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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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The Underdog

James Potter x Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, Implications of smut.

Word Count: 1,090

“I told you that we’re done for the night.”

“Jamesie.” You lulled out, reaching for the brunette looking down at you from where he was standing at the side of the bed.

He could see the bleary haze over your eyes and the blubbering giggles were an indication that you were deep in a subspace. You were stretched out on your back, sunken into the mattress. Based on your current disheveled state, someone had rocked you senseless. You were much further gone than usual, the incoherent babbles flowing from your mouth made that very, very clear.

“What the hell, Pads?” James said to Sirius, who was standing on the other side of the bed; “What’d you do to her, mate?”

Sirius’ eyes went wide, and he threw his hands up in defense.

“It wasn’t me! It was-”

“Remy!” You shrilled when the third marauder entered the dorm from the washroom.

His shirt was missing, and the only “clothing” he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist. A river of steam and heat escaped the connected bathroom when he opened the door, his bright smile appearing on his fresh face.

“Hi, baby girl,” He greeted, padding over next to Sirius to pick out some clean clothes; “Did you tell the other boys how good you were for me?”

James’ head snapped in Remus’ direction, his jaw falling slightly ajar. James and Sirius had always considered Remus the less skilled and experienced one in this relationship. Not that he wasn’t any good; quite the opposite, actually. It was just that Remus was always a bit softer and gentler, and usually took the longest to make you cum.

He was kind of like the underdog.

He was a different kind of lover in comparison to James and Sirius. Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off of you, shocked that Remus had single-handedly worked you into a subspace further than any of them had combined.

You ignored Remus’ question, sitting up abruptly and rising to your wobbly knees.

“Daddy, please one more?” You begged Remus, who had slipped on a shirt and sweats.

“No, not Daddy. It’s Remus now, princess,” He mewled, running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone; “I told you that we’re done for the night.”

You stuck out your bottom lip in protest, suddenly turning and flinging yourself at Sirius, who caught your leap and held you close.

“Siri, Daddy won’t let me cum again.” You whined, hoping to get Sirius to convince him or do it himself.

Sirius was starstruck, taken aback by this entire situation. Remus has asked Sirius and James earlier that morning if he could have you to himself for a few hours. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but every once in a while they boys would agree to let one of them have you to himself for a little bit. James and Sirius surely didn’t expect this.

“Well, how many times did you cum?” Sirius asked the question that he knew James had been thinking as well.

Remus was facing the wall as he dug around in his trunk for something, shielding his prideful smirk. He had never been one to brag.

“Uh...six.” You murmured.

Sirius and James both went rigid.

“Six?!” They echoed one another.

It seemed like an ungodly number, considering that James’ personal record was four and Sirius’ was five. This was one of the reasons that the boys kept the whole “having you to one man for himself” thing rare. It stirred up jealousy from time to time and caused heated competition. The three of them hated that because then you felt like you were just being used for points, which was NOT the case.

“Mmhm. I want it to be seven, but Daddy’s being mean.” You huffed, slouching away from Sirius when you realized that no one was going to satisfy you again.

“It’s Remus, [Y/N]. Not Daddy,” He reminded you, joining you and James on the bed; “I’m not being mean. You’re just already too far gone. You gotta come back for me, lovebug.”

You crawled into Remus’ lap, snuggling him and sighing when he peppered kisses over you.

“What did you do?” James asked his previous question again, but to Remus this time.

“I fucked her.” Remus replied, looking down at the girl curled up to him and stroking your hair.

“Well, obviously, but Prongs means how did you-” Sirius went to ask, but was cut off by Remus.

“I can’t give away all my secrets. I’m allowed to have my own way of making her feel good, can’t I?” Remus asked in a general sense, but really was addressing you.

You nodded with a sleepy grin, and life was beginning to return to your eyes. The four of you sat in silence, half of it from shock and half from contentment. Sirius and James were knocked silent, totally unsure of what to even say or ask. Eventually, you were the one to speak up.

“Remus?” You called out.

He smiled at you.

“Atta girl,” He praised; “What is it, angel?”

“I want to go to bed.” You told him, hoping the other boys were ready to shut down for the night.

Remus nodded, allowing you to sit up from his chest.

“Do you want to get in bed with Pads or Prongs?” He asked, thinking you’d want one of them since you had been with him alone all afternoon and evening.

The other two perked up, hoping that you’d pick them. But they were both disappointed when you denied either.

“I wanna sleep with you.” You alerted Remus.

“Not tonight. You need to let the other boys spend time with you,” He pointed out; “It wouldn’t be very fair if I had you all the time, right?”

You mumbled in disapproval, looking to Sirius.

“Can I sleep with you?” You questioned.

He grinned proudly, throwing a boastful look at James who was feeling very left out. Oh, well. He’d have his moment tomorrow.

“Sure. You don’t have to ask.” He said, guiding you up from Remus’ bed.

You gave Remus a swift kiss in one last attempt to get him to change his mind.

“Goodnight, Rem.” You batted your lashes.

He only returned you with another kiss, waving you off to go to Sirius’ bed across the room. You got under the sheets with Sirius, leaving a few chaste kisses along his jawline while you got settled. His voice was low and rumbling in your ear, saying one final thing before you went to sleep.

“Next time, I’ll make you cum seven times.”

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sidespromptblog · 3 years

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What to Do?: Chapter 10

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Warnings: General Angst, Remus being spooky, Hurt/Comfort, Brief Food Mention, and Sad Stuff.

Summary: Logan realizing that his first mistake was seeing the other sides as anything other than coworkers. They weren't a family. They didn't even like each other. How had he not realized sooner?

Word Count: 2,067

Logan heard the springs in his bed behind him squeal as someone sat down on it, and for a moment he didn’t look away from his computer. His eyes were already straining against the glare of the computer screen in front of him, he just wanted to close his eyes and rest for even just the slightest moment… but the presence behind him forced him to keep his back straight and his eyes trained professionally on what he was doing. It was only when he had made more than one spelling mistake on the same sentence did he direct his attention from that, to his cold cup of tea sitting right next to his keyboard.

Logan grimaced, now of all times he could have much rather preferred coffee, at least the caffeine from that would have helped keep him awake. But he just grimaced and took a sip, the sweetness mixing with the spices over his tongue making him scrunch up his face a little bit. Yes, he much rather preferred the bitterness of his old coffee, and despite what he’d said to Roman and Virgil…

He missed it so damn much.

He moved to take another sip, and the bed behind him squealed again, as the person behind him finally stood up.

“That’s enough nerd,” Logan felt his body jolt in surprise as he felt Remus’ hand smoosh over his face, and covering his mouth so that he couldn’t take a single sip from his drink. Looking up, he found his eyes locking with Remus’, as his head was bent backwards so that he couldn’t have even tried to look at his computer even if he had wanted to keep working on it. Remus’ stance was clear, even if his methods were… odd. “That’s enough…” The creative side spoke again, with a surprising amount of softness in his voice, the wild chaos that had been present the other day all but gone.

Nevertheless, Logan attempted to bat the other side’s hand away.

Clearing his throat he wheeled his chair around so that he could properly address Remus. “You’re a bit late,” He began, before holding up his hands before Remus could talk. “But given your track record, lateness is better than nothing. Do you have your paperwork Creativity?”

Remus’ expression spasmed, and his hands clenched tightly for a moment, as if he had gone through all of the stages of grief and had gotten stuck in the process of rage for a moment. His eyebrows pinched, and the dark look in his eyes took a moment too long before it finally cleared away to a blank kind of smoothness, that told Logan more than enough about how Remus felt in that moment.

“That’s not my name,” The creative side said carefully, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists, as if he was still contemplating decking Logan right then and there. “You know that… Logan.” Remus’ teeth bared themselves in a fierce smile, that was more of a threat than pleasantries. “So do not call me that. My name hasn’t been Creativity for a very long time, that’s Roman’s title… not mine.”

“Don’t you forget it.” That smile said, “Or I’ll rip out your throat.”

Logan cleared his throat, and in an instant the look was gone, replaced instead by a simple look of impatience.

“That being said…” Remus groaned to himself, as he flopped back onto Logan’s bed, completely ruining the neat and orderly presentation of his blankets and pillows when he did. “I'm supposed to be here apologizing.” He grumbled, sounding very… not sorry in the process. “Apparently…”

Logan’s head cocked to the side, curiosity curling in the bottom of his stomach.

“Apologizing?” He asked, “For what?”

Remus kicked his legs out, scattering Logan’s starry blanket and nearly making it flop onto the ground, only caught by the creative side’s leg at the last second. An angry frustrated huff left Remus, as he snatched up one of Logan’s pillows and pressed it over his face as if he was trying to suffocate himself so that he wouldn't have to answer these questions anymore. In Logan’s honest opinion, he looked all too similar to a child throwing a temper tantrum, and just like that… the image of Remus wearing the dunce hat while pouting flashed into his mind like a streak of lightning.

Logan had to press his lips together to keep his smile down.

And just like that another groan sounded from Remus, “For ruining your schedule!” He finally shouted, throwing his hands up in the air as he suddenly sat up, the pillow flying off of his face and falling at Logan’s feet. “Janus says that if I apologize that it’ll help things, and things certainly aren’t supposed to be like this!” The creative side swept his hands out dramatically, emphasizing Logan’s room, and how it was supposed to look like a cubicle until Logan had started feeling too tired to hold up the illusion of it all. “You’re supposed to be the boring ordinary one that bests me! But this!” Remus stomped his foot, “You’re letting me win with this!”

Bending down Logan picked up his pillow, and dusted off a speck of imaginary dirt before tossing it back over to Remus. The creative side caught it with no problem, before hugging it tight to his chest, a borderline desperate look on his face. He hadn’t looked sorry before, especially now with knowing that Janus had been the one to make him apologize. But now… now he truly looked sorry, even if it wasn’t for the reasons that Janus had wanted him to be.

“Remus,” Logan began, his voice much softer than it had been with any of the others. “You don’t have to apologize to me, not for finally getting me to see what I needed to see in order to get the others to listen to me.” Remus’ face blanched for a moment, and a look of miniscule guilt that Logan didn’t exactly understand passed over his face within a second. “Truthfully… I understand how you feel.” Logan began again, this all felt so easy to explain to Remus than it did with any of the other sides, and he had no idea why. “I understand how you felt… by constantly being ignored all this time.”

For a long moment, Remus looks solemn. Up until the moment that Logan finally stands up and makes his way over to the bed. Sitting next to the creative side Logan stops for a moment, before flopping back much of the same way that Remus had and after only pausing for a moment Remus does the same. The two of them laying there, side by side, as Logan stares up at his ceiling and Remus stares at him

A heavy sigh leaves Logan, and without even thinking about it he presses his pillow over his face in the same way that Remus did. “I deluded myself,” He mumbled into his pillow, before dragging it off of his face. He feels weak when his eyes start to sting and water, “The others weren’t ever my family, or even my friends. They didn’t like me… I was just.. just annoying to them. So… so…” Logan hates himself for how his bottom lip trembles, but he knows that he’s right and that it needs to be said to the one person who might get it. “So boring.”

For all intents and purposes… Remus feels crushed.

It’s a new feeling for him, being this hurt by someone who isn’t Janus and isn’t his brother. And what’s worse is that Logan isn’t even meaning to hurt him, this is a hurt born from feeling empathy for another person. He knows that he should hate it, and that he should hate Logan for it as well. But the kicker is…

He can’t.

He can’t hate Logan for this, not when he made this happen.

“I’m sorry.” He wants to say it again and again, until Logan truly understands what he’s apologizing for, until Logan understands that he’s apologizing for the others as well and everything that they've done to hurt him, and until Logan felt that he could go back to the way that things were before all this.

Instead he just nods his head, “I know.” He turns over, so that Logan can have his tears in peace, “The others miss you though, they… think of you as family…” Remus winced, while the words didn’t exactly feel like a lie, it still felt…

Hollow.

Like it was too little and very much too late after everything that had been done, he knew that had he been in Logan’s shoes his reaction wouldn’t have nearly been so.. so nice. In his eyes, Logan was giving them far better than what they deserved, despite what he had said to Virgil… he knew that there wasn’t much he could do to help this situation, and that anything he did would mostly just make Logan pull away more and more. If anything, his ranting and even his presence here probably made things worse for the others already…

Just like with everything that he did.

Logan snorted roughly, and just that Remus was dragged back to the present.

“That too bad,” The logical side muttered sourly, his lips twisting into an angry frown. “They can imagine whatever they want, but our relationship was nothing more than them taking what they wanted from me, and leaving me in the dust. They don’t get to miss that just because I decide that I’ve had enough. No matter how much I regret that this is how things are, and no matter how much I miss them… this is how it is from now on. They ensured it.” Logan didn’t like the dark feeling that had seeped into his chest, the anger that burned there, or the hurt that seemed content with lacerating his heart every time he thought about how things used to be.

He could have been content, and he could have just turned a blind eye to all of this and just… looked at the good moments. Like when Virgil smiled at him after their mock debate, or when Roman had made him his book, and when Patton smiled at him after he had gotten the moral side his new hoodie. He could have just pretended, and learned to take things how they were, and make himself look away from the bad parts.

He could have…

But he didn’t want to anymore.

“I’m tired…” Logan finally sighed out, when only silence had answered him after his long spiel. “And maybe that’s boring of me too, but at least I can be happy with that.”

For a moment there was nothing, before Remus finally moved.

His arm tucked its way around Logan, pulling him in tight and holding him there firmly. “I know.” Remus merely said, those two words holding a deeper meaning than the logical side could ever truly know. “I know…”

Logan…

Logan wanted to break apart into a million pieces the moment that Remus had touched him, in a good way. It had felt like forever since he'd last touched one of the other sides, let alone a good touch that didn’t reek of annoyance from one of the others. It had been forever since he’d sat with the others, everyone touching everyone as they all watched movies late into the night. It had been forever since, Virgil had just casually sat with him on the couch, the anxious side leaning against him without a second thought. It had been forever since Roman had slung his arm over his shoulders to show him something new and interesting. And… and it had been forever since Patton had swiped his hair out of his face, in an act of care and love.

He hadn’t let them touch him, because he knew that if they did...

Logan heaved a shuddering breath, and turned into Remus’ one-armed embrace and shoved his face into the other side's chest. Letting his tears get soaked up by the fabric of the creative side’s shirt, just this once… he let himself do this.

While Remus…

Remus let his touches linger as he curls his entire body around Logan, as if he were protecting him just as it always had countless times with Janus.

It comes to him as easy as breathing does.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hello! I just watched this video

https://youtu.be/jFFD5-vr_hY

It is a Puck Personality where the players are trying to name as many Disney Princesses as they can. I thought it would be so funny to see the Lions try this because some would be so good at it and some would probably only get one or two.

Thanks for writing so many amazing stories! I love your work!

-(my plan was to sign this with a cute little squirrel emoji but there isn’t one! Who makes an emoji for a mosquito but not a squirrel!)

Hey, Squirrel! This video was a great way to start the week and watching them all struggle was just adorable. Hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Can I wear the crown?” Finn asked someone behind the screen. His face lit up as Marlene came around and placed the tiara on his head. “Hell yeah! What am I here for, again?”

#7: James Potter, Winger

“Hey, Lions, I’m James Potter and today I’ll be trying to name as many Disney princesses as I can,” James said when the video cut to him. The tiara was slightly askew on his hair, but looked quite lovely with his glasses. “I’m probably going to fail. I know Jasmine and the mermaid girl. What’s her name?”

“Can’t tell you,” Marlene called off-screen.

“Damn. Well, there’s a mermaid in there somewhere. Oh, shit, which one is Lily’s favorite?” He bit his lip, then grinned. “Merida! I’ve got three, right?”

“Two.”

“Jasmine, Merida…Cinderella? With the slipper?” He glanced out of frame. “Yeah, Cinderella. And there was the one with the gnomes who fell asleep.”

#6: Remus Lupin, Winger

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought. “I watch these all the time, how am I forgetting the names? Okay, we’ve got Belle, and Elsa, and Rapunzel, and then I am totally blanking on every other princess. This is awful. Does Nala count? From the Lion King? Oh! Maid Marian!”

“She’s not a princess,” Marlene laughed.

“She’s the king’s niece!”

#30: Kasey Winter, Goalie

Kasey tapped his feet on the floor as he counted on his fingers. “What’s the record so far?”

“Five.”

“Ah, shit. I said Snow White, Elsa, and Anna already. How many are there in all?”

“Officially? Twelve. That count is up for debate, though.”

“Are you kidding me?”

#12: Sirius Black, Center (Captain)

Sirius raised an eyebrow at the camera with an amused smile, then cleared his throat. “Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Moana, Tiana, Rapunzel, Belle, Ariel, Elsa, Anna, Jasmine, Mulan, Snow White. Oh! And Merida, she’s Lily’s favorite.”

The camera crew was silent for a moment. “Holy shit,” Marlene finally said. “The record was five.”

“Part of living in the Dumais household is in-depth discussions with a five-year-old about the intricacies of Disney princess movies. Five is pathetic, now gimme.” Marlene handed him the tiara and he put in on with a smug smile.

#9: Pascal Dumais, Center

“Sirius only got thirteen?” Dumo asked with a shake of his head. “That’s so cute. Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora, Tiana, Rapunzel, Elsa, Anna, Belle, Moana, Ariel, Jasmine, Mulan, Anastasia, Elena, and Giselle. I believe I was promised a tiara?”

#10: Logan Tremblay, Winger

Logan stared off-screen with wide eyes, one hand covering his mouth. “Oh, merde, Katie was just interrogating me about this the other day. Um, Elsa and Anna? I think they count. There’s—there’s Belle, and then Arielle. Ugh, wait, I have to say it all American like Loops. Ariel. Is Cendrillon the same in English?”

“Cinderella,” Marlene supplied. “But that works.”

#43: Thomas Walker, Defenseman

“Come on,” Talker scoffed. “That crown is mine, McKinnon, or my baby sisters are never going to let me live it down. We’ve got Cinderella, Aurora, Rapunzel, Anna, Merida, Tiana, Moana, Ariel, and Mulan. Easy.”

“Dumo named fifteen.”

Talker’s jaw went slack. “Fifteen?”

#1: Leo Knut, Goalie

Leo had his head in his hands. “I was feeling so good about naming seven until you told me about Cap. You’ve crushed my spirit, Marlene.”

“Will a tiara make you feel better?”

“…yes.”

#5: Olli Halla, Defenseman

Olli looked hopefully at the camera. “I know them in Finnish. Does that count?”

Victor: Pascal Dumais

“Can we keep these?” Finn asked, leaning out of the way when Marlene tried to take the tiara back. “I know I only got, like, four, but I feel like I earned it.”

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lyallblacklupin · 3 years

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It’s not Black!

Wolfstar: Fluff/Domestic

Sirius has a big charity event to attend at his work, and is allowed to bring a date. He doesn’t have to think because he already have a certain someone sitting at his apartment, also known to be his fiancé. However, the fiancé is super self-conscious about his appearance for the upcoming event. Sirius buys him a suit he is not satisfied with, and it there is a very authentic reason to it. If authenticity includes the color of the suit, then yes.

“But I bought this for you!”

“But this is for you!”

“No its not!”

“I mean of course—but it’s not for me!”

“Moony!” Sirius glares at Remus, fuming like an angry puppy, “I bought this suit for my formally known fiancé so that he could wear this to this upcoming charity event where I am to bring him as my date. Is that clear now? Oh and for the record, my fiancé is you, i hope you know what.”

Remus throws his hands in the air as his gesture of annoyance, and falls on the couch nearby with his hands now holding his face.

“I mean why is it so difficult for you to understand what I’m trying to say?” He mumbles, his hands still covering his precious face.

Sirius feels heat rise to his cheeks, feeling mortified at the other’s question.

“What!? I always understand what you try to say, but right now you’re not even trying a little bit!”

“Why do I have to try?” Remus groans, “It’s your job to decipher my vague comments.”

Sirius is getting impatient because of his lover’s rude and pointless arguments, and also he can’t see Remus’ facial expressions at least which is driving him crazy. He takes a deep breath, and stayed silent for moment. He was gradually trying to make sense. Why Remus doesn’t think this suit is for him? Because he doesn’t want to wear it. Why he doesn’t want to wear it? Because he doesn’t want to go to the event.

“Okay, you mean you don’t want to go to the event with me. It’s fine, but you can always tell me you know,” He is slightly hurt because Remus doesn’t have any good reason for him to not go, but he is concerned why he didn’t say it to his face, “I’ll try to get back early tonight—but don’t wait up, okay?”

Sirius is turning back to go into their closet to hang the suit in the cupboard. Maybe I can return it tomorrow to the store. But before is out of their room, Remus catches him by his wrist, and Sirius struggles to fight his hurt expressions.

“Look at those puppy eyes,” Remus grins, stroking the other’s cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He leans in and kisses Sirius’ left eyelid, and then right.

Sirius was now heating up because of the fluttering in his stomach, which never stopped even after their five years of relationship. Sirius proposed him few months ago, and it feels like they are in a newly committed relationship all over again. It’s more than amazing.

“Who knew that the excellent student at Hogwarts, the most cunning marauder, and the ingenious employee of the year who by the way is getting promoted in few weeks, can be this stupid to make out my vague speech so, so horribly?”

Sirius just looks at him because it’s soothing. Remus is so beautiful to stare at, especially those amber eyes. He can stare at them forever.

“Why would you think that I’m trying not to go at that party of yours? I mean I do undermine myself because you look way out of my league obviously, but going out where you let people know how much you adore me and find me special, makes so honored.”

Sirius doesn’t know what to say. Then what could be the logical explanation to this?

“Infact I’ve been feeling so conscious about myself ever since you’ve told me about this event—i don’t know what will look good on me.”

Now everything is making sense.

“You didn’t like the suit?” Sirius asks.

“Well—i did like it...” Remus is biting his lower lip, smiling sheepishly, “it’s just not for me...”

“Moony, you’re doing it again.”

“Yeah sorry! It’s just that—not a big concern but It’s black!”

Sirius blinks at him, confused.

“Say that again?”

“It’s Black!” Remus exclaims, absolutely anxious. Sirius was utterly perplexed. What the hell is Black? Me? Of course! But He knows I hate being called Black. That’s why I’m marrying you Mr Lupin!

“Me?” He tries.

“Ahhhh!!” Remus stomps his feet like a grumpy baby, “The suit! You dummy!”

“It’s not black!” Sirius retorts half heartedly because IT IS NOT BLACK!

“Yes! The suit. Is. Black! I can not be much clearer than that, Sirius! Otherwise, you love to argue with me and I’m not happy about it.”

“The suit. Is. NOT. Black! It’s Ebony!”

Thank Merlin! There is no retaliation because Remus Lupin is standing there in the middle of their bedroom, in his grey pyjamas, and tousled ash blonde hair, looking thoroughly dumbfounded. And not to mention, extremely cute!

“It’s not...” He says but trails off. Sirius has to keep himself from kissing him senseless.

“It is ebony, love. It looks black in these lightnings. Let me show you again.” He drops the suit hanger on their bed, and opens their curtains to let in some sunlight. And viola! Remus’ face is now relaxed as a certain inaudible ‘oh’ came out from his mouth. Sirius smiles at him.

“But let’s hear it what’s with your aversion to black color?” He asks him gently.

“It’s your color.” Remus says that under his breath but the other heard him already.

“Who say you can’t wear black?” Sirius has now slipped his hands into Remus’ waist, locking him in his embrace. Their faces were mere centimeters away from each other.

“You know how to pull it off, you know...”

“You think you can’t pull off black?” Sirius asks incredulously, and Remus doesn’t say anything, “Merlin, now that you brought that up, I’ve been dreaming about you since fourth year—That’s what like seven years ago—and in my ultimate fantasy I have always seen you wearing black!”

“You fantasied me wearing black?” Remus says as if he heard a joke.

“Yes! Because Black is sexy. I never bought you anything black because i never saw you wearing it ever! Like we’ve been living with each other for what? 11 years! And i thought you never like it. I honestly thought you had some aversion to it. But then turns out you have were in love with guy named Black who also wear black as his last name.

“You are sexy! Black is sexy! And oh—“ Sirius groans, “—oh you would look even sexier when you come in front of me wearing it. Oh Merlin, Lupin, let me get you a black suit.”

Remus looks scarlet. He was hiding his face again under his hands but this time Sirius could feel him grinning goofily. Sirius brings his hands up to wrap them around his wrists, and reveal his flustered face.

“Come on, show me your pretty face.”

“I’m not pretty.” Remus murmurs.

“Okay, you are not pretty. You are sexy. You are so beautiful, the most gorgeous, you—“ He finally pulls Remus’ hands away, and quickly grabs his face to pull him in a passionate kiss. He deepens the kiss and Remus feels so soft, and he feels like shrinking into Sirius’ body as his hands are swaddling him by his torso, his legs are coming up for Sirius to grab him up. And he did. Now Remus was completely wrapped around him. His head is buried into his shoulders. Sirius rocks him, kissing every part of his body he could reach his lips to.

“I love you.” Remus’ muffled voice comes from the shoulder which immediately melts Sirius’ heart.

“Oh, I love you too, my Moony. So that means you’re wearing black tonight? No ebony, no felony?”

Remus reappears from his arms to face him, smiling crookedly. His flushed cheeks illuminating his face.

“Whatever you choose, love.” He confirms.

“Oh, tonight is going to be the best night of my life!” Sirius spins them so hard that they fell on the bed, soaking in other’s warmth and laughter.

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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Albus Dumbledore being an awesome teacher and human being

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

(Imma be honest with y’all, it’s mostly just him being a crackhead.)

He tells stories about Grindelwald, about their marriage and their beliefs and their lives together. All of the stories have lessons - sure, a lot of those lessons are about how NOT to make pasta, but they’re still lessons!

He likes to matchmake students using seating charts and certain magical spell assignments. He’s very good at it. I mean, he’s shit at figuring out who likes each other, but he is great at meddling, so Mcgonogall tells him who to mess with and he does as he’s told. They make a great team (and are invited to a lot of weddings). Couples they’ve helped include but are not limited to: Dean and Seamus, Luna and Ginny, Hermione and Harry and Ron, Sirius and Remus, Peter and Maxwell Needles, Peter and Regulus (that was later), Lily and Severus and James, Fred and Lee plus George and Lee, Charlie and Newt (queerplatonic), Leta and Newt (queerplatonic), Harry and Luna (queerplatonic), and Sirius and James and Remus (queerplatonic). They’ve been very busy.

He and Mcgonogall have teatime almost every day. They talk about their students and work on their matchmaking plans. There’s a lot of sass and deadpanning involved. Sometimes they invite Remus, Sirius, and James. (Not Peter. He doesn’t need the same level of torturing that they do.) Bubbles of all shapes and sizes and colors float around the room the whole time. It’s fantastic.

He accepts gossip in exchange for extra credit. He’s a really good secret keeper too, so a lot of students go for it. (It hasn’t broken any friendships. There’s an understanding among the student population that Dumbledore is like Ms. Potts from that Muggle film Beauty and the Beast - well-meaning and trustworthy, but terribly, terribly bored.)

Everything in his classroom is pink. And glittery. And covered in sequins. Once a student asked him why and he just smirked for a solid minute before whispering, “Lemonade.” (As if that makes any fucking sense.)

He once taught class in a full-fledged glittery ballgown that faded from light pink to deep purple. He did not once acknowledge it or act like anything was out of the ordinary. One student raised their hand and asked timidly, “Professor? Why are you wearing a ballgown?” And his brow furrowed as he frowned, looked down at himself, and muttered, “Thought it was a bathrobe.” (Harry does not let him live this one down. His dad is not much help - Severus took many, many pictures.) (Not that it mattered. On Wednesdays Dumbledore wears pink (glittery ballgowns).)

He speaks to kids who have parents, friends, and relatives in prison, whether for being Death Eaters or otherwise. He chaperones visits to Azkaban for them so they can see their loved ones. He casts protective and invisibility charms on them so only the one they’re visiting can see or hear them, and he teaches them Patronuses (with Remus’ help, of course). He often spends these visits on the other side of Grindelwald’s bars, playing wizard’s chess against him. (Sometimes Grindelwald gives him flowers. It always makes Dumbledore smile. There may be no one left in the world who understands why they love each other, but they don’t need to understand it for it to be true.)

He stands at the front of the classroom and makes funny faces during tests and waits to see how long it takes for a student to look up. His latest record is seven minutes.

When he’s teaching Grindelwald’s history, he makes snarky comments about his husband. They range from “I mean really. Who the fuck thought wizards ruling Muggles was a good idea?” (Rest in peace that one student who thought it was a good idea to say, “You did, Professor.”) to “Honestly, that man has no concept of romance. I ask him for a nice night out and he takes me to a Muggle rally about witchcraft and tries to impress me by playing practical magical jokes on the speaker. A toddler could do that.” (He often gets mushy during those stories though, usually trailing off like “But that time he took me to my childhood home for my birthday was sweet… brought me flowers for Ariana’s grave and everything. Sure, he killed her, but… he has a sweet side…” and from there on out he’s basically a lost cause and you might as well go to your next class because he’s not going to stop humming that fucking Elvis song).

He “loses” his glasses all the time by casting an invisibility charm on them and forces his students to search the classroom for them when they’re on his face the whole time. He thinks it’s funny. Harry does not. (But Severus and Mcgonogall do, and that’s really what matters.) (Severus and Mcgonogall and Dumbledore are a fantastic trio full of snark and sarcasm and shit, I have just decided.)

He makes little animals out of multi-colored magical dust and they fly around the classroom and perch on his favorite students’ heads. Once a dragon fell asleep on Newt’s head and wouldn’t leave even when class was over. Newt had to wait for the magic to wear off so it would disintegrate. (Of course, he had named it by that point and had a meltdown when it disappeared, so Dumbledore recreates the dragon (Robert) every class and just lets Newt coo at it, even during tests.)

He conjured and charmed two giant (I mean Egypt half-animal half-man guard statue size giant) fluffy pink teddy bears that are alive and stand on either side of him like bodyguards during class. A Slytherin student punched one in the stomach once and it vomited enough M&Ms over their head to completely bury them. The student’s partner, a Ravenclaw student, punched the other one in an ill-advised burst of illogical thought and received the same treatment, but in Skittles. (Luckily their Gryffindor aro-ace friend and nonbinary Hufflepuff friend stayed after class and ate until they could move again. Safe to say no one has dared punch the bears again.) (Though I hear they do give very good hugs. And they eat homework if you ask nicely enough!)

He has a bunch of cloaks that act as portals to realms like Merlin’s Celestiums (S.G.E., Soman Chainani). He gives one to each student for tests, and they are transported to their ideal test-taking environments, complete with whatever song they feel like listening to at any given minute playing all around them. Unsurprisingly, his students have the best grades in all of Hogwarts. (He also has a secret cloak that he uses for himself, to see Grindelwald. Grindelwald has his own matching one so he can always make it home for Thursday date night.) (They have been caught. Of course they have. But no one is going to challenge Dumbledore for his right to see his husband, even if he did marry a murderer.) (Sirius and Remus used to steal the cloak for their own dates. And later on James would steal it to take the two of them on friend-dates. Inspired by that, Dumbledore made a special cloak for Mcgonogall that he gifted her on her fiftieth birthday. The smile she gave him then is his favorite of all time.)

He bickers with Fawkes constantly. This often evolves into full-fledged screaming matches with spastic hand gestures, gratuitous spit, and angry hops on both sides. Once Dumbledore drew wand on his “useless babbling bastard of a bird”. No one has bothered to tell Dumbledore that Fawkes probably can’t understand a word of their arguments. (They do evacuate the classroom when these fights start though. The last time they stayed their hair was gone for a week, and when it grew back it was glittery and pink.) (Harry looked especially fantastic. Sirius thought he looked great. He laughed until he was in tears. Harry was not amused.) (Remus was.)

Sometimes he’s absent from class and Mcgonogall teaches them instead. When asked if he’s alright, Mcgonogall simply answers, “My partner is away on personal business for the day. Now, turn to page -” Soon enough people figured out that “personal business” meant “conjugal visit with Genocidal Maniac Husband™ in prison”. They stopped asking.

He gives all of his students the red button test (without knowing what it does, do you press the red button?). Those who pass get automatic A’s and a lollipop. Those who fail get a talking pet pygmy puff. The thing that usually trips people up is that Dumbledore considers the “correct” answer to be pressing the goddamn button. (Seamus is the only one who has ever passed (enthusiastically too!). Newt half-passed because Niffy the Niffler sat on it.) (Sirius and James would have passed too if they had not been the life partners of one Remus Lupin, whose creativity with threats and extensive curse-word vocabulary rivaled Mcgonogall’s even at the tender age of fifteen.)

He has floating war maps just lying around. He plays battleship with his students on them. What he neglects to tell them is that their moves have actual consequences in the world, as the maps are magical and reflect real battles and places. When Harry finds out (he blew up Denmark, completely unawares) he shows up at Dumbledore’s door soaking wet at five-thirty in the morning with a newspaper, his fists clenched, his face red, and his chest heaving. He wouldn’t stop glaring for weeks. (Alas, Dumbledore’s glorious beard has great resistance to fire spells.) (Following an incident involving the original four Marauders in their third year. Shhh… we do not speak of that.)

He has a habit of walking into random classrooms, gesturing for a student to come with him with his finger, and then taking them to his office for teatime. He usually asks them inane questions about a specific theme (fish, pasta strainers, socks, throw pillows, mooses, etc.) for hours until finally dismissing them. It drives Mcgonogall crazy. (She’s yelled at him plenty for “kidnapping students to ask them questions you know you could easily find on that Muggle infer-het thing! They have exams, Albus -” but he just smiles at her while calmly sipping his tea and she always ends up collapsing in the chair across from him with a sigh, taking the tea from his hands and chugging it before wiping her mouth, slamming it down on the desk, and asking, “So. Fish. What’s up with them?” and Albus just beams.)

He spends half of his class lessons babbling on about how Merlin was gay for Arthur and Arthur was gay for Merlin, but not in long tangents. Just a bunch of random comments without context, warning, or explanation. (He mentions “poetry” a lot and waggles his eyebrows for some reason, so… what’s up with that? (Merlin BBC))

He overshares A LOT about his and Grindelwald’s lives. It’s a problem because 90% of the time it’s something sweet or innocent like “Oh, he brought me a tiger lily that bloomed open to show a gold and ruby ring nestled inside on our first anniversary. That’s how he proposed to me” and “He used to hum while he did the housework, you know? He’d stand in the middle of the house and close his eyes and just hum. Almost entire symphonies too, just waving his wand in the air like a conductor” to “This one time in bed he…” and there is NO warning. The amount of things these poor children’s ears have had to endure… (*shakes head in mock disappointment*)

He often cooks during class using wandless magic. The pots and pans heat themselves and float around in the air. Sometimes Dumbledore dances and then they start dancing too. He whistles and creates a base beat for the sizzling, popping, clanging, and other kitchen noises to follow. This usually happens during tests. Oh joy.

He leaves the windows open when it rains, but somehow nothing ever gets wet. Harry and Hermione have a theory that it’s protection charms. (Really it’s a spell Severus made up when he was drunk because he was angry that umbrellas don’t have enough room under them for three, and he’s always been the most self-sacrificial person in his marriage.)

He regularly makes bets with Mcgonogall about the students’ love lives. Not money, but little things the other doesn’t want to do or buy. Dumbledore usually has to handle the Marauders’ detentions or give up one of his teddy bear guards for Mcgonogall’s experimental enjoyments. Mcgonogall has to do something embarrassing or let him borrow one of her glittery hats. They should really stop making bets at this point; the stakes and the winners are dreadfully predictable. He always wins when the bet is on a student’s sexuality or gender and she always wins when the bet is on who a student will end up with. Nonetheless, the bets continue. So too does their grumbling amusement.

He figured out how to make a broom invisible when he and Grindelwald first fell in love, so they could be showy with each other at their Greater Good rallies. They later used it for dates, prison breaks, and daring escapes complete with kisses under the moon. Once Grindelwald went to Azkaban, Dumbledore used it to find some privacy where he could grieve. Now, he uses it to travel around his classroom and Hogwarts and trick everyone into thinking he can fly by sheer will. Only Mcgonogall knows his secret. (And Severus, but Dumbledore doesn’t know that because he told him when he was black out drunk. So.)

He lets pygmy puffs sleep in his beard. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

He once taught class while teetering on his feet because he had somehow gotten himself tangled in Christmas lights from shoulders to ankles and couldn’t move. (Sirius wandered in and saw this, cried he was laughing so hard, and then warbled his off-key way through as many Christmas carols as he could remember for the rest of class.) (Dumbledore tried to Silencio him but just fell over trying to make the wand movement. He broke his nose. Sirius almost had a panic attack because he couldn’t breathe from how hard he was laughing. By the end of this he had curled up in a fetal position on the floor, Remus was lying down next to him and muttering jokes to him, Mcgonogall was trying to fix Dumbledore’s face, and Severus had taken over the class. Not that they got much done - James was visiting that day. And him, Sirius, and Remus all laughing about the same thing rarely leads to a quiet and calm learning environment.) (They gave him a joint present of rainbow Christmas lights for his birthday - “Happy Gay Day, Professor!” - and he was not amused.) (Grindelwald was though. So was everyone else.)

He tends to mix up holidays in his head and often decorates for the wrong one. He goes all out too. He’s kind of a disaster, and so is his classroom. It became such a problem that the Marauders actually took pity on him and made him a very big calendar with all the holidays marked on it in glitter and fake jewels and flowers. It sits behind his desk and occasionally works.) (Occasionally.)

He’s queerplatonic partners with Mcgonogall. They held a friend-wedding and forced Severus to be the flowergirl. Harry officiated, Remus was Dumbledore’s best man, Sirius was Mcgonogall’s, James wasn’t given a job cause he was crying too much, Lily was in charge of taking care of James, and Peter was the ring bearer (he only lost them TWICE and they were ring pops anyway). Mcgonogall screeches at him a lot and Dumbledore can be depressive and neglectful because he misses Grindelwald but they love each other so it works. (And they’re the prime source of advice for James, Sirius, and Remus regarding their own queerplatonic relationship, for better or for worse.)

He puts his feet up on the desk even though it’s bad for his knees. Mcgonogall told him it’s bad for his knees and he has stubbornly put them up there every class since. (His knees are killing him but he will not give in to “a paranoid, batty old witch who doesn’t know shit about what’s good for me and wouldn’t if she was hit with an Imperio and I told her -” “I’M YOUR FUCKING PARTNER, YOU BLASPHEMOUS ARROGANT BRAT OF AN OLD FART!”)

Instead of walking around his classroom, he struts. (Yes, it worsens his knees.) He does strike poses, he does make obnoxious expressions, and he does look fabulous. WORK! (Yes, that was a Hamilton reference.)

He once taught class without a face because Mcgonogall cursed him for “fucking up the alphabetical organization of my tea, you old twit. Honestly, Albus, it’s not that hard”. (How did he teach without a mouth, you ask? Easy, he used intermediate BSL (deaf students, plus Azkaban isn’t great on old men’s ears and he and Grindelwald are both gettin’ up there) and Sirius interpreted.) (Incredibly wrongly, crudely, and foul-mouth-ly, but nonetheless he interpreted.)

He has difficulty understanding the straight people in his class. He is fully accepting of everyone and wants the best for all of them, but when it comes to relationship advice, he’s shit.

Excerpt pulled from Pensieve of a conversation he had with a student who identified as female:

Dumbledore: “So your boyfriend is a dick, is what you’re saying?”

Student’s best friend: “Yes. Merlin, he’s such a dick. Would you believe he -”

Dumbledore: *looks at student and points to her best friend* “Why don’t you just date her?”

*cue red faces and sputtering*

(They did not take his advice.)

He wears bowties ALL THE TIME. If he’s not wearing a bowtie, there are bows in his hair and tying the ends of his beard together. Once he wore pigtails. It was great.

He has a habit of bursting into song randomly and performing full-blown Broadway musical numbers (yes, he can rap Guns and Ships at full speed). This usually involves all of the complex moves to be expected in a musical - dramatically climbing up the stairs while looking forlorn, leaping onto the desk and squatting as you launch into a whispered limerick, speedy costume changes - you know, the works. Sometimes Sirius and James back him up, if they’re there. Severus will take over teaching with a bored look on his face (“What are you looking at, Harry?” “Dad, there’s -” “I don’t see anything interesting happening, Harry.” *glares*) while Mcgonogall screeches at Dumbledore to “GET THE FUCK DOWN, YOU NARCISSISTIC HEATHEN!” It’s a problem.

When the Marauders challenge the dress code, Dumbledore is the first Professor to encourage it. While Sirius is perfectly confident in a skirt and Regulus isn’t far behind (neither is Severus, surprisingly), James and Remus are far more insecure. Dumbledore wears a tutu to class one day to show his support, and Remus wouldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. (James just turned bright red and beamed when Sirius started laughing.) He also backed Lily up when she wore pants (along with Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary) by convincing Mcgonogall to wear pantsuits for a week. (Sirius, despite being a hardcore gay, was quite affected by this. Remus did not appreciate the water spit in his face and refused to kiss Sirius for a week.)

He plays Cecily Smith (Will Connolly) on the ukulele on late nights and stares out at the stars thinking of Grindelwald. Sometimes he forgets to turn off the Sonorus from earlier that day and ends up broadcasting his little song to the whole school. Sirius and Remus will dance to it in the common room while James watches his partners with a happy smile on his face (and Peter sleeps, because he’s tired and doesn’t force himself to stay up simply for the purpose of being cool or finishing that one assignment that isn’t due for another two weeks) (I’m sorry, do you feel called out?).

This man has weed brownies stashed away in his desk and he does eat them during class. He also offered one to Remus once, who is the only student that knows about the stash and tends to use marijuana for medical purposes (helping with anxiety and pain regarding the full moon, courtesy of my beautiful girlfriend who has never read nor seen Harry Potter but nonetheless insists to me that Remus Lupin is a stoner who wears red beanies). This prompted Sirius to ask for one, which Dumbledore refused, but then James joined in and they started a riot by standing on their desks and pumping their fists in the air and screaming, “BROWNIES FOR ALL!” while Remus giggled into his hand and was no help at all, so Dumbledore gave them each a brownie just to shut them up. (Sirius wouldn’t stop rambling about how pretty Remus’ eyes were, James was babbling on about unicorns, Severus was hissing at something no one else could see, Regulus was hissing at the same thing for some reason, Peter was crying because he couldn’t tell the difference between hamsters and gerbils and guinea pigs, and Lily was muttering pi under her breath until she fell asleep.) (Mcgonogall was unimpressed.) (No teatime for eight weeks. Damn.)

Dumbledore cares about all of his students, however little he shows it. He wants them to lead a better life than he did. And maybe fall in love with better people than he did.

#albus dumbledore #albus wulfric percival brian dumbledore #mcgonogall &x dumbledore #&x means queerplatonic i have just decided #grindledore #wolfstar #james &x remus &x sirius #severus & mcgonogall & dumbledore #james x lily x severus #albus dumbledore is a crackhead 2021 #i dunno please enjoy this shit #i'm really fucking tired #harry potter #have a nice day y'all

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Like Me for Me Part II

Sirius x Reader

Warnings: Probably some language

Part 2 out of 3

You were sitting on the bed staring at the wall when your friends came in.

“Hey, Y/N.” Lily greeted.

“Guess who’s going with James Potter?” She frowned. “To be clear it's you.”

“You got a date?” Marleen asked happily, jumping onto your bed.

“Sadly.”

“With who with who with who?”

“Sirius.”

“Hallelujah! Thank Merlin!”

“Instead of thanking a dead guy, try thanking Remus.” You offered. “He convinced him into taking me, for some reason.”

“You still don’t want to go?” Lily asked and slid next to you on the bed. You shook your head.

“Nope. I tried to get out of it, but he was persistent.”

“Come on, Y/N! It's going to be so much fun! Now we can really have fun!”

“Come on, Y/N/N.” Lily said with a nudge. “At least attempt to have fun. For us?”

“He’ll probably go out and dance with the girls he actually wants to dance with so I’ll be free the whole time.” You smiled. They both frowned at you. You had no faith in any type of male. “Fine. I’ll try and have fun. Ok?” They nodded excitedly and bounced to get ready for bed. But you weren’t as sure as them. You never would be.

“So she said yes.” Remus clarified with a wide grin on his face.

“Sort of.”

James sat up with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

“Well, she actually turned me down at first because she claimed I was only asking her because Mooney told me to.”

“Which is true,” James reminded him.

“Right. So she didn’t want to go. She actually wasn’t planning on going at all, for some reason. She’s going to be here, so why not just go?” He directed his question at Remus. And, though he knew the answer, he just shrugged. “She also said her and I were doing You two a favor.”

“Like what?”

“I’m guessing asking her out was the favor for Remus. But I’m not sure what her favor for you was.” James shrugged.

“Maybe she’s going to get Lily to go with me,” he had a dorky smile on his face as he laid back and stared at the top of his bed.

“Sorry, mate. But no one’s that persuasive.” James threw a pillow at Sirius and mumbled a shut up.

“Hey, just don’t go being… you to her. Alright?” Remus asked. Sirius raised a brow at his friend.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I hate to say flakey but flakey. She already has self-esteem issues-”

“Wonder why,” one of the boys in their dorm scoffed. They glared at him.

“And trust issues,” he continued. “I just broke the surface, please don;t make her worse. I am begging you.”

“Why would you even suggest I ask her? We aren’t each other's type, first off. Second off-”

“No second offs. Just be nice to her. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Sirius. Promise me.”

“Ok, ok, I promise. Jeez. Protective much?”

“Very.” Remus answered, making Sirius a little worried and scared. He had seen Remus make that face only once before when someone had made a comment about Peter and always hoped he would never be on the receiving end of it.

A few days had gone by and you had sent a letter to your mum about picking out an appropriate (emphasis on appropriate) dress for you to wear. You had yet to receive a response. No doubt she was struggling to figure out how to send it. She had trouble even sending a letter. You were muggle born so she wasn’t exactly uccumbstened to anything magical.

“So the dance is tomorrow, what are you wearing?” YOu shrugged and set your goblet down.

“Don’t know. Mum hasn;t sent me anything y-”

Hoot hoot hoot.

You three looked up to see your owl, Diana, soaring into the room. With her was a large box which she dropped in front of you and then sat on your shoulder.

“Oh no.” Your friends pounced up and began to take the lid off. “Not here,” you hissed. You didn’t like the looks you were getting from the rest of your table. “Who knows what she could’ve put in here.” They nodded and picked up the box, which was much heavier than just a dress would be. What had she done this time?

“Oh my god,” Marleen gaped at the dress in the box. You had hid your face in your hands and Lily was making the same face as Marleen.

“Y/N, we haven;t even pulled it out yet and its-its-its-”

“Gorgeous! Merlin, Y/N! You are going to be stunning! Look at these shoes and these hairstyles suggestions. And the makeup and the jewellery.” She was practically salivating.

“Mar! Snap out of it!” You snapped your fingers in front of your friend's face. She shook herself out of it and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

“Sorry! Sorry! But my goodness! Y/N!This is going to be beautiful on you!” You sighed and sat down on your bed looking at the mass of fabric in the box.

Maybe.

You finished Lily’s hair and looked at her through the mirror.

“What do you think?” She smiled brightly.

“I think you still haven’t even begun to get dressed!” She scolded, looking at your attire. Sweats and an old tight t-shirt.

“I told him eight. No earlier. Now go get dressed! James’ll be waiting.” She smiled giddily and bounced out of the room to put on her knee length red dress. Marleen leaned on the doorway and looked at you with disappointment as you started to clean up your station.

She had been the first one out of your friends that you had done so she was in charge of getting everyone in their dresses. Lily was your last one before you could finish getting dressed. You looked up.

“What?”

“Nothing. But hurry up. I want to see you there no later than eight sharp. Got it?”

“No promises, Mar. Have a good time. I’ll see you in a bit.” She frowned but went out to help Lily finish putting her dress on. You pulled out your mother’s drawing of the make up she had suggested and the hairstyle you had chosen and set them up on the counter so you could get ready yourself.

Your dress was a simple, straight dress that hugged the top of your body to show off your figure/ The sleeves were lace and it left your back exposed, only with one strap along the top of your back. The front had an identical strap going across your collar bones and dipped a bit lower than you would have liked. Which meant that your mother had chosen a dress where the smallest bit of your chest was exposed, you would have prefered a turtle neck.

The color of your dress was a deep crimson color with gold sparkles sprinkled throughout, making it glimmer. Your shoes were the same style as the dress, and the jewelry was gold and crimson, like the dress. When your mother shopped she shopped hard.

Out of the thousands of hair styles she had sent you, you had opted for the most simple. Hair wavy with a braid around the back of your head with crimson flowers. Your makeup was simple with red and gold and light blush and sparkles. You were glad that your mother had sent easy make up. You really didn't like to put it on yourself but sometimes it was a necessity.

You glanced at the clock and saw that it was seven fifty nine when you had finally finished getting ready. You were going to be late, but only by a few minutes. You took off your shoes and bolted out of the dorm room, through the common room and out into the hallway. You jumped on the banister, like you always did, and slid down hoping off and bolting to the great hall stairs. You looked up at the clock on the wall.

8:10

A new record.

You dusted yourself off and put your shoes back on and fixed your hair before you turned down and stood at the top of the stairs. You saw Sirius leaning against the wall. He looked bored and you couldn’t blame him. You hadn;t even started going into the dance and you were bored. You were also nervous as hell, but that's besides the point.

You began down the stairs and the clicking of your heels made him look up.

“I’m going to go out,” Sirius said, looking up at the clock. It said seven fifty five. “She should be here in about five.”

“Ok. And please-”

“I know, I know. Relax, it's not even a date. Ok?”

“Alright.” Sirius left his friend. He spied Lily and James on the dance floor. Lily was smiling, looking like she was actually enjoying herself. That put a smile on Sirius’ face. He felt bad for his friend sometimes. James really had always loved Lily, he was just super immature and didn;t know how to act around her. But this past summer he had really grown up, some.

Sirius leaned against the wall and looked up at the stairs waiting for you to show up. He g;anced back at the clock, 7 fifty-nine.

Where were you?

Not like he cared too much. He just didn;t want to waste his time if you were going to be a no show.

The minutes ticked by and just kept ticking. He was about to go back in, deciding that you had decided not to come and left him dateless when he heard the click of heels. He looked up and his jaw dropped.

You were drop dead gorgeous. Your Y/H/C was over your shoulders a bit and the top of your dress hugged your body in the right ways and places. Your eyes popped and the way you had done your make up wasn’t overpowering, but just enough that certain features popped, there was definitely an element of natural beauty.

You quickly walked down the stairs to him and stood in front of him, awkwardly and nervously. You put your hands behind your back and sucked your lips into your mouth, a bad habit you had picked up.

“Hi.”

“Uh… Hi. You look lovely,” he held out his arm and you took it with a giddy smile.

“Thanks, you clean up nicely yourself.”

The two of you entered and you looked around, giving a shy wave to Marleen who was hanging by the punch table with her date. She gave you a thumbs up and you replied with the middle finger, causing her to laugh and blow you a kiss, mockingly. You were so going to kill her later.

“Y/N!” You looked up to see you were in front of Remus and his date, Maria. You never really talked to her, but you knew she was a quiet ravenclaw in your grade.

“Remus!” You gave him a hug.

“You look beautiful. No surprise though.” You rolled your eyes.

“You look nice too. I love your dress, Maria.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly, looking at the floor. “You look very beautiful too.”

“Thank you.”

“Want to dance?” Remus asked his date. She nodded and drug him out onto the dance floor, leaving you and Siirus alone at the table.

You stood in an awkward silence for a few songs. You had never actually ever been to one of these dances so you weren’t sure how to act or what you were supposed to do. You were also waiting for Sirius to leave the table to go dance with someone he wanted to. But he surprised you by staying by your side.

Finally he broke the silence.

“So, do you want to dance?” You looked up from where you were fiddling with your dress.

“Uh, yeah!” He smiled and you two walked out onto the dance floor. You looked around at everyone to see what they were doing and how they were dancing and tried to mimic it but you had no idea what you were doing. You still felt really stiff and awkward.

“You have no idea what you're doing do you?” He asked half way through the third song. You laughed.

“That obvious?” He laughed and you two kept on dancing to the music till it ended and a slower song began to play. You glared at the band playing. You had no idea how to dance, let alone slow dance. Sirius was about to say something but you interrupted him.

“I’m thirsty. Are you? I’m going to go get some drinks, do you want one? Great!” You literally ran off the dance floor leaving him standing there. He slowly headed back to the table, wondering what your reaction was about.

You were pouring some punch into two glasses, thinking about how stupid you had acted when you had heard the song come on. First off, you didn;t want to embarrass yourself dancing like you knew you would. Second off, the last time you had slow danced was with your father when you were a kid and that brought up some unwanted memories.You headed back to the table and set a glass in front of Sirius and sat down across from him.

“Going to talk about what that was about?”

“Nope.” He nodded and took a sip of his drink when he heard your stomach grumble. You cringed and he laughed and stood.

“I was going to grab something from the buffet table. Do you want anything?” You smiled gratefully.

“Anything you grab would be lovely.” He left you sitting alone at the table. You hadn’t realized how hungry you had gotten. Apparently having a good time would do that to you.

“Hey doll face.” You froze when you heard the voice. You weren;t sure whose it was, but you did know the tone of it. “You're looking a bit lonely over here by yourself. Why don;t we go for a dance, or a,” he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned down to your ear, “walk.”

“I’m just waiting for someone, thank you but I’m fine.”

“No boy in their right mind would make a lovely lady like you wait. Come on, just one dance.”

“I’m fine.” His hands stayed rooted on your shoulders.

“Come on. Someone as pretty as you-”

“I think she said that she was fine.” A familiar voice said from behind. Both you and the boy who had been asking you to dance turned to see Sirius with a plate of food in his hand and a raised eyebrow, looking anything but happy.

“I was just-” he stopped when he noticed Sirius’ eyebrow raise higher. He grumbled something and left you alone, but not before squeezing your shoulders as if to say I’ll be back. Sirius sat down and sat the heaping plate of food in between you two.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you . I never thought he’d leave.”

“Must say, never thought you were one to get shy like that. I half expected you to punch him like you did.. What is his name?... Albert Killingsby.” You laughed and reached for a piece of ham he had put on the plate.

“You remember that?”

“How could anyone forget that? We were first years and you punched a seventh year. Broke his nose if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yes, and knocked out his two front teeth.” He began to laugh again and popped something or other into his mouth from the plate. “Not to pat myself on the back or anything.”

“Oh of course not.” He paused. “It was an excellent punch, though.” You smiled.

“It was indeed. He was livid after that. I think I was almost expelled. He was some pure blooded creep or something or other,” you rolled your eyes. “Not saying all pure blood are bad. That is not what I was-”

“I know.” He smiled again. This one wasn’t teasing, but reassuring. It actually made you feel more at ease.

You and Sirius fell into an easy conversation full of a lot of laughter. The night wore on but you two really didn’t notice. Neither of you had ever had a real conversation yet the talking just kept going. Soon you grew tired of sitting and eating and talking (More the sitting rather than the eating).

“Care to go for a walk? My legs are falling asleep.”

“Sure.” He stood up and the two of you walked out of the Great Hall.

“Remus! Remus!” Lily shook him.

“Hm?”

“Look!” she pointed to you and Sirius leaving the Great Hall. He smiled.

“Yes!”

“What?” James asked, walking over with two drinks for him and Lily.

“Sirius and Y/N just walked out of here together!” She said excitedly.

“And you're ecstatic because…”

“Because she’s had a crush on him since third year!”

“And he might like her.” James’ eyebrows shot up.

“That's why you wanted him to take her?”

“That and she needed an evening where she got dressed up herself.” Remus answered.

“She was very beautiful tonight. I didn;t know you and Marlene were so good at makeup, Lily. Not saying anything in an offensive way.”

“That's all her.”

“Heh?”

“She actually gets the girls and I ready every time we’re going out or anything.”

“So the other day at the lake when you asked her about getting ready?”

“I was being serious. She has the best style of everyone in the entire school.”

“Huh.”

You leaned on the banister, suddenly wishing you had brought a jacket. It was snowing and your backless dress was just making you shiver, but it felt nice. You let out a sigh and you could see your breath fog in front of you.

“Legs still falling asleep?” Sirius asked, leaning next to you.

“Thankfully, not anymore. That is one of the worst feelings. Just pins and needles,” you shivered from both the thought and the cold. Sirius chuckled and looked out over the Hogwarts ground. “I’ve always loved snowy scenes.”

“Really?” You nodded.

“Really. Just something so calmingly chaotic about them. And everyone dresses in sweaters and sweatshirts, so I never really feel like the odd man out anymore.”

“Why do you dress the way you do? Not being rude, but-”

“I feel better in it around people. Boys, more specifically.”

“Do you mind if I ask why?”

“No.” He waited for you to elaborate.

“Not going to explain?”

“You only asked if I minded if you asked, never actually asked.”

“Well then, why?”

“I don’t like being pretty. I mean… I do, and it does make me more confident but… but the way boys can treat girls because of their appearance is just terrifying. You even saw an example of that tonight.” You let out a sad laugh and shook your head. “I’ve seen a lot of that at home. Men using girls for their looks only to just toss them away when they’re done.”

Sirius wasn’t sure what to say. You had always been so confident in sweaters. Never seeming to be shy or self-conscious around anyone. No fear or anything. And the fact that you had said that you were around it at home…

“Sorry. I said far too much.” You laughed awkwardly.

“No. I don’t know much about you. What else?” You laughed.

“You want to know more about my messed up home life?” You laughed. He didn;t answer and when you looked over at him his expression only said one word: “Yes”. “Wow, uh, ok. I had a twin brother, Nick. I live with my mum who is an independent fashion designer. Um… nothing much else, really.”

“Had?”

“Uh… I guess I got caught, huh? My brother died saving a kid from getting hit by a car. He shoved the kid out of the way but couldn’t get out of the way in time.” You kept your gaze out at the Hogwarts grounds. You and your brother had been very tight and you were still dealing with the loss, it had just happened a few months ago and no one knew around Hogwarts. You didn’t like pity, one of the reasons why you liked to be head of your class.

“I’m sorry.” You smiled weakly and looked over at him, only to see that he was already studying you.

“It's not your fault. It really wasn’t anyone's fault.”

“You're not angry?” You shook your head.

“What good would that do? It's not going to bring him back. And who would I even be mad at? The kid running after her ball? My brother for being brave? The man driving? It wasn’t his fault. It was just an accident.” He kept staring at you and you smiled. “What?”

“You're just… different. Not in a bad way, just different.” You shrugged.

“My dad used to say that a lot too. So did my brother. And my mum says it often now that I think about it.” You creased our eyebrows and thought about it for a minute. Were you really that strange? Sirius laughed. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh come on, that's just mean. I’m not a funny person, so something must be making you laugh. Come on, tell me.” You jumped up onto the banister, regretting the decision immediately since you sat in a layer of snow. You slid back off quickly and he snorted again. You hit his arm playfully. “Come on, tell me.” You said through chattering teeth.

“Not a smart idea to wear a backless dress to a christmas dance.”

“You're avoiding the question.”

“And your freezing.”

“Come on. Why are you laughing! I get enough of that in the hallways, but I at least know what they are laughing about then.” His smile dropped.

“How often does that happen.”

“What?”

“The comments around the school.”

You shrugged. “Often I suppose. Still better than being hit on. I’d rather be called nerd and ugly or four eyes rather than having the opposite.”

“Oh! Where are your glasses?”

“They’re actually fake. I have perfect vision, I just don’t like to be without them, they cover up some of my face and make me look different.”

“I don;t think I’ll ever understand you.” You laughed.

“You’ve been talking to me for a few hours and you think that's enough to understand my intense way of thinking?” You joked. You started to shiver again as the wind picked up. He took off his jacket and offered it to you. “Won;t you be cold then?”

“Nah. I’ve survived worse. Come on.” You took the jacket and threw it over your shoulders, it immediately warmed you up.

“Did you charm this? It's really warm.”

“Nope. It's just really expensive.” You touched the inside.

“Fur lined? Wool? Christ this is an expensive brand.” You mumbled and he was slightly surprised.

“You know clothing?”

“My mum is an independent designer. I am well versed in cloth and styles and brands.”

“Oh that's right. I forgot you said that.”

“Yep. I am very stylish and very good at hair and makeup, the works.” He nodded and noticed a small smile play on your lips. “My dad though, he was a wreck.” You laughed. “Sorry. Saying too much again. Please just get the subject away from me.”

“Nope, I want to hear more now.” You groaned.

“I really hate you sometimes.”

“No you don’t. Come on.”

“Um well… he was a school teacher. He taught at a very prestigious college, that's where he and my mum met, actually. They went to the same college and he was writing a paper on fashion and got assigned her as the designer to interview. He fell head over heels, how my mum tells it at least. She was just insulted by his lack of fashion. He became her new project. Very romantic,” you added sarcastically. “Um… my mum is beautiful. But he loved her for her, not her looks. They were the weirdest couple I have ever met. I came down stairs one night to find them arguing one night.”

Sirius’ heart stopped. You had always said had or was when it came. And his curiosity overtook his capability to keep his mouth shut. He was waiting for divorce or something like that.

“And when I snuck in I started to laugh. They never fought, ever. And they were staging in the kitchen at three in the morning arguing over who got the last chocolate pudding.” You smiled and shook your head. “They ended up sharing it. They were the definition of perfect.” Your smile fell. “He died when me and my brother were seven. After about a year, mum decided that we needed a father figure. She asked if it would be alright if she got back out there and, of course we said yes but… but no one could be our dad. None of them love her… or even really like her. They despised me and my brother when he was alive. They’re just.. Horrible. They’ve aged her. And it's all because she’s beautiful.”

“So you don’t trust looks.”

“If I fall in love, I don’t want to have someone love me because I’m pretty. I want them to love me. That may be naive or foolish. But I guess that's me.” You hugged the jacket around your body again. “This is why people need to stop me from talking. I get way too personal way too quickly. Please change the subject.” He laughed for a moment and threw a friendly arm around your shoulders.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that around all us. James has his eyes on Lily, Remus is Remus,” you laughed. “Peter’s already got a girl and I hop around.” You rolled your eyes and laughed. But that last part hurt a bit. Here you were finally talking to the boy you had had a crush on since forever, but, then again, so did half of the girls in Hogwarts.

“Yeah, well, doesn’t matter. I’m fine how I am. My friends are pretty and popular and I’m the nerd who opens her mouth too much.” You shrugged. “What can you do? So, now you have to tell me something completely and utterly embarrassing so I don;t feel alone here.”

“Is that how this is supposed to work?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yep,” you hummed and started to walk away. He smirked and followed you.

You two continued to walk around Hogwarts for hours after that. Talking and laughing until you had finally reached your common room with (empty) mugs of Hot chocolate in your hands. He had your heels in his hand and you were still wearing his jacket. You had never had so much fun in your entire life.

“Well, thanks for putting up with me tonight. I hope you had at least a little bit of fun.”

“I had a great time, actually.”

“Actually?” You whisper-shouted, acting offended. He smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours.

“Shuddup, Y/L/N.” You laughed and leaned against the back of the couch.

“But in all seriousness, no pun intended, thanks for taking me. I honestly would be in the library right now if it weren’t for you.”

“Any time, Y/N. Really, I had a lot of fun. We should hang out more, if you’d like.” You were practically beaming.

“I’d like that a lot, actually.” You shrugged off his Jacket and reluctantly handed it to him. “I guess I’ll see you then.” He took it and handed you your shoes back.

“Yeah. I guess I will.” You turned and started up the stairs. “Hey, Y/N!” You turned and looked at him with a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Goodnight.” You smiled, a bit disappointed that's all he had to say, but what were you expecting?

“Good night, Sirius.” You left him standing in the common room. Everyone was already asleep, so you silently took your hair out and got changed for bed, making sure to get all the makeup off your face. You sighed as you looked at your self in the mirror. The wet wash cloth in your hands. It hadn't touched your face yet.

“Good night to you too. Who knows when you’ll come back out.” Then you gingerly removed all the makeup from your face and went to your bed for some much needed sleep. But that wasn't how it went for Sirius.

Part 2 done! I hope you're all enjoying! Let me know what you think! Part three will be posted tomorrow(Probably).

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Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff & @punkkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Feel That Fire

Chapter 19:

This Chapter is intense to read, Please take caution. Make sure you read the TW/CW's.

It was a rough start to the season, Leo was off his game and Clay wasn’t doing much better. Nursing his bloody nose, Leo was watching from Peanut as Clay finally got a good enough time to place in the top five this round. Cheering for his friend, he pulls the towel away from his face and whistles with his pointer and thumb in his mouth. He looks over to Reg who is being flirted with but he isn’t picking up on it, being aro-ace really has its perks. He just keeps on having a comfortable conversation with them like they aren’t trying to get in his pants. Shaking his head lightly Clay soon trots up next to him on Leroy who looks very beautiful in her fancy new halter.

“First place of the season! Who would have thought it would be three rodeo’s into the season before we actually placed.” Leo pats Clay on the top of his head so his hat keeps scooting further down his face. Swatting his friends hand away he pulls his hat off and places it back on so it's more comfortable.

“Everyone is allowed to have an off season Leo, you know this.” Leo nods and wipes his face one more time before tossing the towel over his shoulder to keep it there until they get back to the house. Sticking around to see Clay get his fourth place medal and money, they pack up not long after to head back.

A couple weeks later after a sappy call about missing each other Leo finally places, first at that. He calls Finn and Logan after to tell them they are his good luck charm. He proudly accepted his buckle and started calling his boys right before he rides every time. Placing high up after every call. Calling his boys after every place to gush about how he loves and misses them. Having them call before he rides and after he wins makes him feel like they are mixing together with his professional life. It makes him feel like they are actually there.

They were the best thing to have ever happened to him.

“Yes, I love you too. We can call tonight after I get home. I have the whole floor to myself.” Leo smiles as his boys both give him a look he has memorized. One of want and love. “Okay I need to go ride, I was supposed to be in the chute like two minutes ago.” He smiles at them. They both sigh and look crestfallen because their boy has to go again, for what feels like the millionth time.

“Be safe, Sunshine.” Finn says as he yawns and stretches in his bed before snuggling further into the pillows. He has been trying to rest more, his worrying about Leo has gotten him to a place where he started overworking himself in off season lifting. Sirius made him stop the other day when he went to the gym with him and Remus. Told him to go home and rest.

“We love you.” Logan has Tortilla on his chest, nibbling on a little snack he gave her. Logan always has Tortilla with him nowadays, she was like a little parrot he kept on his shoulder but instead of a feathered tape recorder, it’s a fluffy little chatterbox.

“Love you too, both of you.” He hangs up, giving his phone to Reg as he passes by. Recently he hasn’t been seen without a bright smile on his face and it's nice to see. Reg was pretty worried about him for a few weeks when he wasn’t sleeping or joking around like he normally does. Making him an absolute grump. Tonight he is riding Whoomph, a bull that has a mean record. Leo rides like he was made too, staying on for seven and a half seconds in total only because he misjudged time. He still placed well, happy and bubbly as they got to the after party. He hasn’t been to one all season. Dancing the night away with his two closest friends always made the night better. Getting flirted with was not a highlight but he did enough of their chats before they tried to get with him. Now he knows how Reg felt earlier.

Getting pleasantly drunk, he stumbles over his own feet as he gets to his floor of the house they are renting. He doesn’t remember getting home but his only thought right now was his boys. His lovely lovely boys. His angels. Calling his boys after a few tries, he kept just barely missing the right thing to press but finally he pressed the call on their groupchat. Pumping his arm up in triumph Logan is the first to answer. Play a video on the tv downstairs he laughs when he sees Leo’s arm in the air.

“What are you celebrating?”

“Because I clicked the right button.” Leo flops on the bed still in his regular clothes and boots. A black t-shirt and his faded jeans, he lost his belt as soon as he walked in the door. He looks at the light from the TV shining onto Logan's face, making him look like he was photographed for one of Reg’s projects. “You’re really pretty.” Leo hears Finn pick up and sits up. “Finn! I missed you! Did you know that Logan is really pretty? Like so pretty. He’s gorgeous, makes my wiener hard when I look at him for long periods of time.”

Finn doesn’t respond right away but when he does he is laughing like he can’t help it. Leo is still smiling with his eyes closed, proud of what he said. “Wow, I really fucking miss you.”

“Yeah?” Leo sounds like a little kid, so happy and his mind is blown. “I miss you too.” Leo’s head starts nodding as he talks, laying back down in the middle of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. “My eyes are dry.”

“I think you’re tired.” Logan pipes up before yelling aggressively in French at the TV when he gets killed. “Sorry you probably can’t sleep when I’m yelling.” He shuts off his game after losing miserably and turns his full attention to his phone. “How did the ride go?”

“I got a reward! It was a fun ride too. I wasn’t bonked on the head this time, which was nice.” Leo is drifting off in the middle of his sentences. Finn is reading his book not really paying attention but looking like he is going to doze off soon as well. Logan decided to crash on the couch for the night, turning off the lamp right next to the arm of the couch, nearly knocking it over onto himself. He looks at his screen to see if either of the other boys notices but all he sees is two sleepy boys. Leo fell asleep on his stomach with his hand still propping his phone up to see his face with his lips pursed because of his cheek getting squished by the bed. Not the pillows because Leo never moved front the middle of the bed.

Finn had his chin pressed into his chest as he started falling asleep, he would lift his head up every once in a while to keep reading but he eventually gave into his tiredness and fell asleep with his head resting on his fist, his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. Logan watched, the red head would complain about his neck tomorrow but right now all Logan could see was the soft yellow lighting dancing of the freckles of his boyfriend's face. Looking more relaxed than he has seen him in the past month.

The trio left for Brazil a week ago. They had one rodeo left and it was tomorrow night, the biggest one of the season. Reg and Clay were sitting on their balcony sharing a spliff together while Leo was on the phone with his mom, Eloise was coming down later today and she was at the airport waiting to take off. Clay felt like this was the perfect time to confess to Reg what was going to happen once they leave Brazil.

“Reg?” He looks over at his friend who has his head tipped back as smoke leaves his mouth. He makes a sound acknowledging Clay but doesn’t open his eyes. He’s learned to live in the moment since they started hanging out with Clay and Leo. “Once we leave here… I’m not going home with you guys.”

“You aren’t coming back to Gryff with us? Why? Are you gonna stay and help your parents?”

“I’m leaving for bootcamp.” Clay watches Reg slowly blink their eyes open, turning his head to look at Clay with his normal unreadable expression on his face. His defenses were up. Clay knew Reg and Leo are going to take the news the worst and he is so stupid for waiting until the last moments to tell them. “I’ll be gone for seven weeks, then I’ll come back for a bit.”

“What branch?” Reg’s own grandfather was in the Canadian military but his father was never allowed to join because he went pro in hockey. Those were Sirius and his only choices, hockey or military. He never thought one of his friends would be stupid enough to join but Clay always surprises him.

“Navy.”

“Does Leo know?” He takes drag off the spliff before handing it back to Clay.

“I’m gonna tell him tomorrow.”

“Who else knows?

“Noelle and Thomas know. Finn and Logan, Eloise knows too. So do my parents but I just told them right before we left for the rodeo.” Clay takes the last puff and tosses the roach in a half empty water bottle where they put all their other roaches. Reg was nodding but not saying anything. “Please don’t tell Leo, I need to do it.”

“Yeah you do.” Reg stands up from his chair and puts his hand on Clay's shoulder, it looks like he wants to say more but instead he walks back inside. Clay is left to think by himself, picking at the little zit that scabbed over in front of his ear. He hopes he won’t regret this decision.

Eloise got in safe that night, she slept most of the day while the rest of them were packing, they were leaving tomorrow night, giving them time to sleep after the rodeo and party tonight. They were packing the trailer for the night, Leo was surprised that Clay was doing most of the work. He usually slacks off when it comes to packing because it is the thing he hates most in the world. But today he was doing almost all the work. Reg and Eloise were gonna meet them there in Eloise’s rental car.

“What's gotten into you today?” Leo gets in the truck and Clay gets in the driver's seat, volunteering to drive. Clay just shrugs as he starts the truck, the arena was only fifteen minutes away from the house they were staying in but the drive was more like thirty with traffic sometimes.

“I just feel like I haven’t been doing much.” Leo furrows his brows and looks at his best friend.

“Clay? You okay?” Clay just grips the steering wheel a bit tighter and nods. Leo decided to leave it alone because he would rather not deal with clay when he gets upset because then he will ignore Leo the whole night. “Okay, I'll leave it be.”

Clay actually had his run before Leo tonight, bull rides were last and calf roping right before those. Clay was the first of his group to go and Leo was the third in his. Clay was jittery, he was going to do his run, have a cigarette with Leo by the trailer and then leave to watch him and to give him time to call his boys. He was thinking about all the good and bad ways this could do. Leo could be happy and supportive or he could be angry and feel betrayed.

Clay heard his number being called and when over to the calf chute. His mind was suddenly only focused on his task at hand. He was gonna rope this calf.

Leo was waiting for Clay to come back over to the trailer for their normal cigarette break between them competing, Reg was letting Peanut graze on whatever he could find while Reg and Sirius talked on the phone about what color they were going to paint his room when he got home. Clay trots over to them and hops off Leroy. He actually did really well considering he was just working with muscle memory. He plucks the cigarette out of Leo’s fingers and takes a long drag. He looks over at Reg, nodding, their sigh for Reg to take the horses away while they talk. Reg hops off Peanut and Leads him and Leroy over to a better patch of grass far enough away he wouldn't hear them argue. Hear a song that always reminded him of Leo started playing from the heart of the arena.

“Leo?” Clay turned towards Leo. He was leaning with his side to the trailer and his ankles crossed, smiling at his phone.

“Clay?” he mimics back, noticing how Clay is now mirroring his stance.

“I joined the navy.” Clay watches Leo's face, he seems to want to laugh at first, then he sees Leo realize he is serious. His brows pinch together and his smile falters.

“Is this a joke? You promised my dad you would never join the military.” Leo let out a sharp breath and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Clay, when?”

“On my birthday.” Leo pushes off the trailer and starts pacing in front of Clay, keeping the cigarette he stole back between his fingers.

“You’ve known about this for MONTHS! You never told me! Who else knows?” Clay bites his lips for a second before he speaks up again.

“Thomas, Noelle, Finn, Logan, Reg, and Ma. My parents know too.” Leo glares at him, a glare that most people are scared of but Clay knows that Leo is just feeling a lot all at once. He doesn’t even flinch when Leo snaps back at him.

“So everyone knew… Everyone but me.” Leo doesn’t know how to react, he feels this deep sadness in his chest, like it's filling with water that he has breathed in. It hurts. It hurt a lot. His best friend was leaving him. “So when do you leave?” Leo’s voice was hollow; he couldn't look at Clay because he knew he would break.

“I leave you at the airport back home, I’m only gone seven weeks to start. I just- I needed a purpose-”

“You have a purpose Clay! Your purpose is to stay with Noelle and Thomas and love them! To stay with Reg and I to help us through our darker times and for us to help YOU! But I guess that wasn't good enough for you! Making sure your parents don’t have to worry about you being alive. Making sure your boyfriend and girlfriend don’t go insane with worry because you might have got blown up!” Leo was walking closer to Clay as he spoke, he knows he is being harsh but he can’t stop now. “Making sure we don’t loose another person to this stupid fucking country. A COUNTRY THAT DOESN'T EVEN WANT YOU CLAYTON!” He wasn’t noticing how loud he was getting because he didn’t care. He was completely heartbroken. “Oh I’m sorry! Did you forget that you are a black queer! You think this country wants you? You think this country gives a shit about you?” Leo drops their cigarette on the ground between them. “Well, it doesn’t.” He steps on the last thing they shared together, stomping it out under his boot before he walks off back towards the arena.

He was due to ride soon.

Logan was in the kitchen, he was supposed to be helping Celeste make dinner but he just kept stealing the food instead. Celeste was in the middle of unsticking onions from the bottom of the pan. When Logan steals her left hand away from her.

“Logan, chérie. j'ai besoin de ma main.” Logan smiles and pulls out a pen and starts writing on her hand. He originally was going to write a sweet message but decided he wanted to draw a cabbage instead. Celeste just rolled her eyes and kept stirring the pan with her free hand. Logan’s phone starts ringing, Checking the clock it is about time Leo called, Logan has been dancing around all day waiting for it. She was so happy that Logan was finally letting himself breathe for the first time since he moved in with them. She has never seen him so mischievous and Tortilla doesn’t help. She is definitely a little trickster. Likes to eat the kids dry cereal in the morning when Celeste leaves it on the table for them.

Logan answers his phone, Celeste isn’t very nosey but her husband can’t help himself. He watches Logan answer the phone, practically glowing with happiness. Dumo hears Logan answering Reg back.

“Hey Reg! How did it go? You are on your way home tomorrow, yes?” Dumo watches Logan as he presses the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he continues drawing. He seems to be waiting for a response. But when he gets it he stops moving. Logan looks confused.

“What?” Dumo watches as his whole domineer changes, his face becomes blank, his hands stop what they are doing, and he is just staring straight forward. Like he is hypnotized by the wood grain on the floor. He knows the phone was hung up on the other side of the line but Logan is frozen. When he starts moving it's slow, like he needs to think about every move he makes. It reminds Dumo of the tin man without any oil.

He watches Logan slowly place his phone back in his gym short pocket and the pen he was holding was placed gently on the counter. It felt like the air around them was made of glass and if someone spoke it would break. Dumo broke that glass.

“Mon fils?” And just like that Logan’s body gives out on him, his knees hit the ground and his hands gripping the counter as he tries to pull himself back up. Celeste quickly turned off the stove and got on the ground next to him, pulling his head into her chest as he started sobbing. He was just limp in her arms falling onto his side putting his full weight onto her. Dumo rushes over as well to hold him from behind. They were all kneeling on the floor. Logan was panicking, trying to say something but he was breathing so fast that Dumo was worried he was going to pass out. Celeste and Dumo look at each other terrified and worried, still having no idea what is going on.

Finn was running, he was racing Remus around the block for the fourth time that day. It all started when they got into a petty argument about who could run the fastest, Sirius got annoyed and butted in to suggest they just race each other. Sirius kept a stopwatch, Finn won the first lap and the second but now Remus was catching up to him. Sirius was in charge of their phones and Finn’s started ringing, he blew his little whistle that Harry got for him a few months ago at a fair and the other two came running at him. He is worried for a moment that they were just going to run over him. Luckily they slowed down just enough that he was safe from getting trampled.

“Finn, someone is calling you.” Sirius tosses his phone at him. Standing in the middle of the street, just the three of them, Finn answers his phone. Sirius is paying more attention to Remus who felt it was a good idea to rub his sweaty head on Sirius’ shoulder. Remus laughs as Sirius starts whacking him with his little whistle. Sirius grabs his fiancé and holds him under his arm while he gives him a nuggy. They only look back at Finn when they realize they haven’t heard from him in a while.

Finn is standing there, staring at his phone in his hand. There were tears streaming down his face but it doesn’t look like he notices. His body is stuck. Remus walks over to Finn slowly, sweat still dripping off his face to the pavement. He touches Finn’s shoulder, causing him to snap his head towards Remus.

“It’s Leo.”

Sirius calls Dumo once he hears Finn, talking on the phone while Remus tries to bring Finn out of his head. Dumo and Sirius talk quickly, being able to hear Logan panicking on the other end of the phone was making Sirius’ heart speed up. Dumo tells him to bring Finn here and maybe they can calm each other down.

So he does that, he helps Finn get into the car after Remus tucks his phone back into his pocket. They drive to Dumo’s house, taking their time, making sure has time to himself. Remus and Sirius still have no idea what is going on but they know it's about Leo.

Did Leo break up with them?

They are barely pulled up to the house before Finn is running out of the car leaving the door wide open. Slamming the front door open he finds Logan standing in the middle of the living room panicking.

The issue is, when you have two people panicking in the way these two are, they have a tendency to just freak each other out more. They were talking to each other in what sounded like tongues to everyone around them. But it was making them both get worse. Celeste suggests they split them up for the time being and let them calm down before they let them see each other again.

Logan was led to his room by Dumo and Sirius while Finn sat in the living room with Celeste and Remus. They tried everything, sour candy, warm drink, weighted blankets. It took hours to get the boys to calm down. Once they would start to calm down something would remind them what was going on and they were back to hyperventilating on the floor with their hands in their hair, or if you’re Logan, biting on your fist to keep you from making a noise.

Once they were calm enough, Logan came upstairs. Finn was on the couch until he heard the footsteps up the stairs. Flinging himself off the couch he rushes over to Logan. He was shivering but when they embraced they both seemed to calm a bit to actually be able to talk to one another. Finn was whispering in Logan's ear how much he loves him and how they were going to be okay. To Logan, it was music to his ears, someone he loved was telling him how loved he was. Yes, Celeste and the others had reminded him but it was different with Finn.

Finn loved him in a way no one ever had. He was always by his side even when Logan didn’t deserve to have him there. He was the one who knew Logan like the back of his hand. Like the books he has read a million times. The air shifted around them to an odd feeling. Still highly tense but also relaxed at the same time. Love was around them in many different forms yet only they could feel it.

“We should call Reg back…” Logan whispers into Finn’s chest. Finn just nods, his hand absentmindedly running up and down Logan’s back in what seems to be a comforting gesture but really it's to make sure he is still there. Remus can’t take the deafening silence anymore and turns on the tv for background noise, it's still on the news channel from Dumo’s late night catching up on the world that he normally does. It was a story about a child getting adopted, so it was rather happy so he left it on the channel, making his way over to Sirius who has moved away from the still heartbroken boys, not far enough away to be able to block out their conversation. Sirius wraps his arms around his fiancé and whispers into his ear, maybe a bit too loud because Sirius is terrible at whispering.

“Why do they need to know more about Leo leaving them?” Finn and Logan look over to him and then back at each other. Basically asking each other if it was okay to talk about what Reg said. Logan speaks up. His face is towards Sirius while Finn is resting his chin on top of his head avoiding everyone else's eyes.

“He didn’t break up with us. He-” The loud blaring from the tv caught everyone's attention, Finn and Logan pulled apart to look at the tv. They say the normal transition of the ‘Breaking News’ moves across the screen as it fades to show the female reporter sitting at the big table by herself.

“Hi, I’m Amy Sears with the World News. A horrific scene tonight in Brazil, A Professional Bull Rider from Louisiana named Leo Knut was the victim of a terrible accident tonight. Going for a new world record he lost his grip while riding a bull, he suffered a severe kick to the head when he lost his grip. A fan at the Rodeo managed to get the accident on film, posting it to the internet before news broke tonight. The video will be shown in full, if you are made uncomfortable with graphic scenes of injury please look away. We advise people to take caution while watching.” Then the screen changed. A vertical video started playing, showing the middle of Leo’s ride. He looked angry, frustrated, like something was wrong. He was in his head.

Logan and Finn rush over to the back of the couch to watch closer, not able to pull their eyes away from the grainy video. They watched as the eight second timer went off but Leo kept holding on, the commentator in the background speaking in quick Portuguese. Leo’s grip faltered and he was sent flying backwards, the bull mostly covered the actual kick to Leo but when the rodeo clown had corralled it to the exit chute they saw their boy. The person filming stood up with most of the coward to see Leo wasn’t moving.

Medics came out and put him on a stretcher when he still hadn't moved, then the video ended. Finn runs to the bathroom, Logan just stays staring at the screen. His hands moved to his ears during the video to cover up the horrible sounds. Whispering ‘no’ to himself over and over until he was eventually screaming it out. Sirius pulls him into a tight hug that he fought against for a while just repeating the only thing he could get out of his mouth. Eventually he gives up fighting Sirius, sinking to the ground.

Finn comes out of the bathroom, looking pale and dizzy. He looks around the room and notices everyone's eyes on him, he ignores them and just goes to Logan. Sirius moves away and Finn gets the shorter man to his feet, taking his hand and leading them to Logan’s room. They lay down under the covers and just hold each other like they are all they have left.

They might actually be all they have left.

#leo knut #finn o'hara #o’knutzy #logan tremblay #sweater weather #lumosinlove #clayton bruss #coast to coast #coops #sirius black

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Virgil: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Roman: >:O language Patton: Yeah watch your fucking language Janus: OKAY WHO TAUGHT PATTON THE FUCK WORD? Roman: 'The fuck word'. Logan: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Roman: Oh my god they censored it Remus: Say fuck, Logan. Virgil: Do it, Logan. Say fuck.

Virgil: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Roman: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Janus: More or less, I guess... Patton: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Remus: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Logan: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Roman: Hewwo. Patton: Hihiiiiii! Logan: Greetings, Humans. Janus: Three kinds of people. Virgil: I want pudding. Janus: Four kinds of people. Remus: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS? Janus: Five kinds of people.

Logan: Just be yourself. Virgil: 'Be myself'? Logan, I have one day to win Roman over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Patton: Couple weeks. Remus: Six months. Janus: Jury’s still out. Virgil: See, Logan? Virgil: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Virgil: Croissants; dropped Roman: Road; works ahead Remus: BBQ sauce; on my titties Patton: Shavacado; fre Janus: Miss Keisha; fuckin dead Logan: Logan, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Patton: We need to distract these guys Remus: Leave it to me Remus: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Logan, Roman, and Janus: *Immediately begin arguing* Virgil, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

Virgil: Rules are made to be broken. Logan: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Patton: Uh, piñatas. Remus: Glow sticks. Janus: Karate boards. Roman: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Virgil: Rules. Logan: …

Logan: Dumbest scar stories, go! Roman: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Patton: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Remus: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Janus: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Virgil: … Virgil: I have emotional scars.

Logan: Anyone d- Virgil: Depressed? Roman: Drained? Patton: Dumb? Remus: Disliked? Janus: Distrusted? Logan: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people …

Patton: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Virgil: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Janus: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Roman: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Remus: My moral code, is that you? Logan: ... Patton: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Janus: Nothing in life is free. Patton: Love is free! Roman: Adventure is free. Logan: Knowledge is free. Virgil and Remus at the same time: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Patton: What does 'take out' mean? Logan: Food. Roman: Dating Virgil: Murder Remus: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Remus: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Janus: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Virgil: I recorded the dumb stuff. Patton: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Logan: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Janus: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Roman: 'Prettiest Smile' Patton: 'Nicest Personality' Remus: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Virgil: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Logan: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Virgil: Have everyone stand. Patton: Bring three more chairs! Janus: The most important ones can sit down. Remus: Kill three.

Logan: Good morning. Patton: Good morning. Roman: Good morning. Thomas: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Virgil: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Patton: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Remus: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies Janus: Socks are Feetie Heaties Virgil: Forks are Stabby Grabbies Remus: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties Virgil: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies Janus: Stamps are Lickie Stickies Logan, annoyed: You are disappointments Roman: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Logan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Patton: Three of us saw it, Logan. How do you explain that? Logan: *points at Janus* Sleep deprivation. *points at Virgil* Paranoia. *points at Remus* Delusional personality disorder. And you just believe everything, Patton.

Janus: Favorite horror movie? Remus: It Logan: Saw Roman: Annabelle Virgil: High School Musical. After watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Virgil: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Remus: ... Your what? Virgil: My friends. Janus: Are they saying “friends”? Remus: I think they're being sarcastic. Janus: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Virgil! All of your friends are in this room. Virgil: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Patton, trying to convince Virgil to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong! Roman: And grumpy! Logan: And oblivious to reality! Virgil: …

Roman: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Virgil: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Roman: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING PATTON WITH ME Logan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

*Patton is cooking* Roman: Any chance that’s for me? Patton: It’s for Logan. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side. Virgil: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

Patton: Hey, is Roman sleeping or dead? Virgil: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts. Logan: Yeah, so did I. Roman: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Virgil: Is stabbing someone immoral? Janus: Not if they consent to it. Remus: Depends who you’re stabbing. Logan, who was dragged into the dark sides meeting: YES?!?

Janus: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Patton: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Logan: Self-care is any necessary human regulatory function which is under individual control, deliberate and self-initiated. Janus: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Virgil: Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Roman: Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Remus: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Patton: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Roman: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of Nachos. Logan: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Virgil: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any Nachos? Patton: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Roman, banging on the door: Virgil! Open up! Virgil: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Logan: No, they meant- Patton: Let them finish.

Janus: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Virgil: You were flirting with Remus. Janus: So what? They're my partner. Remus: You asked me if I was single. Virgil: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Store Worker: Would a ‘Janus’ please come to the front desk? Janus, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Remus and Virgil Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Remus and Virgil, simultaneously: We got lost :( Janus: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Janus, driving Remus and Virgil: So how was your day? Remus: We almost got surprise adopted! Janus: What? Virgil: We almost got kidnapped. Janus: Oh, okay. Janus: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Janus: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Remus: The cow??? Janus: What? Virgil: Remus, W H Y?

Roman: Virgil, my old arch enemy. Remus: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Roman: I have a life outside of you, Remus.

Remus: How's the sexiest person here~? Janus: I don't know, how are they~? Remus, flustered: I- Virgil, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Patton: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Virgil: I'm a knife. Roman, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Roman: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Logan does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Patton: If Logan were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Logan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Roman: You jump off a cliff! Patton: Gladly. Provided Logan did first.

Janus: I know you snuck out last night, Remus. Virgil: Play dumb! Remus: Who's Remus? Virgil: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Roman: Fitness tip, never stop pushing yourself. Logan: Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Virgil: Why not 9? Why not 10? ]Janus: Strive for greatness. Roman: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Patton, from the background: Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Remus from the background: Burn your ex’s house down. Roman: You can do it. I believe in you. Thomas: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Remus: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place. Virgil: You people already know too much about me. Janus: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Virgil: Janus, can I talk to you for a second? Janus: Yeah, what’s up? Remus: Lemme guess. You and Roman are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Virgil: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Remus: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Janus: Wasn't Virgil with you? Virgil: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Remus: Okay, help me please! Virgil: Got two words for you. Janus: I bet they won't be helpful. Virgil: Your problem. Janus: I was right

Virgil: So are we flirting right now? Roman: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Virgil: That doesn’t answer my question

Patton: Where are you going? Remus: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there Patton: Can you get me a strawberry cone? Janus: Can you kill Virgil? Virgil: Can you kill Roman? Roman: Can you kill Janus? Logan: Can you not commit a felony?

Logan: It’s dark in here Patton: Don’t worry fam, I got this Patton: *Stomps their feet* Patton: *Sketchers light up*

Logan: So what do you do? Janus: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Logan: Wow, impressive. Janus: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Remus: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Roman: I think you mean cards. Remus, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Virgil: We went through an entire character arc during quarantine Janus: We all became more evil if you’re curious Patton: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Remus: I’m going to get worse on purpose

Patton: Am I in trouble? Logan: Take a guess. Patton: No? Logan: Take another guess.

Patton: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Roman: *holding in a laugh* Logan: Patton, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Virgil: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Virgil: You kill people for money?! Virgil: Can I pay you? Janus: Virgil no- Remus: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!

Roman: What are your goals? Thomas as Patton: To pet all the dogs. Logan: No, fitness goals. Thomas as Patton: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

Patton: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Virgil: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Virgil: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my paranoia. I'll wait. Patton’s Card: FAM - ILY Virgil, tearing up: Okay.

Logan: I actually have a black belt. Roman: In what, karate? Logan: No, from Gucci.

Remus: Am I going too far? Janus: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Patton, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo. Logan: Babe, I’m right here.

Remus: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read.

Virgil: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT. Roman, from across the room: You tell ‘em, babe!

Roman: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Remus: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

#incorrect sanders sides #incorrect quotes #incorrect sanders sides quotes #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil #roman #patton #janus #remus #logan

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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Day 2: Roceit

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 2: There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate

Content warning: vague neglectful/bad home life mentions, liquor store mention (no drinking), implied past parental death.

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When they first met, they didn’t like each other. Would they go so far as to say they hated each other? Probably not. But it was no secret that Roman and Janus didn’t get along, even if they traveled in a mutual friend group. If the two interacted at all, it was in snide remarks and gripes that had everyone else in the group groaning in annoyance. They just wanted five minutes of peace, that’s all. Just five minutes.

Roman was too preppy, Janus said. He was loud and abrasive and presumptuous and arrogant, an annoying theatre boy with too much energy. Other’s feelings came second to his dramatic and overplayed grievances.

Janus was too self centered, Roman retorted. He was untrustworthy and creepy and a compulsive liar, a loner with a mysterious backstory. Everything about him was kept hidden under a mask of indifference.

These things were true to some extent, but the group still loved them both too much to reject either one. So they both stayed, bothered by the other’s presence and unwilling to admit that maybe they disliked the other because they were so similar. They were both extravagant and theatrical and burdened with concealed insecurities, points that all of the rest of the group brought up regularly and they both vehemently denied.

It all changed one morning during school, on a regular Wednesday with average weather after an uneventful English class, when Roman got overly excited at the cast list for the newest show being put up and dropped his art bag. Without a second of hesitation, Janus crouched to help him collect the supplies that had flown across the hallway. That was when Roman’s sleeve slid up, as he was reaching for a paint pen that had rolled up against a locker, and Janus nearly choked.

00:00

He blurted out his accusation before he could stop himself.

“You said you haven’t met your soulmate! And you call me secretive?”

Roman snarled almost animalistically, covering his completed timer back up and grabbing the now full bag off the ground.

“If you must know, my timer’s always been like that. I don’t know when it ran out; too young to remember. I don’t even know if it was ever counting down in the first place. Defective.” He flicked the numbers on his wrist.

“Does anyone else know?”

Roman narrowed his eyes at the uncharacteristic sympathy in Janus’ voice. “Just Remus.”

“Why haven’t you told them?”

“Why all the questions, Fibber on the Roof? Since when do you care about anything I do?”

Janus was quiet, breathing out a frustrated breath before folding down the bottom of his gloves, the same gloves that Roman taunted daily for making him look like every single Disney villain, the same gloves that made Roman turn to the rest of the group and insist that the guy was hiding something. Turns out he was right.

“My timer’s out too. I was too young to remember as well.”

Roman wasn’t able to respond, and Janus was surprisingly relieved. The silent solidarity in the other’s eyes was enough of an olive branch, just another thing they had in common. It was a pain the others didn’t understand, a frustration that couldn’t be fixed. So if from that point on, the bickering lessened and they finally allowed their shared interests to overlap, they surely wouldn’t be the ones to bring it up.

That’s how they found themselves, almost half a year later, sitting on the swings of a musty playground near Janus’ house, watching the sunset in an unspoken agreement to put off going back until absolutely necessary. It was just another thing they had in common; shitty home life. They didn’t talk about it much, because they knew how much it sucked to discuss, so they let the facts stand at the forefront and the nitty gritty emotions and smaller mental repercussions stay healthily buried. What did it matter? Their parents were awful, ‘nuff said.

“I just think it’s ridiculous, the amount of time he spent writing it.”

“He wrote and composed an entire play single handedly, J! Not a single word of it is dialogue, and it all rhymes! You try doing that in seven years.”

“I’m just saying, doesn’t it come to the point where you have to admit it’s too much work? Did he even know for a fact it would be successful?”

“He made it work, didn’t he? That’s what faith is for.”

“I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s what makes Lin Manuel Miranda a god, and you, a worm.”

Janus gasped and raised a mock hand to his chest, drawing a loud laugh from Roman. While the shorter of the two still wore his gloves daily, the other had slowly gained the confidence to wear short sleeves and display his empty timer, though god help the fool who asked him anything about it. The conversation with the group had gone well, though Jan hadn’t admitted that his situation was the same. They hadn’t known him as long, and they both agreed that it was a sensitive topic. Roman didn’t push him.

“The sun’s setting.”

“I had no idea,” Janus smirked, although the implications of the fast approaching darkness made a pit settle in his stomach.

“We don’t have to leave yet. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I don’t really get in trouble that often,” The shorter murmured, kicking his feet in the dust under him, “She’s more just... forgetful. Ignorant. I’m not even sure she fully knows I exist all the time.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at the first bit of information he’d learned about Janus’ home life, besides knowing it was just ‘bad’. He was debating between quietly prodding him to continue or to just let it sit when Janus made the choice for him.

“The other day she asked me to go to the liquor store for her and literally didn’t believe me when I said I’m only eighteen. Then again, she’s forgotten my birthday for the last, what, ten years? So I guess she just lost track, got ahead of herself. I don’t know.”

“When’s your birthday?” It was the only response Roman could think of.

“August seventh,” He whispered, almost like it was a dark secret he was scared to admit.

“Wait, actually?”

Janus turned to him, eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah?”

“You’re joking. This is a joke, right?”

“I can probably find my birth certificate if you need proof. Why are you losing your shit?”

“That’s my birthday too!”

Janus matched Roman’s face splitting grin with one of his own, his worries slipping away. They’d all been irrational anyways, so good riddance. He quickly settled his face into a more neutral one, the unusual expression hurting his cheeks. A calm air settled between them as their eyes locked, almost in a trance, before Janus snapped out of it and turned his attention to the pink hues of the dimming sky.

“What are the chances?”

There was a lot Roman didn’t know about the newest member of the friend group, he realized after dropping Janus off at home and starting the walk back to his. Usually he’d pop in his earbuds, taking the longest back roads and detours to put off arriving even more, but today his head was lost in his thoughts. What else didn’t he know about the blond boy he was so infatuated with?

Two weeks later, Janus edged the front door of his house open, calling out a tentative “Mom?” before pushing it open all the way and pulling Roman in. There was no answer through the empty halls so he yanked the taller boy upstairs, praying that his mom wasn’t home instead of just ignoring his call. It wasn’t until he shut his bedroom door and leaned heavily against it did he remember to breathe, meeting Roman’s eyes shakily.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Parent’s are…”

“Yeah. It’s better if she doesn’t know you’re here.”

Roman nodded, finally looking around the room. One wall was completely adorned with old records, some cracked in places or missing pieces entirely. He found himself drawn to it, running a finger down the closest one to him as Janus collapsed on his bed, ruffling the yellow blanket beneath him. He took a moment to pull off his gloves, revealing his soulmark, a secret that only Roman had the honor of seeing. An old jukebox stood proudly in the corner, covered in a fine layer of dust.

“You definitely have an aesthetic,” Roman hummed, taking notes on the implications of the dust and not approaching the old machine. If Janus didn’t touch it, neither should he. Instead he sat down at the other’s desk, spinning himself lazily in the chair.

“It was all my dad’s old stuff. He loved music and antiques a lot. The record player was his, too.”

He followed Janus’ gaze and nodded, overly tempted to take one of the records from the wall and trying to play it, but knowing that would only end badly. The record player was covered in the same thin sheet of dust.

“Holy Hera, is that a baby picture of you?” His mind, apparently unable to stay on one topic for more than ten seconds, had decided to focus on the framed picture on the bedside table. He crossed the room and sat next to Janus on the bed, leaning closer to the photo but not daring to touch it. He inspected the woman, who could only be Janus’ mother, holding the tiny bundle and smiling weakly at the camera, her eyes tired and hair tied in a messy bun.

“Yeah,” Janus rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “That’s the only picture I have with her. She hates cameras, always said she was self conscious and shit. It sucks that the only one I have, I don’t even remember taking.”

Roman knew he should respond to the surprisingly vulnerable statement, but his eyes had zeroed onto the still slightly slimy, wrinkly baby in the photo. Its little fists were tucked against his face, eyes closed peacefully, a moment of bliss that time forgot. That’s not what caught his attention, though. He squinted, edging just that much closer to the photo.

“You were born at Jacob Banks Memorial Hospital? I thought you lived in Chicago before you moved out here.” The tiny golden embroidery in the edge of the blanket was just focused enough to make out, as if he didn’t have an identical blanket at home, stashed under his bed in a box of other memories that were too special to throw away. He’d run his finger over the stitching a hundred times, reread the words and committed the blanket to memory, just for that high of simple childhood. And now, here was Janus as a baby, swaddled in the same blanket.

From the same hospital.

From the same day.

“Yeah. My parents were visiting relatives in town when my mom went into early labor. We didn’t end up actually moving here until a couple years ago.” Janus didn’t seem to notice the gears turning in Roman’s head as he reached forward, plucking the picture off the table and bringing it closer to his face. He tapped the glass, just above baby Janus’ arms.

“Right there, my timer. It’s just a few minutes left. I met my soulmate as a baby and no one cared enough to check who it was.”

“Janus.”

“I called the hospital as soon as I was old enough to comprehend, but they said they couldn’t help me. Didn’t have a record of anything to do with soulmates. Some help, huh.”

“Janus!”

“What? I’m trying to be melodramatic, Roman.”

“That’s the same hospital I was born in.”

“Okay? It’s the only one in town, I’m not overly surprised-” The lightbulb went off, and his head jerked up. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

They both were quiet for a moment, like the whole house was holding it’s breath, before Janus finally spoke, his voice a choked whisper. “Imagine with me, if you will,” he murmured, taking the picture and inspecting it closely. Not so much for sake of searching for details he wouldn’t have missed the hundreds of hours he spent inspecting the photo, more so just to avoid looking at the person beside him. “Two babies, born in the same place on the same day, put into the same small hospital nursery. They see each other, and click, their timers are out. Except both their parents don’t give a flying rat’s ass-”

“And so they never realize they met, and live their entire lives shrouded in mystery,” Roman finished quietly, suddenly terrified of the new ice they were walking on.

“Hypothetically, of course.”

His head snapped up and the spell was broken, meeting Janus’ pale eyes and jumping to his feet, flapping his hands to dispel his nervous energy. “Okay. Okay! That could… that could make sense! All signs point that way, right?” He began to pace the length of Janus’ room, head tilted towards the ceiling, “And I mean, god, I’ve liked you for how long now? So I’m definitely not upset!”

“You’ve what?”

“Alright, so we can call the hospital, or go there, or something! I’m sure they can tell us how many babies were born that day, that doesn’t seem like confidential information, right? And if it was just us three, you, me, and Remus, then that’ll settle it!”

“Wait, no, Roman, stop!”

Janus launched himself at Roman before he could click the call button on the Google search of the hospital, already dedicated to his plan. He ripped the phone from his grasp and tossed it onto the bed after pressing the power button, grabbing Roman’s hands tightly.

“Jan, what the hell? That’s the only way we’re going to know for sure if we’re-”

“But what if we’re not?!”

The two settled into silence after the outburst, searching each other’s faces intently. They both shared scared expressions, eyes wide with excitement and nervousness, the possibility of years worth of questions finally being answered. The promise that their two soulmarks weren’t dysfunctional, weren’t broken, and fate that had led them together one way or another.

But what if they weren’t?

“What if it’s a coincidence? What if you find out that your mom checked out before mine even got there, or our paths never could have crossed, or there were twenty babies born that day and there’s no sure way to know that we are each other’s soulmates? What if you find out that your soulmark said two years and mine ran out with someone else completely?”

“You’re starting to sound like Virgil,” Roman said quietly, almost fondly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“Roman, if you’re my soulmate, I’d be elated,” Janus’ hushed tone matched his, “But I don’t know what I’ll do if I build my hope and then find out it’s not true.” They were quiet again, and Janus was suddenly hyper aware that he was still holding Roman’s hands, a furious blush rising to his cheeks. He fought the urge to look away, look anywhere other than Roman’s bright eyes, because this was the closest they’d ever been and he was scared one flinch might break the charm they were in.

“We don’t have to check,” the taller whispered, “If you are, I’m content just… believing it.”

“You always were a cheesy romantic.” The phrase was meant to be cutting, but the uncontainable grin across his face greatly lessened its impact.

“I’m a Disney lover, what can I say?”

Janus snorted, dropping his head on to Roman’s shoulder, his heart nearly stopping altogether when the taller boy wrapped his arms around him and pulled them a step closer together. “So we’re agreeing on this? That we’re soulmates?” His voice was muffled against Roman’s shirt.

“As far as I’m concerned, yes. Fuck the system, right?”

“Overthrow the government. Commit arson in the name of anarchy. Society is a prison.”

“Dramatic, and that’s coming from me,” Roman drawled, rocking them back and forth slowly, dancing to unheard music, “Hey, Janus?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#tsshipmonth2020 #lywrites #roceit #roman sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #ts soulmate au #soulmate september #soulmateseptember #tw abuse #tw neglect

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moonlightserenadeeznutz · 3 years

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Remus shows Sirius around Wales (Part 2)

For @daylily-evans

(Part 1)

~ Remus’s house was not dissimilar from all the other houses they had passed, medium sized and grey-stoned. But it still felt... different somehow. Sirius couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt like Remus. It felt like the Lupins. It felt like home.

The front garden was blooming with flowers, their scent mingling with the air and making the whole area feel like a dream. “Mam likes to garden,” explained Remus, which- judging by the sheer amount of meticulously cared for flowers- seemed like an understatement.

They crossed over the threshold as Lyall opened the door. Sirius had always imagined the inside of Remus’s house to look like a cross between a library and a normal muggle residence, what with Remus and his father being avid readers, and his mother being a proud preserver of her muggle heritage, and Sirius was happy to see that his imagination hadn’t been far off.

The entrance hall immediately opened up onto the living room, the walls of which were lined with bookshelves. And in the corner of the room, surrounded by a comfortable looking sofa and matching armchair, was a medium sized black box, perched atop a wooden table, which Sirius recognised to be a television. Sirius knew quite a bit about muggle objects and technology by now, keen as he was to learn about it all in order to spite his family. He remembered a half term during second year when Remus had written to him and explained what a television was so that he could excitedly share the news that his parents had finally bought a set. And Sirius was interested to see that this must have been that very set.

Remus had begun to carry his trunk upstairs, and Sirius followed him with his own trunk.

“I’ll cook your favourite tonight, carru,” called Hope, as Remus retreated onto the first floor landing.

“Diolch, mam,” he called back.

“What’s your favourite, carru?” Asked Sirius jokingly, though he was genuinely interested nonetheless.

“Spaghetti with my mam’s tomato sauce,” replied Remus. They’d reached his bedroom door. Of all the things that Sirius was most excited to see on this visit, Remus’s bedroom was definitely top of the list. Everything else: the living room, the house, the garden, the shops, the country; it was Remus intermingled with other people: his parents and his neighbours and Mrs. Hughes with the muffins. But Remus’s bedroom was one hundred percent pure Remus.

“My room,” said Remus, placing his trunk down with a thump. “Don’t get too excited,” he added, as if he’d been reading Sirius’s mind.

“Can’t make any promises, carru.” Remus opened the door and dragged his trunk through the doorway. Sirius followed suit and immediately looked around.

Yes. This room undoubtedly belonged to Remus Lupin. It was the opposite of Sirius and James’s room at the Potter’s house. Theirs was messy, disorganised, clothes everywhere and posters of Quidditch teams and punk bands plastering the walls. Remus had posters, but they had been put up with care rather than been used as an alternative to wallpaper. He had a poster of the Welsh National Quidditch team, and a chart above his desk mapping out the cycles of the moon, and clippings from The Daily Prophet on one of the walls. Above his dresser, upon which sat a record player and a few record sleeves (Sirius took a note to have a look at them later), a collection of Chocolate Frog cards had been stuck up in neat, horizontal lines. Everything in the room was neat.

A mark of a Hogwarts student was their home bedroom containing various things from childhood that were never thrown out or stored away during the short few weeks that one spent at home over those seven long school years. The newspaper clippings were all dated from 1971, with articles that Sirius could imagine an eleven year old Remus would be interested in: Man Claims to Know What Boggarts Really Look Like. Man Falls Five Thousand Feet from Broomstick and Lives. A bookshelf boasted a number of thick books, but on the very bottom self, some children’s books still remained. Tales of Beedle the Bard, a seperate copy of The Fountain of Fair Fortune (Sirius had never been allowed to read that one. His parents considered it to be blood traitorous and disgusting. In fact, Beedle the Bard as a whole had been banned entirely, save for The Warlock’s Hairy Heart, which depicted an incredibly powerful wizard who was desperate to preserve his magical lineage. It didn’t have a happy ending either. So it wasn’t surprising that Sirius’s parents approved of it). There were some Welsh titles that Sirius wasn’t able to read: Y Tri Mochyn Bach, and Charlie a’r Ffatri Siocled, as well as some other muggle stories. Or at least, Sirius assumed they were muggle. He didn’t recognise the titles: The Seven Swans, Jack and the Beanstalk, A Collection of Tales from the Brothers Grimm.

“This is your bed,” said Remus suddenly, shaking Sirius out of his reverie. Sirius turned to look at a mattress next to Remus’s bed. It was all made up with sheets and a duvet and a pillow.

“I would ask if it’s alright for you, but I expect you won’t be spending much time in it.” He raised his eyebrows and Sirius took the cue.

“Now, Moony, what would your mother say?”

“She’d say... peidwych â chael fy nhudalennau'n fudr.” He shot a swift smile at his friend before lifting his trunk onto his bed and beginning to unpack it.

~ The two didn’t have much time after unpacking to do anything, before Hope called them down for dinner.

Hope was a wonderful cook. Sirius had to stop himself from shovelling the meal down in one, not wanting to appear rude, but he certainly praised Hope generously once they had all finished eating. Hope was smitten.

“Sirius, carru, you’re such a gentleman! You found a good one here, Remus.” Remus smiled, embarrassed, but at the same time, silently agreeing.

~ Unlike Sirius’s parents, Hope and Lyall were respectful of boundaries. Once they’d said goodnight to the boys, Sirius and Remus went the rest of the night undisturbed, and Remus had been right: Sirius spent perhaps half an hour on his mattress before crawling into Remus’s bed. He wrapped his arms around Remus’s torso and rested his head on the boy’s shoulder.

“It’s lovely here,” Sirius murmured, tickling Remus’s cheek with his breath. “Wish we could swap lives.”

“You mean I get to stop being a werewolf and live with Prongs? Hm... I could go for that.”

“I mean I’d get to kiss myself.” Remus laughed, a laugh that was slightly cut off by Sirius raising his head to kiss him, as a demonstration of his previous statement. The room was quiet. Peaceful. Remus stroked Sirius’s hair.

“Tomorrow, I’ll show you around properly.”

~ (Part 3)

Welsh Translation:

Carru (pronounced Ka-ree): Love

Diolch (Di-ol-kh): Thanks/Thank you

Y Tri Mochyn Bach (Ee tree mo-kh-in ba-kh): The Three Little Pigs

Charlie a’r Ffatri Siocled (Charlie ar fa-tri sho-cled): Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Peidiwch â chael fy nhudalennau'n fudr (pay-doo-kh ah kh-eye-l fee nee-dah-len-eye-n fee-dr): Don’t get my sheets dirty.

Sorry if I haven’t got the pronunciation spot on. It’s very hard to describe.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar headcanon #sirius x remus #sirius black #remus lupin #welsh remus #wolfstar fluff #harry potter #hp fanfiction

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Guess the Two of Us

Hey folks! I’ve been watching Cut videos recently to get inspiration for more Lions social media fics and have found several wonderful ideas. This is based on the video where someone has to match up couples from a group people they’ve never met--I love O’Knutzy, but seeing as they’re not out yet, I did not include them in this.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace is mine! Let me know if you’re still enjoying the social media fics :)

“Do I just talk to the camera?” a young woman in a yellow dress asked. Someone offscreen nodded and she smiled. “Hello, hockey fans! I’m Grace and I’ll be doing a video for the Lion Pride channel today.”

“Grace, do you keep up with the hockey world?” Marlene’s voice was a bit muffled behind the camera.

“Not at all, I’m more into softball, baseball, that kind of thing.”

“Do you live in Gryffindor?”

“Nope! I’m visiting family and I was in the coffee shop across the street when someone offered to have me film a video for the network.”

“We’re going to bring ten people out and you’re going to match the couples. Sound good?”

“Oh, god, this is going to be hard,” Grace laughed. “Sure, I’ll give it a tryrst.”

“Alright, the rest of you can line up behind her. Grace, I’ll tell you when you can turn around and start guessing. You can ask them to hold hands, kiss, dance, whatever will give you a better idea of their relationship.” Ten people walked out from behind the camera into a loose semi-circle. “Ready? Go!”

“Whew, okay, no pressure.” Grace turned to face them. “Okay, first one.” She bit her lip and scanned the group, then pointed to Lily and Natalie hesitantly. “You both look very nice and very intimidating. Could you come here for a second and hold hands?”

“Are you using new moisturizer?” Lily asked as she twined their fingers together; Kasey covered his mouth in the background. “Your hands are so soft.”

Grace looked between them for a moment, narrowing her eyes. “As much as you two would make an absolute power couple, I think you’re just really good friends. Who’s the guy that’s laughing over there?”

“I’m Kasey,” he said around his laughter.

“You’re her boyfriend, aren’t you?” She gestured to Natalie; he didn’t answer the question, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, I’m calling it.”

“Nat, Kasey, you guys can stand over to the left,” Marlene said.

“I’m feeling a little better now, this is good!” Grace said as she faced the others again, bouncing on her toes a bit. “Tall guy and slightly shorter guy, can you come up?”

“Since when am I ‘slightly shorter guy’?” James grumbled as he walked over with Sirius.

“Since we met! I’ve always been taller than you.”

“The banter is a good sign,” Grace mused. “Hmmm. If you’re comfortable, could you give him a kiss on the cheek?” Sirius leaned down and planted one on James, who grinned. “This is tough. You’re either dating or just, like, peak best friends.”

“You can ask them to say, ‘I love you’,” Marlene suggested out of frame.

Grace turned back to them. “Could you?”

They faced each other and James took Sirius’ hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too—” Sirius caught himself at the last second and Grace sighed.

“You were going to finish that with ‘dude’ or something, weren’t you?” she asked; his poker face broke immediately. “Damn it. I thought I had that one.”

“She’s good at this,” Lily commented from the line.

“Can you come to the front for a second? Sirius, you can head back.”

Lily stuck her hands in her pockets as she stood next to James. “I get the slightly shorter guy. Nice.”

Grace paused. “At first I was almost positive you were together, but now I feel like you would step on him. Is that rude?” Everyone else started cheering and she smiled as James flushed. “Sorry, you just have a presence!”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, I can’t decide. You can both go back,” she finally said. Remus gave Lily a nudge as she returned to her place and Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Sweater guy, can you step up to the plate?” Remus obliged and she tilted her head to the side. “So, I was going to say you were Lily’s boyfriend because of the little moment back there, but there is no way you’re heterosexual.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the group burst out laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but holy shit that was fast. Twenty-five years of pretending to be straight, wasted.”

“Hey, same!” They high-fived and she surveyed the other seven people. “Hmmm. Can the guy in the red shirt come over for a minute?” Talker walked over with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, the vibe is definitely there. I feel like he steals your sweaters.” Out of Grace’s sightline, dawning horror overtook Sirius’ face. “Can you hug?”

“Yeah, sure.” Talker held his arms out and Remus settled into them, giving him a tight squeeze around the chest.

“I can see it, I can see it,” Grace said, nodding. “Yeah, I think you two are a couple.”

“Three pairs left,” Marlene said.

“How are all of you so pretty?” Grace sighed as she turned back to the group. “Can the lady in the purple shirt and the one who looks like she could bench-press me come forward? What do you two do for a living?”

“Professional hockey,” Noelle said.

June grinned. “I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s so cool. Hmm. Could you slow dance for a second?” June wrapped her arms around Noelle’s waist, leaving a decent amount of room between them as they swayed. “You’re so cute together, oh my god.”

“Is that a yes?” June asked as they separated.

“Absolutely.” Grace blew out a long breath. Only James, Sirius, Heather, and Lily were left. “This is so difficult. How did it get harder with fewer people? Well, the lovely lady in the jacket has a rainbow pin, so I’m going to say you two are together. I am a hundred percent sure those two guys aren’t dating because of the ‘bro’ thing, but there’s nobody else left.”

“Do you want to do a rematch before your final decision?” Marlene offered.

Grace looked over at the group of already-paired couples on the left. She hesitated, then shook her head. “I know I got at least two wrong, but I don’t want to mess everything else up.”

“In that case, you’re going to face the camera and close your eyes. Everyone, get together with your real partners and put rings on if you have them.”

“Rings?” Her jaw dropped. “Some of them are married?”

“There’s one married couple and two are engaged.”

“If I accidentally ruined someone’s future, please know that I am so sorry.”

“There’s a very low chance of that,” Sirius said as he slid his ring on.

“Okay, Grace, turn around.”

Grace turned and covered her mouth with both hands. “Awww! How many did I get right?”

“One.”

“One?” Kasey and Natalie waved, and she sighed. “Please tell me you’re at least engaged.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s start with this end,” Marlene laughed. “Pots, Lils, go ahead.”

“For the record, she could definitely step on me.” James grinned and kissed Lily’s temple. “We’re the married ones.”

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Grace said softly. “I totally see it.”

“So, why didn’t you pair them up?” Marlene asked.

“I don’t know! It seems so obvious now. How long have you been together?”

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder. “We met about eight years ago, had a baby last winter, and got married this past summer.”

“Congratulations!” June and Heather walked up next, hand-in-hand. “Well, at least I didn’t put either of you with one of the guys.”

June shrugged. “Noelle’s a cutie. If I wasn’t already engaged to the love of my life, I’d go there.”

“I put you two together because you had the jock-for-jock thing going, but this right here is couple goals.” Grace sniffled slightly. “Is it normal to get emotional about other people’s love?”

“You have three other couples to get through, you can’t cry yet!” Heather teased playfully as they moved to the end of the line.

Natalie winked. “You had us figured out right away.”

“Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing!”

Kasey snorted. “Sorry, it’s just that there’s a running joke among our friends that Lily and Nat are the true power couple. Even I didn’t notice the hand lotion, and we live together.”

She gasped as Talker and Noelle took their place. “Wait, what?”

“Surprise, I’m not a lesbian!” Noelle said, doing jazz hands. “Very flattered, though.”

“How do all these make so much sense?” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “At least I wasn’t wrong about the jock-for-jock vibe for one of the couples.”

Marlene stepped slightly into view. “Why didn’t you put Thomas and Noelle with each other?”

Grace shrugged. “They both had such good chemistry with the other people in the group. I’m sure I would’ve paired them up if I had seen them together, though.”

“Alright, final couple.” Talker and Noelle joined the back of the line; Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist as they stepped forward.

“You were right about the jock thing for two of the couples, actually,” Remus said with a grin. “Very impressive.”

“How did I miss this?” Grace looked at the camera crew, then back at them. “How the hell did I miss this?”

“Don’t worry, we were all oblivious for about three and a half months,” James said ruefully.

“Are you all friends?”

“All the guys play for the Lions, Gryffindor’s hockey team,” Marlene explained.

“The hockey questions make a lot more sense now. Does that mean you two play for the same team?”

“Literally or figuratively?” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched up as James rolled his eyes. “Yes, and yes. I’m the team captain.”

“I play wing,” Remus said.

“Did you two meet through hockey?”

Remus made a ‘so-so’ motion. “Sort of. I was the Lions’ physical therapist for two years before I was a player. We started spending more time together after Sirius broke his ankle.”

“Are you the other engaged couple?” Sirius beamed and held up his left hand. “Yeah, I thought so. Congrats, you’re both adorable!”

“Merci.”

“Do you want to sign us off, Grace?” Marlene asked as Sirius and Remus rejoined the rest of the group.

She turned to the camera and waved. “Thanks for watching, everyone!”

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b00t-s · 3 years

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Characters Introduction

All characters belong to Thomas and crew, I just altered them for my au ^^

T.W: MENTAL HEALTH MENTION, DRINK (non alcoholic) MENTION, SOME¿ SWEARING, LONG POST, CAPITALS,TELL ME IF YOU NEED ANY OTHERS.

CHARACTERS (if I find motivation I will draw them)

Thomas Sanders, cis Male, he/him: [30]co-manager of "beans and co". He is a wholesome, good natured man and is a proud gay, and cares for others a lot. Thomas occasionly participates in the local theatre community, depending on his schedule and shifts. He is a HUGE fan of Disney, Harry Potter and all things cartoons. He is extremely partial to a certain regular customer, Nico Flores. Unfortunately, he is a pushover and listens to his employees and co-manager more than he should, and can overthink events repetitively, causing him to worry alot, causing him to trip up alot.

Nico Flores, cis male, he/him: [30]regular customer at Beans and Co. ,and a casual songwriter. Thinks Thomas is pretty cute and adores his feeble attempts at flirting. He's quite a cheerful and friendly dude, but doesn't give a fuck about what other people think. He and Joan have some playful banter, mostly to tease Thomas but their senses of humour just go well together. Has a simple coffee order and doesn't interact much unless Thomas/Joan have a shift.

Joan, non-binary, they/them: [30] co-manager of beans and co. They are as smart as they are funny, and can have a lewd sense of humour. They swear too much for a subtle coffee shop, so Thomas tries not to put them on counter jury. They enjoy art so they do latte art that the customers love and makes the Beans and Co customers regulars. Them and Thomas platonically flirt to confuse everyone often and it is a running gag for regular customers. They are the bestest of best friends. They are currently dating Talyn, who sometimes comes in for coffee but not often.

Janus Anguis, genderfluid, xey/xem: [28] been a barista at Beans and Co. for 5 years, mainly night-shifts. Xey have a dismal view and approach to life, as xey believe society is twisted to manipulate all it's inhabitants; in retaliation Xey lie too much and can be incredibly sarcastic. Janus can make amazing coffee if xey're in a good mood or like you, but if you've upset xem in someway, or xey just hate you for no reason, get ready to have the most bitter coffee ever. Xey hate paradoxes, optical illusions and people in general, unless you are one of the lucky select few. Virgil Frica was not in those few.

Virgil Frica, cis male, he/him: [27] barista at Beans and Co. He is stuck in his emo phase but the people in his life find it endearing, which he hates. He suffers from heightened anxiety which he attempts to disguise in a thick layer of sarcasm and dark eyeshadow. He has a hidden talent for poems, which he doesn't mention much. He regularly dyes his hair purple and doesn't give a fuck about the cafe's policy, so Thomas has just given up telling him. His coffee is medi-core. He constantly tells people he hates his job but he hasn't left for over five years and regularly makes banter with the customers. He and Janus have some sort of rivalry going on but the occasionally team up.

Patton Parvus, trans male, he/him: [29] barista at beans and Co. He is the softest little puffball they team has and all co-workers protect him at all costs. However, he does have a criminal record...and you know...depth....*cough cough spoilers cough cough*ANYWAY he has been working at the cafe for nearly seven years now, 3 years after it had opened, and has been the guide for the new recruits. He and Virgil are the iconic friends of the team, known for their playful dynamic.

Roman ‘Princi’ Realeza, demiboy, he/she: [28] regular customer at Beans and Co. ,and is Good friends with Patton and Virgil but hasn't met Janus yet. He is a minor actor in the Local theatre group, the same one Thomas attends, and is always over-dramatic. His coffee order is.....interesting.....and always angers the newbies, so she is generally directed to Patton, who has worked there long enough and is patient enough to deal with Roman. He is a strong feminist and will stand up for others....even if help is unwanted. She is a proud latino, his father being Spanish. His ego is huge but fragile.

Remus ‘Dukey’ Realeza, non-binary, they/them: [28] Remus is Roman's Twin, and gleefully torments him as much as possible. Unlike Roman, Remus took to more of the creative arts than the dramatic arts, and creates beautiful...or disturbing, depending on how you look at it....paintings. They have been married to Logan Realeza for 3 years now, even though them and him seem to be polar opposites. They mainly bond over medical shit as Logan is a brain surgeon and Remus has an unsettling fascination of gore. Remus is too horny for their own Good, and does not hide it, constantly embarrassing Logan. They may not have a fragile ego like Roman, but they do have mild abandonment issues and a disorder called Pica, meaning they crave and eat non-edible items. Only comes to the café when the know Roman is trying to do something important.

Logan Realeza, cis male, he/him: [29] Logan is a extremely talented Brain Surgeon, and has been presented with the Young Neurosurgeon Award at 24. He has autism but hides it well and is very well accustomed to it. He is married to Remus, something he wonders why he loves daily. They do help him alot with his autism, though, and as much as Logan ‘love is overrated’ Realeza will deny, he really does love Remus. A lot. He was the one to propose in the First place, and he does have a soft spot for romantic poems, and oh boy does Remus know that. He and Roman have a love-hate relationship. Logan doesn't understand why Roman must be so flamboyant, and Roman doesn't know why Logan must be such a buzzkill. Only comes in the café when one of the twins drag him there.

AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW! I am going to start working on a plot and things, but you guys are welcome to interact with the characters and the narrator (me), and ask if you want to be tagged, the usual. This can be interactive so again, feel free to give prompts, give tips, ask the characters questions, etc. I know it's kind of a cliché troupe, but this time it's different, I hope. Anyway, that's it! Thank you for taking the time to read this!

#Sanders sides #ts au #barista au #Thomas Sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus Sanders #remus sanders #I hope you enjoy #this is my First fic/au ever hhhh

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