Its The Full Moon Tonight Lets All Wish Remus Good Luck

its the full moon tonight lets all wish remus good luck

Youngblood — chapter 8

And here’s Youngblood too, as promised. You can’t say I don’t deliver! (You can, but please don’t 🥲)

daddy remus babyyyy

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I’m sorry but in no way would rosekiller ever be toxic. to an outsiders pov they might seem it, but they understand each other too much to ever be toxic.

yeah sure barty might get a little too overwhelmed and will do nothing but scream and shout at evan, but evan is holding his arms to ground him and allow him to express his emotions the only way he knows how. and he knows that barty never means it, so why be upset about it? he doesn’t mind if it helps.

sure when evan’s pissed off he just shuts down, ignores everyone and everything and just, exsists. but he always makes sure he has some form of physical contact with barty because he knows how much the other hates being ignored. this way he can still be mad whilst reassuring barty that he cares for him.

and maybe they’ll have days where they’re both pissed at each other and can’t even be in the same room. in that case barty will just crawl into evan’s bed at night because they both hate going to be angry and this acts as an unspoken agreement that whatever they were fighting about doesn’t matter anymore.

anyways they are madly inlove your honour <3

Lily: what's your biggest fear?

Remus: my biggest fear is that one day I'll wake up as a chocolate bar.

Lily: you would eat yourself, wouldn't you?

Remus, whispering with a horrified look: I wouldn't even question it.

Spotlight on me (and I'm ready to break), Ch 3: If U Seek Amy

It shouldn’t be that hard to forget about one person. They had spent what? 12 hours together at most? And the majority of those they’d both been sleeping. Yet James knew he wouldn’t be able to shake the memories anytime soon. They stubbornly popped into his mind at the most inopportune moments, as if taunting him about what he couldn’t have. James dragged his sweaty shirt over his head and threw it into the basket in the corner of his bedroom. He’d upped his workouts lately in a slim hope that the exhaustion would keep the thoughts at bay. The rest of his clothing ended likewise in the basket as he made his way to the bathroom. Still, his mind wandered in a circle around those memories. James pressed his lips together. He let his head fall forward against the glass wall of his shower as he turned it on. Water sprayed over his back. So what if his thoughts strayed? Those piercing silver eyes. The tongue that had never failed to have a jab ready. How that touch had felt on him. James’ hand travelled down, as if on its own accord.