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1500s PART 2 - WOMEN

The 1400s gave way to the incredibly iconic accessories of the 1500s, namely hoods (both Gabled and French) and ruffs. While the end of the Tudor era saw the popularity of headdresses decline in favour of uncovered hair decorated with jewels, diadems, and feathers, prior to that headdresses were a vital part of court dress. In fact, the style of hood worn was often used as a political statement amongst the nobility. Hats had always been in fashion for men, but the 16th century saw them also become a fashion staple for women. CC links and reference images under the cut.

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my-castles-crumbling

awful first meeting - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 392 - nonmagic AU

TW: slight mention of abusive Walburga

He knew it was irrational, to be this upset. He'd seen it coming. But still, running away from one's homophobic parents tended to bring up negative feelings.

So, swiping at the tears running down his face, wincing at the pain that flared from where Walburga had laid hands on him, Sirius stepped into the small café to get out of the rain starting to fall. Because of course, it had to be raining, too.

Sending a quick SOS text to James, he curled into a far booth and allowed the silent sobs to wash over him, pulling his backpack onto his chest and resting his head on the rough fabric. It was after only about thirty seconds of this that a voice made him look up.

"What can I get-oh."

The boy who spoke had the kindest eyes Sirius had ever seen. Chocolate brown and sparkling with concern, eyebrows narrowed and face pointed with worry.

"S-sorry," Sirius mumbled, scrubbing at his wet face. "I don't have money, but I just need- I just need-" he choked back another sob and bit his lip, again burying his face in his bag.

"It's not a problem, love," the soft voice of the boy responded. "I'll be right back, alright?"

And before Sirius could contemplate what the boy was doing, he had returned with a steaming cup of tea.

"On the house," he whispered softly, smiling only a little before he backed off, leaving Sirius to his thoughts.

But as Sirius sniffled and sipped his tea, he began to watch the boy. How he grinned easily at customers. How everyone seemed to know him. How he seemed so kind and safe. How-

"Oi! Sirius! Alright, mate? Who do I need to kill?" James almost yelled bounding into the shop.

He rolled his eyes silently, collecting his things and asking James meekly, "Can you just pay for my drink? I'll explain in the car."

Real concern flashing over James's face, he patted Sirius over the shoulder and approached the boy from earlier.

It was only after they sat in the car that he said. "Here. Think this is for you."

And on the crumpled receipt was a number and a note:

To the boy with the beautiful eyes,

Please call me if you need someone to talk to. You don't deserve to cry like that.

~Remus

lexithwrites

Wolfstar are passion and intimacy, they’re longing stares and gripping touches but they’re also soft hair washing and kissing knuckles, pressing foreheads together and reciting movies word for word while laughing.

Starchaser are gentle nose brushes, tracing each others lips with their fingers, softness and caresses, quiet laughs under a blanket together and curling up to read books without having to say a word.

Rosekiller are lip bites and hair pulls, squeezing each others hands when they’re scared and shouting the others name across a party to get their attention, they’re burning hot hand prints on skin and they’re desperate, needy kisses.

industrations

Just them🤍

letraspal

And you said I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.

my-castles-crumbling

"You don't get to tell me about sad."

~ Taylor Swift (Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?) (Nonromantic)Pairing: Black Brothers Angst- Rating: T - Write with me!

"C'mon, Reggie! Merlin, it killed me to leave! You know that!" Sirius cried, tears streaming down his face.

But Regulus couldn't even look at him. Couldn't find an ounce of pity in his bones for the brother who'd abandoned him. Couldn't even keep a straight face.

He laughed derisively, a manic grin on his face. "Killed you?"

After a beat, he looked up, face contorting with rage, slamming a fist on the table. "Sirius, you got to leave! Forgive me if I don't feel bad for you for being able to spend your summers with the Potters and their manor and their bloody perfect life! Meanwhile, I-" he cut himself off, thinking of those years without Sirius. The stifling summers filled with anguish and pain and loneliness.

"You don't get to tell me about your pain," Regulus nearly growled, advancing on his brother, who looked almost scared. "Not when you chose to walk away from mine."

Then he stood there, chest heaving, staring at his brother and begging him in his head:

Apologize. Please. Come back to me. Save me. I don't want this.

But Sirius, nothing if not consistent, just nodded and turned wordlessly. Leaving again.

messrsage

sirius sending remus an "i love you" text and getting an "i love you too?" back only to realise he'd accidentally texted regulus instead of remus bc their names are too close in his contact list and now he feels bad bc he hadn't meant to text regulus and regulus not only replied but said it back and goddamn it now he's crying

jamespotterbbg

may 6 - first kiss - @wolfstarmicrofic - 494 words

(tw: underage drinking)

It started with a truth or drink game in the Gryffindor common room. Some of the upperclassmen had snuck firewhiskey into the castle and drinks were poured.

It was the Marauders’ fourth year at Hogwarts and the party had subsequently turned into their kind of event. An hour in there was a group of tipsy fourteen and fifteen year olds left in the public space. The seventh and sixth years had disappeared, mostly in pairs, or snuck out to other houses’ dormitories.

Marlene McKinnon had asked the question, “Lupin, who was your first kiss?” she grinned at him and winked.

Remus had looked at her and shook his head tiredly, he downed a shot. James had begun to laugh, teasing Remus, pestering him to know why he wouldn’t tell them. Sirius pondered from his spot on the sofa.

Later Sirius retired to their dorm, Remus following close behind. James stuck back to attempt, drunkenly, to ask out Evans again. Peter had opted to watch over him.

Sirius kicked off his socks and fell into the bed, awaiting a chide from Remus about sleeping in his outside clothes, but none came. He sat up and looked to the other boy.

“Why didn’t you answer the question, Moony?” he asked curiously.

Remus paused in his step and turned to Sirius. He raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head.

Sirius stood and walked over to Remus, curiosity peaked, “Who’d you kiss, Moons?” he teased, grinning. Remus turned away from him, unwilling to even respond. Sirius groaned and blew air at the back of Remus’s neck, pouting.

“Stop it,” Remus muttered, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck where goosebumps had formed.

“Come on! You don’t keep secrets from your fellow marauders,” Sirius insisted, voice taking on a bit of a whine, “Why won’t you tell me?”

At last Remus turned to face him, eyes downcast and hand raking through his hair. He sighed and spoke, with a bit of irritation in his tone, “Because I haven’t had it yet, Sirius,” he admitted, embarrassed.

Sirius fell silent, both at the admission and at the way Remus had called him Sirius instead of Padfoot.

Just a sound slipped out of his lips, a half formed word, “Oh…”

Remus scoffed softly under his breath, shaking his head and breathing inconsistently, “Yeah, oh.”

Sirius bit his lip, “Well, we could change that?” he offered, voice less confident than he’d meant it to sound.

Remus turned to him in astonishment. The two half wasted boys stared each other down, eyes weirdly squinty and Sirius blinking about twice as much as normal.

After a moment of silence, Remus shook his head back and forth and his mouth gaped slightly, “W-what?” he finally got out, voice full of pure bewilderment.

At last, Sirius smiled at him and ducked forward. He tilted his head up and pulled Remus’s head downward by his collar to press a kiss to his lips.

sliebman10

Secret Relationship

Sirius watched across the kitchen as Molly talked to Remus. Remus’s body language was closed and he had a neutral expresison fixed on his face.

“Remus, can you assist me for a moment?” Sirius asked in his most polite voice. Both he and Molly turned toward Sirius and he made a show of gesturing in the hallway.

“Thanks,” Remus said, once they’d cast a muffliato spell.

“You looked trapped,” Sirius observed, taking Remus’s hands and pulling him closer.

“She said since I wasn’t ready to go out with Dora, she knew some other women who would just love me,” Remus said, his mouth twisting into a sardonic smile.

“Oh?” Sirius said, raising an elegant eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?”

“Fuck no,” Remus laughed, the tension breaking.

“I’ll just snog you in front of everyone next time…maybe she’ll get the hint,”

“Then we wouldn’t be a secret anymore would we?”

“Oh Moony, I’ll always be your dirty little secret,” Sirius purred, nipping at his ear.

“Behave,” Remus chided. “Most of the Order is still here.”

“And it’s still my house. So I can do what I want,” Sirius countered.

“Can’t argue with that logic,” Remus said, pulling him into a kiss.

Word Count: 200

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arliedraws

This is SO specific - it’s Canon!Sirius in Slytherin!Sirius’s body. It’s. Hard to explain—iykyk 😅 Yes, it has to do with the fic I’m avoiding writing.