"My Graveyard Of Fictional Characters Is Ever Growing. Their Ghosts Will Forever Haunt My Pages"

muscle - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 335

“Shit,” Sirius mumbled, circling his arm as he walked into the dorm room, groaning a bit as pain shot across his shoulder blade and down his back. 

“Alright?” James asked from his desk, staring down at a letter with wide eyes. For a moment, Sirius got distracted, because he swore he recognized the handwriting from somewhere, but as he leaned forward to get a closer look, he was overwhelmed by a sharp jab again.

“I think I pulled a muscle or something,” he murmured, stretching this way and that to try to ease the pain. “Maybe at practice? Dunno, it hurts..”

Remus, who was reading a book on his bed, stood up. “Here, let me…”

Sirius couldn’t think of what to say. Before he could protest, the taller boy was behind him, hands curled lightly over his shoulders, pressing a thumb into just the right spot, making him melt as the pain slowly disappeared. But he couldn’t focus on the feeling, because he was too busy thinking about who was doing this. The fact that it was Remus’s hands kneading over his skin, causing warmth to burst from his muscles, lightly grazing his collarbone, eliciting sparks. 

He felt a blush creep up his face, and before he knew it, his eyes rolled shut, his body relaxing far too much into the other boy’s hold. But neither of them moved.

“Is-is this helping?” Remus murmured from behind him, voice husky and breath warm on his neck.

“Hmm,” Sirius hummed, not trusting himself to speak. He was too nervous to break the spell.

“Yeah. Seems very helpful.”

James’s comment caused both of them to jump apart, and Sirius turned to see Remus as red as he knew he was. 

“Me next, Moony?” James drawled, smirking as he kicked his legs up on his desk. “M’sure you give all your friends massages. Right?”

Both Sirius and Remus just looked away, scratching at their heads and mumbling excuses about needing to run errands on opposite sides of the castle.

a wonderful ao3 author note

I’d like to think the reason they ware gloves is to hide/protect their wedding rings.

i am genuienly afraid for the world right now things are getting worse and worse day by day 😰

why can't transphobes and terfs realise their actions are going to harm them in the end? karma isnt a joke

it looks like we're finishing ourselves off way before global warming or anything else ever could 💔

@sasug4y look its so cuteee 😭💛

my internet was down. so I drew my babies.

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I should be sleeping but instead I’m going to make a roulette wheel of all my favorite ships so I can decide which one will be my hyperfixation for the next 3 days

Remus: *sitting down next to James* Ok. This is important. I want ideas, plans, concepts, anything and everything.

Remus: How do I propose to Sirius?

James: ...

*Pulls out a complete folder with drawings, propositions, swatches, plans, ideas, etc. -*

Remus: ... why do you have that?

James: Oh, no. Don't worry, this isn't just mine. We have all been planning this since fifth year.

Remus: ... *takes a look* ...

Remus: Why is the first thing on this list to take him to a dog park?

James: oh, that was Marlene's idea.

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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point