#sirius being short

[kairospy]

Just saying,

James is the spoiled one in the relationship. He’s used to getting all he wants because Effie and Monty would indulge his every whim. He’s dramatic as shit, loud, confident, but so theatrical about it.

Regulus is the more quiet one (though not shy or insecure AT ALL. This man was meant to inherit an empire and associate (if not better) the most powerful wizards, be honest with yourself, he was be confident and stoic), and if he wanted something, he had to take it for himself seeing as his parents mostly focused on Sirius for 15 years. He’s independent.

To summarise: Regulus wears the pants in the relationship and James is just happy to be there and be pampered and be bought nice things. Regulus calls him ‘love’ and he’s gone. He wears Reg’s jumpers when he’s home alone. He’s pathetically whipped and would let Reg do anything to him. James cooks so well and makes Reg a different dish each week bc this man is used to house elf menus and that wont cut it. Regulus stands behind him, chin on his shoulder arms around his waist asking about ingredients, and James just about fucking dies—

[ellecdc]

The Drink Snob (part 4)

mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3k

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

You stood on the sidewalk staring dumbly at the sign that hung above the door of the restaurant - La Luna – with a list of references under your arm.

You’d thought long and hard about showing up today, and you weren’t sure which part of you was the part that won. Was it the part of you who saw things through? The part of you who had a lovely conversation with a motherly sounding woman on the phone and had promised her you’d be here? Was it the part of you who sort of wanted to see The Man™ again? Or was it the part of you who didn’t like being told what to do?

You supposed it didn’t much matter now which part of you won, seeing as it found you here.

Now you just had to make it inside the restaurant...which should be easy...seeing as you had two functioning legs...so why the hell aren’t they moving?

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn’t have come. Who voluntarily works for a criminal? Or at least for a criminal’s mother. He’s proven to you that he’s nothing but trouble. 

What if it was the good kind of trouble? The kind that led to fun banter and teasing remarks. The kind that made life more exciting and adventurous. The kind that made him really fun in bed.

Stop it.

He wasn’t the good kind of trouble. He was a criminal. Just because he stopped one guy from drugging you doesn’t mean he’s any better than him. Just because he spent hours with you at a bar listening to you lament about your life. Just because he took the opportunity to warn you about his mother’s restaurant. Just because he seemed to give a damn about you...

No, that was wishful thinking. 

You shouldn’t be here.

Your option to leave was taken from you, however, when a man exciting the restaurant paused to hold the door open for you.

Fuck it.

You thanked the man and squared your shoulders as you entered the restaurant. 

It was fairly quiet inside, which you supposed made sense seeing as it didn’t open until 4pm. There were some serving staff behind the bar readying glassware and silverware for the evening, and a few men moving a large piece of furniture covered with a moving blanket to the corner of the restaurant.

“No fucking way. You came!” A voice called. You turned to see the same curly haired man from the restaurant the night that The Man™ saved you from Tan. He was smiling widely at you as if the two of you were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Uhm...me?” you asked dumbly. Kill me now.

The man just laughed as he approached you and gave you a bone crushing hug. “Yeah you! You’re The Girl.”

“The girl?” You muttered as you stepped away from the overly affectionate man.

“James, step away from the girl; she doesn’t even know you.” A shorter man with black hair and silver eyes said as he smiled politely at you. “Sorry about him. He’s mostly harmless, just an idiot.”

The man...James...beamed at you as if his friend hadn’t just insulted him.

“I’m James, this is my boyfriend Regulus.” James introduced finally. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said as you gave him your name in turn.

“Oh, we know.” Another man said as he entered the dining area. He looked startlingly similar to Regulus, though his hair was quite a bit longer and he was littered with tattoos and silver jewelry. He was also accompanied by The Man™.

“Don’t be fucking weird.” The Man™ muttered to his companion.

“Sorry Moons, no can do.” He said salaciously as he waltzed his way over to you extending his hand. “The names Sirius, doll. So glad I finally get to meet you.” He said with a wink.

You choked on a laugh. 

“Fucking hell. You’re unbelievable.” You said instead of hello.

“Thank you!” He beamed, puffing his chest not unlike a peacock.

“That wasn’t a compliment...”

James barked a laugh. “Oh Moony, can we keep her?” He said as he wiped a fake tear from under his eye.

“You’re name’s Moony?” You asked incredulously.

The Man’s murderous glare softened as he looked from James to you. “One of them.”

“The sods name is Remus, dollface. Don’t mind him, he’s emotionally constipated.” Sirius interjected.

“Sirius!” Remus chastised from across the room. 

“What is goi-oh! You must be Y/N!” A lovely woman exclaimed as she made her way into the dining hall. “I was wondering what had my boys so rowdy.”

You flushed under the insinuation and extended your hand quickly.

“You must be Hope. It’s nice to meet you; I’m terribly sorry if you’ve been waiting on me.”

The woman waved you off and threw a sarcastic glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m not fussed. It’s hard to get almost anything done with this lot ‘round. Come, leave the boys to their folly.” She said as she ushered you down the hall. 

“Those are your boys?” You asked as the two of you made your way to what looked to be Hope’s office.

“Yes! Well, technically just Remus. But they’re a package deal, those boys.” She said with the fondness only a mother could manage. It made your heart hurt.

“I suppose that’s an important quality...in his line of work.” You offered. You chose to attend the interview regardless, but it was important for you to understand exactly what was expected of you here.

Hope looked at you with a knowing glint in her eye as she sat at her desk, seeming to size you up. “Yes, I suppose so.”

She pulled out some papers and you placed your references in front of you.

“So, what kind of questions do you have for me?” She asked casually.

You felt your eyebrows furrow as you calculated her question; you’d never been asked that at the beginning of an interview before.

“Erm, I... well I guess I’d like to know a little more about what the job entails.”

Hope smiled widely at you – you could see now where Remus got his dimples from.

“Well, we were looking for someone who had a license to serve liquor, perhaps to help with serving and bussing tables. But really what I’m most excited about is your music.”

“My music?” You asked quietly.

“Oh yes.” Hope offered enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted live music here, but we’ve never had anyone to do that! I must admit, I looked you up after I received your CV – you’re very talented.”

“Oh, god.” You murmured as you felt you face heat in embarrassment. “I’ve really only played with orchestra’s – I’m not sure that’s an example of any talent.”

“Hm, and modest too. Tell me, do you make it a habit of downplaying your worth?”

You felt like you’d been slapped.

“Because you shouldn’t. You ought to be proud; I sure am.” She carried on like she hadn’t just rocked your world. You cleared your throat and tried to fight against the tears clamoring their way to the surface.

“As for...this line of work.” Hope carried on, emphasizing your phrasing regarding Remus’ job. “This is indeed a restaurant. We deal with mostly restaurant matters. Some of our patrons may be...more colourful than average, and we may see the boys come and go from time-to-time, but there’s nothing you’d need to be concerned about.”

You nodded, a little stunned by the speed of this conversation, but feeling like you got the gist.

Restaurant. Shady business behind the scenes. Nothing for you to worry about.

Good enough.

“Look. You’ve worked at bars in some of the largest cities in North America – that tells me you work well under pressure and in a fast-paced environment. You’ve worked with orchestras across the continent as well, which tells me you work well in a team environment. You’re working towards your doctorate which tells me you’re dedicated and hard working. You’re an ideal candidate, Y/N.”

Remus was right – how does one say no to Hope Lupin?

“Do you work well in a team?” She asked plainly.

“Yes.”

“Do you work well under pressure?”

“Sure.”

“How’s your right hook?”

You laughed. “Not bad? I guess...I’ve not had to use it much if I’m being honest.”

Hope shrugged her shoulders. “We can work on that.”

You laughed again before taking a deep breath. “Okay. Alright, well...whatever you need then.”

Hope smiled. “You’ll play for us?”

You grimaced but shifted it to a smile. “There’s no saying no to you, is there?”

Hope beamed. “And you’re a quick learned. Excellent! Come with me.” She called as she stood and marched out of her office. 

You followed her obediently back out to the dining hall where James, Remus, Sirius, and Regulus were still loitering – each having taken a seat at a different table. And that large piece of furniture they’d been moving in when you arrived? It was a piano.

It was a Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

It was a brand-new Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

You thought you were going to faint. These pianos were not cheap.

“Think this will work for you? I’m sure we could swap it for something else if needed.” Hope commented as she moved towards the piano.

“You got this...for me?” You murmured. Hope smiled at you but bit it back when she saw the emotion on your face. 

“Well, we got it for the restaurant. If you need something else though, we can likely exchange it.”

She was interrupted by a scoff from Sirius. “I am not breaking my back dragging that thing back out of here again, mummykins.”

“You’ll damn well do whatever the hell I tell you too, bubs.” She shot back.

Sirius conceded immediately. “Absolutely. Whatever you want mum.”

“So, are you gonna play us something?” James interjected.

“Now?” You asked apprehensively. 

“Well, someone’s gotta test it out.” He shrugged. “They tuned it at the store but said it might shift slightly during the move.”

You hummed in acknowledgement but made no move to sit at the piano. James sighed dramatically and stood from his seat.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Regulus groaned and brought his hands up to his ears as his boyfriend sat at the piano with a flourish, cracking his knuckles, and began pressing keys at random.

Sirius bobbed his head in encouragement as if what James was currently producing could be considered music. Regulus banged his head against the table with his ears still covered, and Remus shook his head with a grimace.

“Okay, okay! Oh, you poor thing what has he done to you?” You cooed at the piano as you swatted James’ hands away.

“Uhm, I was playing it. Duh.” He muttered as he stood from the bench.

“That was a crime, is what it was. This piano is a work of art – it costs as much as a bungalow in America.” You said as you sat at the bench, staring at the keys in awe. 

You’ve played some pretty spectacular instruments throughout your life; the New York Philharmonic certainly provided for their pianist, no holds barred. But those were instruments you had to give back once you finished playing with them. Granted, this belonged to the restaurant, but...it was here for you to play.

“What are you going to play us?” Remus asked quietly.

You turned your head to him, surprised out of your musings, to find him looking at you softly.

“Any requests?” You asked the room.

“James’ knowledge of music that one can play on a piano expands no further than heart and soul, dollface. Don’t ask us.” Sirius smirked as he dodged a swat that James sent his way with an indignant squawk.

“You’re the expert.” Hope encouraged you from the side of the room.

You took a deep breath and turned back to the piano. You felt horribly exposed; no orchestra to hide behind, all eyes on you. Make it count.

You opted for a piece you’ve played an unholy amount of times.

It was your mother’s favourite. 

It wasn’t anything particularly difficult or challenging; it was not a technical piece in the slightest. But something about it spoke to you.

It felt like sitting in a sunroom on a rainy day and watching beads of raindrops race down the panes of glass. It felt like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds after days of overcast skies. It felt like a hug from your mom.

Turns out, it sounded even more beautiful on a Bechstein. 

The last few notes echoed through the predominantly quiet restaurant as you stared down at the keys.

“What’s that called?” Remus asked quietly.

You looked over at him to find that same soft look on his face.

“It’s called Sorrisi.”

“What language is that?” James asked.

“Italian, I believe.”

“What does it mean?” Sirius interjected. 

You smirked before responding. “I believe it translates to I smiled.” 

Remus watched as you seemed to shake yourself out of some sort of reverie. The piece was simple, but it was deep. Remus swore he could see years of memories and feelings oozing out of your shoulders as your hands danced across the keys.

And he wasn’t the only one. He could tell his mum was crying – most people wouldn’t have likely noticed, thinking she was just farsighted - but he knew that she only ever removed her glasses from her face if she was tearing up.

And then you had to go and act all bashful like you hadn’t just moved the room to tears with a few simple notes. Like you had no idea how wonderful you were. How beautiful you were.

Remus was fucked.

Here's the song you played for (Remus) the boys and Hope 🥰

[im-in-a-love-cult]

back to this because i’m obsessed 😋

blind Pandora who touches all of her surroundings to get to know them

blind Pandora who’s friends let her touch their features

blind Panda who can tell when somethings off, although she can’t see facial expressions or reactions, she is so good at picking up on energy

blind Pandora who has the neatest handwriting just because she spends hours drifting her hands across written-on paper to study how to write

blind pandora who has my has my heart <3

[hrlx23]

Conversations with my not girlfriend that remind me of marauders characters part 5.

Gray = Remus

Blue = Sirius

[obscureshipsandchips]

Made it into a oneshot on ao3

The TT’er gave me permission!! Give them some love if you’ve got tt (link)

[rookofthekingom]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 30 – prompt 30: Calming Draught – word count 960

TW // perceived homophobia

Remus Lupin is furious. He came out to his friends a week ago—something that made him so horrendously nervous that he literally had to take a calming draught beforehand. And now the person he was most scared to tell is reacting like this?

“Moony, wait!” Sirius yells from behind, his desperation audible. Remus doesn’t slow. “Just—wait a minute, please.” His voice breaks on the last syllable.

Remus scoffs. Without turning around he replies scathingly, “I actually kind of don’t want to fucking talk to you right now.”

Which is completely fair, Remus thinks. Because having your best friend completely freak out when you tell them you’re gay is not a great feeling. Especially when you have a hopeless, horrible crush on said best friend, which made you all the more nervous to tell him. Especially when you felt an excruciating mix of anxiety, hope, and crippling fear, and spent a fair amount of time coming up with all the possible scenarios that could result from the whole thing. But he hadn’t been prepared for this outcome. The one where Sirius didn’t overreact—no, that might have even been preferable—but the one where he turned cold and cagey, completely avoiding him for a week. Until today, when he couldn’t escape being in Remus’ presence.

Today, when Marlene gathered them all around to announce that she’s a lesbian. And Remus is so, so happy for her. Of course he is. So incredibly happy, in fact, his cheeks ached from smiling when she told them. A smile that rapidly slipped off his face when Sirius, the man who had handled the news of his best friend being gay extraordinarily horribly, accepted and even celebrated Marlene’s announcement. Which of course he should have! It just—hurts, that he for some reason couldn’t handle Remus’ own announcement with even a fraction of that enthusiasm. Hurts, to have his best friend and crush, for fuck’s sake, react so overwhelmingly positive to someone else’s coming out and so negatively to his own.

So no, he’s not feeling particularly warm towards Sirius, and really fucking wants to be alone. Something that Sirius really does not seem to understand.

“Just—stop!” Sirius, having finally caught up to him, desperately grabs him by the arm and forcibly turns him around.

Remus violently jerks an arm to throw him off. “Sirius, what the actual fuck?!”

The other boy immediately lets go. The determined light in his eyes, however, doesn’t fade. “Please, give me a chance, okay? Just to talk to you?”

“I already did talk to you, and you quite frankly didn’t handle it very well. So excuse me if I don’t necessarily feel like giving you the time of day right now,” Remus snaps.

“No, I know, I just—“ He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Remus really hates himself for noticing how cute he looks as he does it. Hates himself for how his stomach swoops when Sirius grabs him by the arm again. Hates himself for how he follows Sirius’ insistent tugging as the other boy pulls him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.

“I know, okay! I fucking know. Just-” He sighs. Opens his mouth, then closes it. Clears his throat and tries again. “I’m sorry, Moony. I really am. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s like I know up here,” he says, tapping his head “that’s it’s completely fine to be gay and that’s it completely fine for you to be gay, and that logically I’m completely fine with it because there’s nothing wrong with it! But then it’s like—like I try to picture you with some random guy that doesn’t even know you, and I feel sick, Remus, physically sick to my stomach.” Sirius earnestly meets Remus’ eyes, as if he’s silently begging him to understand.

But in front of him, Remus is quiet.

Sirius groans and grabs his shoulders with a frightening urgency that actually makes Remus jump. “Moony, don’t let it be some bloke. He—he has to know you, yeah?”

“Er-”

Sirius shakes his head and grits his teeth. “No, you’re not getting it—he has to know you. He has to know that you like chocolate, and he has to get you chocolate every week to restore your stash. But he can’t ever get anything darker than 70%, because he has to know what kinds of chocolate you like. And-“

“Sirius?”

“-and he has to know that you’re a fucking genius, that you come up with all of our best pranks, and he has to know that you like to curse, and he has to like it when you curse, okay? But he has to pretend that he doesn’t.”

“Sirius.”

“And—and he has to get you extra food whenever you’re hungry, especially before full moons, and he has to keep getting you food even after full moons, when you say you’re not hungry, but he has to know that you have to eat anyway.” Sirius’ grip on Remus’ shoulders is painfully tight now, his gaze imploring. “He has to know that you put on your socks before your pants in the morning, and that you wet your toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on it, and that you secretly like Quidditch because sometimes he’ll catch you watching him from the stands instead of reading your book, and… and he has to know all of your favorite authors, he has to notice all of the little expressions you make when you’re reading, and he has to think of you whenever he sees a book that he thinks you might like.”

“Sirius!”

“I’m not done yet, Moony!” he snaps, rather viciously. His voice then gets quiet.

“He has to love you.” He’s whispering now. “He has to have always loved you.”

[lilyflxwers]

reg became a deatheater purely to spite sirius and you can’t tell me otherwise.

[breeistired]

So, as a poet and a marauders fan.

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL IM MAKING POEMS ABOUT THE MARAUDERS

Can you guess who this poem is about????

(ALL POEMS WILL BE POSTED ON MY WATTPAD BOOK)

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In my head I'm still young

I'm still sitting with everyone

I can't remember the last time mom was happy

Or when my brother spoke to me

I count the stars one by one

Hoping to connect with you somehow

The sun comes up

And that's when I know you're awake

The moon comes down

And I know the one person I love is awake

The cold floor is pressed against me

God how could you betray me

I'm a fucking dog begging for a piece of meat

Please bring him back to me

Let me see him before I die

My flesh going towards madness

I remember waking in a happy home

Where my brother was there

My stars and my moon

Then I woke up and prayed to the stars

Please take me with him

I want to look into his eyes one last time I want to see him angry when he finds out i escaped

Just please let me fucking see him

The traitor

You did this to me

I cannot get my revenge

I have to sit and stare at the moon

Talking to it like it was you

I pretended I was splitting a chocolate between you and I

I am too young to die I want to die in his arms

I want to feel like I'm in love again

He promised me memories

Yet I am still here locked in my cage

Mom, am I still young?

Dad, do you hate what I've done?

Brother, please don't hate me

Please say you'll forgive me

I'm begging ever so pathetically like doggy on his knees

Please forgive me

I'll forgive you

I promise to never burn your letters again

Just let me see my brother god dammit

I want you back

I want to come home

I never say please

But to my moon, stars and sun

Please come back

It wasn't me

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LEAVE ANSWERS IN COMMENTS!!!!

[starchaserdreams]

Whispers of Lilies: A Jily Short Story

I wrote a 2,500 word Jily Hanahaki fanfic. If you're wondering if this is out of my norm, yes it is. But the story was calling to me and I couldn't resist writing it. Hanahaki absolutely screams Jily to me.

An excerpt:

"Lily there they are again," Mary whispered in the hallway between the Charms and Potions classroom on a Tuesday.

"Look I see more!" Marlene cried out late on a Friday night as she, Mary, and Lily all returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"There's more blood on these than the last ones," Lily said slowly on a Wednesday morning as she took in the mess in the greenhouse.

It had started a few weeks earlier: flower petals throughout the castle. Lily had never seen anything like it before, but she knew the old witch's tale: when unrequited love became too much, it began to consume the lover's very being. Flowers would grow in the lungs, causing the lover to cough up bloody flowers. The realm of magic was called Hanahaki, and it was incurable. Whoever was suffering was deeply in love with someone who didn't love them back, and their body was slowly succumbing to their mental anguish over it.

"There's so much blood," Marlene agreed. A week ago, it was just a trickle. Whoever it is must be getting sicker.

Lily nodded, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Because these weren't just any flowers, they were lilies. And everyone who understood Hanahaki magic knew that that very likely meant that the person was in love with Lily herself.

"It's got to be James Potter, right?" Mary asked. Even as she spoke, there was regret in her tone.

"James Potter's love is not pure," Lily scoffed. She knew enough about James' childish nature to know that him calling out to her across the grass was just for his entertainment. Him staring at her across the lunch table was for attention. When he picked up her books and offered to carry them, it was to play act as a hero.

James Potter was no sincere lover.

It's on AO3 here!

[mutedeclipse]

Assorted doodles and white has a design for.. i guess what im calling the monster au? Mythos au? Idfk its snake and bird au in my mind i never thought to name or categorize it. But since half the dastardlies and white have designs for it i mightaswell name it.

[maiiefizz]

Wolfstar Prompt (?): Trap

302 words

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"Remus, love of my life, my little monnymoons, moonage daydream, Remi, sweety, baby, beautif-"

"What do you want, Sirius?"

"You love me, don't you?"

"...I do? What have you done?"

"Nothing nothing!"

"Why are you like this?"

"We are going to be together forever, right?"

"Sirius..."

"Like, we will be granddads together?"

"We're gay, Sirius"

"....then granddads for James and Reggie babies"

"I do hate to break it to you but..."

"Yeah, I know. But you know what I mean!"

"Sure..."

"...Remus?"

"Yes Sirius?"

"You do want to...continue this, right?"

"Of course"

"You don't look so enthusiastic"

"That's a long time, Sirius"

"Yeah..."

"Oh don't sulk"

"I don't sulk"

"Life is long, I don't want to trap you in your 20s"

"Trap me? What about you?"

"Oh Sirius, you- nevermind, forget it"

"Remus! What do you mean, trap me?"

"You know... Me and... Everything"

"You're talking about the wolf?"

"Obviously"

"But it hasn't affected us so far, so why would it in 20 years?"

"Sirius, dear... Everything hurts after a full. I notice how it gets worse every month. I won't be able to keep this up until you're 80."

"....What do you mean?"

"Most people with Lycanthropy don't live past the age of 45, 50 at the Most"

"But...but that...that's still 25 years, Remus"

"You could find someone who can really grow old with you. And I won't be angry about it. I understand, So if you find someone, please don't ignore them just for my love."

"I will love you as long as I can. Even if I knew it would only last for a day and I'm lonely for the rest of my life. Every second with you is worth it."

"Don't say that..."

"I mean it"

"I love you"

"I love you for the rest of my life"

[enbysiriusblack]

"I hate you."

Sirius folded their arms with a smirk, "You're obsessed with me, Reggie. I mean you dragged me away from class just to talk to me. You clearly miss me."

"I do not. And don't call me that!"

"You miss me", Sirius teased.

"What would I even miss? Getting into trouble for your antics? Only getting to eat half of meals because you can't keep your mouth shut for one family dinner? Having to cover for you so you could sneak out and mingle with strangers? I don't miss you, Sirius. I don't miss you, because you were never there for me to miss."

Sirius frowned, tilting their head slightly, "We were all each other had as kids. We slept in each others beds at night, helped each other study, and played every game with each other."

Regulus shrugged, "Yeah... I was your only option. And then you got older and discovered the bigger world and couldn't care less about me. We haven't been proper brothers for years now. I can't miss someone who's become a stranger, Sirius."

"But I miss you."

"Well", Regulus huffed, "You always were too sappy."

He walked closer to Sirius, and folded his arms.

"You've grown up."

Regulus rolled his eyes at Sirius' comment, "What, did you not notice? See, it's something that people do as time goes on."

"I mean, you've grown up to be just like Father."

Regulus sneered, "Look at yourself in a mirror, Sirius. No matter how much you rebel, you'll never escape this family. You're dear old mother, Sirius. Just like her."

Sirius punched him, Regulus falling to the ground. The boy lifted a hand to his nose, and as he looked to the blood, his eyes drifted up to their's.

Regulus smirked, "You hit just like her too."

[marauderswolf22]

Sirius: *works out* Remus: oh, so you also heard that stretching helps in growing higher? Sirius: don't worry about it dear, but if you would do that the ceiling would not survive it

[acewithwords]

"Has anyone seen, Why?" Vega asked calmly.

Somehow, he had lost his beloved Summoner again. He refused to show it but he was incredibely worried once again.

Spica rubbed his temples. This wasn't something unusual for them. It was not too surprising considering how many times this had happened already.

Ding.

Both Vega and Spica grabbed their phone. A notification from the Guide Committe's groupchat?

Summoner ☆: Hey guys, I'm stuck in a tree!

Summoner ☆: [Insert image of Why hanging upside down on a tree]

Arcky <3: SUMMONER?!

Red Flag: HAHAHAHAHA

Spica put his phone down and sighed. He watched as Vega rushed out the door as soon as possible.

This was no surprise after all. It was just the usual chaos the guide committee faced on a daily basis.

[hrlx23]

Conversations with my not girlfriend that remind me of marauders characters part 16.

Gray = Remus

Blue = Sirius

[startledstoat]

Like every week I get a new hc that runs through my mind on loop for that week and this week it's Reg and Pandora being first introduced as partners for an arranged marriage and from there it goes one of two ways

Either it's when they're teens when they meet and like as soon as they first make eye contact they clock each other like "that is so not a heterosexual lmfao"

Or where they're like older and actually close to the wedding and one of them finally cracks under the stress and comes out to the other, like half afraid they'll react badly but then they get the opposite (example: pandora coming out as ace and saying that she knows their families expect them to have heirs but that she doesn't want to have sex with him, and Regulus' shoulders just sag with actual relief and he's like "oh thank fucking God cause dont get me wrong you're like great and all but I didn't know how to tell you that I'm gayer than the fruit section at the grocery store")

OR

Option three being them engaged since before they could walk and they grow up together and then like when they get to the age where they're parents are seriously talking about the marriage they make a pact that they'll go through with getting married and just continue on as platonic best friends that are ending their bloodlines.

No omg I don't even ship pandalily but imagine at a fancy dinner party or something Dora like scandalizes all the old posh people by being like "this is my husband, Regulus. Over there is my girlfriend, Lily, and next to her is her ex-husband, James. James and Regulus are boyfriends.