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messers-moony · 3 years

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Stella | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Reader

Summary: Stella brings light to many situations to the people she is surrounded with.

The little girl on her lap gasped and rushed to the door as it opened, “Daddy!”

Y/n jumped up from her place on the couch, grabbing her four-year-old daughter, “Hey, not yet. Daddy’s hurting, okay?”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” Remus grunted at Sirius, and James helped him inside, “You sure?” Y/n questioned.

He nodded, and Y/n let her daughter go, running straight first to hug her father, “You’re home!”

“I am home, baby girl.”

Y/n exchanged looks with James and Sirius, “He’ll be okay. Not the worst night we’ve had.”

“Thank you both. Do you want anything?”

“We’re okay.”

James huffed, “I have to get back to Lily and Harry. I'll make sure we stop by soon, okay?”

“Of course.” Y/n smiled as James apparated out, “Siri? How about you?”

“Mind if I crash, sis?” Sirius asked sheepishly, “Never.” Y/n smiled.

Stella let go of her father and then turning to her uncle, “Uncle Siri!”

“Hey, little girl!” Sirius smiled, pulling her into his arms as Y/n dragged Remus to the couch.

Remus had his back to their brown fabric couch. He was grunting and groaning upon impact. Y/n rushed for her wand that remained in the kitchen and taking off her husband's shirt—occasionally moving his hair out of his face and holding his hand. Sirius had thankfully occupied Stella for the time being.

“How was it?” Y/n asked as she whispered incantations on the scratches along his body, “Could’ve been worse.” Remus replied.

Y/n deadpanned, “Seriously though, how was it?”

“Awful, dreadful, painful? Is that what you’d like to hear?”

“I’d like to hear the honest answer, so, yes.”

After a couple of minutes, Sirius had taken Stella upstairs to the guest bedroom - Sirius’ bedroom - to keep her diligent instead of seeing her father bloodied up on their couch. It broke Y/n’s heart to see him in pain like this; nonetheless, their own daughter who seemed to be having the same issue.

After he was finally done, Y/n lifted his head to sit on the couch, his head on her thighs, “How- How was Stella?”

“She was very achy tonight.” Y/n answered, “Headaches, body pain, very fussy. More so than usual.”

“Great.” Remus chuckled bitterly, “Now you have two of us to take care of.”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “Hey, don’t ever think about it that way. You’re my family, and I love taking care of you both. We knew that having children this was possible. Now let’s do the thing your father couldn’t. Let’s love Stella regardless.”

“Let’s show her that who she is isn’t a monster. Let’s be those parents that give her love unconditionally. I know - and it pains me to say this - that you didn’t have that growing up, especially with your father, so please, let’s love Stella.”

Remus nodded, “I’d never leave you guys.”

“Stella will need you - you more than anyone.” Y/n added, “You need to be here, for both of us.”

“Of course, I’d never leave you or my baby girl.”

Y/n smiled softly. Thankful to hear those words. It would be so easy for him to walk away right now. But he wouldn’t, and those words meant absolutely everything to her. Stella only had her parents and Sirius.

Along with her fake uncle James and aunt Lily. But since Lyall - Remus’ father - didn’t like associating with his son due to his condition. And poor Hope, who didn’t know what was going on. They had never met their grandchild.

They met their daughter-in-law once. Hope was such a doll and so sweet. Lyall was a disaster. From the moment they stepped into the house, he was arguing with Remus about something. Both men were so stubborn, so hot-headed. It was nearly impossible to get them to agree on something. But when Lyall finally gave in and called Remus a disgrace, Y/n pulled him out of the house as fast as she could.

Y/n had been called those words, those words and much worse. So had Sirius, for that matter. It meant something entirely different to see it from the outside rather than being the person getting insulted. Y/n saw the way Remus’ fists bunched together and how his jaw clenched. Something terrible was going to happen if Y/n hadn’t taken him out of that situation.

“I love you, Moony.”

Remus smiled drowsily, “I love you too, Mrs.Moony.”

He had fallen asleep on her lap, and Y/n stayed awake just in case he needed anything. After an hour, she heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Sirius, her twin brother, coming down, and he sat on the armchair beside them.

“Wheres Stella?”

��Asleep. Tickled her right to bed.” Sirius answered, “More inconveniently on my bed.” He added.

Y/n snickered, “You can sleep in our bed if you’d like. I don’t think he’ll be moving very soon.”

“No thanks.” Sirius grimaced, “Don’t wanna know what his hormones are like during his furry time.”

At that, she broke into a full laugh, “It’s times like these where I feel like we’re still teens at Hogwarts.”

“Me too, sis.”

It was silent for a while. The only thing being echoed was the cracking from the fireplace—some of Remus’ snores being added into the mixture of sounds. Sirius stared solemnly at the red flames inside the brick canister.

“Do you- Do you miss him?”

“Everyday.” Y/n replied, “Every single day, I wake up and pray that he’ll owl me.”

Sirius sighed, “I feel like I’ve had no time to grieve.”

“Why?”

“I might be doing it on purpose, I dunno.” Sirius responded, “I consume all my time with Stella or Harry, so I don’t have to think about him. But I still do anyway.”

It was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again, “Stella- She- Um- She looks like him.”

“Does she?”

“She does. She really does, and it freaks me out sometimes.” He confessed, “Stella is a female Regulus except with Remus’ hair.”

“It’s scary.”

Y/n chuckled, “I think she’s beautiful.”

“I think maybe that’s why I spend so much time with her.”

“What?”

“She makes me think I’m spending time with Regulus. She looks so much like him that my brain tricks me into thinking she’s him. Like- Like she’s all I have left of him.”

“Sirius, Stella isn’t Regulus.” Y/n admitted, and tears filled Sirius’ eyes, “I know- it’s just- I wish I had more time with him.”

“I know.”

“Sirius, get some sleep, please.” Y/n stated as his eyes began to fall.

Sirius smiled sweetly at her, “Love you, sis.”

“I love you too, Siri.”

Sirius fell asleep on the armchair. Remus asleep on her thighs. Y/n’s hand ran through Remus’ hair while he slept. Light snores echoed throughout the room from Sirius and Remus. The fire crackled in the fireplace, and she felt at peace, despite everything that has happened. Y/n felt so at ease.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld

prompt: “we’re divorced?”

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :) this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died.

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England.

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them.

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions.

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.”

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.”

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light.

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel.

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where.

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips.

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice.

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy.

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her.

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity.

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see.

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his.

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending.

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky.

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-”

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies.

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’.

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.”

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?”

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?”

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart.

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.”

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.” Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty.

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised.

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.”

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.”

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room.

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!”

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?”

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.”

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed.

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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cafeanna · 4 years

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An Unorganized List of Fanfic That Lives in My Brain Rent-Free

(chosen based on how immediately I remembered everything and how often I think about them, but again in no order w/ vague descriptions and rambles):

@sephmeadowes So, this part is a bit of a blurb, but I just love everything Seph writes. I recently provoked her into writing Moonshine which is Lauren/Emmett, and of course, I will plug her newest work Impossible the prequel to her breakdown of vampire lore in Twilight, as well as being Jessica/Edward. Jess won’t let Edward live. No Bella. She does the most. We don’t deserve it.

Also, one million invisible lines bc Caroline and Kol is a ship I associate solely with Seph and she wrote them in every situation beautifully. Also, she took my requests and let me annoy her for the next couple years XD

what’s the story, morning glory? @highgaarden. The TVD & Gossip Girl crossover that I never knew I needed. It’s just so much fun to read. Absolutely delightful. So much so, I used the word delightful. Basically, Nate and Elena are getting married and everyone rises up to put a stop to it. Just the sheer amount of times I read this just to giggle at the same jokes over the years is something else. It’s such an interesting and in character take, it’s truly like the shows blended.

Marrow @actuallydeglace – Naruto: Sakura/Kimimaro. Like?? I didn’t know I needed Kimimaro and Sakura to slowly but beautifully fall in love in Orochimaru’s underground bunker, but now I do? Also, (I know you get this a lot) they single-handedly made me ship both KimiSaku AND KabuSaku? I should be making FUN of Kabuto, not shipping him with Sakura?? Who are you?? Inspired me so much and captivated my attention for weeks.

Bloodsport by vioxxin on ff.net – Tokyo Ghoul: Hide/Kaneki. Like, the only Hide/Kaneki fic I need in my cold heart. It’s been unfinished, but I just have such love for this fic and the author’s descriptions and Hide/Kaneki’s relationship when they haven’t gone to school together, but Kaneki is still a ghoul. I’m not giving it justice, just read it. Sometimes I just reread scenes.

Prime Cut @provocative-envy – HP: Hermione/Scabior. I didn’t know I needed Hermione asking Scabior to be her date to her best friend’s wedding, yet here we are. I’ve read this probably ten times. Envy’s mind is big-brain all the time. Best ideas. Best HP crackships. And GoT ships too!

Green Girl @colubrina – HP: Hermione/Draco. But when I say RENT FREE, I mean, Colubrina has written so many wonderful HP fics, but Green Girl is just holds a special place in my heart. I reread it at the beginning of quarantine. I love Slytherin Hermione and her relationship with Draco, the give and take of the other Slytherins, the way events of the story shift and politics. I love wizard politics. I wish Colubrina nothing but perfect happiness for this fic alone.

Cancel On Me by Purrugly on ff.net – Teen Wolf: Erica Reyes-centric. I love Erica Reyes to this day and only wish we could have gotten more time with her character bc this was PEAK, I say PEAK Erica Reyes content for me. It was such a good breakdown for a character that got so little attention.

The Veil Between @ohmoka – BNHA: TogaChako. Hi moka, SO, my very first Togachako! It seemed so obvious, I love Ochako and I love Toga, of course, I should ship them. However, I didn’t want to, but this fic slowly broke me down and I just fell in love with the idea of them together. The slow turn over of their relationship and spending Halloween together in a graveyard. Inspired me to write my own TogaChako.

All the Ashes in My Wake @modernart2012 – BNHA: NatShig. This feels like a classic to me, honestly. It’s that trope of fake identities and romance, Shigaraki pretends to be someone else to date Natsuo for nefarious means, but feelings start to creep in. ALSO, the first Natshig fic I’ve ever read, so ModernArt, I blame you. I do. It’s been stuck in my mind like a staple ever since. I love it.

take heart (you’re all that I can see) @bittermoonswrites – BNHA: NatShig. Sup? Anyway, THIS NatShig just made me so happy. Moon’s writing is so nice and fluid, I don’t know how they do it. Shigaraki as a ballet dancer is a plus and I loved watching the relationship blossom and develop. Also, the ending which I had to read twice before I could possibly review. I can not wax enough about it, just all the subtle nuances caught me completely.

Red Spider Lilies @seiyuna – HXH: KuroKura. Ohmigod, oh-kay. So, didn’t know I would ever ship this, but now I do and I am absolutely in love with seiyuna’s other krkr works. Just . . . this reincarnation au hits me so different; I love the vignettes. I can feel an epic soundtrack in the background every time these characters look at each other. Also, seiyuna’s smut scenes are just phenomenal.

Chlorine @itsillumi – HXH: KuroKura. So, yeah. This stole my teeth. I can’t bite into anything else for a week. Like, these characters speak and it sears my soul. Chapter one is called flatline and I damn near almost did. I laid on my living room carpet with the Cat for an hour after finishing the last update. I choose death.

[if i tagged you and you don’t want to be tagged let me know.]

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 3 years

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Scars: Year five, Chapter eight

Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: yelling, fighting, cursing, implied depression and anger issues, abandonment issues, crying, tell me if you find more!

A/N:

Cara- darling, beloved, dear, loved one ————————————————————————

Later the next day Mare decided to take Y/n along to shop for her wedding dress, and of course, Remus tagged along as well.

At first he only agreed because she was going but later realized that they had desperately wanted him to get out of the house and see sunlight for once.

Which meant any means necessary to keep him there. ________________________________

" Wait so Mare, aren't James's parents paying for this? Don't we have to meet them or something?"

Y/n walked beside the older girl as she ran her fingers through stacks of fabrics lying on a back table in the store. She doubled back when Mare stopped.

" No, I'm actually making my own dress. I mean, Euphemia and Fleamont are paying for the fabrics but, I'm going to be making it. And I'm making the bridesmaids dresses too."

Mare turned and winked at Y/n as she grasped her hand and motioned for her to feel the fabric in her's.

Remus rolled his eyes at the blissful smile on his sisters face at the feeling of the fabric and had to hold back a grin at the look of Y/n's face in the sunlight.

He hadn't seen just how magnificent her s/c skin could look in the sunlight recently.

She looked stunning.

Her gorgeous h/c hair was simply sparking in the sun and her beautiful e/c irises looked like crystalline in the ravishing sunlight. The scar on her face was now a thin, yet deep line cutting across her face and the colors were no longer molded together but the skin around it had always stayed pink, as if she were blushing.

The color of it however mixed perfectly together with the rich, titian coloring of the sun light streaming through the tinted, glass stained windows of the boutique and- oh good lord the smile in her face, the sparkle in her eyes.

He hadn't seen her seem so carefree in ages. Her skin glowed with happiness, her face and smile, her grin and smirk, every single one of her expressions showed it. They all showed the brightness bubbling inside her heart and mind, soul and body.

And seeing that sight every single morning when he woke up, simply made him fall in love with her again everyday.

Suddenly a pair of fingers came snapping in front of his eyes and Remus almost dropped the stack of fabrics he'd been carrying for the ladies. Mare stood full height before Remus and shook his shoulders lightly.

" Okay little bro, I get it, your girlfriend looks nice, that doesn't mean you can just stare at her the entire time while we walk around. You're creepin her out Rem."

She glanced back over to where Y/n stood on her tippy-toes next her, her head level with Remus's neck.

Remus glanced over to Y/n and saw her biting her lip again, peering at Remus with a inquisitive, saddened look to her face.

" I heard my name, did I do something wrong?"

Y/n looked between the two and before either could speak a word she began to stammer out a string of words that quickly diminished the light and carefree mood, bringing to light something new Remus hadn't accounted for.

" I mean, if I did do something wrong. I- I mean you can yell at me, o-or you could hit me or anything else you felt fitting."

The girl brought her sleeve up to her mouth and began to chew nervously on it, keeping her eyes low by her feet as if in disappointment, lightly rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

" I- I mean, if you feel the need to punish me I won't backtalk, or blame you or anything. If you see a punishment fitting then I must've done something to deserve it."

The two taller ones stood staring down at the girl in shock, Remus hadn't thought of this new possibility. He had merely assumed that if she hadn't remembered how her mother treated her, then she wouldn't've felt the need to act the same way as before. Yet, standing before her now, he realized just how fucking retarded of an idea that was.

Mare quickly pulled Y/n's tottering figure into her arms and wrapped her arms around her frame, lightly stroking her hair and kissing her head as she stared blankly at Remus.

" No, no baby no, you didn't do anything wrong. And we would, we would never hit you okay. Y/n, I don't- I don't care if you can't remember anything like that ever happening but I can assure you we would never do anything like that honey. We would never raise a hand to you, we would never yell at you either, we would never punish you kid."

Mare pulled back and held Y/n at arms length, looking in her eyes, letting her gaze rake over the younger females frame. At the denim jacket she was wearing, at the f/c tank top under it, at the thin mark over her face, at the glassy look to her eyes.

Mare squeezed her shoulder once and pulled her close to kiss her forehead again, simply wrapping her arms around her tight as they stood there.

" You can remember your parents, can't you Y/n? You remember that your mum used to tell you that, you told James and Peter and Sirius and me about that in fourth year..."

Y/n nodded her head slightly at the taller teens voice and moved her arms upward, wrapping them around Mare's torso as she nuzzled her head into the older girls breastplate.

" I can hear mum's voice sometimes. Well, my auntie really, I can't remember what she did but I hear her voice sometimes and I get nightmares about the bad days at home too. But I can't remember anything in detail."

Mare took a deep inhale and exhaled sharply, pulling Y/n back again, holding her at arms length. Her next words seemed cheery sweet and Remus had been the only of them to tell her anger masked beneath.

" Okay so how about this, why don't you go run off and find some flowers, any kind you want, and bring them back here. Just stay where we can see you okay. When we get back home we can talk about this more okay cara."

Y/n, still biting her lip, quickly swiped her sleeve over her eye and nodded, moving off to find a few flowers for Mare. Remus watched as she left and kept an eye on her as she moved around the store, looking for flowers.

Remus knew the exact kind she had been most likely to pick. Blue Delphiniums, Periwinkle, Lobelia, Lilies (she had always felt that they brought comfort) and Roses.

Y/n had always been the type to do things herself, so she made her own perfume (which she didn't often wear and instead let Kayla have, placing bottles by her sisters grave at times), and her own shampoo and conditioner. She had always used those five flowers and fragrances since they'd known her and if you were to get lucky enough, you could smell the scent of the flowers on her.

Remus knew, he just knew, that Y/n would remember those. She had been using those flowers her whole life, they would be bound to have an imprint on her memory.

Godric be damned if she didn't pick those. ________________________________

" Okay so Y/n, I have to go and meet up with someone. Could you possibly stay here and just, help Remus?"

Mare soon recoiled and came back, using hand gestures to talk.

" You know what I mean Y/n, just, y'know, hang out with him some. You two can chat or goof off or something I don't care really just get him up and moving okay. Get him to take a shower and make him eat breakfast, help him clean his bedroom and do some laundry. Just, You know what I mean Y/-'

The younger girl cut in and placed her hands on the elders shoulders.

" Marabella Louraine Rosa Lupin. Stop stressing, I would've stayed here with Rem anyway. I haven't hung out with him in forever. Now do me a favor and go take your boxes to his car, go to your fiancé's arms and take your things okay. You're coming back here later anyway. Now just breath and trust me."

Y/n watched as Mare walked away, hesitation in her face, before she turned and yelped at the sight of Remus standing behind her, a sad and slightly annoyed look to his face.

" I can take care of myself thank-you-very-much."

Remus scowled and crossed his arms over chest.

" If you have something to do then go ahead and do it Y/n. For all means Y/n, don't let the 'mentally ill man' weigh you down. Go ahead and do your thing Y/n, I dare you to go and do something else, you'll just forget what you did an hour from now."

Snide, Anger, Discretion, Disappointment.

Those are the feelings and emotions that laced his words.

His posture showed as such, his voice showed it even more. But the look of pure rage was what best displayed the extravagant mixture of emotions splayed across his frame.

You'd think that his words and flame would've been enough to silence the girl before him. Yet, it was the meaning behind them that only made her anger worse.

" No, Remus what makes you think you weigh me down? And I bet you think I'm just some daft dimbo who'll just turn around and continue to be ignorant of things for on such."

Her words had twice as much flame, twice as much snide, and so much more passion and caring twisted into them.

She now matched his posture, except her back and shoulders weren't broad as his were, she didn't look stiff and rigid, she didn't have the same scowl coating her features and she definitely didn't have the same raw anger and harshness masking her true feelings.

Remus immediately retaliated, his jawline defined broadly as he began to grind his teeth in an attempt to keep the slur of incandescent and crude curse words from falling his tongue.

" Well, there's the facts that you and my sister talk behind my back about how much of a mess I am, at least I didn't walk up to James and Sirius and Peter and Mum and Dad and Mare and goggle about how messed up your brains were."

He took a daring step closer, she could feel the heat radiating his body.

" And Yeah Y/n, maybe I do think you're a daft dimbo with no brains who can't remember for shit."

His voice was cold and filled with a hatred he didn't mean. Of course Remus didn't mean the words spilling his lips. He was simply upset.

Upset at Mare, upset at his parents for leaving him alone, upset at James for causing this whole mess, upset at Peter for not even being there, upset at Sirius for being at James's house and goofing off while he had been at home barely even eating his food as he struggled not to blade his skin, the only think keeping him from quitting completely being the picture of his loves face laughing and grinning and smiling as he spun her in the air above him.

Y/n's face fell, sadness displayed on her features as realization swam in her e/c irises.

Her posture lost the protective nature it had held beforehand as she stood away from him.

" I get it now. You think I'm some stupid kid who needs saving because I don't have the brain to save myself. You think you can't help the daft dimbo because you're mentally sick and find it hard to even hold yourself up at times."

She paused, wanting to find a reaction from the boy.

She wished he had done something other than talk and retaliate more.

His voice came out as a whisper, filled partially with regret, the other half filled with pain and sadness as he tried to step nearer her.

" That's not what this is about..."

His sentence ended swiftly as she looked him in the eye and moved to grab her backpack from the couch.

" If that's not what this is about then you'll be fine if I leave right. If this isn't what this is about then you would encourage me walking out actually. If that isn't what you think is happening then Remus Lupin would be perfectly fine with me grabbing a bag and calling a cab to take me over to my dad's."

The tension in the air between the two of them started to fade as Y/n moved to drape the bag over her shoulder, gradually making her way to the door where her shoes lay.

" No Y/n, that's not what I meant..."

" But of course Remus, it must be what you meant because it is exactly what you said."

She carefully slipped her shoes on, keeping enough care to keep eye contact with him as his facade broke and she saw the man she'd fallen in love with behind it once more.

" No Y/n,'

He reached up and leaned against the wall for support.

" Y/n that isn't what I meant. I didn't mean any of that..."

She looked him in the eye and gave him the same look he used to give her when sensing lies.

" Stop lying to yourself Remus. You meant all of that. Now I'm about to leave. You can either try and stop me or you can sit back where you are and watch as I walk out."

Her face showed sadness and a certain level of calm that Remus was surprised to find on her face.

" Y/n, no, I don't want you to go. That's not what I intended..."

" Then why don't you try and stop me Remus?"

His posture broke, his shoulder slumped against the wall fully and the tears falling down his face that had once been silent now turned noise-full.

His voice broke, it cracked, it was filled with pain and sadness as regret molded into it in full force like a wave crashing against the hull of a ship. The ship being his heart and body, emotions and feeling.

" Because I'm scared."

" Can't you see that Y/n?"

He paused and gulped down a few breaths, pulling oxygen into his lungs as he refused to meet her saddened gaze.

" I'm scared to lose you again Y/n."

He leaned over and used his free arm to motion at the living room windows.

" I'm scared that I'll wake up in the morning and come to find that I dreamt all this up. That you're still asleep and I'm still at home in bed moping around again. I'm scared that one day you'll decided I'm not good enough for you. Hell, I know I'm not good enough for you Y/n I'm just hoping you don't realize that'

He cut off his sentence with a shaky sob as he sunk to the floor slowly.

" Because I can't live without you Y/n. You don't realize how hard it was to even go to class without you sitting there beside me. You- you take being alive for granted Y/n, but I will never take you for granted that way."

" Because I need you in my life Y/n and you don't even realize it. I'm scared because I know one day someone will see you the way I do."

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the tears slowly cascade down his rosy cheeks as Y/n progressed further towards his figure.

" Y'know Y/n, people ask me what I see in you. But I never respond because I'm afraid if they knew they would fall in love with you too."

The silence between them felt like an eternity and when he next spoke his voice was filled with so many emotions, so much raw pain, that she couldn't even begin to compensate how much of it there was.

" And I wouldn't be able to live with that. Because you would see how much better they were and just go off for them."

He sucked in a huge breath and simply sat there, crying for a moment, before he turned his head to where Y/n was kneeling next him. He briskly grabbed her jaw and leaned her closer to him.

" So yeah, I'm scared and I won't try to stop you from leaving because I know you'll find someone better out there than me."

Remus pulled himself onto an elbow and Y/n found herself going down with him as he stared into her tear-brimmed eyes.

" But I will fight tooth and nail if it means I'll get to see you one more minute of another day. Even if it means I won't be with you."

Y/n let out a sob as Remus pulled her lips to his in a soft, delicate kiss before he let her go.

She dropped next to him on the ground and pulled the boy into her arms as they lay quietly sobbing in the kitchen walkway area beside the living room.

Y/n pulled him closer in his arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to his head as he sobbed into her chest and shoulder.

" I would never leave you Remus, even if you think you're not good enough. Because I love you, and I would miss seeing your smile too much to leave."

Remus would be damned if he said that he knew Mare was still standing outside the house while they fought.

Because he knew Y/n would just try and make him get up and take a shower, clean his room, if he had told her.

But Remus rather preferred their current position on the floor to anything else.

He still got to hold her then, even if there were tears shed. ________________________________ I swear I tried so hard to make it happier- _____________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food, take a screen break and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

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curlytemple · 4 years

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alrighty @scottspack here i am to show my ass

top 10 ships tag! these aren’t “in order” but #1 is #1

1. cory and topanga! (boy meets world) my very first thought when given this prompt, theyre the blueprint! they are just BABIEs when they meet and they already Know each other. i will not pretend that topanga didnt shape me into the kind of girl who wouldnt change one thing about herself for a boy, keep your legs hairy and your convictions strong! the way they grow together is enough to make me hate god for not giving ME a cory matthews. high school ski trip infidelity aside, theyre the first couple that made me think i could find a man. i was wrong but its nice to think about.

2. kim possible and ron stoppable... the way the entire series is about kim being a wildly competent type A cheerleader AND teenage vigilante super spy and ron is her chilled out lame best friend who is Always there to help her save the day... please take a moment to listen to the jesse mccartney song why don’t you kiss her? that plays during the romantic climax of the kim possible movie, perfectly capturing the intense fear that comes with thinking about maybe finally kissing your best friend from preschool at your junior prom.

3. tami and coach eric taylor (friday night lights) ...come on, y’all!!!! genuinely the most real relationship i have ever seen on screen. i don’t even know what to say other than that they are REAL. coach and tami are such a good couple that it doesn’t make any sense to me that their kid would have such a massive stick up her ass. i even tried an ‘empathize with julie’ rewatch, and while a lot of her teen angst is understandable and even relatable, she still seems so disconnected from her parents/dillon at the end of the show in a very unsatisfying way! coach and tami are the heart of fnl. and tim riggins.

4. belly conklin and conrad fisher (the summer i turned pretty trilogy by jenny han) bro.... when your mother’s dying wish is for you to care for your little brother, so when he has a little crush on the girl you are In Love With you bury your feelings and go to college far away because nothing is more important than their happiness, and they could be happy together! and years go by and theyre going to get married and youre set on being Happy For Them until you find out how much your brother has actually done to break her heart and her trust and then the thought of her settling for him is even more devastating than your true desire for her to settle for you.... WHEW! when you’ve been busy coming of age and trying to make it work with your best friend that isnt really right for you and then you find out his brother who you’ve been in love with your whole life turned into a distant asshole because the most important person in yalls lives taught him to be selfless and he over-corrected in his grief... BOY!! this one makes me feel like my heart is in my stomach.

5. SENSE8! can i just say all of it? everything and everyone? if you are bisexual and havent watched sense8 yet, this one is for us, baby! the ship is an interconnected web of LOVE AND TRUST. the pairings are endless. if i HAD to choose my fav, wolfgang and kala (and rajan <3) and i cant explain why i would pick them over anyone else, thats just what my pussy told me. but frankly i shouldnt have to choose, THEY ALL SHARE ONE CONSCIOUSNESS! ONE LOVE!

6. david and patrick (schitt’s creek) you know the way we all feel like we aren’t enough and we’re Way Too Much.. dan levy really said hey guys? no offense but i think we might be capable of loving and even maybe Being Loved. the way patrick is all in on david rose from the moment he meets him, before he can even consider what that means about himself... the way they push each other out of their comfort zones and only get more comfortable with themselves and each other.. the way david’s abstract monochrome wardrobe fills with HEARTS AND RAINBOWS !!!!!! again, where’s my man? ANYWAYS,

7. todd and rory (straight up) anna said this post is for romantic ships only and so I CAN AND WILL INCLUDE THEM. i don’t want to give any spoilers because i dont think tumblr has seen this yet, but when i say this is THE romcom of the year, perhaps of my life, trust!! todd is a gay man with a sex aversion who decides to try to date women and rory is the brilliant woman he actually falls in love with. sometimes soulmates dont fuck!!! maybe there are no rules to a good relationship besides mutual respect, understanding, and the undeniable desire to Be Together. i rest my case!

8. drew barrymore and adam sandler is this valid? again i dont know or care. i grew up on adam sandler movies and drew barrymore makes him better every time. they’ve only done 3 movies together, one of which i have not and will not see (2014 is just too cursed to return to) but even tho these two have never been a couple in real life their chemistry is so palpable that they consider each other the person they will grow old with on screen. if that’s not hollywood romance, i dont know what is! sorry to timothy olyphant but even drew says adam is The One.

9. stef and lena adams-foster (the fosters) MOM AND MOMMA! listen, abc family shows are insane, but stef and lena make the drama worthwhile. their house full of teens is not perfect or easy, but never have i ever seen lesbian moms at the center of any media, let alone ones who thrive like they do when they communicate, support each other, and lead with love. this is a couple who chooses each other and their babies over and over again. its about putting in the work, having the tough conversations, and making the hard decisions because you care!!!!!

10. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS, I LOVE LOVE! michael and alex! marshall and lily! steve and nancy AND jonathan! lizzie mcguire and gordo! rachel and griffin mcelroy! nick and jess! schmidt and cece! fleabag and the priest! amy pond and rory! river song and the doctor! ROSE and the doctor! MY MOM AND DAD!!!! mickey and ian! han and leia! johnny and gheorghe! princess bubblegum and marceline the vampire queen! jackie and kelso! jackie and HYDE! donna and eric! kitty and red! richie and eddie! jake and amy! brittany and santana! tim and tyra! JACK AND ENNIS! dj and steve! uncle jesse and aunt becky! aziraphale and crowley! bob and linda belcher! LARRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#will i ever be comfortable posting my thots and onions? maybe not #but here they are!#liv when i read [explanation redacted] i have never felt so close to you #love to socialize on tumblr dot com !

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electric storms

It became obvious to everyone almost immediately that being away from Hogwarts, all its rules to break and schoolwork to ignore and girls to look at, changed something between James and Sirius. Their hands lingered on each other a moment too long, their eyes rarely left each other’s faces, and Sirius felt the warmth he always felt when he was around James shift into something hotter, brighter. The nights they were alone were spent face to face in one bed, whispering to each other well into the dead of the night, secrets and possible futures ghosting over them like memories.

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Even with the war looming around every corner, descending on every member of the wizarding community in Britain like an electric storm ready to release its first bouts of lighting, the summer between their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts were the best weeks of Sirius’s life to date. The Aberdeenshire weather was uncommonly warm and dry, still not as much as it would have been in London, but the rarity of it gave his memories of those weeks spent entirely in James’s presence a hazy, dreamlike presence; eating ice cream in the muggle village; running in their animagus forms through the forest, with and without their rat and wolf; riding the motorbike fast and hard around the Scottish Highlands. Remus and Peter came over often, and they spent the days with them plotting and scheming and the nights drunk on firewhisky and cheap muggle beer and the freedom of all four of them being seventeen.

They were talking about the flat they’d get after Hogwarts when it finally happened. The joke about the cat they would invariably get, because Sirius was such a dog if nothing else, had left them giggling breathlessly, faces barely a handspan apart. Sirius’s eyes met James, a storm in the forest, his smile still curving his lips, and then they were kissing. Neither boy could have said back then who had moved, but now Sirius thought it was probably James, his lips chaffed from so much flying, pressing into Sirius’s hard, his broad hand cupping Sirius’s head as if he would stop him moving away, as if Sirius would ever want to. Sirius slid his hand up James’s bare waist, for they both slept in their boxers in the hot weather and felt the other boy shiver at the touch.

“This is good, right?” James murmured against his lips, searching his face, so suddenly, adorably unsure of himself.

“This is so good.” Sirius barely had the words out when James was kissing him again.

It became their routine, their days filled with wild laughter and outdoor adventure, and their nights filled with exploration of a very different sort. Remus figured it out as soon as the next time he was over they got him to sleep in a guest bedroom; he hadn’t said a word but Sirius knew the smug look in his eyes, as if he’d known this would happen all along. Sirius couldn’t help but feel it was inevitable too and burn with the excitement of all the possibilities of his life with James.

The summer ended too soon, blue skies returning to grey as they returned to Hogwarts, and James was made Head Boy to Lily’s Head Girl. The kissing stopped as quickly as it started, no more secret caresses in the middle of the night, with James shifty, guilty gaze rarely meeting Sirius’s. Sirius said nothing when Lily asked James out and the boy he loved said yes, because by then he’d understood; James loved him, he always would, but he didn’t want him, that life with him like Sirius did, and never could.

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James stared at him, eyes round with surprise behind his glasses, the fear in them turned quickly to shock, then embarrassment as his cheeks reddened underneath the dark brown of his skin. The silence between them was heavy, even Elvendork was quiet, though she couldn’t possibly understand the situation.

“Oh,” James said dumbly, eyes flickering away from Sirius’s to examine his own fingers. “Oh.”

Sirius wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to say. James was in love with him but didn’t want him, it was a fact of life as much as the fact that Sirius was in love with James, and wanted him so absolutely the only way he’d been able to deal with the grief of being so completely unwanted by James was to force his feelings into a tiny box in the back of his mind, never to be opened again. He watched as James blinked, and blinked again in rapid succession; he swallowed, his lips turned down in a heartbroken movement, mirroring the expression Sirius knew he’d worn for the first few months of their last year at Hogwarts. Sirius moved to reach for him, his own heartbreak as inconsequential as its ever been faced with James’s, but the other man moved away too fast, and was gone with the loud crack on apparition.

The silence continued on for a few moments more, all the occupants of the room in shock.

“Well, that was awful,” Regulus said dryly, ignoring the glare Sirius sent him. “I always thought you’d be the pining one.”

“Shut up, Regulus,” Sirius snapped and held the locket out before him again, telling himself he just needed to give James time to calm down and they’d be back to normal and turning a deaf ear to the way his brain screamed at him to chase after his best friend.

Fear rocketed down his arm, emanating from the locket, as Sirius pushed away all the emotions threatening to drown him, and swung the sword. As soon as the blade made contact with the horcrux, it shattered. Acrid black smoke belched out from the destroyed remains, thick and suffocating, burning Sirius’s lungs worse than any cigarette as it flooded then, and a terrible, inhuman scream split the air. As he moved to cover his ears and mouth, the smoke cleared and the noise ended, as sudden as it had come, leaving just the broken husk of the horcrux on the floor, surrounded by scorch marks where the smoke had burned the wood.

Sirius had expected to feel something, some triumph after killing this vital piece of Voldemort, yet the numbness from Marlene’s death lingered on, clinging to him like a soaking cloak, chilling him to the bone until he could feel nothing at all. Regulus stood at his shoulder, occupying the space James often took, and the brothers looked at the locket from long moments in silence, unequally unsure as to what would happen next.

“Would he have felt it?” Sirius asked eventually.

“I don’t know.” Regulus’s voice sounded dull, empty, the evidence of his second betrayal now before him, as much a brand as the mark on his forearm. Sirius wondered which was worse and found himself suspecting he knew the answer.

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James didn’t return that night, nor the day after, and the insomnia that had plagued Sirius’s teen years, solved only by James’s constant presence, returned as if he had never been free of it. Cuddling on the couch with Elvendork, Regulus and Kreacher somewhere in the flat, Sirius tried calling James on the mirror for the tenth time, decidedly not looking at the bags under his eyes staring back at him. His best friend probably wouldn’t answer, like he hadn’t done any of the other times he called; he only knew he was all right because of the note he’d sent, assuring him he was at Remus’s and fine, and would come home soon, that he just needed time.

The image on the mirror vibrated slightly, the sign that either James was about to pick up, or he’d just end the connection. Sirius’s pulse raced, heart in his throat despite himself, knowing this would probably be like all the other times when James had ignored him, still, he couldn’t help the hope expanding in his chest. Once the feeling of numbness had left him, he’d cried in his room solidly for hours, for Marlene and her family and for the fact James wasn’t even there to hold him. In the months since James had returned to their flat, he’d grown so reliant on him again, as unused to him not being there as he had been when he’d first moved into Lily’s and they spoken at least five times a day. Now, it had been twenty hours, and he felt sick with missing him.

He let out a long, relieved sigh when the mirror’s image distorted entirely, and James’s face peered back out at him. He looked well, better than Sirius anyway, no bags under his eyes, yet the sadness in them was unmistakable along with the downward tilt of his lips. He scrubbed a hand over his face, his eyes never leaving Sirius’s and growing concerned when he took in the exhaustion clear in every line of Sirius’s body.

“It’s the McKinnons funeral tomorrow,” Sirius said, like there was any chance James would have forgotten, instead of saying what he wanted to: come home, I miss you, I don’t want to go without you, come home. It was ridiculous, and selfish, and if James couldn’t be around him yet, then he just had to deal with that. James would be there whether they’re talking or not, Sirius’s just wasn’t sure he’d choose to stay with Sirius during it, or even after.

“I know, I’m going with Remus.”

Sirius tried to keep his face perfectly blank, though from the way James’s expression changed, he hadn’t managed it. “That’s good, I don’t know how safe it would be to go alone.” It wasn’t a pleasant thought, it never was, but Order member’s funerals had become the least safe place to be of late, one place filled with most of not all of Voldemort’s most dangerous enemies was a prime place for a Death Eater attack. They could only hope they still had a shred enough of humanity left in them to leave them alone, though Sirius doubted it.

“I should go,” James said after a few moments of silence, looking uncomfortable. They’d never had an uncomfortable silence before, not from the first day they’d met, and the idea had tears burning behind Sirius’s eyes.

“Come home,” he begged, though he hadn’t meant to. “Please. I miss you.”

James shook his head. “I can’t Pads. I promise I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Sirius asked, desperate for an affirmative answer.

“I don’t know.”

With that, James ended the call, leaving them both alone. In the few minutes they’d spoken, the flat had grown dark, the dull orange glow of the lampposts outside filtering through the gaps in the blinds, despite the fact it wasn’t yet five o’clock. Sirius couldn’t remember when exactly autumn had given way to winter but it was here now in the long cold nights. Despite his dark appearance and his birth late in the year, Sirius had always loved summer most of all the seasons, and just then he wished for his seventeenth summer more than any other, when the world had consisted of him and James.

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The door to the flat swung open noiselessly, the gap it left in the wall as sullen as the girl standing in it, a gaping wound as large and raw as the one festering inside Sirius. Lily wore no make-up, her hair tied back in a severe bun, making the sorrow painted in the redness of her eyes and the paleness of her lips even more pronounced. The dress robes she wore were black and looked heavy on her sagging shoulders, normally so strong, as if they could hold the world on them. Perhaps only a world with Marlene in it.

Marlene would’ve been disappointed to see them both in formal funeral wear, she would’ve wanted Sirius to dress as he normally did, all dark tight jeans and black leather jackets, but he couldn’t escape this last ghost of his pureblood upbringing and so wore the dress robes he’d bought for Fleamont’s funeral, worn again just weeks later for Euphemia’s. The wool scratched where it met his bare skin at the collar and he fought the urge to pull at it.

Neither he nor Lily said anything as they apparated to the funeral, the sickening tug of it a welcome distraction from the never ending onslaught of pain that accompanied the knowledge that Marlene was dead, never again to laugh at Sirius and James’s stupid jokes or grip her morning tea like it was the only thing to keep her awake or support Lily in her ideals. The hall was crowded when they arrived, filled with grieving witches and wizards of all ages, and some muggles too, around Marlene’s sister’s age; in their grief they were inseparable from anyone else, all dark in mourning. Lily tugged him to a seat at the front Mary had kept free for them, mascara already running down her cheeks in grey, watery lines. Immediately Mary took Lily’s hand, gripping it tight, and Sirius was overcome with a wave of longing for James, for the joined sadness and support of his best friend. He wanted to look around for him, to check he was there, but as soon as the thought came to him, the celebrant took to the podium, and the funeral began.

“Today we come together to celebrate the lives of these five souls, ripped from this Earth, and each of us, far too soon as they relaxed in their home.”

Sirius couldn’t look at the man any longer, staring down at his fingers as they twisted together in his robes. Some steady, level headed part of him knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t shake the guilt that settled in his gut like a stone, that told him it was his fault Marlene was dead, Marlene and her parents, her sister and brother, that if less of the young Order members hadn’t been out with him, if they’d have been more alert to potential dangers, that if he’d pushed Marlene just a little bit harder, she’d have been with them, not dying on her living room carpet, the same one Sirius had fallen asleep on more than once. He wondered if she had looked like that, content and asleep, or if they’d ripped her open as they had to some of the others; he didn’t know, didn’t want to know, had refused to see her in the morg.

A pale, slim hand reached for his and twined their fingers together as Lily leaned on him more fully, her shoulders shaking slightly as she began to cry. The feeling of her breaking apart beside him made him come back to himself a little, and he reached around to wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her close. At her other side, Mary was watching the celebrant closely, fresh tears slipping down her face and dripping from her chin. Sirius gave her shoulders a squeeze too.

“Marlene was a happy soul, described as such by all who knew her,” the celebrant was saying, and Sirius couldn’t help but notice the way the light made his bald head shine; Marlene would have found it funny, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “She was clever, and brave, and so loved; by her family; by Dorcas, her girlfriend; by her closest friends, Mary and Lily and Sirius, and by many more.”

Sirius nearly jumped at the sound of his name, so surprised at being mentioned. Marlene was, or had been, one of his closest friends, but to know that she’d felt the same had a warm feeling curling in his stomach, not entirely happy, but not entirely sad either.

The celebrant continued on, talking about Marlene’s many achievements and passions, then going on to her sister and brother, and Sirius found himself lost in memories of Marlene, which inevitably lead him to his memories of James. The thought of his best friend sent a sharp stabbing pain slicing through him, and he fought the urge to turn and look for his best friend. He was here, even if he wasn’t here with Sirius, and that was enough.

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The wake didn’t last long. As the darkness drew in, people began saying their goodbyes, to each other and the remainder of the McKinnon’s family. Marlene’s grandmother, looking even more wizened and ancient than the last time Sirius had seen her, and Marlene had always referred to her as raisin like, had thanked him personally for coming, and pulled him down to kiss his forehead when he pecked her cheek.

“Don’t tell Lily, but you were always my favourite of her friends,” she said, giving Sirius a watery smile. “She did love you so.”

Sirius could barely speak through the tightness in his throat. “She loved you too.”

Marlene’s grandmother stroked his cheek, almost too high for her to reach. “I know. Now go and be safe.”

“You be safe,” he told her, kissed her again on the cheek and apparated home, Lily’s hand tucked into the crook of his arm.

The TV was on in the flat, which seemed odd, since Mary had come to tell Sirius in a quiet, sorry voice that James was spending another night at Remus’s not long after the wake started. The light in the living room wasn’t, and with a shared look of apprehension, Lily and Sirius stalked together into the room, both with wands drawn. They let out a shared sigh of relief at who sat on the sofa, Regulus and Kreacher both staring with confused frowns at the screen.

“Taken to more muggle pursuits, have you?” Lily asked, her tone lighter and more teasing than Sirius had expected.

Both man and elf turned immediately to face them, Regulus’s cheeks pinking in shame, and Sirius was sure Kreacher’s would have too, if he was able. “I was just curious what all the fuss is about,” Regulus said, nose in the air, though he’d looked rather invested when Lily and Sirius walked in.

Sirius only rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen, Lily at his heels.

“That was rough,” Lily said, all humour from before being swallowed up by the reminder that her best friend was dead.

Sirius reached down to pet Elvendork as she wound around his legs and reached for a bottle of wine. He didn’t remember who’d bought it, if it was him or James. He pushed the thought of his own best friend away and offered to bottle to Lily.

“Yeah. Want a drink?”

She shook her head, glancing at the door. “I should go, its just…” she trailed off, staring at the scorch marks still in the wood. “You got rid of the horcrux.”

Sirius only nodded.

“Good, that’s good. We should discuss it later, with Remus and James. I’ll see you later.”

And with that she was gone, and Sirius was alone again.

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A lightning storm had rolled its way into London’s sky by the time Sirius went to bed, rare for this time of year. Desperately, he wanted James, but there was little point asking for him when he still wasn’t ready to see him yet, so instead Sirius drank the whole bottle of wine he’d intended to share with Lily and forced himself to sleep alone in his bed.

His dreams were strange, filled with the fear the electric storm caused him, manifesting as dark monsters ripping out his friends’ hearts and serving them to him on a platter.

“Eat them up,” the monster said, except it couldn’t speak, it was a thunder cloud, and its voice was lighting. “They’re all for you.”

“I don’t want them,” Sirius begged. “Give them back, give them back!” The monster laughed and laughed, threw his head back as his whole body shook.

Sirius screamed, and the monster’s laugh grew until he was shaking so hard he broke part, reforming into a blonde witch with holes where her eyes should be. She reached for him, white lightning webbing between her outstretched fingers. “My friend, my Sirius, save me!”

Fear ricocheted down Sirius spine, of the electricity in her fingers, the thunderclouds in her eyes. His hand shook as he took her, and pain sliced into his palm. He shouted out. The sound changed Marlene again, a Death Eater’s mask covering her face as an all too familiar laugh filtered through the silver.

“I killed her, cousin,” Bellatrix crooned. “I killed her again and again, and you were too weak to save her.”

He waved his hand at her, magic flooding through him alongside his anger, the cruciatus curse ready to burst from him, yet then he was shaking too, forcefully, the vibrations coming from outside himself.

“Crucio!” he screamed, and woke.

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The storm was over, the room dark, and yet the monster was back, gripping the same hand Marlene had, some sticky, warm liquid spilling out from where the monster grasped it, leaning over him with shadowed eyes. He tried to push it away, yet it only moved closer.

“Sirius, Sirius, sweetheart,” the monster said with James’s voice. “It’s me, it’s only me.”

The monster with James’s voice waved James’s wand, and the room lit up with magic light, stripping all the darkness from the man above him. James looked distraught, his lush mouth turned down at the corners as he pushed his free hand through Sirius’s hair, getting caught easily in the normally silky strands. All the fear from the dream drained from him in the instant he felt James’s skin on his, soothing him in a way nothing else could.

He tried to call for his best friend, but the only sound that left his throat was a broken croak. Even still, the other man seemed to understand, and sank down onto the bed, stroking his fingers down Sirius’s face once more before he pulled his wet hand into his lap. Now he could see the deep gash running across it, a shard of glass imbedded in the centre, the sticky liquid he’d felt before his own blood. Pain jolted down his arm as James uncurled his fingers silently and with a quick apology, ripped the glass out. Blood spurted, leaking out from him even faster than before. James pressed a thick wad of cloth he must have summoned to the wound, holding it firm to close the gush of blood still flowing out of him.

“You haven’t dreamed like that in a long time,” he said eventually, when he’d cleared to blood enough to cast a healing charm on him, the open flesh knitting back together with an excruciating itch, not unlike the feeling when his larger tattoos were healing. “Not since before you left.”

He didn’t explain where Sirius had left, they both knew he meant Grimmauld Place. It was true, though he still didn’t sleep for a full night unless James was in the room, he hadn’t had such wicked nightmares since he was a child, locked in his family home of horrors. It left him breathless still as he watched James, still examining his hand, now with only a fine pink line across his palm.

“No,” he said, when his lungs were full. “It was the storm.”

James nodded. “I didn’t know, I would have come.”

“Why did you?”

He held up the bloody shard that had been in his hand and picked up several other pieces of shattered glass from Sirius’s bed. “This is your mirror. You were screaming.”

Sirius remembered taking his mirror to bed with him now, holding it close as he longed for James and sleep. He hadn’t meant to call for James, though he had no doubt he had, he just wanted to be close to him, he always wanted to be close to him. He loved him.

He threw back the covers and stood, deciding not to fight the fond smile that the cautious look on James face brought to his lips.

“Make me tea, after my ordeal.”

#prongsfoot #james potter #sirius black #electric storms fic #hp #marauders era #regulus black #my writing

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Commitments: Part 2 (Gargoyles Fanfic)

Rating: Teen Fandom: Disney’s Gargoyles Relationships: Goliath x Elisa Maza Additional Tags: Marriage, Wedding Day Trigger Warnings: Light Language, Sex Mention Words: 3443

It's the day of the ceremony. Elisa has a heart to heart with her mother and father. Please leave feedback!

October 24th, 1999: Goliath and Elisa had chosen this date for the ceremony because it was five years to the night of their first meeting, when he had plucked her from the sky after, admittedly, scaring her off a parapet.

Unfortunately, their union could only be symbolic and not legal. It would also have to be a secret from everyone except for their family and closest friends, but they figured, what else is new? Elisa had long been a target of hate groups for merely having alleged, unconfirmed connections to the Gargoyles, and coming out publicly as one of their staunchest supporters hadn’t done her any favors, but openly marrying a Gargoyle would not only have been extremely controversial, it could have cost her her job, home, safety, and possibly even her freedom.

After talking with Amy, Goliath’s public defender who now acted as the Gargoyles’ legal representation in all civil matters, he had learned that there was a law prohibiting humans from marrying any being that was not also human, regardless of level of sentience or intelligence. Which meant that Elisa’s relationship with Goliath was technically bestiality and as such, illegal. Attempting to obtain a marriage license could have landed them both in jail.

There had been no such law as of 1997, Amy had told him, and she surmised the law had been pushed through in secret around the same time the Gargoyle Civil Rights Movement was being fought in court.

Eighteen months after Gargoyles had become public knowledge, the Gargoyles of the Manhattan Clan and many of their allies had testified in front of a grand jury for the Gargoyles’ very right to exist without persecution. After a lengthy battle and many sacrifices and concessions, they had won.

Following the trial, a bill had been passed granting the Manhattan Clan American citizenship, basic civil rights, and put them on the endangered species list, which automatically protected them against unlawful imprisonment, exploitation, experimentation, assault, and murder.

Before the GCRM, ending a Gargoyle’s life had no legal ramifications whatsoever, but after the bill was passed, the act of killing a Gargoyle while they were awake had been classified as murder. Any person responsible for the killing of a Gargoyle could face up to 25 years in prison.

Destroying a stone Gargoyle was seen as a “common law murder” and carried with it a much lesser sentence, but the prosecution would have to prove that the stone statue the defendant destroyed was a living gargoyle. Otherwise it was simply malicious property damage, though it could possibly be tried as a hate crime.

The bill also protected any human that associated with the Gargoyles from retaliation or discrimination, which finally allowed Elisa the chance to proudly support her friends for the entire world to see. It felt great to stand with them as an advocate after hiding them and keeping her friendship with them a secret for so long.

Despite this historic victory for their kind, there was still much prejudice and hatred toward Gargoyles and the people who stood up for them. Their bold willingness to take on public opinion had afforded them some liberties, but in the eyes of the world, Gargoyles were still practically animals, and the bill had done nothing to change that.

There were new laws in place to protect Gargoyles against threats and violence, but seemingly nothing to defend them from discrimination. In fact, several xenophobic laws that had not previously existed prior to the GCRM seemed to have quietly popped up out of nowhere.

There was a law that protected the right of any public, private, or federally owned business to refuse service to Gargoyles, including hospitals and clinics. Gargoyles also could not secure a job, license, or any property that exceeded $2000 unless they could procure a valid social security number, while at the same time there was a law prohibiting Gargoyles from legally obtaining a social security number. Gargoyles were also barred from attending any state funded schools, including trade programs, and could not earn any certificate, diploma, or degree. Amy was working to change the laws, but progress was slow and she was meeting opposition from all sides.

It baffled Goliath and infuriated Elisa, who was now forced to uphold these ridiculous laws. She hated it. It was unconstitutional and disgusting and she loathed every second that she had to be a part of it. It very nearly caused her to quit the justice system altogether, because this wasn’t justice, it wasn’t freedom, it wasn’t the same system that had convinced her to join the police force in the first place.

This was a perversion of civil liberties, bigots hiding behind a mask of equality, using the publicity of the Movement as a distraction to quietly impose their will on her friends without anyone realizing it. It made her sick to her stomach, mostly because there was nothing she could do to fix it.

The only thing stopping her from planting her boot firmly inside someone’s rear end the next time she heard the term “flying rats” was Goliath’s steady patience and temperance. He constantly reminded her that no one couldn’t stop them from affirming their love for each other, regardless of these new laws. He didn’t care who found out or how many jail cells he’d have to sleep in, he was committed to becoming her mate and nothing would stand in his way.

He loved her; nothing else mattered. He told her this every night, and every night she needed to hear it just to maintain her daily composure. But she was still angry.

The day of the ceremony arrived cool and comfortable. Elisa awoke at noon in her parent’s apartment, where Beth, Maggie, and Derek had also been staying, not just for moral support but protection in case word got out.

Since there were six hours until sundown, the process of getting ready was leisurely and relaxed. Elisa had decided to forgo several things considered normal for a wedding. There would be no bridesmaids or groomsmen, no flower girl or ring bearer, no best man or maid of honor. How would they choose one, anyway?

The ceremony itself would be short and simple with no frills or embellishments, other than Goliath and Elisa reciting vows that they had written for each other.

One thing would be done according to tradition, her father insisted, was walking her down the aisle himself. The ceremony would be taking place in the main hall of Castle Wyvern. Goliath would be standing at the fireplace with Diane with all their friends and loved ones gathered around them, and Peter would hand her off to Goliath. But, she said pointedly, he would not be giving her away as if she were property. Peter had held up his hands in acquiescence, laughing.

She wouldn’t be wearing a wedding dress; she instead wore a simple gown made of sapphire blue satin, to match the ring, with a low back and a short train. Attached to the straps was a small glass lily suspended on a silver chain that would dangle halfway down her spine. It was sleek and elegant with just a hint of slink. Beth had bought it for her in New Orleans during her post-semester vacation a few months ago, before Goliath had even asked Elisa to wed him. She and Beth often didn’t see eye to eye on fashion, but she had to admit this dress seemed like it was made for her.

She wouldn’t wear a veil or carry a bouquet, either. She did put her hair up, though, held back with a kanzashi in the shape of a blooming peony that Katana had given her as a wedding gift.

An hour before sundown, Elisa and her party loaded into two taxis and headed toward the Eyrie building. Maggie and Derek took to the rooftops and likely would arrive at the castle before them.

As they approached the building, Elisa had to admit she was feeling nervous. She tapped her foot anxiously and wrung her shaking hands.

“Wedding jitters?” Diane asked, sitting beside her.

“Yeah, I guess,” Elisa replied shakily.

Diane laid a calm, warm hand on her daughter’s cold, clasped ones. “Second thoughts?”

“No,” Elisa said firmly. “None whatsoever. I love Goliath. Marriage is unnatural for Gargoyles; he’s only doing this for me. And I want this, Mom. I really want this.” She shook her head and exhaled a trembling breath. “I don’t even know why I’m so nervous.”

Diane laughed gently. “It’s completely natural to be a little nervous, sweetheart. I needed several bellinis and a shot of tequila to marry your father, and even then, I thought I might ruin his shiny new shoes. Of course, that could have been the tequila.”

Elisa breathed a soft laugh. She looked at her mother shrewdly. “You’re really okay with this, aren’t you? Me and Goliath, I mean?”

“Of course I am, baby,” Diane said. “I want you to be happy. If Goliath makes you happy, then that’s what I want for you.”

“Dad wasn’t so sure.”

“Yes, but that’s just how fathers are, Elisa,” Diane tutted. “Remember your first boyfriend, Lucas?”

At that, Elisa laughed out loud. “Junior prom, first date, Dad sitting at the dinner table, cleaning his guns. How could I forget?”

“He did that with every boy you brought home,” Diane chuckled. “He also really liked giving those boys a rundown of all his arrests and showing them awful case files, just to shake them up.”

“Ricky ran from the house before I had time to get dressed for our date, remember? He was too scared to even look at me in class for weeks.” Elisa laughed.

Diane nodded, and they found themselves in a fit of giggles, holding each other. After a moment, they tittered to a stop.

“Goliath isn’t intimidated by Dad’s gun collection,” Elisa said.

“No, that he is not,” Diane agreed. “To be honest, honey, those boys you dated before were no match for you. You need a man who is just as strong as you are, even if he isn’t exactly a man. You’re good together. You’re a lifeline for each other. That’s something you don’t just give up on because it’s hard; the trials are what make it all worthwhile. And the two of you have had your fair share of trials. You have earned each other. Nothing else is important.”

Elisa smiled gratefully at her mother and hugged her around the shoulders.

“Thank you, Mama,” She said.

“Always, baby girl,” Her mother replied, returning her hug.

The taxis pulled into the private carport reserved for the Xanatos family. Xanatos had given Elisa and her family a code to use so they could avoid getting out in the company parking complex or in the street outside.

Peter and Beth had exited first, and Peter opened Elisa’s door and offered Elisa his hand, who smiled up at him and accepted it. She walked arm-in-arm with her father to the elevator, with Beth and her mother trailing behind, holding hands.

The sun was going down as the elevator opened to the top floor. The Maza family walked out into the open courtyard to reach the private room just off the main hall, and could see the Gargoyles on their perches in the red-gold light of sunset.

Unlike the other Gargoyles, who faced outward in their typical vigilant poses, Goliath stood inward, straight as a rail, head bowed, with his wings folded around him. According to him, this was traditional gesture for when a Gargoyle declared their intentions for another. It was also traditional to stand in the perch of one’s intended mate, but Elisa didn’t perch, so that aspect was overlooked.

Waiting for them in the private room was Derek and Maggie, who had arrived first as Elisa predicted. Owen had rather thoughtfully put out a small refreshments table for the bridal party. Xanatos had offered to throw them a big wedding with a reception and everything, which Elisa had refused in no uncertain terms. This smaller touch was much more fitting.

Also in the room were the stone figures of Angela and Broadway, crouched defensively around their egg. They were understandably protective of it and had taken to sleeping in this room during the day, as it was far more secure than standing out in the open over a one hundred and thirty story drop. Since the castle no longer had a rookery, and even if it did, keeping a single egg in there would be superfluous, the anxious parents-to-be took to guarding their precious cargo closely. When they were awake, the bundle never left Angela’s arms. Even during missions, Broadway and Angela took turns staying with the egg, keeping it within view at all times.

Elisa understood. It took a very long time for Gargoyle children to be born: six months gestation in the body of the female and then a full ten years as an egg. Elisa thought nine months was a long time to wait for a baby. She couldn’t even imagine the kind of apprehension and patience it took to wait for over a decade to meet your own child.

But, she reflected, if that’s what it took even for humans, she would do it. She would do anything to have a child. Before she met Goliath, it wasn’t something she had given much thought. Back then, she was much more focused on her career and wasn’t sure if she even wanted kids. If and when she decided she did, she figured she had plenty of time. Now that she knew it wasn’t a possibility with Goliath, it was all she could think about.

Elisa had talked to Beth and Maggie about it the night before. Maggie lamented that she wasn’t sure her augmented body was capable of bearing children or what effects her’s and Derek’s altered DNA would have on them. Beth and her girlfriend Serena, both only 21, had no interest in children. They both sympathized with her, but what could be done?

In Goliath, Elisa had found her true equal and soul mate. She was overjoyed to be with him and wouldn’t change a thing about their relationship, other than more social acceptance. Her mother was right, they had earned each other and they deserved to be happy. A child wouldn’t necessarily make it that much better, but still. Still. It would always be in the back of her mind, the one thing just out of reach.

Just as they settled in, cracks began to form in Angela’s and Broadway’s stone exterior. Instead of the normal explosive way they shed their skin, they carefully shifted this way and that to slither out of their cocoon, diligent even in sleep about protecting their offspring.

“Elisa!” Angela exclaimed upon seeing her, rising to her feet. “You look lovely!”

“Thanks, Angela,” Elisa said, embracing her.

“Are you nervous?” Angela asked as Broadway came up behind her, holding the egg.

“A bit,” Elisa said.

“I’ve never seen a human wedding before,” Broadway said. “Other than on T.V.”

“Neither have I,” Angela said.

“Well, this won’t be your average wedding, Big Guy,” Elisa said. “I dumped a bunch of the traditional stuff I didn’t think was necessary. This’ll be pretty bare bones compared to most other ceremonies.”

The door opened. Lexington, Brooklyn, and Katana entered the room with Matsuko, who had her tail wrapped around her father’s hand.

It was an odd contrast to see Brooklyn next to Lexington now, who had at one point been his and Broadway’s equal in age. Brooklyn no longer crouched when at rest anymore; that was apparently a trait among young Gargoyles or ones on the smallish side, like Lexington. Brooklyn had aged over forty years in the time stream, though it was more like twenty in equivalent human years, and his countenance reflected it. He stood much taller than before and straight as a post next to his mate, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Elisa felt a little like Lexington had gotten the short end of the stick. Compared to Broadway and Brooklyn, who were both mated and fathering children, Lexington seemed a little left out. He was always his usual cheerful self, though, and never seemed bitter about how things were.

“This is so exciting!” He said brightly. “Aren’t you excited?”

“That’s one word for it,” Elisa said wryly.

Katana grinned to see her gift in Elisa’s hair. “It suits you,” she said. Brooklyn smiled fondly at her.

“I love it, thank you again,” Elisa said.

“Goliath is in the Main Hall,” Brooklyn said, his voice deeper than it used to be. “He and the others are setting up and getting ready.”

“We’d better join them,” Derek said, nodding to the others in the room. All except Elisa and her father moved toward the door.

“Hey, guys, before you go,” Elisa said, addressing her Gargoyle companions and her family. “I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am to have you all in my life. You guys have been the best friends I’ve ever had, and I don’t know how to thank you for it. I know that this is all a little alien to you, and I’m honored that you’re all a part of it. I don’t know who I would be without you and I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate each of you. I love you guys.”

“Aw, Elisa,” Lexington said shyly. “We love you, too.”

“I look forward to becoming part of your family,” Angela said. “My father loves you. His joy is my joy.”

“We’d better get going,” Diane said. “I need to get into position and prepare Goliath for the ceremony.”

Elisa nodded. They hadn’t done a rehearsal. This was all being done with no prep-work, largely because the ceremony itself was going to be short and to the point, so they hadn’t felt the need for it. Elisa was rethinking this now, perhaps a bit too late.

The others left to get into their places, leaving her alone with Peter. He held out his hands for hers, and she took them, facing her father and willing herself not to cry.

Peter shook his head, smiling gently at her. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Elisa asked.

“My baby girl. My firstborn. Getting married.”

Elisa laughed. “Technically. Not legally.” She looked up at him, wincing. “Does that bother you?”

Peter shrugged. “Laws change. In ten years time, who knows? Maybe you’ll renew your vows with a real license in hand.”

“One can dream,” Elisa said wistfully. She looked up into her father’s eyes. “I’m glad you and Mom are being so cool about all of this. I can’t imagine what you thought when Goliath first spoke to you about it.”

“Well, to be honest, we’d have supported it regardless. Nothing Goliath could have said would have actually mattered,” Peter replied.

Elisa frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I trust my children,” Peter said. “If he had asked you and you said yes, there must have been a damn good reason for it. Even if I don’t fully understand it, it doesn’t mean it’s a bad decision. You’ve always been a good kid, Elisa. You were the one out of all your siblings I never had to worry about. You always had a good head on your shoulders. Hell, you never even had a rebellious phase, and you could have been a real monster if you wanted to be.”

Elisa flinched at the use of the word monster.

“Sorry,” Peter said. “Not what I meant. I should have said disaster.”

She playfully nudged him, laughing a little.

“You’re smart, Elisa,” Peter continued. “Smarter than your old man ever was. If you say this is what’s right for you, how am I supposed to argue?” He pulled her into a hug. “I’m here for you, kid, no matter what.”

She squeezed him tight. “I don’t deserve you guys.”

“Yes, you do,” Peter said. “You deserve the world. What kind of dad would I be if I didn’t give my little girl the world?”

A knock came at the door and Brooklyn peeked his head in. Peter and Elisa parted.

“Everyone’s ready,” He said. Elisa nodded with a shaky smile of thanks, and he withdrew.

“This is it,” Peter said. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Elisa closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, holding it for a five count. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes, and said, “Lets go.”

He extended his elbow and she hooked her arm through it. Straightening her spine, she let her father lead her out of the room.

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nineteen-yearslater · 7 years

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I know you're doing something similar with the character aesthetics (which are awesome, by the way!!!), but could you find a song that best describes each kid? and possibly an explanation on why did you chose that? Thanks, and I love your blog, soooo glad you continued it *-*

Hahaha it’s funny you should say/ask that…

A few months ago, I decided to turn two scrapbooks I hadinto pages for the next generation (and then their kids, and then the kidsafter that) and there were some leftover pages so I’m doing some for some bookcharacters or Teen Wolf characters or whatever. Anyway, each kid had a doublepage, and the pages were covered in relevant paper (e.g. Victoire is pink andflowery, Hugo is very geometric, Rose has a lot of patches in a navy colourbecause she constantly wears denim) and then I made those moodboards to go onthe page, and also printed out some aesthetic-y quotes and badges and stufftoo. Then I’ll decorate it with washi tape and embellishments to make it 3D.Why I’m saying this is because over the top of each page, around thepictures/quotes/embellishments, I chose a song for each kid to write on thepage. I only posted the moodboards for this generation here because after Iprinted them off I realised that they were relevant to this blog so might be aninteresting side-project thing to run.

So yeah, that’s why I made them, so it’s funny you askedabout songs because I have that info ready to hand ;) Also I’m glad you likethem! Thank you so much for your kind words

Ted: Therapy –All Time Low. The line “arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to” remindsme of Ted a lot because he thinks he doesn’t need romance in his life and heshuts down that side of himself for so long, and it’s a bit arrogant. The restof the lyrics suit his personality, too. Also Figure Me Out – The Summer Set,because that’s a situation Ted would be in, but that’s more of a day-to-daything than an aesthetic personality song

Victoire:Paradise – Coldplay. This has been her song in my mind for maybe five yearslol. Her head is such a hard place to be in sometimes, because she doubts everymove she makes and is so insecure about loving Ted, her best friend, whodoesn’t notice. So part of it is wishing for paradise with Ted and part of itis wishing for paradise/peace in her head. Literally every time she closes hereyes

Dominique: Can’tPin Me Down – Marina and the Diamonds. She’s different versions of herself toso many people: growing up, she has an eating disorder and is the quiet,bookish sibling; she’s a sunshine to her siblings; she’s crazy and fun withRose and Lily; she’s a badass and invincible to James; she’s stuck-up and coldin the opinion of people who don’t know her. Also, this sounds weird, but thetune reminds me of her – it’s not slow and soft, but it’s not super upbeat,either; it’s this unique blend. And it has the “time to back off, motherfucker”line in which is one of my fave uses of a swear word in a song lol because it’sjust there to prove a point and drive home the line, not to be vulgar or takeaway from the song

Louis: Good Life– OneRepublic. I remember the first time I heard this song and I was incrediblyanxious and stressed, but hearing it calmed me down and appreciate what I had.And that’s Louis. He’s content with who he is and where he’s at; he nevercomplains; he thinks every day is this beautiful gift and he’s so happy tospend it loving people and making the most of it. He has the happiest lifepossible because he’s loving and grateful and a pure soul

James: Either OneNight – The Summer Set or Boys Don’t Cry – The Cure. The latter because if youignore the fact it’s about a relationship, it’s very much how James acts. He’safraid/ashamed to apologise for what he does because he has this massive shieldbetween how he’s portrayed and his emotions. He acts invincible and cocky butinside he’s actually incredibly insecure. It’s kind of like he doesn’t want toappear weak so he forces himself to overplay some aspects of his personalityand downplay others. One Night because it’s the same sort of theme –self-discovery and being aware that not all of yourself is necessarily what youwant it to be

Albus: Girls/FastCars – The Wombats. The lyrics are him completely. At first, he’s the dorkyPotter who’s too sensible for his own good, but as soon as he starts histeenage years at Hogwarts his personality develops a lot, and he’s lazy, funnyin his own way, ends up with a long-time girlfriend who’s one of the prettiestgirls in school, confident, playful with Rose… I don’t really know how todescribe him outside my head, but he’s still this understated guy, he’s justmaking the most of it and is enjoyable to be around. So the whole “and what Ifeel is what I say, I’m not trying to be smart” is very him, but then the vibeof the song is him as well – I don’t know how to explain it, but if he were atune, he’d be that tune

Lily: Girl onFire – Alicia Keys. Lily’s stubborn and fiery and fearless, but she also hasnormal worries that anyone in her place would have – she doesn’t know what shewants to do after Hogwarts, sometimes she feels a pull away from theJames-esque side to her and towards kinder, softer traits that she holds; she’sunreal in a way because she’s unapologetically herself and the most fearlessperson anyone knows, but she’s also very real because she’s aware of the worldshe’s in and how her actions affect other people. For example, she makes fun ofHugo a lot growing up, because it’s funny and they’re best friends so itdoesn’t matter, but afterwards she knows that she may have taken it too far

Rose: Angel ToYou (Devil To Me) – The Click Five. It’s a very Rose song lol. Half of her is asweet, motherly, dorky person, and the other half throws the craziest partiesand loves getting drunk and kissing boys. So it sums up both sides of herpersonality – the day side, which her parents know and which gets her highgrades and a good reputation, and the night side, which makes her an incrediblywild and fun person to be around and makes her irresistible to some boys.Lorcan would never hook up with her (he says), because she’s good friends withJames, who’s one of Lorcan’s bros, so it’s kind of incest in his book (lol) buthe has a lot of respect for her for being who she is and pulling it off. She’snot faking, because she is kind and motherly, but she also values having fun,too

Hugo: Johnny Boy– Twenty One Pilots. Mainly because of the verse “no one really knows his mindetc etc never really won a prize before”. He doesn’t struggle with life oranything, but he gets angry at Lily easily growing up and they fight a lot, andhe hated that she got Prefect and he didn’t, when he was the one revising forhis OWLs in second year and Lily was too busy pulling pranks with James. So hehas to sort that mess in his head out and that’s why this song reminds me ofhim

Molly: One Girl Revolution– Superchick. Honestly … Molly exhausts me because I was like this a year ortwo ago. She has NO time for anything because she’s so bloody busy beingperfect – she’s Head Girl, obsessed with Quidditch, studying constantly … she’salways pushing herself to be better and is incredibly ambitious. That’s not allof who she is; she has a beautiful friendship with Victoire and she’sincredibly soft and compassionate, but she’s this walking revolution and is the“girl who gets shit done”. It’s a bit lonely, but she’s too busy to notice, andshe does have friends. I should probably ease up on her a bit lol

Lucy: Far Far –Yael Naim. The whole song is Lucy. She’s desperate to make her mark on theworld and prove herself, but she’s trapped as the youngest Weasley and isunderestimated every day of her young life. She’s also incredibly creative, sothis song represents her dreamy, imaginative side and how she always wishes forsomething more and channels that desperation into writing or painting orphotography with Victoire, or even trying harder at things like Quidditch. Thissong is the hidden soul inside of her that no one sees until she’s aroundseventeen

Fred: Shake ItOff – Taylor Swift. Because that’s what he does. People say what they likeabout him, but he’s true to himself and doesn’t let it faze him. Teachers tellhim off for messing around in class – doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t date muchat Hogwarts – does he care? No. People’s opinions wash right over his head. Helikes what he likes and he does what he does and if you don’t like it, that’syour issue and your business, but don’t bother telling him because it’s notlike he’s gonna change. Most people actually respect him for that and it makeshim a really easy guy to get along with. He won’t take things personally orblow things out of proportion – he’s just gonna shake, shake, shake it off

Roxanne: Run theWorld – Beyonce. Classic girl power anthem, and Roxanne runs the world betterthan anyone. She has no time for boys or romance; she does what she wants andno one ever criticises her because they know she literally does not give asingle damn. She plays cheesy 90s boyband songs in the common room; she owns itand so other people start to enjoy it. She doesn’t care about school and neverstudies, and yet she and her brother get straight O-grades in all of theirexams. How? No one knows. She’s untouchable. She also ends up richer than allthe other next generation kids put together because of her amazing eye forbusiness; she takes Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes global and tunes out critics whosay it won’t work – because it does. Also the song She’s a Genius – Jet, mainlydue to the line “Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do?” “Nothing, but I’mdamn sure it’s more than you.” That’s Roxanne

Lorcan: Homewrecker– Marina and the Diamonds. This song is from a girl’s perspective but naturallythe pronouns are switched for Lorcan. He breaks a million hearts just for funand enjoys doing it. He obviously has more to his personality – bigger aims,insecurities, etc – but until he graduates Hogwarts his main aim in life seemsto be to play as many girls as possible. It’s a hobby. For the longest time heis only happy when he’s on the run, until he leaves Hogwarts and grows up veryquickly in a very short space of time. But until then – why not have fun datinggirls and getting away with breaking hearts while you can?

Lysander: TheScientist – Coldplay. This song actually was the basis for a really bigLily/Lysander fanfiction I wrote/still need to finish which is in the form oftheir penpal letters throughout the years. I think that although it’s arelationship song and not a personal one, it shows off Lysander’s personality,too. He’s the quiet one in his gang – he likes going to the library, doesn’treally join in on James and co.’s pranks, Prefect … he’s the voice of reason,and he doesn’t start to lighten up for a while. He enjoys a joke, of course,but he’s not confident enough to make any all the way up until seventh year.His world is almost clinical but from fourth/fifth year onwards his heartstarts to become a bigger thing in his life – imo the line “questions ofscience and progress do not speak as loud as my heart” really applies to him

Scorpius: TheLightning Strike: The Sunlight Through the Flags – Snow Patrol. The song isreally long and made up of three sub-songs, but the second one is the one whichapplies to him. The lyrics are calm in a way, like him, but they speak ofrepairing yourself and making up for mistakes in his case. “These accidents offaith and nature” verse sums him up because he’s born into a family which hasmade a LOT of mistakes, and he’s nothing like that, so he has to find thisbalance between loving his family, because he does, and staying genuine to thedecent person that he is. It’s also kind of about his siblings – he assumes hehas none (because he’s an only child), but he ends up with a really big familycollected over the years: Ted’s basically his cousin and with him comes lovelyVictoire; Lily and Rose, although he dated them in his second/third year, endup as close as sisters to him; James, despite a very rocky start duringHogwarts, has his back and becomes a brother to him when they’re partnered forAuror missions. The Wotter and Scamander kids are crazy but they’re his. MrsWeasley sees him fiercely as her own as much as she did Harry, and Mr Weasleygets so excited when he hears that Scorpius is visiting. Andromeda has thebiggest amount of love for him. Astoria and Draco would give the world up fortheir son. So it’s like – you think you’re alone, but breathe … relax … you’resafe here with friends. You’re fine

#opinions #facts #songs

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scadaz · 7 years

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Harry Potter for the changes post

ONLY 5??? okay nah i got this

okay i dont actually got this this is too long so im putting it under a cut

1) first and foremost make the inexplicit explicit. make dumbledore explicitly gay. make hermione explicitly black. at the very least the things that she has confirmed or alluded to in the aftermath of releasing the books and at the most like…everything. maybe explore the way that race plays into the worldbuilding of the wizarding world rather than just make an allegory for it. explore how harry being biracial places him in the world and how the different sides of his life (dursleys vs the wizards) view him and his heritage. put more young queer romances in there. maybe the reason ron is so jealous isn’t just because he likes hermione but ALSO because he ALSO likes krum and is really confused about his feelings?? replace the whole lavender romance with a dude and let lavender and parvati run off together like they were always meant to. let trans kids exist in hogwarts!!! you know what would have made ginny’s whole “arc” a lot more bearable?? if she’d been a trans girl learning to overcome her shyness and gain confidence in herself as she puts herself out there into the hogwarts-sphere. just generally opening up the worldbuilding and characters to more accurately reflect the world in comparison to well...what it was......also maybe like don’t rely on real world stereotypes l i k e..........

2) make the characters who are supposed to be likable actually likable. like....i know the marauders have a huge fanbase and everyone loves them but there isn’t really much to love in the canon??? imho. they’re super huge dicks when they were younger and we hardly get to see any transition from them learning how to be better people or having regret in the way that they acted before. we’re only supposed to believe it because they’re good to each other (ie learning how to be animagi to support their bud lupin) and we’re just told they’re good when they’re older and that’s the end of that. so how i would change it is including more scenes of james, sirius, and lupin growing older and acting like better people. since its from harry’s perspective this can be done through sirius and lupin sharing stories or again having some more regretful reflection on their younger years. also give wormtail more nuance?? is he at all regretful for turning on his friends, does he have second thoughts, maybe he tries to make things right in the end?? i know the “he was only in gryffindor because he valued bravery and everything gryffindor was despite not being it himself” but like it would be cool if there was something more....idk wormtail couldve been a more nuanced character......

3) speaking of possible redemption arcs tho how about some actual redemption arcs?? first we have draco, who despite having multiple hints of having a sweeping redemption arc the whole thing just sort of....falls flat. idk i dont really pay much attention to dracos character and there are people who could speak to this way better than i could go look at their meta.but then snape. SNAPE!!!! undoubtedly the worst character in the series and the bane of my existence. the worst part is he really COULD have been the ‘villain-but-not-really-he-was-good-all-along’ character jkr wanted to be if we just changed some pretty fucking major things his character in his character. first like....don’t....make him a child abuser??? its really that simple!!! don’t abuse children!!!!! like he could have just been a stern and surly teacher who yeah is maybe too strict and is maybe an asshole but also doesn’t like. fucking abuse children because of his own vendettas. IT’S NOT HARD like children/teens always think teachers are out to get them when their teachers are just kind of dicks it could have easily been just that without snape doing a ton of the awful shit he did. like remember when they saw snape muttering when harry’s broom was going nuts so they just assumed he was evil and doing it himself when really he was just trying to be a good guy??? more of that. like the whole thing.second like make his love for lily a legit and motivating thing rather than the creepy stalkerish thing it became. maybe instead of snape being the one to tell voldemort the prophecy so that he can kill james and harry (wtf????????!!!!!!!!!) he overhears someone else tell voldemort the prophecy and begs voldemort to spare them (yeah ALL of them!!!! because even tho hes a salty salamander he still wouldn’t wish death upon those who makes lily happy because that’s!!!! what love is!!!!!) . and when he doesn’t that’s when he realized he fucked up and joined the wrong side. and then actually looks out for harry growing up. like maybe he can’t bring himself to be a full fatherly figure because he’s still an asshole but he doesn’t actively go out of his way to be a huge dick to harry just because he’s bitter that lily had a child with someone else. and in the end when he gives his memories it shows all the moments where harry thought snape was being a dick but actually behind the scenes he was doing all he could to protect and push harry along on his journey because he loved lily and hates himself for the way he treated her and he also loves harry and you know stuff that could play into the whole love thing without being a creepy vindictive abusive stalker!!!!i hate canon snape not just because he’s the worst but because he could’ve been written to be the actually good character he’s framed to be.

4) a better approach to houses!!!! like i get its told from harrys perspective so of course Gryffindor Is The Best but like. it is soooo easy to make the houses more nuanced and balanced look at every piece of fanfic and rp ever (okay thats obviously hyperbole but still. point is it aint hard). maybe add more characters to each house!! i get its easier to just have the golden trio all be gryffindor but how interesting would it have been to have them scattered across the houses but still manage to become friends. and yeah maybe some slytherins can be jerks but also maybe thats just how harry sees it because the first slytherin he met was a piece of shit!!! but there are tons of good slytherins and maybe some join dumbledore’s army or hell at least come back for the battle of hogwarts!!!! and then there can be plenty of death eaters who come from all across the house spectrum. hufflepuffs who are undyingly loyal to voldemort. ravenclaws who love learning about the dark arts. gryffindors who would absolutely sacrifice themselves for their dark cause. like. its so easy. its soooooo easy. and then there would be equal merch of all the houses across the spectrum and people would be able to be proud of their houses without having to justify “yeah well not all slytherins are evil!!! hufflepuffs can be cool look at cedric!!!!! ravenclaws care about more than just getting good grades!!!!!”it’s so easy. im so mad.

5) STOP!!!!!! just. stop the fucking series. of course rewrite the epilogue to show not everyone being Straight Married With Children but how the war affected them. maybe it be a couple months or a couple years after everything and yeah maybe you can make some couples canon if you really want but thats not what i would do personally. show that they’re struggling but they’re surviving. they’re there for each other. use it to drive home a few of the main themes.and then just STOP!!!!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!! like yeah maybe pottermore could be used to post some cute little quips that expand background characters and fill in plot holes that couldn’t be explained in the books. we learn more about professor’s histories, maybe some cool worldbuilding about stuff that was sort of mentioned but just!!!! no cursed child!!!!! no fantastic beasts!!!!! no making up shit for countries and cultures that you barely know about and don’t feel like researching or being actually respectful towards!!!!!!!!! let the fans do all of that for you stop putting your foot in your mouth and milking the cash cow!!!!!! just!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway that was a horrible ramble that isn’t actually all that well thought out nor did i reread it but take it anyway my lovely followers

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Back to Hogwarts - Part the Seventh (and a half)

Here we are at the end of the story. Of course it’s sad to be here, but one thing rereading these books has taught me is that revisiting them is so much fun. I’ll certainly be doing it again and again. I think the next time I’ll be ready for a complete reread, my kids will be old enough to read along with me, which is a VERY exciting thought. And the reason it’s so great to keep coming back to this series is that it’s so broad, well-thought out, and inclusive. Ultimately, it is Harry’s story, and although his friends are closest to him, it’s the adults who have shaped the events around him (Dumbledore, Snape, Voldemort) who are as important to the story as he is. However, Rowling treats all her characters, big and small, as real people with full lives. Thusly, the conclusion of book 7 is full of hero moments. If this piece were the end of year feast at Hogwarts, Dumbledore would be handing out points left and right to everyone involved. Ranking the contributions against each other to assign point values is a little callous and I won’t do it, but everyone here deserves recognition.

First, let me give credit to Lee Jordan, for his noble efforts to keep the wizarding public informed. It’s nice to see characters who were not originally in the Order of the Phoenix getting involved, now that they are are forced to live in the nightmare the Order tried to prevent from coming to life. In addition, his radio show code names are pretty cute, though not as good as Rowling’s (I mean Xenophilius Lovegood is pretty next-level).

Next, of course, I have to recognize Dobby, for his brave sacrifice. The honor shown to Dobby in his final appearance is impressive and well-earned. He has evolved as a character and earned a noble death. I hadn’t cried for any of the deaths yet on this reading, but this is the hardest-hitting. Hedwig was an innocent victim. Mad-Eye was a brave soldier. Dobby is a reluctant, but noble hero. The time Rowling takes to allow Harry to process this loss makes the resulting character growth Dobby’s final gift to his Master. This event causes a shift in Harry’s perspective to a new, more mature view of the situation, the perspective of an adult who truly recognizes the stakes.

We’d be remiss not to heap great admiration on Neville GODDAMN Longbottom, for having balls the the size of quaffles. For real, Neville Longbottom is the hero of Hogwarts. The series focuses on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, because their mission is crucial to the main goal of defeating Voldemort. But Neville (along with Ginny and Luna) continuing to head up the DA for the protection of the students left behind under Snape’s regime are just as heroic. It is through his efforts that we see the heartening return of the rest of the DA members when the Battle of Hogwarrs is imminent (despite Harry’s deeply-felt dismay due to a lack of evidence about the remaining Horcrux, leaving only hunches to go on). And if keeping the DA going were his only contribution, it would be enough. But then he goes and proves his Sorting accurate by stepping to Voldemort. He didn’t know Fawkes would deliver Gryffindor’s sword, he didn’t know he’d have the opportunity to kill Nagini, he didn’t even know if the sword would be enough to kill the snake. He just knew he’d had enough.

From the Hogwarts staff, most deserved credit goes to Minerva BAMF McGonagall, for putting the safety of her students ahead of her own. Unaware of Harry’s presence, his quest, or its importance, her squaring off against Carrow is medal-worthy in and of itself. Likewise is Harry’s use of Crucio on Carrow in her defense (though his understanding of having to mean it for it to be effective smacks of Luke’s dalliances with the Dark Side). Her duel with Snape even more badass, if such a thing is possible, though I do wonder what might have happened if they’d had time to talk it out, without the threat of the Carrows eliminated.

To the Weasley Family, what can I even say? Percy’s reunion with his family is well-earned and made me cry, especially given his fear in trying to escape the regime at the Ministry, sheds light on a predicament that probably more wizards than we realized are facing. Not only that, but as an astute tumblr poster pointed out, he gives Fred his last laugh. Speaking of whom, Fred’s death actually killed me (I’m writing this from beyond the grave) and then Ron’s grief went and did it some more. Despite all that, the Weasley I most feel for is Ginny. Even though I am a parent, I wanted her to be allowed to participate and if not that, I wanted her to go all Eponine. It’s a shame all that promise went to waste in the climax. And don’t even get me started on Molly Weasley, taking the title of most awesome mom since Ellen Ripley.

The Unsung Hero award goes to Aberforth Dumbledore, for filling in the blanks in his brother’s absence. His revelation of the Dumbledore family history is enlightening, it shows Harry that Albus was flawed, like him, like the most interesting heroes always are. Aberforth’s contempt for Albus for leaving a mission to ill-equipped kids is probably something Albus felt himself. In a way, Aberforth is sort of a shadowy reflection of Albus, one that allows us to see the darker parts of the Headmaster that he wouldn’t want anyone to see, but that need to be seen, in order to better understand him. And once all the cards are out on the table, both Harry’s and those of the Dumbledore family, Aberforth chooses not just to aid refugees fleeing Hogwarts, but to join in the battle.

Reluctantly, I must recognize the efforts of Severus Snape, out of pure pity, for redeeming himself. Seriously? Lily Evans must have been super hot. After learning the whole story, Snape comes off as unbalanced. I mean, a girl rejects you so you turn to the DEATH EATERS? Not cool. Knowing his history makes all the sacrifice and struggle a lot less noble. In the end he’s more of a tragic figure, one mistake screwed up his whole life, which he spent trying (and I think ultimately succeeding) to make up for it by ensuring that Dumbledore’s strategy played out as planned.

And at last, we should get on to addressing Harry’s journey. The second half of the last book is really where we get into some deep dark stuff for his character. Aberforth’s complaint is that Albus left such a serious duty to a child, but undertaking the quest has turned Harry into a man. It’s obvious that any story that takes characters through their teen years is a coming-of-age story, the main characters literally come to be of legal age in the wizarding society in this book. But for Harry (and, to a lesser degree, his friends), it means a lot more than that, which was a new revelation for me. Harry experiences, addresses, processes, and understands some very adult situations and emotions in finishing his quest.

His exposure to Voldemort’s bloodlust for the Hallows and the debacle at Malfoy Manor provide perspective and allow him to grow. Just as the Dark Lord is consumed with collecting the wand, cloak and stone to the exclusion of all good sense, Harry is caught in his quest to stop him, leading to the mistake of using Voldemort’s name, which in turn leads to their capture, Hermione’s torture, and Dobby’s death (and, thankfully, the rescue of Dean, Luna, Ollivander, and Griphook), and these events lead Harry to a true understanding of the gravity of the situation. From this point, he has to make serious choices, including choosing not to race Voldemort to get the Elder Wand from Dumbledore’s tomb and choosing to continue to believe in Dumbledore. Both these choices reflect to the reader that when we don’t know what is right, we can only do what we believe is right, an important sentiment that can be difficult to impart through mere words. Seeing Harry’s choices helps readers understand how and when to trust themselves. Then, when Harry gets to “King’s Cross,” he is once again faced with a huge choice most would never want to face, and yet in some ways, it’s a choice we make every day: the choice of whether or not to continue living. Amazing.

Going into the Battle of Hogwarts, we get to see Harry learn about self-reliance. He’s always had his friends, but he’s at a loss when he’s separated from Ron & Hermione. This forces him to figure out what to do on his own. And, in 2017, with inclusiveness in the spotlight more than ever, I think the inclusion of the ghosts’ backstories is even more important now than when it was written. Not only does it provide the crucial information about Ravenclaw’s diadem, but it opens Harry’s eyes to see yet another marginalized group as its own entity. Once he is willing to treat the Ravenclaw ghost with the respect she deserves, he’s rewarded with the information he needs. The sequence with the diadem also serves to cement the differences between Harry and Draco, between Gryffindor and Slytherin, as if that really needed to be done. Harry’s compassion for the Slytherins gives his heroism complexity. And Harry’s catching the diadem as it falls into the Fiendfyre, as only the best Seeker could, is a nice little way of showing us that Harry was truly meant to be the one who stops Voldemort. Literally only he could have done it.

Armed with the new adult skills he has learned of late, Harry makes the choice to face Voldemort. Rowling allows us to get a clear vision of being terrified of doing the right thing and determined to do it anyway. This whole chapter feels like slow motion. Somehow the description of how precious Harry now realized the last moments of his life were could only have been written by a mother. And self-sacrifice is such a fitting move for a hero his age. For a naive young adult, it’s always the go-to solution. A more experienced hero is often able to think enough to find a solution that doesn’t involve him dying, but this resolution makes sense as what would first occur to Harry. As usual, it is Dumbledore, older, wiser, and more magically knowledgeable, who comes up with the greater plan, which teaches him yet another lesson, that there is always another way.

The ending of the story is just so incredibly satisfying. It would have been enough for Good to defeat Evil and let our heroes live Happily Ever After, but there’s more than that. There’s closure, as the theme of mother’s love returns with a vengeance. Not only is Lily’s love for Harry his salvation in his encounters with Voldemort, but also Narcissa’s love for Draco causes her to lie and protect Harry and Molly’s love for her children allows her to take down Bellatrix, arguably a far more powerful witch under different circumstances. And there is salvation when, in Harry’s moment of triumph, not only does he defeat Voldemort, but he tries to get him to feel remorse, thereby saving his soul (thanks to Dumbledore’s influence). And, having completed his coming of age, Harry is now able to make the right choice about what to do with the Hallows, as approved by his mentor. I do find the title of the final chapter, The Flaw in the Plan, a little ironic. To me, there’s a slight flaw in Rowling’s execution here, as telling the story from the hero’s perspective necessitates that some climatic events go unseen while Harry feigns death. I’m not saying we don’t know or can’t imagine what happens, but it would have been nice to see. But that’s a minor criticism of an otherwise near-perfect ending.

I don’t have much to say about the epilogue except to say that I’m grateful for it. Glad as I am for any story that respects the power of a good ending, those types of stories always leave you wanting a little more. The epilogue gives just enough ‘more’ for us to be satisfied. And I am. But last summer, there was a little more ‘more.’ Rowling collaborated on a script for a play that became the official 8th story in the Harry Potter ‘verse. And so I’m happy to say, our journey doesn’t end here, I’ll be reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child for the first time and will be back again soon, one more time, with my thoughts on that story. See you then!

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Just to See You Smile

Year: PW 86 (their third year)

Inspired By:

http://sassyqunari.tumblr.com/post/76054395203

Main Characters Involved: Emrys, Alex, Will.

Other Characters Mentioned: Tatty, Seren, Lily, Victoire, Quincy, and Ciel. Various NPCs.

The young teenager rested his elbows uncouthly on the table, plopping his head right in his hands as he watched his best friend across from him. Emmie was trying to look as silly as possible to get a grin out of the girl. Not that the grins wouldn’t come eventually today. He just wanted to get her into a good mood right at the starting gate. This afternoon was going to be the greatest show of the century and they had front row seats.

He tilted back his mug of hot chocolate to finish off the last drops before holding it out for more. “I think you should get that dancing one,” he suggested as she mulled over the menu. His teeth bit down hard on his lip before he corrected himself. “Actually, I think I’ll get the Fiddler’s High Tea for us. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. A nice tea party put together by someone else in our honor.” The dancing desert was his favorite but dancing was just what had caused her sour mood these last few months. It seemed her brother was dating – and had been dating – some peasant-level girl and had decided to let the world know at Yule Ball, dashing Alex’s dreams of being Chastity’s sister in law forever. Among other issues.

That was why he had brought her here, though of course he had told her it was because she was his special friend-intine. A friend valentine. She needed some spoiling. Boy was he going to spoil her.

His eyes flicked over, a gleam in them as he noticed the first player in his game had arrived. Emrys was sure Tatty would forgive him. This was all in good fun – and more than worth it for the end results. She had the letter in her hand as she settled down at one of the tables by the window. Just where she’d been told to wait. The pieces were falling right into place.

“That little…tart!” he heard Alex exclaim. “You know what Emmie?”

“What Alex?”

“I know exactly what happened.” Emrys turned back to give her his full attention, though he didn’t miss Seren and Lily’s arrivals. “She used a love potion on him! I bet she slips it into his drink every morning. That’s the only way someone like her would win Hen’s heart. We just need to catch her in the act.” The redhead nodded to her ideas. He believed Henry actually loved that girl, but that might have been the fact that they shared red hair. Who wouldn’t fall in love with hair like that? Still, if Alex thought there was reason to keep an eye on her then Emrys was going to help his friend.

“What’s the plan then?”

“We watch her!” A smile tipped onto his face. Green eyes shot back to the door. Three more girls were coming in now. They’d filled up the window seats, and some of the less confrontantional types were sitting as near as they could to them. One was trying to reason with Tatty as to why they should have this window seat. That put a frown on his face. If they unraveled his plan now then it would all go up in smoke. “Emmie! Are you listening to me?”

“Of course! And I know just how to start. Waiter? Yes, can you send a fiddler to those two girls over there. Tell them Emmie sent him.” He put on his most charming smile, ready to wave to them. It wasn’t out of place for him to just suddenly do something of that nature. He’d done it before after all.

“How is that helping.” Ouch. The edge in her voice had his head turning back to Alex.

“Oh, that wasn’t the start.” Victoire, Quincy, and Ciel. That rounded out the bunch. Twelve girls and all. And Will made thirteen.

“Then what was!” He really needed to placate his friend first. If she got any louder she’d completely disrupt everything.

“It hasn’t happened yet.” He leaned over the table and motioned her closer. “Love potions don’t come out of nowhere Alex. She’s either buying it or making it herself. As poor as she is, it’d be cheaper for her to brew it, especially as long as this has been going on. All the ingredients together cost about a third as much as buying the potion already made. Poor people think about stuff like that.” His eyes flicked over. Damnit. Where was Will? Stupid arse was late to his own prank. The girls were starting to get chatty. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that almost all the girls in their year were here on this cold and extra romantic Valentine’s day.

“Oh! You want to try to catch her in the act then? That’s brilliant! Of course! Maybe we should snoop through her bag too. She might keep the ingredients on her.”

“She’s a Ravenclaw. They’re smarter than that.”

“Ugh! What is going on over there!” Alex turned to glare at the noisy girls as they chattered about their blind date. Some of them were looking like they were suspicious. That was logical. After all, twelve girls all with letters requesting a blind date was a bit of a red flag. The teen was just glad they’d all turned up at all though. Then the room fell silent.

He was here. His dark hair seemed to gleam against the snow falling outside as he stepped through the threshold to his demise.

The girls were all watching him. It was eerie enough to clue Alex in to the fact that something wasn’t quite right about this setting right now. Besides how she’d already been aware that something was weird about almost all of the girls in their year being there. Emmie’s eyes glanced over to hers just in time to catch them glancing over his lips. There was a smile spreading across them. “So this is why we’re here,” she whispered.

As far as Will was concerned, one of the girls in this room was the object of Lee’s affections. Emrys could tell what was going through the boy’s mind as his eyes darted from girl to girl. Each one sat up a little when he looked at them, and then a confused look settled on their features. They each ‘knew’ he was here for them, so why was he overlooking them? Because he believed he was looking for the most beautiful girl in the room to try to convince her to go out with Lee. Because Lee was so head over heels that he lost his senses around her and needed Will there to prod him and push him. Oh, and maybe butter her up a little before Lee made his grand entrance.

Will was a smart boy. Emmie could allow him that compliment. He was able to quickly eliminate the girls that spoke to his best mate often. Those were the girls Emrys had forged the most heartfelt letters to. The best part of the entire situation was that Will seemed to eliminate every single girl Emrys had invited. The dark-haired wonder squared his shoulders and held his head up though Emmie saw him gulp. The redhead was sure that was what had happened in Will’s throat as he walked up to a girl that wasn’t in their year. She had to be older than them then. Emrys felt his facial muscles tighten into silent laughter.

“Excuse me,” Will was saying to her. The other girls were digging into their bags, checking to make sure the name written on their letters was his. The dashing man before them was definitely the one who’s named was forged onto the bottoms of their parchments in royal blue ink. Green eyes looked over each of their faces as Emmie tried to guess who would speak up first.

“Yes?” The girl said. She didn’t seem very interested in entertaining the child before her.

“Ah, well. I was just wondering…do you watch the matches? The Quidditch matches I mean. Wasn’t Lee epic in that last one?” Emrys and Alex looked to each other. Well, it seemed Will was Lord SmoothMcFailing.

This girl was really having none of it. “Was he? I was quite busy cheering for my boyfriend so I didn’t even notice.” Emmie heard a well suppressed giggle pull past Alex’s lips. It was so quiet that they could be sure no one else had heard it, but Emmie did notice. It brought a smile to his face. This was why they were here. As fun as it was to watch Will suffer like this, the greatest joy for the boy was hearing that tiny giggle. Hopefully more would follow once they were alone.

Tatty was on the move. She approached Will and tapped his shoulder, though he tried to brush her off at first. He was on a mission after all. “Will, we need to talk about this,” she insisted.

“About what?” The letter was offered to him and his eyes scanned down it. Emrys may have been imagining it but it was lovely to watch the color pulling out of the dark-haired boy’s face. “What is this…”

“Did you ask me on this date or not?” That had everyone else’s attention instantly. Several of the girls walked over with their own letters extended.

“You asked her out too?” Lily gasped.

“Will! How could you be so rude?” complained yet another. Now it seemed the boy was in complete panic mode.

“I didn’t do this!” he insisted with his hands in the air. The girls swamped around him. The older girl he’d been bothering was excusing herself from the restaurant entirely. Emrys couldn’t blame her. He decided to send her a chocolate apology for accidentally bringing her into this mess. She did look like that girl that was always sitting at the Slytherin table when he came down to breakfast. If she wasn’t, then that girl was in for a treat anyway.

“Hold on, wait a second,” Tatty was trying to get things under control. Forever the peacekeeper. Emmie did like that about her – but only when it pertained to fights that could leave him with a bruised ego (or face). Right now he kind of wanted her to stuff a sock in it and let the chaos spin out of control.

Even her best attempts did little to change the outcome. The other eleven girls swamped the third year and demanded answers, all in one great chorus of anger. Will had no escape though he was certainly trying. He knew he’d been had. By the look on his face as his eyes spun around the room, he knew who’d gotten him too. Not that Emrys was trying to hide it. He even shot Will a wink when the boy caught sight of him. Tatty seemed to have figured it out too as she followed Will’s gaze. Emmie gave her a wave though, holding up one of the heart shaped Valentine’s Day biscuits for her. Each of these girls was going to need apology chocolates too.

There was some pushing and shoving going on and Will was raising his voice now. “I didn’t send these letters!”

“Why should we believe that? Everyone knows you’re just the kind of guy who would do that.” Oops. That was another rumor he and Alex had set off last year. That Will was a two timer. It had been an honest joke – they’d been saying that Will was clearly cheating on his girlfriend with Lee behind their locked bedroom door. Schools never let little things like that lie though.

The red on Will’s cheeks brought the entire event full circle. The way it spread over his nose and down his chin nearly formed a heart shape. Emmie made sure to draw it out with his fingers to Alex could see it too. “Happy Valentine’s day Alex,” the young imp said as he raised his glass for a toast. “We should go to Honeydukes after this.”

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