#the bracelets on his arm were meant to be bi colored but the blue got washed out oops

[samwise1548]

Did not mean to exclude Sasha from this one. Just pretend she’s off screen taking the picture

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[ID: The first image is a drawing of Tim Stoker from the Magnus Archives drawn in a chibi style. He’s wearing a pink shirt that’s open from the front and seated in a purple kayak in the water. He’s holding a paddle in one hand and shielding his face from the sunlight with the other. He’s glowing in the sun. Jon can be seen in the background, thrashing in the water next to an upturned green kayak. Martin, in a blue kayak of his own, tries to help his flailing boss back to safety. Both men are wearing life vests.

The second image is a screenshot of the drawing request by @call-me-dj that reads “Tim kayaking with the rest of the archives crew!” /End ID]

[fruitcoops]

hey! i love your work so much and i had an idea. what about the whole team going to pride? or maybe just the cubs or coops, but i would love to see the whole team supporting and maybe breaking out flags of their own. :)))

Happy Pride, everyone!!! It has been such a wild year, but I hope you all find comfort and joy during this month <3 I'm sending you all love and hugs (or high-fives, if you prefer), as well as positive vibes for the summer. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove as always!

Credit to @queercanoe for the the rainbow bracelet idea <3

“This is…this is really nice,” Sirius said as they stood in line for popsicles. His face glowed with happiness and Remus squeezed his hand where it laid over his shoulder.

“Better than last year?”

He hummed in thought. “I like being here without the Cup and all the cameras. It’s just us.”

“And half the team,” Remus added.

“True,” Sirius laughed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Some of the glitter Lily had managed to sprinkle over his head and smear on his cheeks fell onto Remus’ shirt, and he brushed it off with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. The kids are still arguing.”

Sirius glanced behind them and snorted; on the other end of the block, Leo hitched Logan higher on his back as he held Finn’s baseball cap out of reach. Talker and James had started an impromptu game of volleyball with a stray balloon, and the sight of Regulus playing peekaboo with Harry using his pride flag cape sent a burst of happy butterflies through Remus’ stomach.

“D’you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone?”

“Doubt it.”

They tapped their popsicles together in a toast and meandered back to the group—the afternoon heat toned down some of the manic energy of the morning parade, and Remus was content to just wander hand-in-hand with his fiancé for a while.

Not your fiancé for long, he reminded himself as the ice cooled his mouth. Just five more days, and then you’ll have a ring, too.

He stood on his toes, still a little sore from dancing earlier in the day, and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just ‘cause I love you.”

Sirius let out a slow breath and squeezed him a little tighter around the shoulders, catching a drip of syrupy red before it slid down to his elbow. “This is the perfect day.”

“It is, isn’t it? Ooo, blue raspberry.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Of c—” Remus was cut off by warm lips against his own, shorting out every braincell in one fell swoop. You sly little shit, he thought, smiling into the kiss as Sirius dipped him back.

They straightened up after a moment and Sirius raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s pretty good.”

“Your lips are purple.”

He licked his own half-melted popsicle before dragging Remus in for one more kiss, though both of them were almost laughing too hard for his plan to work. “There. Now we match.”

“Thanks, babes.”

“Hey!” Finn cupped his hands around his mouth, clearly giving up on retrieving his hat. “Are you done yet? I was promised popsicles!”

Remus flipped him off and pulled Sirius down by the collar of his shirt, suddenly uncaring of the stickiness making its chilly way down his forearm. It was their day to do that, after all; their day to be flamboyantly affectionate to anyone in sight, regardless of contracts and media and expectations. It was a day drenched in popsicle sugar where he could turn his soon-to-be-husband’s lips more purple than the dahlias he loved so much.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Finn remarked as they rejoined the group, both a little flushed.

“As if you’ve kept your hands to yourself,” Remus teased, gesturing to the various smudges in Finn’s face paint.

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Good point.”

“I have them on occasion.” A burst of giggling caught both their attention and softness bloomed in Remus’ chest as Sirius tossed Harry a few inches into the air, making rocket ship noises. Next to him, Leo had set Logan down so he could lift Katie up and tickle her until she shrieked with joy.

“God, they’re cute,” Finn said around a mouthful of syrup-soaked ice. The look in his eyes was unmistakably fond, and Remus knew it was reflected on his own face.

“They are. The boyfriends aren’t bad, either.”

Finn snorted, then spluttered as he nearly spat out his popsicle, sending Remus into peals of laughter. “Stop it!” he complained, though the didn’t sound very upset at all. “I’m gonna get a brain freeze!”

“A brain freeze?” Sirius turned to Harry with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, no!” Harry gasped. Behind them, James stifled his smile in the side of Lily’s neck.

“It’s not lookin’ good, buddy,” Finn said with false gravity. “Popsicles are a dangerous food.”

Harry made grabby hands until Finn settled him on his hip, then took his face between two chubby hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Your lips are blue,” he proclaimed after a long moment.

“Are they?”

“Uh-huh. Tremzy’s got red lips, an’ Knutty’s got red lips, and Mama has pink lips, and Uncle Pads has purple lips.” Harry poked the side of his mouth. “You’ve gotta have purple lips, too.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at Remus over Harry’s shoulder. “Not a chance, Harzy.”

“We’re better kissers anyway,” Leo said with a grin as he sidled up and gave Finn a light peck. “Better, Pocket Pots?”

Harry stuck his tongue between his teeth in a comical imitation of Sirius’ concentration face; Remus shoulders shook as he held back his amusement. “Almonds.”

“What?”

“Almost,” Sirius corrected gently. “Not almonds. Close, though.”

“Tremzy!” Harry called. Logan looked up from Katie, who was quite happily upside down as he swung her like a clock pendulum. “You’ve gotta make Harzy’s lips purple!”

“Do I?” Logan glanced back down. “Can I set you down, ma princesse?”

“No!”

“Okay,” he laughed, hauling her over with careful steps. Finn leaned down to kiss him; over his shoulder, Leo and Harry made faces at each other.

“This is perfect,” Sirius murmured, resting his forehead against Remus’ (admittedly sweaty) hair. Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the stress of wedding planning roll off his back. He could be surrounded by their family in a sea of color for just a little longer—they could be there together.

“I’m proud to be with you,” he said as Regulus clambered onto Leo’s back for ‘a better view’.

It was a cheesy sentiment, but they had never shied away from romcom moments before. He felt Sirius’ soft huff of breath on his temple. “Re…”

I’ll never get tired of the way you say my name. “That’s me.”

The sigh turned to quiet laughter and a kiss. “We are such a cliché.”

“But you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” His lips were sweet and a little sticky, still; Remus wanted to drown in the feeling. “I will always be proud to be with you.”

“Uncle Pads!”

“Yes?” Sirius lifted him out of Finn’s arms with a dramatic groan. “You’re growing up too fast!”

Harry squished his cheeks, then poked the tip of his nose. “Why don’t you wear rainbows?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “I’m wearing rainbows right now.”

“But you only wear them now.”

“You want me to wear rainbows every day?” He cast a look at Remus, who half-shrugged.

“You do look good.”

“Everybody should wear rainbows all the time,” Harry declared. Down the street, a series of party poppers went off, followed by loud cheering from another group.

“Excuse me?” a timid voice asked. Remus startled slightly and turned around; a small group of teenagers was huddled by the massive balloon arch. One young man held his phone up. “Could we—uh, could we get a picture with you guys?”

“Do you want me to take it for you?” Leo offered as Finn took Harry again.

The kid’s eyes went wide, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!”

“Alright, on three!” Leo squinted in the sunshine as they gathered in a semicircle. “One, two, three, smile!”

“Could we get one with you, too?” one of the girls asked when he lowered the camera.

Sirius took the camera as they shuffled around and swapped positions, crowding close to the rainbow balloons while Harry played with Remus’ colorful suspenders. “Ready? Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” they chorused.

“I got a couple, just in case.” He handed the phone back to the first boy with a smile. “Are you guys having a good time?”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” he answered, a little breathless. “It’s—this is so cool. Thanks again.”

“Pas de problem.”

Remus glanced over just in time to see the girl bump her own rainbow bracelet with Leo’s; both of them were grinning broadly. “Have fun today, okay?” he said, giving the shortest of the group a high five. A jumble of goodbyes answered before they hurried back into the crowd, whispering among themselves while their pins flashed in the sun.

“They were cute,” Sirius said, watching them go with an indecipherable look. “Feels good to know it meant something, y’know?”

“It always does,” Remus agreed, snuggling against his side despite the heat. “I wish—”

Sirius looked down at him when he faltered; Harry yawned so wide his eyes closed. “What?”

“I wish we had this when we were kids.”

Regulus and Leo tumbled out of the rapidly-growing crowd, bickering over who got which part of the cotton candy, while Kasey stood as still as he could so Natalie could finish the small bi flag on his cheek. Sirius’ whole face lit up as he watched them. “It’s even better now.”

Remus watched the second wave of the parade build around them—people of every shape and size were decked out in a whole spectrum of colors, turning the street into a living rainbow in the afternoon sun. He tucked his hand into Sirius’ back pocket and laced their free hands together, listening to his heartbeat under his cheek. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done.”

“Coming to Pride?”

“No.” He held their hands up, and Sirius’ ring caught the light. “This.”

[nothingmuchtowrite]

Nothing Much to Twelfth Grade Part VI

part I, part II, part III, part IV, part V

Oren spotted Benedick’s awkward, gangly-limbed shuffle at the edge of the cafeteria. As he headed in that direction, Benedick looked up and then turned and tried to make his way to the exit. A crowd of students blocked the door and Oren caught up to him.

“Hey, Benedick,” he said.

“I’m Benji actually,” Benedick said in an Irish accent and held out a hand. He sent Oren a wide superficial smile and then pumped his arm up and down when Oren obliged him by shaking hands. “It’s great to meet you, Oren. Well alrighty but unfortunately, I’ve got somewhere to be so…” Benedick turned and tried to get away.

“Wait, Ben.”

Benedick sighed.

“Can we talk? I want to apologize for what happened.”

Benedick gave a reluctant nod and followed Oren into an empty hallway farther from the cafeteria.

“So,” Oren said. He tilted his head and tried to gauge Benedick’s mood. “How have you been?”

Benedick raised an incredulous eyebrow.

“Okay. I guess you want me to get to the point. That’s fair,” Oren said. “Uh so you’re gay then?”

“Pan actually, but yeah.”

“Oh. Pan. Okay.” Oren bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, about the kiss… I uh. Thank you.” As he finished speaking, Oren wanted to punch himself in the face. Why was he so bad at talking? “What I mean is, I liked it. I just didn’t– I mean, I hadn’t thought that we were going to get to that point. But it’s not that I don’t like you. Romantically, I mean. Because I do, I think, like you.”

“Oh, right,” Benedick said. “You falling off a bench to avoid kissing me, it reeeally seemed like you were into me.”

“Hey, I was just surprised. It caught me off guard,” Oren protested.

“So, you were flirting with me then?”

“Um. Not intentionally,” Oren said, sending Benedick a small smile. “I didn’t know I liked guys. Your kiss… I kind of freaked out and went into a gay panic. It was the first time I thought I might be into dudes.”

“The first time you thought–! But you’ve been wearing that bi bracelet the entire year!”

“Wait, what? This?” Oren plucked at the friendship bracelet on his left wrist. “How’s it bi?”

“It’s blue and purple and pink. Those are the bi colors!”

“Oh.” He gazed down at the bracelet and then a snort erupted from his throat. “Oh my god, dude. Are you serious?”

“Yes?” Benedick had a bewildered expression as Oren cracked up with laughter.

“You thought… Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Oren!”

“I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Oren gasped out. He dragged both hands down his face and then dropped them at his side. “I just… I didn’t know it was a bi bracelet. I stole it from Liv. It was on her desk and I just put it on as a joke, because she always steals my letterman jacket. I was going to give the bracelet back but then forgot about it. And I just got used to wearing it and I like it because it reminds me of her. So yeah, no. I had no idea it was a bisexual thing. I’m sorry.”

At Oren’s words, Benedick let out a small laugh, but a frown wrinkled his forehead. “Okay. I guess that makes sense.”

“So this entire time you thought I was bisexual and flirting with you?” Oren bit his lip and gazed at Benedick with sheepish curiosity.

“Yes!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop saying that!” Benedick exclaimed with an aggravated sigh. “Really. It’s fine. I understand.” He ran a hand through his hair and tried to smile at Oren. “I get it. Friends, yeah?”

At the word “friends” Oren’s face fell. “Oh. Well actually. That’s not quite– what i mean is, I just thought…”

“Arrggghh.” Benedick’s eyebrows shot up, and he threw his hands in the air. “What do you want, Oren! Because I sure as hell have no idea. For months I thought you were into me and wanted to date me. But apparently your bi bracelet doesn’t mean anything. And now you’re saying you don’t want to be friends. So please. Just tell me What You Want.”

“Um. I want to kiss you?”

Benedick’s anger deflated, and wide-eyed, he said a small, “Oh.” And then, “Right.”

Oren laughed and tilted his face up to press his lips against Benedick’s.

After a moment, Benedick stepped back, feeling dazed and giddy. “So. What does this mean?” he asked.

“It means I’m really sorry about leading you on and about how I reacted to the kiss. It means I’d like to be your boyfriend. If you want.”

“Boyfriend?” Benedick felt a happy warmth spread through his body. “Well, since you’re practically throwing yourself at me, and you seem so desperate, yeah, I guess I’d be okay with that.”

Oren rolled his eyes but smiled as his boyfriend smirked at him.

“Hey, Oren? I think I need to tell you something.”

Oren looked up and frowned at Viola’s serious expression. “Okay.”

Viola took a deep breath and then told Oren everything. After they were done, Oren shook his head in amazement.

“Oren? Say something.”

“Something,” Oren said reflexively. “Sorry,” he added. “I just meant… wow. That’s a lot. I can’t believe you planned all that out.That’s super intense.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“But you didn’t hide it from me because you like didn’t trust me, right?”

“No, of course not! It’s just that when I first got here I didn’t really know you but then when I did, I’d already been lying to you for so long. And I was worried about what you’d think. And I thought you might like… freak out about it.”

“Freak out about it? Yeah, that’s fair. I’m definitely feeling some urges to freak out. But I think I can handle them. Yeah. I’m handling.”

Viola smiled at him. “Thanks. Really. I mean it.”

“Hey, you’re still my best friend. Of course I’ll try to avoid freaking out for your sake.”

Viola laughed, and Oren pulled them closer to wrap his arms around them in a hug. They stayed like that for a moment, and then Viola shrugged out of his embrace.

“Sooo,” Viola said, grinning at Oren evilly, “Benedick huh?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Oren said, batting away Viola’s pointing finger but unable to stop the goofy smile that spread across his lips.