Fairy Houses

The marauders as shit me and my friends have said pt.6:

James- I can speak loads of languages!

Remus- Ok then, list them.

James- English, French, Spanish, Welsh, German, and Mandarin.

Reg- ok, say one thing in all of them then.

James *grinning*- ok. Hello, Bonjour, Hola, Bore da, nein and Nǐ hǎo.

Reg- That's on me, I set the bar too low.

I love this little mini series microfic, it’s amazing, I’m in love.

Jerseys vs Hoodies - Part 6

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 871 | Part 5 is here | @krispykidgarden this one’s for you in honor of the fact that finals suck :) |

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Evan doesn’t know what to say.

He’s looking at Barty, who in turn is gazing at him with a soft smile and a questioning look in his eyes. Evan thinks he needs someone to just pinch him, because there is no way that this is real. No way that he poured out his heart to Barty and wasn’t sent away with it in pieces.

No, he hadn’t been sent away at all. Quite the opposite, actually. But that just made it all the more unbelievable.

Evan should say something poetic and romantic, should smile back and kiss Barty and tell him that he wants to try to be something more with him, but all he can do is stare dumbly and say, “Is this real?”

Barty chuckles, and Evan’s heart melts.

“I could pinch you if that would make it feel more believable,” he offers.

Evan laughs and lets his forehead fall against Barty’s chest, shaking with amusement and giddy joy as Barty’s hand smooths away some of his curls.

“Nope,” he says, and can’t believe that this is happening to him, “I think the fact that you just said that did the trick.”

“Good.” Evan can hear the smile in Barty’s voice and looks up to see it resting in place, aimed at him fondly.

“So…” Barty ventures, “what do you think?”

Evan knows what he means without having to ask. Slowly, he says, “I think that we’re two idiots, but two idiots who could be less of dumb if they just kissed. And actually meant it,” he adds as an afterthought.

It doesn’t seem possible, but Barty’s grin stretches even wider as if it can defy all logic.

“That seems about right,” he agrees.

And then his mouth is on Evan’s, nothing else existing except for the two of them sitting in a library and figuring out a whole new way to fit together.

“Evs,” Barty breathes once they finally pull apart, and Evan smiles so wide he feels as though his face may break in half. There’s no way Evan could ever get tired of hearing Barty say his name like that.

“You know,” Barty tries again, “I really think that you wearing my clothes should be a regular occurrence.”

He tugs on Evan’s sleeve, where the fabric hangs a little from being too long, and seems to be slightly distracted as he mumbles, “You look really good in it.”

Evan blushes and swats Barty’s hand away.

“We’ll discuss the details later,” he says breezily, still smiling. “Just don’t ask me to wear your jersey. I think I’ll leave the whole “jersey wearing thing” to Reg.”

He was just joking, but a horrified expression crosses Barty’s face as soon as Evan finishes his sentence. It immediately causes Evan’s heart to fall through his stomach.

“What?” he asks worriedly, his smile long gone.

Barty shakes his head and grabs Evan’s hands, easing his fears slightly. “Rosie, do you know what this means?”

Evan shakes his head, still confused.

“This means that we owe Reg for the start of our relationship,” Barty says, and looks as if he’s seen something truly harrowing.

And suddenly Evan gets it.

“No,”’ he gasps. “We can never tell him, or else he’ll be absolutely insufferable.”

“Too late,” says a voice from somewhere between the stacks of books, and then Regulus is standing at the edge of the table, bag strap looped around his shoulder and looking slightly worse for the wear.

Barty and Evan turn a horrified glance to each other.

“Please tell me that you weren’t here the entire time,” Evan finally says.

Regulus shakes his head, and Evan feels slightly mollified. Only slightly, though, as Regulus then says, “I just came back a little bit ago to come and get you two for dinner, and you looked as though you were having a… moment.” Regulus wrinkles his nose. “Please never kiss in front of me again.”

Barty just grins and slings an arm around Evan’s shoulders, even as Evan’s face turns red.

“No promises,” Barty says, then turns around to peck Evan on the nose. Evan can’t help but smile at him. Regulus makes a sound of disgust.

“I’m going to be sick,” he pronounces, then gestures for the pair to stand up. “Come on. We’re late for dinner.”

Barty sighs dramatically, then stands and extends a hand to Evan.

“Shall we go, sweetie pie?” he asks in a ridiculously sweet manner.

Evan sniggers, “Of course, snookums,” then places his hand in Barty’s and allows him to haul him to his feet.

“I’m leaving now,” calls Regulus, already walking away as Barty tucks an arm around Evan’s waist. Evan never wants it to leave, and somehow, he gets the distinct feeling that Barty doesn’t want it to leave either.

“So, what do you think, Rosie?” Barty murmurs. “Shall I escort you to dinner?”

Evan smiles up at him, taking in Barty’s adoring gaze and lovely dimples. Then, because now it’s a thing he can do simply because he wants to, he tilts his head up and pecks Barty on the lips.

“That sounds lovely, Bee,” he says, then starts off towards the Great Hall.

Barty’s arm doesn’t leave his waist.

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(The End!)

You know the best kind of ships?

The blonde and their dumbass dark-haired lover

This definitely happened when Alexander was arguing with Jefferson-

Washington: Alexander, you can't keep fighting fire with fire.

Alex: Don't worry sir, I'm not.

Washington: *looks at him suspiciously*

Alex: *revealing something from behind his back*

I'm fighting fire with a shotgun

the marauders as shit me and my friends have said:

(at a party)

James- what would be your choice of poison?

Reg- Arsenic.

James- ffs Reg I meant what alcohol?

Reg- your fault for frasing it poorly. anyway, I'll have a vodka and redbull

Lily and Regulus headcannons

- It all began when Regulus skipped a year in potions and was partnered with Lily.

- They didn’t talk much at first. Lily, for one, was afraid of Regulus sharing the same views on blood status as his family whilst Regulus feared Lily would see him as nothing more than his last name. 

- Within a month, however, Lily started smuggling muggle books for Regulus to read (he loved all of them.)

- From then forth they were like a house on fire. 

- Lily told Regulus about her family and her relationship with her sister. In return, Regulus confessed how much he missed Sirius and longed to join him.

- It wasn’t until Lily saw the scars on Regulus’ body and how sudden sound gave him a violent shiver that she realised he had it just as bad as Sirius did.

- Remus soon started joining them in their “secret library” meetings, where they either splurged on Oscar Wilde and Virginia Woolf or gossiped their way through the day.

- Lily figured there was something between Regulus and James but couldn’t figure it out until she walked in on them making out in the Astromony Tower.

- After that she was their number one shipper and helped keep their relationship a secret (for both Regulus and James’ sake)

- Regulus would secretly hex anyone who called her (or anyone) a mudblood

- Regulus would vent and be sappy about James to lily for hours and in return Lily would tease the living shit out of James. 

- Regulus made sure to introduce Lily and Pandora (although he was a little stubborn because of how protective he is of both, he loves their relationship and how much they work together)

So I made a thing...

My random marauders opinions pt.1

Headphones/ earphones

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Remus- wired earphones

Peter- AirPods

James- headphones

Sirius- loud speaker (no headphones)

star butterfly and mabel pines would absolutely, no questions asked, be the bestest of best friends.

that's it.

the marauders as shit me and my friends have said pt.4: The slytherins edition

Barty- yknow, an air fryer is basically just an easy bake oven for adults...

Pandora- Barty, honey. you know I love you but please stop.

Reg- Don't worry Dora, I'll say what you won't. Barty, if you dont shut the fuck up I'll suffocate you with that pillow.

Dorcas- I mean, he's got a point *shrug*.

Reg- *throws pillows at both of them*