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What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos

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every conan gray song is about the marauders if you’re delusional enough

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guys it's so easy to just block people you dont agree with and never think about them again.

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me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten

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…just watched a fish dissection

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wolf "and the church bells won't stop ringing for an undead wedding day" star

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you can’t hate on someone because of “what they did”, when you don’t know the context. Or even hear it from them.

The media twists words, you can’t just go with it.

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Why the fuck is it only tuesday

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he sleeping rn so no reaction :)

he a sleepy cat

tell your cat I said "pspspspspsps"

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why do we change ourselves for others

yet are still unhappy with who we turn out to be

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HE'S SLEEPING

HE''S SO CUTEEEEE

can't move now

cat who is scared of everything is now on my bed

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i think you can send 5 anon asks an hour

and then some say the rest get deleted but ive seen sometimes where the asks just go through after the hour is reset or it might just not let you send any more...

if you send a certain amount of anon asks at once does it not let you anymore asking for a friend

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can't move now

cat who is scared of everything is now on my bed

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“Your love is a threat and I’m nauseous,

Scares me to death how I want it.”

Nauseous - Conan Gray ~ Jegulus Hurt/Comfort - Regulus POV ~ Read my WIP collection of Wishbone-inspired microfics here!

“Dance with me,” James murmured, eyes wide and expression sweet as they stood on top of the Astronomy Tower, the light of the bright crescent moon making the older boy’s messy hair shine in the night.

Alarm bells went off in Regulus’s head. “There’s no music,” he scoffed to deflect, avoiding the Gryffindor’s gaze.

“Reg…”

Biting his lip, he looked up at James.

Why, why did he have to react this way? Nausea making his stomach tilt and roil like a ship in a storm, he regarded James for a long moment, brain reeling. It was just a dance. Sure, it was a stupid, cliche, slightly-cringy romantic gesture…but it wasn’t dangerous. So why was adrenaline pumping through his veins like he was facing his own execution? Why was he tempted to pull out his wand and blow up the hand being offered to him?

What made it even worse was that it was James. James Potter was…everything. He was trusted by everyone in the entire damn castle, he loved loudly and completely, he even refused to practice casting spells on live animals because he didn’t want to hurt them! He was good. 

But now, standing in front of the older boy, Regulus felt like a quivering lion cub, seconds away from the hair on the back of his neck rising and his back arching in threatening defense. 

Still, somehow, even as Regulus took far too long to contemplate the unwavering hand in front of him, James just smiled comfortingly, steady in his presence.

Regulus felt like throwing up. “There’s no music,” he whispered desperately again, trying to buy himself time to be logical. 

James took a small step forward, and Regulus wanted to scream. “I can sing for you if you want, but it won’t be pretty,” he joked lightly, but his eyes were gentle and unwavering.

A hysterical laugh bubbled up behind the Slytherin’s tense lips. “Please don’t,” he mumbled. But he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. ‘Please don’t sing?’ ‘Please don’t ask me for this?’ ‘Please don’t leave?’

“C’mere,” James said gently, moving forward slowly and snapping Regulus out of his terrified paralysis.

Taking enough time for Regulus to back away if he wanted, James’s strong, warm arms wrapped around him, so gently that Regulus thought he might die from it. Terror and a thrill of hope shot up his spine in equal measure. “James,” Regulus whispered agitatedly, his muscles tightening, a whine slipping from his throat, trying to decide if he wanted to run away or press closer. His heart was hammering so quickly it might’ve broken his ribs and his stomach was writhing and flipping, making his breaths come in sharp gasps.

What was he supposed to say? That the way James looked at him, with such unadulterated adoration, scared him to death? That he usually only went for boys who were shitty, because at least then he knew what he was in for, and someone like James was a mystery to him? That nobody, not one person, had ever held him like this–like he was fragile? Not only that but…like he was worth not breaking?

“James,” he hissed again indignantly, this time in a voice that was almost pleading, the fear bleeding through into his tone.

“I’ve got you, baby.” 

Oh.

Whimpering, he relaxed all at once, face pressing into the warm fabric of the older boy’s shirt as a single, mortifying tear melted into the cloth. “M’scared,” he admitted to the soft material, speaking so low that he hoped James wouldn’t hear. Admitting it, somehow, helped the nausea to let up just a little.

It seemed, though, that James did hear. Or he knew Regulus well enough to guess at what he said. Either way, the arms wrapped around him tightened just a little, and for the first time, Regulus allowed himself to enjoy the feeling.

Slowly, very slowly, James began to lead him in small, gentle circles. Holding his body as they swayed.

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hazy - @wolfstarmicrofic - post-final battle but wolfstar live bc i say so - word count: 704

“Where’re we going?” Sirius asked softly, following Remus along the deserted corridors of the still-crumbling castle. “Why are we here, Remus?”

“You have to trust me, Sirius, c’mon,” the taller man said softly, turning his head back to send Sirius a comforting smile before continuing to guide him along.

Hogwarts like this was..different. As they traversed the floors and passed through hallways Sirius remembered from so long ago, they were greeted by collapsed suits of armour and broken glass. Though McGonagall and the rest of the volunteers had done a phenomenal job over the past month of starting the repairs, there was still a long way to go to have everything ready for school to start in September. The promise of normalcy, after so many terrifying years, though, was enough to push so many people to keep working.

As they walked, Sirius remembered the Final Battle. He remembered Hagrid carrying Harry into the Great Hall in his arms, the devastating stab of grief that coursed through his body, the same raw torture that had hit him the night of October 31st, 1981. Squeezing Remus’s hand, he took a moment to thank the universe that somehow, he Remus, and Harry had all emerged on the other side of the War relatively unscathed.

But why were they here?

“Moons, why–?” he asked, nearly, running into the taller man when they stopped short in front of an unassuming door. 

“We’re here,” Remus announced, opening the door to reveal–

A broom closet.

“Erm…as nice as this is, Moony,” Sirius said slowly, trying to decide if maybe, finally, Remus’s constant state of anxiety had caused him to lose his mind, “you’re going to have to explain–”

“This is where we had our first kiss,” Remus gently explained, stepping into the dusty closet, pulling Sirius in after him.

Oh.

Just yesterday, Sirius had had…well, a bit of a mental breakdown, really. Sobbing about how all those years in Azkaban had made some of his happiest memories nothing but hazy wisps he was fighting to grab onto. He’d mentioned their first kiss, how he couldn’t quite picture it–the where or the how. Only bits of the feelings remained.

And now…here they were.

“We were running from McGonagall,” Remus murmured softly, pulling Sirius into the closet the rest of the way but leaving the door open. It was such a small space that they were pressed tightly together, Remus hunched over slightly. “You dragged me in here.”

Sirius bit his lip. Yes, he remembered that part. The way his heart had been beating out of his chest with the adrenaline rush. But then….what had happened next?

“And then…” Remus paused, clearing his throat. It was a bit dusty, after all. “We kind of…stopped. Paused. The air got all…thick? And I remember thinking… ‘Fuck, he’s perfect. He’s so gorgeous. I could never…he’d never want me.’ I still think that all the time.” He let out a little laugh that made Sirius roll his eyes. As if Sirius could ever want anyone else. “And…you were leaning over me a bit. Like this.”

Big hands pulled Sirius’s hips close, and he couldn’t help but let out a little gasp, the air growing hot, just like Remus described.

“But then, I think I went mad?” Remus chuckled. “Because I saw your hair and I had to touch it. Like this…”

Fingers combed through Sirius’s long locks, causing electricity and goosebumps to explode over his head and neck. Moaning, he allowed his head to fall back a little, his eyes falling shut. 

“Yeah, you did that. You..you reacted. And I just…”

Remus pushed forward, pinning Sirius to the cool wall behind them, and all of the breath kicked from his lungs. Lips, hot against his throat, skated over his skin hungrily.

“I think I was in shock when you didn’t tell me to stop,” the taller man whispered reverently.

“Don’t stop,” Sirius half-whined, his shaking hands coming to grip the other man’s shirt, intoxicated by both present-day Remus here, now, and by the half-memory of what they’d done in this same location so long ago. 

Remus pulled back for only a moment, whispering. “Thank Merlin I didn’t,” before pulling Sirius into a searing kiss.