Flowers

[soysaucefox]

average trc plotline

[yourgraduationn]

I love that every single time the others call Mei out from the kitchen, she comes out guns a blazing ready to fight and they’re just like “yea so wanna make us tea?”

[angryshortstacks]

Some Hugo x Wallace headcanons because I just finished Under the Whispering Door (spoilers obviously)

Hugo’s pet names for Wallace are honey or hun, sweetheart, love, and very occasionally babe but in like a jokey way

Wallace calls him dear, darling and love (Wallace is British in my head and this is critical to this point)

After Wallace’s resurrection he was just overwhelming emotion. When Hugo woke him up the first morning Wallace just curled into the pillow and said “oh god. I forgot how much I missed sleep.” When Hugo sets him down at the breakfast table and placed a hot scone in front of him (one’s he’s been smelling but never eating for weeks) he picks it up tentatively and takes a small bite. it tastes so good the butter melts on his tongue. it’s like that scene from spirited away where he’s just eating and crying. Hugo rubs his back and encourages him “it’s okay hon. Eat some more you’ll feel better,” and Wallace just shovels it in between sobs. Needless to say they impulsively decide to close the store for the day so Wallace can acclimate himself a little more.

On a more long term level he has trouble getting used to being alive again. He forgets to eat and doesn’t sleep well. And when Hugo does manage to get him to bed at a reasonable hour he has nightmares about having another heart attack and dying in the bed next to Hugo. And so he gets up and wanders the tea plants or sits with Nelson by the fire until Hugo eventually wakes up and stumbles out of bed all squinty and sleepy to bring him back to bed. Nelson keeps asking him why he’s not sleeping but Wallace shrugs it off or dodges the question. Eventually Hugo confronts him about it when Wallace is still up on the back porch at 4:00 am. Hugo, “Wallace seriously. Why don’t you ever want to sleep.” “I sleep” “not nearly enough” Hugo smoothes down Wallace’s hair “talk to me. I won’t be upset.” Wallace is quiet for a moment and then he says “I keep having nightmares about dying.” Hugo, “honey you went to the doctor your heart is fine-”. “I know it’s silly. I know but… I can’t help it. I just I’ve been given this second chance and I- I don’t want to squander it.” Hugo sits in his lap and leans his forehead against his “your not going to squander it. This is different. Your different.” Wallace nuzzles his head “I just didn’t consider it would be hard.” “Hey,” Hugo kisses his cheek then his temple “there’s no rush. It’s the same as it was before. We have nothing but time now.” Wallace drops his head against his shoulder, “you can’t be my boyfriend and my therapist.” Hugo chuckles “how about I just be your boyfriend who gives really good advice?” Hugo stands and takes his hands “you look tired. Cmon It’s bedtime.” And he pulls him up to stand and they go inside and Hugo spoons him to sleep.

Wallace price is the little spoon. I will take no criticism.

Hugo can lift Wallace up despite their height differences. He has thrown Wallace over his shoulder before when he wouldn’t come to bed.

Wallace has crows feet around his eyes when he smiles and Hugo always kisses them.

Wallace love to kiss the back of Hugo’s hand

one year after Nelson and Apollo cross, Wallace gets Hugo a dog for his birthday. He had mei take Hugo into town and when they arrived back home Wallace was sitting on the front porch with a dog between his legs wagging her tail. Hugo stopped dead in his tracks “Wallace why do you have a dog?” and Wallace just grinned “because she’s yours.” Hugo just burst into tears and sat on the porch for hours petting her and saying “she’s perfect. I love her.” He and Wallace decide to name her peppermint (pepper for short). She’s a rescue, some kind of terrier mix, and she’s a little skittish at first but within a couple months she greets every customer at the door with a grin and a wagging tail. She sleeps at the foot of their bed and when Hugo is anxious she pressed her head into his lap.

[sleepyrosiie]

Remus Lupin with his 4 jammed toast

[bianca-fathom-deactivated202603]

Remus: *sneezes*

Regulus: Bless you.

Pandora: *sneezes*

Regulus: Dora are you okay? Are you sick? *takes off his jacket* Here take my jacket. Do you want a blanket? Soup? Medication?

Sirius: *sneezes*

Regulus: Shut the fuck up.

[myrows]

The morning after a full moon

[sleepyrosiie]

Sirius Black guitarist AU

[unmovedstill]

Anything for our Moony.

[j000000]

Remus eats and sleeps A LOT.

[peachrtistic]

sharing a flame

[nerdymessr]

When Sirius first decided to grow out his hair he learnt all the quick hair growth charms and potions. Not because he was going to use them there and then but because he knew that when he went home hair would be lobbed off against his will at some point. In that event, he planned to simply regrow the hair, maybe even make it longer than before and waltz to the dining table at breakfast the next day as if nothing happened.

And just as he predicted it was, crudely shorn away by his father in a fit of rage, Black strands scattered on the palour floor like ink spills. He knew it was going to happen, he had planned for it even, all he had to do was point his wand at his head and utter the incantation and all would be right again but even as he tells himself this he cannot help the bone deep loss he feels inside of him at the sight of his hair on the floor, the hollow ache of shock at the violence it took to get it there.

He eventually does get up, regrow it and march to the dining table the next morning with longer hair that he originally had; but for a quiet moment before that he sits in the ruin of himself and feels devasted at the fact that everytime he rebuilds, he is inevitably torn down again.

[nerdymessr]

Sirius will make a joke referencing pureblood culture and society and the res of the marauders will laugh like "haha yeah we totally get that😃" then as soon as he leaves the room Remus and Peter will turn to James (high ranking pureblood #2) and be like "wtf was he on about??" And James (who is from a staunchly blood traitor family that went COMPLETELY off the rails of pureblood society) will be like "fuck if I know man, my family isn't a bunch of weirdos"

then they'll all scramble to the library to research whether the joke was actually funny or some fucked up reference to actually crimes

[lady-stardust1972]

(part 1? of a) little fic inspired by this post of mine :) as requested by @piratiqual-chocolate and @sunmoonyandstars

Blush

Sirius hadn’t meant to let it show. To let Remus know how much he’d wanted to go down that aisle. The long aisle with the names he liked to mumble to himself. Covergirl. Maybelline. Revlon. To see the pretty colours, to imagine what they’d look like against his pale skin. On his lips, his eyelids, his cheeks. Colour and glimmer and shine. Things for girls. Not for boys.

But then Remus had taken his hand, and wandered down the aisle, pretending to be looking for something, one last thing he’d forgotten to grab.

“What are we looking for?” Sirius asked nervously, eying the makeup he’d been dying to look at for months. But he didn’t want to let Remus know just how eager he was to be in this aisle. This was probably just a shortcut to where he was going, Remus wouldn’t actually want to stop in the makeup section. Because he was a boy, and that would be weird, right?

“That depends, let me see?” Remus turned around, taking Sirius’ face in his hands and turning it this way and that, making a show of looking at it from every angle.

“What the hell are you doing, Moons?” Sirius laughed nervously.

“Mmmm, just as I thought,” Remus said matter of factly before turning around and heading for the makeup stand.

“Seriously, Moony,” Sirius cleared his throat, a nervous feeling creeping up the back of it. “What do we need from this aisle?”

“I was right,” Remus turned back around, holding a little compact of eye shadow. “You’re definitely a Midnight Blue.”

“I am?” Sirius was stunned.

“With those starry eyes of yours? You’d knock me dead with navy eyelids.” Remus must have noticed the hesitation on Sirius’ face. “Unless, of course, you don’t like Midnight Blue? We can pick a dif—”

“No, I like Midnight Blue.” Sirius cut him off, reaching out and taking the compact from him, eyes running over the shimmery blue powder. “I really like Midnight Blue.” 

“Okay,” Remus replied softly, a gentle smile on his lips. “Okay good, because I think it would really suit you.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,”

“So, you don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind, Sirius. Why would I mind?”

“You don’t think it’s weird? You don’t think it’s too, girly?”

“Sirius, honey we’ve talked about this.” Sirius tried to look down, embarrassed, but a warm hand touched the base of his chin, pulling it back up. “How long have you wanted to walk down this aisle?”

“Months,” Sirius mumbled. 

“And would it make you happy to look around? Maybe even bring a few things home?” Sirius nodded, feeling the slight burn of tears welling up in his eyes. “Just because something isn’t traditionally male doesn’t make it girly, it just makes it something new to try.” 

“And I really do want to try this,” Sirius said, nodding his head vigorously. “I really do.”

“Okay honey,” Remus replied, the small smile on his face having grown into a full grin. “You’ll need some mascara to go with this eyeshadow.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, lipgloss too. You’d be such a babe with a cherry lip.” 

Sirius couldn’t help the redness that burned his cheeks at the sounds of Remus calling him a babe. 

“I don’t think you’ll be in need of any blush though,” Remus quipped, reaching up and brushing his fingers along Sirius’ cheek, “I think we’ve got that one covered already.”

[lena15-08]

Sirius, who is singing along to "Where is my husband" as he makes his and Remus's evening coffee, only to be enveloped by his boyfriend's warm body from behind. Whose hand then gets taken, manhandled by his lover and feels something cold slip on in his ring finger, and before he can take a look at it, Remus turns him around in his hold, making him lean back against the counter, his vision filled with Remus.

"It's certainly not a diamond, all I could scrounge up was a gold one, obviously silver is out of the question" He then unravels his hands from over Sirius's, giving him a view of the beautiful golden band around his ring finger "If I could have the honour, would you be mine for the rest of my life? And maybe stop searching for your husband around every corner?"

And that was just too good of a deal for Sirius to refuse

[starcroww]

After spending ages getting ready, Sirius doesn't allow Remus to kiss their face or head because they cant risk messing up their hair and makeup they just worked oh so hard on, firmly stating "no, moony, I dont care how much you love me, you are not smudging this lipstick" so Remus always brings Sirius' knuckles to his mouth, kissing the back of his hand instead, murming "you look so lovely" because he's a sappy gentleman.

[yourshiningautumnoceancrashing]

short hair, skinny sirius in 4/5th year because he was being malnourished every summer and forcefully had his hair cut after his parents realised he was never going to stop rebelling. :/

[lady-stardust1972]

every time sirius and remus did something suspiciously couply despite arguing that they were “just friends”, a faint “i’m starting a rumour” could be heard from james or peter somewhere nearby