#james is just happy is best friend is not dead

[exoras-deus]

Just the normal amount of relief upon seeing your best friend is still alive after the summer holidays.

Prongsfoot being dramatic at the train station, as usual (get a room)(they're platonic)(or are they)(knowing Sirius' parents the dramatics are justified)

This one's just a quick thing, because life is getting in the way. How dare they try to make me work :|

Just to clarify, this is James and Sirius being one of the strongest bonds in the marauders era, whether you want to interpret it as platonic or romantic is up to you, I like it either way

[marauder-misprint]

hii! could you please write a remus x reader angst, (the ending being good or bad is up to you :D) where the reader has a werewolf phobia due to past experiences? and after a lesson which involved the werewolf topic, reader says some hurtful words, obviously not on purpouse, but remus gets distanced / upset and later reader finds out why??

Did I just have a bad day or is the angst so good that I brought myself to tears writing it? You tell me.

Thank you for the request ❤︎

Werewolf prejudice

Remus Lupin x reader

3k words

cw: angst, Dead Sibling, angst, no happy ending

One of the things you had in common with your friend group was how you didn’t talk about your past or your homelife all that often. James was the most open about his, being that he came from a loving and safe home, a home that he said was open to all of them. Peter, Marlene and Mary all had similar stories, a decent enough family that they didn’t despise going back to over breaks. The rest avoided the topic. From what you knew, Remus moved around a lot as a child so nowhere really felt like home except for Hogwarts, Sirius loathed his family to the point of running away and taking the Potters up on their offer to be his new family, and Lily loved her family but her sister had gained a distaste for her. 

Your parents were intense. So intense to the point where Hogwarts was the only place where you felt free and able to relax. You knew your parents meant well, but it was a lot. They put all of their expectations on you, and you could only try your best to graze them. After all, you were trying to live up to the aspirations they had for your older brother. Your older brother who was buried six feet deep. 

In all honesty, you didn’t remember the night all that well. A therapist said your body was repressing the horrid memories as a coping mechanism. They had said it was probably for the better. But because the memory was fragmented in your mind, no one would risk casting Obliviate on you. What you did know is that a werewolf had killed your brother when he was eight years old, you witnessed it and were scratched but managed to survive. And so, you hated any and all conversations about siblings, your childhood, your scars and werewolves. 

“You with us?” Marlene asked as she threw a piece of candy at you from where she sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room. 

You blinked, looking around the room. You were sitting on the floor among your friends. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’m with you.”

“So… how was your Christmas?” Mary asked, holding up her hands to catch a candy that Marlene was sending her way.

“It was fine. Nothing too special,” you said uninterested. 

It was fine. It wasn’t special. It was a lot of your parents nagging you about grades and applications to internships that you had no desire to partake in. The actual holiday was lackluster. There was the usual family meal and exchanging of gifts. You received a quill, shoes and some chocolate. It wasn’t anything to brag about, not when James had come back with a new broom and Sirius had several new vinyls that he was going to play on repeat until they all knew the words. 

“Ugh, boring,” Marlene groaned. “Why doesn’t anyone do anything fun over break?”

“We went to a-” James started to say before Lily cut him off. 

“A professional quidditch match and got to meet some of the players, we know.”

“No need to be jealous, Evans. You could’ve come with, you know,” James said, smirking at her. 

“I’m good,” she said firmly.

“Was fun though,” Remus said, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Shame the rest of you couldn’t come.” 

When Remus looked your way, you gave him a sad smile. You had received the invite, but your parents wouldn’t allow you to go, especially not when it was four boys going and no other girls. You argued that James’ parents would be there and if they let you go, maybe the other girls’ parents would let them go. No luck. So the boys got to meet famous players and you got to hear about it. 

“Rem, rest of your break good?” Mary asked.

He nodded with a hum. It was typical of him to not go into detail. 

“My sister came back from France! Was good to see her,” Peter said. 

You leaned back against the armchair Mary was sitting in, letting your eyes close. You listened to Peter recall the adventures his older sister had working for Beauxbaton. He noted that her French was getting so much better, although he said he couldn’t really be a judge of that being he didn’t speak it himself. 

“I can be the judge of that. Next time you write her, tell her I say bonjour,” Sirius said slyly. 

“You will not be flirting with my sister through my letters!” Peter gasped, causing the group to laugh. 

The peace that being with your friends brought you took over your senses. It was refreshing. Soon enough, one by one, your friends turned in for bed. You took Marlene’s spot on the couch after she left, putting you next to Remus. He moved his arm, which had been resting on the back on the couch, to be around your shoulder. As if it were second nature, you leaned into his side with a deep breath. 

Yes, it really had been a shame that you weren’t able to go to the quidditch match.

“So your break was fine?” he asked in a low voice when it was just the two of you left of your group. 

You sighed loudly as you gazed into the dying fire. 

“Grilled about grades, denied seeing my friends and best present were shoes,” you said dryly. “Yours?”

“Quidditch was definitely the highlight of it,” he said, sounding just as disappointed in his break as you did. 

“Wish I could’ve gone,” you grumbled, making Remus give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

“Me too,” he whispered.

Then you fell into a comfortable silence. You listened to the crackling of the embers and Remus’ steady breathing. You don’t know when your friendship with him started to feel like there might be a chance for something more. It was moments like this that heightened that feeling - his arm around you fueling the warmth inside your chest. The two of you had exchanged gifts before leaving on break and broke down into uncontrollable fits of laughter when you realized you bought each other the same book, saying ‘I heard it was good.’ (It was good. You wrote each other about every chapter.)

Remus nudged you awake. The fire was reduced to barely glowing coals and the entire common room had emptied out. 

“I think it’s time for bed, love,” he said.

You groaned but nodded, helping him up off the couch once you had stood up yourself. You bid each other goodnight before heading to your respective dorms. 

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The professors wasted no time in getting back into the swing of things. You felt like you didn’t get to hang out with your friends as much as you wanted to with the piles of homework the professors assigned. You saw the most of Lily and Remus as they would join you in the library for hours on end. At least Professor Grimiski, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, took the first week to review some of the spells you learned in the fall term. 

“Now that we’ve finished the fall review, we will be moving into a deep dive about werewolves,” he told the class. 

You shifted uncomfortably next to Lily, unable to Remus slouch in his chair as he braced for the worst. Werewolves had been discussed in your previous years and you had managed to suffer through those lessons. You had a few nightmares after those lessons, but you were able to push through it. 

“Let’s see what you remember. Can anyone tell me some defining characteristics?” 

“Murderous, bloodthirsty, horrid,” you listed off under your breath.

“What was that? Please speak up,” Professor Grimiski instructed. 

“Sorry, professor. I was just saying that they are murderous, bloodthirsty, horrid creatures,” you said loudly. 

Your comment received mixed reactions from the classroom. Several students agreed with you. James, Sirius and Peter voiced loud objections as Remus shrunk further into his chair. Of all the people in the classroom who might have said something like that, he wasn’t expecting it to be you. 

“I see. Um, those aren’t the characteristics I was looking for…” the professor said, speaking slowly and scanning the room. “Snape, do you know-”

“They have a shorter snout, more human-like eyes and a tufted tail,” Sirius interrupted aggressively, sounding annoyed. 

“Ah, Mr. Black! There we go! Ten points to Gryffindor.” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. Your expression was cold and unmoving for the rest of the lesson. You were only able to semi-pay attention. What you could remember of that night was on repeat in your mind. The night you lost your brother. The night your leg got the deep scars. The night you became an only child with the burden of living up to what he could never do. 

The moment Professor Grimiski dismissed the class, you stalked out of the room and disappeared into a bathroom. You needed to be alone for a little bit before you could tolerate another lesson. As you paced around the bathroom, you felt your breathing speed up. Fuck. You needed to be calming down, not getting more worked up. You splashed water onto your face and tried to take deep breaths. 

When you were composed again, you went to Transfiguration. You stood awkwardly off to the side of the room when you saw Remus sitting with James, deep in a whispered conversation. Usually you sat with Remus during Transfiguration. After a moment, you took an open seat next to Emmeline Vance. She gave you a kind smile. 

It was like that for the rest of the day. Remus sat next to James, Sirius or Peter in every class, even the ones he usually sat next to you. That left you sitting with new people and throwing off your groove. None of the boys would make eye contact with you. Even at lunch, they turned away from you. You were suddenly iced out without any inclination as to why. 

“Remus, Lil and I are headed to the library. You coming?” you asked in the common room after dinner. 

“No,” he said.

You swore that the armchair he was in was about to swallow him whole with how he was sitting in it. You doubted it was comfortable. The walk to the library with Lily was quiet. Both of you felt like something was up with Remus but neither was going to say anything. It was like each knew the other didn’t have the answer. 

After a few days of similar behavior from the Marauders, they returned to their usual seating habits. You were able to sit with Remus again, but it wasn’t the same as it was. He was far more quiet, more distant than before. He didn’t chuckle at any of your quiet jokes. He didn’t respond to any notes you slid his way. James, Sirius and Peter still seemed minorly upset with you, but at least they weren’t giving you the silent treatment anymore. 

Still, the silence from Remus was driving you crazy. How could you have gone from maybe almost something to not even friends? His behavior affected you more than the lessons on werewolves. Each lesson left you feeling tense and the more in depth Professor Grimiski got, the harder it was to breathe in the classroom. Remus, on the other hand, left you feeling empty and scared. You walked on eggshells around him, not wanting to upset him any more than you already had. 

In essence, it was a very rough start to the semester. 

Lily, Marlene and Mary all urged you to talk to Remus. You all knew him to be fairly level headed, at least out of the Marauders. He was reasonable. If you just asked, they were sure he would tell you what was wrong. 

You just had to wait for the right time. It had to be when he was alone and lately, it felt like he always had one of the boys glued to his side when classes weren’t in session. You figured your best bet was Saturday. James had quidditch practice and Sirius managed to get detention already. The girls said that they would rope Peter into a Wizards’ Chess tournament if they had to, which they did. Remus and Peter had walked into the common room together. Remus headed up to their dorm when the girls summoned Peter over with a prize for the first place that they knew he couldn’t turn down. 

It was your chance. You slipped up the boys’ stairs and knocked on the door to Remus’ dorm. 

“Wormtail, you don’t have to knock for your dorm, Merlin,” his voice called out. 

You opened the door tentatively. Remus froze where he stood. He was in the middle of putting on a sweater. You stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking.

You cleared your throat after a few beats. “Can I come in?” 

“It’s just me in here,” he said coldly.

“I… I know,” you said, entering and closing the door behind you. As you stepped further into the room, you fidgeted with your fingers. “I was hoping we could talk.”

He finished pulling on his sweater and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. He was on guard. 

“About?” 

“What did I do?” you asked, your voice cracking and tears immediately threatening to fall. “What did I do to upset you?” 

He took a sharp breath. He hadn’t expected you to sound so broken. He swallowed thickly in an attempt to keep himself steady. In that moment, he hated the effects you had on him. 

“I-” he started to say before needing to take another breath. “I didn’t expect you to be so prejudiced.” 

Confusion immediately appeared on your face.

“What do you mean? Prejudiced?”

“Yes. Erm, about werewolves.” He pressed his lips together as he watched you chew on the inside of your lips. 

“You shut me out because of what I said about werewolves?” you asked incredulously. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“Yes.” 

“Wh-why?”

“Not all werewolves are… that,” he said, his voice dripping with disgust as he finished his statement. 

“But they are,” you said, your voice warbling. “They are horrible, horrible beasts. They are capable of ruining lives.”

“I know what they’re capable of,” Remus said. 

“Do you? Because if you did, I don’t think you’d be so sympathetic towards them.” You took your own deep breath, exhaling loudly. “Did you know that I’m not an only child? I had a brother. Until one killed him.” Your voice hitched and you felt the tears begin to stream down your face. “It almost killed me.” 

You lifted your skirt enough to show the deep scars on your leg. 

“Oh,” Remus breathed, taking a step back despite raising his arm to reach out to you. “Oh.” 

You nodded. “Oh is right.” 

“Oh gods… you’re going to hate me,” he said in a quiet voice to himself. He chuckled but it sounded eerily similar to a sob. “You’re going to hate me.” 

“Why am I going to hate you?” you asked in a voice just as quiet. 

He ran a hand through his hair, turning to sit on his bed. 

“I think you should sit down.” 

You gave him a quizzical look, but listened, sitting down on Sirius’ bed across from him. 

“I’m… I’m a werewolf.”

You stared at him. You were certain you didn’t hear him right. There was no way that your favorite person, the scarred boy sitting across from you whose arms made you feel like everything was okay in the world, was the same kind of creature as the one who doomed you to a life of never being enough for your parents.

“What?” you gasped after what felt like an entire minute.

“I’m a werewolf,” he repeated. “Please, please don’t hate me.” 

“But… you can’t be,” you said, shaking your head. “No. You’re… you’re you! You can’t be a monster… You’re…”

“I’m a werewolf.” 

“Remus,” you whispered. “Oh, Remus…” 

“Please, even if you hate me now, please don’t tell anyone. Some of the teachers know. And Sirius, Peter, James. But that’s it. I can't… I can’t have this getting out.” 

Your features softened as you took in the worry on Remus’ face. 

“How long… how long have you been a… a…” You can’t bring yourself to call Remus a werewolf. It doesn’t feel real. It can’t be real.

“Since I was young. That’s, uh, that’s why I don’t talk about my childhood. It’s why we moved ‘round so much. I’m a risk. To everyone.” 

You nodded, not knowing what to say. You just looked at Remus and let your thoughts try to come to terms with it. 

“I… I don’t think I can hate you,” you said after a while. “Oh, Remus…” You paused. “What do you do… every… erm, full moon? How dangerous are you?” 

“I leave the grounds. I’m contained. Dumbledore made it so I could come to Hogwarts and not actively endanger anyone,” he explained. 

You nodded. You were full of conflicted feelings. You know you can’t hate Remus, but you don’t know how you can be around him when he’s a werewolf, not with your family. 

“I… I don’t hate you. And… I won’t say anything,” you said slowly. “But I need time. I… I don’t know if I can be friends with you.”

You stood up, wiping away the tears that stained your face. You left Remus sitting on his bed alone in his dorm. As much as it killed you to walk away, you knew you had to. At least for now. You had to figure out if you could separate the werewolf who ruined your family from the werewolf you sat next to in class. You didn’t know if you had the ability to accept the possibility of a good werewolf, although you did know that if there ever was a good werewolf, it would be in the form of Remus. 

[ynbabe]

Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2. part 2

Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'

PT-1 w/Charles, Carlos, Lando, Oscar, George, Lewis, Lance & Fernando

Max

You had just gotten off the phone with your mother, so obviously tears were stinging your eyes and the urge to punch a wall was getting stronger by the minute. Unfortunately, you weren't the only one dealing with less-than-loving parents.

"But that's not fair, no one's perfect, I've won five out of eight races," He yelled into the phone to a louder voice responding from the other end. Max looked defeated, with red under his eyes and hair sticking up where he dragged his hands through it.

"No, I didn't fucking let them win, it's their job too," he stood right by the door, slamming it behind him, "Whatever, bye," he cut the call, standing still for a few seconds, glaring at his phone, knowing him debating between throwing it at a wall or stomping on it.

"Wanna nap?" You asked him, setting your phone on the coffee table and letting yourself fall face first on to the hotel bed. Max followed suit, one arm over your waist.

“Damn, can you imagine if we swapped places as kids?” You thought out loud as sleep neared making Max scoff.

He turned to you and in a dead serious tone replied, “Y/n/n, you’d be a serial killer and I’d probably be in jail, now let me sleep, you’re warm,” The man’s response was screech worthy, making you want to smack him but for once, he was right, you were very warm and cuddly and so was he, a fight could wait, sleep was now.

Logan

“LOGAN!” You screamed, knocking on his hotel room door, hoping the man would hurry to answer.

You couldn’t believe the man had launched an entire app without even giving you a hint! You were so proud of him and you couldn’t wait to celebrate. You waited to see his smiling face, knowing you were going to shower him with praises and way too many hugs but when he opened the door, his demeanour was nothing like you had expected.

“Dude didn’t you just launch an app? Why the no good sad face?” You asked as you walked in past him.

He sighed as he sat on his bed, working away at his laptop and a hundred pages spread out. You couldn’t help but frown.

“Logan, Logan,” you called out, ultimately pulling the boys head to face yours, “what the fuck mate, you should be happy right now, what’s wrong?” You asked, disturbed that your happy go lucky, it is what it is friend was so sullen.

“The cars fucked, I have no future, my team fucking hates me, my best and only friend literally never talks to me and I feel like a fucking failure,” he went of on you, slamming his laptop shut making you flinch.

You stared unimpressed at his little charade to keep you away, unfortunately you had grown up with the man and knew his tantrums and breakdowns, “First of all, your only friend? What am I chopped liver? Secondly, James Vowles can fuck off for all I care, you deserve so much better then that ratchet ass team, thirdly you just launch your own app, need I go on?” You presented embodying your inner George Russell as you picked Logan’s laptop and papers off his bed.

“But still-” his face was still down and he continued to doubt himself.

“Look,” you say next to him, holding his hand in yours, “it’s been a tough few years, not gonna lie, but you’re going to pull through cause you are one of the most talented people I know,” you squeezed his hand, “also you can’t give up because you promised you’d get rich and pay for everything.” You shrugged and pulled him to lay on the bed.

He huffed, smacking a pillow on your face, “so that’s why you’re friends with me? Not my dazzling personality? How could you? This is a betrayal, I’m betrayed,” he joked, finally getting back to his normal self, but you were still worried about him.

You turned to the man enveloping him in your arms, the man immediately returning the favour immediately. You let yourself fall into a comfortable sleep, telling yourself to do this more often.

Daniel

“Hey, are you busy?” Daniel had said softly as he entered your room immediately raising red flags in your mind, never once hand the man been so quiet. You quickly put away your stuff on the night stand patting the spot on the bed next to you to let him sit.

“Yeah, is everything okay? You look tired, Danny,” you asked to nothing but silence from the man. A few seconds passed and you could see how wet his eyes were.

“Dan-”

“I’m so tired y/n/n,” he spoke in a hoarse whisper, scaring you, what did he mean by that? “I’m just, I can’t, I’m doing everything I can and it isn’t enough, I- I,” he tried speaking but he couldn’t without choking.

You tired not to cry with him, the only man you’d always known to be laughing and happy even in the worst of circumstances, keeping everyone’s spirits up was sitting here in front of you, so hopeless.

You didn’t think twice before pulling him in a hug, cradling him as you both sank into a laying position. “You’re tired, mate, let’s take a nap, it’ll be okay Danny, I promise, it’s going to be fine,” you whispered into his hair making him nod.

You felt him drift off as the tears slowed down and you couldn’t help passing out in the warmth either knowing when you wake up you’d find a way to make the man himself again.

Yuki

“Can I please marry you?” You begged for what seemed the tenth time that day much to Yuki’s irritation.

“I am never cooking for you ever again,” he complained falling onto the sofa next to you, watching the sitcom tv rather than paying attention to you.

“Please, you know you loved the tiramisu I made,” you boasted, opening up a button on your shirt to allow you to breath. The amount of food you and Yuki had consumed for individuals of your sizes were seriously guiness worthy.

He whined knowing you had won that argument, “fine but I want the recipe as a wedding gift,” he joked making the both of you laugh.

“Dude I’m ready to go into a food coma for the next ten fucking years,” you confessed, making the man nod in agreement.

“I’ve eaten enough for the next damn week.”

“We should nap,” you spoke out loud, turning to the man next to you, “wanna nap?”

“Yup,” he immediately answered to which you both pounced on either ends of the sofa, shifting into comfortable positions, making sure neither was kicking the other, his legs on the coffee table pulled close to the sofa and yours curled up closed to you.

Pierre

“Fuck me,” you groaned as another one of your projects fell through. You threw your phone on the table in front of you, sighing as you did.

“Do mind if I do,” joked an irritating grating voice from behind you, from your bed, you had honestly forgotten your friend had been there after another pissy fight with his sweetheart teammate.

“Keep talking Gasly, I’ll call Ocon over make it a threesome,” you laughed as you joined him, pushing him to one side to make space.

The man looked honestly disgusted, “I can’t believe you’d stoop low enough to even joke about that, standards babe, standards,” he scoffed looking at you judgementally to which you rolled your eyes.

“Damn I guess we won’t be making love, sad, I was actually going to agree for once, I’ll just ask Estie then” you fake sighed, feigning disappointment, much to the other man’s horror.

“Shut up, Y/n,” he knocked your shoulder with his after he saw your grin, fighting a yawn as you pushed him back.

“Do you wanna nap?” You asked, equally tired and dejected about your failed project, he nodded and pulled the both of you into a more comfortable position, turning in to face you, burying his face in your neck and you let your hand play with his silky blonde locks, falling into a comfortable sleep.

Esteban

“BITCH, YOU WILL NOT BELIVE THE SHIT I’VE JUST SEEN-” you yelled as you ran into Esteban’s driver room, seeing him lying on the makeshift bed.

You immediately jumped in next to him, waking him up in a startle, “MERDE! Y/n?” He yelled in fear and then confusion, looking around as if a swat team had burst in, “what is wrong with you?” He screeched as he pulled his hands over his face in exhaustion, “you’re a worse gossip than Pierre,” he grunted lying back down.

You animatedly threw yourself down next to him, using his arm as a pillow. “I abhor that accusation, actually,” you grumbled but gave in nonetheless, “okay so look at this photo and tell me what you see,” you showed his your phone, a photo you’d gotten out of a greedy paparazzi’s hand as a media control agent in Mercedes.

The man next to you suddenly seemed much more awake, “Is that Nico fucking Rosberg?” He whisper- yelled into your ears, snatching the phone out your hands.

“Yup,” you grinned popping the p, “bought that shit for eleven thousand dollars,” he whistled, “that was taken at 4 am at Lewis’s hotel,” you whispered, turning your body to face his.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, “I thought these were rumours?” He asked gleefully.

“Nope, this isn’t even the first time I’ve had to do damage control,” you sighed, trying to get your phone back but it was pulled away by the taller man.

“You mean there’s gossip you haven’t told me? Your best friend, whose room you’re currently hiding in? Interrupting my nap time?”

“You, Estie, are such a drama queen,” you teased him, pulling your phone out of his hand. “And we can definitely nap, I spent all night trying to convince that asshole to drop the story,” you kept you phone in your pocket as Esteban made himself comfortable, both of you letting yourselves rest after the tiring day you had.

Zhou

“How are you not broke?” The man yelled in astonishment as he saw at the amount of bags in the Prada assistants hands, choosing to ignore his own in another’s, he was allowed to spend he technically was a millionaire, even without his family and sponsors.

You looked at him with raised brows as you opened the doors your apartment building, you and Zhou both owning the penthouses, yours above his.

You let the men drop the bags off on your floor, keeping Zhou waiting, making him annoyed to your amusement. When the men finally left you simply answered, “Samsung shares.”

Zhou groaned “Spoilt child,” and headed into the guest suite as you headed into your room, “look whose talking I have my own assistant at the mall,” you called out behind you. That had been funny, the man followed Zhou to every shop, holding the bags you both collected till you needed another.

You both walked out and showed each other the clothes and accessories you had bought, occasionally swapping one or two. As the day progressed into late evening you called for food, tired from the little fashion show you had.

“I need a nap,” you groaned, folding your feet as you sat on the dinning table chair.

“My legs are killing me,” Zhou agreed, not only had he had a terrible work out in the morning but you both had covered way more than 10,000 steps in that mall.

“Want to nap?” You offered, knowing very well he could just go a floor below to his own home.

“Sure, turn on screen mirroring on your tv, I’ll show you the drivers chat,” he said heading into your room and you ran behind him with glee.

The gossip was the best part of being friends with Zhou, that and the really warm cuddles he gave, “oh my god, Charles and Max again?” You laughed and leaned on his shoulders as he relayed all the details to you, his voice slowly softening as you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[maxdibert]

Pretty messed up how some people are fans of a creepy and obsessive guy who didn’t care if a man and a child died just so he could get the girl.

Alright, let's break this down, anon, because there's a lot to unpack here.

I think I've mentioned this in several posts already, but I'll repeat it: Severus owed James Potter NOTHING—no compassion, no empathy, no mercy. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. James Potter was a rich, popular brat who abused his social and economic capital to torment a poor, unsupported boy for seven years just because he didn't like him from the moment they met on the train to Hogwarts, and from that moment on, he had it in for him. He was a terrible bully who used his friends to join in on that nasty bullying. So if Snape didn’t care that he died, well, Snape had every right to feel that way. Do you go to victims of domestic violence and tell them they should feel sorry for their abusers? No, right? Well, this is the same thing. James was an abuser, Severus was his victim. Severus did more than enough by not telling Voldemort to torture him to death with Cruciatus, because I would have. Honestly, I don't understand why Snaters always bring up the whole "James was dead and Snape walked over his body" as if it were some horrible thing when, hello! You're talking about an ABUSER being dead, mate. Of course, he walked right over his body—what surprises me is that he didn’t throw a party.

Harry had to die. I know this sounds terrible, but it’s basically what the prophecy indicated. He was a target that Voldemort wasn’t going to let slip away, his fate was sealed. And yes, it’s unethical. And yes, it’s immoral. But the truth is that wars are unethical and highly immoral, and horrible, monstrous decisions are often made. Harry was not an option—asking for mercy for him was pointless because there wasn’t going to be any.

I don’t think Severus ever believed that if James was out of the picture, Lily would go to him or anything like that. I mean, they hadn’t spoken for five years—about six by that time. Severus NEVER harassed or stalked Lily. The only time he went after her was when the whole SWM incident happened, and he tried to apologise. Once she made it clear she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, Severus respected her decision, and as far as we know from canon, they never interacted again. So, I don’t think, after six years of not talking, with his supposed former best friend having married and had a child with his personal bully, Severus had many expectations of them ending up in any sort of romantic relationship. I think, quite simply, that Lily always represented the only good part of his childhood—the only happy memories, the only moments of peace amidst the hellish violence he endured at home. I believe this was crucial for someone like him, whose childhood and teenage years were marked by violence, and he wasn’t willing to let the one good thing in his life end up murdered.

I agree that Severus is highly obsessive, but haters tend to frame this in a derogatory way, referring to his "obsession" with Lily, and I think it needs some clarification. Yes, Severus is obsessive, and he’s terribly immature at times, and he overreacts enormously when confronted with something that really triggers him (just look at how quickly he loses his temper with Sirius, for instance). This is obviously because he’s someone who never had the opportunity to grow up normally or develop cognitively as he should have, because his whole life was marked by violence. His home life was violent, and at school, he endured violence, and then at 20 years old, he handed his soul over to Dumbledore’s cause and had to work for nearly two decades at a school that was the epicentre of many of his traumas. He literally had neither the spaces nor the environments needed to heal and grow into a functional adult, and you can clearly see this in his behaviour. I’ve always said Severus is more of a diva than the cold, mysterious character people often make him out to be in fanon. To me, he’s someone who, on a personal level, hasn’t been able to grow emotionally in a healthy way and doesn’t know how to manage certain situations, especially those tied to his emotional issues. That said, I also don’t think he was romantically and/or sexually obsessed with Lily. I do think he loved her or was infatuated with her in his youth—first love, crush, whatever. But I don’t believe his need to avenge her death was due to romantic or obsessive love. I think it’s more about his obsession with repaying his debt to her. Severus always felt partially responsible for Lily’s death, and that’s where his obsession lies: it’s not that he’s obsessed with her, per se, but with the fact that he feels guilty for what happened. He feels, in some way, responsible for the death of the one person who showed him kindness, affection, and care during his childhood, which made her the most important person in his life at one point. And guilt often leads to obsession, much like grief that is not properly processed, and I don’t think that kind of obsession is creepy. I think it’s a very human kind of obsession.

Lastly, I don’t find Severus creepy at all. Why is he creepy? I mean, Harry was running around with his invisibility cloak, spying on everyone. The Marauders had A BLOODY MAP that allowed them to track everyone at Hogwarts 24/7 like some kind of magical GPS. Is Severus really the creepy one here? There are literally Animagi who turn into animals to spy on people—I have to laugh at the whole creepy argument.

That being said, if you’re going to come into my DMs to complain about Severus, at least bring some convincing arguments because it’s a bit tiresome hearing the same nonsense over and over again.

[leftneb]

Curiositas aka sirens!AU

in which Lando is a siren with species dysphoria and Oscar is the defintion of Just Some Guy, who happens to get caught up in Lando's mess. and obviously they fall in love along the way etc etc

I first posted about this idea over 2 months ago and I'm happy to announce that there is now a fic in the works!!! which will likely take at least another 2 months because goddamn the concept outgrew itself (as you can tell by the fact charles and max also, like, exist now) it's sitting at ~8k words rn, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written in my life already, but story isn't even close to being finished, so yeah it'll take a while lmao

for now though I have some character designs and lots of thoughts, which I'd like to share :3

ramblings about their individual designs and details below the cut!!

and massive thank you to my dear partner @lailau7904 for not only holding my hand through writing the fic so far but somehow being even more insane about this whole AU than I am???

LANDO

main character (and POV holder) his design isn't based on any real fish, closest resemblance is to a fake fishing lure (reference provided)

very little scarring despite sirens' hunting culture, some tiny cuts and scratches around the top of his tail from smuggling pretty stones and shards of glass

absurdly bright green scales (I really could've made him fluorescent but I think that would be overkill) which is absurdly shit for stealth purposes but good for catching the attention of potential victims

vague triangle shape language but in a semi-elegant way

doesn't eat fish and would rather not eat human either

MAX

fills the position of a leader in his and Lando's colony, inherited the role in his late teens but grew up to it pretty quickly

shark motif, all sharp and angular shapes, visibly intimidating

lots of scars collected during hunts, wounds covered over by red scales from Charles

his scales are pretty dark but they shine blue when the light hits them just right (plus Charles' scales are a bright red lmao, which is a bit suboptimal for stealth but he thinks it's worth it)

CHARLES

koi fish motif, soft and round shapes

no scarring at all

has known Max since they were kids but actually didn't meet Lando until their 20s despite Max and Lando being childhood best friends

considered legally dead by monegasque officials (this has lore reasons which I'm not about to spoil)

GENERAL NOTES

the AU plays in a modern setting, altough sirens are very behind on human technology

their gills are on the side of their ribs! they can also all breathe with their lungs above water

funky scales patterns on their torsos around "modified" areas such as their gills and back fin

they have no hands but don't let that fool you! I was simply too lazy to draw any, what you would see if I did draw them tho would include:

webbing between fingers!! matches the colour of fins

longer, and more solid, claw-like nails

wrinkled palms and fingertips

I really wanted to make Max and Charles' torsos more life accurate but could not be arsed, they all have Lando's body type, aka I've accidentally twinkified Charles and Max lmao

by now you might have noticed that there's no design for Oscar, and as much as I really want to make a siren design for him that would have some pretty heavy lore implications so I'm... hesitant to do so

other people on my sirenification waiting list are:

George Russell and Alex Albon (for the 2019 rookies circle to be complete)

Franco Colapinto (based purely off vibes)

the whole grid really god I'm so ill

for the record Logan is a human in this AU but he IS present fuck you James Vowles

you may have also noticed the papaya version I labeled as McLaren themed (this one is also the highest quality image I have in this thread if you're gonna do any zooming in please do it on this one,,,,)

all throughout writing and drawing I couldn't help but think about another banger siren!Lando fic: Salt Skin by @strawberry-daiquiris! in which Lando has orange slash papaya scales, which I just had to draw honestly

a lot of my design process was also inspired by a piece by @dumbf1sketches (it's somewhere in the pile of other gorgeous art in that post)

bonus underwater version of all of them because it wasn't bright enough for me to feel good about it being at the top but it's still like, the main colour example to my brain

TAGLIST(S)

AU @mintraindrop @cx-boxbox (I know the og post is from actual ages ago but you two were interested so I humbly offer you these crumbs)

ART @santongkabayo @cyclonixi @alto-the-avocado @loquarocoeur

people that put up with my ramblings on dc @lyslsstuff @peppysinc @girlrussell

[sophsicle]

Dial Drunk

He's drunk.

"James--"

Sober enough to know he's drunk. But drunk enough not to care.

"James please--"

Sober enough to hear the crack in Remus's voice. But drunk enough not to stop.

"I want to call him," he says, defiant. Childish. It feels good to say those words. He doesn't know why he didn't do this before. It seems so simple now. "I want to call him."

Sirius is across the room. A few seconds ago he'd been on James's other side, holding his arm, helping Remus pull him to his feet. He isn't touching James anymore.

"Where's my phone?" his words are a little thick. A little slurred. The world around him blurry in a way that makes his stomach squirm.

"I don't know," Remus mutters, struggling to support James all on his own. "Here, will you just sit down please? Sirius, maybe get him some water?"

"Sirius where's my fucking phone?" because he knows Sirius knows. Because he wants Sirius to look at him. Because he wants Sirius to feel this too.

Predictably, Sirius doesn't answer either of them. All James can see is his best friend's back, his vision splitting him in two. Sirius has always been good at blocking out the things he doesn't want to hear. Which might be the most unkind thing James has ever thought about him.

"James please sit down," Remus tries to guide him towards the nearest chair but he's not going. They found him on the floor, and he'd been happy to stay there. But now. Now he has a mission.

"I want to call him, get me my phone!"

"Christ James," Remus hisses under his breath, pleading. He wants James to stop. But the whiskey in his blood has other plans. "What's going on with you tonight? I mean, should we be--should we be worried? Were you trying to hurt yourself or--"

"Oh fuck off!"

He sees the surprise on Remus's face, thinks about apologizing, but his thoughts are watery and hard to hold.

"I want to call him," he repeats instead. It's the one thing keeping him standing.

"Yeah we heard you," Sirius says finally, his voice is thin, cold. It's enough to get James's attention, even in his current state. "But you can't call him."

Something pointy and sharp pricksJames's chest but he shakes his head, ignoring it. "I know the number by heart," his drunken mind supplies helpfully.

"James," his name sounds so sad in Remus's voice.

"I'm sure you do," he thinks Sirius laughs. It's not a pleasant noise.

"Just give--give me my phone? He'll pick up. He always picks up when it's me. I want to call him. Let me c-call. I want--"

"You. Can't."

Sirius finally turns back around, he is so still and so stiff and James is so wobbly. He stumbles even though he's standing still, Remus fumbling to keep him upright.

"He'll pick up Sirius, he will. If it's me--"

"No."

"--he always--always--I need him. I need to tell him. I need to ta-talk. Please? Please I need--"

"You know why you can't call him."

"Sirius," Remus says warningly, but James doesn't think either of them are paying him any attention.

"I--don't have my phone." That makes Sirius frown harder but James doesn't care right now. "Just give me a phone. Any phone. I know his number. I--"

"You know why you can't call," Sirius repeats.

The pricking in his chest is getting worse. A stab. A slice. A tear. The sensation burns right through the alcohol. It demands to be felt. Demands to be heard.

"No," James repeats. "No I--no. No. no."

"He's--"

"Sirius!"

"--dead. He died."

"No!" James's voice is a terror. "I--no. I just need to call. Just let me have--the--cause I--and he'll pick up--he always--for me," he can't get them out, the words, the thoughts, his breath. He's choking on his own memories. His own grief. Shaking so bad he's surprised Remus is able to keep a hold of him.

"Regulus is dead. You can't call him. He won't pick up," Sirius sounds cold and distant. But then, he's always been like that about Regulus. James is on the ground again. The world in front of him blurry as Remus wraps his arms around him.

"You're a sloppy drunk James," is the last thing Sirius says before James hears the door closing.

The pain is deep and all consuming. It's been months. It's been years. It never stops. It never gets better. The minute the world gets still or quiet the grief is there. He feels like he spends every second of his life trying to outrun it. He's so tired. So fucking tired.

"I need to t-talk to him," he sobs, as Remus holds him tighter. "I can't never talk to him again. I can't. I have so much to say. I have so much--what am I supposed to do with this? What am I supposed to do with all this? I need to call him. Please. Please. I need him. I can't sleep. I can't eat. They're taking up all the space in me Remus. All these fucking--these fucking words. I need to call him. I need to. I need to. I can't bear this. I don't understand how I'm supposed to bear this?"

Remus kisses the top of his head. "Just breathe okay?" James doesn't think he's imagining the tremor in Remus's voice. "I just need you to breathe okay?"

But he can't.

He hasn't.

Not in months.

Not in years.

I'd die for you, he'd told Regulus once. And oh god did he mean it.

[sincerelykimii]

𝐌𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘏𝘠𝘋𝘙𝘈， 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺… 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳．

𝐓𝐖: 𝘴𝘶!𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯), 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 (𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵), 𝘚𝘈 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯), 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 (𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩), 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘮𝘬!

𝐀/𝐍 : 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘌𝘕𝘑𝘖𝘠!!

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 : You watched as Bucky was packing his things, bag in hand, walking through your shared home. “Doll, have you seen my comb?” His soft voiced echoed through the house, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Did you check the washroom?” I reply back, my voice trembling, a crack away from breaking completely. Of course I support him, but the lonely nights, and quiet dinners are taking a toll on me. I don’t want him to leave, not for this long. Buckys footsteps echo through the hallways leading him to the living room, where I’m sitting. Back sunk in the sofa, eyes full of sadness, a small frown apparent on my face. “I’ll be back love…don’t be sad, it’s breaks my heart to see you like this.” He always knows what to say, how to bring me out of another grumpy mood. I have no doubt he’ll come back, he always does, it’s just…today feels different. “My James…my sweets, I love you.” there it is, my voice cracks again, almost letting the tears escape. “I love you, doll.” He leave’s a long, tender, sweet kiss on my lips before turning on his heels, walking out the door.

It’s been months and soldiers are returning back to their significant others, their families, but no sign of James. I’m sat on the sofa, mind racing, where is he? he should be back by now. A few months later, still waiting for my sweet boy to return home. I walk into the shared living room, admiring a framed photograph of James and I. He looks so happy…We look so happy. a loud knock on the door startles me, James! I can barely contain my excitement, my feet getting to the door before the rest of my body. I swing the door open ready to hold my sweet boy in my embrace, but I’m met with his best friend instead, Steve Rogers. “Hello?” My brows furrow in confusion as the words leave my lips, where’s my James? “Bucky…he didn’t…” My world comes crashing down, my legs feel like jelly, and my body gives out on me quickly. I fall into Steve’s arms, tears running down my face, “no…” I cry into his chest, this can’t be real.

Over the next few years, I attempt to live life how it used to be, how it was with the love of my life, but I can’t. Everything feels so…out of place. His work shoes usually left by the door after a long day are now left in closet, untouched. His favorite comb he always somehow loses, is sitting in the washroom, untouched. Me…laid in bed, no clothes, back arching off of the bed in pleasure, his touch pleasing me like no other could, physically and mentally. Now left…untouched. I couldn’t live this life anymore, not without him.

Months of trying to find him, months of believing he isn’t really dead, months of leads leading nowhere. I gave up, Standing on the snow covered mountain, the place my last and final lead led me, no James in sight. The last couple of tears left in my body after the endless nights of crying, roll down my cheeks slowly. I turn around, letting my eyes fall shut, letting my body free fall, I’ll see you soon sweets.

My eyes flutter open, a bright light above me, am I in heaven? That’s what I thought until multiple men surrounded me. The realization begins to set in, Im not dead, I don’t know where I am or what’s happening to me. The tears I thought left my body for good began to fall from my eyes once again, “James?” is the last thing that fell from my lips before the ‘fun’ began.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭: Running through the crowds of terrified, frightened, frantic people, gun in hand, mask on and on high alert. I finally spot another target. Natasha Romanoff. “Я вижу Романоффа (I see Romanoff).” I whisper into my coms. As I get closer, I see something…someone, out the corner of my eye. Spinning around I meet face to face with another target, I truly can’t identify him. He has shoulder length hair, a metal arm, and piercing blue eyes, the only thing identifiable on his face. Tilting my head ever so slightly, I mumble into my coms, “назови мн�� сейчас имя этого человека передо мной. (tell me now the name of this person in front of me).” Waiting for a responce my eyes remain glued to the man infront of me, after a moment nothing but static fills my ear, shit. With a swift motion I raise my gun, firing at the target infront of me.

Knowing Bucky he senses this from a mile away, Dodging the bullet with a quick sidestep, Bucky's mechanical arm springs into action. He launches himself forward, closing the distance between you too in a flash. His cybernetic hand grips your wrist with crushing force, the metal digits biting into your flesh hard enough to draw blood. I groan low in pain, the blood dripping onto my black leather shoes. Dropping my gun, using the now free hand to connect my fist to his face, the impact making him stumble back. Ready to attack, I walk over to the man, knife in hand ready to throw right between the eyes. I come to an abrupt stop, now taking in the new surroundings, quickly realizing I’m being surrounded. I run. I run as fast as my legs could go, leading me to god knows where. I end up back on the bridge above the freeway, Bucky quickly recovers from your punch, his enhanced healing factor kicking in. He sprints after you with supernatural speed, easily catching up as you lead him to the bridge. “Миссия провалена, мне нужны приказы, немедленно! (mission failed, I need orders, now!)” I yell out, in hopes any of my acquaintances can hear me. In the midst of catching my breath, everything goes black. He notices you lose consciousness, ready to fall right over the bridge, Bucky catches you in his arms before you can fall to your doom.

The sound of the machine powering on, shakes me to my core as I’m being dragged back to the seat. The seat that changed me indefinitely. The sounds of men yelling at me to take it off, huddled into the corner, knees against my chest, my sobs filling the room in a plea. I’ve failed. My eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the bright light above me. No…please…not again, I can’t go through this again. I can’t take anymore of the hours of relentless torture. The various techniques breaking down my will. The isolation, torture, and drugs inducing compliance, turning me into the person I swore I would never be. My eyes soften, shutting back closed as I prepare myself for what feels like hell. “soldier.” my eyes snap open hearing an all too familiar voice. They glance around the room finally landing on him…the man from earlier. He looks so fucking familiar, who are you?

He stares at you intently, his piercing blue eyes filled with a complex mix of recognition, confusion, and barely restrained anger. He takes a step closer, his metal hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Now that your mask is off, the bright light shining down on your beautiful features, it can’t be…there’s no way. His head is racing with thoughts he can’t even process anymore, this has to be some kind of sick joke. He stops moving, studying your face intently. The lines around his eyes deepen with sadness and something else - a mixture of knowing and regret.

I swallow my fear harshly, it can’t be. “кто ты? (who are you?)” the words fall from my lips hesitantly, I know this face but I can’t remember why I know this face. “Не подходи ближе. (don’t come any closer.)”

"You know who I am," he says in a husky, worn voice, accentuated by years of carrying heavy secrets.

my heart races in my chest, it can’t be…can it? No that’s foolish, you died during the war, didn’t you? I shake my head trying to clear the thoughts clouding my mind. “James?” I murmur, unsure of my words. they linger for a moment too long, my eyes locked onto his. He walks out of the room, “нет…(no)” I whimper feeling the tears build in my eyes. As a single tear falls from my eye, my body shuts down. The machine Hydra built powers off, all left is the woman who used to be in love, the woman that did everything to keep the ones she loved safe, the woman who was once so pure, so innocent. The woman who is no longer who she used to be. What feels like hours later, the metal door swings open. “James?” I mumble unsure once again. I can almost taste the tension in the air, the coldness of the room sending chills down my spine.

He enters the room, his expression a mask of cold detachment. But the moment his eyes meet yours, a flicker of warmth sparks in their depths, quickly snuffed out by the icy facade. "You're awake," he states, his voice devoid of emotion. "We have much to discuss." I simply nod, my mind going blank as his blue eyes land on mine, the eyes that used to gaze into mine filled with pure affection, the eyes that lit up when I would see him, the blue eyes I’ve missed without even knowing it. I attempt to sit up but I’m quickly pulled back down by the restraints on my body. I send him a sharp glare, motioning to the restraints. His expression hardens, mirroring the cold steel of the restraints. He pulls up a chair, sitting directly in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours. "They’re not going anywhere until we talk," he says sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I chuckle lowly, my eyes meeting the cold cement floor. “пошел на хуй. (fuck you)” my eyes meet his, finally letting my cold demeanor take over my expressions. His eyes narrow at your words, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The air grows colder, heavier, as the tension between you thickens like a noose. "Watch your mouth," he growls lowly, leaning forward slightly. He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching your face intently before he begins, his voice low and measured. "You think I brought you here to keep you locked up like an animal?" He pauses, seeing the defiant set of your jaw.

With a swift roll of my eyes, I tilt my head confused, “what else am I suppose to think?” The words leaving my slips softer than intended.

Something in your softer tone seems to break through his defenses. He runs a hand through his hair, showing the first sign of weariness. "You're still as persistent as ever, aren't you?" He pauses, choosing his next words carefully.

I shake my head, biting my bottom lip, tears threatening to fill my eyes once again. I’ve always too been emotional, a curse and a blessing. “you don’t know me.” My eyes flutter close, the feelings that were ‘erased’, taken, changed, now resurfacing. “no…” my words come out broken, my voice betraying the cold expression on my face. His face twists in a pained expression, the tears you've been holding back seeming to mirror his own. He reaches out, his hand hovering over yours before he withdraws it, as if afraid to make contact. "I know you better than anyone," he says, his voice cracking. His eyes search yours desperately, seeing the internal struggle written all over your face. He wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms, to hold you until the pain fades away. "We were everything to each other once.” His words hit a nerve I didn’t know I had, the feelings I’ve held down, the feelings that made me weak are now all bubbling up threatening to spill out, who I am kidding, it’s been overflowing since I got here. I grind my teeth together, trying to suppress the emotions I’ve wanted to feel for years. I can’t. “останавливаться! (Stop!)” I cry out, finally snapping at him.

Bucky recoils slightly at your anguished cry, but holds his ground, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a fierce determination in his gaze now, a stubborn refusal to let you push him away. "Stop what? Fighting for us? I won't. Not until you remember everything." Something shatters inside him seeing you like this, seeing those tears he's caused. He's across the room in an instant, despite the dangers of getting close to a potentially dangerous asset. His voice breaks as he speaks softly. "Shit... just breathe."

I keep my gaze locked onto his as I take deep breaths. After a few long moment of steadying my breathing, the tears fade away, staining my cheeks. Finally breaking the longing eye contact, my eyes flick to my restraints once again, this time almost pleading to be freed, knowing they're a constant reminder of how things were taken from you. For the first time in years, I don’t wanna fight anymore. To be honest, I have no fight left in me. The sight of the man I vaguely remember becoming overwhelmingly hard to look at. He moves quickly, unlocking them with practiced efficiency. The moment they're free, he steps back, hands visible. "I'm not here to hurt you. I..."

I let out a deep breath I unknowingly was holding in. I sit up taking in my surroundings fully, the dark room only lit by an overhead lamp. I glance at James, my eyes almost trusting, something they haven’t been for far too long. “thank you.” His usual stoic façade cracks slightly at your whispered thanks, showing a glimpse of the old soldier underneath. He moves slowly, deliberately, pulling up a chair beside you. "You don't have to thank me," his voice softens even further. I chuckle softly, “I don’t, you were the one that locked me up.” I say my tone jokingly, for a moment my eyes gaze into his, unable to look away once again. I remember those eyes too well, the ones I fell in love with before I even fully met the soldier. His eyes lock with yours, mirroring the unspoken words and memories that linger in his mind, his metallic arm gleaming under the dim light. He swallows hard, trying to break the intense stare. "You always did have a sarcastic mouth,”

Again, he speaks of me in a past term, like he knows me like the back of his hand. For the first time, since I’ve been locked in this room. I smile. For the first time in years even, I smiled. The same genuine smile I always used to wear. “I don’t remember all of you, only that face of yours sweets.” I whisper, using the word I haven’t said in a long time, the word I always called James no matter the place, the small fragments of memory hitting me like a punch to the gut. His expression softens even more, the nickname hitting him like a physical blow. He reaches out, his metal hand hovering in the air before he pulls it back, unsure if he should touch you or not. "Sweets..." He whispers back, his voice barely audible. I nod repeating the word again, softer, sweeter. “sweets.” my eyes glance at his metal arm, the way it hovers in the air hesitantly, but quickly retreats, he definitely didn’t have that before. I extend my arm slowly, placing my hand on his metal arm. The cold feeling of it sending chills through my skin, “I like it.” I look back up at him, my hand resting on his, something screaming at me to not let go. Bucky visibly relaxes at your acceptance, his metal fingers curling gently around your hand. A faint smile tugs at his lips, the first genuine one he's felt in years. "I've missed that smile," he murmurs softly, his thumb absently stroking the back of your hand.

everything hits me at once, the memories fading into my head quicker than I could process. The nights I stayed up waiting for my soldier to come home after a long day of fighting, the days I made sure everything was made perfect for him when he would return. His sweet flustered smiles when I would call him his special nickname. The way he would hold me, just to remind himself I’m still there. The sleepless nights, when I would wake up from another nightmare, he would stay up with me for hours till I seeped back into my slumber, the nights of sleep he would miss because of me, all because he loved me.

Specifically the night I wished him goodbye as he left for the war, his kiss lingering on my lips as he turned and never came back. The night I lost the love of my life. “My James.” I whisper…I can’t hold back anymore. I stand up, throwing my arms around his neck securing him in my tight embrace. His eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly throw your arms around him, but he quickly melts into the embrace, his own arms wrapping tightly around your waist. A soft gasp escaping his lips as you call him "My James", a name he hasn't heard in what feels like a lifetime. The feeling of his strong arms around my waist is so comforting, his natural scent I’ve yearned for years fills my nose making my head fuzzy, god…I missed him. pulling back slightly my eyes drift to his lips, the lips I couldn’t resist kissing anytime I saw them.

Bucky's breath hitches as you pull back slightly, his gaze following yours to his lips. He remembers all the stolen kisses, the loving pecks, the passionate make-out sessions. His heart races at the familiar longing in your eyes, his own lips parting slightly in anticipation. Now it’s his turn to do something, he crashes his lips onto yours quicker than you could process. He melts into the kiss, his metal hand tangling in your hair while his other hand pulls you closer. A soft moan escapes his throat as the kiss deepens, years of longing and missed moments all pouring into one passionate embrace.

You pull back from the kiss, eyes lingering on his face, admiring the features you missed without even knowing it, “My James.”

[oh-phoenixx]

"Grimmauld Place" - Black Brothers/Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 539 words

@abductedhiko

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This was Sirius’s worst nightmare. He had hoped that, after running away, he would never have to come back to this place. For the first three months that the Order used 12 Grimmauld Place as Headquarters, Sirius did not go into his brother’s old room. Sometimes, though, he would spend hours just sitting outside of it.

At first, all he felt was angry. Angry at Dumbledore for caging him in the exact place he’d struggled for so long to escape from, angry at his brother for becoming what they’d both promised not to become, angry at his parents for keeping him trapped here.

Then, he reached for the doorknob. And it was as though just opening the door pulled all of the anger out of him and replaced it with this smothering, heavy sadness, that was probably long overdue. He’d never really allowed himself to mourn Regulus. He had been a Death Eater, Sirius had been fighting against people like him in the war; he couldn’t mourn a person like that. But sixteen years had passed, and Regulus was still Sirius’s little brother. Eternally so.

Stepping into his younger brother’s bedroom, he felt a wave of nausea overcome him immediately. He pushed through it, approaching the loose floorboard where he knew Regulus had hidden things when they were children. He pulled it out and found a small box.

Inside of the box were photos from Regulus’s days at Hogwarts of him and his friends; his friends who Sirius knew had stuck by his side until the day he died. He did not let himself mourn them as well. He didn’t think there was enough of him to grieve anyone else, not with everything he had lost.

At the very bottom of the box, buried underneath photographs, poems, notes passed in class, and relics of Sirius himself, was one more photo. Sirius felt the air leave his lungs. 

Written on the polaroid in Regulus’s neat handwriting was, ‘The love of my life, taken 3 March 1977. 

The two in the photo were not moving, as the photo having been taken with the muggle camera that James got for Christmas in Seventh Year, Sirius was sure. He hated James for it, just for a moment, for insisting on using that godforsaken camera instead of a magic one. They weren’t moving. Why weren’t they moving? 

Sirius had not seen his brother looking so happy since years before the photo was taken. But he was beaming at the camera, James kissing his cheek with an arm wrapped around his shoulder. All of Sirius’s emotions were warring inside of him; confusion, curiosity, sadness, disappointment, bitterness. What was one to feel when finding out that their dead brother and dead best friend had been in a relationship? 

Sirius supposed the sadness was the first to envelop him. His tears stained the photograph. 

“Sirius?�� A voice called from behind him.

He turned to see Remus standing awkwardly in the doorway. Unsure of what else to do, he held up the photograph. Understanding dawned on Remus’s face, and Sirius wondered if he’d already known. It didn’t matter to him anymore. 

“Why didn’t they tell me?” Sirius asked quietly. Remus said nothing. There was not much that could be said.

[lilithofpenandbook]

Something I can't stop thinking about is that Snape began the series being perfectly okay

He was actually at his best. He'd spent ten whole years in Hogwarts without the Marauders and before Harry Potter walked in.

Of course it wouldn't have been easy for him to adjust, but he did. And I just can't help but think of those first months where the other teachers got to know him, and got to realise that this boy needed them, needed their help, and took care of him. I can't help but think of how they promised him that it's okay, it's over, everyone's safe and he's not what he thinks he is. He's okay.

Like, for ten years he would have been happy. He had friends. He had a job. He had a home. Hogwarts was his home.

And then Harry Potter came and everything went wrong.

Can you imagine, him seeing Harry's face for the first time? After so many years of actually being content and happy, suddenly he sees James Potter's face, Lily Evans' eyes. Suddenly he's reminded of Voldemort who will return now, and now he's got a ticking clock, a countdown warning him that that's it, time's up, everything you've built in these ten years are soon going to break. And then come the events of the first and second year. Okay, so they're chaotic and stressful, but it's fine, they're all stressed, they're all in this together.

Then it's Harry's third year.

And that's when everything falls apart.

Remus Lupin, one of his abusers and a serious gaslight, is here in the job he wanted, and acting like everything's fine between them while simultaneously disrespecting him and forgetting to take the potion and being a huge risk to them all. Sirius Black, one of the two main abusers, is on the loose. And no one is ever gonna believe him about Lupin, are they? Suddenly it's Lupin's home. Lupin's safe space. But what about Snape? Do the past 13 years mean nothing? It seems so. And in the end, he has a complete breakdown because it's all coming down.

Then comes the goblet of fire. Okay, normal, right? But then there's moody. And there's the visiting schools. And then there's Kararoff who will not leave him alone! And then...

And then Harry Potter comes with the dead body of a teenage boy, crying and screaming that Voldemort's back.

And now Snape knows that time is up and things only get worse. Everything happens after that, from spying to dealing with that wretched Umbridge who's trying to destroy the school.

And then...

And then he has to kill Dumbledore.

And that when it all ends.

All he built in the past 16 years....

All the promises that they'd never leave him...

That they'd always look after him...

That they know he's not that person he used to be...

That everything will be okay because he has them to look after him...

They mean nothing now.

He's not okay anymore.

[souptastical]

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH PTSD THE GOLDEN TRIO/EVERY WEASLEY KID/ALL THEIR PEERS WOULD HAVE WHEN RAISING THEIR KIDS???

Like seriously- I NEVER EVER see it. It's all how lovely life would be, the peace, how they could finally live a comfortable life- gurl what??

Harry, Ron Hermione were 17. Do you remember being 17? Yeah, take that mindset and imagine going through a goddamn war, one that alllll revolved around you/your best friend succeeding and if it didn't happen, there would be a dark age like no one had ever seen.

⚡️Harry would keep having nightmares, probably forever. There would probably be days where he laid in bed, unable to move due to the consuming guilt and/or depression which would just add more guilt and depression when he got out of it as he left Ginny to care for their kids and would wake to figure out he missed out on core memories of his children. Sometimes, desperate to see him, James, Albus and Lily would just lay there with him in silence. They witnessed their father go through periods of being totally present, totally happy and then he would randomly just look into the floor as if he was no longer there- his flashbacks were always quiet.

💫Ron, I feel, might end up going through substance addiction to deal with the loss of his brother coupled with moments of anger or just random, unjustified annoyance- the same goes for George and this would extremely strain their romantic relationships. He would most likely have flashbacks of countless moments of fear, would hear Hermione's screams at night, would see his brother's dead body upon that stone ground. Rose and Hugo felt so loved by their father, but also aprehensive because at any moment, his mood could switch.

🌙Hermione would have phases of constantly putting herself into intense moments of focus- her work, the kids, anything to keep her mind occupied out of fear those random moments where her arm burned or the memories of her husband spliced would return full force. She would eventually breakdown, her mind strained due to always, all the time, trying to ignore it all. Rose and Hugo witnessed this constantly- one minute she's fine, the next she's sobbing on the floor and Ron was barking at them to go to their room so they didn't have to be there for it, so they could leave him to console her.

☀️I feel like Ginny remained strong for her siblings, parents & Harry after the war to a degree that she ignored her own emotions and turmoil. Entirely. And then, finally when James was born, what was only supposed to be a flicker of post-partum went full fucking swing due to the fact she bottled everything inside for roughly 6 years straight. And it was bad- Harry was left caring for a newborn and his wife that couldn't move, eat, or bathe on her own. She was probably the only one of them besides Hermione who got proper therapy- the boys being too stubborn. When shit was better, she found herself going through these phases of dismissive attitude towards all her children, her PTSD coming out more in anger, probably similar to Ron and George. But she was especially this way to James- because she couldn't bear to feel the guilt about not being there for him upon his birth, she tried to ignore him entirely at points until she finally realized what she was doing later on.

Then there's everyone else- they would be so fucking destroyed by what happened like??? And their kids would have to watch it- they would grow up with parents riddled with PTSD, an entire generation that had the people raising them be torn from war; some that were able to move past it, some that weren't, and some that were always somewhere in the middle.

[takimakiiiii]

make tacos, not war

part4! to the cosmic girl records 

¡cosmic girl records!

summary: tacos, tequila, beaches, the mexican grand prix, beefing with charles and getting roasted by the grid, anything else? 

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader 

fc!: gorgeous girls on pinterest all credits go to their rightful owners!

disclaimer!: there are sensitive and offensive jokes used below so do not interact if you are not ok with those things! If there is anything that i have included that is seriously inappropriate and harmful to people contact me and let me know so i can do my best to make sure everyone is happy!

a/n: AHHHHHHH! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported the ¡cosmic girl records! so far it seriously makes my day to see all the likes and reblogs.

warnings!: talking about addiction to alcohol (the 2019 rookies call y/n an alcoholic), joking about death, y/n calls checo mr taco man, swearing, offensive jokes, british slander i’m sorry 😞, stealing of best friends, the knife emoji?

word count!: 1.6k

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unfortunatelyy/n: siesta, fiesta, tequila and repeat! 

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 bestie1: while i rot away in my pj’s watching friends smh 😔

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I LITERALLY ASKED IF U WANTED TO COME TOO????

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 bestie1: oh yeah 

user1: SHE’S SO PRETTY TF?? 

 user2: the third pic 😍

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 user3: the first pic 😍

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 user4: the second pic 😍 

 olliebearman: the first pic: moments before disaster 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: don’t expose me like that???

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 user9: hittin’ the man with the triple question mark, shit’s about to get real

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 olliebearman: she fell into the water.

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 unfortunatelyy/n: OPEN THE DOOR 

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 user12: GIRL WHAT

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 olliebearman: NO STOP TRYING TO BREAK DOWN THE FRONT DOOR YOU PSYCHO

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s fine. your windows open

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 olliebearman: WHAT 

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 user5: is he still alive 

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 user6: he may be dead i fear 

 unfortunatelyy/n: update: oliver james bearman is no longer a problem in today’s society 😄

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 landonorris: damn hittin him with the full government name is cold 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: shut up what do you know 

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 landonorris: more than you that’s for sure 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY CAN’T U JUST LEAVE ME IN PEACE 

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 landonorris: if i remember correctly, YOU were the one who wanted to be friends 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I WAS 5. i was young, dumb and foolish, i didn’t know what i wanted 😔

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 landonorris: @georgerussell64 @alex_albon 

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 georgerussell64: hmm, i smell a liar 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: tf u sniffing around for mf 

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 alex_albon: damn so aggressive 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: shut up your girlfriend’s cheating on you with me 

|  alex_albon: 🥲

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 user7: alex’s smiling through the pain fr 

user8: the 2019 rookie’s goal this year: make y/n suffer 

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 schecoperez: i approve, nice photos 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: thank you mr taco man 

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 user9: MR TACO MAN HELP

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 user10: okay now i’m convinced they’re besties 

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user11: I could use a glass of tequila right about now 

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unfortunatelyy/n: tequila, tamales, a boy, what more could a girl want?

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 user1: did ollie so dirty in the third pic 😭

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 user2: that’s what happens when u cross y/n 😭

 olliebearman: i take it you’re still mad at me?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yes ❤️🔪

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 user7: NOT THE KNIFE EMOJI 

 carlossainz55: remind me again to never offend you in any way 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @olliebearman watch and learn 

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 olliebearman: ok 😔

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 landonorris: yeah ollie 😒

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 olliebearman: why are you attacking me too 😭

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 landonorris: idk it’s fun 

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 olliebearman: wow. 

user3: we love savage y/n, may she reign forever 

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 landonorris: y/n confirmed alcoholic  

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 georgerussell64: y/n confirmed clown 

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 alex_albon: y/n confirmed delusional girl 

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 charles_leclerc: y/n confirmed idiot 

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 user8: damn 😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: DAMN WHAT DID I DO TO YA’LL 

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 charles_leclerc: live. 

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 alex_albon: steal my girlfriend.

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 georgerussell64: take my phone charger WITHOUT my permission

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 landonorris: @charles_leclerc what he said

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unfortunatelyy/n: . . . I-

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 landonorris: absolutely speechless, completely baffled, rendered loquacious 

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 user5: i didn’t realise lando had that many words in his vocabulary 

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 georgerussell64: okay pop off shakespeare i see u 👀

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I HATE YOU ALL ESPECIALLY YOU @charles_leclerc

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 charles_leclerc: it’s okay we all hate you too! 

|  unfortunatelyy/n: i don’t usually swear but you charles marc herve percival leclerc are one little shit 

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 charles_leclerc: DIE. 

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 user6: oof his ego took a hit with the full name 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: after you, ladies first 😌

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 charles_leclerc: @olliebearman come and get your girlfriend she’s escaped her cage 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: HEY THAT’S NOT FAIR @alexandrasaintmleux I’M ABOUT TO MURDER YOUR BOYFRIEND COME AND GET HIM BEFORE I DO

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 user4: HELP GUYS THE KIDS ARE FIGHTING 

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 olliebearman: @alexandrasaintmleux gf/bf duty calls 😔

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 alexandrasaintmleux: 😔

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unfortunatelyy/n: ready for this weekend! 

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 olliebearman: thank you for the nice photos this time 🥰

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 unfortunatelyy/n: you’re welcome peasant 

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 olliebearman: i can never win around here 

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 user3: poor ollie 😔

user4: THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS KILLING ME 

user1: guys we’ve officially lost her to ferrari 😔

 landonorris: traitor. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: excuse me child

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 landonorris: don’t play dumb, you abandoned mclaren and here i was thinking we were best friends 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHY DO YOU KEEP ATTACKING ME IN MY OWN INSTA COMMENTS FACE ME LIKE A MAN 

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 landonorris: don’t change the subject

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 user2: bro took a hit on his ego with that one 

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 landonorris: i’m calling in the reinforcements @charles_leclerc @georgerussell64 @alex_albon

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 unfortunatelyy/n: STOP 🛑✋

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 georgerussell64: she can’t even admit it 

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 alex_albon: shame on you 

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 charles_leclerc: why’d u call me i literally drive for ferrari

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 landonorris: cuz u roast her the best

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 unfortunatelyy/n: u guys suck

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 charles_leclerc: he’s not wrong 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: I HATE YOU 

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 charles_leclerc: the feeling is mutual 

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 landonorris: you not only betrayed me but the other idiots too

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 alex_albon: i speak for all williams fans when i say FOR SHAME 

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 georgerussell64: FOR SHAMEEEEEE

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 lilymhe: 🤨 whatchu hatin on my wifey for @alex_albon @georgerussell64

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 carmenmmundt: yeah? 🤨

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 alex_albon: @georgerussell64 help what do we do

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 georgerussell64: if anyone asks, i’ve left the country.

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 user5: GEORGE HELP 

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 alex_albon: how could you abandon me like that 

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 user6: such a fake friend fr 

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unfortunatelyy/n: cheat meal!

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user1: she’s never beating the alcoholic allegations im afraid 😔

 user2: WHY DOES THE FOOD LOOK SO GOOD, I’M BOOKING A FLIGHT TO MEXICO RN

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 user3: get zambrero?

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 user2: STFU IT’S NOT THE SAME 

 landonorris: caught in 4k 📸

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 olliebearman: @unfortunatelyy/n YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO POST IT ON YOUR INSTA 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: darling, every photo i take is for my insta 

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 user4: oo that gave me the chills “darling”

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 user5: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER OLLIE SHE’S BRITISH NOW 

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 user6: y/n now: 🤓🇬🇧

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 ferrari: @olliebearman pick up the phone 

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 olliebearman: NO. 

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 user7: RUN OLLIE RUNNNN 

user8: god bless y/n for these photos may she reign forever 🙏

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user9: smh, guys we’ve lost y/n to the tequila, only god can help her now 

user10: get yourself someone who looks at you the way ollie looks at that bowl of food 

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georgerussell64: why would you expose ollie like that, let my guy have his cheat meal without the entire internet coming after him 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: woah what happened to you 

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 georgerussell64: im afraid to ask what you mean 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: who knew george russell would vouch for MY BOYFRIEND 

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 georgerussell64: well it’s better than pushing him into the barriers every weekend 

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 olliebearman 😰

 user11: i have an odd itching feeling that the 2019 rookies still hate ollie for dating their younger sister 

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 user12: ya think 

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unfortunatelyy/n: i cant. it’s race day. 

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 landonorris: wow. exposing me like that. i hope u die alone 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: doing it for the plot 🤷‍♀️

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 user7: AMEN SISTER 🙏🗣️

user1: poor lando, what was the tea tho 👀

user7: y/n’s got her priorities set straight 

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user2: SPILL THE TEA LANDOOOOOOO 

 carlossainz55: what is tea 

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 olliebearman: it’s a drink??

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 olliebearman: oh.

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 unfortunatelyy/n: it’s okay i still love you 

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 olliebearman: ok 😔

 charles_leclerc: SPILL THE TEA Y/N 🗣️

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 carlossainz55: 🗣️🗣️

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 maxvertappen1: 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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 georgerussell64: 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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 schecoperez: 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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 landonorris: IF YOU TELL THEM YOU DIE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: threatening me in my own comments, who do u think you are? |

 landonorris: . . .  your best friend . . . ? 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: nah, oscar’s my best friend now 

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 landonorris: @oscarpiastri ?

|  oscarpiastri: @unfortunatelyy/n: YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO TELL HIM

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 unfortunatelyy/n: whoops 🫢

|  landonorris: i see how it is 😔

 user4: still waiting to know what the tea is 

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 landonorris: YOU’LL NEVER KNOW 

|  unfortunatelyy/n: hm, we’ll see 👀

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 landonorris:😰

user5: oscar and y/n best friends confirmed 👍

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 user6: the y/n i know would spill the tea 👀

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 👀

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 user6: HELP Y/N 

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unfortunatelyy/n: love you to the moon and back a million times, always and forever, congratulations my love 🐻❤️

olliebearman: love you to the moon and back 🌙💞

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user1: LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK? MY LOVE??? ARE U KIDDING ME 😭😭

user2: it’s the onions. it’s the onions. it’s the onions

user3: im not crying you are 

user4: homeboy’s turning 1 

user5: i can’t wait for lando to pop up in the comments it’s like whenever y/n posts he’s summoned or sum shit like that

user6: ah yes, young love 

user8: OMG I’M CRYINGGGG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

landonorris: @olliebearman u know, orange would look better on you, there’s a free seat available here at  mclaren 👀

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 oscarpiastri: i thought you said we were okay 

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 user9: why do they sound like an old couple tf 😭😭

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 landonorris: i say a lot of things i don’t mean, traitor 😤

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 oscarpiastri: you’re acting like a child 

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 landonorris: no you are!

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 oscarpiastri: says the guy who just used an exclamation mark in an insta comment 

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 landonorris: its official. i’m going to dive bomb you off the track next week 

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 oscarpiastri: what? after your DNF? cuz i don’t think that’s possible 

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 user8: DAYUM 

|  unfortunatelyy/n: ooooooh he got u there @landonorris 

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 landonorris: I HATE YOU, YOU STOLE MY BEST FRIEND 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i can’t have stolen him if he was my friend first 

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 landonorris: wHaT. 

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 oscarpiastri: ah yes, the magic of childhood friends 

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 user7: HELP WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT 

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 landonorris: but she’s american and you’re australian. . . right?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: mhm sure 

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 olliebearman: 😦

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 landonorris: 😦

taglist time!: @ilivbullyingjeongin

a/n: thank you for reading if you got to the end! I hope it made you laugh, have a great day xx

[goldenlionprince]

"I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus, only Mummy is Lily and Santa is really Sirius and ... why are you laughing, James?"

(you're getting a quick Jilypad Christmas story too because I just needed to get that out of my system. Happy Holidays!)

~

Peter really didn't mean to get into this situation.

He just wanted a refill on his mulled wine, a totally normal thing to do at a Christmas party. So he went to the kitchen, again a very normal thing to do, only he wasn't prepared for what he would be walking into.

Lily and Sirius.

Kissing.

In the Potter's kitchen.

Sirius leans against the kitchen counters, his hands on Lily's hips, while Lily leans against him, her arms around his neck, their lips locked like no one could possibly catch them in the act.

Only Peter did catch them and they didn't even notice because they are so busy making out. In James' and Lily's kitchen. In the house they just moved into.

So Peter creeps back out of the kitchen, slow and silent, and then turns to go and do his duty.

He knows it's Christmas and all and he'll probably ruin it but James needs to know about this. What kind of friend would Peter be if he wouldn't tell? Telling is exactly what he has to do and that makes him so much better than the so called best friend who's currently snogging James' wife in his own kitchen. Such low morals, really.

Not that Peter is that surprised about it, he has known Sirius for years after all. Not exactly the one with the greatest morals. But it's always been JamesandSirius from the moment they met on the train. They share everything. So Peter is not surprised about Sirius possibly having his eyes on Lily as well, he just is a little bit surprised he would go for it and risk James finding out about it and all the drama that will bring.

Good thing Peter is here for James to step in where his so called best friend has failed him so much. He will be the strong shoulder James will desperately need after this shock. Maybe James will even need a place to stay while he waits for the divorce to go though. Peter's apartment is small but they will be able to make it work. They can just spell the bed to make it a bit bigger – James will surely know how to do that – and Peter will be able to be even closer if James needs him, whatever time of day or night.

Peter rounds the corner to the hallway that leads back to the living room and nearly runs into the very person he needs to see.

“James!” he squeaks and then lowers his voice so the cheaters in the kitchen won't hear him. “James... I .. I need to tell you something.”

“Oh, okay. Just let me get more wine first,” James says and tries to step around Peter to get to the kitchen but Peter jumps into his way. He can't let James go in there unprepared. And without his wand ready. James stops and frowns. “Peter?”

“Do...do you remember that song Remus played for us earlier? That muggle song? About Mummy kissing that Santa Claus person?”

James looks at him with a bit of concern creeping into his eyes but Peter barrels on. He's a Gryffindor after all.

“Well, I've seen it. Just Lily is Mummy and Santa is really Sirius and you really should know that – why are you laughing, James?”

Now Peter is the one looking concerned because James laughs so hard, he has to lean against the wall for support. Maybe Peter didn't break the news gently enough and it did some damage, making him spin into insanity. Maybe Peter's apartment isn't the best place for James to stay after all.

James gulps down some air and wipes at his eyes beneath the glasses. At least he's breathing and not falling over dead in shock. That's something, right?

“Where have you seen them, Peter?” James asks and Peter is a little bit relieved. There was always the possibility that James wouldn't believe him. It's Sirius who's betraying him after all and James has a blind spot when it comes to Sirius that is really a dark hole. The man can do no wrong in James' eyes. Well, see how that blind trust has turned out.

Peter points at the kitchen behind himself and this time he doesn't manage to stop James when he darts around him. There is nothing else for Peter to do than to follow James to the kitchen. He really hopes it won't come to a duel. Maybe he should get Remus as back up?

They step into the kitchen and Peter watches James, wanting to catch the exact moment James sees what's going on behind his back.

James sees it.

And grins.

Peter blinks in confusion.

“Really now?” James says and Sirius and Lily finally pull back from their kiss, but still stay in each other's arms. The audacity. “I have to hear from Peter what you're doing in here while we have guests out there?”

Peter really wishes James wouldn't drop his name. He's not the best duellist and he knows both Sirius and Lily are way better than him.

Sirius only huffs, not going for his wand to defend his questionable honour at all. “It's just Remus and Peter, that's hardly guests.”

Charming as ever.

James laughs, because of course he does. It's like Sirius is doing some kind of magic to him. Magic that ensures that as soon as James looks at him there is no way for James to think anything else but of Sirius as the most perfect human on this planet, even if he just snogged James' wife. It's infuriating because Peter has no idea how it works.

“Still,” James says and crosses the kitchen to stand beside them. “A little unfair that you get to have all the fun without me.”

And then James just buries his hands in Sirius' hair and pulls him into a kiss. While Lily is right there, watching them with a fond smile.

Peter wonders if he's hallucinating. Maybe there was something in the wine.

[moonstruckme]

Can we get a poly!marauders with a reader who has just lost their best friend(not dead, they’re just not friends because they’re friend started being a not nice person) and the reader starts to think its their fault/insecure reader :))) thanks

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 540 words

There’s an odd thing that love does when it changes. It doesn’t go away, just sits exactly where it used to in the center of your chest, and sours. Curdles. 

The ache behind your ribs feels almost familiar, but the pain has lost its pleasantness and it’s just pain. You swallow against it, but it won’t go away, even as James rubs firm circles around the area of affliction on your back. 

“Don’t torture yourself,” Remus tells you softly, looking up at you from the floor beside where you sit on the bed. “You did the best thing.”

You nod like you believe him, but your voice is leaden with doubt. “It feels so weird to go from talking to someone every day to not talking to them at all.” 

James makes a sympathetic sound. “You said it yourself, sweetheart, they’re not the same person you wanted to talk to every day. You’re just looking out for yourself.” 

Looking out for yourself. It sounds selfish to your ears, though you know it shouldn’t. You’re used to looking out for the people you love, and now you’ve gone and left one of them behind. Your eyes flit almost unwillingly to one of the pictures taped to your wall. It’s too small to make out, but you know it well, one of the many of you and your best friend scattered about your home. What are you supposed to do with those now, throw them out? 

Sirius reads your mind (he’s scary good at that sometimes), the mattress shifting as he leans towards you. “Just because you’re not close anymore doesn’t mean you have to hate them, or forget that you were happy during some of the time you were close.” He gives you a rare sorrowful look, raw in its understanding. You feel closer to tears than you have since you’d made the decision. “I know it’s hard to move on, but it’ll be easier if you’re fair with yourself about it. You did the best you could. It’s not your job to figure their shit out for them.” 

You nod, a hot tear cresting your cheek. “You’re right,” you tell him, or maybe all of them. “I’m sorry for making such a big deal out of this.” 

“Hey,” James chides, palm pressing harder into your back like he can push the hurt right out of you. “Don’t be. It’s a big deal to you, yeah?”

You nod again, wiping your face with the heel of your hand before another tear can make it very far. 

“Then it is a big deal,” he says. Remus hums his agreement, looking at you with sad, worried eyes. “It’s okay to be sad for a while. Just so long as you’re not blaming yourself, alright?” 

You swallow, leaning your head on his shoulder as thanks. “None of you guys can ever change like that, okay?” You’re aiming for lightness, but the effect is diminished by the croakiness of your voice. “I’ll have a very hard time ditching you, self-preservation or no.” 

Sirius makes a derisive sound, playing along as he bumps your shoulder with his. “Yeah,” he scoffs, “good fucking luck with that one. Try to shake me, and I’ll latch onto your ankles.”

[n0vazsq]

Romeo and Juliet | RC5 x Reader

pairing . . . rafael camara x non!famous!reader

summary . . . When an iconic kiss happens after Rafael's championship win, fans dig deep to find out who the mystery girl is

request . . . kind of?

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! just some badly translates portuguese bc i dont speak it...

faceclaim . . . random girls from pin // reader isn't fluent in portuguese so she doesn't speak it much but i'll put translations when she does

alexavia yaps . . . legit had this in my drafts for like a week ive been procrastinating this for AGES like idk why?? SO SORRY ITS SHORT </3 anyway i hope you guys like this bc its a bit rushed and kinda shitty like.... also theres gonna be some prema driver features so yeah!!

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[inheartofwinter]

Drarry Fic Rec List: Us Vs The World

The list I want to show you to day is one I especially adore: fics with strong vibe of "us against the world". They could be good, they could be bad, they could save the world, they could destroy it, they could simply go on with their lives. No matter what, they will always have each other.

- Hell & Other Places (M; 2,5k) by @tepre

OR: 9 times Draco said ‘I love you’ and 1 time he didn’t.

Draco & Harry are sent to investigate a haunted Bed & Breakfast.

- Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis (E; 49999) by @vukovich

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

- Basement Level 9 (M; 2k) by @fw00shy

Draco was behind the bomb that blew up Level 10, though they didn't talk about it.

- Stay with Me 'Til Morning (R; 8,4k) by Lucilla Darkate

In a once upon a time world, white magic would triumph over black, good would carry the day, evil would be vanquished, the valiant would stand and be true, and always, always, true love would end with a happily ever after.

- Purple Words (E; 67k) by FangirlWolfie

“High five me.”

James immediately put Harry down and gave him a high five.

Huh?

Oh.

- In Grey Worsted (M; 2,8k) by literaryspell

Harry's only chance at happiness is slipping away, one piece at a time. He isn’t about to give up, though.

- Ever Fixed Mark (T; 1,1k) by @shealwaysreads

In which Harry decides to burn the world, and Draco watches on with adoration.

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken

Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

- Dead Ends (E; 18,8k) by @toxik-angel & @melcarrianna

Head Auror Harry Potter is the best at his job. Head Auror Harry Potter always saves the day.

But someone has been picking off ex-Death Eaters one by one. Someone has been abducting Harry's friends right out of their homes. Someone is fucking the Minister for Magic.

The Minister for Magic and Head Auror are both very concerned about it.

- Because Potter Is Allergic to Poppies (M; 41,1k) by Lomonaaeren

Auror Harry Potter is in hospital being treated for a curse when someone tries to kill him. Obviously it is up to bored, trapped Apprentice Healer Draco, who was only admitted to the Healer Program in the first place to do the menial work, to find out who did it. Because then they will promote him. No, it’s for no other reason, thanks.

- Toujours pur (T; 21k) by Veralynn

"Malfoy would never confess truth to an enemy, and we’re enemies to him. That’s way I made a plan.”

“A rat,” Harry said.

“Exactly. Someone I can trust one hundred per cent about You-Know-Who. Someone who knows well Malfoy and his past. That makes you the perfect candidate.”

- REVOLVEVLOVER (E; 46,3k) by @firethesound & zeitgeistic

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

Career Choices: Harry: Hit Wizard; Draco: Anti-Government Extremist

- Who we are in the shadows (E; 99,7k) by @quicksilvermaid

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise?

Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself.

What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

- Draco Malfoy and the Heart of Slytherin (T; 34,9k) by sabershadowkat

At the heart of every Slytherin.

- The Boy and the Sleeping Prince (E; 26,7k) by @phoenix-acid & @writcraft

Harry is miserable and tired of being an Auror, coasting through life until he’s forced to make some changes. Spurred on by his passion for drawing and working with best-selling author Draco Malfoy, Harry develops a charm which gives children a magical, interactive reading experience. But when it’s time to test the spell, the two men find themselves trapped in a nightmarish fairy tale world. Can they escape unscathed, or is Draco right in his assertions that there is no such thing as a happily ever after?

Career Choices: Harry: Illustrator; Draco: Writer

- When Death Comes Calling (T; 2,6k) by @mystickitten42

It’s All Hallows’ Eve and as Harry investigates a string of seemingly related deaths, there’s one he hopes to prevent.

He looks over Harry’s shoulder and Harry turns too. They both see it, the dark translucent figure making its way to shore.

~ Or ~

Getting together in the face of Death. Literally.

- Servile (E; 68,5k) by calrissian18

“I would love anything you gifted me, My Lord, but this,” silver eyes, the same shade as the dragon that marked Harry's arm, glinted in his direction under the Death Eater’s hood, “is exquisite.”

- The Corruption Sequence series (E; 94,2k) by beren

Harry Potter is captured by Voldemort and the Dark Lord has plans for him that involve the essence of many different dark creatures. What Voldemort cannot know is that the presence of Draco Malfoy will affect the outcome of his plots and change everything.

- More Powerful Then Experience (M; 89,7k) by flightinflame

Harry's life changes when he is three, when his parents are murdered and the Dark Lord takes him to raise as his own.

Draco's life changes when he is six, when he finds himself given to a strange green-eyed boy who speaks Parseltongue and casts impossible magic.

Remus's life changes three years later, when a chance meeting proves to him that somehow James and Lily's son is still alive.

- The Gryffindor Prince (G; 6,3k) by @mfingenius

“Do not come near us again, evil Slytherins!” he exclaims, pointing his wand towards them again. Pansy and Blaise look more amused than anything, really, but they hold up their hands in surrender. 

“Alright,” Pansy says, agreeably enough, a smirk on her face. “But Potter, Draco’s a Slytherin, like us. He’ll have to come back eventually.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, and, a moment later, he is throwing Draco over his shoulder, arm tight across the back of his thighs so he won’t fall, and Draco yelps.

Have fun reading!

[forestdeath1]

1000% canon-compliant fanfic "Dead Gay Wizards". Wolfstar, Jegulus

***

Sirius is looking at himself in the mirror in the train's toilet. He adjusts his beautiful wavy hair and clips a star-shaped pin into it. After all, Sirius is the name of the brightest star, so Sirius always has to highlight his connection to it.

Sirius fusses a bit more in front of the mirror, and satisfied with his appearance, leaves and heads to the compartment. Opening the door, his heart skips a beat. Sirius sees him and freezes at the entrance.

Over the summer, Remus has grown taller and more muscular. His dark hair falls in light waves across his forehead, and a long scar on his face only makes him look more striking and intense. He has a gaze that suggests he has figured everything out in life. It's a look of confidence and nonchalance. A street-smart guy, this Remus. He smells of the danger, fights, and strength.

Sirius can't breathe.

“Siri, why are you standing in the doorway?” James's voice snaps him out of it.

“Um, I... uh...” Sirius mumbles and awkwardly sits down.

“Hi, Sirius,” Remus turns his deep eyes towards him, as if seeing right through him.

“Bonjour,” Sirius mutters.

***

James looks at Sirius and then winks – of course, James has figured it out. It's Remus – the guy who by fourth year had been the first kiss of nearly everyone. Everyone had a bit of a crush on him, especially in Gryffindor – the house known for having 90% gay students. This is why the Black family was so furious about Sirius being sorted there, even sending him a Howler saying he shouldn't have ended up in the "f- house."

Well, almost everyone had a crush on Remus – except Lily. Because Lily was crazy about Mary, and that broke James’s heart.

They arrive at Hogwarts and go to the Great Hall. As they sit down, James sees Lily looking at Mary with timid hope. His mood drops, and his gaze accidentally falls on the Slytherin table...

Damn.

Could that be Sirius’s brother? Last year, James barely noticed him, but this year... he's so tall, a bit arrogant, so... handsome? James accidentally chokes on his drink, and Remus immediately pats him on the back, saying in a serious deep voice:

“Be careful, James.”

But James can’t be careful anymore. He feels he's fallen into a terrible trap.

***

Regulus is walking back from his first Quidditch practice, where he was chosen as Seeker. He's also now a prefect. He’s happy because Regulus will do anything to please his parents, so they won’t torture him. His parents have no joys left since they almost ran out of money after that scoundrel Uncle Alphard took it all. Regulus is even ready to go to the extreme measure of becoming a Death Eater, just as his father and mother want, to save his family from ruin. Voldemort demands financial support from every pureblood family, and since the Blacks can’t give money, they’ll give their son to his service. Maybe they can get Sirius too, but it’s unlikely Voldemort would want to deal with the disgrace his older brother is.

Does Regulus want to become a Death Eater? No. But everyone thinks Voldemort is his idol. Because Regulus Arcturus Black knows how to make his parents happy.

Regulus washes off the sweat, turns off the shower, and wraps a towel around himself. He steps out and bumps into...

“Potter, what are you doing here? It’s our team’s time.”

James Potter – the golden boy adored by everyone in school – except Slytherins, of course. A brilliant captain and Quidditch player, and... Sirius’s best friend.

Regulus feels disgusted because Sirius is his family’s biggest shame and a dark stain. Sirius is not only a gay but also James’s sidekick, always whining about how unfairly his parents treat him. As if he can’t handle a few Cruciatus Curses from his mother. That irritates Regulus, and he wishes he could forget he has such a disgraceful brother.

“I came to prepare for practice,” Potter says with a cocky smile.

Regulus suddenly notices that Potter is undressed and looks at his tanned, muscular body from Quidditch. Something clicks in Regulus’s mind.

Suddenly, Regulus realizes he’s a gay too...

“Move out of the way,” Regulus says in French, quickly grabs his robe, and leaves the changing room.

***

“Get lost,” Remus says roughly to Snape, who has his wand pointed at Sirius.

Sirius feels relieved. Snape sneers, holding a grudge but unwilling to fight Remus. Everyone knows Remus has anger issues, and if he gets mad, it’s trouble for everyone. So, Snape slinks back and runs off into the castle.

“Merci,” Sirius says mildly.

Remus doesn’t reply, just looks at Sirius for a long time, then leans against a tree and lights a fag, watching the smoke rise into the sky. He’s so tall…

Sirius feels his heart flip again because he desperately wants to shag Remus. Everyone wants to shag Remus. And Sirius must be one of the first.

***

Everyone thinks that Sirius and James are smart on their own, but Peter knows the truth – Remus does all their homework, and Peter helps Remus. Because Peter knows that he is incredibly smart, it’s just that no one else sees it. Peter is so smart that he knows how to hide his intelligence – just in case it might come in handy.

But within the Marauders, everyone has long known that the brains of the group are Remus. He came up with the Marauder’s Map, made the mirror for Sirius and James to communicate when they got detention (they always get caught...). And it was Remus who figured out how to become Animagi because James and Sirius had the idea to support Remus that way, but they didn't know what to do and didn't want to give up on the idea. So, to prevent them from hurting themselves, Remus tiredly agreed to help them find the process, otherwise, those idiots might injure themselves.

Peter agreed, and he also helped Remus because Peter was actually very, very smart and capable. His smartest decision was to hide his intelligence and skills, especially from McGonagall. Every time McGonagall scolded him for mistakes, Peter secretly chuckled to himself, knowing he was fooling everyone.

***

“Mon ami,” Sirius purrs, sitting next to Remus. Remus slowly turns his head to look at this beautiful boy who is soft, feminine, and so… dramatic. Something about him attracts Remus, but he doesn’t want to dive too deep because he’s afraid of drowning in Sirius’s drama.

“What?”

“Can you help me with my homework?” Sirius purrs, snuggling closer to Remus.

Remus sighs wearily.

“Sirius, have you ever thought about picking up a textbook?”

Sirius’s face twists in a pout, and tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

“Fine, just don’t cry, please.”

“Hooray!” Sirius jumps up and gives Remus a friendly kiss. Remus feels himself getting aroused.

***

At his birthday, Sirius drinks so much that Remus has to carry him to bed.

“Mon ami,” Sirius says as Remus puts him to bed, “don’t leave.”

Remus lies down in the bed, and they fall asleep.

***

A week has passed since they fell asleep together, and Sirius can’t stand just fantasizing about Remus anymore – he needs him. He really wants to shag him. Remus is too stern to make the first move, but Sirius knows Remus feels something too…

So, one day after Hogsmeade, when they’re both partially drunk, they end up alone together. In the room, they stand for a long time, just looking at each other, then suddenly reach for each other.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Remus says.

“Why?” Sirius whispers.

“Because…”

***

Remus doesn’t know how to answer. He’s not sure if he wants to be in a relationship with Sirius. Something inside him suggests that Sirius doesn’t take things seriously enough. That Sirius is too superficial.

“Because it’s too soon, isn’t it?” Remus says.

“Alright,” Sirius sighs and drops to his knees in front of him.

***

Snape knows he must get revenge on Remus, who constantly torments him and protects Sirius and Potter. He starts digging into Remus’s secrets. He knows Remus is a werewolf, and for some reason, Lily doesn’t see it, and Snape needs proof. For months, Snape has been snooping around. This isn’t his only problem – there’s also the nasty gang of Slytherin Skittles, who always make life hard for the Marauders. But lately, the Slytherin Skittles have eased up on the Marauders, which is suspicious... So Snape feels he must destroy Remus and the other Marauders himself.

***

“I know who he is,” Snivellus says.

Sirius feels rage building inside him. This vile Snape has caused them so much trouble. And then a brilliant idea comes to him…

“Want proof?”

“Yeah?”

“Go to the Whomping Willow tonight and…”

***

Sirius enters the room, looking pleased with himself.

“I solved the Snape problem.”

“How?” Peter asks.

“We have a damn weapon – the werewolf! Hahaha,” Sirius laughs, and Peter and James look at each other in horror.

“What did you do, Siri?” James jumps up.

Sirius explains. “I thought it was brilliant, wasn’t it?”

***

In the morning James tells Remus everything that happened that night...

“He thought it was brilliant.”

“It’s harmful for him to think,” Remus replies dryly.

Inside, Remus feels broken. He will never forgive Sirius.

Sirius will no longer be part of their group.

***

Everyone says Sirius is James’s best friend, but James has always considered that he has three best friends – Remus and Peter too. He loves each of them equally and would die for each of them. Friendship is sacred to James, and each of them is part of his flesh and bone. He would never let anyone harm them.

Alright , he loved each of them.

What Sirius did is a biblical betrayal that James isn’t sure he can forgive. How could Sirius do this to Remus? Especially after everything between them?

“I told you,” Regulus says, lighting a cigarette in the Room of Requirement. “This is Sirius. He thinks of no one but himself.”

James feels pain and wants to cry. But he holds back. Because Regulus… Regulus is in pain too.

James approaches cautiously from behind.

“Can I hug you?”

Regulus nods.

***

Sirius approached Remus, his eyes filled with tears.

“Rem…”

“What do you want?”

“Rem, I didn’t mean…”

“What did you mean?”

“Just… to teach Snape a lesson. To make him leave you alone.”

“No, Sirius. You don’t see the wolf inside me as part of me. You see me as a weapon and a monster. That’s all.”

Sirius feels tears streaming down his cheeks.

“N-n-no…”

“Yes, Siri,” Remus says, wearily taking a drag on his fag. “I can’t forgive you. The wolf inside me can’t forgive you. At least not now.”

And Remus drops the cigarette and walks away without looking back. All Sirius can see is his disappointed, tired eyes. Sirius falls to his knees and starts to sob uncontrollably.

***

It's nearly Christmas, and Sirius hasn’t talked to anyone for a month. He’s returned to Grimmauld Place. Yesterday, Walburga gave him a preventative Cruciatus Curse, so that today Sirius would agree to become a Death Eater. They want to send Sirius into service instead of Regulus because Sirius is their disgrace and they’re happy to be rid of him, while they want to protect Regulus a little longer.

But Sirius refuses.

His mother screams at him:

“You bloody f-! They taught you this, didn’t they? Crucio!”

Sirius’s screams echo through the house.

***

Regulus is terrified when he hears his mother yelling at Sirius.

He wants to be with James. To the warmth of that sunny boy, who promised to save him.

James always saves. Those who can be saved.

But some people can’t be saved, and Regulus thinks that maybe one of those people is his selfish, hysterical older brother Sirius.

***

After the tenth Cruciatus Curse, Sirius decides to run away. He turns into a dog and runs, not caring where he goes.

***

Sirius left Regulus alone with their parents.

Sirius abandoned him.

Sirius left.

Selfish bastard.

***

“He abandoned me,” Regulus says to James when they’re at Hogwarts. “And you took him in.”

James feels ashamed.

“I haven’t forgiven him. But he has nowhere else to live. So he’s staying with us. Listen, Reg. I’ll get you out of there, you hear me?”

Regulus nods but doesn’t believe him.

***

During the Easter holidays, Regulus is supposed to take the Dark Mark. He stands in front of the mirror in his ceremonial robes. James promised to save him, but… apparently he won’t. No one cares about Regulus.

Suddenly, he hears a noise at the window and looks over – there’s James on a broomstick.

“What are you waiting for? Get on!”

Regulus climbs out, and they fly away.

“Where are we going?”

“To my home!”

***

“Regulus Black?” Monty says. “Merlin, you look exhausted…”

They took him in as their own son. Over time, they even started to love him more than James. Euphemia always said:

“At least one of my sons is smart…” meaning Regulus.

With much sorrow, James forgave Sirius, and now the three of them lived together.

***

Remus also forgave Sirius.

For months, Sirius walked around with tear-streaked eyes, feeling unwanted, with no money, and his grades had gotten even worse. Remus felt sorry for him. So he decided Sirius had suffered enough and forgave him.

But their first time having sex was brutal because Remus poured all his anger into it and nearly tore Sirius apart.

He also marked Sirius as part of his pack.

Now Sirius is his bitch.

When Remus calls him that, Sirius whines in satisfaction. Sirius loves it when Remus dominates him.

***

Remus, Peter, James, Sirius, and Regulus sit together by the fireplace. Remus holds Sirius close, as Sirius melts in his arms. James holds Regulus. Only Peter sits alone, because he is the straightest of them all, straighter than an arrow, and secretly a homophobe. But Peter is also very smart, so he knows how to hide it.

They’re at James’s house, eating naan with curry, and discussing everything that has happened.

“And Dumbledore said we need to become Dumbledore’s Army to fight Voldemort,” James says quietly.

“But we’re not 17 yet?”

“Dumbledore said it doesn’t matter, because the main thing is to defeat Voldemort, and then the Ministry. And he said it would be better if I became a Death Eater to spy for him,” Regulus adds.

“I won’t fight for Dumbledore. I hate him. He did nothing to protect me and Reggie from our parents,” Sirius spits.

Remus looks at them, troubled.

“I think he took me into the school just to use me as a weapon and to communicate with other werewolves through me… a power-hungry old bastard, that’s what he is.”

Sirius, with tears in his eyes, snuggles closer to Remus.

“I’ll never let you go.”

“I won’t leave you,” Remus says firmly.

“Well...” James says thoughtfully. “So, we have two enemies? Voldemort and Dumbledore?”

And then Peter realises that these four are real idiots and thinks, to hell with them, he definitely won’t survive with them, and starts devising a plan of betrayal.

***

The end of fifth year, 1000% canon-compliant fanfic "Dead Gay Wizards"