#hurricane drunk is remus

[theprince237]

Rip Lily Evans and Remus Lupin you guys would have loved Florence + the Machine.

[moonpascaltoo]

poly!marauders

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 11/22/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 we can’t be friends (wait for your love) I @sunnami

fortune favours the bold, so they say. but you're an awkward ravenclaw in yearning.

𑣲 you’d be the love of my life when i was young I @/sunnami

gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

𑣲 like grass wants to grow, i want to run anywhere that you go I @/sunnami

a tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now.' or alternatively, it takes six lifetimes for you to find each other.

𑣲 time traveler harry part 2 I @/sunnami

how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

𑣲 watch me, don't touch me, love me, don't hurt me I @/sunnami

you are the fop of the wizarding society, known for your shallowness and careless display of wealth, but as hogwarts faces another threat, the marauders and lily, find themselves drawn to you and the secrets hidden under your facade. (harry just wants to know what is going on.)

𑣲 the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did I @/sunnami

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @ellecdc

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 reader secret animagus I @/ellecdc

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 seer!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 the case of the missing pickles I @/ellecdc

seer!reader who can't stop Seeing them

𑣲 sad drunk reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 hates seeing her boys hurt I @/ellecdc

𑣲 things you can say in a swim lesson and also in bed part 2 I @/ellecdc

𑣲 poly! + lily I @/ellecdc

𑣲 whimsical!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 seer!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 battered by baggage I @/ellecdc

𑣲 transfer student!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 hufflepuff!quidditch reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 fiesty!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 not pranking them right now I @/ellecdc

𑣲 james’ love and the adventures of padvix I @/ellecdc

𑣲 pre-relationship I @moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders part 2 I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 first night I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 moving into shared flat I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 pet names I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 roommate!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 whimsical!reader I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 slytherin!reader pt 2 I @kquil

𑣲 never have i ever kissed you I @oxyvouge

𑣲 emergency contact I @cosmal

james gets called when you faint at work. and then sirius. then remus. you feel awful

𑣲 secret admirer I @writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 quidditch!reader I @/writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 roommate!marauders I @/writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 seekers get stitches I @ynscrazylife

𑣲 snogging on the couch I @strawb3rrystar

𑣲 first I @brokenmenswhore

𑣲 drunk!marauders I @luveline

𑣲 good morning I @mischievousmoony

your boys all have their own way of kissing you goodbye in the morning

𑣲 james has a crush...or four I @/mischievousmoony

james is the sun, the center of the universe, of course when you realize how brightly he shines you can't help but fight over him. it comes unexpectedly, the way it brings you all together

𑣲 costume shopping I @/mischievousmoony

you go costume shopping with your boys

𑣲 mini me I @calliopesdiary

your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

𑣲 runaway pets I @soapyblubbles

𑣲 self-sabotage I @marauroon

the marauders had thrown their hearts at you like it was effortless. and you just couldn’t return the gesture

𑣲 taste I @pretty-little-mind33

You introduce yourself to the bookstore next door

𑣲 flowers I @iamgonnagetyouback

When you bring your boyfriends flowers out of the blue, they panic.

[elysianymph]

mary macdonald headcanons

her favorite color is pink

favorite fruits are cherries and she has cherry scented everything (perfumes, shampoos, lotions, cherry flavored lip balm and lip gloss)

always got up the earliest out of her dorm mates just to get ready and do her hair and make up. the other girls made fun of her for it

was the closest with marlene and remus throughout her years at hogwarts, got closer to sirius in 3rd year. she liked talking to lily too but they only got really close during their last two years

dated sirius in 4th through 5th year. was one of the only people to keep talking to him post prank despite being close with remus (she had no reason not to bc she didn't even know what the fight was about)

an average student. she only studied the subjects she liked and was interested in and got passing grades in the ones she didn't care for

very aesthetically pleasing handwriting and notes, although she cared more about making them look neat than actually writing down all of the important information

chubby arms. soft tummy. soft chubby thighs. stretch marks hhhh

leaves her room looking like the aftermath of a category 5 hurricane when she gets ready. has to try on at least 5 outfits before she leaves and ends up going with the first one she tried on anyway

always experimenting with her hair and trying new hairstyles, but just letting her natural hair down remains her favorite

favorite drinks are pink gin and tonic and red vodka

gets tipsy pretty easily but it takes a lot to get her actually drunk

had a camera she carried around at all times and took candid photos of her friends. she was also one of the editors of the school newspaper and took photographs for it at events like quidditch matches

wears exclusively gold jewelry. it's not a complete outfit if she isn't wearing gold hoop earrings

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

And you […] are you keeping warm in a winter you made for yourself?

Your body gentle and taut with love, assuming I can do nothing about it but accept, accept, accept. I’m not the sea, I’m not pure blue, I don’t have to take anything you throw into me.

i went back to the ocean and asked her / how many bones have i dug up with my graveyard mouth / and all she could say was: "you’re a cemetery just like me."

ii. digging deeper

name: mary macdonald

age: 25

former house: gryffindor

blood status: muggleborn

face claim: adeline rudolph (ask for alternatives)

allegiance: the erinyes

gender & pronouns: utp

another split lip, another battle scar earned in a fight you couldn't walk away from. there's a faint bitterness on your tongue that tastes almost like iron & rust & salt. the taste lingers each morning, seeping into the cracks of your smile until sweetness becomes a distant memory. you've learned to swallow violence like bitter medicine, haven't you? oh, stubborn girl, the way you'll bite yourself to bleeding before surrendering — and haven't you already? haven't you torn yourself apart just to prove no one else can break you? there's something wild about you now, you raging tempest of a girl, something that begs to be unleashed — you love like a punch to the stomach, just that hard, just that sharp. how are you meant to stay tender with all this winter-cold fury within you? you cannot decide if you crave touch or despise it. oh, you are a winter sunset of a girl — a violent, frozen tundra at night — you burn like freezing, and you rustle in the cold, wild wind of your heart. ice does not know forgiveness, only the bitter, brittle ache of it all, and girl, you are ice incarnate: godless but somehow still holy in your hollowness, sacred in your survival, divine in your defiance. the mirror catches your reflection, and you barely recognize what stares back: something dangerous now, something lethal. your fingers trace the latest bruise blooming across your jaw, purple-dark and tender. your transformation wasn't sudden — it came in fragments, tiny deaths and rebirths, every loss claiming another piece of you until only steel remained. your former self appears sometimes in sepia-toned memories, that laughing girl with sunlight caught in her hair, so distant now she might as well be a stranger's ghost. you're sick of peering into the mirror and seeing a distortion rippling back at you, a stranger wearing your face. aren't you tired of being all bird bones and caged heart? your cage is built from loyalty & duty & survival — being the last one standing. you never asked to be the final girl, to bury all your friends. so break the mirror, let each shard tell how war unmade you into this: a tempestuous thing with lightning under your skin and hunger in your gut. no, don't break the mirror — break free. become the hurricane you were meant to be, all sharp edges and bruising force.

iii. connections

one. LILA EVREN, DORCAS MEADOWES & MARLENE MCKINNON , best friends — this is the end, isn’t it? and you are here with me again, listening with me: the sea no longer torments me; the self i wished to be is the self i am.

two. JAN SIRAC POLAT , a temporary escape — his heart was beating in my head. his heart was beating in my stomach. his heart was beating in my legs. his heart was beating in my arms, my hands, my fingers. his heart was beating in my tongue, my lips. no wonder i was trembling. trembling, trembling, trembling.

three. REMUS LUPIN , ex — i forget the reason, but i loved you once, remember? maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, i'm willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still.

[prongsfootandco]

Rating: T Ship: James/Sirius

Summary: On an adventure into muggle London, James and Sirius end up fleeing from the cops.

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The night was crisp as the moon shone bright above them. A waning moon, James noted without really thinking about it. The lunar cycle was something that they’d been keeping track of ever since second year, and even though they didn’t always have time to meet up with Remus for the full moons these days, they tried to get together every few months at the very least. Still, old habits die hard, and James found himself thinking about the different moon stages nearly every night, mentally counting down to the full moon. Last month, Remus had been out on a mission for Dumbledore, but they did have tentative plans to meet for the next one. 

In the meantime, James was just happy to spend his days with Sirius, hanging around muggle London between missions. Tonight was one such night. With winter creeping in, the frost was in the air and not even the copious amounts of fire whiskey that they’d consumed in the flat could keep James from shivering. 

“Bloody hell, Pads,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around his torso in a futile effort to keep the cold at bay. If they were in Diagon Alley then James would be able to cast a warming charm, but he hadn’t thought about it before they’d left and if he did it now then the Ministry would drag him in for questioning.

And as an Auror in training, that really didn’t look good on his record. Being an Auror had been his dream ever since he was a kid, and ruining it now just because he was a bit chilly just wasn’t worth it. The only reason they were even out in muggle London was because they’d, unbelievably, run out of booze at the flat, and they weren’t nearly plastered enough. 

That’s not to say they weren’t drunk. They were absolutely drunk, sozzled, slaughtered. 

It wasn’t enough. They were celebrating! What? James couldn’t remember, but it had been something important and he’d been so thrilled when Sirius had suggested a night, just the two of them, in their flat with a bottle of fire whiskey to share. The problem had been that it had been a while since either of them had been to the shops and their booze supplies had already been low when they’d started. 

So here they were, stumbling around muggle London in search of more whiskey. It wouldn’t be as good as fire whiskey, but it did have a certain quality that wizards had never mastered. James just didn’t think it was as fun without the smoke. Not to mention that he just had so many fond memories associated with fire whiskey, and probably a fair few memories that were lost to hangovers and too much booze. The important part was that he’d spent them with Sirius, and Remus and Peter, but mostly Sirius. 

James would be the first to admit that he had a favourite out of his best friends. Not that he needed to admit it, everyone seemed to already know. What he hadn’t admitted, and probably never would, was that he was also in love with Sirius. There was just too much at stake. 

Maybe by the time the war ended he would pluck up ye olde Gryffindor courage, but for now he was content to keep flirting with Lily. At this point it was mostly a habit, but it was also a good decoy to hide his real feelings. 

Pesky, pesky feelings. 

They should be illegal. They just made everything complicated, like how James really wanted to snog Sirius right now, but instead he had to pretend that he was just too drunk to stand properly so that Sirius would keep holding him close as they walked into town. Wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful Sirius who was so amazing and pretty…

James whined pitifully as he tripped over a crack in the pavement.

“Watch it, James!” Sirius exclaimed as James nearly pulled them both to the floor. 

There was a slight chance that they didn’t need more alcohol, but it was too late to turn back now. 

Sirius’ hand gripped on James’ arm, warm in the hurricane of cold that surrounded him. Even the simple touch made his heart flutter and James melted into Sirius’ side. “Warm…” he sighed. 

“And here I thought I was hot. You wound me, Potter!” 

The noise that James made was truly embarrassing. He sounded half like a strangled cat, and half like a drowned banshee. Sirius was hot. That was just a fact. Pretty much every witch or wizard that fancied boys in their year had asked Sirius out when they’d been at Hogwarts, and a fair few in other years. Every time James had burned with jealousy, but Sirius always rejected his suitors and returned to James with blinding smiles that turned his stomach to goo. 

It wasn’t fair. 

“Wouldn’t want to stoke your ego,” James grumbled, and if anyone asked he would blame his flushed cheeks on the cold and the whiskey.

“Pfft, you really are blind, my darling Prongs.”

Oh dear god. In Merlin and Morgana’s names, Sirius was trying to kill him. That was the only logical explanation. 

“I need more whiskey. It’s cold, you’re hot… and I’m really drunk,” he whined, pouting at Sirius, only frowning when he realised his glasses were starting to fog up. 

“Did you bring muggle cash?”

Fuck. 

“Erm…”

“Me neither!” Sirius cheered gleefully, seeming far too sober for James’ liking. 

The idiot always had held his booze better than James, claiming it was in his blood. Apparently, the Blacks could drink any other pureblood family under the table. It was something James had learned the hard way in sixth year when he’d tried to go toe to toe with Sirius on a night out at the Three Broomsticks. Well, according to Remus at any rate. James couldn’t remember a single thing of that night. 

“Why so happy no money?” James slurred as he peered at his best friend.

Money was good. Without money they couldn’t buy more booze, and without more booze they couldn’t finish celebrating… the thing.

“Because, my dear Prongs.” James’ heart nearly gave out once more at the nickname and his stupid mouth let out a ridiculous giggle. “We can plan a heist!”

Oooh, now that did sound fun. Since leaving Hogwarts they never got the opportunity to play pranks and have fun. It was all war, death and destruction. He never regretted joining the fight, but Merlin, he missed having fun with his mates. A heist would be the perfect solution!

“I’m in!” He announced, throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulders. “What are we doing?”

Now, normally James would be in charge of the planning, but he was a great leader, and great leaders knew when they were too drunk to be in charge. Sirius was the best right hand man and would do an admirable job planning the shenanigans. All James had to do was listen and not get distracted by ogling at Sirius’ arse in those jeans. 

Were jeans even allowed to be that tight?

How did one get into jeans that tight?

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Sirius’ butt looked great, so very grabbable. James should test that theory. 

Wait. No. Friends didn’t grope each others’ butts. That was a crush thing not a friend thing. Merlin, he was so screwed. Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea, but it was too late now! The heist was being planned. 

Less of a heist and more of a robbery, but James would inevitably sneak some extra money into the till once he had cash. He was stupid rich and really didn’t need the money. It was just sometimes the thrill of doing something a little bit naughty was too enticing. 

Unfortunately for both of them, it turned out that Sirius was a lot drunker than he let on and his plan pretty much entailed finding the nearest off-licence and stuffing bottles of whiskey into their coat pockets before hightailing it out of there. Naturally, the shopkeeper caught them and they ended up racing down the street. The world started to spin as they ran making James' stomach twist unpleasantly. Gasping for air, he gripped Sirius' hand and squeezed hard. If they didn't shake the cops soon then he was absolutely going to hurl and he really didn't want that. Whenever he threw up whilst drunk, his stomach was always too fragile to eat the next day.

Sirius turned to face him, shining like he really was the brightest star in the sky. His eyes were sparkling, silver pools of light that drew James in like a moth to a flame. There was a beaming smile on Sirius' face and he laughed maniacally as he linked their fingers together.

"Alright there?" Sirius asked, pulling James along despite his desperate need to stop. "Looking rather like Frank's toad. More green, less warts."

James just glared, not trusting himself to talk. 

"I have an idea, come on!" 

Sirius led them into the next alleyway, darting in at the last minute. The shadows engulfed them as Sirius plastered them to the wall. His body pressed up against James'. It was the end of James' last remaining braincell. All he could think about was the heat of Sirius' body, the feel of it against him. And oh, Merlin, Sirius' lips were so close, just centimetres away from his. It would be so easy to just lean in and- 

"Where'd they go? Split up and find them!" The cop's voice was far too loud, too close. Even hiding in the darkness of the alley wouldn't save them for long. 

James stared at Sirius with wide eyes. This was an all too familiar situation for them. How many times had they been stuck in broom closets and empty classrooms waiting for Filch to go past? Adrenaline coursed through him, mixing with the booze in his blood until he was downright giddy.

A giggle escaped his lips, followed by another one, and another. 

"Shut it, James!" Sirius hissed, pressing his hand over James' mouth to muffle his laughter but it only made him laugh more.

It wasn't even funny, but he couldn't help it. Once James caught the giggles that was it. He couldn’t stop until he collapsed on the floor, clutching at his stomach to ease the cramps. Sirius knew this better than anyone. Normally he was right next to James on the floor, gasping for air. Any moment their eyes would lock it  started all over again. 

"James!" Sirius snapped, but it was no good, and James could see his friend's calm mask start to crack. There was a smile on his oh so kissable lips even as he glared at James. "We'll get caught. You need to stop!" 

The thing was, with Gryffindors, they had a terrible habit of acting or saying things without thinking, and James was no exception. In fact, he was probably one the worst for it. It was a trait that had gotten him into more than his fair share of trouble, even if he never intended to do something stupid (which sometimes he really did). It was just that sometimes words would blurt out and consequences would follow.

In this case, when Sirius told him to stop, James blurted out "Make me!" 

Sirius narrowed his eyes at James, his gaze flicking down to his lips before he shrugged. His hands cupped James cheeks and before James could process what was happening, Sirius kissed him.

Sirius was kissing him. 

Holy Morgana’s tits!

James whined and kissed back eagerly, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. His hands flailed by his side before gripping into Sirius' leather jacket. Whiskey and cheap smokes. James would always remember their first kiss whenever he tasted whiskey or cheap smokes. It was something that was just the very essence of Sirius, with his leather and his vinyls and his cool, carefree attitude. 

And by Godric, James was smitten. No one could hold a candle to Sirius Black in his opinion, and now that he knew what it was like to kiss Sirius Black, he knew that there was no going back. 

When Sirius finally pulled away the cops were long gone and they were completely alone, but James was having any of it. He'd spent six years pining after his best mate, there was no way he was giving him up now. 

"I wasn't done!" He whined, pouting up at Sirius who was looking incredibly flustered.

Good.

"Wait-" Sirius protested weakly but when their lips met again he was kissing back with just as much passion as James.

It was dizzying, magical, life-changing. James felt like his magical core was melting with Sirius'. They'd always been inseparable, understanding each other on a level that no one else comprehended, but now it felt like they were one. James and Sirius had become JamesAndSirius. 

One kiss wasn't meant to mean that much.

This time when they broke apart, both panting and flushed, Sirius rested his forehead against James', letting out a soft sigh. "Tell me this isn't a joke to you, Jamie."

James chuckled, finding Sirius’ lips once more in a chaste but tender kiss. "I've never been more serious in my life." 

Smirking, Sirius stepped back, brushing James' cheek with his knuckles. "I thought I was Sirius." 

Despite everything, James snorted. It was a joke that never got old, even in moments like this. "My Sirius," he amended. 

"My James," Sirius agreed.

Warmth bloomed in James' chest and he smiled brightly. The world might be a drunken haze, but he knew, clear as day, that he'd been Sirius' for a long, long time. He might not remember why they'd been celebrating in the first place, but he damn well knew why they were now. 

"Yours, mine, ours…" James mumbled, pressing his face into Sirius' neck. 

"Come on, Jamie, love," Sirius murmured as he ran his fingers through James' hair. "Let's go home."

[siriusblacksdiary]

Broken New Year's resolutions pt.1

Like us the marauder aren't perfect, so over the years they have broken the odd New year's' resolution. Interestingly enough Remus has broken the most promises to himself over the years. 

Be sure to check out my previous post which shows all the marauders new year resolutions between 1971 and 1978. 

here is how, why, and when each of them broke their promises... 

Remus

1st year: to stay away from people.

When Remus first goes to hogwarts he make a promise to himself as well as his parents, in a way, to stay away from people. this was to keep remus as well as the other people safe. Remus unintentionally breaks his new years resolution because he shares his dorm with 3 of the most annoyingly friendly people you could ever meet; James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. he doesn't beat himself up over this though because they don’t know about his furry little problem or at least- not yet.   

5th year: to ignore the flutter in his chest

During 5th year Remus notices the flutter in his chest everytime Sirius came close to him. Remus fell well.. head over heels for Sirius. Remus at the time didnt know anyone that was openly gay or that his bestfriend crush was gay. He tried to hard to not act on his crush... he almost made it too, by december, almost a year after the resolution had been made, remus finally succumbed to the crush. 

Sirius and James decided to throw a Christmas party on Christmas eve. Everything was going fine; couples were happily dancing, people were getting drunk on fire whiskey, food was being eaten. The only person that was in a foul mood was Remus, at lunch he saw Marlene McKinnon kiss Sirius on the cheek. Now remus wasn’t the jealous type but after keeping his love a secret for almost a year as well as the full moon drawing nearer; Remus just wasn’t having it. 

Remus had been silently drinking in a corner for the majority of the party meaning he was fairly wasted by the time Sirius finally found him. Sirius thought it would be best for remus to get some fresh air, they decided to go to the astronomy tower. While they were sitting up there staring at the stars, admiring each other from the otherside of the tower. Remus sobered up enough and finally went to confess but, before he could, Sirius confessed his feeling instead. 

I'll leave you to imagine how that exchange went..   

7th year: to never stop loving them <3

Since 5th year Remus loved Sirius.. even after 7th year Remus continued to love Sirius. He never really stopped loving him, though, there were moment when his love for the other fell short. After the war Remus wished he could break his resolution- even after 13 years apart from Sirius, thinking that Sirius had commit the ultimate betrayal one could commit,  against the potters; he still couldn’t bring himself to stop loving him.   

so technically this resolution never got broken but it did almost break.  

7th year: to not lose the small box he carried around; till the last day of term

Sirius

Sirius black decided that he would propose to Remus on the last day of 7th year, the last day before they all entered the real world. Sirius with no prompt from anyone decided it would be a good idea to carry the ring around during the whole year. He promised himself he would not, under any circumstance lose the ring. Sirius found it surprisingly hard to not lose the ring with a fair few close calls over the months. 

This was until three weeks before school finished. Sirius put the ring in his bedside table before he went to sleep, when he woke up the ring was gone. Sirius looked almost everywhere; the dorm looked like a hurricane had gone though it- mattresses had been turned over and case ratted though. He even went up to Ms Mcgonagall asking if she had seen a ring or ring box, she sadly tuned him away saying she hadn’t seen it.   

When the last day of term rolled around Sirius went on with the plan as if he still had the ring, hoping that Remus would still say yes without the ring being present. After curfew Sirius and Remus snuck up to the astrometry to enjoy a date night Sirius had set up. After half an hour of them sitting up there Sirius gets to the topic he had been waiting all year to talk about. 

“Remus lupin will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?” Sirius then hurriedly explained that he lost the ring he had been carrying around the whole year that he had lost three week prior. As Sirius went on, Remus slowly took off the necklace he had been wearing that Sirius hadn’t noticed, and took the ‘charm’ off. When Sirius looked at what was in remus hand he saw an engagement ring with an engraving. 

‘the moon to..my stars’ 

Sirius was staring at the engagement ring he had brought for Remus almost a Year earlier.  Remus then pulled out a little ring box from his pant pocket, inside was a matching ring to Sirius with the engraving of; ‘forever and always’. 

Sirius broke down in tears.. it was worth breaking the resolution, even if it was just for three weeks.

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

[moonysdora]

I refuse to believe that drunk Remus Lupin never sang Jump In The Line by Harry Belafonte and replaced Senora with Nymphadora

That would be like:

Remus: Shake, shake, shake, Nymphadora, shake your body line

Shake, shake, shake, Nymphadora, shake it all the time

And then:

Remus: My girl's name is Nymphadora

I tell you friends, I adore her

And when she dances, oh brother!

She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather

[too-scared-to-do-this]

Insufferable

Chapter two - A king’s duty is a king’s duty

Sander’s sides fanfiction - ‘Off the Devil’s head’ spin-off (can be read as a stand-alone)

Wordcount: 1928

Ship: intrulogical

TW: cursing - a lot of cursing (still Remus, lovlies, get used to it), confusion, cute bickering (I think...?), forests at night, very obvious autistic tics (based on my own, so I know they are real and how they work, in case you’re not sure ^^ I wouldn’t write something that I haven’t checked at least twice with someone who has, or deals with or is deeply interested in this stuff). And I think that’s all. If anything pops up, do let me know :) <3

Summary of the whole story: This might have not been the brightest idea - steeling from a cart right in the fucking smack-dab-middle of the Square. But Remus never claimed his ideas were bright. Never said his words and actions were appropriate either. So how in all off goddamned hell did he find himself sprawled out on a giant comfortable throne instead of a cold and dark (and very drippy) prison cell - with guards actually guarding his safety instead of assuring his imprisonment - is completely beyond him.

Link to AO3 for those who prefer reading there ^^

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Chapter two - A king’s duty is a king’s duty

There’s not a lot of things Logan dislikes. There’s a total of fifteen so far. But disruption of order, change and tall grass is definitely in the top ten. And wouldn’t you look at that?

Green-haired hurricanes are tearing threw his peaceful kingdom, disrupting peace - thus creating an unnecessary change. Which caused his sleepless state, which lead him down a path where he has to hop from foot to foot like a dear, to eliminate any unnecessary contact with grass.

And the fact that all these things alone cause unnecessary stress, let alone combined, just makes it all worse. His movements are more jagged then usual, more frantic. Gestures all over the place in unorganized manors. And his eyebrows are stuck in a constant ‘thinking scowl’ as his advisors call it.

To any other person, his behavior would seem truly strange - Logan can’t say he doesn’t feel a little embarrassed by it, even now that he’s alone. But there are some things that just can’t be helped.

Besides, all of his kingdom know that their king is a ‘little weird’.

Since Logan first sat on the throne - at the mere age of thirteen - everybody’s been in love with their ruler. It sounds a little odd, that they let a thirteen-year-old kid on the throne, but Logan’s never really been a kid. Since when he can remember he read books far too difficult for the usual kid his age, listened in on conversations he probably had no business listening to, let alone understanding. Sat by his father’s side, while he made life-concerning decisions. Watched his mother as she took care of every problem with caution and care not everybody could offer. Although Logan never got around to fully understanding that care, he learned to act the same way. Same words, same gestures. Nobody was worried when the crown got passed down to him. All the people in the kingdom knew they were in good hands.

Logan’s very first mission was learning the name of every single person in town. It wasn’t an easy task, but it wasn’t as hard as someone would expect, since a surprisingly big amount of people shared the same name. And Logan had a really good memory when it came to association. A face to a name. A shape to a math formula. The smell, color, density and overall look to a chemical. And of course, the exact numeric measurement of a star’s whereabouts.

But there was no way of ‘associating’ his way out of this. He had no clue of the density, the weight, the pace, the name, nor the whereabouts of this mysterious disrupter of peace. All he knew was, that his hair was unnaturally green and he looked way too skinny for a wealthy towns-man - which just underlined the reason why he was steeling.

Oh, and let’s not forget he wanted to kiss Logan. Right there on the Square, apparently.

The young king scratched his arm, absentmindedly, trying not to think too much about it. Not that that’s helping. Questions keep popping up, tripping up his sane thought process.

It’s not like Logan liked the idea of the stranger kissing him. He didn’t like to be touched, let alone landing his lips to someone else. But the thoughts didn’t leave him alone.

Maybe that’s why he was here, stepping over unnecessarily high strands of grass in the middle of the night. He might not like the greenery touching him, and the jutting out branches and leaves of trees and bushes cause him immense panic (and make him scratch his exposed body parts like crazy), but he actually likes the forest. It is really calming (for the most part, anyways).

He hoped that this almost-calming surrounding would help him clear his head. But it just seemed to stress him out even more.

The thoughts kept on swiveling in his head - swirling and twirling, not letting the unknown thief out of their claw-clad grasp.

Logan needed to find out the thief’s name. He knows everybody’s name. And if this thief stays close to town, he’s considered a citizen. He needs to learn his name.

Not far from the obsessing king, Remus was lounging out in the hammock he hung outside Matilde’s old run-down cottage. One leg swung over the edge, he swayed from side to side, twisting the silver ring on his slender finger.

Bored out of his mind.

There wasn’t many days, when Remus’s screwed-up brain didn’t come up with things to entertain him; but some days even that head needed some rest, it seemed. Apparently today was one of those days.

Not a single fun thought. Even the inner monologue he never seemed to be able to end, somehow bored him to death. The only thing peeking even the slightest of interest in him, was the constant image of those scarily-blue eyes the king-dude possessed.

Seriously. In all his life, he has never once seen such ocean-blue eyes. Dark and deep, holding many a secret. It made Remus desperate to know each and every single one.

But that was not happening. No matter how much the eyes mesmerized him. How much he couldn’t get them out of his head. (Agh, Jesus fucking Christ those eyes…) There was just no way he could go back to that town.

The king has let him go once (he chalked it up to his good looks, charm and smooth words) and the second time is as likely as Matilde coming back from wherever she fled to.

So here he was. Bored as all hell.

He sighed heavily, wondering what kingdom was next on his agenda tomorrow. When suddenly he heard a scrunch. Then another. And another. This was no squirrel. Remus sat up immediately, eyes darting along the dark forest.

It was so late. What the hell would anybody be doing up at this hour of the night?

He darted out of the hammock - almost falling face first when his foot got caught in the fabric - hiding in the near-by bushes. Thank the lords that he didn’t forget to turn the fucking lights off again.

The scrunching got louder by the second, and Remus crouched lower.

Low muttering drafted into his ears. “…nice of you good sir, but I’ll have to decline. I am not sure that would be appropriate considering we just met…” A dark figure, drafted in shadow came into view. “And besides, you haven’t even introduced yourself. I know the name of every citizen in this kingdom. For the sake of consistency, I would also like to find out yours…” Jesus Christ, who were they talking to?  And what were they doing?!

One leg up in the air, like soldiers marching, then quickly stamped down, hopping to the other. Weird movements all over the place, not even in a straight line, like a sane person. Was this person drunk? They looked like a fucking goat, jumping from one small jutting out pebble on the mountain-side to the other.

The site alone would make Remus want to piss himself, but together with the inconsistent murmuring? He couldn’t hold back the snort.

The figure immediately froze in place. All movement and words falling into still silence. “Who’s there?” They called out cautiously.

Remus bit his tugging lip hard. Fuck.

Well, there was no backtracking now. Besides, it’s not like he was scared. It was more likely he’d scare the crazy-pants over there. So slowly, he razed from his hiding spot with hands in the air and a huge grin on his face. “What are you doing dude? You look like a fucking crazy person.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” came the person’s answer. Voice laced with nerves.

“Just a random dude in a forest.” Rem shrugged.

“That’s not a very satisfying answer.”

Roman bit back a laugh. Seriously, what the hell? “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.” he snickered. Then this thought blinked into his head, and as you know, thought’s bring words. Stupid, embarrassing and unnecessary words. “Unless you want me to.” he winked seductively. Then realized the person probably couldn’t even see his face, let alone the wink he just threw at them. Ah well, at least it saved him some embarrassment, when his tongue betrayed him.

Swear to god, the person ‘Eep’-ed at this. He made this strangled sound that sounded like a nervous whine mixed with surprise cut in half and that just made Remus want to laugh even more. “That’s really unnecessary, thank you.” And they’re still being polite! How even…?

Rem couldn’t help it at this point. It was too much. He burst out cackling like to crazy idiot he is. Probably scaring the poor person to death. (But then again, the ‘poor person’ did come wondering into a forest in the middle of the night, muttering to themselves and jumping around like an idiot.)

“Am… You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh that’s right…“ Rem’s forhead creased in thought. “…what was the question again?”  

“Who are you.”

“I’m Remus.”

If Logan could allow himself to curse, he would. But he couldn’t so instead he just gave a long exasperate sigh. “And who might that be?”

The stranger stepped closer, allowing the fleeting moon-light to reach his features and gave a big bow. Hand gesture and all. “Me, obviously.” No matter how much he disliked to admit it, Remus was every bit as dramatic as his brother. If not more…

The king’s eyes lit up with recognition (not that Rem could see). Well, guess his duty’s done then - the thief’s name is Remus. Huh…Very interesting.

“Well, now that you know my name, it’d be nice to get yours, pretty.” Rem grinned, daring to get a few more steps in. Bringing him closer to the still standing-frozen person.

From here he could finally see more of them. Well, him. Because apparently the smooth deep voice he was conversing with was the royal-head himself.

And his royal head slanted to the left slightly, eyebrows drawing together. “Why should I give my name to unknown man in the forest?”

“Why should I give my name to some random bloke, then?”

“Because I asked you to?”

Remus wondered what this dude’s problem was. Logan wondered why even wanted to get out of the safety of his chamber in the first place.

“Alright then, weirdo, tell me one good reason why I should answer and you shouldn’t.” Rem crossed his arms over his chest. Yes, he was aware he was talking to the king. But that doesn’t mean he had to play nice.

Rem treats everybody the same way, because that’s how it should be. (Maybe that’s what landed his ass behind bars twice already…)

Logan jutted out his chin. He could use the ‘King-card’ - as his advisor calls it. Could easily force the thief to answer without any objections (that is if he abbeys rules; which he should.) But honestly, Logan felt like doing neither. It was late, and he was supposed to stop obsessing about this whole thing. Which he did. The thief’s name was Remus.

So, as gracefully as a king can, he shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“Well, shit. Then you ain’t getting my name, darling.”

The royal couldn’t decide whether the thief was that simple-minded or just easily distracted. “You’ve already said your name.”

Our beloved idiot’s expression froze, grin falling. “Ah, fuck.” his shoulders did the same. (In a very overdramatic - and admittedly, impressively flexible - way)

Well, if he wasn’t screwed before, now he certainly was.

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Jesus Christ, I’ve never cursed more in my life and I hate it so much! I don’t curse in real life, not even while texting with friends (I use shit, hell and damn, but that’s about it) and this is killing me on a whole other level! But this is Remus, and I feel like a good Remus requires a hella lot of curses. 

So here we are. Me actually cursing more then my brain can accept it. But at least I get to project on Logan, right? I love autistic Logan, too damn much. He’s too precious. And the greenery thing? Believe me, my mum constantly makes fun of it XD But I don’t mind, I know I look ridiculous.

Anyways! I hope you liked this chap! ^^ I still have no idea where the hell I’m going with this, but I guess we’ll see where we end up. 

[spicycreativity]

Howl- Ch. 3

Chapter: 3/10

Add'l Notes: Fic is posted in full on my AO3, WizardGlick

Chapter content warnings: Depictions of alcohol use

“Nothing,” Remus pronounced. His breath ghosted over Virgil’s ear and he shuddered, pulling away so he could look Remus in the face. Remus was still in his work clothes and he smelled, not wholly unpleasantly, of sweat and dirty water.

“Nothing?” Virgil ran his pointer fingers behind both ears, just barely resisting the urge to dig in with his nails and see for himself, dammit.

“I think you’d know if aliens had stuck a tracking chip in your head,” Remus said, his own fingers dancing across the countertop toward the basket of enamel pins by the register.

Virgil ran his fingertips across his temples, still feeling for something, some marking or scar. “But if it wasn’t aliens...”

“Far be it from me to be the voice of reason,” Remus said, “but are we sure you weren’t just sleepwalking? Or high on peyote?"

Virgil continued to track Remus' fingers as he stuck his hand in the basket. "If you steal anything, it comes out of my paycheck." Not strictly true, but it would make Remus pause.

"I wasn't gonna steal!" Remus exclaimed, holding up his hands. "But now I kinda want to."

"Please don't." Virgil sighed and put his face in his hands. He'd noticed a strange metallic taste in his mouth after waking up properly, and even the desperate mouthfuls of Monster he'd been forcing down his throat couldn't seem to touch it. It hadn't touched his exhaustion much, either. Whatever Virgil had been up to last night had not been a restful activity.

"Oh, c'mon, don't freak out." Remus' hand sat heavy on Virgil's shoulder, warming him through the thin fabric of his Baphomet t-shirt. "You were probably just sleepwalking. It happens all the time. Roman used to sleepwalk all over the place when we were kids. One time we even found him asleep in the yard. Naked, just like you."

Virgil peeked over his fingertips. "Really?" Remus was not the type to lie to make someone feel better, but this story seemed a little far-fetched.

"I swear," Remus said, eyes wide with childish solemnity.

The only customer in the store stepped up to pay, and Remus stepped aside to let Virgil deal with them. He made faces behind their back, contorted himself into absurdly sexual poses and stuck out his tongue and wiggled his hips like Elvis in his prime. Virgil pursed his lips to keep from laughing. It had been a hard decision to ask Remus for help with this, but Virgil was glad he had chosen him.

Patton was a big softie and nearly as prone to panic as Virgil was. If he didn't escalate Virgil's paranoia about aliens then he would probably end up pressuring Virgil to make a police report. A useless endeavor, since no crime had actually occurred as far as Virgil knew. Roman and Janus would just make fun of him for being a tin foil hat-wearing loony. And Logan… Well. He might judge. He might not. But Virgil didn't want to look stupid in front of him. Not to mention that Logan would ask questions, force Virgil to face something he wasn't ready to face.

So Remus it was.

"Thank you," Virgil said when the customer had left and Remus had stopped gyrating his hips. "I know I'm being dumb and it was probably nothing."

"Janus isn't here right now," Remus said, pouring out the basket of enamel pins. They scattered and clicked across the countertop. "But if he was, I think he'd say--" Remus shifted his weight and crossed his arms, "'Now what did we say about negative self talk?'"

Virgil chose not to remind Remus that Bienvenue was only a few blocks away and he could easily go get Janus if he wanted. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know it wasn't aliens."

"But if it was peyote, you do have to share," Remus said, his attention already back on the pins. He poked through them with one dirty fingertip.

Virgil watched for a moment, then joined in, turning the pins to face Remus so he could get a good look at them. Remus seemed particularly fixated on one shaped like a death's head moth. "That one's six dollars."

Remus braced his elbows on the counter and clasped his hands under his chin, lashes aflutter. "You know how you could repay me for checking your skull for alien trackers?"

Virgil nearly reached for his wallet before he realized what Remus was actually getting at. He sighed, biting back his smile all the while, and made a show of turning to inspect the rotating sticker display. "Uh-oh," he said in an exaggerated monotone. "I'd better make sure all the stickers are properly organized. Gee, I sure hope no one shoplifts while I'm doing that."

There was a brief moment of silence. It was broken when Remus, presumably done pocketing the pin, said, "So bowling night?"

"Huh?" said Virgil, trying to find the dirty joke. Maybe something about balls?

Remus pulled his phone out of the pocket of his work pants and shook it at Virgil. "Pastor Patton's little group bonding venture?"

"Don't call him that," Virgil muttered, digging his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough, of the messages he'd been ignoring all morning, one was a new group chat. He read through the messages. "How did Patton get your number?"

"Roman gave it to him."

"How'd he get Janus' number?"

Remus grinned. "I gave it to him. No way am I suffering through some corny adult bonding shit without backup."

"Am I not backup?" Virgil asked, unsure whether he should be offended.

"You can't be backup," Remus said dismissively. "You're the bridge. You forced me 'n' Roman to reunite, you made us all hang out. You're the bridge. You won't be as mean as I need you to be."

"I'm mean!" Virgil said. "I'm so mean!"

"Say something bitchy about Patton right now. Quickly!" Remus began to snap his fingers.

"Um," said Virgil. "Uh. Sometimes-- Well, sometimes he can be kinda… Smother-y?"

"Oh, please." Remus rolled his eyes. "That was almost healthy communication."

"Fine." Virgil crossed his arms over his chest.

Remus let him pretend to be upset for roughly three seconds. "But you are coming, right? Or are you gonna spend the night playing with Data's joystick?"

Virgil's cheeks went hot. "Of course I'm com--" He paused and reconsidered his choice of words. "Of course I'll be there. And Logan will, too."

"Wonder if I can start a betting pool," Remus said thoughtfully.

The bells on the door tinkled and Virgil leaned over to see past Remus. "Hi, welcome in," he said in his best customer service voice, which wasn't very good. "Let me know if I can help you find anything."

"Just browsing."

"Alright."

"Well," said Remus, affixing the moth pin to his hi-vis vest. "See you tonight?"

"Yeah," said Virgil. "Please be nice to Patton."

Remus winked and started to back out. "Sorry! Hazing is mandatory."

He slipped out the door, leaving Virgil to marinate in his anxiety.

--

Although he was exhausted, Virgil went for a short walk after work. He wandered by Bienvenue and stared at the fancy suits in the window and wondered how Janus always had the audacity to dress like he was attending a funeral at a high-end night club. His feet took him forward and he smiled a little. If there was one thing Janus had in abundance, it was audacity.

He stopped again by the reflecting pool at the Plaza and read the plaque. It had very little information and devoted barely half a sentence to the supposed curse. A shiver ran down Virgil's spine. He took a deep breath and carefully did not panic. As Logan would say, he shouldn't jump to conclusions. He needed more data.

Virgil didn't want more data. He would happily chalk his misadventure up to sleepwalking and banish it forcefully to his subconscious, if only it would never, ever happen again. He shivered again despite the balmy weather and muffled a yawn behind his hand. Time to go home and get whatever sleep he could before the inevitable disaster of bowling night.

He managed to get home without hitting any potholes. Whatever stormy weather had threatened Vaillant earlier in the week seemed to have passed, and he was treated to a spectacular view of a great blue heron flying low over the road. He even managed a few hours of sleep before he had to wake up and get ready.

He chose his outfit with care, scrutinizing it through Logan's eyes. What would Logan like? What did Logan like? Virgil had no idea about his preference in men or how he slotted into it.  Was it his height? His body shape? His eyes? What should he play up to make Logan like him? So Logan wouldn't regret choosing to be with him?

He dithered over this until he made himself late, and chose an outfit that he felt good in: long sleeves, long pants, the reassuring weight of his hoodie on his shoulders.

He kept it zipped up to his neck even after he entered the warmth and light of Vaillant's singular bowling alley, Gator Lanes. His friends were already seated. Waiting. For him.

Despite the wash of guilt, Virgil slowed and surveyed the scene. Patton and Logan sat on one of the low, pleather couches with a pair of bowling shoes between them. That left Roman, Remus, and Janus wedged on the other couch. They all looked like they were getting along, which was good. Roman and Remus were speed-eating French fries while the others talked.

Virgil approached from the back, gesturing for Patton and Logan to be quiet. He didn't miss the way Logan's eyes lit up; it sent a pleasant little rush of adrenaline all through his veins. When he was close enough, he leaned over and stole the pineapple off the rim of Janus' hurricane glass. It was dyed red from grenadine and tasted vaguely of rum.

"It's fine," said Janus, casually flipping Virgil the bird. "I wasn't saving that or anything."

"Guess you'll have to get another one," Remus said.

They started bickering about how drunk was too drunk for bowling night, so Virgil came around to Patton and Logan's side of the table. He kissed Logan hello while Patton explained about the shoes: "They were out of your size, so I got a size down instead of up, because I know you wear those really thin socks and I didn't want you to slip."

"Thanks, Pat," Virgil said. His hand found Logan's, somehow, and he smiled. "I wouldn't have put that much thought into it."

"That's why you have me!"

"Can we start now?" Roman asked, wiggling in place.

Patton stood up to fiddle with the control, and Virgil forced himself to nuzzle Logan's jawline with his nose. He wanted to do it, but the idea of being witnessed while he did so made his skin crawl.

Logan turned his head so they were nose-to-nose and smiled before pulling away. "Do you want me to order you a drink? We were going to, but we weren't sure what you'd want."

Roman threw a straw wrapper at them. "We're just about to start!"

"You're up second, too," Patton said cheerfully, flopping back down on the couch. "I put us in alphabetical order."

"I'll go, then," Virgil said. He squeezed Logan's hand and let go of it, stood.

"Don't forget to put your bowling shoes on," Janus said, eying Virgil's ratty leather ankle boots. Janus himself had somehow done the impossible and matched the colors of his suit to the dull red and blue of Gator Lanes' bowling shoes, making his whole outfit look deliberately tacky.

"When I get back."

"I'll go with you!" Roman got to his feet. "I already know I'm gonna lose. What's one more drink?"

"That's the spirit!" Remus said.

"Ha," said Patton, "I get it."

They turned to go, Roman bumping Virgil with his hip to prompt him forward. "So you and Logan, huh?" he said once they were out of earshot. "How's that going?"

"Fine," Virgil said, feeling the blush crawl onto his face. It was a short walk to the bar, but it suddenly seemed like miles and miles.

"You sure keep things close to your chest, don't you? Didn't say a word to me." Roman crossed his arms and looked sideways at him.

"I didn't think I had a chance!" Virgil exclaimed. "Wait. Did he say something to you?"

Roman winked at him, shushed him, and bellied up to the bar so he could order. Virgil hung back, one hand on his wallet, but Roman waved a hand. "Janus has a tab going," he said, turning back to Virgil.

"Does Janus know he has a tab going?" Virgil asked.

"Uh, yeah, it's not like I stole his card."

"It's not you I'm worried about," Virgil said, thinking of Remus and the moth pin.

"Ugh, you worry too much."

"This shouldn't be news to you, Roman, I have 'Worry Too Much' Disorder." Virgil flicked at his zipper pull. "Wait, so did Logan say anything to you?"

Roman smiled, even laughed a little. "Uh, yeah, he practically asked me and Patton for permission to ask you out. He made us promise not to tell you. Honestly, it was kinda cute how nervous he was."

"Nervous?" Virgil repeated. It was obvious now, but it hadn't occurred to him that Logan had lost just as much sleep over Virgil as Virgil had over him.

A harried-looking bartender popped up behind Roman, slid their drinks over, and vanished again practically before Virgil could force out a 'thank you.' Roman passed him his vodka Red Bull. "Let's go."

"Alright." Virgil sighed. It was probably better not to try to wring the details out of Roman, especially since he'd said that Logan had told him not to tell.

They reached their lane and he  scooted in next to Logan, snuggling up a lot closer than was necessary, especially given that Patton was currently up to bowl. "Welcome back," Logan said.

Virgil set his drink on the table and began to change his shoes over. "Having fun yet?" he asked Janus. He was still a little resentful that Remus and Janus didn't think he could be mean anymore. Just because he didn't want to shit-talk Patton behind his back. Sure, Remus had been the one to say it, but Virgil had no doubt the sentiment originated with Janus.

"Sure, I guess there's a sort of primal thrill in hurling a 14-pound ball at a target," Janus said primly.

"10 pounds," Logan said.

Virgil bit down on his lip to hide his smile.

"I'm sorry?" Janus tilted his head.

Logan gestured at the bright yellow ball sitting in the ball return. "10 pounds, not 14." Patton's ball came back, followed shortly thereafter by Patton. "16 pounds," Logan said.

"Pat's strong," Virgil said, elbowing Patton as he sat down. Janus bit down on an ice cube. "By the way," said Virgil, feeling a spark of pure evil manifest inside himself. "Have you guys made cutting boards yet?" To Janus, he said, "It's kind of a tradition."

"I'd heard," Janus said, shooting him a covert dirty look.

Virgil smiled at him and turned to Patton. "Janus would rather die than say so, but I can tell he's excited."

"Oh, good!" Patton said. To Janus, he said "I was actually a little worried you wouldn't want to do it."

Virgil's killing strike was delayed slightly by Remus' reappearance and Roman's subsequent disappearance, and he knew he had to act quickly or Janus would wiggle out of it when Virgil was taking his turn. Remus finally sat and stopped crowing about his spare, which no one had witnessed. Virgil pounced. "Bienvenue is closed on Sundays, isn't it?" he said to Janus, as though the shop hadn't kept the same hours for years. "Maybe you guys could do it then."

"The weather should be clear, too," Logan chimed in. Virgil looked at him, trying to gauge if he had picked up on the game, but his face gave nothing away.

"Works for me!" Patton said. "I'm putting the finishing touches on a coffee table for somebody down south, but I can make time on Sunday."

"Great," said Janus with a plastic smile Virgil knew he usually reserved for difficult customers. The daggers in his eyes promised a thorough bitching-out later, but Virgil didn't even care. So he wasn't mean anymore, hm?

"All you," said Roman, tapping Virgil on the shoulder.

Virgil nodded and took a long swallow of his vodka Red Bull. It was stupid, but walking up to bowl always felt like walking out on stage. He knew full well none of his friends were paying attention and even if they were, their friendly teasing was nothing to worry about. They knew when to stop. But still, his heart quivered as he approached the lane. By sheer luck, he managed not to get a gutter ball, then turned and hovered awkwardly as he waited for his ball to come back.

Logan caught his eye and winked at him, not even pausing in his explanation of the physics of bowling. Virgil smiled back, and suddenly everything seemed that much lighter, that much more bearable. He really had to stop worrying so much.

[theprince237]

Pov Remus seeing Mary and Sirius in atyd

[im-captain-egg]

Masterlist

Harry Potter

Bedroom Eyes (E, 1.4k, Wolfstar) ”You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour now, Sirius,” he said. “Wanna show me what you were thinking about?” Remus asked hoarsely, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Our Friends Are Idiots (E, 2.8k, Wolfstar) James and Peter think that their best friend is in trouble but Sirius thinks that they're idiots. All he wanted was some sexy time with his hot werewolf boyfriend.

i don’t want to be your friend, i want to kiss your lips (E, 3k, Wolfstar) Remus tried to find the right words. He had played this out in his head a thousand times, had imagined how it would be to finally admit his feelings, to tell Sirius. But now, all the words were gone, his thoughts filled with nothing but Sirius.

i’ll make the moon shine just for you (not rated, wip, Wolfstar)

Punny Little Thing Called Love (T, 1.2k, Wolfstar) Three times Sirius gives Remus a stupid nickname and one time he doesn't.

breaking through the atmosphere (E, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Sirius struggles with being locked-up in 12 Grimmauld Place but Remus is there to take care of him.

sit still, look pretty (E, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Remus is a tease but Sirius doesn’t mind.

tell me about last night (M, 1.9k, Wolfstar) In which Remus Lupin drinks too much and hooks up with Sirius Black, captain of the university’s Polo team and Remus’ long-time crush. Awkwardness ensues the next morning.

waves (E, 6.6k, Wolfstar) Hell breaks loose at 12 Grimmauld Place and an injured Sirius Black seeks refuge at the Potters.

A Purrfect Match (G, 1.6k, Wolfstar) When Remus walked into the shelter that day, he expected to leave with a new furry companion and not meet the love of his life.

bewitched you in the moonlight (T, 4k, Wolfstar) Sirius is absolutely smitten by an adorably awkward Remus dressed as a werewolf.

Lightning in a Bottle (M, 11.1k, Wolfstar) 29-year-old businessman Sirius Black finds himself falling in love with 23-year-old art student Remus Lupin, who turns Sirius' life upside down in a matter of seconds.

Red, White & Royal Annoyance (T, 3k, Wolfstar) A royal wedding, two rivals, a kiss in the garden.

The Big Birthday Cake Catastrophe (T, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Sirius and James attempt to bake a birthday cake for Remus when disaster strikes.

Of Sharks, Manatees, and Master Matchmakers (T, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Remus works at an aquarium where he meets Sirius, a guy with a PhD in marine biology who can talk to sharks and thinks that Remus' lanyard is funky.

Red, White & Royal Blue

Paris Nights / New York Mornings (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry is stuck in a hot hotel room in Paris and Alex is more than happy to keep him company.

smoke and mirrors (E, 3.1k, Alex/Henry) Henry owns a blue suit that drives Alex crazy and Henry thinks that the baby blue tie just looks too good around Alex's wrists.

Honey and Lemons (G, 668, Alex/Henry) Henry has a cold. Alex is there to take care of him.

Champagne Bubbles (T, 788, Alex/Henry) When Alex comes home from work, Henry has a surprise date planned for them.

David and the Case of Finding Furever Home (G, 1k, Alex/Henry) It's another normal day at the shelter for Alex until Henry walks in.

Night at the Lake House (T, 599, Alex/Henry) Henry goes skinny dipping. Alex thinks his boyfriend is the most beautiful person in the world.

Shower Curtains (E, 2.5k, Alex/Henry) Taking a shower with Henry is never about getting clean. Never.

you take my breath and steal the things i know (E, 56.4k, Alex/Henry) Alex hates Henry and Henry hates Alex—at least that's what Alex likes to tell himself. It all changes though when Henry comes to the States to film a docu-series with Nora and June, and Alex involuntarily gets to know Henry better, finding his world completely turned on its head by the end of it.

baby, it’s cold outside (T, 2.4k, Alex/Henry) A collection of all my drabbles for the RWRB Winterfest 2020!

dogs that bark don’t bite (T, 415) Alex was a weird kid.

notes from David (G, wip) A compilation of David having thoughts.

I will adore you until eternity (E, 4.3k, Alex/Henry) Alex got Henry two sets of lingerie and Henry is eager to try them on.

completely and perfectly and incandescently happy (G, 254, Alex/Henry) “What endearments am I allowed then?” Henry asks with a smile, cupping Alexander’s face with his hand and brushing his thumb across the sun-kissed skin there.

Tidal Wave (E, 4.8k, Alex/Henry) Rivalling captains Alexander and Henry have been neck to neck for years but their relationship takes a different turn when Henry shows up unexpectedly on the Claremont.

your mouth is a hurricane (E, 3.7, Alex/Henry) Drummers hit it the hardest, they say.

like fireflies (E, 5.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry see each other again. Featuring dark storage rooms, leather gloves, and a weird fuzzy feeling that simply won't leave Alex alone whenever he's around Henry.

to be kissed by you (T, 1k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry meet for a quick rendezvous before attending an official event.

like cherries and wine (T, 640, June/Nora) June meets up with Pez for brunch where she, literally, runs into a cute waitress.

she is my all, she is the one, she is (T, 1k, June/Nora) Nora struggles to find a fitting Valentine's present for her girlfriend.

can i call you tonight? (E, 7.8k, Alex/Henry) Falling in love with someone who lives an ocean away is weird. Especially if you are staying at their house and they stay at yours. or Alex and Henry swap houses and fall in love in the process.

shouting curses at ursa major (T, 1.2k, Alex/Henry) Sometimes, forever doesn't last as long as you might want it to.

Shifting Gears (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry and Alex plan on taking a short vacation in Wales when a punctured tire ruins their fun. Or does it?

you’re the beat playing in my heart (E, 6.6k, Alex/Henry) Things between Alex and Henry get weird after Pittsburgh but then Henry invites Alex to London.

what is grief, if not love persevering? (T, 423) As suggested by his therapist, Henry writes a letter to his dad.

rosemary & firewood (T, 1.1k, Alex/Henry) When they brew Amortentia for the first time, Alex discovers something new about himself.

i hope you don't mind that i put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world (T, 827, Alex/Henry) "What do you love the most about Henry?" - "Does everything count as an answer? Though even that wouldn't be enough." Some of the things Alex loves about Henry.

spell my name with her tongue, like (uh) (E, 2.5k, June/Nora) Stuck at a state dinner, Nora decides to have some fun with June under the table.

i’ll tell you what i like / my wildflower (E, 2.6k, Alex/Henry) Henry takes Alex on a ride on a motorbike which quickly leads to something more heated once they make it back to the garage.

oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets (E, 2.8k, Alex/Henry) Henry comes home after being away for three weeks and Alex is very eager to welcome him home properly.

if they only knew how you talk to me when it’s just us two (E, 5.3k, Alex/Henry) With Henry being gone for a week to take care of things back home, Alex is left in NYC on his own but when he feels needy, Henry is only a text message away.

when he calls me pretty (E, 2.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex is horny and Henry is happy to help out even if they are an ocean apart.

Cherry Bomb (E, 3.1k, June/Nora) June gets a new lingerie set. Nora is more than happy to admire it.

One Last Stop

sugar & spice (E, 1.5k, August/Jane) August can't sleep. Jane offers to help.

Voltron

Birthday Boy (E, 2k, Klance) It's Keith's birthday and the boys are a little drunk and horny and utterly in love.

Song of Achilles

he touched my soul, skin to bone (E, 2.3k, Achilles/Patroclus) It’s Achilles’ birthday and Patroclus brought some figs for them to share.

[m-oana-archive]

A Love Too Heavy (For Just One To Hold)  pt. 1

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x Remus Lupin

Words: 2,461 

Summary: After pining after Y/N for years, Sirius finally gets the girl: the happy ending the story is supposed to end with.  The only problem is the fact Sirius' feelings for Remus still haven't seemed to go away.  But he isn't the only one starting to question their ability to love two people at the same time.

requested by @shinysilverunicorn-blog​  | read on AO3 | Masterlist 

Sirius’ POV 

Spring was full and bright all around Hogwarts. The chirp of birds rhythmically punctuated the soft breezes that tossed up ponytails and rustled seeds off of daffodils. While most of the students in the courtyard were staring at all of these beauties of early April, Sirius was busy studying the light breathing of his girlfriend’s breathing while she slept, head resting on his leg.

Y/N was undeniably beautiful, even without the fascinating contrast of light and shadow passing over her face from the evermoving clouds in the sky. Sirius noticed it the first moment he saw her. Despite the crowd of students at the Sorting Ceremony and the grandeur of the Great Hall, the thing Sirius couldn’t keep his eyes off of was a girl who was sorted into Slytherin. It was enough to make him upset to have been sorted into Gryffindor; luckily, his new friends were rewarded enough for being covered in gold and red.

Hogwarts was just large enough that Sirius’ path never truly crossed with Y/N’s during first year, but just small enough that he’d see her across courtyards or libraries: a rude reawakening of his crush. He pushed it off, learning about his roommates instead; Peter had never been out of the country, Remus had a big appetite for chocolate, James really did need his glasses, Remus always put his right shoe on before his left, Peter talked in his sleep and James tossed and turned in his, Remus had read every book known to man, James loved puns, Remus liked sly remarks (and was good at making them), Peter preferred biking places, and Remus drank most everything out of his assortment of mugs.

It wasn’t until second year that Remus had class with Y/N: herbology. Never did he think he’d enjoy plants so much, but he entered the greenhouse skipping. While he was slow to break the house pride divide, when it was first demanded that the students find partners from another house “to learn how to cooperate with people that have different strengths,” Sirius was quick to find an open spot by Y/N’s side.

“Finally,” she said. “I’ve caught you staring at me before. I’ve been wondering if I resemble some second cousin of yours that got kicked out of the family for something.”

“No. You’re far too pretty to be mistaken for poor old Wilbur.”

She brushed off the compliment: “That sounds like a pig’s name.” But she was blushing.

“Why do you think he got kicked out? He was a pig!”

The grin that formed during the exchange lasted for the rest of the day.

“Mate, you better be careful,” James warned at dinner, the chicken dangling out of his mouth wildly contradicting his tone. “You don’t want to seem too eager.”

Sirius’ eyes darted from Y/N to James. “Me? Too eager? What, have I turned into a mirror?”

Peter sniggered; Remus shot a secret smile Sirius’ way, the one that meant good job, you amused me. “What’s that supposed to mean,” James whined.

“Have you seen yourself around you-know-who?”

“I thought we agreed to call her she-who-must-not-be-named. It’s much more mysterious.”

“We could call her by her name if you had the guts to go after her,” Remus added nonchalantly. Sirius looked at him to give him the same smile of appreciation Sirius had gotten but moments earlier.

“It’s my safety feature,” James said. “If I had balls, I’d be irresistible.”

Peter almost choked on his potatoes. Which were mashed.

“Well I do have balls,” Sirius argued. “So I am irresistible.”

And irresistible he was. Sirius wasn’t sure what exactly it was: the “don’t give two fucks” demeanor, the fact he was an extremely amateur electric guitarist, his perpetually unlaced combat boots, or the fact he had a naturally flirtatious personality (he even flirted with James and Peter for fun), but people batted eyelashes and bit lips and blushed up their necks. By year four, Sirius realized he could almost get anything by calling someone “love” or “darling” in the right way. Essays were written and proofread, reading was skimmed then recapped, Butterbeer was sent to tables free of charge. By year five, Sirius found that some first-years were betting on which of them could get Sirius to ask them out. By year six, it seemed as though Sirius had all of Hogwarts under his finger.

Except, of course, Y/N. When Sirius would widen his eyes and part his lips in pleading, Y/N would just shove the parchment, quills, and ink back into his lap.

“I have my own work to do, Sirius,” Y/N scolded, burying her head back into her textbook. “If you do it with me, like Rem, I’ll help and discuss. But I’m not going to risk my grade for you.”

Sirius grinned, hiding the fact his stomach turned at Remus’ name. At Remus’ lack of acknowledgment of the compliment; he was sitting next to Y/N, also engrossed in reading, not nearly happy enough to be wanted by someone as amazing as her. He had to clear his throat to ask, “Am I really not worth the risk?”

Without taking a beat to pause, she responded, “Not really, considering I already have all of your attention, anyways.” Remus looked up at that comment, staring at Sirius with a smirk. Sirius gave him an obviously fake smile, teeth gritted and eyes dark, which automatically disintegrated when Remus threw a spare quill at him.

Sirius’ frustration wasn’t momentary; Y/N’s words were like a spell stuck in his head, floating around, never settling. It was true: although she was a constant presence in his daily life, Y/N quipped and quarreled with him like she was James or Peter. Was it because he would give her more of his hours than a day could provide? Because he’d so obviously drop anything to help her without any explanation needed? Because, even after so many years and so many beautiful people with lovely souls and smiles, Sirius would still choose her, each and every time?

Was his ardent desire the one thing pushing her away?

Sleep was futile after that comment, leaving Sirius tossing around his bed like a hurricane. His mattress creaked below him with every overexaggerated movement. After about half an hour of this, a shadow formed above his tired—but sleepless—eyes. Sirius opened them to Remus standing there, coat on over his pyjamas.

“Sneak out with me?” he grinned.

“But of course.”

They took the invisibility cloak and went to Black Lake, their usual spot. The cold air helped numb Sirius’ aching tiredness, beginning to match his energy level with his inability to sleep. Even when he sat down on dewy grass next to Remus, he felt endlessly more awake.

“You kept moving in your bed,” Remus said, looking straight out towards the lake. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Yes, Sirius’ insides gasped. Yes, because you’re a good listener and my best friend.

Outwardly, Sirius matched Remus’ indifference. “You don’t want to know.”

Remus looked at him. But it felt more like through him, through his flesh and bones, to the heart pumping and beating and quaking. “What do you know about what I want?”

Remus’ eyes looked like the lake they were sitting in front of: deep, beautiful, dancing with the glittery reflection of starlight. Suddenly, Sirius was aware of how close they were sitting to one another. Suddenly, his heart wasn’t only beating and pumping and quaking, but skipping beats.

Because, if Sirius was being honest with himself, there wasn’t always only one person. Of course, Y/N caught his eye first, but seeing her was a rare phenomenon at first, only becoming a constant enough to be a reason for Sirius to wake up everyday during third year. But since the beginning there was Remus Lupin. Remus, who had a big appetite for chocolate, always put his right shoe on before his left, had read every book known to man, liked sly remarks and was good at making them, and drank most everything out of his assortment of mugs. Remus, who had a talent for making him feel happy, be it through a crude joke or a secret smile or a quill to the head.

Remus, who he had been this close to kissing before. At some party in fourth year, when everyone was too young to have alcohol but still acted drunk, and people were playing spin the bottle. On his turn, he spun, and the neck of the bottle missed Remus by something Sirius had naively labeled “luck.”

“It’s a pity,” Remus teased. “I’d be a good snog, you know.”

Now, almost three years later, Sirius was finally ready to believe him.

But, in fear of wanting too much, too many, two, Sirius turned away. “I know what I want,” he lied, stupidly, desperately, painfully.

Not wanting to have ruined his friendship for nothing, the next day, he found Y/N and asked her to Hogsmeade that weekend.

“With James and Peter and Rem—”

“No,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “Just the two of us.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you think about how I’ve treated you for the past few years, but God, Y/N, I just… I’ve liked you so much since the moment we met. And I just didn’t know how to act around you except being my normal arsehole self—which is no excuse to have been an arse, I know— but you just always… you’ve never let me catch up to how I feel about you.”

Y/N was laughing. Was this just some sick joke to her? Sirius went to open his mouth again, but before he could, she was saying, “I guess that’s better than hiding it in a diary and pretending it's not real.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Wait. You can’t… do you really feel the same?”

“Sirius, you are a massive—” Y/N said, while taking his hand in hers, “—absolute, oblivious, fool. Why would anyone hang out with you willingly if they weren’t totally weak for you?”

Sirius laughed. Part of it was joy that he got to squeeze Y/N’s hand in his, feel it, hold it, support it. But part of it was false; for, that statement could apply to Y/N as much as it could apply to Remus.

Now, a few months later, Sirius and Y/N had had their first date, first kiss, first night together, full of writhing and gasping and “I love you’s” mouthed directly onto skin. Every time he looked at her, he still saw her as the breathtaking girl across the dining hall at the Sorting Ceremony, as tough his eyes were time capsules incapable of encapsulating the beauty of what they held. Maybe he kept her at a distance subconsciously. Maybe it was because he knew he wasn’t ready for the kind of relationship he wanted to have with her. Or maybe, he knew having her love would feel too real to fathom, too large to hold, and he couldn’t manage to make himself do it until there were no other options than to get past the fear and learn to carry the love he used to secrete.

Even while looking at her now, he was in awe.

Even while looking at her now, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had kissed Remus the night before.

Perhaps things would be less tense now; the dorm room would be wordless if it weren’t for James’ nonsensical but necessary blabber and Peter’s desire to talk whenever an awkward silence broke. Perhaps it would be as loud as it used to be (if not louder, for obvious reasons) if Sirius hadn’t so obviously turned himself away from something he wasn’t against as much as afraid of. Perhaps, more than the kiss itself, Sirius now longed for a bit of normalcy, wishing he could have both the girl of his dreams and his best friend. Be it in the same way, in different ways…

Sirius was so deep in thought he didn’t realize he was staring across the courtyard with narrowed eyes and that Y/N had wordlessly awoken from her slumber. Both of these realizations happened at once, when Sirius felt a touch to the bridge of his nose that didn’t come from his own fingers.

He looked down to a Y/N happy enough to be faking a pout. “What’s that for?” she asked, referencing the furrow between his brow she had helped calm.

Sirius sighed. His hand rose to lift Y/N’s finger off of his face, directing it to slip into the crooks between his fingers instead. Despite the apparent intimacy of the gesture, Sirius was removed; if he felt more comfortable, his eyes would meet Y/N’s, which they couldn’t do. “I just feel… I don’t know why, Y/N, but I really think, for some reason, Moony’s angry with me.”

“Oh.” Now the frown was real. “Do you really not know why, or is this one of those ‘I don’t want to admit I did something wrong’ moments?”

“Come again?”

Y/N sat up, making it more difficult to avoid her eyes. “I just feel like you both know one another awfully well for you to not know how you could make the other mad.”

“I guess,” Sirius blew out a breath, “We, um, argued… and both took it more seriously than we needed to. Now neither of us will crack first.” It wasn’t far from the truth: both of them had taken that moment with immense weight in the way it shifted the dynamic of their relationship, and now, neither of them wanted to bring it up to the other.

“You’re both mature enough to have that conversation,” Y/N complimented.

“Yeah. I just think he’s not done cooling down from it. I don’t want to push him again too soon.” Again, not far from the truth. But it was still a lie. A second lie, which worried Sirius in the ease of its formulation and distribution.

“Well, I’m headed to study with him now. So if you want, I can ask some not-very-sly-because-they’re-far-too-pointed questions.”

Sirius finally met Y/N’s eyes; now, it was she who was wearing a tense brow. Sirius echoed her previous movement to relax the spot before kissing it. “Would you do that for me?”

“But of course,” Y/N smiled, standing up. She collected a few things from the ground: her cardigan, her bookbag, a dandelion. She held it up to Sirius’ mouth. “Wish me luck?”

Sirius blew and watched the seeds dance around him. But, if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t quite sure what he was wishing for.

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

The Lie (Part 2)

*Not My Gif*

The Lie (Part 1)

Post Date: 12-27-19

Paring: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Part 3 in the works! Tell me what you think!

~Master~

~Harry Potter Master~

You couldn’t think as you raced from the classroom, trying to hide from everyone’s eyes as you ended in an abandoned corridor. Your knees gave out, sending you to the ground as you clutched your chest. The world had to of been spinning because your mind was reeling, laying your head on the cool floor below you, and curling into a ball as much as you could as you cried.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there. Seconds, minutes, hours, you couldn’t really tell. It wasn’t until you heard a speeding pair of footsteps slow and someone’s hand touch your back were you finally able to breath properly, trying to compose yourself as you turned around to see a frowning Sirius next to you.

“Hey Pads.” You put on a fake smile, wiping the tears from your eyes but knew it was pointless as Sirius looked at you, moving to sit against the wall as you joined him. You didn’t know what to say as he grabbed your hand.

“I know.” he said and your blood went cold as your breathing shook and your head snapped to look at his perched on the wall. “I know about you and James.” You let out a sob, bringing your hand up to your face for cover as Sirius wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He whispered but you just shook your head and pulled away.

“It’s not! I had sex with one of the best friends of my boyfriend. I cheated on the love of my life. It’s not okay.” You cried out, burying your face in your knees. Sirius didn’t know how truly guilty you felt until now and seeing you like this. “I have to tell him.” You mumbled, surprising the boy. “I have to tell Remus.”

“You’re actually going to tell him?” You swallow your sobs and sat straighter, ignoring the lump in your throat as you nodded.

“The lie. Sitting behind this lie, it’s killing me.”

Sirius remained silent, nodding his head as he reached for your hand again. You smiled at him, silently thanking him for his comfort. “Pads? How did you find out?”

Sirius sighed, giving your hand a squeeze. “I was in the classroom. I saw what James did.” He admitted and you whimpered, clasping your eyes closed at the unfond memory. “Y/N, what happened between you two was a mistake. I know what it’s like to make a few drunk mistakes.”

“Marlene?” You asked, raising a brow while Sirius’ eyes opened wider in embarrassment and he nodded his head, making you chuckle a little. Sirius gave you a grin, happy that you were a little better before your face fell again. “Do you think he’s ever gonna forgive me?”

Your voice was soft, wavering quite a bit. “He loves you Y/N. You know as well as I do that Remus and you were practically made for each other.”

“But is he gonna forgive me?” Your voice turned desperate and if Sirius was being honest, he had no clue if Remus was going to forgive you. But he would be damned if he was going to let Remus hate you.

“Are you going to tell him about what happened today?” Sirius asked, trying to change the topic as much as he could but he needed to know how much you were willing to tell Remus.

“I can’t.” You sighed, putting your head on his shoulder and looking at the cream colored wall across from you. “The four of you are best friends. I can’t be the reason you aren’t anymore.”

That was so you. Taking all the blame and trying to keep the marauders together, but Sirius couldn’t help but scoff. “We stopped being best friends the moment James forced himself on you today.”

“Sirius-“

“No, James doesn’t get a pass here. He fucked up today.”

“And he has to live with it. But Remus can never know.” You made him promise not to tell Remus and, rather reluctantly, he did.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” He asked you, making you groan, running a hand over your face.

“Soon.”

Sirius nodded, eyes tranfixed on you. “So what exactly happened that night?” Sirius asked as you bit your lip.

“We were drunk.” You began as you told him everything that had happened that unfaithful night.

Soon couldn’t come fast enough. It had been a couple days since Sirius comforted you and James was completely gone. He had been so scared about Sirius spilling the secret that he’s pretended to be busy anytime someone comes to find him. Lily kept asking you if you knew what was up with him and like the liar you found yourself to be, you told her you didn’t know.

Remus had been the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. It was like he knew something was upsetting you and promised that he’d be there to help you through it, putting no pressure on you to tell him what it was.

You didn’t deserve him.

Remus and you were sitting on his bed, a box of chocolate and your homework between the two of you but you couldn’t focus on it. You kept taking glances up at Remus, barely scribbling a few words down on your paper before Remus sighed, reaching for your assignment and pulling it out of your hands.

“Rem, what are you doing?” You reached for your paper again, only for him to pull it more and smirk at you. You just reached farther until Remus’ arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap as he twisted to lay down. “Rem!” You giggled as he started to kiss your face dramatically, tickling your cheeks. “What’s happening?”

Remus pulled away, a giddy smile on his smile as he looked down at you. “Somethings on your mind, so I’m helping you forget about it.” Your chest warmed at his words, a feeling of love as well as guilt, and you heard him chuckle as he moved down to your neck. The kisses turned from being fun and childish to more breathtaking, making you gasp as his lips pressed against your skin.

“Remus.” You moaned out, letting one of your hands come to hair, threading your fingers through them as he continued.

“God, I love you.” He mumbled as he started moving down your collarbone, your breathing skipping. “Nothing could change that.”

You couldn’t let this continue. Not without him knowing the truth. “I slept with James.”

Remus froze, trying to figure out if you were telling the truth or not. But by your silence he could tell you were. It was like someone casted a spell to drain all the happiness from his life as he pushed himself off you. “W-What?” His quiet voice made your entire being collapse.

“I s-slept with James.” You sat up completely, pushing yourself as far from Remus as you watched him. He wasn’t screaming, or yelling, or freaking out yet. He was just processing it.

“You slept with James.” He wasn’t asking and when you could no longer bring yourself to look at him he snapped. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Remus wasn’t one to use swear words like nothing and you knew no matter how composed he looked, he was seething on the inside.

“I’m sorry.” You felt tears fall down your face but you didn’t try to wipe them away.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!”

“Remus.” You whimpered. He stood off the bed, pacing back and forth next to you.

He buried his head in his hands to cover his newly red and puffy eyes and screamed. “I loved you!”

Loved. Past tense.

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t speak. Your entire world just shattered as the person you thought you were going to spend your life with began to question everything.

“Sorry? Again, you’re sorry? You slept with my best friend and you’re sorry?” He couldn’t even look at you right now. “Get out.” His voice didn’t waver. It wasn’t quiet but it wasn’t loud. It was unnerving, really. “Get the fuck out.”

You scrambled out of the bed, choking back your sobs as you pushed past him, running through the common room to your bed in hopes of no one catching you.

But unfortunately Lily had. “Y/N?” She said as she followed you up into the room, landing on the bed at the same time you let everything out, crying into your pillow. “Y/N, What happened?” She rubbed your back but you couldn’t handle being touched, and it being her did not help the situation.

“I slept with James when we were drunk and I’ve ruined everything.” You blurted out without even thinking of the consequences. Lily on the other hand didn’t say anything, just raced out of the room, slamming the door on the way out.

Remus was fuming as Sirius walked into the room, the place looking like a hurricane rolled through as Sirius gulped. “I reckon she told you.” He muttered, starting to clean up a little as Remus spun to face him, eyes burning into the side of his head.

“You knew? You fucking knew and didn’t tell me?” Remus was in front of Sirius in just a few steps, grabbing him by the robes and pushing him against the wall.

Sirius pushed Remus hands off him but they weren’t going anywhere, remaining locked on the boy. “Yes, I knew. And no I didn’t tell you. She wanted to be the one who told you.”

“Oh, well goodie her! Guess that makes it all better then, doesn’t it?!” Remus let go of Sirius’ clothes, sending him to the floor by the force. “Just leave me alone.” He muttered, sitting down on his bed. Sirius, the poor sap, almost obliged but shook his head.

“No.” He simply said as he sat on his next bed next to Remus’. It looked as if Remus had been crying for years and Sirius hated the familiarity he found between this moment and your own cries the other day. “I’m not going to sit here and let you throw away everything you love.”

“Sirius-“

“Do you love her?” He asked as Remus’ Adam’s apple bobbed. Sirius repeated himself, making Remus know there’s no way out as the boy nodded.

“Of course I do. I don’t think I could ever stop.” He admitted as his head hung low with guilt, much to Sirius’ relief.

“Then you need to hear her out. You need to hear the whole story.” Remus knew Sirius was correct but it didn’t make things easier.

“I can’t. I can’t even look at her right now.”

“Then listen to me,” Sirius said as Remus met his eyes, pleading for any chance to defuse his pain. “She loves you Moony. What had happened was a mistake. James and her just won their quidditch game and she wanted to celebrate with you, but Lily and you needed to study for the Charms test. They had a few drinks and then a few turned into several and neither of them knew what was happening. It was a mistake.”

Remus clenched his jaw, falling back completely onto his bed. “Stop making excuses for her.”

“I’m not. I’m not saying that what she did was okay, I’m saying she made a mistake, Remus.”

Sirius hoped that Remus understood what he was getting at and by the way Remus slumped his shoulders, it looked like he was starting to get it. “Look, you don’t have to forgive her, but don’t give up on her. Give her a second chance.”

“But what if she does it again?”

“She won’t.”

“Yeah, I thought that the first time.”

Sirius paused, moving on his own bed to lay down as well. He knew he had to let Remus know what James pulled the other day, but he also promised you he wouldn’t. “I’m gonna tell you something and you can’t tell Y/N I told you.” Remus turned his head, looking at a conflicted Sirius and nodded. “I left my book in class the other day and when I was in there to get it, Y/N and James came in.” Remus felt his blood boil as he listened. “He... he kept wanting to talk to her and she told him no and that it was a mistake... and I thought that would be the end of it but then...” Sirius trailed off as Remus sat up on his elbow, as his nostrils flared, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

“And then what?”

Sirius gulped, looking over to Remus with softened eyes. “He kissed her.” Remus was unmoving, but on the inside he was screaming.

“They kissed?!” He yelled scaring Sirius on his bed.

“No! No! James kissed Y/N! Y/N slapped him and ran out.” Remus hadn’t calmed down by that comment.

“So, either my girlfriend was okay with cheating on me, or my best friend was ok with kissing my girlfriend.”

“Remus, I followed her afterward,” Sirius said, shutting up Remus. “She had a break down in the middle of an empty corridor. Trust me Moony, Y/N’s not okay cheating on you. She hated lying to you everyday. She hated knowing how much you love her and knowing she messed it all up in one night! She hated knowing that you might not forgive her! And you know what? That’s what worries her the most. Not that you and her would break up or James, you, Peter and I wouldn’t be best friends, it was that you wouldn’t forgive her.” Sirius’ voice cracked as he yelled at his best friend, trying to convince him to understand. “She didn’t want me to tell you about the classroom. She didn’t want to be the reason our friendships broke. She loves you Remus. More than anything.”

Remus didn’t know what to say. He was truly speechless as Sirius stood up, patting his back and leaving him to his thoughts. Remus didn’t know what he was going to do, but one thing was certain. He wasn’t going to stop loving you that easily.

He jumped off the bed, making his way through the common room and almost to the stairs leading to the girls room. “She’s not up there.” Lily told him as he paused, turning to see the red head sitting on the couch and staring at the fire. It didn’t take Remus long to figure out that she now knew based on the tear stains leading down her cheeks.

“You know?” Lily nodded, giving him a tight lipped smile.

“She told me after she came running from your room. I went to find my boyfriend- ex boyfriend, and he denied the whole thing before I told him what Y/N said.” Lily bite her lip, turning away from the flames. “Y/N came out about 5 minutes ago, said she needed some air. I’d check by the-“

“By the lake.” Remus finished as Lily chuckled, wiping the new drops of tears before giving Remus a nod and telling him to go find you.

Remus didn’t waste any time in heading down to the lake, seeing you lean against the tree.

“You always come here when you’re thinking.” He grinned as he finished the distance to you, standing next to you as you stared out at the frozen lake. You didn’t know if you could say anything, your words logged in your throat as Remus reached out to grab your hand.

“You should hate me.” You rasped out, tired from crying all the time.

Remus just sighed, “I can’t.” He reached your to brush the hair out of your eye, but you stopped him, holding him gently by the wrist.

“Why don’t you hate me?” He needed to be angry with you. You needed him to be angry with you. It makes no sense that he wouldn’t be.

“Y/N.”

“No!” You yelled, backing up against the tree. “I-I slept with James. I cheated on you a-and lied to you and sat there and pretended like nothing happened when I kissed you day after day. I hate me! Why don’t you?” You started towards the castle, pulling your cloak tight around your body.

“Because I can’t!” Remus yelled, stopping you in your tracks as you turned to him, tears threatening to fall again.

“Why not?!”

Remus couldn’t take your broken tone as he finished the distance to you. “Because I know how much it kills you!” You gasped as you heard Remus’ voice crack when he cried. “Because you regret it! Because I sat there and listened to Sirius tell me how you ran off and cried after that day in the classroom. Because I know how much you love me and I know how much I love you.”

“Remus...”

“I’m not happy with you Y/N. But I can’t be mad at you. You’re my heart.” He grabbed your waist, pulling you to him as he kissed you despite the tears freezing both of your faces as you pulled apart.

“I’m sorry Remus. I’m so so sorry.” He nodded, pulling your body against his and hugging you tight.

“I know, love. I know.” Your breathing finally became normal again as Remus led you back to his bed. Remus sat against the headboard as you rested your head in his lap, letting him run his fingers through your hair as you drifted off to sleep.

Remus had a broken smile as he looked at you, the door to his room swinging open. Sirius peaked his head in, only seeing you and Remus in the dorm as he crept inside, sitting in his bed facing you two.

“How’re you doin’?” He asked Remus who never looked away from you.

“I’m good,” He whispered. “We’re good.”

Sirius just watched, seeing the small sleeping smile on your face before looking up to Remus. “You talked to her?” Remus nodded his head as you shifted in his lap, humming when you found a content spot to rest. “You’re not mad at her?”

Remus shook his head, pulling your hair out of your face from when you moved. “I can’t be mad at her.”

“Good.” Sirius sank into his bed in relief, glad this was practically over before he remembered one thing. “What about James? What are you gonna do about him?”

Remus’ hand stopped moving completely. His entire attitude sinking as he thought about the boy he used to consider one of his best friends. “I’m gonna kill him.”

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You made me so happy with this chapter.

It was a moment of peace and friendship in the middle of a storm that can change into a hurricane.

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I think we needed it and Harry definitely needed it. He needed to let loose and have a good time and er "let it all hang out" so to speak. LOL. Ginny needed the break as well and seeing drunk Molly is always fun.

I thought having Remus notice the subtle change in Tonks' scent was an interesting way for him to find out and yes, she has no idea yet.

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Liar: Part 2

One, Three, Four, Five, Six, and End.

Summary: In the midst of a breakdown, Deceit comforts Logan. It is while doing so that Logan decides that if the others can't accept him for him... then he'll just be what Deceit is... another liar.

Word Count: 2230

The trill of the alarm clock cut through the morning air like a finely sharpened knife, and before it could even think to go off a second time a hand hastily shot out and silenced it for good.

Discomfort radiated through Logan’s bones, feeling all too similar to the sensation of having run five miles in less than three hours. His muscles felt like they had tied themselves into knots, as he attempted to stretch out his sore legs along his bed, burying his face even more into Deceit’s leg as he attempted to crack open his eyes. With the sheer exhaustion that both he and his body felt, it was a miracle that he didn’t fall asleep right then and there. It was just thanks to the twinging of discomfort in his joints and muscles that made such a thing impossible for him, even the softness of his own bed made it feel as if he was laying on a bed of concrete.

Under him, Deceit squirmed as well as his fingers reflexively curled into the logical side’s messy hair.

“Good morning,” Logan mumbled into Deceit’s leg, feeling something akin to warmth and giddiness upon knowing that the other side was still here and hadn’t left the moment that he had fallen asleep. Turning his head, Logan for the first time in a long while felt a genuine smile tugging at his lips as he opened his eyes in order to gaze warmly up at the dishonest side, “How did yo-” Just for the warm sunlight beaming in through the window to feel like scorching hot coals pressing into his eye sockets.

Within seconds, a pained noise sounding like something an injured animal and the sound an ordinary human would make escaped from his lips before he even had a chance to stop it. He’d never felt such an awful sensation grating against the inside of his brain, not even when Thomas had gotten drunk and suffered from one of the worst hangovers that he could recall.

This.. whatever this was, was so much worse than anything he’d ever felt in his entire existence.

“Easy does it, easy...” Deceit murmured, his gloved hands hastily pressing over Logan’s eyes in an effort to block out the nearly blinding sunlight coming in through the window of his bedroom, his thumb gingerly stroked the logical side’s temple as sympathy and guilt coursed through him. Out of everything, this had to be the one thing that he had to forget to tell Logan about. He could still recall how unbearably uncomfortable being stuck with one snake eye had made him, and Logan... Logan didn’t even have the mercy of having just one weird eye, he had two now. “Your new eyes aren’t yet adjusted to natural lighting well enough yet, it’ll take a few days. It’s like… like a new pair of glasses.” He explained, as the knot of guilt in his chest slowly eased as soon as Logan’s breathing calmed. “Okay?”

For a moment there was nothing but silence as the ex-logical side’s fingers dug into the side of his leg before eventually going slack. Just silence and the even motion of Logan’s chest rising and falling with each breath that he took. For that moment there was nothing, at least not until Logan’s grasp on Deceit’s leg abruptly loosened as he shifted his grip in an effort to loosely run his fingers over the other side’s hand that was still firmly pressed over his eyes. It was with that moment alone, that Deceit felt himself go slack as he gingerly intertwined his fingers with Logan’s, a warmth burning in his chest, unlike anything he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling before. Remus was one thing when it came to touchy-feely emotions, but right now… here…

He was feeling things that he never thought that he was allowed to.

“Deceit,” Logan swallowed thickly as he adjusted himself against the dishonest side’s chest, “What’s going to happen now? I…” Again he swallowed, as the nervous thoughts of what was going to happen and what had already happened ran amuck in his head. Just how would the others react to seeing him like this? How would he react to their reaction? What would happen to him now that he wasn’t pure Logic anymore? His room had always been in the centermost part of Thomas’ logical thinking, so.. so where was it going to be now? Would he be without a room?

Above all else though, there was a worry that ate at him more than any of the others. There was no way on earth that Patton, Roman, and Virgil were going to accept any of this, there was no way that they wouldn’t blame Deceit for all of this, and… there was no way on earth that they were going to make him feel wrong for choosing this.

A soft but rough sigh escaped Deceit’s lips as he shifted his hand, running his gloved fingers through Logan’s hair now that the logical side knew to keep his eyes shut. “I..” The words twisted on his tongue, and it took a genuine effort to not let lies alone spill forth at the difficult question. “I don’t know,” He finally admitted, “The split between creativity was something completely different than this, you.. you more or less chose to be logical deceit who deals with emotions while I’m purely Thomas’... emotional deceit that has to deal with… the logic so to say. I’m not going to force you to stay with me, and I’m not going to force you to turn away from the others. You can do whatever you want to now that you can see their lies for yourself. I won’t… get in the way, and I’m not going to tell you whether what you’re doing is right or wrong. That’s for you to choose, it always will be.”  

Another squeeze came from Logan, as he clutched Deceit’s hands just the slightest bit tighter.

“Okay.” Came the soft and near-silent response to the dishonest side’s words, a single word and yet it was a word that to both of them meant so very much.

For the longest time, they just laid there, with Logan nestling is face against the softness of Deceit’s caplet feeling like aloe against a rough sunburn in compared to how everything else felt against his new scales. He would have been content to stay there, neither of them moving a single inch until their bodies demanded it, and just the two of them relaxing in a calm quiet atmosphere that almost and very nearly made them both nod off again with how relaxing it was to just relax with one another. The constant feeling of Deceit’s fingers running through his hair, coupled with the hand that consistently ran up and down his back felt… blissful. There was really no other word for it, as his consciousness faded in and out of sleep with each gentle movement of Deceit’s hand.  

Unfortunately, their time together wasn’t to last.

Not as the sound of what could only be described as a thousand voices pounding at the inside of his skull, crashed against his mind in a flurry of wave after wave. Within an instant, his hands that had been laying against Deceit’s chest bunched up and clawed at the dishonest side’s chest, as a pained cry left his lips. They really weren’t going to let him have a single second, were they? The voices scream and bellowed his name, howling it with the force of a hurricane crashing against the land. The nausea from such an assault hit him like a gale-force wind, and it was an honest struggle to not throw up all over Deceit.

“Is it the light?! Here, this will help!” The dishonest side in question worriedly asked, gripping is caplet tight as he moved to cover Logan’s face with it, in an effort to shield his new eyes from the burning prickling light of the day.

Just to stop dead, as Logan scrunched up his face shaking his head into Deceit’s shoulder as pained tears pricked at his eyes. His hand remained frozen though, still holding the black fabric of his caplet up just in case Logan should have need of it. He watched the other thickly swallow his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion, as if he was fighting back the urge to throw up. His grip on Deceit’s shirt hadn’t lessened in the slightest as he burrowed his head even more into him, before abruptly pulling away his eyes still shut just as tightly as they had been before.

“They.. they’re trying to summon me.” Logan hoarsely answered, just the sheer force of them trying to do it when he didn’t want to show up, told him exactly what Virgil had felt when they had tried to make him rise up after he had ducked out. Nevertheless, a sharp biting laugh fell from his lips, as he blindly took off his glasses summoning something else in their place. “They’re not very good at doing it when I’d rather stay here with you.”

Opening his eyes for the first time, Logan was graced with seeing the flush that descended the human side of Deceit’s face through the sunglasses he had slid on. It was a beautiful sight he had to admit, no matter how he tried to hide it by scrunching his face down into the collar of his button-up shirt. Logan could see it all, and just the sight of it made something warm throb in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and cover every one of those scales with a kiss that would wipe away Deceit’s concern about being loveable by the others’ standards. He wanted to cup and cradle his face, and he wanted to feel the warmth of the blush on his fingers. He wanted to brush his fingers over the apple of Deceit’s cheek, so that he couldn’t even think about hiding his blush from him.

He knew what he wanted to do.

The dishonest side cleared his throat, dragged his gaze away from Logan. “So... “ He began, acting as if the scarlet red flush on his non-scaled side was non-existent. “What are you going to do then?”

Nevertheless, what he wanted would have to wait.

“I,” Logan wrinkled his nose a little, and in that very second Deceit wanted to touch the wrinkles that such an action made on the other side’s face. He would have called it cute, except for the slight quirk of Logan’s lips. “Need a bit of a change, I can’t exactly show up after who knows how long looking like this.” In one gesture Logan motioned to himself, and at that moment Deceit felt something akin to disappointment crackling under his skin.

Did… did Logan mean the scales? He understood that they weren’t exactly desirable to many of the other sides but in the very least he would have thought that Logan would want to keep them instead of pretending like they never existed in the first place. Then again… he was deceit now too, whatever he did with that title was his to choose from. He had even said that he wouldn’t argue with whatever Logan decided to do now that he had changed himself.

So he could only watch as Logan slid off of the bed, and with a click of his fingers he-

Changed his clothes.

The smooth leather of the jacket felt like silk on his scales and with his glasses no longer perched on his face, the sunglasses that protected his new eyes from the head-splitting migraines was a familiar weight while being completely different all at the same time. Even the ripped pants and worn leather of the boots felt all too different, and comforting to him in his new form. For half a second he was tempted to toss his tie away, to rip it from around his neck and toss into the depths of his closet so that he could never find it again. But after a careful amount of consideration, he merely settled on leaving it hanging around his neck, untied and fluttering at the slightest movement that he made. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t help but to grin at himself, his fangs glinting in the light of his bedroom.

He looked like a completely different person entirely, with his tie being the only link to who he had once been in the past. And the jury was still out on whether he’d even keep it or not, all things considered… he wasn’t really that serious anymore.

“Well,” He began, turning so that Deceit could see every inch of him and his new outfit. “How do I look?”

Gloved hands stroked the side of his face, a movement that Logan easily leaned into without a second’s worth of hesitation on the matter. The proud and equally excited smirk on Deceit’s face said it all as his eyes brimmed with the kind of emotion that he couldn’t accurately describe, but not before he leaned in pressing a solid kiss against the ex-logical side’s forehead. Letting it linger for a moment too long before pulling away, his hands drifting back down to rest on his shoulders.

“You look ready… Deceit.”