#marz writes

[of-yourblazingsun]

James watches Regulus. James watches him because Sirius claims not to care, to have washed his hands of his brother, but James watches Sirius as well, so he knows. He knows that Sirius allows himself to look at his brother’s back when Regulus is sitting facing away from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He sees how Sirius pulls the map into his lap late at night when Regulus’ name lingers in the astronomy tower, how he tenses when Regulus gets a little too close to the edge.

James watches Regulus, so he knows. He knows that Regulus is the reason Sirius is never hexed during quidditch games, though Regulus’ teammates certainly like to try. He sees the haughty expression on Regulus’ face when they pass each other in the halls and Sirius doesn’t utter a word, how it melts into hurt and regret when his older brother doesn’t turn around to see it, but James does.

James doesn’t know what to do, exactly, not when both brothers aren’t yet ready to listen. So he bears witness, collects the longing and the love unacknowledged between them, and puts it somewhere safe inside him so that he can share it all when they’re ready. There’s so much of it that he’s nearly bursting. He hopes they’re ready one day soon.

[wrenchcore]

slowly going through some of my half-finished wips and i found this snippet of something that was originally going to be slice of life components playing scrabble:

“I’m going to build on Krupp’s got to make zygote,” says Volta – “you’re welcome,” Krupp says – as she places her tiles. “And it’s on a triple word score, so I get…fifty-six, fifty-seven? Fifty-seven points.” Purse frowns. “I only have vowels.”

and also:

“Fine,” says Purse unhappily, and places an o next to Joule’s g to make go. “Two points.” Volta chuckles, shakes her head. “Just vowels?” “Just vowels,” Purse agrees; he draws another letter tile and swears.

[cupcakehardy]

Bite Me → Ben Hardy

pairing: ben x f!reader

warnings: sexual tension. light smut.

prompt: rami’s little sister never had a problem with his castmates. up until ben hardy.

author’s note: i accidentally deleted the original :((

Unbelievable. Ben couldn’t help but stare as you rambled to Gwilym, big smile on his face as he listened to you. He didn’t understand how he could stand to hear your voice. For some reason, he found you so annoying. Maybe it was because you were cute and quiet, everything he despised when he was in high school; him being very sociable.

It wasn’t long until Gwilym was called by one of his managers, leaving you by yourself as he slipped away. You turned your head and noticed Ben staring, your eye twitched at the look he was giving you.

“Got a staring problem?” you quirked an eyebrow up. Another roll of his eyes caused you to straighten your back, getting ready to stand up.

“No, not really.” Ben simply shrugged, knowing just how to get on your last nerve. He was so nonchalant about it and continued staring, as if he wasn’t aware that it was causing you issues. And that was the thing, he did know. He knew it irked you to be stared at.

“Can I help you with something?” you inhaled sharply, standing up, hoping to intimidate him in any sort of way. But it was you who grew timid.

“Not that I can think of, sweetheart.” Ben’s grin grew as he watched you shuffle uncomfortably. The petname slipped from his tongue, but the double meaning was evident. He was so calm and it bugged you, your emotions were written all over your face and it made him content.

“Well, stop staring. It’s creepy.” you rolled your eyes.

“Aw, Y/N, I just missed you so much.” Ben lied, jumping to his feet as he slipped his drumsticks in his back pocket. He wrapped his arms around your head, rubbing his knuckles on top of your head. He ignored your whines and efforts of trying to pull away.

“Get off me!” you tried to get away from his arms, your arms stretched out.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting in his bicep and he let you go, shoving you away. “Ouch!” Ben watched as you wiped your saliva from your lips. “You little-“

“Don’t finish that phrase, not around me at least.” Rami entered the room, wearing his Freddie costume, hair pinned back. You grinned like a madman, skipping over to your brother. He warmed you up with his arms, enveloping you in the biggest hug. “Hey bug, I don’t have long. Gwilym just told me you were here. I promise we’ll go out for lunch in the evening.” Rami kissed your forehead, giving you one last hug.

“Good luck Ram.” you hummed at your brother. Ben couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Ugh, it was your voice again.

“Don’t kill each other, you two.” Rami warned as he walked backwards. He knew of your relationship with Ben, of course he did, he had to hear both sides vent about one another.

“I won’t as long as he backs off.” you scoffed. Rami was long gone at this point. Ben grew more annoyed by the minute.

“You’re the one being annoying! All I ever hear is your voice, being a brat about how shitty your day went.”

“What about you? All you do is complain!” you retorted with a huff, stepping closer to him.

“Ever heard of personal space?” Ben nudged you lightly with a growl. Oh. Oh, wow that was a new feeling.

“Oh, bite me!” you shouted back. Something within him changed. A flicker in his green eyes, shimmering in the light; you could see them turn a shade darker. Your chest rose quickly as you tried to level your breathing.

Before you knew it, Ben had shoved you against the wall, a surprised gasp leaving your lips. His teeth grazed the side of your neck as he held you in place, a yelp leaving your lips as Ben bit harshly. Oh, wow. You wanted to push him off, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But you couldn’t push him away, you were sure he was enjoying this just as much as you were. You could feel the pillow of his lips, grazing over your neck as he bit once more. This time a moan escaping your lips while you gripped his shirt in your fist.

God, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Almost as beautiful as your stupid speaking voice. Your free hand reached up to tangle in his hair, curling your fingers around his blonde locks, yanking as you swallowed back your cries. Tugging Ben’s hair caused a chain reaction, he moaned against your neck, tightening the bite as he gripped your hips.

“Ben,” your voice grew breathless. Did you ever shut your mouth? Ben unlatched his mouth from your neck, admiring the red blotch beginning to form along with the alignment of his teeth. Ben’s eyes locked onto your for a smidge of a second before he lunged forward, smushing his lips with yours. You knew your lips would have a bruise the next day. “Ben, what if someone-“ he nipped at your bottom lip, a soft pant leaving your mouth.

“Do you ever shut up?” Ben mumbled.

[of-yourblazingsun]

“Pads,” said a tiny voice coming from the bedside drawer. Sirius startled, but then slowly relaxed back into the pillows when he remembered the two-way mirror.

“Please, Pads, it’s been days. You didn’t sit with us on the train, which I understand, but then you disappeared so quickly from the platform. You never said goodbye, and I don’t even know where you are. You mentioned your uncle’s old house but I have no idea if we’re on opposite ends of the country right now. My parents are asking a hundred questions and I have no answers for them.”

Sirius turned out the lamp. He could feel his eyes stinging as he lay there in darkness.

“Are you and Regulus doing well? I hate to think of you having to cook for yourselves. Please don’t die from food poisoning,” said James.

Despite the circumstances, Sirius had to fight off a smile.

There was a long pause, and Sirius thought James had given up, before the other boy pleaded, “You don’t have to keep punishing yourself.”

Sirius felt the tears fall. It wasn’t true. He did have to keep it up because if he didn’t, he’d do something horrible again, for it was in his blood. He was fighting his very nature every day. And he’d do it gladly if it meant he didn’t hurt anyone else he cared for.

“I hope you get some sleep tonight,” James sighed after a while, seeming to accept that he wasn’t going to get a response. “Take care of yourself, Padfoot.”

Sirius wiped his eyes as he tried not to make any noise while crying. Not being able to use magic in the summers meant that he had to be careful that his brother couldn’t hear him down the hall.

Nobody should care if Sirius took care of himself or not. He didn’t understand why James still checked in. For a while after that horrible night at the Shrieking Shack, none of his friends could even look at him, including James. But some time after what must’ve been his twentieth apology, James took pity and started talking to him again. That’s what it was, though. Pity. Because even while James would talk to him in the dorm and the Great Hall, he’d still chosen to sit with Remus in classes. As he should have. Thankfully, they hadn’t had much of the year left and they’d all had O.W.L.s to focus on.

He didn’t sleep much that night.

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Snippet from a jegulus and wolfstar fic I’ll probably never finish, because I’ve been stuck for months and I have no one to talk about it with, which means I’ve unfortunately lost steam. In this au there’s no Voldemort but the prank still happens and Sirius and Regulus run away to Alphard’s house in Brighton. I may have fallen in love with that seaside town while on holiday there

[of-yourblazingsun]

After the Match. (436 words) Jegulus microfic. CW for swearing and sxual innuendo by teens.

Regulus touched down and hopped off his broom with barely concealed frustration. The game had been really close, just a twenty point difference, but the Gryffindor seeker had beaten him to the snitch by a hair. Nearby, his brother's team were loudly celebrating while his own were already making for the changing rooms.

"Don't," said Dorcas as she passed by. "I can hear your thoughts and it wasn't your fault. This is a team effort, and while we win together we also lose together."

"Right," said Regulus, more to appease his friend than anything.

She went ahead of him, probably to convey the same sentiment to the rest of her team as captain.

"Hey, that was a brilliant match."

Regulus turned to face James Potter, who was flushed and wind-swept and sweaty. His hair was always a bit more ridiculous after quidditch and Regulus found himself following the swooping curls with his eyes.

"Er," James said, following the silence that had been stretching between them, "I said-"

"I heard what you said, Potter."

"Right," said James, awkwardly pulling on his collar. "Well, you looked great up there." He started to turn back to the Gryffindor team, where Sirius was watching them while having a conversation with McKinnon.

"Which part?" asked Regulus.

James whipped back around. "Pardon?"

"Which part of me looked great?" clarified Regulus, taking slow steps toward the other boy.

"I saw you watching me," Regulus continued, getting right into James' personal space, looking up at him innocently. "Do you like how I ride my broom?"

James' cheeks bloomed to a deeper crimson. He couldn't seem to utter a word or look away. He swallowed audibly in the quiet between them.

"I, uh. Yes, um," James managed to croak out. He was standing stiffly, as if forbidding himself from stepping back. "You ride- uh, good."

"I ride well," Regulus corrected, relishing their closeness and the fact that he could feel the heat radiating from the other boy. James smelled good, like he had showered right before the match then gave it his all on the pitch. “I’ve been training a lot.”

“You, Regulus, fuck.” James sounded desperate, like he was more out of breath now than during the game.

“I could be persuaded,” hummed Regulus, thoroughly enjoying the way James’ eyes widened and his glasses began fogging up. Regulus leaned in to whisper in James’ ear. “If you meet me at midnight in the Astronomy Tower, we could ride under the stars.”

Regulus turned and strode towards the Slytherin changing room, leaving a spluttering James behind. It seemed he had won this match, after all.

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the trains get more and more robot with each stex fic i write

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no comeback on loop…cat sitting next to me…we are locking in on writing fic 💪 💪

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me vs making every electra & co fic i write pov wrench