#barty is a sap

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Shatter

@rosekillermicrofic April 27, word count 533

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Yeah, okay,” Barty gasped, his brain turned to mush after the kisses Evan had just given him. They were going on a date. A real date. He felt terrible that Evan would have to pay even though Barty had been the one to ask, but hopefully, if everything went to plan, he’d soon have a job and be able to treat Evan. Remus’s old job was vacant. How hard could it be to load a few loads of washing?

He looked down, and Evan was running his fingers over the face of his mum's watch. He could cry over how ridiculously sweet that gift had been. He hadn’t even thought about a jeweller. Believing that his mum's watch was ruined forever. He could still hear the sound of the glass as his fall caused it to shatter. He’d be more careful the next time he and Sirius tussled. 

“Barty?” Evan broke the silence. 

“Yeah?” 

“I need to go. Sorry. I have to go do an inspection of a property for a client,” Evan apologised. 

“Oh,” Barty felt crushed. He hadn’t expected Evan to need to leave so soon.

“You can come if you like,” Evan offered. “As long as you don’t touch anything,” he warned.

“Me, touch anything? Perish the thought,” Barty gave him a wicked grin. 

“I already regret my offer,” Evan groaned, but helped Barty off the bed nevertheless.

“No take backs,” Barty singsonged, pulling Evan towards the door. 

“Please, Barty, I’m begging you, don’t break anything in there. My client will kill me,” Evan begged. 

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” Barty answered, using his finger to trace a cross across his t-shirt. Evan groaned again, but didn’t say anything else. 

“We’re going out!” Barty shouted into the living room as he stuffed his feet into his boots, leaving the laces. He still hurt and couldn’t bend that far. 

“Wait!” Sirius cried, jumping up from the sofa where he’d been nestled against Remus’s chest. “You need a key,” he brushed past Barty and opened a drawer in the console table by the door and handed him a key with a little green snake on the keyring. Barty’s breath stuttered. Regulus’s keyring. That was Regulus’s keyring! 

“H-how, how did you get this?” He stuttered out as he stared in disbelief. Sirius shrugged. 

“I found Reggie's keys in my father's desk drawer and took them. I thought you’d like to have it,” Sirius smiled at him knowingly, his eyes full of kindness, but tinged with sorrow. Barty flung his arms around him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into Sirius’s ear. 

They let each other go, and Sirius opened the front door for them. 

“Don’t have him out too late,” Sirius snickered as they passed him. 

“Yes, Mr Barty’s Dad,” Evan saluted lazily as he took Barty’s hand and led him to his car. 

“Bye, Son!” Sirius yelled after him, waving like a loon, fully invested the second Evan had finished speaking. Barty groaned. Sirius was going to be insufferable, and he bet he brought Remus into it as well. 

He was glad when Evan pulled away from the kerb and sped away, but secretly, he was grinning just like Sirius on the inside. 

Next part

[bri-cheeses]

wait why have i never heard anything about Barty being a spray painter. Because he totally would. Like i can see so clearly him picking out a random place and then lugging an armful of spray paint with him to that place, and painting some really cool things, you know? And there’s one spot where there’s a huge graphic of a rose and a dagger, which he made after his and Evan’s one year anniversary :)

[doomedtokill]

Valentines day is more of an excuse for Evan to use more cannibalistic metaphors towards Barty

[my-castles-crumbling]

marry - January 22 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 146

“Oh, fuck,” James whispered, his mouth popping open in amazement, as he saw Regulus approach. “Oh my God.”

Regulus, who was wearing a simple black suit, sent James a smirk before turning to Barty and helping him with his boutonniere. 

“You’re drooling,” Sirius hissed at him, adjusting the cuffs of his white shirt. “It’s embarrassing, Prongs, really.”

“I don’t care. I really don’t. Fuck, look at him. I want to marry him right now,” James murmured, still staring at the other man, who was still looking away.

“You married him six months ago, and you’ve never let any of us forget it,” Sirius rolled his eyes, swatting him over the head. “It’s Dorcas and Marlene’s wedding today. Let some other people have a turn, you great sap.”

“Right, right.” But he was already wondering about how long one had to wait before having a vow renewal.

[miidnighters]

Barty pulls off his shirt as she kneels down so that she has a clear view of the wound and the way it is, in fact, bleeding. Probably more than he'd tried to downplay, but not so much that would warrant this sort of reaction from anyone who wasn't his Rosie.

Maybe his lax attitude comes from knowing that he cannot die.

(But then, the Gods Rosie consumes think they cannot die either).

"You'll fix me right up though, won't you моє серце?" He murmurs, brushing a hand over her hair. And then I'll spend the rest of the afternoon here, lounging with you and сонечко and that'll be all the medicine I need hmm?"

Zahrosa makes a noise that indicates she does not agree with his assessment of the situation, coming to kneel on the stone floor just next to the chair and examine the wound.

She knows, logically speaking, that it's not a terrible injury. She is also fully aware of her healing prowess, magical and otherwise, and—

It is simply not allowed.

People are not permitted to lay an unwanted finger on her Bartholomew.

Her cold hand presses against his skin, very gentle in comparison. "You are bleeding more than enough."

[alxssarosex]

The marauders and co favorite colors because I have strong opinions

James: maroon

Sirius: midnight blue

Remus: light brown but a specific shade of light brown but he likes to wear grey

Peter: yellow like a orangy yellow but not mustard yellow

Lily: Jade green

Mary: pink like barbie pink

Marlene: blood red

Regulus: contrary to popular belief light grey he also likes emerald

Barty: green blue like the color of Evans eyes because he's a sap in denial

Evan: light blue and rose red

Pandora: lavender!! and I'm really passionate about her loving purple

Dorcas: aquamarine but dark aquamarine and deep purple like royal purple.

[snarky-magpie]

(Only three scenes to write :) ) James: I can’t really speak for Regulus. He’d murder me.

Barty: He really would. It’s nice that you get him. Hey, doesn’t it scare you? 

James: Please. We’re both aware it’s an act.

Barty: A pretty convincing one, though.

James: Do you want my opinion? Bring the idea of you moving in with Evan to Reg. See what he thinks. I doubt he’d stop his friends from being happy.

Barty: Yeah, he’s a real sap once you get over the sarcasm and death threats.

James: Exactly. 

James: Shit, don’t tell him I said that.

Barty: So he does scare you a little. Good to know you have some functioning brain cells in that pretty head of yours, Potter.

Barty: Also, if you hurt him, Regulus won’t be who you’ll have to fear. 

James: Why do our conversations always end up with you threatening me? 

Barty: You bring out that side of me.

[accio-sriracha]

Another episode of: WTF HAPPENED HERE?

Featuring: Edits on a bunch of my fics that I don't remember making!! (In no particular order)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

"THEY GET TOGETHER KFJBFKUBFKUBFKBUFB"

"It's a toothrotting ending, absolutely not a drop of angst in sight"

"THEYRE SO GAY. *ehem* sorry... THEYRE SO SO SO SO GAY."

"Regulus refuses to stop fucking sulking."

"QUIDDITCH INCIDENT AND JAMES AND REGULUS EXPRESS MUTUAL FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER O H M Y G O D"

"Barty and Evan come in right behind them (WITH RINGS BECAUSE THEYRE ENGAGED NOW BITCH)."

"MAYBE REWRITE LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IT SUCKS"

"Evan and Barty are dating??? Not quite but they are definitley fucking each other."

"platonic moonwater MAX BONDING time"

"wolfstar meeting for the first time (REALLY CUTE AND KINDA AWKWARD CAUSE THEY'RE IDIOTS)"

"Regulus shows James his room. This, of course, ends with them shagging."

"-and Peter just has severe fucking depression,"

"Remus and Sirius being really fucking awkward around each other and not knowing what to do about it cause theyre useless gays"

"its fuCKING SIRIUS *explodes*"

"(It's baby Neville's birthday, hes turning one and hes the baddest bitch at the party)."

"Cue the FUCKING AIRHORNS"

"THIS IS THE MOMENT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FORRRRRR REGULUS FINALLY FIGURES OUT THAT HE'S IN L O V E WITH JAMESSSSSSS"

"Regulus thrives mentally, for once,"

"The stupid gays get together <3333"

"TRAUMATIZED HARRY POTTER. TRAUMATIZE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM."

"Regulus answers the door. Panic ensues."

"*TENSION*"

"regulus is absolutley freaking the fuck out, as one would naturally do in this situation-"

"This chapter was long hply shit"

"Rewrite all of this, wtf happened here"

"Sirius and Regulus hanging out and omg brother bonding im such a sap"

"The plotline is just so complicated im so sorry future me"

"Evan makes the arguement that Potter is definitley a RAGING bisexual. *nods of agreement from Barty, the gay icon*"

"Fear washes over regulus (Trans things)"

"WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR WOLFSTAR"

"*presses their faces together* NOW KISS"

[theicarusconstellation]

@jegulus-microfic prompt: takeout // words: 919 // mild nsfw // vampire regulus black x human james potter

He comes to the restaurant every evening.

Regulus is almost getting tired of watching from the alleyway as the man with such beautiful, beautiful blood walks into the building and comes back out with a takeout bag of Italian food in his hands. He usually stakes out by Barty’s restaurant to feed, but never before has he come across someone like the man that caught Regulus’ eye just by walking through the door.

The first day he was here, he cut his finger. Regulus doesn’t know how or why; all he knows is that the moment the man stepped outside again, the sweet smell of his blood was so strong that it almost knocked him out. There were too many people around though. He couldn’t afford to risk a taste. Now, however, it’s later than the man’s usual arrival time, so the streets are nearly empty.

He’s a pretty man, too pretty, so Regulus plans to leave him alive. Regulus knows drinking this blood will be…an experience, to say the least. Maybe he can even come back for more someday.

And then.

There he is. The man with the golden glasses and warm brown skin and nectar flowing through his veins. He gets out of his car, locks it, — smart man — and begins walking across the street without a care in the world.

Regulus makes quick work of capturing him. He darts out into the road and snatches the man’s arm, ripping him along as he pushes them both back into the alley. He has him pressed against the wall of the office building next to them in seconds, and Regulus can smell the blood beneath his flesh. He wastes no time, his hands trembling as he holds the man in place and —

“Finally decided to make a move, did you?”

Regulus’ jaw drops. His eyes, burning red with hunger, snap up to meet the other man’s. Hazel. The man’s eyes are hazel. Regulus thought they were brown from afar, but no, they’re hazel.

“I saw you watching,” the man murmurs. Strangely, he isn’t afraid. Rather, his hand comes up to press against Regulus’ cheek, his thumb brushing over Regulus’ skin with a tenderness that can only be described as curiosity. “I’ve been waiting for you to do something. Wanting you to. I was starting to think you wouldn’t. I wasn’t even going to come today. Got sick of Italian food.”

“You’re late,” Regulus snarls in response, but it comes out unsteady. No one has ever caught him stalking before. By the time they do, if at all, they’re dead.

“No, I’m James,” the man replies easily. Regulus is gripping him hard now, desperate for his blood. Desperate for him.

“I am going to bite you, James,” Regulus says. He’s already inching his mouth along James’ sickly-sweet neck, trying to find the perfect spot. “And I am going to drink your blood, drop by drop.”

“Good. I want you to. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Regulus’ breath hitches. Want. The word echoes through his mind as his fangs brush against the skin of James’ neck. The man shudders at the touch but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he does the unthinkable and leans into it, tilting his head in such a way that Regulus’ fangs press deeper against him, millimeters away from breaking skin.

“Just don’t turn me. Or kill me. And promise you’ll do it again,” James whispers. Regulus nearly scoffs; he’s not in the habit of bargaining with his food. But this…James is strange. Different. James isn’t just want. James is need.

In one swift motion, Regulus sinks his teeth deep into James’ neck, biting down hard and groaning as those first drops of blood touch his lips. James is right along with him, releasing something less like a cry of pain and more like a moan. His fingers slip into Regulus’ curls, and it almost feels like he’s holding him in place.

Regulus sucks up James’ blood with fervor. It overflows down his chin onto both their clothes, with excess blood dribbling down James’ neck. It tastes like miracles, like he’s drinking sap from the sun. Not only does his blood taste magical, but every inch of his skin does too. Regulus wants to consume it all, until the burning desire inside him is quenched and all this golden taste is his.

“Easy,” James urges, his voice straining. Oddly enough, Regulus finds himself listening. He lifts his head, and blood trickles down his lips. The puncture wounds in James’ neck are deep, but they’ll heal quickly. Nothing too worrisome.

Regulus’ eyes flick to James’ right collarbone, visible around the unbuttoned top fabric of his shirt. Blood has pooled there like a serving of dessert saved just for him. Its heavenly smell coats them both now as they stand, panting, drenched in James’ blood. The man’s hand is still in Regulus’ hair.

Unable to take it anymore, Regulus lunges forward and licks at James’ collarbone with a needy whine. James hisses through his teeth as Regulus begins to lap at the leftover blood on his neck and chest, tiny noises of desperation escaping as he does.

“Oh, fuck,” James mumbles. The vibrations of his voice in his chest make Regulus pause. He meets the other man’s eyes, taken largely aback when he sees that James’ pupils are blown wide, eclipsing the forested hazel of his irises.

They pause for a moment, frozen in time, before James breaks the silence. He removes his hand from Regulus’ hair in a slow drag, trailing the tips of his fingers down Regulus’ jaw as he goes.

“Same time tomorrow,” he says lowly.

He doesn’t give Regulus a chance to reply. Without further ado, James fixes his shirt collar and walks back to his car, and Regulus is left standing in the alleyway with blood on his lips and a newfound blaze in his chest.

Same time tomorrow.

[ghostlymakercat]

Rosekiller fic huh? Alr...

Barty never quite fit in, or rather never felt the need to: it would just lead to disappointment anyway and Barty was sick of that too. They always set their expectations too high and couldn't stand it when he didn't follow them. So what care does he have in fitting in, this way he had only himself to blame.

But he cares. So fucking much, sometimes he was walking in empty streets in shitty weather and wished that there could be someone that would share his headphones, that would talk to him and maybe the streets wouldn't feel so empty and the weather so fucking cold.

But Barty was the clown, the comedic relief that only fit the story sometimes. Just sitting and waiting for someone to remember his existence, and even then they first had to make sure that he had any practical use.

Most of the times he just blasted music and drank himself silly to get away from his buzzing thoughts but today after he got yet another letter from his 'joke of a father ' he just laid down and let his thoughts carry him to made up moments and possibilities, that maybe one day there would be somebody to distract him, make him laugh or maybe just sit with him hold his hand.

Then he just felt stupid.

He was so sure that his life would be just like all the others- he would drop out of college, break any somewhat remaining contact with his family and became the societys outcast! What a fan-fucking-fastic life.

His dream about his own band was long gave up on, the drummset in his room taunting him, making Barty feel the bitter taste every time he accidentally looked in its direction.

He was about to give up, on everything maybe even his life there really wasn't any point of living on was it?

But now sitting in a leather arm chair, with all of his new friends a band and a boyfriend that lay sprawled against his chest resting his head on Barty's shoulder, adoringly leaning in, he couldn't imagine never having this, having them, having him, having that light and warmth...and fuck he knew he sounded like a one big sap but damn. But not to get ahead of ourselves how did it even happen...

It was a day as any other this time of the month, rainy and cold, full of rushing people brushing shoulders and lots of puddles and forgotten umbrellas. Barty was however in no hurry, his research was getting wet aswell as his books but there was no helping that now, his bus was late so he took of, but with the way it was raining he might be forced to take cover.

He turned into a random alleyway and found a little cafe that looked a little like the time there stopped, people were calmly sipping coffee or tea reading books, writing and listening to some music or simply talking, it felt surreal with the way the weather was getting crazy and it felt so calm inside.

Barty didn't like calm, he felt out of place most of the time, and sure with his chipped nail polish, melted eyeliner and messy hairstyles nobody could describe Barty as in any place calm.But he was pretty sure Zeus would strike him good had he attempted to step out. So he turned to take a seat.

Shit most of his papers were fucking dripping and his glasses were so fogged he couldn't see two steps ahead of him and that's when he collided with a fucking giant. He was wearing a pair of Doc Martens and a grandma sweater?!? He had a lot of scars everywhere and was staring right at him oops " you're fucking huge man" damn Barty and his mouth but that guy Remus as he soon found out by the tag on his sweater just lifted his brows in amusement and stepped back leaning on his cane. Ohhhh.

"are you ordering anything?" Wait what was that ?"huh?" Now this was just stupid Remus pointed towards the menu 'you ordering anything?' righttttt.

He smiled sheepishly at the older boy and just as he was about to order a younger boy that looked about his age approached their table, and he was damn, just beautiful, really there was no other way to describe him, black locs and a mean look. Too bad Barty liked 'em mean.

"is there a problem here?" Even the way he talked was so frustratingly ...posh?. Barty just looked as the two of them, they shared a quick look that resulted in annoyed eye roll and the youngers huff, and then he left. What?

Remus was studying him with a curious gaze" black coffee right?, Or a caramel latte with double drizzle?" Sarcastic nice. Barty winked at him with 'whatever your pick', and got a wink back.

He got his black coffee.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Barty: You know, you talk about Potter a lot for someone who claims to hate him.

Regulus, scoffing: Don’t be ridiculous, Barty. Of course I hate Potter. I hate his stupid smile and his ridiculously messy hair and his horribly cocky attitude that, I mean, he kind of has a right to have because he’s so bloody good at everything, the wanker.

Barty:

Regulus: And I despise his idiotically beautiful eyes and his obnoxiously sculpted abs-

Barty:

Regulus: And his jokes that never make me laugh and the way he helps younger students, the sap, and-

Barty:

Regulus: I just hate him. Okay?

Barty: Well. You’ve got me convinced.

[miidnighters]

She is like a life ring for him too - something to focus on as they navigate through all of the grief around them. Never mind that she caused it.

She slows, and Barty falls into step at her side.

"I can do that."

And he can do something else, too. For all that slowing time for her negotiations will sap him of energy, there's plenty of opportunity to absorb time right out of the air.

The wind whips around them, the wailing cries in the distance falling silent faster than one might expect. His act of mercy - ushering them to a faster death.

He and Zahrosa remain untouched.

As does the godling inside.

"After you, sorceress."

A part of her continues to keep a tight hold of him. Perhaps like a leash, waiting for him to stray as they pass the carnage — perhaps like a life ring, using his steadiness to stay afloat.

He always has been a balancing presence. He is also a stake driven deep into rock. An anchor aweighed. While all of her chaos whips around them, he is a point of stillness. If she leaned into him, perhaps she could still this thing inside her too. But she does not want to.

The sorceress slows for him, just a touch. Yes, she ought to tell him a little.

"A cowering godling awaits me," she tells him plainly. "We will... speak." It will not end so civilised as that, surely, but she doesn't offer Barty any more detail than that. "Simply give me time. I would negotiate uninterrupted."

There is plenty of time going ill used here, no?

[siriusstardust]

hello its been a while but i have a hc so hear me out

so when james and regulus got together, james is almost ~adopted~ into his friend group - HEAR ME OUT HERE

(regulus is adopted by the marauders courtesy of sirius but we knew that already)

barty takes the piss outta james for everything. like even the good things; exhibit A:

*reg and james get engaged*

barty: *through tears* HA POTTER IMAGINE BEING ENGAGED

anyway, evan. he encourages barty, but he silently taunts james which is worse but funnier,,,

“potter you idiot” every time he passes james for literally no reason THIS MAKES JAMES QUESTION HIS WHOLE LIFE RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT COS HE DOESNT WANNA MESS UP.

now pandora,,, she FULLY adopts james,,, like the full thing. im talking this;

james being miserable bc hes been bullied by barty and evan all day, pouting and all, pandora is on the sofa, james lies on her lap. she loves to style/mess with his hair and fiddle with his glasses and tell him stories of her day and he LOVES IT.

meanwhile regulus just sits back as rosekiller simultaneously scares the shit out of his boyfriend and then he smiles while hatingthathesnotjealous when james goes to pandora after barty takes the piss about something.

and he just loves it

because he was so worried that the others wouldnt take james in like that cos lions vs snakes and all that.

but they did?

and at the end of the day when james sneaks into regulus’ dorm, theyre having a moment,,,, and regulus is smiling because

holyfuckinghelljamespotterissobeautiful

and james is yapping all about his day

and then regulus says he loves him

so james stops. backtracks, stares at him and then kisses him. BECAUSE FUCK???????

and james says he loves him too and then barty and evan, who were listening in while eating chocolate from honeydukes, open reg’s curtains and barty JUMPS BETWEEN THEM AND IS LIKE “AWWW I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO”

and evan rolls his eyes but calls james a sap even though regulus said it first. but james doesnt even care bc regulus just said he loves him and hes so in love because

holyfuckingshitregulusblackissosoprettyandamazingandperfect

and then when he tells sirius the story the next day (because they DO tell each other everything), sirius just laughs and then cries ? and james is so concerned. and sirius just wants him to know

that if he wants anyone to be with regulus, its james, because no one deserves to be happy like they do.

and then james starts crying bc sirius is crying and then theyre both just laughing at each other like lunatics but they just <333333 and two halves of one idiot has never been so perfect.

anyways thanks lads bye ✌️

[maxwell-pls]

Anonymous fic: Maxwell develops telepathy

Did you say something? (Maxwell Beaumont)

Summary: After a regular night out with his friends (and having a little too much to drink), Maxwell Beaumont awakes the following morning to the discovery he has developed telepathic powers!

Word count: 2746

Author’s note: Thank you, anon, for giving me this silly yet intriguing fic idea! I had fun writing this and I hope you have a fun time reading it. :) This is an AU which takes place sometime after MC (Farrah) tells Liam she has fallen for Maxwell and wishes to be with him instead. Also, this is kind of long bc it is only going to be ONE part! If anyone else has a fic suggestion shoot me an ask!

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I’m tired of having to carry this house on my back. “Maxwell, get up.”

Maxwell stirred slightly, head pounding, not wanting to move. You’ve got to be kidding me, why is he so difficult. He felt someone shake him which caused him to finally open his eyes to see his brother, Bertrand, standing over him. Shielding his eyes from the morning light, Maxwell noticed his brother’s angry face.

“Whose being difficult, Bartie?” Maxwell asked, reaching a hand over to search his nightstand for medication, anything to relieve him of his pain. Bertrand shook his head at his younger brother.

“Pardon me?”

Maxwell finally found a pill bottle and checked the label, headache relief, perfect. “You said something about someone always being difficult?” He swallowed two pills. Bertrand looked slightly taken aback.

“I..said no such thing.” Maxwell noticed his brother look around, seeming slightly more tense than usual. “Now get up, and do not think I am afraid to pull you out of that bed myself.” And with that, Bertrand turned a heel and started to head out the door. I wish he would grow up.

“I can still hear you, you know!” Maxwell called after his brother who either must not have heard him, or, to no surprise, chose not to respond.

After pulling himself out of bed, into the shower, and then into a clean set of his usual clothes, Maxwell continued on with his day. His headache seemed to have subsided for the most part, all that was left was a slight, dull ache. On his way to find his friends, he started to notice the house workers talking aloud more than usual.

I hope my husband likes this shirt I bought him.

My parents seem to be fighting more than usual, are they going to get a divorce?

Here comes Maxwell. Look at him in those jeans, they really show off his tight as—

Maxwell spun around quickly to face a short female scullery maid who looked up with a crooked smile. If she is standing alone, who was she talking to? “That’s...not a very appropriate thing to say in a workplace.” He said quietly. The woman’s expression turned to one more confused.

“I didn’t say anything, Mr. Beaumont..?” Maxwell let out a sigh.

“It’s okay you don’t have to lie, these jeans do look good on me. Just maybe next time keep your thoughts to yourself...” Once again the woman’s expression changed, this time to pure shock. Maxwell didn’t wait for a response before turning back around and hurrying to his destination. He came into the dining room where his friends sat, immersed in conversation. Drake looked up and noticed as he walked in.

“Oh look, he finally wakes.” His tone was neutral just as his expression was, just how it always is. Maxwell didn’t notice as he smiled largely. “You guys will never believe what I just heard this chick say about me!” He quickly sat down at the head of the table and began to recount what he heard the man say.

I can’t tell if he’s making this up or not. Maxwell quickly looked to Liam. “I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to!”

Liam let out a small chuckle. “Wow Maxwell, it’s almost as though you read my mind.” Maxwell brushed this comment off as he noticed Farrah smiling at him.

He’s just so cute when he tells these bizarre stories. The way his smile lights up any room he walks into…Maxwell grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I love the way your smile looks too.” He kissed her on the cheek, not noticing her slightly widened eyes.

As the group spent the morning chatting and eating breakfast, Maxwell began noticing more and more everyone claiming they aren’t saying things he clearly heard them say. Olivia denied ever saying Drake’s hair looks like a mop, Hana denied saying Liam smiles too much, and Farrah denied saying Penelope talks about her dogs too much. He was confused why his friends would say such things and then lie about it, except it was especially weird because everyone else also said they never heard then saying it. Why is it he is hearing things people aren’t even saying? It’s almost as if…

W A I T. Maxwell’s aching mind started connecting the dots. ‘It’s almost as though you read my mind.’ Liam’s words rang in the back of his mind. What if he did read Liam’s mind? “Oh. My. God.” Maxwell shot straight up out of his chair, it falling onto the floor due to the momentum. Everyone’s conversations abruptly stopped as they stared at him, stunned.

What is this idiot on about now. Olivia’s words rang through his head but he noticed no one looked at her, no one acknowledged she even said anything. Holy crap! I can read minds! Maxwell’s own thoughts shielded him from hearing his friends’. He yearned to yell his new found powers from the rooftops.

But he didn’t.

He looked onward to his friends and realized no one was going to believe him. They would all think he was joking and just ‘being Maxwell’. Well all of them except maybe—

“Maxwell, are you okay…” His eyes landed on Farrah who was also standing up now, her hand gently touched his arm. What is going on with him? He grabbed her hand with his own and pulled her toward the door.

“I HAVE TO TALK TO FARRAH ALONE, NO ONE FOLLOW US! IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT AND TOP SECRET!” Ew, why do you have to announce it... He heard someone’s thoughts as they exited the room. His hand pulled her along as they rushed up the stairs to his quarters. He nudged her inside then looked down both ways of the hall before closing the door and turning the locks. He turned around, out of breath. “Farrah, you’ll never guess—”

She was hastily taking her clothes off, a seductive smile spread across her face. “Farrah, no!” He rushed forward and started pulling her clothes back on. Wait what? She looked up at him, stunned and confused. “That’s not why I brought you in here! As much as I love having sex with you, there is a wildly more important topic to discuss right now!”

Farrah crossed her arms angrily over her now covered chest. “Well, what is it then?” She tapped her foot. I can’t believe he just said no to having sex, he has never said no to having sex.

“I have to said no to having sex, remember that one time when Sir Wigglesworth was watching! I couldn’t do it in front of his innocent corgi eyes!” Maxwell responded to what he now understood were her thoughts. Farrah let out a quiet gasp and took a step backwards.

“How did you..?” She looked at him, completely stunned.

Maxwell stepped towards her, his hands held slightly in the air. “Farrah, I can read minds!”

For a second she was silent before she let a much louder gasp. “WHAT THE FU—” Her words were stopped by Maxwell’s hand covering her mouth.

“Shhh!” He shushed her and peered towards the door behind him. She licked his hand and he pulled it away. “Ew!”

“Maxwell Percival Beaumont, you cannot read minds!” Farrah let out a huff.

“Yes I can!”

“No you can’t, that’s not possible!”

“I can and I’ll prove it to you.” Farrah’s eyes narrowed at him, his eyebrows raised back at her.

“Fine.” Where did we first meet?

Maxwell smiled at her softly. “New York. You were waiting tables where we went for Liam’s bachelor party.” Farrah mouth fell open. I’m thinking of the number 13,491. “13,491.” Green. “Green.” You’re freaking me out. “I’m freaking you out.” Maxwell’s eyebrows raised once again as she held a hand to her still open mouth.

...

“DUDE.” Farrah’s open mouth turned to a giant smile. “My boyfriend is a superhero!” She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a sloppy kiss.

“I’m a superhero!” Maxwell excitedly said back as their lips separated.

Farrah pulled away from him. “How did this happen? Can you only read minds?” She gasped. “Can you also do the thing Professor X does where he can talk to people in their minds!”

“I don’t know and I don’t know!” Maxwell smiled widely at her nerdy X-Men reference. “Let’s find out!”

They both stared hard into each other’s eyes, Farrah thinking up a question. What’s your favorite thing about me? He concentrated really hard, attempting to send his thoughts to her.

Your boobs.

She playfully hit him on his arm. “Maxwell!” He let out a chuckle as her voice almost cracked.

“I’m kidding, everything!” My favorite part about you is everything. She smiled at him once more.

“You sap.” She blushed as he stroked her cheek slowly.

“Only for you.” His expression quickly changed back to excitement. “Do you want to go freak everyone else out!”

“Is that even a question?!” This time she was the one who grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

Everyone had moved from the dining room to the sitting area, and Bertrand had joined them, they looked up as the couple came into the room. “Hi, guys!” Farrah waved, Maxwell gave his usual silly grin. Why are they both always so giddy. Olivia rolled her eyes.

Hana smiled at the two of them. “Where did you run off to?”

“Oh you know, we were off being our usual giddy selves.” Maxwell draped an arm around Farrah and gave Olivia a wink. She did not seem as satisfied with the interaction.

“How—” Olivia’s words were interrupted by Bertrand.

“Who cares what they were doing, what matters is they are here now. It’s time we can discuss the social gathering we are to host tomorrow evening.” His posture straightened. Please say Maxwell remember’s how important it is…

Maxwell clapped his hands together. “Of course, dear brother! For I always remember how important our bashes are for the Beaumont family!” For the first time ever Bertrand actually looked at a loss for words.

I must ask if my dogs can attend!

“Penelope!” Maxwell turned straight to her. “The Beaumonts, as well as Sir Wigglesworth, would be extremely glad if your dogs could attend!” He gave her a big smile and she nodded slowly back at him.

Did you see the look on her face! Maxwell heard Farrah’s thought and turned to smile at her before sending one back to her. Yes! This is amazing! Farrah quickly returned his smile.

I wish she still smiled at me like that…Maxwell’s eyes snapped to Liam who was staring at Farrah. His eyebrows lowered and he angrily sent a thought out without realizing. Hey, man cut it out! Liam’s mouth fell slightly open.

Great, now my conscience is manifesting as Maxwell as if I don’t already feel guilty about my feelings.

It’s not your conscience it’s me! Maxwell raised a hand and waved at Liam, who looked at him and had an expression of mortification. Yeah that’s right I can hear your thoughts!

But...how?

I don’t know how! But I can! So keep your thoughts to...no one! Because I can hear them even if you keep them to yourself. Maxwell gave him an angry expression, he never usually got jealous, but it was Liam. The actual king. He’s handsome AND kind, who wouldn’t want him?

Maxwell saw Liam seemed more sad, instead of thinking them, he mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’

“It’s alright..” Maxwell said out loud with a sigh.

“What’s alright?” Hana asked him. Maxwell looked up and noticed the group all staring at him. Did I just say that out loud?

“Umm..” Maxwell bit his lip out of embarrassment.

Farrah stepped forward slightly. “You must not have heard me say I was sorry that he couldn’t wear his squid suit tonight, it’s being..washed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Maxwell.” Hana gave him a sad smile. “You can always wear it next time!”

Maxwell nodded then gave Farrah’s hand a squeeze. Thank you.

Of course, I’m always here for you.

The conversations continued on as usual, everyone discussing the events for tonight. Maxwell stayed silent, for the most part, as he instead listened in on the thoughts of everyone around him. They mostly were thinking about what to wear, except Drake who was thinking about whiskey, and Olivia who was wondering if she could bring knives. Both of which Maxwell telepathically told Farrah and she assured the two about their concerns. This furthered the confusion settled in the room, as everyone wondered how Maxwell and Farrah seemed to be reading their minds. Maxwell even heard Sir Wigglesworth thoughts, which could be slightly disturbing for the corgi. They ranged from pets to treats, to...other dogs. He tried his best to block those ones out, he tried his best to block most people’s out. He was coming to realize hearing people’s thoughts isn’t as fun as it sounds.

Eventually night fell and everyone retired to their rooms. As Maxwell was getting ready for bed, his door swung opened and he expected it to be Farrah, but didn’t expect her to be followed by Liam. They both rushed inside and she shut the door after them.

“He knows!” Farrah whispered to Maxwell as she took her place beside him.

Maxwell sighed. “Yeah, I know. I heard his thoughts and accidentally talked to him—”

“Inside my head.” Liam finished Maxwell’s sentence with a chuckle. Farrah looked between the two of them.

“Wow some bonding experience, huh!” She smiled at the men and they both gave smiles back. Except Maxwell’s was more sad than happy. “What’s wrong?” Farrah asked him, searching his eyes for an answer. You can tell me here. Maxwell shook his head at her and sighed once more.

“I thought this would be more fun. But it’s hard hearing what people think. About me, about you, about everyone.” He paused before continuing. “It was fun for the beginning, but now it’s tiring having to hear Drake talk AND think about whiskey. And having to hear our dog think about everything he wants to hump.” Farrah’s eyes widened at the last comment. “And what if when they find out, they think differently of me? I don’t know..I think I’ve had my fun but now..I want it to go away.” She stepped forward and pulled him into an embrace.

“I’m sorry…” She pulled away as Liam grasped Maxwell’s shoulder.

“We had no idea how hard it was for you.”

Maxwell smiled sadly at his lover their friend. “I think I’ll be okay. Maybe tomorrow a super mutant will come to destroy the Earth, and the only way to stop him is by reading his mind and saying his deepest darkest secret aloud.” They both laughed at this, and he felt less sad. Less alone. Liam looked at the couple and understood they needed some time alone.

“I’m going to go to my room.” He gave Maxwell’s shoulder another squeeze, smiled at Farrah, and then left the two alone.

I love you. Maxwell softened at Farrah’s words in his head, he brushed her blonde hair off her forehead and placed a kiss where it used to lay.

And I love you. She smiled at him before they both got into bed, drifting into sleep with arms wrapped around each other.

The following morning Maxwell awoke feeling more refreshed, and way less hungover, than the previous one. Farrah’s side of the bed was already vacant, which told Maxwell his friends awaited his arrival at the breakfast table. He got ready and headed down to them, taking his place at the head of the table just as the morning before. When the conversations got quiet, Olivia spoke to Maxwell.

“So, Maxwell. How is it you all of a sudden seem more...aware of what is going on?” He took a big bite of eggs and grabbed some bacon in his hand before responding.

“Oh, it’s because I woke up yesterday with telepathy.” He spoke between chewing his food, and took a bite of bacon. Everyone was silent for a moment before they started giggling and laughing. As he joined in the laughter, his eyes met Farrah’s amidst the minor chaos and he gave her a wink.

Maybe this won’t be so hard after all. He thought to himself as he looked around at his smiling friends.

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Anon, I hope you enjoyed! And anyone else who read this, I hope you did! If anyone wants to be tagged in my future works, tell me! And again, send me an ask if you have any fic suggestions!!

[bladesismylife]

Beginning of the End

The Royal Romance AU Chapter 2 (part one) Pairing: Drake X MC (Nadira) Pixelberry owns all characters except Nadira Recommended song for chapter: Love Story: Taylor Swift Summary: In this chapter, Nadira and the gang finds out Anton has escaped prison while getting ready for the Royal Charity Ball. and a new traitor has surfaced however, this time it’s someone Nadira knows personally...who could it be? ******************************************************************************************

Later that same afternoon all the girls sat at the new dance club called Tide Royal.

“Soo, ladies what have you been up to?” Nadira asked ordering a whiskey. Hana smiled as she sipped her drink, “Maxwell has been different…” Nadira and Olivia looked at her, “What do you mean different has he done something?”

“No...No...it’s just I haven’t been able to see him lately... every time I try to talk to him he either makes something up or he says he needs to make a phone call,” Hana reported.

Kiara said, “Who would have thought Hana would fall for the young Beaumont?” Nadira shoved her with her elbow, “I think it’s great.”

“For once I agree...however…” Olivia started as Nadira frowned at her playfully.

“Alright, you two,” Penelope said. After they were done with their meals Nadira received a text from Drake…

Drake: Hey beautiful.

Nadira: Hey Walker what’s up?

Drake: Maxwell...he says he wants us to meet him at Time Square

Nadira: If this is one of his pranks I swear I’ll hurt him

Drake: Whoa when did this side of you occur...I thought you and Beaumont were cool?

Nadira: Hana just told us that he hasn’t been with her lately...I know Max was the one who brought me here but if he doesn’t get his shit together I’ll personally castrate him myself!

Drake: I’ll let him know but he wants us there in an hour says he has a surprise.

Nadira: Alright Love you!

Drake: Love you too!

“Alright Maxwell...told us to meet him at Time Square in thirty so are ya’ll ready?” Nadira asked them.

“I’ve got nothing better to do until tomorrow afternoon,” Kiara said.

******************************************************************************************* When the girls arrived at Town-Square they ran into Savannah and 4-year-old  Bartie.

“Nadi!” he cried reaching for her.

“There’s my handsome nephew!” Nadira said taking him from Bertrand.

“He’s gotten so big you two!” a voice said.

“Drake! There you are, ``Where's Maxwell?” Nadira asked as Drake kissed her.

“I don’t know, I'm not his keeper,” Drake said taking his nephew and placing him back into his mother’s arms.

Nadira chuckled as she kissed him seductively as they heard, “Ahem little ones in the park you two!”

“Why do you think I handed Bartie back over to you?” Drake growled at his sister not taking his eyes off of Nadira.

“I swear you two are rabbits in heat,” Bertrand mumbled leading his family away.

Just then a guy with a microphone made an announcement, “If I may have the most beautiful outstanding Hana Lee come join me on the stage.”

Everyone turned towards the stage…

“I’ve heard you are the most talented young woman and we’d love for you to sing for us,” the announcer said.

“...Umm...Okay…” Hana said as she came up, “So what…”

“We actually have a specific song we’d like for you to sing...here we go!” the announcer said.

*Melody of Love Story By Taylor Swift begins to play*

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes, and the flashback starts

I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns see you make your way through the crowd and say, "Hello" Little did I know that you were Romeo…

“Man, is there anything Hana can’t do?” Penelope asked.

Hana was getting closer to the end of the song when everyone but Hana sees Maxwell go up on stage and slowly goes down on one knee.

“Oh.My.God…” Nadira said as she covered her mouth as did everyone but Olivia.

“You guys are a bunch of saps…” Olivia grumbled until Liam kissed her cheek.

I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you in Time Square I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

I turned around as you knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring…

And Maxwell picked up the song...

And said "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story baby just say 'Yes'

Hana turned around and literally burst into tears when she saw him on his knees.

“Hana Lee, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me...or the one thing I haven’t screwed up yet...anyway Hana Lee will you make me the happiest man on Earth by agreeing to marry me?” Maxwell asked.

Hana nodded furiously, “Yes...yes I will marry you!”

Maxwell’s smile widened as he took the ring and placed it on the wrong hand…

“Wrong hand!” Drake shouted as Maxwell fixed his mistake.

*Cheers*

Stay tuned for part 2

[ghostlymakercat]

It was getting dark behind the glass, and the day was going well for Barty so far- herbology and potions got cancelled wich ment that for the rest of the day skittles ended up all crumpled on the well used couch in the Slytherin's common room talking one over each other, making use of the free time. At some point stupid Potter walked up to them with that large grin on his face taking Regulus captive, carrying him across the room bridal style pausing before walking out the door, to snog Reggie, paying no mind to Regulus's angry fuss. Ew when did Regulus became such a sap? ( No Barty is not sitting in Evans lap letting him play with his hair fuck off). But honestly what the fuck? Reggie would hex his ass off if he attempted. It's no fair Regulus was playing favourites again.

He was brought back from his daydreaming by Evan leaning forward his lips brushing against his neck "your pouting love" Barty felt his blood rush tinting tips of his ears bright red " 'm not " his boyfriend just hummed but said nothing further, just sliding his hand upward on his waist, from where it was resting on his thigh, drawing circles effectively making Barty feel like melting 'to a puddle the chatter blending into a background buzz his eyes heavy all of a sudden.