enjoy your feast


I’m fine. 


Do you ever have that moment when you’re reading a super good fan fiction and your ships are going really well and it’s looking all promising then just???? it takes a full 180 degrees??? and suddenly it’s all going downhill your faves are getting paired up with all the wrong people but you still enjoy feasting your eyes on that quality literature whilst your life is burning in a dumpster fire because of the subconscious decisions you made before even reading the first page. 

The Kitchens

part iii

Sirius thought being a royal meant having power. He thought having power meant having answers. Academically speaking he supposed this was true. He did have power. In a few more months, he’d have all the power in the world. A kingdom. A nation. Anything available, all answers ready at the snap of his fingers. His whole being would be flooded with his royal blood. It would be all anyone would see. Not that people saw much more anyhow.

Sirius looked down from the doorway, blinking and surprised to find his hand outstretched towards the place where Remus had been a moment before. He opened and closed it a few times, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. He could use an answer right about now.

But it was useless. Power. Royalty. It was all so utterly useless against… whatever had just happened. He was tempted to try, to search and see if someone could puzzle this one out for him as well. But he wasn’t sure that was possible.

He put his hand down, only now noticing how cool the room had gotten as the sun set. He looked up at the sound of feet above him, frantic feet… pacing? The floorboards groaned under the hesitation and then squeaked and protested when the pacing started up again. Twice they came to the top of the stairs, and twice they retreated once more. He wanted to go up, almost did a few times… But Sirius didn’t know if he was welcome upstairs. He frowned as Remus’ words echoed in his ears.

Of course you can be here. You’re you.

He sat back on the stool, sighing and picking another piece of cake from the crumb ridden plate. The phrase really shouldn’t bother him. It was true after all. He could go any where he pleased. And it was because of who he was. He should be proud of that, that was power, so why wasn’t he? It was maddening, honestly, but he didn’t want Remus to think-

Sirius threw the cake down, rubbing his hands over his face.

He didn’t know what he didn’t want Remus to think. That he would invade any space he chooses just because he can? Yes. But he could so why shouldn’t he?

Sirius stood. He wanted answers. Why shouldn’t he get them?

The stairs practically wailed under his feet and he heard Remus still. He turned into a small, nearly bare bedroom almost immediately as he followed the sound—or lack of. He hoped his reaction didn’t register on his face. The room was sad, and drab, and positively wretched. He didn’t know how Remus lived in here much less slept at night.

“Who said you could come up here?”

Sirius turned his gaze away from Remus’ bedroom and to the boy himself. Remus stood in the center on a small, threadbare rug that could hardly pass for more than an old dishtowel in Sirius’ opinion. His arms were wrapped protectively around himself and he was red from his cheeks to his neck, a dark embarrassed flush that made him look positively endearing and livid at the same moment.

Sirius stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the moldy door frame, “You left without explanation, I came-“

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to follow.”

Sirius shook his head, mind reeling, “I don’t understand.”

“Oh,” Remus scoffed, “There’s a first.”

Sirius, to his surprise, flooded with hurt rather than anger at the insult. He didn’t want to lash out, not like he usually did. But he wanted it to stop. He took a deep breath through his nose.

“Why, are you so angry?”

“Because-“ Remus gestured wildly at Sirius who looked down at himself, trying to pinpoint something that he could have done. He looked back up, bewildered, when Remus failed to elaborate.

Remus’ cheeks were pink his eyes burning, “You can’t just waltz in everywhere like you own the place!”

“I do own the place!” Sirius burst, confusion slowly giving way to the familiar burning flare of his temper.

“That doesn’t give you the right!”

“I-“ He snapped his mouth shut. His hands were fists at his side. He felt deep, dark shame spread through his chest, snuffing anything else out in its path. His straightened, “I know that.”

He dropped his gaze from Remus’ who was still breathing hard, “I know that.”

Remus turned away too, bracing his hands against the splintering desk on the far wall and not saying a word.

Sirius wanted to take it back. He’d foreseen this reaction and carried it out anyway. Why?


Sirius swallowed.

Remus’ knuckles were white against the wood and he stiffened when Sirius took a step forward so he took two backwards instead, “I apologize.” After the evening they’d spent together, the words felt too formal coming out of his mouth but he continued the tone anyway. He didn’t know how to not set Remus off again. He didn’t want to.

“I overstepped. I was… confused. I didn’t mean-“

“I know.” Sirius was surprised at Remus’ voice. It was shaky and unsure. It was hopeless, “I know you didn’t mean it, you never mean it, but you do it and I… I think its best that you go. Just right now, I-“ Remus turned back around, sighing. Sirius’s fingers dug into his palms at the relief that flooded his chest when Remus looked at him, “I don’t know what to say right now, alright? I’m sorry, you’re sorry, let’s just… leave it at that. This is strange enough as it is.”

Sirius blinked, “I didn’t- what about this is strange?”

Remus let out a small, only half humorous laugh, “Really?”

Sirius shuffled, unsure. He didn’t like not knowing, he didn’t like being unsure. But here he was, with Remus, a boy who seemed to be nothing but unfamiliar territory.

“I- I had a fine time tonight. I don’t see what’s so odd.” He clasped his hands behind his back, then unclasped them, the gesture reminding him too much of his father.

Remus looked at him for a moment more, then shook his head, hands going behind him briefly to untie his plain, canvas apron from around his waist, tossing it onto the bed, “Have you forgotten who we are?”

“Of course not.” And then Sirius slipped a little, “Quite hard to given the state of this room.” He trailed off at the end, biting down hard on his tongue, “I- I didn’t-“

“Yeah, you didn’t mean it, right?” Remus’ stare was colder than Sirius had seen it yet, “You really should go.”

The silence in the room was crushing. Sirius tried to straighten his back, to regain some form of composure… but he couldn’t. Not enough, anyway. And he turned quickly on his heels, thundering back down the stairs and up out of the cool kitchen. He ran and didn’t stop until he was leaning back against the shut door of his room. He gazed around at it, breathing hard.

Everything was perfect.

The pillows were fluffed, the sheets turned down. Not a speck of dust. The finest of silk sheets lay waiting for him, the wood bed frame positively shone. The expensively dyed, woven tapestries on the walls showed riches and wealth.

He gulped down air, nails digging into the wood behind him. He’d let himself believe for a moment. He’d let himself think that maybe, just maybe…

A friend.

But here he was, back where he started. In this spotless room, waiting for a future to be mapped out for him. Waiting and simply passing the time. Is that what he’s trying to do with Remus? Yes. Yes, that’s better. It’s better to think of it like that. Just a way to pass the time. Not a friend. A servant. That’s what he is, that’s what James is, that’s what they all are. And he is a king.

He is a king, and a king rules alone.


Sirius stayed quiet as James dressed him, avoiding his curious glances when any attempt at banter or conversation was more or less ignored.

“Mate, the party won’t be that bad. There will be drinks, look at it that way.”

Sirius nodded, busying himself with undoing and re-doing a tie on his sleeve, “I’m sure.”

He heard James still from where he was hanging up a dress jacket from behind him, then sigh, “Alright…”

Sirius closed his eyes briefly at the guilt that flooded his chest. He didn’t want James to think he was angry with him. He wasn’t really all that angry at all. He was confused, he was hurt. He couldn’t seem to say the right thing anyhow so why say anything at all?

“The pub was fine, by the way,” James voice came after a moment, much more guarded than before, “thanks for asking-”

“I’ll take the green instead, actually.” Sirius cut him off before he could try and start another conversation, a conversation Sirius didn’t think he could finish before slipping up and loosing what little distance he’d been able to put between him and his friend in the half hour James had been in his room. He shrugged off the black vest he was wearing and held it out without eye contact, simply trying to keep James busy.

He could feel James looking at him and finally had to look up as well, not wanting to run the risk of appearing childish. They held each other’s gaze for a second before James took the thin velvet garment, turning back to the closet and swiping the green, “Why the sudden change of heart?”

He was not referring to the jacket.

Sirius allowed James to ease the material over his broad shoulders, straightening it with a tug, “Just… thought it would be better.”

He was not referring to the jacket.

A few beats of silence and then he heard James huff out a breath, “Well then. Okay.” Sirius turned around nodding as James eyed him somewhat too knowingly. Sirius knew he knew something was up. Instead of pressing, however, James just spread his hands then let them drop back to his sides, slapping against his pants, “Right, enjoy your party, feast, ball, whatever it is.”

“Not likely.”

James smirked at the same time Sirius did and there it was. The friendship leaking through the cracks. Sirius cursed himself for letting it, and thanked god that it was there in the first place. He straightened.

“I’ll let you know if I need anything. I assume you won’t be waitering?”

“McGonagall said they had enough so, no.” James pushed his hands into his pockets.

Sirius nodded. McGonagall, head of the downstairs, always on top of things. Sirius had always liked her despite what his mother said about her habits and dress.

“Right, okay.”

James nodded back, and was turning to go when he halted, hand on the door nob, and turned, “Sirius?”

No, no, just leave, James. Sirius chanted at him in his head. He would slip up again. James was all he had and he would slip up again, “Hm?”

James tilted his head a little, “Are you okay?”

Sirius exhaled a shaky breath, closing his eyes. Because of course. James, all he had, his first and only friend, and the only person to ever ask him that, ever. He savored it, he let it melt the walls away. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d even tried properly—wasn’t sure he could try properly, but he couldn’t shut him out. Not James.

“Sirius?” Worry clouded James’ voice now.

Sirius opened his eyes and nodded quickly, “Yes. Yes, fine. Just…” He tok a breath, words coming out with his exhale, exhausted, “you know how I get at these things.”

James nodded slowly, as if weighing it for truthfulness, “Right.” He turned to go but turned once more, “You’d say, wouldn’t you? You’d tell me if it was more?”

Sirius melted a little more. Care and kindness was not something he was experienced with, and he fumbled to handle it each and every time. His conscious screamed a few things that his mind didn’t quite comprehend yet.

I’m so lonely I can barely stand it.

Everything I need is right here. Everything I want is right here and so far.

I’m a king and he’s not.

That last was especially dangerous. He didn’t know what would happen if he let that one come to full comprehension.

“Sure. ‘course.” Sirius bit the inside of his bottom lip, “Of course I would, James. Have a good night, yeah?”

James flashed him an uneasy grin and left fully this time, door shutting softly behind him.

Sirius let out a breath he had been holding. His sheets were silk. His crown was pure gold. His clothes were the finest all around. His cellar was full of riches and coin. His home was a castle. His birthright was a country and a beautiful queen.

And yet, at that moment, he would have traded it all for a bit of plain chocolate cake and the sandy hair and kind smile that went with it. And he didn’t know why. He knew which should be more promising, but he also knew which one actually was.

He left for the party with heavy feet and a conflicted mind.


The party was brilliant and soft. The lanterns shone out against the dusky sky and laughter filled the summer garden. The patterns in the paper placed around the candles cast intricate patterns on the guest’s faces, making them seem to be a part of the flowers that surrounded them. Sirius wished he could enjoy it all more, honestly, he did. He lived for summer evenings. But his mother was cackling at his elbow, his brother sulking at his other, and his father downing scotch after scotch across from him, all while pretentious dukes and nobles and their wives laughed and practically bowed on the spot. Anything to gain favor. Sirius stood, back straight to avoid a glare and nails digging painfully into his neck, but it was all he could do to not slap the lot of them. But he had become fluent in the art of restraint early in his life. For many reasons.

He turned to Regulus, seeking at least some refuge, “Fancy a swim tomorrow?”

Regulus didn’t even look at him, “Not particularly.”

Sirius blinked, staring at his little brother for too long. His mind played images of them only a few years ago, snorting at the table and sneaking off from parties to some mischief. For the life of him, Sirius couldn’t say what had gone wrong. Another question, it seemed, the royal blood did not get him the answer to.

He sighed, turning away, “Right then. Nice of you to let me down lightly.”

Regulus glared sharply at him but turned away again, wordless.


Sirius’ stomach clenched at his mother’s voice—the singsong one she used in company. He flicked the corners of his lips up almost on instinct, turning towards the sound and whoever it was he was meant to greet. He nearly lost the slapped on smile, however, when he saw who that was.

“Sirius, darling, meet Anthea. Anthea Cerberus. You know the family…” His mother muttered the last part in his ear.

Sirius stared at the young girl for a moment. She looked around his age, maybe a few years younger. Her eyes were practically black against the swirling pattern of light that a lantern was slanting across her face, and although Sirius knew it was the lighting darkening the brown irises, it unnerved him. She looked soft and flush, just like the rest of the guests, but her gaze did not. Sirius listed off what he knew in his head. His age, female, introduced to him by his mother who followed the introduction by hissing a reminder of her status in his ear. Sirius gulped down the dread that was rising in his chest.

“Ms. Cerberus-“

“Oh, do call her Anthea, boy!”

Sirius grit his teeth, letting the pleasure he took in the slip up of his mother’s tone into his veins. He took the hand she was presumptuously offering, “Anthea. Pleasure is mine.”

She let out a little laugh, biting on her lip in a way that he was sure was suppose to look sweet, “I’m sure.”

He scoffed ever so softly under his breath, “Are you?”

Sirius flinched at the familiar dig of his mother’s nails onto the flesh where his neck met his shoulder. His back straightened instinctively and his heart picked up. They retreated, and he could feel the sharp sting where the crescent shapes had broken skin.

“Anthea lives just in Akeldama. You know Akeldama.” The queen’s voice was back and strong, dripping with false adoration.

“Oh yes, wonderful hunting.” Sirius had never been hunting in his life and never would if he could help it.

“Quite right!” She fanned herself with the small embroidered fan she held. Two snakes with entertained necks blinked at Sirius from the stitching, “Perhaps one day you can catch me something. Something… big and bloodied.” Her eyes had lit up in a way that made Sirius want to positively run.

“Yes…” He swallowed, keeping the smile up, “Perhaps-“

Sirius broke off, a movement from just beyond the lights catching his eye. He wasn’t even sure how he noticed it until he realized what exactly he was looking at. A face peaking out from between trees. More importantly, a face with a nose that sloped up just a bit at the end and caramel hair.

Sirius blinked a few times, then turned back to Anthea, knowing he had paused for too long to appear normal but attempting to recover anyway, “Yes, absolutely. Perhaps, in the meantime, I can offer you…” He glanced over to the dessert table, “something sweet?”

She giggled, although it didn’t sound like a giggle. It was horribly high pitched and came out through her nose.

“Oh yes, please.”

He left the girl and his mother, who were gushing about his gentlemanly actions, with no plan on returning.

He weaved through the crowds of people towards the long table that was laden to the brim with sweets and cakes and puddings. He nicked a plate and started from one end. He made his way through the table, taking two of every dessert that visibly contained or that he knew to contain any form of chocolate. When he was done, the plate was only just nearing too piled and he looked at it with satisfaction. If anything qualified as a piece offering, this was it. With a last glance towards where he could just see the tops of his mother and Anthea’s heads, he disappeared from under the lights, arcing around the trees, which he knew to ring a small clearing, where he had seen Remus’ face moments earlier.

He walked briskly until he was at the opposite edge of the clearing, fully able to see Remus’ back as he watched the party from the safety of the trees. His hands were pressed to the bark of the one to his left, wrapping around it and letting his temple rest against it. Sirius thought he heard soft humming in time to the music. Sirius took quiet, slow, steps until he was just behind Remus.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage,

“A fairy’s ring.” Remus jumped out of his skin and Sirius grinned, “That’s what they call this.”

Remus let out a huff that could have been a laugh and turned, “Jesus fucking…”

“It’s suppose to have powers… of some sort.” Sirius interrupted him and pretended to look around at the darkening trees, the lights of the party only just filtering through them, when really he was watching Remus from the corner of his eye. Finally, he shrugged, eyes falling back on Remus fully, “If you believe in that sort of thing.”

Remus stood there quietly, watching Sirius with guarded eyes. When he said nothing, Sirius strode forward the last few steps to see the party as Remus had seen it, from between the trees. He spied his mother with her crown and cape almost instantly. You could not hear her cackle or falseness from here. You could not hear the snide, narrow-minded comments from here. You could not smell the reek of alcohol off his father from here. They all looked so happy from here. He wondered if Remus knew the truth.

“Looks quite lovely, doesn’t it?”

There was a few more beats of silence, until he felt Remus step up beside him, felt the warmth of his skin, “Yes. But you know that.”

His voice was guarded. The coolness stirred something in Sirius, some strange desire to do whatever he could to get rid of it. He thought of Remus in front of the oven that evening after swimming. He had felt so completely alone that day, floating in the center of the lake. But with Remus and his pink cheeks and freckled nose, he’d felt… cured? He didn’t know. Sirius shifted, clearing his throat, “I was making conversation.”

“You struggle with that.”

“With you, yes.” Sirius sighed. Again, he seemed to have stepped wrong.

He felt Remus stiffen beside him, then shift away to lean against the tree again. The heat of his skin had been distracting in a way that Sirius was sure it shouldn’t be, and was even more so now that it had gone.

Sirius tensed at the thought, the sudden want in his chest to regain that contact, and at his fingers tightening around the plate in his hands, he remembered what he was holding. He turned, holding it out wordlessly.

Remus looked down at it, eyes wide and blinking rapidly, then looked at Sirius with the same questioning stare.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to say…” Sirius hesitated. In reality, he couldn’t really remember what he had said to make Remus leave in the first place, “I meant not offense,” He settled on instead, “and I know you like chocolate, so… think of it as a peace offering. I hear the chocolate cake is divine.”

Remus’ mouth twitched upward at that and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitantly taking the plate.

I want to give him more. I want him to look at me like that again.

“I’ve… I’ve never had half of these.”

Sirius blinked, “You make all of these.”

“For you.” Remus laughed, actually laughed, and then caught himself, stuttering, “I mean for the upstairs. I mean- you know, your family.”

Sirius felt knocked askew at the guilt that rushed suddenly through him, “Oh. Well, we can sit. Or- you can sit. If you prefer.”

“No. No, it’s alright.” Remus nearly mumbled it and he dropped quickly to the ground. The light from the party cast soft shadows through the leaves against Remus’ face as he looked up at Sirius. It was better than the patterns of the lanterns and Sirius wished he could capture it somehow, “We can sit.”

He nodded, then sat too, shifting so he was shoulder to shoulder with Remus again, unable to resist feeling the warmth once more.

They sat quietly for the most part, picking at the chocolate, Remus occasionally commenting and Sirius occasionally agreeing. He didn’t take anything unless Remus offered it to him, something that he found took some restraint. He wasn’t use to being denied such trivial things. Eventually Remus scooted until he was turned around, and merely nodded in the direction of the party when Sirius raised an eyebrow. He wanted to watch. Sirius rubbed his cold shoulder softly before catching himself. He could have sworn Remus was watching the gesture, but when he really looked Remus’ eyes had darted away. The lights flickered through the leaves against his face, casting soft patterns. He offered Sirius a round truffle and Sirius took it.

He rolled it between his fingers, coating them in the bitter cocoa dust, “You like watching the dancing.”

“And you can’t cook an egg.” Remus said through a cherry sponge cake, “Anything else we’ve learned about each other?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly, smile playing at his mouth, “Yes.”

“Oh, really?”

Sirius leaned forward, elbows on his knees, “You aren’t afraid to correct me.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, taking the truffle back that Sirius had yet to eat, “You aren’t afraid to insult me.” He popped it into his mouth, “So, you’re basically saying I’m head strong and can’t dance. Anything else?”

Sirius sighed, letting his head fall back against the rough tree bark, looking at Remus threw his eyelashes, eyelids hooded, “Well. I could teach you.”

Remus dropped the sponge cake onto the grass, just missing the plate, “Wh.. Sorry?”

Already Sirius’ chest was warming at the thought. The burning desire to have Remus’ palm against his almost scared him, “I could teach you. To dance. You said you knew of the Summer’s Waltz.”

“Knew of. As in can’t actually do it.” Remus’ neck was flushed with unsureness.

“Yes,” Sirius drew out the word, pushing himself up, dusting his hands off on his pants, and then offering one to Remus, “And I could teach you. As in assist you until you know it.” He added the last part playfully.

Remus just looked up at Sirius, eyes raking up and down his figure and then flicking momentarily down to his own, “I’m not wearing shoes.”

Sirius considered this, then looked down. He glanced up at Remus repeatedly, smirking at the shocked expression on his face as he undid his own boots, letting the grass cool his feet. He held out his hand once more, “Neither am I.”

Remus couldn’t describe that feeling in his chest as he slowly reached out and pressed his fingers around Sirius’. It was delight. It was want. It was dread.

“You’re very persistent.” Remus grumbled.

Sirius pulled Remus up, smiling at the soft noise Remus made with the effort. The smile wavered at just how perfect the weight of Remus’ palm felt in his. He frowned slightly at their hands. He didn’t know why he was so persistent. He didn’t know why he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He looked over his shoulder, at the blurry lights of the party. He knew why he didn’t want to ask Anthea to dance. Because she was rude, and she was ghastly, and she gnawed on her lip in an attempt to be flirtatious. He turned back to Remus, eyes falling on their hands and then his face. Remus looked nervous, and he was biting his lip, but this time it made Sirius’ chest seize up. Sirius let out a breath.

Alliances must be made, Sirius.

He knew he shouldn’t want this. He’d learned… he’d thought he’d learned to control it. He’d flirted with the servant girls, even taken some of them back to his room in an attempt to prove a point, more to himself than others. He’d liked it, being with them, but he hadn’t… enjoyed it. Not exactly.

But he wanted to teach Remus to dance. He wanted to hold his hand.

And he was a prince. Why shouldn’t he have, at least for a moment, what he wants?

He realized he had been standing there far to long only when Remus started to clear his throat and pull away.

“Um. If you’ve changed your mind-“

“No.” Sirius said quickly, “No. No, I haven’t I was just-“ He was caught off guard momentarily as Remus stopped attempting to extract his hand and it settled comfortably back into Sirius’, “I was just planning.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Planning?”

Sirius took a step forward, “Of sorts. Now,” Sirius took Remus’ other hand and pressed it gently to the shoulder of his arm not holding Remus’ other hand, “I’ll lead, so you’ll have to be the girl.”

Remus kicked Sirius’ shin and Sirius let out a loud fall of laughter, delighted that the joking side of Remus was back.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat as his laughter died down, “And I have my hand,” he tried to ignore the thrumming of his heart as he pressed his other hand to the small of Remus’ back, “here.” They were so close now that Remus stumbled forward, stepping on Sirius’ bare toes. He flushed but said nothing of it.

“Good?” Sirius said softly, looking down at Remus. He could feel the puffs of his breath against his neck and swallowed.

Remus looked up at him quickly, like he was taking a risk, and then straight again, eyes level with Sirius’ lips, “Good.” He coughed a little, “Next step?”

Sirius smiled, “You make it sound like we’re in the kitchen, cooking something.”

Remus flashed his eyes up again, lingering a little longer this time, and offering a smile of his own. He adjusted his hand and it ended up pressed closer to Sirius’, “Is it really that different?”

Sirius tried not to tighten his grip, “Suppose not, no…”

“So? Steps?”

Sirius jolted a little, “Yes- Yes. Yes, steps. Right.”

It was easier than Sirius had expected. Remus followed carefully and precisely for the most part, having an easier time of it once Sirius told him to step forward whenever he stepped back and vise versa. They laughed a little at small mistakes, but other than that it was only Sirius murmuring soft instructions and counting under his breath, a sound only accompanied by the settling wind in the trees. Sirius savored the way their eyes followed each other, the way only their wrists touched when the spun, and how they came back together nearly seamlessly.

Finally, Sirius lifted their hands up, pressing their fingers together until they were palm against palm, practically nose to nose, the final movement. Remus was looking at him this time, chin having to tilt upwards a little, lips parted.

“Like that?” He could feel Remus’ uneven breathing.

“Yes.” Sirius was sure his was the same. He almost couldn’t focus on the words. Remus’ hand was smooth, with a few working callouses littering the crest of his palm. His eyes were golden in the nearly faded light. “Just like that.”

Just like that. Just like that Sirius felt it in every cell of his body. His heart pumped it through his veins, his mind sparked it through his limbs. He wanted to kiss Remus. He wanted to so badly.

He stepped back, and the want dragged like a hook in his chest, attempting to drag him painfully forward once more.

“Just like that.” Sirius bent to pull his shoes back on, to hide the rapid rising of his chest, the flush on his neck, the panic and need in his eyes.

“Oh.” Sirius could see the way Remus’ now empty hand was opening and closing a few times, stretching the fingers out, “Well. Maybe once more-“

“I should probably get back to the party.” He needed a moment. Just a moment away, to regain his composer.

“Oh.” The hurt in his voice was overpowering, “Right. ‘Course you do.”

Sirius straightened, eyes almost pleading, “Not like that.” Please don’t be angry with me.

Remus turned back around sharply from where Sirius hadn’t realized he’d turned away, “Not like what?” His tone was almost… hopeful.

Sirius had never felt so conflicted in his life. The party lights were no longer beautiful, instead they felt like they were burning into the back of his neck. He wanted to stay here, in the cool, softness of this clearing with Remus. Maybe the so-called powers could trap them there, together.

He rushed forward, closing the few steps between them and took Remus’ hand again, pressing it between his own. If he had to go back to the party, he at least needed this.

“Come to the lake tomorrow. The one on the south grounds. Can you manage? At noon.”

When Remus nodded Sirius felt a wild relief. He very well could have kissed him again.

“Say it back so I know you’ll remember.”

Remus blinked. How on earth could he forget? He said it anyway, “Lake. South grounds. Noon.”

Tomorrow.” Sirius repeated urgently.

“Tomorrow.” Remus repeated once more, standing there until Sirius disappeared into the crowd of royals, hand warm and heart thumping.

superfatmatt  asked:

Hey Jordan, what is your opinion on cheat days?

Look I tell everyone this when they are losing weight


just like


its what you do consistently that counts.

Cheat days aren’t just about taking a break from dieting. They actually HELP you lose fat. Lemme explain

There is a hormone called Leptin in your body aka the “Anti Starvation Hormone”. It plays a massive role in your fat loss. Its main function was to conserve energy and fat in times of famine so you did not die. But you’re not dying, you’re just eating less than what your body needs in a day and that makes leptin drop. This is important because when your leptin levels are high Its easier to burn fat, but when they are low it slows your fat loss down. This is why people who think “oh i lost 50 lbs oh i dont wanna cheat ever again” have trouble losing those last 5 lbs.

CHEAT DAYS ARE SO FRIGGIN NECESSARY if you want to continue making results as they assure your body that you are not starving and rise those leptin levels again so you can keep losing weight. GO CRAZY On your cheat days but make sure you only do them ONCE a week, some people fall off and start friday and end Monday. that is not going to help you at all. So there you go I hoped I eased your mind haha, put a cheat day in there once a week and your results will be even greater.
Now enjoy your feast if its today haha


Well, I can’t describe the frustration for the quality of the captures.
Yesterday the quality of the set of Misha was way better than these.
But again, I made these for me, and frankly the process of edition is more than satisfactory.
And I like to share these with my followers, dean!Girls and whomever that find this images worthy of their blogs, or just for the mere possibility to watch this beautiful man passing by your dash.
Tomorrow, I will share the rest of the JJ set and Jared.
Please enjoy. And feast your eyes with Jensen Ackles.

anonymous asked:

I heard a rumor that Subby is called subby because that's his deepest desire.

“I will throw you to my hounds, and enjoy your screams as they feast on living flesh.”

A New Court, Chapter XIII

Read the first 12 parts here!

Here it is! As promised! Ooh, it’s almost over! I can’t believe this, there’s only three or four more chapters left. Whatever am I going to do without you guys?

The morning of our intended attack dawned bright and clear, and an icy wind swept across the Night Court.

I was dressed in a frothy, spring green gown, and Mor had the foresight to give me a small crown of pink cherry blossoms—an outfit I might have thought was pretty, had I been wearing it for Rhys, or for a celebration of spring in the Night Court. But I was not. I was wearing this outfit for an enemy—for the High Lord of the Spring Court and the cruel king he sold us all out to.

I adjusted the matching cherry blossom belt twined around my waist…or, rather, around my stomach. It had been a couple months since we first came up with our plan to infiltrate the Spring Court, once and for all, and flush out the King of Hybern and his men. Amren was furious that I was jumping onto a battlefield at eight months pregnant, but Rhys…Rhys thought I could do it.

To be sure, he was nervous. He tried to hide that from me, but I felt him toss and turn beside me in bed every night. I saw him rise before the sun and pace in our bathroom. The sheer amount of chamomile tea he was drinking was enough to tell me of his anxiety.

But no one else could do this.

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I’m Yours

Pairing:  Thor x Reader

Warnings:  Some Bucktasha (Not sorry at all)

Key:  (Y/E/C) is your eye color, and as always, (Y/N) is your name.

Requested by:  @ twinkiecal  -  Can you please write a Thor Imagine with major fluff because there aren’t many Thor imagines out there

Author’s note:  I’ve been spending the past few days laying in bed all day not wanting to do anything with my life and wondering what I’m gonna do with 62 requests SO HEY let’s write some fluff who knows maybe it’ll help.  I’ll also decided to try kind of a new style and be more descriptive, let me know what you think.  Also, I hope this was enough fluff I was kinda blanking for a while and I hope what I came up with will suffice.

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(Lord help my soul these gifs are terrible I’m so bad at this)

I’m Yours

“Make haste, my lady.  We’re late as it is.”  Thor reminded you with a low chuckle.

“Sorry!”  You replied quickly.

“Lightning boy is getting a little impatient.”  Natasha said with a smirk.

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Evil Queen Art Nouveau style a'la me!This has been a trip! I had a vision and this was pretty much it :D

The Cardinal: The cardinal makes a fantastic animal totem. It reminds us to hold ourselves with pride - not ego pride. Rather, the cardinal asks us to stand a little taller, be a bit more regal, step into our natural confidence as if we were born to lead with grace and nobility. The crimson cardinal has got some major spunk. He will aggressively defend his territory, and fight attackers with ferocity.

The Calla Lily: ‘Calla’ is Greek for magnificent beauty. Lust and passion. Used in glamor spells for beauty as well as for fertility and necromancy (freaky haha). Symbol of love and attraction. Elegant and sophisticated, Desire and bravery… you get the gist ;)

Apple blossoms: Are ideal symbols of love, youth, beauty and happiness. In terms of color symbolism, the pink color, which is a modified red, encourages action, motion, courage and passion. Pink is also gentler and more appropriate for healing. Pink can be used in art symbolism to relieve depression. Renewal of strenght. The secondary symbolism of apple blossoms is the fire energy associated with the pink color. Fire connotes warmth, passion and relationships. Fire creates enthusiasm. Images with fire symbolism are appropriate for supporting romance and idealistic endeavors.

The Feather is ofc taken from Lana and the poem ’“Hope” is the thing with feathers’ by Emily Dickinson

There’s a lot to read about symbolism and it’s fun :)
(sorry for the long text I thought it was important)

henshinanigans  asked:

Hey Jax! I've been following you for a while and you've inspired me to do #20daysofsweat too! I just wanted to ask about cheat days. What are they for exactly? wouldn't it be better to eat clean 24/7????

Look I tell everyone this when they are losing weight


just like


its what you do consistently that counts.

Cheat days aren’t just about taking a break from dieting. They actually HELP you lose fat. Lemme explain

There is a hormone called Leptin in your body aka the “Anti Starvation Hormone”. It plays a massive role in your fat loss. Its main function was to conserve energy and fat in times of famine so you did not die. But you’re not dying, you’re just eating less than what your body needs in a day and that makes leptin drop. This is important because when your leptin levels are high Its easier to burn fat, but when they are low it slows your fat loss down. This is why people who think “oh i lost 50 lbs oh i dont wanna cheat ever again” have trouble losing those last 5 lbs.

CHEAT DAYS ARE SO FRIGGIN NECESSARY if you want to continue making results as they assure your body that you are not starving and rise those leptin levels again so you can keep losing weight. GO CRAZY On your cheat days but make sure you only do them ONCE a week, some people fall off and start friday and end Monday. that is not going to help you at all. So there you go I hoped I eased your mind haha, put a cheat day in there once a week and your results will be even greater.
Now enjoy your feast if its today haha

Just Imagine

How would some of the KnB characters propose?

You slowly wake up, feeling soft sunlight on your eyelids which was unusual. Since moving in with Murasakibara Atsushi, you’ve become accustomed to waking up only when your alarm would ring as his large frame usually blocked out the sun. The fact that the sunlight could reach you meant that he wasn’t in bed. Gradually coming into conscious, you reached over only to find his spot cold. Now frowning, you lazily rose intent on finding him to get your good morning kiss. As you rubbed your eyes, you noticed a purple note on your nightstand.

Morning __-chin. I forgot to tell you that I’m meeting with the others today. I left you breakfast downstairs. Love you.“ You were definitely awake now, but you were upset. Today marked nine years since you and Atsu had known each other since your first year at Yosen. The two of you along with Tatsuya-senpai, had all moved to Tokyo after graduating from Yosen where the boys opened a string of café’s. After graduating you also took a position in their growing empire, creating unique identities for each café. You head to the kitchen only to find a full breakfast spread with all your favorites on the table with another purple note.

It’s been nine years since the day you gave me your cookies __-chin. I never forget treats, especially ones from you. By the way can you go pick up the new samples we need to taste from each café? Start with Bliss.“

You were slightly mollified, but still peeved. Even if you appreciated his efforts, what you really wanted was to spend time with him. But it clearly it couldn’t be helped. You enjoyed your breakfast feast, and prepared to go pick up the samples. There were a total of seven cafes, so you knew this would probably take all day.

Even though you weren’t feeling great you decided to dress cutely in an attempt to pick up your mood. Driving to Bliss you reveled in the warm and mild weather, and decided that you would enjoy your day. Secretly making up your mind to enjoy all the treats you wanted without getting any for Atsu.

Upon reaching Bliss, you headed towards the kitchen and greeted the staff. They pointed out a small box with a pink ribbon and a purple note on top. It seemed smaller than the normal samples but you figured it must be a special item, and after saying your good byes you left taking the box with you. Reading the note when you got into the car you could only sigh.

Thank you __-chin, Sweet Treats is next.“ Of course it had to be the café farthest from your current location, but you complied knowing that there was probably a reason it was set up the way it was. Tatsuya-senpai was very methodical and relatively reasonable, and he was likely to be the one to set up your course for the day. 

As you continued travelling to each café, you continued to collect the small boxes with colorful ribbons, each coupled with a purple note that provided you with the next location. First it was pink, then red, then yellow, green, light blue, dark blue, and finally purple. You didn’t expect a note on the purple box, it was the last stop and you figured you would only need to bring all the boxes home. By then it was late, nearing dinner time and you were hoping that Atsu would have returned to the apartment by now. Sighing, you read the note and became baffled.

__-chin, can you bring all the boxes to the park?“ Although he didn’t specify which, you knew it was the one the Kiseki no Sedai frequented whenever they met up to play basketball. At this point you just wanted to be finished and spend some time with Atsu. As you headed towards the park you planned to steal him away the moment you got there.

Arriving at the park you blinked once, then twice. You rubbed your eyes but the scene in front of you didn’t dissipate. The ground of the park’s front entrance was covered in flower petals, perfectly scattered resembling a pathway. At first you thought that someone was planning an event for someone else, and headed for the other park entrance when Satsuki popped out of nowhere.

"No __-chan! You need to go this way!" Proceeding to drag you along the petal path. As the two of you began approaching the center of the park, you noticed a gazebo in the distance. You knew that wasn’t at the park when you were here yesterday, and it only served to confuse you further. Satsuki pushed you into the gazebo where your eyes immediately locked into Atsu’s violet gaze.

__-chin, have you opened any of the boxes yet?“ Bewildered, you could only shake your head. He sighed in relief, and his eyes shifted from being tense to showing uncertainty.

You should open them now.“ You slowly unravelled the pink ribbon first. Inside was a single cupcake with the letter ’M' in pink frosting.Looking up you realized that Atsu wasn’t holding any snacks, his hands were clenched tightly and his eyes were following your every movement. Completely baffled you continued to unravel the rest of the ribbons, finding more cupcakes and more letters. A red ‘A’, and a yellow ‘R’, you paused momentarily when you reached the green 'R’. It couldn’t be. You took a breath and continued. A light blue 'Y’ confirmed your thoughts. Opening a dark blue ’M’, your eyes began to water. But when you opened the box with the purple ribbon you found it empty.

Your heart dropped, did you hope for too much? The tears that had been building in your eyes spilt over, and you began silently crying. A soft cough caught your attention, and turning your head you saw Atsu on one knee holding the final cupcake in one hand, a purple 'E’, the other holding a black box cushioning an Amethyst ring. 

Don’t cry __-chin, it was Kisechin’s idea. I’ll crush him later. Marry me, __-chin. There’s no one else for me but you. Marry me.“ It wasn’t the way you imagined the moment would be, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. You were barely able to choke out a yes when you were swooped into a passionate kiss. You barely registered the cold sensation of Atsu slipping the ring onto your ring finger, focusing to reciprocate his kiss with fervor.

Do you want me to crush Kisechin now __-chin?“


HAPPY ULTIMATE CHEAT DAY TO ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE!! Go enjoy the time with friends and family but get that extra workout in so you enjoy your #feast even more 💪😘 #thanksgiving #happythankgiving #fitness #training #food #me #eat #family #friends #love #turkey

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New makeup look. Based this one off the logo for Achievement Hunter with a bit of a punk rock vibe thrown in. I am quite proud of how it turned out. 

Also all the makeup used was purchased at the drugstore! So yes, you can do awesome looks without leaving Target. You just have to practice!