The Emperor Undying, The Kindly Prince, Necroslut Prime.

James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.

He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.

Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.

Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?

There.

James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.

More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.

He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.

He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.

His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.

“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.

James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

This silly little doodle was born from a hilarious convo with the wonderful @orangez3stt / @manilovewater ! You’re the best, vod 🥰

Inspo meme below the cut!

For the consideration of TLT artists: Judith murdering Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi but it’s Mercymorn killing John with Augustine as the maid servant

gemmadevon reghabicobel gemmahelly devonreghabi these are literally all so big brained and severance is too homophobic and white dude brained to do any

Kittywater date night. Making a collage about the Drak Lord.

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James and Sirius would be using the mirror and when they get interrupted (not sex, they're just talking) by one of James's parents coming into his room, Sirius would fake a loud, shameless and girly moan, which results in James slamming down the mirror so hard it almost cracks, which ends the mirror connection.

Mia/Monty does indeed think he's watching porn and it results in an awkward silence, then a flustered, stuttering James trying to explain himself, which makes him look even more suspicious.

Sirius is losing his shit, cackling on the other side.

...after so many similar incidents, with Sirius pulling the same joke, James eventually learns to end the mirror connection to not give him the opportunity.

It’s so hard being someone who loves canon Sirius Black and going into the Sirius Black tag only to see posts about w*lfstar and j*gulus, along with the worst takes I’ve ever read in my entire life.

Honestly, with all due respect, a lot of you are a bit stupid, yes.

im combining my two favourite lesbian-cannibal series:

the locked tomb x yellowjackets

necro (cav)

II: Mel (Gen)

III: Shauna (Jackie)

IV: Travis (Javi)

V: Nat (Mari)

VI: Taissa (Van)

VII: Akilah (Krystal/Kristen)

VIII: Misty (Ben)

IX: Lottie (Laura Lee)

Resurrection Beast: The Wilderness

Lyctors: necros who survive to see the adult timeline (save taivan who create a paul scenario)

Sirius would be one of those evil men who end arguments by saying "let's agree to disagree" or "it is what it is" when he's objectively wrong