Solace || 21|| he/him

just a little freak who cannot behave normally when shown media

[mydearestmoonyy]

rosekiller au where barty picks up lonely hitchhikers to murder them and evan pretends to be a hitchhiker to murder some poor goodhearted drivers. TWO KILLERS IN A CAR BOOM

[fireflyofmars]

barty crouch jr. and evan rosier have a relationship that literally no one but them can understand. barty is aromantic. evan is asexual. they don't label it because they actively want you to be confused. they are codependent. they are insane. they go on playdates to kill barty's dad and have the most fucked up sex after. you don't get one without the other. they make each other worse. they are constantly in physical contact. there's biting involved. everyone is scared. i'm scared

[viscountessnila]

yall i was thinking about dorcas and the inherent angst of her being a part of the slytherin skittles cause YALL

they were her best friends and now they're destroying lives. she would've died for them once but now they're trying to kill her.

news spreads about regulus black's death and while the order rejoices in the loss of the death eater, dorcas is thinking about the literature nerd who stocked up on her favourite candy and laughed a bit too quietly at jokes cause he was never allowed to be loud, the boy who set aside books about feminism and revolution cause he knew she loved them, the usually quiet person who shocked everyone by hexing all the misogynistic quidditch players who made fun of her when she got captain and defended her even when he was fighting for himself.

mad eye moody loses an eye, but reveals that evan rosier is dead and dorcas loses a part of her heart because that's silent but snarky and sarcastic person who had the entire friend group losing their compsure and laughing like maniacs in seconds, the first person she came out to, the first person to hug her after she did it, the first person who said he might be a bit like her in that regard, the first person who made her feel safe and the person she could always talk to and trust.

the order whispers in hushed tones about barty crouch jr, the heartless criminal who tortured the longbottoms for hours on end and dorcas can't breathe cause that was once the boy who made the craziest jokes whenever he had the slightest inkling dorcas might be feeling sad and dyed his hair so slytherin kids who didn't wanted to be something other than perfect and uptight could feel comfortable coming to him for help even if he put on a show of being cruel and crazy, because he knew how it felt to be forced into perfection.

she visits pandora and she thinks that she at least has one person with her. but pandora's lost herself to this grief, smiles too tight and a maniac glint in her eye which makes it obvious she's experimenting something to get them all out of this, to somehow go back to who they were. but dorcas can only mourn the girl she lived with for 7 years, the girl who saw the joy and happiness in everything around her and made dorcas see it too, the girl who rolled her eyes with dorcas when the boys did something stupid and the girl who's laughter sounded like freedom and sunlight.

after marlene's death, dorcas doesn't really care for anyone or anything that was once part of her life. she kills and kills and kills till she can find death himself. but every time a death eater she's hurting has regulus' black hair or evan's electric blue eyes or barty's maniac grin, part of her wants to stop and beg them to become the people they once were.

but she keeps killing. because she's lost herself in this war too.

[valenlovescheeze]

what were we on when we looked at him and decided we needed a fancast

like that’s MY remus lupin

[mydearestmoonyy]

language barrier wolfstar where remus only speaks english/welsh and sirius only speaks french.

they meet by complete accident on the streets of london while sirius is there on a school trip. sirius spots remus smoking outside a corner shop and, without knowing a single word of english, decides he’s going to bum a cigarette off him anyway. it takes an embarrassing amount of pointing, miming, fake smoking motions and increasingly dramatic hand gestures before remus finally figures out what this very animated french boy wants. he starts off trying not to laugh, but sirius looks so painfully determined to get his point across that remus caves and hands him a cigarette.

they end up standing there together for the next twenty minutes.

sirius talks the entire time in rapid-fire french, complaining about his teacher who only gave them thirty minutes of free time around carnaby street, about how impossible it is to keep up with his class, about london, about anything that comes to mind. he knows remus doesn’t understand a single sentence, but remus keeps nodding anyway, smiling whenever sirius gets especially dramatic with his hands, replying with the occasional “yeah?” like he’s somehow following along

neither of them understands the other, but somehow they’re still having a conversation.

eventually sirius’s classmates start calling for him from down the street. remus pats his pockets, finds a pen, gently takes sirius’s hand and writes his address across the back of it. then he taps the ink with his finger, mimes writing on paper, and points in the vague direction of france.

“send me a letter.”

sirius doesn’t understand the words but he understands everything else.

he spends the entire train ride back to france staring at the ink on his hand, terrified it’ll wash off before he gets home.

[sincerelyemery]

24. dw its not just you barty 🩷

[marsd1ed]

another shigaraki cause i am highkey in love with him

[newworldfoool]

[autistobrat]

I sometimes think I am too full of whimsy (suicidal thoughts)

[outromoonyy]

"Are you family?"

"Yes," Remus gasped, slapping his hands on the hospital reception desk. "I'm his husband. Remus Lupin."

Behind him, James and Peter slammed to a halt.

"His what?" James choked out.

Remus didn't even look back, already taking the visitor pass from the nurse. "Thank you. Room four?"

"Down the hall to the left," she smiled.

Remus started walking fast. James jogged to catch up, grabbing his elbow. "Remus… husband? What the fuck? Did I miss something?"

"They only let spouses in before noon," Remus said, not breaking his stride. "We updated each other's emergency files last year."

"You… you committed medical fraud?"

"It's not fraud, it's…. Look, it just makes things easier."

"Right. Of course," Peter muttered to James. "Of fucking course.”

They found Sirius sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, his arm strapped into a sling. He lit up the second he saw them.

"Moony!" Sirius whined, reaching his good hand out. "They took my jacket. You have to track it down before they ruin it."

Remus immediately stepped right between Sirius's knees, automatically reaching out to adjust the strap of the sling so it stopped rubbing against Sirius's neck. "I'll find it. Are you in pain?"

"Just my pride," Sirius mumbled. He leaned his chin against Remus’s stomach and closed his eyes with a content sigh.

James stared at them. He looked at Remus, whose hands were currently busy gently checking the back of Sirius's head for bumps, and then at Sirius, who was nuzzling into Remus's jumper like a touch-starved kitten.

"So," James said loudly, clearing his throat. "Sirius. Remus just informed me that you two are legally wed."

"It’s easy, Prongs," Sirius answered without opening his eyes. "Spouses get a lot of privileges. It's a purely administrative marriage."

"Administrative," James repeated flatly.

"It’s a simple matter of logistics," Remus corrected simply, right as he leaned down and pressed a kiss into Sirius's hair.

Peter buried his face in his hands, looking disgusted by the sight. "They're going to adopt a child next week and claim it was just easier than getting a dog."

"I can't take it anymore," James announced to the ceiling. "I'm tying them to chairs until they crack or something. I am losing my mind."

[basietta]

boyfriends forever

[queenautavia]

Sirius: “First you have to say that you do not love me. You have to tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.”

Remus: “ I am a monster! I am a danger. In my mind there are different worlds creeping in I- The Light and the Dark collide, I do not- I do not know where I am.”

Sirius: “Do you love me?”

Remus: “You do not wish a life with me for yourself. No one wishes tha-“

Sirius: “Remus! I will stand with you between the Light and the Dark, I will tell you where you are. DO YOU LOVE ME?”

Remus: “I LOVE YOU! From to mo- From the moment I saw you strut into the train car all pretentious and posh frst year. I have loved you desperately, I cannot breathe when you are not near, I love you Sirius. My heart calls your name.”



[assiraphales]

kinda funny that steve rogers, a chronically ill son of first gen immigrants, was raised by a single mom in brooklyn into an anti fascist progressive man who stood up everyday against oppressors. and that cap 2 was about an AI surveillance state & how easily the government could be corrupted/compromised. and that cap 3 was about accords that would strip enhanced individuals of their autonomy and turn them into pawns/breathing weapons & a tortured POW who was villainized. and how in infinity war steve rogers had become a world wide fugitive doing what he thought was right even if it wasn’t legal.

and then endgame said well on that note, we’re sending him back in time to 1950s (the decade epitomes w trad values and when there was still segregation) and he wouldn’t do anything about social issues or hydra or his best friend being brainwashed bc he deserved to rest <3

[winn-schott-throughtheheart]

superman 2025: have hope despite it all

supergirl 2026: be good despite it all

[symbol-of-victory]

it hurts to be something

it's worse to be nothing

[solacetime]

Im devastated

[evil-twink-reg]

“he’s coming into the common room GET INTO POSITION” remus yelled, looking up from the marauders map. his boyfriends obliged, sirius jumping onto the bed next to james. remus scrambled over to the bed and tossed his legs over sirius and james’s lap. their bodies slotted together like puzzle pieces.

a minute later, peter walked into the dormitory and witnessed his friends snuggled into a surprisingly cozy looking three person pile.

“peteyyyyy come join us” james whined, trying his best to sound alluring.

“oh, they’re hanging out out without me again. they look so comfortable. prongs is just saying that to be nice.” peter thought. his friends had all gotta annoyingly close without him in the past months. lately it seemed as though they were trying to rub it in his face by inviting him into their dramatic displays of affection. “um i was just gonna grab a book and read in the common room. sorry for interrupting. i’ll be out of your hair in just a minute” peter stammered.

“no wormy, you aren’t interrupting anything. stay, please.” sirius pouted. but it was too late, peter had already made it to his nightstand to grab his book and was headed out the door.

“wormy?? really??” james playfully hit sirius on the arm, “is that your idea of flirting?”

“it always worked on moony,” sirus smirked back.

remus groaned then said, “i’m starting to think this is a hopeless case. maybe he just doesn’t like us.” before james shook his head and insisted he wasn’t giving up on getting peter and collapsing onto his boyfriends.

(sorry this is bad but i came up the idea while on call w @rara3swhimsy and i couldn’t not write it even tho i don’t write fic)

[outromoonyy]

"Moony and I decided that if we're both still single at thirty, we're going to marry each other."

James choked on his pumpkin juice. Lily, who had been lazily playing with the ends of James’s hair, froze. 

"You what?" James wheezed.

"It’s a pact," Sirius explained casually, reaching over to steal a piece of bacon off Remus’s plate. Remus didn't even look up from his book; he just automatically shifted his plate an inch closer to Sirius so it would be easier for him to reach. "If we hit thirty and neither of us has found a wife, we'll just tie the knot. For tax purposes. And because I can't cook."

Lily stared at them. She looked at Sirius, who was currently wearing one of Remus’s jumpers, and then at Remus, who was using Sirius’s knee as an armrest.

"Right," she snorted. "A pact."

"Yeah," Remus mumbled. "It’s practical. We already know we can tolerate each other."

"Tolerate," James repeated, incredulous. "Sirius, you literally threatened to hex a first-year yesterday because they bumped into Remus in the corridor."

"He was moving entirely too fast," Sirius defended, looking genuinely offended. "Moony has bad joints."

"And Remus," Lily continued. "You spent three hours last week mending a tear in Sirius's jacket by hand because he claimed the reparo charm makes the leather 'feel itchy.'"

"He has very sensitive skin, Lily," Remus defended. "You know he only sleeps on silk pillowcases."

James rubbed his face with both hands, looking like he was rapidly losing his grip on reality. 

"You two have lived in each other’s pockets for six years. You pushed your beds together since fourth year, you sign your Christmas cards together, Sirius only lets you cut his hair and refuses to study unless his feet are resting in your lap. Yesterday, I watched Sirius eat a piece of toast directly out of Remus's hand."

"My nails were drying," Sirius argued. "I couldn't risk smudging the polish." 

"You're already married!" James exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "You just haven't signed the paperwork! I feel like I'm third-wheeling a sixty-year marriage every time I sit in my own dormitory!" 

Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes at Remus. "We are not inviting him to the wedding.”

James put his head down on the table and refused to speak for the rest of breakfast.