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Dani || her/she || 20s || Ao3 || feel free to send a message
Fandoms: HP/Marauders, Gravity Falls, Merlin
Reblogged courfee
request by @/oangebird on tiktok
inspired by Just Deserts by paletragedycandy on AO3!!!!
trick - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 527
The room was steeped in the kind of warmth that only followed after indulgence. The sheets were tangled around their legs, Evan’s cheek pressed against Barty’s shoulder, his breaths even and slow. The air smelled like sweat and satisfaction, and the dim glow of the bedside lamp cast lazy shadows across their bodies.
Barty, sprawled out in complete, shameless ease, ran a hand absentmindedly through Evan’s hair, fingertips scratching lightly against his scalp. “Tapped out already, Rosie?” he murmured, voice still rasping from earlier, thick with smug amusement.
alone - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 541
Regulus and Sirius were mid-argument over something trivial—whether tea should be made before or after the milk—when the front door slammed open so hard it rattled the frames on the walls.
Both brothers snapped their heads toward the entryway, startled. James stood there, shoulders hunched, glasses slightly askew, and a deep frown etched into his usually sunny face. His eyes—so full of warmth on most days—looked almost vacant, dulled by something neither Black brother had the context for.
fool - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 524
James sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Pandora shuffle her tarot deck with an almost ethereal grace. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, making the entire moment feel far more mystical than it probably was. Regulus, seated beside him, had his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Regulus asked, eyeing James skeptically.
"Reg, you don’t question the mystic arts!" James gasped, hand on his chest in exaggerated offense. "Let Pandora work her magic."
Reblogged desertforestfic
SNOGGING !!! ;3
Reblogged mintleafss
kisses
Reblogged noblehouseofgay
"Even though their roots don't allow them to move, their faces will always seek the Sun."
This idea has been brewing in my head for months (or maybe more than a year?) but a part of me felt that it wasn't going to turn out well. But, after a lot of mental gymnastics this weekend, I decided to let the freak out and draw it. And surprise! it turned out much better than I expected.
This drawing is quite conceptual, you might find more than one hidden message in there, but I'll leave that to your imagination.
keep - @moonkillermicrofic - wc: 395
The morning after a full moon was always the worst. Remus could feel it deep in his bones, a weariness that sleep couldn’t touch. Every breath ached, every shift of his body sent ripples of pain through his muscles. The air in the small flat he shared with Barty was thick with the scent of blood—his own, mostly, dried in streaks on his arms and legs. He hadn’t done too much damage this time, he thought distantly. Nothing broken, at least.
He groaned as he turned onto his side, only to find Barty already there, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching him with sharp eyes. He looked awful too—bruises lining his arms, his lip split from some unknown scuffle in the night. It had been a rough one. Remus knew that without asking.
Barty reached out, hesitant, brushing his fingers over Remus’s wrist. “You with me?”
Remus swallowed, his throat dry and raw. “Yeah.”
Barty exhaled, dragging a hand through his already messy hair. “It was bad.”
It wasn’t a question, and Remus didn’t answer it. They both knew.
“I tried,” Barty muttered, fingers curling into fists. “You know I tried.”
Remus closed his eyes. He did know. He always knew. Even as a bat—small, quick, desperate—Barty tried to keep up with him. Tried to keep him from hurting himself. Tried to keep him safe.
“I can’t keep you safe,” Barty said suddenly, voice tight with frustration. He wasn’t looking at Remus now, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Not like this.”
Remus opened his eyes again, softer this time. He reached out, fingers brushing against Barty’s clenched fists until they slowly uncurled. “It’s not your job to keep me safe,” he said quietly. “You know that.”
Barty let out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah, well. Someone has to.”
Remus squeezed his hand. “You already do more than enough.”
Barty didn’t respond right away. When he did, his voice was quieter. “It’s not enough.”
Remus didn’t argue. He was too tired, and they’d had this conversation too many times. Instead, he tugged at Barty’s arm, coaxing him closer until Barty finally gave in and lay down beside him. Their bodies fit together in a way that felt natural, even when everything else was a mess.
“You stayed,” Remus murmured against Barty’s shoulder.
Barty huffed. “Where else would I go?”
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I know I'm late with this. It took me way too long, but I had already startet it and didn't want to wait until next year, so:
here's how I imagine them celebrating James' 65th birthday. Just sitting in the garden with their loved ones, eating cake and having fun. They are alive and old and grey and happy ok!
together - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 395
James leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Regulus pour himself a cup of coffee like it was just another normal morning. The sun barely peeked through the blinds, casting golden lines across Regulus’ bare shoulders. James could live in this moment forever—if not for the pit in his stomach.
“Can we tell Sirius we’re a couple together?” he asked, voice casual but careful.
Regulus froze, his fingers tightening around the coffee mug. He took a slow sip before setting it down, finally meeting James’ gaze. “You want to die, don’t you?”
James huffed out a laugh, pushing himself up to sit on the counter. “Not particularly, but I’d like to stop sneaking around like we’re committing some kind of crime.”
Regulus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You say that, but I’m pretty sure Sirius will consider this high treason.”
“Oh, come on, he loves me.” James grinned, nudging Regulus with his foot. “He’ll be thrilled that his best mate and baby brother are—”
“—dating in secret behind his back for over a year?” Regulus finished dryly. “Yes, I’m sure that will go over splendidly.”
James exhaled, resting his hands on his thighs. “I just think he deserves to hear it from us instead of, you know, walking in on something he can’t unsee.”
Regulus groaned, rubbing his face. “You’re right.”
James blinked. “Wait, what?”
“You’re right,” Regulus repeated, rolling his eyes. “It’s bound to come out eventually. Better that we control the narrative before Sirius concocts one where you’ve somehow brainwashed me.”
James snorted. “I mean, I did charm you with my devastating good looks and winning personality.”
Regulus smirked. “Debatable.”
James laughed and slid off the counter, pulling Regulus into his arms. “We’ll do it together, yeah?”
Regulus leaned into him, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Together.”
James kissed his forehead. “We should probably do it soon before Peter figures it out and lets it slip.”
Regulus pulled back slightly, giving him a flat look. “Peter already knows.”
James’ jaw dropped. “What?”
“He walked in on us months ago.”
“And he didn’t say anything?”
“He’s been waiting for us to tell Sirius first.”
James groaned. “Merlin, we are so bad at this.”
Regulus smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of James’ mouth. “Then let’s rip off the bandage.”
James grinned against his lips. “I love a man with a death wish.”