#quote game

night, pretty

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge

Up on that stage, it is not just a man or a dancer or a darling of darkness. It is God herself, and they are power and charisma and sex and every goddamned grain of anything good collected on the head of a pin and scattered across the night sky, and Remus wants to swallow it all down and plant it deep in his gut until he has diamonds in his eyes and a Star in the penthouse of his heart.

Pretty and devastating, a supernova doesn’t belong in an underworld basement. All darkness does is make light shine brighter. So Remus will wrap this sapphire son in his own moonstone aura and waltz them high across rooftops and plead on bended knee and sing his gift, his song—and this one’s for you.

sweet

The Watcher and the Dancer

Mrs. Potter was sitting in a rocking chair, reading glasses perched on her nose and a cup of chai on the little table beside her, paperback novel splayed open in her hands. A generous lilac bush off the corner of the cottage steadily pulsed out its sweet perfume, writing itself into Siri’s memory like a madeleine on the tongue.

eyes

Siri bristled automatically. She got teased a lot back home, either for wearing too much makeup or not enough. Always, it came back to her face, and the expectation Siri accepted unquestioningly that she owed the world perfection, and she better not dare present their judgement-day eyes with anything less than that.

moon

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Suddenly, Pansy shivers as she feels Ginny’s fingers on the crescent at the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupt across her skin as Ginny continues to explore the intricate lines of the moon phases, then the stars scattered in symmetrical constellations around her shoulder blades, before her fingers twist down vines and blossoms, dancing over her bra fastenings, to reach the central adornment: a serpent coiled elegantly atop Pansy’s spine, crowned in sunbursts and radiating magic itself from rib to rib.

warm

Hallowed

Mary hears. She rolls over and envelops Lily in her arms, kisses the salt away, presses whispers of love into her ear and onto her neck and between her legs.

And here, within warm brown skin and here, hung on perfumed oil and dimpled cheeks and here, laid under nimble fingers, Lily is home.

dark

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge!

“Thinking with our dick again, are we, Evans?”

Regulus Black leans against a beam backstage with a faux-casual air, one immaculate dark eyebrow arched, arms folded across his midnight-black waistcoat, heeled boots just peeking from beneath his skirts.

Lily grins as she stalks past him on her way to the dressing rooms, high heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Fuck off, Baby Black,” she calls over her shoulder. “We both know full well you liked it.”

mess

Shake It Off

Fortunately, Granger arrives on the scene, her wand barely holding together the mess of curls piled on top of her head, Clipboard of Doom tucked securely against her forearm, and immediately breaks up the disgusting show of flirtation taking place between Draco’s now former best friend and his future boyfriend’s former girlfriend.

Maybe he should make some new friends.

Maybe they should all make some new friends.

Laugh, stars

The Roommate

I yank him into me; his torso falls forward into my arms, and I slide my hands beneath his ass and lift him up like he’s nothing. His barked laugh quickly turns into a gasped moan when I swing him around and slam him up against the wall.

“Think he can hear you now?” I growl into his ear. “You share this wall with him, don’t you? Think he can hear his slutty boyfriend get thrown around like a ragdoll?”

The man squeezes his thighs even tighter around my waist and tries to rut against me, but I’m holding him too firmly for him to move much. One of my hands slides up from under him to wrap around his pretty little neck, forefinger and thumb pressing in just the right spots to make him see stars.

Cried, kiss

The Watcher and the Dancer

“Did you guys kiss?”

Siri breathed out, barely a whisper. “Yes.” Her lips quivered. “But it’s not with… it wasn’t who you think.”

And all the emotions and the overwhelming bigness of just, everything, came crashing back, and the tears Siri had stomped down earlier finally spilled hot down her cheeks.

Regina was calm, steady. Blinked her fawn eyes gently.

“Was it Jamie?” She had always possessed a wisdom beyond her young years.

Siri turned a tear-streaked face to her sister. Cried a little harder. Nodded.

Regina shrugged. “Remus said he and Peter were pretty fed up with how she was acting. Wanted her to just go for it already. He asked me if I thought you liked her back.”

“Really?” Siri smiled, watery, hopeful. “What did you say?”

Despite her sensitivity, Regina was still a sassy little shit. She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

silence

Hallowed

“He will not tell me what is going on. How can I—I cannot protect him, I am failing him James, I—”

But at this, James interrupts. He always knows when to let Sirius break, when to let all the emotion crash upon the shore and weather the inundation with patience and understanding, and when it is time to silence the storm.

“You are not failing Regulus, Sirius. You love him. So do I.”

sunshine

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