#the more i see remus being turned into a greek god the more i wanna write him as a pathetic wet rag

[padfootastic]

I am so curious about the spite fics that you mentioned???? How many are there?? Will you publish them??? Are they making fun of wolfstar??? I am so down to read them

hsbsajbsjb anon!!! i love this excitement lol

i have…a few in mind, ngl. most of them come from me reacting to headcanons/fics i don’t like.

i wrote a oneshot years ago where remus apologises to sirius and he doesn’t accept. i wanna rewrite that, for one, because it’s quite terrible in hindsight (no matter how much i like the concept)

there’s another which is like, harry confronting remus (that one i might try to fit into my mc, actually). another one like this is remus trying to form an actual relationship with harry but he’s given up on the man because ‘you’ve had all this while to do it, where were you?’ and remus realising he’s offering too little, too late. that one has two branches—harry reacting with apathy/indifference, and him reacting with anger.

(also, i was thinking of this aprils fools fic where i wrote a crack r/s fic using all the dynamics we don’t like lol that fizzled out once i realised aprils gone)

clearly, we’ve got a lot of ideas. if only i could muster the will to write them lol

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hey, sweetie! I came across your account and found your stories are utterly amazing! I can't get enough re-reading all over again; it's very very great! I was hoping if I could make a req? If only you don't mind!

Can you do the marauders (yes, prongs moony and padfoot) smut where they accidentally use degrading kink but the reader is hurt and she ended up crying because it makes her very insecure because she's nothing but just a fuck toy? I don't hate the idea of such kink but I'm not fond of being degraded even though it doesn't mean any harm. maybe they will praise her and cuddle until she's completely calm down. i really like fluff ending❤ thanks!

pairing(s): james potter x remus lupin x sirius black x reader (foursome) 

warning(s): 18+, foursome, double penetration, oral (male receiving), anal, degradation, praise, lots of cum, cute cuddles 

word count: 1.9k

a/n: oh my god. when i got this request i literally had to pause and reread it so many times because it sent me spiraling. too good. thank you for this because i know exactly what i’ll be daydreaming about for the next week! i’m the same way about degradation (i don’t want it unless i’m really in the mood) so i can totally relate. i just hope i did it justice. enjoy! 

“C’mon, puppy, sit right here like a good girl,” Sirius instructed, giving a pointed nod to his erect cock. He was lounging back on his bed, one hand propped behind his head, his raven hair wrapped up in a messy bun. He looked like a Greek God and he didn’t even have to try. 

You made your way up the bed, straddling his waist and hovering your core above him. You were already dripping wet with the anticipation of what these boys were about to do to you. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, but here you were. 

You were hovered above Sirius’ cock, Remus making his way up the bed behind you, and James was off to the side, stroking his cock and content with waiting until you were ready to take it. The night you four had planned was triple penetration to the ultimate proportions. 

You sunk down onto Sirius’ cock, feeling him stretch you and fill you so beautifully as he always did. All of their cocks were amazing, but Sirius’ was the perfect amount of thickness that you needed. 

“Fuck, you never stop being tight no matter how much we stretch you. Just the perfect little hole for us,” Sirius said roughly, his large hands coming to grip your hips and grind you down onto him, getting you settled on his cock. 

Remus was the next one with his hands on you, pushing you forward onto Sirius’ chest until you were completely exposed to him. He could see the spot where Sirius was entering your body, stretching you out completely, and he could see exactly where his own cock would be going - right into your tightest hole, already being stretched with a plug. 

He worked it out gently, all three of them listening to you whimper into Sirius’ neck as he pushed and pulled, teasing you, until he finally removed it. 

“That’s a good girl. Stay just like that and quiet to be our little toy,” James commented, reaching over to brush some hair out of your face. You keened at the attention, but his choice of words made you flush red with embarrassment. You knew logically you were more than just a hole or a toy for them, but hearing it made you question what their intentions were nonetheless. 

Next thing you knew, you could feel Remus’ cock at your entrance, slowly pushing in. It wasn’t as bad as you had expected, the boys had prepped you well, but the additional stretch and sting made you wince lightly despite your moan. 

Remus roughly grabbed your arms and pulled you back so your back hit his chest harshly as he bottomed out inside of you. You were now successfully taking both of their cocks which made your head spin with arousal, but his words sent you spiralling. 

“Oh don’t act like you’re in pain. That won’t work with us. We know you're just a filthy slut so you’ll take it like one,” Remus said, beginning to slowly roll his hips against your ass, forcing you to grind on Sirius’ cock in return. 

Regardless of how his words made you feel, you couldn’t stop the moan from falling out of your mouth, effectively proving him right. When you looked down at Sirius, you knew he could see the tears beginning to form in your eyes, but he disregarded it to begin thrusting up into you, your head falling back onto Remus’ shoulders. 

“Fuck she feels so good,” Sirius moaned. “Prongs, she’s ready for you,” he said, looking over to his messy haired friend. 

Once that was said, Remus released your arms and you had to flail to stay upright, clutching Sirius’s shoulder. You weren’t there for long before James grabbed a chuck of your hair from the root and pulled you down sideways, your mouth lining up with his cock. 

“Open,” was all he said, treating you indifferently. Something you were not used to and not a fan of. You did what he asked regardless though, hoping if you proved that you were good their attitudes would change. 

Once your mouth engulfed James, all three of them let out a moan in sync, getting off on the fact that all of them were inside of you at the same time. 

“Look at her,” Remus rumbled out, “just a filthy fucking whore taking all of us.” 

You whined around James’ cock in protest, but the vibration only made him moan and pull your head in further, your nose now flush up against his skin. A tear slipped down your face, both because of the urge to gag around James’ cock and because of their unexpected treatment of you. Sure they had degraded you before, but never this much, never all of them at once, and always mixed with praise. This was different and you didn’t like it. 

“Look at her,” James started with a breathless laugh, continuing to fuck your throat raw, “she’s even crying for it like the pathetic slut she is.” 

That’s what did it. That’s what had you pulling off of James with a sob, struggling for breath with tears pouring down your face. “Stop, please stop,” you begged quietly, praying that one of them believed you. 

Thinking back, you were all stupid to never have a safeword for these situations but nothing like this had ever come up before. They were always so good with reading you, knowing exactly what you needed. You weren’t sure what went wrong this time. 

Thankfully, James didn’t go to reach for you again and Sirius and Remus immediately stopped giving you the delicious friction they had been providing inside of you to turn towards your face. 

You collapsed against Sirius’ chest in a fit of sobs and he was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you close. You could practically feel the panicked looks being passed between them, but they were all quick to jump into action. Remus was running his hand along your back, but he never pulled out, they knew how much you hated them pulling out before you were ready. You felt the bed dip and James sat down at Sirius’ side, a hand coming up to brush through your tangled hair. 

“What happened, love? What’s wrong?” Sirius asked softly, his lips brushing against your neck. 

“Too mean,” you whimpered out, not looking up at any of them. 

“We were being too mean to our sweet girl? You want us to be nice while you’re our good girl?” Remus asking, lips brushing your shoulder blade before he pressed a gentle kiss on your skin. 

“Please,” you said with a final shaky breath, looking up at the boys while your tears dried. 

“You sure you want to keep going?” James asked gently, his thumb coming up to brush the tears off of your face. 

“Please. Please, it felt so good,” you begging shamelessly, grinding down on Sirius and Remus’ cock for good measure, just to prove how much you wanted to keep going. 

“Fuck, okay okay,” Remus said, choking on a laugh when he felt how tight you were against him all over again. 

“Ride us just like that pretty girl. You’ve been so good for us all night. Letting us fuck you and strecth you like this. So good,” Sirius mused, really laying it on thick in his attempt to rectify his mistakes as he grabbed your hips harshly, overwhelmed with how tight you were. 

“You wanna use your mouth again, love? Or just your hand?” James asked, gently turning your face to his using a knuckle. 

You didn’t even reply, just bent over sideways once more and opened your mouth, tongue out. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” James said with a chuckle, gently working your mouth back onto his cock until he was lodged down your throat. 

They never stopped the rough treatment, but the words they were saying were affecting you so much differently now. Rather than making you question yourself and your place with them, they were making you feel so good and loved and safe. 

The way they were ravishing your body made you feel heavenly. The way Remus and and Sirius’ cocks were dragging in and out of you made your head spin and your core tighten, dangling on the edge just waiting to be tossed over. James’ cock down your throat gave you a fraction of power over at least one of them, knowing all of his pleasure was coming from your body. Truly, all of their pleasure was, but you were working hard for James. 

“Fuck you feel like a vice,” Remus groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he rolled his hips against you in a steady pace. You could feel the way him and Sirius’ cocks were dragging past each other through the thin walls inside your body, making you tremble with the thought of being so full of them. They were practically splitting you open, but oh what a way to go. “Let go for us, Y/N. Fuck, I can feel how close you are.” 

It didn’t take long after that. One, two, three more pumps from each of them and you were spiralling over the edge and into your release. You pulled away from James to let out your loud cry of relief and he readily took over to work his own cock, aiming it directly at your open mouth. In the rush of your release, you could feel yourself being filled with cum in all your holes. Warm rope after rope of cum gushed into your core and your mouth, completely filling you up from all angles. 

Being that full of their cum made you tremble, but you finally worked your way down from the clouds and collapsed against Sirius’ chest once more. 

It took all of you a minute to even feel coherent, but finally Remus was pulling out of you slowly. You could feel a rush of cum leave your body and trail down your thighs and onto the bed. You weren’t even sure whose bed you were on anymore. You whimpered at the feeling, both the unsatisfactory feeling of misplaced cum and the feeling of being empty after so long. 

Sirius went to pull out next, but you shook your head aggressively, needing to feel close to one of them after all of that. “Please don’t,” you begged softly, unable to give him a reason at the moment. You were a mixture of overwhelmed and still in a comedown, you just needed to be close. 

“Alright, don’t worry. You can stay here as long as you’d like puppy,” Sirius told you, shifting so the both of you were laying on your sides, getting you comfortable on the bed beside him. James crawled into the bed behind you, and Remus moved to relax against the headboard, pulling your feet into his lap to lightly massage them, relaxing you further. 

“You did so good for us tonight, love,” James said, moving his body so his chest was against you back, boxing you in. “We didn’t mean to upset you at all. You’re always good for us. You know that, right?” 

“I know. It was just too much in the moment,” you tried your best to explain. 

“We’ll talk about it later, yeah? We should have a word for if that happens again,” Remus suggested, quick to bring up what you had already been thinking about. You gave a small nod into Sirius’ neck, which he relayed to the boys. 

“Get some rest, pup. We’ll be right here when you wake up,” Sirius told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before moving to pull a blanket over the both of you, never pulling out once just as you wanted. 

Because you always got what you wanted from your boys. 

[canon-transgender-virgil]

Check In (Intrulogical)

A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!

Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.

Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort

Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.

The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?

He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.

“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.

“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.

“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”

“We are not friends.”

“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”

Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”

“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.

“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.

Remus frowned. “No, actually.”

“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”

“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.

“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?

“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”

“...what about?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”

Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”

“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.

“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”

“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”

“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.

Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”

“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”

“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”

“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”

“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”

“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.

“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”

“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”

Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”

“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.

Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.

“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”

That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”

“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn���t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”

“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”

“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”

Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”

“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.

“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.

The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.

“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”

“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.

“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.

“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”

“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”

Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”

“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”

Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.

“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”

“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”

“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”

“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.

“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”

The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”

The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.

“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.

“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.

Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.

Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”

“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”

“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.

“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.

“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“...Lo?”

“Yes…?”

“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.

The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”

“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”

“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”

Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”

“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”

That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”

“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.

“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.

“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”

Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”

Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”

“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”

“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”

The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”

The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”

“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”

Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”

Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.

“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.

“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”

“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”

“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”

Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”

“The Coraline thing?-”

“The thing before the Coraline request.”

“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.

“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.

“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”

Logan nodded slowly.

“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”

The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.

Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.

The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

**The next morning**

Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.

He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?

Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”

The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”

“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.

“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”

“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”

“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”

Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”

“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.

The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”

The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”

Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”

Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-

“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.

“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”

The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”

“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”

Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.

“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.

“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”

“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”

“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”

“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”

Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”

Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”

Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”

The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”

The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”

Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”

[clearlynotjanus]

Loceit Appreciation Week: Day One, Hobbies

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Chapter Summary: Through three accidental bonding moments over their usually solo hobbies, Logan & Janus realize they have a bit in common & enjoy what the other has to offer.

CW: Food mention, NSFW insinuated very briefly, Greek mythology Word Count: 6497 Genre: Gen Rating: Gen Ships: Slowburn Loceit, slowburn Intruloceit, pre-established Intrulogical, pre-established Dukeceit

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Without any effort made to conceal himself, Janus observed Logan and Remus from the kitchen pass through. Cynically his eyes measured the almost formal distance between the lovers on the couch. There was no need to guesstimate their familiarity; Remus gushed every chance he got about their private life but Janus was still nosey as ever. He leaned forward there with an elbow bent across the counter, the other propped up with an apple brought to his mouth every so often with a satisfying crunch. His gaze switched between keen on their movements and hazy as trains of thought whisked him away. 

Janus was aware his staring made Logan uncomfortable in these moments. He shifted, glanced in Janus’ direction, cleared his throat, pushed his glasses back unnecessarily, all as though being perceived so closely was an entirely new concept; but that was just another reason to continue. This was, after all, the Dark Side; his side, and far be it from Janus to let Logan forget that detail. Besides, it wasn’t like he was a peeping Tom, leering as their casual afternoon became intimate. No, whenever that occurred, Janus was out of the room faster than Remus could get it up.

Today was tedious in its domesticity. Remus scribbled like a madman with furious scritchscritchscritches in a notebook that seemed to change positions whenever Janus looked at him, specifically. Logan rested his head gently against a loosely balled fist. With a quiet schwiff every couple of minutes, he turned a page of the book in his lap. The room was silent otherwise.

Crunch. Schwiff. Scritchscritchscritch. Crunch. Schwiff. Scritchscritchscritch. Crunch -- The apple was finished and the sticky core was disposed of.

“Logan,” Janus called suddenly in a sweet tone as the trash’s lid closed. 

The Side in question stayed silent; either to finish the line his eyes were currently on or to give Janus a taste of his own uncomfortable medicine. Either way, Janus rounded the kitchen corner and balanced a hip against the arm rest next to Remus. A gloved hand idly found its way into his partner’s curls; thoughtlessly, Remus leaned into the feeling, but remained otherwise unresponsive, clearly content with his scribbling. Logan finally blinked up. His expression seemed indecisive between exasperated and dubious, with a predictable amount of disinterest.

“What is it you’re reading?” Janus asked, brows and chin raised with an amount of intrigue that Logan didn’t immediately trust. Not to say Logan didn’t trust Janus individually, but even if he was the Side who understood Deceit the best, there was still quite a bit of water under this particular bridge -- or, uh, whatever idiom would fit here.

Instead of responding verbally, Logan held up the blue and black cover for Janus to read himself; which he then did. With a slightly cocked head, the words were enunciated slowly.

“Born Under Saturn. The Character and Conduct of Artists; A Documented History From Antiquity to The French Revolution,” Janus blinked back up at Logan’s face, digesting the rather wordy sentence. “An analysis of historical artists?” He attempted to boil the topic down to something more … succinct as Logan lowered the book again.

“Basically,” He allowed, eyes poised to resume his reading.

Janus hummed with peaked interest and continued to watch as Logan’s demeanor receded from vaguely conversational to studiously mute once more. In truth, it sounded like a rather compelling read. Being Thomas’ Sides, of course, they were all inclined to art in some way; for the more left-brained Sides such as Janus and Logan however, the critique and reasoning behind the art and associated artists compelled them more frequently than the act of creating art, itself. 

“What’s the part about Saturn?” Janus asked with knitted brows, the hand in Remus’ hair going still as he interrupted again after a moment. This question seemed to get Logan going as he shifted in his seat.

“Well, I had assumed from the title that the study would be centered around evidence pertaining to when and where artists were born, alluding to the hypothesis that Saturnian positions and dispositions resulted in a certain type of artistic character,” Logan explained, annoyance bleeding into his tone as he placed the back of his hand on the page he was currently on in a humorless gesture.

“And I take it from your very contented mood that that’s exactly what the book is about,” Janus teased reflexively, taken aback by Logan’s sudden enthusiasm. Perhaps, Janus thought, he hadn’t been so bothered by being stared at and was simply wrestling with his expectations of the text.

“Ha ha,” He laughed dryly; the sound made Janus smirk. “Saturn is, unfortunately,” Logan waved his hand at the book, “Just a metaphor here.”

“A metaphor for what?” Janus pressed gently, giving a final tug of affection to Remus’ hair before retracting his hand; sensing the appendage being stolen, the distracted Creativity leaned to follow the stimulus until it was far out of reach. Janus turned away and sat delicately on the shallow coffee table in front of Logan, who then paused.

He didn’t wonder why Janus was interested in this topic; after all, he thought, philosophy and theoretical debate were right up Janus’ alley. Additionally, they were speaking about metaphors, he rationalized. Logan didn’t need to understand nor regularly use the literary device to know its practical application, particularly to Deceit who always spoke in those encumbering and roundabout ways. What Logan really paused for was a moment of recognition that after years of distant silence, they were embarking on a rather cordial discussion.

“The melancholic,” Logan explained.

“So not the Roman god?”

“Well, yes and no, but for the comparison to make sense, no is easier,” Janus nodded and crossed his legs, listening with intent held in his brows. “It is a tad convoluted but the theory relates to the history of the four humors,” Janus gave a soft, one-noted hum and Logan nodded. “After all, the Greek etymology for the word melancholy is melas, meaning black and kholé meaning bile; black bile, of course--”

“Being one of the four … fluids,” Janus scrunched his nose distastefully, “Associated with the four humors,” He finished his interruption, gesturing with a loose wrist. 

“Exactly,” Logan breathed with a surprised half smile.

“So what does Saturn have to do with black bile?” Janus asked reasonably.

“Well that part goes back to the interpretive study of Astrology,” Janus tilted his head with surprised interest. “Which, despite its dubious plausibility today, played a frequently understated role in the founding of modern science, especially modern psychology.” Logan paused, watching Janus’ face shift subtly in thought. 

“Forgive my relatively ignorant knowledge of Astrology,” Logan nodded permissibly as Janus began to piece the theory together with slow words, “But I guess what you’re saying, or rather, what you expected the book to say, is that artists all suffer from a melancholic disposition?” Logan hummed and shook his head, causing Janus to purse his lips. 

“Again, yes and no. The book is saying that, to some extent.”

“You had just been expecting the evidence to be reliant on literal Saturn rather than...whatever they’re actually using,” Janus tried again and was rewarded with another half smile.

“Are you nerds done yet?” Remus piped up suddenly as Logan opened his mouth to continue. Janus’ head turned and the awareness in his partner’s eyes made his own narrow; how long had he been attentive to their conversation? “I wanna show Lolo what I made.”

“Quite, then,” Janus smiled curtly at Remus who beamed with knowing sarcasm in a way that only Janus would be able to detect. Rat bastard. “Another time,” He promised almost provocatively as a parting to Logan, who looked rather miffed and torn between continuing this unexpectedly stimulating conversation and tending to his boyfriend’s desires.

Janus stood before brushing invisible dirt off himself. “Have a wonderful afternoon, lovebirds,” Janus lilted, fingers wiggling in a goodbye wave as his back disappeared down the hall.

Logan blinked several times before inhaling and turning to Remus, who seemed a few moments more patient and perhaps a little more amused than usual.

- - - - -

Remus’ door having gone unanswered, when music began to softly crackle from the direction of the kitchen, Logan followed it with a vague intrigue. He paused in the entry, blinking at the four black-sleeved and yellow-gloved hands that flitted about the counter spaces. They rifled through the fridge and plucked from the cabinets with a sense of mindlessness from their owner, who stood at the sink. Using his natural two arms, Janus filled various bowls with water as he hummed along to the quiet, bouncy swing song that played from an antique looking gramophone Logan could’ve sworn wasn’t there yesterday. The scene was fascinating, from a scientific point of view; he had never considered how Janus’ many arms worked and seeing them here, stretching out and acting as though they had their own sentience piqued his interest immensely. 

For long moments, Logan watched silently before the arms retracted, bringing various items back to the workspace closest to Janus. Packets of gelatin, food coloring -- Logan squinted from his position; corn syrup? The answer to a question he hadn’t asked made itself apparent as he recalled a few various tidbits Remus had given him about his partner. Logan cleared his throat to get Janus’ attention, satisfied with his distant examinations.

“Oh,” The baker turned around, excess arms disappearing inside him with a flourish as they completed their purpose of fetching. “Logan, good morning,” Janus greeted in a sunny tone, though confusion hinted in his eyes.

“Good morning,” He returned, taking conservative steps into the kitchen. He nodded at the gelatin packets. “So this is the gelatin art Remus talks about,” Logan observed without question.

“Remus talks about it?” Janus asked, reserved happiness in his distracted tone as he stepped from the sink to the counter and began measuring out tablespoons of corn syrup.

“Frequently,” Logan confirmed, crossing his arms casually. The conversation came to a peaceful lull as Janus began to stir the syrup and water. Concluding that, he turned and took steps that placed him closer than usual to the other.

“What does he say?” Janus asked like a teen greedy for rumors, giving a sly glance from under his lashes as he paused. The moment lingered as he reached around Logan for the gelatin packets he stood in front of, meeting his eyes all the while. Suddenly, Logan couldn’t remember a single thing Remus had ever said. The tips of his ears reddened with a blush that creeped up the back of his neck. He swallowed against the dryness of his throat.

“Just that you enjoy making gelatin,” Logan responded after Janus had made his way back to the counter, his posture feeling as stiff and unnatural as his answer. He could see the disappointment in the way Janus’ lips pursed as he began dumping the neutral colored gelatin into the solution.

“Is that so.”

“Yes,” Logan cleared his throat and again felt that his response was lame. It made the air between them go stale. How did Remus manage to speak with Janus so casually and with so much enthusiasm? Of course, he wouldn't be Remus without an absence of shame, but still; Logan found himself envying the fact. 

He was appreciative of the cheerful music that eased the awkwardness. Also that Janus didn’t seem to mind how apparently awful he was at idle conversations despite his desire to engage in them. After a few moments, Janus went back to humming as he repeated the task of pouring gelatin into the bowls and discarding the packets. As the heat in his face receded, Logan recalled more of Remus’ words over the time they had been dating. 

He always spoke very highly of his partner, which was to be expected. Janus was graceful, patient, and, quote, ridiculously smart. Despite taking everything Remus had to say with mounded tablespoons of realism flavored salt, examining Janus now and through the lens of their recent interactions, Logan would have to agree. 

“He has an awful habit,” Janus revived the conversation as one song faded into the next. He turned and leaned back against the counter; as he spoke, he slowly began turning the knob of a manual can opener against a can of condensed milk. “Of eating various inedible things,” Janus scrunched his nose and Logan exhaled. “You won’t believe the things he’s consumed over the years.”

“That’s why you make the gelatin, correct?” Logan asked, hoping this time his phrasing opened up the possibility for more elaboration.

“Mhm,” Janus hummed with a shallow nod and twisted the lid off before throwing it in the trash as well. He turned and stirred the thickened milk into the largest bowl of water and corn syrup. Discomfort washed over Logan once more as he began to realize the conversation had died again. His head fell but soon snapped up as Janus thankfully continued after a moment.

“Of course it doesn’t negate the problem entirely,” His tone was less annoyed than Logan would’ve thought. Though there was plenty of quiet frustration, mostly he sounded concerned and tired. “But I like to imagine it helps some at least.” 

“I think it helps more than you realize,” Logan offered slowly in a tone that was sure of itself despite the confusion in his brow. Did Janus not realize his instrumental intervention?

Remus never really shut up about how much he appreciated Janus. The various ways Janus managed him and his mental health over their lifetime together, how effortless Janus made it all look; Logan had to admit, hearing about it constantly was rather intimidating, especially at the beginning of their relationship. He had high expectations to meet if everything Remus said was true, and like he thought before, it was beginning to look that way as Logan got to know Janus for himself. Remus talked a fair amount about how much he appreciated Logan as well though, so he never did have much of a chance to get demoralized about it. Even so, gauging the dynamic between Janus and Remus without his interference was a bit startling as everything came into focus.

They flowed together easily; in the interactions Logan had witnessed, their affection always had a sense of routine and familiarity, but not in the stale way that felt boring after years of repetition. Perhaps, Logan began to think, it had clouded his view a bit and prevented him from questioning if Remus ever expressed his gratitude to Janus, directly. The likelihood that he didn’t seemed infinitesimal, and yet the doubt was still clear in Janus’ words. Was it that he didn’t believe Remus then?

Janus cautioned a look at Logan from over his shoulder, surprise and then confusion flashed across his features; exactly how much did Remus talk about him? He didn’t mind being complimented of course, he adored praise, but something about the idea of Remus jumping into a new relationship only to gush about him constantly didn’t sit right with him. Especially if that person was Logan. Who knew how Logan felt after all this time? Janus scrunched his nose and tossed the now empty can with a sense of distaste.

“I suppose he talks about me too much if you think that,” His tone was apologetic as he gave the mixture a final stir before turning to meet Logan’s eyes with a flashy smile. “Enough about all that though; would you like to help?”

Logan blinked, his mind catching up to the topic dismissal. “Help?” He repeated automatically before realizing what Janus meant. “Oh. No,” He unfolded his arms to wave a hand, shaking his head. “I’m not one for baking, I’ll just get in the way.”

“Nonsense,” Janus insisted, reaching forward to gently steal Logan by his sleeve. “If you need more motivation than just my requesting, think about how thrilled Remus will surely be knowing you had a hand in this batch.”

Logan let himself be pulled towards the workstation, not having it in him to refuse Janus’ smile and persistence more than once.

“I suppose you have a point,” He conceded with a sigh and Janus clapped his hands together quietly.

“Splendid,” he plucked the box of food coloring from the counter and pushed the dark blue dropper into Logan’s hands. “This is the easy part anyway. I trust you completely.”

Somehow, the implication of Janus trusting him made him pause, feeling his chest going warm. Logan stared down at the small bottle in his hands, feeling even more clueless now being involved than he had simply watching Janus; but Janus still trusted him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that Janus was trusting him on reputation alone, something the others consistently seem to find inconceivable. Not often was Logan trusted so explicitly, which was concerning to say the least, but function aside, the sentiment filled him with unexpected happiness. 

“Just get this,” Janus tapped one of bowls filled with water, corn syrup, and gelatin, “As close to this shade,” He then pointed to the blue swirl part of the Tide Pod resting between the various ingredients, “As you can get,” Janus finished with another disarming smile. Forcing himself to look away, Logan thought that at the rate Janus used that sort of charm on him like that, he’d never remember anything ever again.

“Okay,” He asserted slowly with a nod and unscrewed the small bottle. As he set to dropping small amounts of the dye before stirring and comparing the colors, Janus seemed to be doing the same with a shade of bright orange. “I suppose that’s good,” Logan ascertained after a few silent moments, holding the clear bowl up to his face for closer inspection.

“Flawless, I would say,” Janus complimented, completing his own color a second later. “Next,” He said slowly and reached to gather several of one kind of item that Logan didn’t immediately recognize, “We set the molds,” Janus explained as he neatly lined about a dozen purple, palm sized squares between them. Logan uttered a small, ah, in understanding.

He scanned the counter for a tool that would be useful here; the idea of pouring the liquid straight into the molds seemed rather silly and messy. If this were Patton, Logan wouldn’t put it past him, but Janus was far more structured, far more sensible.

“Should we use those?” Logan asked, reaching for the rather thick gauge baking syringes set to the side as Janus opened the molds to reveal a swirl shape identical to the signature Tide Pod.

“A step ahead of me,” Janus lilted with a nod, raising his eyes just enough to spot the syringes he planned on retrieving next. “Go on then,” He pointed his chin at the gelatin, reaching over Logan for a needle of his own. “I trust it’s fairly self explanatory for you.”

And it was; the entire procedure wasn’t particularly challenging, as long as Janus wasn’t smiling at him or charming him out of his brain cells. Logan drew up about half the syringe’s barrel and then held one half of the mold in his palm. Comparing it to the Tide Pod, he began to gently squeeze the blue solution along half of the swirl pattern, dragging it across the material for an even consistency. Janus smiled to himself, watching from the corner of his eye and began to do the same with his own orange gelatin, working from the opposite end of the line. 

“When it comes to the ones already filled,” Janus began as they approached meeting in the middle, though before he could finish, Logan interrupted knowingly.

“I suppose I should avoid picking the mold up so as to not disrupt the other side,” He guessed and positioned his syringe at a different angle, experimenting with how he should go about it now before settling on a method.

“Precisely,” Janus delighted quietly, moving behind Logan and out of his way to fill in the orange sides of the already completed blue ones. “Typically,” He continued as they settled back into a rhythm, “I just do both colors at once, holding it as you had started,” Janus glanced out of the corner of his eye; Logan looked so concentrated, it was impossible not to find the focus in his eyes adorable. For a brief moment, before Janus continued, Logan began to worry that he was getting in the way as he feared. If Janus had a certain way of doing this and he was doing it wrong, comparatively, then it was just as he thought; that he shouldn’t have gotten involved. 

“But I don’t quite mind this either,” Janus finished softly and Logan exhaled the breath he didn’t realize was being held. As the silence began to press on, he started to wish he could figure out something to say to Janus’ kindness. Then he wondered if this was how Remus often felt.

As Janus took Logan’s empty syringe and quickly rinsed both of theirs in the sink, he explained their next and final step before they would be placed in the fridge until completion. Sealing the molds with their domed, other half, they would repeat the filling action with the condensed milk and gelatin mixture.

“Simple enough,” Logan said as he accepted the syringe that Janus handed him with a smile. This time, Logan offered his own small expression before the two set to work. After a few silent moments, he continued with a rather impulsive question. “Does Remus ever help you with this?” Surely he did; in the same way Logan found it impossible that Remus never expressed his gratitude to Janus, he couldn’t fathom that the two didn’t enjoy this together.

“Oh, no, never,” Janus answered immediately with an appalled tone. Logan blinked, his hand going still as he again reevaluated how he perceived their relationship. “The first and only time I tried to get him to help,” He continued, his own hands pausing to stare wide eyed and offended at Logan, “He ate three of my molds!”

Logan couldn’t help the small smile that curved his lips, though he tried to dismiss it quickly by pursing them and looking away. The distress Janus clearly felt for something so simple was … a bit bewildering, but also very him, Logan decided. He got the sense that Remus would love to help, if he could, but that he had the habit of ruining Janus’ things in the process. With a heavy sigh, Janus went back to filling the molds and when Logan could keep the smile out of his voice, he continued.

“The other day he brought a few rocks from the Imagination to my room and asked what they were. He does that,” Logan glanced at Janus, “Stops by and asks questions like that, but when I located my geology kit, the first thing he did,” Logan smiled again, fondness creeping into his tone despite himself, “Was tear the handbook pages in excitement,” Janus clicked his tongue and shook his head, empathizing with the tragedy, but Logan continued, gesturing in small ways now. “It was completely illegible,” Logan paused, recalling the fear in Remus’ expression as he apologized profusely, handing the torn book back by the tips of his fingers. 

“Was?” Janus prompted quietly, watching Logan’s faintly passionate storytelling from the corner of his eye.

“At least for its intended use as a portable guide. If you pushed the papers together, you could piece the sentences but,” Logan paused again and shook his head, “He insisted on writing it, all of it. He took one of my notebooks right there and stared down at the little book and wrote everything he could make out,” Logan laughed dryly and resumed filling the mold he had stopped on. “I bet he has the entire handbook memorized now.”

“He adores you very much then,” Janus said without reservation, without even looking away from the molds. The conclusion caught Logan off guard and silence persisted as he waited for Janus to elaborate; but no such continuation came. Again Logan found himself holding his breath, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know that Remus loved him. He said it at least ten times a day. It just felt very different coming from someone who’s known Remus for so long, Logan guessed. It’s different when someone else can see love that easily.

“I know,” Logan whispered sentimentally after a while, and wondered in the enduring silence of their work if he should’ve said that Remus loved Janus very much, too.

- - - - -

Janus paused on the bottom step of the Dark Side stairs as he spotted Logan, bent slightly at the waist and jotting something down on a rather large stack of white paper. The astringent smell of Sharpies was unavoidable. While it certainly wasn’t new at this point for Logan to be found here on a casual basis, it was a bit strange that Remus wasn’t in the immediate area.

“Hello, Logan,” Janus greeted in a smiling tone as he continued into the room and approached the workspace that was their dining table. 

“Hello,” He returned the friendly gesture without tearing his eyes away or stopping his hand from drawing a simplistic symbol in one of the dated squares.

“What brings you here without your typical consort?” Now peering over Logan’s shoulder, Janus realized it wasn’t just any stack of paper he was writing on, but a wall calendar.

“Remus just went to the bathroom. He’ll probably be back in a few moments.”

Janus made a soft sound of understanding and continued to watch. Capping the silvery marker he had been using, Logan switched it out for a dark blue one. Intrigue growing, Janus observed as he neatly drew an open circle, then some complex looking arrow shape beside it. Next Logan drew an odd arch shape on the other side of the square beside another open circle, this one with a dot in the center. Then two smaller circles diagonal from each other connected with a single line. Finally, next to that symbol, he drew a half crescent moon. Janus’ brows furrowed delicately. 

“Logan, dear?” 

“Hm?”

“What on Earth are you doing?”

Logan blinked and paused before slowly standing from his leaning position. He … didn’t really know where to begin. Talking about his hobby with Remus was one thing; while his boyfriend readily listened to his enthusing and had even offered his artistic expertise in ‘livening up’ the calendar today, the idea of explaining it to Janus felt like a different beast altogether. Why was that? Logan observed his feelings on the matter, staring down at the calendar. The writing there was neither impressive nor sloppy, but a typical middle ground of insignificantly informative, in his opinion. Mindlessly, he brought the marker up to his chest and capped it with a decisive click. His stomach became uneasy imagining himself divulging eagerly, about anything, to Janus. Why was that?

“I’m,” Indulging in a pseudoscience? Partaking in something that is unreliable and interpretive at best? Having an indemonstrable belief system? Being less than serious? Logan turned to face Janus, his arms falling to his sides. “Calculating planetary positions and hypothesizing on their potential,” Spiritual? Emotional? “Financial, political, and interpersonal ramifications,” Logan’s heart raced. He counted the beats. One, two, three, fourfivesixseveneight--

“I see,” Janus said reflexively but then paused to digest the sentence. It sounded interesting enough to him; foresight was high on his list of well regarded practices. Whatever helped in that pursuit, Janus found at least a little compelling. Though he cocked his head slightly and gave Logan a once over. Was he acting rather … defensive? There was no lie in his words, Janus would’ve immediately known after all, but he got the sense that he wasn’t being painted the full picture here. 

A bead of sweat dripped down the back of Logan’s collar. Janus wasn’t looking at him in any specific way, there wasn’t anything interrogative about the silence, in fact Janus’ expression was rather polite. Logan had noticed at some point that Janus looked at him more like an equal than any of the other accepted Sides. In return, he had come to trust the intrigue frequently found in his expressions. And yet he was anxious. Why? Historically, talking to Janus had never made him nervous before, sharing in pastimes together hadn’t either, so … why did he feel like sinking through the soles of his shoes and never speaking about this, ever again?

“Well,” Janus broke the silence with his entertained tone. “You were always into space and such, I shouldn’t be surprised.” 

Logan inhaled through his nose, more suddenly than he meant to, and realized only now there was a tension in his hands as they twitched to relax. Janus didn’t see anything wrong with his description of the hobby, but the fact was that he didn’t know the whole story. Logan’s explanation was, of course, accurate; accurate enough to not count as a lie, but Janus’ suspicion was warranted. A suspicion that was much closer to curiosity than Logan realized in his paranoid attempt to seem and sound more serious than necessary.

“Yes,” He mumbled and turned back around to the calendar. Janus watched with narrowed eyes as Logan placed the marker back with the rest, seeming to have a particular order that they belonged in. After a pause, he diverted his attention to the open, beige colored notebook on the other side of the table. Logan began to lightly drag a finger along the bottom of a written line of symbols there. Janus could only assume he was committing their exact meaning to memory in a way only someone like Logan could.

“So tell me,” Janus interrupted again as he elegantly sat himself down at the table opposite Logan, whose train of thought halted abruptly. “What do those symbols mean?” Janus asked, cradling his cheek in his palm as he reached the other hand to point at the five dark blue markings Logan had made. Logan swallowed and blinked slowly, bracing himself. There was no way he made it out of this conversation with Janus’ opinion of him remaining positive.

Keeping his tone as neutral as possible, Logan then dragged his finger along each symbol as it was defined, meeting Janus’ inquisitive eyes with his own hesitant gaze.

“Full moon,” Open circle, “Sagittarius,” arrow. Logan directed his finger to the other side of the square, dictating that those two symbols didn’t correlate in a direct sense to the next three. “Gemini,” He continued, pointing to the odd arch shape, “Sun,” dotted open circle, “Opposition,” the two smaller circles connected by the thin line, “Moon,” Logan finished at the half crescent moon shape.

A puzzled look flashed across Janus’ face before the words connected like a puzzle, forming a sentence he understood theoretically but in no literal way; full moon in Sagittarius, Gemini sun, opposition moon … which was in Sagittarius then? Janus could only guess. These were phrases he’s heard before, of course, but Logan said them in a way that felt far more significant than any well-rated horoscope app had.

Logan let Janus ruminate on his explanation, hoping no more questions came at the detriment of his reputation. Again he started to consult his notebook, but it was only a few moments before Janus spoke again.

“So … what’s the significance of … all that?” He asked and Logan’s mind raced in the same way Remus, Roman, and Virgil could speak at a mile a minute.

“The significance,” Logan began after what felt like much longer than a moment of struggling to quiet his mind, “Is as I said; potential financial, political, and interpersonal ramifications,” He completed in a mumble before clearing his throat, unable to meet Janus’ eyes anymore, causing the latter to frown.

The fact that Logan was growing increasingly uncomfortable wasn’t lost on Janus, of course. He watched the gears churning in Logan’s mind as mental gymnastics were performed. It wasn’t a secret to Denial why he felt discontented currently; being taken seriously was paramount to this Side and everyone had a long history of finding Logic to be a joke. After years of being dismissed without advocacy, Janus could only hope to display a patience and interest deep enough for Logan to find himself comfortable in his presence again.

“As you said,” Janus agreed, dismissing that superficial statement. “But what about that one, specifically? It’s in blue so I assume it has some significance.”

Logan’s lips tightened; where did he even begin? Explaining the correspondence between phenomena and full moons? Diving into Jupiter’s mythology and Sagittarius’ significance to Thomas, personally, as his moon ruler? The unease in his stomach shifted up his throat.

“Oh hey, Dee!” Remus suddenly interrupted as he returned from down the hall. If Logan were a man of lesser self control, he may have jumped right out of his skin.

They both turned to blink at the entrance, Logan a second too late as Remus dotted an affectionate kiss to his cheek. Rigidly, he gave a half-lipped smile to the gesture.

“Lolo telling you about his nerdy Astrology stuff?” Remus plopped himself into a chair between them at the table.

“Just a little,” Janus said as he sat back and crossed his legs.  

“Booooo,” Remus cheered, giving Logan a thumbs down before grinning. He leaned over to peer at the dark blue symbols that were drawn while he was away. “Full moon in Sagittarius,” Remus read like he was fluent in this second language Janus had only just learned the existence of. “And uh,” He paused, cocked his head in order to read the markings easier, “Gemini sun, uh, what’s that one again, Lolo?” Remus pointed at the connected, diagonal circles. 

Janus narrowed his eyes. He got the sense that Remus could easily say what that sign meant, but had asked Logan in order to hear him talk about it. How sweet.

“Opposition,” Logan repeated like a sigh as he reached to scratch the back of his neck. “Since the sun is in Gemini for most of this month, it will be opposing the moon’s position in Sagittarius that day.”

“Does that spell trouble for Tommyboy?” Remus asked mischievously, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the unused seat behind Logan.

“On the contrary,” Logan responded, opening his mouth to continue but then quickly closing it as the corner of his vision registered Janus again. 

The frown on Janus’ lips grew deeper as he silently observed the two. It seemed to come down to him and his effects on Logan’s nerves; the assumption that he would dismiss him like Patton, Roman, and Thomas, or say that he was wrong like Virgil.

“Please,” Janus urged in his most genuine tone as he held up his hands like a white flag. “Pretend I’m not here, do carry on.”

Logan inhaled slowly and seemed to take his time believing that sentiment. Another mental stalemate began; Logan wrestled with the expectations he held himself to, the assumed expectations Janus had of him, and the misconception that his hobby would be seen as silly or less than in any way. The silence dragged on until Remus broke the tension once more.

“Yeah, c’mon Lolo. Dee listens to me rant about stupid shit all the time. He’s got the patience of a Saint, I swear,” Remus smirked at Janus, who then reached out to pull affectionately on his partner’s ear.

“Like I have a choice with you,” Janus mumbled fondly, lacing his voice with thick sarcasm. 

Quickly, Remus turned his head like a baited shark and bit after Janus’ hand as it was retracted, narrowly missing the appendages with his teeth. Janus rolled his eyes and Remus beamed before shifting in his seat and staring up at Logan expectantly.

Logan’s chest burned with some unfamiliar feeling as he watched the clearly loving display. Naming emotions certainly wasn’t his strong suit, but whatever it was tightened his throat and made swallowing difficult. As usual for him, the feeling was quickly pushed away.

Which caused it to land directly into Denial’s jurisdiction. Janus had long perfected the art of remaining stoic in the face of blindsiding emotions that weren’t his own; which of course included now, as the denial of jealousy swiftly punched him in the stomach. Janus’ breathing stopped as he waited for the familiar pang of envy to subside, knowing by instinct that the originator stood before him.

“I suppose,” Logan continued after a moment before clearing his throat. “It is on the contrary that Thomas will be experiencing anything negative on this day or the two previous days leading up to this full moon,” He reached to flip a page in his notebook, revealing a neatly drawn chart of dates and signs. His finger rested decisively next to three in particular. “The moon will be in Sagittarius, opposing the current sun sign; Gemini. This is particularly good for Thomas since he has a natal Sagittarius moon.”

“Laaaaaame,” Remus exaggerated belligerently. Having been through this before, Logan gave a renewed half smile, knowing Remus only found Thomas’ lack of misfortune ‘lame’ and not the inherency of his explanation.

Janus exhaled finally as the emotional turmoil in his stomach subsided with Logan’s contentment. His chin raised curiously, eyeing the revealed page. This all sounded fascinating. He got the feeling that there was so much more to this topic, and that he would be very willing and rather eager to listen to it all as long as it was coming from Logan.

“Tell me, Lolo,” Remus said in a dark voice, frantically leaning forward, splaying his palms on the table and disregarding the way his quick movement made Logan’s markers roll away. “Do your charts and shit say when he’ll die?”

“No,” Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. The air turned sweet and Janus’ brows raised despite himself. “Even if they did, I wouldn’t tell you. It’d be incredibly subjective anyway,” Logan gestured dismissively and turned away, catching sight of Janus’ intrigued smirk. The expression made him gulp. “It’s all incredibly subjective,” He continued, now in a mumble as he went to close his notebook. 

Hastily, Logan began to gather the haphazard markers like he planned on packing his project away for the day. Lie and jealousy aside, Janus found himself invested.

“Well,” He began as Logan took a step back from the table to stare at the floor, seeming to have lost a marker in Remus’ chaos. “I thought it was all rather … enchanting,” Janus flirted unashamedly, producing the green hued utensil between his fingers with a curled smile. Logan blinked, the tips of his ears going red. “You’ll tell me more sometime?” Janus insisted, turning the thing in his grip and offering it more pointedly.

Logan swallowed and reached to quickly pluck the object from Janus’ fingers. 

“Sure,” He sighed, suddenly feeling like he had agreed to something rather damning.

“Delightful.”

Chapter One || Chapter Two

[st0nesnglitter]

Random Marauders headcanons

Just things I wholeheartedly believe are true

James is a very picky eater, he just wants to eat chiccy nuggies and drink choccy milk

Remus is the residential ‘tea-maker’

He does it just right and knows how everyone wants it (with milk, steeped for extra long, honey etc)

James always uses too much sugar or honey, it’s basically a sweet potion

Sirius forgets about the bag and comes back an hour later to a pitch black cup of tea

Remmy is also the cook of the group

Since James is so picky cannot cook for shit

And Sirius is used to workers coming in with a billion courses for every meal so he has no idea what to do when you put him in the kitchen

All of them are academically smart but James is definitely not streetsmart

Himbo jock ™️

Sirius probably have ADD or ADHD and needs a lot of encouragement to do his homework, but when he does it it’s almost always perfect

Jamie loves picinics and they will plan a while coupe to try and steal food from the kitchen

It ends with the three of them sprinting out of the castle with bread and strawberries and a bottle of wine (the wine was not on their list and that was what made their plan fail)

Remus rather gets high at parties, feels like he’s got more control over himself but can still get a powerful buzz

James likes alcohol cause there’s a lot of mixes that taste like candy but can get him drunk

Sirius mixes and gets sloppy drunk, ends up on top of the frame of the fireplace and says he’s gonna try to do a flip

(But Remus picks him up and throws him over his shoulder before he can hurt himself)

If Sirius have a nightmare James will always crawl into his bed and cuddle him, petting his hair and letting him cry into his chest and making him feel safe enough to fall asleep again

Jamie have this irrational fear that Remus will turn when it’s not full moon and will keep an enormous stash of chocolate in the room to be ready if he ever comes in bloody and destroyed

They have a bet to see who can fling over the most mashed potatoes on Snivellous head without getting caught by any teachers

Remus builds a makeshift catapult that has impeccable aim but can only shoot a little at a time

James tries to get Xenophilius to throw it for him cause he is closer but gets disqualified by Remus

Sirius just takes a fistful and gets up on the table and throws it right in Snapes face

Kind of missed the mark on the whole ‘not get caught by the teachers’ but definitely wins the quantity category

Sirius writes poetry to help deal with all the shit he’s been through but doesn’t want anyone to know except Remus

Rem will read it and help encourage him, give him constructive criticism but most of all a bunch of praise

When Sirius comes out as bi he doesn’t really get the reaction he wanted, they all just looked a little dumbfounded

But the next day James, Remus and Peter walks down the corridors in a pink, purple and blue shirts, breaking the dress code to show Sirius their support

They are supposed to get detention but Minerva doesn’t have the heart to do it when they explained what the colors stood for

During summers they will all hang out outside, near the black lake, and James will pick flower and make flower crowns

He will put one on Remus when he is reading against a tree, and even though Rem gets sniffly from pollen he will keep it on

Sirius loves the crowns and will wear them during dinner and will take no shit from any Slytherin that is trying to mock him for it

All three of them have body issues

Remus hates his scars and have a hard time taking off his shirt to go swimming in the lake

Sirius thinks he’s too skinny, sure you can see some muscle but he never seems to bulk up, no matter how much he works out

James thinks he always can be fitter

Everyone knows him for a mountain of muscle so he feels like he can’t take a day off, doesn’t wanna disappoint anyone by not looking perfect

But they all try to help each other, help Remmy with healing up his new marks (but tells him that they won’t try to remove his old ones, that they are just as pretty as he is)

Help Sirius with showing him that he is strong and that he doesn’t have to gain weight and look like a greek god to be the hottest guy on Hogwarts

Help James realize that he shouldn’t do anything for other people and that his health comes first

Rem figures out how to work a batterypack and one thing lead to another and they can get a TV running in their dorm

So whenever they can go to muggle London they will try and get the coolest looking VHS’ and have bi-weekly movie nights

During one of these trips Sirius walks into a vintage store and just falls in love

He will try to go to every second hand store in London, only one who can stand being with him during those trips are James

Since James never learned to do his own hair properly (ever the mommas boy) Sirius helps him

He’s seen what Euphemia does hundreds of times and he adores the look of James’ defined curls

During the summer between sixth and seventh year they all stay at the Potter mansion

Remus is absolutely astonished by the library, kind of pissed off that James doesn’t appreciate the hundreds of books that always are at his disposal

Sirius and James spend a lot of time playing quidditch, not wanting Gryffindor to lose their last year at Hogwarts

And they will all gather around in the dining room every night for dinner, talk and laugh and drink whiskey

They’ve grown up, not drinking to get drunk but rather appreciating the flavor

(But in the end they get pretty drunk still)

There’s an overflow of lipbalm in the dorm

No one know who started their collection (and addiction) but in every nook there is a tube

[remusmainhoe]

sirius x reader

warning:smut, language.

not sure what it is, I wanna say friends, to lovers, but really I just got carried away. I hope you love it, I had fun writing it.

I was laying on the grass, near the black lake. The sun shined on the water, the warm breeze lifting the pages of my book, my mother had gotten me about medicine since she worked at st. Mungos, but I always preferred the greek mythology books my dad had left me. I saw him from a distance, sitting down on the grass, sheltered by the shade of a tree, his back relaxed against the bark. Two other girls near him were giggling at each other, stealing glances of him every now and then, their cheeks flushed with anticipation for his attention. Even from a distance, I could make out his face, unbothered by the girls, his dark, smooth hair dancing in front of his face every now and then. His eyes remained closed, his mouth carved into that faint grin he wore so much. James was next to him, his mouth moving, grasping the snitch before it got too close to freedom, and letting it go once more. Seeing how James ran a hand through his jet black hair, careful enough to leave it perfectly messy. Remus crouched down on the floor, eyes hungrily reading every word of the paper in front of him. A strand of his sandy brown hair on his face gone ignored, his hands grasping his quill, focused. Peter was watching James, as his hands clasp around the snitch for the 100th time.

I couldn’t help catching a glimpse of the boy, feeling like the other girls whose eyes also felt what I could only describe as a magnetic pull toward him. To me, he felt like a flame, you could appreciate it, and regard it as precious, but you know better than to get too close. I try to peel my eyes off him, staring back at the book in my lap. When my eyes tired of the words on the page that no longer meant anything, I looked up again only to find those piercing eyes staring back. The corner of his mouth lifting, flashing his teeth, his calculating eyes refusing to let me go. I tear away from him, refusing to give in. I stand up, picking up my things, and make my way back to the Gryffindor tower, rushing up the stairs to my dormitory. I laid in bed, refusing to acknowledge the way he made me feel. The butterflies that swarmed through my body, the warm feeling in my chest, because no one can have this much control over me. Falling asleep that night, his eyes being the last thought before I fall asleep, and my first thought when I wake up.

Waking up slowly, getting out of bed, taking the morning air deeply, letting it feel my lungs, and hoping it could erase that feeling he made me feel. The great hall filled with the first light of the day, my lids heavy as I sit down at the Gryffindor table. The table slowly filling up with students fueling up for the days' classes. I ate my breakfast in silence, lightly listening to the words the other girls were gossiping to me. When I felt those piercing eyes on me again, not wanting to believe my own senses, I ignored them. Lessons that day went by blandly and slowly, I plopped down on my chair in the astronomy tower at midnight. Opening my book to get ready for the lesson, I felt someone sit down next to me, I glanced quickly to see who it was.

“I hope this seat wasn’t being saved for someone else,” he says, clearly noticing the confusion on my face.

“Um, no, it's ok” I sputter out, he flashed another smile in response, in turn making those damn butterflies return, I fight the slight heat in my cheeks.

Before anything else can happen, the professor calls things into order, starting the lesson for the day. Any of the tiredness that I felt, fluttered away. the professor assigned us to fill a star chart of the different constellations with a partner.

“Well, what do you say, partner?” He said turning his body to my attention, certainty in his voice.

I had known him enough to know the charade he performed with other girls, making them stutter slightly, making their cheeks hurt with the smile he would cause. I was certainly not one to judge, for who could blame them? The way that he moved in a way that felt effortlessly yet still carried some precision, the way his words came out of his mouth like honey. The most frustrating thing that made it difficult to forgive him for the effect he had, was that he knew he was goddamn gorgeous, and he liked to see the effect he could have.

“I say, I'm tired, and I wanna get this over with,” I said, surprising myself.

His eyes flickered with something, his shitfaced grin refusing to leave. He turned to his telescope and started to get to work. His hand fidgeting with his quill, his other hand gracing the telescope. I turned my head back to my telescope, observing Perseus, Studying the made-up lines I imagined connecting the stars, picturing Perseus ‘the hero’ with his sword and shield. I started plotting the dots on the chart, his hand hovering on the paper before getting to work on another part of the sky. I then saw Canis Major, which wasn’t that hard to find due to the brightest star ‘Sirius’. Remembering the books I read on the stories and mythology of the stars. Picturing Laelaps the dog that always caught whatever it hunted. sent to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that could never be caught. Realizing that they were doomed to be the hunter and the hunted for eternity, Zeus turned them both to stone then placed them in the sky as the constellations Canis Major (Laelaps) and Canis Minor (the Teumessian fox). The irony, of course, is that they continue the chase in an eternal hunt, with Canis Minor rising in the winter skies about an hour before Canis Major, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Did you find a man on the moon or something?” Sirius’s voice pulling me back to the astronomy tower.

“Hmm?”

“You’re smiling at the stars” he pointed out, his eyes full of intrigue.

“Oh, it's nothing, I just like the constellations and the myths and stories they carry,” I explain focusing once more and filling out the star chart we were almost finished with.

“Like what?” He asked leaning closer as if it were a deep secret only he was to hear.

“Well… I like the pegasus,” I said drawing it on the star chart “The winged horse, in Greek mythology, used by Zeus to carry thunder and lightning,” I said not being able to hide an amused smile.

“ the stories become a bit tangled though, there are different stories about each of them…” I continued “like the birth of Orion, one story tells how his father was a poor shepherd called Hyrieus. Once, Zeus, Hermes, and Poseidon stopped by Hyrieus’ house. Hyrieus was so generous with his guests that he killed the only animal he had - an ox. Hyrieus was not aware that his guests were gods. The gods wanted to reward Hyrieus’ generosity by granting him a wish. Hyrieus’ biggest desire was to have a child. The gods told him to bury the hide of the bull he had sacrificed to them and to pee on it. After nine months, a boy was born in that place. The child became a very handsome and strong man. He became a very good hunter and threatened to kill all of the wild animals of the world, however, Gaia the mother of all animals was not pleased with his intention. Gaia set a giant scorpion on Orion, who soon realized that’s strength and sword were useless against the mighty Scorpio. Orion tried to escape, but was stung and placed in the stars along with the Scorpio set to chase him forever as a reminder from Gaia to protect the environment.” I stopped talking, realizing that who I had been ranting to. Instead of looking up to see a look of boredom, and annoyance that I was expecting to see, I was met with those eyes, laser-focused on me, his body slightly leaned in my direction.

“I told you, it's nothing, just random shit I think about” I dismiss it trying to not get sucked into his gaze.

“Is that we read so often outside near the lake?” He asked, not looking away from me.

“Among other things” I respond, before can think about it, I say “why do you care?”

He looked at me for a moment, “I don't” he said, and leaned back in his chair for a few minutes staring at the sky. Our star sheet laid out completed, and minutes to spare.

“But let's say I do,” he said leaning back toward me swiftly, his scent gracing my nose, my lungs filling lightly with cologne, leather, and cigarettes.

“Ok, humor me.” I say “what could Mr. popularity possibly have to care about? Apart from his hair”, I say, this time keeping eye contact.

“What do you have against my hair?” He said in the mocked offense.

“Nothing” I answer with slight sarcasm, slightly holding my hands up in defense.

I don't know what made me feel the need to not let him get to me. Hogwarts, although a big castle, I would always see how the girls would spoil him with love, and attention. I’ve read enough books, I don't want to be the “I'm not like other girls” bullshit, but I'm not gonna let him play his little game of cat and mouse.

He paused for a moment before speaking again, “well I just think that any book that can keep you from stealing glances at me, must be one hell of a book”

“Well, you think mighty big of yourself” I choke out a laugh, “you know, for a second there you had me,” I say without missing a beat.

“Is that so?” He countered.

Before I can say more, the lesson ends, I grab my things not trusting myself to say more. Getting to my dorm room, my head infected with him. His grin plastered on his face, with those eyes that see right through anyone. I'm not angry with what he said, it's what he made me feel that terrified me.

The next day, I sat at the Gryffindor table having breakfast, when I felt someone sit next to me. I turned and saw him sitting there, a bit further from his groupie.

“What are you doing over here,” I asked out of pure reflex.

“It is a free country” he responded as he served his breakfast.

“Yeah… sorry” he hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t my business, even if it was weird to see his hip separated from James. We ate in silence and headed to our first class, transfiguration, the moment I took my seat, he plopped down next to me.

“Ok, what’s your game here?” I ask him, frustrated that I even have to fight back a grin playing at the corner of my mouth. If he noticed, he didn’t say so.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. The class began, and we were assigned to transform bunnies into slippers. I managed to make some hoping slippers, with a tail at the back, Sirius chuckled at them.

“Don't judge them” I said, not even realizing I was smiling.

“I'm sorry,” he says, poorly hiding his amusement.

“Why don't you try it then” I challenge looking at his bunny.

“Ok, fine” he shrugged, with a swish of his wand, his bunny turned into a pair of slippers you would probably only find at a high-end store. “I could give you a lesson if you want” he teased.

“You know, one day you’re going to need slippers that jump,” I said catching my slippers, and transforming them back into the fluffy bunny.

The classes after that, he sat next to me, at first I thought he would come back to his senses and go back to his group, but after 2 weeks of laughing at his jokes in class, how he would pull a little prank, how he would know how to get me to start ranting about something, I didn’t think twice about it. He then started to sit with me in the library, and distract me from doing work. Later on, he and I would go out near the black lake where I once sat alone, I read to him the stories I held so deep to my heart. He would grasp every word of it.

It was inevitable, but after a while, I started to hang out with the others too. Remus and I would revise together, James would pull me into small pranks, and I would help Peter understand some of the charms he couldn’t do.

I tried not to think about the things I would feel when I saw Sirius. How I wanted to mess up his hair just a little bit because it was too perfect. How his laughter gave me a feeling of happiness that spread to my mouth that made me smile and laugh like an idiot. How I would think about the way that his muscles moved when he practiced quidditch with James, how his face looked chiseled by the gods.

I was back in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish as much work as I could before I realized that the common room was empty, looking up at the clock to see the hands read 3:30 in the morning. I was about to gather my things to head to my dorm and call it a night when I heard the door to the common room open. Turning around, I didn’t see anyone there, yet the door started to close on its own, the fat lady fast asleep. Before I can even process it, I hear a thump near the fireplace, and all of the sudden see Sirius on the floor, a cloak next to him. Before I can even question it, I see the scarlet red that trails on his white shirt, I felt my eyes open wide as I rush to him, my legs forming a mind of their own.

“Sirius?”

He looks up at me, “y/n.. I-“ he's cut off with a hiss of pain escaping his mouth as the blood trails down.

“Take off your shirt so I can see”

“Isn’t that a bold request” he forces a teasing smile.

“Your a wanker” I say trying not to laugh, my heart still racing. “You know what I mean”

He lifts the white shirt, if it weren’t for the gash on his torso, I could have been easily distracted by the way that his muscles moved. The way that the low light of the fireplace reflected off his skin, the way that his skin glowed from a slight sheen of sweat.

“Stay here, ill be right back,” I say getting up, he grabbed my hand before I could move.

“You can't get any help,” he said, his voice laced with panic.

“It's ok, I have some bandages in my dorm,” I said. I rushed up to my trunk and grabbed what I needed, my mother always made sure I was prepared and was eager to teach me everything she could about her work. I rushed back to the common room, kneeling next to him. My fingers slightly shaking from the initial shock. The scratch was deep, so I started to work on some charms that my mother had taught me. Sirius was laying down on his elbows. After healing the wound as much as I could, I grabbed a small towel, drowning it in water, and brushing it lightly on his dark red blood now rusting slightly on him.

“How do you know all that?” He asked, I hadn’t noticed him looking at me.

“My mum” I answered wrapping him up in bandages. “How does it feel?” I asked

“Loads better” he answered.

“You better get some rest, take the bandage off tomorrow in the morning, if it hasn’t healed completely tell me,” I said, “did you lose a lot of blood?” I asked starting to examine him to see if he was paler than usual”

“I'm ok y/n, thank you,” he said, “aren’t you gonna ask me why I was butchered, or why I'm out at 3 in the morning?” He asked.

“If you want to tell me, id be glad to hear it, but it's non of my business” I answered honestly, he looked at me relieved, “thank you, it's not really my secret to tell”. He was sitting up a lot straighter.

“I get it,” I said sincerely.

“Why are you up so late?” He asked.

“I was just working a bit, got carried away. I was on my way to my dorm when you stumbled in” I smiled.

“Yeah, sorry bout that”

“It's nothing, my mum would probably thank you for giving some medical practice” I joke.

“Glad to help. It's hypnotizing seeing you so focused.” He said

I laid in my bed that night, feeling guilt for knowing that I got so close to the flame I promised myself I wouldn’t touch, yet also feeling a sense of relief that he was ok.

The next morning I sat in the morning, not being able to help myself, wanting to know how he was. He came downstairs, the look of surprise evident in his eyes at seeing me waiting for him.

“Y/n,” he said.

“Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know if you were ok”

“Yeah, It's healed” he answered making sure only I could hear him.

“That’s good… well I just… I just wanted to make sure”

“Thank you again,” he said, taking a step closer.

His eyes were piercing right through me, his hand hovering slightly over mine. I leaned up and kissed him, my hand over his jaw, my lips on his, my tongue tasting him like a drug I never knew I was sober from. His lips welcoming me, I snapped back into reality and pulled away, his eyes still close leaning in my direction.

“I'm sorry… I … sorry” was all I could spit out, I made my way back to my dorm feeling like a fool for thinking that a guy like Sirius would like me, that he regarded me any more different than the other girls that touched those same lips. I had been stupid, I had burned my house I worked so hard to protect, on that flame yet what scared me was that I would do it again. His hand grabbed my wrist. before I knew it, those lips met mine again, but this time they were prepared. He pulled apart just enough to speak.

“I want you y/n”

“You already have me”

I couldn’t even think about how stupid I was being, how cheesy this all was, because when his hands lingered on my waist as his lips enraptured me all thoughts and common sense went out the window. Up in his dormitory he closed the door, we both knew everyone would be in lessons. My hands tangled in his hair finally getting a chance to mess it up. His hands sliding my shirt off as he unclipped my bra, and I took his shirt off, and he pulled down my skirt, I slipped out of my shoes. For a moment he looked at me, revealed for him, exposed.

“My merlin you’re even more gorgeous than I thought,” he said breathlessly. I could feel myself blush, he started to massage my breasts, and I let out a moan. I unbuckled his belt and felt him hard for me. All this time I thought he was in control, yet he felt the same things I felt. I slipped a hand removing his trousers enough to relieve him a bit, he let out a low growl and I throbbed. He moved my panties, starting to draw circles on my clit making me unravel. I laid on his bed, pinned down beneath him, he stretched me out, and I let out a gasp of pleasure. His mouth began to play with my nipples, placing hickeys everywhere because I was his. I bit down a moan.

“Don't hold it back love, I wanna hear you scream” he said in my ear. His movements making the pleasure in my abdomen build-up, but I knew he would tell me when I could cum for him.

“Sirius” his name coming out of my lips like water.

“Cum for me darling”

[ladyvesuvia]

BESTIE im sorry for sending so much stuff but can i have a 🍸 out with someone with remus pls sjdhsjhd i know u already know me but I'll send in a description abt me anyway

my pronouns are she/her, i have green/gray eyes and brown long/medium-lenght wavy/curly hair. im a enfj-t/infj-t. i love to make people laugh, im a bit stubborn sometimes, i always try to be funny and love being creative. my fav hobbies are drawing, painting, playing video games, singing, dancing (not that im good at it tho), writing and playing my electric guitar (i usually play it unplugged tho, since im kinda lazy to grab my guitar amplifier lol) . my fav aesthetics are cottage core and light/dark academia, i love looking at the moon and stars and i'm a hopelessful romantic.

ty jet/bev/geraldine

DON’T BE SORRY I LOVE IT BAEFY <3333

this is pretty long so get ready ;))

HOW THE TWO OF YOU MET

it’s canon that remus has a thing for interesting people. of course, everyone loves people who are cool and have something to show, that’s a given. but when remus is fascinated by something, oh my god.

the first time he saw you was when you passed by his train compartment, carrying all your luggage in one hand and an open sketchbook in the other. from there he could see one of your drawings but not enough. when it was your turn to be sorted to your house, (and although he hated to admit this) he listened closely and crossed his fingers that you’d be sorted to gryffindor but sadly, you weren’t — you were sorted to ravenclaw!

so now whenever someone mentioned ravenclaw, he thought of you. it was kind of like a happy crush at first. by fifth year, remus became a prefect and you were carrying around muggle toys that were distracting the other students (remus was hella interested) so a teacher told him to confiscate your stuff.

he was nervous because ofc he didn’t want to ruin his chances with you but that went out of the window as soon as he began tucking all your stuff away in his own bag and you had already begun ignoring him and whatnot.

THAT was your first interaction with each other, much to his dismay. once he was back to his room, he hesitantly checked out your trinkets and was even more impressed like these toys???? BRO. yep mans was in love

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HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP

— i like to think you two were really good friends first after he flew to beside the ravenclaw tower in james’s broom (they were so supportive omg) with great struggle and knocked on your mist-stained window. you were a bit scared but stood up to look for the source of the sound, jumping at the sight of remus lupin by your window, struggling to keep hold of it. that’s when you two finally became friends ;))

— afaik remus is also an INFJ and i know for a fact that INFJ-INFJ relationships work and so do ENFJ-INFJ ones! i think you two would be the pair who always say “oh i love to be challenged” but only end up always agreeing with each other

— you suck at getting the hint so when sirius advised remus to pose like a greek god whenever you’re holding your sketchbook and you don’t draw him he’s like “oh that’s ok haha” *internally dying* i mean not that i’m expecting but…🥲

— it was when you started dating him in 7th year that you showed him the drawings of him you’ve done over the years. HE COULDN’T BE MORE IN LOVE AT THIS POINT IANDHRIW and he’d just be all “merlin, i’m so lucky.” and you, the weirdo that you are, would pull out a gift and tell him, “i thought you’d say that.”

— you taking the marauders to the arcade or playing those mid-70s arcade games is one of the biggest highlights of both of your lives. while you left the other three to play with those racing ones, you’d take remus to these ones

— and i think you two would have the “i’ll make you less scared of the moon. no, in fact, i’ll make you think of me when you see it!” ok wait i think i wanna write this HAHAHAHA

— anyway yea. him just watching you with heart eyes while chilling in your room as you tune your guitar. sometimes, he’d even offer to plug the amplifier himself just because he wants to hear you play :))

[death-himself]

All Tied Up

Part of the Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist AU!

Summary: Roman doesn't understand why he has a human foot as a soulmark, but Remus finds it hilarious

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Remus being Remus, Small discussion of sex near the end (thanks Remus), Spiders, Talk of eating people, Dead bodies

Word Count: 2,335

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What...the fuck...is that.

As Roman stared down at his chest, his mind grew increasingly confused. Last night, he had been preparing for the most perfectly placed soulmark in the world. He had daydreamed about his soulmate caressing his cheek, wrapping their arms around him, or maybe even kissing him as their first contact ever since he had learned of soulmarks. But this…

Remus had been cackling for the past thirty minutes, and was still going. “Stop laughing at me!” Roman shouted.

“Your...your soulmate!” He gasped out, his body curled up as much as it could be as he continued to giggle. Roman huffed.

“What about them?”

“That’s a whole-ass human foot on your chest!” Remus squealed. Roman’s cheeks went red, running a hand over the mark again. It made no sense.

“Maybe they’re a drider with some kind of...genetic disorder?”

“You have a human for a soulmate! Your soulmate is like one of those monster-fuckers I’ve heard about!” Roman ran a hand through his hair, his front two legs tapping at the stone floor as he thought.

What if his other soulmates were also humans? What if he was the only drider? What if they all got together without him? How would his human soulmates react to seeing him? Would they even want to be with him? He felt as though all of his romantic fantasies and desires for love were being swept down the river.

And then those thoughts promptly flew out of his mind thanks to Remus punching him in the face. “Ow, what the hell?” Remus just stared wide-eyed, a small grin on his face.

“Oh my gods, this just keeps getting better!” He put one of his fists against Roman’s cheek, over one of Roman’s other soulmarks, then began cackling again. “One of your other soulmates is gonna punch you in the face!”

He then proceeded to slap Roman’s other cheek, over one of Roman’s other soulmarks. “Oh you’re gonna get fucked up!” Roman punched and slapped him back, huffing and crawling into his web to sulk.

Gaining your soulmarks was meant to be one of the most exhilarating, heart-warming experiences in the world, second only to actually meeting your soulmates. It was meant to make you feel less alone, and as if you had something to look forward to.

But now Roman felt more alone and hopeless than ever.

Patton hummed as he walked down the forest path, twirling his parasol, enjoying the feeling of dirt under his feet.

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know.” Virgil spoke, tying his jacket around his waist as he realized how warm it was. They had to move into a new house due to a few accidents involving a few too many murders in their area, and Virgil wanted to explore the forest and check out the wildlife.

“I wanna try and find some cool rocks for my rock collection!” Patton chirped. “Besides, I like the outdoors. Might not be able to enjoy the sunlight, but I can enjoy everything else!” Virgil hummed, spotting a river and snapping a picture.

They continued their walk through the forest, Patton collecting a pocket-full of stones as they followed the river, Virgil taking pictures of anything even remotely cool, knowing Logan would be interested. He had decided to stay home to continue cleaning up after their move, as well as to keep Janus company while he sunbathed.

That’s when Patton and Virgil came across a cave. The opening was fairly small, maybe three normal-sized people wide and one tall, but it seemed to open up enough to fit a house inside. Patton came closer, taking a look around before reeling back with a yelp.

“What? What’s wrong?” Patton whimpered, pointing at the ground. At the entrance of the cave was what looked like a giant piece of spider webbing. Virgil gulped, remembering Arachne and Aragog from the Greek myths and Harry Potter books he read back in high school. He gently pulled Patton away from the entrance, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight.

“Stay out here, alright? I’ll check it out.” He thought for a moment, before smirking. “Five bucks this is our last soulmate.” Patton laughed awkwardly, clearly not finding the idea funny.

“Logan? I think you might want to read this.” Janus spoke up, staring down at an article he had pulled up on Virgil’s laptop. Logan peered over Janus’s shoulder, his eyes quickly scanning the article.

“People have gone missing in this forest?” Janus nodded.

“I have a feeling there might be something in there. Something Patton and Virgil might not be capable of handling.” Logan hummed, taking the laptop and looking through a few more news articles.

“It appears there are multiple reports of a large creature as well as some animals being found covered in spider webs. How curious. I suppose since creatures such as you and I exist, it isn’t too far-fetched to believe that giant spiders exist as well.” Janus stared out into the forest.

“Patton has arachnophobia and Virgil’s just a human.”

“If they come across one of these creatures, they’re likely doomed.” Logan muttered to himself. Janus nodded thoughtfully for a moment, before beginning to slither into the forest as fast as he could. “Let’s find them before Virgil tries to fuck with the wrong thing.” Logan thought for a moment, biting his lip before racing into the forest, unable to escape the anxious pit in his stomach.

Virgil ventured into the cave, the web seeming to glisten as the light was shone onto them. Spider silk covered every inch of the cave, as well as shapes that looked to be animals and a few humans wrapped up in web. He gulped as he stared up at them. Seeing human bodies hanging limp and wrapped up like that was unsettling, and that was saying something, considering he’s seen Janus swallow a live rabbit whole.

That’s when he heard clicking from the ceiling above him. A large body dropped down behind him. Virgil spun around, his stomach lurching and prepared to vomit in case a web-encased human had just fallen from the sky.

Standing there was a large red-eyed drider, baring its fangs. There was clicking behind Virgil, and he glanced back to see a green-eyed drider grinning eagerly at him. Well, he wasn’t expecting two. They looked like twins though, so he wasn’t too surprised.

He noticed the red-eyed drider had soulmarks covering his hands, similar to the hand marks on Virgil’s shoulders. The green-eyed one’s hands were clean. He then saw the footprint on his chest and had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. So that was why Patton’s foot had a soulmark on it. He raised an eyebrow with a grin at the drider in front of him. “Lemme guess, you’re my soulmate too?”

The driders moved into action, the one behind him beginning to wrap him in webbing. Virgil’s potential soulmate grabbed Virgil by the arms—right where his soulmarks were—and attached him to their larger web, where they kept the rest of their victims. Virgil felt his soulmarks leave.

“...Yup. Hey man, you might wanna let me go before this gets awkward.” His soulmate gave him a confused look. Virgil nodded down at his hands. “Something’s missing there.” The drider looked down at his hands, his eyes going blank as his mind processed what he was seeing. The green-eyed drider began to laugh.

“Hey you met one of your soulmates! And he’s already all tied up for you to...y’know,” he proceeded to make gross kissing and moaning sounds as he made out with his hand. Virgil’s soulmate snapped out of his daze, scowling at his twin. He slowly turned to look up at Virgil, his eight eyes suddenly showing so much vulnerability and uncertainty as he looked Virgil over.

“You don’t look scared.” He stated quietly.

“Bitch, this isn’t my first rodeo. Don’t think you’re special in your attempt to eat me.” His soulmate spluttered, unsure of what that meant. His twin was too confused about what a rodeo was to process anything else.

“You mind letting me down now? This is cool and all, but I prefer not being wrapped up and hanging above the ground thank you very much.” His soulmate smiled at that, slowly grabbing his shoulders again and beginning to pull him down.

That’s when a rock came flying through the air at them. Patton had aimed it at the red-eyed drider, but it ended up missing and hitting Virgil square in the face. Their soulmate turned to see Patton, trembling with fear as he tried his best to intimidate a drider with five feet of overprotectiveness.

Virgil groaned, trying to shake off the pain of the rock, turning to look over at Patton. “Hey Pat, you owe me five bucks.” Their soulmate glanced back at Virgil, seeming to understand what that meant, and trying to smile at Patton.

“Ah, so we’re soulmates too? Well it’s an honor to meet you, my name is Roman. And you are?” Roman crawled closer to Patton, who whimpered with every click of his claws on the stone. Roman hadn’t really noticed Patton’s fear, instead wanting to come closer, Virgil having brought back some of his hope of an actual relationship.

“I’m Patton. Hi.” Patton squeaked out. Roman stepped a few inches closer and extended a hand for Patton to shake, apparently too fast for Patton’s comfort, as he screamed and kicked Roman in the chest.

Roman stumbled back, the hope in his eyes seeming to shatter. He tried to come closer again to apologize for whatever he did, when he heard pounding footsteps approaching. Then his head was sent to the side as a fist connected with his cheek. Logan growled menacingly, pulling Patton behind him. Roman felt his soulmarks fade, dread filling his stomach as his worst nightmares came true.

Remus had processed the situation, realizing that the people who had come in definitely weren’t human. He eyed his brother’s soulmate for a moment, ripping him off the web and breaking him loose. “You owe me one meatbag.”

“Yeah sure, whatever Spiderman.” Remus clearly didn’t get the reference, but he cackled all the same. Virgil went ahead and got in between Roman and Logan. “Everyone calm the fuck down.”

“He tied you up and was gonna eat you!” Patton whimpered, clutching to Logan’s shirt.

“As if you guys didn’t?” Patton blinked, his cheeks going red.

“This is our soulmate, his name is Roman.” Virgil turned around to look at Roman, “Roman, I’m Virgil, that’s Logan, that’s Patton, and...where’s Jan?” He furrowed his brow, poking his head out of the cave entrance. Janus was just reaching the cave, grumbling to himself about “filthy two-leggers.” He spotted Virgil, scowled at him, then proceeded to mess up Virgil’s hair just to annoy him as he slithered into the cave.

Virgil huffed, fixing his hair and following him in. Janus studied Roman for a moment. “I’m assuming you’re our last soulmate then?” Roman nodded, bracing himself to be slapped in the face like Remus had thought. He had already scared Patton and tied up Virgil, so he would deserve it.

Janus laid a gentle hand on Roman’s last soulmark, noticing how he had tensed up and shut his eyes. “There’s no need to be afraid, darling. It’s alright.” Janus leaned in and pressed a light kiss onto Roman’s lips.

As he pulled away (with much pouting on Roman’s part) he said, “I’m assuming you tried to kill or do harm to Virgil in some way, correct? We’ve all been there, don’t go sulking about it. He does have a rather delectable scent.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Virgil asked.

“Interpret it as you will.” Janus waved his hand dismissively. Logan stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Well, I apologize for attacking you, Roman. I heard Patton scream, and couldn’t help but think the worst. If you would like something to make up for it, I’m sure none of us would mind you coming by for dinner.” He glanced back at Patton as he spoke.

Patton winced at the thought of having dinner with a half-spider person, but nodded, taking a deep breath as he stepped a bit closer. “I’ll be honest, Roman. I...feel a bit scared of you. But I want this to work. And...I know it’ll work. Virgil got over his fear of us killing him, so I can get over my fear of you.” He smiled shakily up at Roman, before hesitating, and pulling him into a hug.

Roman had never been hugged by any warm-blooded creatures. It just didn’t happen. But holy fuck did it feel good. He hugged Patton back, the warmth unbelievably comforting. He had loved Janus’s kiss, it had made his heart stop and his body completely relax. But it was a different kind of comforting having a warm-blooded creature hold him.

He whined as Patton stepped back. Patton giggled, nodding for the cave entrance and asking for Roman to follow them home. Roman nodded immediately, before pausing and turning back to Remus.

“Do you want to join, Rem?” Remus shrugged, relaxing into his web. “Nah, I’ll stay here, don’t wanna fuck up your first night having sex, y’know?” Roman scoffed, outraged.

“How would that work? Human sex organs are very different from spider organs, and I’m assuming you—” Patton slapped a hand over Logan’s mouth, shouting random nonsense over him in an attempt to get him to stop.

As they left, Remus traced the handprint on his chest. Knowing at least one of Roman’s soulmates was human had always left the door open for even more possibilities for him. Unlike Roman, he only had one person to look forward to.

Remus huffed, staring out the cave entrance as the sky grew slowly darker. Figures. Of course he would have to keep waiting while Roman thrived. He was so tired of waiting.

[dmitri-writes]

Fusion~Analogical

INFO -au -the basic logic is that roman was in the mindscape one day like "hey what if we could fuse?" so it became possible -fusions name is nyth bc its a mix of nyx, a goddess of night and thoth, a god of knowledge, because analogical are the smart space gays -its hinted that the dark sides and core sides have a more friendly relationship.

TRIGGER WARNINGS -

***

Neither of them had expected it. I mean sure they had both fused before, once Roman had introduced the mechanism he created, but never with each other. Virgil had only fused with Roman a couple of times as a way for Roman to assure him it was safe, and Logan only fused with Patton when one of the other sides was experiencing heightened anxiety. However, they can't say neither of them thought about it. They can't say the thought didn't make them happy.

Patton was sick and Roman had offered to help him. Remus and Deceit were off doing stars know what. That left Logan and Virgil to do whatever cleaning Patton would usually do. They started with their own rooms, then Logan took out the trash and Virgil cleared off the table in front of the tv, putting whatever things Roman had left in a box for him to take later. They decided to work together on the dishes and put on songs both of them liked. Halfway through the dishes, they decided to take a break, drying their hands off. Neither of them turned off the music as they both went to sit on the couch.

Virgil's shuffling ended up tripping him, and he yelped as his face rushed towards the carpeted floor, shutting his eyes. Logan heard the yelp and dropped his book, reaching to catch Virgil. There was a flash of light as soon as Logan's hand caught Virgil's wrist, and their forms turned into glowing lumps of dark blue and purple with their logos, wrapping around each other. The light combined and took shape, slightly taller than Logan and Virgil. As the light dissipated, the fusion looked up and down at themselves.

Logan's stiff pants and Virgil's comfortable ripped skinny jeans turned into slightly baggier black jeans with no rips. Logan's dark blue polo and Virgil's black t-shirt and purple jacket was replaced by a black polo under a dark purple jacket with dark blue accents half-zipped. Logan's tie turned purple with the same patches Virgil's jacket had, and the fusion could feel glasses resting on their eyes. They turn to the tv to see their reflection, black glasses over dark blue eyes with black under-eye makeup and naturally resting brown hair with Thomas' purple streak. They notice the polo and jacket both have a logo, a purple brain with glasses above a blue lightning bolt.

Unfortunately, Roman had gone down to check on them upon Patton's request and saw the whole thing. He squealed in delight, making the new fusion jump. "I apologize but this is so exciting! Tell me, what's your name? Pronouns? Oh and Logan told me to ask about stabilizers and de-stabilizers." The fusion's brain tried desperately to play catch up, registering Roman's words with increasing speed. "N-Nyth. Nyth is my name. Uh, they/them... Stabilizers are, uh, space, Patton, Roman- you-, rain, music, and reading. De-stabilizers are the ocean, Deceit, Remus, and situations that would cause Virgil anxiety."

Roman smiled, "Well Nyth, welcome to the world! I'll tell Logan that information to write down later, for now, you should come to see Patton!" Nyth nodded and pushed up their glasses as they followed Roman back up the stairs. They entered Patton's room a bit nervously, fiddling with their tie. "Patton, I am happy to inform you that Logan and Virgil are absolutely fine... because they fused!" Patton's eyes quickly moved away from the book he was reading and he looked at Nyth with an excited grin, "Hiya kiddo! And what should I call you?" Nyth stopped fiddling with their tie, "Nyth." He told Patton the same information he told Roman and Patton happily clapped.

"It seems you're a pretty stable fusion! I'm happy! But you should be leaving, I don't want to get you sick on your first day fused!" Nyth nodded and left, retreating back to the hall as Roman stayed behind to care for Patton. He looked down the hall to confirm a theory. When Logan or Virgil had fused before, the rooms in the mind palace shifted and made a new one for whatever fusion appeared, but left the original sides' rooms alone. Sure enough, past Virgil's door was a new one, 'Nyth' painted in black letters across it with a couple of glow in the dark star stickers. "Do you wanna- yeah. You? Yes. Okay, here goes nothing." Nyth reached for the door and opened it, revealing a room covered in stars, galaxies, and planets. Bookshelves were in neat rows on the right side of the room, bed with galaxy bedding on the left.

"It's nice," Nyth said, browsing the bookshelves. Various books about animals, space, mythology, and the human body lined the shelves. Nyth grabbed a book on mythology and opened it to a random page. It was about Nyx, the Greek goddess of night. They flipped to another page, this one about Thoth, the Egyptian god of knowledge. Nyth started laughing to themselves quietly, "Clever, my name is a mix of those two." They flopped on the bed and watched the ceiling swirl with a star system they immediately recognized as Alpha Centauri. They pulled a cat plushie close to themselves, "I like this. Being fused. Existing. Let's stay like this. Of course. I enjoy it too." They smiled at themselves and started reading the book they grabbed, content like this.

[futurewriter2000]

Euphoria ~ pt. 1

A/N: Well, who knew my I could finish this with a headache that I have. But I did and I hope it made your wish come true, Anon.

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x reader  x James Potter

REQUEST: Do one we’re the reader cheats on one of the marauders idk why but seems fun to read

XX

It happened in a sudden moment of intensity. The mix of a long night talk and alcohol... It happened.

' He walked in his own dorm, showing off his drunkily charming smile as his eyes landed on the girl on his bed. "Little miss Fairytale." he greeted and threw himself on the stomach next to you.

"Hi, Remus." you smiled as you laid on your back to look at him. To look at the eyes you always found so comforting when dark times followed you.

He was looking you the same. With his gorgeous emerald eyes that peeked through the bush of his silky brown hair.

"Where's James?" he asked.

"Wouldn't know. We have gotten into another dumb fight."

"Wanna talk about it?" he slurred a bit.

"No. I wanna drink about it." you grabbed the flask you stole from Sirius drawer. "It's the second of his flasks..."

"Yeee... He keeps them safer than his hair shampoo." he laughed and you laughed with him.

"You're so cute when you're drunk. A tired and happy mess." you smiled, moving on your side and letting your hand reach his cheek, your fingers moving away his hair so you could see those eyes.

"You're so beautiful when you smile at me, you know?" his hand fell on your hip and you felt the heat rush on your cheeks, not being able to stop smiling at him. "It's like the whole world goes so bright and I can't help- I can’t help but to-..." he moved closer and his hand traced your spine up to tour neck. "...to..." he whispered as he brushed his nose against yours. "... fall in love with..." he breathed so quietly, his lips almost touching yours. "... with you even more. "

And he was kissing you; deeply, passionately and as if he was longing this kiss for thousands of years, it was definitely how it felt. He pulled away in a heating moment but at that moment you put both of your hands around his neck and pulled him into another kiss... and another, and another. Until he was finally above you and your legs were wrapped around his torso when he pulled away. He was looking down on you, drunk but like a Greek statue, chiseled out from Michaelangelo himself.

The taste you left on his lips was clouding his mind. The effect you gave was making him hungry, starving for you and the view he was getting was like paradise on Earth.

"God, I love you." and he reached down to you, kissing you harsher, biting parts of you not so gently as well.

But he was with you and whatever your mind was thinking at the moment, your hands did the job of taking off his shirt, of loving him even more.

And the more there was. '

It was the next morning you woke up next to him. To someone you had to admit you loved waking up to.

But not everything was so easy as it seemed.

You bolted up the bed with the covers pressed against your chest. James was sleeping in his own bed, dead asleep. Peter was nowhere to be seen and you guessed Sirius was at some girl's dorm.

You bolted out of the bed and grabbed your clothes, putting it on piece by piece. And as you were standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed and putting your hair in a tidiest pony you could manage, you were faced with two boys. One who you loved and one who you made love to.

Before your mind could process any other thought you ran out of the dorm and down the stairs until you tripped over a sleeping body.

"Bloody hell," you grumbled, turning around and seeing a black-haired boy holding a bottle of gin on his chest. "Sirius, you twat! Wake up!" you kicked his shoulder and he immediately jerked away.

"What's happening?" he rubbed his eyes and squinted his eyes at you.

"Do you ever even think with that bean in your head?!" you got up and grabbed the gin bottle from his hands. "If McGonagall saw this, we would be dead on the scene."

"I feel dead on the scene." he put his arm over his eyes and wanting to fall back asleep.

"Get your drunken arse up. We gotta get rid of this." you kicked him on the side and he let out a moan.

"You're such a bully! " he sat up with his hair falling in front of him and barely getting on his feet. "Why does my knee hurt?" he touched his left knee and pulled up his pants to reveal a big blue bruise. "The hell?"

"Looks like somebody took dancing with the stars to a whole other level." you laughed and walked towards the portrait hole.

"Can you hear me laughing? Because you are so hilarious." he retorded and you let out a snort of laughter.

"That's what you-ooohhh, good morning professor." you hid the bottle behind your back and smiled up at Professor McGonagall.

Sirius ran up to you and smiled as well. "Professor. Isn't it too early for a morning stroll?" his hands touched the bottle in your hand and he tucked it behind your trainers.

"You know I always make sure that my students are safe after a night like these." she replied sternly.

"That is very kind from you, professor." he pushed you forward so you would walk by her to the portrait hole.

"She's a professor, Sirius. It's her job." you whispered to him but he only smiled and pushed you through the portrait hole.

"See you on Monday, professor. Have a good day!" he shouted and rushed you forward. After the two of you were both out, he pushed you a bit harsher. "WoooOoooEEEE!" he shouted triumphantly. "Did you see that, Fairytale!"

"You're one hell of a bastard." you rolled your eyes and walked outside the castle with him.

"A smart one indeed." he said proudly.

"A drunk one." you walked down the lake and was about to dispose of.

"Wowowowowowoowow!" he jumped in front of you. "Wow." he slowly took the gin bottle from your hands. "This ain't cheap stuff."

"Merlin, Sirius." you pulled out a wand and blasted the bottle from his hand, making it turn into dust as you set another blast towards it. "Wish it was that easy."

---

All three of them were sitting at the breakfast table, hungover like hell from what you saw. Peter was eating his breakfast slowly, playing with his fork. James was still dressed in the same clothes as he was yesterday. He didn’t have his glasses on, his hair even messier than usual and he was half asleep. Remus... he was staring at his breakfast, completely absorbed in his own thoughts. Guess both of you had to be after you’ve done.

“YOU GUY’S WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!” Sirius beamed and shouted at them as he walked towards the group. Sirius put his hands on James’ shoulders and shook him from his sleep. “It was so hilarious!!” he laughed and sat down.

“Pads, how can you have so much energy?” James groaned and looked at you, smiling lightly and taking your hand. “Hey.” he spoke softly.

“Hi.” you said in return, stealing a flash of the boy sitting behind James before looking at your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, love for what I said but you know I love you.” he smiled sleepily and pulled you down to sit. He kissed your knuckles and leaned his cheek on it. “Do you forgive me?”

How his touch felt different. How his adorable hazel eyes seemed foreign and how the guilt on you was making you feel like the worst person in the current room.

“Yeah, I do. Don’t worry about it.” you forced a smile and he moved closer to kiss you but you moved away and kissed his cheek. “I have to go though. I promised a friend to help her study.”

“See you later, Fairytale. Can’t wait for our next adventure!” Sirius shouted and stretched his smile even wider. “You’re so lucky, Prongs. She’s amazing.”

“Yeah, she is,” James replied and ran his hand through his hand, deciding whether to tell him or not. “But did you see her?”

“Yeah.”

“No. She moved away when I wanted to kiss her.”

“Probably because you had a fight yesterday- oh and that reminds me. She actually went up to your dorm to talk to you.”

“Really? How did I not see her?” James furrowed his eyebrows.

“You asked me why were we floating, Prongs?” Sirius continued to smile. “You were too drunk to even see where you stepped.”

“Did you see her, Moony?" James asked Remus but Remus only kept staring at the blank space.

The way you smelt, it still lingered on him. The taste of you that he couldn't shake it off that was what was really on his mind. You. You were on his mind and there couldn’t be worse yearning and ache for him.

“No, I haven’t.”

[terrorsbeauty]

Video Games // Sirius Black x Reader

a/n: this is for @delicrieux , sorry for being so late , ily and sorry it’s kinda crappy

swinging in the backyard

Summer nights in the forest near the Potters’ house were always surreal. You always thought it was the fact that the trees seemed to watch over you, and mythical creatures were bound to appear at any moment, or that the lake that was in the middle of the forest had a strange glitter inside of it — almost making you want to jump in.
What was truly magical about the summer of ‘78 were your friends: a feisty, extremely smart and caring red haired girl, a brunette with big beautiful bambi like eyes and a heart of gold, a loud blonde always in the mood for fun and games, a quiet but funny and witty girl with chestnut hair, a obnoxious curly haired boy with glasses that was irrevocably in love with the redhead, a tall, pretty boy with beautiful scars all over his face - a werewolf but you didn’t care enough and didn’t think it was his primal characteristic- , a dorky boy who cared more about everyone than him, and the boy you thought you were in love with. They made the summer amazing and worth remembering, entrancing, ethereal and fun — something you weren’t bound to have for a long time. That summer was made of beautiful small moments that you thought you’d have again.

pull up in your fast car whistling my name


In an early June morning after the night you spent at the McKinnons’ house with the girls, you packed your bags and were ready to go to the Potters ( as James invited all of you) . To your surprise, the one and only Sirius Black was riding a car with no top, and in the next seat there was James. 
“ Want a ride?” they both shouted. You smirked at the girls and then looked at Sirius who winked at you. You laughed and ran along with Marlene, Dorcas and Alice in the back of their car. 
“ Come on, Evans!” , the Potter boy said smiling at her, and Lily rolled her eyes and joined you too. 
“ Where did you even get this car?” you said to Sirius who was right in front of you. 
“ Found it somewhere.” he said looking at the road. “ Now, where to, miss?” he said turning his head back to you. 
You put your hands around him, and got closer to his ear — so close that his hair tickled you and you could smell his cologne. “ To infinity.” you said and then giggled. 
He nodded, turned on the radio, and you were gone.

I heard that you like the bad girls, honey,

is that true?


He drove over to the Potters’ mansion. Remus and Frank were waiting in front of the house. You quickly got out of the car and hugged Remus as hard as you could. 
“ What’s kicking, hun?” you said smirking and he let out a loud laugh.
You went over to Frank and hugged him too, making some comments about Alice who was looking at him.

Everyone was happy. Why wouldn’t they be? It was sunny, you were young and the older Potters weren’t home. It was gonna be a hell of a day. 
It’s pointless to explain all of James’ attempts to woo Lily , even though you knew she was in love with him. As it was pointless for Sirius to follow you around asking questions about love. 
“ Shall I compare thee to a summer day?” he suddenly said , hugging you from behind with a beer in his hand. 
You laughed shortly. “ No. Compare me to a winter day. Cold and beautiful.” you said leaning on his shoulder, stealing the beer out of his hand and then running away, and being sure to wink at him.
Marlene saw you with the beer and she suddenly screamed:
“ Beer pong!”

he holds me in his big arms
 drunk and i am seeing stars
 this is all i think of


After many attempts of Marlene, James, Remus and Dorcas to play the game, you all decided to lay down. Maybe it was fate, or coincidence, or just Remus’ extremely good wingman skills, but somehow you ended up laying on Sirius, who was this time smoking a cigarette. You stole this too, and blew the smoke on his face, feeling happy. He laughed, grabbed the nearest alcohol bottle — it was firewiskey— and took a sip. 
Everyone fell asleep — or went to a more private place , like Alice with Frank and Lily along James, but you and Sirius stayed here. 
“ It’s like a dream.” he said, in the crook of your shoulder, then resting his head there. 
“ Isn’t it?” you said a little dizzy ( after the many sips of the firewiskey stolen yet again from Sirius. “ It’s afternoon and I can see stars.” you giggled and looked up at the sky. 
“ I only see you.” he stated, and back then you didn’t notice his eyes on you — full of admiration, love , and everything in between. You only laughed and turned back to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.


 heaven is a place on earth with you
 tell me all the things you wanna do 
 i heard that you only like the bad girls
 honey,is that true?


It was night now and you all gathered around the fire you made in the woods. You , Alice and Marlene danced to the pick-up music, while Remus, James and Lily roasted some marshmallows. You felt infinite, and you didn’t care about anything outside your world. You woke up a little and walked up to Sirius. He was talking to Frank. As soon as he saw you , you had his undivided attention, and Frank could only laugh. You sat besides him, and Frank left shaking his head, but smiling. 
Sirius lit a cigarette and looked at the fire. Your heart beat a little faster, and you had this twisted feeling in your stomach as you watched him. He was an Adonis , a greek god here in earth , only for you to watch, to hear, to feel and to explore. You wanted him. But you also wanted to be free, and you never thought you could have both at the same time. 
“ I always thought you’d be Persephone, you know?” he said, his eyes locked on the fire. “ You look so sweet, like Spring — innocent, green, like a sunny day.” he spoke and you though you saw a small smile on his lips.
“ But you’re like a summer rain. And you’re just as cunning and intelligent as Hades.” he finished. 
“ You always liked an adventure.” you told him. “ I first thought you were Apollo. You shined brighter than the sun, and you always had a certain happiness to you. But I’m Persephone, and I could only fall in love with a Hades.” you sighed and looked into the fire. 
“ I think I love you.” he said turning to you, with a glint of wilderness in his eyes.
“ I think I love you too.” you whispered, and leaned in to kiss him. Just as your lips ghosted over his, he stood up, smirking. He offered you his hand, and —of course— you took it. You danced all night, and you found Heaven in a boy with long dark hair and eyes like storm clouds.

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Getting to know me

Ok then it’s been a while since I’ve done this sorta thing... :)

Tagged by @littleredsiren3101 (thanks!)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better

Name: Su but everyone calls me Saya

Nicknames: Saya! Zu-zu (I am shocked too but I too was a little girl once and unfortunately some human beings still remember it :P)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Height: 5′4

Orientation: Straight with a little experimenting in her past. 

Ethnicity: Dude. Everything. I have Turkish, Arabian, Bulgarian and Greek roots. 

Favourite Fruit: Figs. I love figs and I love that where I live they grow so much no one bothers to sell them. Also tangerines. 

Favourite Season: Spring and Summer

Favourite Book: O_O this is hard. *turns her back and checks her library* American Gods by Gaiman? 

Favourite Flower: Daffodils. Wild daisies. Lavenders (I grow them too!)

Favourite Scent: Coffee. Amber. Sandalwood. Lavender. Hamburger *giggles*

Favourite Colour: Dark Purple, burgundy... Or metallic colours.

Favourite Animal:  My dog and my cat. Also wolves and wild felines. But truly, I love all of them. I love animals. They are magnificent, every single one of them.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?: ALL. Seriously. I have a HUGE tea collection, and I mix them myself. But I drink coffee all the time, and Hot Chocolate is my go-to comfort drink.

Average Sleep Hours: 5-8 hours.

Cat or dog person?: I can’t choose between my babies!!! Absolutely both.

Favourite Fictional Character: A shit load of them. We don’t have time to count them. (Sirius, Remus, Bill, George & Fred from HP; Desire, Dream & Lucifer from Sandman; Mat, Rand, Egwene & Rhuarc from Wheel of Time; Shadow & Sam from American Gods; Arsene Lupin himself... list goes on)

Number of blankets you sleep with: Nowadays 3... I have a really fluffy blanket and I lay on it. And cover myself with two more. Coz I’m like that. Also have four pillows surrounding me. I have issues, probably.

Dream Trip: I could go everywhere. Even to the places I’ve been before, and be happy. Right now I’m dreaming about UK from tip to bottom. Also Scandinavia & South America. Been to Baltics, hell lived in Estonia for 5 months, but I wanna go there again. I wanna go to Paris again as well; as a 20-something. And I wanna cross Sahara so badly. Too bad I have to sit on my arse this year, as you can see I have a very elaborate trip planning to do...

Blog Created: September 2016.

Number of Followers: 165 wonderful people. (what a round number you caught me on too!)

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GUYS GUYS GUYS OMG IMAGINE IF SIRIUS AND REMUS GOT MARRIED AND MOVED INTO A HOUSE TOGETHER

Remus is so excited to be looking through paint swatches with his husband

They’ve been married a year (anniversary #2 coming up) but they only lived in a really cramped apartment

Then Sirius got his job as the talent scout for the Irish National Quidditch Team

So they decided to buy a house in the country before Sirius has to start travelling

They’re going to start fixing it up and Remus is going to finish while Sirius is out of town

When he gets back they’re going to buy furniture

That’s the plan Remus has made, at least

Except Sirius isn’t really cooperating

Now they’re trying to find colors that would look good but Sirius is being unhelpful

“Sirius what color do you want our bedroom to be in”

“Black”

“Right. And the kitchen tiles? I was thinking like a yellow or-”

“Black”

“What about the bathroom?”

“Black”

Remus gets all huffy bc he’s wanted a house of his own for years and now his dumb spouse isn’t even contributing

he takes a deep breath and tries again

“Are you sure you want the entire house in black?”

then Sirius just looks at him dead in the eyes and says

“We’re going to paint the entire house black so that whenever you walk into the place it becomes that much brighter and better because that’s what you did in this Black’s life, Remus”

Sirius proposes to him again in the paint store and the whole room is “aww"ing

Remus just rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his chest

and he glares at the other customers

“Don’t encourage him we’ve been married for a year already he’s just trying to get into my pants”

the whole place just falls silent as Remus picks out shades of Gryffindor red and gold like nothing happened

Sirius is smirking devilishly as he hands the money for the paint over to the woman behind the counter

When they get home Sirius wants to start painting immediately

Remus insists that they put down plastic sheets over the floors then cover the cornices with tape

Sirius huffs and pouts

“I wanna paaaaaaiiiinnnntttttt”

“And I don’t want to have that paint drip onto our floors”

Sirius folded his arms over his chest

“Why don’t you lay down the plastic, Sirius? I’ll put tape on the cornices upstairs”

Sirius salutes as Remus climbs upstairs to start work

a half hour later Remus comes down to check on Sirius’s progress

his jaw drops

the floors

the fireplace

the logs in the fireplace

and a giant cactus that Frank and Alice gave them for their wedding

everything is wrapped

in fucking Ceran wrap

“SIRIUS WHAT THE HELL IS THIS”

“Plastic. You told me to.”

Remus didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle Sirius (who was wrapping the cactus again due to the prickles sticking out) or himself

"I meant-*sighs*-I meant this plastic"

he points his wand in the direction of the basement

out of the door flies huge folded sheets of translucent plastic-y material

Sirius’s eyes widen

then he grins sheepishly

“Babe, you should’ve realized that even though I can take apart and put together a motorcycle engine in under two hours, I didn’t even know there were two different types of plastic.”

Remus just gives this really long exasperated sigh

“.....”

“For god’s sake why are you still wrapping that damn cactus”

“It’s fun ok”

SO eventually they do get around to painting

and its even more disastrous than the actual laying-down of the plastic

Sirius gets paint all over his t-shirt and none on the walls

Remus points this out

so Sirius yanks off the shirt and Remus notices that the gold paint has seeped through the terrible quality fabric of Sirius’s t-shirt

so basically Sirius’s pecs and abs and shoulders and collarbones and the hipbones peeking out over the hem of his jeans are all. gold.

Sirius basically looks like the statue of a Greek god

but instead of being made of porcelain like he usually is

he’s made of solid gold

this turns Remus on to no end

but he muST BE STRONG

so he frowns and bites his lip and focuses on rolling the paint roller over the walls

but then somehow the walls become Sirius’s body

and the roller is his hands

and he’s roaming his palms greedily over Sirius’s gold body

he closes his eyes and he can feel muscles and shifting, sweating skin

a soft moan escapes his lips

and he leans his forehead against the wall

He’s turned on by a wall ladies and gentlemen I present to you Remus Lupin

“Babe, there’s paint on that wall.”

Remus’s neck snaps back and he rubs his palm furiously against his forehead

“What’s the matter? Tired?” asks Sirius

Sirius spins him around and starts to lay down some serious mind the pun deep tissue into the muscles of Remus’s shoulder

and Remus notices the colors on Sirius that now seem to make up Sirius

his hair is black

his eyes are silver

his lips are pink

his torso is gold

his skin is pale

there’s a smudge of dark red on his sharp cheekbone that looks like blood but Remus knows is paint

he rubs the pad of his thumb against it absent-mindledly

and he presses into Sirius’s body

Sirius’s eyebrow arches upwards

“Is that your wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Remus wordlessly pulls his wand out of his pocket

(I would like to clarify that this is not an innuendo where a wand would be a dick, I’m trying to say that Remus’s actual wand was in his actual pocket and he takes it out and Sirius turns beet red and Remus just bursts into giggles)

“I used to be turned on but now? Not so much.”

“WHY DO I KEEP FLIRTING WITH YOU I ALREADY GOT YOU WHAT MORE DO I NEED”

Sirius just grumps and cusses under his breath as they paint opposite walls

because he just missed out on some really wild sex because of a stupid pickup line

Remus just gives up because swearing Sirius is melting into wall Sirius so basically Remus is so horny he’s attempting to dry hump the wall he’s painting

Remus snaps out of his haze

he huffs

Remus strides over to Sirius

long story short:

They have sex

Paint sex

Greek god sex

Paint greek god sex

it’s easily the best sex they’ve ever had

but then again they’ve had a lot of sex

so it’s hard to tell

in the end they’re both splattered with paint and they’re sweating and Remus is red because he just gets red when they have sex (it’s bc he can’t believe he’s having sex with Sirius Black)

(and that’s because he’s so madly in love with Sirius okay he just wants to put that out there)

they’re surveying the walls from the floor

“So? Sick walls, huh? We could get like really cool minimalistic motorbike posters and pictures of us when we were in Hogwarts and Latin phrases for love because my love for you can only be expressed in Latin and also oooooooOOOOOOOHHHHH BOYYYYYY ARCTIC MONKEYS POSTERS LIKE AS TALL AS YOU ARE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE”

Remus is just laughing because he married an actual nerd

they’re both naked save for boxers

Sirius is absolutely covered in gold paint and Remus is head to toe in red paint

They’ve come out the other side of a paintbrush war

Remus enjoyed painting every sculpted muscle of Sirius’s body in gold

Sirius enjoyed painting over Remus’s scars in red because the red stands out really beautifully against his amber eyes

Sirius knows Remus can’t take his eyes off of his gorgeous bod

but he can’t help the inner dork that escapes him

Arctic Monkeys posters in his house would be bitching

anyway Remus is the big spoon

he puts his red arms around Sirius’s gold hips and kisses his gold neck (the paint’s dry now)

And Sirius tilts his head back

and he sighs

“Sirius?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re going to be happy here, aren’t we?”

Sirius nods

“We’re going to be so happy here for so long, and we’ll smile so brightly that the sun’ll be jealous”

Remus smiles

“Really?”

“You deserve so much happiness and as your husband I am due to give it to you.”

Sirus kisses Remus’s cheek

“I love you so, so much, my darling.” Sirius smiles and says.

“I feel all fuzzy when you call me things like that.” Remus sighs.

“Really? Then your name is now “Babe” or “Darling” or “The One with the Sexy Arse”. Okay?”

Sirius hears Remus snort

“Please don’t yell “The One with the Sexy Arse” in public.”

Sirius chuckles

“sure thing babe”

Sirius nuzzles into Remus

because he’s got Remus

and Remus has got him

and that’s all they really need

that’s all they’ve ever needed: each other

and nothing can pull them apart

nothing

“Sirius?”

Sirius is pulled out of his reverie

“Yeah?”

“We forgot to unwrap the cactus”

“.....”

“Let’s leave it like that: I can relate to it on a spiritual level.”

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End of the Age (Typed Sermon).

Here’s the transcript from the sermon I gave on December 3rd, 2017.

The audio version is here.

Mark 13:24-37

Good morning!

Just as a general disclaimer up front, I want to let you know that the views and opinions expressed in the next half an hour-ish don’t directly reflect that of Josh or the leadership team at The Bridge.  Likewise, if I say anything that you’d like to further discuss, you’re more than welcome to talk to me after the service or we can get coffee together sometime.

My name is Ryan.  I’ll be speaking this week and next.  

I’ve come to terms with the fact I might be so bad at this that y’all collectively decide not to show up next week.  If that happens, Shad is gonna play me some songs on his guitar, I’m gonna say some words to him, and then we’re gonna get margaritas.  However, if it’s good, or you want to hear some more about why Josh decided to have the tattooed, angry chubster speak, I invite you to come back next week for a more in-depth look at me and how I got to this place.

Right up top, I wanna let y’all in on something I believe to be true.  There are ONLY two dumb things in this world.  Of course, there are evil, grotesque, abhorrent, and violent things in this world that are awful.  But, only two TRULY dumb things.  The first of those dumb things is listening to Pearl Jam.  The second is trying to figure out the end times, the end of days, the end of the age, whatever you wanna call it. So, today, we’re gonna be talking about the end of the age.   We’re gonna be breaking the scripture reading for today down into two parts.  The first part dealing specifically with the Christ predicting his death, the fall of Rome, and what it meant to the world of his day.  The second part dealing with what happens next, after his death, after he’s left our plane of existence, and what that means for us.

And, for the record, there will be absolutely no talk of Eddie Vetter’s divinity.

If you would join me… Pull out your phone, open your Bible app to Mark 13:24-37, and remember what life was like when you had to thumb through a physical book to get to the scripture reading…

For the youth and kids in here, a book is an app that you can hold with your hands.  It has lots of smashed, dead trees glued together with full-sized words printed on each page.  And yes, a page is just like a website, but you know, if the website were made of dead trees…

Here we go!

24 “But in those days, following that distress, “‘the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken.’[a] 26 “At that time people will see the Son of Man coming in clouds with great power and glory. 27 And he will send his angels and gather his elect from the four winds, from the ends of the earth to the ends of the heavens.

28 “Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its twigs get tender and its leaves come out, you know that summer is near. 29 Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that it[b] is near, right at the door. 30 Truly I tell you, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. 31 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.

The Day and Hour Unknown 32 “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 33 Be on guard! Be alert[c]! You do not know when that time will come. 34 It’s like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with their assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch. 35 “Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back—whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. 36 If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. 37 What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’”

It’s so Christmas-y! Like a peppermint mocha in word form, eh?!  Nothing says Christmas quite like an adult, full grown, not-baby Jesus talking about the end of the world!

Today, we’re gonna be focusing on verses 32 and on for the majority of this message, but we will briefly discuss what the first half of what the Christ was saying here means.  To put the last section of this into some sort of palatable, applicable context.  

Right before the reading for today, the disciples come to Jesus proclaiming how amazing the temple is and how beautiful the buildings in Jerusalem are.  Poor dudes never got to see midcentury modern architecture, am I right?!  Jesus tells the disciples about the destruction of the temple, how the stones for the buildings will no longer lay on each other, but will be scattered.  He tells them about the end of their current age.  The fall of Rome, the fall of Jerusalem, the end of the opulent, extravagant thing built by man.  

He goes on to tell his disciples to be alert, on the lookout, for false messiahs.  Today, we’ve taken that to mean people who suck at interpreting scripture, or the people who interpret it in ways that we don’t like.  But, at that time, when Christ was speaking this message to his followers, there were about 8-12 known, active “messiahs” in Judea.  These were violent men, leading violent mobs against the Roman rule.  They dealt strictly in the physical world, using physical violence in an attempt to establish a physical kingdom.  All things Christ had no interest in.

He follows that statement up by telling the disciples, “Look, I’ve already told you all of this about the demise of empire and my death.”  But, once more, he points to scripture to show them the prophecy he’s living.  

The opening quotation is echoed in Daniel, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and Joel.  This idea of the sun going black, the moon going black, the stars falling so the skies go black, and the heaven’s quaking.  Everything fades to black and then starts shaking violently.  Proving once and for all that God is a Metallica fan.  And the first three albums can be considered the blessed trinity of thrash…

Thank you, my work here is done…

Kidding, kidding.

Everything he’s saying here is an echo of great cities, empires falling.  He’s speaking directly to the fall of Rome, the current empire the Israelite people are languishing under.  The current empire that’s controlling the temple and all of Jewish life.  

Josh spoke a number of weeks ago about how the disciples were really, really bad at listening.  So, this is Jesus, once more, reiterating this idea that he will die and Jerusalem, Rome, etc. will fall.  He is trying to drive this point home using prophetic language that they all would have known and understood.  

In today’s parlance, it would be Jesus saying that the world is swirling the same drain as the DC movie universe.

He’s setting all this up, this prophetic speech, to let them know that something, something big is about to happen.  These words were spoken before.  When Babylon fell, when the Jews escaped Egypt, when Joel prophesied the gospel.  He wants them to know that a YUGE, THE BIGGEST, thing is about to happen.  As in, just around the corner.  As in, soon.  

He tells them they will all be alive when this thing happens.  When he dies.  They will see it all happen.  They will, most importantly, see heaven and earth pass away.  The destruction of the temple.  The place the Israelites saw as the meeting place of heaven and earth, the dwelling place of their god.  In Christ’s death, this would no longer be the dwelling place of God.  

Right after this, you have Jesus mentioning a fig tree.  Just a few chapters before this text, Jesus curses a fig tree and it withers and dies in front of the disciples.  The same disciples he’s speaking to now.  The fig tree was an incredibly significant symbol for Rome, at the time, that all of the Jewish people would have understood.  Rome was said to have been founded by a pair of twins, Romulus and Remus, who were found under a fig tree being nursed by a she-wolf.  Christ then goes on to say that despite the tree growing, the end is still near.  Rome will fall.  Roughly 30 years after this, a long bloody war began between the Jews and the Romans that lasted nearly 70 years.

Quickly, before we move on to the second half of the reading and the bulk of the message, I want to point out how fickle language can be and how one wrong translated word can change the entirety of the text.

Lots of people read these specific verses, 13:24-27, and see the phrase “Son of Man coming in the clouds” and immediately assume that it’s the return of the Christ.  However, the word “coming” is translated from the Greek work “erchomai,” and yes, I probably butchered the pronunciation of that.  Greek was a very figurative language.  In English, the word “coming” means…well…”coming.”  An arrival or an approach.  Something that is going to start.  But, “erchomai” means, “to arrive, to come into being, or to go or follow.”  That one word then changes the text to read a handful of ways…

“At that time people will see the Son of Man arriving in clouds with great power and glory.” “At that time people will see the Son of Man coming into being in clouds with great power and glory.” “At that time people will see the Son of Man leaving in clouds with great power and glory.” “At that time people will see the Son of Man following in clouds with great power and glory.”

All of the sudden we have one word’s full definition range that turns one section of one verse into four possible translations.  And, just a short time after Jesus is offering up this prophecy, he leaves this plane of existence in the clouds with great power and glory.  Now, I’m not telling you what to believe, but I have an idea of where he was headed with his train of thought…

In essence, verses 24-31 is Christ telling us that he’s gonna be killed.  In his death and resurrection, there will be a sort of completion that all will experience.  He’s also alerting the disciples to what will come after his death, the fall of Rome and the work they will be tasked with.

Now, to the meat of the message.  

The end of days…

The end of time… The end of the age.

Jewish theologian Abraham Heschel once said that “Judaism is a religion of time aiming at the sanctification of time.”  Jesus, for those of you unaware, was not a Christian, but was Jewish.  He would have understood the Israelite tradition of living around the idea of time.  And he speaks to their need for knowing time in the following passage.

The Day and Hour Unknown 32 “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 33 Be on guard! Be alert[c]! You do not know when that time will come.

Two thousand years later, we still wrestle with this idea.  We are a people caught in time.  We exist centered around the idea of time.  Church starts at 10:30am on the seventh day of the week, every day of the month, 12 months a year, and sometimes other days that we deem holy, based upon a calendar that we constructed around the moving of celestial bodies.  We created time, a way of knowing, based upon physical objects moving in a physical space.  Even Jesus, himself, in the flesh, is bound by time.  And right here, in this passage, Jesus is saying that the physical, the tangible, the touchable, can not predict the coming age because we all exist within time.  The Father, however, is not.  The Father, God, exists beyond this age.

And that’s what it is.  It’s not the end of the world.  It’s not an all-encompassing fire.  It’s not death and destruction for Muslims and Jews and Hindu’s.  It’s the next age.  That’s the way the Jewish tradition understood it, the early Christian church understood it.  It’s the time after this time.  It’s this, but the next this.  A better this.  A completed this.  The finished creation of a loving creator.  The completion of a masterwork.  Time restored.

And so, Jesus is saying that because the Father exists outside of the confines of time, we shouldn’t worry ourselves with when the next age will come.  Instead, we should prepare for it.  We should work towards it.  

My mother is a beautiful, saint of a woman.  But, you know, she’s crazy.  To quote Christopher Titus, "I don’t mean, ‘My mom’s crazy…’ I mean, 'We the people find the defendant…’”

Growing up, we would always have to clean the house when people were coming over.  It didn’t matter who it was.  The meter reader could be coming by the check the electric usage and we’d have to be on our hands and knees picking individual lint balls out of the carpet from where it had fallen off our socks.  

She also told me to always leave the house wearing clean underwear.  You didn’t wanna get into an accident and be wearing dirty underwear.

Again, a saint of a woman.

But, she was always preparing for something.  At the time, it was sheer lunacy.  It was busywork for a bored son and a special needs daughter.  It was a punishment.  Why make a bed if I’m gonna be sleeping in it that night?  That question was always answered with, “Who says I’m gonna let you live that long?”

That’s precisely what the Christ is saying in the latter half of the scripture here.  The only things he promises are that he will return, this age will end, and his words will endure.  He doesn’t promise that he’s gonna let us live long enough to make it to bed tonight.  He promises this age will come to an end.  And he follows that promise with a command for us to prepare for that end.  To work towards it. We work towards a promotion at our jobs.  We work towards a better relationship with spouses or kids or parents.  We work towards having a nicer lawn and bigger, shinier things.  We work towards certainty.  We work towards all of these things, wallowing in our salvation and pointing our certainty at the next thing.  Waiting for the end of days, where we’ll be vaporized into the heavens and dance around on streets of gold with a crown.  But, that’s not what we’re called to do here.  

Simply put, Jesus is calling us to prepare this incomplete place for the day of it’s completion.  Jesus is calling us to do the work.  Now.  Here.  Prepare.  Now.  Here.  It’s not about someplace after this one and it isn’t about sometime after this one.  It’s about beginning the completion, the rectification, the healing of the here and now.  Because we exist in this place and in this time.  We are to always be working toward the coming age where God will peel back the hurt and the suffering.  Where God will make ALL of the wrongs right.  Where God will pour out the love we are called to embody.  And, selfishly, where God will heal the brokenness in my wife, and in my friends, and in my family, and in me.  That’s what we’re to be working towards.

There’s a brewery across the street that does more outreach for this community than most churches.  They paint houses, feed the hungry, and make incredible beer.  They open their arms and love and look past gender, skin color, sex, orientation, and so on.  They brew and sell beer and give love.  Does that not make you feel the exact same shame I feel?  They talk to the homeless.  They love the outcast and marginalized.  I look the other way.  I pretend the music coming through my headphones is too loud to hear them asking for help.

We have messed everything up, guys.  We have twisted and misinterpreted a beautiful message.  We have been called to create community, but we do so only with those we deem worthy.  With those that have the physical and spiritual characteristics that we agree with. I have friends who are pastors, theologians, that aren’t welcome to discuss their hurt and brokenness with their congregations because it’s not what a leader is supposed to do.  They’re to be certain, strong, have all the answers.  Always.  Is that the next age kinda community we are supposed to be ushering in?  

We give money to organizations, but don’t look the people who benefit from that money in the eye when we pass them on the street.  We donate to charities and shelters and speak out against rape and abuse and a million other things, but we do not sit with the woman who was raped and let her cry.  

We do not sit with the black family who’s son was murdered for selling cigarettes on a street corner.  

We do not sit with the heroin addict who’s puking and shaking from detoxing.  

We complain about football players protesting Empire for destroying community.   We post on social media and talk with our friends about how horrible mass shootings are, but we’ll be damned if anyone takes our guns from us.

We give money through websites and text messages.  We give our thoughts and prayers through likes and hearts online.  And we go on with our day feeling a little bit better about ourselves.  We just put another jewel into a crown.

Jesus isn’t calling us to delegate the responsibility for the work we are to be doing.  He calls us each to do it.  To do the work.  He could have used any analogy that he wanted, but he uses the analogy of servants.  Those who are to do the master’s work.  Plain and simple.  The end of the line.  Where the bucks stops.  No one below us to delegate our task to.  He says we are to be the servants, doing the bidding of the one who exists outside of time, that will usher in an age of completion.  And you know what we do?  We shirk our responsibilities and pass off the dirty work to those “with a heart for it” or “the patience for it” or “the stomach for it.”  

We are each called to a task and we hope someone else will come along and do it for us.

I’m ashamed of myself.  I’m ashamed of the church as a whole.  I’m ashamed that we have taken everything in this book and twisted it into self-serving, political and social power and propaganda.  When we’re called to be the servants preparing the people for the age when they will be made whole.  We weren’t called to add to their pain, to scream “Whore!” at the woman getting an abortion for circumstances we don’t know, to legislate marriage so only the people we deem worthy can enjoy it.  We were called to be the community, the completion, the coming age to the hurting here and now and we have beyond missed the mark on that.  To you, to me, to the church, be better. Today.  Be better now.  Be better here.

This time of year always breaks my heart.  I was fortunate to never miss a meal or a holiday.  I got presents every year at the applicable time of year.  I grew up knowing we weren’t wealthy, but there were many, many people worse off than we were.  I didn’t ever give up anything of mine to them, though. My stuff? My parents’ worked hard for my stuff.  The kids who weren’t getting a ham, or weren’t getting a new toy, their parents didn’t work as hard as mine.  A truly disgusting mindset, I know.  

But, that’s what society told me.  They said that the mom on welfare shouldn’t have had another kid.  That extra kid cost the others a good Christmas.  They said that the kid who’s parents were junkies should have been born to parents without a drug addiction, or mental imbalance, so they could have had a good Christmas.  And I was spoon fed that mindset by the church, gobbling it up like my Christmas ham.

We are called to create the next age now.  We are called to make this time of year mean something more than toys and meals and “How much did so-and-so spend on the thing?”  We are called to prepare for the coming age.

This season, the advent season, is all about that preparation.  Preparing ourselves for the coming Christ, preparing our communities.  In our preparation, we are called to remember where we’ve come from.  Because we exist in time, we have a past to look back at and honor.  We have traditions to tie us to those who came before, to those who did the work to usher in the coming age before us.  

One of those traditions is the lighting of the advent candles.  Each Sunday, leading up to advent, another candle is lit, culminating with the fifth candle on Christmas Eve.   Each of the five candles represents something different.

The first candle, today’s candle, is the candle of the prophets.  Reminding us to look back at those who came before, prophesying the coming of the gospel of the Christ.  And it serves as a reminder that we are now the ones being sent with the good news of Christ’s coming to reach our communities.  Doing the work, bridging the gaps, and working towards the completion, the rectification, of creation through Christ. The second candle is the Bethlehem candle.  It serves as a reminder that God acted in a particular place at a particular time.  God, who exists outside of time as we know, operates within time in a very specific manner.  This candle serves to remind us that the Christ was born a human to a human in a real place during a real time.  It also serves to remind us that we exist within a particular place at a particular time and in both, we are to be working towards the coming age.

The third candle is the Shepherd’s candle.  The shepherd, the smelly, poor, outcast member of their society and culture.  This candle is a reminder to us that God chose the lowest member of society to reveal himself to and to reveal his nature to seek out and restore those who’ve been marginalized and pushed to the edges.  It’s this candle that reminds us that God sought these people out, and it is our work to continue seeking this people out, to reveal the restoration of creation to.  

The fourth Sunday ushers in the angels’ candle.  The candle of extravagance.  The extra candle, as my wife would say.  The candle that shows us God can, because God can.  One angel would have been more that sufficient as a messenger to the shepherd’s from week three, but God sent an entire choir of them.  Because he can.  Because he is God and God’s love is an extravagant, over the top, YUGE kinda love.  God truly has the best love.

And the final candle.  The one lit on Christmas Eve.  It’s the candle for the Christ.  The one sent to begin the work of restoration for all of creation.  The one sent to begin the completion of God’s creation and the one who will come again to finish that work.  This candle reminds us of what was done and what’s left to be done.  

As the prophets were called to foretell the coming of the restoration, so are we called to continue the work of restoration.

As the human birth of the divine happened at a particular time and place, so are we called to live in the present, our own particular times and places, to continue the work of restoration.

As the shepherds were called to prove God’s love extends beyond class and culture, so are we called to continue reaching out past physical and social borders and boundaries to continue to work of restoration.

Is anyone seeing a pattern emerging here?  

As the choir of angels was called to show us God’s extravagant love, so are we called to continue showing the extravagant love of the one who exists beyond time and comprehension in an effort to further his desire for restoration.

And the final candle, the Christ candle, calls us to continue the work he started some 2,000 years ago.  The work of reaching out, reaching down.  The living, physical, tangible figures of restoration, ushering in the age to come that he promised.

As we enter into this time of advent, I beg all of you to do your part in bringing about the next age, the age to come.  The age promised to us by the Christ.  I beg you to begin the work of restoration in your community, wherever that may be.  

I’m gonna close simply.  

I want to invite my wife on stage at this time to join me in reading the passage for the prophet’s candle.  The candle that reminds us we are to be telling our communities about the great restoration of the Christ.  After the reading and the candle lighting, I will pray for us, and then I’ll shut up and we can all go home.