#Sirius microfic

[prongsielefthiswand]

hmm something I’ve been thinking about lately, particularly after listening to ‘Twin size mattress’ regarding Sirius and Regulus.

I know as a fandom usually nowadays we see Regulus’ pov after Sirius left where he’s (understandably) devastated and regardless of the particular portrayal of whether Regulus wAs a death eater or not, he still was left behind by his big brother and being angsty and upset over it is perfectly reasonable.

But as the oldest sibling myself, my view on the situation is through Sirius’ eyes.

Sirius, who for years has felt trapped beneath his skin everytime he goes home for the holidays. He knows he’s a (pun not intended) black sheep, and that realistically if he wants to live a life where he’s happy, it can’t be in the company of the rest of his biological family. He’s not an idiot he knows there’s a growing distance between him and Regulus, but they’re all emotionally repressed, there’s no way he’s going to initiate that conversation with Regulus and talk about it.

Instead Sirius turns to James and lets him fill in that hole that Regulus is slowly leaving.

James’ love is easy, unconditional, and unmarred by traumatic childhood memories.

I’d like to think that Sirius stayed there as long as he could, not because he wanted the money or the name or anything, but because he couldn’t truely let Regulus go.

As you age, you grow and mature but sometimes you’re so caught up in your own growing up that you forget that the people around you are also growing with you. The realisation can come suddenly, like noticing one day that your mum has streaks of grey in her hair, and you wonder when did that happen.

For Sirius, it’s when Regulus started snapping back at him, started questioning him, when he started having little mannerisms and phrases that didn’t come from him.

From on then I imagine Sirius dreaded seeing Regulus grow up, because the more the did, the further away they got from each other. That wasn’t the only shift happening.

Sirius had heard whispers of someone rising, had noticed that more and more comments against muggleborns and halfbloods were being being made at dinners and functions, that his own mother had grown increasingly more wary of their reputation, as her hold around Sirius and Regulus had become worse.

What was manageable before with gritted teeth and blatant ignorance, was now met with curses and shrieks.

Regulus never said a word during any of these ordeals, but he never left until Sirius was patched up and had limped back to his room.

Distantly, Sirius thinks of the cruel irony, how they only started to match that closeness they shared as children when Sirius was being beaten black and blue on the floor of his father’s study.

Whilst Regulus waves his wand over the cuts, Sirius aches to reach out, to say something, anything.

He silently begs Regulus to say something himself.

no words were exchanged as Regulus finished up and silently left.

The night Sirius left, he thought he was going to die.

dinner had been a bloodbath, his mother had mentioned a potential match for him, as many girls were being married off quickly in these trying times, and Sirius put his foot down. It was bloody, even Regulus ad finally broke out of his horrified silence to whisper out a panicked “Siri- please-“.

Late that night, Sirius packed a bag.

His head was a whirl of thoughts, but his hands hadn’t stopped shaking since dinner time, and he didn’t think he’d be comfortable sleeping under this roof ever again.

“What are you doing?” A voice interrupted him from where he was stuffing shirts into his bag.

Regulus stood before him in his silken pjs.

Reggie , Sirius’ mind whispered, heart aching to reach out for him again.

his Reggie, with a nasty mark in the shape of a hand going across his cheek.

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Regulus asked again, and for the first time in years, Sirius saw how young his brother really was.

Heart in his throat, Sirius would have begged Regulus to come with him, come to the Potter’s, where they’d be safe, where they’d loved.

Where they could learn to love each other.

Sirius is startled when Regulus starts to cry, shaking his head incessantly.

He wants to reach out, so he does, but this time, he’s being batted off. He’s being yelled at, he’s being blamed for Regulus being hit in the face.

And Sirius, Sirius can’t hear his own thoughts anymore. He barely remembers to breathe.

The night Sirius ran away from that house, he thought he was going to die, not because of the curses his parents laid upon him, but because he left his heart back there with him.

He doesn’t remember how he ended up outside on the side of the road, the Knightbus driving up towards him.

He doesn’t register trudging up the stairs to the Potter’s place, shivering lightly against the snowy steps.

That night, curled up beside James, his brother, Sirius cries himself to sleep.

It doesn’t get easier over time.

Regulus ignores him back at Hogwarts and Sirius can’t find it in himself to reach out for him again.

He notices how the bags grow beneath his eyes as the months pass, notices how Regulus is pulled out of school constantly, if his absences at meals had anything to say for it.

His brother needed help, and no one seemed to be doing anything.

But by the time he’d finally mustered the courage to step in, Regulus was pulled out of school and Sirius’ own graduation came not long after that.

Before he could even hope to reconnect during their adult lives, his dreams were shattered by the daily prophet with a simple headline, and Sirius’ heart broke for the second time.

[jamessluttythighs]

core - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 209

James was sitting on his bed, hands trembling. 

“Prongs, you look like you’re about to throw up, mate. Are you good?” Remus asked cautiously. He had a book balanced in one hand while the other was carding through Sirius’ hair. Sirius, who was lying in Remus’ lap, tentatively opened one eye to look at his best friend.

“Well erm it’s just …” James trailed off, not making eye contact. 

Concerned, Sirius propped himself next to Remus on the bed. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?” Sirius said gently.

At this Peter shuffled closer to the edge of his bed, giving James an encouraging look. “You can do it, James,” giving him a small smile and nod.

James took a deep breath.

“Wellitsjustthatregulusandihavebeendatingforthepastmonthandmenottellingyouhasbeeneatingmealiveandicantdoitanymore,” James spilled out in one breath.

“What?” Sirius asked, perplexed.

“Regulus and I are dating,” James said slowly.

A smile spread across Sirius’ face and he leant dramatically against Remus. He threw his one hand against his forehead in mock surprise. “I am shook to my core. How will I ever recover from this brand new information?”

James looked up confused. “You knew?” 

“My dearest Prongsie boy, you can’t keep the love off your face when looking at Reggie for shit,” Sirius laughed.

[my-castles-crumbling]

thigh - January 12 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - NSFW (suggestive comments) - word count: 312

"Oh, fuck him," Regulus hissed, looking over to the Lake from his spot leaning against a nearby tree.

Barty, who was lounging near him, looked over and immediately gave a lewd grin. "I agree. Wholeheartedly. I'd fuck him."

Hissing and hitting Barty upside the head, Regulus stared over to the water's edge where four Seventh Years were messing around. One of whom was, of course, James Potter.

James Potter, who was wearing swimming trunks so short, his thick, muscular, delicious thighs were on clear display, even from Regulus's spot a hundred feet away.

Of course, Regulus had no problem with this. He was all for people wearing what they wanted, and not shaming them for it or objectifying them. Except in this situation, James was one hundred percent doing this on purpose. Because only last night, Regulus had shared a rather embarrassing secret, courtesy of too many Butterbeers and a game of Questions:

"Favorite body part on a person?" Lily had asked, giggling and red, four drinks and two shots in.

"Oh, arse. Definitely," Sirius has responded, causing Remus to go bright red, while James had burst into laughter.

But when it was Regulus's turn to answer, he had been tipsily daydreaming about Quidditch Practice, and James Potter's legs wrapped around a broomstick, and...well... "Thighs," he'd answered dreamily, only realizing he'd answered out loud when the room had erupted with laughter.

And now he was here.

"He's doing it on purpose," Regulus said through gritted teeth, staring daggers at James, who sent a huge, challenging grin his way, jerking his chin upward in acknowledgement before turning away, allowing Regulus a great view of his backside. "He's..."

"He's fucking fit," Barty sighed, chucking. "Just admit it, Reg. You want him as much as he wants you."

And Regulus said nothing. Because Barty was speaking the truth, and he didn't want to say so.

[sweeterelease]

james likes kissing. no, he doesn't go around kissing random people without their consent, in fact he doesn't actually kiss at all, not really. james pecks, he likes planting little smooches on his friends cheeks, his mom's forehead, his dad's knuckles. james enjoys kissing but that doesn't mean he does it without purpose, he kisses for admiration, care, love. sometimes james stims with giddiness that can't seem to stay within his own body, the need to do something. james kisses because he likes the feel of warm skin under his lips, the brief touch of intimacy with someone he cherishes.

james gets into a kissy fit and delivers tiny nibbles on remus' face, sirius', peter's, is that regulus? fuck it, regulus' and— regulus is not letting go. regulus' hands mirror his own, cool fingers hold his face in place just like warm ones nestle into dark curls. regulus' eyes search for him, burning into james' like a candle melts into wax puddles. he's nervous, james notes, but whatever he's looking for regulus seems to find. james stands there, staring into gray eyes, rendered stupid but intrigued. he wants to laugh, now nervous too, but james doesn't get to because there's a sharp breath —he can't tell from who— before regulus surges forward.

james kisses, but nothing compares to the first time he's been kissed.

[starchaserdreams]

When I get a nice AO3 comment or Tumblr reblog I have to force myself not to say "I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER I'M OBSESSED WITH YOU" and instead say "thanks"

[ultravioletbrit]

“Italy” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 333 words

 

Regulus has his suitcase packed and he’s almost out the door when Sirius stops him.

“Where are you going?” Sirius asks him.

“Italy.” Regulus almost growls.

“Why are you going to Italy?” Sirius asks ignoring Regulus’ tone.

“He asked me to marry him, Sirius!” Regulus says through gritted teeth.

“Yes. I know.” Sirius tells him.

“YOU KNOW?” Regulus is yelling now.

“Yes, of course I know. That still doesn’t explain why you’re going to Italy.” Sirius questions again.

“HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM, SIRIUS!?” Still yelling and getting louder.

“Reggie, I still don’t see the connection here.” Sirius says, but before Regulus can answer, James walks out of their bedroom.

“James, Reg is going---” Sirius starts.

“To Italy. I heard… He’ll be back.” James says casually.

“No, I will not!” Regulus says firmly at the same time Sirius asks “What?!” as he looks at James confused.

“He just needs a bit of time to process.” James shrugs, still very calm about the entire situation.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Sirius asks a bit frantically.

“I freaked out when he went to France when I asked him to be my boyfriend, but then he came back a week later and said yes. So, I didn’t freak out when he went to Greece when I told him I loved him. And then he went to… Spain?” He questions and looks at Regulus.

“Yes.” Regulus grits out.

“Spain, when I asked him to move in with me. Italy sounds like it will be nice. Have a good time.” James tells Regulus and gives him a kiss.

“I am not coming back this time, James.” Regulus says very definitively.

“Okay, love. I’ll see you in a week.” James says as he starts to walk towards the kitchen. He pauses and looks over his shoulder, “You have the ring, right?” He asks Regulus.

“Yes.” Regulus says as he walks out and slams the door. 

---------

Regulus is back in a week with the ring on his finger.

[marauders-bs]

"James?" Lily says. Her mascara is running tear tracks down her face. Marlene and Remus, who are flanking her, look similar.

"What's happened, Lils?" James asks, standing up quickly. She hands him a newspaper, which he unfolds.

The front cover:

Regulus Black, Heir to the Black Fortune, Now Presumed Dead Due to Unknown Circumstances.

He chokes. It's like someone's reached down his throat and ripped out his heart. Next thing he knows, Sirius is there, and Remus and Peter and the girls, but no Reg.

No Evan or Barty either.

"They probably sold him out," Marlene says, hand on Sirius's shoulder.

"They wouldn't," Remus says. "Those two were there for him when none of us were. They protect him like he's their kid, they're probably lighting shit on fire already."

James can't talk. That can't be true.

-

"Hey, James," Sirius calls through the house, appearing with a cat in his arms. "Cat's attached to me and Remus doesn't want it, do you?"

James looks at the cat. It's got white fur in a frame around its face and striking blue eyes.

"Yeah," James says. "Also, it's time for you to head out isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sirius says.

He just leaves. None of us believe in goodbyes.

"Morning, Potter," the cat says while transforming. "I must say, I had no idea my brother was that predictable."

James smiles and wraps his arms around Regulus Black. "Can't believe you faked your own death for me."

"You're alright."

"Ooh, alright, am I?" James asks, pressing his forehead to Regulus's, both of their visions tainted by bleached-white and curly brown hair.

Regulus grins, stands up on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips to James's. "Maybe a little more."

[vinylfoxbooks]

December 4 - Allergic | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 479

“I’m allergic to cats, you asshole!” Sirius screeches when his brother jumps up onto his lap, “I don’t care if its’ in animagus form, you have fucking cat germs and issues.”

“Sirius?” Lily asks, walking into the common room, “Why are you yelling at a cat?” 

Sirius pouts, “It’s James’ fucking cat and he hates me. I’m allergic to cats his favourite activity is to fucking jump on my lap and scratch me when James isn’t around.” 

“James has a cat?” 

He groans, “Yeah, it’s one of the cats around the castle that just wanders in sometimes. His favourite person is James, so he’s James’ cat- OW, you dick,” he sneers at the cat, “Get off my fucking lap, James is going to be here any minute.” The cat hisses at him, bringing his claws out and starting to make biscuits on his thigh, “That fucking hurts, dude.” 

“Do you think the cat hates you because you hate it?” 

Sirius shakes his head, “No, I don’t hate him, I just think that this cat can hear and knows that I don’t want to be around cats.” 

“How unfortunate is it to be allergic to cats and live in a castle where there are so many cats just wandering around.” Pete comments, walking up to the couch that Sirius is pinned to by the cat, reaching down to pet it and getting scratched immediately, pulling his hand away. 

“I’m just glad that I’m not going to die from it,” Sirius shakes his head. Just as he finishes, the portrait swings open and James stroll into the room, smiling when they see the cat in Sirius’ lap. 

“Leo!” They cheer, walking to grab the little black cat from their best friend’s lap, bringing the cat to their face and pressing a kiss to his little forehead. They turn back to Sirius and Pete, “He wasn’t too hard on you guys, was he?” 

“He’s always an asshole to me,” Sirius pouts. James laughs gently, moving their hold on the cat so he’s cradled in their arms, nods to Lily, and heads up towards the dorm. 

As soon as they’re in the dorm, Regulus jumps down from James’ arms and transforms, pulling them to his chest once he has his bearings. James smiles down at him, “You can’t just bully your brother when I’m not there.”

“I’m his brother, I can do as I please to him,” 

“He’s allergic to cats, and I really don’t want to have to deal with him complaining that he can’t breathe for the rest of the day because you’re being a dick.” 

Regulus shrugs, “I don’t have to deal with it, so it’s not my problem.” 

James rolls their eyes, leaning down to kiss him gently before pulling away and heading to put their cloak down on their bed, “You’re ridiculous.” 

“You love me.”

“For some reason.”

[onehundredflamingos]

13 / head | scarf / 447 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“I wish you’d stop wearing my brother’s clothes,” Sirius said with a scowl, nodding at the Slytherin scarf wrapped around James’ neck. “Green isn’t your color.”

“Every color is his color,” Regulus argued, suddenly standing beside James.

James had slept over in Regulus’ dorm room the night before; he had gotten ready there before breakfast, and wasn’t expecting to see Regulus again until after their school days were over. “Although I am partial to him putting my clothes on instead of his own after we fu—”

“That’s—“ Sirius cleared his throat, quickly drowning out the rest of Regulus’ sentence with his own sound of disgust. He turned away, muttering quietly to himself, “I hate this.”

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack?” James asked with a laugh, turning away from his best friend’s retreating back and looking down at his boyfriend.

“Me?” Regulus asked indignantly, feigning offense. “You’re the one who grabbed my scarf this morning.”

“It smells like you,” James replied, almost petulantly. The words were confident, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Regulus smiled up at him, a soft, knowing thing that was reserved only for James, before grabbing each end of the offending scarf in each of his fists. He tugged roughly, yanking James’ head down until their lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“Meet me in my dorm at lunch and you can earn it back,” Regulus said suggestively, before pulling James into a deep kiss. There was the distant, unmistakable sound of Sirius choking on his pumpkin juice behind them, but James could hardly hear it, all of his senses honing in on the feel of Regulus’ tongue against his own. His focus was solely on the promise of what was to come. “But right now I need it back, or I won’t hear the end of it from Slughorn.”

James whined as they broke apart, but he let Regulus pull the fabric from around his neck, and watched as Regulus turned to walk away with nothing more than a wink.

“Stop staring at my little brother,” Sirius said, walking back up to James and smacking him in the back of the head. “We’re going to be late for transfiguration.”

“But he’s so p—”

“If I have to hear you tell me that he’s pretty one more time, I’m gonna hit you again.”

James huffed out a laugh, but obediently followed Sirius to class in silence anyway.

He spent the rest of the morning keeping his thoughts to himself, the ones of a pretty pale body writhing beneath his touch, of pretty pink lips and pretty grey eyes.

Lunch didn’t come nearly fast enough.

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / crazy / 478 words

“Am I crazy?” Regulus said as he paced around Sirius’ study. He arrived unannounced, not more than twenty minutes ago. 

“What?” Sirius replied, for what felt like the sixth time.

“Come on, be honest—” Regulus collapsed into the armchair next to him, his head in his hands, “��am I insane?”

“I’m lost.”

“For thinking we can make it work,” Regulus breathed, still in panic.

“I’m still very confused,” Sirius mumbled, though he doubted his brother even heard him.

Regulus took a deep, shaky breath and finally met Sirius’ gaze. “Do you think it can really work?”

“Reg, it’s been working for what—five? Six years?” Sirius set his glass of whiskey down, his voice softening. “Why wouldn’t it work now?”

“Because love isn’t everything,” Regulus muttered, his face dropping back into his hands.

“What exactly are you asking me?” Sirius leaned back in his chair.

“Just… I don’t know, you always say love isn’t everything.” He buried his face between his hands. 

“True.” Sirius paused. Regulus wasn’t an open book—one of the many things they had in common—but God, how Sirius wished he could crack him open and read. He’d gladly reread the same sentence over and over if it meant understanding what Regulus needed right now.

All he could do was try.

“Yes, love isn’t everything,” Sirius began cautiously. “But I think it makes you kinder—”

Regulus sighed loudly, shooting him an annoyed look. A rich reaction, coming from the man who’d barged in ranting nonsense.

“Will you let me finish?”

Regulus huffed but nodded.

“It makes you kinder,” Sirius repeated. “It helps you look past all the dumb shit, the meaningless distractions, and actually focus on what matters.”

Regulus was finally listening. “Which is?”

“Each other.”

“Right.” Regulus sounded earnest, but Sirius could see his mind was still miles away, lost somewhere Sirius couldn’t touch.

“What’s this really abo—” Sirius started, but the words died on his tongue as Regulus shifted in his seat and pulled something from his pocket.

Sirius froze.

Regulus held up a small box, wrapped in soft crimson velvet. He didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.

“So,” Regulus asked again, his voice quieter now, steadier, “am I crazy?”

“Wait, am I...?” Sirius murmured, barely able to get the words out. He didn’t need to explain further. Regulus already knew what he was asking.

“Yeah,” Regulus said with a small, nervous laugh. “You’re the first to know.”

Sirius reached out, his fingers brushing against the box but not taking it. They’d never been good at this—touching, feeling at ease in each other’s presence. But in that moment, with their hands barely grazing, it felt... easy.

Finally, Sirius broke the silence.

“He’s going to love it.”

A muffled sob escaped Regulus’ lips. For once, he was the one who couldn’t find the words.

“Do you think he’ll take my last name?”

“Now that's insane.”

[wolvesandshine]

Sirius hadn’t thought it would be a problem. He didn’t think it was something he even had to be worried about.

Really, he should have expected it.

James had a specific type after all - in other words anyone who would insult him.

And listen Sirius knew. In an abstract sort of way.

Regulus was known for his sharp tongue. But he never really made the connection. After all, Sirius was there when Regulus was still young, still unaware of everything and was the sweetest boy with the biggest heart.

And well, Sirius knew no matter what he said Regulus was still that boy inside.

So it might have slipped his mind that Regulus was, well -

“If you’re planning on killing me with that hairdo, consider it a valiant attempt.”

Sirius is about to save James’s honour when -

“If it gets you looking at me I’d say it’s doing a great job.” James said, already breathless, eyes wide as he stared at Regulus.

Regulus simply raises an eyebrow, quirking his lips.

Sirius feels a mounting sense of horror as he glances at both of them - who were fully ignoring him at the moment.

Fuck.

He had gone through all the possible outcome of their first meet up - from a duel to cold indifference.

Clearly, he’d forgotten another option.

[outromoony]

Cuddle

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 107

“What’s this?” Remus asked, his voice muffled as he rested his head against Sirius’s chest, the two of them cuddled up on the couch. Sirius carefully slipped the ring onto Remus’s finger, his fingers brushing gently over his skin.

“A warning.”

Remus’s eyes flicked up to meet Sirius’s, his expression cautious. “A warning for what?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Sirius’s grin widened, his gaze soft. “I’m warning you that if I survive this war, I’m going to marry you. And if I don’t… then at least you’ll know that I really, really wanted to, Remus, even if it was the last thing I did.”

[jamessluttythighs]

head - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 284 - 13 September

“You know Prongs this is the first Sunday in ages that I think you’ve slept in,” Remus remarked, popping his head through the curtains of James’ four-poster.

James froze in place. Regulus’ eyes snapped open. Fear gripping both of them. James moved his lips away from where he was painting Regulus’ neck purple. Barely coherent, Regulus tried to sit up but could only manage lifting up into his elbows. Shifting into gear, James sprang up on the bed - almost as though he was electrocuted.

“Moony! It’s not what it looks like! I was just … uh”

A smirk crept across Remus’ face. “Oh really Prongs? I’d love you to enlighten me as to what you were doing?”

“Um well”

“Cause it looks like you were defiling Pads’ little brother, is what it looks like”

Regulus cleared his throat, “Remus, listen I don’t know about defiling,” he mused.

Remus laughed. James immediately pulled him into the surrounding of the curtains.

“Don’t, you’ll wake Pads!” James whisper-shouted.

“I would love to see what story you spin for him,” Remus cackled, holding his stomach, “how many nights have you spent here Reg?”

It was Regulus’ turn to smirk. “The past three nights,” he replied smugly.

“Oh don’t think you’re so slick, I just thought Prongs was just having a good wank on Friday.”

Regulus’ cheeks burned red, pushing James, he whispered furiously, “I thought you said you were good at silencing charms.”

“I am”

“He’s shit at them.”

The three of them whipped around to see Sirius, sleep still in his eyes.

“You don’t have to look so dumbfounded, I’ve known since you first got together. I read James’ diary”

Sirius left the three of them speechless.

[my-castles-crumbling]

first heartbreak - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 331

"I think I'm homophobic," Sirius says, the words rushing out of his mouth like vomit as soon as he and James are the only ones in the room. He's been sitting with the thought for hours, the idea that he actually could be like his family, and he needs to talk to James, the only person who will never judge him.

James's expression, though, is amused. "Homophobic?" he asks, biting the head off of a Chocolate Frog and offering the rest to Sirius while sitting on his bed next to him. "You?"

"I know, I just..." he pauses to take a bite. "Moony's miserable, yeah? He's been so sad since he and Benjy broke it off...It's his first break-up..."

"Yeah, poor guy," James agrees, then freezes looking at the chocolate in his own hand. "Probably shouldn't eat his chocolate, huh?"

"Yeah, but it's just," Sirius gulps, not wanting to admit it out loud, but knowing he needs to say it, "I'm happy, Prongs. Why am I happy? That's so horrible! I- I never liked Benjy and I'm so fucking glad he's gone, even though Moony's sad!"

James gives him another strange look, throwing the packages back to Remus's bed and fixing him with a gentle stare. "Do you think there's a different reason besides homophobia that you didn't like Beni?"

Sirius purses his lips, contemplating. It was just...the way Remus touched Benjy. Looked at him. Smiled at him and laughed at him. Why didn't he do that with Sirius? He-

"Shit," he swears, eyes bulging as he nearly jumps out of his bed.

"Hm," James nods calmly, taking the last bit of Frog Sirius had abandoned on the blanket. "Would be weird for you to be homophobic when you're horribly gay for Moony yourself, eh?"

And Sirius, blushing, can't even deny it.

"'Course, it helps that Moony only went out with Benjy to get over you, so-"

"WHAT?" Sirius yelps, completely shocked.

Conversations of Chocolate Frogs and homophobia are suddenly forgotten.

[darkcademiasss]

[starchaserdreams]

Seems unfair that I don't have 18 hours a day to read and write fanfiction. Sleep? Work? What are these nonsense tasks?