sofia

atla • marauders • pjo • mcu 19! minors dni :) i love a little bit of everything

[sofisidera]

anybody could be that guy

Pairing(s): Wolfstar, Jily, Rosekiller, Dorlene, and more.

Fandom: Marauders(Harry Potter)

Lyric Prompt: "Dancing Queen" - ABBA (for June Jukebox Scribbles, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles

Rating: G (General Audiences)

CW: Profane Language, alcohol

GNravenclaw! reader

Flashing lights.

Loud cheers.

Drunken giggles.

Muggle scraps in the corridors.

Yes, all these are an age-old ritual of Cross-House parties.

Tonight, Gryffindor is hosting.

Which means, you should prepare yourself for smuggled firewhisky, some muggle drugs, and possible joke hors d'ourves(courtesy of James Potter).

You put on an outfit— dark, smooth fabric, leaves just enough to the imagination— and you spritzed your favorite fragrance before walking out of your dorm.

Immediately, you're greeted by the sight of Remus Lupin actively trying to inhale Sirius Black's face.

Definitely avoid walking near their dorm for the rest of the night, you note to yourself mentally.

You walk down the stairs, and you can already hear the bass thumping, disrupting your heartbeat as the sound blasts through the air.

Black Sabbath. Finally, they're playing something other than David Bowie or Queen.

You listen to the roar of Ozzie Osborne as you glide through the throngs of people and quickly pour yourself a glass of punch before anyone can spike it.

You take a sip, lean against the wall, and scan the crowd for any familiar faces.

James has Lily in his lap, he's braiding her hair while she talks about something only loud enough for them to hear; Remus and Sirius have gone off to Merlin(along with the rest of the castle) knows where; Barty Crouch Jr. is actively ignoring Evan Rosier, who is all but throwing himself at the other boy— they must've had a fight— but the main person you're focused on, is Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes.

They're holding hands.

Dorcas Meadowes, who threatened to hex Marlene's hand into chocolate last week, and Marlene McKinnon, who replied that she would sooner eat that hand than have to smell Dorcas' perfume... are now holding hands.

Fucking miracles, everybody.

Then, the unexpected happens.

Somebody put ABBA on the vinyl player, the lyrics ringing out clearly as Regulus Black, the iciest boy in Slytherin, walks up to you.

"Excuse me," The boy murmurs, sliding up against the wall next to you, close enough for your shoulders to brush. "Are you with anyone at the moment?"

"Anybody could be that guy"

You blink at him for a moment.

With anyone? When you were just standing there alone?

You manage a small smile and shake your head. "No, not currently." You let the silence hang for a moment before turning the question on him.

"Night is young and the music's high"

A barely perceptible smile forms on his lips. "I'm with you."

What in Merlin's name is this git playing at?

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[loveridden1999]

[charitydingle]

Arsenic and Old Lace 1944, dir. Frank Capra

[sofisidera]

June Jukebox Scribbles

Pairing: Wolfstar(Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

Prompt: "The smell of wine and cheap perfume," (for the June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles

Tags: Non-magic AU, singer!sirius, barkeep!remus, pub setting, nervous Remus, smooth Sirius, what's new there, pre-relationship. tags to be added? idk :)

CW: Cursing, implied sexual content, flirting(impolitely)

wc: 1k

a/n: hii super excited! this is my first drabble in a long time, so i hope this came out alright ♡

~ Third Person POV Limited— Remus ~

A jazz club in London is packed to the gills tonight.

On stage, Marlene finishes introducing some bloke named Sirius Black, and Remus tends to another customer.

Remus sighs as he wipes the counter, fills another glass of whiskey, and tries desperately not to stare at tonight's entertainment.

A beautiful man with long, ink-black wavy hair is playing an absolute symphony on thoroughly loved Les Paul, and Remus has never, ever, in his entire life been more jealous of a guitar.

And he can count on both hands the number of times he's been jealous of a guitar.

Remus dares a glance.

Fuck.

Remus regrets that glance.

Right then, on the platform, with the spotlights turned high and illuminating the man with a blinding grin, Remus dies.

Well, not literally, but he's as good as gone for the bloke.

"It goes on, and on, and on, ohh—"

Remus damn near shivers from his voice, smooth like velvet and tickling his brain the same way. "Oh god," He mutters, turning around quickly to clean his space, praying to every deity watching that one Sirius Black will stop for a drink before he leaves.

Wait.

No, no, no, no, fuck, idiot. Remus takes that back.

Hear that, Jesus? Aphrodite? Thor?

Remus prays the singer won't stop by for a drink.

Really, he does, with a quick hail Mary. His nerves will entirely get the better of him and oh— oh.

When did the song end?

When did he start walking this way? Walking this way? Fuck!

Act natural— shit, what if Remus' hair is messy?— it's totally fine, just act cool. Get the man a drink.

What's he want? Whiskey? Bourbon? Fuck, he looks expensive—

"Cheers, mate. Can I get a glass of pinot?"

Wine??

Fuck, forget the drink, his voice.

"Bit fancy for a night out, isn't it?" Remus manages to remark as he fills the glass, glancing up and finding it to be an utter miracle that he doesn't blush when he meets the silver gaze of the other man.

God, he smells like cheap perfume. Remus fucking loves it.

"Never too fancy for a good vintage," Sirius smirks and leans against the bar on his forearms, hands clasped together and his silver jewlery twinkling under the low lights of the club.

Fuck, did he coordinate his jewelry with his eyes? Bloody unbelievable, the high-maintenance radiating off this git.

Sirius nods in thanks, sniffing the wine. "Is this '98? She's gorgeous."

Remus merely raises an eyebrow. "It's wine, from a barrel with a hose, that my batshit boss dragged in last week." He replies flatly, internally patting himself on the back for not stuttering. "I'll be surprised if it doesn't make you keel over."

Sirius raises an eyebrow back, taking a sip. "Tell your 'batshit boss' that I bloody love her, will you?"

Remus blinks at him. "...You like the wine?"

Sirius grins. "I'm absolutely high on it. Can I have another round, love?"

Love. It takes all of Remus's self control not to shiver.

Oh god.

Remus nods, instead of embarrassing himself, and turns around to clean a fresh glass for Sirius.

Meanwhile,

~ Sirius' POV ~

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Is this bloke celibate?

I've turned up all my bloody charms! He hasn't even given me his name!

Christ, you'd think I'm a schoolboy with how bleeding obvious I'm being.

I clear my throat subtly, taking another sip and forcing myself to lean closer. "So..."

Oh for fuck's sake, what do I even say?

"Did you like the set?"

Smokin' hot barkeep looks at me with a thousand yard stare. "The set?" He echoes blankly.

Yep. Nice going, totally got his attention. Hook, line, and sinker.

My smile tightens slightly. "Yeah? The set, mate. You know, the songs I just sang?"

Barkeep nods slowly, his lips parting into a perfect 'o' shape.

"Right. Yeah, I liked the cover of Journey."

My eyes light up. Holy hell, the git did listen to my set!

"Yeah? What'd you think of it?"

~Remus' POV ~

Remus suppresses a laugh, simply tilting his head instead. "I just told you, Sirius. I said it was okay."

The singer flushes slightly, realizing he just repeated himself. "Ah, right. So... you liked it?"

Remus rolls his eyes. "You're reaching, Black."

Sirius pouts. "Black? We're on a last-name basis now?"

Remus sighs, barely audibly, and gives Sirius a look of pure exasperation.

No matter how fine this man is, I will NOT be tolerating an idiot.

"What were we before?"

Fuck, awful word choice, Rem, Remus can practically hear Lily's voice scolding himself instead of his own.

A devilish smirk spreads across Sirius' face. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, handsome. So, got a name?"

Remus ultimately loses his composure. "R-Remus."

Sirius arches an elegant eyebrow. "R-Remus?" He repeats with a deliberate stutter. "You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Romulus, would you?"

The bartender groans, tossing a cleaning rag down, quite literally throwing in the towel. "Come off it, you git. Let me give you my number." His face is dusted in a light shade of pink.

Sirius' grin softens(but doesn't entirely fade), and he grabs a napkin and a sharpie, scribbling his name and number. "Demanding, are we?" He teases, now wanting to see how flustered he can make this 'Remus'.

It entirely backfires on him. "Oh, I'm very demanding," He murmurs, his voice dripping with innuendo as he leans forward against the bar, mirroring Sirius's posture. "Maybe you need a demonstration, love."

Sirius' jaw goes slack, but Remus isn't done. "Keep your mouth just like that and maybe you can sing for me later." He smirks, reveling in the deep red coloring Sirius' pale face. He reaches out and gently presses his index finger under Sirius' chin, closing the other man's mouth with utmost tenderness. "You'll catch flies, Sirius."

The man shakes his head slowly. "Fuck you, bloody tease."

Remus' grin widens. "That could be arranged, sweetheart."

Sirius' mouth goes dry. "Time and place?" He stammers, his heart in his throat.

Remus does not go home alone that night.

For @societynsoelsscribbles

[importantcatpics]

[jjellyouss]

“i’m cutting my hair and i’m terrified”

—sirius black probably

[sofisidera]

and remus is just watching, filming, and waiting with a spell(or a wig in a no magic au) to fix it when for when sirius inevitably hates what he did

[i-ate-the-sun13]

but what if i'm lying about everything ever

[sofisidera]

oh is that not your first instinct?

blurting out absolute bullshit before you can talk yourself out of it then doubling down the second someone gives you a chance to take it back?

[monster1994]

happy june everybody i hope you get fucked and/or sucked this month

[kazokuhouou]

what if we don't wanna be?

[monster1994]

then i hope for peace

[goth-queen]

[coffeestainedstars]

sirius

[sofisidera]

remus never thought to check the tube

[poetrylesbian]

does anyone know if we have joy and whimsy tomorrow

[cabybapa]

always

[enchantingruinscandy]

Putting powdered sugar on the post below

[thirdpunch]

[coughloop]

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

[fearthefuzzybear]

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[hxgrl]

I went to stupid bitch island and everybody knew you

[angstandfags]

well why were YOU there huh

[hxgrl]

[wildnickk]