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tan lines - wolfstar - discord server microfic challenge - word count: 260

Sirius woke up to warmth. Soft lips ghosting over his skin, tracing paths over his chest and stomach. Sparks flying from his bellybutton, shooting over his body, making him groan. Large hands gripping his hips possessively, making him melt.

“Moons?” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. His eyelids fluttered open to find Remus kissing over his shirtless torso and, without thinking, he curled his fingers in the other man’s fluffy hair. “Fuck.” He arched his back with the sensation on a tongue tracing his ribs. Perfect.

“Hi, baby,” Remus whispered to him, not stopping his lazy ministrations. 

“What���what time is it?” he asked, breath hitching. He looked at the clock and winced. “We’re going to be late, Moony. James’s wai-wai–nnn…” he trailed off, distracted by another kiss, this time to his sternum. 

“Shouldn’t’ve worn that crop top to the beach the other day, then,” Remus whispered to the skin right below his bellybutton. “These tan lines are driving me mad.” He tightened his grip as he said the last word, making Sirius whimper.

“Remus, we’re going to be late…” he tried one more time, knowing his resistance was practically nonexistent to begin with.

But when chocolate-brown eyes met his, Sirius fell. 

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” Remus murmured sincerely, removing his hands, lifting his face, stopping all contact to let Sirius think.

His decision had been made the second he’d awoken to those gentle, reverent touches, though.

Smirking, Sirius mimed locking his mouth with a key and pulled Remus toward him, kissing him passionately.

James could wait.

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barty baby-sitting pt. 8

barty, putting harry down for a nap: alright, haz, rosie and i will be in the other room if you need us, darling.

harry: okay. i love you batty

barty, with heart eyes: love you too, honey.

harry: you’re the best batty ever. you’re so nice and awesome.

barty, about to tear up: you’re such a good kid, little james spawn

barty, going back out to evan with tears in his eyes: hey, ev

evan: hey, what’s wrong? you okay?

barty: that kid. such a shithead, just like his dads.

evan, smiling softly: oh sure. what did he do now?

barty: he just. he loves me, that little ball of pure joy loves me

evan: yeah, not surprising. he adores you, b. you’re good with him

barty: he’s just such a good kid….. can we keep him?

evan: … you mean. kidnap regulus’ son? regulus??

barty, sulking: james would understand.

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happy pride to all the gay ass marauders characters who died before gay marriage was made legal in england.

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Rosekiller girl dads

Barty that almost only wears black and is coved in bad tattoos that he did when he was to younger.

Evan that has dozens of piercings bleach blond hair and a scary demeanor.

And their 6 year old daughter that is coverd in glitter has pink hair, fairy wings and a big puffy skirt

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popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something

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I’d like to think that Remus’ reaction to someone commenting on his nail polish making him look gay would be something like ‘oh good lord please don’t tell my boyfriend’

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Regulus would try make himself feel better by dressing up and most of the time it wouldn’t work so he’d sit in bed all fancy looking sad. James would walk in thinking he’s missed a special occasion

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Also similarities

Between Nico Di Angelo and Regulus black are never ending

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IVE JUST SEEN SOMEONE CALL PLATONIC PANDORA AND REGGIE -- CRYSTALWATER 🌀🌊

It's so whimsical it's perfect

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Happy Pride month! Because we deserve to celebrate our existence until the very last day of June, and just as much every other day of the year.

I'm a sucker for the trans Evan Rosier headcanon (maybe even trans Rosier twins) and drawing this brought me so much joy :)

Also no shirt for him cause do you know how much he paid for that torso? Hell, he gets to show it off

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Sirius constantly has low iron and ALWAYS forgets his pills so he’s always passing out and when he wakes up Remus and him always cuddle bc if wolfstar doesn’t cuddle no one cuddles

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barty crouch junior loves like a dog.

excitable, frantic and chaotic one moment and coming to heel at the next. he just never really grew out of listening to commands, especially from his father. could never grow out of the desire to please, to get outside validation, not fully. despite everything he does to unlearn it, the moment evan or regulus get stern with him hes obeying and giving his full attention.

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me with evan: beautiful. showstopping. the dark aura around him illuminates the light in everyone else. sickly sweet scent (metaphorically) and beautiful but thorny like a rose. as perfectly strange as a taxidermied bunny.

me with barty: *pokes with a stick* what are you. *poke poke* and why are you so fucking relatable.

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gender - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 176

“What does this mean?” Barty asked, waving his phone in Regulus’s face and giving him a confused look. “‘Interested in…?’ Like what type of person I want?”

Regulus grabbed the device, looking at the screen. “What’re you doing?”

“Joining the wonderful world of swiping left and right,” Barty replied, rolling his eyes. “I figured, if Pandora can find Lily on Tinder, no less, then I should give it a try, right? So for that question, I’m thinking, I’m looking for someone…odd. Like a little off. Someone blonde, with lots of tattoos and piercings. Blunt, but also a bit quiet. Oh. And tall. I want someone tall,” he said thoughtfully

“Erm,” Regulus stifled a laugh. “I think it’s asking about gender. Like… ‘Interested in men’ for example. But I don’t think you need this, Bee.”

“Why?” Barty asked, looking shocked.

“Because you’ve just described Evan…like, exactly,” Regulus replied, chuckling.

“Oh.”

Barty only stared at his own phone for about ten minutes before he stood and ran out of the room, yelling, “Gonna go snog Rosie!” behind him.

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Sex, 27.06. - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 237

No amount of words could describe Evan’s fondness for the vacations he took with Barty.

However, he was quite certain Dorcas would have an aneurysm if she knew how the most notorious couple of the friend group spent their holidays.

“Doing lines in shady underground American clubs?” she asked.

“They give more Berlin vibes,” added Marlene.

At some point, it had turned into “Guess the Vacation Destination Game”, as Pandora had lovingly named it. Whenever Evan and Barty declared it was time for a vacation, their friends would start to throw out the wildest suggestions they could think of. After a couple of years, they were running out of steam, but still none have come even close.

“In prison,” deadpanned Regulus.

“Swinging?” asked Pandora thoughtfully. Evan just smiled as Barty shook his head at all of them.

Barty’s relaxed sigh brought him back to the secluded little pebble beach they had found somewhere along the Mediterranean shore. They liked to switch up locations, but the idea was still the same – lots of sleeping, reading, eating, swimming, and lying in the shade of pine trees as a gentle breeze caressed their bodies.

As he felt Barty’s hand slowly moving under the hem of his swimsuit, he mentally added sex to his list—lots of sex on the beach. There wasn’t anyone around for miles. But even if there was, maybe Pandora wasn't entirely off the mark this time.