#james completely destroyed his confidence

[thatgirlmj]

James, they will never make me like you.

[my-castles-crumbling]

bad idea - February 2 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 226

“James,” Sirius whispered to his best friend as they walked towards the Great Hall, “this is a bad idea. He’s going to say no, and make a scene besides…”

“It’ll be fine,” James reassured him confidently, though Sirius personally thought his confidence bordered on delusion. 

“Your funeral,” Sirius mumbled under his breath. And, just as he thought, as they approached the Slytherin table, he found himself receiving a disapproving glare. “Hey, Reg,” he said.

“Sirius,” Regulus responded stiffly. Then, he turned to James and broke into a grin. “Jamie.”

“Hi, Reggie! Say, can we borrow your broom for a bit? Sirius and I wanted to play a pickup game with a few other Gryffindors but my replacement broom hasn’t come in from when mine got destroyed last game,” James asked, completely at ease.

Icy gray eyes flickered from James to Sirius and back again. Sirius braced himself for impact. Regulus was very protective of his broom. But the Slytherin just shrugged. “Sure. Anything you need, love.”

Sirius gaped. “What the fuck? You’ve never let me use anything of yours, let alone your precious broom!”

Regulus, however, just gave Sirius a wry look. “Well, Sirius, you break my things when I let you use them. The only thing James breaks is my brain when he puts his hand on my c-”

“Oh, gross!” Sirius whined, stomping away.

[deswhomst]

honestly i don’t think regulus caused as much damage as people think he did 😭 like, yes, he was unsuccessful so he didn’t exactly help but dumbledore & harry would have still gone to the cave if regulus hadn’t interfered and in fact harry having the real horcrux on him when they came back would have been bad (and then he would have kept it with him and it would have effected him super badly as we know it did). they had no way to destroy the horcrux and the only inconvenience was having to steal the locket but at least harry got kreacher as a friend in the process and if they had never left grimmauld place, how was snape going to give them the sword? he couldn’t have. also, if they had never gone to the malfoy manor, harry would never have disarmed draco and the elder wand wouldn’t have become his. and !!! they found out about the cup when they were at the manor, too. it took so long to get the next horcrux anyways. if they weren’t on the run, none of the things that happened would have happened or would have happened much later so like … it all worked out.

just to say that regulus’ big thing isn’t that he caused problems by stealing the locket. it’s just wasted potential because if he had gone about it in a better way, things could have become easier but this is what happens when you’re in way over your head and are completely alone with no one to confide in. he died for nothing but almost all of them died for nothing, that’s the point! they’re all fucking tragic because what did sirius dying accomplish? nothing. james? nothing. pandora, evan, barty, marlene, dorcas? nothing. in fact the only “useful” deaths i can think of are lily and the people who died in the battle of hogwarts (remus, tonks, fred). i’m also probably going to die for nothing whenever i do, most of us will. their entire tragedy is them not getting to live before they did, not that they died “for nothing”

[ddejavvu]

hiii i love ur writing 🥹🥹🫶🫶 i have a james potter request if u feel so inclined!! a fluffy study date where he pretends he doesn’t know any of the answers so reader has to help him but then he ends up doing better than her on the test and shes like 🤔 i thought u were dumb HAHAHAHA tysm (btw LOVE the animagus reader series, had to say it xoxo)

James tries brushing the sleeve of his robes over the score marked in red on the top of his page, which seems like a sign that perhaps he won't be asking for your tutoring skills anymore. He grins sheepishly at you, scratching the back of his neck with one hand while keeping the other firmly covering his grade, "Hey, Y/N. How'd you do?"

"I got an O," You admit, hoping it doesn't come across as a brag even though he'd asked, "Should I be worried that you're covering up your score?"

His cheeks flush violently, and though the shade of pink is rosy and light, it overtakes his face quickly.

"Uh, not worried, no. I'm the one that should be worried, really."

"This isn't sounding good," You grimace, "Did you at least pass?"

"Yeah," He confesses, chewing guiltily on the inside of his cheek like he'd answered the opposite, "I passed."

"That's good," You nod, and your frown is born more out of confusion than sympathy for his strange mood, "So what's the issue?"

He moves his hand, staring disdainfully at the O at the top of his page.

"James!" You gush, wondering if all along this had been one of his famous pranks, "You- that's fantastic! Why didn't you tell me right away?"

He smiles ruefully at you, "'Cause I didn't want you to know I passed."

"Why not?" Your brows scrunch, "Isn't that the whole point of tutoring?"

"Well yeah, but," He hesitates, once more gnawing at his inner cheek, "It's just- that's it, isn't it? You tutored me, I got a good grade, and now it's over."

"Yeah." You nod, still unsure of what the pressing issue is, "I'm not putting the pieces together, James."

He groans, scrubbing a hand over his face, "Well- it's unfortunate for me, because I- well, I liked having you tutor me. And I want you to keep tutoring me. Even if I don't need tutoring."

Oh.

"Oh." You conclude.

Then after a beat of silence, "Hold on, did you even need me to tutor you in the first place?"

He pointedly averts his eyes to a smear of ink on the surface of his desk, and you take it as your answer.

"James," You sigh, but it's not complete exasperation - there's fondness present too. He cringes nonetheless, and you place a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention back to you.

"Let's call it a study group, then," You offer, a shy grin on your face, "Instead of a tutoring session. We can still meet."

Your offer seems to inspire some newfound confidence in James, and when he speaks, it's through a grin of his own, "Nah."

The single syllable destroys your own confidence, though, and your smile fades. Before you can lift your hand from his shoulder, he tacks on, "Let's call it a study date."

[lon3lystarr]

sugar sweet

•eddie munson x f!reader

•angst to fluff, “unrequited love”, both eddie and reader are seniors in high school, ik it’s march but let’s pretend that it’s still february!

•if you guys have any requests for certain characters to write about please let me know! i’ll do them, just remember it’ll be f!reader

As y/n felt the cold february air hitting her face, and anxiously waiting for the sound of the roaring engine of Eddie’s van she wondered how she’ll confess to the lanky metal head, the more she procrastinated to admit her feelings for him the more her heart shattered. Y/n has been friends with Eddie since middle school, she has seen him through his awkward, anxious stage of his life, y/n seen the moments where he was the most vulnerable, y/n knew all his strengths and weaknesses and still fell madly in love with him, seeing him grow into such a confident, carefree and loving man but…she felt like the best thing to do was to suppress all those childish feelings for him and continue growing the friendship they had, she felt like confessing to him would completely destroy everything and leave y/n with nothing.

Y/n dawned on how she’ll even tell him how much she loved him, she knew it’ll be sooner than later her emotions will get the best of her and she’ll slip up and tell him, it’s only a matter of time that she’ll see him falling in love with someone who isn’t her, and she hated how that made her stomach twist with disgust..it’s pretty selfish to feel like that but spending years yearning for someone you know will never feel the same way you do can make you this way. While y/n was deep in thought, she suddenly heard the booming engine of the beat up van coming towards her, feeling her heart racing with excitement and nervousness

“hey sweetheart, come in before you turn into an ice sculpture” Eddie said swinging the passenger door open from his seat, smile bright with a deep dimple sitting on his left cheek, y/n drank up the sight in front of her and made her way into the passenger seat and clicking her seat belt around her “are you ready for all the cringe couples tomorrow?” eddie said with a snicker “not at all, i don’t have the energy to see gross pda at 8am” y/n said while rolling her eyes “i know right, valentine’s day sucks” eddie said while pulling into the school’s parking lot “hey, luckily for us we can spend all day after school together wallowing in our lack of romance together” y/n said with a smile “you’re completely right sweetheart or maybe we can go on a-“ before eddie can finish his sentence jeff and gareth interrupted him with questions on the upcoming campaign they’re having on friday, leaving the words on the tip of eddie’s tongue and y/n curious on what he was trying to say but before they could’ve continued their conversation the bell rang, announcing that first period was starting, both eddie and y/n went their separate ways.

Y/n’s eyes kept shifting to the clock nailed to the old, washed out white walls of her biology classroom, each tap from her pen made her more and more eager for lunch, she just wanted to be in eddie’s presence, maybe it was her guilty pleasure but seeing his round brown eyes, pink full lips, brown fluffy hair and veiny ringed fingers became part of her school routine. while y/n mindlessly stared out the window the piercing sound of the lunch bell rang, making y/n rush out the door with her book bag hanging from her left shoulder to eddie’s classroom so they can walk together to lunch, while y/n spotted the messy brown locs leaning against his classroom doorway she quickened her pace but suddenly stopped…he was talking to jessica james, smiling and giggling together, she was the one girl who seemed to have everything that y/n didn’t and now it seemed like she was gonna take eddie as well, jealousy and anger hit y/n like a wave and she didn’t know what to do, she knew this day would come and knew that eddie will branch out and be with beautiful women who fit his aesthetic and personality but it just wasn’t fair, it didn’t feel right. y/n decided to just turn from the scene that was a few inches away from her and rush to an empty classroom to isolate herself and be with her thoughts..

at lunch y/n was nowhere to been seen nor found, one minute eddie was talking to jessica about how she’ll confess to his friend gareth and what gift she bought him then the next minute his girl was gone, vanished from thin air, he couldn’t shake the aching feeling in his chest, he felt like y/n’s absence was his fault, he felt like him not being able to finish the conversation with y/n that was rudely interrupted was the reason why y/n wasn’t there. he knew he needed to fix this, someway somehow, he knew he needed to finally confess his love for her even if he has to scream from the tallest mountain on earth his undying love for her he will do it as many times he needed to. he couldn’t let the tired-less nights of him building up the confidence to tell her how much he loved her go to waste, he couldn’t let the deep conversations he had with his uncle wayne go to waste, he knew he needed to confess but he has to wait until dismissal where him and y/n would be together and away from nosy eyes, he just needed to wait a few more hours…

y/n didn’t ride with eddie after dismissal, she couldn’t…not after seeing her eddie with someone else, not after seeing him and jessica being so touchy with each other. y/n tried her hardest to distract her from the heavy pain in her heart, she did her homework, she cleaned the house from top to bottom, she went grocery shopping for her mom, she did her self care but still, as night fell and the rest of the world was asleep y/n stayed up, tired eyes glued to her ceiling and the aching feeling still very present and painful on her heart, she knew it was selfish to ignore and isolate herself from eddie but she just couldn’t face him, she couldn’t handle him leaving and falling in love with someone else. as poisonous thoughts kept her up she heard a soft knock at her window, her heart dropped to her stomach because she just knew it was eddie, y/n stayed still for a second then heard another soft knock at her window then a wobbly voice saying “please y/n can we talk” after hearing this she immediately got up and opened her window, her reddish eyes meeting the sad brown doe eyes of eddie “sweetheart please tell me why you’re ignoring me, please tell me i can’t handle my girl being angry with me, i can’t stomach it” eddie said with a deep frown permanently painted on his lips “eddie it’s nothing, i just been feeling a little down and just felt like the best thing to do is isolate myself” y/n explained while her hands softly rubbed again his leather covered arms, the sound of him calling her “my girl” made her stomach feel the familiarfeeling of butterflies erupting “can you tell me what’s been making you sad? is it me? i promise i can fix it just please tell me” eddie pleaded for y/n to open up, even just a little bit “i just think that tomorrow is a day that seems to always curse me, it’s so depressing being in love with someone so deeply just for them to barley acknowledge how much pain they cause. i hate seeing people being able to confess and openly admit their love for someone and i can’t.” y/n explained, her eyes closed due to frustration and her voice wobbling with sadness “i know this is going to sound selfish but i can’t keep it to myself anymore, eddie please tell me you’re in love with jessica so i can finally move on, i can’t keep having this aching feeling in my chest anymore ” y/n said, the tears finally spilling from her tired eyes. the room fell silent, the tension grew drastically and it felt suffocating to y/n, for the first time she didn’t know what he was thinking and that made her anxious but suddenly his soft voice filled the stilled air “sweetheart, you will never hear those words come out of my mouth because it’s not true, she isn’t the one i’m in love with. she isn’t the one i wanted to ask out on so many dates but chickened out, she isn’t the one i dream about, the one i cherish, the one i’ll bleed for, the one i see myself marrying one day. she’s not her, the only one i see anything with is you and only you.”

y/n heard the sincerely in his voice, she seen the love and tenderness he had in his eyes, she felt how much his words really meant and knew he spoke the truth and nothing but the truth, y/n finally knew her heart belonged to him and his to her and she absolutely loved it. y/n couldn’t contain the happiness she felt and smashed her lips onto his, something she always wondered and always wanted, and finally having it felt way better than any imagination she created. eddie kissed her back, smiling so wide from joy, he got his girl, finally

“i love you sweetheart”

“i love you too eddie”

[traintrainingmontage]

Following up on the Edward and Henry post, it's time for that promised James and Henry post. I feel like James has truly complicated feelings about Henry because when he sees Henry, he's reminded of himself, particularly the parts that he doesn't want to think about. James was an experimental build, and bought by Sir Topham for cheap as a result. I doubt there's anything that destroys an engine's confidence quite like being told "you were made differently on purpose but you don't work that well, so I'm selling you off cheaply to be rid of you." No wonder James is so desperate to reinvent himself and be seen as a special, splendid engine! He was essentially abandoned for something completely outside of his control, that also led to disaster on his first day on Sodor! Plus, as I've mentioned in previous posts, many of the engines around aren't quick to forget. They use shameful incidents as weapons, and James becomes nasty in response, as a defense mechanism, even if he doesn't necessarily want or mean to be.

But now, let's talk about that in the context of Henry. Henry is consistently ill, and Sir Topham, while trying to do everything he can, is getting increasingly exasperated with Henry. It's nobody's fault, but those are the circumstances, and Henry's in much the same boat as James, being made from stolen experimental plans and sold cheap. How could James not look at Henry and see himself, his true essence, all of his fears on full display? Whenever Henry is unwell and worried about his future, and everyone else tells him to stop being dramatic, James contributes, but it's not because he can't relate. The problem is that he can. Far too well, in fact. Henry reminds him of who he used to be, reminds him of the self he tried and tries so hard to hide beneath confidence he makes himself feel.

I can only imagine how much of a relief it was to James that Henry got rebuilt, got back to work, and Sir Topham didn't just get rid of the problem like their previous railways/workshops had done to them. It was proof that despite everything, their controller valued them as really useful engines and was willing to do what it took to make them so. I feel that it was only after Crewe that James could finally look at Henry and see him as not just a friend, but as a seperate engine and entity, and not as a manifestation/projection of James' own fears and trauma.

[sorenphelps]

Marauders x interior designs, reference boards and a long post below with explanations on the style selection and living conditions! (1.6K words)

Sirius

Interior design style: Industrial

Style rationale: cool, dark tones with a stylish mixture of rough materials: bricks, concrete, metals, and a great view. The ambiguity of the manmade hardware meeting all the natural light from the large windows; the grand spaces suitable of hosting a lot of people paired with an arrogant, unwelcoming (scary even) atmosphere. Overall powerful masculine energy with edgy, rebellious vibes. Effortlessly stylish, oozes confidence, creative and commands authority. Not everyone’s cup of tea, only a few can see the appeal and the endless possibilities of this multipurpose factory building, which is capable of way more than originally intended for.

Residence characteristics: Penthouse, 4 bedrooms, 4 other purpose rooms, 2.5 bathrooms, rooftop terrace. Renovated/repurposed old factory building in the city, with a pub/night club downstairs, and the middle part of the building leased as office area. Sirius is the only one who actually lives in the building, which he also owns. (Meaning no neighbours!) The building has a cargo lift, which Sirius uses to park his motorbike on the rooftop garage area. A separated part of the rooftop area is used by the pub/nightclub as a warehouse/storage, the other open-air part of it is used solely by Sirius, that he can access directly from his apartment too.

Remus

Interior design style: Eclectic (unintentional)

Style rationale: cramped with books and various interesting artifacts, second-hand mismatched furniture, light academia aesthetic, overall nerdy hipster energy. Warm earth tones, once vibrant but now faded colour palette. Budget and function over style attitude. Cozy and welcoming vibes (people pleaser much?). Plant enthusiasm.

Residence characteristics: tiny 1 bedroom apartment, 1 bathroom, small French balcony (used as a herb garden). Remus is on a very tight budget, when he managed to buy the flat, he only had a mattress, two makeshift bookshelves and a table with two chairs the previous tenant had left there. He saved up for years to get a nice and fully functioning modern kitchen, but other than that, the apartment is furnished with antiques he inherited from or was gifted by old relatives. He has way too many books, and he treasures everything he gets as a gift from others, however useless the item is. He is a moderately successful plant dad, because his neighbour's cat somehow always manages to destroy his little balcony garden. All but one of his neighbours are elderly citizens, who all find Remus a very polite and kind man – completely unaware that he is the one who loudly plays the guitar/cello and not the only other younger person in the building. Remus feels no obligation to dispel their misconceptions.

James

Interior design style: Eclectic (intentional)

Style rationale: Big personality, vibrant, bold colours. Proudly presents their identity and personal accomplishments. Extroverted, creative, chaotic, but fun energy. Warm and welcoming atmosphere with rustic wood elements paired with the collection of random objects. Overall very lively and artsy vibe. Can easily labelled as too much and pompous. It takes some time to see through the flashiness to discover the deep devotion to honoring (ethnic) heritage, familial ties and loved ones behind all the showcased extravaganzas.

Residence characteristics: Large family house in the suburbs, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 4 other purpose rooms, terrace, pool, 1 barn, 1 garage, 2 acres of land. James has never really moved out from Potter Manor, as he went to boarding school and inherited the property from his parents a little after graduation. He deeply loves his home and respects his heritage and memories a lot, but he is too much of a character to resist tailoring parts of the house and the interior to his taste. He has a collection of unconventional things (street signs, vinyls, tire rims, Liverpool sports memorabilia, cold war era propaganda posters, maps, festival tickets, foreign label beer cans, etc.), proudly presented alongside his sports trophies, medals, and musical awards. He thrives for the company of others, therefore the house could easily serve as an entertainment centre: he has the biggest of TVs, all gaming consoles, the widest variety of board games, a pool & foosball table, a pool in the garden alongside professional grill and cocktail bar equipment. He also has a fully functioning, soundproofed professional level studio in his basement with a lot of musical instruments and sound engineering & recording equipment. He has a treehouse and an old VW minivan repurposed as a summer guestroom in the garden. Sirius has his own dedicated bedroom, which is left untouched (just as the room of James’ parents).

Lily

Interior design style: Boho Chic

Style rationale: Girly, playful, kind. Plants, plants, plants everywhere, embracing the closeness to nature, fun textures, floral patterns, personally significant items. Non-conformist, free-spirited energy. Quirky, yet tasteful décor with an overall earth toned and pastel colour palette. Pretty and functional furniture, lot of pillows and soft blankets. Sweet and floral scents, calm, cultured and cozy vibes.

Residence characteristics: studio apartment in the city, 1.5 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, balcony. Lily’s flat is located in a fast-paced, busy and a little unpleasant part of the city, but it is near her workplace and has easy access to several public transport options. Her balcony is facing the inner yard of the building, which she managed to bloom up with conscious effort for years against all odds and resistance of obnoxious landlords. She is friendly towards all of her neighbours - even that weird loner guy in that dark basement apartment, who somehow always have the perfect anti-bug compounds at hand and seems to be very fond of Lily only. She has shared the flat with her sister until Petunia moved in with her fiancé, Vernon. Her bedroom was transformed into a study room. Lily has a soft spot for vintage furniture and interiors, but in certain areas she values function over style. She keeps her apartment tidy and organized. She is the most successful plant mom, who dreams about having her own garden.

Peter

Interior design style: Contemporary

Style rationale: Beige and gray color palette, designed to be average enough to appeal to the widest possible range of people. The go-to style of every home stager or AirBnB property owner. Clean, basic, convenient, a little boring even. Interior design lacks personality, the selection of the decor elements is usually driven by fitting the general aesthetic and looking luxurious and not by personal preference. Bland and plain vibes. Looks functional and comfortable and can easily hide structural or other problems with the apartment with clever selection and placement of often built-in furniture that the new owner won’t notice the issues until it’s too late.

Residence characteristics: newly built apartment, 1 bedroom with large walk-in wardrobe, 1 bathroom, dedicated underground parking space. Peter made a great deal with his apartment: he could buy the flat at the best and most early bird discount price after he was informed about the planned real estate construction project by overhearing a conversation regarding the status of obtaining the necessary building permits. He paid in advance the full amount determined in the planning phase of the project, and by the time the construction was finished, the apartment has tripled in value due to inflation rates skyrocketing. He moved into the turnkey property and hasn’t changed a thing ever since. The only pop of colour and testament of his real personality is his walk-in wardrobe and collection of quirky ties.

Snape

Interior design style: (Dark) Minimalist, partly gothic

Style rationale: dark, organized, focused. Basic shapes and textures, simple materials, little to no decoration to ensure lack of stimulation and distractions. Less is more attitude. Can be frustrating to others, but held in high regards by likeminded people. Monochrome, desaturated, mostly black colour palette. Unpleasant, unsettling, overwhelming, bleak, well-structured and functional.  Unparalleled practicality. A vibrant colour or boho item would look very out of place, and would eventually lose its brightness and liveliness because the minimalist environment will slowly oppress it with its own defining features. Unwelcoming, not interested in others (and a little depressing) vibe.

Residence characteristics: small 1 bedroom basement apartment, 1 bathroom, exclusive access to cellar area of the building. Snape is overly organized, values function over design. He finds the brutal simplicity of his interior soothing and calming, and prefers practicality over flashiness. He is comfortable in his gloomy flat, which is tailored to his needs only. No guests are expected ever. He utilizes the full cellar area of the building for his own purposes, (probably) rent free. No one knows exactly what he does there, but as he has a repelling enough aura around him, they rather don't bother him. He hates all his neighbours with burning passion, except that nice redhaired girl adamantly trying to make a pretty indoor garden in the building's yard. The only actual colour and decoration in his apartment is a peace lily in a bright green pot, that was gifted to him by Lily. He secretly likes the magnitude of gothic buildings and started to admire their aesthetic value as he spends a large amount of time in a gothic environment (dark academia vibes!) for his day job.

Regulus

Interior design style: Art Deco

Style rationale: expensive, luxurious, fancy. A more modern and trendier take on the traditional, 18th- and 19th-century European interior design style of Grimmauld Place.

Residence characteristics: large apartment in The City, 2 bedrooms, 4 other purpose rooms, 3 bathrooms, balcony. Regulus got the flat as a graduation present from his parents, neither the location or the interior design was his choice, but was happy to move there (the assumptions regarding his style preferences were spot on). However, he spends more time at his family home than his own, as he likes the company of their family's butler, Kreatcher too much.

Some links: more thoughts about Sirius and Remus' interior preference; lineart and coloured art of Sirius in his flat.

Bonus: basic floorplan of Sirius' flat I made in Paint. It's probably not scaled right, and I'm not sure if it's plausible in an architectural point of view, but I imagine it to be something like this:

If any of you is an actual architect or is more skilled in 3D rendition, I'd be forever grateful if you could pick up my design!😘

[dizzyp0p]

moon boy

Summary: the one where sirius, james, and peter figure out remus is a werewolf

(click here to read on ao3)

Sirius Black couldn’t figure out the fourth boy that occupied the Gryffindor second year boys dormitory: Remus Lupin.

He had been trying to do it for the past year and a half that he had known Remus. Remus Lupin, Sirius noted, kept to himself, would smile when his three roommates would mess about and make terrible (but in a 12 year old’s mind hilarious) jokes, and hum along whenever there was music playing in the common room when he sat near his housemates. He made brilliant additions to their mischief. He was also smart, Sirius would argue he was one of the smartest people in their year though he knew that the twelve year old would vehemently disagree with this statement. If Sirius pushed so he could learn more about him though, the young boy would immediately shut down. He would drop the little smile that had been gracing his lips and bury his head back into whatever book he was more than likely holding in his hands.

Sirius knew there was something else to him. There had to be.

No one had cool scars like Remus and was boring.

“Maybe you just scare him,” James Potter, Sirius’s best friend, had said one night when it was just the other three second year Gryffindor boys in the dormitory. Remus was nowhere to be found, which was a common occurrence every few weeks or so. “You scared Pete almost all of first year.”

Peter Pettigrew, their other dorm mate, whipped his head up from the chessboard that he had been eyeing intensely. He was playing against James and taking the game a little too seriously.

“He did not,” the stout blonde boy shot back quickly, causing James to cast Sirius a look, grinning mischievously.

“See?” James asked, calling for a piece on his chessboard to move. “You’re not even doing anything Black and you’ve got him shaking like a-”

“Knight to E5,” Peter squeaked out, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of confidence.

James blinked in surprise as he looked back to the chessboard, cursing softly under his breath at the sight of Peter getting him with a checkmate.

Sirius barked out a laugh. “C’mon, Pete. You’re too good at the game! You gotta go easy on Potter now and again or you’ll completely destroy his ego worse than Evans does everytime she calls him insufferable.”

James’s face turned red and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out which was natural at the mention of Lily Evans.

Peter shook his head as he began to clean up the game. “Where’s the fun in that? It isn’t my fault that James is horrible at the game-”

“Now you both are just being mean,” James grumbled, moving off of Peter’s bed where the two had been playing chess and went to sit beside Sirius on the windowsill.

“-plus,” Peter continued, “he’s the only other person that I can play with whenever Remus isn’t here. Madame Pomfrey won’t let me visit him in the hospital wing so I can play against him.”

Sirius turned his head to look back out the window. It was a clear night out, with stars visible and the moon shining that Sirius couldn’t help but briefly admire. It was late but luckily for the boys they had no classes the next day.

“He’s sick again?” Sirius asked, breaking the few seconds of silence.

“I saw him leaving dinner early and he said he wasn’t feeling well or something,” James said with a nod, pushing his glasses up his nose. “He’s sick like every month. I worry about him. He looks so… worn after he gets back from the hospital wing.”

Sirius tore his gaze away from the window, considering James curiously. “Do you think he might be dying?” he asked, not giving the question a second thought.

James shot Sirius a look. “Well, I hope not.”

Sirius laughed, letting his hands up in exasperation. “I’m only asking! I mean you said it yourself, he comes in exhausted after a night in the hospital wing and like he came back from some war.”

“I didn’t mean that I thought he was dying though.”

“Maybe he’s turning into a werewolf,” Peter said, sitting himself in front of the two boys on the floor.

Sirius could only roll his eyes. “That’s not even a little funny, Pettgrew.”

Peter scoffed and rolled his own eyes in return. “At least mine has some merit.”

“No it doesn’t,” Sirius said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sirius watched at the corner of his eye as James turned his head to look out the window before he said, “Well, it is the full moon.”

“See?” Peter said with a small laugh, relishing in the fact he did have something to back up his ridiculous claim.

Ridiculous as it was though, Sirius found his head turning to look back out the window, his eyes once again landing on the bright moon that was shining in the sky. He squinted at it suspiciously.

“Huh,” Sirius said after a moment, letting the thought actually sit in his head for longer than a second.

Silence fell between the three boys, their eyes trailing the moon that was in their line of sight from the Gryffindor tower. It was pretty that night and Sirius found his eyes falling from the moon to look over the Hogwarts grounds like he was going to spot something moving, something that maybe would explain…

“You know,” Sirius mumbled, “he is sick a lot.”

“At least once a month,” James offered.

“And he has scars,” Peter said.

Sirius grinned at that. “Bloody cool scars.”

Silence fell over the three boys again and they turned their heads to look between one another. It was right there.

“He did miss that astronomy class last month,” James said, a grin creeping up on his face. “Remember?”

“You mean,” Peter said, his eyes widening a bit and Sirius could swear he was also biting back a smile, “the one we did during the-”

“Full moon,” the three second years finished in unison.

They let themselves break into grins, the mischievous kind, the kind that said they knew something that everyone else did not.

“Lads,” Sirius said, clapping his hands together. “I think we cracked it.”

—-

Remus Lupin desperately needed a nap.

Madame Pomfrey offered for him to stay for the day and catch up on sleep in the hospital wing but Remus had politely declined her offer. He never felt comfortable in there no matter how many times he had been in there, it felt like it was too easy for anyone to find him and end up asking questions that Remus still couldn’t think of a straight answer for. It was already bad enough that the second year Gryffindor boys Remus’ had to share a dorm with her practically Daily Prophet reporters based on how often they needed to ask Remus what he was up to, he didn’t need others on his heels either.

To be fair, it was mostly Sirius Black who was in Remus's case.

When Remus arrived at the dorm, he was mildly surprised to see the three of them in there and playing exploding snaps. Their heads immediately snapping up in unison as they looked to Remus with grins that he sadly recognized all too well after the time they had spent together in the same house.

Remus let the door close behind him and said a firm “No,” before moving towards his bed.

That prompted something from Sirius (Remus was learning slowly that his words always prompted something in response from Sirius Black). “We didn’t even say anything!”

Remus let out a sigh and held back a wince of pain as he sat on his bed. His body was bruised a little more than usual that day. Full moons and transforming were always a pain for Remus and he knew they were never going to get any easier but today was… ugh.

“You don’t have to,” Remus said, not meeting any of their intense gazes. “You three have the same face whenever you have an idea in your head.”

Sirius, Remus sighed, got up from where he had been sitting on the ground and joined the young Gryffindor on his bed, jumping onto it. “And what terrible idea do you think might be in our heads, hm?”

Lupin bit back a smile. “You’re the one who said it was terrible.”

James and Peter snickered from where they sat on the ground, ending their game. James and Peter moved to join Remus and Sirius on the bed.

Merlin, Remus thought as he stifled a yawn. He really wanted that nap.

“You’re too easy to read, Black,” James said grinning at his best friend.

“This isn't even about the prank against Snivellus!” Sirius said quickly, still grinning. “Which, for your information Lupin, when we do get to discussing my plan, it is actually brilliant. You just have to see the vision. Imagine the greasy git with,” Sirius held out his hands dramatically, making them shake like they were sparklers, “pink hair.”

Remus laughed softly under his breath. “I’d prefer not to,” he muttered and rubbed his eyes. “Look, I would love to help you guys plan but I am beat.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sirius prodded Remus’s cheek just as the young boy was going to let himself drift off to sleep even if the boys were talking over him (it wouldn’t have been a first). “I promise this isn’t about that prank though. Come on. Up.”

When Remus dropped his hands, he found the three boys looking over at him. Remus looked between the three of them, his eyes landing on Sirius’s light colored eyes last. “What?”

Sirius’s grin only further widened. “We,” Sirius said slowly, “know your secret.”

It took everything in Remus’s body to not react. To not panic. “Black, it’s no secret that I would like to sleep in some more before I have to deal with you yelling in my ear.”

“Not that,” James said with a laugh. “He means…” his eyes flicked between the other two boys on Remus’s bed, “the other thing.”

Panic was settling into Remus’s gut. Before he could get a word out, he was startled by Sirius grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him with the most maniacal grin Remus had ever seen him wear.

“You’re a werewolf aren’t you?” Sirius blurted out “It’s okay if you can’t say it or something but you should blink once if yes though.”

Remus moved quickly away from the three boys he considered his friends, nearly falling off his bed in the process. He didn’t even need to say anything and knew he had messed up somewhere along the way. How did they figure out he was? There shouldn’t have been a way-

“Woah, Lupin,” Potter called out. Remus didn’t even realize he was swaying until James was standing in front of him, his hands on Remus’s shoulders to steady him. His eyes bore into Remus with concern now. “Deep breaths. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

That almost got a laugh out of Remus. “You’re not gonna hurt me?” Remus breathed in shakily, shaking his head but he didn’t move away from James, not even when Sirius and Peter came over to the two of them, both standing on either side of him. “I should-”

“Be the one saying that to us?” Sirius said. He was still smiling like there wasn’t a care in the world and Remus never knew how he did it. “We already know that.”

“How?” Remus blurted out with a shake of his head. “How did you find out?”

“Well last night was the full moon,” James said, shooting a sideways glance to Sirius who was still grinning.

Sirius seemed a bit disgruntled by this fact. “Peter was the one who figured it out though. Took him too long to connect the dots in my opinion…”

Peter looked offended by this. “Well at least I figured it out. You just thought he was probably dying-”

Remus forced himself out of his head at those words. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe, harder to swallow. He shot a look at Peter then whipped his head to Sirius. “Why did you think I was dying?”

Sirius blinked, looking at Remus. “You’re always gone,” he said so easily, like that made much sense. Remus couldn’t think of a good enough argument though.

“You look like a ghost, Lupin,” James said. His voice had gone surprisingly soft. There was a hint of worry in his gaze that oddly enough was something that was calming Remus down. Though, he couldn’t say why or how. “We’re not upset, you know.”

“I-” Remus stuttered out, taking a step back from the boys. “What about scared?”

“Well…” James shared a look with the other two, one that Remus could read because he had been around them all enough to know exactly where their thoughts were, “we’re still here aren’t we?”

“And obviously we won’t tell anyone.” This was Sirius who had crossed his arms over his chest. “We already swore and everything.”

James and Peter nodded, verifying Sirius’ words.

“You… swore?” Remus asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Obviously,” Sirius said. He grinned that grin that was so ridiculously contagious most of the time but Remus couldn’t bring himself to return it. His anxiety was slowly settling. It shouldn’t have but these boys - his friends - had that weird effect on him. “If anyone spills it then they’re shunned - and we’ll probably kill them. Pettigrew doesn’t think he can handle a murder though so we’ll stick with shunning for now until we change his mind.”

James slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder with that grin that mirrored Sirius’. “And you know we’ll change his mind. We know Peter here is as evil as they come even if he won’t admit it yet.”

Peter grumbled something under his breath but Remus noted his lips quirking up anyway.

It took Remus a ten count before he could blurt out, “Why though?”

“Why what?” Sirius sighed.

“Why keep it a secret?” Remus shook his head. It didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t believe they were still in the same room with him. “You know what werewolves are don’t you?”

Sirius barked a laugh then looked between James and Peter. “He thinks he doesn’t know what werewolves are. Can you believe him?”

“What do you take us for, Lupin?” James asked.

“Honestly?” Peter grinned slowly, getting back into the groove of the conversation.

“Okay,” Remus huffed, “then why?”

“Because we’re your friends,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “We just wanted you to know so you don’t have to keep lying to us about where you run off to every month.”

“Which,” Peter, “we still don’t really know where you go every month...”

“Baby steps, Pettigrew.” Sirius said with a light flick of Peter’s ear, making Peter swat his hand away in retaliation. “Plus, Lupin did say he was beat. You should rest up. Sure you had a long night.”

Remus scoffed, unable to stop a stupidly giddy sort of smile from coming on his lips. “You lot act like I will be able to get any sort of rest after this conversation.”

James’ eyes lit up. “Brilliant, you can help us then. Sirius came up with this brilliant idea yesterday after dinner that we could sneak a hair color changing potion from Zonko’s into Snivellus’ dinner - I was thinking the color red would look good but I think he might enjoy that too much because of his obsession with Evans. Which I must say-”

Remus couldn’t bite back the smile as he watched James walk back to his bed, rambling on and on. Remus glanced over at Sirius who was still standing nearby and gave Remus a smile and a half shrug like he was saying “what can you do?” before moving to return to his own bed.

Remus could only sigh as he sat on the edge of his own bed, his lids still heavy with exhaustion but something else fluttered in him that he knew would not let him rest. Not yet at least.

He couldn’t do anything about that either.

[ape-apocalypse]

Road To The Kingdom - Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes Film

I remember seeing the trailers for Rise of the Planet of the Apes, shaking my head at yet another remake of a long-ago franchise. In 2011, we were hearing rumors of a new Spider-Man coming to replace Tobey Maguire and now I was looking at Harry, son of the Green Goblin, becoming a scientist and creating a drug to make apes smarter. On the other hand, Andy Serkis was getting a main role, more screen time than Gollum in Lord of the Rings, where I adored him and was eager to see him again. I was going in with some hesitation but decided to just turn my brain off for a summer action movie. 

I was surprised with how much I enjoyed Rise. Many fans seem to put this as their least favorite of the reboot trilogy. I can understand why; it doesn't have nearly as much action as Dawn or War and runs at a slower pace. But what it did have was fantastic character building in Caesar, which is needed in this trilogy. I would not be as engaged with these movies if I didn't love Caesar. Seeing him start as a little baby with his human family living a carefree youth, and then grow into a mature ape questioning his place in the world really filled out his character. He could have easily just been a random lab chimp who got smarter but I think the slow-build really fleshes him out. You empathize with him when he protects James Franco's father to the point of biting a neighbor. The human world completely turns on him and Caesar is forced to realize his true nature as an ape. 

Andy Serkis is truly allowed to shine in this role. Gollum was fun and had the two different sides to play with but there is such a powerful subtlety to this performance. Though Caesar can sign, it's mostly not translated into subtitles; only in two conversations with Maurice does the audience get a translation. The majority of the film and Caesar's story is carried out entirely through his expressions, gestures, and body language. Look at the tall confident walk he has when directing Rocket to give cookies to the other apes. The heartbreak I felt as Caesar's expression falls when his human family says he can't go home. The wordless fury when Buck the gorilla sacrifices himself on the bridge to bring down the helicopter and save the escaping apes. Even when the story can get bogged down a bit in the constant science explanations, I immediately perk up when the focus switches back to Caesar and can soak in the incredible performance of Andy Serkis.

Rise is much less action filled than its sequel films because it has to cover a lot as set up for the apocalypse to come. That set up is good, but again the science is a lot and can be a bore. However I think the pay off works. The horror of a simple graphic of the Earth, where one line splits and becomes many more, spreading across the planet, was very effective for me. I've heard people who didn't like that the apocalypse that destroys the human race is done in the credits, that it feels more like an afterthought. But for me, I think it was a powerful hook. Halfway through watching the film for the first time, I'd forgotten that this was Rise of the PLANET of the Apes. So I was excited for Caesar and his apes to escape, just happy that they'd gotten their freedom. Then the sick pilot and the spreading sickness animation hit me like a ton of bricks like "Oh shit, I forgot the humans have to die for the ape world to happen!" This probably didn't happen for everyone, especially those familiar with the original movies, but I liked the ending, undercutting the triumph of the apes with the doom of humanity.

Other than Will and his father Charles, the rest of the human cast is mostly forgettable, servicing the story where needed. Tom Felton of Harry Potter fame is a bit fun in his over-the-top hatred of the apes. When he gets to say the iconic "get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape", my movie theater laughed at how forced the line felt, which I'm sure was not the intention. The weirdness of the line was swallowed up by the excitement of Caesar speaking for the first time and leading the apes out of the shelter, but I still remember the laughter of the audience when rewatching this movie. 

Overall, I think it's a great start to the series. Not the most exciting of the films, definitely dragged down by a lot of science exposition and unremarkable human characters, but a good intro to the world, setting up the apocalypse and making you root for a bunch of apes over the humans. You probably could jump directly into Dawn and War if you wanted, just knowing that humanity was wiped out by an illness that made apes smarter and Caesar is the leader, but I think getting to know Caesar makes it worth a watch before the more exciting films.

(Note that this is the only movie in this trilogy that does not have a novelization, likely because it was the first film and they didn't know how well the trilogy would do. It's a shame because I would have loved to read the thoughts of Caesar finding his place among both humans and apes.)

Intro / Next

[theleslistuff]

Day 3 of OC/Alternative versions

Andy- Tears and blood au

(Alternative universe of the fanfic: My brother is a ghost by DarkFoxKit)

In this dimension the ancients decide how the world should be shaped, what beings are worth their time, 4 are essential; Life, Death, Destiny and Time.

But one that is many will be always above them;

The observants

And they heard a mare mortal and for more humiliation... A mortal child was the champion to take away their power, so they did what was forbidden:

They cheated

They destroyed the original story to make the ancients cease and desist from their foolish plan of getting rid of them, Time had faith in his champion but as the years pass by, he knows they completely broke him, this version is just a hollow shell of what his champion should have been...

So Clockwork will no longer waste time with this version of Andy, he just looks at him sometimes because he feels pity, it's not like he can hurt anyone like this...

He doesn't know I can destroy them all!.

Description;

-The smallest twin by seconds away, the tallest twin, he's the smallest brother

-In this dimension both Andy and Danny have a mid name; Andrew Alexander Fenton and Daniel James Fenton

-Andy in this dimension has paranoid schizophrenia but has this symptoms: anhedonia, delirious ideas of persecution, auditive hallucinations, isolation, delirious ideas of damage.

-Tendency to overreact, hates to be dismissed because of his condition

-Negates he has this condition and tries to be functional but without a proper help other than his father giving him the medicine, he struggles to socialize and focus

-For practical/illustrative effects auditive hallucinations/episodes of delirious ideas will be represented by this creature;

-in the meantime it will mean something else

Relationships;

Danny: The most significant one in his life, he's his anchor, he's his best friend and confident, he feels comfort, he feels save... Or so it was until his parents told them about his sickness, since then he feels Danny treated him differently... More than love, it feels like he has pity for him and treats him like a dumb child, this escalated so much that when Danny began to drift away because of his ghost powers... He no longer feels sorrow..., he feels... Anger and wants to prove himself he should still be important to Danny..., that he is not a burden and can still be trusted, because he feels... Despite his denial... The sickness is getting worse and he believes Danny when he tells him he is hallucinating Phantom.

Sam: A former A Lister that turned into his brother's friend because "he's cute", he knows this version of Sam is still an A Lister and is on both sides, also that she finds entertaining his brother's ways to impress her, she admitted her true nature to Andy, no one believes him on this...

Tucker: You don't mess with me, I don't mess with you relationship, but he's kinda jealous Danny likes to hang out more with him than Andy since both knew about the sickness.

Jazz: He used to admire her and look up on her, but since he broke her favorite plush in an incident, he knows she hates him for this, he wants to mend that toy, but that plush provoked his phobia to plushies.

Jack: He avoids him like the plague, Andy feels he's scared of him (or who he reminds him of).

Maddie: He liked to hang out with Danny and her but since his diagnosis in the incident... He feels more than her pet rather than her son, she's the one that dismisses everything he says the most..., sometimes feeling like he talks to a wall when he talks to her...

Wes: Getting to know each other, he doesn't understand why an A Lister wants to hang out with him he doesn't mind since Wes is quickly becoming a friend since they support each other's ideas, it feels almost like he doesn't look at him as a sickness but more than a real person.

Other people: doesn't know, doesn't care

The incident

Jack, Maddie, Danny and Jazz had to leave the house for a couple of hours to get Danny for a dentist appointment and Jazz to finish a homework in the library, Andy could not leave the house because he had a flu.

In the time he was alone a strange intruder invaded their home... It was his uncle Liam.

The toddler has never seen or heard anything about this man, naturally he was scared when he saw the man approach him with a butcher's knife in his hand.

He rushed to hide away in his bedroom but the man could not be stopped as he grabbed the boy by his neck and was about to stab him as he repeatedly called him hurtful things.

"Monster", " Beast", "I will not let you harm my family", " Let the blood of other's damn you sadistic king"

Andy could not comprehend what was even happening and something inside his little brain tried to scape by looking away and accepting his fate... His sight just registered one thing...

Jazz's favorite toy Bearbert Einstein...

He didn't registered when his father came to save him or his mother reassuring him.

His mind distorted the memory into a killer teddy bear with a chainsaw trying to kill him, he cried and screamed as his mind failed to register what happened and made him go straight to thorn that toy with his bare hands, a childish way to claim a victory over his aggressor...

Jazz was broken, a 10 year old girl watching her most precious possession thorn into pieces in front of her by her little brother presenting an almost animal-like behavior..., and when their parents explained what happened as Andy could not snap out of his shock and uncle Liam was being taken away snarling and struggling to get free and finish what he came for like a savage beast, Jazz doesn't want to have anything to do with psychology... Never again.

Jack didn't want to take Andy to a doctor, his brother Liam never recovered with a proper treatment..., so, why would Andy be any different?...

They just medicated him with his uncle's medicine as they try to accept their son will be gone soon.

[z-eel]

i hope you went to the gym and had a better time than regulus does with james at least and i’m laughing at the reminder

would peter destroying regulus and then putting him back together completely worked? no! but would it at least be BETTER? probably. it’s just nice that now regulus never feels so much like himself than when he’s in peter’s arms (whimpering and crying and grinding down on him)

jegulus gym buddies would be SO funny. james pushes regulus of course but it would make james endlessly mad that regulus can run faster than him on the treadmill. he still has yet to beat him.

i can just see regulus trying to take thirst traps for peter and james going oh progress pics together! regulus has to tell him very plainly to get the fuck out of his picture it’s for peter. sometimes james sends his thirst traps to the marauders group chat for rating (because he’s ridiculous like that) and peter is like and who is that hottie behind you 👀 it’s always regulus looking annoyed and sweaty

we NEED to revisit the nudes and exhibitionism all the time because i can so see regulus sending peter all sorts of pictures while peter’s at work. some days it’s just a little smiling selfie or when he’s snug in bed saying “miss you baby :(“ and other days it starts with pictures of him pouting and peter knows he’s in for a horrible (horny) day. he escalates the level of nudity slowly throughout the day. he loves to wear peter’s shirts in them and on some (insane) days regulus sends pictures of himself with peter’s dirty underwear shoved in his mouth. peter goes fucking crazy for it all. both of them love the risk of one of peter’s coworkers seeing regulus over his shoulder or something.

-💫🐀

i did not have a better time than Regulus, in fact i was Regulus, my gym buddy is very much the James Potter its did not ask for.

i can confidently say Regulus takes his thirst traps with the mirrors in the bathroom while James take them with the mirror infornt of the weights. and Regulus is annoyed and tired because he just finished his set and is waiting for James to finish to that he can get on with the workout. (James seems like the type to be at the gym for just under two hours)

and i will gladly circle back to the nudes and exhibition kink. like I said before Regulus is a tease, and likes to tell a story with his nudes (he doesn't have much to do, rich boy, and rich boy problems ya know)

Regulus would tease the fuck out his nudes, and he'd be strategic about it too. he love to listen to Peter talk about work because he can get valuable information, so on days he knows Peter is just stressing out he'll send a pitcher with his hand down his underwear and a 'thinking about you 😘'

and when Peter had some important meeting or something Peter's phone is just going off every few minutes and it just a combination of pictures and audio clips of Regulus fucking himself on the stap on he used on Peter the other night, (Peter has to exuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom)

Regulus feels very accomplished when he receives a video of Peter of trying to hold his moans back as he's coming in hand after the show Regulus gave him.

[caradecema]

Half A Heart Of Green and Gold

Part: 8

SUMMARY: Gemma Crouch, Slytherin's finest and Sirius Black's longtime best mate, has a habit of flirting like it's a sport-especially with him.

Everyone sees the tension but them.

Lily and Remus are done waiting.

James is taking bets.

And Hogwarts is holding its breath to see if the hottest duo finally stops pretending they're just friends.

(Sirius Black x OC)

.·:*¨༺༻¨*:·.

Hogsmeade mornings were always the same—bright-eyed couples heading out in pairs, cloaks pulled tight against the brisk wind, hands brushing "accidentally" on purpose. It was the kind of day meant for holding hands, stealing sips of butterbeer, and walking just a little too close.

Which, of course, made it perfect for utterly destroying Sirius Black.

Gemma took her time that morning, her curls soft and windswept, red eyes lined in smoky charm. She wore her usual green scarf, but with her Slytherin robes slung open over a black fitted jumper and tall boots that clacked with every step of pure, confident chaos.

She walked into the courtyard like she owned it.

And Sirius—who'd been trying not to look around for her—saw her immediately.

"Bloody hell," James muttered beside him. "You sure she's not a veela?"

"She's worse," Remus replied. "She knows exactly what she's doing."

Sirius didn't speak. His mouth was a little dry.

Then, to his horror, she looped her arm through Caleb's.

Of course, he was there—grinning, chatting easily with her, like he belonged in the same frame. Gemma laughed at something he said and tilted her head up toward him, red eyes gleaming, and Sirius just about growled.

"Gemma!" Lily called, waving her over from beside the Three Broomsticks. "There you are."

Gemma shot her a look that said I hope your plan's working, before turning to Caleb and smiling sweetly. "I'll catch you later, alright?"

Caleb nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face like he hadn't just signed his own death certificate, and walked off.

Sirius didn't even try to hide his glare.

Gemma turned back to them, completely unbothered. "Sorry I'm late," she said, brushing past Sirius deliberately as she joined the group.

Peter looked between them with wide eyes. "Are... you and Caleb...?"

Gemma blinked. "What about him?"

Sirius scoffed. "Right. Like that's not a performance."

"Would you rather I not pretend?" she said, batting her lashes at him. "I can make it real, if you'd prefer."

Lily stepped in before Sirius could explode. "Alright, lovebirds, cool the sexual tension. We've got chocolate to eat."

The day passed in a blur of tension and teasing. They went from shop to shop—Honeydukes, Zonko's, Gladrags—with the group mostly sticking together, but Sirius and Gemma somehow always circling each other like two wolves sizing each other up.

At one point, Sirius tried to buy her a sugar quill. She just smirked, licked it slowly in front of him, and handed it to Caleb, who'd reappeared at some point with truly terrible timing.

By the time they hit the Three Broomsticks, Sirius looked like he might spontaneously combust.

They took a booth toward the back, and of course, Gemma slid in beside Caleb—only for Lily to shoot her a look, and she sighed dramatically, standing again.

"Switch seats with me, would you?" she asked Caleb sweetly.

He shrugged and stood, and Sirius blinked as she sat right beside him instead, not saying a word—just casually brushing her thigh against his under the table.

He cleared his throat. "Comfortable?"

"Very."

"You're playing a dangerous game."

"Are you playing too?" she asked, turning her head slowly toward him.

Sirius met her eyes. "Always."

Their drinks arrived. Butterbeer for the others, firewhisky for Gemma—because of course—and she took a long sip before resting her chin on her hand and watching him with a smirk.

"So what would you have done," she murmured, "if I'd said yes to her?"

Sirius frowned. "What?"

"That girl," she said. "The one who asked you to Hogsmeade before. If I hadn't interrupted."

Sirius leaned closer, voice low. "I would've said no. And then I would've found you. And asked you."

Gemma's smirk faded slightly.

There it was again—that little shift in his tone, that softness behind the flirtation that made her heart twist. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn't come.

For a second, they just looked at each other.

Then someone spilled their drink, and the moment shattered like glass.

Later, after they'd made their way back up to the castle, Gemma was quiet as they walked—shoulder brushing Sirius's every few steps. He still carried her bag, because of course he did.

Just as they reached the staircase leading down to the dungeons, she stopped.

"Hey," she said, looking at him, her voice lower than before.

He turned, watching her carefully.

She hesitated—actually hesitated—and he could see the conflict in her eyes.

"Thanks," she said finally. "For today."

Sirius smiled. "Anytime, Gem."

Then, before either of them could say anything else, that bloody girl appeared again—blocking their path like a damn curse.

"Sirius!" she said, beaming. "So... are you free next weekend?"

Gemma didn't speak. Her eye twitched again, a familiar pulse of possessiveness rising in her throat. The audacity.

Sirius blinked. "Actually—"

"We are," Gemma cut in, stepping closer and slipping her arm into his. "Very taken. Thanks."

Then she guided him down the stairs without a single glance back.

Sirius was grinning the entire way to the Slytherin entrance. He left soon after not wanting to get caught by the damn prefect and have detention for another week straight.

It hadn't been an hour since Sirius left back to his common room when Gemma grew bored and chose to sneak out.

The castle was quiet at night, the kind of silence that made the shadows stretch a little longer and the staircases creak like they had secrets to keep.

Gemma didn't mind the quiet. She thrived in it.

She padded barefoot down the corridor, boots in one hand, the other resting lightly on the hilt of her wand in case Filch or Mrs. Norris decided to make a surprise appearance. Her green-and-black tie was loosened and the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up, the look of someone who didn't care she was breaking at least five rules.

She didn't even knock when she reached the Gryffindor common room.

The Fat Lady gave her a look.

"Password?"

Gemma tilted her head. "You know who I'm here for."

The portrait huffed, but opened.

Inside, the common room was warm with a low fire still burning in the hearth. Most students were asleep, save for a few stragglers whispering over chessboards or sprawled out reading. But she didn't care about them.

Sirius was draped lazily over one of the couches, an open book propped on his chest (which she knew damn well he wasn't reading). He looked up the second she walked in—like he'd been waiting for her.

"Gem."

"Sirius."

He sat up slowly, the corners of his mouth tugging into that lazy smile. "Late night stroll?"

"I was bored," she replied, stepping closer. "Figured I'd come annoy you."

"I live for your annoyances," he said, patting the space beside him. "Sit."

She did—her thigh pressed lightly to his—and they sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, the firelight casting soft gold across their faces.

"Nice save earlier," Sirius murmured. "With the girl."

"Nice restraint," she said back. "Didn't think you had it in you."

He smirked. "I was trying to behave."

Gemma rolled her eyes and nudged his knee with hers. "Since when do you behave?"

"Since you started showing up with bloody Ravenclaws on your arm."

Gemma arched a brow. "Jealous?"

He met her gaze, his voice quiet but firm. "Obviously."

She blinked.

There it was again—that tone. Not teasing. Not playful. Just... honest.

And for the second time in two days, Gemma found herself speechless.

Before she could formulate a reply, Sirius moved. Slowly, deliberately, he brushed a curl from her face, his fingers trailing against her cheek, light enough to be mistaken for an accident if she didn't know him so well.

"Why do you do it?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"Mess with me," he said, barely above a whisper. "Look at me like that. Touch me like that. Then vanish before I can say what I'm really thinking."

Gemma swallowed. "Maybe I don't want to know what you're thinking."

"I think you do."

He was closer now, and she didn't know when it had happened—but his face was inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat.

"Sirius..."

"Say stop."

She didn't.

But she also didn't move.

They hovered like that for one long moment—too close, too dangerous, too much. It would take one breath, one twitch, and this entire thing would go up in flames.

Then footsteps echoed from the staircase.

They sprang apart like they'd been hit with a stinging hex, Sirius running a hand through his hair and Gemma suddenly very interested in the fire.

James appeared, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Oi, Gemma? I think you've got Peter's socks on."

She looked down. "...Shit."

Sirius barked a laugh, and the tension shattered instantly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Black," she said as she stood.

He caught her wrist before she could leave. "Same time next week?"

She leaned down, kissed his temple—his this time—and whispered, "If you're lucky."

Then she was gone.

And Sirius was left grinning like an idiot, already counting the hours.

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[fanfictionroxs]

One of my favorite headcanons is that Lily has some of the highest body counts in the Order.

She has been using the killing curse since she was 16. The first time Lily killed someone with it was after her friendship breakup with Sev. She was so angry, so full of rage at the discrimination that her kind was subjected to, so hateful at losing her first connection to magic to shitty prejudices. Lily is just in her 6th year then, but she feels like she's aged years from the loneliness and yet gone back to being a lonely child cursed as a freak by her sister. And the Avada leaves her wand and there's a dead pureblood at her feet, mouth still open to call her a mudblood.

While on the battlefield, most of the deaths she causes are with simple curses, handy little potion vials she made herself that disappear without leaving any traces and (very rarely) plain old muggle knives. James keeps hiding the bodies and destroying evidence so that no one, not even the Order, finds out that his wife is crazy lol. But he very much supports her because no one deserves to get away with some blood supremacist murder than muggleborns. And he knows that Lily doesn't delight in the killings, doesn't even like the killing curse. He hears her confide in Mary how easily the spell comes to her. How she just has to think of her first ever magical friend calling her a mudblood and the curse escapes her wand without her even calling for it. James should feel afraid, but he only waits for her in their bed and hugs her close. He feels Lily's hands crawl up his shirt to rest on his heart. She tells him how his acceptance, his love for all parts of her, muggle and witch, means everything to her. It reminds her how the world isn't all prejudice and war.

However, Lily knows that every living Death Eater means more of her kind murdered, more of her parent's, her sister's kind murdered. And so she makes it a point to leave a few less living breathing Death Eaters in this world every time she's in the battlefield. Behind her all encompassing love for the ones who are hers completely, there's a very vicious woman who's willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe, to keep herself safe.

[morganablack]

Remus Lupin raised himself, fight me on this

Okay, I might be projecting here (definitely am)

But

I headcanon that Remus raised himself. Like, after he was bitten, Lyall completely detached himself from his own family and Hope was to heartbroken to do anything else other than cry and always apologise to Remus.

So he learned to raise himself

He tracked when the next full moon was coming

He cooked when his mom couldn’t get out of bed and went to feed her

He cleaned when Lyall was gone far too long

He checked the bills

He even washed all the laundry and ironed it for his parents

And he was 5 years old dammit

He learned to raise himself and his parents cause no one else would

And now in adulthood gimme anxiety Remus

Remus that takes care of everybody cause its his love language

Remus that arranges James Quidditch gear after a game and he is too tired to do it himself

Remus that always make sure to have a snack with him cause if Peter doesn’t eat he gets dizzy and might faint (the first time Peter fainted, even tho he was fine and reassured everyone that everything was alright, Remus cried for days cause he felt like he failed his only family)

Remus that always hugs Sirius and tells him how beautiful he is, how wonderful, that he loves him so fricking much cause he knows Walburga destroyed his self confidence ( Sirius told him so one night when they were together in bed and Remus vowed there and then to at least praise him everyday, even for the most banal things and to always touch him cause Sirius love language is touch and he must prove that he loves him back)

Remus Lupin raised himself and everyone around him

[pearljam0]

Hai everyone idk what to name yhis give me suggestions plspsl

This is part 1!!

November 7th 1983

Dave and James always had a happy life these last 2 years, they met back in 1981, when Metallica debuted, and they really hit it off, sharing drinks together, laughing, and rocking out small venues until Kill Em All officially made it big. James adored the affection and attention from fans, something Dave was never an expert at giving him, even if he begged for it. Dave on the other hand, despised the attention James was getting. What, were they trying to take him away from Dave? Well that just won't do, he decided to talk to James, figure out how to make him happy without all of that…. affectionate stuff..

  As they were setting up equipment to play for a crowd, not too big but then again it was 4,000 people, Dave got more anxious by the minute, hoping this conversation would ease his worries. He pulled James’ sleeve, attempting to sway his attention from the dark curly haired boy he was so interested in talking to.. “Hey James? I kind of need to talk to you.. It’s.. urgent..” he muttered, slightly afraid of the response he would receive in return. “Uh.. sure.” James coldly replied, staring daggers into Dave, eating away at any confidence he had. “So.. um.. I’ve been needing to ask yo- ""JAMES!! C’MERE AND LOOK AT THIS!!” the dark curly haired boy called, if not, yelped out to James, and just like that, his attention was immediately stripped from Dave to this kid. 

 “Wait-” he tried to grasp the little window of James listening to him, all to no avail,he immediately darted to the boy, smiling as soon as he saw him. “Hey man, you ready?” Cliff asked Dave, “yep. Never been more ready.” he coldly responded, and just as Cliff was about to walk away, Dave grabbed his arm “hey, wait, who is that kid James is talking to?” Cliff glanced around until his eyes landed on them “oh, him? His name is Kirk Hammett, he’s the guitarist of Exodus, him and James have been talking a bit. Not too sure what’s up about them.” Dave stared at Cliff “alright. Let's just get ready.” Cliff simply nodded and picked his bass back up to do more tuning and sound checking.

 Dave strummed his guitar with all of the anger he felt, how the hell could James just forget about him?? He continued to tune his guitar until Lars exclaimed “Hey dude! Watch out your strings are about to snap!” he laughed, his accent heavier than usual thanks to all of the alcohol in his system. “I know. Shut up and play your drums.” Dave barked at him as the room went silent, tension hanging in the air.

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  The performance started, breathing life into the dead crowd in front of them, long hair whipped around as denim jackets and pants clashed together, hundreds of different band shirts visible to see all of the fans they have connected to, black metal, thrash, classic, you name it, it was there in that crowd. As the band came on stage and introduced themselves, moreso James introduced them all. “Welcome to our first show here in Seattle, I am James Hetfield, Guitarist and Vocalist, the Danish idiot behind me is Lars Ulrich, and the handsome fella on my right is Cliff Burton, and we are METALLICA!!!” ..what the fuck?? He completely dismissed Dave as a guitarist, completely forgotten as a member at all. He decided to play as hard and loud as he could, channeling his anger into his guitar.

  As the lights dimmed, Seek & Destroy started, Dave immediately outdid James, seething and pushing all of his hate into his riffs. He shared a menacing stare-off with him, tension rising and music getting faster and louder, allthough it should have hurt his ears, he went deaf, hearing nothing but his hate for James and wishing he never even joined this stupid band in the first place. The crowd went insane watching the scene unfold, knowing nothing about the animosity building between the two guitarists, throwing each other around, crowd surfing, beating each other, and just going senseless.

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“Dave what the fuck was that?! You totally ruined the song with your shitty add-ins!!” James taunted, shoving Dave back a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about James.” he slipped a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it quickly before looking around the street outside of the bar. “I only helped ya, can’t even play your own part, pretty sad.” Dave chuckled, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing it right by James’ face. “Why don’t you go ahead and get drunk Dave, go find yourself a hotel and shut up for once.” James pushed his hair back and walked away, leaving Dave alone at a bar that was shitty, overpriced, and far from the house.

 He looked around, scouting to see if he knew anyone, trying to get his mind off of James. He spotted that Exodus kid, Kirk Hammett, maybe he could try to get him to stay away from James. Dave hurriedly walked towards him, shoving and shoulder checking everyone, his fiery hair blowing with the speed of his steps. As he got over to Kirk, he realized he towered over him, being 6 feet tall he stood almost a head above him, he was probably around Lars’ height. 

 Kirk was laughing with a girl, probably a random chick he found, and as he turned to see the eyes he felt gawking into the back of his head, his own shot wide open and he looked like he saw a ghost. “H-hey man what’s up?” he squeaked out as his stomach churned, looking at Dave. “How do you know James?” he asked with no hesitation or fear. “Oh! James.. I um.. I know him because we actually met around here, just friends, nothing else..” he hesitantly responded, but Dave saw right through his bullshit. “Cut the crap and tell me how the hell you know him.” Kirk looked around, “not here.” he grabbed Dave and walked him outside, looking around before admitting his lie. “Alright. I met James at a debut show back in July. We hit it off, shared a few drinks, one thing led to another and he asked me out. I haven’t seen or heard from him since June so I’m not too sure at this point what we are anymore..” so James was cheating, and as mad as he should be, he kind of felt bad for the kid, he looked nice.

  “He hasn’t been himself, know why?” Dave questioned, his eyes never leaving Kirks. “No, but you are kind of right now that i think of it, ever since he came back here he’s been tense,” he sighed “but I guess it’s probably just because this is his first concert here in Seattle, hopefully he’ll go back to the old James soon.” he smiled, his crooked teeth visible. There was no way James actually hid him from Kirk for almost 4 months, he seems so clingy to Kirk it’s sickening. “I was asking because James and I have been together for a year. Since January back in ‘82.” Kirk went white as a ghost the moment those words left Dave's mouth. “N-no way.. Me and James… we..” he looked around with tears welting in his eyes, disbelief, hurt, grief, anger, everything hitting him at once all while Dave just watched with sympathy.

  Kirk looked up at Dave, tears falling down his face as he sighed. “Is that why he skipped introducing you tonight back at the venue?” Dave looked at him “Honestly, I don’t know what the hell that was about, I tried talking to him before the show but you grabbed his attention before I could.” he cracked a light hearted smile to show he wasn’t angry at the guy, “but my name is Dave Mustaine.” Kirk laughed “I’m sorry I just had to show him a comic I just got,” he wiped his face “I don’t want to go back to his house tonight Dave, I have nowhere to go.” Dave looked around. “We live in the same house with Lars and Cliff, come back with me you can crash in my room I’ll sleep on the couch, just lock the door and get me when you’re up.” he kicked his leg off of the wall and started walking. Kirk followed closely behind trying to convince Dave he was fine and could just get a hotel, but Dave wasn’t having any of it, so he just shut up and followed him.

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I hope you guys like part one, the dates are changed because i wanted it to make sense because of the time KEM was released,,

If you have any suggestions let me know! Im not too confident with my writing so i have no clue if its bad or good,,, I have a lot of the story ready i just want to upload them in parts because i feel like itd make it way more sense (cliffhangers) and it would be easier to keep up with

BASIC SUMMARY IN CASE YOURE CONFUSED!!

Dave and James were dating since January 1982, but James met Kirk at a debut show in July 1983, and they started dating, Kirk and Dave had no clue but eventually put 2 and 2 together due to James’s ignorance towards Dave

[balletwatchespokemon]

Indigo League Episode 18

Oops forgot it was Monday so this one’s posted a little bit later than normal. 😅

This episode was originally banned in English because of the bikini contest, specifically James dressing up as a rather busty woman to compete in the contest. A dub version was released after a few years that was edited to remove the suggestive parts. I'm honestly not a huge fan of this episode as a whole, but it does have some funny and some cute bits.

In the negatives are the mentioned bikini contest, and multiple comments made about Misty are uncomfortable to me, the worst offender being the old man saying he "looks forward to Misty in eight years." But it does have some cute pokemon moments and some funny jokes.

These little kids are so cute, they're so stubby.

Time for some fun in the sun!

Pikachu's little floatie is so cute. I guess he's not very confident in his swimming ability.

I LOVE this scene of the lot of them realizing that they accidentally stole a boat.

And then they crash it! Absolutely comedy gold.

Ash says "Everyone, give me a hand!" but then completely ignores Butterfree, poor guy.

Little waiter Bulbasaur is so cute!

It's giving 'the opening of Phineas and Ferb.'

Tiny Pikachu strikes again. He's so shaped.

I like this speech Ash gives, it's a nice deep moment from him that we don't get a huge amount of.

And then Ash's mom and Professor Oak show up out of no where! They technically have an excuse for being here, Delia says they're representing their neighborhood committee for the bikini contest, but it's still pretty random.

Delia asks Ash if he's causing trouble for any nice people, which he initially denies, but then he makes this face and remembers that he literally just stole and crashed someones boat! It got a great laugh out of me.

Behold A UFO and an alien! This is basically a pokemon contest then, right? (That's all I care about for this contest anyways.)

And Gary's here too! That makes a good chunk of our reoccurring characters appearing in this episode. (I didn't take any screenshots of them but Team Rocket is here too.)

He's so annoying I love it.

Ash gets so annoyed by Gary that he jumps up out of his seat and dumps poor Pikachu on the ground!

I like this random crowd lady in the red top, she's neat looking.

And we have yet another building blown up because Ash and co were in town.

On Wednesday we get a disaster episode! (As in town destroying not bad quality lol)