#remus' plan backfired

[4depressedfrogs]

i told my friend shag meant sleep and it was the best thing ive ever done in my entire life i will never top it. anyways heres wolfstar

Remus: sirius yk how you said you wana learn more muggle slang?

Sirius: yeah!!

Remus: well shagging means sleeping. like, if you wana sleep you wana shag.

Sirius (taking notes): cheers moony!

[later in the common room]

Sirius (loud and proud): ok im gona go shag, coming moony?

James:

Peter:

Lily:

the whole of gryffindor:

Remus (quietly flustered):....oh merlin

[otrtbs]

there's a thing in the summer evening, when the sun goes down and the moon is high and full in the sky, cooling everything off just slightly, where the surrounding neighborhood kids come out and play baseball in a makeshift baseball field and everyone gets really into it. like, really into it. they have to bring their own battery operated lights for the field, they have bets running on the different teams playing (a few dollars, baseball cards, packs of gum, coins, stickers, yo-yo's, single cigarettes (how'd those get in there?) sunglasses, watches, candy, you name it).

and no adults allowed. not that they encroach on the fun, but the first game starts at one in the morning so who's got the time?

and since sirius left to live with james, regulus is shut up in the house and has to hear about the great baseball extravaganza from barty in a "your brother is on the james potter all-star team i've got $50 in the pool, we have to go to the tournament" kinda way. and regulus is like "my mother would actually kill me and explicitly forbids it but i'll think about it."

but barty shows up just after midnight on game day and starts throwing rocks at regulus' window to get him to come out except he runs out of small rocks and moves to bigger ones and gets impatient and throws the big rocks harder and then oops, one went right through a window, except this house isn't regulus' house. regulus' house is two doors down, it's just hard to see in the dark. so barty moves two doors down and finds some smaller rocks and starts over again until regulus comes out. scowling, but he's out.

and they start the long walk to the makeshift baseball field and it's hot and the air is sticky and sweet with honeysuckles. and barty and regulus talk. and barty buys regulus boiled peanuts and crackerjack from a kid's makeshift concession stand and they sit in the makeshift bleachers side by side with their knees knocking together. and barty manages to make sly remarks that make regulus laugh. and regulus makes last minute bets and watches the game, and starts getting into it, and barty smiles at the way he's on the edge of his seat, brows furrowed in concentration. barty thinks he even sees regulus clap once, and it's fun watching regulus, more fun than watching the game, even.

so fun that barty says he'll get regulus the next night to watch the next two teams play. regulus agrees, and they make this a routine and barty thinks, finally.

but then it's james' team that's up next and james walks up to the plate and does a trick with his baseball bat with a grin so-wide and a wink, and regulus' eyes are as wide a saucers for a brief second before he catches himself but it doesn't matter. barty's seen it, and knows instantly he's made a mistake. he's signed himself up for a summer of looking at regulus look at james. and he's doomed.

[snarky-magpie]

AU where Prongsfoot begin happily dating, so Regulus, who has a crush on his older brother's best friend James, and Remus, who's crushing on his friend and dormmate Sirius, decide to join forces and hatch a plan to break them up and divide the spoils. Only, the plan backfires, and they fall in love with each other instead.

(In the meantime, prongsfoot remain obliviously in love.)

Please somebody write this so I don't have to.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Awful First Meeting

@wolfstarmicrofic May 5, word count 688

Sirius spied him from across the room. There were much more attractive people at the party but something about him caught his eye. He watched him for a while, scoping him out. The man wandered near the wall and Sirius made him move. 

He slid up to the tall man and braced his hands either side of him against the wall. 

“Hi there sexy, how’s it going?” This move had a 100% success rate for Sirius. Once, they got a look at his pretty face, and he turned on his charms. They were putty in his hands. This time, however, backfired spectacularly. 

The man tensed and then, with strength that surprised Sirius, shoved him away before shouting. 

“Fuck off!” Silencing the party as he stormed out of the room. A few of the party goers stared at him and snickered to each other, but most just went back to dancing. 

Regulus’s best friend, Barty, sidled up beside Sirius. 

“Yeah, that’s Remus. He doesn’t like it when people box him in, breathe his air or basically get in his space.” 

“No shit,” Sirius glowered at him. Barty didn’t even bat an eyelid. Instead, he ran a finger down Sirius’s arm and said, 

“But I’m all about being shoved up against walls.” He winked at Sirius as he rejoined the party, getting lost in the crowd. Sirius was mad, but he was not that mad. No way could he handle Barty’s craziness on top of his own. 

He ran out of the room, hoping to find Remus and apologise. 

“Hey!” He yelled down the street at the retreating figure. “Hey, wait up!” Remus didn’t slow down. Sirius was out of breath by the time he caught up with his long strides. “Hey. I’m. Sirius.” He gasped between breaths. “I. Just. Wanted. To. Apologise. For what. I did. Back there.” He pointed in the general direction of the party. 

“Don’t care.” Remus said coldly as he folded himself into an ancient Vauxhall Corsa and sped away. 

“Do you want his number?” Evan said, popping out of the bushes. Sirius jumped out of his boots. 

“What the fuck, Evan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” Sirius clutched his chest. Evan’s mouth spread into a toothy grin. 

“Nope, just trying to steal your boots!” He bent down and snatched them up as he ran back into the party. Sirius didn’t even bother chasing him down, he’d get them back eventually. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. His night was not going to plan. 

He was about to head back into the party and find out what Evan had planned for his poor boots when a car stopped beside him. 

“Were you just mugged?” Remus asked, after rolling the window down. Sirius barked out a laugh. 

“No, it was just Evan. I’ll get them back.” Sirius thought while he had Remus’s attention he’d push his luck. “So can I get your number then? I really would like to make up for that disastrous introduction in there.” He put on his best, 'I’m sorry, please love me' face, and Remus gave in. 

“Fine, give me your phone.” Sirius gleefully unlocked it and handed it over. Remus reached a hand out of his window and took it. 

“Gee,” He said, smiling wickedly. “It sure would be a shame if you were mugged twice tonight,” And he sped away, cackling. 

“OI!” Sirius yelled as he chased after the car in his socks. The car stopped halfway down the street and Sirius collapsed in the open window, reaching in to take his phone back. He couldn’t even get mad because the smile that greeted him made it all worth it. 

“Go get your shoes, and you can treat me to a McDonald's.” Sirius didn’t waste any time and rushed back into the party, tackled Evan to the ground, took back his boots, waved at his brother and almost dived head first into the little car. 

As Remus pulled away from the kerb, Sirius thought maybe his terrible night would turn around. That was until he found out how much Remus could eat.    

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦

Being the reason of the magic in the whole world was pretty classy to some people

And yeah, in a way, it was because how many people could actually say "I'm the one who gave magic to my children and later other people."?

Now it wasn't that you were the Merlin, but more like a reincarnated one. You would have different dreams of those before you and what they felt and then wake up almost feeling... Empty.

It wasn't until you showed your eyes and strong magic that your "family" believed in who you were and decided to hide it from everyone else to have you, and by extension your powers, all to themselves and celebrated the good news...

But that also meant your family was the oldest magical family ever, which meant every other "pureblood" family tried to get into your family for more power.

Utter bullshit if someone asked you, and the Merlin himself inside you

"What the fuck are they talking about being 'pure'?! What is this nonsense!?"/ "Calm down hoe, ı'll explain."

Needless to say... He was pissed, but that was for another time to talk about.

All their attempts backfired and now everyone knew who you were and you had to learn how to defend yourself at a young age while rejecting whoever tried a move on you. (It wasn't that hard to punch them and scare the shit outta them anyways.)

At one point, the news of Hogwarts reached to you and you insisted on going there even if it was against every plan your family had, which consisted of brainwashing you so that you would believe in their ideals.

(which was also why you were doing it and get away from them before they did something)

The point is, there was a time the Four Founders knew you, and therefore the Sorting Hat also knew you very well... And instead of sorting you, you two gossiped together about those four.

"Do you remember how Godric was left in his underwear because Salazar was mad at him for changing his potions?"

"or that one time Rowena had to be held by Helga, who never liked conflict if I may add, because Godric stole her crown and danced around the castle?"

But the Hat knew that you had to be sorted, yet again, sorting the literal pure and ancient magic holder was... Absurt.

So, it made the best and most hilarious decision of all the History of Magic under the shocked eyes of everyone present.

" Y/N Y/L/N belongs to all houses!"

"you could have put me in Godric's house at least, stupid! They seem funny at least..."

And the hat only cackled and shooed you away under your teasing eyes as you sat at the corner while the teacher gave their speechs.

But, just like everyone else there, four sets of eyes followed you after that day. Wherever you went or whatever you said.

They thought you would be evil, or extremely cocky and bullying everyone. They even planned a grand joke for you to teach you a lesson...

But none of them ever came and instead they often found you... Sleeping at corners in different positions.

At first, they thought you were merely acting so that you got away from their pranks.

But when they shook you awake, and you just faceplanted on the ground and continued to sleep, they were absolutely bamboozled.

"Are they alive? I think they are..."

"How can someone sleep like that?! Especially after falling down?"

But this wasn't their first official meeting with you.

It was when they were sitting down for dinner and you appeared behind Remus to look at the book he was reading.

Even he didn't feel your presence and the soft hum you did, and he was a werewolf.

"Hello, gentlemen! How are you?"

And Sirius, being Sirius, did what he always did the best: Complimented you, which would turn to flirting as the years passed.

What they did not know was that you were the Merlin. Sirius and James were aware of your existence, Sirius with being the heir of the Blacks and his mother trying to prepare a date in the future, but they never knew what you looked like.

No one did.

When they realized it, they thought you were one of those pure-blood extremists and their opinion changed about you fast

They thought you would bully Remus or Lily...

Which was already a big no-no

But they were proven very wrong when one day, they caught you bringing chocolate and books Remus wanted to read for a while, the pile of books flying in the air behind you in a long line

"Hi! Uh, I hope I'm not being a complete nuisance but I couldn't help but notice your love for chocolate and hear your list of books you wanted to read and... I just wanted to talk?"

What? Giving something to someone to gain their trust, though it was for an evil ulterior in your family, was the thing that was taught to you.

And you weren't like them, you really wanted to be their friends and prove that you weren't like any of them but... At that moment, you were just a shy bean full of anxiety as you fiddled with your fingers shyly and they looked at you puzzled with shocked pikachu faces.

The stare they had given you in shock would never leave your mind as you giggled at them, the sound making the boys blush as Remus stuttered out a thanks and you gave a wide smile and asked to sit down with them. That was when the doubts started to bloom in them.

No bloody racist could be that sweet and shy while talking to someone "lower" to them.

And besides you seemed genuine but they still had doubts...

Until James remembered how you protected Lily at the Great Hall one time and then, as he heard it later, baked her cookies and helped her study.

"Y/L/N, we need to talk! There is an important matter..."

You sluggishly woke up and looked around you after your beauty sleep, only to see Lucius who had been working hard to pursue you, looking at you with what appeared to be... Anger. You stared at his face for a few seconds and then at the bustling Hall where everyone now stayed silent to watch you two.

Everyone knew that you and Lucius weren't on exactly good terms. You didn't do anything that could make you seem like "a barbaric" person, even though you had half of the mind to do so after everything he said about Lily and muggleborns in general, you had to stay calm and also ease the angry ancient wizard inside you as he fumed like a dragon.

Or else, this summer wouldn't be too nice for you.

"important matter?.. Okay, what is it?" You mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes and slapping your face a few times to sober up a bit. Even if your eyes were half open, you still kept them closed as a yawn left you and pretended to listen to him while leanin over the table.

"I believe, as true magic holders, you would agree on the fact that there are people who shouldn't be here." said Lucius sneering, emphasising on true magic and people while looking especially at Lily as the girl suddenly curled in on herself in fear. James seethed from where he was sitting as his eyes wandered to the girl and then his friends, silently planning another prank for Lucius so bad that the blonde wouldn't be able to walk outside.

Their eyes drifted to you though, Peter eating anxiously, Sirius raising a brow as Remus lifted his head and stared with an expectant look. This was the moment they would get their answers, whether what you had been telling them was true.

Whether you really cared about being pure or not.

"This is a magic school Lucius, anyone who has magic can enter. I heard that the bullying of pureblood nonsense wasn't as bad in other schools and they are also welcoming so... Suck it up." You explained bored and waved your hand dismissively at hım as he widened his eyes and sputtered out in disbelief.

How could someone as powerful as you say such thing?

His eyes drifted to where the group of your "friends" were sitting and cheering you excitedly, clapping hands as your eyes shone with happiness for being accepted by them wholeheartedly finally. Their smiling faces were cute, and you'd later go and buy some chocolate and sweets for them but right now, you couldn't be the sugar mommy.

You needed sleep. Immediately.

"Now, I will sleep and you better not wake me up..."

"They are the ones who feed you with lies, are they not?" He sneered angrily as he came closer to your form, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips at what he foolishly said while forgetting who you exactly where, instead seeing one of those submissive girls he was used to having around at his beck and call.

How easily you could end him and his whole lineage.

"If you think them, you or any other person can manipulate me, that's your problem. But I'd like to point that I can suck the magic out of you, alter your memories and even make your hair turn pink without you or anyone realizing what's happening. Don't tempt me..." your eyes snapped an angry yellow as your hands glowed with golden swirls of raw magic, making him take a step back in slight fear.

"you're only angry because one, she is pretty. Two, she is wicked smart and three, she is one of the few girls who said no to you." You mumbled tiredly and bored as you rolled onto your other side on the bench and continued to sleep soundless as if you didn't just threaten him with unaliving. The only answer you got, not that you cared, was just a grunt and feet stomping away.

"Fucking git of a witch... And she is supposed to be Merlin? Only a fake öne with those she hangs out..."

Needless to say, as you snapped your eyes open and slowly rose up, your eyes glowing in the usual golden color as your hair floated up and the ground shook angrily... Lucius was fucked.

After that flipping you did with Lucius, practically all the school was on their knees worshipping you

Because fucking finally someone stopped that menace

After that, the Marauders rarely left your side. Always demanding attention, begging you to teach them and all that... Except Sirius.

He just wanted to bring you over to his home so that you can roast his family too lol

When you learnt what happened to the Black Brothers, after they both warmed up to you, you flipped and choked on the water you were drinking.

"Those fuckers did what?!"

The sight of the Merlin, hair up and floating menacingly as an angry sneer left you was one that would haunt their wildest nightmares to come.

That was when one of them fell for you.

Perhaps, it was Regulus since he had been harbouring a huge crush on you ever since forever or Sirius when he had come to you wounded as you healed him and hugged him thightly to your chest, patting his hair and assuring him that everything would be better as he clinged to you and cried his sadness out.

Sirius... Never thought that he would relate to you.

To what ... What happened to you.

A soft smile as you healed him. "The same as whatever happened to you."

"All my life people failed me. Just because I'm Merlin doesn't mean that I was an exception to the torture you and Regulus went through."

"many times my family told me to just conceive a child and just be a wife... Seeing what I hoped my magic would bring to this world fail and see my descendants suffer... It wasn't what i wanted."

That was a shared regret of both you and Merlin, after all, magic was for everyone. He himself was born to completely human parents with absolutely no relation to magic. He lived through an era when pretty much everyone was hung for magic but still managed to survive for... this?

For his own children to do the same?

Apart from the angsty traumatical life experiences you all had and literally parenting a bunch of sad kids...

Their pranks were fucking genius.

Now, you didn't join them in their shenanigans much, especially if it included poor Severus

But from time to time... You would come up with the weirdest, most AWESOME and jawdropping jokes ever developed by mankind

Such as changing all the toilet papers on the bathrooms with an identical realistic cake version of them that would explode with lighters as soon as they were touched, just to piss off both female and male bullies that picked on the poor students- mostly muggleborns

And then, as if you had a better mental state, there was the weekly sessions you had where you just listen to them vent.For more than once, you assured Remus no, he wasn't a mindless monster and yes, you were totally sure he deserved happines, or making Peter see his true worth and not living on what people thought of him, making him gain some confidence. Then there were the "tea parties but actually drinking parties" you went with Sirius in the muggle world where he just cried about his life and then proceeded to pole dance like a maniac as you calmly sipped your water.

Or sitting with Effie and James as you three gossipped and talked shit about the most pureblood families.

But... even if you seemed lively and happy, every listener needed someone else to listen to them too and they were ready to pay back for every time you took care of them.

But it wasn't that easy.

Another fact of having a fucked up family life: Inability to actually react

Such as crying

( why the hell do I keep coming back to angsty side??)

For the longest time you thought it was a hard thing to do.

Like.... how does a person just tear up?

Ohhh, and you didn't even want to cry with an audience watching. That shit was scarier than any Boggart possible.

Then you saw James cry after he saw a Puffskein and... yeah.

Then the day came when they were all talking about birthdays and you said you never celebrates it and... They all stared blankly.

" Wait... like at all?"

"nope, never seen the thrill of it." You answred noncholantly, groaning when Sirius suddenly jumped on your laying figure on the carpet and shook you frustratedly.

"Even I had a birthday celebration in my life! What do you-"

"It never was a celebratory thing, except reminding my family how good of a tool I am... So I never brought it up and-James are you crying?? Remus-no,no not all of you!

Aghh, come on... * affectionately yet awkwardly patting their back as James cried on your neck while the four clutched you from all sides*

After that, it had become a mission for them to show you just how much they appreciated you by showering you with gifts, your favourite meals and even taking you to a muggle concert with the girls.

You totally didn't get wasted and ended up making out with one of them drunkenly after they made you get loose a little bit after that strict life-

They were the family you wished you had but never did, they showed you a lot of things and made you have fun. They showed you how to love and care and they were now... family.

You were ready to, quite literally, die for them

And therefore, as the only one with the knowledge of what was going to happen to them... You had to take action and protect those silly kids from the evil clutches of the common enemy.

"Are you not a kid yourself though?" would be James' answer whenever you spoke about the war, since he too was worried but couldn't let it affect your friends when they relied on him, teasing you playfully with a smile though he was happy you cared about them just as much as they cared about you.

"It's different, I'm Mer-"/ "You are Y/N and our friend who is also 17. It's okay to be scared, you don't have to shoulder everything."

That fucker and his sudden cute yet emotional talks-

It did nothing to even slightly stop you tho, you already made a plan.

Dumbledore obviously knew who you were, how powerful and strong you were and could easily become a supreme wizard/witch, therefore he thought the best way to deal with you was to get rid of you.

Jinxes, poison, harsh training, hard missions that not even the best wizard or witch wouldn't be able to complete...

You stopped all of them, it was as if you were like a killing machine, never wavering back and diving first to the fight just to protect your friends so that they could sleep peacefully for one more night, so that they could smile even slightly a bit more.

Even if you turned back bloody and bruised, having to listen to them scold and pamper you, you just didn't die.

And you knew who was behind all this, and why he was doing it.

"Look, Dumbledore, I don't care if I'm messing up with your plans- which I'm so delighted to do so, you have no idea- but if you get on my way and threaten my friends one more time, know that it's not gonna end up well for you."

"But the prophecy-"

"Damn the prophecy! I'm not letting you manipulate young children into a war that's not theirs to fight! If needed, I'll be the one to fight him off... But if you bring them into this death game, I'll gladly finish you as well."

"Remember, I'm the reason why you have that magic coursing through your veins. And I can take it back."

*dramatic standing up and leaving coolly without the cloak like the Batman*

And even with all these shit going on, having 5638 different meltdowns and existensial crises

"Oh, isn't that the traitor hanging out with those bastards?"

Lucius Malfoy, a pain in my ass

"Oh, if it's not my favourite brat in the world! What is it this time, Malfoy? Are you going to whine because I refused to marry you?"

Well, that was something the Marauders didn't expect. You were supposed to marry him?

What the hell?!

"You should be grateful that it was I who asked for your hand in marriage, Y/L/N-"

Remus clenched his jaw at the clear insult, at him seeing himself above you when it was the other way around. He saw how you fisted at your clothes and he took a hold of your hand under the table. He knew, just like the rest of his friends, that you wished your identity to be hidden, that you didn't want others to see you any different.

But Malfoy was making it very hard for you, for the past 4 years or so.

"Trust me, brat, you are the one who would have been all over the moon if that were to happen."

That cold voice didn't mean something good.

"What did you just say?"

"I said that you are hust pissy bevause for the first time in your life, someone, a woman, stood on her ground and flat out ridiculed you with rejecting you. In front of people. It's very sad that you, like the other blood-suprematists, are void of love and care but guess what?"

"My family marries for love, we are the ones who gave all of you this magic and you dare to belittle me, boy? Patheatic, little man."

Okay this was hot, and now the one who had a crush on you had a bleeding nose-

And that, was the story and the first entry of your "Marauders Diary".

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 41

chapter 62:

1. petition to abolish the games, if not for their lack of morals, do it for james potter

2. regulus fussing over james >>>>>>>>>>>

3. 😳 fiancé discussion

4. “There's a war on, and James wants to plan his wedding.” oh no. oh no. oh no. he’s so me fr

5. omg not reg wanting to see sirius and projecting that onto james 😭😭😭

6. they’re having a sleepover and i’m going feral over it

7. i’m not really mad at alice for all they’re saying, but i don’t think james deserves to hear it like this, or even be treated this way over frank’s death. they all knew the risk. frank made a decision, knowing the risk. james should not have to feel that eternal guilt

8. okay i’m kinda mad at alice, but i don’t really blame her per se. she’s grieving and is saying hurtful things she might not otherwise say. but it doesn’t make what she said okay. this is all so complicated

9. wolfstar deserves peace. give them peace istg. sirius doesn’t deserve these nightmares

10. *untraumatizes your blorbo* FUCK IT BACKFIRED! HE HAS MORE TRAUMA NOW

11. “"Fucking hell," Sirius hisses, clattering into the open chair next to Remus with an aggrieved air to him, eyes bulging as he drops his plate on the table. "I just had three different people corner me in the line to fucking flirt with me. Nevermind that I'm less than two weeks out of fucking Azkaban or anything, and when I mentioned that, they started, like, cooing at me. One of them offered to give me fucking sponge bath."

"What?" Remus' head whips around. "Who?"”

yo, those people should be scared. remus is in protective mode

12. the reason tension is so fucking high in the phoenix is probably because there are no fucking celebrations or events

13. i love how the gang is together, laughing and joking 😊😊

14. remus is a genius and i love him for putting the peices together about vanity and vespa

15. going insane over vanity’s impact in winning

chapter 63:

1. the districts are immune!!!

2. dorlene having sex after a mission is so them

3. “”I want to die with your head between my legs."” REAL

4. i am unamused 😐 dorcas and marlene should Not be discussing their after-war plans and what they’ll be doing when they’re old

5. “Two bodies and one heart” used to describe lily and remus has me in PIECES

6. mary and lily getting to have sex (that actually means something to lily) >>>>>>>>>>

7. also i’m so glad that sapphic sex was written to be that soft, intimate, and beautiful. especially with a trans woman. i feel like i never see sex scenes with trans women that aren’t completely fetishized

8. reading a jegulus fight has me feeling like an eight year old that walked in on mommy and daddy yelling over finances

9. 😭😭😭😭 not barty further spreading rumors about him being james and reg’s whores. this is so funny y’all

10. also not james teasing reg about having baby names picked out, only to reveal that reg literally has baby names picked out

11. demisexual sirius having a complex relationship with sex and desire (all the asexual part and all the very very horny parts) is literally my favorite thing in the world. i have never seen an demisexual character so similar to myself as him.

12. 😭😭 not remus cumming in his pants just cause he was slammed into a wall lmao

[familyvideostevie]

october twenty-eighth

day twenty-eight: sirius black will a haunted house finally bring you and sirius together? | pre-relationship, friends to lovers, some fake gore | 1k

You swear you're going to tell him one of these days.

You're an adult. You can fess up to a fancy. Even if you're worried it'll rock your entire friend group if Sirius isn't interested in you. Even if you'll be a bit more heartbroken than you'd like to admit because of it. You're going to talk to him about it.

Just…not tonight. Tonight, you're doing your best to maintain your composure as scare actors and regular people alike scare the shit out of you at every turn of this stupid haunted house theme park.

You don't know how but someday you're going to get James back for this whole idea.

The park is teeming with people when you all arrive and you decide to walk around a bit and get some food before you get in line for a real haunted house. You like this kind of stuff, to a point. The most fun part is being with your friends and being scared together, not so much the actual being scared part. Your heart might beat out of your chest by the time this is over.

The only thing that seems to be working in your favor is the fact that Sirius has taken it upon himself to stick by your side. He moves between you and the scare actors, shoulder bumping yours as he takes the brunt of each fright.

“You alright?” he keeps asking you.

It's infuriating. It should not be allowed for one person to be so handsome, so kind, and so…tempting. It's properly cold tonight but he's in his usual leather jacket, though for once it's actually zipped up all the way. He keeps his hands in his pockets and you wonder what it would be like to hold one.

“Oi!” Remus calls. “One of you help me with drinks, yeah?”

“I will,” you say quickly. You need to remove yourself from Sirius's side before you do something silly.

But your plan backfires, as no comfort is to be found in your friend as you wait for everyone's hot drinks.

“So,” Remus says, casually. 'You going to make a move tonight?”

“Oh, piss off.”

He laughs. “Just asking!” He narrows his eyes over your shoulder and you know he's looking at Sirius. “I just think its's worth telling you that it's on you, darling. He's a bit of an idiot.”

“I know,” you mutter.

“He'd be fucking thrilled, though,” Remus assures you. “He's utterly besotted.”

You see what you think might be proof of that when you hand Sirius his mulled wine. He beams at you like you made it yourself. “Thanks, love,” he says.

“Alright,” James says. “Gather round, my dear friends.” Everyone groans.

Sirius presses your arms together and sips his wine.

“Once we're all properly warmed and armed with some liquid courage, we're going to go into that house.” He points to…the biggest one.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Sirius mutters.

“Yes, yes, I know it's the scariest one. But you're all brave, are you not?” James looks far too pleased with himself.

“You're the one who screams loudest,” you tease. James narrows his eyes at you and Sirius and you sense trouble.

“We'll see about that.”

The line for the house moves faster than you'd like.

“You alright?” Sirius asks again.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you alright?” He grins crookedly at you.

“Course,” he says. “Nothing like a bit of adrenaline, right?”

If only he knew. Being close to him gets your heart going almost as much as the jump scares you've had tonight. “Just don't think too badly of me when I scream bloody murder.”

He winks at you. Good god. “As if I could ever think badly of you.” Your group reaches the front of the queue. A bored teen stands at the door, waiting to let you in. You can hear the screams of other patrons already. “It's not too scary, is it?” Sirius says. He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

The teenager looks unimpressed. “Good luck.”

James and Lily lead the group, Remus on their heels, you two last.

The scary shit starts immediately. A dark, dismal alleyway is littered with bones and lined with iron cages and rag-covered prisoners jump out at you and rattle the bars.

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius cries. It takes a second for you to realize that he's grabbed your hand. Out of fear, maybe? You wait for him to pull away but…he doesn't.

You remember what Remus said. Well, looks like this is your time to make a move. You lace your fingers together and squeeze. The house is dark but you see the flash of Sirius's teeth.

Okay. You can do this.

“Sirius,” you say as you walk through the hall, trying to be on your toes for people jumping out at you and failing to anticipate them every time. “Where did the rest of them go?”

You both realize that your friends, who were in front of you, are…not there anymore.

“They've abandoned us,” he curses. “Very funny. No way out but through then, love.”

The alleyway turns to a creepy hospital turns to a dungeon turns to haunted woods.

At some point, you start trying to make each other laugh.

“Bet he's got indigestion,” Sirius whispers in your ear when a guy covered in fake blood fists his hands in his fake intestines.

“She's actually very good at blackjack,” you say of a woman with her eyes gouged out.

You don't call him on it when he screams, and he never lets go of your hand.

“How big is this place?” Sirius mutters.

Just as he says it, there's a literal light at the end of the tunnel.

You spill out into a street-lamp lit holding area where plenty of people are recovering, hands on their knees to catch their breath.

Your friends, however, stand at attention, eyes on the two of you.

“Oi,” Sirius yells. “Don't look so pleased with yourselves. See if we stick with you when we're chased by a serial killer.”

James starts clapping.

“Oh, do shut up,” Lily says. “Glad you two made it.”

Sirius squeezes your hand. Oh. You should probably let go now, right?

“Should we do another?” he asks instead.

You let yourself look at him, really look at him. His eyes are bright, face a bit flushed. He looks like a man who knows exactly what he's doing.

“Okay,” you say.

He doesn't let go for the rest of the night.

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[thelilreddragon]

Could James & Lily fight off the horcrux locket’s corruption better than Ron in Deathly Hallows?(in AU where the order is hunting down the horcruxes ahead of time)?

“Bloody hell, Lils… did you finish the book already?” James sat down beside his wife and handed her a cup of tea.

“There is a connection between this one symbol and everything else… if only I could actually FIGURE IT OUT!” Lily yelled, and threw the book at the coffee table.

“…and that’s enough horcrux for you, today.” James pulled the chain up and over her head, and plopped it over his own.

Lily’s shoulders slumped down a bit more, as she relaxed. “I hate that thing.”

“I know you do.”

“I HAAAAD A THOUGHT!” An excited voice called across the tent, and Sirius came skipping into the room.

“Holy fuck! You have those!?” James asked, and Lily elbowed him in the ribs.

“I was surprised too!” Sirius bellowed. Behind him, Remus slipped around him, to sit down beside Lily. “What if, the way to break the chained bitch, is through stabbing!”

“We’ve been over this, Sirius… we need goblin made weapons, and something else it could absorb, to do even remotely any damage.” Remus slumped into the couch, and Lily patted his thigh comfortingly.

“I wish we could Avada Kadavra the bitch.”

“Wait. We haven’t tried that yet!” Lily grabbed the necklace from James neck, ignoring the choking sounds from her husband, and darted out of the tent.

“Genius plan, Lily!” Remus was quick on her tail. Sirius and James shrugged and slowly staggered out the tent.

Lily threw the locket to the ground, and pulled out her wand. “Step aside. I don’t want this to backfire.”

The boys obeyed, and moved behind her. “Avada Kedavra!” Lily screamed, and the horcrux doors flew open.

Within the smoke of the horcrux, a fat man and skinny woman opened the door of their home to find a baby on the steps. “Vernon, what is this?!”

“How should I know, Petunia?” The mist faded, and Lily fell to the forest floor, sitting and staring as the mist disappeared.

“You good, Lils?” James sat beside her.

“I’ll be better when we finish all of these and head back to Harry.”

I firmly believe that if the Killing Curse could reboot Harry, it totally coulda worked on the horcruxes.

[tortoisebore]

CAN YOU RAMBLE ABOUT THEIR FIRST TIME CUDDLING / HOW THEY CUDDLE AFTER THEIR COMFY IM REAL TOUCH STARVED

EEEEEEEEEE i’m stressed & tired & i’ve been writing angst for like two weeks so i think we all needed this

((i’m putting this in the context of my fic bc we’re doing a little time skip for chapter 10 & this particular little snippet of their relationship isn’t being delved into & i feel like we all deserve to know ab it 👹))

just barely nsfw under the cut like BARELY a few sentences

the first time they actually have a cuddle would be after they fucked for the first time obvi. we’ve talked ab what happened after The Door: they’re both sappy losers that got so entirely overwhelmed in the five minutes they were actually having sex that it became quite an emotional & earth-shattering moment, so obviously they’re going to be clinging to each other like saran wrap for hours after.

so they lie around in bed for a while & i’m a firm believer that sirius “always touching people” black has an innate need to be touching remus everywhere after they have sex, like toes to head he needs to be plastered to him, so he worms around & ends up just sprawling out on top of him, which is like….,definitely making it difficult for remus to breathe & sirius’ complete dead weight on his chest isn’t necessarily a pleasant experience but he’s not ab to ask him to move. so he just loops his hands around his back & draws all these little shapes and patterns into his skin with his fingers while sirius wraps his own hand around his arm bc he has a particular strange fascination w his biceps. and they probably get the giggles for a while bc they’ve both been pining after each other since the second they met & they can’t believe that actually just happened, but then they settle into a sweet little silence and just lay there together for a while

and in his head remus is getting all weepy because he didn’t think he’d ever get to have sirius close like this, to be free to touch all of his pretty, soft skin and feel his hair tickle his chest every time he exhales and brush his thumb over the little freckle below his eye when sirius looks up at him, all flushed cheeks and half-open eyes and a perfect, sated little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

and sirius is up there having an out of body experience bc he’s finally calm. he’d spent so long being on edge over his feelings for remus, and he’d spent the entirety of that week stressed about what to do about those feelings and thinking it was too late & he missed his chance—but now that he’s here in remus’ bed and he’s apologized and professed his love and it was all reciprocated, and they’ve finally figured out where they stand, he can breathe again. the feeling of remus solid beneath him, tracing those little shapes at the small of his back, touching his face and smiling when sirius can’t resist and leans up to kiss him—it’s the most tethered and grounded he’s felt in a long time.

eventually remus convinces him they need to shower & he offers to let sirius go first, but sirius just looks up at him like 😐🤨 “wtf do u mean i can go first, we’re going together u idiot.” so sirius lets him up but immediately glues himself to remus’ back so he has to awkward-shuffle to the bathroom & work around the inconvenience of having a person pressed against him while trying to turn on the taps and get towels and all that, but the shower is nice and warm and it’s easier to move around once he manages to convince sirius he should wrap himself around remus’ front rather than his back. but now he’s getting distracted bc sirius is kissing his neck & smiling all innocent when remus tries to be like “can you stop for one second & let me get my literal cum out of u please.” but that plan backfires & just turns into him pressing sirius’ chest to the wall & eating him out until he’s begging for round two & they almost die when remus nearly loses his footing while trying to lift sirius up enough to fuck him against the wall

the first few weeks after they get together they’re absolute insatiable losers, like they can’t be in a room together for longer than five minutes without having to leave & go for a quickie at whoever’s place is closest. eventually that wears off enough that they can exist within twenty feet of each other without immediately wanting to jump each other’s bones, much to the relief of all of their friends & anyone who has ever been jostled out of the way when they’re sprinting out of buildings to get home.

so they settle into some kind of a routine and start spending lots of time at remus’ place because it’s quiet and he doesn’t have roommates. so after classes or practice sirius will just go there and stay for the rest of the day. and most of the time remus is at the kitchen table working on schoolwork when he gets there, and he’ll give sirius a sweet little smile and be like “hiii :))” and sirius will give him a big ole hug from behind over the back of the chair bc they haven’t seen each other in eight hours & he was going insane with it.

on those kinds of days he usually manages to convince remus to take a break after a while and come sit on the couch with him, where sirius will cuddle up to his side and wrap his arms around his middle while remus tells him about his day. and he’ll put a hand on sirius’ knee or hold his hand while he talks & again, sirius feels calm.

other days remus will get home & sirius is already there, which happens more and more frequently after he gives him his extra key like two weeks after they started seeing each other. and he’s not secretive about how much he likes having sirius there when he gets home—sometimes he’ll be at the table in the chair across from remus’ with his laptop and textbooks and a giant coffee, working on an assignment for one of his history or french courses, and he’ll smile and stretch and hold out a hand until remus comes to him, pulling him in and kissing him all sweet and saying “there’s a coffee for you in the fridge.” other times he’ll be sprawled out on the couch talking on the phone or reading and he won’t say a word, he’ll just make grabby hands like 🥺🤲 until remus comes to him. and he’ll just plop down right on top of him, wiggle his arms under him to wrap around his waist and rest his head on his chest, and sirius will run his fingers through his hair and play with the curls at the nape of his neck and trace lines up and down his spine until remus either dozes off or they turn on whatever show they’re watching that week.

and some of it carries over to group outings and dinners out—they’ll sit next to each other and remus will have a hand around sirius’ shoulders or loose around his hip, maybe pressed to his knee or holding his hand if they don’t have much room. and sirius will shuffle in close in a booth or scoot his chair as close as possible and lean into his side, drag his fingers absently up and down remus’ arm or wrap a hand around his bicep, maybe get a hand up the back of his shirt when he leans forward if he’s lucky. and sirius is much more touchy-feely in public than remus is but remus loves it, loves feeling desired and wanted by the person he loves even when other people are around.

so yes they’re big physical touch people and even bigger fans of cuddling, and they’ve practiced enough self-control now that only 50% of their dedicated cuddling time ends up turning into especially handsy sex.

[tedwardremus]

More Pettigrew Thoughts

He was the youngest of the Mauraders 

Like I said in the first part, one of Peter’s vulnerabilities to radicalization is his desire for a position of influence inside a group dynamic. He wants to feel valued and wants people he think are cool or important to rely on him

Peter’s betrayal of James and framing of Sirius was pre-mediated and planned out

This leads me to think that Remus and Sirius starting to distrust each other was a recent development and was part of Peter’s manipulation to control the group dynamic so he could sell out the Potters. 

It all happened so fast that Remus and Sirius didn’t have time to understand or question Peter’s whisper campaign fully. They all knew someone close to them had turned on the order and I don’t think anyone was sleeping well, or in their right mind and Peter used that to his advantage

Peter subtly planted the switch secret keeper plan in Sirius's head to make him think it was his idea.

Peter did not plan on staying a rat for 12 years because the Killing Curse backfired and Voldermort becoming a shade was not part of the Plan. After Voldy disappeared Peter needed to lie low and staying with a family as a pet meant food and a warm bed.

Peter’s backup plan was to change his appearance and move abroad permanently but he could never master the transfiguration spells. (shame he got his best friend who was a transfiguration prodigy murdered)

But Peter gathered lots of good intel by staying with the Weasleys (especially what happened to former death eaters. Peter brought Voldy all the hot gossip)

When he realized he was going to share a dorm with Harry he freaked out but when he figured that Voldemort was still out there and actively trying to come back to power he stayed in place.

Peter thought Voldemort would reward him with all the intimate knowledge he gathered on Harry

And the sad luck of Peter is after he spent more than a decade as a rat, betrayed his best friends, gathered information on former death eaters, harry potter and wizarding politics, went willying back to Voldemort and spent a year resurrecting him, playing servant to Snape and the Malfoys, all he got was a stupid silver arm that ended up killing him

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Fourth Time

So, basically, Logan has been falling into a not-so-good place mentally for a while. With being unintentionally ignored and anything he finds important being pushed to the back burner for someone else's agenda [like in WTIT aka clean apartment vs. date] he begins to feel more isolated and alone [been thinking about this because of the plushy ep. with Logan's little "plushies are good for loneliness" quip]. Eventually he falls into a sort of depressive episode where he can't even get himself to work [which doesn't help with those sweet mental issues]. After a few hours or days or however long gives the best hurt/comfort, all the others notice he's staying closed off in his room and we get some nice comfort and reassurance. Again, no pressure, just a prompt if you have no other ideas! I'll read any Sanders Sides content you write! <3 – cry-to-sleep

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Warnings: depression, self-doubt

Pairings: DLAMPR

Word Count: 3222

    Third time should be the charm, and yet perhaps this is yet another indicator that Logan is no longer as adept at being Logic as he would like to assume.

First, it was the courtroom. Putting aside the fact that they had initiated a courtroom scenario without him—how could they? Even putting aside his role as Logic, they knew he loved—er, had a passion for such things—they decided to bench him and stick him far away in the back of the room where he had to shout to even have a chance at being heard.

Then, it was the asides. Perhaps by making his contributions directly to the audience as opposed to through conversation with the others, he stood a greater chance of one, being heard, and two, not being interrupted. And what were his consequences? Slashed by Roman, skipped by Patton, and snatched by Janus.

The…date, really, now, this should have been his greatest indicator. He and the others and especially Thomas had all agreed it was far overdue to clean his apartment, they'd set aside the whole day for it, and he'd drawn up schedules, made allowances and backup plans, and thwarted Remus's attempts to throw the whole thing off…only for Thomas to go on a date with Nico.

Should that not have been the clearest sign that he must adjust trajectories? The whole day, the whole day, he'd been given, and it had been pre-agreed upon, and yet at the last moment, none of that had mattered. No, Logan's day had been pushed aside in favor of a date with Nico.

If he had been a different Side, he might've scoffed at Roman's function being prioritized over his, when clearly that had only backfired in the past.

But that would be petty and horrible and done an absolute disservice to how hard Roman had been working to just get along with him recently. He'd come to him almost as soon as that episode had been over and said I'm sorry, not just for the date, for the courtroom, for the slashing, but for making you feel as though I didn't value you, that I don't care about what you have to say.

But if you cared, Logan wanted to say but lacked the strength to, why are you only saying this to me, where no one else can hear you?

And yet, after all of that, after all of that, he'd tried one more time.

With the plushies.

If he'd been in a better place, he would've adored what that episode came out to be. Everyone, participating in a good-faith debate? Taking turns, providing evidence, supporting each other's ideas in the aim of actual discussion? It was everything he'd been advocating for; learning new information and letting it help you shape your perspective. And collaborating to make your thoughts heard and ensure the others did the same.

No, if he had been in a better place, he would have…

Well.

No use discussing what might have been.

What did happen is everyone, regardless of current disagreements and rifts, had come together against Logan. Against his perspective, against his ideas, and…well. They'd been…right. There were benefits to having plushies, in the ways they had said, and even if there weren't, who was he to tell people how they could and could not spend their money? Who was he to tell them how to form their own emotional bonds and manage them accordingly? Who was he to decide what forms of comfort were acceptable and which were not?

They had all been against him, and they had all been right.

…if Logic wasn't able to…to be right, or at the very least was selfishly emotional enough to be spiteful about being wrong, and couldn't even appreciate the way the others had approached the conversation, then���

…could Logan even be Logic anymore?

Fourth time, it seemed, was the charm.

He looks over at his whiteboard, upon which he'd spent numerous hours meticulously documenting his schedule. The pen holder, magnetized to the board where it always was, with all the colors he could ever need. And, of course, his notebook.

Logan gets up from his desk, walking over and picking it up. He flips through the pages, hoping that something, anything would give him an idea of how to deal with this, where to go next, what course of action would work—

Only, what was the point?

All of his other plans, no matter how much time he spent thinking of contingencies, no matter how careful he was to accommodate everyone's needs and desires, no matter if they were agreed upon by everyone or not, they were just as susceptible to being brushed aside at a moment's notice.

The words tumble across the pages.

Even if he'd taken it up with each of them separately, what was stopping another event like the date from barging in? He couldn't count on them to advocate for him, not when they'd never done so in the past. He couldn't assert himself with all of them like he did with Remus—shouting really was the only way to get his attention sometimes—and at that rate…

He probably had as much chance of success with that as Roman did after insulting Janus's name.

He winces as soon as the thought crosses his mind. There is no such thing as thoughtcrime, he reminds himself sternly, it is my reaction to the thoughts that matters. That was not something that was fair to me or to Roman, I will not act upon that thought, Roman is very dear to me and he understands what happened that day too.

See, if he could only behave so rationally when it came to all of the issues in his life, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

The notebook falls from his hands.

Perhaps…perhaps the solution is easier than he previously thought. Maybe he should give them some time…to work out what they're doing. Right? That made sense; it was hard to accommodate someone when they themselves didn't know what they needed, so…so maybe giving them some time would help?

But then how would he know when he'd given them enough time? Would they come and tell him? No, no, that would be stupid, they wouldn't do that, they wouldn't even know that's what he was doing—and what, could he tell them? After they had made it clear they weren't listening to him?

No, no, that wouldn't work either.

He stifles a mirthless laugh. He really isn't good at this after all.

***

"Hey, Princey!"

"Yeah?"

"You seen Logan?"

Roman frowns, closing his notebook. "No, not since…oh, no, when was the last time I saw Logan?"

"I can't find him anywhere," Virgil says, glancing over his shoulder as though Logan might magically appear, "and, uh…that's not good."

"Wait, did he come down for coffee this morning?"

"Uh—" he goes to the kitchen, squinting at the pot— "no, I don't think so. Wait, has this even been turned on?"

"Ooh, what are we talking about?"

"Go back to horny jail." Roman swats Remus's head with a paper towel roll. "And as part of your penance, tell us the last time you saw Logan."

Remus catches the roll effortlessly and chews off one end. "Lolo? Not for a while."

"Shit," Virgil mutters under his breath, only to turn around and face one disappointed dad-figure, "holy—Pat, don't do that!"

"Language, mister," Patton says, wagging his finger, "and you know how Logan gets when people mess with the coffee maker. You're not planning another prank, are you?"

"What? No, I wasn't—he didn't turn it on, Pat. He's not been—well, I don't think he's been down here all day."

Patton frowns, tapping Virgil's shoulder to get him to move aside. "Maybe he's just washed the pot?"

"No, pot wash is on Thursday. It's Sunday."

"I love that you know that."

"Hey, as another resident coffee drinker—"

"Oh, is there fresh coffee?" Janus raises an eyebrow as Virgil glares at him from his precarious perch on the staircase railing. "Something amiss?"

"Don't fu—don't do that, J."

Janus just chuckles and ruffles Virgil's hair. "You just make it so easy."

"No," Roman declares before Remus can open his mouth again, "none of that. Knock it off."

"Party pooper."

"Janus," Roman calls as Remus starts to gnaw on his shoulder, "when's the last time you've seen Logan?"

Janus frowns, idly grabbing Remus by the scruff of the neck and hauling him off of Roman. "Not for a while. Why, is he missing? Have you checked his room?"

"I knocked earlier," Virgil says, "but I didn't get a response. I checked the door to the Imagination, but it's still locked, so—"

"I haven't let him in. Re?"

"Nope! We're waiting for Ollie's brood."

"Oh, how's that coming?"

"Not now," Patton says as the two start talking about Kraken offspring, "we need to find Logan."

"Right, right." Roman stands up. "I'll—whoa!"

For the Mindscape had shuddered, something rumbling under the floor and sending them all staggering. Roman just barely manages to collapse back into the chair as the others hang on to bits of furniture and whatever walls they can scrabble against.

"Everyone okay?"

"Yeah, I'm all good!"

"What the hell was that?"

"Remus?"

"I'm good, Janny." Remus shakes his head. "Was that Lolo?"

Roman frowns. "Didn't feel like him…"

"What, hold on, no, I'm not moving past that—" Virgil holds up a hand— "what do you mean, 'didn't feel like him?'"

"You know when you all have crises it affects the Mindscape, right? Oh, calm down, it's not that bad," Remus says quickly when poor Virgil looks like he is very much not going to be calm about this, "it just makes it feel a bit different."

"And you two can…feel it?"

He shrugs. "Part of the Creativity gig. We're kinda how it's made up, remember? Thomas? All that?"

"…okay, so…?"

"So," Roman continues, standing up warily, "whatever that was didn't really feel like Logan. It felt—more like…"

"Like—" Remus's eyes widen. "Oh, fuck."

"Language—wait, where are you going?"

The twins had sprinted for the staircase, leaving everyone else following frantically behind them.

"What did it feel like," Virgil barks, "Remus!"

"Like Logic!"

"You just said it didn't feel like Logan!"

"Yeah, 'cause it felt like Logic!"

"Logan is Logic!"

"No, he isn't," Roman calls as they dash around the corner, "he's—he's Logan. His function is Logic, but he's—did this hallway get longer?"

"Less talk, more explain!"

"That's not—fine, Logan's trying to separate himself from his function!"

"He's—oh, for the love of—stop!"

The sound of the Tempest Tongue shocks the twins enough for Janus to dart forward and grab them, shushing their frenzied protests and turning them to face an increasingly frustrated Virgil and an increasingly out of breath Patton.

"You kiddos are fast," he wheezes, "when—when'd you get so fast?"

They exchange a slightly guilty look before Virgil glares at them.

"Explain."

"Remember when you ducked out?"

"Re," Roman mutters as everyone winces, "delicate."

"…sorry."

Virgil waves him off. "When I ducked out?"

"You removed Anxiety. No more. Ka-put. Bye-bye." Remus twiddles his fingers to mimic an explosion. "But you, you, Virgil, purple emo, you still existed. 'Cause you're not just your function."

"Is Logan ducking out?"

"No, no," Roman says quickly, trying to calm Patton, "he's—he's just having a crisis. I think our dear darling nerd is having some…insecurities and they're manifesting in a way that's trying to separate him from Logic."

"Like—he thinks he can't be Logic anymore?"

As if on cue, or perhaps to reward Patton's correct guess, the Mindscape shudders again.

"Here's an idea," Remus growls, thrashing against Janus's grip, "why don't we ask him?"

***

It's cold.

It's dark.

How long has it been?

Does it matter?

Something is making noise.

Does it matter?

"—gan! Logan!"

"Oh, you poor thing—no, don't turn on the light, you'll startle him."

"How long has he been like this?"

Does it matter?

"Shit—we should've come way earlier—"

"No use doing that now. We need to help him."

"Right. Patton, Janus—you two go downstairs and make sure we've got his safe food. Virgil—"

"Coffee, I know."

"Re?"

"On deck."

Does it matter?

"Logan," someone says, right next to him, "Logan, can you hear me?"

Yes, he can, but does it matter?

"Please, Logan, I need you to open your eyes."

His eyes are closed?

"Logan, please."

Oh. They said please. He should listen when people say please. It's the polite thing to do.

Something incredibly blurry swims into view overhead. It's…red? And white? And gold?

"There you are," the voice murmurs, "hello, little star."

Little star, that's…that's what Roman calls him. Is Roman here?

"Yes, little star, it's me, I'm right here. Can you look at me?"

He blinks. Why is Roman here?

"We got worried, little star, we haven't seen you in a while."

Is he talking out loud?

"Yeah, Logan, you are. Shh, shh, shh," Roman says quickly, warm hands landing on his shoulders, "it's alright, I don't mind. You're alright, little star, it's alright."

"Wha…what happened?"

Roman's expression morphs into something much sadder. "You…went away, Logan. We…we should've have come sooner. I'm sorry we didn't. Are you—no. You've been lying down for a long—a long time, can we get you up and moving around?"

Moving is good, a small voice in his head says, it will help.

"I…"

"I'll help," Roman says immediately, "you can come hold onto me if you want."

His arms groan in protest as he drags them along the blanket, lifting to paw clumsily at Roman's chest. "I can't."

"You can," Roman promises, helping to sling his arms over his shoulders, "there, see? You did it, good job, little star, good job."

"I did?"

"You did." He leans down and carefully scoops Logan into his arms. "We're going to try to sit up now, alright? We'll go very slowly and if it becomes too much, tell me and I'll lie you back down."

Logan clutches Roman's shoulders and slowly, slowly, they start to sit up. He's panting by the time they make it, his nose mashed into Roman's collar. Roman doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, rubbing his back and whispering you did it, good job, you did it, little star, we're done now.

"R-Remus?"

"Hey, Lolo," Remus says, coming closer, "you're not doing so great, huh?"

Logan shakes his head.

"That's okay. We're gonna help." He ruffles Logan's greasy hair. "Can we get you in the bath or the shower?"

"I don't…I don't know if I can stand."

"You can lie down, that's okay. Ro can carry you."

Despite himself, he lets out a noise of disbelief and Roman chuckles.

"Doubting me, little star," he teases gently, "can I prove you wrong?"

Logan nods carefully and promptly lets out a yelp as Roman shifts him effortlessly into a princess carry, making for the bathroom. "Roman!"

"Mm?"

"I—how?"

"You're not that heavy, little star," Roman murmurs, "it's alright. Shower, or bath?"

"B-bath?"

"Bath it is. Remus, can you—"

"On it."

The time between being in Roman's arms and being in the bath with Remus carefully nudging him back to wet his hair is a warm blur, filled with soft touches and softer words, culminating in a quiet noise as Remus patiently works shampoo through his hair.

"Hey, Lolo," he says gently, "you will me? That feel okay?"

"Mm. You're…good at that."

He chuckles. "I gotta be. You see the stuff I deal with every day?"

And it says something that he can't even summon up the courage to be snarky back, just letting out a loopy giggle as the bath laps gently against his skin. The warm water soothes his aching muscles, and they must have added something because the faint smell of lavender and bergamot wafts through the steam as his eyes droop closed again.

"Don't fall asleep just yet," Remus reminds, "we gotta wash this out first."

"Right."

"Ro, can you—"

"Yeah, it's all warm."

Wait, what? There was still shampoo in his hair a moment ago, why is Remus telling him it's time to get out?

"Come on, Lolo, the towel's all warm."

And oh, yes, it is—they must've put it in the dryer—Roman wraps the warmth around him and grabs another for his hair, gently rubbing it over his head until he chuckles.

"Fuzzy little Logan burrito," he murmurs, "let's get you into something soft."

"But I'm in something soft," Logan protests, only for Roman to laugh, "can I just stay in this?"

"No, I'm sorry, little star. Come on, I promise these are warm too."

The soft things—pajamas, his tired brain supplies—are warm enough and he lets them help him into them, mumbling his thanks.

"No need," Remus says, "do you think you can make it downstairs to eat something?"

"Maybe?"

"Here, lean on us," he says, "Ro, get—"

"Right here, little star," Roman murmurs as they start helping him downstairs, "right here."

Perhaps, that should have been his first indicator, that they care. That the two of them took the time to make sure he was comfortable, that he was clean, that he was warm.

Perhaps his second indicator is that Virgil's made him coffee. Just the way he likes, he hasn't messed up any of the settings on the pot, it's even in his favorite mug. Virgil ruffles his still-damp hair gently and says something about go sit on the couch, bud, it's gonna be okay.

Perhaps his third indicator is that Janus and Patton have little bowls of his favorite snacks on the coffee table, and his favorite documentary on the TV. They make sure he has blankets and pillows and each whispers something like it's okay, sweetheart, we're here now, you're going to be alright, sweetie.

But perhaps his fourth indicator is that they all fall asleep like that, curled around him on a big mattress on the floor, each promising to do better in the future.

They didn't need to do that.

There was no Logic to doing that.

It was just for Logan.

Just because he was Logan.

Well, you know what they say, fourth time's the charm.

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Gaze, Chapter 7

Chapter list

Pairing: Roman/Logan/Virgil

wordcount: 3566

warnings: violence

Notes: A Role Reversal inspired by @edupunkn00b 's work 'Beside Me'. Let me know if you think I should add a tag list for this series, or if anyone is interested.

Roman couldn’t believe that just happened. Logan was trying to soothe him and reassure him they were almost there, but it wasn’t working yet. He had just seen his brother, who he wasn’t sure if he would see again. And he attacked him. He felt so sick at the lack of control. Roman had done all this for him! Yet this ended up putting Remus in danger. His plan had backfired immensely. 

Logan was still holding Roman’s arm as they got to the club. Virgil opened the door for them before joining them inside. The experience of entering the club was very different from the first time. Every sensation around him was heightened now. The great scents of need, want, and blood surrounded him, pushing in. He staggered from the overwhelming stimuli.

Logan stepped closer to Roman and adjusted his hold so he now had a strong arm wrapped around Roman’s waist. Still firm, but also grounding. Logan rubbed his thumb in little circles on Roman’s side.

Logan murmured next to his ear. “Just hang on and breath. You’re safe here, alright? All you need to do right now is breathe.” He met Roman’s eyes, nodding slowly. 

Yeah, focusing on Logan seemed to be helping. Roman nodded back, copying his slower breathing, which made Logan smile.

“That’s it, my Prince, just breathe.” Patton walked around the bar to greet them. 

“Welcome on in, everyone!” He smiled, giving Virgil and Roman a little bow. Then he clasped hands with Logan, shaking his free hand with both of his.

“Logan, you look well,” He said quietly as he leaned in, glancing at Virgil.

Logan frowned briefly, “Yes, I am well, thank you.”

Patton turned to Virgil. “Vee? It’s good to see you again.” Virgil smiled, swaying to the music. Even through his haze of hunger, Roman noticed that Patton was careful not to look Virgil in the eyes. Come to think of it, Roman wasn’t feeling the same draw to Patton that he got from some of the other people in the club.  Patton is a vampire, too, Roman thought. Patton turned, smiling at Roman, looking him in the eyes.  “Hi there, I’m Patton! We haven’t met formally.”

Logan tightened his grip on Roman’s waist. “This is Roman.” Patton raised an eyebrow and gave Logan a searching look. Logan looked away.

“We need a booth, please.”

Patton smiled broadly. “Of course, I’m happy you came. All of you. There’s a nice booth in the back.” He started to walk back into the club with a skip to his step. He waved them to follow. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Logan kept a grip on Roman as they walked past other tables and along the edge of the dance floor. At each table, conversations stilled. Both vampiric and human eyes followed them. Roman caught some snippets of whispers ‘…Logan sired…’, ‘…is he…?’, ‘don’t believe it…’, ‘…Logan really…?’ It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been connected to the source of whispers. Let alone experiencing how all eyes were in his direction, but everyone was looking just past him. While there was some relief at not being the main topic, he still felt just as torn about who it was towards.  

Patton gestured to a circular booth and they slid into their seats, Logan in the middle, facing out. Virgil sat on his right, and Roman to Logan’s left. Patton smiled again.  “I’ll go get some drinks for ya.” Logan nodded a silent thanks.

“Patton choose this booth for us because it's close to the air vent, bringing in fresh air from outside.” Logan placed a calming hand on Roman’s thigh. 

Roman had started to observe several couples on the dance floor, swaying to the music. Roman dragged his attention away. He sucked in a breath and tried to listen to Logan.

“Soon, Roman, soon.” 

Virgil hesitantly leaned on Logan’s other shoulder. His brow furrowed and lips parted as he watched Roman’s shaking hands.

Patton appeared with two bottles gripped in one hand and three glasses balanced in the other. With a flourish, he leaned across the table, setting out their glasses. He poured whiskey into Logan’s glass. Then he held the two bottles out before Roman. Roman pointed to the juice bottle. Patton nodded and  filled the other two glasses with juice.  Roman drained half his glass in one gulp. 

“So…” Patton grinned, “It seems the rumor is true.”

Logan sipped at his whiskey while Virgil leaned against him. He rocked to the music and still stared at Roman’s hands. Roman blinked, glancing between Logan and Patton. “What rumor?”

“I saw you here, recently. And it was the last time Logan was in here too. You left with Yann.” Roman swallowed, looking down at the glass in his hands. “Rumor has it that Yann was caught hurting a mortal and Logan’s hunter friends took care of him.”

Logan voice went low. “There are certain lines we do not allow to be crossed in this city. Taking what isn’t willingly offered is one of them.”  Patton nodded as he topped off their drinks. “It was an important reminder.”

Patton looked closely at Virgil. “How are you, Vee?”

Virgil looked away from Roman, eyes unfocused as he wrapped his arms tighter around Logan’s bicep. “I feel great, Patton. It’s a beautiful evening.” Logan leaned over, kissing the top of his head. He lifted his silvery eyes to Patton, nodding. 

“So you’re only here for…” Patton tilted his chin towards Roman. 

Logan nodded once. “Who’s around tonight?” Patton tilted his head, looking closely at Roman. Under the scrutiny, he became acutely aware of how much his hands were trembling. He tried to control his panting. Despite his attempt at restraint, his eyes still darted around the club. Frequently coming back to rest on Virgil. Patton squinted at him before finally humming. 

“I know just the right person,” He said.

Logan nodded. “I expected as much.” He did glance to Virgil though.  Roman was starting to shake so badly that he could no longer hold his glass. Logan reached out a calming hand to stroke the back of Roman’s neck.

“I’ll go get him,” Patton said before gliding away. 

When Patton had left, Roman leaned closer to Logan, fighting to ignore the fire in his chest. He sought any distraction he could find. “What did he mean, your ‘Hunter friends?’” Logan continued to gently massage the back of Roman’s neck. Roman leaned into the touch, the sensation grounding him. 

“Ah, well some hunters are aware that I can be trusted.” 

“And how do you show this?” Roman asked.

“I direct them to vampires that have become too dangerous. My intel pans out and my record of not harming innocents speaks for itself.” 

Logan drew Roman closer, kissing the side of his head. His voice got low in pitch as he said, “I told you he would pay for what he did to you.” Roman shivered a bit at the voice. 

“Well, there is something I’m grateful for because of him.” Logan frowned in confusion. He opened his mouth to comment, when Roman cupped Logan’s cheek in one shaking hand, meeting his eyes. Logan’s sharp expression softened and he leaned into Roman’s hand.

“Because of him, I was able to meet you.” He shifted his eyes briefly in Virgil’s direction.

“You either, Virgil.”

Patton returned to the table with another. The man was a similar size and build to Patton, skinny but not too much. Maybe average height. He stood out more with his magenta hair though,  and also wore glasses. The man wore a tan sweater over a white undershirt that was visible through the v in the neck. Some of the sweater buttons were undone though, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Probably from the heat. At the collar of the white undershirt was a pink tie, but it was undone and hanging off either side.

Virgil frowned when he saw the man, glancing at Logan and Roman, nearly catching his eye. Roman quickly looked away. He remembered Logan’s words earlier about not realizing how quickly a thrall could start.

“Logan, Virgil, I’m sure you remember my friend Emile.” Patton turned to Roman. “This is my friend Emile. He’s anxious to get to know you, Roman.”  Emile smiled and presented his hand to Roman. To shake, kiss…or bite, Roman wasn’t sure. He also wasn’t sure he wouldn’t do all three if he touched him.

“Hiya! It’s so nice to meet you,” Emile said. He put his hand down but moved closer. “May I join you?”  Roman’s mouth fell open and Logan intoned, “Thank you, Patton, for the introduction.” Patton lingered for a moment, then he nodded before leaving. 

“Please sit down, Emile, next to me,” Logan nodded at Roman, and Roman stood. He eased back and gave Emile a wide berth before following him. Then he slid back into the booth with Emile seated between him and Logan. A scowling Virgil on Logan’s other side. Roman looked at Virgil, eyebrows knit together. Logan noticed Roman’s expression as well. He drew Virgil closer to him, wrapping his arm around him and letting his hand trail down to his waist. Virgil melted into the embrace, scowl softening. 

Virgil kept his sharp eyes trained on Emile, though, even as he sipped at his own drink.

“I’m so glad to be able to help you guys out again,” Emile said then shivered a bit in anticipation. He coughed. Then he stretched in his seat, tilting his head from side to side. 

“I’d be happy to help take care of both of you tonight. Although since it’s been a while, I’ll need a breather in between.”

Virgil frowned even more. There was fire in his eyes as he started to lean forward as though to speak. But Logan touched his cheek, smiling gently at him. Virgil leaned back against Logan’s shoulder, but continued to glare at Emile. Emile frowned a bit at Virgil’s response but didn’t say anything.

“That won’t be necessary, Emile. You’re only here for our friend Roman tonight,” Logan said. Emile hummed, glancing over all of them before nodding.

“Alright.”  He started reaching for Roman’s glass.

“May I?” he asked Roman with a smile.  Roman nodded, afraid to speak. Afraid to open his mouth, or let his lips part because once they did all he wanted to do was grab this man and- Emile took a sip of Roman’s juice, letting his eyes flutter closer. Licking his lips when he’d finished.

“It’s okay if you’re feeling shy, hunny.” Emile slid a little closer. He smiled again and let out a little giggle.

“I don’t mind some bite.” He tilted his head, exposing the long line of his neck. “That’s why I’m here.” Roman trembled with the effort not to pull him in his lap and sink his teeth into that luscious skin. 

“Shhh” Emile looked at him coyly as he trailed his fingers down Roman’s chest, whispering, “You’re okay to take what you need. Please…I want you to.”

Roman growled and pulled Emile toward him, piercing his soft, warm skin with his teeth. He drank, losing all awareness of anything that wasn’t the taste of Emile.

The passage of time felt murky as he sat with his head leaning back on the upper edge of the booth. Emile was on his knees next to him, waving a hand in front of his face. 

“Are you alright, hun?” He wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, offering his thumb to lick it clean. When Roman still doesn’t respond to that, Emile bites his lip, watching the dazed expression on his face. He turned to Logan, who was observing their every movement. Emile looked closer at Roman, “Oh, I really am your first human, hm?... well I’m happy to offer again when you’re up for it.”

“Pretty sure he’s done now,” Virgil said in a low voice to Emile. 

Emile frowned. “Oh, okay. Of course I wouldn’t want to push. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be part of any drama.”

Logan shook his head.  “Don’t worry, Emile. You’re fine. It is what you think.”

Emile relaxed at that. “Okay, good. Well, you know I’m always eager to assist.”  Emile pecked Logan’s cheek and then Roman’s. He swung one leg over Roman’s lap, climbing over him. He pressed his body into his chest. He slowly sliding over him to get out of the booth. The unbitten side of his neck happening to pass towards Roman’s open mouth as he did so. He blew a kiss to all three of them. 

“Well, this was fun as always.” He gently patted Roman’s slack cheek. “Take care, hun.”

Virgil watched him slip away for a moment before turning his gaze back to Roman. Logan had drawn Roman near, closing the distance between them again. He pulled Roman against his side, letting him rest his head against his shoulder. Logan then brought his hand into Roman’s curls to gently massage his scalp. Virgil leaned against Logan, watching. He whispered to Logan, “Is he…alright?”

Logan hummed and nodded, “Roman will be fine. He just needs a few minutes.” Looking unconvinced, Virgil sipped at his drink, keeping watch over the two of them.

Before the song ended, Roman’s eyes grew more focused and he sat up. 

“Welcome back,” Logan murmured, “How do you feel?” Roman took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was still very aware of every human in the room. Especially Virgil, and now Emile having tasted his blood so recently. But it was more of a gentle buzzing that he could push off, less the screaming alarm demanding his attention.

“Better. I can think again.” 

Logan sighed and nodded. “Apologies, I thought I had the situation handled. Emile is quite experienced. Typically he has no problem pulling away if he senses something is wrong, although-“   Roman frowned before turning his head to glance at Logan. He grabbed Logan’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay. Not your fault. This was new for all of us.” 

“Has Emile been a vampire’s first human before?” Virgil asked. Logan and Roman both looked to him at that question. 

“I would presume so,” Logan said. Virgil hummed with a frown but didn’t say anything else. 

“Well either way, even if that wasn’t  the case, everyone is still alright,” Roman said. Logan sighed and nodded.

“I suppose you have a point there.” Virgil didn’t seem convinced.

Roman raised an eyebrow and playfully smirked. “You suppose?”

Logan rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Alright, yes I concede.”

Roman raised a fist in the air. “Yeah!”

Virgil snorted, Roman’s silliness apparently helping his mood. Logan played exasperation, but the smile showed his own amusement as well.  Roman smirked and winked at Virgil. Causing Virgil to sputter and blush. Roman looked pleased with himself at the reaction. He looked around the club.

“So…what now?”

“Hm,” Logan considered. “Lets have Vee decide.” He gently lifted Virgil’s chin, “What would you like to do?” 

Virgil looked around the dance floor, and then shyly back up at Logan. “Can we dance?” Logan lifted Virgil’s hand to his mouth, kissing it twice. “What a wonderful way to end the evening.”

Roman slid out and stood up while the other two got out the other side. But then he paused. Was that for all three of them?  But then Virgil turned to him. 

“Aren’t you joining us?” Virgil asked with a half smirk. He stepped towards Roman and grabbed his hand. 

“I…I wasn’t sure…” Roman stammered. Virgil snorted. 

“Don’t be too much like me, Princey. Just come on.”

Virgil met his eyes. Roman nodded, deciding he wanted to go with the fluttering in his chest, a smile spreading on his face. -

A few hours later, the three waved goodnight to Patton. Roman sighed in content after enjoying himself like that. He nearly forgot about the incident that followed that day. Before they had entered the club. As it came back to him, Roman frowned though. 

“Hey, Logan…Remus probably isn’t in that same spot anymore, is he?” Roman asked. Logan turned to him. 

“…I would imagine not, no.”  Roman would forever hate how poor the timing had been on their encounter earlier. 

“We can always still look for him when we get to that spot again though,” Logan said. Roman looked back at him. He was pretty sure Logan didn’t actually think that would be fruitful. But he appreciated the sentiment anyways.

“Okay,” Roman said quietly. 

“…that was your brother, wasn’t it?” Virgil asked. Roman nodded. He didn’t even feel like sassing how that wasn’t obvious.

They were only a few feet from the bar’s exit though when a tall man suddenly blocked the sidewalk. He wore a black overcoat and military surplus pants covered in tactical gear. He also had a scar that cut across the entire left side of his face. His nearly gold eyes bored into them. Roman felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Logan stepped between them. 

Virgil gasped, then whispered in Roman’s ear. “A hunter.” 

Roman stepped forward to be next to Logan, shoulder-to-shoulder, shielding Virgil.

“I thought the hunters around here were your friends,” he murmured to Logan.

“What? Where would you ever get such an idea like that?” The hunter asked in faux surprise, voice dripping with obvious sarcasm. Then he dropped the act and smirked.

“Hmm, there are a few Judas types in the hunter community,” He said. He got out a stake and acted like he was cleaning his nails with it…like he didn’t obviously have yellow gloves in the way. 

“Personally, I’m with those who wouldn’t take the word of a bloodsucker.”

Virgil snarled at him. “Shouldn’t you keep your little pet on a leash, L?”

“Don’t call him that,” Logan’s voice came out in a growl.

The hunter spun his stake and pointed it at them. Roman reacted immediately. He grabbed the Hunter’s wrist and twisted, making him drop the stake. Then he pushed him against the rough brick wall. He kicked at the Hunter’s knee and they folded. He fell to the ground for a moment before leaping back up with a roar. He grabbed Roman’s throat and slammed him into the bricks.

Slightly dazed with liquid dripping from his scalp, Roman pushed off the wall. Then he stomped on the hunter’s foot. He punched and kicked until the hunter was on the ground, motionless. Logan picked up Virgil, carrying him over his shoulder as though he was weightless. Then he grabbed Roman’s hand and they ran.  -

Remus should have known something was up. Egos said he had something to take care of tonight/ Remus didn’t want to start the werewolf transformation without him so he waited . It may not be a good idea to go after someone while he was still like this, but Remus didn’t always make the best decisions. He went back the path Egos had taken him through when he brought him to the house that the pack members stayed in. Then he made his way back towards the club, following a gut feeling. Egos was acting strange to Remus when he asked about what he had to take care of.  

Could this be his paranoia? Maybe. But he guessed it made sense with what happened with his brother earlier. When he got within a few blocks of the club, he was glad he had followed his gut. Egos laid on the ground, unconscious. He did not look good.

“No!” Remus ran towards him and knelt by his new friend. He resisted the urge to try and shake them awake. What had happened? Was it a vampire attack?...did he go after vampires unprovoked? Remus didn’t want to doubt Egos, but trust didn’t come easy to him. He could figure that out later. Okay, try to look over where injuries might be. He inspected Egos.

Definitely head for him to be unconscious, surely. With how much coverage Egos wore, it would be hard to tell. Well, he still needed help. Hospital? Remus hated hospitals. He wasn’t sure how they could help a werewolf anyways. So, get help from the pack then. He felt over Janus, trying to find where a phone could be. (and trying to ignore how his thoughts wanted to turn the motions sexual). After finding the phone and pulling it out, he discovered it was of course locked. Remus groaned. He should have gotten other contact information before leaving the pack house. 

“Guess I’m carrying you,” Remus said. He would somehow have to find a way to do so…and without looking suspicious. 

Remus carefully put his arms under Egos to lift him up in a princess carry.

Remus may not know what caused this altercation. But the truth was this man had still offered Remus a chance at a second life. A way to no longer deal with the voices that constantly ruined his life. He wanted to help the person who gave Remus this chance. He could deal with any complicated stuff later.  

He really hoped this would turn out alright though. 

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i always forget to post fic updates here but i posted a new chapter a couple of hours ago.

as always fuck jkr for holocaust denial, antisemitism, racism, transphobia and the rest of her sins. she’s an awful person.

that said this is still a harry potter fic

summary:

“So let me get this straight,” Theo said, “you, after a deep bought of introspection, have decided you’re going to entirely rearrange our society to your liking single-handed and you’re starting right now.”

“Well,” came Sipho’s reply “I’m not doing it single-handed, I have you guys to help me but yes, that is essentially it.”

Sometimes when a white man has the audacity it backfires on him.

Aka

That time Tom Riddle accidentally had a deity for a child and it changed everything.

welcome to second year guys, on todays agenda we have:

dealing with idiots

a bit of social hierarchy and power plays

and the foundations of community

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

F/F F/M Gen M/M Multi

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships:

Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s) Blaise Zabini/Original Female Character(s) Theodore Nott/Original Female Character(s) Tracey Davis/Original Female Character(s) Daphne Greengrass/Original Female Character(s) Pansy Parkinson/Original Female Character(s) Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather & Original Female Character(s) Cassiopeia Black & Original Female Character(s) Narcissa Black Malfoy/Blaise Zabini's Mother Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Characters:

Original Female Character(s) of Color Original Female Character(s) Tracey Davis (Harry Potter) Blaise Zabini Draco Malfoy Daphne Greengrass Theodore Nott Pansy Parkinson Dean Thomas Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather Cassiopeia Black Narcissa Black Malfoy Lucius Malfoy Tom Riddle | Voldemort Tracey Davis's Mother Nagini (Harry Potter)

Additional Tags:

Happy Murder Family Violence Blood and Gore Period Typical Attitudes Period Typical Bigotry Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con Dark Amorality Casual Violence Murder Sacrifice Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Fluff and Angst Eventual Smut Eventual Romance Polyamory Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence i am taking so many artistic liberties no beta we die like men Pureblood Society (Harry Potter) Politics Religion i promise this is much happier than it seems from the tags Teenage Rebellion Underage Smoking Underage Drinking Underage Drug Use Blood Adoption (Harry Potter) world building The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black they’re giving targaryen from different angles Main Character is black Bisexuality Asexuality Lesbian Milfs Tags May Change music references like more than i had planned notting hill carnival there is culture here both real world and magical this will include the babygirlification of draco malfoy he’s still kinda horrible though i can fix him no they will make each other worse

please check it out if it seems like it would be up your alley. :))))

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RAB FICS I READ May

L'Astre Noir by Calypte black bros being bros (6 years age difference)

unremarkable days. by sadgorl focus wolfstar, regulus is in sirius' custody

This Is Why I Hate Mondays by AtomicMint crack spoofs

What We Do For The Cause by piximera for greenmegsnoham regulus seduces voldy to learn his secrets. it sucks (the plan, not the fic)

Take my love as the antidote, use me to treat your pain by fairies_withspirits sirius and regulus having comfort sex

Little Star (How Could I Love You If I Stayed?) by fairies_withspirits black bros cest

Two Knights Defence by Keysie  idk man dorcas regulus and remus are all werewolves under Queenie's plotty plots

We are Malfoys and we are Blacks: Pre-Hogwarts by Kiramiel regulus reborn as draco's twin

A Boy and his Cat by aCanadianMuggle regulus spends time with sirius secretly

Draco Malfoy and The Portrait at the End of the Hall little draco finds Regulus' portrait in the Manor. it changes things

been waiting a lifetime (to be with you) by justprompts harry and draco time travel

Three's Family by darkbluedark draco and harry time travel to Wiz war 1

Moonlight Shenanigans by puddinghater26 regulus went with snape and got werewolfed

El Reyezuelo de El Dorado by AmethystHeart2421 for greenmegsnoham regulus is wanting to fuck a werewolf, specifically his brother's boyfriend. it um kinda backfires???? idk its been a while since i read it

hair dye by justice_for_rab wrong number au jegulus

you'd ruin me with a smile by Valeriesgirl wrong number au jegulus

no ones gonna love you by allforthegayz wrong number au jegulus

The Cadence of Part-time Poets by motswolo wolfstar focus band au regulus is there

black, mirror shards by puddinghater26 sirius leaves Regulus the mirror when he runs away flash forward to the cave you get the gist very angsty very powerful very beautiful

Tale As Old As Time by xojosten Regulus and James get yot forward in time to golden trio's 8th year

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted  !!!!!!!!!!! good shit. not joining voldemort not joining dumbledore but a secret third thing (creating a side of your own)

A Little Bird Told Me by MidnightStargazer regulus doesnt go to the cave and claims imperius. it's a bummer when voldy comes bakk in 95

The Sounds of Us by Sniper_Jade regulus/remus, regulus' music sooths remus' werewolf pains, v cute premise

Wolfsbane of My Existence by AmethystHeart2421 ravenclaw remus, remus/regulus

**Bonus Scene** - Shower Wank by AmethystHeart2421 wolfsbane of my existence regulus wanks in the shower

Sky Full of Stars by TowardTheStars focus is sirius and child sexual abuse in hollywood, mind the tags it gets really fucked up around chapter 18ish. severus/sirius, regulus is freinds with severus and lily

Umbrella Drinks by Patriceavril for nanneramma the suit life of peter and regulus (yes i made it a zac and cody reference lol)

Crimson Rivers by bizarrestars for moonymoment  i didn't read it because i knew it'd make me sad but ppl are going bonkers over it. hunger games au

The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black by gokioh draco finds regulus' journal. it helps him make better decisions re: voldy

Waters Run Deep by knight_bus_of_doom crying creaming throwing up. can be rad alone but you really should read the first part of the series to get the maximum emotions out of it

The Only Faith We Have (is faith in us) by orphan_account jegulily modern muggle detectives au

The Life and Death of Regina Black by Sniper_Jade trans regulus said fuck it we ball

New Year's Eve, 1981 by MidnightStargazer this was really good. reading the series The Ancient and Ever-Changing House of Black is adviced

the hold you have on me by mcplestreet for swoons james smells regulus in his amoretia and gets really stalkery about it

grow as we go by quynhorlose sirius and his hair centric

Domestic Fluff (literally) by Zoya1416 they go fabric shopping!

Reborn from the Ashes by MidnightStargazer regulus teaches ancient runes and hunts horcruxes and also sirius escapes azkaban

I was enchanted to meet you by coincidences vernon dies and petunia starts dancing the new mysterious bachelor from number 6 (regulus) very neat i loved it

daisy chain lovers by Beyond_the_Grace petunia/regulus this is such a tiny ship but omg

[lunapwrites]

Favorite Lines, Snippet Smonday, etc...

Okay, I was tagged in MANY things recently, and I'm going to probably kill many birds with a single post. Thank you to @femme--de--lettres, @spindrifters, @greenvlvetcouch, @bluestringpudding, and @bluesundaycake for the tags over the last week or two (and others who I am probably forgetting but appreciate just as much!)

This whole section absolutely tickles me. Just... Remus being 100% in the zone and only vaguely aware of Problems occurring around him while he's doing nerd boy shit. XD

Downstairs, the front door slammed open. (“FILTH! BEAST! MUGGLE-LOVING WHORE—” “INCENDIO — oh, bugger all!”) “Can you check that?” Remus muttered, prodding a bind rune to shift it ever so slightly to the left.  Seven degrees, maybe? No, too much —  five should suffice. Sirius huffed, his footsteps carrying him out of the drawing room and into the hall. “Hullo Annie, nice to see you Annie, thank you for setting fire to the drapery again Annie—” “Not now — is Nymphadora here?” Sod it. Quicker to just rebuild the whole bloody thing from the ground up at this point. And if he took it piece by piece, it shouldn’t come crashing down on him — that was the tricky bit. One wrong move and he could wind up blowing them all to kingdom come. Or he could wind up giving someone a duckbill or something. Magic was funny like that. “No? We haven’t seen her since she left for work. I thought she was having dinner with you tonight.” But he could use Orion and Sirius’ work as a foundation and just… make something that made a little more sense based on that. Wards for detection, protection, alarms, maybe even slipping in an apotropaic talisman because, quite frankly, Remus was at his wit's end, so he might as well get creative with it. “She was supposed to, yes, but she never came home.” If he worked from the outside in and just… replaced wards as he went, that would be the most sensible approach. But then he’d probably need to go back and adjust them again after he’d replaced the central bind rune, and he really didn’t want to keep fucking around with it. That was just asking for trouble, it was. “Well, she’s probably just been kept late at the office—” “That was my first thought, but we already asked Kingsley, and he said she left at her usual time. She’s not there.” If he was quick and careful about it — and he typically was — he could hot-swap a new core in and then build the rest out before it all backfired. Take a little planning, but he could get there. Probably.

Remus. Remus, no.

Anyway, this is extremely rough draft but I do like how it's turning out as of right now.

I'd tag someone else but honestly idk what I'm even tagging for at this point hahaha.

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hi hi soooo i’ve been meaning to send an ask about the most recent chapter of on another ocean because i went insane!!!! like all your characterisations are so so good and i think we glossed over the whole peter in love with sirius thing?? i would like to go back to that and actually maybe read something from peter’s pov i am like. so obsessed with this idea your MIND!! and this icon berlin peter it’s just!!! i need 2 read him and fabian getting together too im sooo here for peter to have his moment being pined over actually. and literally i KNOW r/s finally fuck in this chapter but i am so captivated by all the other moving parts and relationship dynamics!! but rest assured i was yelling when sirius made remus jealous on purpose i love that trope so much!!!! all that tension finally resolved only for it to come crashing down with the friends who fuck speech <3 can’t wait for that to backfire so bad <3 anyway just love your fic so much can’t wait for the next update :-))

omg hiiii!! welcome!!! would you like a seat? here have some tea!! <333

peter oh peterrrrrrr i am so fascinated by this guy! and by his dynamic with the rest of the guys! i really empathise with him, i think. high school friendship groups can be amazing, but they can still be soo incredibly stifling. even if they’re great and even if you all still get along, it can be hard to move on and to not get stuck in your ways. and that’s just something i especially see in peter, particularly as he’s kind of always defined as the “extra” or like the fourth guy always trailing around after the others. like he's always defined in relation to other people, rather than who he is as his own person. and like. i just think that would be so incredibly hard on him identity-wise. like how do you form your own identity that isn’t dependent on other people? especially when you know that's how everyone sees you. i imagine that's how you'd also start to see yourself. and like even if the other guys aren’t actively mean to him (in the way that it's implied they were in canon), i still think that would be really difficult to navigate. so i said!! what about an edgy icon peter! in berlin!!! buzzcut and an eyebrow piercing!

i find peter/sirius such an intriguing dynamic because there's this feeling that sirius just isn't ever even an option for peter. like it's totally off the cards for him (which honestly makes me really want to write a peter/sirius fic. i've genuinely been thinking about it!!!) like we kind of also get that with r/s in the sense that remus is this chewed up pencil of a man who somehow bags this guy who is.... basically a prince (although OFC they have a whole lot of other stuff going on too!). but with peter it's kinda taken to the next level. and i think nobody thinks that more than peter yknow? like i think he knows it's absolutely hopeless, but even so in oao i think a teeny tiny part of him still hoped. especially since he's moved to berlin and has found his own identity. i think he would have been soooooo excited to see sirius, and, most importantly, for sirius to see him! and for sirius to see that he's maybe worth knowing. maybe even romantically! but unfortunately ...... 99% of sirius's brain capacity has been taken up by a certain knobbly kneed chewed up pencil man! bad timing :-\\

also YES peter deserves to be pined after !!!!! fabian was always kind of meant to be a double of sirius (tho he is 100% still his own person too) and then the further i got into it the more i was like… what if the situation between peter and fabian was also kind of a double of r/s!! what if!!! but with differences!!! and then peter’s unrequited love for sirius entered the chat and it became this bonkers love square situation! but yes i have soooo many thoughts and feelings about fabian/peter and am definitely planning on doing a lil extra peter pov oneshot of them after r/s leave!!! i just keep imagining the fallout now that it's just the two of them again in their little flat together (well. ft mary! but she basically lives at her gf's). so much has happened! and now there's all this sudden space again that's not taken up by those other silly boys and their drama!

anywho i am very sad to be leaving them behind in the next chap :-( although they will return :-) BUT !! i am also excited because DORLENE!!!! who will also have their own plot line n everything !! woohoo!

also..... ahhhhh! thank you again!!!! i am just so/ happy and flattered to have you here!! have said it before but... i love your work! both yours and wolfpants' fics were largely responsible in inspiring me to start writing again! hehe <3