#remus with the golden music taste

[irunsometimes]

rip remus lupin: you would have loved david kushner

[siriusblack-the-third]

marauders aesthetic: dark academia

sirius: chin length silky hair in a shag cut. fingers stained with motor oil and black ink. drives everyone crazy with the bold black eyeliner he gets marlene to teach him. twirls his wand and quills between his fingers. old leather jackets thrown over messily buttoned shirts. tie hanging untied around his neck. reads any book he can get his hands on. always has a peppermint on his person. if you're close enough to get a sniff, he smells of damp grass, leather, parchment and mint. chess comes as easy as breathing to him. can't sleep at night, so he climbs out the window and sits on the top of gryffindor tower to stare at the stars. french is his first language, and he speaks italian, greek and latin. only has to study occasionally for herbology. a properly made macchiato, always. half smirks and cocky grins, and grey eyes that spark with mischief. cruel streak a mile wide, so he hates getting angry. a little bit of a slob (it drives james mad). won the under 19 europe duelling tournament at age fourteen. god tier poker face. climbs into james' bed after particularly terrifying nightmares. hums french songs to him to calm himself down. david bowie, led zeppelin, ac/dc, sex pistols. immense raw power that sizzles under his skin and smells like lightning storms. his magic is visible in his veins when he gets emotional. silver eyes, sharp glare, wicked words, even crueler spells. mastermind behind more than half of their pranks. when he laughs, he sounds like the pureblood he is; all refined and perfect. at six feet four inches, he's the tallest of the marauders. loves giving james shit for being shorter than him. plays the violin, and composes sometimes. it reminds him of the nights he locked himself and regulus into the music room at home and played till his fingers bled. perfect waltz, perfect posture, perfect table manners and perfect posh accent.

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remus: curly golden brown hair in messy undercuts, lanky body and lean muscles. five foot nine inches and hates it. leaves when a person lights up a cigarette; says the smell is overwhelming on his senses. always has a cup of black coffee with him, but never drinks it. comfy jumpers, pressed trousers, perfect uniform, prefect badge pinned to the front. piercings— tongue, ears, nose and lip. charms the tongue piercing to taste like chocolate. hates reading, but does read a few of the books that james recommends. will never give up a chance to sleep in. polite smiles and genial nods in the presence of teachers, quirked eyebrows and infuriating smirks otherwise— he's a two faced little bitch and he's proud of it. doesn't get angry, but does get annoyed. hates confrontation, and will get out of one as fast as possible. sharp wit, sharper tongue. dry, sarcastic remarks under his breath that make peter cry with laughter. a human heater. fingers stained with blue ink and chocolate smudges. if he's not with the marauders, he's either sleeping or studying in the library. best at defence against the dark arts, but still not as good as sirius and james. speaks welsh, scots gaelic and old english. learns french and latin from sirius. a complete, utter mess; everything from his school satchel to his wardrobe to his bed is chaos (james despairs over his habits). absolutely loathes history of magic and potions. favourite subject is care of magical creatures, mostly due to the chaos that professor kettleburn causes. elton john, cher, tchaïkovsky. cannot play any musical instrument, but loves it when sirius and james duet together. smells like chocolate, cinnamon, and honey. owns a diary, and gets called a girl for it by peter. has chronic joint pain that is aggravated by the scotland weather. difficult relationships with his parents, but he still loves them and they love him back.

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james: messy curls long enough to be tucked behind his ears. the only one who can beat sirius at chess. had an indian accent the first three years of hogwarts. plays the piano to calm himself. six foot one inch and hates it because sirius keeps giving him shit. fingers stained with charcoal, graphite, and alta dye applied for bharatanatyam. always moving, can never sit still unless he's reading or sketching. kajal lining brown eyes and dotted behind his ear for good luck. bright smiles and fondly exasperated shakes of his head. mother hen because "none of these idiots can be trusted to look after themselves". brown skin that just gets darker from quidditch practice in the sun. reads literally anything he can get his hands on, genre does not matter. dozens of journals filled with detailed sketches of anything and everything that catches his eye (a couple of journals are dedicated solely to green eyes. a couple more are filled with sketches of sirius). outstanding at transfiguration and arithmancy. never has to study (it drives peter to apoplexy). does not get offended or angered easily, but will go off on anyone who insults his friends. fits into any clique— jock, nerd, theatre kid, musicians, you name it. hopeless romantic. hates messes, always nagging his friends to clean up after themselves. chai, always. unapologetic mama's boy. proud of his indian lineage. rises before the sun does. always has cold fingers, and steals sirius' jackets. burrows into sirius' hugs for warmth. long, scalding hot baths. mother tongue is marathi. speaks hindi, urdu, french, latin, tamil, greek and sanskrit. loves every subject except history of magic. listens to any genre of music as long as it sounds good. loves balls and galas because he gets to dress up and dance. always has some sort of indian confectionary on him— barfi, laddoo, maisurpak, gulab jamun. it adds a sugary layer to his chandan perfume.

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peter: buzz cut, but wants to grow it out. steals james' books and never reads them. smells of earth and a woody perfume his mother got for him in fourth year. can't play chess for shit, but is better than remus at gobstones. his bed and closet are well maintained and always neat. laughs a lot (it sounds squeaky), and his eyes twinkle when he smiles. best at herbology and care or magical creatures, but he hates the latter. a sarcastic twerp and a sneaky little shit. has the normal sense of humour— the other three boys thrive off of dark jokes. absolutely loathes studying, but needs to do it, so he does (while grumbling good naturedly about sirius and james not needing to). whistles when he walks the corridors of hogwarts, with his hands in his pockets. loves the waltz, and always has a record playing at low volume whenever possible. atrocious sense of style/fashion, and gets heckled by sirius and james for it. has notebooks upon notebooks filled with little doodles that are surprisingly good. always listens when sirius or james play the violin or piano, and sometimes drags remus into a waltz to make everyone laugh. claims to be annoyed by james' mother henning, but everyone knows he adores it. friends with a lot of the younger students, and always has liquorice or lozenges on him to give to them. cat person, terrified of mcgonagall. he loves watching james perform bharatanatyam, and asked for lessons in fourth year. he gave up within a month, saying he would stick to waltzing, thank you very much. always, always, has a granola bar filled with nuts somewhere in his pockets. does not understand why mint chocolate is a thing, and absolutely refuses to eat anything that has mint in it. steals james' confectionary and gets tackled for it. will eat ice-cream no matter the season, even if he has a cold.

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Looking (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus hated parties. He hated the noise and the sweaty people and he hated the crappy mixed drinks he was positive contained at least one person' germs. He didn't understand the hype of getting trashed and losing control and always doing something you regret.

But here he was getting ready with Barty and Evan to go the annual Gryffindor bash thrown in favour of the one and only Sirius Black. It was also the one and only party Regulus allowed himself to be reluctantly dragged too, because, well, it was for his brother after all.

Dressed in a low cut mesh dark green top, form fitting black trousers, and his famously curated collection of rings and necklaces, Regulus left the dorm to wolf whistles from his friends. He simply rolled his eyes. Regulus knew he was good looking and had excellent taste, his friends were just dramatic.

But when they walked in through the portrait hole, it was almost like the whole party stopped to watch them walk in. Regulus both loved and hated it, and was somewhat thankful for his Black genes so that in this moment he didn't cower away. No, instead he commanded the room.

Walking through the decorated common room, the other students cleared quickly out of his way. Parting the sea of red and gold, he walked straight through to where Sirius was smiling brightly and hanging off Remus' arm behind he table were he was controlling the music.

"Reggie!!!" Sirius yelled as he saw him. Regulus couldn't help but smile a bit. He loved seeing brother truly happy and well he might be influenced a bit by the alcohol he wasn't anywhere near drunk to make this disingenuous.

He let Sirius pull him into a hug, and then when Sirius pulled back Regulus handed him his gift. Sirius' face went bright, and Sirius looked at Remus and the to his right where no one was standing. When a small look of confusion landed on his face he started looking around the room. "James!" He called, and Potter quickly rushed over.

"Hey!" James said to Sirius, before his eyes peered around at the rest of the small circle they had created.

"James look Reg's here and he brought me gift!"

Regulus rolled his eyes, but then his eyes landed on James who was now starring at him.

Regulus was only pulled from his trance when a sharp smack to the back of James head made the golden eyed boy look away. "Oi stop ogling my brother!" Sirius said.

And well, maybe it worked for a moment but neither Regulus nor James were quite too fond of following instructions.

[thebestofoneshots]

firstly, I absolutely adore your blog!! <3 ur so cool

secondly im curious to know- what marvel superhero would you assign to each of the marauders? I personally think sirius would love ironman, he’s so tony stark coded

AH, you're combining some of my favourite fandoms, babe! Which is why I might end up writing a way deeper analysis than I need to lol. But let's go through it one by one.

My darling James, the golden boy of his era, he is 100% Captain America. He is hell-bent on protecting those he loves, and he would do anything for them. Also, he's been in love with one girl for all of his life. It's just so fitting for him, I feel?

But also, I feel like James could also be a great Spiderman (and that is probably his favourite superhero), especially younger James, with his charm and charisma and how he is loved and cherished by his people. Also, he is totally in love with a redhead.

Remus Lupin is a complicated one. You know, I feel like Hulk is quite fitting, since you know he gets angry and turns into a green monster, which kind of relates to Rem in a deeper level. Having said that, I think his superhero would be Moon Knight and I'm ready to diе on this grave.

Hear me out, it's about the deep-held emotional trauma and the way Steven and Jake came into existence to protect Mark, he would absolutely love, love Moon Knight, especially the Disney+ version of him. There's also the lack of control the multiple personalities entail (which is very much like Remus' turning into Moony) and the moon theme. Besides, Rem would totally have a mini crush on Oscar Isaac.

And for Sirius, I agree, he is definitely Iron Man coded and would love Tony, I mean it's in the daddy issues they share with each other, the family background, the rich kid persona and all that. But I also think Sirius would love, and I mean LOVE Peter Quill (StarLord).

StarLord also has family issues, but he grew to become an absolutely charming character, sharing his love for beings with Sirius (aka they're both a little bit of heartbreakers) and he is super funny, which I feel Sirius would love. They both love music, and Sirius would praise Starlord's taste every single day of the week. Something else Siri would love about StarLord is his found family. He met the Guardians of the Galaxy and they all adopted each other, in the same way, Sirius adopted and was adopted by James and Remus.

Reggie is Bucky Barnes (and this is one of my favourite Marvel characters). Bucky was brainwashed and tortured by Hydra, in pretty much the same way Reggie was by his family. He shared that traumatic past and his absolute desire to be better, and to improve, he doesn't want to be a deatheater anymore and he fights for what's good. Also, if he is Bucky and James is Cap, we can have a bit of Starchaser hehe.

Lily loves Spiderman, and not because James does, nah, Lily has been a fan since she was a kid, she loves his sense of justice and how he fights for what's good. Spiderman's motto "With great power, comes great responsibility" is literally Lily's bible.

Marlene is into Black Window, and not only bc she has a massive crush on her, but because she thinks she is the most badass character in the entire fucking Marvel universe, no joke. She can stand against beasts three times her size, and fight alongside the most powerful superheroes on earth by being just a human woman? She is INCREDIBLE!

Mary gives me Vision vibes, I'm not sure why, but I totally see her reading Vision fanfiction and writing some too.

Barty is a Loki kid, you cannot change my mind. I mean, forgotten and neglected child who has to be exceptionally good at everything to get the attention from his dad? He becomes evil bc he thinks it's the only way he'll get Odin to see him? This to me screams Barty, and he would love Loki.

And lastly, I think Evan likes Quick Silver. Firstly, he thinks he's super hot, but he also loved his relationship with his sister, and he loves Pietro's charm. There's just something about him that he can't stop thinking about. I also feel he would like Mystique, but that's due to her complicated past, and her ability to become anything anyone she wants. He feels it would be so freeing to do that.

PS. Didn't I say I'd go crazy with this analysis? Aaaah I'm such a nerd...

[staledirt87]

What if Human!Au

Janus is the father of Virgil and Remus

Patton is the father of Logan and Roman

Logan and Roman are both adopted, as is Remus but Virgil is the bio son of Janus and unnamed ex. The foster house Roman and Remus were in refused to advertise them as siblings as Remus was a "problem child" and Roman was a "golden boy" so Patton and Janus had no idea they were seperating twins.

A lot more under the cut:

There's always music playing in Janus' house, every day he comes home and puts on a jazz or classical record on the old record player he got from an antique store. On relaxed days Janus will come home, put on a record, and read on his armchair with Virgil listening to the music on his lap and Remus drawing at his feet.

Patton makes sure there's always fresh pastries in the Hart household. There's never a limit to how much they can eat as long as they eat an actual meal along with it. Logan always offers to do the measurements and Roman doesn't let anyone else do the mixing. It's a good day when there's flour everywhere, at least one egg got dropped by Roman, and there's warm cookies on the cooling rack.

Logan talks and talks to Roman who writes and writes about what he's told and they excitedly present their work to Patton who is always chest-bursting proud no matter what. Roman and Logan only ever fight when they play together and Roman's ideas are too fanciful for Logan and Logan's ideas are too boring for Roman. Only Patton can settle those arguments by either distracting them with something else or saying "actually, that can work if you do this!"

Virgil is really reserved around Remus at first, clinging to Janus' leg whenever he was near, but then Remus showed him his drawings of monsters and demons and Virgil pointed out a spider and then they were best friends. One day Janus gets called to the school because Remus punched a kid because they were bullying Virgil for crying over a spider and Janus makes this big act of being disappointed and saying "I'll make sure he learns his lesson" for the principal when really he takes them both out for ice cream afterwards.

Janus takes Virgil out record shopping as he refines his music taste, buying him whatever records he wants. As a birthday present Janus and Remus buy and paint a record player for Virgil's room. Whenever Remus runs out of paint or pencils Janus takes him to all the art stores he can and buys like a year's worth of supplies. The best gift he ever got wasn't even for a special occasion, on a whim Virgil composed a playlist for one of Remus' smaller sketchbooks and Janus payed someone to press a vinyl of it with the cover art being the cover of the sketchbook. They have movie nights on an old projector of classic slasher films.

Patton makes days of things. Roman wants to see a play? They're going to the mall afterwards and maybe even going to the aquarium. Logan wants to see the meteor shower that night? They're watching documentaries about deep space objects and meteorites all day until it's time to star gaze. Unlike in the Lis household where the main love language is quality time the Harts excell in gift giving and acts of service. Logan got the box set for all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's works and a poster of the observable universe on a random Tuesday and Saint Patrick's Day respectively. Roman comes home one day to see all of his scripts edited in eraseable ink and his favorite sweets on the kitchen table. Patton never gets tired of telling them stories at night, taking suggestions from both kids and expertly weaving a tale of magic and science and evolutionary pathways of dragons until both are asleep.

The kids meet in high school and Roman and Remus immediately have a bond. They don't recognize eachother as brothers yet but there's something there that they both feel. They write comics together and commonly argue about the plot and designs, but their relationship never really falters. Virgil attaches himself to Remus' side and because of that meets Logan. Their bond strikes much slower than the twins' but eventually Logan becomes the #1 person Virgil goes to when he's having a panic attack or anxious about something: whether it's talking him through excersices or just being present Virgil always thanks him with a song recommendation or a sneak peak of a song he's writing.

Janus comes home from work (defense attorney) to Remus' embellished tales of the four's escapades and Virgil listening to music, somehow hearing and correcting every time Remus tries to make Virgil look stupid. Occasionally they'll vent about a teacher that took away Remus' figdet toy because it was "distracting" or forced Virgil to present in front of the class. On those days Janus will make them their favorite foods and put on the special jazz record he only ever uses when it's been a tiring day or one of the kids had a nightmare. Janus doesn't hesitate when Virgil is having a bad anxiety day or Remus can't get gory explicit images out of his head to call them out of school with a forged doctor's note.

Patton works at an elementary school so Roman and Logan walk there after school and do homework in his classroom until school lets out. After Patton is able to leave Roman starts telling them an equally embellished story of the day with Logan's occasional correction when it starts getting too outlandish. On bad days where the students were rowdy and Roman got his notebook taken away for writing in class and Logan got picked on for taking slang literally they'll go home and bake whatever they have the ingredients for.

As the friendship goes on they start spending more and more time with eachother outside of school, Remus and Virgil taking the time that Janus is still at work to join Roman and Logan at the elementary school or the Hart kids visiting the Lis house to chill and listen to music. Janus and Patton never officially meet until it's 3 am and they're in the police station because the twins convinced the other two to jump a fence and Remus' sleeve got caught in the barbed wire and their combined yelling alerted someone walking their dog.

They get to talking more after that and notice some similarities in the twins when they were younger. While Remus used to talk about his "brother at the foster home" Roman would mumble in his sleep about "how unfair it is the knight has to save the dragon." Janus does some digging and finds out the truth. They discuss how best to tell them before eventually deciding on a conversation over a laid-back dinner.

It doesn't stay a laid-back dinner, as soon as they sit down Virgil immediately realizes something is up, which means Logan and Remus realize, which means Roman also knows. Logan asks what's wrong and Virgil just points to Janus: "the snake is gonna tell us something." Janus looks impressed and him and Patton tell them what they found out. Roman and Remus freak out and are split between being pissed they didn't realize before or ecstatic at finally reuniting.

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christmas when you're alone - i

some lovely roman christmas angst for the soul.

merry christmas eve to all who celebrate! this story is for those who love a bit of sadness during the holidays. or in this case...a LOT of sadness.

2.3k words (i plan on coming out with a part two soon that's based on a request! all you rosleep fans out there will be a big fan of it, wink wink!)

(cws -> emotional/psychological abuse, guilt-tripping, toxic parental figures. also, patton and janus are the main "whumpers" so to speak while logan, remus, and virgil are more like bystanders. this is just a very sad day for roman.)

Christmas was one of Roman's favorite holidays. Everything about it to him was nothing short of spectacular--the lights, the beautiful music, and most of all, the Christmas spirit. The giving and the wishing and the believing. Roman really, really liked the believing. After all, what was Christmas without the magic?

This year, Roman was determined to create the best Christmas yet. After a turbulent year with a lot of hurt feelings, Roman figured that a fantastic Christmas would be the best way to make everything perfect again. So he worked tirelessly on decorating the house, making sure there were elements to the decorations that everybody enjoyed. Sentimental ornaments for Patton, tasteful silver string lights for Logan, golden candlesticks for Janus, a gingerbread graveyard for Virgil, and a creepy-looking inflatable Santa for Remus. While none of it was particularly Roman's taste, it did look cool when it was all put together, like a kaleidoscope of Christmas spirit, aesthetics bumping into each other and mixing together. And besides, it didn't matter if Roman liked it. Christmas was about giving, after all! And Roman would do anything to make the others happy with him.

When the house was finished, Roman started on creating and wrapping his gifts. Being Creativity, he had the entire universe at the tips of his fingers. He could give anybody anything he wanted, as long as it fit in the mindscape. So he tried very hard to give everybody gifts that would be meaningful and sweet, and he wrapped them with gentle care. Roman wasn't particularly good at being gentle or careful, but it didn't matter what Roman was good at. All that mattered was his friends' reactions to his beautiful and thoughtful presents. He desperately wanted to see them happy, but he was also worried about what might happen if they weren't happy.

Thinking about that made Roman's stomach twist, so he distracted himself by blasting "All I Want For Christmas Is You" while taking a shower with hot-chocolate-scented sugar scrub.

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The month zoomed by faster than anybody had anticipated, and before he knew it, Roman was waking up on Christmas morning. And everything felt perfect. He could smell cinnamon rolls being baked in the kitchen, and the cheerful chatter of his friends. Being a heavy sleeper, Roman was used to being the last one awake, so he was quick to get himself ready so the rest of the group wouldn't have to wait on him for much longer.

After putting on a red sweater, brown pants, brown socks, and a reindeer headband, Roman felt ready to go. He smiled a few times in the mirror, just to make sure that he looked perfect. Then, he walked out, joining all the noise and bustle that his friends were making seamlessly.

The cinnamon rolls were warm, the conversation was silly, and everyone seemed to be getting along. Roman just sank in his chair, taking in all the celebratory atmosphere as if it was more valuable than oxygen. Everything was going so well. It felt too good to be true.

Probably because it was.

"Roman, what took you so long?" Janus asked, "Was getting your hair and makeup perfect more important than having breakfast with us?"

His question was carelessly flung into the air with a teasing attitude. The words stung Roman like a slap.

"I don't have any makeup on," Roman replied, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, "I got ready as fast as I could. I'm sorry, I must have slept in a bit more than usual. You all weren't waiting too long for me, were you?"

Silence hung in the air like a cloud of fog, until finally, Patton spoke up.

"It's okay, buddy! We learned our lesson now. Next year, we'll just start without you! That should motivate you to get up on time."

Roman winced, his cheeks burning as Logan and Virgil chuckled, and Remus dove into another cinnamon roll. His eyes felt hot as Janus stared at him with a cruelly amused expression, his gaze practically boring into Roman.

This was going to be another hard day, wasn't it?

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Things started to go even more downhill when presents were being opened. Roman struggled to stay still, so excited about both his gifts, and the gifts that others were receiving, that he found himself constantly squirming in his spot on the floor, surrounded by crumpled up wrapping paper and shiny new items.

"That one's from me!" Roman exclaimed eagerly as Virgil opened up a new pair of black Converse. "They're high-tops, see? And they're platform, because you said you wish you could grow taller for Christmas. Now you can! And look, there's spiderwebs on the bottoms! I painted them myself!"

"Wow..." Virgil said, putting on the shoes and walking around in them. "Cool. Thanks, Roman."

The air turned cold, and Roman started to feel very, very uncomfortable. Virgil seemed happy with his gift, but everybody else seemed upset. Roman didn't understand. Was something wrong with Virgil's shoes?

"Roman, do you- really think that was a sensitive choice?" Patton asked, "How would you feel if someone got you a gift targeting something you're insecure about?"

"Insecure about?" Roman asked, his heart leaping out of his throat, "What- what do you mean? I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"

"Stop attacking Patton and answer the question," Janus hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"I-" Roman choked, looking around the room for any semblance of support. He didn't understand. Why was this happening? He thought he'd gotten Virgil the perfect gift. He looked at his list and picked the one thing that seemed impossible. The one wish that Virgil added, but didn't expect to receive. What was so bad about that?

"Are you just going to sit there and look stupid, or are you going to apologize?"

Even Logan was doing this now?? Roman tensed up. His heart started to pound, and his hands trembled against his will. He slid them under his knees so nobody else would see how afraid he was. After all, that would probably make everyone madder.

"I'm sorry, Virgil," Roman whispered, his voice too watery to speak any louder. "I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I just wanted to get you something thoughtful."

"Thoughtful," Janus muttered under his breath with a short laugh, exchanging a glance with Patton, who quietly giggled. "Is he even capable of thought?"

"It's...whatever, Roman," Virgil said awkwardly, "They're cool shoes. Can we just move on to the next person?"

Everybody else carried on, perfectly normally, as if nothing had happened. But Roman just couldn't. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, and he repeatedly squeezed them shut and opened them, trying as hard as he could not to cry in front of all of his friends on Christmas.

When it was his turn to open a gift, Roman smiled when he saw that it was from Janus. The past gifts Janus had given were lavish and extravagant, and Roman loved things that made him feel even more like royalty. He carefully unwrapped the golden paper, and tried to mask his confusion as he held up a very, very large book. It was incredibly heavy, to the point where his muscles were straining while he tried to read the cover. And when he did, he felt like he was going to die.

A Comprehensive Guide to Manners and Etiquette.

As everyone else read the title, they started to laugh. Remus high-fived Janus, and Patton snorted, hiding his smile behind his hands.

"Look, Roman, it's extra convenient for you," Janus said, "See? It's almost as big as your ego."

This caused the rest of the group to howl with laughter, and Roman to bow his head, quickly swiping a hand over his cheek before anybody could catch a glimpse of the tear that had fallen as his heart broke on what was supposed to be the most magical day of the year.

But no matter how Roman felt about it, this was a present. He had to do the polite thing.

"Thank you, Janus," he said, cringing at how choked up he sounded.

"Aww, you're welcome, Roman," Janus cooed, "Merry Christmas."

He patted Roman on the head patronizingly, and Roman felt like he was going to suffocate. He was only able to breathe again when the attention was off him, as Patton opened his next present.

Roman tried to steady his breathing, focusing on what everyone else was receiving. He laughed at their jokes, marveled at their presents, and pretended like everything was perfect. It really wasn't much different from performing onstage. All he had to do was play a character. He just had to be the happy, indestructible Princey that everyone wanted him to be.

But that was much easier said than done. Even when Roman stopped speaking, the insults and cruel remarks continued.

"A megaphone! Better not let Roman have it."

"I love this poetry book. It's way better than all the sappy shit Roman writes."

"Roman, aren't you happy with your gift? Now when you feel like being an attention whore, you can write in this diary instead of whining to us about how the lipgloss you ordered is the wrong color."

"This is the last time we let Roman decorate. Look at how gaudy this room is. It's almost as loud as him."

It.

Didn't.

Stop.

The world was spinning. Everything was going wrong, and Roman couldn't understand why. He had tried so hard. He did everything he could to make the others happy, putting in hours to prove that he was more than the selfish, egotistical, bratty caricature that they berated him constantly for being. Maybe Roman was being stupid, thinking that things would be different today just because it was Christmas. But now, Roman was experiencing his very first Christmas in which his biggest wish didn't come true.

He just wanted a day where he wasn't being berated and teased for every move he made. If it was really that hard for the others to resist pulling their tricks and humiliating him, then maybe Roman was the problem. Maybe he had messed up too many times, and was now irredeemable. He would always be the evil twin. The stupid one. The bratty bitch who always ruined every room he walked into. The egotistical one who needed to be knocked down a peg. It wasn't fair. Couldn't they see he was trying? What more did he have to do to prove that he was more than his past mistakes? If groveling and changing everything about himself to the best of his ability wasn't enough, maybe it was time for Roman to give up. Maybe he was going to have to resign himself to being the first punching bag in history to wear a crown and a sash.

"Roman, what are you doing?"

Roman blinked as he heard Patton's voice, stopping his zoning out as he realized something dreadful. His shoulders were rising and falling sporadically against his will, and his breathing was audibly stuttered. Everybody was staring at him with wide eyes, and something salty and wet settled in the groove between his lips.

He was crying. Not just crying--sobbing. Uncontrollably.

"Oh, great, here we go again," Remus sneered, "Little Princey didn't get exactly what he wanted on Christmas."

"That's not why I'm crying!" Roman choked, "I have to go-"

Hands tightly grasped onto his shoulders, pushing Roman back down into his sitting position before he was able to get far off the ground. Janus smirked at Roman as the creative side flinched.

"You're not going anywhere," Janus said, "On a family holiday? What would Patton think?"

"Ro, I just don't understand," Patton cut in, "Why do you always have to make everything about yourself?"

"You totally just killed the vibe," Virgil added quietly.

"We were having fun before you had to go and put a damper on everything," Patton added, "You're ruining Christmas, Roman."

As Roman gazed around the room, he saw not a shred of sympathy. Not even a hint of curiosity or recognition pertaining to why he was feeling this way. Why he was choking on his own tears instead of laughing and having fun like everyone else. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to keep Roman around except to further embarrass him.

His tears were funny to the others. To them, he was nothing but a sad clown.

"Please let me go," he begged, "Please. I'm sorry. I just need some time in my room, and then I won't do anything wrong for the rest of the day."

"Maybe you should go to your room," Logan said.

"But maybe you shouldn't come out," Janus added, "What do you think, Patton? Is it too harsh to give him a time-out on Christmas?"

"The better question is, can we trust him not to be a whiny little bitch for the rest of the day?" Remus chirped.

As the group deliberated over whether or not Roman had a right to celebrate his favorite holiday with his dearest loved ones, the prince shut down. He closed his eyes and stopped fighting for air through his gasps and sobs. What was the point? What was the use of doing anything if every day was going to be like this?

Roman didn't even push back when Janus carried him to his room, placing him on his bed and locking the door behind him with a magic seal.

How did the fun sound so much louder when Roman was far away from it?

As Roman curled up under his blankets, he let himself cry fully, knowing that nobody would be able to see him and ridicule him anymore. His sobs echoed off his walls, dissonant with the joyous laughter that taunted Roman outside his door.

He really was all alone, wasn't he?

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taglist -> @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @amazon-me-bitches @izaachehim

(let me know if you want to be tagged in the second part!)

[cinnamoodles]

a very cozy cafe event

in honor of two hundred followers (!!!) im hosting a cafe event ! - - - - - we’ll have a blast < 3

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🍓 [ strawberry dreams ] — after reading your description of yourself, i will ship you with a character from the fandom of your choice/or a random character !

🍫 [ chocolate ganache ] — send me a prompt of your choice and a character and i will write a drabble or blurb based off what you send! ( 500 words, max )

🍾 [ bubbly soda ] — i will create an ‘Instagram account’ based off of what your account might look like if you were dating/friends with a character you assign !

🍮 [ pudding party ] — assign me a character to create an aesthetic moodboard/profile theme ( your choice )

💌 [ perfect parchment ] — give me a comfort character, who will then write you a love/platonic letter, after you give me some information to include!

🧺 [ picnic tunes ] — tell me your personality and overall music taste and i'll make you a playlist!

🌱 [ fresh greenery ] — i’ll assign you an aesthetic based on your profile and posts, complete with a moodboard and banners!

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR marvel — steve rogers, tony stark, thor odinson, natasha romanoff, peter parker (one and three), harry osborn, matt murdock, doctor strange, shang-chi, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, loki friggason, bucky barnes, pepper potts, peter quill, scott lang, hope van-dyne, gamora, nebula, jane foster. ( dm me for asking if I have anyone else )

the summer i turned pretty — jeremiah fisher, conrad fisher, steven conklin, belly conklin, cam cameron.

harry potter ( golden era ) — harry potter, draco malfoy, ron weasley, hermione granger, cedric diggory, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini.

harry potter ( marauders era ) — james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, severus snape, lily evans, regulus black.

dc — clark kent, bruce wayne, diana prince, barry allen, hal jordan, dick grayson, jason todd, conner kent, wally west, damian wayne.

stranger things — steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robin buckley, chrissy cunningham.

misc — spencer reid, mike ross, elle woods, tangerine, anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, li shang, flynn rider, lucifer morningstar, prince charming, aladdin.

[winryofresembool]

Jily fic: Lavender Haze, pt 1/3

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Friends’ Day! I’ve been working on this fic for a couple of weeks now, ever since I saw @chdarling mention that Taylor Swift’s Lavender Haze music video has major Jily vibes, and now I decided it’s finally time to post the first part. This fic was /supposed/ to be a one-shot, but, surprise, I have already almost 7000 words down and still more to come and guess who has no patience to edit all that at once. So, the title will hopefully start making more sense with the later chapters, but anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! (Ps. the first part works as a one-shot but there /is/ more to come after this)

Summary: In the aftermath of James’ last Quidditch match at Hogwarts, he has a question for Lily

Words: 1300+

genre: just pure fluff

AO3

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It started after a Quidditch game.

Gryffindor had beaten Ravenclaw in the final game of the Quidditch season, taking the house cup home for the third time in a row. After the match, Lily had run down to the pitch where the team was celebrating and getting surrounded by their house mates. She herself was heading towards one specific person, though. The said person was the captain of the Gryffindor team, who was currently holding the House Cup high in the air for everyone to see. His back was towards her, but she could tell he was smiling from ear to ear, his yells possibly louder than anyone else’s around them. She couldn’t help but smile with him, knowing how hard he had worked to get his team this far, even with head duties and NEWT:s demanding his attention frequently. Before he noticed her, he was lifted up by his mates who were talking about giving their captain a little dip in the lake with the Giant Squid.

“Oh, come on, blokes!” James yelled at his friends when they saw her. “You’re free to throw me into the lake whenever, but let me at least kiss my girlfriend first so she’ll know I’ll be thinking of her if the squid decides I make a good dinner!”

“Prongs, you know he wouldn’t dare,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “I bet you taste terrible.”

That caused some snickering around them, but Sirius, Peter and Remus did let him down from their shoulders, and a laughing James straightened up in front of her.

“Hi,” he greeted, suddenly seeming – did Lily see correctly? – a bit shy? That was surprising considering James had always enjoyed being the center of attention. He attempted to flatten his wild hair, which, needless to say, didn’t work, but it was a gesture that seemed rather unfamiliar to him.

“Hi,” Lily replied, giving him a small wave. Not waiting for him to respond, she pulled him into a hug and muttered into his ear: “Congrats, Captain. That was a pretty impressive victory.”

James pulled back enough to see her expression, grinning even wider than before. “Those are big words coming from you,” he said playfully, giving her a quick kiss on her hair, but then his face turned almost uncharacteristically solemn. Leaving the Quidditch trophy and his broomstick with his teammates, he excused himself and pulled her farther from the crowd. From the corner of her eye Lily could see Sirius sending James a thumbs up, but she didn’t understand why. The match had already ended, after all.

For a moment, James was nervously searching something from his pockets. Finally, he found the item and held it in front of her.

“This is for you.”

“For me?” Lily looked at him with confusion. The item he was holding was a snitch. Not the same one that had been used in this game - that was still in the seeker’s hands, and this snitch was a bit bigger than the regular one - but a snitch nevertheless. “Why?”

“You’ll see. Just open it.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands as he waited for her to take the flying object.

The snitch opened automatically when she touched it (she suspected James had charmed it to do that), and her mouth opened involuntarily when she took in the object that was revealed.

It was a tiny potion bottle, filled with something golden. The label on it said ‘felix felicis’. 

“Um? Where did you get this? It’s incredibly rare.” Lily raised her eyebrow. “And why are you giving it to me?”

“It’s not what you think,” James stated. “See for yourself.”

He unscrewed the lid and poured the liquid into his hands, making Lily gasp in horror. Why would he waste such a valuable potion like that? However, before she had time to say anything, the liquid was already evaporating, creating golden shimmer in the air before it disappeared altogether.

James noticed her expression. “Lily, dear, you know my potions skills aren’t good enough to brew a real felix and Slughorn takes really good care that no one gets near the patch he always shows to the 6th years. No, it just looked the same, for a certain reason... But… there was something else in this bottle too.”

Something else had fallen into James’ hands besides the liquid. A ring. And not just any ring, it was old and expensive looking, gold with a big ruby in the middle, one Lily suspected James had gotten from his family.

“What…?” she started quietly, suddenly forgetting all about the crowd right next to them. She couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence, her mouth just hanging open now.

James took a deep breath and knelt in front of her, while keeping his hazel eyes locked with hers. He was holding the ring between his fingers while his other hand took a hold of hers. “Lily Evans… You’re probably wondering now why I hid this into a felix felicis bottle. I know this is going to sound cheesy - Sirius almost gagged when I explained my idea to him - but I did it to symbolize the fact that you make me feel luckier than felix ever would. I’m constantly in awe that you chose me even though sometimes I think you’d deserve better. I can still hear your words from that one day by the lake - you know what I’m talking about - and I know they were true. But I’m trying to learn, I really am, and having you by my side makes it a whole lot easier. That shows how wonderful you are.”

He gulped, momentarily turning his eyes away from her as he tried to gather himself.

“I know we’ve only dated for a relatively short while and some would probably say I’m crazy for doing this, because we’re young, hell, we aren’t even out of Hogwarts yet, and the world out there is a scary place right now… but guess I am a bit crazy.” He stopped for a moment, his eyes fierce now. “Crazy in love. And if there’s something I know for sure - have probably known since 5th year - it’s that I want my future to be with you. The good parts and the bad, everything. So… will you marry me?”

Lily hadn’t realized she was crying until she felt James’ fingers gently wipe the tears away. They had been discussing their future quite a bit the past few weeks; a possibility of joining the Order of the Phoenix whenever Dumbledore allowed them to do that, and getting a flat of their own preferably somewhere close to London so they would be near where things were happening. So, in a way, his question had only been a natural continuation of that. But still, the way he had done it… she hadn’t been prepared for that.

Finally, when James was about to start sweating for completely non Quidditch related reasons, she managed to make her brain work enough to give him a teary chuckle: “Of course I’m saying yes, silly!” She weaved her fingers into his messy hair and pressed her lips into his.

As the kiss deepened, the people around them started cheering and celebrating, Sirius wolf whistled and someone even yelled, “Looks like we’re getting a double party in the Common Room tonight!” before the crowd slowly started withdrawing towards the castle. Lily and James were still swaying on their spot as the teachers walked by and Professor McGonagall stopped in front of them.

“I believe more congratulations are in order,” she nodded towards the ring that James had at some point – Lily wasn’t even completely sure when – slipped into her finger. “That’s wonderful, you two,” she gave them a genuine smile. “Just… don’t forget you’re still our head students so I’m expecting the Gryffindors to behave themselves tonight,” she said more seriously, but Lily swore she winked at them before she turned to leave.

“Thank you, professor,” they said after her. “And don’t worry, we won’t.”

McGonagall flicked her wand as a sign she had heard them before she started discussing something with Professor Dumbledore, and the two just grinned at each other as they too started moving towards the castle.

[sillylittlejesterman]

WIP - Reunion

Just a small part of the WIP im working on, it is my lifes work /lh

Remus and Sirius reunite after years of being apart and a messy, complicated relationship in the past. This is just that scene

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Classes had ended for the day and the sun slowly sunk down past the horizon. Remus’s classroom was bathed in beautiful golden light as he finally packed away the record player. He’d had this record since he was a little kid. With a quick whip of his wand, the desks had all been moved back to their proper spots and the boggart was safely locked away in the department storage room. Two more days until the full moon. 

Remus examined the old classroom, making his way up the stairs to his office. So many memories are made in this room. So many memories that Remus grasps onto, fearing they’ll slip away. He knows there are things he’s forgotten already, and it pains him. 

The office was bathed in the same golden glow of the sunset that the rest of the classroom was, but there was something more grim about this place. He finds a sort of irony in walking up these stairs to his office; walking up here was an absolute death sentence while Remus was in school. Sirius had made that walk of shame many times before. Here, Remus was now the one sending mischievous students into that office; he was now the one setting up picture frames and quill sets on the creaky old desk - or at least in the space that he could. The room was already filled from the various former Defense teachers. Ancient term papers scattered across the room, being held in place with glass preserved hippogriff claws and vases of dittany stalk; paintings filled the tower walls, holding fragments of the past lives of each professor, reminding Remus of the legacy this position upholds. His first day on the job, Remus even found a paper he’d written as a 6th year, folded neatly on the sagging desk, as if it was just waiting for him to happen upon it; he stared at it for a while, maybe two minutes, maybe ten, lost in the memory of bittersweet days gone by. 

Remus carefully set the record player back on the bookcase, slipping it neatly into the cavity that he created for it to fill. This was one of the few things that Remus truly valued. The record player had followed him to the ends of the earth, and he had no intention of letting that adventure end. 

“I’m happy to know you still have the same silly music taste.” 

Remus’s body froze. That voice was all too familiar. He could feel his muscles tensing with nerves and anticipation. There’s no way that he could really be there. He could feel salty tears start to well in his eyes. There’s no way. 

He gripped the sides of the record player, grounding his senses. He’s had visions of Sirius before; dreams that felt like reality. He’s heard Sirius calling to him from far away, begging for his help, pleading for more time, for understanding.  

‘It’s not real,’ Remus thinks to himself. ‘He can’t be here.’ 

But knowing the news that Sirius had escaped earlier in the year…could it really be him? The thought of that kept Remus frozen in his spot. He could taste the salt of his tears. 

“Won’t you please turn around and look at me.” 

His voice was smooth, as it always was. Sirius only spoke like that to him. Remus knew if it was anyone else he wouldn’t have this kind of patience. 

“Remus, please.” 

There was a step forward. 

Remus’s breath caught in his throat. 

‘He’s not really here,’ he thought. Remus gathered his courage and let go of the player, packing up the recording and moving to go put it away. He quickly wiped off his face, hoping to hide his involuntary tears. 

“Remus.” 

He shook his head, trying to will those thoughts away. The visions had never ever been like this before, never multiple times at once. Remus began to worry. He busied himself with sorting the records, finding the right one for the next class. Anything to keep the flood of painful memories at bay. 

“He’s not here,” he muttered quietly under his breath. 

“Moony, look at me,” the animagus pleaded once again. 

Remus sorted the books on his shelf, focusing on anything other than Sirius’ ghostly voice. 

“Moony!” Suddenly there was a hand, yanking on Remus’s shoulder. 

“Please just look at me would you.” 

Remus was startled by the strength and reality of his grip. His lip quivered with anxiety and fear. He was really here. 

Standing in front of him was truly Sirius. He could feel the texture of his hands, grasping ever so tightly to his shirt, his other hand rested gently on his other shoulder. Remus couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. 

“N-no,” he muttered. “No. You- no…” He shoved Sirius off, somewhat hesitantly. If it was really him, he never wanted to let go, but he could never be sure.

“Moony..”

“No!” He frantically wiped away his tears. Sirius looked ghostly. His skin was paler than Remus remembered, he looked starved and skinnier. His curls were matted and his body was covered with inky tattoos. Remus recognized the moons stretching across his sharp collar bones. He remembered when Sirius surprised him with those. The thought only made him cry even more. 

“You… you are putting everyone here and yourself in danger, you-” His voice wavered under the weight of the pain. Remus kept his gaze down, fearing to look Sirius in the eye. “You hurt our friends you-” 

“You and I both know I would never-” 

“You hurt me!” Remus continued, still avoiding the pleading gaze of Sirius Black. 

“And I have spent twelve years wishing everyday that I had done something- anything different,” Sirius interrupted, raising his voice for the first time. “So please, please just listen to me.”

Remus finally met his gaze. With all the changes to Sirius’s appearance, the ghostly pale skin, hollowed cheeks and grimy clothes; his bony limbs and matted, dirty hair, one thing still was the same. His eyes. His beautiful blue gray eyes, his eyes that pleaded and begged for mercy whenever he looked at Remus, the eyes that held the weight of the world at sixteen years old, the first pair of beautiful eyes that looked at Remus with pure, unconditional love. Although the vibrancy has faded, his eyes still remain Sirius’ only tell, for as strong and confident he might seem, one look and Remus knew exactly what he was thinking. 

“Your eyes are still the same.” Remus couldn’t help himself. 

“Now that’s a little forward after so many years, Moony.” Sirius smirked, trying his hardest to lighten the situation. 

[seashantiesandbrandy]

I need skinhead Remus Lupin,therefore welcome to my very badly written wolfstar headcanon/ficlet (I have no idea this is my first time writing one of these)

In the summer before his fourth year, like in Atyd, Remus got caught up in dealing, maybe cigarettes or weed, he also got involved in the skinhead counter culture. I’m talking tightly cropped hair, dr martens, drainpipe jeans ska music, everything.

When he got on the train in the beginning of fourth year, Sirius 👏 went 👏 feral 👏 the bisexuality in him was gripped tight and pulled into the limelight.

Sirius was ✨p i n i n g✨ he came up with plans to get him alone with Remus but somehow Peter and James always got involved

After December half term (Christmas break) Sirius reinvented himself, tying to get Remus to notice him. He donned the leather jackets and band t-shirts, ripped jeans and occasionally the leather trousers that the marauders all grilled him for.

He didn’t only change his clothes but his personality too. As his hair grew out Sirius became more flirty and was known to have a trail of broken hearts behind him.

His music taste also changed, following the counterculture of the time, he absolutely adored T.Rex and Bowie and the Rolling Stones and Lou Reed. He became glam rock.

Remus was down bad at this point. His skinhead lifestyle lasted just over two years until the summer before year 6 where Remus decided to grow his hair out and he no longer felt the need to hide behind the tough fashion of last year. He began wearing softer clothes with more neutral colours, his personal favourite outfit were those that included brown corduroy trousers or his 2nd hand cashmere jumper.

That September Remus stepped on the train and made his way to the marauders. Needless to say, Sirius was flabbergasted, Remus now had curly golden hair that shon in the sun and traced his eyebrows.

Sirius was going to have fun this year

[winnienora14]

Okay so here’s the basics

Remus(or a variation of words looking like the word moon):unregistered werewolf, really intelligent, the soul of an old grandpa, very sarcastic, introvert,studious, loves to read, David Bowie fan

Sirius(or padfoot/pads):very very gay, kind of punk rock so like he wears high liner, a leather jacket, doc martens and he has a motorcycle but also kind of not because he’s probably wearing a skirt on that motorcycle, extrovert, James’ best friend, Regulus’s brother, kind of brother issues, mommy issues, ran away from home because it was abusive, Freddy Mercury fan, black dog animagus

James(or prongs):golden retriever, people pleaser,a romantic, obsessed with quidditch and in canon, with Lily Evans, extrovert, Sirius’s best friend, latino or hindi, stag animagus

Peter(or wormtail): My version of him is the one from Just Lovers(like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars, but in canon he’s a traitor who helped kill his friends and that’s how most people see him, huge introvert, rat animagus

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter are called The Marauders

Lily:studious, feminist, taylor swift fan, loves to read, child of Athena, keeps rejecting James until he gets better than she falls in love with him and they get married and have harry than die (in canon), they’re usually just friends in fanon), introvert

Mary: kind of a slut but in a slay way, her favorite colors red, she loves makeup, high heels and red nail polish, she’s a huge dress and skirt wearer, she could easily be an influencer, she supper joyful, extrovert, black, has an afro, she punches boys in the guts or the face when they’re mean to her or her friends

Pandora: a cute little weirdo, she has an insect collection, she’s Regulus’s best friend, she’s Evan’s twin sister, she doesn’t have a lot of friends because people think she’s weird, fairy core, she one day hopes living in a cottage, shy, ambivert, loves tarot and astrology, some say she’s black some say she’s white

Dorcas:resting bitch face, she’s a scary lesbian, hates all men, will protect the people she cares about with her life, hates reading, loves cinema, is so damn proud of being black(love her for that), most of the time she’s judging or making a ‘I’m better than you face’. Loves to make fun of her friends(in a nice way of course), to be exasperated and to be sarcastic, ambivert

Marlene: golden retriever, extrovert, impulsive, punk rock, loves Led Zeppelin, ACDC, Metallica, nirvana, Black Sabbath,etc. , has a leather jacket, is in a band, really really good friend of Sirius, she’s the kind of person to jumb up and down and to bang her head when she’s listening to music

Most of the time, we call them The Girls but sometimes also The Valkyries

Evan:quiet, poetic, vans wearer, incredible observer, skater boy, scary, drinks and does drugs, reckless, a bit unhinged, Pandora’s twin brother, could without a care in the world kill someone, says ‘’Yolo’’ a lot, that’s not canon but I feel like he has a photographic memory, reads poetry in secret, he doesn’t get angry he just does a blank stare like ‘I’m going to kill you in your sleep’ which is somehow worse, jealous, a bit too protective of the ones he loves, probably mentally ill

Barty:fucking unhinged, bullies children, really bad daddy issues, a fucking genius but he doesn’t show up to his classes, would kill someone any day, smokes a lot of weed, does a lot of drugs actually, doesn’t drink though, lives the taste and smell of blood, skater boy too but less, people are terrified of him, always looking for trouble, he’s a little shit always has a little grin on, burns shit for no reason, bipolar

Regulus: quiet, the soul of a tragic old poet, writes poetry, loves greek mythology, mean, feisty, trans men, mommy issues, Sirius’s brother, kind of brother issues too, almost never talks, super intelligent, the king of sarcasm, the scariest of the bunch because he’s mysterious so you don’t really know what he could do, he loves that, makes people think he thinks he’s better than all of them, quidditch player, model student, studious, loves to read, great fear of failure, sad depressed twink, dark academia aesthetic

Pandora, Dorcas, Evan, Barty and Regulus are called the Slytherin Skittles

Ships:

Wolfstar:RemusxSirius (old grandpa x slutty gay biker)

Jegulus:JamesxRegulus (grumpyxsunshine trope)

Rosekiller:EvanxBarty(both mentally ill trope idk lol)

Pandalily:LilyxPandora (cottage core, fairy core, flower crowns and braiding hair)

Dorlene: MarlenexDorcas (calm, hates humans introvert x excited, with ADHD, never stops yapping golden retriever gf)

Marylily: MaryxLily (red lipstick, putting each others high liner, complaining about men together, looking hot)

Jegulily:James,Regulus and Lily(grumpyxgrumpyxsunshine)

Jily:JamesxLily (Taylor Swift kind of love(?), got married and had lots of babies kind of love, just comfortable bliss, calm lives)

Those are the most popular ships

Their backgrounds:

Regulus and Sirius were abused by their mother and father (Orion and Walburga Black). They are from a pureblood noble house with lots of weird crazy rules and a lot of incest. Sirius ran away from home when he was 16 but didn’t take Regulus with him. Regulus hates him for that but deep inside he still loves him and miss him because he’s still his brother. Regulus joins the Death Eaters (Voldemort’s gang) because his parents force him to. He then tries to betray Voldemort and save the world but he dies before completing his task. Their family is pretty much the most important and prestigious in the world of magic. They’re rich. They have cousins named Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa. Andromeda and Sirius get along really well because they both ran away because of the crazy blood supremacy and abuse. Andromeda gets along well with Regulus too but they’re not as close. Regulus and Narcissa are really close though. They both hate their families but are too scared to leave. Nobody likes Bellatrix because she is completely crazy. Sirius and Regulus have a gay oncle named Alphard who ran away from home just like Sirius and Andromeda. They love him really really bad.They’re really close to him.

James is an only child from a pureblood family too but his family refused the title(to be in the 13 pureblood houses) because they don’t believe in blood supremacy. So they don’t really count as purebloods per say. His parents (Euphemia and Fleamont) had him really old so they give him pretty much everything he asks for. Euphemia and Fleamont are literal angels. They are so so so nice. They took Sirius in when he ran away. His families rich because his dad created a hair potion. That means James is rich too because he’s going to be the only one to inherit both their money.

Lily:She has a sister named Petunia who she has a really complicated relationship with. It’s mostly because Petunia’s jealous of Lily. The fact they have a bad relationship kinda hurts Lily because no matter what she loves her sister. Lily’s a halfblood. They are middle class.

Barty is from a pureblood family. He is extremely close to his mother. His father neglects him. He mostly just tells him he’s useless and dumb. All in all, his father is an asshole. Barty does really crazy shit just to piss him off. He really really wants to kill his dad. They have a lot of money.

Evan and Pandora are twins. They get along really well. If you say something mean about one of the two you will likely get beat up by the other one. They are from a pureblood family too. Evan almost got married to Regulus( not because he wanted to, he was just forced to). He found that situation really funny. They are a bit over middle class.

Dorcas is from a pureblood family too. They are middle class.

Remus has a really nice mom and a shitty dad. His dad left when he found out he was a werewolf. He’s a mamas boy. He’s really close to her. He’s really poor. He’s a halfblood. (Btw, he became a werewolf when he was around 5)

Peter is from a pureblood family.

Personally, I’d recommend you follow Marauders fans’ accounts on Tik Tok and Tumblr. And that you read all of bizarrestars fics on ao3. But reading ao3 fics in general would be a good idea.

Personally my favorite Marauders accounts on Tik Tok are P4perback, whataboutpadfoot, dead.hyacinth,etc.

Also, just going to put a bit of self promoting here lol: Winnie13t

how does one in fact get into the marauders fandom ? like... i really want to but also i have no clue where to even start and everyone seems to know everything ;-;

[katsu28]

🍬 candy- Could you pair me with someone from stranger things or harry potter? Also love your writing so happy for you! Im a female and pref boys <3

LOOKS-I am pretty short 4'11. I have black shaggy medium length hair with side bangs. Im pretty petite and have very pale skin, i also wear golden round glasses cause i cant see for shit. I have a pretty small ahem chest area. Also a Pisces.

CLOTHING-I normally wear baggy clothes like big sweaters and baggy jeans. Always wearing my converse with my outfits. No makeup on this face except cherry chapstick and clear mascara.

PERSONALITY- I can be very shy and quiet especially around new people or alot of people. I have major social anxiety and also ADHD. But getting to know me i can be funny and a bit odd. I'm also very awkward at times even with people im close with im very cut off and not open to sharing things alot. i try not being to annoying or bother some so thats why sometimes im distant. I tend to over think things and my relationships with people. Im not as hyper anymore like i was as a kid but still i space off, get distracted, forget alot of things, and cant sit still sometimes.

EXTRA-I have many scars and bruises from being clumsy or just a dumb ass. In school i can be a target for bullying or just ignoring me overall. Can be oblivious and childish. I get flustered very easily. Some of the things i like to do is drawing and painting. I also play video games a lot. I love listening to music you can always find me with earbuds in. I love reading comics or poetry. I love gardening well most of the time. I see myself sometimes to be such a hopeless romantic sometimes in my opinion daydreaming about my crush or people. I would be the type of partner to draw you stuff or make a playlist for you. I love cuddling, hugs, hand holding, and drawing on your hand if you let me. I always thinking of gifts to give my partner when i have one.

hii love thank you!! <33 u sound adorable omg! i would ship you with remus lupin!

remus would definitely understand your social anxiety, your shyness and quietness around unfamiliar people because he feels the same way sometimes, and he would try his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible! he would never think you're a bother or annoying in any way, in fact he would love it when you talk to him about things. if you're not up to sharing things with him, he's totally okay with that! the most important thing he wants you to know is that he loves you and he's always there for you if you ever need anything. he's a very thoughtful guy, so he would try to remember things for you if you forget, help guide your attention back to things if you get too distracted, and let you fiddle with the sleeves of his jumper or something like that if you're having trouble sitting still!

he would love seeing his jumpers on you as well because you're so tiny they swallow you up, it makes him so happy to see you so cozy in his clothes! he loves your glasses, he always does this thing when he sees them falling down like if you're reading or doing something else where your hands are occupied, he'll reach up and push them up for you! i'm a firm believer in remus helping you tie your shoes if he sees them untied—just a little pat pat on his knee or the chair he's sitting on for you to let him tie it, because again he's such a thoughtful person. and let's be honest, remus loves your cherry chapstick because you taste like it when he kisses you and now whenever he thinks of or sees anything cherry he thinks of you! the same with gardening, whenever he smells the earth on your fingers or sees a specific plant that maybe you've told him is your favorite, he just smiles fondly.

remus would kiss your scars and bruises, and you'd do the same for him. i don't really see him being extremely confrontational with bullies, but for you he would be (or he'd get sirius and james to do it). he loves when you make or give him things! he has a drawer next to his bed full of your drawings and trinkets you've given him, and i think he would even have one of your drawings in his bookbag all the time.

sharing earbuds while listening to music is a big thing for both of you, maybe you recommend songs to each other or listen to the playlists you've made that remind you of him! cuddling, hugs, drawing on his hand, he absolutely adores it all!! his favorite thing to do is sit in the common room or somewhere else a little secluded on castle grounds and listen to music together with you cuddled up against him.

kait's sweetest celebration!

[letterstotheflre]

that’s the thing about illicit affairs

summary: james was never hers to lose.

warnings: CHEATING, age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), tiiiny angst?? i don’t think it’s sad lmao, allusions to sex and one miniature sex scene, some food mentions, and a very badly written argument.

word count: 3k (why are they always so long ffs)

a/n: my first james potter fic <3 i love this man so much, sorry for making you the bad guy here. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks, and since i’ve been feeling kinda sad i finally got around to edit it. also hedric rights!!

They always meet like this.

The room is dark except for a small sea salt lamp she bought on sale from Target. Her clothes are piling up on the floor, discarded carelessly by her lover, and his are not too far from meeting the same fate.

He is kissing her hungrily as he could never get enough of her. His hands travel all over her back while she unbuttons his shirt, their lips never parting. He moves her to her bed, the sheets a pale green that reminds him of—

No. He closes his eyes tightly, pretends the green is actually blue like the lacy bralette that covers her breasts and moves his lips down to her jaw. He sucks and nips and bites, letting her moans echo freely between the four walls that make their little sanctuary.

Her hands quickly undo his belt and stroke him lightly through the fabric of his boxers. He groans against the junction of her neck, the skin softer than anything he’s touched in years.

He pushes her down on the bed, cupping her face while he looks at her properly, noting the tangled hair caused by his fingers. Her lips are puffy and shiny, his kisses being the perpetrator of their current state. He waits for her to say something, to give him a sign that this is okay.

(It’s not okay, and they both know it. It’ll never be okay.)

She nods her head, and he kneels in front of her, pushing her legs wide open before he dives in.

—

She is laying on her bed, the sheets covering her body as she watches him try to fix up his hair in front of the mirror on her makeshift vanity.

“Make sure no one sees you leave,” she says, “and put—”

“Put my hood up, I know,” he finishes the sentence for her. It’s not the first time they do this dance.

“Sirius and Remus are with Harry at home. I told them I was going for a run, so they won’t say anything if I show up all sweaty,” he adds, trying to fill the awkward silence.

She just nods her head, fingers playing with a loose thread on the edge of the sheet, pulling it a bit more every time she twists her index finger. He steps forward, then sits on her bed and traces her cheekbone with his knuckles. “You know I care about you, right?” he asks.

Her heart clenches, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest that makes it hard to breathe for a second. She lowers her eyes, refusing to stare at those hazel irises that started everything. “I know, James,” she assures quietly, looking at a picture of her and Harry that’s stuck to the wall just behind him.

James brushes back some stray hairs that are still stuck to her forehead, then presses a small kiss on the slightly sweaty skin. He gives her a tentative smile before heading to the door, and she only looks in his direction when she hears the click of the door.

(He might care, but not enough.)

—

Sundays are always a slightly awkward affair at first.

Both of their families have been friends for years, getting together every Sunday for lunch at the Potter’s. James and Sirius always man the grill with her dad, all of them wearing those corny ‘kiss the chef!’ aprons. Her mother helps Lily make the salads in the kitchen while they gossip with Remus, who steals a few tomatoes when they aren’t looking. Now that it’s summer, she and Harry splash each other in the pool instead of catching up in his room.

It’s always strange seeing James in the light of day, pretending that this is the only version of him she knows: the version of him that is a friend, a father, a husband.

But she knows the other version of him: the one that has her on her knees begging for a taste of him, the one that grips her hair while he pounds into her from behind, the one that lets his tongue explore places of her no one else has. The version of him that kisses her forehead and plays with her fingers while their bodies are tangled together under the sheets. The version of him that kisses her as if she were the only one made for him.

(She isn’t.)

They are sitting around the table eating. Sirius is laughing about something with his arm around Remus’s shoulders, his bark of laughter echoing across the garden. Her mother’s shoulders shake as Lily rolls her eyes in amusement. James and her father have gone back to the grill to bring everyone their second round of burgers, and she can hear her father complaining about something from work.

“Here y’go, kid,” says James as he places the plate in front of her before ruffling her hair. She tenses up for a second before relaxing, muttering a small “thank you” before reaching for the ketchup.

She hates that nickname. It’s so impersonal, keeps a distance between them that truly doesn’t exist. As if he isn’t the only person that can make her vision whiten and the colours of her room hazy while she clutches his shoulders. As if he isn’t the only person who can pull so many different sounds from her vocal cords, sounds he knows no one else has ever heard before because he is the only one who can create them.

She can feel Sirius’s eyes on her as she stretches one arm, so she hesitantly glances at him. He raises an eyebrow, eyes switching back and forth between James and her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind.

She gulps anxiously, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and goes back to eating.

—

James’s moans are loud as he gathers her hair in a makeshift ponytail. His cock is buried in her throat, and he watches as she gags for a second before relaxing her throat.

She’s taking him so deep that her nose nuzzles his pubic hair, the musky scent of James filling her nose as she breathes deeply through it. She starts moving her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she rises.

He is a mess above her, needy whines and wanton moans leaving his mouth. His hips thrust up softly, slowly fucking her mouth, and he relishes in the small choking sounds she makes. His head rolls back as he groans, “That’s it, baby, so good to me.”

She winces at the name and pulls away from him. “Don’t call me that,” she mutters, but her hands never stop stroking him. She takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking with a newfound fervour, his voice echoing inside her head as she tries to make him forget about her.

(She tries to forget too.)

—

Honey rays filter through her window.

They are both laying on her bed, James on his stomach while she refills the glasses with some cheap wine she got from the store. He looks at the tiny purple splotches on her neck and the red fingerprints on her hips, then smirks proudly. When she turns, she smiles at him softly.

There’s a summer breeze that ruffles her curtains, and he can hear some teenagers laughing as they walk down the street over the music that plays from her speaker.

She places her glass on her nightstand, her nipples brushing his naked back as she leans over him. She lays down on her side, her fingertips softly drawing shapes on his skin. It takes him a moment to realize they are not random shapes but letters.

Her name, written over his scattered freckles and connecting his moles with cursive loops.

He takes her hand and kisses it, slightly chapped lips pressing against her open palm. Then he kisses her lips, still bitterly sweet with grapes, as his tongue moves languidly against hers while he pulls her by the hand on top of him.

It feels like a distant memory. It feels like a dream.

—

The cacophony of different voices singing “Happy Birthday” rings in her ears.

Harry is at the front of the table, an adorable blush dusting his cheeks at the attention. On either side of him are James and Lily, smiles wide as they watch their son blow the candles. Cedric is behind him, hands on his shoulders, and he leans forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

She sings and claps, whooping with Sirius when Harry blows the last candle. She eats cake and drinks the pretty cocktails Lily ordered. She smiles and laughs, pretends she couldn’t see the way the candles made the golden band on James’s ring finger beam like the sun.

She pretends she doesn’t see the way James holds Lily’s waist before kissing her. She pretends she can’t see them dancing slowly to a song Remus put on the Spotify playlist as a joke.

She pretends she can’t hear his footsteps following her when she goes to the bathroom. She feigns disinterest when he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards a deserted corridor.

But she can’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he kisses her, the thrumming in her veins when he pushes one leg between her thighs, nor the pleasure-filled gasps and moans that leave her mouth when he helps her roll her hips along his covered thigh.

It’s thrilling; they’ve never done something like this in public, much less in such proximity to friends and family.

(In such proximity to her.)

Even though she knows it shouldn’t, it gives her a sense of victory. Because he is here with her now: he is kissing her, making her moan, and whispering dirty things in her ear.

A faraway call of his name breaks the spell they’re under. They pull away hastily; she fixes her dress while James makes sure there are no lipstick stains on his face. The footsteps are getting closer, heels hitting the floorboards at the same rhythm as their rapid beating hearts.

It’s Sirius.

James almost breathes a sigh of relief, but she remains tensed up. Sirius looks between them, the same look he had that Sunday all those weeks ago on his face, and she feels bile rising in her throat.

“Lily’s looking for you,” he says, his thumb pointing back over his shoulder towards the reception where everyone’s gathered.

“Right,” says James. “Better go see what she needs. You do not want to see an angry drunk Lily.” He laughs, almost oblivious to the awkward tension between his two friends. He goes back to Lily, leaving her leaning against the wall and Sirius standing in the middle of the hallway.

Sirius looks at her, and even though his mind already knows, he refuses to believe it. “I didn’t know where the bathroom was,” she offers as an explanation. It’s a flimsy excuse, she knows that, but it’s the best she can do under this kind of pressure.

“Right,” he whispers with a short nod, then follows James.

She stays rooted to her spot, lips tingling with the ghost of James touch and a guilty mind.

—

Hours later, she clings to a pillow as she lays on her bed alone. The same pillow James was resting on less than twelve hours ago.

She breathes in deeply, trying to catch any scent of him she can, but there’s only the scent of her fabric softener.

There’s no James. No citrus shampoo or woodsy cologne nor salty air from the beach near his house. Because he never wears any cologne when he comes to her, ensuring that there’s no trace of him once he leaves.

Like he doesn’t even exist.

—

It ends in a parking lot a month later.

She was waiting for Luna to arrive at the mall but ended up asking for a rain check when James texted her, saying they needed to talk.

‘Meet me behind the mall’, she texts him.

She walks to the back of the building and waits for his red car to show up. She already knows where this conversation is going to go, and her heart shatters at the thought of saying goodbye to him.

She raises her head when she hears a honk in front of her, and she gets in while whispering a small “hey”. He doesn’t start the car again, just settles for turning the ignition key off. She looks at the families leaving the mall through the tinted window, refusing to look at him, as her knee bounces up and down anxiously.

The silence is heavy, and she suddenly feels cold in the August heat.

James takes a deep breath, “We can’t keep doing this.”

She can’t help the snarky comment. “That’s not what you were saying yesterday while you had your fingers buried inside me.” He looks at her unimpressed, and she rolls her eyes.

“It’s wrong,” he says— as if she doesn’t already know that. “C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to—”

“I told you not to call me that!” she raises her voice, and the car gets silent again. She hates the tears that gather in her eyes, hates that she cares so much about him and their stupid game, but she couldn’t help it. Not when he whispered so many sweet nothings in her ears and caressed her skin so softly, almost afraid to break him if he was too rough.

(Not that he cared about that when he stretched her wide open and thrust so hard into her that the bed frame banged against the wall.)

“You can’t just show up here and tell me it’s over like you weren’t the one that came to me first,” she jeers, and she can see the tick of his jaw as he clenches it. Good, she thinks, make him angry.

“Don’t just blame me. You didn’t say ‘no’ once.” He grounds out, “In fact, I can recall you were begging me to fuck you against the wall.”

Her cheeks turn into a small fire, a slight feeling of shame overcoming her. “Oh, like you were any better!” she exclaims. “‘Been thinking about you for months.’ ‘You have no idea the things you do to me.’ ‘No one can suck my cock like you.’ ‘I care about you!’” She deepens her voice to mock him.

James opens his mouth to keep the ball rolling, and she wants him to do it because it meant that the fight was still on, that they wouldn’t have to end this. Instead, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m telling you now it’s over. Stop acting like a kid who didn’t get her Christmas present,” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing with those words.

“I’m not a kid,” she snaps, her eyes fighting back angry teats at his dismissal. “Then stop acting like one,” he shrugs.

Her hands turn into fists, nails digging themselves into her palms as she tries to keep her anger at bay. “Do you know how much of myself I gave to you? How many plans with my friends have I cancelled in case you called? How many guys I stopped seeing because they weren’t you?” she rants, her voice increasing in volume as she lets her frustration take over. Then, she pauses. “You’ve ruined me, James.”

Her voice is so pained that it makes his heart clench, and he lowers his head, refusing to look at her. He knows, God, he knows what he’s done, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so lonely with Lily spending so much time at the hospital, and then there she was with her caring and understanding nature. With her adorable laughs and those touches that were so addictive, a mercurial high that gave him the lowest lows whenever he tried to stop.

He keeps his mouth shut; there’s nothing left to say anyway, and it’s better for her to hate him rather than anything else. “You are not going to say anything?” It’s meek, vulnerable, and she wants to slap herself for acting this way. She knew it would never last, that he would always choose her.

He was never hers to lose, so why is she still fighting?

She nods her head in surrender, biting her lip to stop herself from sobbing. The anger now gave way to sadness, “I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me.” Her voice is hoarse, a result of the lump in her throat that prevents her from swallowing comfortably.

She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, then leaves the parking lot, leaving him behind. She keeps walking, fingers gripping the straps of her bag until she reaches an empty street.

The golden sun is ready to dip on the horizon, and she can hear James’s car speeding behind her.

—

She doesn’t let the tears fall until she’s inside her apartment.

The moment she closed the door, she crumbled to her knees, loud sobs falling from her mouth and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It takes her a moment to gather enough strength to walk to her room.

She cries and cries, buries her face in her pillows and starts sobbing even harder because she can smell him. The salty scent and citrus shampoo finally embedded themselves in the fabric, and she can’t believe that after all those days she craved to feel him close to her, he chooses now to leave a trace behind.

She cries for hours until her eyes are puffy and red, and snot comes out of her nose. Her chest heaves with short breaths that don’t really fill her lungs as she clings to that damn pillow before throwing it across the room. She can’t believe it ended like this: with her completely broken for anyone else while James gets to go back to his life and act like nothing ever happened.

Yet she knows that if she had to choose, she would do it all over again because if she had to choose someone to be her ruination, she would choose James Potter a million times.

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[fruitcoops]

eve, what i would not GIVE to read one of our boys being edged within the very last inch of his life (if you have time of course and would like to !)

Of course I have time! Please enjoy some questionable decisions and skinny jean worship. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for semi-public smut, mentioned mild injury, alcohol, and tears (the good kind)

The second they were out of view, Sirius pushed Remus against the wall and shoved both hands up his shirt with reckless abandon. “Jesus—Christ,” Remus said between frantic kisses, leaving a bite on his lower lip. “Impatient, much?”

“Off,” Sirius demanded, though it came out as more of a pathetic plea as he slid one hand down to cup Remus’ ass.

“We’re in public,” Remus mumbled against his lips.

“Don’t care.”

“You’re gonna break my ass if you keep squeezing that hard.”

Sirius whined into his mouth and pushed their hips together. “Skinny jeans.”

“I fucking knew it,” Remus said with a grin. “Come on.”

“Wh—” A hand closed around his wrist and Remus dragged him down the hallway at a run, his face bright with excitement and flushed with arousal. Sirius had been looking forward to a heavy makeout session and maybe a handjob in the hall, but he couldn’t bring himself to protest when letting Remus haul him around meant he could stare at the best ass the world had ever seen for a few moments longer. Want, he thought. Want that. Now.

Remus opened a door on the left with clumsy fingers and pulled him inside with a hand on the back of his neck; as soon as the door shut, he broke away from the kiss and hurried over to the desk. “Two seconds,” he panted.

“I…okay?” Sirius leaned back against the door in confusion. They were in the PT room—he’d know that place anywhere, even through his lust-addled haze—and Remus was stealing Layla’s chair. “Why do you need that?”

“I really hope she didn’t find it,” Remus muttered to himself as he stood on the seat and stretched to reach the gap between the built-in shelves and the ceiling. After a moment of befuddling silence, his face split into a grin. “Got it.”

“Can I kiss you now?” Sirius asked.

“You can do more than that,” Remus said, hopping down from his perch. He tossed a small tube across the room and swaggered over, obviously proud of himself. Sirius frowned at the tube; it was too dark to read the label, but it seemed familiar.

Realization struck just as Remus reached him. “Is this lube?”

“Yup.”

“You keep lube in Layla’s office?”

“I kept lube in my office,” Remus corrected, wrapping his hands in the front of Sirius’ shirt and turning them so his own back was against the door. “And I forgot about it until five minutes ago. Thank god she’s short.”

“Why?”

Remus sighed through his nose. “Because I was horny and ever-hopeful, and maybe I harbored a fantasy or two about fucking on the desk. Does it matter?”

Sirius wasn’t sure his eyebrows could creep any higher. “Was that—are we going to—?”

“Are you kidding? Hell no. I’m not desecrating Layla’s desk. However, we are going to be fucking against this door, so if you would kindly take your shirt off, it would be appreciated.”

Sirius paused, then wrenched his shirt over his head so fast he nearly tore the fabric, crowding closer to Remus to drown in his kisses and his hands roving Sirius’ bare skin. He was practically vibrating with anticipation—Remus wasn’t the only one with fantasies about exciting times in the PT room, but until that moment Sirius had been sure his own were nothing more than a pipe dream.

Except this pipe dream seemed awfully real, and it came equipped with skinny jeans.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he murmured into the side of Remus’ neck, gripping his waist tight over the denim as their hips rocked together. “You and your legs.”

Remus pulled his face up for another openmouthed kiss as his hand snuck down to undo Sirius’ belt, fumbling with the clasp and button before yanking the zipper open. “What are you going to do about it, captain?”

New voices echoed in the hall outside and they both went still, though Remus’ smile didn’t falter in the slightest. Sirius quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to have to be quiet.”

“I can be quiet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it hard for you.”

“I’m always hard for you,” Remus teased, leaning back against the door with a huff as Sirius bit down on the junction of his shoulder. “Now come on, slowpoke, I didn’t get that lube down for nothing.”

Sirius made a disgruntled noise into his skin and smacked him lightly on the thigh; Remus just laughed, though it was more breathless than before. The clear outline of his dick stood out in his skinny jeans and Sirius rubbed his palm over the shaft with steady pressure until Remus’ exhales trembled and his feet began to shuffle on the linoleum. “What if I want to see you come all over those skinny jeans?”

“No,” Remus whined, bucking his hips as Sirius traced the head. “Fuck, Sirius, I gave you the lube for a reason.”

“I could blow you.” He carefully undid the front button and slid the zipper down at a snail’s pace. He could feel his own heartbeat in his dick already, but shoved that thought to the back of his mind. “Return the favor after all that time in here?”

Remus grumbled into the dip of his shoulder, then leaned away to glare. “Either fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”

“You don’t want my mouth?”

“I want your mouth on me and your dick in me,” he fired back, though Sirius could see the playfulness in his eyes as he pulled Sirius’ lower lip between his teeth. “Get with the program, captain.”

Sirius nuzzled into his cheek, leaving a kiss by the corner of his mouth. “Will you wear these every day?”

“You like them?”

He moved his hands from Remus’ hips back his ass, grabbing a handful of each side with a hum. “You look like a walking wet dream.”

“Then do something about it.”

“Ask nicely.”

“I stood on a chair to get you lube,” Remus snorted. “That’s pretty damn nice.”

“Say ‘please’.”

“Why?”

“Because otherwise I’ll keep doing this until you can’t take it anymore.” Sirius begrudgingly moved one hand back around to hold Remus’ dick through his pants; he shifted, brows pitching, before he sighed.

“Then do something about it please.”

A thrill raced white-hot through Sirius’ stomach and up his spine, and he slipped both hands under the high waistband to slowly drag them down Remus’ thighs, revealing first his boxers, then miles of golden skin. “Off,” he said quietly when they reached his ankles. Remus’ throat bobbed and he kicked first his shoes off, then his jeans. Sirius tossed his own aside as well and began the all-important removal of Remus’ henley. “You should wear this more often, too.”

Remus cleared his throat. “Yeah, okay.”

“Wasn’t that easy?” Sirius didn’t give him the chance to respond—his lips were looking far too kissable to worry about things like that, especially when the snark melted out of Remus on a slow breath when their lips met. More people ran by outside, but he didn’t care. They had no lights on, and he would make sure they were quiet enough. “Up.”

Remus pushed down on his shoulders just as Sirius caught him by the thighs and hoisted him up against the door; some of the dizzying arousal on his face gave way to a giddy smile. “I love it when you do that. Which leg d’you want me to keep down?”

Sirius smiled and nudged their noses together. “Neither.”

A beat of silence fell over the room. “But…I won’t have leverage.”

“And?”

“And I need leverage.”

“Says who?” Sirius dipped his fingertips under the waistband of Remus’ boxers and kissed the confusion off his face. “I can hold you.”

His breaths turned shallow with anticipation; Sirius snapped the elastic against his skin before pulling it down, down, down over the curve of his ass and the muscle of his thighs as they clenched around his waist. He did have to set him down for a moment to get both their boxers off, but within moments Remus’ heartbeat was pounding next to his shoulder again and Sirius was in perfect range to lean up and kiss him.

The lube was small enough that he could open it with one hand and squeeze it directly onto Remus’ cleft, making him jolt with a hushed curse. Sirius capped it again and tossed it onto the closest table, still supporting Remus with one arm under him and their hips pressed flush together. He gathered some of the lube onto his fingers and circled his hole before sliding in—he didn’t stop at the first knuckle to let Remus adjust and instead kept pushing until the whole digit was inside.

Remus’ mouth fell open slightly; he tried to rock down for more, but he couldn’t do much other than tighten his thighs around Sirius. “Leverage.”

“You don’t need it.”

“Can’t move,” Remus whined, squirming until a second finger started moving in beside the first. A shiver rolled through him when Sirius crooked them; outside, the music from the party was still making the wooden door tremble. Earlier in the night, he had fantasized about ditching the team party to spend the night with a pair of glorious legs thrown over his shoulders—now, he knew there was no better way to avoid Harzy’s godawful spiked punch than fucking his boyfriend in said boyfriend’s previous office.

“How much do you want to feel it?” Sirius asked as Remus buried his face in his neck.

“Game,” he managed around a moan as Sirius found his sweet spot. “Can’t—need to be okay for the game—god fuck there.”

The music softened for a moment as the songs switched and Sirius shushed him. “Quiet, mon coeur, they’ll hear you.”

Remus bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle the answering choked whine, and Sirius took his fingers out to gently pull it free. Remus had bitten his lip bloody trying to keep quiet before, but tonight wasn’t about how rough they could be. It was about giving him a taste of what those skinny jeans did to Sirius, and making sure he never forgot it. “Put it back,” Remus pleaded. “Put it back.”

“Nice and slow,” Sirius soothed. “We’ve got a game, you said it yourself. Have to make sure you’re relaxed.”

Remus closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, toying with the hair at the nape of Sirius’ neck. This is going to be fun, Sirius thought as he pushed two fingers back in. Very, very fun.

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“Storage closet,” Nado confirmed as he plopped down next to James on one of the leather couches in the game room. “Could hear ‘em from all the way down the hall.”

“Hey, I get it,” James said with a shake of his head. “Nat was in Florida for, like, two weeks. I miss Lily after two days. Kudos to them for finding a place to fuck without actually ditching the party.”

Nado took a swig of beer. “What’s the tally?”

“Cubs in the break room, Cap and Loops…somewhere, and now Nat and Kasey in the storage closet.” James counted on his fingers. “Sounds like a damn successful party to me.”

“Amen.” Nado clinked their bottles together. “I bet you a Kinder egg Cap and Loops are in the PT room.”

“Deal.”

“Pay up, then, ‘cause I heard them while I was walking back.”

“Aw, come on,” James complained. “That’s so not fair!”

“Thunk, thunk, thunk,” Nado mimicked with a grin. “The Kinder egg is for emotional support.”

“Cheater,” James muttered.

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“Oh, fuck, there,” Remus panted, tilting his head back as Sirius canted his hips forward for the next thrust. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.” Sweat dripped down Sirius’ temple and he wiped it on his shoulder without breaking pace; he had been holding Remus up with the help of the door for over ten minutes, and he was finally starting to feel a slight burn. Remus’ turned his face to the side as his whole body tensed, bracing against the doorjamb with one arm and gripping under Sirius’ shoulder with the other.

“Anything,” he moaned.

“You have to be quiet, mon loup.” Sirius nosed along the glistening expanse of Remus’ neck, leaving bites and kisses in his wake.

“I can’t.”

“Be good for me.”

“ ‘m trying, promise.” Remus’ shaking thigh dug into his waist as he tried to breathe through it, only for a whimper to escape when Sirius sucked a mark beneath his collarbone.

“I can make you, if I have to.”

He heard Remus’ breath catch, hitching between thrusts, and Sirius kept one hand on each side of his ass to support him. He locked his ankles at the small of Sirius’ back with a soft noise. “My mouth, I—your neck, please, please, I can’t reach.”

“I can’t get you—” He broke off with an oh of his own as Remus tightened around him. “—close enough, not like this.”

“Fuck,” Remus huffed. His teeth slid over his lower lip again; an idea sprang to life in Sirius’ mind.

“You want something in your mouth, mon amour?”

“Yes, yes, pl—”

Sirius interrupted him by sliding two fingers into his mouth, muffling the answering moan. “Is that good?”

Remus nodded enthusiastically, running his tongue over the pads of Sirius’ fingers. The burn in his right arm grew a bit more intense without the help of the left to keep Remus up, but the change in position seemed to be doing something good—Remus’ eyes fluttered shut and his abs jumped at the feeling. Sirius’ fingertips buzzed with each sound he pulled from him, each slurred plea, each choked groan as Remus’ lips turned cherry red around them. The party was still roaring, but in the darkness of the PT room there was nothing but them and the door.

“Can you come like this?” Sirius asked, speeding up his pace by a degree. He didn’t want his arm to seize and drop Remus, but he wasn’t too keen on stopping the waves of pleasure crashing down his spine, either.

Remus paused, then nodded with some hesitation. “Dunno,” he managed around Sirius’ fingers. “Tired?”

“Just my arm,” Sirius admitted with a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I’m okay right now, though.”

“Mhmm—” Remus cut off with a sharp gasp and a series of short inhales; his hands dug into Sirius’ back muscles and he sucked hard on the digits pressing his tongue down.

“Like that?” Sirius circled his hips again and Remus’ eyes unfocused for a second as his dick twitched. “D’accord.”

After that, it was almost too easy. Sirius closed his eyes and kept his face tucked against the side of Remus’ neck as he shook closer to the edge with every passing moment, focusing less on the burn of his arm and more on the wet warmth around his fingers. A few stray tears of overwhelming pleasure dripped down Remus’ cheeks as he pushed back as best he could and Sirius hitched him higher up the door, kissing away the tracks. Within moments, their heartbeats and breaths were the only thing he could hear.

Remus mumbled some form of his name and Sirius pulled away from the collection of hickeys forming on his neck to kiss him on the side of the mouth; with great effort, Remus raised an unsteady hand and pulled Sirius’ away from his mouth. “Almost there,” he breathed, voice wound wire-taut. “Almost.”

“You earned it. À tout moment.” Any time. Remus’ face scrunched, his knee slid up to Sirius’ ribcage, and then Sirius wrapped his spit-slick hand around his shaft and he came with a shuddering exhale, gripping the backs of Sirius’ shoulders like his life depended on it as he swallowed his moans.

He was hot and tight and Sirius could feel both their rabbit-quick pulses—he moved both hands back to Remus’ ass and kept his face pressed close to his neck as he came with a bitten-back whine, his knees nearly giving out under him. As soon as his vision stopped blurring, he set Remus down and they both sank to the floor. “Holy shit,” Remus said at last, leaning his head on Sirius’ arm.

“Holy shit,” Sirius agreed.

Remus sat up and ran a hand down his face, using his abandoned shirt to wipe away the sweat and tearstains. “Thanks for sneaking into my old office for mindblowing sex.”

Sirius wasn’t sure his lungs would ever be at full capacity again. “No problem.”

They both laughed at that, then found they couldn’t stop. It took three full minutes for Sirius to catch his breath again, and the first thing he did was press a gentle kiss to Remus’ lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Sirius said with a smile. “Do you think they miss us yet?”

“Are you kidding?” Remus snorted. “They probably haven’t realized we’re gone. Kasey and Nat ran off a good ten minutes before us, too, so it’s not like we did some scandalous new thing.”

“And alcohol.”

“And alcohol.” Remus pulled one of Sirius’ arms over his shoulders and cuddled into his side with a contented hum. “We’re going to have to clean this door, but I don’t think I can move yet.”

“Did you also store water and snacks in here, by chance?”

“I already feel bad about ruining Layla’s door. I’m not emotionally prepared to steal her food, too.”

“We can sneak to the bathroom in cinq minutes,” Sirius said, checking Remus’ watch with a yawn. “Dix minutes.”

“Ten minutes,” Remus repeated sleepily. “Then I’ll see if I can get those jeans on again.”

“Don’t remind me,” Sirius groaned.

“If that’s what happens when I wear them, those skinny jeans are staying on until I’m dead. Bury me in them.”

“Noted.”

A rapid knock on the door didn’t get even a flinch out of either of them. “Occupied,” Remus called.

“Dix minutes,” Sirius added as he closed his eyes. “Dix minutes.”

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BESTIE THE NEW CHAPTER WAS AMAZING IM GIVING IT A GAZILLION STARS/10. ALSO THE TRAITOR REVEAL HAD ME SCREAMING IT CAUGHT ME SO MUCH BY SURPRISE

Also YOU LIKE HARRY?!?! If you do what song do you think would be each ahb character’s favorite song of his?

ahhhh thank you!!! <3333 that is so kind :,))

ALSO YES!! I LOVE HARRY 😭 I was in cherry pit when he sang tbsl (which is my favourite song off fine line) and I screamed so hard I swear my vocal chords almost snapped and then I blacked out lmfaooo I am such a big harry styles fan I can and will talk about him for hourssss aksldkajaj

James- he’s music for a sushi restaurant and he has a choreographed dance to it but also satellite!!!

Sirius- he tells everyone it’s kiwi to keep up w his aesthetic but he cries to Matilda all the time

Remus- his fav is Boyfriends and he sings it very dramatically to himself but only when he’s alone

Peter- he’s TPWK it’s fun, it’s a bop, Pete loves the message

Regulus- golden (for obvious reasons) but he also cries to Matilda !! neither Sirius or regulus knows they both bawl their eyes out to it though :(

Mary- sweet creature and only angel are tied for her, depending on her mood but she’s an HS1 girlie

Lily- Lily likes Ever Since New York bc that’s my fav song off HS1 and we both have taste

Marlene- cinema!!!! She has cool funky shades she wears and rolls the windows down in her car and blasts cinema!!

Dorcas- sunflower vol. 6!! It’s bright, it’s happy, it puts a smile on her face every time it plays!

Evan- meet me in the hallway changed his life,,, I have no justification for this I just feel it haha

Barty- She. Barty is a Mich Rowland stan first and a harry stan second

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I am completely redoing the band au, both because I got some new ideas a n d the art is old. Fair warning that this au does get heavy. So yeah, warning for: drugs, alcohol, transphobia, rape, abuse-none of these will be heavily depicted, just mentioned and talked about, and it's better to be safe than sorry

So I'm just gonna jot the ideas down here so I don't forget.

Roman, Patton, and Logan are all in the same band. Remus was originally in the band as well, but left to make his own. He and Roman and their artistic differences and all, as well as Remus feeling as though he was the "back up twin living in Roman's shadow" while growing up lead to the split.

Patton and Roman are childhood friends, Patton joined the second Roman mentioned it. He's always supportive-because he didn't get any support at home, rip. His family did not support him coming out and misgender him even now. Because they're trash.

Logan is that gifted child whose parents pressure into maintaining perfect grades and appearance-and he did so. Until the second the last lecture for the day was over. Man pulled one hell of a Clark Kent and no one realized that the quiet, reserved scholar was also that "flirty goth guy with the resting bitch face". Until Roman found out. And now he's in the band. And now he's finding out that his parents don't actually? Mind how he dresses or acts? So his "act of rebellion" is leaving him with an identity crisis and he doesn't know what to do

Roman-golden child could do no wrong. Social butterfly. All he wants to do is make music with his friends. So busy trying to make people happy that he doesn't realize he'd become a doormat. Very popular around town. Needs to learn to take time for himself, he doesn't have to be everyone's "hero"

Virgil is an enigma. He moved into town to stay with his older brother Remy-after his horrible ex boyfriend outed him as trans to his parents when he broke up with him for stealing his songs-and for manipulating and gaslighting him. Virgil no longer feels comfortable showing his face in public for fear of his ex showing up out of the blue, and so wears a face mask and keeps his hair in his eyes. Main character lookin ass. He loves music. But everything with his ex has left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Remy, Virgil's older brother and fellow "black sheep" of the family. He owns the local music shop and lives in an apartment right above it. He is narcoleptic and has a service dog named Java. Keeps an electric drumset in the backroom just for Virgil to jam out on

Janus and Virgil were friends, until Virgil moved to be with Drake-Drake being the now ex, and had been isolating Virgil completely-when Virgil moved back he didn't find out until he went to buy new guitar strings and saw him at Remy's shop. Janus has always had a crush on Virgil, by the way. They picked their friendship back up from where they left it and things were going great-until Janus went to a party out of town and suddenly Remy is forbidding Virgil from talking to him again. Virgil eventually gets Remy to show him why. There are pictures of Janus and Drake being v e r y close being posted online.

The next time Janus tried to talk to Virgil, he blew up at him. Virgil had confided in him about everything Drake had done and he felt betrayed. What he didn’t know-because Janus couldn't get a word in-was that Janus had been drugged and can't even remember that party. So, yeah. Janus hasn't had his best friend to talk to about something traumatic that happened to him. Fun. He does go to therapy-but it still hurts that Virgil wouldn't hear him out

Remus has tried to join and start so many bands, but they've all been dead ends. Until he met Janus. Now, they're more of a duo but aw well. Who caaares. They mesh well and have been making quite the name for themselves at underground events. Remus still misses his brother-but he's not going back to being in his shadow when he's got his own gig now. Virgil did play with them for a few shows until the fallout with Janus-still keeping his face covered, of course.

Drake is a manipulative, gaslighting, narcissistic asshole. No redemption arc. He has no sob story. He's an asshole just to b e an asshole. He gets a kick out of making people suffer in all kinds of ways. He does not want to change. He's a foul being and if he were real I would throw his ass in a pit and fill it with broken glass and lemon juice

Roman, Logan, and Patton all share the same apartment. Logan's family is uh, very well off and insisted that they pay for the apartment. They gave him an allowance that he never used out of spite and stuck in a savings account while he earned his own money and finishes up college

Roman volunteers everywhere he can in town, while still working part time at a bookstore.

Patton is saving up for top surgery and works all sorts of odd jobs. Mainly dogsitting. He loves animals.

Virgil has online courses and has slowly started to post song covers while never revealing his face.

Now! Onto the Dr.lamp lol

This is going to be a harem. Virgil in some way or form accidentally manages to make all of them fall for him. And he's completely clueless. Because of course he is

Janus already has a crush on him, Virgil finally hearing him out about what happened and apologizing for his behavior towards him helps them bond

Virgil and Patton bond over shitty parents and Virgil helps him to realize some things that really weighed Patton down. Afterwards, Patton is incredibly happy to express himself

Roman spreads himself too thin one day and Virgil takes care of him-even though he didn’t have to. He could have just dropped him off at the apartment but no, Patton and Logan were both out so Virgil chose to stay and look after him. Roman hadn't had anyone go out of their way for him before and the crush started there

Logan, drunkenly, laments about not knowing who he is anymore. And Virgil helps him figure it out, albeit in a smartass way. "Well that's easy, you're Logan." "Yes-but who is Logan?" "Whoever you want him to be."

Virgil convinces Remus to have a talk with Roman. Helping him with his family stuff and helping him realize that he isn't anyone's "back up" really seals the deal.

Virgil will one day admit that he hasn't actually seen his face in a mirror since he started testosterone-a year or so after he started wearing the mask-and doesn't even know what he looks like anymore because it's been so long. Like, four years, maybe. No one pressures him into taking it off, by now they all know the reason why.

But he feels safe around them, so he does. And it's a nice moment. Very sweet