#happy skittles

[thelunareclipse]

MY NEW HAPPY SKITTLES ARE PINK!!!/pos

[popcornhee]

Evan "terrified-of-needles" Rosier

[ethereacals]

MANIAC

the one where you don't go back to the boys.

part two of the conan gray series

“i wish i were heather” out now!

synopsis: after getting cheated on by your previously expected soulmates, a change in perspective occurs and you find yourself falling for a different set of three.

warnings: foul language, slander on the marauders, sexual innuendos, mentions of smoking, a small taylor

"PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANT BACK WHAT THEY CAN'T HAVE."

Leaving Hogwarts early for Christmas this year was not something anyone could've forshadowed.

You, the girl who spent most of her time studying for her upcoming OWLS in November, had disappeared without a trace.

Of course most of your close friends knew where you were, and some not so close friends did aswell.

"She can't just run away from her problems." Said Sirius, his leg bouncing anxiously from the news Regulus had just sprung onto them.

"Sirius, It'll be fine, okay? When they get back to school, we can formally apologize and move on, right?" Remus attempted to reassure Sirius, but he in reality he felt quite crestfallen.

Lily sat quietly, already regretting her decision to do this with them.

In her head, she knew they had every intention to not cheat and solve things the right way— but she hadn’t helped.

It all started one night at a loud and ear-shattering Gryffindor victory party after a successful win for their Quidditch team.

She got drunk, and they were completely wasted.

And you weren’t there.

So their drunken minds believed it would be a missed opportunity if they didn’t take their chance with Gryffindors golden girl.

Lily knew she should’ve said no, she should’ve gone back to her dorm and hid from them for the rest of eternity.

But fate clearly had other plans.

And after secrets, longing stares, and lingering touches that the truth finally came to light.

and it was all at your expense.

“So— When will our Reggie be joining us, Meadowes?” Evan slurred, his voice carrying a heavily intoxicated tone.

“Soon enough, he’s got one more OWL to complete and then he’s on his way.” Dorcas mused as she gently pet the head of her tipsy sleepy Gryffindor girlfriends head as she babbled on about Quidditch.

Evan nodded drunkenly— before taking another swig.

Dorcas seemed so peaceful with Marlene— who had surprisingly accepted her invitation to spend Christmas with the Slytherins, though Marlene truly wasn’t prejudice against them like others were.

They seemed so… in love.

You had love once.

Remember?

They’re gone.

Remember?

They’re gone.

“I— I had love… once—“ You hiccuped sadly, beginning to sob for the umpteenth time this evening.

You were extremely drunk, who could really blame you?

“Aww… Treasure…” Barty (who surprisingly was very sober) cooed, encapsulating you in a bear hug as you cried into his chest.

“How many more times is she going to do that?” Asked Peter, who— by the way: lied to his friends and said he was going home for Christmas.

He was only visiting for the night, as he was currently visiting his girlfriend— Sybil Trelawney who lived in town.

“Who knows, Pete. Who knows..” Evan slung his arm around him.

“This should be the last time before she realizes that she doesn’t need them, that’s what the sprites are telling me.” Pandora smiled, petting your hair gently in comfort.

“Pettigrew, you should turn back to your rat-pack and tell them they’re trash.”

You spat, in broken sighs.

Obviously, Peter felt a bit of offense to the rat slander but alas— they weren’t aware of his rat-secret.

Quite a shame.

“Sure thing, L/N.”

'FEELS LIKE WE HAD MATCHING WOUNDS BUT MINES STILL BLACK AND BRUISED.'

on December 19th, Regulus had finally arrived at Barty's flat he'd rented for the holidays.

Marlene, Dorcas, and Peter had their departure just the day before, leaving just you, Pandora, Evan, Barty, and Regulus.

Pandora had just wished you all goodnights and dream blessings before nodding off to your shared room for your stay.

"So, anyone up for some firewhiskey?" Offered Evan, who held a giant bottle of the substance.

"Just a small bit, Rosie." Barty accepted his offer graciously.

"Need anything, amour?" Regulus mused in your ear, by far he was the most comforting one. As the other two just distracted you with their own twisted ways of thinking and chaos.

"I'm alright, Reggie. Thank you." You nodded politely, you had felt incredibly off this break.

Though they all weren't stupid, they knew why you were acting strange.

Every year since third year; You and the boys would leave Hogwarts and spend Christmas with the Potters.

Snowball fights, roaring fires, Effie's hot cocoa, the memories echoed through your brain like they were music blasting from your headphones.

Every time you closed your eyes to sleep, you would see endless slideshows of everything you had ever done with them.

The nights of passion, the hugs, the pre and post-quidditch game good luck and good job kisses, the play fights, the happiness.

Your life was black and white before you met them, they brought the color.

But they showed you colors they knew you couldn't see with anyone else.

Well, besides your 'best' friends.

Were you really just that? Just friends?

You were a year younger than the Marauders, same year as Regulus.

and Sirius would be so pissed off if he found out that you were sleeping with his brother-

...

Wait.

Who gives a fuck about Sirius?

Who cares what intelligent insult will come out of Remus' mouth?

And James, he liked Regulus once.

They'd hate you.

But,

Maybe you wanted them too.

So, you ended up taking a few shots of firewhiskey.

Okay,

More than a few.

"Um- actually, Reggie. I- I do need something." You slurred, holding onto your sober ex-boyfriends brother best friends nimble shoulders like he was your lifeline.

"Yes, amour?"

"I want a kiss."

Evan spat out his drink back into his cup, and Regulus' face heated up significantly.

"I'll give you a kiss..." Barty clambered over his boyfriends as his cold, veiny hands meet your waist.

His hands skim your body up and down, before pecking your lips softly, as if he was asking for acceptance.

"Can I kiss you?" Barty spoke so softly, he may have been chaotic and insane- but he was extremely cautious and respectable with things like this.

"I-I wanna taste you so bad.." Evan cooed at Barty's sweet words, as he held an extremely flustered Regulus in his arms, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

"Barty- please, kiss me." You mewled, barely finishing your sentence as he dived into your lips.

His lips surprisingly tasted like cherry chapstick, even though he had just been chugging firewhiskey.

After feeling like an eternity, Barty broke your kiss.

"I've wanted to do that since fourth year." He mumbled drunkenly, gazing up stupidly and lovingly at your blush-kissed face.

His kisses were heavenly, and so were Evan's, and Regulus'.

And needless to say, you didn't return back to Pandora that night.

'YOU'RE POINTING AT THE STARS IN THE SKY THAT ALREADY DIED.'

The return to Hogwarts was an awkward one at that.

But returning back to Hogwarts feeling happier than ever with your boyfriends? That was the best return you could make.

Hand in hand with Barty, you strutted into the Great Hall.

Evan and Regulus trailed behind, as you rambled on and on to Barty about something.

James stared your direction, and you unfortunately met his gaze.

He wasn't dense, he could see how your bright smile seemed to dim.

He smiled, softly.

James knew that they'd never get you back the way they had you.

He should've realized that you were the light of their lives.

Everyone should've woken up to see you.

They hurt you.

And this was their price.

They had to watch you thrive, with three other men.

Who would treat you like a goddess, something they never sought time for.

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[itzmellooo]

Lumity says LGBTQ rights

[crouching-in-ashes]

I was writing something about Barty and Evan, and i randomly made Evan a baker and its my new favorite headcanon...

just imagine

[sanicpluushy]

Happiness apotheosis jeb based off this image I rediscovered on tiwtter...

[expelliarmus]

[aithusarosekiller]

Funny modern au shit again 🙏

Regulus: Oh, my brother said he can come and get me so I'll be fine to get home on my own. He should be here any second now.

Pandora: Oh it's so sweet that you two are finally reconnecting. We'd love to meet him!

Sirius, pulling up on his motorbike like a textbook androgynous rockstar and climbing off to come and hug him: Hey Reggie! Good to see you.

Regulus: Hello, thanks for coming to get me.

Barty: ......That's your brother?

Regulus: Yes?

Sirius: Hey guys!

Dorcas: JESUS FUCK

Regulus: Um, okay. Can you all stop being weird? It's just my brother.

Evan: Reggie, there is no way you, mr-I-must-order-my-socks-by-brand-and-fabric, are related to THAT.

Sirius, nodding with an arm around Reg's shoulder: I say the same thing to myself every day...

Regulus: >:(

[starsmacabray]

barty absolutely LOVES valentine’s day and uses it as an excuse to be as publicly sexual as possible, loudly flirtatious, and is wrapped around evan like a condom

evan pretends to DESPISE valentine’s day, acting like he forgets about the occasion just to get on Barty’s nerves- dodging his attempts to flirt / touch, and makes a show to be as unromantic as possible. on the inside, he’s squealing and kicking his feet

and they were soulmates

[weirdnico]

got this stupid comment yesterday

and it got me thinking, yeah, harley!bella and ivy!rita as girlfriends is indeed quite silly...

so i married them. they're married now. congrats to the couple!

(plus close ups!)

[politicalstreetartt]

One night in the Rosekiller flat

Evan: goodnight, I love you

Barty: what the fuck is that?

Evan: my hot water bottle?

Barty: am I not warm enough for you all of a sudden? Is my body heat not up to your standards, my liege? What, I'm not fluffy and a hundred bloody degrees, and therefore I'm not worthy of being held by your gracious arms? Fuck you, I'm sleeping on the couch.

Evan: ...

[ecstarry]

same boat

bartylus / M --- 5 times they almost kiss and 1 time they do

Their proximity made Barty’s boldness fade inch by inch. They were just two boys looking at each other. 

happy birthday, my dear @sixlane

[likeprongstostars]

a moment that I had taken for granted - mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius barty evan and regulus... it's sirius and his bitches

[doostyaudi]

Even MORE old art. It's quite self explanatory... I've always thought abt how the Rave-N guys would interact with their canon counterparts, in this instance it's The Hanks

I never posted this because i never finished it and i don't think i ever will nddjnfnsns

[elilelibeli]

Now, he knows how James like his eggs for breakfast. He knows that he loves red bell peppers but green ones are apparently diabolical.

Before, he knew to not to speak during breakfast, as his mother would get annoyed at the noise in “ungodly hour”.

Now, he knows Remus likes post modern literature. He takes care of his books but you can always tell they are used, at the same time as they are loved, corner of a page folded to mark where he stopped, underlined phrases, cracked spine of beloved books he always goes back to.

Before, he knew how to sneak off to the house library and read books without anyone noticing.

Now, he knows Pandora loves to get messy. He knows she loves jumping in puddles, using her fingers to draw, she isn’t afraid of chaos, of mess, she happily embraces it and creates beauty out of it every time.

Before, he knew how to hide tiniest stains and messes, inevitable small imperfections on his clothes, so he never looked improper.

Now, he unfortunately knows how Evan sounds when Barty is “finally putting his cheeky tongue in a good use”, though he wishes he didn’t know about those particular moments, he knows his two best friends love each other fiercely.

Before, he knew that it was some type of fault, liking athletes from his brother’s hidden sports magazine.

Now, he knows what fun is. Standing on the table singing, playing music loudly, he knows what genuine laughter, love and care means, when it doesn’t need to be hidden. He knows Sirius helps his heart just beat a little more confidently.

Before, he knew about Sirius’s love, though he knew it should have been hidden so it wouldn’t be taken away.

Now, he knows friendship, love, family, happiness, gentle care and near-pissing-his-pants laugh. He knows of sex, cheeky and filthy under the faint light of the moon, tender and slow under the just now risen sun. He knows art he creates, music he plays, rings he buys with his brother, books he discusses with his friends, devious plans he makes with them, laughs he has that fill his heart with joy. He knows his brother, his best friends, his girls, his book club, his secret keepers, advice givers and inside joke makers. He knows of his lover, of peace, of safety, of happiness.

Before, Regulus knew lack of light in everything. Now he knows how much bright light surrounds him everyday.