#Sirius Black in tiny shorts

[aeteut]

The shape of love, Wolfstar.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[enbysiriusblack]

act 3 scene 1 mercutio and benvolio is the most wolfstar conversation ever.

Benvolio: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire. The day is hot, the Capulet's abroad. And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl, for now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mercutio: Thou art like one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says, 'God send me no need of thee!'; and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer, which indeed there is no need.

Benvolio: Am I like such a fellow?

Mercutio: Come, Come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

Benvolio: And what to?

Mercutio: Nay, an there was two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such a an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another for tying his new shoes with old ribbon? And yet thou wilt tutor me for quarreling!

Benvolio: An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee- simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mercutio: The fee simple! O' simple!

[siriuslybea]

YET ANOTHER HEADCANNON ABOUT SIRIUS BLACK

He was the shortest out all the first years

[alltheyoungmoons]

my marauders heights HC is:

Remus - 193 cm (6’4 give or take) (never beating the allegations 🌴 )

James - 185 cm (a round 6ft) (athletic build, but not bulky)

Sirius - 181 cm (5’9) (hedi slimane x ysl model build)

Peter - 174 cm (5’7) (his rounder build makes him look shorter than he actually is! loves to be around lily because she makes him feel like a giant)

i like height difference wolfstar, but i don't think Sirius is necessarily short, only that Remus is a tree

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ellecdc]

Come Back, Be Here Series (complete) ⛈, 🌪, 🌈 -> Come Back, Be Here blurb + one-shot masterlist Dating Sirius Black Headcanons - Slytherin Edition ☀️, 🌪 Sirius & your height (sirius x short fem!reader) ☀️ The Bet (you overheard why Sirius asked you out) ⛅️ Flirting? With me? (Sirius Black was flirting with you) ☀️ A perfect nose (x reader introduce the Marauders to their first child) ☀️ lovesick Siri (he misses fem!reader when she's not around) ☀️, 🌈 Oh. Oh. Oh! (Sirius realizes he's in love with gn!reader) ☀️ 🫧 "I'm too much" "You're perfect" (Sirius x potter!reader hurt/comfort, fluff) ⛅️🫧 aftercare (sirius x fem!reader who he loves to spoil) 🌶️ sirius looks so pretty undone (fem!reader gives Sirius a bj) 🌶️ false positive (fem!reader has a pregnancy scare) ⛅️🫧 lover & a fighter (hockey player!sirius x team medic!reader blurb) ☀️ a marauders guide to siblings (x potter!reader, side moonwater + jily) 🌈🫧 Mama Mia Mayday (Sirius x gn!reader may not have been watching the movie)☀️ tiny jersey, big surprise (fem!reader tells hockey!sirius they're pregnant)☀️ biological warfare (yours and Sirius' kid gets sick)☀️🫧 the bolter (post war, secret pregnancy, 5.5k, angst with a happy ending)🌪⛅️🫧 storms and hoovers (sirius finds out his grumpy!roommate is afraid of thunder)🌈🫧 winter cabin (sirius pretends he'd rather be in the Maldives)❄️ no fondling in the dog house (fem!reader has to pick up Pads from the kennel) 🌈🫧 no wine, then (reader think's she's pregnant...again) ☀️ together (reader tells her relatively new bf she's pregnant [open ended])⛅️ the basilisk & me (fem!reader, whumpee x caretaker)⛈ introductions (sirius has a hard time introducing fem!reader to his friends)🌈

it's not xmas 'til somebody cries [Black!reader and her brother's return home for the holidays] 🎄

chef!Sirius 🫧 -> hardass (chef!sirius x mixologist!reader) ☀️ -> chef!sirius headcanons -> 'doctor' Sirius? (chef!sirius preforms first aid on mixologist!reader) ⛅️, ☀️ -> chefs do house calls, apparently (chef!sirius period comfort fic) ⛅️ -> the first date (chef!sirius x mixologist!reader finally have their first date) ☀️ -> harry wants a job (and Sirius isn't thrilled about it) 🌈 -> the high price of family (Sirius is bullied into introducing you to the fam)☀️ -> no dolls allowed (reader is banned from the kitchen)☀️ -> bloated (Sirius thinks you're the most gorgeous after he's spoiled you) ~🌶️

find more sirius in: poly!marauders poly!wolfstar other ships

[tedwardremus]

Jilytober Day 2

Prompt: A: “If anyone does X I’m going to love them forever.” B: Does X.

Sirius leaned against the bar, flashing his most charming grin at Madam Rosmerta. “Come on, Rosmerta, just one Firewhiskey,” he coaxed, his voice dripping with flirtation. “I promise I won’t tell a soul. Think of it as doing your part to keep a poor, parched student from withering away.”

Rosmerta raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You know the rules, Black. Butterbeer or nothing.”

Beside him, James was only half paying attention, lounging casually with his elbow on the bar top. He was focused on a much more important task: flicking tiny wadded-up pieces of parchment toward an empty pint glass behind the bar. Each throw was carefully aimed, but even the best Chaser at Hogwarts had his limits.

“I swear, Pads,” James muttered, barely glancing over at Sirius, “if a girl can get one of these paper quaffles into that high glass over there”—he pointed to a particularly tall, slender glass perched on a high shelf—“I’ll love them forever. It’s the only one I haven’t managed yet.”

Sirius smirked, glancing at the glass in question. “I don’t know, Prongs,” he drawled, eyes twinkling. “If you, the top Chaser in our school, can’t manage it, I’m not sure anyone can.”

James rolled his eyes, flicking another piece of paper. It sailed just past the pint glass, falling short of the tall one. “You underestimate the power of sheer determination, Padfoot. One day, someone will do it.”

As if on cue, Lily walked up to the bar, glancing between the two boys before casually ordering a drink. Sirius’ grin widened the moment he saw her. “Hey, Evans,” he called, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Reckon you can’t get a piece of paper into that glass over there.”

Lily didn’t even bother to answer. She simply rolled her eyes, grabbed the wadded-up piece of paper from Sirius' hand, and without a second thought, flicked it effortlessly across the bar. It sailed smoothly through the air and landed with a quiet plop into the tall glass. Dead center.

James' mouth dropped open in stunned silence as he watched her walk away, completely nonchalant, as if she hadn’t just accomplished the impossible.

Sirius broke the silence first, clapping James on the shoulder with a smug grin. “So, will that be a June wedding, then?”

James didn’t move, still staring after her. “Have I died? I feel like I just died.”

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head. “Easy there, mate.”

“I’m in heaven,” James continued, barely hearing Sirius. “And that was an angel.”

“Merlin, Prongs.” Sirius rolled his eyes, though he was clearly enjoying the moment. “You’re so embarrassing.”

[veganbutterchicken]

Beast - September 17th - words: 920 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sometimes, Remus caught himself thinking about what his life after graduation would look like. He'd have to get his own flat, because he couldn't imagine a reality where he'd be leeching off of Sirius or James. The flat would be tiny, walls getting damp in the cold winter, the ceilings too high, the radiator heat not quite enough. He'd have a job, he'd have to buy his own groceries, and cook, and clean. Life would be dull, because everyone's life eventually became that - reduced to daily routines, job and falling asleep alone in a bed made for two.

None of his friends knew that, deep in his heart, Remus was a romantic. The girls kept recommending him filthy romance novels they loved, thinking that he'd never read them, because that was something only girls did. But he read all of them, from cover to cover, and he kept imagining himself and Sirius in place of the main characters. And then once last summer the girls and he went to see a romantic comedy at a movie theatre. Remus kept pretending like he hated every second of it and yet, in the darkness of the theatre, he couldn't stop smiling. He kept glancing left and right to make sure nobody noticed. His grin was caused by the male lead, his hair just the most exquisite shade of black, although the length was too short to be a perfect match. But he let it slide easily because the man was handsome enough that Remus was quickly able to swap his face with Sirius's in his own imagination.

In those rare moments when he allowed himself to daydream, to enter the deepest parts of his imagination, to unlock the part of himself that he kept deep inside on a daily basis, he always came back to that one - his future. If he could choose it, he'd spend it all with Sirius. An apartment with two rooms, only one a bedroom and then the other one Sirius's studio, to let him have the space to paint in. Remus would come home from work every day, 8-hour shift full and stretching mercilessly, but he'd be happy, because he'd have a person that waited for him, the grey piercing eyes softening at the sight of him, the weight of the gaze doing something beautiful to Remus's abdomen.

He never told anyone about this, not even in the moments when his friends kept talking about all the girls they wanted to snog. They usually looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to spill. It was natural - he never told them about anyone, after all. He never even seemed to be interested in people, but that was because the only people that ever caught his attention were named Sirius Black. And Sirius was too interested in Mary to ever realise that.

"You're allowed to," James had told him once, in a futile attempt to brighten his mood after a particularly foul full moon. "You're smart, you're funny. Birds are waiting for someone like you. You just need to open up, live a little. You know, you're not some sort of beast that's never allowed to find happiness."

But that was exactly the point - luring anyone in was wrong, because he'd be subjecting the poor soul to a lifetime of full moons and needing help with every little thing for a week after that and scars that didn't heal. He didn't deserve love. He didn't deserve the warmth of the fireplace and the feeling of Sirius's head snuggled softly in his lap.

"Are you sure that it's okay?" Sirius asked. Remus only mumbled something he hoped sounded like a confirmation, too preoccupied with feeling how wrong it was. "Pomfrey told you to rest."

"It's okay, Pads," he said quickly. It was wrong but it didn't mean he wanted it to end.

The pair of them now had the common room all to themselves. They were lying on the comfiest couch, the one by the fireplace, and Bowie's voice was coming from the record player. Remus could spend eternity like this, not moving, only he and Sirius and the crackling of wood.

They didn't jolt even when James ran through the portrait, screaming, his face red and puffy from the hex Lily treated him with after yet another desperate try to make her notice him. James's eyes were tiny in comparison to the monstrosity his head has become.

Remus didn't react, trying to bite down on a laugh desperately, but when he felt a pat on his arm, he looked down. His eyes locked with the cold grey, the two of them erupting into laughter at the same moment. Remus collapsed himself downwards, to the soft fabric of Sirius's t-shirt; he inhaled the smell of fresh laundry, his shoulders shaking as he tried to steady himself.

In the moments like these, he allowed himself to think it was real. That it wasn't just in his head and instead Sirius felt the same for him.

"Do you think he's ever going to learn?" Remus asked with a snort after James went to the hospital wing. "Or find another object of desire?"

"No, you silly beast," Sirius said, and it was meant to be teasing, but Remus tensed at the words. "People like James never learn. And that's part of his charm."

Sirius had just confirmed his suspicions. He couldn't have this, not for long anyway - they had only four months of Hogwarts left and then it was all going to end.

[siriuslynettey]

PLATINUM

[The Lost Pater]

We Have To Be More Careful Nowadays

[Chapter 1]

September 12th, 1982

“Sirius, Remus,” came the soft, urgent voice, pulling the two weary men from their brooding thoughts. Their faces, lined with exhaustion from sleepless nights, turned toward the person calling them. It was Albus Dumbledore, his eyes filled with a sadness that matched the gravity of the moment. He moved swiftly, closing the door to his office with a muted click that seemed to echo in the heavy silence.

“It’s time.”

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of profound sorrow, words failing them in the face of their grim task. Remus’s gaze fell to the tiny bundle nestled against Sirius’s shoulder, the baby, still so very young, barely a year old. Gently, Remus’s hand rested on the infant’s head, feeling the warmth and softness of the child’s uniquely coloured, short hair one last time.

Sirius, with an expression of barely contained grief, leaned closer to the baby’s ear, his breath warm and trembling. “It will be okay,” he promised, his voice steady despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm him. “I won’t let this be the last time we see each other.”

September 1st, 1993

“Phie, c’mon, we must get going, quickly!” Remus Lupin yelled from the kitchen in his tiny home.

Ophelia, the eleven year old girl in the next room, scrunched her face, waking up from her fathers yelling. Today marked her first day as a student at Hogwarts, and her father's inaugural day as a teacher.

“Ophelia, I’m not going to ask again.” Remus began knocking on the girl's door.

“mm…It’s too early.” She replied from behind the door, beginning to stretch herself. After knocking enough times, Remus opened the door in a last effort to awake his daughter.

“You’re not even out of bed?” Her platinum white hair, which contrasted sharply with the dark blue of her bedding layed messily across her face. He brushed her platinum locks out of her face and gently grabbed her arms to lift her up. “You’re not going to have time to pack Ophelia.”

“Packed last night.” She replied, pointing to her suitcase, a clear sign she was indeed her father's daughter.

“Alright well, you still need to eat breakfast and pack your things in the car, so let’s hurry.”

Ophelia finally opened her eyes, not without harshly rubbing them so she could see properly.

“Are you excited for your first day? Remus asked. His voice was always very soft in the morning, knowing his daughter wasn’t fond of mornings.

“I guess…just nervous,” she shrugged. “And what about you? Professor Lupin.” She teased her father, making both of them chuckle.

“I’m a bit nervous too. Remember, we’re both having our first day, it’ll be okay.” She nodded, leaning in for a hug, taking comfort in his words. The stubborn part of her hated that he was usually right. “But, right now it’s time to get ready, we have about an hour, so we have to hurry—no going back to sleep.”

Ophelia stood up as Remus left and stretched her body again. With her bags packed and her carefully picked outfit hanging on the wardrobe, she began to get ready.

Her black cat, Salem, layed on her bed, watching his owner mindlessly walk in circles as she brushed her teeth, trying to wake up. She had just adopted him from the Magical Menagerie a month prior. Remus had promised he would get her a cat for her first year, after declining to give her a sibling.

Meanwhile, Remus was in the kitchen throwing away another egg he had burned after turning his head for what he would call “one second”. Ophelia had just walked out of her room, walking in on Remus pushing his hair back in frustration.

“Toast is fine, dad.” She told him, trying to reassure him in his efforts. Remus gave a breathy chuckle at his daughter.

“I wanted to make you a big breakfast for your big day.” He replied, throwing his tea towel over his shoulder.

“Thank you, but it’s okay. Maybe it’s for the best anyways…I'm so nervous that I don't have a big appetite today, and I’ve been craving some marmalade toast.” She gave him her classy big smile that showed off the gap in her two upper teeth. Over the past couple years, the gap had started to close and Remus noticed it every time, it was a reminder each time she smiled that she was growing up.

“Marmalade toast it is.”

So they both sat and ate their toast. Remus began reviewing their schedule once more. He explained what to expect at King’s Cross Station, how to enter Platform 9¾, and what would happen during the sorting ceremony, trying to recall the details of his own first day. He made a big emphasis on listening to the teacher and not wandering off alone. Though this was his 5th time he’d gone over it this week, Ophelia listened attentively.

“It is always very important that you are always in sight of a Hogwarts staff member, no matter what, you have to promise me that you won’t wander off,” he urged, watching her nod, though he could tell she was growing tired of the repetition.

“I mean it, Phie, it’s not safe to be alone, not this year”

“What’s different about this year?” Ophelia asked, shoving her last piece of toast in her mouth.

“It’s just..the crime rate has been going up…since the seventies…it’s a much different world since I was in school. We have to be more careful nowadays” He stammered over his words. “You promise me you’ll listen? No pushing boundaries, please?”

“Of course I will, dad.” Remus stood, collected their empty plates, and pulled her into a quick hug before placing them in the sink. He usually avoided magic for chores, but with time running short, he used the Scourgify spell to clean up quickly.

“Oh, one more thing I don’t want you outside alone either, so wait for me before you pack your suitcase in the car.” Ophelia gave him a confused look, he was definitely a strict dad, always worrying about where she was, who she was around, but today, she felt he was strangely on edge. “Just a precaution.” He replied in response to her confused look.

Ophelia accepted her father’s strange demand, and went to her room to grab her suitcase.

“Alright Salem, time to go bud.” She grabbed the black cat and started to place him in his travel carrier. Remus had warned her that she would have to get the cat used to the carrier, before her first school day, but everytime she tried, she couldn’t bear to watch the cat meow in the carrier. Today, however, it felt like a real struggle. “Please, Salem, it’s only for today, please.”

Finally, after zipping up the cat carrier, she dragged her bags to the entryway, opening the door to put them on the veranda, while she waited for Remus.

Salem’s fighting began to increase, his little paws hitting the sides of the carrier.

“Okay, okay, you can come out until dad is ready, but then you have to go back in.” The young girl started to unzip the carrier, and before it was even a quarter of a way open, Salem leaped out and ran out the open front door. “Wait! Salem, no!!” Ophelia yelled at the cat who was now taking a leisurely stroll down the drive. Ophelia calmed down as she saw the cat come to a stop next to their car.

“I was trying to be nice Salem, now you’re going back in your crate for being naughty.” Salem started to loudly hiss across the street as she picked him up, which he had never done before. “Well, you shouldn’t have run away.” She replied to the cat.

Salem continued to hiss, still staring off into the distance. Ophelia followed the cat's line of vision to the bushes on the other side of the road. The bushes began to ruffle, despite the stillness of the air.

Suddenly, a large black dog emerged from the bushes. Salem’s hissing began to become more rampant and he began to squirm in Ophelia’s arms. The dog kept intense eye contact with Ophelia, slightly creeping forward, as Ophelia walked backwards. The dog disappeared back into the bushes before it could do anything else.

“Ophelia!” Remus shouted and walked out the front door. She jumped and whipped her head towards her dad

“What?” She yelled out, her fathers calling of her name coming out of nowhere and scaring her.

“I thought I told you to wait for me before you packed your bags.” He stepped closer to his daughter, seeing that her body was frozen in fear. “What happened? Are you okay? Did you see someone?” Panic crept into his voice as he scanned the surroundings.

“I-no-Salem got out and–I didn’t hear you coming–I’m sorry.” Remus softened at his daughter's explanation, feeling bad for scaring her.

“That’s alright, let’s go put Salem in his crate and put our suitcases in the car, then we’ll be on our way.”

They placed Salem in his carrier (much to his dismay) and Remus began putting their suitcases in the boot of the car. Ophelia opened the passenger door with Salem’s carrier in hand. ust then, a brown owl swooped down, landing on the roof of the car with a letter clutched in its beak. Both of them jumped, surprised by the sudden arrival.

“Another welcome letter?” Remus chuckled, not remembering as many greetings before his first year.

“Maybe,” Ophelia carefully grabbed the envelope from the bird's mouth and watched it fly away. “This one doesn't say Hogwarts though.” She said out loud, looking at both sides of the envelope, Remus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Ophelia,

Hogwarts is a place like no other. Dive in headfirst—learn everything you can, but remember to enjoy yourself too. This is a time for discovering not just spells and potions, but also for making friends who will stick with you for life. Cherish these friendships; they’re one of the most precious things you’ll gain from your time at Hogwarts.

Though, you must choose your friends wisely. Not everyone will have your best interests at heart, so trust your instincts and stick with those who are good and true. Protect the ones who are good.

Stay safe.

And a final note—listen to your dad. He has a lot of experience under his belt. His guidance will be invaluable, so take his advice to heart, even if you don’t always want to agree.

Best of luck.

“What does it say, Phie?” Remus asked, but Ophelia was still engrossed in the letter. “Ophelia, what does it say?” He began to grow impatient and walked over to his daughter, though he wanted to, he used his manners and didn���t grab the letter from the girl's hands.

“I think it’s just another welcoming letter, they must have just forgotten to add their seal.” She handed the piece of parchment to her dad.

As he read, Remus felt his chest tighten, folding the paper back into its envelope with urgency.

“Alright, time to go.” He hurried Ophelia into their car and shut the door behind her. Glancing at the surrounding houses, he quickly made his way to the driver’s seat.

“Is everything okay?” Ophelia asked her dad, observing his more frantic behaviour.

“Yes, all good.” He locked the door and clicked in his seatbelt. “Just excited for our first day, are you ready?” Ophelia accepted his explanation, as he had already seemed very worried for his first day of teaching.

“I guess.” Ophelia shrugged. Remus chuckled and ruffled his daughter's bright white hair affectionately.

“We’re going to have a great year.”

See Next Chapter Here!

[interstellarlyinlove]

Established Relationship (May 20th)

word count: 683

@wolfstarmicrofic

“What do you mean? What’s there not to like about summer?” Sirius asks, looking at Remus from above the book he’s reading. The book the both of them are reading, actually, except Remus is a quicker reader so now he has to wait until Sirius finishes to be able to talk to him about it. 

“The stickiness of it all,” Remus says, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder and closing his eyes. They’re sitting under their favorite tree near the Black Lake and today is their last day in Hogwarts until next September. Sirius is spending the summer with Remus and his family. 

“When else am I going to spend my days eating ripe fruit and wearing too-short shorts? Summer is great.”

Remus smiles. “Sure. If you say so. You're burnt for three months straight, though.”

“I would’ve been too powerful if I had the ability to tan and not burn.”

Remus laughs. “Yeah, that does make me feel better about you being unfairly gorgeous. At least you can’t tan.”

“The universe gave me a boyfriend that tans beautifully though, so I’m not complaining.” Sirius looks at Remus. “You’re unfairly gorgeous.”

Remus’ favorite thing in all the universe is Sirius complimenting him. Still, he makes a face. “Gross.”

Sirius closes his book. Remus raises an eyebrow. “You are never going to finish that book, Godric. I swear you have until tomorrow before I spoil it for–”

“What do you want to do?” Sirius asks, kissing Remus’ cheek. 

Remus blinks. “Like, right now? I want to read to you, maybe make out a little bit, you know how it is.”

Sirius laughs Remus’ favorite laugh. “Sure. I mean, I’d love to. I just meant, like, later. Like, next summer.”

“Next summer?”

“There’s no more Hogwarts after next summer.”

“Ah,” Remus says. Next year is their last at Hogwarts. “That’s a little terrifying, isn’t it?”

“A little.”

“I think I’d like to teach,” Remus says, then he flushes. “I mean, if I could. A werewolf teacher sounds pretty horrible, doesn’t it?”

Sirius flicks Remus’ temple. “I hate it when you say things like that. You’d be an amazing teacher. Academia looks too good on you, moonstone.”

Remus might die. Having Sirius believe in him even more than he believes in himself is something that is so dear to his heart. He wants to tell Sirius this but he flicks Sirius’ temple instead. “You’re sweet. You’d be an amazing healer.”

Sirius looks at him funny. “How do you know what I want to do, and I don’t know that about you?”

“I’m a better boyfriend,” Remus says, grinning. “Also, everyone knows everything about you because you are a professional blabbermouth.”

“I am not.” 

“It’s cute.”

“I do not talk a lot,” Sirius says. “I will take a vow of silence right now.”

Remus laughs. “Don’t! Your blabbering is my favorite thing about you.”

“How romantic,” Sirius says. His voice is monotone but Remus knows he’s trying not to laugh.

“I’m excited about living with you. After school”

“You want to live with me?” Sirius asks, and he sounds sincere. 

“No, I don’t, actually,” Remus says, and he flicks Sirius’ temple again because how can he not? “Don’t be stupid. Who else would I live with?”

Sirius’ smile is the sun. “I love that you love me. It’s my favorite thing.”

Remus’ heartstrings tug. “Why do you say things like that? Godric.” He pauses. “You loving me is my favorite thing, too. Whatever.”

“We need to learn how to break into vaults.”

“Sure.”

“I need to steal some of my family’s money. Really. I wasn’t thinking about buying a flat before getting disowned. I should’ve toned it down a little bit. Did you know I officially got disowned on a stupid Tuesday night while making new paper from old scraps of paper? It’s a whole thing where you shred it and then dunk it in water and wet tiny scraps of paper have such a weird texture. Anyway, It came out of nowhere, really. The disowning, not the paper making.”

Remus laughs. “You are such a blabbermouth.”

[msmk11]

mk’s mad dash

All of August, one x reader fic a day.

A/n: School is coming up faster than I'd like, so I want to do a little mini end of summer writing extravaganza before September hits. I'll be posting one short fic a day, and by the end of the month I will have at least one fic written for EVERY character I write for! Happy reading!

8/1 - Johanna Mason- ‘A Moment For Yourself’

You show Johanna a kindness she hasn’t felt in

weeks.

8/2- Tangerine- ‘Not a Lady’

Tangerine meets his match in cursing.

8/3- Natasha Romanoff- ‘A Way to Relax’

Natasha’s been stressed lately, so you come up

with a way to help her relax.

8/4- Remus Lupin- ‘Aftercare’

Aftercare with Remus.

8/5- Lucy Gray Baird- ‘Wrapped Up In a Bow’

You buy Lucy Gray a present.

8/6- Mary MacDonald- ‘Distraction’

You don’t want to watch a movie with Mary.

8/7- Fred Weasley- ‘Sixth Love Language’

You prank Fred for the first time.

8/8- Coriolanus Snow- ‘Maybe’

The death and birth of hope.

8/9- Peeta Mellark- ‘I Made You A Pie’

You and Peeta get into your first fight.

8/10- Hermione Granger- ‘Whatever You Say, Dear’

You hate airports. Thank God for your girlfriend.

8/11- George Weasley- ‘Serenity’

A peaceful summer afternoon at the Burrow.

8/12- Regulus Black- ‘Trou Noir’

Mourning your husband, Regulus Black.

8/13- Katniss Everdeen- ‘A Tiny Favor’

You ask Katniss to braid your hair.

8/14- Dorcas Meadowes- ‘The Barista’

The most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen is a

barista at your local coffee shop.

8/15- Haymitch Abernathy- ‘Wish You Were Sober’

We don’t always get what we want.

8/16- Finnick Odair- ‘Five More Minutes’

“Five more minutes.” A phrase you’ve said many

times but only now really mean.

8/17- Ron Weasley- ‘I Love You First’

Ron’s used to being second.

8/18- Sirius Black- ‘The Infamous Wings’

You catch Sirius trying on your eyeliner.

8/19- Ginny Weasley- ‘What The Flying Fuck’

Your girlfriend tries to teach you how to fly.

8/20- Tigris Snow- ‘Don’t Call Me Baby’

Tigris has been taught to assume the worst.

8/21- Harry Potter- ‘Pretty Boy’

You love to make your boyfriend blush.

8/22- Marlene McKinnon- ‘Oblivious’

You never notice when boys flirt with you.

8/23- Poly!Marauders- ‘This Is Fucking Stupid’

In which you all try and share a bed for the first

time.

8/24- James Potter- ‘Rumor Has It’

There’s a rumor going around that you and

costar!James are dating.

8/25- Lily Evans- ‘Rounds’

You are assigned Prefect rounds with your rival.

8/26- Peter Parker- ‘Its Not A Costume’

You mess around in Peter’s suit.

8/27- Wanda Maximoff- ‘Are They Gone?’

You and Wanda on a mission together.

8/28- Tony Stark- ‘Never Ever’

CEO!Tony Stark doesn’t take people out to lunch.

8/29- Sejanus Plinth- ‘I Know’

Your boyfriend is a walking, bleeding heart.

8/30- Peter Pettigrew- ‘Say It’

Peter is nervous to ask you out.

8/31- Yelena Belova- ‘This Thing Called A Date’

You take Yelena on her first ever date.

[marigold-hills]

The Dark Wizard

preview! Wolfstar Howls Moving Castle AU a tiny little bit of the next work I’ll be working on. Posting will begin in December :) massive thanks to the groupchat for checking this over before I posted, you are the absolute best ❤️

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When Remus leaves his hometown, it’s not to seek his fortune, or adventure, or – gods forbid – love. He leaves because he’s a monster, and monsters do not belong in society. They belong in the Waste.

This is how it happens.

It’s May Day. The village of Hogsmead is abuzz with excitement. Revellers and drunks, lovely dressed up ladies and dapper gentlemen circling one another, for propriety's sake staying respectable distances away. The gentlemen whistling at the ladies, the ladies pretending to be aghast by the behaviour, covertly blushing and giggling.

It’s a perfect day. Sunny, warm, bright.

For Remus, it’s perfect for a different reason.

Everyone is too busy to notice their pockets getting lighter. Too buzzed to pay attention to the man dressed in ill-fitting clothes walking too close to others. A casual jostle is just this - casual. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to raise concern.

Remus has a few pilfered wallets in a hidden pocket he sewed into a stolen vest. It’s easy, this. He’s done it for years.

“My apologies,” he smiles at a man in a soldier’s garb, whose money pouch he just appropriated. This one feels good for more than one reason - the soldier was in the process of accosting a lady who did not seem pleased to be accosted. She takes the moment he gets distracted by Remus and ducks away. Remus would like to say that he makes sure to only steal from those who deserve it, but it wouldn’t be true.

Food is food, and money is money, and both are something he needs to live. Remus can’t get a job, on account of being a monster, on account of how many days he has to take out to recuperate and travel somewhere far enough to make sure he wouldn’t let himself loose on his quaint hometown of Hogsmeade. Since his parents’ passing, this is what he’s been reduced to. 

He’s tall but can make himself look unassuming, with hair once golden-auburn and now grey from the effect of too many full moons. It’s perfect for this job, being easy to look over and hard to describe. He’s young but looks old. Feels old, too, but that’s not something for people to see.

Remus makes mistakes in this work so rarely that he doesn’t notice he’s made one until it’s too late.

He’s following a well-dressed man, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The man is exceptionally pretty, with short black curls barely skimming the tops of his ears and a gait like royalty. Remus follows behind him at a stretch, slow and careful, until they round the back of a seedy, dark pub and the man turns around like he is the one who set the trap.

Green eyes like poison.

“Trailing the Wizard of the Waste, that’s brave of you,” the man says with a voice that freezes Remus midstep.

Because he knows better than that. He knows not to go for the people who are dressed overly expensive, with rich black fabrics and shining peacock plumes in their hats. He knows chances are somebody is watching over the really rich. That the possibility of a greater payoff doesn’t compare to the risk of being caught.

And yet here he is: caught.

“Or maybe simply foolish,” the Wizard says. “You don’t look a fool, but such things can be so deceiving, don’t you agree?”

The way his eyes pierce through Remus: all he can think is he knows. Somebody knows. Remus has been found out. 

He turns and runs, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away. Remus remembers what the townspeople did the last time someone was found out. Remembers the stench of burning flesh.

He doesn’t look back once while he flees, not even when the Wizard shouts “my regards to Sirius!”, to his retreating back. 

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[waxingrunes]

i find it so cute that you and five have formed an alliance and discuss cock sizes of wolfstar like ten inches is even a common thing. why are you insistent on making sirius black so small in every way and remus so big. it’s unrealistic the idiot got that much right

Scooch in for me Anon we need a chat.

Firstly, you say all that with full bass and round it off by calling someone else an idiot. You brought that point to a home run my guy.

Secondly, Five and I have had several conversations relating to many a thing fandom related and not, as one who is capable of forming friendships (I know this might be difficult for you) often does, and yes one of those topics has been the size of Remus J. Lupin’s horse 🐓. Now, the point of you saying I, or we, are insistent on making Sirius’ everything smaller is bizarre to me as someone (you) with adequate enough reading skills to understand the ask of Five’s you’ve garnered this information from, I’m going to make the assumption you therefore have enough to read/view everything else on our pages. One of these things is that Five’s Sirius is exceptionally tiny in comparison to their Remus— their, Remus, their Sirius, and their work is of course going to reflect that. As a supporter of a good size difference, I’ve gobbled that up since the word go and supported Five’s vision through drooling over their story and making subsequent art to reflect this very representation of Wolfstar.

What I haven’t done, is expressed any specific sizing that I myself visualise my default Wolfstar to be, only spitballed a range of heights (I got you, these were: Sirius being anywhere between 5’7 and 5’11 and Remus, 6’2 to 6’5). To save you the question, I’d say my default headcanon is Sirius as 5’10 and Remus at a whopping, staggering, unrealistic monstrosity of 6’4. Forgive me for enjoying a short(er) but very much average Sirius next to a tall Remus.

Keeping in line with your hot poker tone, I’ll agree with you on one thing and that is, ten inches worth of 🐓 is very rare but I’ll let you in on a secret as to how I personally, came to that figure that inspired Five’s vision and my own separate one outside of her gorgeous story— the man I’m dating. Might shock you to know real men exist outside the world of fanfiction, with big hands and obnoxious heights (6’7) and huge extremities between their legs (10”). Double figures can exist outside of your IQ.

Also, even if anyone does enjoy absorbing a huge Remus and an exceptionally tiny Sirius as a constant theme in their experience here, who the fuck are you to shame them for it. Fiction, is what you’re getting a twist over. Fiction. Go run off into the corner of the fandom where what you enjoy does exist and take a breath because it seems you stumbled across an adult conversation here, and it’s got you feeling all out of sorts.

[mastermindmiko]

Parties

Pairing: Sirius Black + reader

Word count: 1296 (I think I'm really loving these short and fluffy one shots)

Summary: You and Sirius fool around (not sexually) at a pureblood party

Warnings: light and funny hits and smacks, and nothing else I believe but lmk if you notice anything I didn't

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

"On a scale of one to ten, how likely is it that one of the dads is going to get drunk and go off the hook?"

"Is there a number above ten that I can use?"

"No."

"Then ten, like you even have to ask." I reply with a grin at the absurd question. Every time there's a party one of the dads get drunk and off the hook, last time it was Avery Sr. His wife had to pull him off the table. I ask, "The question isn't if, it's who."

"Avery." Sirius replies looking at the man, smiling, no doubt picturing his red face wife trying to pull him down the table where he's swinging his tie on. I scoff, "Two times in a row? No way. I think Mrs. Avery has him drinking apple juice tonight."

"Well then who do you think it is?" Sirius asks, and I hum. I look around the room, looking for the older men. Mulciber has been drinking a lot tonight, but he's talking to Malfoy which means business so no way it's him. Then I hit the jackpot. I grin and say, "Your father."

"My father? No way, he's never gone crazy ever." Sirius scoffs and leans back in his chair. I lean closer to his side and start to explain as I fix my eyes to Mr. Black. I explain, "He's gone flushed, and he's not talking anymore which means that he knows that he's going to slur on his words, and he's already taken off his jacket."

"I think you're an idiot and that it's going to be Nott." Sirius says, and I punch him in the arm for calling me and idiot, then shake my head. I tut, "I don't think so-" I say in a sing-songy voice, then continue, "He holds his alcohol well."

"No, he doesn't. A few years ago, he was made a mess." Sirius says, but I still don't agree. I grab my drink from the table, and take a tiny sip before saying, "That was because he had signed the divorce papers from his first wife that morning, other wise he never would have drank so much."

"I still think he's a better guess than my father." Sirius says, rolling his eyes. He hates talking about his father, and he is absolutely right, he's a horrible man. I fold my arms and then suggest, "Alright, what do you want to bet on- and not money, merlin knows we both have enough of that already."

Sirius hums in thought, as he thinks of ideas. One of the perks of being in a pureblood family is the insane amount of money carried from one generation to another, one of the faults, the tedious parties, Sirius makes them better though. He clicks his fingers and I can almost see a light bulb go off in his head. He starts, "A kiss-"

"I already give you those-"

"And a date where I control everything." Sirius grins, and I groan, and cover my face with my hands. I groan, "But you're going to pick a shit place, like madam puddifoot's or something other absurd café."

"If you're scared that you'll lose, I can change it." Sirius taunts, and I look back at Mr. Black and he's already loosening his tie. I grin then hold out my hand to him. I say, "You're on."

Sirius takes my hand, shakes it one time with a firm grip, then hauls me close to him to give me a kiss on the cheek. I yelp, and then put my hand on his thigh to stabilize me enough to go back to sitting properly in my seat. I smack his thigh. Merlin knows what my mother would've done if she saw that.

"And if I win, I want full control over your hair for a month." I say, and watch that smirk of his fade away instantly. He grabs his hair, desperately and shakes his head. He says, "No way, that's same value as one date."

"If you're scared that you'll lose, I can change it." I say in a deeper voice, imitating him and saying his exact words. He gives me a glare, but folds his arms and pouts in his seat. I chuckle at his reaction.

The music is quiet, it's only the voices of chatter that really fill up the room. I look all around the room and notice that Regulus is with one of his friends chatting about something, I recognize the friend as Evan Rosier. Sirius taps my shoulder to interrupt my train of thought.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asks, and he already knows my answer because I soon as I say yes, he's already got my hand in his hand. He stands up, and we look around each of us making sure that none of our family members can see us.

Sirius leads me out of the room and into a corridor. This is Nott Sr.'s house, we knew only bits of it. We get out of the room, and Sirius presses me against on of the walls. He kisses me feverishly and I return it with a smile. His hands caress my waist and they go up and down and up and down, driving me insane.

"so this is why you wanted to get out." I tease, and he goes back to kissing me in seconds. I can't say I'm really complaining though. He breaths out in between kisses, "Can't blame me for wanting to spend time with you."

We part for some much needed air and Sirius looks around. He sees the closest door and he goes towards it, pulling me with him. He says, "Now, what could this be? A bedroom maybe?"

He opens the door and we're meet with the clatter of pots and pains and tiny house elves moving around everywhere, trying to get dinner ready. Sirius sighs in disappointment, and he turns to leave, but I break free of his grip when I see..."Scones!"

I trail towards them and grab a few off of one of the plates that the house elves were carrying. I shoved one in my mouth, and it tasted good. Sirius grabbed one from my hands and started eating it himself. I frowned at him and his reply was poking a tongue out at me.

I finish my scone and maybe two more, then I go to sit on one of the chairs. Sirius pouts when he notices there's no chairs. He grabs me, and lifts me up. I start screaming, "Sirius Orion Black, you better put me down right now. You babbling, bumbling, baboon-"

"You're the only good thing my parents have ever done for me, and quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me." Sirius says in one breath to shut me up. He always does this, randomly he just spills out bursts of emotion. He feels them at random times, but Sirius has never been good at expressing emotions, so I appreciate them when they come.

He sits down and puts me on his lap. I smile at his words and lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. Sirius parts abruptly, "Did you just call me a baboon?"

"Oh no, we need some remedies, quickly!" One of the house elves, enter quickly into the room, and the rest of them bustle quickly trying to find a remedy for whomever just got severely drunk out there. Another house elf shouts, "Who was it this time?"

"Mr. Black."

"Yes!" I shout in triumph and get off of Sirius' lap to preform a victory dance. I clap and dance around, and I point at him and grin, "Get ready to have your hair green!"

"No!"

an: maybe I am starting this marauders era for me, I'm really enjoying it too. I think I should keep writing about them for a while + Reggie of course

[silverameco]

i like the headcanon that regulus dresses like a posh victorian boy, full three-piece suit and all, but the reg i have in my mind is a modern au reg who wears oversized hoodies and regular jeans. he sleeps in old baggy band t-shirts that once belonged to his brother and tiny shorts. he wears little silver hoop earrings and that chain necklace with sirius' name that he keeps hidden. he never goes anywhere without his noise-cancelling headphones and his old little notebook in which he writes his sad boy poetry, but only with a black ink pen - he'd rather die with his thoughts than write them in blue ink. he puts his head against the window in the bus and follows the rain drops with his eyes. he looks just like a lil guy - you'll never guess he has the sharpest tongue and the meanest stare.

[asmo-d3us]

On your blog you mention rosestarkillerchase, please explain I want to know more

Hi! Thank you for the ask! :)

Rosestarkillerchaser is a Marauders Era (Harry Potter) ship between Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, and James Potter.

I don’t know how new you are to the fandom, or if you’ve been here for a long time, but this ship that we call Rosestarkillerchaser (RSKC) is fairly new so I don’t blame you if you’ve been here for a while and don’t know what it is.

So basically, James Potter (CHASER in RSKC) is like the sun. His smile brightens each room he walks in, he puts his friends and family and people he loves before him, he sometimes forgets to take care of himself because of it too. People often give him BPD or ADHD which can be a big part of his personality. He also is often described with having thick and curly locks, hazel/brown eyes, a charming smile, abs, and kind of acts like a jock?

Regulus Black (STAR in RSKC) is like the moon (not Remus!!). He’s dark, moody, sarcastic, a nerd surprisingly, and also often rude without meaning to be. He’s the complete opposite of James, and behaves more pessimistic, whereas James is optimistic, if you couldn’t tell already. Now, depending on where you are in the fandom is how you view him. Either he’s a ‘Nazi Death Eater’ to you, or ‘DIY Regulus Black’ for you. We do not support the actual Death Eaters from the franchise, we just took them and made them our own insecure little characters. People often give him autism, OCD, and other types of perfectionist behavior things. He’s often described with black curly locks, gray/ice blue eyes, tiny smirks, slim, nerdy, and cold.

Barty Crouch Junior (KILLER in RSKC) is like a shooting star. Fast, bright, burning-but-soon-burning-out, dangerous, and also fascinating. He’s loud, has a lot of dark/sex jokes in him, flirtatious, sleeps around, and just doesn’t follow the rules or the law. Daddy issues is a big one also. He’s often described with having silky black hair (some parts dyed green), covered in tattoos and piercings, charming and big smile, lidded eyes, jewelry, and quite optimistic. He’s mean, and will punch you for fun! But he holds his friends in his heart, never letting go. They’re his family, even if he doesn’t show it.

Evan Rosier (ROSE in RSKC) is like the stars. Watching over everything, observing and noticing many things others don't or won't, Not noticable to most people but those who pay attention like him. He's described as being quiet in public but loud in private, flirtatious with people he's close with, condescending, sarcastic, and almost like the Slytherin version of Remus, like how Barty's the Slytherin version of Sirius. Rosekiller is basically Wolfstar in a different font. He's often described as big-eyed, tall, lanky, thin, side-grin/smirk, lopsided grin, pale glowy skin or chocolate brown skin, and bright blonde flowy locks or braids(?).

Now that you know a handful of the millions of things about these characters (if you're new), let's move on to RSKC. We know now who the people in the foursome are, but let's check out their dynamics, shall we?

Barty and Regulus (Bartylus/Killerstar/Starkiller). Good lord. It's like fire and ice. Barty is loud, boisterous, optimistic, and extroverted. Regulus is quiet, secretive, pessimistic, and introverted. They balance each other out well, Regulus calming down Barty's fire, and Barty helping Regulus express himself more. Now on the more toxic side of things, Barty is often described as being a bit much for Reg to handle, and too clingy or loud. He draws a lot of attention, which Regulus doesn't like. For Barty, Reg can be too dedicated to schoolwork, quiet, sarcastic to the point where Barty doesn't know what's true or false, and confuses Barty (as in he sometimes doubts Reg actually loves him because he never portrayes it. But he does love Bee, if you ship Bartylus/RSKC). Do you notice how short Regulus' toxic list is and how long Barty's is? It's because Barty overthinks too much.

Barty and Evan (Rosekiller/Killerose/Evarty). They're perfect for each other both alone as a ship, but also combined (RSKC). Evan's the same as Barty, but also different? Barty is extroverted, Evan is ambiverted. Barty is loud, Evan is both loud (private) and quiet (public). Barty is optimistic, and Evan is realistic. Evan is both Barty and Regulus, which is why he gets along with both of them very well. He studies, but not too much like Reg. He'll leave it for later if Barty wants to be with him. He's sarcastic, but at the right moments, not always. He's also very observant. Regulus doesn't really notice much of Barty's little ticks and when he does he'll speak to him about it but he's not very good at comforting so it kind of sucks. But Evan does. Barty's quiet? Something's wrong. Barty forgot to say his favorite word today? Something's wrong. Barty's tongue tics a lot? Something's wrong. Barty doesn't cuss that much today? Something's wrong. He knows everything about Barty because of course he does. Now their toxic list; Barty will flirt with other people at parties just to get Evan jealous and it works, just not in the 'fuck me' way Barty's always expecting it to be. Evan has a thing for humiliation and Barty's into it, it just sometimes feels like Evan's babying him and he doesn't like too much of it.

Evan and Regulus (Rosestar/Starose/Revan). Opposites attract Similars attract. Studying? Together. Reading? Together. Talking to each other with only their eyes or other movements? Together. Sarcasm? Together. Same humor? Together. Everything is basically together with them. They're both calm and quiet, but since Evan can be loud and uncalm sometimes, it helps Reg balance out. He needs that loudness and activeness sometimes, not all the time. They use aggressive humor at each other, but behind closed doors they. do. not. break. apart. They're like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Toxic list: Even if it doesn't seem like they ever could be toxic, it's possible. Being too similar can be bad too. Without the opposite trope, they might not get an ounce of freedom with each other. Always studying but never getting a break because they're both deep into it, always sarcastic and being so used to it until they don't understand what's real and fake now.

James and Regulus (Jegulus/Starchaser/Chaserstar). Opposites attract to the MAX but also understanding each other to the max. Regulus loves studying, James can't handle it yet manages to always get straight A's. Regulus loves using sarcasm, James doesn't get confused and understands it. Regulus plays piano and violin, James can't play shit but appreciates his bf and his artistic talents. James is very understanding, a pathological people pleaser, and puts others--especially his partners--before himself. James pulls the chair back for Reg to sit down, holds the door open for him, brings him books from the library that he needs, gets him food from the Great Hall that he can't go and get because he's studying/overstimulated. James doesn't question a thing about anyone, because he's trained himself to observe and understand, especially people as complex as Regulus. Toxic list: James can be too much of a Gryffindor and try to help Regulus escape from his house, or take him somewhere better but Reg just doesn't want it, isn't ready, and is nervous. He's not like his brother when it comes to that. Reg might sometimes be too mean, rejecting, pessimistic, and dark for James and sometimes he needs a break and distances himself for at least an hour before being able to be his happy-go-lucky self again.

James and Evan (Jamevan/Chaserose/Rosechaser). They're kind of hard to figure out, in all honesty. I guess it's like Barty and Evan, but James is more of a gentleman. When James pulls the chair back for Reg, the Slytherin merely smirks at him in thanks. But when James does it for Evan, he gets a sarcastic(?) and exagerated 'aww' and a kiss on the cheek/his lips as a reward. It kind of seems humiliating but James is into that lmao. James overthinks a lot and Evan is there to calm him down with a hand in his hair or a hug from behind because it helps ground James (and Ev if he's also having a rough day). Evan will also reciprocate and do the same things for James because he notices that James does it all, everytime for everyone, but no one really does the same for him. He wants to change that. Toxic list: James doesn't let Evan be independant sometimes. He can do too much chair pulling, door opening, and gentlemanly things that don't give Evan some air to breath. They do talk about it and, knowing James, he lessens the overwhelming modesty. Evan can be too humiliating at times and in public. James might enjoy it at first, but then if it gets too much he gets uncomfortable because it feels like Evan doesn't take him seriously anymore: "Evie, there's too many people here." "Aw darling, are you feeling overstimulated?" "Yeah, can we go?" "Aw, poor thing." "Ev, please-" "So desperate, Jamie." "..." This is rare, though. It mostly happens if Evan is extremely out of it/distracted with/from something, or drunk/high.

James and Barty (Jarty/Chaserkiller/Killerchaser). It's more toxic than healthy, but for them it's healthy because they're sorta fucked up lmao. Since they're so similar, they're so different. James is also a big gentleman towards Barty, but mostly when he wants him (iykyk). He'll bring him food from the Great Hall and Barty will wink and kiss him on the lips/neck which would get the brunette what he wanted, basically. Barty would tease him a lot, and they'd often get into a lot of fights. They're both portrayed as being aggressive and fighting over stupid shit, sometimes getting physical (which always ends up with cleaning/bandaging each other up in the bathroom while saying sorry and tiny pecks of kisses), also fighting non-physically almost always leads to angry sex, lol. They let the anger out on each other, but they don't mind, Evan and Reg are used to it, and afterwards they're very clingy and sweet to each other. Toxic things between the two: The fighting is a big one, and to many other (normal) people, it would seem unhealthy and like harassement, but to them and Evan/Reg, it's normal and something that helps the both of them get closer? Idk, without fighting they're kind of hesitant and distanced and don't showcase that they're dating/love each other as much as usual.

I hope this helped! This is the way I interpret RSKC, many people think and interpret them differently! This is a fandom where you can take these characters, make them your own, make them unique, and show them off to the world of Tumblr where no one will shame you for it! Anyway, welcome to the fandom/ship!

(If you have any other questions, don't be afraid to ask!)