#dead gay valentines

[carebeardean]

🌹❤️🌹DBDA Valentine’s Day fic recs: can’t see the stars for the clouds 🌖🌞 by the beautiful Alex! @tumblerislovetumblerislife

“So, what do you do around here?” Niko asked, when all the introductions had been handled, and she and the cloud goddess – Crystal, a pretty name for a pretty goddess – stood just within sight of Edwin and his sun god suitor. After all, being chosen as a chaperone for this celestial courting was the highest honor imaginable – unless you were the moon god’s best, and maybe only, friend. Or not anymore, by the look of Charles’ easy smile and the loosening line of Edwin’s shoulders, visible even through the veil. Niko sure hoped so. It would be nice for Edwin to get a friend out of this union, at the very least. She hoped for more, but then, she’d always been a romantic.

Or: The star and cloud goddesses must chaperone the courting sun and moon gods. However shall they pass the time?

[g1rld1ary]

heart shaped doodles - james potter x reader

wc: 836

summary: you accidentally get given james' essay, covered in doodles with your intials together

me: wrote this in one sitting i love loverboy james!!!!!

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you were in agonies waiting for your latest potions essay. usually, you had a pretty good grasp of how you were doing academically, but this last project just had you muddled and confused.

the confusion you felt about your essay, though, was completely overshadowed by the utter bewilderment you experienced as you looked down at the piece of paper slughorn had handed you.

all over the heading and through the margins laid doodled hearts, slightly smudged from carelessness. even stranger than the hearts was that your initials sat right in the middle of them, paired with the unmistakable ‘j.p.’.

you quickly paged through the rest of the essay, face draining of colour at the characteristic chicken scratch — and even more so at the clearly accidental inclusion of a page in the middle, filled with doodles and the repeated mantra of ‘mr james’ followed by your last name.

before you could process what you’d just read slughorn snatched the essay out of your hands, booming laugh echoing through the potions classroom.

“sorry about that,” he shook his head as if to reprimand himself, “i must have gotten confused with your initials being all over it.” that got the class’ attention, and several gryffindors craned their necks to catch a glance of the paper as the professor passed.

when slughorn finally made it to james’ desk, dropping the essay down silently, the class erupted into chaos. teasing and heckling ensued as both you and james sunk into your seats, and you were sure your face was the same shade of red as his.

slughorn failed spectacularly at controlling the class after the revelation that the james potter had a crush on you. and not just any crush, a doodle-your-names-together-in-the-margins, down-bad kind of crush. knowing that no more learning was going to happen slughorn dismissed you all, and you had plans to run straight to your dorm and hide there until everyone stopped caring about the whole incident.

remus lupin was immediately at your side, chatting to you about something you weren’t particularly interested in, but you were too polite to tell him of your hibernation plans. you nodded and agreed with him until you were the only ones left in the classroom. apart from james.

you froze, panic overtaking you as you stumbled to put the last of your things in your bag and run when a voice called your name. you knew instantly it was james and turned slowly to face him, forcing yourself to reluctantly make eye contact.

there was still a light dusting of blush above his cheekbones, and the way he was rubbing the back of his neck betrayed his own nervousness.

“hey,” he said, hand clutching the single strap of his bag.

“hi,” you replied, trying to stop your hands from shaking.

“so you, uh, saw my paper?”

“yeah,” you breathed, “um, congrats on the ‘o’ by the way. wish it really was my essay.” james laughed softly at your joke, messing up his hair for something to do.

“i could help you sometime! if you need it, of course.” james cringed at his own reply, the instant realisation that it maybe wasn’t the right thing to say at the moment.

“right,” you trailed off, “well, i’m gonna—”

“wait!” james reached out, a hand catching your bicep lightly. it sent goosebumps up and down the length of your arm. you looked at james expectantly, heart hammering in your chest.

“look, i — fuck. there’s no point pretending we both don’t know now. i really like you. like, an embarrassing amount, as everyone’s discovered today. and i wasn’t gonna do anything about it because i figured you’re so out of my league and aren’t interested, but i suppose i’ve already made a fool out of myself today, might as well full send it. so, what do you say? can i take you out to hogsmeade sometime?”

you pretended to mull it over to give your internal voice time to scream. james potter was without a doubt the hottest guy in school, not to mention smart and funny and good at everything he tried. and he wanted to go out with you! if he wasn’t watching you with anxious interest you thought you might’ve passed out. instead, you played it cool.

“yeah,” you said, smile creeping out despite your best efforts, “yeah, that sounds like fun.”

you almost had to shield your eyes when james beamed, practically its own light source.

“cool!” he said, too loud and fast, “next weekend?” you nodded with almost equal enthusiasm, the two of you sharing the same giggly grins.

behind james you caught a glance of slughorn through the crack in his office door, smiling fondly at the both of you. maybe his slip-up wasn’t so accidental.

“so,” james said, intertwining your fingers boldly as you both turned to leave, “you need me to be your tutor?”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Unrequited

@wolfstarmicrofic February 10, word count 491

Sirius was running full pelt down the fourth-floor corridor. He’d had a group of girls on his tail all day. McGonagall had announced that the next Hogsmeade trip would coincide with Valentine’s Day, and every girl in the castle, it seemed, was determined to ask him to take her on a date that day.  

He could hear their excited voices and shoes tapping on the stone floor as they followed after him. 

“Oh, hey, Sirius.” A sweet fifth year from Hufflepuff appeared from around the next corner. “I was wondering…”

“Sorry, very important Marauders business,” He panted as he ran past her. “Talk to you later.” He barely heard her reply of “Oh, okay, bye, Sirius” as he rounded another corner and clattered straight into Remus. 

“Oh, Moony, thank Godric it’s you. You have to help me; the girls have gone mad!” 

“Hi, Asher,” Remus waved at the little Hufflepuff who’d walked back the way she’d come and stopped when she’d seen them tangled on the floor. 

“Remus. Get. Me. Out. Off. Here!” He growled, and Remus’s eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“Should I tell her her love is unrequited, or do you want to do it?” He snickered. Sirius jabbed him in the ribs. 

“Don’t be a prat.” The sound of fast-approaching footsteps put Sirius’s teeth on edge. At least ten girls came around the corner. 

“Sirius!” They all said in unison. 

“Oh, this is just getting better.” Remus clapped his hands gleefully. 

“Shut it, Moony,” Sirius hissed. The girls began approaching them, blocking off half the corridor. He needed them to leave him alone. But what would make them stop asking him? Remus’s leg shifted as he tried to untangle himself from Sirius. Yes! That was it!

Sirius reached out and grabbed the front of Remus’s robes, dragging him close and kissed him enthusiastically. “Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to knock you over. Are you alright?” He asked sweetly. He heard a few grumbles from the assembled girls, and then they began to slowly disperse. 

“Bye, Remus, bye, Sirius,” Emily waved at them. 

“Bye, Emily,” they said together. 

When the last girl disappeared around the corner, Sirius turned back to face Remus.

“Twat,” Remus breathed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

“Well, they had to know I had a boyfriend, or you might get jealous when that gang tripled in size before Valentine’s Day.” Sirius stood up and held his hand out for Remus.

“You know, that’s going to spread like wildfire,” Remus told him as he accepted Sirius’s help and pulled himself to his feet. 

“So what? I’m sick of hiding how much I love you. It’s time for us to have a little fun.” He grinned up at Remus, a weight lifting from his chest. No more hiding. 

“Yes, dear,” Remus chuckled, swooping down to steal a kiss before they walked hand in hand down to the quidditch pitch to watch James whip his team into shape. 

[lilyofthevalleyys]

James would write Regulus the most heartfelt letter ever and Regulus would break down crying because he’s never received such a sincere letter before

[powerupcomicstonight]

[s1r1us0black]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FOR THE BEST COUPLE EVERRR‼️⭐🌕

[aledslittlelife]

happy valentines day (:

[theblackstar04]

regulus is the type to get his partner something small and meaningful for valentines. think a polaroid of the two, maybe a chocolate box. very minimal.

vs james who goes all out. buys flowers, chocolate, plushes, jewellery, buys dinner, etc.

regulus is absolutely taken back, because what do you mean this is all for him? that james went out of his way to get regulus all of this?

[birdieardley]

Hopeless romantic James Potter who loves Valentine's day vs Regulus who hates this day.

[carebeardean]

🌹❤️🌹DBDA Valentine’s Day fic recs: winter bloom by @skinnybritishdudes 🌹❤️🌹

Charles and Edwin have to figure a few things out fast: First, what the hell just happened? Next, why does it seem to affect the way everybody reacts to Edwin except Charles? And maybe most importantly: why is Edwin pink?🎀💕

[cynisterdesigns]

✨Flash Friday Drop (ft. Arcane: Jinx and Silco)✨

Welcome to another Flash Friday everyone, and happy Valentine’s Day! Nothing says love like adoptive father-daughter angst. I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed creating them through my years.

I’m most likely going to limit flash drops to two times a month max to preserve my sanity and give myself time to work on other projects, so stay tuned for March’s Flash Friday drop on the first Friday of the month! I have several ideas in mind, Arcane related and otherwise.

As always, my books are open Tues-Sat 11:30am-6:30pm. My prices have gone up to $80/hr as I’m getting close to licensing but I’m willing to talk it over if finances are an issue. Check the Venue.ink link in my bio!! 💖

Obligatory “do not use these designs or get them tattooed elsewhere without my consent, I’d really like these in my portfolio” thank you!!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Cupid

@wolfstarmicrofic February 7, word count 239

Sirius screwed up his face at the selection of Valentine's cards in the local shop. They were all so pink and either had little mewling kittens on them or a fat little cupid firing his arrow out of the edge of the card. Why couldn’t he find one that wasn’t so lovey-dovey? Remus wasn’t one for over-the-top romantic things. Sirius would shower him with kitten cards if he thought he could get away with it, but Remus would probably run for the hills if he even caught Sirius looking at them. He sighed and moved further down the row. 

He paused by the ones declaring Happy Valentine's Grandma, which was too much even for him, and that’s when he spotted it. A simple white card with a small heart and the words my valentine printed above it in an elegant script similar to Sirius’s own writing. He didn’t care how much it cost; he was buying it.  He plucked it from the stand along with an envelope and, after a detour down the chocolate aisle, dropped it and a bar of Remus’s favourite milk chocolate at the till and paid. He walked home with a spring in his step. He couldn’t wait to give these to Remus, along with a book he’d seen him eyeing up the last time he went to the bookshop. He’d make Remus enjoy Valentine's Day if it was the last thing he ever did.  

[deswhomst]

Look, I love poet Regulus as much as the next person but just imagine a version of him who tries to be poetic but is so bad at it.

Regulus, confessing his feelings: You remove the air from my lungs

James: Er—

Regulus, continues reading his little poem: You have unrightfully taken my vital organ. My bloodpump is overproducing. I am digesting moths and it’s all because of you

James: *concerned silence*

[miles-is-so-gay]

2025 SHITTY MS PAINT VALENTINES!!!!

ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER MS PAINT VALENTINE SET!!!

[g1rld1ary]

kiss me on the dance floor ; remus lupin x reader

➻ yayay first remus fic !! happy valentines!!!!!!! (my fav holiday <33)

➻ word count: 2071

➻ synopsis: you and remus keep meeting when you have to hold your friend's hair back at parties; it turns out to be effective bonding time

➻ warnings: alcohol & being drunk, drug use/being high (minor), mentions of vomiting, swearing, kissing, fluff

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You liked parties a very normal amount. You weren’t massively into drinking or staying out all night every night, but you liked to dance and you liked spending your weekends with your friends, so you ended up at most of the parties thrown around Hogwarts. The best of these were the ones thrown by the Gryffindors; they had the best music, the best booze, and usually the cutest boys.

On one fateful Friday evening you were attending one of the aforementioned Gryffindor parties — this one specifically in honour of Halloween. You and your group of friends had all decided to go together, coordinating outfits to be Charlie’s Angels from the muggle television show. Looking and feeling good you’d all enjoyed the party to its fullest, spending the long hours of the night dancing and drinking. That was, until your best friend, Jen, began to appear more shaky than upright, and you knew exactly what was coming.

You grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd, mercilessly elbowing guys out of the way when they tried to start conversation.

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” You shouted at James Potter, who pointed you along to a hallway leading off into relative darkness. You tried to hurry the both of you along, hoping to spare your friend the embarrassment of vomiting all over the Gryffindor common room, and you could have kissed the ground for making it in time if it wasn’t so grimy. The crisis directed your focus until you were absolutely sure Jen had made it over the bowl and her ponytail was safely in your hands. After the urgency had somewhat worn off your eyes could take in the rest of the room, noticing there were already two inhabitants in the room, one hunched over the sink.

Remus Lupin was the one holding back the other’s hair, which gave you a pretty good indication it must have been Sirius Black. Remus was already looking at you when you locked eyes and you gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Hey,” He said, patting a hand on Sirius’ back to soothe him.

“Hi,” You replied. You’d never spoken to him properly before despite being in school together all these years, but you supposed now was as good a time as any.

“How are you liking the party?” Remus asked and you almost laughed.

“Well the party itself is just fine — the Gryffindor music is almost always better than Slytherin’s EDM shit. Can’t say I’m as pleased with my current job, though.” You seemed to have amused Remus judging from the snort he released and you felt a flash of pride.

“I’ll take your compliment, it’s almost always my records James puts on for parties,” Then he lowered his voice to a stage whisper, “But I never lend him my Bowie records — they’re basically my children.”

“That’s not true, Moons,” Sirius interrupted, momentarily pulling his head up, “He was playing my Zeppelin tape before.” Remus gave him a smile similar to one you might give a child when you know you need to acknowledge what they’re saying but knew they were talking complete nonsense. You decided to focus on Remus’ earlier statement.

“I love Bowie!”

Once you’d found some common ground the conversation was easy. You sat for almost half an hour, the two of you chatting lightly whilst feeding your respective friends water and waiting until they were ready to be upright again. You almost dreaded leaving the gross toilets, your unexpected meeting with Remus becoming the surprise highlight of your night. You hesitated at the door.

“We should get going. The rest of our friends are probably worried,” You trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how to end your acquaintance.

“It was nice talking to you,” Said Remus, “Despite the, uh,” He gestured at the location. You laughed, nodding.

“Well, if you’re anything like me, I’m sure I’ll see you next time.” With that you and Jen said your goodbyes, waving at Sirius and Remus before darting into the crowd to find the rest of your roommates.

You saw Remus again sooner rather than later. Not at the Slytherin party the next Friday — the Marauders refused to go on principle — but at the Ravenclaw one the weekend after to celebrate their quidditch win. This time he was comforting Peter, not Sirius, and you didn’t even know the girl you’d accompanied into the bathroom. You were pretty sure she was a year or two below you, but you didn’t want her to be all alone while she was drunk.

Remus smiled softly as you explained that to him, getting so invested in your storytelling that he momentarily loosened his grip on Peter’s sandy mop. You both winced at the dull thud of his forehead hitting the toilet bowl. He simply laughed, which in turn made both you and Remus laugh, states possibly heightened by substances but you weren’t admitting anything. Your laughter subsided and you looked at Remus quietly, scrutinising his face. You liked talking to him, he wasn’t nearly as mean as his resting bitch face or the rumours made him seem. In fact he was quite nice, complimenting your outfit and giving you pointers when you started whining about the essay you were procrastinating.

It started to become a habit, the two of you meeting like that at parties and ending up hiding in the toilets for longer than was strictly necessary to take care of your respective friends. After three instances you were pretty confident you could even call him a friend, the interactions lasting outside of the singular moments at parties.

The first time he’d acknowledged you in the light of day with a wave as you passed him in the hallway you were too stunned to return it, only able to spare him a backwards glance when he had already passed. You had to ask the roommate you were walking with if it was even directed at you. Remus, in turn, was on the verge of humiliation when he thought he’d totally misread your interactions for something more than just necessity, quietly devastated when you didn’t return his greeting and interpreting it as you not actually wanting to be friends.

You managed to ease his worries the next time you bumped into him, a shy but excited “Hi, Remus!” when you passed him entering your shared potions class. You didn’t stay to watch his friends make a ridiculous fuss over the minute interaction, Sirius in particular knowing exactly what was going on. But you were glad you were becoming real friends nonetheless, the prospect of possibly talking not in a greasy toilet sounding very appealing.

Despite the introduction of small ‘hellos’ and waves when you crossed paths, your schedules were hardly aligned, so most of your relationship was confined to the parties you attended. Neither the Marauders nor your own friend group were ignorant of the two of you becoming individually more eager to attend these parties, and you could have sworn they’d started exaggerating their drunkenness to get you two to spend more time with each other.

A Valentine’s Day party in February had you dressed in your prettiest pink and white dress, the Gryffindor common room the perfect venue for a red-themed party. You’d been enjoying the party itself; you’d come up with a game where you guessed which music belonged to which Marauder — the best tracks were always Remus’.

When Jen tugged on your arm saying she was feeling sick far too early in the night you raised an eyebrow, but you weren’t going to be the arsehole who let her be sick on her own. And so you participated in the near-weekly ritual of steering her through the crowd towards the bathroom you were now well acquainted with.

For the first time in a while you were the first two in there. You stared at Jen curiously. She wasn’t exactly retching over the toilet despite the act she’d put on earlier. You were just trying to figure out how to ask the question when the door pushed open, and in walked Sirius and Remus. You could have sworn Sirius had winked at Jen, but you were too enamoured by Remus to be focusing on anyone else. Sirius at least had the decency to commit to his performance, leaning over the sink, occasionally groaning half-heartedly.

You and Remus took your customary places next to each other, periodically rubbing your friends’ backs lightly. You made light conversation with him, enjoying the way he got when he was high. His eyes became softer, hazel shining through as he locked eyes on you. Your favourite was his smile though, dopey and eliciting easy giggles at every joke you made. You were engaged in a passionate conversation about aliens when Sirius groaned louder than his pre-vomit sounds.

“Merlin, would you please just kiss already! Moony’s mooning over you!” He cried, and you watched as Remus face flushed an adorable shade of red. You assumed yours probably matched, but you were at least handling it better than the boy across from you, who looked like he wanted to drop dead in that moment. You couldn’t contain your giggle, slapping a hand over your mouth to try and lessen Remus’ embarrassment. You set your eyes on Sirius instead.

“I’m not kissing anyone in the fucking bathroom, no matter how cute they are.” You chanced a wink at Remus, then followed Jen out of the bathroom, trying not to betray how flustered you were by your own actions.

The two of you giggled all the way back to the rest of your friends, who were promptly filled in on the story and let out similar shrieks. A glance over at Remus’ friends showed them already looking at you, James Potter with a delighted expression on his face. You turned away and missed Remus’ friends hyping him up, Peter handing him a full-looking shot for confidence.

The next thing you knew, a hand slung around your shoulder. You looked up, smiling when it was the slightly dazed frame of Remus Lupin, giving you a fond grin.

“Wanna dance?” You were surprised at his request, everyone knew Remus Lupin hated dancing. And yet, here he was dancing with you to Pink Floyd as your friends made kissy faces when he wasn’t looking. You were just happy to be spending time with him not on the bathroom floor.

You were about four songs in and you could tell that Remus was tired but you were still puzzled as to why he hadn’t sat down yet. You were pretty sure even his high was wearing off which would ordinarily be an indication it was time for him to leave. But he was here. For you. You were about to question him when he leant down so his mouth was right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I know you said you wouldn’t kiss me in the bathroom, but how about a dance floor?” You could feel your jaw drop open.

“I… would say that dance floor is a green zone.” You smiled. You watched him return it, so close you could see every fleck of colour dancing around his eyes. He closed the distance first, scooping you up into his arms and kissing you with such fervour you could only imagine how long he’d been waiting for it. You returned it just as eagerly, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip to deepen it as you’d daydreamed about in class just days ago.

A frightening yell came from behind Remus and you both pulled away to investigate, rolling your eyes when it was just Sirius — clearly smashed but surprisingly wholesome in his celebrations of you and Remus finally taking some action. His heavy hand clapped Remus on the shoulder, rambling nonsense that emphasised how long it had taken the two of you to bite the bullet. Both of you ignored him, stuck in ignorant bliss, sneaking kisses between bouts of laughter.

All in all, it was a pretty decent Valentine’s Day — not actually needing to clean any throw-up was just an added bonus.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles, Monty, and Edwin (Holiday AU: Holi)

Jenny sighs. “Listen, kid, I’m not your father.”

Charles flinches. That’s not- He never said- “I never said you were.”

“Yeah, but I know what it’s like to carry around that kind of fucking weight,” Jenny says, and the breath leaves Charles’ lungs. “To be scared of other people turning out to be like your old man because you’re worried about becoming your old man. But ask anyone- those guys who are head-over-heels for you, your best friends, your mom, who can’t stop bragging about you- and they’ll tell you that you’re not him. And you’ll never be, because you care too much to let it happen. Screw the past, kid- you can be whoever you want.”

Charles feels like he’s been hit with a truck. That’s not- he can’t be-

Charles shouldn’t be spilling his guts to a woman he barely knows. But he can’t help himself, because how can anyone help but stare at themselves in the mirror and touch their face to check if they’re seeing things or if that creature in their reflection is really them? If you can actually see the truth in your own reflection, or if it’s just lying to you and you’ll never be anything more than the scared little kid haunting you from within your very bones?

“But how- god, how do you know?” Charles asks. “Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is him. See his eyebrows, his eyes, his hands- god, how do you know that you won’t end up like them? That your love won’t hurt everything it touches if you’re not careful?”

Jenny purses her lips. “Listen, kid. I’ve had shitty relationships. I’ve had a shitty father. But I’ve made something of myself. And you did too. You and I- we both know something about wounds. We both know something about stitches. I took over my dad’s shop and became a butcher because I refused to let him cut me down. You became a nurse because you refused to let the wounds fester. Neither of us are our fucking fathers."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, it came a flower bright (amid the cold of winter)

@charles-rowland-week Day 2: Comfort

Chapter can be found here!

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