#I'm just tired of golden boy james

[darkcrowprincess]

Jegulus thoughts:

I love jegulus, but I also want bully James. James who's a little cruel. Who's a little arrogant. He was a bully to Snape. So I want to see him be a little bit of a cruel bully to Regulus. Not as much mind you because that's Sirius brother. But I want to see it. Shy slytherin Regulus and bully gryffindor James. Shy slytherin Regulus who starts to stand up for himself and James liking that bit of fire. James slowly learning that not all slytherins are bad. That Regulus life is complicated and full of hard choices. Just for a change of pace I want James to be the cruel mean one. And Regulus to be the tiny light in the darkness that slowly grows bigger. Regulus liking attention even if it's negative attention from James because as Sirius brother and the spare heir no one really pays attention to him. Or at least the real him. No one ever wants to know. And yes it started as bullying, but James slowly wants to know. His obessesion with Lily and hurting Snape slowly moves to Regulus. All his attention both good and bad moves to Regulus. It's toxic at first, but they both crave the attention.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is love in me, I swear (tell me there's something in you, too)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: slytherin reader, they're all big partiers, reader has a bad attitude but in a nice lovable way

a/n: I warned everyone that I would be posting for someone new and now you all must suffer the consequences xoxo but also do please be nice abt it I beg

There's always an air of confidence amongst the three of them, the way they lounge on one of the larger couches in the Gryffindor common room, legs overlapping and shoulders pushed up against one another. They're completely at ease, your brain supplies as you step up to them, and you remember vaguely that people have said the same about you more times than you can count.

There's none of that from you now, though, as you perch on the armrest and look down at James's beaming smile.

"Hey lovely, what brings you here?" The way he lets an arm grip your waist is natural, pulling you closer so that your hip is against his shoulder.

"Finally needed to come up for air? Snake pit getting to be a bit much, hm?" Sirius's tone holds no real malice and neither does the glare you shoot him or Remus's chiding look. 

"Came up here for some peace and quiet. Guess I'm not getting that, though," you shoot back good-naturedly, a hand running through James's hair as he begins to let his thumb rub circles on your hip where his arm is anchored around you.

"You, uh, came up to the Gryffindor common room for peace and quiet, love?" says Remus, amusement tinting his voice. You let your bottom lip jut out slightly in response.

"Desperate times. They're getting ready to throw another rager tonight and I'm just too tired for that," you say, a long sigh leaving your lips as you speak. James pauses his soothing hands to pull away from you enough to look up at your face, his brows furrowed and eyes big in that worried way of his. Remus and Sirius have perked up as well, and you find yourself sitting straighter at the attention.

"...You feeling alright, sweet thing?" Sirius asks. Your mouth falls open in shock.

"I'm not - I'm not that much of an alcoholic. I don't need to go to every party - you three aren't there, either." You look back and forth between the three focused gazes.

"Yea, but… what's a Slytherin party without you there? That's like - there wouldn't be a Gryffindor party without us." James points out. You arch a brow at him.

"Maybe you three just think too highly of yourselves," you respond dryly. Sirius barks out a laugh from where he's lying across Remus' lap and James makes a big show of pretending to be offended.

"Wasn't it you who called us Gryffindor's golden boys last week, dove?" Remus points out, a smile stretching across his face. You glare back.

"Alright, you can all shut up now. I didn't come up here to be accosted." You say haughtily, but Remus's smile doesn't falter and Sirius coos at you the way you assume he'd coo at something rather small and fluffy. You sniff indignantly and plant yourself more firmly on the armrest while James makes some gentle attempts to pull you down onto the couch next to him.

"Come on, lovely," James tries to coax you. You look down at him indignantly. "You can relax. It's just us," he prompts, smoothing a hand over your back. You shoot him another withering glare and, when met by nothing but his beaming smile, let your stubbornness slacken just enough that he can haul you up off the armrest, manhandling him so that you're suddenly squished on the couch between him and Remus, Sirius still lounging on his lap.

Remus puts an arm around you, the weight familiar as it falls over your shoulders and you begin to slump into it despite your stubbornness. 

"Aw, your ice melts so fast for us, baby," Sirius teases, leaning to poke your cheek gently with his forefinger. 

"I'll break that finger, Black," you shoot back, but there's no fight left in your voice. Sirius just laughs, leaning even more to press a kiss to your cheek, instead. You deflate a bit more, relaxing into the cushions and the heat of James pressed against you. He visibly sweetens at that, leaning towards you to press his own kisses up and down the side of your neck as Remus's fingers tangle with the hair at the nape of your neck, massaging slightly. 

"Alright, alright," you murmur, voice breathy as you squirm under the attention. Remus eases up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders once more to let you relax against him, James pulling back to look at you fondly. 

"Sorry, lovely," he flashes another smile. "Don't mean to overwhelm you."

"I'm fine," you say stubbornly. Sirius giggles in a way that you're sure means he doesn't believe you, and the faces of the other two reflect that sentiment. They let the silence hang, though, letting you gather your bearings.

"It's not fair," is all you finally say, in a voice too small to be your own. "I always know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm saying and what I'm feeling - until you three show up. Then I don't - I don't know." No one responds immediately and you wince internally, as you're sure it's so that they can all choose their words carefully. Like you're some kind of timebomb, your mind prompts you. Like they're waiting for you to just explode.

"I do," Sirius supplies, his voice carrying a sombre air that it doesn't typically. "I know what you mean, love."

"No you don't," you murmur petulantly, but he takes it good-naturedly, his face softening with nothing but love. The other two stay quiet - it's like they've suddenly stepped into a private conversation, even though they've been there the whole time.

"Sometimes," Sirius begins carefully. Tick, tick, tick, your mind reminds you. You bite your lip at your own perceived volatility. "When we're not loved the way we should be, it just takes a while to get used to suddenly having it. I… I do know how that feels, love." Your shoulders tighten at his words, something that feels almost like guilt burning in the back of your throat.

"I'm sorry, Sirius - I didn't mean -"

"Don't apologize. There's nothing to forgive. You haven't done anything wrong here. You aren't doing anything wrong with us." You bite your lips harder at Siriuis' words, his gentleness, tasting a hint of copper in your mouth when you bite too hard. Remus steps in at this, clicking his tongue in that gentle, reprimanding way that you recognize as he uses his thumb to smooth over your lip.

"We love you," James reminds softly, his hand finding a home on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly as he holds onto you firmly. "Never-ending bad mood and all." You open your mouth to snipe back but close it again quickly when you see the humour in James' eyes. "Sirius is the biggest drama queen alive and we still love him," James continues. Sirius makes an indignant, wounded sort of noise that goes ignored. 

"Well… that's alright, I suppose," you huff, your arms crossed as you sit sullenly. James coos at you in a way that you should hate as Remus slides one hand against your cheek, guiding you to look at him so that he can pass a long kiss to your lips. You make an embarrassingly needy sound somewhere in the back of your throat and grip onto the front of his shirt, but the only evidence that Remus has noticed is the way he smiles against you. That and Sirius's jealous huff as he watches, unsure of which place he'd rather be in.

The three of you settle in as you and Remus part, him smiling lazily and thumbing over your lips. You press a quick, delicate kiss to the pad of his thumb before letting yourself relax fully into the couch, the silence that blankets the three of you forming a soft, comforting sort of thing.

"So…" Sirius begins. "You're really not going to go down to the party? At all?" You sigh and tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Yea, alright, we should go. Come on."

"Knew you couldn't stay away."

[hotchfiles]

lover to lover.

⋅☆⋅ mrsaluado's first xmas event ⋅☆⋅

pairing: james x fem!reader.

summary: it's your first gift exchange as a couple and you are both dangerously lovesick.

content warnings: JUST FLUFF. I SWEAR.

word count: 1,4k

      You felt silly, you felt like your gift was silly and felt even sillier for worrying so much about it your palms were sweaty even though it was very late at night and the house was surrounded by the whiteness of snow. This was your first Christmas as James' girlfriend and even though you had been to his home before, that was the first time you would be staying the night as well.

      To top that kind of pressure, it was the first year your gift to James would actually matter, you couldn't just give him a sweater, or a book or a coupon for free of charge homework help, it had to be good, it had to be meaningful.

      And it was hard to do that for someone who had everything. He was the golden boy, not only were his parents generational wealth loaded, they were caring, loving and were always making sure he and his friends had everything they could ever need. How could anything you try to give him compare to that?

      Nonetheless, you tried your best, and now the party was over, the other three marauders black out drunk in Sirius' room from spiked eggnogg Mr. Fleamont pretended not to see them drink and you on James' bed waiting for him to come back after helping them out.

      His smile brightened up the whole room, even though the lights were on and the warmth in his eyes made you forget about any worries that surrounded your mind while he was gone. You stretched your arms to pull him in a hug after he closed the door, though he ignored completely, simply laying on top of you with all of his weight, forcing you to lay down as well. "Honeyyyy, I'm so tired," he whined, his cheek touching yours as he spoke.

      One of your hands went to his arm, while the other played with his hair, he was such a baby when he wanted to, but you were lovesick, dangerously lovesick, so it was endearing to you. "No gifts today, then?" That made him get up in a jump, excitement filling him with the energy he had lost to sleepiness.

      "Nooooo, not what I meant." He pouted, batting his beautiful eyelashes at you, you laughed, knowing that would be the reaction, he had been extremely curious by your present from the time you showed up engulfed in green flames inside his family's fireplace, a big heavy something, perfectly wrapped, to Jamie written in your handwriting in a heart shaped note that he knew he would keep safe inside his wallet to the rest of his days.

      You got the gift from his nightstand and handed it to him, the anxiety coming back again as you started overexplaining yourself to him, "Wanted to make something special, but you have so much stuff I... Didn't know what... So I asked your mum to help me with this. I know it's like, nothing super unique but... I don't know." You fumbled completely over your words and he looked so deep into your eyes you knew he was able to read your whole entire soul without even trying at all.

      "Even a rock you find on a road and decides it reminds you of me would be special." Everything you do, everything you touch is special, it's what he actually wants to say, but he refrains from it, carefully taking out the tape holding the wrapping paper together, refusing to rip it apart. His eyes sparkled when he saw the leather cover, his name golden along with his Gryffindor quidditch number.

      He opens it, not sure what would be inside, the first page had your handwriting again, written in red and filled with doodle hearts: My quidditch lover boy, know that wherever you play, I will always be your biggest cheerleader.

      The rest was pictures, from the first one his mum took of him with a broom when he was still barely a person, his little arms holding tight to his dad. The first time he flew alone to show them. The letter he sent when he made the Gryffindor team, his first captain's armband, tickets from matches he went with his father. The last picture was from his last victory, you both kissing with the biggest smiles while Sirius covered you both with red paint.

      It was a good thing he never pretended to be one of those emotionless guys, because his nose was red, his eyes watering as you heard him sniffing. "This... Honey, this is the most beautiful thing." His fingers passed over the picture, with such care it seemed he was afraid to ruin it, he pulled you into a hug and then lifted your chin to face him, his lips touching yours like you were a treasure he needed to protect. You felt the saltiness of his tears and you couldn't help but laugh, it was just too adorable.

      James let go of you, but not before kissing your whole face. He found a spot on his desk for your present, where it would be the first thing anyone spotted when looking around his room, and then took a small box and a piece of parchment from the first drawer of his nightstand.

      "M'feeling a tad inadequate now, mine isn't as thoughtful but... Ms. Euphemia did help me with it too." You laughed at the way he talked of his mum, "I wanted to give you some sort of jewelry, but everything I chose was simply grim, James darling." he gestured air quotes while trying to get his mother's tone across.

      He handed you the velvet box, parchment still in hand as he waited for you to open, you were still stunned by the information he wanted to give you jewelry, you felt like your heart and your stomach were dancing and twirling around inside of you as how official that sounded. Opening the box you find a beautiful, seemingly antique, silver ring, it had a red gem on top in the form of a triangle. You were completely speechless as you touched it lightly.

      "M'dad proposed with that ring." Your eyes widened at that, positive you were gonna pass out at any moment. "It's very old, and it's been in our family for generations, if you look closely you can see a symbol, the triangle one is for my invisibility cloak."

      "James, this is beautiful, but... I can't accept this, it's a family heirloom I... It belongs to your family." You couldn't even look at him, you were out of breath, out of words, out of ways to react.

      "Yeah, that's sorta it. You're part of my family now." He takes the ring out of the box and slides it on your right index finger, so not to pressure you, so you knew it was a present, a promise of commitment, but not an obligation or a way to imprison you to him. "And my mum kept this for years, I had no idea, she says it's adorable, so..." James hands you the parchment finally, and you open it to see the date on top, stating it was a letter from two years before.

      A letter he sent to his mum, from Hogwarts, talking about you.

      He went on and on talking about sometimes he felt like his heart was gonna jump out of his chest when you were around and that wasn't normal, that didn't happen before. And how he could smell your perfume before even seeing you had got into the room.

      He was fifteen and down bad for his best friend and was so confused he asked his mum for advice. It was indeed the most adorable thing.

      Euphemia was so sure something would come out of it she kept the letter. You had to put it down on his bed so you wouldn't wet it with your tears. "You're such a sap oh my god," you said in a mocking tone even though you were the one crying like an absolute baby.

      "Enjoy it now, next year you're getting a simply grim necklace and a honeydukes discount coupon." James replied matter-of-factly, but his grin and his eyes showed how glad he was that you had enjoyed the gifts that much, "I love you too much, you're gonna wake up one day and m'gonna have inflated and exploded by how much."

      You couldn't even reply to that with anything other than a loud laugh, your hands quickly going over your mouth when you remembered how late it was.

      You felt his weight over you again, but this time before he could be completely lay over you using you as a mattress, he slides beside you, pulling you closer to him, and closing his eyes. "Happy Christmas, lover boy." Is the last thing you say before falling asleep in his embrace.

[falloutboylyricss]

Fall Out Boy and Names

note: this post includes only specific names of people or groups of people (such as band names), both real and fictional

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

"I can be your John Cusack" - Honorable Mention

"Obscured by the stand-up arcade and the sound of the Descendants" - Switchblades and Infidelity

"And listen to the Misfits 'Where Eagles Dare' to swallow whole" - Growing Up

"And we're all in the back singing 'Roxanne'" - The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)

"A simple contradiction could shake my whole foundation, Parker Lewis can't lose" - Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot)

Take This to Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today (title only)

"Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision" - Saturday

"Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday" - Saturday

"Hey, Chris, you were our only friend" - Saturday

From Under The Cork Tree

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) (title only)

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (title only)

Infinity On High

none

Folie à Deux

She's My Winona (title only)

What A Catch, Donnie (title only)

"Miss Flack said, 'I still want you back'" - What A Catch, Donnie

Tiffany Blews (title only)

Save Rock And Roll

"We're all fighting growing old in the hopes of a few minutes more to get, get on St. Peter's list" - Rat A Tat

PAX AM Days

none

American Beauty/American Psycho

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman" - Uma Thurman

"I got those jet pack blues, just like Judy" - Jet Pack Blues

"Do you remember when we drove, we drove, drove through the night and we danced, we danced to Rancid" - Favorite Record

"I can't remember just how to forget, forget the way that we danced, we danced to Danzig" - Favorite Record

MANIA

"I'm 'bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee" - Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) (title only)

"And if death is the last appointment, then we're all just sitting in the waiting room (Mr. Stump?)" - Church

"I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice, kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx" - Young And Menace

So Much (For) Stardust

"We were a hammer to the Statue of David" - Love From The Other Side

"I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though, somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh" - Flu Game

"It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead" - The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Misc.

"Yeah, streets are full of seasons, saw what they did to Jesus" - Dear Future Self (Hands Up)

"'Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan, I just want you to love me like that, yeah / Would you bury me next to Johnny Cash? I'm obsessed" - Bob Dylan

"Captain Planet, Arab Spring, L.A. riots, Rodney King" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Oklahoma City bomb, Kurt Cobain, Pokémon / Tiger Woods, MySpace, Monsanto, GMOs / Harry Potter, Twilight, Michael Jackson dies" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Kim Jong Un, Robert Downey Jr., Iron Man" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Obama, Spielberg, explosion, Lebanon / Unabomber, Bobbitt, John, bombing, Boston Marathon" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Trump gets impeached twice, polar bears got no ice / Fyre Fest, Black Parade, Michael Phelps, Y2K / Boris Johnson, Brexit, Kanye West and Taylor Swift" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Sandy Hook, Columbine, Sandra Bland and Tamir Rice / ISIS, LeBron James, Shinzo Abe blown away / Meghan Markle, George Floyd, Burj Khalifa, Metroid / Fermi paradox, Venus and Serena / Michael Jordan, 23, Youtube killed MTV / SpongeBob, Golden State Killer got caught / Michael Jordan, 45, Woodstock '99 / Keaton Batman, Bush v. Gore, I can't take it anymore" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Elon Musk, Kaepernick, Texas failed electric grid / Jeff Bezos, climate change, white rhino goes extinct / Great Pacific garbage patch, Tom DeLonge and aliens" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"SSRIs, Prince and The Queen die" - We Didn't Start The Fire

[cosmic-comet-19]

The Stars to his Moon: Part 1

Bounding up the stairs to their dormitory, James skidded to a halt behind Sirius, just outside the door. Turning to his puzzled best friend, the young Black put his ear to the door and put a finger to his lips. Inside, he heard soft and even breathing, so nodded to James.

Slowly, Sirius creaked open the door to pitch blackness, motioning James in behind him.

"I put it beside my bed," he stage whispered, tip-toeing over to his corner of the dormitory. A small thud and a muffled curse later had Sirius edging over to James.

"You alright, mate?"

"Stubbed my toe."

Stifling a grin, Sirius fumbled down beside the bed for the Invisibility Cloak, which was when he noticed a small light in between the curtains on another boy's bed.

"You keep that up, you'll wake up Peter," a quiet voice spoke through the darkness, and moments later a gangly boy stuck his head out between the curtains.

"Remus?" James asked, muffled still from behind his own curtains. "Sorry, mate, we didn't think anyone was awake..."

Sirius caught sight of a tired smile on the boy's strangely illuminated face. Several white scars streaked across his face and neck in jagged lines. He'd noticed them before, (as had many of the Slytherins, but they had had different responses) but in the dim light against his golden brown curls, Sirius could see how they'd aged him - his expression was far too mature for his years.

"S'ok," Remus replied, with a half smile. "I'm a light sleeper."

Suddenly aware he was being observed by Sirius, or perhaps unused to great lengths of social interaction, the boy began to retreat back behind the curtains. "Uh - g'night, then."

"Wait!" Sirius blurted out, then quieter, he continued: "James, shouldn't Remus come with us, tonight?"

Enthusiastically, James rolled off his bed with a quiet "Yeah!" and the quieter boy cast a look over both of them. Nervously, he tugged at his threadbare jumper sleeves.

"What do you say, Remmie?" Sirius ventured daringly, strangely challenged by this quiet boy.

"Okay," he replied, his calm hazel eyes reflecting the cool yellow light from behind his curtains. "Where're we going, then?"

"Ah, you wait and see, my fellow midnight marauder!" James winked, miming a high-five with Sirius. "Intrigue and mystery await!"

[bella-rose29]

episode 6 commentary - You Never Asked

this has been a looooong time coming oops

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS for the show and the books, I think that's it??? I've been weirdly good this time

DEPRAC vans make me think of lego every time

god I forgot how much I love this show (I haven't watched it for ages oops)

barnes being a Tired Dad gives me life

'be smart' as he stares lockwood in the eyes bc he knows that boy is Silly

awwww he cares about them really

not lockwood hanging back to look at the death glow 😭 and then looking up at the Door 😭😭😭 that boy has seen too much death give him a hug, a cup of tea, and a break

pretty solid bird if it broke the window like that george

I want lucy's cardigan

I FORGOT ABOUT SKULL AND HIS VOICE SCARED ME

I want lucy's hair as well

why does skull remind me of gollum

oh goodness me the rolled shirtsleeves

George is so happy 😭

lockwood is so pretty in that golden lighting like it's really his lighting

'I'm in charge now' babes I don't think you are

protective boys

eugh not the sawing

'it's still technically mine you know' George 😭

'we've just sent her alone into a severely haunted house' *lockwood immediately stands up*

once again angry that this show got cancelled bc we'll never get to see skull and lucy's friendship grow

good lord that whooshing sound was loud

'don't force it there'll be some kind of trigger' *lockwood starts kicking it*

NOT THE HAND HOLD THAT WAS IMPROVISED

'that's the last time you go and do a job on your own' um sure...

god he sounds so sad and tortured

'you're incredible' yes she is

Flo you icon

'save your kisses for whatsherface' FLO I LOVE YOU

George I love you

'I was about to ask the same thing... locky' the way lockwood goes from 😃 to 😐

'we can trust her' um baby no

he's such a posh boy

exshellent

sad wet cat kipps

me when I've been to 35 Portland Row in real life 🤭

lockwood watching from the window like a sad ailing victorian boy

also I love A55 by English teacher it's such a good song

'ooo Pamela is it now' I love their friendship

POOR BABY LOCKWOOD

god she's so pretty

FITTED SUIT LOCKWOOD I REPEAT FITTED SUIT LOCKWOOD

'live life for the both of you' do we think lockwood thinks that to himself everyday in regards to jessica

'thought you might like it' just tell her you're in love with her

we were robbed of George in a tux with a bow tie

this entire kitchen scene where lockwood's stood in the doorway is like George is on a date and his dad isn't leaving

CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MICROEXPRESSIONS WHEN LUCY LEAVES THE HOUSE

'so it's just us?' 'is that alright' uh yeah she's been giving you heart eyes from the moment you met

ME WHEN I'VE BEEN TO THE BARBICAN IN REAL LIFE

'two of my favourite things, posh people and small talk' she's so me

'fhamily's fhamous legacy'

'I think she saw me' *lockwood waves*

there is no need for them to be stood as close as they are

god he's in love

congrats to jack bandiera for being able to make sad wet cat kipps also be James Bond kipps

'you feel safe with him, mr lockwood' WHILE LUCY IS TOUCHING THE NECKLACE

'if you ever need to talk, I'm a good listener' YEAH BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY PENELOPE

'is that so hard to believe' only the fact that he momentarily forgot that the two of you aren't actually dating and got jealous

god my nerdy ass would have a field day in the black library

peekaboo

the way lockwood is just fixating on the sword is so funny to me for no reason

power couple shit

'this party's dead, wanna ditch it with me?' 'absolutely' good lord I love them

also bisexual lighting is so them

[secondgenerationnerd]

As it is our bi-king’s birthday (June 15th), I thought we could use some Colin-centered love 💙💜🩷

————-

Today, Colin James Wilkes is 17 years old. One more year before he ages out of the orphanage. Almost five years since he joined Omega squad. Almost 2 years since he started dating Milagro, who’s spent all day spoiling him.

Going to their favorite thrift stores, hitting the taco truck from their first date, and so much talking. He could listen to her talk for hours if he’s honest. She had been checking her phone every so often, before suddenly declaring they should head back to the tower. Now, their bags in one hand and her grip on the other, he can’t help but laugh as she pulls him to the living area.

"Diosa, slow down! We're not in any kind of rush."

"Aye, I know, mi rey, but I'm tired after being out all day." Her words are right but everything else is wrong. He slows down until she's forced to stop. "I’m just ready to set our stuff down and get some food.”

"Uh-huh...I don't suppose you're trying to get me back for a certain surprise party?" Colin asks, fighting a laugh as her head whips around. "I might not be a Bat, but I can put two and two together….plus I saw the party supplies last night."

Milagro huffs, "Promise to act surprised?"

"...Is Ma in there?"

"Yes."

He covers his heart, nodding solemly, "It will be Oscar worthy."

When they walk into the living area, Colin does act surprised when people jump out. Just Omega and their families, but still a sizeable crowd. The Supers give Colin a look, but don't say anything. The first person over to him is Martha Kent. He has to bend over to hug her properly, but she’s still as strong as ever. The kind of hug that makes him feel like that scrawny 12 year old again, warm and safe.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Now, I insisted on making your cake." Ma gestures to the creation on the counter. His throat tightens as he reconginzes the colors of the three layers. "I did check with Jonny to make sure I had the right flag.”

"You didn't have--"

"Colin, baby, you know I do what I damn well please.” She pats his cheek, not leaving any room for him to argue. At this point, he’s learned arguing with most of the women in his life if the dumb choice.

All his favorite food are spread out on the counter—Ma’s chili, Bianca’s barbacoa and tamales, Dick’s gushvada, the twins’ Tteokbokki, and so much more. The best playlist, clearly made by Lian and Roy with care, plays just under the roar of conversation. It takes him a minute to realize how many are talking about….him. Their favorite memories of him, funny moments they’ve had in the last few years.

Then there’s the affectionate touches from the adults. Roy and Jason ruffling his long red hair. Alberto clapping a hand on his shoulder as they laugh together. Ma patting his cheek again as she makes sure he’s eaten enough. Linda, Lois, and Bianca each hugging him so tight he can’t breathe. Dick and Wally both poking his side, the sure fire way to make him laugh. Clark fixing his shirt collar as he walks by.

All things he would have flinched at years ago.

Soon, bellies full and spirits high, the conversation starts to lull. Naturally his friends decide to cause chaos.

"Speech!" Jai shouts, golden eyes twinkling with mischief. Nudging Jon and Damian, Jai grins at his best friend, “Let’s hear it for the Bi-King!”

"Yeah! C'mon, birthday boy! Let’s get a speech."

"Speech, Wilkes! You’re always running your mouth anyway! Put it to use this time!”

He’s going to kill them. Slowly. And laugh while he does it.

Knowing there’s no way out, Colin looks at the crowded room. All these people are here for him. Celebrating him, just for being born. Not like at the orphanage where he’d get a cupcake with the other kids born in June. This is all for him.

His throat tightens uncomfortably. Taking a second to clear it, he finally addresses them. “Um….I have no idea what to say or-or where to begin…I’m not the only orphan in this room. Not the only one who doesn’t know where they come from. Not the only one who grew up in shitty homes, with adults who use their fists before their words. Being told over and over God has this plan for me. That I needed to keep my faith and all would be well. He would protect me.”

He looks down at his hands, the rings Milagro and Mar’i found for him gleaming with his reflection, “I worked so hard to keep my faith. Even when Scarecrow and Bane had me. Even when I wanted to die because…at least the pain would stop. For a long time I couldn’t understand why God… let it happen. Gave me these abilities that took away any hope of a family finally adopting me. Finding my forever home.”

Looking up, he immediately finds his teammates, “In a weird way, I should thank Him. I still think He expects way too fucking much out of children, but because of Him I’m on this team. Because I have three brothers, who I’m fully going to murder in the next ten minutes. I have three sisters, who make me laugh and scream and cry. Who know what I like and hate. Who know when I’m just being quiet and when I’m struggling. Who annoy the shit out of me….because they love me.”

He reaches to the side, knowing he doesn’t need to look, but he does. Milagro’s warm hand slides into his, dark eyes meeting his own, brilliant smile making his heart skip. “I got to meet the most incredible girl in the universe. One who challenges me every day. Who understands and shares my struggles with the Almighty. Who is incredibly out of my league and could have anyone she wanted….and she chooses me.”

His eyes flick to his friends’ parents, voice threatening to crack, “I finally have adults in my life who chose to love me. Not because of a job obligation or money. I might never know my biological parents, but I know what it feels like to be loved. To have someone take care of me during a flare up. To be taught how to shave and drive and-and how to be a good man.”

A few tears finally escape his eyes, voice breaking, “Thank you for being my family. Thank you for choosing to love me. Thank you for teaching me I deserve that love.”

Milagro’s arms are first around him. Then their teammates—his brothers and sisters—join in, making them lose balance and tumble to the ground. All of them calling him an asshole and a sap, tears in their eyes. There’s laughing. So much laughing. Not at him, but with him.

Always with him.

[y0url0verb0y]

It was the last quidditch match of the season, the only real way to describe it would be intense [and even that was an understatement]. The stands were ecstatic as Gryffindor and Slytherin were pinned up against each other, what one would consider an ultimate ending to the season. The match was taking gruelingly long seemingly never ending. Well until it did, the youngest black was drifting around the court keeping a keen eye out for the shiny golden snitch, ready to end the game with its capture. Out of the corner of his stoney grey eyes, he caught a glimpse of gold. In a moment of haste, wasting no time, he soared across the field capturing the small object in his slender hands. The crowd erupted in cheers for the Slytherin team with some protests from the Gryffindors. The players flew down to the ground with the game coming to a close getting ready to celebrate. The youngest Black was quickly crowded by his team as they shouted in victory. Whereas the eldest Black was anything but pleased. "Can you believe this" he huffed out turning towards what was once James Potter only to realize the taller man had gone. James pushed through the crowd without thinking making his way toward the middle of the Slytherin team pile. As he reached the middle he grasped the delicate pale wrists of none other than Regulus Black without thinking pulling said boy to his chest. The shorter boy looked up at him grey meeting brown as the noise buffered out. "Hi," breathed the dark-skinned boy a large grin overtaking his face. "Hi," the younger of the two replied. In that moment the rest of the world didn't matter it was just the two of them and James, being the weak man he was when it came to Regulus Black, just couldn't help himself. He leaned in closing the gap between them shocking Regulus at first but not for long as he melted into the kiss. However, their beautiful moment was cut short by an ear-shattering scream. Oh yeah, Sirius. . .James remembered tensing on the spot. "Good job love, with the game I mean, it was brilliant but um I'm going to-" he started frantically before being cut off by a giggling Regulus. "Get out of here Potter," he said rolling his beautiful grey eyes. "Yeah uh will do!" "JAMES WHAT THE FUCK" yelped Sirius as James darted off, Sirius quickly following after them. Meanwhile, a nervous Peter stood next to a tired Remus both speechless. "It's gonna be a long day" squeaked the shorter of the two. "A long week Peter, a long week" replied the taller producing a long drawled-out sigh.

So this is a little writing of the moment from my last incorrect quote since so many people liked it. I hope it's good I've nvr written like this on tumblr and I'm not the best writer 😭.

[devildancing]

James x Narcissa - a kiss while being reunited after a long time

Rain showers from the skies, glittering and glimmering like the countless tiny stars emblazoned over the heavens. Dead for centuries or simply too distant to touch, like so many of the girl's ancestors and relatives who have borne their legacies. Narcissa can name them all. In the iridescent wash of moonlight that blankets the courtyard, she even looks like she belongs among them — pale and shining. The wet tendrils of her long hair glisten and the droplets that spill over her cheeks sparkle like cosmic diamonds...but Narcissa is no star. She's just a girl stuck on the muddy ground and her feet have never felt so heavy.

❝ I can carry this. ❞ She tells herself, yet again. Her shoulders ache beneath the strain of it all and her knees are weaker than they've ever been, but what other choice does she have? If she doesn't hold it together, then who will?

Who can?

" Can you tell me what the hell you're doing out here? "

Narcissa, dripping wet and drenched to the very marrow of her bones, doesn't answer at first — she can't. She can't even look at him. What's she supposed to say, after all? What explanation can she give? It's not as if the blonde had just decided that it was a pleasant time to go for a nice little nighttime stroll in the pouring rain. That would be insane.

" Alright. Can you at least tell me why you've been avoiding me, then? "

The desperation in his voice is what finally tears her gaze away from the stars, numb and empty eyes watching the boy throw out his arms in confused exasperation. Even from this distance, she can easily see the lion's tired eyes and the worn lines on his otherwise beautiful face. It tugs at something inside of her, prickling like little thorns. It's a feeling. Something that actually touches; something that penetrates her skin. Looking at him just hurts.

❝ I can't... ❞

It's obvious he hasn't been sleeping, just as it's obvious that she's to blame for that as well. James' dark curls and his clothes are soaked through and the witch can't help but feel worse than she already does for putting him through this.

" For fuck's sake, Narcissa! Please — ! "

His long legs carry him to the middle of the courtyard in a few short strides, those strong hands of his gripping her slight shoulders like the slightest breeze would snatch her away. ( Like he's afraid of losing her. ) His touch isn't cautious or gentle, nor is it as delicate and coaxing as every other hand that's grazed her since waking from one nightmare to another. She can almost feel her porcelain skin cracking beneath James' golden fingertips, all those fissures spreading over her flesh from that singular point of contact. She's afraid — terrified of what's hiding beneath the surface.

❝ It - it's past curfew. ❞

" You're alone again. "

❝ You need to go! ❞

" I'm not leaving you out here! "

She struggles even as his hands lift from her shoulders to grab her face, calloused palms scorching her skin with their warmth. It's too much — it's overwhelming. There's nowhere else for her to look but into those ridiculous eyes of his, gold flecks swirling in whiskey that threaten to drown just as they intoxicate. Narcissa knows this feeling. She knows the panic and the absurdity, anxiety bubbling from her core as the weight of expectation bears down on her. Walburga might as well have her wand on her now, ordering her to do what's best for the family.

'The window is open, Narcissa. Jump.'

" Shit — Cissy, just let me in! " James' pleading voice calls her through the haze, like her conscience in physical form. "I can help if you'll just tell me how! "

'Don't do what they want, that's stupid! You know better!'

❝ I can't! ❞

" Cissy — "

❝ No! ❞

" You're trembling! "

❝ You don't understand! ❞

" Then, tell me! "

She scratches at his wrists, clawing at the skin in an attempt to be free. Narcissa can feel the hysteria curdling in her blood, desperation broiling in her belly. The only thing holding her together is the same thing breaking her down, the cradle of his hands on her face and...and...

His mouth is hot and hard when it crashes against her own, the whole of time coming to a complete and total standstill. Narcissa forgets how to breathe, every thought obliterated from her brain but the taste of cinnamon on his tongue and the sudden crushing closeness of his body against her own. James' arms wrap around her like a blanket, weighty and warm. It's the closest she's felt to normal since leaving him that night in the classroom.

It's almost funny to think about now — that her biggest concern had been whether or not she could call him her friend.

❝ How did you...? ❞ The words are breathless, lilting, once there's a bit of space between them again. Not much though, she's breathing in his air.

" Wha — oh, uh, " he chuckles a little nervously, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. " Pete gets wound up like that sometimes. "

❝ Is that how you help him? ❞

" Sure, if he really needed it...why not?"

The mischief is back in his gaze and laughing at the absurdity of it just feels good. There's comfort in familiarity. The scent of his cologne, the earthiness that clings to him. Narcissa has missed this boy and the peculiar peace that he brings her, more than she'd ever thought or could even realize. With this knowledge comes a new understanding, something selfish and profound. She can't give it up. She won't.

" Hey — " His fingertips tap against her chin, tilting her pale face back up to meet his gaze. " You're stuck with me, I'm stubborn like that. " It's like he's reading her mind.

❝ James? ❞

" Yeah?" A pause. "What is it, love?"

Her heart is pounding, rampant like a bird desperate to be free of its cage. If she does this, there's no going back. If she says this, the spell is broken. It was always easier to just give in and go along before, the ease of acquiescence versus the energy it would take to defy. Doing what she should...doing what she must.

❝ I remember everything. ❞

It takes about a breath before he understands, some of that weight suddenly settling on his shoulders too.

" Do you...wanna talk about it?"

She nods her head slowly and he nods his own in response, both of them briefly glancing around the empty quad. Her fingers lace with his all too easily, muscle memory from every mindless time before.

" Come on, then. Let's get you somewhere dry. "

[mychemicalrachel]

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." lmao

I feel like Rebel Without a Cause!AU would be right up your alley

Kavinsky, Ronan, and Adam meeting in a police station for various "crimes" and thus starts a very weird exploration of crime, trauma, and found family ;)

So. Full disclosure; I have never seen Rebel Without A Cause 😬 I know it had James Dean and Sal Mineo and absolutely nothing else, so I had to do research for this nonexistent fic. Wikipedia had all the main plot points (hopefully) and you're right. This does sound right up my alley, thank you so much for this 🙏

So I'm thinking about Adam as the main character here, moving to this new town. He's used to being shuffled around, his parents constantly being evicted or his dad getting 'let go.' He spends as much time as he can outside the house and, as a new kid, he immediately draws the wrong kind of attention. It's only a matter of time before he gets picked up for public intoxication.

He's not drunk, he swears, just tired. Just weary. Just got some bruised ribs, maybe a crack, nothing serious. The cops conveniently ignore his black eye and he doesn't make a point to tell them his dad did it. Small town folk have a way of looking the other way when it comes to how other people deal with their kids.

He meets Ronan, picked up for vandalism; local golden boy with a tragic backstory.

And Kavinsky, picked for actual public intoxication; local prick with an equally tragic backstory.

It's Prokopenko who picks the wrong fight and accidentally drives himself off a cliff. RIP.

Adam, the one he'd been racing, has no one else to confide in so he inevitably ends up closer with Ronan and Kavinsky because of it. They understand what it's like to be outcasts, to feel like victims of bad fortune, to want to escape life in this small Virginia town.

Wikipedia says that the three of them end up at some abandoned mansion (I'm sure there are plenty of those in Henrietta) and "The three new friends act out a fantasy as a family."

They fuck.

Adam, Ronan, and K. All three of them.

Because this is a throuple situation now whether you intended it to be or not 🤷

I don't know how it would end. I like my angst with a happy ending so nobody would die. They would just move into this abandoned mansion and live off of Kavinsky's fortune and Ronan's inheritance and have lots of sex, forever and ever.

The end 😊

[i wish you would write...]

[infinitenicknames]

The Bandit Lyrics (by James Currier, from Turnip Boy Robs a Bank)

I haven't seen the lyrics around anywhere online so I transcribed the lyrics for my own use. I can't guarantee all of these are accurate, but I did my best

Here's the youtube link if your interested: https://youtu.be/fxVIBINuj-A?si=xcRjBdGxewYwZw59

[Talking]

Well we've really done it now, huh?

I hope you all enjoyed tuning in all these years

We got one last song for you here at Snoozy Radio to go with you on this long road ahead

If there's anyone out there that makes it off this doomed little rock

This one's for you

It's called The Bandit

[Singing]

I thought that money made me

I thought I'd set it right

And I thought that money saved me

But it kept me up at night

See my father was an evil man

So to spite him I'd be just

But in the end, it's evident

I'm not so different than he was

If you leave the found behind you

Though the sky can look so grand

Know the golden light can blind you

And you'll trip back down to land

And maybe you'll be better son

But we get what we deserve

Our roots are in the garden son

You'll always miss the dirt

I was a bandit, a no good crook

And if you think twice, take another good look

A grave full of lives and the fortune I took

Never look back even if I should

You're a bandit so run while you can

Eye on the prize, gun in your hand

A glimmer in your eye like your old man

Never look back even if you can

You're a bandit

Run with the bandit

You're a bandit

Run with the bandit

You're a bandit

Run with the bandit

You're a bandit

Run with the bandit

We got brain, we got brawn, and a new gang Don

The same old tune with a new twang on

Same old crew with a new MO

Make it for the stars with the mother lode

I'm the next for success I'm the new top brass

Same old cops on my tire tracks

The same gold trim on my fresh pressed suit

The closest I'll ever be to you

I'm a bandit

Run with the bandit

I'm a bandit

Run with the bandit

I'm a bandit

Run with the bandit

I'm a bandit

Run with the bandit

I'm a bandit

Run with the band…

Run with the bandit

I'm a bandit

I'm a bandit…

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2023 #1

Do not let the numerous fanfics read fool you, I did not have a lot of reading time this week as I have been busy at my first(!!) academic conference. I'm so delighted to have this opportunity to talk (in front of actual scholars and academics!) about research I've been doing. Very intimidating and cool.

Because of said academic conference, I was too exhausted (and tbh, celebratory sake-drunk) to type this up Saturday night like I've gotten into the habit of, so this is coming to you All recorded on Sunday morning

Started and Finished:

[fe3h fanfic]

The Care and Keeping of Byleth Eisner by Muftiday Children of the Goddess by wearwind Reaching Out, Sunlit by wearwind Liberation by 0shadow_panther0 network effects (the tragedies after duscar) by mareza and they come unstuck by Azzandra homeroom (or, if we're not recruited in 15 minutes, we're legally allowed to leave) by Schistosity AITA for not wanting to talk to my daughter? by knave_of_swords Observation by leonidskies Collateral by Azzandra Common Ground by TheDoctorIsIcecube Your name? by jemtokall Worthy of Your Protection by Hyakunana & leporidae The Crest of Riegan by BuddyTheMeanPeacock

*wipes sweat off forehead* my on-an-airplane fanfic reading habit is no joke, however a lot of these are Short. My faves of this set are absolutely "homeroom [...]" and the wearwind fics (and I'm very excited to get back to read more of wearwind's works once I actually get farther in my golden deer run)

[f@tt fanfic]

behind the centre by fangirl_squee Vishteen Minutes by risocean Chapter 9 of the void, through your body by zerodignity Duet for Plucked Strings & How the Songbird Sings by beanenchilada an accurate copy by zerodignity

okay this is a more reasonable number! "Vishteen Minutes" was extremely good at capturing the voices of Ali-as-Marn and Jack-as-Pickman, so i am extremely delighted by it [note to self: track down zerodignity on social media so I can ask if I can podfic 'the void through your body']

now onto actual books

Queer: A Graphic History written by Dr. Meg-John Barker, illustrated by Julia Scheele

I really could have sworn I started reading this book last week, but it turns out it just goes very quickly despite its density of information. A fun/good refresher on queer theory concepts I learned about last year, and nearly got me in an argument with someone in a discord server

A Thief in the Night by K.J. Charles, narrated by James Joseph & Ryan Laughton

I had been Planning to wait until this came out as an ebook to read, until my mom reminded me I could just use her audible account where she'd already purchased it (just like I already use her kindle library...). In the end I am desperately thankful for that reminder because once i was Too Tired to even read fanfic on my flights this week, Toby and Miles kept me going until I could collapse into a bed *does jazz hands in KJC fanboy*

Beastars, Vol. 1 by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomoko Kimura

i watched a video essay doing a queer reading of beastars which reminded me that I wanted to read the manga, so here we are. it's going to be A Little While before I get to a part of the manga that the anime hasn't covered already, but so far I am enjoying this read

Ongoing:

Teen Titans: The Silver Age Omnibus, Vol. 1

I read another couple adventures from this in the Day and a Half i had at home this week. I deeply love how much the Titans love The Beatles. Also the adventure "Requiem for a Titan!" broke my heart! Dick Grayson......baby boy.........

The City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty

I read.... like one or two more pages of this? I think I'm just not in the right mood for it this week

Started and Ongoing:

Before Trans: Three Gender Stories from Nineteenth-Century France by Rachel Mesch

my hold for this from the library came in! Oh i am so excited to be reading this. It's a bit of a slow read since it is three mini-biographies on "women who dressed as men" who we can pretty easily read with our modern lens as proto-trans, trans ancestors, etc. i'm really enjoying it

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, narrated by George Guidall

I think I'm starting a tradition now of reading-by-audio a classic novel at the beginning of the year. in both cases because I sort of want to write a story inspired by them

[sophsicle]

I’ve been thinking about dinner...

"Reg?" James kicks the front door closed behind him, shrugging off his winter coat. It's cold today, especially when you're a hundred feet in the air clinging to your broomstick. James is bone tired and slightly nervous he's never going to regain feeling in his toes. He looks down at his socked feet once he gets his boots off, wiggling them experimentally. Well, at least they still move. He sighs, running a hand through his sweaty-half-frozen hair and peering further into the flat. He doesn't think any of the lights are on. "Reg?" he tries again. Lately they've been missing one another. It's getting close to playoffs and both their teams are pushing hard to make it into the finals. If they both get through they'll be facing each other in the first round, which personally, James thinks is fucking hot, but usually Regulus just rolls his eyes when he says that. He nearly misses it - the flickering light in the kitchen. Nearly walks right by it on his way to the bedroom. It makes his frozen feet stutter. Everywhere else is dark, but the kitchen is golden.

James is about to call out Regulus's name again when he's pulled up short in the kitchen doorway. At least two dozen lit candles are floating around the room, very much making it feel as though their flat has been decorated with stars. They twinkle and flicker and make everything warm. The small table they use is covered in a nice looking tablecloth James wasn't aware they owned. There are flowers in a vase - snowdrops - they were his mother's favourite. Since she's died they've become James's favourite too. Regulus has his back to him, fussing over something on the counter. He's wearing the jumper James likes - blue, soft.

"Have I forgotten something?" Regulus jumps, whipping around, hand going automatically to his chest. "Jesus Christ James, you scared the fuck out of me."

"It's not our anniversary," he says, quickly doing the math in his head. "Right?"

Regulus blinks, still catching his breath. "What? No."

"Not your birthday, not my birthday," James goes on, flipping through dates. "Not Valentine's day." "No, no it's not - it's just Wednesday."

James looks back at Regulus, curls soft around his face, grey eyes wide. Jame is utterly confused and so sorry for fucking this up. Whatever it is. "What's special about Wednesday?" he asks eventually, eyes running around the room again, not quite able to take it all in.

"I - nothing, I just - " Regulus lets out a breath, frowning in that way he does, when he's frustrated with himself. When things get stuck in his throat, in his chest. Old habits - of keeping the vulnerable parts of himself locked away.

"My practice was cancelled today," Regulus says finally. "And we haven't been able to really...sit down with one another in a while and I thought..." he gestures helplessly at the room around them. "It's always you who does the romantic gestures, and I wanted - I just wanted to do that for you this time."

He stares at James expectantly but James doesn't think he can talk right now. He's overwhelmed by how much he feels for the boy standing in front of him, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jumper. He's happy and yet somehow on the verge of tears all at the same time.

"This was stupid wasn't it?" Regulus says when James stays quiet too long. "You know I'm crap at this stuff I - I've gotten it wrong haven't I? I don't know what I was -"

"Reg."

"-thinking. It's too much right? I didn't know - I didn't know where to stop so I just sort of tried to do it all at once and well-"

"Reg."

"-it's a fucking mess isn't it?" he lets out a self deprecating laugh. "Just let me clean this up and we'll order pizza or something okay? And we can just forget that I ever-"

"Regulus," James is standing toe to toe with him, hands taking hold of Regulus's face, gently but firmly.

Uncertain grey eyes meet his, and James can't take it, can't come up with the words to make sense of everything he's feeling right now. So instead he bends down and presses their mouthes together.

The kiss is soft at first, sweet, and then James tilts Regulus's head back and deepens it, nearly bending him over. His hands slide to Regulus's neck, his lower back, pulling him close.

Holding.

Holding.

Holding.

When they break apart they're both breathing heavy, foreheads pressed together.

It takes a moment before a timid smile pulls at Regulus's pink mouth. "You like the dinner then?"

James laughs, the noise coming from his chest, rumbling through him. "It's incredible. Thank you," James brings his hand back up to Regulus's face just as he tries to duck away, to sidestep James's praise. Cheeks growing roses.

"Hey," James says softly, waiting for Regulus's eyes to meet his again. "I love you so much."

Regulus swallows. "Yeah," he whispers back. "Yeah I love you too."

[etherealacoustic]

Story Of Us

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Female! Reader

Warnings - none

Summary - a one-shot of the reader and Remus' relationship based on the song 'Story of us'.

Also ahhh I'm so proud of myself for coming up with this❤️

You make me, much better when you're here. I'm lucky when I'm in your atmosphere. Every little move you do, every little thing you say, it saves me from falling much deeper.

You were leaning against the large tree, a book in your hands but your entire attention was focused on the boy sitting in front of you.

Everyone was lazing around, enjoying their free periods. James was playing with the golden snitch, Sirius and Peter laying on the soft grass and laughing at Remus' jokes.

The sunlight shifted ever so slightly and your eyes widened in awe at Remus' illuminated face. His sandy-brown hair shone like gold while his honey eyes could be compared to melted caramel.

You watched as he threw his back when laughter seized him, a complete smile on his face as he caught your eye and grinned.

You felt half of the exhaustion simply vacating your body as you gazed at him, wondering how on earth you were so lucky to call him yours.

He was so beautiful, too good to even be considered a living being.

"You alright there, love?" His voice called out, addressing you with a soft tone.

"I'm fine," you smiled brightly and he mirrored your action before going back to telling some story.

You finally tore your eyes away from the sight rather unwillingly to read the book Lily had suggested to you with so much enthusiasm.

But alas, unintentionally or on purpose, your eyes drifted back to the boy. You were falling hard for him, it's been a year and you still had that childish giddy feeling.

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I lay down my head on your shoulder and think, if I could always be like this. I breathe in your scent and I don't dare to blink, if we could always be like this.

It was late in the night, everyone off to sleep to get some good rest before tomorrow's lessons. With the exception of you of course.

You were laying down on the couch, the fire blazing ahead keeping you warm and comfortable. You couldn't sleep. Not because of any anxiety, your body just wouldn't rest.

You turned your head on hearing soft footsteps walking down the staircase and smiled at Remus, wearing his usual jumper and pyjamas.

"Couldn't sleep as well?" You asked and sat up straight to make space for him.

He nodded his head with a sigh and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly close.

"Anything troubling you?" He asked, knowing nightmares plagued your mind oftenly.

"Nah," you replied honestly and placed your head on his shoulder. "My body just doesn't want to rest".

"It's telling you to spend time with your boyfriend," he grinned making you chuckle.

"How're you feeling?" You inquired quietly. Your eyes scanning his face to detect any lie.

"Tired," he replied and looked down. Soft brown strands fell onto his forehead making you smile as you pushed them away. "Tired of the transformation. I don't wanna do it".

"I know, love. I know," you buried your face into his neck and carded your fingers through his hair while breathing in his comforting scent.

Chocolate, fresh books and liquorice. It was appealing and soothing at the same time.

"You're always so cuddly," you murmured and pulled back to take in his appearance with a fond smile.

"Well then you know what to do," he said innocently and looked around, waiting for you to make the move.

"Idiot," you laughed, wrapping both of your arms around his neck and his encircled your waist, the two of you hugged each other tightly.

Remus' back touched the seat of the couch, his head resting on the arm rest as he pulled your body closer. After a while, he pushed you up higher and placed his head just below your chin.

"You'll get through this one," you whispered and tried to flatten his hair. "You always do".

"Not like I have a choice anyway," he responded with a forced smile.

He buried his face even further into your neck, his hold tightening around your torso. You could feel his nose nuzzling your jaw and cheek.

All he could think about in that moment was your intoxicating scent. It was something that had always grounded him, managed to comfort him, it was his calm before the oncoming storm.

He let out another heavy sigh and then smiled contently as you absentmindedly played with the neck of his sweater.

"Whatcha thinking 'bout, love?" He questioned and raised his head to look at your face, trying to analyse your reaction.

"Nothing. I'm just happy," you replied after a moment.

He smiled that signature soft smile of his, reserved only for you. "I want to stay like this. Forever".

"Then let's run away," you suggested immediately and he laughed at the troublemaker smirk stretching across your lips.

"Someday," he chuckled and cupped your cheek, caressing the skin before kissing you deeply with every bit of passion.

"Someday," you grinned and pulled the boy in for another one.

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Just listen here we are again, through the fire through the rain. The roads we crossed they built the story of us. Here we are again, and I still feel the same. You and I, we write the story of us.

"Mornin' sleepyhead," came a soft whisper as Remus' eyes fluttered open.

He let out a loud groan and clutched his head before fully opening his eyes and letting everything sink in.

He blinked and his brain finally registered the four people surrounding his bed, their faces quite close to him making them look like absolute buffoons.

"It's awake!" Sirius smirked and started to clap his hands softly.

"Hello Moony!" James grinned at him and you laughed at how the black-haired boy had pushed up his glasses when they had slipped.

Remus gave a weak smile and tried to sit up with their help, internally grateful that he didn't feel like ripping off his skin.

"You feeling okay?" Peter asked and held up his favorite chocolate bar, smiling when the honey-eyed boy had literally snatched them.

"Yep. No migraines, no sore muscles, don't feel like breaking my own bones, don't feel like ripping out my skin so yeah. I'm grand," Remus replied and they laughed.

"Thank goodness," Sirius sighed dramatically and got up. "See ya later, Moons! Take some rest, yeah?"

"Bye Moony," Peter waved and climbed down the stairs after Sirius.

"Don't have too much fun," James winked making the boy groan exasperatedly.

"No promises, Prongsie!" You smirked back as he closed the door behind him.

"Did you have to say that?!" Remus glared in fake annoyance. "He's gonna exaggerate and tell the whole school now".

"Exactly my intention".

He shook his head and chuckled, eyes sweeping over to look at you properly and his grin faded away at your bandaged palm and forearm.

Your eyes widened at his expression and you quickly tried to change the topic. "So um, Pads got these notes for you and I wrote-"

"Did I do that?" He questioned seriously and gestured towards your injured parts.

"Remus you-"

"You didn't have them yesterday, I remember. So that leaves one option. I did that didn't I?"

You sighed and bit your lip, knowing there was no escaping from this. "I was late to transform, and Moony got angry I suppose at seeing a human in his group- so- yeah".

His gaze burned holes in your injuries, his scarred face taking on a defeated and solemn emotion.

"Remus Lupin you listen to me. None of this is your fault, okay? Not a single thing is," you interrupted his negative trail of thoughts.

"Don't be daft," he scoffed lightly. "I was the one who scratched you, how can you even say it's not my fault? And lucky you transformed in time, or I would've cursed you".

"It was my fault," you assessed him gently. "I got distracted and it lead to some minor issues but I'm fine!"

"What if something worse had happened?" He retorted. "How could I have forgiven myself? I still don't," he added and glanced at your palm.

"Remus John Lupin you are insufferable at times I swear to merlin," you sighed and sat down next to him.

"But love! Just think about it! What if-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as your lips cut him off, kissing him hard and gently at the same time.

"That shut your stubborn ass up?" You asked and smirked at his dazed face.

"Yeah," he replied with a dorky grin and his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer. "I think so".

You smiled but it changed to one full of sincerity as you looked intently at him making him give you a questioning gaze.

You just leaned in closer to cup his face softly in your hands, trying to hold back a grin at the blush rising steadily to his cheeks.

"I love you. And it doesn't matter to me that you're a werewolf, it never will. And yes, I got hurt. But it was due to my carelessness, it was my fault and mine alone. So please don't think of yourself as a monster, love. You're anything but that".

Your hands slipped from his cheeks but he quickly grabbed them and held on. His eyes that were cast downwards met yours, and you were startled to see them glistening with unshed tears.

"Rem?" You whispered in concern, your eyebrows furrowed in thought that you probably said something wrong.

But all he did was pull you towards him and wrapped you into the tightest embrace. His face buried in your shoulders and you could feel the tears that were dripping.

"Hey now. You're gonna make me cry, darling," you muttered and smiled at hearing his small chuckle.

He lifted his face and a shot of pain stung your heart at his state. Trails of tears were seen on his cheeks, his eyes red and slightly puffy and his hair was a complete mess.

"Thank you," he whispered, voice shaking as he nervously looked down once again.

"No need to thank me, pretty boy. You're just too likeable and loveable for your own good," you winked and he blushed hard.

"And also, through the fire and rain remember?" You asked, referencing back to when he'd said it as a joke.

He laughed and wiped his cheeks with his sweater paws. "Through thick and thin," he completed and you smiled brightly.

"Exactly," you grinned and started tickling his sides very gently, being careful to not hurt him.

"Stop it!" He laughed out loud and hopelessly tried to shield his extremely ticklish body away from you. "Love!"

But his loud laughs and happy smile just encouraged you to continue. Wanting him to forget every thing that was troubling him, wishing that he would throw them out of his mind, whether it be only for a moment.

And it worked.

All that filled Remus' mind was you, and only you. He was falling more in love with you, if that was even possible by now. He still was not able to comprehend the amount of love you always showered him with, the constant affection given to him by you.

He had never really felt like this before. This moment where he was so in awe of someone, this feeling was totally new.

You were the one. He was sure of that and so were you. You both were meant for each other.

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Sway with me like a firefly, stay with me 'til the day I die. Write the story of us. Sway with me like a firefly, stay with me 'til the day I die. Write the story of us.

"I'm bored," a whine sounded from a very frustrated and angry Sirius.

"Same here," you replied in an equally annoyed tone and crossed you arms.

The rest looked at the pair of you with amused glances, you two had been pouting for the last ten minutes and they had no idea how to solve this problem.

"Go and do something," Remus suggested but was met with two identical glares.

"There's nothing to go and do," Sirius grumbled and dropped to the floor with a dramatic thud.

"How about we plan a prank?" James suggested eagerly but it was unexpectedly shot down by the sulking duo.

"Not in the mood," they replied in unison.

"Let's go to the kitchen and eat," said Peter and was met with a groan.

"Not hungry," came the reply.

"Now I'm really getting annoyed by the pair of you," James frowned at their sullen faces.

"Rem!" You grumbled and looked at the boy who gave you an inquiring gaze. "I'm bored".

He couldn't help but laugh at the utterly hopeless expression on your face. "I have no idea how to cure this".

"I got it!!" Peter exclaimed and all of you watched as he scurried up the dormitory staircases.

"Please don't let it be something useless," Sirius groaned and rested his head on your shoulder.

But his frown quickly changed into a grin after seeing what Peter had brought.

"Oh you absolute genius," he laughed and grabbed the radio from the delighted boy.

"You're the best," you muttered to a flustered Peter and started selecting records.

"This one!" You cheered and Sirius immediately nodded as you put the record in and pressed play.

"SHE'S GOT A SMILE THAT IT SEEMS TO ME, REMINDS ME OF CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!" Sirius yelled out the lyrics and started bouncing on his feet.

"WHERE EVERYTHING WAS AS FRESH AS THE BRIGHT BLUE SKY! NOW AND THEN WHEN I SEE HER FACE, SHE TAKES ME AWAY TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE!" You joined in and bobbed your head while moving to the beat.

"COME ON!" Sirius called out and you took his extended arm, allowing him to twirl you around. You both laughed as each did some ridiculous moves.

"Up you get!" You grinned at your friends and grabbed Remus' hands to pull him up to his feet.

"I don't wanna dance," he mumbled half-heartedly as you controlled his arms to move side by side.

"Yes you do!" You retorted and your smile grew bigger as the chorus neared and Remus started to get energetic too.

"WHOA, OH OH! SWEET CHILD O' MINE!" James bellowed and swayed his hips to the rhythm without a care in the world.

"WHOA, OH OH OH! SWEET LOVE OF MINE!" Peter yelled loudly and his feet moved quite skillfully.

Remus' face held the brightest grin as you backed away and then he pulled you in, his palm resting on your waist as you swayed to the music.

You laughed as he twirled you around and then tugged you against his chest, your faces inches away as he gazed deeply into your eyes.

Your hands rested on chest while his were placed securely on your hips, neither of you breaking the intense eye-contact.

The two of you didn't even notice the song changing until the chaotic movement around had stopped to a exaggerated romantic mood.

"I hold onto your whole body and feel each move you make. Your voice is warm and tender, a love that I could not forsake," said the lyrics.

A smile adorned your lips at that. Such a perfect song to describe the perfect moment.

Your eyes flickered upwards and your breath hitched at how close he was. You could feel his soft breath, sense his heart thudding madly under your palm, and see the obvious love present in his honey-brown eyes.

"Cause I'm your lady and you are my man. Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all that I can," you sang the lyrics. Your eyes never leaving his and he understood the meaning behind your fixed gaze.

So he smiled softly and returned the sweet gesture by singing the next lines for you.

"We're heading for something, somewhere I've never been. Sometimes I am frightened but I'm ready to learn, of the power of love," he whispered and pressed his lips on your forehead with extreme gentleness.

Your heart melted at his actions and all you could do was rest your head onto his shoulder. "You'll stay with me?"

"Forever," he replied firmly.

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Don't fail me, that's my biggest fear. Keep sailing, on waves of love my dear. Nobody can make me feel, anything like you so real. You save me from falling much deeper.

You were continuously bouncing your leg, arms crossed over the hoodie as you bit your lip in thought.

A deep sigh escaped from your mouth as you stared at the door of the boys dormitory. Once again the debate started in your mind, should you go in? Or should you not?

You leaned against the wall and massaged your forehead. Goddamn you and your bloody anxiety nightmares.

It was the third night in a row and you were still plagued by the same horror over and over again. You felt almost childish at fretting over the same thing, but it was too bad. Worse even.

The last nights you had immediately went over to Remus and he had helped you graciously. But now it felt like too much, like you were a constant trouble. It was way past midnight and you didn't want to wake him up when he himself had trouble falling asleep, but you wanted comfort and that honey-eyed boy was your best and first choice.

He had always reassured you that it would never matter to him if you visit him in the dead of the night, whether it be for a serious issue or a simple talk. He would always be there. Always.

Would he be angry? You thought, and groaned loudly at your terrible state. Why were you thinking so much? It was Remus Lupin for Godric's sake. He would never brush you off, would never let you down.

So gathering herself up and inhaling deeply, you pushed open the door with minimal noise and stepped inside.

There wasn't any need for light to see everything, the moon provided with enough as you moved towards Remus' bed and gently pulled apart the curtains.

Once again a huge weight of guilt tightened your chest when you looked at his peacefully sleeping form. He was laid down on his side. One of his arm under the pillow and the other positioned in front of his face as he breathed softly.

Trying to push away those negative thoughts, you silently walked over and climbed onto the bed carefully.

But whether fortunately or unfortunately, Remus was not that much of a heavy sleeper. So when he felt movement around him and heard the bed dip, his eyes slowly opened and squinted to see in the dark.

"L- Love?" He asked with a deep voice and let out a tired yawn.

"Yep. It's me," you mumbled and sat cross-legged while simply looking at him.

"What's wrong?" He murmured and tried to get up on his elbows, his eyes still half closed.

"The same," you replied quietly and he nodded, taking your hand and tugging you against him.

He was lying down on his side, arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed sleepy kisses on the side of your head.

"Sorry for waking you," you muttered and relaxed under his touch.

"No problem. 's all fine," he smiled with his eyes closed and tangled his legs with yours, heating up your entire body almost immediately.

"But I woke you! And you were looking so peaceful and I know you have trouble falling asleep and that this was probably one time you slept peacefully and I ruined it-"

"Oh shut up," he grumbled and pushed your head against his chest so you'd be quiet. "I said it's fine and what part did you not understand?"

"I understood you perfectly," you slightly pulled away and rolled your eyes. "I just-"

"Shush!" He interrupted again and silenced you by the only thing that came to his mind, kissing you.

When you opened your eyes, an adorable dorky grin spread across your face making Remus chuckle softly as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep now, yeah?" He whispered and you nodded slowly, head resting right above his heart to hear it thudding madly and then slowing down.

"Thanks Rem," you muttered and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek.

"Always, my love. I've told you this before haven't I? You can talk to me any time that you want, it doesn't matter," he smiled.

A sense of relief washed over you and you hugged him tighter, your mind abruptly overwhelmed as every emotion seemed to hit you at this moment.

You would call yourself foolish just for doubting for one minute that Remus would never be there, that maybe he'd be upset at you waking him up.

This was when you realised that boy was here to stay, he would never fail you. You had found your soulmate, your life partner.

"I love you," you winked and tried to flirt with your own boyfriend.

His loud laugh resonated in the room at your silly behaviour. "I love you too, you dork".

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I lay down my head on your shoulder and think, if I could always be like this. I breathe in your scent and I don't dare to blink, If we could always be like this.

Remus was walking across the courtyard, an usual but serene atmosphere around him, definitely due to the absence of his chaotic friends and girlfriend.

His feet made a gentle sound as he moved, looking up at the bright blue sky and smiling at the warm weather.

When suddenly out of nowhere, he felt a poke on his cheek and he turned around, frowning at seeing no one.

He must've imagined something, he thought and continued his slow walk.

But he felt a poke again, this time on his other cheek and he looked around again but saw no one near him.

"Sirius," he muttered to himself and shook his head as he resumed his pacing, keeping a close eye if he felt the touch once more.

After several more pokes and nudges and another bunch of unsuccessful attempts at catching the ghost, he grew frustrated and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Sirius or whoever you are. Please present yourself," he grumbled with a small glare.

But after a few seconds, his eyes widened on feeling lips touch his cheek and he turned around so fast that his neck almost snapped.

A smile spread across his face as he saw the culprit stick out her tongue and cackle maniacally before sprinting away.

"You can't outrun me!" He shouted and started chasing after you, laughter escaping both of your lips.

He was only inches away and finally took hold of your hand in a firm grip, effectively stopping you and pulled you into him, your back pressed against his chest.

"Gotcha," he murmured in your ear, a grin on his face at your annoyed pout.

"Atleast I managed to frustrate you," a chuckle sounded and you winked at him as he swung his arm around your shoulder.

"I thought that was Sirius," he said amusedly. "But you were the mysterious ghost".

"Beware of me, Lupin! I'll be sure to haunt you at midnight," you whispered in a scary voice, wiggling your fingers at him threateningly.

"Sure," he smiled, not scared in the least and instead quite endeared by your haunted expression.

You teo walked over to the grounds and sat underneath the large tree, both of your backs pressed against the trunk.

"Want some?" He asked and offered you your favorite piece of chocolate.

You nodded and he held it close to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth and when you did, he pulled his hand back and ate the chocolate himself with a devilish grin.

"You're so mean," you sighed in disbelief. "No one ever dares to mess with me and my food and you happen to be the first person to do so".

"I'm honoured," he faked a look of emotional pride and raised his hand to his chest.

"I hate you," a frown visible on your face as you threw a glare at the grinning boy.

"I love you too," he said in a sing-song voice.

You tried to not smile and avoided looking at him as your lips started to twitch upwards.

"Peace offering?" He murmured and held out another bar of chocolate for you to accept.

"No," you refused instantly.

"Chocolate with a kiss?" He asked and tried to tempt you by leaning closer and closer.

"No?" He questioned at your lack of response though a small smirk was there at seeing your face becoming red.

"I-"

But before you could even say anything more, you were cut off by his lips being pressed against your gently as his hands went down to your waist.

"Remus you-"

He interrupted you again by another kiss, a little rough this time as he pushed you back against the tree.

The honey-eyed boy pulled away at last, a dazed and thrilled expression on his face as he watched you with a smug look.

"Oh piss off," you laughed and cupped your own cheeks to hide the blush from him.

You saw a piece of chocolate resting on his palm that was extended towards you and with a defeated sigh, it was accepted.

He grinned pointedly and laid his head on your shoulder, his eyes sparkling with affection for his girl.

"I still hate you," you whispered softly and rested your head against his.

"I still love you," came his sing song voice and he grinned as you flushed and rolled your eyes.

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Just listen here we are again, through the fire through the rain. The roads we crossed they built the story of us. Here we are again, and I still feel the same. You and I, we write the story of us.

"I swear to merlin if you sigh one more time I'm gonna rip your head off," Marlene threatened and glared at you.

You just roll your eyes and snuggle deeper under the covers, holding you pillow tightly against your chest.

"Just talk to him!" Lily interrupted and there was annoyance on her features.

"You think I haven't tried? He doesn't even look at me anymore," you whine and pull the blanket over your face.

It was the truth actually. Ever since the intense argument between you and Remus, the boy hadn't so much as glanced in your direction, much less talk.

You admitted it to be your fault but he was still intent on ignoring you and giving you the silent treatment for godric knows how long.

It was a big secret, too important to be kept in the dark from him. But it was too personal for you and that was what worried you more than ever.

Sirius knew, he was the first person you'd told because he understood your situation, probably better than you did yourself. And then somehow James found out, and then Remus who was the last.

"It's been three days," Dorcas piped in unhelpfully making you groan.

"Thanks for the reminder".

"You two are too stubborn and this ain't working if y'all keep this going on," Marlene muttered seriously.

"But I've been trying to talk to him every single day and that guy doesn't give a flying duck!" You exclaimed angrily.

"He feels betrayed. Hurt even," Lily murmured softly. "You shouldn't have lied to him, you know".

"I do know! But I'm not comfortable on sharing it with everyone! He should understand".

"Remus is the most understanding person I've known," she continued with a gentle voice. "He feels hurt and rightfully so. You've been together for almost two years now and he thought you'd trust him enough to not keep anything".

Your heart lurched with guilt at her statement. You trusted him, you really did.

"But now that he finds out about the secret from Sirius and James rather than his own girlfriend, he's upset," Dorcas concluded.

"I just wasn't ready," you mumbled and rubbed your left forearm where the mark had permanently tainted your skin. "I thought he'd be disgusted and would leave".

"You didn't have a choice," Lily coaxed and pulled you in a hug. "He knows that".

"And did we leave? Then there's not even a question of him leaving, it doesn't make sense," Dorcas smiled and rubbed your shoulder.

Remus Lupin was important to you and he wasn't understanding just how much. It was because of that importance that you had hesitated for a million times. It wasn't the question of trust, you blindly trusted him. But this was a really personal and serious topic to go around telling everyone.

But you knew it to be your fault, it was your fault. You should have told him somehow, or atleast tried to. That boy had revealed his deepest secrets to you, giving you a testimony to the amount of trust he had in you. And you had done exactly the opposite.

"Let's go out somewhere," Marlene suggested and got up. "You've been cooped up in here for too long".

"Yeah," you mumbled and half-heartedly stood up, your body not even having the strength to simply walk.

"Oh show some energy, you dimwit!" Dorcas grinned and quite literally dragged you down the stairs.

A small laugh escaped your lips and the girls all cheered internally.

"Alright we're playing tag!" She suddenly announced and started chasing after them without so much of a headstart.

The others all screamed loudly and began running for their lives, "THAT'S UNFAIR!"

The game went for for a good whole ten minutes and all of you decided to sit down to take a breath.

"Once more!" Lily yelled and this time she was the one to chase after the others.

"How in merlin's eyeballs are you so fast?! She exclaimed in disbelief after failing to catch you for three times.

You just stuck out your tongue and sprinted forward while glancing behind to see where your favorite red-head was when you collided against something- or- someone.

"Holy merlin!" You groaned and reached out your palms to balance yourself, not registering a certain pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

But once it did strike you that it wasn't a thing- but a person, your eyes widened and you pulled away to see Remus.

The two of you were quite close. Your palms pressed against his chest while his arms were holding your waist. Neither of you making the move to pull apart.

You gaze slowly shifted to his eyes, a small smile about to break on your lips at seeing his honey-brown eyes again. Though the happiness dropped soon enough at his expressionless face.

"Sorry," you muttered and reluctantly distanced yourself.

"Be careful," he replied back and it was probably the end of your conversation it if hadn't been for his arms still around you.

"I'm sorry," the apology fell from your lips again, this time directed towards your argument.

"I was hurt, you know? I thought we both trusted each other a lot, that there weren't any secrets of any kind between us," he said in a soft voice.

"I know!" You grumbled and unconsciously moved closer and his grip tightened as well. "I trust you, Remus. Believe me I do. But this felt like a much more complicated secret and I just couldn't get it out".

"You told Sirius," he whispered, not angry but a little insecure.

"I did," you admitted. "Because at that time I thought he was the one who'll understand my situation the most".

He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "I'm sorry, Remus. I- I swear I never wanted to keep such a big thing from you. I was scared".

"Of what?"

"You leaving. Getting disgusted by me and breaking up".

His neutral face quickly changed into one full of disbelief and sadness. "How can you think like that? I'd never leave you, much less for something that was not even your choice in the first place".

"Come on," you laughed bitterly. "Who wants to be in a relationship with a girl who's branded with the dark mark?"

"I do," he said simply. "And it's not just your fault, it was mine too. I shouldn't have ignored you, should've tried to understand your situation better".

You nodded, agreeing with everything and looked down, staring at the ground.

He bit his lip in tiny hesitation and slowly raised his palm to cup your cheek, smiling as your head involuntarily leaned into his. His hand directed your face to look up at him and the both your eyes searched each other's faces, scanning every little thing.

"Missed you," he sighed as your thumb caressed the small scar on his cheekbone. His arms returning back to encircling your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"Ditto Mr Lupin," a small smile stretched your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry again, love. I really shouldn't have ignored you like that," he murmured and rested his forehead against yours.

"It's okay, we're okay".

"I love you so much," he whispered and opened his eyes, your noses slightly brushing. "And it doesn't matter to me that you've got the dark mark. You don't support their people, you don't support their actions, their choices and that's all for me".

"I love you too," you smiled a full smile.

"On second thought, if we cancel the fact that it's supposed to be bad, the tattoo does look bloody cool on you".

You laughed out loud this time and laid your head on his shoulder, happy at feeling his warmth and comfort once again.

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Sway with me like a firefly, stay with me 'til the day I die. Write the story of us. Sway with me like a firefly, stay with me 'til the day I die. Write the story of us.

Remus Lupin and you, the perfect couple, the power duo, the ideal pair.

It had been two complete years that y'all were dating and they were filled with every type of emotion.

It just felt natural. The boy who had once been your closest friend was now your boyfriend, one of the most important person in your life.

And you were happy.

The two of you had been through a lot. Had playful moments, adorable confessions, stubborn fights, emotional reunions and a beautiful relationship.

You had fought like murderous people but had always came back to each other.

Each of you had been a shoulder for the other to cry on.

Each of you had been the arms to hold and fix the broken pieces of the other.

Each of you had been the reason for the brightest smile on the other's faces after having a long day.

Each of you had been the reason for the faint or deep blush painting the other's cheeks.

At the moment, your group was lounging on the open grounds, lazing under the shade of the huge tree.

You and James were running around barefoot on the grass, laughing cheerfully as you messed around while the others smiled.

You stopped and stood for awhile, looking around to see Remus walking towards you and you waved frantically, gaining his attention.

"CATCH ME!" Was the only warning the honey-brown haired boy had before you were sprinting toward him at full speed, putting your entire trust in him without any sort of hesitation because you knew he would catch you.

And he did, of course he did.

His arms wrapped just above your knees and you were lifted up in the air, laughter heard from both of you as he spun you around.

You spread out your arms, the bright smile never leaving your face as you were spinning without a care in the world.

His eyes on the other hand didn't stray away from you for even a second. Taking in your illuminated body, your ecstatic grin and just watching your every movement with a loving and affectionate gaze.

This was it. This was your story.

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[sweeethinny]

Why am I too attracted to my wife?

@breaniebree asked someone to write something about this post here, and I did

hope you like it, it was fun writing this <3

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Ginny was beautiful.

Extremely beautiful and hot.

So perfect it felt unreal.

Harry knew this very well, he always knew, since he was sixteen and she began to disturb him in his dreams, making him wake up with discomfort and a desire to take a cold shower.

But lately, she looked spectacular, and Harry, in his thirties, felt like a teenager.

She had cut her hair to her shoulders, and done something that left a few strands lighted golden in the middle of the natural bright orange. She had also put on more earrings in her ears, in addition to the tattoo she got on the side of her thigh all the way to her ass, that showed up whenever she wore shorts, a skirt or a dress, and it drove Harry crazy.

She didn't even try to drive him crazy, she didn't need to wear sexy, lacy lingerie or anything like that, she just had to smile and call him babe, and that’s it, Harry melted like butter in the hot pan.

Ginny was wearing sweatpants and shirts that the fabric was almost see-through, or worse, his shirts, and Harry felt his stomach churn and his cock twitching in his pants.

She was wearing an elegant dress for their date, a slit in the thigh showing the tattoo, a cleavage that made her perfect breasts even more perfect, and Harry was dead inside.

Ginny went to bed and wore his shirt, and Harry had wet dreams about her.

It was shameful. Sincerely.

Shameful.

He was obsessed with her, her image came into his mind during the day and then Harry had no rest, wanting more than ever to just go home and be with her.

It wasn't even a need to have sex, because they had a good sex life, but Harry just wanted to be with her. The two of them lying on the couch, talking about nothing, Ginny talking about her training, them planning their next family trip…maybe it was because now that they had two kids, somehow Ginny had gotten even prettier, and to think that she had become pregnant with his child, perhaps it would make everything more real for him.

They were a family now. Forever united in some way.

Harry loved watching her rock Albus, or holding hands with James as they walked across the yard to pick oranges. There was something magical about watching her do trivial things, like when she lay in the hammock with the boys and kept mumbling a song Harry didn't recognize.

"I love you," He said for the thousandth time today, warming James' milk as she finished tidying up the kitchen.

"I love you too babe," She smiled, splashing a product on their table and wiping the cloth.

He was lost.

Harry didn't know if it was healthy to love someone that much, but he honestly didn't care.

"I'll put the boys to sleep, and I'll meet you in the bedroom?" Harry took the two bottles, one with milk from Ginny and the other with milk from the market.

"Yes, I'm tired today… Can I get a massage?" Ginny blinked at him, a cheeky smile on her lips.

Harry squirmed, preferring to take a few minutes to kiss her hungrily before running upstairs to the boys' room.

He didn't know if the other guys loved and dreamed of their wives as much as Harry did, so he didn't know if this was common or not. But it was something he was living and each day it seemed he loved her more and more.

Like yesterday, when Ginny cut his hair. Something super banal, which she had been doing since they moved in together, but which suddenly made Harry purr like a kitten when he felt her fingers touching his scalp.

Or when last week she took the boys to visit him at work, since she had the afternoon off and the three of them went shopping. Seeing her there, with their children, had Harry grinning like a fool for hours.

And he couldn't even remember how hard he got on Saturday, when he had to pick her up from practice and saw her working out, all sweaty, wearing a gym top and tight pants, throwing the Bludgers with all her strength, making her arm and the back flexed. Harry almost had to run to the bathroom.

He was crazy about her.

"Done, " he said after fifteen minutes of trying to get the boys to sleep. James had no problem, they played all day and he was tired so he slept with the bottle still in his mouth. But Albus was tougher, so Harry needed to spend time in the rocking chair with his son in his lap, mumbling songs he had learned and hoping Albus would fall asleep. "I can give you that massage I promised you," Ginny smiled, going into their room and pulling off her Weird Sister shirt, just wearing her shorts and falling onto the bed on her stomach.

"I'm more than ready… It's amazing how soft your hands are," She sighed and Harry closed the door, going into the bathroom to get the cream he always used.

"I need to dedicate myself if I want to impress you," Harry walked over to her, climbing onto the bed and putting one knee on either side of her.

"You always amaze me, you know that."

"I am happy with that."

"I love you," Ginny moaned as he touched her shoulder blades, spreading the cream all over the area. "I love you very much,"

"I love you too, Gin," Harry smiled.

She would drive him crazy and Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he would even give his entire fortune to her if that were necessary.

He was just an idiot in love with his wife, who could judge him?

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which you are sick and James comforts you.

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Over the past few weeks, autumn had invaded Hogwarts, with golden leaves slowly dropping from their places on the trees, leaving a delightful crunching noise whenever you wandered around the grounds of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts had started to take on the typical cool chill and drafts which ran through the castle and struck when you were walking around the corridors, and it was due to this, you thought, that you had ended up with possibly the worst bout of flu that you had ever had.

You, in truth, were rather resentful that your favourite season - a time for bundling up in knitted jumpers and curling up in front of the fire with a good book - had targeted you in this way. Feeling rather sorry for yourself, and your utter lack of being able to breathe properly through you nose, you had elected to spend the Saturday tucked into bed, under obscene amounts of blankets and quilts, with a rather large stack of tissues building up in the bin besides you.

Your bad mood over your cold was furthered by the fact that, if you squinted slightly out of your dorm window, you could see the Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch game that the whole castle had been abuzz with excitement for over the past several weeks. You couldn't stop thinking about James - the boy whom you had been with for months now - who would most definitely be looking for you in the stands, confused why you weren't there embarrassingly cheering for him as per usual. You really had meant to go - and had been halfway out of your lovely, warm, bed, before your legs started to shake underneath you, and Lily had rather forcefully buried you under so many blankets that you could hardly move to sneeze, let alone get out of bed.

You sneezed again, and let out a very self-pitying groan, before your eyes started to flutter, and you fell into a drowsy, sickly, sleep.

You awoke later to the door opening - having always been a light sleeper - what you realised with a start must have been many hours later, as the dorm room was now shrouded with the last, dusky, light of the day. The house elves must have been, too, as several lamps were lit, lighting the room with a comfortably golden glow.

You blinked sleepily, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion, glancing towards the person stood in the doorway.

A soft smile appeared upon your lips as you saw James - his hair even more haphazard and windswept than usual, his cheeks red from the cold outside - a worried look on his face.

"'M sorry I didn't make it, Jamie." You mumbled from underneath the mountain of blankets, reaching out a hand into the cold air, reaching out for him.

"'T's fine." He murmured in a way that told you that he wasn't angry, crossing the room in only a few short paces with his ridiculously long legs. "Lils told me you were sick."

He was still wearing his slightly muddy Quidditch robes - he must have come straight here. The thought made your heart swell, and your already hot face warm.

His fingers brushed against your forehead, brushing away some of the hair that was plastered to your forehead.

"Did you win?" You gazed up at him, fingers wrapping his own and squeezing.

"Course." That half-arrogant, half-endearing smirk took its rightful place upon his face as he said that.

You tried to cheer, pride swelling in your chest, but it ended up being a rather pitiful half-cough.

"Merlin, Y/N, you're burning."

His fingers touched your forehead again, as if to confirm what he had just said. Instead of the joy that should have been on his face, was worry, his forehead creased.

"'M fine, James." Your voice was slightly muffled as your blew your nose into another tissue. "Just a cold."

His fingers lingered on your face.

"I should get you to Madame Pomfrey."  He spoke, decidedly.

You gave a small grin at that.

"Honestly, James, I'm fine." You spoke quietly. "Why don't you go to the party that I'm sure Sirius is destroying the common room with right now? Celebrate your win."

He shook his head, instead pulling off his robes and leaving them in a pile on your floor, leaving himself in only a t-shirt and his boxers, which, admittedly, was not a bad sight.

"I know I said I'm fine, but that doesn't mean I want to have flu sex-"

You teased the bespectacled boy, and he let out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Just want to hold you." He spoke in a gravely, tired voice, and it was only then that you realised that he was probably exhausted, too. He always was after quidditch.

You shifted along to the edge of the bed, making as much room as you could in the tiny Hogwarts twin bed, and felt the slight draft of freezing air as he climbed in next to you. The first few seconds were an awkward mess of trying to coordinate limbs, but, finally, he was curled around you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You sighed, nuzzling into his chest, your freezing body warming slightly with his radiator-like heat.

"You're gonna get sick too, you know." You mumbled into the thin fabric of his shirt, breathing in the smell that was utterly him - expensive cologne, pine, and the slight musk of sweat.

Somehow, even being near James made you feel a little better.

"Doesn't matter." He murmured back, resting his chin on the top of your head, tracing patterns with his fingers up and down your back.

You were almost dozing back into a more comfortable sleep, when your eyes flickered back open again.

"Wait-" You blinked owlishly up at him. "How'd you get past the stairs?"

The girls stairs at Hogwarts were notorious for turning into a slide every time someone of the opposite gender tried to climb up them - which all of the Marauders, and most distinctly, Sirius, had proved multiple times over the years.

He let out a gravely laugh at that, the mischief that had been missing creeping back into his voice.

"Prongs helped."

You bit your lip to prevent you laughing and hurting your cold-infested chest.

"You know," You muttered, with a small smile, "People are really going to start talking if they keep seeing a deer try and make it's way up the stairs."

He snorted.

"It wasn't graceful, I'll admit. Hooves don't work as well on stairs."

You let out a giggle, and once more drifted off to sleep, and this time, your dreams were permeated with the image of a fully grown deer trying to climb some very steep stairs.

Sure enough, the next morning, James woke you up with a very loud sneeze.