Only bad thing about a star is that they burn out

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[syyarwiththestar]

ꜱʏʏᴀʀ— ꜱʏ 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈!!

• Helpol! Lord Apollo devotee 🌤

• Pronouns: He/Him

• Neurospicy (AuDHD)

• Omnisexual, male preference

• Age: 19

• Remus/Regulus kinnie

• Fandoms: SoC, PJO, HoO, TSoA, Marauders, Harry Potter, Heated Rivalry, Stranger things, Heaven official's blessing, Any Gmmtv show, Heartstopper, Epic the musical, Hamilton, Bridgerton, (more to be added)

• Ships: Johnlock, Lams, Hualian, Hollonov, Patrocilles, OdyDio, OdyPenDio, Solangelo, Percabeth, Frazel, Valgrace, Piperbeth, Wolfstar, Jegulus, Rosekiller, Rosestarkiller, Pandalily, Drarry, Ronmione, Marily, Dorlene, Marylene. I can't with ship names anymore, so... Sirius/James/Remus, (more to be added)

• Music: Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, Chappell Roan, Stray kids, ENHYPEN, CORTIS, KATSEYE, Conan Grey, Billie Eilish, Bruno Mars, JENNIE, LISA, Doechii, Lydia the bard, lilith max, Taylor swift, NOAHFINNCE, LYKN, QUEEN (more to be added)

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes, racists, MAGA supporters, trump supporters, ICE supporters, 'conservative' (with heavy air quotes) people, Anti-feminist/misogynistic people, or anyone who defends or sympathizes with these types of people

I do not support or endorse JK Rowling or her fked up views. I am trans myself. Anyone who still defends or supports JK Rowling is not welcome here. That includes buying her books or watching the new show. She is causing extreme danger to trans lives in the UK.

Also, FUCK AI!!!

( graphic credits: @ivy-vinezz )

Below the cut:

ao3

Headcannons

Fic recs (mostly marauders)

Book recs

Hashbrown_22 (ao3)

Headcannons:

Ftm Regulus

Autistic James

ADHD Sirius

SA survivor/metaphor Remus

Twin Rosier siblings

Casanova-of-Griffyndoor-tower Remus

I also refuse to believe in Sirius being taller than Remus

Fic Recs:

Art heist, baby! — otrtbs

Tender curiosities, baby! — otrtbs

All the young dudes — MsKingbean89

Choices — MesserMoon

Of His Bones — MesserMoon

Tales of the marauders — Multiambitiongeek

Never have I ever had a crush on Remus Lupin — ilbaritz

Seducing Regulus Black — izziecalloway

May I kiss your scars? — littlemean_girl

Birds of prey and sensitive wings — jeantarrou

Book recs:

(With no explanation or info about the book whatsoever)

The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo — Taylor Jenkins Reid

PJO — Rick Riordan

HoO — Rick Riordon

Really just read the whole Riordanverse, it's seriously amazing

The kite runner — Khaled Hosseini

A thousand splendid suns — Khalid Hosseini

The selection series — Kiera Cass

The hobbit — J.R.R Tolkien

AGGGTM — Holly Jackson

The covenant of genesis — Andy McDermott

Am I normal yet? — Holly Bourne

The song of Achilles — Madeline Miller

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Regulus: Just because I'm trans, it doesn't mean you can ask me random invasive questions like "how have you been" and "are you okay"

[syyarwiththestar]

Regulus speaks for me!

[lilyyyevans]

I may be delusional but Gil and Harry from descendants are a rosekiller variant in my mind

[imhestiainspirit]

Forget cowboy Remus, I want farmer Remus. I want remus who gets up at 6am every morning to feed the chickens, open the chicken coop, get the eggs, feed the horses, change the horses waters around the field, does poop scooping every few days, waters the vegetables, plants seeds, does lunging with the horses, has to flip sheep the right way up, has herding dogs, pick vegetables, puts up new fences here and there, has a home converted from a barn where the horses still live, just on the non converted side of it, change the hay in the stables, have dinner, then do everything again back in reverse like feeding the chickens again and shuttin the coops and putting the horses back in for the night, and so on. Oh, and can also drive a tractor and quadbike.

[syyarwiththestar]

This Sirius with..

This Remus.

Just imagine meeting when Remus's tractor breaks down or smth

[four-toast]

Barty is Evan's favorite ashtray

[syyarwiththestar]

Its fine, Barty likes it. They just match each other's freak like that.

[syyarwiththestar]

"Protect the dolls" Ofc, 100%, no doubt. But I, as a trans individual, would like to point out that when ppl say that, they mostly think of and mean transfemmes; despite every trans person being at a risk with the state of the world right now.

So, if my lovely transfemmes are the barbies (or bratz, or Polly pocket, whatever u fw) I, with my fellow transmascs, am the Ken(s).

From this day on, I am Ken, because I am Kenough. (Or better yet.......optimus prime) (cuz he's a transformer, get it?)

PROTECT THE DOLLS!

more importantly, RESPECT THE DOLLS!

[starcroww]

I do think Sirius is gay, but in my opinion the label queer suits him so much more. Gay is his orientation, but queer encompasses all of his identity. Queer is his rebellion, his non-cormformity, his gender fluidity, his pride, his role as black sheep of his family, his refusal adhere to social convention and expectations just because he's been told he should. He's gay, but more then that, he's incredibly queer.

[syyarwiththestar]

"What cabin are you?"

Me in every universe:

[my-castles-crumbling]

step (again!) - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 254

“I need someplace to stay tonight,” James said in sullen greeting as Sirius opened the door to the flat he shared with Remus.

“Wh–why?” Sirius asked, thoroughly confused. James and Regulus shared their own place and never had bad arguments, though they constantly bickered. James must’ve done something truly awful for Regulus to have kicked him out.

The taller man walked into the flat and turned, throwing his arms in the air. “It was just a bloody joke!” he exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Well, that was your first mistake,” Sirius grinned, leading James to the sitting room. “Reg’s got a shit sense of humor.”

“Ha ha,” James rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch. “Nah, mate, I’m being serious. I don’t think it was that bad!”

“But what’d you do, James?” he asked, both curious and a little concerned. 

“I…” James winced, chuckling a little, “I bought him a stepstool.”

Sirius gaped for a second, then burst out laughing. 

“I told him it’d help him get into the higher cabinets, you know? I thought it’d be funny! A cute little step for him to use, to get…up…high?” James explained through Sirius’s fit of mirth, trailing off as he took in Sirius’s expression. Then he winced again.  “I fucked up, huh?”

“I mean…is it hilarious? Fuck yes,” Sirius said, still shaking his head and laughing. “But if you think you’re getting back into your flat without begging for forgiveness, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.”

James sighed. “I’ll make myself comfortable on the couch.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

stab - jegulus - trans!regulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 474

James would’ve been okay, Regulus knew, if he’d cancelled the date. He would’ve understood. But that would have involved either lying about a reason or explaining why, exactly, he wanted to stay in bed all day. And though lying was a skill Regulus was very practiced in, he’d resigned himself to the fact that it was not good for their budding relationship. So, faced with the only option of telling the truth, he decided to stuff down his feelings and suffer through the day. 

“I feel like I’m being stabbed up my arse,” he murmured as he got ready that morning, clutching at his lower stomach and hating his internal organs.

“Biology’s a bitch,” Barty said with all of the calm, unsympathetic wisdom of a man who had never experienced having a period before. 

Regulus gave him a glare that he hoped accurately conveyed the way he wanted to murder him for existing.

It seemed to work, as the taller boy winced and left the room quietly without another word.

So, continuing to send his uterus very strong death wishes, Regulus finished with his morning routine and left the Slytherin dungeons, hiding his cramps, discomfort, and dysphoria behind a carefully-crafted mask of indifference.

He barely got two steps down the corridor before he bumped into James, who was walking toward him with a large bundle of objects in his arms.

“Potter?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and trying to tamp down the wave of annoyance that washed over him. “I thought we were meeting upstairs.”

“Yeah, until I realized what day it is,” James said completely casually. “I figured you’d want to stay in.”

“You–what?”

“It’s…” the older boy looked around, making sure nobody was around to overhear. “You’re on your cycle, right?” he asked in a low voice, clearly not squeamish at all about the situation but wanting to respect Regulus’s privacy.

Regulus blinked, astounded. How did James know?

“I..yes, but–” he answered, confused.

“So do you want to rest? I brought–” James shuffled the things in his arms, making sense of them “-a heating blanket, some sweets, some of your favorite books…what else? Oh! That Muggle board game you like…” He showed Regulus each of these things one-by-one, oblivious to the other boy’s dumbstruck awe. Once he looked up again, he seemed to notice the tears forming in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Fuck, are you okay? In pain? I brought a potion, too–”

“James, I’m fine,” Regulus mumbled. “I…this is lovely. Thank you.”

“No problem,” the taller boy said easily, shrugging like it had been simple. “But you should know,” he warned, looking Regulus in the eye, “I’m not letting you win because you’re not feeling well.”

A startled laugh bubbled out of Regulus’s lips, leaving him beaming. “Bring it on,” he grinned, grabbing James’s hand and guiding him towards his dorm.

[syyarwiththestar]

Pierce - rosekiller - @taylorswiftmicrofic - cw: swearing (what do you expect, it's rosekiller) - all of my marauders' microfics, ao3 - word count: 168

Pierce

Barty woke up with a throbbing pain in his lip....and his stomach...and his head—well, just everywhere. But especially his lip. It made sense, since last night he consumed one too many shots—and only shots. As to why his lip hurt...that was answered as soon as he saw a mirror.

"Fuck. Ev!"

"What?" The blond grumbled, buried under too many blankets to bother moving

"Have I always had a lip piercing?"

"No? .....maybe..? Is this a trick question?"

"No. Just answer. Did I have a lip piercing yesterday?"

"I dunno. Prolly not."

"Well....it does look fresh." Barty reached up to touch it and winced. It was definitely fresh "Ah-fuck— hurts like a bitch."

Evan finally looked up, and whistled as he caught his boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. "Damn, baby."

"Well..I guess it is cool. I wanted to get one anyways."

"Might be infected. I doubt whatever whoever did this with was sterlized."

"Should we get it checked?"

".....nah. I'll live."

( no ai graphic credits: @ivy-vinezz )

[myrxellabaratheon]

gods/demigods AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 820 words

A/N: this one is weird don’t @ at me

“Still playing with mortals?” Regulus leaned against the counter of his kitchen island, looking extremely anachronistic in his favored Victorian clothes while being in Sirius’s hyper modern villa. It wasn’t uncommon for his brother to stride inside of whatever property Sirius got his hands on just to mess with him.

He followed Regulus’s eyes on the other occupant of the room, currently asleep on the huge leather sofa. His nakedness told a story they both were extremely familiar with.

“He’s not…” He started, but Reg stopped him.

“What? A toy?” He couldn’t have sounded more sarcastic even if he tried. That seemed to be Sirius’s penance: when the definition of God of Sex became a prison because it seemed like to prevent him from finding anything different.

“A mortal,” He corrected.

Regulus shook his head, an elegant eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“He’s Lyall's child.”

“A Demigod, then,” Regulus sounded impressed. Sirius never cared for people with their own godly blood, he despised it in himself and didn’t look for it in others. “Does Albus know? Does Father?”

The questions were more loaded: Gods were technically forbidden to fall in love, or in the same bed, with mortals, but it happened more times than not, but Demigods, the results of those unions, were even more frowned upon because of some prophecy. And the offending Demigods usually got sent on impossible quests to prove of being worthy of said love. Those tasks were created so that they couldn’t succeed.

“What do you think, Reg?” Sirius snapped his fingers and three glasses filled with a golden liquid appeared in front of them. The brothers took one each, leaving the other on the counter. “He’s already on a quest.”

That wasn’t common, not in the modern times. “Poor thing got cursed shortly after he was born. Fenrir…”

Regulus’s pretty face scrunched. “Is he trying to get free from the Moon Curse?”

“He’s trying to lift it, from everyone. It’s a quest to take Fenrir’s power, for Lyall nonetheless.”

Regulus shook his head. “Is he crazy?”

“Quite the opposite,” Sirius answered, knowing his voice softened. “He’s the smartest Demigod I’ve ever met. Smartest mortal too, honestly I think he could outsmart Minerva herself.”

Regulus’s demeanor changed, from mocking to concerned. “Sirius… What’s the bounty?”

Because to openly get up against a God required a bounty to bring back, something usually deemed impossible. And Regulus knew his brother. Sirius shrugged: “A God’s heart. Not physically.”

Now Regulus paled. “Sirius?”

“I’ll do it,” There was determination in his voice which said to the younger brother it wasn’t the first time he had that conversation.

“He won’t,” A different voice answered, as the naked figure on the sofa moved to reach them after wrapping what looked like a random piece of silk around his waist. He wrapped protectively and hand on Sirius’s hipbone and leaned closer; Sirius, turned potty into the gesture, started to kiss up and down his neck. “We’ll figure something out.”

“My heart is already yours,” Sirius complained against his warm skin. “I don’t need it for my duties.”

“Fuck your duties,” Regulus and the Demigod said at the same time. The younger brother liked the man immediately. Sirius whined.

“I haven’t even introduced the two of you and you are already teaming up against me,” His was only mocked annoyance. “Regulus, Remus. Remus, the annoying brother I told you about.”

“I start to think that he’s annoying only because he cares about your wellbeing.”

That generated a curt laugh from Sirius and an eye roll from Regulus. “It’s more complicated than that, but as things are in this century, yes, I care. Especially about his heart.”

Remus ignored - as much as he could - the other God practically sprawled against his side to turn to look at Regulus. “So do I, and since he told me it's mine, I can do what I want with it, and I’m planning on treasuring it. Fenrir will have to consider it a bounty brought at his doorstep and break the Curse. My quest was to get the heart of a God.”

He winked at Regulus and the other’s face brightened up, albeit shortly. “Only to get it?”

Remus nodded and Sirius was taken aback while his brain got wired on the conversation instead of on how nice and warm Remus’s body was.

“So, you did it? You broke the Moon Curse?” He had to ask.

“I don’t know yet, love, but I guess that might be the loophole Fenrir missed.”

“It’s enough for me,” Regulus commented. Sometimes, being the God of Law was good, other times it was a game changer. “Just know Fenrir won’t be happy about it. And Sirius: keep him or I might actually steal this mortal from you.”

“Still not a mortal,” Remus answered, chuckling, as he finally placed his lips on Sirius’s who only responded in kind after giving the finger to his brother.

[lily0evans0gf]

remus is so “happy wife, happy life”

[my-castles-crumbling]

cute - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 369

“Mister Black, can I have a word?”

Sirius and James both turned at the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor’s request, making it clear that Sirius would not be having this conversation alone. Professor Halbert, who was young and already seemed exhausted by her job, just sighed and rolled her eyes. 

“Fine. You can stay, too, Potter. Mister Black, I want to talk to you about your werewolf essay,” she said.

Sirius’s stomach sank. Had he written too much? Given something away about his Animagus abilities? He knew the professor knew about Remus, but she was blissfully unaware about a lot of other things. Swallowing nervously, he tilted his head. “What about it?”

“I’m…a little concerned. I understand the decisions you made in the paper to be rather…lenient, about your descriptions,” she said, eyes flickering towards the door Remus had disappeared out of and back to Sirius. “I agree with your stance on treating werewolves as people, of course–”

Sirius’s hands clenched into fists.

“-and protection is important. But I am nervous about your decision to use the word ‘cute’ when detailing how a werewolf looks. Do you think, maybe, your…personal bias could be making you a bit blind to the fact that werewolves are admittedly dangerous when transformed? It is important you are aware of this so you know not to approach one when in this state.” She looked hesitant, but Sirius was distracted by the laughing fit going on next to him.

“Cute?” James asked, choking on his laughter. “Really, mate?”

“Shut up,” he hissed, stepping on his best friend’s foot. Then he looked to the professor, smiling uneasily. “Sorry, Professor. I must’ve been tired when I wrote that. I understand what you mean. Erm, thanks!”

But as soon as he dragged a still-chuckling James to the hall, he watched him fall into another fit of humor. 

“Cute,” the taller boy wheezed. “Mate, you are so obsessed. You and Moony are going to have little, fluffy babies together, and–”

“I will kill you. If you tell him, I’ll kill you,” he threatened, voice low.

James just beamed. “How? You can’t set Moony on me. He’s too cute for that!”

And Sirius could only cover his face, mortified. 

[wolfstarmicrofic]

[moonntooth]

remus jokingly says he needs a sugar daddy and all of a sudden james, sirius, and regulus slide into his dms

[syyarwiththestar]

Royal AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - all of my marauders microfics, ao3 - word count: 298

Beautiful (K)night

Crown prince Sirius Black sat out on a chair in his balcony, reading some novel or another in candlelight under the stars—as he so often did—his long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders and back, his crown discarded somewhere in the room.

His knight—his moony—stood at attention by the door, always so proper, so poised. So.........beautiful. His mop of brown curls messy, the one thing he failed to force into propriety. He hated it, his prince loved it.

"Lupin." Sirius called out once he'd decided it had been far too long since he'd teased his dear knight.

"Yes, your highness?"

"C'mere."

Sirius watched as Remus walked over quickly, stopping some five paces behind his chair. "Sit, Remus. Keep me company." He ordered, gesturing to the chair across from him. Remus nodded, sitting down, looking out at the vast gardens below.

After a few minutes of silence Sirius understood he would have to initiate conversation himself. Looking up from his book, he took in a sharp breath. The beautiful boy—his beautiful boy—sat at the edge of the seat, looking at a complete loss of what to do with himself. His honey skin glowed in the illumination of the moonlight on one side, and candlelight on the other, making him look saintly.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Sirius shifted his seat closer as he spoke "s'pose so." Remus leaned back instinctively. Two could play that game. "You suppose?" Sirius leaned forward "I- I meant it is— a beautiful night.."

"Almost as beautiful as my knight." Sirius remarked casually, leaning back in his in chair. Watching with utter delight out the corner of his eye as Remus flushed realizing the implication of his prince's words.

Ah, how Sirius did love his beautiful knight...

[honeyed-dogstar]

barty always puts his cigarettes out on himself. evan scolds him for it, but he presses his fingers into the raw, circular burns when they fuck, just to hear barty whine like a kicked dog.

[syyarwiththestar]

Wolfstar and Jegulus are fluffy and angsty, of course smutty as well. Rosekiller though, is all smut. Smutty, freaky, toxic, and concerning. That's Rosekiller. And we love them