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cressthebest · 4 months ago
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 41
chapter 62:
1. petition to abolish the games, if not for their lack of morals, do it for james potter
2. regulus fussing over james >>>>>>>>>>>
3. 😳 fiancé discussion
4. “There's a war on, and James wants to plan his wedding.” oh no. oh no. oh no. he’s so me fr
5. omg not reg wanting to see sirius and projecting that onto james 😭😭😭
6. they’re having a sleepover and i’m going feral over it
7. i’m not really mad at alice for all they’re saying, but i don’t think james deserves to hear it like this, or even be treated this way over frank’s death. they all knew the risk. frank made a decision, knowing the risk. james should not have to feel that eternal guilt
8. okay i’m kinda mad at alice, but i don’t really blame her per se. she’s grieving and is saying hurtful things she might not otherwise say. but it doesn’t make what she said okay. this is all so complicated
9. wolfstar deserves peace. give them peace istg. sirius doesn’t deserve these nightmares
10. *untraumatizes your blorbo* FUCK IT BACKFIRED! HE HAS MORE TRAUMA NOW
11. “"Fucking hell," Sirius hisses, clattering into the open chair next to Remus with an aggrieved air to him, eyes bulging as he drops his plate on the table. "I just had three different people corner me in the line to fucking flirt with me. Nevermind that I'm less than two weeks out of fucking Azkaban or anything, and when I mentioned that, they started, like, cooing at me. One of them offered to give me fucking sponge bath."
"What?" Remus' head whips around. "Who?"”
yo, those people should be scared. remus is in protective mode
12. the reason tension is so fucking high in the phoenix is probably because there are no fucking celebrations or events
13. i love how the gang is together, laughing and joking 😊😊
14. remus is a genius and i love him for putting the peices together about vanity and vespa
15. going insane over vanity’s impact in winning
chapter 63:
1. the districts are immune!!!
2. dorlene having sex after a mission is so them
3. “”I want to die with your head between my legs."” REAL
4. i am unamused 😐 dorcas and marlene should Not be discussing their after-war plans and what they’ll be doing when they’re old
5. “Two bodies and one heart” used to describe lily and remus has me in PIECES
6. mary and lily getting to have sex (that actually means something to lily) >>>>>>>>>>
7. also i’m so glad that sapphic sex was written to be that soft, intimate, and beautiful. especially with a trans woman. i feel like i never see sex scenes with trans women that aren’t completely fetishized
8. reading a jegulus fight has me feeling like an eight year old that walked in on mommy and daddy yelling over finances
9. 😭😭😭😭 not barty further spreading rumors about him being james and reg’s whores. this is so funny y’all
10. also not james teasing reg about having baby names picked out, only to reveal that reg literally has baby names picked out
11. demisexual sirius having a complex relationship with sex and desire (all the asexual part and all the very very horny parts) is literally my favorite thing in the world. i have never seen an demisexual character so similar to myself as him.
12. 😭😭 not remus cumming in his pants just cause he was slammed into a wall lmao
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siriusblack-the-third · 2 years ago
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DEMISEXUAL SIRIUS BLACK GANG WTFYA
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detectivebambam · 10 months ago
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me with sirius black
Fuck you *asexualizes your favorite sexy fictional character*
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supernova-stardust · 4 days ago
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A Habit To Kick (The Age-Old Curse)
Rated M | chapters 1 & 2 live on ao3 | total word count: 14,052 | wip
A few weeks ago, Regulus Black jumped off a bridge. It's not that he really wanted to die, but he didn't really want to live either. He didn't think anyone would care one way or another, if he's honest. Now he's stuck learning how to live.
James Potter was used to seeing Reg every day at the cafe he worked in, until one day he stopped coming in. When he finally sees the guy he's been crushing on come back into the cafe, he knew he had to take his chance at asking him out on a date.
***This fic deals with heavy themes of depression, lack of a will to live, and suicide, but will have a happy ending***
chapter 2 below the break for those who have been reading on Tumblr | 7,889 words
In the morning, Regulus managed to get out of the apartment before either Sirius or Remus stirred. When he glanced into the living room, he noticed that Sirius had abandoned his nest on the couch in favor of squeezing himself onto the tiny air mattress with Remus. Remus didn’t seem to mind, his long body was wrapped around his boyfriend, holding him close.
It wasn’t that Regulus was avoiding them, but going through his routine without being interrupted was a blessing that calmed his nerves. The medications he was on seemed to help a bit, but he didn’t think that there would ever be enough medications or substances to quiet the racing thoughts in his head. The best he had were his routines and his coping mechanisms. 
On his walk towards the cafe, he decided to send Sirius a quick text telling him where he was and that he’d bring him and Remus coffee when he came home. He told himself that it was so that Sirius would know that they had coffee coming, not because he knew his brother would worry himself sick before he thought to check the shared location.
He was hoping that James wouldn’t be the one working today. As much as he was looking forward to their date, he wasn’t sure that he could come up with enough small talk to occupy the man both at the counter and during their dinner. Of course, James was working and he practically bounced out of his skin when he saw Regulus walk through the front door.
There was no line, so Regulus walked right up to the counter where James was smiling. He forced himself to soften his face as he pulled off his headphones and greeted him. "Morning, can I get—"
"Reg," James laughed, stopping Regulus from ordering his coffee. "I know how you like your coffee by now. Good morning, how are you?" He turned to pour the coffee, oblivious to the fact that he left Regulus standing at the counter a little breathless and thrown off kilter. 
"Of course you do, I-I just didn’t want to assume." Regulus tried to make sure he sounded confident, but he wasn’t sure how successful he really was. "I’m fine, how are you?"
"Excited." James returned with coffee in hand and placed it gently on the counter in front of him. "I’m looking forward to our date tonight."
This time, the smile Regulus gave him was genuine and automatic. "I am too." He passed James a handful of bills and grabbed his coffee before heading to his regular seat.
Regulus was surprised to find that he was able to focus on writing much longer this morning than he had in a long time. Instead of staring at the screen wallowing at the fact that no words came to him, he was able to write a few pages as the cafe got busier throughout the morning. When someone sat at his table, he was almost able to ignore them with his headphones blocking out the sounds around him and his face buried in his laptop. It wasn’t until he felt a sharp kick to his shin that he even glanced up from his laptop, glaring as he ripped his headphones off his ears. 
"Hey—" Immediately, his face softened at the man sitting across from him. "Oh, hey Evan."
"Oh, hey Evan. Are you fucking kidding me?" He kicked Regulus again, this time with more malice. "You act weird for a week, send me some cryptic goodbye text, and disappear for weeks. I had to find out from your brother what happened. You've been silent in the group chat. And all I get is oh, hey Evan."
"To be fair, Sirius told me he updated you, so I figured you weren’t worried anymore."
"Of course I was fucking worried. You’re my best friend." Evan looked at him with so much sadness in his eyes that it made Regulus squirm under his gaze. "I’m still worried. Barty says I shouldn’t be, that they wouldn’t have discharged you if you weren’t okay, but I know you. I know you know how to manipulate them into thinking you’re fine. You know how to make all of us think you’re fine when you’re really not."
"Barty is right,” Regulus replied, choosing to ignore the rest of what Evan said. “I’m fine."
"See, that actually makes me think that you’re the exact opposite of fine. Barty is never right and you’re always the first one to say it."
Regulus laughed at that. "Okay, okay. Fine. I’m stable, how’s that for an answer?"
"Now that, I’ll actually believe." Evan said as he raked his dark fingers through his platinum curls. "Did your life experiences give you any inspiration for your book?"
And just like that, Regulus was forgiven and all was back to normal with his best friend. He knew things between them would be fine, even after that first night in the hospital. In fact, the only thing that he didn’t have anxiety about was whether or not Evan would forgive him. He had stressed about everything and everyone else, even what Barty thought about him consumed Regulus’ thoughts for a time, but he knew Evan would always accept him no matter what. Despite his attempts at avoiding him all throughout their college years, every year they ended up being dorm roommates again. Later, Evan would admit that he had requested to be roomed with Regulus because he loved having such a quiet and tidy roommate. But eventually they grew attached to one another, able to communicate non-verbally in ways that he had never been able to with anyone other than his own brother. They respected one another and as time went on, their respect blossomed into a friendship that was unshakable. When Regulus had returned to their dorm after Sirius showed up in his life again, Evan was the one who convinced him to trust that his brother wanted to be a part of his life. Evan was the one who saw him sob uncontrollably over his brother and their lost time together, never once judging him. Evan was always the one who could get through to Regulus, no matter how mentally unstable he had become.
When Evan had started dating Barty, Regulus had thought that Evan was the crazy one. Barty was known on campus as a party animal–loud, unhinged, and untamed. They had met at a party that Evan insisted Regulus attend with him. Barty had offered them some pills, which they both swallowed without even questioning. They drank a series of shots together, and the three of them had become inseparable since then. Surprisingly, Barty was often the voice of reason among their little group. Despite his poor short term decision making skills—evidenced by the stick-and-poke tattoos that littered his body and the drugs often coursing through his veins—Barty was relatively level-headed. He could look at things in calculated ways that neither Regulus nor Evan ever could, balancing the weight of risk involved in everything that they did. Regulus’ anxieties often clouded his decisions, always assuming the worst outcome, and Evan simply didn’t care to think that far ahead, preferring to live in the moment and practice the mindfulness that he’d learned in his years of yoga. In a strange way, Barty and Evan seemed to have always been made for each other, and over the years Regulus shifted from feeling envious of their easy love to feeling relief that they had each other and still kept him close, never making him feel like a third-wheel or a burden.
"You know, jumping off a bridge does have its perks," Regulus said dryly. "I have been feeling inspired to write my novel again. It’s like a fresh start."
"Oh, fuck off. Your novel is a murder mystery, not some prose about the meaning of life."
"Yeah, and now I know what it feels like to nearly drown. I’m thinking of changing the entire method of murder now." Regulus sipped at his coffee as Evan balked at him, clearly unsure if Regulus was joking or not. "In other news, I have a date tonight."
"Show me his profile." Evan didn’t miss a beat at the subject change and held out his hand expectantly for Regulus’ phone. "You may say that you’re mentally stable, but I know your taste in men sucks regardless of your mental state."
This time, it was Regulus’ turn to kick his friend’s shin. "I do not. Besides, I can’t show you his profile because we didn’t meet online." His eyes flitted over to James involuntarily. He was hoping that Evan missed the movement, but of course he didn’t. Evan turned and followed his gaze to James who was behind the counter, completely engrossed in making a customer’s drink.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Evan asked a little too loudly, drawing eyes from around the cafe towards their table. James’ head lifted from where he was working and followed the sound to look between the two of them, a burning question in his eyes. Regulus mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ towards him and scowled at his friend.
"The whole cafe doesn’t need to know," Regulus said under his breath as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table on either side of his laptop. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair and then cradled his head in one hand as he watched James get back to work. "He asked me out yesterday and I said yes."
"Does he know?" Evan asked in a low voice meant for only the two of them.
"Does he know what? There’s a lot of baggage to unpack here, Ev, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific."
"Does he know you were hospitalized? Or…any of the other shit, I guess."
"No," Regulus answered simply as he sat back and closed his laptop. "I don’t think he needs to, it’s just a date."
"Reg, you’ve liked him for years. Literally I’ve listened to you lament about how beautiful that guy is for hours of my life. We both know it’s not just a date."
Regulus sipped at his coffee again before he answered. He didn’t want to admit that Evan was right, this wasn’t just a date to him. But he figured it was probably just a date to James and so he had to adjust his expectations. "It’s just a date. A first date. He doesn’t want me to bare my fucking soul before we’ve even slept together. I’m keeping my expectations low."
"I mean, he could actually care about you, you know," Evan rebutted.
"I barely know the guy. He’s just pretty. That’s it. He’ll take me on a date and realize how boring I am, we’ll have sex, and things will go back to normal. He’ll make me coffee, I’ll annoy you and Barty over how attached I am to a guy I barely know, life goes on."
"Oh, don’t do that. We both know it’ll just lead to heartbreak."
"It can't lead to heartbreak if I don't open my heart to him."
Evan hummed as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "I still think you should tell him."
"Nothing sets the mood like telling a guy you tried to kill yourself a few weeks ago." Regulus rolled his eyes. "I’m not telling him. He won’t even like me, there’s no point."
"Reg, you’ve been coming here for years. I’m pretty sure he knows you enough to like you, at least a little bit. You should tell him. I think he’d want to know, if anything at least let the guy know what he’s getting himself into if he decides to take you out on a second date. You’re a great guy, amazing even, anyone would be lucky to call you theirs, but if he’s gonna seriously pursue you he should know what he’s getting himself into. It’s only fair."
"Fine. But I’m only agreeing because I know it won’t go that far."
Evan laughed and looked at him fondly. "I missed you. I’m glad you’re still here."
"I missed you too," Regulus replied with a soft smile. He couldn’t say he was glad to still be alive, at least not honestly, but he hoped that eventually he could say that he was. 
***
"I brought you both coffee," Regulus said as he came through the front door. He pushed the door closed with his hip and made his way into the living room where Sirius was scrambling off of Remus’ lap with a look of embarrassment on his face. "Don’t you dare have sex in my apartment."
Remus just gave him a wolfish smile in response.
"I shouldn’t have brought you guys coffee," Regulus sighed as he set the to-go cups down on the coffee table. 
"You shouldn’t have left us to our own devices for so long," Sirius snipped back as he grabbed one of the cups. "You know I’m a restless person, Reggie. I need to get my energy out somehow."
"Disgusting, never talk to me again."
Secretly, Regulus would always be happy that Sirius and Remus were so good together. His brother deserved someone as patient and kind as Remus was. Neither of their parents had ever offered any sort of softness to them while growing up and while Regulus had grown to be closed off and avoidant of physical touch, Sirius craved tactile reminders of love and comfort. To this day, Sirius was the only person that Regulus allowed to pull him into casual hugs. None of that meant that he was okay with finding his brother and his boyfriend having sex on his couch though.
"So," Sirius said as he watched Regulus pick up the blankets off the floor and meticulously fold them. "What’s your plan for the day?"
"I was thinking that I'd keep working on my novel until I have to get ready for my date. I also have to call the therapists’ office that the receptionist recommended to me at some point. I need to get on the schedule there soon. I was reading the reviews last night and they seemed halfway decent, at least. We’ll see. Might keep looking depending on how the appointment goes."
"That’s good. It might take a bit to find the right match. Hopefully the group therapy will be a little better than Slughorn in the meantime," Sirius said in a tone that was intended to sound casual, but Regulus knew wasn’t at all.
"I can see if my therapist's office has any openings, if you want?" Remus suggested. "I’ve been going there for years."
Regulus finished folding the blankets and sat in an armchair next to the couch. "I appreciate that, but wouldn’t it be weird to see the same therapist?"
"Well, yeah, but there’s a lot of other people in her practice. The office I go to specializes in queer issues, so it’s a little different from the average therapy office." Remus shrugged. "It’s nice to see someone who I’m not worried about having secret homophobic biases, even if my issues are mundane things like work-life balance."
"Yeah, which is bullshit," Sirius whined. "I keep telling you to quit that job. You hate it and I have plenty of money to keep us comfortable without you working."
"And I keep telling you, I like having something that gives me purpose. This isn’t the time to have this conversation, love. Let’s talk about it later. I just wanted Regulus to know that there’s options, that’s all."
"Yeah, I’m not touching this," Regulus waved his hand at the two of them, "with a ten-foot pole. I’m gonna go write." He got up, grabbed the bag that he had discarded at the doorway, and headed to his room. 
***
"He already knows what you look like, you know," Sirius laughed.
"I know, fuck off."
Regulus had spent the last hour getting ready and he still wasn’t happy. He felt like he had tried on every combination of his clothes in his closet and at this point. Pulling his shirts on and off had made him hot and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He groaned loudly and laid back on his bed, shirtless and annoyed.
He heard someone walking down the hall and his suspicions were confirmed that it was Sirius when he looked up to see his brother leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "You know, he’s gonna like you no matter what you wear."
"What time is it? I feel like I need to shower again." He tried to huff a burst of air from his lungs to move the hair off of his forehead, but he was so sweaty that it did nothing.
"You’re kidding me, right?" Sirius pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time. "Reggie, you’ve only got thirty minutes until he gets here."
"I’m showering again." He pushed himself off the bed and past Sirius who just gaped at him in the hallway. He made his way to the living room. "Remus, will you pick out a shirt that matches these pants? I want to look hot, but not unobtainable." Wearing nothing but his favorite pair of black jeans, he did a spin in the middle of the room for Remus.
Remus gave him a mock salute as he stood from the couch and Regulus headed into the bathroom to shower the sweat off his body.
"Why does Remus get to pick your shirt? We all know that I have better style than him," Sirius asked from just outside the bathroom door.
"I have style," Remus rebutted. 
"Sorry, love. I always think you’re adorable, but wearing over-sized sweaters is not a sense of style."
"Remus picks because he’s not my brother and I don’t want to think about how you picked out my shirt if I get laid."
"Disgusting."
"At least you won’t have to walk in on it like I almost did today. Can I shower in peace?"
"Fine, you have twenty five minutes if he shows up on time."
James showed up five minutes early.
Regulus was fluffing his hair one last time–very impressed with himself for getting his curls to sit in that perfectly undone way that he always loved–when he heard the doorbell ring. Sirius laughed and he heard Remus tell him to behave. Regulus looked himself over in the mirror again before deciding to grab his eyeliner and smudge a bit under his eyes. 
"Can you let him in?" he yelled from the bathroom. "And don’t scare him, please. I’ll be ready in a minute."
Remus ended up suggesting he wear a simple black tee and while Sirius might have said that Remus didn’t have a sense of style, Regulus thought that the simplicity allowed his accessories to shine. He tucked his shirt in loosely, wore a silver-buckled belt, and put on all of his favorite rings. The finishing touch was his favorite necklace, shaped like a dagger, that dropped between his pecs. He did one final look-over in the mirror before deciding that this was as good as it was going to get and ambled his way into the living room. 
"Reggie, look who’s here. And he brought me flowers." Sirius batted his eyes as he fell back onto the couch and curled up into Remus’ body. Remus lightly smacked Sirius’ leg in an attempt to make him shut up.
"Uh. N-no, I brought these for you." James held out a small bouquet of flowers towards Regulus as soon as he entered the living room. "Sorry, is this too much? It seemed like a good idea at the time and now I’m not sure if—"
"They’re lovely, thank you," Regulus interrupted with a soft smile in an attempt to save James from rambling in front of his brother. "Let me put them in some water real quick and then we can go?" He reached out to take the flowers and smelled them before he walked into the kitchen to find a vase. 
"Ignore Sirius," he heard Remus say as he left the room. "He lives for making people squirm. I’m Remus, by the way. Sirius’ boyfriend."
Regulus stopped listening to their conversation as he methodically cut the stems of the flowers, filled the vase with water, and meticulously arranged each stem so they were sitting perfectly. He placed the arrangement on his counter near the window and stepped back to admire them before he returned to the living room. He had never been given flowers before and quite frankly, he always thought it was a trite tradition rooted in compulsory heterosexual norms, but now that he had received them from James? Now he understood why it was so…sweet. Sirius may have said that he hated sweet, but Regulus was finding that he was already loving every moment. 
Evan was right, Regulus really was way too deep in his feelings for James already.
"Reggie, text me if you’re not coming home, yeah?" Sirius asked in a tone that carried far too much weight for such a simple request.
He tried hard not to blush at the implication, but he still felt his cheeks heat before he nodded. "Let’s go," he said as he grabbed James’ hand and led him into the hallway. He shoved his oxfords on as quickly as possible and the two of them walked out of the apartment together towards James’ car. 
James drove an old Toyota that probably wished it could be retired at a junkyard, but Regulus could tell it was well taken care of, regardless of age. 
When they got in the car, James turned the keys and rubbed the back of his neck. Regulus was learning that this was a nervous habit of his. "Sorry, there’s really no creature comforts in this thing, but she’s reliable." He fiddled with the radio until he found a classic rock station and made sure it was turned down low enough where they could hold a conversation without raising their voices.
"It’s fine, James. I don’t even own a car, you don’t need to impress me."
"I may not need to impress you, but I’d like to."
Regulus hummed at that and they fell into a comfortable silence as James drove. It was a few minutes before James began rambling, nervously filling the space between them with his voice. 
"You and your brother seem close. I don’t have any siblings, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone who’s known me from birth. Is he always like that? I’ve met him before at Galactic— he thought I was hitting on him and I swear I wasn't."
"Yeah, he’s always like that," Regulus sighed. "He mostly does it to fuck with people though, don’t take it personally. Having a brother is like that."
"Like what?" James asked.
"Constantly having someone giving you a hard time. He can’t help himself. I’ve always said he needed another brother who could keep up with his bullshit."
"I’m sure you keep up with his bullshit, Reggie."
"Don’t call me that."
"Sorry, I—"
"Sirius is the only person who can call me that," Regulus interrupted before James could finish explaining himself. "Even then, I hate it. I just got sick of telling him he couldn’t anymore. He calls me it more when I tell him to stop." Really, he loved that his brother had a special nickname just between the two of them. He wouldn’t let anyone else use it because it was sacred between them. He would never, ever, admit it to Sirius though. 
The silence that hung between them was anything but comfortable this time. Regulus felt self conscious about his outburst and it seemed as though James was afraid to break the silence himself. He wasn't sure if it was because James was afraid to say something wrong, but Regulus mentally kicked himself for having such a strong reaction to being called a simple nickname. He looked out the window as James drove, trying to discern where it was that they were going.
He heard James take in a breath as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Look," he finally said. "Can we just… start over? I feel like I'm fucking this all up. I wasn't expecting to meet your brother and his boyfriend tonight and if I'm honest, it kind of threw me off my game."
"Your… game?"
"Yeah, like… fuck." James let out a shaky breath and when Regulus glanced over, he noticed that his brows were knit together in frustration. "I just had a whole idea in my head of how I'd greet you and when it wasn't you who answered the door, it threw me off. I practiced handing you the flowers and everything. And your brother is just— He's a lot."
"My brother is a menace, it's okay, you can say so."
"Well, he seems fun at least."
"Am I not fun enough for you, James?" Regulus asked, his voice laced with sugar sweet sarcasm.
"N-no that's not what I—"
"Relax, I'm just fucking with you." Regulus smoothed his hand on James' thigh while he continued driving them into an area of the city that he wasn't familiar with. "So, where exactly are we going?" he asked in an attempt to break the awkward tension between them.
"There's a place not too far from here that I've never been to, but the reviews are pretty good. Dolce Vita, have you been?"
"You're bringing me somewhere you've never been?" Regulus asked incredulously. "What if it's awful?"
"Then we can have a good laugh about it and go get McDonald's."
Regulus wrinkled his nose at that. "I'll take bad Italian food over McDonald's any day."
"Oh, don't tell me you don't indulge in a burger after a night of drinking now and then?" James glanced over at him with mock horror, bringing his hand to his chest.
"I really don't." There weren't many things that Regulus had held onto from his childhood, but the way he ate was definitely one of those things. He was meticulous about everything he put into his body—besides the drugs that Barty shared and the alcohol he took them with.
James hummed and brought a hand down to brush his fingers along the hand Regulus still kept on his thigh. He laced their fingers together and glanced over. "Is this okay?"
Regulus nodded before realizing that James was still driving and probably couldn't read his body language. "Yeah. This is nice."
The car ride continued with little conversation, but the silence that settled between them was comforting in a way. James' thumb rubbed soothing circles along Regulus' wrist and for once, Regulus didn't feel the compulsion to pull away. It almost felt…right. Like Regulus had been made to be putty in James' hands.
When James parked the car, Regulus watched the muscles in his hand flex as he effortlessly pulled into the parking spot using one hand. He caught himself imagining those hands roving over his body and holding him down before he was pulled from his thoughts by James bringing his hand to his lips. He placed a brief peck on the back of Regulus' hand before letting go so he could shift the car into park. Then, he turned off the ignition and grabbed his keys as he turned to smile at Regulus.
"Ready?" James asked, oblivious to the direction of Regulus' thoughts. He nodded in response and they headed into the restaurant together.
The restaurant was more quaint than Regulus had imagined, but he found he was grateful for the dim lighting and cozy booths all the same. He slid into the seat across from James and looked over at him, taking in the way his warm honey eyes seemed to become even more rich in the lighting.
James grabbed the wine menu and held it towards the middle of the table, scanning through the different options. "Do you like red or white wine?"
"Um…" Regulus didn't know how to tell James that he couldn't drink while he adjusted to his medications. Suddenly, he felt like he should have put off going on this date for at least another month, but how would he have explained that? Oh, yeah, I'd love to go out, but let's wait a bit? No, I don't have any plans—I never have plans— I just need to make sure my brain is all balanced before anything happens between us.
What a joke.
"It's okay if you don't drink, I won't either." James said, saving Regulus from having to answer as he placed the drink menu down on the table. "A friend of mine is an alcoholic, I should have known better than to assume."
"I'm not— I do usually drink." Regulus let out a breath and took a moment before carefully choosing his words. "I'm just taking a bit of a break right now for my health."
"Cool, I didn't realize you were so health conscious. You're gonna make me want to take care of myself better too."
Regulus let out a real, genuine laugh. The idea of him being health conscious was honestly the funniest joke he had heard in a long time. "I think if the tone of your muscles says anything, you're plenty health conscious."
"You've looked at my muscles?" James asked with a knowing smirk.
"Who hasn't?"
"Lesbians, probably. I'll have to ask Lils if she's noticed how fit I am next time I see her."
"Lils? Is she your friend?" Regulus asked. This was the first time James had mentioned anyone in his life and he wanted to capitalize on the opportunity to learn everything he could about the man across from him.
"Lily— Yeah, one of my best friends. Her and I grew up together. Certified earthy crunchy lesbian, through and through. Don't tell her about anything you do for your health when you meet her because she will not shut up about a natural alternative."
"You want me to meet your best friend?" Regulus could hear the disbelief lacing his own voice.
"I mean, sure. If this continues to go well." James shrugged before continuing as if this was no big deal. "Meeting each other's friends is important if we keep dating, yeah? Besides, I've already met your brother and his boyfriend. Lily is the closest I've got to a sister. Do you know what I mean? I mean— I know you have an actual brother, but do you have any friends that know you like a sibling?"
"Evan." Regulus answered immediately, ignoring the rest of James' rambling. "He's got a boyfriend, Barty, who I'm close with too. But Evan and I were roommates all through college."
James hummed in acknowledgment. Their conversation paused as the server came and took their orders.
"What was your major?" James asked, picking up the conversation where they left off once the server left their table.
"Don't laugh."
James crossed his heart in a silent promise.
"I double majored in English and Journalism." Regulus answered, bracing himself for the teasing that always came after he answered this question. "I'm an author. Well, kind of. Haven't published anything yet, so I'm not sure I get to call myself an author, but maybe some day."
"Is that what you do every morning at the cafe? Work on writing a book?"
Regulus nodded.
"What's the one you're working on right now about?"
"Murder," Regulus answered plainly.
"What?" James sputtered.
"I mostly write murder mysteries. I haven't quite figured out the whole thing, but I think in this one the murder will have been committed by the narrator and the reader won't realize it until the very end. If I deceive the reader enough with an unreliable narrator, that is." This was the first time Regulus had felt like he could tell someone about the plot of a story he had been working on before he had finalized any of the plot points. He was surprised to hear himself say the words, but as their conversation went on he was finding himself more comfortable with James by the moment.
"You're allowed to call yourself an author, Reg. You don't need to write daily or publish anything to prove that you're an author."
Regulus furrowed his brow and changed the subject, unsure of how to respond to the wisdom James had to offer. "What about you? Did you go to college?"
"I'm literally a barista."
"That doesn't mean you didn't get a degree. Lots of people don't get to use their degrees and get stuck doing things they don't want to do."
"Fair, but no." James chuckled. "I've taken quite a few classes, both at university and at independent art studios, but I haven't found anything that sticks. I do like working as a barista though. The pay is good and it leaves me with enough time to take different classes and figure out what it is that I want to do with myself. I've always been one of those people who switches between hobbies at the drop of a hat. Lately, I've been really into ceramics."
"Ceramics? Impressive."
"Sounds like it, but no. I'm not very good. Still fun though, that's what counts."
Regulus smiled softly at that. "I've never been able to do anything just for… fun."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I've always had to be great for it to be worth spending my time doing. If I wasn't, I moved on."
"But how do you know if you can become great at something if you don't spend the time to find out?" James challenged gently.
Regulus didn't have an answer to that. Their conversation lulled a bit and he found himself grateful that the server had returned with their food. They both quietly dug into their dishes and while Regulus had joked earlier about the possibility of it being terrible, everything on his plate was flavorful and cooked to perfection.
"So, I have to ask…" James trailed off, blushing slightly as he steeled himself to ask whatever was bouncing around in his head.
"I may or may not answer," Regulus deadpanned as he cut into his food.
James smiled at that. "Of course, and you don't have to, I just… I wondered what your brother meant when he asked you to let him know if you'd be home or not."
Regulus raised an eyebrow as he looked up into James' eyes. "Surely you can use your context clues to figure that one out?" he said, intentionally shifting the focus to the implication of them hooking up. He didn't want to admit to James that what Sirius was truly asking was if he had to worry about whether his brother was alive or not.
Evan was going to have a field day with how many times Regulus could have told James about his hospitalization and simply… avoided it.
"I mean, sure, but— What did you tell him you'd expect out of a first date with me?"
"James, I'm going to be very honest with you, okay? I don't date. I have men that I see one time, we hook up, and I never hear from them again."
James blanched at this. "What? Why?"
"It's too… Complicated. Messy. I'd rather just get what I need from them and move on." Regulus shrugged and continued to cut into his food as if he hadn't said the most devastating thing to the man across from him. He never admitted it in therapy, but the loneliness that had taken over his every waking thought before his attempt partially stemmed from his inability to find romantic connections with people. He knew that romantic love wasn't something that everyone needed, and that he shouldn't have based his entire self-worth upon the idea of being loved by someone, but he did. He wanted to be loved so much that it consumed him.
"So, what do you need from me?" James asked.
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"I don't know. I've never done this before. I've never let someone pick me up at my home, no one's ever brought me flowers. This isn't how I normally operate. But how I normally operate isn't working anymore and you're so… sweet. You asked me out and I said yes and now we're here and I don't know what to do or how to behave, but I'm trying."
"Reg, I—"
"Please don't make this weird, I can't do weird."
"No, that's not… I just can't believe no one has ever wanted to treat you the way you deserve."
Regulus paused at that, unsure of how to respond. "Maybe I just never gave anyone the chance."
"Well," James gave him a sad smile. "I'm glad you're giving me the chance. But I think since you gave me a bit of honesty, you deserve a bit of mine too. I don't do hook-ups. I don't sleep with someone on the first date. And to be fully transparent, I've never dated a man before."
"Are you sure you're…?"
"Oh, I'm very sure." James laughed. "I just never felt connected with a man before in a way that made me comfortable enough to continue anything more than a date or two. And quite frankly, most of them wanted to move much faster than I felt comfortable with."
"Fair enough." They continued eating in silence. Regulus wasn't sure that there was any tension growing between them, but he was fast learning that James was more of the type to ramble than sit in silence if he was nervous, and so the quiet made him uneasy. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. "I hope you don't take offense to me asking. I just don't want to be someone's experiment only for them to find out it was simply a curiosity they've sated. But I'm open to moving slow. I can follow your lead."
"No offense taken. I'm just relieved to have these conversations and not have you freak out."
"Why would I be the one to freak out? You're the one with morals here. I'm the degenerate slut. You should be the one freaking out and leaving me to pay the bill."
James faked a gasp, clutching his imaginary pearls. "Why, Regulus, I would never dream of such a thing. Besides," his smirk became downright sinful as he brought his face close to Regulus', "I never said I wasn't a degenerate slut too." He sat back and leaned into his chair, raking his eyes over Regulus. "I just take a little longer to build enough connection to feel that way about someone."
"You are such a flirt for someone who doesn't fuck on a first date."
Of course, it would be Regulus' luck that the server would come with the check at that exact moment. The knowing smirk on their face was mortifying.
James started to pull out his wallet before Regulus tried to stop him. "Please, let me pay? You've been so sweet, I insist." Regulus said, pulling out his own wallet and digging for his card.
"I asked you out," James answered as he counted cash and placed it in the check holder. "I'll pay. You can plan and pay for the next date."
"Yeah? You want to go out again?" Regulus felt his heart beating far too fast at the idea of seeing James again.
James nodded, "I hope you feel the same?" His voice wavered. Regulus wasn't sure if it was because he was unsure of himself or of the situation, but he vowed to make sure that James always knew how wanted he was from here on out.
"I'd love to," Regulus answered with sincerity.
"Great," James beamed. "Let's get you home, yeah? Then Sirius can't say that anything nefarious happened while I was with you."
The drive back to his apartment was uneventful. They held hands and sneaked glances at each other. Occasionally, James would hum along to a song on the radio—a trait that Regulus decided was endearing. When they pulled up to his apartment, Regulus looked around and didn't see Sirius' car anywhere in the lot.
"Strange," he said. "I didn't think they were going out tonight."
"Did he text you at all?" James asked.
Regulus pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked for any missed calls or texts. There were a few from his group chat with his friends and upon a quick glance, he realized that they were all talking about his date tonight. For a moment, he wondered how they knew, and then he realized—Evan. He would have told Barty and Barty didn't know how to keep his mouth shut, especially when the potential of Regulus getting laid was up for discussion. He continued to sift through the notifications, but none were from Sirius.
"I didn't get a text or anything. They must have needed to go grab something quickly from the store or something." Regulus shrugged. "Want to come in?"
James quirked an eyebrow in question.
"Not— Sorry, I'm not trying…I-I mean if you wanted…" Regulus let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I don't know how to do this. I had pure, innocent thoughts, I swear."
James tried his best to hold a straight face before he burst out laughing. "Oh, Reg. You're so cute when you squirm." He lifted Regulus' hand to his lips and kissed the back of his hand. "I knew what you meant, and yeah, I'd love to. It would be nice to see your place without being terrified of your brother."
"You're an asshole," Regulus pouted.
"Yeah, but you like it."
Regulus hummed playfully. "Time will tell."
As Regulus unlocked his door, he had a sudden feeling of insecurity sweep over him about his apartment. Sure, it was tidy and everything had it's perfect home, but he also filled his space with things. He had always kept so many things, to the point that Sirius would remind him that they weren't broke. But it wasn't about that. He kept anything that brought him any semblance of joy. And so his space was all plush blankets and soft pillows, tchotchkes from vacations lining his bookshelves, and of course, books. Lots and lots of books that took up every available surface. Suddenly, bringing James into his home felt extremely vulnerable.
He turned on a lamp—a small one in the entryway because he never, ever turned on 'the big light'—and turned towards James only to find him much closer than he expected. James took another step closer, invading his personal space, and looked down at him. The soft yellow from the lamp made his tan skin radiate a warm glow and Regulus' breath hitched as he took in the beauty of the man in front of him. James lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind Regulus' ear and cupped his jaw with the palm of his hand, tipping Regulus' face upwards.
"You're so beautiful, Regulus." James said. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please kiss me, James."
James' grip on his jaw tightened infinitesimally for a brief moment, but Regulus' nerves were on overdrive. He leaned into it, resisting the urge to moan at the thought of those fingers gripping him harder. James' pupils widened at the subtle movement. It felt as though they were both walking a fine line between what they wanted to do and what they should do. Losing all sense of patience, Regulus pushed himself to the balls of his feet and brushed his lips against James'.
They were both tentative at first, unsure of themselves, but then James buried a hand in Regulus' hair and suddenly he felt nothing but desire and need. Regulus' hands found James' waist and he pulled him in closer, afraid that if he let go then this would prove to have never been real. Their kisses became more urgent, hungry for each other in a way that Regulus had never experienced. He felt as though the void of loneliness was being filled with each kiss they exchanged and if he hadn't felt how fast James' heart was pounding against his chest, that would terrify him. Instead of pulling away as he normally would, he pulled closer, wanting nothing more than to be able to crawl into James and never be apart.
And then Regulus heard a throat being cleared.
James pulled away and looked over his shoulder at the intruder. The movement allowed Regulus a view of the open door and his brother standing with his arms crossed looking rather vexed.
"Fuck off," Regulus said.
"Me? I'm not the one getting railed in the hallway. This is a public space you know," Sirius said with mock horror.
"We were only kissing. And this isn't a public space, this is my apartment. Just mine. You're not even on the lease. So, fuck off."
"To be fair," Remus said as he pushed Sirius all the way through the door so he could close it behind himself. "We're staying here for another couple of weeks. Maybe we can just all be considerate of each other in the meantime, yeah?"
James' brows pinched together but he didn't ask the question that was clearly on his mind. Regulus was thankful for that, at least.
"Yeah, Reggie. Let's all be considerate. You said we couldn't have sex in the apartment. You can't either." Sirius said as he kicked off his boots and hung up his jacket.
At that, Regulus analyzed his brother a bit more closely. His hair was a mess and his clothes were rumpled in a way that didn't speak of simply being worn. "Is that why you were gone? Did you two seriously just go off to have sex and come back?"
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, baby brother," Sirius sing-songed.
"Gross." Regulus scrunched his nose in disgust.
"Okay, well, on that note," James said. "I had a wonderful time, I'll text you, okay?"
Regulus nodded. "Yeah, sounds perfect." He hesitated for a moment before deciding to lean in to give James one last kiss before he left. "I had a nice time too," he murmured, offering James a small smile meant just for him.
After James left, the three of them stood together steeping in silence in the entryway. Regulus glared at his brother while Remus looked at Sirius with amused affection.
"Well, James seems nice." Remus said in an attempt to break the awkward silence between them all.
Sirius laughed. "James seems like—"
"Shut up." Regulus interrupted. "Don't talk about him, you don't know him."
"We've all known plenty like him." Sirius rebutted.
"Love, maybe you should ask how the date went instead?" Remus offered.
"We all saw how it was going." Sirius said.
A rage that Regulus couldn't place took hold of him at that. James wasn't like that—he was the only guy that he had ever gone out with who wasn't like that—and maybe his brother was feeling particularly protective right now, but he didn't have the patience for it. He shoved at his brother, sending him stumbling back into Remus, who swayed a bit at the impact.
"I hate you," Regulus seethed. "Goodnight."
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lynxindisguise · 7 months ago
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The one-room shack is cramped and cluttered, filled with books, plants, a dusty piano, and of course, a coffin. One coffin.
“There’s no people for miles, and you’ll not be bringing any back here, so it’s goats and rabbits or nothing.” Remus raises his glass pointedly and takes a sip.  
“You’ve no curtains,” he observes.
“My plants like light.” Leave it to Remus to prioritise the happiness of some plants over his own.
Sirius cocks his chin towards the singular coffin, waiting for him to catch on. His dismayed expression does not disappoint.
“It looks roomy enough,” he offers innocently.  
“I’d prefer the sun,” Remus grumbles, looking rather petulant. They both know full well that they’ll be sharing that coffin come dawn.
“It’s adorable when you pretend to be repulsed by me.”
“I’m not pretending. And don’t call me that.”  
“What, adorable?” he smirks, creeping forward. “But you are adorable.”
“Yes because I’m trapped in the body of a child,” he snaps.
Oh. Chastised, Sirius wavers in place. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...”  
Remus drains the remaining contents of his mug, blood staining the inner portion of his colourless lips. A single drop pools in the corner, and he can’t shake the urge to lick it away. It’s something he’s done before, he’d guess, something done regularly.
What happened between them? For once, they’re the same sort of monster; shouldn’t that have made things easier?
But then, sometimes it’s easier to love a different monster than a mirror reflection. Neither of them have ever particularly liked their reflections.
start from the beginning
multiverse jump!
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just a little bit of magic
by cancerravenclaw on ao3. 25k. explicit. ecstasy, chains, and love at first high.
“You’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
If such a ludicrous thing could be true, Remus might have believed it from the look in Sirius’ eyes—pupil-pooled and foggy-edged.
“Mhm,” Remus hummed. “I bet everything is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.” He ran a thumb across the high arch of Sirius’ cheek. “What are you on?”
Sirius grinned, lazy and eager tied together in teeth.
“Just a little bit of magic.”
The night sky of mirror balls flashed and caught the silver hoop transecting his bottom lip and the glitter scattered around his bottomless eyes. Sirius was all the shades and facets of a magic, mystical, midnight daydream just a breath away.
With just one touch and one heart-shaped pill, the night dissolved into ecstasy-laced eternity.
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zeherili-ankhein · 7 months ago
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Thanks for answering my anon ask, I plan to try write him as demisexual so I genuinely needed some validation on that.
What are your thoughts on Demisexual Sirius, would it make sense in prongsfoot?
Hello!
Here I wrote that Sirius could have any sexual orientation you like, if you know how to make it work for his character.
As for demisexuality. From what I know about demisexuality, it seems like a great choice for Sirius in Prongsfoot.
Sorry, I can't give a more detailed answer because I don't want to accidentally talk in stereotypes and thus hurt someone's feelings. I can only give a detailed answer for my headcanon of Sirius — poly bi, because that's what I understand the most.
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osierriv · 4 months ago
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Sirius being demisexual in crimson rivers is so important to me :( thank you bizarrestars I can almost forgive you
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brandileigh2003 · 3 months ago
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Ace spectrum wolfstar fic recs. Feel free to drop any other recs in comment section and I can add them.
-this is erosion by JJanuaryRain texting modem magical. Asexual sirius
-We’ll Make It Out Alive by wolfstar_addict417: muggle texting kidfic. Asexual sirius.
-The Moon, the Stars, and the Darkness Between Them by DemonBanisher-. University, asexual remus
-i don't want to be your muse by yellowmarshmallow muggle asexual remus with disability
-i carry it in my heart by wolfpad demisexual Remus. Football, moonwater friendship (they're teachers)
-Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account remus is deaf, Sirius is demisexual
-Snowflakes by shushu_yaoi_lj remus chronic pain, Sirius demisexual
-Something Just Like This by shadow_prince trans remus and demisexual Sirius
--Time May Change Me by @kaymardsa ft chronic illness and demisexual sirius
-Wouldn’t It Be Nice? By FivePips, jennandblitz series: Rock ‘n’ Pole (have only read some of them) asexual remus
-Ace of Hearts by Reinamy 1 shot asexual sirius post-azkaban
-Everything is right by de_sire 1 shot
-crimson rivers by bizarrestars has amazing demisexual Sirius and deals with acceptance of pleasure too
*My fic silence between us ft remus as greysexual
These 1 shots especially highlight: here and here
Parks and Playdates remus is asexual (1 shot)
--feel free to check it my main rec list
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wolfstargazer · 1 month ago
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What are your thoughts on Sirius and Remus openness about their sexual orientation, given the time and all? How old are they when they come out? Are they open to just the closest cirkle or do they show their love to the world? Do they agree or is this an area of conflict between them?
I love this ask! Whoa, okay, buckle in because this response is going to be long and include extended headcanon....
Sirius
My headcanon for this is that Sirius is bisexual. He has always been comfortable with sex, and could be described as bi-curious from his early teens, although it takes him until his late teens and post-Hogwarts to explore his sexuality in regards to men.
He never comes "out" in the sense that he makes an announcement, although this doesn't come from a place of shame rather a pathological dislike of explaining himself to others. He doesn't hide it, but he does tend to keep his personal life very separate from his friendships.
James has always known and, by extension, Lily. Those around him in the Order also know or at least suspect. In regards to his family I've always headcanoned that the Blacks wouldn't care and would have much more of a problem with Sirius' political opinions, his friends and being a Gryffindor than him being interested in men. Also in my headcanon the wizarding world is broadly more tolerant than it's Muggle counterpoint on things like this - and is analogous to the tacit acceptance of adolescent homosexuality as a result of the boarding school system prevalent in the upper classes in British society historically (more can be found out about this here).
Remus and more below the cut...
Remus
My headcanon for Remus is he really struggles with his sexuality. My Remus is demisexual and really struggles as a result of this, and has no clear conception of his orientation particularly as a teen. Much of this is due to his difficulty in experiencing sexual attraction as others seem to, which is a particular point of stress whilst he is a teenager. He also tries to persue romantic relationships with girls exclusively during his teenage years which never feels to him to be a natural fit. This is compounded by the intensity of his feelings for Sirius towards the end of their school days together and he struggles to understand what this means and represses this.
Much of Remus' attitudes and fears about his sexuality are compounded by both his experience of the Muggle world which is more intolerant, and his experience of his lycanthropy. Remus knows what it is like to marginalised, to be stigmatised and feared, and struggles to accept that he would be both a werewolf and be attracted to men. He also worries about intimacy, particularly sexual intimacy with others, as he doesn't trust himself easily as he fears "letting go" as a consequence of his lycanthropy. His internalised self-hatred in my mind really does run deep.
The only people in my headcanon who have a strong sense of Remus' struggles are in this regard are his mum and Lily. It is a great regret of Remus' that he was never able to talk to his mum about this before she died.
It takes Remus until his 30s, and until Sirius returns from Azkaban, to really accept his sexuality.
Does this drive conflict between Remus and Sirius?
One of the central drivers of the conflict and angst between Remus and Sirius in my work is the mis-match and tension between their feelings and attitudes towards their sexuality on an individual level, and what it means in terms of their relationship with each other.
Sirius recognises his feelings for Remus for what they are from very early on. But he does not feel Remus feels the same, and does not want to risk their friendship by expressing it in a way that he suspects his friend would reject or feel uncomfortable with. Plus, Remus' outward behaviour leads Sirius to believe he is straight.
Remus is afraid of his feelings for Sirius and does not want to be any more different than he already feels as a result of his lycanpthropy. Not only does he struggle to accept his demisexuality and same-sex attraction, but he would never in a million years feel that *the* Sirius Black would ever feel that way for him.
This tension grows and comes to a head post Hogwarts and the First War, and is a driving force behind the distance, mistrust and complete breakdown in their relationship to the point they suspect one another of being the spy.
When they are older, and post-Azkaban, things are very different. If you want to know why someone drop me an ask for part 2 of my TED Talk as I could go on about this forever! 💜
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strawberry-sea-writes · 2 months ago
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New Fanfic - Stars & Scars
So....i got sucked into the marauders fandom several months ago and now theres this haha. Go read the first chapter of Scars & Stars - a Jegulus story mainly but with wolfstar and Mary/Lily hehe.
Summary: Regulus Black is about to enter University and leave his old life behind him which is easier said than done. He thinks that going across the country is enough to forget all that happened but is met with the harsh reality that trauma never fully goes away and apparently the same is true with James Potter. A face he never expected to see again and tries to avoid but ultimately fails miserably. His fresh start just got a lot more complicated….
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cressthebest · 7 months ago
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 17
chapter 30:
1. nightmare/dream evan: “"Even the best climbers can fall, lover boy."” 😟 i-
2. the reoccurring dream about evan is DEVESTATING AND GUTWRENCHING every. single. time.
3. “"I know what it is to have a best friend—a really good one, in fact—and they tend not to blame you for the things you can't forgive yourself for."” deep breath, deep breath, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
4. 🥰🥰 wolfstar!!
5. ““Any memory you lose, I'll hold onto. Any memory you invent is just—it's real in some other life, how about that?”” DEEP SOBBING
6. 😟 wdym remus is the one in azkaban?? wdym?? WDYM????
7. 😟 james’ reasons for showering six times HURT
8. PANDORA MY BELOVED!!! she’s literally a godsend
9. AWWWW the first person he ever gives a finger/hand kiss to is pandora because he thinks she’s worthy of such respect!! i’m literally gonna cry
10. (pandora smelling like lemons is so canon, fight me)
11. 😒 ew walburga and orion mention
12. one second, reg is like, when we get back home, i need space, the next second, he notices james has his glasses back and goes straight to kissing him. sir 😭😭
13. regulus is trying to push away, but he’s constantly drawn to james like a magnet. it’s going to be a beautiful love whenever regulus is ready to continue with james
14. “"Use me. Have me, then discard me. Hurt me. I don't care, Regulus. You can do anything to me, and I'll thank you for it every time."” FOING FERAL OVER THIS
15. “”A slap across the face is just a hand cradling a cheek with too much force,"” 😧
16. STOP WITH THE GODDAMN PARTING GIFTS!! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE
17. sirius kissing the inside of the mask so remus will always be kissing him when it’s on. i-
18. i physically am not okay with wolfstar having to part. like, not okay at all.
19. !!!!! demisexual sirius! my buddy! i feel so seen! the way he has handled sex and wanting sex with others and everything about that is so reminiscent of my experiences and it’s wonderful to be seen
20. NOOOO WOLFSTAR!! MY BABIES!!!
21. sirius:memory loss as james:passage of time
22. EFFIE AND MONTY!!! LETS GOOOOO
chapter 31:
1. LILY!!
2. lily being the best to have sex with cause “no one does it like her” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
3. dumbledore is a lying bitch. he told lily that remus was executed. BITCH
4. dorcas >>>>>>>>>
5. 😧 FABIAN AND GIDEON’S DEATH WAS A SACRIFICE MADE BY DUMBLEDORE SO DORCAS COULD LIVE??? HES EVEN MORE CORRUPT THAN PRESIDENT COIN
6. i love how dorcas sees dumbledore as the lesser of two evils (other being riddle) and has never once been deluded enough to think dumbledore was a good guy
7. 😟 biological warfare….
8. oh no. dorlene or dorlily endgame? shit shit shit
9. okay wait, i don’t think it’s gonna be dorlily endgame. (watch these predictions bite me in the ass later)
10. awww lily has a petunia tattoo
11. no no NO NO NO REMUS BUDDY! ARE THEY GONNA EXPERIMENT ON HIM??
12. i- i wasn’t prepared for my favorite character to be PHYSICALLY TORTURED
13. authors note just let me know that it’s not dorlily endgame, and they’re just buddies
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cukrkandl · 18 days ago
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happy ace week from my ace marauders 💜
An Ace Up Your Sleeve, Ace in the Hole, Hold All the Aces, and Other Fitting Asexual Puns | rosekiller | 12k | aroace barty (main), ace evan (main), everyone else is aspec! and i mean EVERYONE
“Well, how about this?” Barty asks, and somehow, everybody shuts up. Huh. Magic. “How many asexuals does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Just one. But there are a bunch of allos arguing they’re not ace because they’re screwing.” There’s a breath of silence, and then, Sirius smiles. “We’re keeping you.” “Yeah, you aced that!” James adds, having finally stopped coughing. Regulus punches him. “I hate these fucking jokes,” Marlene says. “You all put the ace in disgrace.”
Remus Lupin and the Frankenstein Dilemma | wolfstar | 13k | ace remus (main), ace evan (side)
But he can never imagine having sex with him and that’s how he knows it’s never going to happen. Because he’s a fiend, a devil, a creature, a daemon. He’s the monster in the story, after all, and Sirius has had enough monsters in his life.
to build a home | wolfstar | 20k | grayace sirius (main), aroace regulus (side)
“[M]ost people just want to have sex. Like, that’s just a fact for them, right? They meet someone, they like them, they want to have sex with them, it’s not that complicated. Well, turns out it’s really fucking complicated for me. And I always say that—that the stars have to be aligned for me to want to have sex, and most of the time, they just aren’t. And that’s cool, honestly, it really doesn’t bother me the way it used to when I was younger. I even prefer it, I think. I don’t know, I don’t know what it’s like to not be like this, but there are just things I want more in a relationship than sex, you know? But yeah, sometimes the stars are aligned and—”
the secrets of strawberry jam | queerplatonic wolfstar | 11k | aroace sirius (main), aroace remus (main)
The smile travels, and Sirius finally raises his eyes to look at Remus. “It seems that we have a lot of things in common, Sirius. So many, in fact, that we could be that person for each other, couldn’t we?”
when the butterflies turned to dust | rosekiller | 26k | ace barty (main), ace evan (main)
“Wait—” Barty pants, and Evan stops immediately, even though his tongue was just inside of Barty’s mouth, and it makes it really awkward for him to pull away. “You… uhh—sex?” “What? I thought we agreed sex was for other people.” “Yeah, just—just making sure. Fuck, Evan, kiss me again.”
to a happier year | jegulus (main), wolfstar, rosekiller | 200k | demiace james (main), grayace sirius (side), ace evan (side), aroace pandora (side)
And there it is, the danger in Barty’s eyes. “Is that a problem? You think people have to do that, huh? You think everybody just walks around feeling all those feelings? Huh?” “No,” James says quickly. “Not at all. I��actually, I don’t really—well, I feel them differently, too, if that helps. It takes me a long time to develop them.”
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lightpinklightning · 2 years ago
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the urge to write a fanfic abt the marauders and make literally everyone aspec and focus on all of the platonic relationships?? not that i've ever written a fanfic before and i have no clue about plot or anything and i'm 99% i will never do it but... it's an idea i guess...
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theshiftress · 2 years ago
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I cannot fully express how happy demisexual Sirius in cr and asexual Evan make me. and how well zar wrote them and their relationship/struggles with their sexuality. as someone on the ace spectrum, I've never felt more seen, valid, and understood.
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r0seart · 1 year ago
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“So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs
We will never be never be, anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass” -P!NK (Raise your glass)
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Happy Birthday to the king of magical misfits, Sirius Black!!! Reclining on his bike, drinking a whiskey sour, accompanied by two black dogs.
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