Green Light

Lies and Smokes

ANOTHER UPDATE, you can actually thank my friend B for that, she's been motivating me quite a lot.
WHICH IS A REMINDER, do you like teen wolf? Do you like the Marauders? Do you like well written books? With funny authors? Then please i am begging you to go onto ao3, go to @/GodComplexer and go onto their story "Jade Rocket " it's quite literally the best teen wolf au i've ever read.

and with that,

Content Warning:
Smoking
Swearing
Olivia Rodrigo hate
Descriptions of Anxiety

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Pandora was anxious. Not the anxious that left you feeling slightly breathless and worried, but the type that had your fingers shaking aimlessly when holding them up, the type that made your chest lock in on itself as your heart shoved heavily against your ribs. The type of anxiousness that left Pandora's painted nails chapped and sore.

Marlene walked in, smiling over at the girl as she placed her work down, "No new dates for the races?" Her soft voice was angelic compared to the anger usually laced between her words, never aimed at her colleagues, only the people she was interrogating.

"Nope, I thought you would of had something considering you're losing sleep over the case." Pandoras eyes soften on her, so much time wasted on something so much bigger than a race. "You look knackered, why don't you take the day off, I'll go through everything again and let you know if something comes up, okay?"

The tension in the girls shoulders relaxed almost instantly, a look of relief passing over her face, "Pandora you're a life saver. All it is are reports and talk of the black brother's. I promise it's nothing too hard." Her hands pushed the papers towards her and she gripped the bag that was slung carelessly across her arm, "I'll be back in tomorrow, I need rest."

Pandora nodded in agreement and let the girl leave, watching the door swing shut and the room slowly fall back into a silent dance of nothing.

Before she could lift her hand towards them, her phone lit up, vibrating violently against the chair as an all familiar name came up on the screen. She cursed under her breath and grabbed it quickly before answering.

"Tom—, sorry, Sir." Her nails dug into her palms harshly as she stumbled across her words, wincing at the mistake. The man breathed heavily down the line as her heart sunk in fear.

His rough voice spat at Pandora nastily, "Believe me when I say if you haven't found out anything good, you'll fucking know about it."

"I have! I have, it's great news I assure you, please." She grabbed the paper in front of her on a whim, hoping desperately there was something new to report to him.

Her eyes skimmed over the photos and statements in a flurry, before spotting a bright snapshot of two young boys walking together. Relief washed over her instantly, gripping the paper she returned her attention back to the man.

"Regulus Black and James potter spotted walked back to the Potter Manor." Although to an outsider this news didn't seem like much, but this was the Golden Ticket in Pandora's eyes. This confirms the rumours of the relationship between the two boys, which creates a weak point for Regulus in the future.

There was a short pause, "Is that all?"

"Pardon?" She asked, her throat dry and scraped from the lack of water she had drank today.

"Is that all? Is that what I have to work with?" His tone was sharp and cruel, a strong bite to his words left Pandora's confidence shattered across the table.

With a deep breath, she responded with a false friendliness, the taste of highly concentrated metal washing around her freshly bitten tongue "That's all I've been given, if that's what you mean, Sir."

"We need to get our plan in motion as soon as we possibly can. I expect you to find me something else, something that actually helps." He spat.

"I thought I did—" She was cut off by the beep of the ended call. She slammed the phone harshly down onto the table, cursing loudly to herself. "You stupid fucking slimy evil little short-dick man."

The fact she was even helping him made her skin cold, showers of pebbles lifting up across her arms. The weight of constant guilt forced itself up and down her throat day to day, every-time she had to look at her friends in the eyes. She would forever be working against them, she couldn't stop if she tried.

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"You betrayed me, and I know that you'll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt yeah,"

"Turn that stupid shit off Remus, damn." Peter wasn't afraid to hide his distaste for the song that played openly from the radio in the kitchen. He could just about handle Bowie and Queen, but once Olivia Rodrigo started screaming, he had finally met his match.

Remus was stood doing the dishes, a calm atmosphere flowing through the house, which didn't often happen. "Don't be a spoilsport, it's just background noise anyway."

"Background noise that's actively biting my ears off." He quipped, scowling at the radio as if it would entertain his childish tantrum.

"Well then bite it back," Drawled Remus, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. He stood the last plate onto the draining board, snatching the tea towel hung from the cupboard door.

Peter had been visiting Remus daily, checking in on how he's doing, and if there was anything he needed help with. Though every-time he came round, he was met with a love sick Remus who refused to put his phone down.

"No new messages from Pad-Thumb yet?" Peter asked, grateful to watch as Remus turned the song down to hear what was being said.

His eyebrows scrunched together as he grimaced, "Pad-Thumb?"

The boy nodded calmly, as if what he called Sirius could be easily explained, "He's always messaging you isn't he? His thumbs are always on the pads?"

"You can fuck off with that nick-name immediately," Remus stated rudely, walking towards the couch Peter was spread across comfortably.

"Hey it was only a bloody thoug— Umph!" He was interrupted as Remus sat down on the bottom half of his legs, placing all his body weight upon Peter's bones. "Get off me you muscular vogue model!" He bowled out, bucking his knees into Remus' thighs.

"If you stop saying dumbass things I'll stop doing dumbass things, deal?"

"It wasn't even fucking dumb it was a suggestion. Nicknames are a thing, they're trendy, popular even." Peter reasoned annoyingly, still stuck trying to free his trapped limbs.

"It's not trendy it's embarrassing. Pad-Thumb? The only pads he's touching are his acceleration ones, he's a racer don't undermine him with a nickname from texting." He lifted up off of the boy, snorting as he cradled his legs to his chest.

"Then bloody Pad-Foot then. How's that you grumpy sod?"

Remus shrugged, reaching over the coffee table to the packet of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips, "That could work."