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the heart is a muscle: chapter 4

words have been written

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I LOVE THEM AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Some more bartylily sorry

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sorry for suddenly stopping talking to you yeah lol i had a curse laid upon my mind and it convinced me that you hated me. no sorry i activated it due to my own folly. yeah i miss you a lot but you do hate me now

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I fear they put crack cocaine in jegulus fanfiction because why am I obsessed with reading about a canonical dead dad and a character that had 3 lines. Yall writers took dust and made an empire and I love longing in it. Thank you for your service #longlivejegulus

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why don't you answer these?

because i don’t want them on but i have no idea how to shut them off ☝️

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it never made sense to me why i, as an eldest daughter, kinned regulus black over sirius until i realised that a lot of people characterize him as an eldest daughter

regulus is alone, he’s got nobody on his side.

he’s a people pleaser, taking his parents punishments and sacrificing his life for his brothers happy ending.

the responsibility falls on him, it’s his duty as heir to take the mark.

always too much on his plate, but he perseveres, keeps his head down, takes the curses and pushes through.

if not for himself, for sirius.

he’s strict, bossy and overall nobody’s cup of tea.

he’s afraid nobody around him would ever truly love him if they knew him to his core.

he’s not enough for people to stay

he tries, so so hard for someone to hear him, for someone to help.

he dies trying, always trying, always too late

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every time i get the "you've got kudos!!" email i jump a bit and want to hide

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Roses - @rosekillermicrofic - 209 words

Barty looked up, confused. He’d never seen Evan look so distressed.

“Rosie, what’s—“

“Did you kiss Dorcas?” He asked breathlessly.

“Did I…” Barty’s brow furrowed. “I mean, yes, but that was a long—“

“Do you like her?”

“What? Rosie, what’s—“

“Just answer the question.” Barty’s eyes widened as he saw the panic in Evan’s eyes.

“No, Evan. I don’t. Kissing her was actually how I realized I was gay.”

“You… you’re…” Evan suddenly sighed in relief, running a hand down his face. “Thank Merlin.”

Barty took in Evan’s appearance. His slight breathlessness from apparently running so far, his relieved expression, his sweaty hair.

“What brought this on?” Barty asked cautiously. Evan paled.

“I… uh… Pandora just told me… and…”

“Are you mad?”

Evan’s pale eyes almost bulged out of his head. “What? No, no no no, not at all, Barty!”

Barty leaned back against the sofa, still confused as ever. “Then why…”

“I…” Evan swallowed. “*I* wanted to kiss you.”

Barty stopped thinking. His brain fully stopped, along with his lungs. 

“Do it.”

“What?”

“I said do it, aren’t you listening?”

Evan immediately dropped down next to him and pressed him back into the couch with the kiss.

And Jesus fucking Christ, if that wasn’t the best kiss ever.

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this scene gave me so much mental illness I can’t even explain what this did to me

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— bartylus.

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sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

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@wolfstarbingo2024 for the prompt they were roommates, 635 words bingo masterpost

It's been two years, eight months and five days since Sirius first met Remus, when they were randomly assigned as roommates in their first year of university.

He'd been sick to his stomach all morning waiting for his roommate to arrive, running through a thousand different scenarios in his head, each seemingly worse than the last.

What if we don't get along? What if they have shit taste in music? What if they snore? What if their friends are annoying and they bring them around all the time? What if they have a partner who's annoying and they bring them around all the time?

What if no one shows up at all?

So when his new roommate does eventually arrive that afternoon – nervous smile, baggy sweater, scar across his nose, duffel bag slung over his shoulder – and introduces himself as Remus, Sirius realises pretty quickly that all of his worrying had been for nothing.

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It's been two years, eights months and two days since Sirius decided he wanted to sleep with Remus, when he first saw him walk out of their shared bathroom, towel clutched around his waist as he darts out to grab his forgotten clothes.

"Sorry, forgot these," Remus says with an apologetic smile, scooping the folded clothes from the end of his bed with the hand not holding his towel in place, and disappearing back into the bathroom.

It's a crisis Sirius doesn't need only three days into the semester, sitting red-faced and cross-legged on his bed, trying to focus on his timetable instead of the droplets of water dripping down Remus' chest that he has the overwhelming urge to lick from his skin.

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It's been two years, one month and six days since Sirius realised he's in love with Remus, when they both fell sick with some sort of stomach bug and spent a feverish 24-hours talking across the space between their twin beds in between bouts of sleep and cold showers.

"If we died in here, how long do you think it'd take for someone to notice?" Sirius asks from where he lays corpse-like under his covers.

"Jesus, Sirius. What happened to the power of positive thinking?" Remus attempts a laugh, before grimacing and clutching at his stomach.

"Oh, that's long gone. I'm writing my will in my head, now."

"God, you're dramatic." A pause. "Can you write one for me while you're at it?"

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It's been thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes since Sirius found out that his unrequited love wasn't so unrequited after all, over a sink of dirty dishes of all things.

Hands submerged in the hot, soapy water as he washes their dishes from dinner, he calls out, "Hey Moons! Can you help me for a sec? I've got this piece of hair in my face and it's driving me nuts."

Appearing from the other room, Remus shuffles across the kitchen in his pyjamas and socked feet, rolling his eyes fondly at Sirius as he reaches out to tuck the stray strand of hair behind Sirius' ear. Sirius tilts his head in question when Remus pauses, hand hovering over his ear for a few moments before it slides into Sirius' hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling their lips together in a kiss.

It's instinct more than anything, that has Sirius wrapping his arms around Remus' back to hold him close, realising a moment too late that his wet, soapy hands are now soaking into the back of Remus' t-shirt; not that either of them really mind.

"Good morning," Remus mumbles now, a sleepy smile on his lips as his tired eyes find Sirius' on the pillow beside him, their legs tangled together beneath Sirius' sheets.

"Good morning," Sirius whispers, a lovesick grin on his face as he kisses Remus softly. Just because he can.

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something something regulus always being someone's second choice until he meets barty

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marlene 🤝 regulus

having a crush on james potter’s parents

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Happy jegulus dayyyy

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Can't believe I'm obsessed with a bitch named bartemius