EUPHORIA

“I didn’t want you all to change your plans because of me. Apparently, I’ve failed.” And of course it was Sirius who stayed. For whatever reason, the other man has been clinging to him a bit lately. Not that he’s complaining, he’s simply curious. Sirius is a widely wanted man in this school, and he could have attention from anyone he liked if it came down to it. Why he chooses to stay with the outcast werewolf is beyond him. He only hopes that doesn’t change  “Now you’re stuck here with me and missing out on all the fun James had planned for you.” The tone in which he says it is borderline playful, though here’s a ring of truth to the words. Guilt hides behind those soft brown eyes, as he constantly feels like something of a burden in their group. With the potion, the way they all rally around him for his time of the month, he constantly feels in debt. And here it is again. 

There are still times that he thinks, perhaps... maybe... could Sirius be...? No, of course not. He couldn’t be that lucky. Could he? 

For Remus, the holidays are bittersweet. His friends go home, and there have been a few years that he has also. The majority of the time, however; he waits for them to leave and then slinks back into the castle where he will stay. It’s Remus’ favorite time of year, and yet his most lonesome.  Not for the first time, he waves them off with subtle white lies about how he’s leaving in a bit. The school is eerily empty, but he doesn’t mind it much. He stops at the great hall to get some warm tea, then heads up to the dorms. Maybe he’ll get started on some reading? Nothing wrong with getting ahead of schedule. 

Except when he steps in his dorms - the ones that are supposed to be empty - he nearly drops his tea in shock at the person still in them. 

“Merlin—!” 

@lifecrumblesdown

“I prefer Sirius,” He said casually, arms behind his head as he leisured in Remus’ bed. “I’m afraid to tell you, if you planned on ‘leaving in a bit’, that train has both figuratively and literally left.” The moment he got to the train station and didn’t see Remus, he knew the other stayed behind. It would have been nice to know. After a quick apology to James, he decided to stay behind. He loved the Potters dearly but he wouldn’t let Remus spend the holidays alone. 

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT

Send “HA” to pin my muse against the wall as a JOKE

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

John “Book Nerd” Murphy - for @bombshellsandbluebells​​

Bonus:

Brows shoot up in the facial equivalent of a shrug, Stiles’ expression one of I told you so. He sits and waits, wisely keeping his mouth and attitude turned down until class is over. He wants this year to be a smooth ride. The smoother the better. He’s got that FBI Internship and he can’t fuck it up. Scotts dad made that abundantly clear.  When class lets out, he scrambles out and stretches as soon as he’s in the hallway. Stiles has had his final growth spurt, broad shoulders and long legs make for cramped quarters in a high school desk. When he sees James exit, he gives a nod and holds out his hand. “Lemme see that schedule again, I’ll point you to your next class.”  And point he will. For the next few days, he finds himself with the redhead when he’s not with his friends or busy with human emissary stuff. James is good company, and it’s also just nice to hang out with someone who doesn’t need a million and one things from him. He’s actually hanging out with James again when his phone rings. Stiles answers without looking. “Yellow,” A fry gets shoved into his mouth while he talks, pausing before rolling his eyes heavenward.  “No, Scott, I don’t know where you put your paper. You can’t copy mine. I told you, they use that program to check for plagiarism now. I would, but I’m already helping someone.” A pause, and he steals something off James’ plate. “I can come by tomorrow and proof read it. Or you can ask Lydia.”  When Stiles eventually hangs up, he finds himself relieved to only be sitting with James and not his little crew of puppies. “If anyone asks, I’m helping you with your paper.” 

It’s been almost a week. Time was certainly flying by. James had pinpointed exactly who the werewolves were by the third day on campus which, Merlin help them, was too easy. He had been a start ‘Care of Magical Creatures’ student so he knew the signs, it was just easier to spot when the wolves were practically neon. Literally. The amount of times he caught glowing eyes were ridiculous. 

James could see why there’s been complaints sent to the MACUSA. He could have gotten the job done early and gone back to New York but, his boss gave him a month to figure it out. Normally, he would be excited to pick up another assignment and explore new parts of the US but, he decided to draw this out. His decision solely made on the foundation of wanting to get to know Stiles better.

As Stiles answered his phone, he finished off his food while subtly eavesdropping. Scott was… rather needy, from what James gathered. It surprised him to learn that the man was actually an Alpha. He gasped in mock offense as the hyperactive man stole a fry, smirking as he directed Scott in another direction. It was the small victories, right? 

Honeyed hazel squints playfully at the redhead across from him, pointing a fry at the lecherous expression he’s being given. “Why did that just make me feel like a prostitute?” 

James, please. Stiles steals another fry just for that, unashamed. “Fine, fine. I’ll buy dinner again this week, just tell me when.” Perhaps not what James meant, but Stiles... isn’t used to being pursued. The closest he ever came to that was Heather, and that ended in her death. Someone wanting Stiles as more than just an assistant or quick lay? Huh? Nah. Not possible. 

Woke up this morning and the first thing I did was math homework for @aresborrn​/@ycurdream​ … if you ever doubt my love for you xD

Can I just suggest a mental image

Draco Malfoy wearing one of these.

“Imagine being loved by me.”  Talk - Hozier 

um… enjoy. 

Inspired by both Manacled by @senlinyu and The Auction by @lovesbitca8 I’m literally dead. These fics have changed me. Please go read them.