You Can Not Tell Me That The James Look Alike Wasn't The Shortest Pregnancy Out Of Them All. They Were

Drift

Sirius burst into the Gryffindor dormitory after detention and nearly fainted.  

“Moony…” Sirius stammered, his voice cracking. “That’s…that’s mine.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Remus yawned. He was curled up on Sirius’s bed wearing a pair of red plaid pajama bottoms, gray wool socks and…

And Sirius’s quidditch jersey.

“But…” Sirius’s tongue felt heavy and his brain felt sluggish. He couldn’t make words. He could barely make coherent thoughts.

“Sorry, do you want me to take it off?” Remus asked, sitting up slowly and moving to pull the jersey over his head.

“No!” Sirius said, practically diving across the bed at him. He didn’t know what would be worse for his predicament, seeing Remus in his jersey or seeing Remus without his jersey.

“I just was so tired after my shower,” Remus said sleepily, snuggling back onto Sirius’s pillow. “I couldn’t find my pajama shirt, and your jersey was right on your bed, so I put it on. Then I laid down, and I think I fell asleep, and…I hope you don’t mind.”

Whether or not Sirius “minded” was not really the problem. The problem was how cute Remus looked with the oversized jersey slipping off his shoulder, his fingers just poking out of the too-long sleeves, and the name “BLACK” emblazoned across his back. The problem was how Sirius’s pillow would smell like Remus’s woodsy scent of tea and moss and parchment, and the drowsy rasp of his voice making little shots of electricity fire up Sirius’s spine.

Normally Remus was all sharp sarcasm, standoffish mischief, and dry jokes, but in the days before the full moon, he was constantly exhausted and could drift off to sleep anywhere. His friends joked that he could probably sleep through a dementor attack. The Marauders would often find him curled up asleep in ridiculous spots, like the curve of the stairway up to the dormitory or on a window ledge in Gryffindor tower with his face planted in a book, and Sirius and James would take turns scooping him up and depositing him onto his bed.

Sirius had diligently ignored the bubbling, fizzy feeling he got in his stomach whenever Remus nestled his head into Sirius’s shoulder when he carried him across the dorm or when Remus laughed at one of his jokes at the lunch table. Remus was his friend, a Marauder, and there was no way—no way at all—he’d think about Sirius in any other way.

But now Remus was all adorable in Sirius’s quidditch shirt, laying on his bed, and now he was—no, Merlin, this was terrible—he was motioning for Sirius to come over.

“Spoon me,” he demanded through a yawn.

This was another thing that happened to Remus before the full moon. His usual “don’t touch me, don’t look at me” demeanor melted into a need for constant cuddles. It was James who usually obliged, and Sirius knew it was partly because James was essentially a hug in human form and partly to spare Sirius the mortification of having to snuggle the boy he was trying not to be in love with.

But now, James was in a separate detention with Peter, and Remus was pulling Sirius by the wrist onto the bed, and Sirius had no choice but to kick off his shoes, slot his knees behind Remus’s, and let his arm be dragged across Remus’s waist. Remus sighed contentedly, and Sirius felt the sweet little sound vibrate through his chest, making his skin tingle.

“Can I just sleep here tonight?” Remus mumbled into the pillow. “You’re a better cuddler than James or Pete.”

“Sure, Moony, whatever you need,” Sirius whispered, kissing the back of his head before he even realized what he was doing.

“Tomorrow, too, then,” Remus hummed back.

Well, Sirius thought, it’s official. I am truly screwed.

Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt, "drift"

HC where Barty went to school the year after Evan and Regulas and was sorted into Ravenclaw, but just didn't accept these things.

After the sorting, Barty has found his way into the Slytherin dorms with all his stuff and boots a muggle born first year Slytherin with all Barty's robes and demands he lives as a Ravenclaw as he proceeds to steel the muggleborn's robes, saying something about how the robes are charmed so they can't be transfigured into different colours and how the first year wont survive a day as a muggle born in Slytherin. Barty then proceeds to ignore the first year dorms and makes his way to the second year dorms, scaring the everloving shit out of Regulas and Evan who were both almost asleep. Barty then transfigures one of Regulas' books into a bed and makes himself at home. The next few minutes, Regulas swears to this day are the most confusing minutes of his life but ultimately found himself not to bothered by this first years presence and went back to sleep.

The next day, though, was an absolute nightmare. Barty ended up in a meeting with Ravenclaw head of house and had the most impressive screaming match in Hogwarts history. The head of house in the end didn't want him after Barty threatened to remove their tongue the muggle way if they called him Mr Crouch instead of Barty one more time. Barty sat the first year exams that afternoon got straight A's all round and started his second year the next day, with a slightly impressed Regulas on one side and an absolute in awe at the amount of chaos created Evan on the other side.

Breakfast that morning was the first genuine smile Barty produced since he was 5. Besides, he couldn't piss his father off enough from in Ravenclaw.

Barty is extremely loud in bed with Evan, he is definitely a screamer, and not even on purpose. He just feels so safe and comfortable with Evan that he can't stop himself from expressing how incredibly good he feels with Evan showing him so much attention.

“it’s just a ship” maybe to YOU. they’re engraved in my soul

The thing being Remus' wolf actually being an omega, so he's blushing furiously every time the jokes are made, and he subconsciously sighs and nuzzles back when James is breathing him in. And Moony is always suggling up to Prongs during the moons.

Remus Lupin stress bakes so his house always have some kind of treats around (quite often more than one kind)

Ahhhhhhh, the Roman Empire, one step in the right direction for the gays but 20 steps in the wrong direction for healthy masculinity.

My obsession with top gear is still going strong and I'm like...

What if Jeremy Clarkson took one look at the height differences between him and Richard Hammond and was like this is comedy gold and hired him on the spot. Yes, he took into consideration everything else, but he couldn't stop thinking about the height difference between them and all the short jokes he was going to make.

HC that Percy, after the war and re-uniting with his family, quickly became sick of politics. He decided that he'd seen enough of the broken inner workings of the Ministry, and had finally accepted that running at such high levels of stress wasn't healthy. Especially considering that he and Oliver were planning to start a family.

So, five years after the war, he makes the announcement that he's going to be stepping out of his role as Assistant to the Minister, to make way for Hermione Granger. Oliver is thrilled, because he's spent years worrying about Percy's wellbeing, even when the man took a bit of a step back a few years ago.

He's also excited by the idea that his kids will have at least one of them home constantly. He doesn't plan to play professionally forever, but he's got his eye on side-stepping into either training or commentary, both of which could continue to take him away for periods of time.

The one thing that worries Percy is, of course, their finances. Oliver gets paid an extortionate amount, it keeps them comfortable. But Percy, who learned from an early age to never look too closely at the bank account and to always keep a tight hold on the purse strings, is unaware even how much he has been getting paid.

One night, he asks Oliver to look at his Gringott's total for him, so that they can work out just how long they can go without Percy having to find another job. And after Oliver is finished choking on his own tongue at the ungodly amount of money that Percy has unknowingly set aside, he manages to tell his husband that he would never have to work again if he didn't want to.

I just wanna know if I'm not the only Lesbian who does this. But when entering a fandom, do you ever just get insanely attached to a male character/s, and you get really confused about your sexuality but you know that irl you'd never be with a guy ever.

Welcome everyone,

You can call me Liv or Mae I don't mind.

Australian.

I'm a Lesbian.

Love all sorts of music

Up and willing to talk about anything.

Chronic multishipper

Just doing my own thing

Currently shoulders deep in the Marauders fandom I am Remus and Barty trash

Fandoms I'm in (Will be updated)...

Harry Potter/ Fantastic Beasts

House Md

Marvel

Doctor Who

Dead poets society

Criminal minds

Hazbin hotel

Top gear