but when she gets older and she’s introduced to coffee, tea and hot chocolate and her life is changed.
💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?
Daxia wears her heart on her sleeve and loves fiercely. If she likes you, you know about it. If she doesn’t you know about it. There’s no in between, no grey areas and she doesn’t put on a front to save people’s feelings. She knows it could get her into trouble but it’s not something which concerns her, she doesn’t really think about it that much, she doesn’t let it worry her because that’s just who she is and she isn’t going to change herself for anyone.
💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?
Pre-Hogwarts Daxia is a spoiled little brat who loves being the centre of attention in her family. Before she starts her first year she is the golden child and is doted on my everyone. She showed her magic early so everyone was super proud of her and had really high hopes for her in the future.
Once she is sorted into Gryffindor of course all of this changes. She goes back home for all of the holidays in her first year and is shocked by the change in how she is treated by the adults. She isn’t abused in the same way as Sirius is by his parents but she does go from being the centre of attention to barely getting any at all, she is shut up in her room and is fed by the House Elves. The only people who still give her attention are her cousins Rodolphus and Rabastan so she clings to them a little bit.
After first year, when her friendships with the marauders and Lily are more solidified, she definitely rebels more and more. She decorates her room at home in Gryffindor colours and wears her Quidditch jumpers around the house, she becomes more and more interested in muggle things and keeps collections of stamps, coins, anything vaguely muggle related. This is obviously the change in her and she doesn’t regret a single thing nor does she miss being the darling of the Lestrange family.
🍇 Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?
Night, Sun, Summer
🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?
All (it depends on how she’s feeling), Sweet, Fruits
🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?
When she finishes Hogwarts her and Sirius both get tattoos - hers is of a fox, of course, and his is of paw prints. They’re magical tattoos which move when someone they can be trusted by is looking at them - which helps a lot in the war. She has scars and a dodgy knee from Quidditch as well as scars from fighting the Death Eaters later in life.
Tall, tanned and slim with a bit of definition in her muscles from her constant exercise, she’s often found running or surfing. A few scars litter her body, one on her right knee and then a few track marks on the inside of her elbow. Light brown hair that was lightened due to years in the sun, might be slightly damaged because of this.
7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.
Comfortable and practical. Often wearing a bikini underneath. Sometimes wears baseball caps. Loves flannel shirts and has stolen almost all of them from Edward, who doesn’t complain. But can dress up well
10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?
1. A surfboard.
2. Her dog, Bear.
3. Sunglasses.
4. Her car.
5. Some Cigarettes
ooh.... “What’s your probl–” “YOU. YOU ARE MY PROBLEM.” for gabby and cheryl 👀
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Gabby was surprised when Cheryl told her she was going to her house after school that day. Even more surprised that she went along with it, walking to the passenger seat of Cheryl’s care before she even knew what happened. As if it was a year before, when things were normal and they were constantly at each other’s houses.
But it was a year later, Jason was gone, and nothing was normal. Cheryl didn’t seem to have gotten that memo, she flittered around her room like a hummingbird stopping at every flower to take in some nectar--the only difference being that the flowers in Cheryl’s room were the numerous red dresses she was trying on in the mirror for the dance.
It was like a flashback to the year before, where Gabby would look through magazines and give her two cents on the dresses while Cheryl decided on which one would be just perfect with the Cheryl Blossom Stamp of Approval. But this time, they sat in silence.
Going through the motions, a silent movie where all their actions were over the top and pantomimed to tell the best story. And yet, as Gabby watched Cheryl, she watched the movie she was playing out. The silent film star in her silent movie, grieving, crying out for help but not asking. Using Gabby as a crutch.
Well, she wasn’t a crutch, she was strong. She was a soldier.
Gabby got up to leave.
Then, finally, Cheryl spoke. “Do you think this dress dress is too slutty?” She asked, twisting this way and that. “Not Megan Fox slutty, but, like, Veronica Lodge slutty?” She twisted back and forth, the skirt of her dress blowing out.
Gabby folded her arms. “I don’t know.”
“I mean, I have to be the best dressed and give the idea that I’ll do everything.” Cheryl leaned into the mirror and started to touch up her makeup. She rolled her eyes. “Not that I would. That Lodge girl...there’s something to be said that Hiram Lodge was marked as a disgrace. I can’t imagine what that must’ve done ot her. What do you think.”
“I don’t know, Cheryl!”
“She thought she could use a oaltry, Ggossip Girl like kiss with Betty Cooper to--” Cheryl’s eyes snapped to the side, seeing Gabby move. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“What’s your probl--”
“YOU!” Gabby exploded. She hadn’t yelled that loud, but since Jason had passed, his music didn’t drown out the house. Now her voice echoed infinitely. “YOU’RE MY PROBLEM! You asked me over here to try on dresses as if we’ve been talking to each other every day. As if we had these plans for weeks. Not like you haven’t ignored me all summer and let me to rot in that hospital.” Cheryl swiped a line of lipstick over her lips, brushing away excess at the corner of her mouth. “Not that you said I was dead to you that night on Sweetwater River! Where you let him get between us when we promised nothing like that was going to happen. You ruined my life...and you’re going to act like nothing happened?” Gabby continued, feeling her voice wobble with a coming sob she worked hard to keep down. “That nothing happened to Jason?”
Cheryl continued fixing her hair, she batted it over her shoulders, left and right, then, satisfied with the way it fell into place, she turned back to Gabby. Looked her in the eye and reached out, grasping her hands firmly in hers.
“Jason would want us to be friends again,” Cheryl said quietly. Almost zombie-like. Gabby could see in her eyes, could see that Cheryl was being sincere. That she was just as broken as Gabby was. But Gabby knew Cheryl, really knew her, knew that she could put on an act when she wanted.
She saw it, first hand, when Cheryl suggested they have a dance in Jason’s honor, acting as if school spirit was the one thing that’d get her through life. Not like her twin brother had just died only a month before.
Now she saw Cheryl waiting or her response, steadily tightening her grasp on Gabby’s hands as the seconds passed with her silence. So much so, that Cheryl sounded sinister, not sincere when she prodded Gabby forward.
