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🌈🎨 COLLAB FIC DROP: What if flirting was just bad communication and yearning? 🎨🌈 A.k.a. “What draws me to you”, aka soft trans boy, found family, posh art shops, and James Potter being a dumbass in love.

🚨 THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨 My soulmate of chaos @viki23spots and I have unleashed our shared brainchild onto AO3 and it’s full of feelings, flirting fails, found family threats, and the kind of romantic tension that makes you want to scream into your sleeve at 3am.

📖 Title: What draws me to you ✍️ Authors: Mia_Da_Cat & viki23spots 📍 WIP | 3 Chapters | 7.4k words 🔗 AO3: What Draws Me To You (Restricted, sorry guests!)

What’s it about, you ask? James Potter is tired. He’s creatively blocked. He has a half-dead writing assignment staring at him like a curse. His band’s on a time crunch. His best friend Sirius sent him on a paint errand. Life is a lot.

Enter: the fanciest, poshest art shop in town.

Enter: the cashier who might actually be a religious experience.

Regulus is quiet, precise, impossibly pretty, and has the kind of “I will destroy you with a single eyebrow raise” energy that sends James into full cardiac confusion.

James: “Uhhhh. Do you… have paint??” Regulus: “Do you have a brain cell?” James: “No. But can I have your Instagram. If you let me.”

Reader, he gets it. Somehow.

This fic contains: • One (1) Trans Regulus Black with standards so high the air is thin • James Potter panicking because the hot cashier looks a bit too much like his best mate and he might be in love • Soft but firm boundary-setting (yes, we are about communication here) • An entire found family of shop owners ready to murder James Potter gently if he hurts their boy • McGonagall giving romantic advice like the true academic battleaxe she is • A very serious rule: James must arrive at 5:45PM for the date. Not early. Not late. 5:45. Or he dies. • 24 unhinged texts in 5 minutes. One real apology. Actual consequences. • James being a disaster bisexual golden retriever of a manchild and Regulus going: “I like him. Dear God, why do I like him?”

💌 Coming in Chapter 4: A first date under soft gallery lights. A Van Gogh exhibition titled Poets & Lovers. And James trying very, very hard not to say something that makes Regulus leave him in the gift shop forever.

📎 Why should you read it? Because it’s gentle. Because it’s messy. Because it’s queer and real and warm and sharp all at once. Because Regulus deserves softness and safety and a boy who will actually listen. Because James is trying his absolute best. And because this fic will hold your hand and gently scream with you about how hard it is to be seen.

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what do you think mercy tastes like?

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh this is incredibleeeeeww

Keep adding chat we need a ethereal Marauders characters agenda of some sort jdjkkdkskakakak

sirius has the kind of beauty that's disturbing. before remus got together with him, it actually used to annoy him. like, it's the kind of thing where at seven a.m., when everyone looks like they just got into a fight with a bear, sirius looks clumsy in the most handsome way. effortlessly disheveled, soft hair framing his high cheekbones and shit. or when they started a water fight, and all the other boys looked like the ugly duckling, but sirius looked like some magazine model, with his shirt slightly see-through because of the water and his lips deep red. or that time at the yule ball, when they all felt so weird in their vests, but not him. sirius looked straight out of a dream. he was a prince, born to wear those things. no matter what the situation, he looked flawless. stunning. so gorgeous that it was truly painful. remus didn't know what to do with himself.

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Discussion • word count: 298

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“Moony, we need to have a discussion,” Sirius said, voice serious, arms crossed as he stood in the kitchen doorway. Remus didn’t look up from the book. “If this is about the little lace thing you want me to wear again—”

“It’s not,” Sirius said, marching in. “This is urgent.” 

Now, Remus looked up. “Alright,” he said, calmly. “What is it, love?” 

Sirius pointed an accusatory finger. “You, sir, are a menace to this household and to my emotional wellbeing.” 

Remus blinked. Concerned. “What? because I alphabetized your spice rack?”

“Because you’re making me wanna marry you,” Sirius said, all indignant and wild-haired. “And I think that’s incredibly unfair without warning. How dare you calm my every storm with  forehead kisses and cuddle time.”

Remus stared.. “Sirius.”

“No,” Sirius said, flopping onto the sofa. “Don’t try to logic your way out of this. You were making me tea this morning in your old jumper…one with the frayed cuffs and hole in the shoulder, then you kissed my temple while I was still half-asleep and called me ‘love.’ What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Enjoy it?” Remus suggested, biting back a smile.

“I did,” Sirius admitted, rolling to face him. “Too much. That’s the problem.”

Remus tilted his head. “So this discussion is really just a confession.”

“Maybe.”

Remus closed his book with a snap, leaned closer. “Alright then,” he said softly. “Here’s my counterpoint.”

And kissed him, cradling Sirius’ face in his hands.

Sirius made a pleased noise and melted into it. When they finally pulled apart, Sirius rested his forehead against Remus’. “I love our little discussions,” he whispered.

Remus laughed. Kissing his forehead. “Good. Because I’d like to have one about rings sometime.”

Sirius made another soft noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper.

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Cas does it again gamers

fifteen - june 15 - jegulus - james raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 612 - based on @ccccatttta 's post!

“Alright, Haz. Fifteen pounds, and that’s it, okay?” James said anxiously, hovering outside of the store door and hanging the crisp notes to his son.

“But Da!” Harry whined, frowning. “What if that’s not enough to get you something pretty?”

Harry had been begging for weeks to get James something for Father’s Day. The problem was, nobody was available to take him to the store, and of course, Harry refused to allow James to go in with him, since that would ‘ruin the surprise.’ So, after much negotiation on Harry’s part and worrying on James’s, they’d settled on a small store in their neighborhood with one way in and out. Harry had fifteen pounds and fifteen minutes. 

“Whatever you can get me with that will be perfect, darling,” James said, smiling at the five-year-old. “Now run quick! We still need to get lunch!”

So, beaming, Harry bolted inside.

And James immediately began biting his fingernails.

It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t capable. James and Lily had raised the young boy to be exceptionally polite, and he was able to use money enough to at least give a store clerk the right amount needed. 

It was the fact that he was doing this alone. Which meant that one, he could face danger and two, he might be capable of doing other things alone and therefore he was growing up and might no longer need James.

Both things were equally terrifying.

But still, James reminded himself that the young boy needed independence, and he had to make sure to give it to him. So he waited, eyes on the time, and allowed his son to peruse the small store.

It was only when ten minutes had gone by that the door opened again and Harry ran out, grinning, tugging a man along behind him with a triumphant look on his little face like he’d just found buried treasure.

“Da! I got you this!” he exclaimed, pulling the man to James.

James gaped. 

Not only was the man looking down at Harry with a kindly bemused look, but he was fucking stunning. Black curls, blue-gray eyes, a smile that made James’s stomach lurch, perfectly chiselled cheekbones and jawline…fuck. 

“Er, hi,” James said awkwardly, acknowledging the man before he turned to his son. “Harry, who’s this?”

“This is your present! A pretty boy for you! And he was free!” Harry answered excitedly, jumping up and down a bit. “Happy Father’s Day.”

The man spoke for the first time. “Sorry, he was very persuasive,” he chuckled softly. “I didn’t know how to tell him I’m not for sale.”

“Th-that’s okay,” James stuttered, already embarrassingly taken by the man. “What’s your name?”

“Regulus,” the shorter man smirked a bit. “And you?”

“James.”

“Well, James. Harry. Happy Father’s Day,” Regulus said with a small smile.

“Wait!” Both Harry and James yelled out at the same time, causing Regulus to turn.

“You are my present,” Harry declared, frowning and stomping his foot.

James took that as an opening. “Erm. We shouldn’t let him down, you know? I think…you should at least give me your number?” he asked giving Regulus a hopeful grin.

At that, the shorter man let out a little laugh. “Oh, that’s what you’re going with? ‘Give me your number, for the children?’” He raised an eyebrow, but he was grinning.

“Yes,” James replied, smiling too.

“Well, good for you that I happen to like kids. Much more than adults, actually,” Regulus snorted, reaching for James’s phone and programming in his phone number. “Harry has won my favor. Let’s see if you do, too. James.”

A few moments later, both Harry and James left the store, beaming and giddy.

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Wolf "is it dumb believing that you might love me too? Star"

wolf "you're singing obnoxious i'm laughing like spring your brown racer jacket my hands through the sleeves the smell of your perfume is all over me" star

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Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot ✨⚡️🌙

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I FOUND IT I FOUND THE ROSEKILLER POST

barty “I DONT EVEN CARE IF IT MAKES ME SOUND INSANE I RAN MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND I THANKED GOD TO TOUCH THE FLAME COS I SWORE NECKS WERE MADE FOR BRUISING I SWORE EYES WERE MADE TO CRY AND UR THE FIRST PERSON THAT IVE SEEN WHOS PROVEN THAT MIGHT BE A LIE” crouch jr

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evan “this could be a disaster theres so many factors like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all, the critical chapter where i say i love you and you dont say it after” rosier

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"how can we go back to be friends when we just shared a bed" but it's Evan utterly in love looking at Barty who is just using him for a good time unaware of his feelings

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i didnt need a heart anyways

They Didn't Flinch

When Regulus told them, it wasn’t dramatic. No tears. No trembling hands. Just a quiet truth placed between them like a fragile thing.

“I’m not a girl. I’m...Regulus.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Barty tilted his head and grinned, like Regulus had just confirmed something he’d known all along.

“Obviously,” Barty said, without missing a beat, and slung an arm over Regulus’ shoulder like it had always belonged there. Evan didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He squeezed Regulus’ hand once, firmly, and stood.

By the end of the hour, he and Barty were standing in front of Slughorn’s desk, all righteous fury and unwavering loyalty.

“He’s a boy,” Evan said, voice calm and cold.

“He belongs in our dorm.”

Barty didn’t wait for permission. He simply started moving Regulus’ things himself. They didn’t hesitate. Not once.

From that day on, it was like a switch had flipped. Every time someone said the wrong name, the wrong pronouns, Barty was on them like fire, sharp-tongued and unrelenting. Evan didn’t shout, didn’t rage... he stared. And people folded under it, every time.

They corrected everyone. Professors. Prefects. Friends. No apologies. No explanations. Just firm, unquestioned truth.

“That’s Regulus.”

“He’s a boy.”

“Say it right.”

And Regulus, who had spent so long shrinking to fit a name that felt like a noose.. finally exhaled. He wasn’t alone. He never would be.

Because Barty and Evan, rough and sharp and untamable, loved with a kind of ferocity that burned down fear.

They didn’t flinch.

They never even blinked.

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THANK YOU SO MUXH BESTIE JJDJDJKSISISIAIA

Will do a Peter one!!! Need a nap now haha

sirius has the kind of beauty that's disturbing. before remus got together with him, it actually used to annoy him. like, it's the kind of thing where at seven a.m., when everyone looks like they just got into a fight with a bear, sirius looks clumsy in the most handsome way. effortlessly disheveled, soft hair framing his high cheekbones and shit. or when they started a water fight, and all the other boys looked like the ugly duckling, but sirius looked like some magazine model, with his shirt slightly see-through because of the water and his lips deep red. or that time at the yule ball, when they all felt so weird in their vests, but not him. sirius looked straight out of a dream. he was a prince, born to wear those things. no matter what the situation, he looked flawless. stunning. so gorgeous that it was truly painful. remus didn't know what to do with himself.

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Your wish is my command :)

James Potter had the beauty of what one would consider "conventional". Everyone knew he was a handsome tyke - all broad shoulders and charming grins and hazel eyes. He was handsome, sexy, gorgeous, and that was about it.

Who ever saw the glimmer of gold in the depths of his eyes whenever he got emotional, thought his bright raucous laughter as magical, the perfect antidote to mend a broken heart? Noticed his slightly crooked teeth, and the character it gave his smiles? How his Hindi was accented with years in England, and how it sounded like a lullaby? How James beamed with pride after a good match, how sated he looked after a long workout? How he was compassionate to a fault, and how he was willing to lend a ear to everyone's problems, but rarely shared his? How after a waterfight, James' glasses would get hazy, so he'd have to take them off and thats when one truly saw his long lashes? How he had a birthmark under his chin shaped like a T? How his hugs were healing, comforting and put the world's warmest blankets to shame? How during the Yule Ball, James pulled out his maternal grandfather's old kurta, and looked like a real rajkumar, hesitant smile and shy blush dusting his cheeks, the heavily embroidered sleeves showing off his chaser's forearms, the burgundy colour complimenting his skin perfectly? How proud he is of his heritage, but feels as much an imposter as a brown boy in Scotland as he does when his aunts correct his rusty Hindi? James Potter, the human personification of the sun, always loved, and always taken for granted. Nobody thinks it sad when the sun sets, just as it is expected to rise everyday without fail, shining brightly and merrily as ever.

sirius has the kind of beauty that's disturbing. before remus got together with him, it actually used to annoy him. like, it's the kind of thing where at seven a.m., when everyone looks like they just got into a fight with a bear, sirius looks clumsy in the most handsome way. effortlessly disheveled, soft hair framing his high cheekbones and shit. or when they started a water fight, and all the other boys looked like the ugly duckling, but sirius looked like some magazine model, with his shirt slightly see-through because of the water and his lips deep red. or that time at the yule ball, when they all felt so weird in their vests, but not him. sirius looked straight out of a dream. he was a prince, born to wear those things. no matter what the situation, he looked flawless. stunning. so gorgeous that it was truly painful. remus didn't know what to do with himself.

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ICONIC

headcanon that regulus had crazy good reflexes (bc of the seeker thing) and his friends constantly threw things at him that he caught without even looking, which a certain gryffindor chaser found very hot

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✏️ Writing Dialogue That Sounds Like Real People, Not Theater Kids on Red Bull

(a crash course in vibes, verbal economy, and making your characters shut up already)

Okay. We need to talk about dialogue. Specifically: why everyone in your draft sounds like they’re in a high school improv group doing a dramatic reading of Riverdale fanfiction.

Before you panic, this is normal. Early dialogue is almost always too much. Too polished. Too "scripted." So if yours feels off? You’re not failing. You’re just doing Draft Zero Dialogue, and it’s time to revise it like a boss.

Here’s how to fix it.

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🎭 STEP ONE: DETOX THEATER ENERGY I say this with love: your characters are not all quippy geniuses. They do not need to deliver emotional monologues at every plot beat. They can just say things. Weird, half-finished, awkward things.

Real people:

interrupt each other

trail off mid-thought

dodge questions

contradict themselves

repeat stuff

change the subject randomly

Let your characters sound messy. Not every line needs to sparkle. In fact, the more effort you put into making dialogue ✨perfect✨, the more fake it sounds. Cut 30% of your clever lines and see what happens.

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🎤 STEP TWO: GIVE EACH CHARACTER A VERBAL FINGERPRINT The fastest way to make dialogue feel alive? Make everyone speak differently. Think rhythm, grammar, vocabulary, tone.

Some dials you can twist:

Long-winded vs. clipped

Formal vs. casual

Emojis of speech: sarcasm, filler words, expletives, slang

Sentence structure: do they talk in fragments? Run-ons? Spirals?

Emotion control: are they blunt, diplomatic, avoidant, performative?

Here’s a shortcut: imagine what your character sounds like over text. Are they the “lol okay” type or the “okie dokie artichokie 🌈✨” one? Now translate that into speech.

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🧠 STEP THREE: FUNCTION > FILLER Every line of dialogue should do something. Reveal something. Move something. Change something.

Ask:

Does this line push the plot forward?

Does it show character motivation/conflict/dynamic?

Does it create tension, add context, or raise a question?

If it’s just noise? It’s dead air. Cut it. Replace it with a glance. A gesture. A silence that says more.

TIP: look at a dialogue scene and remove every third line. Does the scene still work? Probably better.

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💥 STEP FOUR: REACTIVITY IS THE GOLD STANDARD Characters don’t talk into a void. They respond. And how they respond = the real juice.

Don’t just write back-and-forth ping pong. Write conflict, dodge, misunderstanding. If one character says something vulnerable, the other might joke. Or ignore it. Or say something cruel. That’s tension.

Dialogue is not just information exchange. It’s emotional strategy.

Try this exercise: A says something revealing. B lies. A notices, but pretends they don’t. B changes the subject. Now you’ve got a real scene.

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��� STEP FIVE: PAY ATTENTION TO POWER Every convo has a power dynamic, even if it’s tiny. Who’s steering? Who’s withholding? Who’s deflecting, chasing, challenging?

Power can shift line to line. That shift = tension. And tension = narrative fuel.

Write conversations like chess matches, not ping pong.

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✂️ STEP SIX: SCISSORS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND The best dialogue is often the second draft. Or third. Or fourth. First drafts are just you figuring out what everyone wants to say. Later drafts figure out what they actually would say.

Things to cut:

Greetings/closings ("Hi!" "Bye!"--skip it unless it serves tone)

Exposition disguised as chat

Obvious thoughts spoken aloud

Explaining jokes

Repeating what we already know

Readers are smart. Let them fill in blanks.

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🎧 STEP SEVEN: READ IT OUT LOUD (YES, REALLY) If you hate this step: too bad. It works. Read it. Mumbling is fine. Cringe is part of the ritual.

Ask yourself:

Would someone actually say this?

Does this sound like one person speaking, or a puppet show with one hand?

Where does the rhythm trip? Where’s the breath?

If you can’t say it out loud without wincing, the reader won’t make it either. Respect the vibe.

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🏁 TL;DR: If you want your dialogue to sound like real people, let your characters be real. Messy. Annoying. Human. Let them interrupt and lie and joke badly and say the wrong thing at the worst time.

Cut the improv class energy. Kill the urge to be ✨brilliant✨. And listen to how people talk when they’re scared, tired, pissed off, in love, or trying not to say what they mean.

That’s where the good stuff is.

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // official advocate of awkward silences and one-word replies

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

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After considering it for too long, and a year of living together as somehow adults, Remus and Sirius decided to buy a car. They were tired of walking around everywhere, taking the bus or depending on James to drive them places.

Sirius said he would take care of it and get a sweet deal with people he knew. At the end, Sirius came back not with a car but a motorbike.

"No" Remus shook his head "I don't know if you noticed but this is not a car"

The look on Sirius's face was wonderful and beautiful. Remus hadn't seen that kind of joy and excitement in a person before.

"This is the best thing I've ever gotten" Sirius sighed with satisfaction "She's beautiful"

It was old, maybe vintage. Remus didn't know about bikes but it looked rather cool. It smelled of leather and oil.

"She?"

"I decided to name her Jamie"

Remus almost laughed.

"Let me guess, Prongs's idea?"

Sirius giggled in response.

"Sirius, this is a vehicle not a pet"

Sirius was practically bouncing on his feet. Remus could get reasonable about the dangers of keeping it. How they talked about a car would be useful. A bike was inconvenient. But he knew from the look on Sirius's face they were keeping it. Sirius always got what he wanted anyway. Because Remus would give him the world just to see him smile like that.

"Want to ride Jamie, Moony?"

"No thanks, I'm gay" Remus answered, making Sirius laugh deliciously "Do you even know how to ride this thing?"

Sirius shrugged "The person who sold it to me might've explained" he said "But like good first times, it might hurt a little"

Remus loved the cheeky way in which Sirius was smirking.

"You need a license for that" he said "And helmets"

"Don't be a buzz, Moons" Sirius pouted like a little kid "Let's just try if it works"

"It might not work?" Remus gasped.

"Don't be mean to Jamie. She might be rusty but we just have to warm her up"

Remus rolled his eyes imagining all the double sense jokes Sirius was going to make.

"I do appreciate my life, thank you" he crossed his arms.

"You?" Sirius snorted "With the poor habits you have? All the junk you eat, the cigarettes you smoke and the amount of hours you sleep might kill you before my poor Jamie"

"Well, thank you very much" Remus scoffed.

"Please Moony!! Please!" Sirius begged, batting his eyes. His gorgeous eyes.

Sirius could ask him anything. He could ask him to die for him and Remus would do it. Something that might happen with "Jamie" but if it made Sirius happy it would be worth it.

"Fuck it" Remus sighed "Okay, fine!"

"Yeah?" Sirius beamed "We're riding Jamie?"

Remus scooped closer "Only if I get to ride you afterwards" he said before kissing his boyfriend's mouth.

Sirius sighed through the kiss "Oh Moony. Fucking deal" and they kissed more.

They got on the bike, Sirius at the front and Remus squeezing his back.

"Now I like the position we're in, Moons" Sirius said casually "Much sexier than driving a sodding car, eh?"

Remus let out a chuckle.

"You're bloody impossible" he said "I love you"

Sirius twisted his torso to face him.

"Love you too" then kissed him.

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aaaaaand spooke does it again everybody

Completely forgot to post here (again) but here is some streamers wolfstar content for my dear friend @katoasty’s birthday❤️

This is based on the fic ‘Wish you were here’ by the amazing @a-fiery-fox go check it out it’s soooo good!

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boys & girls by conan gray was written for remus lupin to think about sirius black to. i’m not joking because literally ch-cherry hair, so super bowie? / i want you to need me, i need you to love me like everyone else here tonight?? / you wouldn't care if i fell over and died, sigh, i’m not the only??? / he wants ya, you don't even see me, she wants ya, there's no point competing???? / he wants ya, she wants ya, like everyone else in your life???? / i don't know much about love, come find me in the crowd of all the boys and girls?????

the whole song from remus’ pov just screams “sirius is a celestial being i will never reach this star it’s so distant and beautiful and makes me feel things”. he’s so silly i wish he knew sirius black looks at him with heart eyes