I Can't Write Fics, But Can Someone Write This Please:

I can't write fics, but can someone write this please:

After losing his best friend James to the zombies 3 months ago, Sirius is the last surviving human to his knowledge in this apocalypse.

After managing to escape a mob and find an abandoned gas station to hide in, Sirius discovers a zombie had managed to follow him. Panicking and trapped in a corner, Sirius launches himself at the zombie and bites him. Sirius backs away and watches as it slowly turns back to a human.

"How did you know that would work?" the man asked.

"I didn't, I panicked," Sirius explained confused, "I'm, uuh, Sirius," he cautiously reached out his hand

"Remus," the man replied as he took his hand.

That was actually a lot more than I thought it would be, but could someone please write this?

Random blurb :)

AN: My first blurb post sorry if its cringey i dig this out from the depths of my notes app (its apparently from jan of 2021 😃) Psa : HICCUP FROM HOW TO TRAIN A DRAGON LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE REMUS

UPDATE A/N: dude how’d you guys get this at 200 likes its only been like a day that is wild thank you guys love y’all have a amazing day <33

Marauder’s group chat headcannons

At literal 3 am in the mauraders group chat

Y/n : no cause why does remus kinda look like the dude from james fav movie

James : how to train a dragon is not my favorite movie but omg he does

Sirius: the way you knew which movie she was talking about

Remus : it’s literally 3 am what the fuck

Sirius : STOP REMUS WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL US YOU WERE IN A MOVIE

Sirius: YOU LITERALLY looking exactly like the dude from how to train a dragon 😃💀

Remus : go to fucking bed

Y/n : * sends pictures *

James : ITS THE SAME PICTURE

remus : i dont see it

y/n : SAME BITCH

Sirius : ITS OFFICIAL YOUR NEW NAME IS HICCUP

Remus : 🧍🏻why tho

Sirius: cause i said so 🙄

Remus : good night everyone

Sirius : good night hiccup

Remus : im blocking everyone in this groupchat :|

Y/n : no you wont

Remus : watch me

Sirius : what happened to james

James : he dropped his phone on his head and currently has a icepack on his head - lily

Remus : dumb ass

Sirius: 🤦🏻

Y/n: well i think thats all i had to say good night guys <3

Remus : good night beautiful

Sirius: good night <3

James : goodnight guys love you <333333:3- lily&James

Sirius : love you <3333;)

Remus love you guys:)

Y/n: love you guys sweet dreams <3

4:37 am

*Sirius has changed the group chat name to “hiccup and his hoes”*

Day 175: Band

For a prompt specifically about a music band.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Draco said as he stared at the man who’d just walked through the door. Ralph had promised that he knew a solid guitar player who could sub in for a couple performances. And Draco had trusted him.

Well, lesson learned. He’d never trust Ralph again because there in the doorway stood Harry fucking Potter. Stupid, messy hair pulled back into a bun; tidy beard framing what appeared to be a strong jaw; tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt and along his arms; eyebrow piercing; and six feet of gorgeous muscle. In short, something straight out of one of Draco’s wet dreams.

“Well, well,” Potter murmured, voice low and smooth like molasses. “Who’d have imagined this?”

“You two know each other?” Pete asked from where he was perched behind his drum set.

Draco blew out a breath, “We went to school together.”

Potter chuckled softly, eyes glinting at him.

“Conservatory?” Ralph asked as he picked up his electric bass and slung the strap over his neck.

The other man raised an eyebrow and the ring glinted in the stage lights, “Conservatory, huh? Always imagined you going into something…” he trailed off, “pharmaceutical.”

He rolled his eyes, “My godfather certainly wanted that. Too bad he died.” Potter’s eyebrow ticked up but Draco continued, “I always expected you’d go into law enforcement.” Draco hadn’t ever really considered a world where Harry Potter hasn’t become an auror.

Potter huffed and rolled his eyes, “I got sick of peoples’ expectations.”

“Right,” Ralph interrupted. “This is all well and good but maybe you two could save the reunion chat for after rehearsal. We're not all independently wealthy wankers, some of us actually have day jobs to get to.”

“You’re staying?” Draco asked him incredulously.

Potter shrugged, “I’m in between gigs, it’s your call.”

He narrowed his eyes at the other man, "fine. But if you can't keep up you're out of here."

Those green eyes brightened with the thrill of challenge and pleasure zipped up Draco's spine. It had been a long time since he'd experienced this particular thrill and it went straight to his head.

"You're on," Potter said, opening his guitar case as Draco sat down at the keyboard.

Pete counted them off and Draco gave himself over to the joy of making music.

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Potter was surprisingly good.

He played well, had a good ear, and his voice was surprisingly pleasant. Draco was grudgingly impressed.

"Want to get some lunch?" Potter asked him at the end of rehearsal as Draco was guzzling half a bottle of water to sooth his parched throat.

He promptly choked on his drink, "Excuse me?" he managed when he finally had his coughing under control.

Potter quirked an irritatingly attractive crooked grin at him, "You heard me perfectly."

"Why would you want to have lunch with me?"

The other man shrugged, "That's much easier to answer than if you'd asked why you'd want to have lunch with me," he replied. "I would like to have dinner with you," he continued before Draco had had proper time to process that statement, "because I want to get to know you better. I like the way you interact with the people around you, Ralph had nothing but good things to say about you and he's a pretty good judge of character. And," he said, leaning forward conspiratorially and lowering his voice, "I think you're attractive."

He stared at him, feeling like he must have fallen through some sort of temporal shift. There was no way that Harry Potter had just said that to him. Maybe he was dreaming.

"I'm not the boy you knew at school," he added.

He clicked his jaw shut and he straightened up, "Alright fine."

Potter grinned at him again and it was sharp, and bright, and just a little dangerous and Draco couldn't help but think that maybe he was getting in a little over his head.

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Lunch had been surprisingly pleasant.

Potter had taken him to a fish and chip place, a little hole in the wall, and Draco wanted to die with how perfect the greasy, hot, salty chips tasted in the malt vinegar. And then Potter had proceeded to ask him questions and let Draco talk about himself for nearly two hours.

"Circe," he said eventually, leaning back in his chair, "You need to tell me to stop talking."

Potter's eyes crinkled in the corners with his smile, "Why would I ever want to do that?"

"Because I've been rambling for the better part of two hours, surely you don't care about the piano teacher that I had when I was a child."

"I want to listen to whatever you want to say," he said and he said it so genuinely that Draco couldn't help but wonder if he actually meant it.

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Three weeks in and Draco had to pretty much constantly resist the urge to slam Harry into walls and make out with him. And sometimes the other man would look at him with the same desire reflected in his eyes, but just as soon as Draco would spot it, the other man would blink and it would be gone.

It was safe to say that he found Harry very attractive and he enjoyed his personality but it wasn't until he heard him play acoustic and sing that Draco really fell completely.

Ralph had invited him to come to the bar where he'd first heard Harry sing, apparently Harry had a standing Thursday night gig there, and Draco had said yes. They sat toward the back and Draco had expected to enjoy the performance, but he hadn't expected the other man to completely steal his heart from within his chest.

When Harry sang, it was like his entire heart and soul were bared before you. And the way he played his guitar, like it was an extension of himself, strumming and plucking the strings as though it came easier to him than breathing.

He was enraptured.

Draco wasn't ready for it to be over, wasn't ready to face Harry, to come to terms with all that he was feeling. But Ralph stood up at the end of Harry's set as he was making his way off the stage and waved him over and it was too late to run and hide.

"Hey!" Harry said, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. "I didn't know you were going to be here," he said, nudging Draco's shin with his toes.

I think I'm in love with you. He cleared his throat and carefully organized his thoughts before opening his mouth, "Ralph invited me," he said.

"It's always nice to hear you on acoustic," Ralph added.

"Thanks," Harry replied with an easy grin, "It's a nice change, you know?"

Ralph talked a little bit, yammered about who knows what, that Draco was thinking to loudly to hear.

When Ralph got up (to use the loo? get a drink? move to Hong Kong? Draco didn't know) he turned to Harry and stared at him.

"You're quiet," Harry commented as he drank the remaining water in his bottle.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Harry blinked, head tilting uncertainly, "Err-"

"I mean, honestly. Who gave you the right to be this fucking talented? On top of everything else you have going for you? What the fuck?"

The other man huffed a laugh, "Thanks," he said, obviously preparing to downplay it.

"It's fucking annoying."

He blinked, "Okaay."

Draco threw a hand up in the air, "I mean, how are you still single? You are everything tha-"

"Date me," he said, grinning brightly and perking up.

"How can I?!" he exclaimed. "Knowing that I could literally never measure up? Knowing that you deserve some much better-"

"Draco," he said, covering Draco's hand with his. "You are so far out of my league."

"Pfft. You're not fool-"

Harry leaned over the corner of the table and kissed him. "I like you," he said when he pulled back. "A lot. I like so many things about you. And I think that my opinion of you and your opinion of me matter more than our opinions of ourselves. Don't you think?"

"Kiss me again."

He grinned and leaned over the corner of the table, kissing Draco softly, fingers threading through his hair. "Is that a yes?" he asked when he pulled back.

"That's a keep bloody kissing me," he said, grabbing Harry by the front of the tshirt and dragging him in once more.

Harry kissed him back, lips and tongue moving sensuously against Draco's until Draco lost track of everything except Harry's body and mouth.

"About time," Ralph grunted and they broke apart. "Oh, please," he said as he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair, "Don't stop on my account. Save everyone the agony of watching you two staring at the other when you think no one is looking. We all see it-"

"Yes, thank you," Draco interrupted, rolling his eyes, "Such dramatics, as though I didn't literally walk in on you and your girlfriend having sex on my piano bench."

Harry let out a surprised laugh and he couldn't help the smile that bloomed in response.

"Don't laugh," he said, shoving him, "It was traumatic. I had to see," he shuddered dramatically, "lady bits."

"Do you want to get out of here?" Harry asked.

He nodded, "I'd like nothing better."

"Well, since the two of you have already forgotten that I exist, I'll just be off, too," Ralph teased.

He rolled his eyes, "Good night, Ralph."

Harry waved at him before turning his gaze back on Draco. "Want to come over to mine and watch a movie?"

"Is that code for snog like teenagers on the sofa?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow and running his finger up Harry's forearm.

"It's code for whatever you want it to be," Harry said, "As long as it's with me."

"There's no one else I'd rather it be."

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Day 174: Star-Crossed Lovers | Day 176: Doppleganger

            Regulus sat on the sofa, where he fiddled with his hair nervously, and shifted uncomfortably in the dress his mum had put him in. He hated that he was forced to keep his hair so long. Sirius had been growing his hair out since he was fifteen, ever since Reg finally told him the truth, that Regulus identified as a man. “Look, Reg,” Sirius had said, once his hair was past his shoulders. “Boys can have long hair too. So don’t feel bad that mum won’t let you cut it!”

           They had poured over the many Astronomy books in the library to find Regulus a different name – a boy’s name. After a bit of back and forth between the two brothers, they had eventually agreed on Regulus Black.

           Regulus had had a rough go of it at Hogwarts – being misgendered, people using his dead name, and having to sleep in the girls’ dormitories. The only time he had been happy was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, because everyone wore the same uniforms. But now he was out of Hogwarts and had hoped he could finally live his life the way he wanted. Those small glimpses of hope had been dashed once Sirius ran away from home. Sirius was disinherited and burned off the family tapestry. Regulus was now responsible for producing a Black family heir, since he was not eligible to inherit.

           Since graduating from Hogwarts, Regulus’ life had been a parade of men from pureblood families. Walburga was searching for someone worthy. Regulus had lost count of how many men had come by, looking for an arranged marriage that benefited them. Some of them were just looking for the status that marrying a Black would bring them. Others were interested in the money. Regulus had taken a page out of his brother’s book, and had causes enough trouble that they all ran away.

           Walburga had stopped giving Regulus any insight into who would be coming to the door. Perhaps she had figured out that if Regulus had knowledge of the suitor, he could figure out a way to scare them off. Most of the men coming by were people Reg knew from school, which meant he knew their weak spots. After all, Regulus was a Slytherin at the end of the day, and he would use every advantage he had if it meant he didn’t have to marry.

           The door to the parlor opened and Regulus stood up. He smoothed out the skirt of the black satin dress his mother had forced him to wear and prepared himself for the worst. He was a little caught off guard when James Potter of all people walked in. His mother considered the Potters to be blood traitors, which meant she must have been getting desperate to find someone pureblood still left.

           “James –“ Regulus said, feeling himself blush.

           “Hi Reg,” James responded, giving a little wave.

           Regulus was so shocked to hear one of these stupid suitors call him by his name. It was almost enough to make him cry in relief. “What are you doing here?”

           James shuffled awkwardly on his feet and scratched the back of his neck. “Could we maybe sit down?”

           Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not like it’s a secret.”

           James made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. “I knew this was going to be bloody awkward. Look, I’m probably the last person you want to get saddled with after everything that happened with Sirius, but your mum invited me out, and Sirius wanted me to come see how you are.”

           “Oh,” Reg said, rubbing his arm self-consciously. “Well, I’m fine, you can tell Sirius I’m fine.”

           James took a tentative step forward. “Are you sure, Reg?”

           “I’m sure,” Regulus snapped at him. “You don’t want to be here anyway, so just go,”

           “I didn’t say that,” James countered defensively. “I said you don’t want me here. I know you don’t like me all that much since Sirius came to live with me.”

           “I never disliked you,” Regulus confessed quietly. “I disliked the situation, but I always understood why Sirius had to get out.”

           “So…” James took another step towards Regulus. “You don’t hate me then?”

           Regulus shook his head. “No, I don’t,” he said out loud in case James needed it verbalized to believe it.

           James sighed in relief and smiled at Reg. “I’m glad to hear it. I was a little worried you were going to hex me on sight.”

           Regulus smirked and sat back down on the couch. He crossed his legs primly and then patted the spot next to him. James eagerly hurried over to sit down beside him. Regulus tried not to find it endearing and failed miserably. “Here’s the thing, I don’t want to get married and I certainly don’t want to have a child.”

           “Okay…” James said, his brow furrowing. “Then why are you going along with all of this then?”

           “I don’t exactly have a choice,” Regulus said through gritted teeth, his hands curling into fists by his sides. “The Black family needs an heir and we both know Sirius isn’t an option anymore. As far as pureblood wizards go, you’re about the best I’m going to get. Besides, I want someone who is going to accept me as a man. I know I might not be what you were looking for –“

           “Actually –“ James interrupted, scratching his chin. “Sirius informed me I’m something called Pansexual…so, you know, I’m fine with you being a bloke.”

           Regulus blinked a few times in surprise. He honestly had not been expecting that at all and was completely baffled. He had always thought James Potter was straight, after all, he had spent most of his time at Hogwarts chasing after Lily Evans.

           “So wait, you’re actually considering this?” Regulus asked, shaking his head slightly in disblief. “You’d marry me?”

           James shrugged. “If you’ll have me.”

           “You’re not just doing this as a favor to my brother, right?” Reg asked, eyeing James suspiciously. After knowing James for so long, it was difficult not to imagine he had some kind of ulterior motive for all of this.

           James grinned. “I love Sirius like a brother, but even I’m not that altruistic that I would marry a bloke just to make him happy.”

           Regulus was satisfied with that answer. He couldn’t believe that he was actually considering marry James Potter. “You must have something you want out of all of this,” he said, chewing his bottom lip. “This is a lot to give up.”

           “I don’t see it that way,” James said, slowly reaching over and taking Reg’s hand in his, giving Reg enough time to pull away if he wanted. “I mean, you’re very pretty. Handsome? No, blokes can be pretty. You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. I – fuck – you know you’re gorgeous. I don’t have to tell you that.”

           Regulus felt himself blushing horridly. He couldn’t believe one compliment like that – and a fumbled attempt at one no less – was enough to get him flustered. “So you just want to marry someone pretty then?”

           James laughed but it was a bit strained. “I think you’re more than just a pretty face, Reg.”  

           Regulus turned his face away to hide his deeper blush. What was wrong with him today? “Shut up, James.”

           “What do you say, Reg?” James asked, giving Regulus’ hand a squeeze. “Do you want to marry me?”

           Regulus turned and eyed James up and down for any sign that he was being disingenuous. Instead all he saw was the stupidly earnest look on James’ face as he waited for a response.

           “Yes.”

                                                                       ***

           Regulus felt like he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop ever since he’d agreed to James’ proposal. After they got married, Regulus and James had gotten a flat together in London, and being away from his parents meant Regulus could finally breathe. He donated all his dresses and skirts to charity, so that he never had to see them again. James didn’t say a word when Regulus cut his hair, picking a fashionable undercut, the front still falling into his grey eyes.

           Regulus still felt like they were on the precipice of something, though. James never asked for anything, and that simple fact put Regulus on edge. He wasn’t used to someone not having any expectations for him. For the most part, James just let Regulus be, and since they weren’t sleeping in the same bed, they were almost more like flatmates than a married couple. It made Regulus uneasy, since he still didn’t know what James was getting out of their arrangement.

           It started with Regulus stealing James’ shirts and hoodies. James was fairly muscular from his obsession with Quidditch, so when Regulus wore James’ clothes, he was kind of swimming in them. They were so cozy that Regulus couldn’t help wanting to wear them. Being wrapped up in James’ clothes kind of made Regulus yearn for the man himself.

           James was relaxing on the couch, studying for the Auror exam he was taking later that month. He glanced up when Reg entered the room and his hazel eyes immediately went soft behind his glasses. He took in the sight of Regulus wearing his Gryffindor t-shirt and smiled. Regulus chewed his bottom lip for a moment and then walked over to the couch. James watched him for a minute and then scooted over in an invitation. Regulus dropped into James’ arms and they tangled themselves in each other.

           “James?”

           “Yeah, Reg?”

           “Am I enough for you?”

           James frowned for a moment and Regulus immediately buried his face away against James’ neck. He was nervous that he had upset his husband. “Why would you ask me that?”

           “Because you’ve given me a home, and you’ve let me be myself,” Regulus said, his voice muffled against James’ skin. “I don’t know what I do for you.”

           James chuckled, rubbing his hand over Reg’s back. “Do you want to do something for me?”

           “Well I am your husband,” Regulus groused, wrapping his arms around James and hugging him tightly.

           James slid his hand down, brushing his finger along Reg’s jawline, before tilting his chin up. James ducked his head and kissed Regulus tenderly on the lips. Regulus gasped slightly, but the kiss was already done before he got the sound out. “There,” James said, shifting around so that he could comfortably hold his book, his other arm still around Reg. “That’s all I wanted.”

           Regulus’ jaw was still dropped. “That can’t possibly be enough for you,” he reasoned.

           James put his book down in order to focus his attention on Reg. “Fine, I’ll do it again then,” he said with a soft sigh. He captured Reg’s lips and proceeded to kiss him breathless. Regulus clung to James, letting his mouth be invaded by James’ talented tongue, whimpering slightly against his husband’s’ lips.

           “James –“ Regulus said, breaking the kiss. “I want you to be honest with me. A few kisses? That’s really all you want?”

           James grinned and ran his fingers through Reg’s hair. “You want me to be honest, huh?”

           “Yes.”

           “I want you to wear my clothes all the time, because it does things to me to see you in them, and I’m a bad, possessive husband, who wants to see my husband in my t-shirts. I also want to kiss you pretty much all the time. Finally, I want you to fall in love with me, but that one I’m willing to wait on.”

           Regulus hid his face away again because the things James said were simply too overwhelming. “So that’s all I have to do?” Regulus asked in astonishment.

           “That’s all,” James confirmed, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head.

           Regulus huffed indignantly. It all sounded so simple, but that couldn’t be all James wanted. Regulus knew that his mother had constantly been bombarding James with owls since their wedding night six months ago. A barrage of letters and howlers had come asking when they were going to get pregnant and produce and heir. Walburga probably would have had conniptions if she knew James and Regulus weren’t even sleeping in the same bed. But after their little cuddle session on the couch, Reg was thinking he might have to reevaluate his stance on that. Being held by James was actually very nice. “May I tell you what I want?”

           Regulus felt James nod, since Reg still had his face buried away. “Of course,” James said softly. “Anything you want, Reg.”

           Regulus pulled back, so that he could see James’ face, and took a deep breath. “I want you to fall in love with me too.”

           “Too late.”

           Regulus sputtered for a moment. “Y-you’re not –“

           “I’m not?” James challenged, raising an eyebrow. His eyes got that same softness to them as he smiled before leaning in to kiss Regulus again. “I’m pretty sure I am.”

           “Only pretty sure?” Regulus murmured against James’ lips, managing to tease him, even as his heart was fluttering away in his chest.

           James chuckled, pressing their foreheads together, so Reg had no choice but to stare into those hazel eyes he’d become enamored by.

           “I’m sure.”

They will start a book club now.

continuing inktober *sigh* day 16 ‘compass’

have a great week 💚✨

important!!!

transcript:

A person with a somewhat masculine voice says in a higher pitched tone, “Blue hair is weird!” They then change their voice to their regular tone, and say, “I’m gonna teach you this how I would teach a child. I don’t know your life story, but for the sake of making this an educational video, I’m gonna use stereotypes, so only take what resonates with you.

One child is born in a seemingly functional, to their awareness, loving family, while the other is getting quite the opposite. You can’t choose that you’re born with it, so you’re put out in this world and the majority of your peers are like you, and the majority of your teachers, parents and authority are like you, and the majority of the media out there is showing people like you. So all of the kids that are not depicted by this media feel erased and different immediately from the time they’re born, how they are born. You may feel too feminine as a boy, too masculine as a girl, like you’re in the wrong body, like you don’t think exactly neurotypically as everyone else, you’re too thin, you’re too thick, you’re too dark, you’re not dark enough. Kids like this immediately understand the struggle of not being accepted by the majority, and if it’s not the peers doing it, keep in mind they have the same authority and media only depicting the majority of one type of person.

So both the outcasts and the masses are gonna ask the same question of how do I fit into society, and the majority of the authority and media is gonna be saying things like “God is the answer,” “man marries woman,” “girls are this way, boys this way.” You have a set amount of rules that if you have no reason to question, you’re not gonna disagree with. But when this world has taught you it’s not for people like you, you’re gonna ask, “why is it that way?” which brings us to, “who is teaching us this?” Oh, people from this era or earlier, who’s making this stuff, people in this era or earlier, “Let me do my research on who taught them that stuff.”

A common flaw with human beings is that they accept societal norms that are only in place for a little bit over their lifetime because they never lived to see a reason to question it. When you are born in a world that’s seemingly against you, you have reason to research why these traditions are in place, and you say, “Wow, if I happened to be born in the 1900s, pink was for boys and blue was for girls, and cheerleading is for boys and heels are for men, and the bible was changed to be anti-gay”. It’s almost like what we are taught is unreliable and not inherently factual, and in the time this was being taught, no one in the masses was disagreeing.

Everyone’s born in a box, but we weren’t all born with default settings, so we learned that humans can express themselves however they want. The way you think that only natural hair colors is normal, or how you dress is the right way, or blue hair automatically makes you weird, or pronouns equals liberal, that is taught to you. If this existed in the 1900s, this would be awesome [he points at blue hair], and this would just be english language [he points at pronouns]. When you’re wildly accepted by the masses, I see why you wouldn’t want to step down, you’re at the top of the pyramid. But the reason that we dye our hair blue is that the only people that wildly accepted us are other people who weren’t afraid of being different.

Now listen, maybe you just like authentically being a part of the masses, maybe your true self likes this stuff, that’s fine. But you also have to acknowledge that you were taught to avoid anything that would get you bullied or a negative reaction by the masses. So therefore, who’s really the top of the pyramid? [He flips the pyramid drawing upside-down].”

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