#still shouting

Six weeks, ten cities, zero rest. The Marauders’ world tour is officially a fever dream of bus sits, pyros, paparazzi, and exhaustion so deep it hums. Marlene’s running on fumes and caffeine, patching the chaos together one Sharpie note at a time while Sirius keeps singing secrets he won’t share This chapter has: 🚨 Tour fatigue – the slow unraveling between cities 🔥 A Texas meltdown – cramps, chaos, and cocoa ☕ Sirius with a heat pack and unexpected gentleness 💔 Marlene remembering Montreal, still hearing ghosts in his lyrics 🎂 Vegas on the horizon – and Sirius’s birthday about to blow everything open

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Tho I'm sure Raz, being a little kid and all, shares embarrassing stuff about Dion. Kinda feel like they would have that Bob and Gene dynamic from Bob's burgers where Raz would say something embarrassing and Dion would tiredly say his name and give him a look.

Raz: Wow Lizzie you can play guitar? Dion tried to learn once because of this girl he used to like but he ended up accidentally breaking it infront of her

Dion: Raz

Raz shares the embarrassing stories on purpose. He knows exactly what he's doing.

“I made you this wooden sculpture,  to remind you how much I love you! ” - Chayton

“I appreciate the day we met...and being together until today honey, thank you for everything, I owe you my life because my heart you already have it”

Leave it to SYLVIA, of all deities, to tempt fate with such a brazen game of chance... but he had been no less of a fool to let his brother goad him into trying his luck with the goddess of life.

When the dice rolls into a 1, he's too busy mentally sputtering at the odds of it all to notice her making her move. The strangled cry of surprise that escapes him when Sylvia grabs him by the shoulders is promptly silenced by her mouth, her lips pressed against his.

Soft. Warm. Intoxicating. It's like the world suddenly stops on its axis. Everything else ceases to exist, blurred and indistinct as he focuses on only her and the sweetness of her lips. His hands twitch and flex, eager to take hold of her, but they never get a chance to.

Before he can muster another coherent thought, she's gone, leaving him feeling cold and just a little bit helpless. Damn it.