#adventures of an idiot (and the idiot is me)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Miss Sunshine 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Nick Fowler

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Nick and Cloudy.

Summary: a bored man needs a new light in his life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Nick's eyes stray across the street. He's distracted. He shouldn't be with the tall beauty across from him and her sparkling sapphire eyes. She's stunning to look at but he has to admit her conversation is as dull as the tablecloth. He tries not to let it show. He nods and mutters something about the earrings she keeps bobbling her head to show off.

He swallows a yawn. It's a nice restaurant, the food's always good, and yet he feels so nonplussed by it all. He lives the high life. A nice house, beautiful women, an exciting job. None of it hits anymore. It's all so boring.

Even when he's away on some mission, he doesn't feel much. It's all just so ordinary to him. He does his job and he does it well.

His eyes wander again. He's hungry. That's it. They ordered fifteen minutes ago and the wait is making him restless.

He tilts his head as he watches the girl in her hot pink jacket. He's never seen denim that shade before. Her faded jeans are tattered around the ankles and she wears a pair of heavy boots that were likely once a shade of rose but now no more than a dingy grey. She stands on the curb, watching and waiting down the road. The bus comes this way. The patio looks out on a busy street but today, the lively traffic only feels like a nuisance.

She raises her chin to see over the cars. She perks up then unhooks her large knapsack and brings it around the front. She shoves her arm inside and searches inside as she looks down. She rips her hand out and several items go flying over the pavement. She bends to pick them up as the bus nears the stop. Despite her efforts, she's too slow. The driver doesn't see her and drives past.

She stands, clutching a transparent pouch and her pass, her heavy bag weighing down her other arm. She waves helplessly and tries to chase the bus down. It doesn't heed to her nor does the cyclist heading in her direction. She barely avoids the collision and her foot slips off the curb. She lands in a heap between two bumpers.

He frowns as he watches her. He twitches, ready to get up and jump over the little fence onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians pass her by without a single look. Kelly says his name and he looks at her with a 'huh'.

"Pathetic, isn't she?" She looks across the street and snickers.

He shrugs, "seems like she's having a bad day."

"She's an idiot." She insists.

He grimaces and leans back. "You think so?"

"Sure, I mean. Look at that colour. It's not good on her complexion and she's got that bag overloaded. Can hardly blame anyone but herself--"

"She seems busy. On her way somewhere."

"Oh, I'm sure," she snorts and rolls her eyes. "She really looks like the popular type."

"You know what, I'm not too hungry anymore," he says.

"What?" She scoffs.

"Yeah, waiting kinda turned my appetite." He takes out his wallet and counts the bills. He folds them and lays them on the table. "It's on me. You can give mine to a friend or take it for yourself."

He stands and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. She gapes at him.

"This isn't about that weirdo across the street?"

He sighs, "no, you're just kind of... not interesting."

He tweaks a brow and turns on his heel.

"Nick," she squeals after him. He doesn't stop.

He struts down the street and crosses at the lights. It's only then he glances back. She's making a scene, crying at the table. He can't remember why he asked her to come to lunch. She has nice legs but she just laid there when they hooked up last week. It was just another thing that had grown stale on him.

He makes his way along the other side. He keeps his distance until Kelly storms off, engrossed in her phone as she angrily texts whatever enabler responds first. He nears the girl in the pink coat. She sits on the curb. She's deflated. Her bag is in her lap as her legs are loosely crossed as they hang off the edge.

Kelly isn't wrong, just not in the way she said it. The girl isn't pathetic or stupid, just a bit down on her luck. He feels a pluck in his chest, the most he's felt in a long time. He's always been the person where everything just sort of goes his way. This doesn't seem to be very different. After all, life brought this curious figure into his life for some reason, right?

He passes her and takes out his phone, using the front-facing camera to get a look at her as he does. She's young. Judging by the keychain on her bag, she's attending the local college. Makes sense. She probably doesn't need a man his age circling her.

He crosses the street again. He looks at her and a wrapper bounces off her head. She looks back at the litterer as they don't even notice their offense. She huffs and gets up. She checks her phone. She grabs the wrapper and puts it in a trash can nearby.. She drops her shoulders and sets off down the pavement. She might be down but she hasn't given up.

Neither has he. Not yet. He thought he was done, that he had everything, but he's so wrong. He just wasn't looking in the right places; at the right people.

[evermoreness]

polyjuice incident | wolfstar

summary: sirius and james decide to do the ultimate prank, swapping bodies for a day. but things took a turn when remus confesses his feelings to the wrong person.

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Sirius Black leaned over the bubbling cauldron, eyes gleaming with mischief as the thick, murky potion swirled inside. James Potter stood beside him, arms crossed, skeptical but intrigued.

“You know,” James muttered, “every time you get that look on your face, I question my life choices.”

“Oh, come on, Prongs,” Sirius grinned, ladling a portion of Polyjuice Potion into two goblets. “This is genius. One day. Just one day as each other. Think of all the things we could do!”

James raised a brow. “And by ‘we,’ you mean ‘you.’”

Sirius scoffed. “Oh, come on, Potter. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“So let me get this straight,” James said, tilting the potion under the dim candlelight of the abandoned classroom. “You want us to drink this… abomination, swap faces for a day, and—what? See how long we can fool people?”

Sirius grinned. “Precisely.”

James huffed a laugh. “You just want to see if you can get away with hexing Snivellus under my name.”

“Not entirely untrue,” Sirius admitted. “But also, I want to know if I can make McGonagall like me if I act like you. And, of course, you get to experience what it’s like to be unbelievably attractive for once in your life.”

James snorted. “Right. Because I’ve always been dying to know what it’s like to have people either in love with me or terrified of me.”

Sirius waggled his eyebrows. “See? Educational experience.”

James sighed “Alright. Let’s do it.”

“Alright, mate. Moment of truth.” Sirius held out two vials of murky, bubbling liquid.

James smirked. “You sure about this? You do realize I’m about to become the most charming bloke at Hogwarts.”

“Correction,” Sirius said, tipping one vial toward James. “You’re about to become me, which means you’ll have the unmatchable humor, hair, and good looks of Sirius Black. You should be honored.”

James rolled his eyes. “And you’ll have the unparalleled genius of James Potter. Try not to ruin my reputation in one day, yeah?”

Sirius grinned. “No promises.”

They clinked vials and downed the Polyjuice Potion in one gulp. Instantly, their bodies twisted, bones stretched, and faces morphed. James felt his hair grow longer, his nose sharpen, and suddenly—he was staring at himself.

Sirius, now wearing James’s face, let out a bark of laughter. “Bloody hell, this is weird.”

“Merlin’s beard,” James muttered, running a hand through his new wind-swept, perfect hair. “You weren’t lying. Your hair does do that naturally.”

Sirius, meanwhile, had abandoned all sense of dignity and was poking at his glasses. “Prongs, how do you live like this? It’s blurry without these things.”

James rolled his—Sirius’s—eyes. “That’s why I wear them, you prat.”

Sirius put on the glasses, blinked, then smirked. “Oh, wow. You are uglier in HD.”

James punched him in the arm. “You are me right now, idiot.”

Then the real fun began. They strutted out of the empty classroom, each wearing the other’s face, already thinking up ways to abuse this new power. But, of course, things went sideways before lunch.

James had never realized how much Sirius acted around Remus. Because as soon as he bumped into him in the common room, things got... weird.

Remus was lounging on the couch, reading a book with his usual cup of tea. He glanced up when James (who looked like Sirius) dropped onto the couch beside him.

“Hey, Pads,” Remus murmured, taking a sip of his tea.

James froze. Pads. Yeah, that was him now.

He tried to relax, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “Oh, hey, Moony,” he said, attempting his best Sirius impression—cool, charming, effortlessly flirty.

Remus smirked. “That’s new.”

James blinked. “What?”

“You usually say something dramatic, like ‘Ah, Moony, come to bask in my brilliance?’”

James internally cursed. He was being too normal.

“Oh. Well.” He cleared his throat and attempted to smirk like Sirius. “What can I say? I’m maturing.”

Remus smiled, clearly enjoying James’ discomfort. "Still want help with defense against the dark arts?"

James tried to be as nonchalant as possible "Uh, actually, no need"

"But you almost begged me to teach you last week" Remus said, brows furrowed.

Sirius had begged Remus to teach him? Since when? James remembered really clearly that Sirius knew the entire book of Defense Against the Dark Arts from back to back.

"It's because— I just remembered that..." James had to think, fast. "That Prongs actually taught me everything already!"

"James doesn't even pay attention to this class" Remus said, still confused. "He almost got detention for not doing any of the homework assigned in this class"

"Hey!" James remembered that day, but no need to shame him right now. "Prongs is a very intelligent guy, he just struggles a bit"

James was now far too close to Remus Lupin, who smelled like parchment and cinnamon, and was looking at him like—like—was Moony always this intense?

“You alright?” Remus asked, voice quieter now.

James swallowed. “Yeah! Yeah, just, uh—long day. Very Sirius day.” He winced.

Remus laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a disaster.”

James let out a breath. “You have no idea.”

Remus narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head. “You’re acting strange today.”

“Strange?” James forced a grin. “I’m always strange. That’s part of my charm.” He shot Remus his best attempt at a Sirius-esque smirk.

Remus huffed a laugh, closing his book. “Merlin, you’re unbearable. But I suppose that’s why I like you.”

James choked.

“I—I mean, who wouldn’t like me?” he stammered, trying to recover. “I’m charming. I have great hair. I—”

Remus suddenly leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “And modest too.”

James swore his soul left his body.

Was this how Remus and Sirius usually talked to each other? How was Sirius alive?

Remus leaned back, watching him. “Are you blushing?”

“No!” James said, very much blushing.

Remus grinned. “You are.”

James cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. “Er—so, Moony, fancy any, uh, girls lately?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Girls?”

“Yeah. Y’know. The opposite sex.”

Remus stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Merlin, what has gotten into you today?”

James panicked. “Nothing! Nothing’s gotten into me! I’m just—just making conversation!”

Remus’s eyes glinted with something unreadable. “No, it’s different.” He leaned in again, resting his chin on his hand. “You know, Sirius, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re nervous.”

James was dying inside.

“I’m not nervous,” he lied. “I’m never nervous.”

Remus smirked. “Alright, prove it.”

James gulped. “H-how?”

Remus’s smirk widened. “Kiss me.”

James nearly screamed.

He could practically hear Sirius’s voice in his head, shrieking in horror. This was not part of the plan.

“Wh—what?”

Remus leaned back, laughing at James’s obvious panic. “Relax, Pads. I was joking.”

James exhaled so hard he nearly passed out. “Right. Obviously. Ha. Ha.”

Remus tried not to smile. "You really seem a bit off today"

Oh, bollocks. James cleared his throat and leaned in, deciding to channel Sirius as best he could. “Maybe I’m just enchanted by your presence this morning, Moony.”

Remus blinked, looking slightly caught off guard. Then, to James’ horror, he smirked.

“Oh?” Remus said, setting his book aside. “That’s funny. Because I was thinking the same about you.”

James nearly choked. WHAT. NO. NO, THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPENING.

“Oh,” he said weakly, because his brain was shutting down.

“Are you flirting with me, Sirius?”

James was dying. What was he supposed to do? If he didn’t flirt back, Remus would get suspicious. If he did, Sirius was going to murder him.

So, panicking, he gave Remus a wink and said, “Always, love.”

Remus’ smirk widened. "This is the Sirius I know"

Without warning, Remus just kissed him on the cheek, picked up his book and was already standing up. "Bye, Pads! See you at dinner"

James was screwed.

Sirius definitely would kill him.

Meanwhile...

Sirius, who was still giddy about successfully looking like James, had not anticipated being pulled aside by Remus.

“James, can I talk to you?”

Sirius blinked. “Uh, sure?”

Remus pulled him into an empty classroom, closing the door behind him. Sirius sat on a desk, pretending to be casual, but inside, he was panicking.

“So,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair, looking awkward. “I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be weird about it.”

Sirius squinted. “Okay…”

Remus took a deep breath. “It’s about Sirius.”

Sirius nearly fell off the desk. “What about him?”

Remus hesitated before finally blurting out, “I think I like him.”

WHAT.

Sirius barely managed to keep his face from exploding. He could feel heat rushing to his cheeks.

Remus misinterpreted his silence as disapproval. “Look, I know it’s probably stupid, and he’s probably not interested, but I can’t help it. He drives me mad. He’s cocky and annoying and—”

“—unreasonably attractive?” Sirius offered before he could stop himself.

Remus sighed dramatically. “Exactly!” Then he paused. “Wait, what?”

Sirius cleared his throat. “Uh. Nothing. Carry on.”

Remus huffed. “I just—I don’t know what to do, James. I feel like he flirts with everyone, but lately? He’s been... different. Almost like he actually means it.”

Sirius swallowed thickly.

James was flirting with Remus.

He was going to murder him.

Remus gave him a hopeful look. “What do you think I should do?”

Sirius felt like he was short-circuiting. On the one hand, he wanted to tell Remus, Yes, I like you too, I’ve liked you forever. But on the other hand—he was supposed to be James.

So, instead, he just sighed heavily and said, “Maybe you should tell him how you feel.”

Remus scoffed. “Yeah, right. And get laughed at?”

Sirius shook his head. “No. I think he’d—um—be surprised. But not in a bad way.”

Remus studied him. “You sure?”

Sirius forced himself to nod. “Yeah.”

Merlin, James was so dead.

Some time later...

It took less than two hours for Sirius (still looking like James) to find James (still looking like Sirius) and tackle him to the ground. Peter Pettigrew had heard all the conversation James had with Remus in the common room, and of course, told Sirius.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Sirius whisper-screamed, his hands fisting James’ shirt.

James wheezed. “Mate, you saw him! He started it!”

“You winked at him.”

“I panicked!”

“You called him love.”

“I. PANICKED.”

Sirius groaned, rolling off him. “I hate you so much right now.”

James sat up, panting. “Well, good news. Remus totally fancies you.”

Sirius groaned, flopping onto his bed, straight to his pillow. They were in their dorm, of course, Sirius thought it was a great place to murder his best friend if he needed to.

James smirked. “C’mon, Pads. Don’t be a coward.”

Sirius peeked out. “…You think he’d actually want me?”

James rolled his eyes. “He literally said to your face, idiot, when he thought you were me”

Sirius blinked.

“…Oh,” he said quietly.

James folded his arms. “Remus likes you. And unless he regularly goes around telling blokes he wants to snog them, I’d say he has it bad.”

Sirius stared at the ceiling, his mind still catching up to what James had just said.

Remus liked him.

Not just in a casual, friendly way. No, the absolute lunatic had gone and developed real, actual feelings for Sirius.

Sirius’s heart was hammering against his ribs.

James nudged him. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Sirius swallowed.

For years, he had convinced himself that his feelings for Remus were one-sided. That all their flirting was just banter, nothing more.

But now…

Now, he knew the truth.

And suddenly, the idea of doing nothing felt impossible.

James grinned. “You’re gonna kiss him, aren’t you?”

Sirius groaned, shoving him. “Shut up, Prongs.”

James laughed. “I’d hurry if I were you. He might try to kiss me next time.”

Sirius threw a pillow right into James' face

"Ow!" It really did hurt. James groaned, dramatizing. "Stop being so jealous, i like Evans, idiot"

“In the name of our dear Merlin, Prongs, if you so much as think about letting Remus kiss you, I will end you,” Sirius gave him a look.

James, still very much looking like Sirius, just cackled. “I am you, mate! If he kisses me, technically, he’s kissing you! Shouldn’t that be a dream come true?”

Sirius groaned. “I hate you. I hate everything about this. Why did we do this?”

James patted his back. “Because we’re idiots, Pads. Brilliant, beautiful idiots.”

“This is a nightmare. My worst nightmare.”

James sat up, stretching. “Well, unless you plan on hiding me in here for the rest of the day, I’m going to have to keep pretending to be you.”

Sirius bolted upright. “You cannot be trusted!”

James raised an eyebrow. “What choice do we have? The potion’s got, what, four more hours?”

Sirius grumbled, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if he flirts with you again, do not encourage it. I don’t care if he backs you into a corner, if he sits on your lap, if he—”

“Wait, would he sit on my lap?” James asked, suddenly intrigued.

Sirius rolled his eyes, trying to change the subject. “Are you absolutely sure he likes me?”

James groaned. “For the last time, yes. He literally said, ‘I think I like Sirius.’ He said it to you, when he thought you were me. And, mate, you seen his face. He was serious—”

Sirius sat up, pointing a warning finger at James. “I swear on Merlin’s saggy underpants, if you make a joke about my name right now, I will hex you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you.”

James raised his hands in surrender, still grinning. “Fine, fine. But seriously—” (Sirius glared.) “—what are you going to do about it?”

Sirius flopped back onto his bed, groaning. “Die, probably.”

James threw a pillow at his face. “No, you absolute coward. You’re going to talk to him.”

“Yeah, well,” Sirius muttered, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. “What if I ruin it?”

James scoffed. “Mate. You already flirt with him constantly. The only thing that’s gonna change is that you’ll mean it this time.”

Sirius thought about that.

And suddenly—annoyingly—his heart did this stupid little hopeful flutter.

Sirius groaned again, shoving a pillow over his face. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll talk to him.”

James clapped him on the back. “Atta boy.”

Sirius muttered, “If this goes horribly wrong, I’m hexing you first.”

James just smirked. “You’ll be too busy snogging Moony to hex anyone.”

Sirius threw the pillow at his head.

Keep going with the plan...

James barely lasted twenty minutes before Remus found him again.

This time, it was in the library, where James (as Sirius) had attempted to hide, hoping Remus would be too busy actually studying to seek him out.

He was wrong.

“There you are,” Remus said, dropping into the seat across from him. “I thought you’d be off terrorizing first-years or hexing Slytherins, but here you are, in the library of all places.”

James cleared his throat, forcing himself to lean back and smirk. “I happen to enjoy a bit of literature now and then, Moony.”

Remus snorted. “You mean smutty romance novels?”

“Hey, quality smutty romance novels.”

Remus grinned, resting his chin in his hand. “Alright, something is definitely wrong with you today.”

James tried to remain cool, but Remus’s sharp eyes were too much. He suddenly understood why Sirius was always a flustered disaster around him.

“Wrong?” James repeated, hoping he sounded casual. “Nope. Just my usual charming self.”

Remus hummed, tapping his fingers on the table. “You keep saying that. But your flirting is off.”

James nearly had a stroke. “What?”

“You’re usually more… effortless,” Remus mused. “But today, you seem—what’s the word? Flustered?”

James gulped. “Me? Flustered? Never.”

Remus’s lips twitched. Then, without warning, he reached across the table and trailed his fingers over James’s wrist.

James froze.

“So you wouldn’t mind,” Remus murmured, voice low, “if I did this?”

James’s brain exploded.

This was illegal. This was so illegal. Sirius was going to murder him.

But James had a job to do. He had to be Sirius. He had to act like this was normal.

So, summoning every ounce of willpower he had, James forced himself to smirk and say, “Course not, Moony. But if you want to hold my hand, you could just ask.”

Remus smirked right back. “I didn’t say I wanted to.”

James wanted to die.

“Tease,” he muttered, pulling his hand away.

Remus just chuckled. “Always.”

Meanwhile, Sirius—still trapped in James’s body—was losing his entire mind.

He had ditched his own attempt at hiding (which mostly consisted of sulking in the dormitory) and was now lurking around the library, peeking over bookshelves as he watched James flirt with his Moony.

“I hate him,” Sirius whispered furiously to himself, gripping the edge of a shelf.

“Who do you hate?”

Sirius jumped about a foot in the air, turning to see Peter staring at him in confusion.

“Prongs,” Sirius growled, realizing too late he was still wearing James’s face.

Peter blinked. “Er, aren’t you Prongs?”

Sirius groaned. “It’s a long, stupid story.” He turned back toward James and Remus. “I swear to Merlin, if he lets Remus kiss him—”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Wait. Remus might kiss you—I mean, him—I mean—?”

Sirius clamped a hand over Peter’s mouth. “Not another word, Wormtail.”

Peter made a muffled sound of agreement, and Sirius let him go just in time to see James standing up, stretching.

“I should go,” James was saying. “Y’know, places to be, people to impress—”

Remus grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back down. “Stay.”

Sirius almost fainted.

James, for his part, looked like he wanted to cry. “Er—okay?”

Remus tilted his head, studying him. Then, after a beat, he smirked. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know.”

James gulped. “Hiding what?”

Remus leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. “That you like me.”

James, for the hundredth time that day, nearly dropped dead on the spot.

Sirius whimpered.

Remus, appearing completely unbothered, just smiled knowingly and stood. “See you later, Pads.”

And then, just to make things worse, he winked.

James waited until Remus was out of earshot before turning in sheer horror to where Sirius was (badly) hiding behind a bookshelf.

“What do I do?” he mouthed.

Sirius just stared at him.

Then, very dramatically, he turned around, grabbed the book and slammed it in his head. This was a very traumatizing experience for Sirius, and he really wished to unsee it.

Sirius was spiraling.

James—in his body—had just been told by Remus Lupin that he knew Sirius liked him.

And worst of all? That bloody wink.

Sirius had always thought himself unshakable—cool, confident, devastatingly charming. But right now, he was gripping a bookshelf like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

James was still staring at him in horror.

“Pads,” he hissed. “Pads!”

Sirius didn’t move.

“I think I’m going to die,” he whispered.

James groaned, marching over and grabbing his shoulders. “Get a bloody grip! We need a plan!”

Sirius snapped his head up, eyes wild. “A plan?! A PLAN?! The plan was to not flirt with Moony, and look how that turned out!”

James threw his hands up. “Mate, I didn’t try to flirt with him! He’s scary! I swear he can smell fear, and I was practically drenched in it!”

Well, yeah, Remus was a werewolf so this theory was not entirely false.

Sirius groaned, dragging his hands down his face—James’s face. “This is an actual nightmare.”

Peter, who had been standing quietly by the bookshelves, finally spoke. “Er… guys?”

“What?” Sirius and James snapped at the same time.

Peter pointed to the entrance of the library, where Remus had stopped just before leaving.

And now?

Now, he was walking back toward them.

James blanched. Sirius nearly screamed.

“Act normal!” Sirius whisper-shouted.

“I don’t know what normal is anymore!” James whisper-shouted back.

Remus was almost to them.

James did the only thing he could think of—he spun around, trying to look busy, grabbing the first book he could find and opening it.

Upside down.

Sirius, watching from behind him, whimpered.

“Hey,” Remus said casually as he approached.

James let out a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a cough. “H-Hey, Moony.”

Sirius covered his face with both hands.

Remus’s gaze flicked to the upside-down book. “Good read?”

James looked down. Swore. Flipped the book over with a forced laugh. “Oh, y’know. Classic.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, then leaned over to glance at the title.

James followed his gaze.

Advanced Arithmancy Theories.

James nearly blacked out.

Remus grinned.

“You?” he asked. “Reading Arithmancy?”

James panicked. “Er—yeah! Big fan of…uh…numbers?”

Sirius gagged.

Remus crossed his arms, smirking. “Alright, what is going on with you today?”

James glanced at Sirius in desperation. Sirius shook his head violently.

“Nothing!” James blurted. “Just… having a weird day!”

Remus hummed, watching him carefully. Then, with the most infuriatingly amused expression, he said, “You know, I don’t mind this Sirius.”

James blinked. “This… Sirius?”

Remus smiled, tilting his head slightly. “The one that gets all flustered around me.”

James made a strangled noise.

Sirius, behind him, grabbed Peter’s arm in a death grip.

“I do not get flustered,” James tried to argue.

Remus’s smirk widened. “Mm. Sure.”

James could feel Sirius vibrating with suppressed rage behind him.

Remus leaned in slightly, eyes dancing. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re hiding something from me.”

James gulped. “M-Me? No! I don’t—why would you think that?”

Remus studied him for a moment, then gave a slow, knowing smile. “Alright, Padfoot. I’ll leave you be.”

James nearly melted in relief. “Right. Brilliant.”

Remus turned to leave, but before he walked away, he casually reached out—

—And brushed Sirius' long hair out of his face, well, James' face.

Sirius died.

James stiffened like a corpse.

Remus just chuckled and walked away.

The moment he was gone, Sirius grabbed James and shook him.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

James flailed. “I DON’T KNOW, HE’S A MENACE—”

Peter, who had been watching everything, whispered, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sirius turned on him. “DON’T START, WORMTAIL.”

James, still reeling, exhaled sharply. “Well. You’re screwed, mate.”

Sirius groaned. “I know.”

“You have to talk to him. Properly.”

“I know.”

James nudged him. “And you have to tell him the truth. About your feelings.”

Sirius inhaled sharply. Exhaled. Then, begrudgingly—

“I know.”

The aftermath

The moment the Polyjuice Potion wore off, James let out a massive sigh of relief, rubbing his own face as if he had just escaped certain death.

Sirius, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth in their dormitory, running his hands through his own hair again. Thank Merlin. He felt like himself again.

“Okay,” James said, throwing himself onto his bed. “I’m free. My debt is paid. I am never pretending to be you again.”

“You think you’re relieved?” Sirius snapped, spinning to face him. “You didn’t have to watch yourself—me—getting bloody seduced by Moony.”

James snorted. “Seduced? That was barely anything, Pads.”

Sirius shot him a look so deadly it could have rivaled the Killing Curse.

Peter, sitting on his bed, shook his head in amazement. “Y’know, I still can’t believe Remus flirted with you that much.”

Sirius threw his hands up. His mind suddenly realizing. "Because he knew." He said in almost a whisper.

James and Peter blinked.

“What?” James said slowly.

Sirius groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “He knew it was you the whole bloody time! He had to! Moony is not an idiot!”

James sat up straighter. “You think?”

Peter looked between them, eyes widening. “Oh. Ohhhhhh.”

Sirius pointed aggressively at Peter. “Exactly.”

James considered this, then said, “Yeah, that actually makes way too much sense.”

Sirius flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “He did it on purpose. He wanted to humiliate us.”

James smirked. “Well, mission accomplished.”

Sirius groaned. “I hate him.”

Peter snorted. “No, you don’t.”

Sirius sighed, rolling onto his side. “I really, really don’t.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then James clapped his hands. “Right! So. Now that Moony clearly knows about your massive, embarrassing crush, what’s the plan?”

Sirius glared at him. “Plan?”

James leaned forward. “The plan, Pads. The confession. The I’m in love with you, Remus, please snog me senseless moment.”

Sirius made a choking noise.

Peter tilted his head. “Y’know, he did kinda make the first move. Multiple times.”

Sirius groaned. “That was him teasing. He wasn’t being serious.”

James smirked. “Well, maybe it’s time you were.”

Sirius sat up sharply. “You want me to tell Moony I like him?”

James nodded enthusiastically.

Peter nodded too. “Yeah, we’d really like to stop hearing you talk about it in your sleep.”

Sirius froze.

James grinned.

Peter, completely unbothered, continued, “Last week you sighed and whispered, ‘Moony, your eyes are like—’”

Sirius lunged at him. “SHUT UP, WORMTAIL.”

Peter cackled, dodging him.

James clapped his hands again. “Right. Enough stalling. Pads, you’re going to go find Moony, right now, and actually talk to him.”

Sirius hesitated. “What if he was just messing with us? What if he doesn’t—”

James grabbed his shoulders. “Sirius. Mate. He knows you like him. And he clearly likes you too. So get off your dramatic arse and do something about it.”

Sirius swallowed.

Then, without another word, he stood, inhaled deeply—

And walked out the door.

Moments later...

Remus was sitting by the fire in the common room, legs stretched out, a book in his lap, looking perfectly calm. Too calm. Like someone who had just set an elaborate trap and was waiting for it to be sprung.

Sirius stopped in front of him, heart pounding.

Remus didn’t even look up. “Oh, finally.”

Sirius blinked. “Finally?”

Remus turned a page in his book. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to grow a spine.”

Sirius gaped. “You knew.”

Remus finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Of course I knew.”

Sirius’s brain short-circuited.

Remus smirked. “I’m a werewolf, Sirius. You two could swap faces, voices, mannerisms, but you can’t swap scents.” He shrugged. “I knew the second James walked up to me pretending to be you.”

Sirius sputtered. “And you—you let him—you flirted with him!”

Remus leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. “Oh, that?” He smiled sweetly. “That was just for fun.”

Sirius clutched his chest. “You’re evil.”

Remus smirked. “A little.”

Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Why do I like you so much?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You tell me.”

Sirius froze.

The fire crackled between them.

Remus’s smirk faded into something softer, something real.

“Sirius,” he said quietly. “Just say it.”

Sirius swallowed. Inhaled.

Then, voice steady, he said, “I like you.”

Remus’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “How much?”

Sirius let out a breathless laugh. “Too much.”

Remus’s lips twitched. “Good.”

Then, slowly, finally, Remus reached for Sirius’s wrist, tugging him down until their faces were inches apart.

Sirius’s heart was hammering. “So, uh. What happens now?”

Remus smiled. “Well.” He tilted his head. “You could kiss me.”

Sirius barely had time to breathe before he did exactly that.

[theothernads]

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ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS: ₊˚⊹ ♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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YOU HAD NEVER SEEN YOUR MOTHER SMILE SO JOVIALLY WHEN SUNGHOON STROLLED UP TO YOU.

He had just finished talking to Prince Beomgyu and then, when you had decided to pin your gaze on him, he was already closing the distance between you and him, his black, polished shoes tapping softly against the polished floor.

It was like seeing another person take her place, stretching her lips in a way that you weren't used to. It was unnerving and sent your carefully constructed composure on a tightrope.

"Would you mind if I took Yn with me?" He asked politely when he stood before you, Jungkook, and your maternal figure.

You almost cringed because your mother? No, she was the type to weave up a lie to keep you away from petty things, such as boys—

"Of course! How can I reject a request by the Prince of Eraklyon?" Your mother chuckled with a dismissive wave of the hand.

Your jaw almost dropped if it wasn't for the both of them glancing back at you, their gazes glittering with expectation. Your mother specifically nudged her head in his direction, and you knew you had to force all the pieces of your voice to interpose on your speechlessness.

"Um, but I need to study—"

"Oh, hush! Half an hour won't deter you from your work." She narrowed her gaze, that expectation now solidly hardening in her eyes, crushing your personal choice.

Jungkook gave you a look, one of discreet bewilderment and pointed questions that burned on the side of your head. You had no time to indulge in his enquiries, though.

"Um. Okay," you said quietly, getting up from your seat and swinging your bag on your shoulder. She smiled again when you met her gaze, but no doubt that she was also sending a message to you. You didn't know what to be honest, but it lingered in her gaze like a shadow that would cling to your spine.

Sunghoon waited, a small smile on his lips, hair down and loose amongst his forehead. He looked amazing, as one does. Gorgeous.

Snapping out of your rushing thoughts, you waved bye to Minji, Dani, and Hyein, who were all wearing the exact replica of shock and joyful bewilderment. From their faces, you knew they would want you to spill all of the words and looks exchanged, even though you think it is not that deep. Ever.

"Shall we go?" He asked, gesturing to the tall, crimson door. You nodded, fully aware that many people in the room observed Sunghoon waiting for you. To quickly avoid all of that, you slipped away in a hurry.

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The berry tea Sunghoon ordered for you sat idly in front of you in a white teacup with pink flowers embedded at the edges. The café was one nearby to the Royal Hall, the walls a comforting beige with hanging lanterns radiating a warm light. In other words, it mirrored the exact thing that money could easily buy.

Sunghoon took an experimental sip and then hummed in satisfaction, setting down the cup with a clink. You shifted in your seat, aware that all of this was too intimate, too friendly for acquaintances.

If you really wanted to overload your brain with stupid assumptions, you would think this was a date.

The idea somehow invaded your body and abruptly seized all your brain cells. No, it's not a date. It can't be.

Yeah, he gave you a gift, but you and him just intercrossed paths through Jungwon. He would probably not notice your presence if that route was never taken.

Forcing the thought away, you decided to land your mind in the ground of reality.

"So, the fundraising is approaching quite fast. Do you have anything planned?" He asked, his brown eyes meeting yours with a rising interest.

Oh. That. It nearly slipped your mind entirely. "Some of the other nature girls and I are doing a nature show. Pretty basic, to be honest."

"Hey, nothing you do is basic. Even the flower show," he easily said with a knowing smile, but not aware that he just sent you an indirect flirty reply.

He must be clearly oblivious to how his words could make a person's heart flutter, or he knows, and is staking out for a reaction. You cleared your throat, a timid smile on your lips.

"Thanks, but my sequence is barely there. I'm at the end of it all. You know what — you will just have to wait and see," you said in a resigned tone, to which he chuckled lightly.

"I will be looking forward to it." He drank his tea again, giving you a slot of time for you to rearrange and organise the mess of your thoughts into a haphazard pile.

"I'm kind of nervous about it. But, I know my mother would want me to participate," you started to explain, taking the warm cup into your hands, dread bubbling in your chest again. He seemed to notice and placed the cup down.

"Hey, just remember you're not doing it alone," he reminded, tilting his head at you. "And, I know you can do it. You seem like the hardworking type."

You would appreciate it if your burn-outs weren't a frequent hurdle that you failed to jump over. As a matter of fact, your magic was so dry that it felt like pulling at sand whenever you tried to connect to it. Even now. It felt dormant and buried deep under the dirt of your lethargy.

Soft grey and blue flowers of disappointment sprouted a little by the sides of your ears, and Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, but he kept his questions to himself since your frown was beginning to fade in.

"I know what you mean by parental expectations. Being a Prince... you tend to not have the best relationship with your parents when they want so much from you," he said, leaning forward on the table, as if it was a secret he was laying bare for you.

It made you think of his behaviour when talking about his parents and home. He avoided that topic on text as much as he avoided going back home. You glimpsed back up at him.

"I guess we can relate. I have always... felt a little pressured to do well. My older brother does so well, and then, you know, there's... me," you admitted, the insecurity clawing at your chest now, ripping all of that constructed security you weakly sewed together. You gripped the teacup tighter.

"And, I'm sure you're doing great," he chimed again with sincerity in that deep voice of his. You smiled slightly, knowing he had no idea of your abnormal fatigue.

"Thanks. I hope I can be better." You drank your berry tea, the warm liquid soothing your throat.

The beat of silence passed for a good five seconds before Sunghoon set down his cutlery aside, suddenly having a his face harden into curiosity.

"What do you think about Jungwon?"

That question nearly had you dropping your teacup, eyes widening when you glanced right back at him with blaring confusion. No matter what corner you looked in, you could not comprehend where this came from.

Your shock must have grown on your face because he laughed again, nervously, and repeated the question. "What do you think about Jungwon?"

This felt like a trick question, but you knew it wasn't. Not when he had his eyes fixated on you, boring into your own mind to dig for an answer.

"He's... kind. And, slightly awkward, but he's sweet. Like you and all your friends," you said, secretly praising yourself for giving that answer. Not too suggestive, but not really plain either. It was... friendly.

Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, but there was too much of a brick wall for you to climb and see why he asked that abnormal question.

"Now, can I ask you a question?" You inquired, leaning back in your chair.

"Of course," Sunghoon replied, smiling ever so little. You returned it, hands secretly fiddling with your dress underneath the table.

"Why did you invite me out today?" You glanced back at him. The question has been gnawing at all corners of your brain. Again, a thousand thoughts flashed through his eyes before he leaned on his elbows on the table.

"The berry tea reminded me of you. And, I was also craving it, so why not?" He casually said, as if the answer didn't throw you off into sea and muffled all your thoughts.

Did he always talk like this? Did he experience life to see what reminded him of you?

You blinked a couple of times, processing it before letting a small smile break out and quickly drinking your tea. You don't know what his intentions were, but you know how much the idea confused you.

Why did your mother not make an excuse earlier? This was too much for your frazzled brain.

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ִֶָ࣪☾. [NOTES]: Okay, so i took a few days because I kinda burned myself out. I'm working on 2 projects rn. This and another oneshot, basically. Whoops. And, again, a warning — this is going to be a pining, slow-burn story that will probably make u want to throw me out the window. I'm sorry 🤞🏼

ִֶָ࣪☾. REBLOGS, COMMENTS +LIKES are appreciated <3

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ଓ༉‧.⭒ֶָ֢⋆.⋆ཐིཋִֶָྀ࣪☾.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊[TAGLIST]: @dreamiestay @m3l4nchol @n1k1mura @wensurr @jiiyen @jwonistic @lolallure @sol3chu @firstclassjaylee @luumiinaa @xwonz @vixialuvs @yunthejin

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[duuuuuuubh]

You know what? *drops art after a year of disappearance and leaves again*

maybe not for that long this time tho

yeah sorry haha-

[sheetzking]

hes so iconic to me :3

[thegreatyin]

the most important thing to remember at all times while playing fallen london is that it is secretly a slice of life anime. if you open up your heart.

[martyrbat]

batman/tmnt adventures #1

[ID: Alfred Pennyworth approaching Batman as he clanks away at the Bat-computer. Alfred is carrying a silver serving tray with a matching dome lid. He asks, “I don't suppose you could spare some time for a late-night dinner, Master Bruce?” Bruce tells him, “Not right now, Alfred. Thank you.” Alfred sarcastically replies, “I'm shocked, Sir. And here I went and prepared this generous portion of nothing. Now it will all go to waste.” He lifts the lid as he speaks to show the empty plate as the narration boxes read: ‘Alfred Pennyworth. Batman's butler and right-hand man. Rarely shocked.’ Bruce smirks slightly at the joke and says, “Cute, Alfred.” After briefly discussing the current Gotham woes, Bruce takes off running due to breaking news! Behind him, Alfred mimes emptying the (still empty) plate into a trash can. END ID]

[aria-greenhoodie]

They’re in my head get them outta there

Also Version of the first one w myself because I am Winter King’s number one hater 💚 plus closeups of the PFPs I made for him and Simon :3

Click for Quality!

[princessmossy]

More DC doodles. Just a guy and his freaky clone baby he made with his own and his arch nemesis’ dna

I think this would make a funny sitcom

[silvertws]

My idea of Odysseus and the Odyssey in general has been now clouded by the musical.

It's cool to know what's gonna happen, love having to study that in elementary.

Hey, Odysseus, when are you going to tell your family you're actually leaving again to die at sea? :D

[mylove-thresher]

la diva de mi corazón….. he’s just a guy…….

[caspersscareschool]

he literally sews his kids stupid little outfits from scratch does anyone even fucking care

[moons-now-seperate-art-blog]

I wrote the script ahead of time and then agonized over how long this ended up being and that's AFTER I condensed filler panels to save time <3 anyways I'm throwing Shadow into the angst bin. (Ft. Special guest appearance of Freryth, as the mature one somehow.)

Bonus!!!

(He was unsuccessful in avoiding his feelings)

[m0ose-idiot]

Just when you think that you're going to be fine that there's no Ghosts Christmas episode to look forward this year, you go on one innocent walk though a local cemetery and suddenly you're all like, "Hello?? How'd you get all the way over here??"

Hats off to Thomas Thorne, fully manifesting his Not Letting Go Powers from the antipodes 👻🤍

(Eastern Cemetery, Geelong) https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/165254123/thomas-thorn