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starrylayle · 3 months

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My fave marauders ships and dynamics as a multi-shipper !! Ok so, there are certain ships I like to imagine as canon in the canon universe, and there are other ships that I prefer in aus and such but still ship them so much!! So I thought I’d just ramble abt them here lol.

My fave ships that are canon/I think I should be endgame:

First off, Jily ofc. My loves. I’m generally not super excited abt str8 couples but they’re just too cute. My fave dynamic with them is that they’re academic rivals — well at least lily thinks they are, James is just hopelessly in love with her and enjoys competition lol. Lily thinks he’s an idiot, immature and a bit of a bully at first but slowly warms up to him as she sees his kind-heartedness and stance on justice. Plus, she’s always found him a little hot :)

Wolfstar, duh. I don’t think I have to go into detail coz I already do so much on my blog lol.

Dorlene — aaah I love my tragic, angsty lil lesbians. Sucker for the quidditch-rivals-to-lovers trope. Ooh and i headcanon Dorcas as transfem. But yeah if you’ve read ‘the hands that feeds’ by rollercoasterwords that’s basically how I see their dynamic.

Fralice — cuties and did not deserve the ending they got ;((

Rosekiller — ok, ok. I know I’ve ranted abt how I don’t like the fanonization of their characters in fandom,, but I will admit I do like them together. Especially when they’re depicted as the awful people they are lol. I like to think that they’re still hooking up in GoF on nights where barty’s poly juice wears off lmaoo. Also random but I hc Barty to be in ravenclaw.

Pandora x Xenophillius (idk how to spell his name) — I like to imagine Pandora as a goth who runs an underground magical weed business and Xeno as a hippie weirdo and conspiracy theorist. Both are bi/pan tho and have def hooked up with ppl of the same gender before.

Andromeda x Ted Tonks — iconic. Love them. Andy was the og rebellious black family child.

Emmary — love, love this ship. For context, I picture Emmaline as a little older than Mary (maybe 2 or 3 years) and they meet when Em’s at the order. Mary’s a bisexual girlie who’s predominantly been with men at this point, and Em’s a big Butch lesbian who loves Mary so much but isn’t sure if Mary likes her back, at first. Ofc they end up together after the first war but when Em wants to join the second war, Mary oblivates herself and retreats to the muggle world entirely because she cannot bear more pain.

My fave ships that I like to think are semi-canon, as in their unrequited, or right person wrong time, or both have feelings that the other doesn’t know — they just don’t workout for some reason:

First off, Marylene — my absolute fave, right person, wrong time ship. Love the whole, ‘Marlene loved her too early, Mary loved her too late idea’. I’m a sucker for best friends to lovers ahhh. I imagine that Marls had crush on Mary since they were eleven and came out to her later, and although Mary was supportive she didn’t like her back at that point. Then Marls got with Dorcas and maybe Mary got a tad bit jealous. And then Marlene was killed ofc so Mary moved on and went with Emmaline, but she never really stopped loving Marlene.

Nobleflower — bi narcissa and Alice rights!! I like to think that they had a bit of a homoerotic friendship back in their hogwarts years, but the fact that they were on opposite sides eventually pulled them apart. And so Alice gets with Frank and Narcissa with Malfoy. Aaah so tragic I love them

Lily x Remus — I like to think Lily had a little crush on Remus when they were younger but she got over it and they became besties !!

Bellatrix / Lady Zabini — Toxic murder comphet lesbians!! Tho I imagine they ‘broke up’ their fling coz Bellatrix was murdering with pure blood fascism in mind,,, and lady Zabini was just like,, why can’t we just kill ppl for the sake of killing them?? 🥺🥺

Jegulus — ok so I don’t like jegulus as a canon(ish) ship, buuut I love me some unrequited jegulus, specifically from Regulus’ side coz sorry I just personally don’t see James ever liking Reg in canon. I imagine Reg goes into hogwarts wanting to hate the guy who stole his brother but ends up falling for him just the same. He has internalised homophobia and hates the fact that he’s gay, esp for someone like James lol.

Bartylus — My hc is that neither of them liked each other romantically, but they settled and got off each other to pass time. It’s transactional, at least it’s starts off being..maybe barty’s a little more into it than reg thinks they are.

Peter/Bertha Jorkins — I like to imagine they dated for awhile during hogwarts — until Bertha got bored of him and dumped him. Peter never really got over it and was still bitter.

Peter/Sybil — oooh I remember this one was trending on marauders tik tok awhile back but I’m still not over it. Happens after Bertha/Peter. Sybil breaks up with Peter maybe coz she gets a prophecy that he becomes evil. Peter is confused and heartbroken.

Snily — ok hear me out!! I don’t care for their portrayals in a lot of fics coz I think the pro / anti Snape bias is always there — but I would be open to exploring the complexity of their dynamic in a fic when snapes actions aren’t justified or excused, but he’s not portrayed as a one dimensional bad guy. And I think it would be interesting to explore more of Lily’s character and why she stuck by him so long.

Ok, now onto ships that I only enjoy in aus:

Marylily/macevans — by far my fave ship in aus. Best friends to lovers >>>> also half the marauders edits saved on my phone are marylily edits lmaoo they’re just so cute!!

Jegulus — requited this time!! If it’s an au and James is not reduced to a generic sunshine people pleasing character, then they’re a little cute I’ll admit. Not the biggest fan of the 'best friend's brother' trope but the drama is entertaining at least.

Mary/Dorcas — I don’t think they’re a very popular on here but I personally like it. In a way they’re opposites but they’re motivations are a lot more similar than they realise.

Pandalily — so, so cute. Fanart is spectacular

Dorlily — so academic rivals to lovers coded

Prongsfoot — specifically in aus where James and Sirius are on opposing sides, for example, slytherin!Sirius au

Wolfstarbucks — James and sirius share everything!! Including their lovers apparently. Mostly enjoy it as a crack ship tho.

Well this was fun!! I love multi-shipping <33

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marylily-my-beloved · 6 days

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Hi, I'm actually so nervous and unsure about interacting with anyone online so please forgive me if I sound too awkward.

I'd like to ask, what's your favorite ship and is there any specific reason why you love that ship? If you don't want to share the reason, it's alright. I'm curious and I'd love to talk about fanfics and everything related to anyone who doesn't judge.

My favourite ship..... Ok since I cannot pick one, I will pick a decent, good, normal human amount of like 3.... thanks for the ask btw

(these aren't in order at all sorry abt that :() (im also rlly sorry it took me soooooooo long to answer this :() (and sorry abt the typos I know there are a lot)

MARYLILY GRRRRR. I love marylily with my whole being, because #1 lily is such a baddie, I'm such a simp for her. I also really love Mary, but now on to the real stuff. I really love marylily because it was one of the first sapphic marauders ship I found (second to Dorlene), and I feel like it really resonates with me, especially in a canon sense. I really love it because they were like best friends in a way, and they definitly knew each other. I feel like it would start out with Mary being super jealous of everybody who got too close to Lily, thinking it just being her gut instinct to protect her friends, but eventually it devolps into something more. I also love unrequited marylily, especially from Lily's side at some point. I love the angst that comes with canon marylily, but I also love like non canon au marylily, like I love all MARYLILY. I also love them both, and the dynamic.

WOLFSTAR IDSHLFHISDFSDKLF. I love wolfstar with my whole heart and soul. It is the reason I got into the fandom, because I read ATYD, and then tcoptp and that is probably like my favourite wolfstar fic ever. I rlly like wolfstar bc to me I feel like its the og best friends to lovers and also like the mutual pining! the angst! Sirius in azkaban, the way they were in the first war? I eat up anything wolfstar, and personally I feel like romantically this is the ship I love the most with Remus and Sirius. I love the dynamic between them, like literally especially when Sirius like runs away from home and then like DLHDKLJFKLJLKFD.

Dorlily (bc I'm a sapphic lover FIRST AND FOREMOST) (and also I love almost any ship with lily... I'm a simp) I love dorlily because they are one of The Power Couples™ and they're both so powerful, in canon and fanon. I also really love it bc I feel like it would start with Academic rivals, and Dorcas staring to fall for Lily, and then Lily seeing one of the quidditch games and starting to fall for Dorcas? I personally hc Dorcas as one of the prefects in fifth (? or sixth?) year and they started dating during that time, when they had to patrol something together, and also like they would get together they would keep it a secret until they're friend groups kind of blended together (in fanon) and in canon honestly, when Dorcas joins TOFTP (the order of the phoenix?) and they would live together until they break up. I also love the angst that would come with unrequited dorlily, where when Dorcas dies, and Lily mourns her first love until she also dies.

sorry this took me forever @wolfstaranddrarry <3 thanks for the ask btw

#dorlily #marauders era #lily evans #mary mcdonald #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #lily evans again!!#fatimah gets an ask woah #fatimah yaps 🎀#ships #some headcanons?#idk if this counts but lol

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mycupofrum · 11 months

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(I think it’s time to make a pinned post.)

Hello!

Welcome to my little corner on Tumblr! This blog is mostly for Harry Potter and Prongsfoot related things – and whatever else happens to interest me in any given moment.

I enjoy James/Sirius in a romantic sense the most and that’s that. They are what soulmates are made of. I write mostly about them. I also love Jilypad and Drarry.

I'm not into Wolfstar or Jegulus.

I do not share JKR’s hurtful, transphobic views.

I blog/reblog NSFW content (writing/art) from time to time so I hope you’re +18.

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Sideblog for moodboards:

@mischief-managed-moodboards

My fanfiction on AO3: English, Finnish

My writing on Tumblr

See below. 👇

Drabbles & microfics

Regardless (I love you) (J & S, G)

The small, unexpected acts of kindness followed, and James could not point out why they happened. Every time he faced something that annoyed or made him uncomfortable, or was even somewhat inconvenient, Sirius made it better.

Darkness (J/S, T)

James battles with his dark side.

Grief (Grim!Sirius & Luna, G)

The Grim looked far more beautiful than any books had given it credit for.

Guilt (Sirius & Remus, G)

"You never tried to contact Harry." Sirius and Remus have a difficult conversation.

Academics (Sirius & Hermione, implied J/S, G)

"Mrs Weasley says you can't tell Harry from James."

Jealous (Sirius & Peter, implied J/S, G)

He had an uncanny way of getting under your skin.

Azkaban (Sirius & Bellatrix, G)

"Hello, cousin."

Payback (J/S, nsfw, Explicit)

James needs to let out some pent-up tension. Sirius knows exactly the way to do it. Smut, dirty talk, revenge plotting.

First day of work (J/S, nsfw, Explicit/Mature)

James is ready to start at a new job. But he really should've asked the name of the stranger he had a one-night stand with the weekend before. Billionaire CEO AU, one night stand, hot boss.

The art of seduction (J/S, T)

James wants to know how Sirius would seduce someone. Friends to lovers, one thing leads to another.

Happy tonight (J/S, G)

James and Sirius escape the war for one night. Recreational drug use.

Permission (J/S, G)

Time and time again James tore down his walls. Romance, light angst.

Jeepster (J/S, G)

They had been sharing secrets that night, slowly moving from smaller to bigger ones. Friends to lovers.

One of these days (J/S, G)

For two smart, brilliant blokes, they can be surprisingly thick when it comes to love. Oblivious James, oblivious Sirius, POV Remus Lupin.

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1 (from Specialised in you)

2 (from A lesson in love)

3 (from Guilt)

4 (from Jealous)

My fics (Tumblr posts)

Just one kiss (Obi-Wan/Anakin, M, 5k)

Need you tonight (J/S, E, 1k)

Enchanted (J/S, E, 11k)

Practice makes perfect (J/S, E, 4k)

Fashion (J/S, T, 2k)

Surrounded by Black (Sirius/James/Regulus, E, 6k)

By my side (J/S, T, 1k)

A lesson in love (J/S, M, 6k)

Nothing like the feel of your hand (Harry/Ron, M, 1k)

Specialised in you (J/S, E, 11k)

What are best friends for (J/S, E, 2k)

Bathe with me (J/S, E, 4k)

#my writing

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otrtbs · 1 year

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hello!!!

i am a big admire of ur work and i think ur just a cool person in general from what ive gotton from ur tumblr, so i wanted to know what ur top 5 harry potter (doesn't just have to be marauders era) ships and why.

i just find it very interesting to see what people's favourite ships are and why. it can tell u a lot about a person.

have a good day <33

heyo!! thank you so much ahh!! :))

this is actually going to be so hard oml but i'll try my best

jegulus- i love the range james and regulus can have,,, LOVE it. i like exploring how they could work in a canonical sense and i also just like the deepening of james potter's characterization (i am a james girlie always) ,,, there's the whole best friend's brother angle,, the angst can be astronomical ,, it's so good!! (also not to mention just like all the lovely people i've been able to meet through jegulus!!)

dorelene- marlene mckinnon is the love of my life <3 dorcas meadowes is also the love of my life <3 i love them together. i love them in a canon compliant context,, the tears i shed from the angst,, dorcas being the ultimate weapon in avenging marlene,, i eat that up every.time. there's so much potential. quidditch rivals, academic rivals, mutual pining ,,, i like to read about cool people doing cool shit and dorlene is the embodiment of that to me

wolfstar- og. cannot express enough how wolfstar never lets me down <3 and i think it's because of the mass amount of wolfstar works on ao3 due to how long it's been a ship but there is a well-written wolfstar fic for EVERYTHING i could ever think to want. coffee shop au? bookstore au? enemies to lovers? canon compliance? slytherin sirius? anything my little brain fancies,, there is a wolfstar fic out there,, and that's a level of comfort that has spoiled me lmaoo

drarry- see wolfstar. first, drarry is my first harry potter ship so it goes on the board for nostalgia purposes and also bc it's my personal og ship. i was reading drarry one shots on tumblr on my little one direction blog lmfaoo. there is also a drarry fic for every situation i feel like. and it's so fun to explore in a canonical sense and after the war and yeah!! love drarry <3

jily- when it's done right i love jily and i also just feel like it's hard to not like jily if you come from wolfstar bc they're the background ship in so many wolfstar fics and i adore them <33 so. much. talk about devastating and tragic. and also lily evans my beloved <3 it's a good ship for slowburns ! and angst! and mischief and amortentia lessons <3 when i think jily i think abt reading fic that makes me giggle and kick my feet hahahaha (and then halloween happens and i think abt sobbing yk the vibes)

#asks #my fav ships change all the time tho #all the time

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stark-tony · 3 years

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most recent bookmarks (6/18/21)

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you game? cake time? by iron_spider (3k, T, pepperony) Peter stares at him.“I’d like your help,” Tony says, gesturing towards the ton of cakes. “Your refined palette.”Peter snorts. He can’t lie, excitement is rising in his throat and in his stomach, and he barely ate at lunch today because he was trying to finish up the book report before sixth period. “Does Miss Potts know you picked me?”“You can call her Pepper.”Peter cocks his head. “Does Pepper know you picked me to help you?”

The Dangers of Sleeping on the Upside of the Bed by Honorable_mention (1.1k, G, gen, quarantine) Midtown High School’s Academic Decathlon team had moved online. Once a week, even during the summer, everyone would log on and chat for a few minutes before trying to beat each other on Protobowl while hurling barely school appropriate threats at each other. It was really quite a lot of fun.Through these online meetings Cindy Moon had gotten the opportunity to intimately learn about her teammates in a way she hadn’t been able to when they were in-person. A person’s room and the way they talked to their family told you a lot about them.In which the members of the Academic Decathlon team get the chance to meet Peter's roommates

something bright coming his way by iron_spider (6.5k, T, gen, hurt peter) “Pete,” Tony’s voice says. “I’m heading to your location.”Peter narrows his eyes. Karen’s colors turn from dark red to a softer blue, which he takes as her celebrating Tony’s imminent arrival. How imminent? What?“What?” Peter says again. Like an idiot.“Your numbers aren’t what I like to see and you stopped moving and I was in the area, anyway. You know. Doing Iron Man things. You okay?”Peter blinks. He sees some more lights out ahead of him that he thinks are headlights, and he feels like Karen is trying to even out his vision by changing how things come across on the HUD. She’s failing, but he won’t say that. Can she read his brainwaves? No. Definitely not. Maybe. Either way he doesn’t wanna be mean to her, so he stops thinking.Ugh, his side hurts.

Of All the Nurses’ Offices in All the High Schools... by sahiya (7k, T, gen, outsiders pov, identity reveal, hurt peter) Peter Parker has his own gravitational orbit, and it tends to suck in the people around him. Including burned out school nurses who were just minding their own business.Or: Patrick Carmichael meets Spider-Man (and Tony Stark), adopts a cat, and gets just a little bit better.

a first time for everything by crowkag (7.7k, pepperony, sick peter) “Why are you whispering?” Pepper was asking, and the other noises were receding away behind the creak of a door and click of a lock.“Because I’m hosting a vigilante super-teen with enhanced hearing this weekend.” He slumped back into the couch cushions. “Or did you forget?”There was a sharp intake of breath.“Peter? Oh god, what did you—”“Nothing,” Tony rushed out, scrambling. “He’s fine. The kid’s fine, honey.”A beat of silence.“Okay, well, he’s not fine, but—”“Tony Stark—”

Is he or Is he not? by Omenthia_Arc (43.2k, G, pepperony, 5 + 1, people think peter is tony’s kid) Five times someone thought that Peter was Tony's biological son and one time everyone thought it.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35.7k, M, drarry, post-hogwarts, domestic) When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

The Wrong Sort by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle (289.5k, T, drarry, romione, gryffindor draco, canon divergence, torture) In which Draco Malfoy is sorted into Gryffindor and everything kind of goes to Hell from there… but hey. At least there’s a chance he won’t grow up to be an awful person. Alternatively titled ‘Draco Malfoy and the Worst Goddamn Seven Years of His Life’

The Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid (998.6k, E, drarry, wolfstar, romione, neville/ luna, grindeldore, lockhart/snape, time travel, fix it, abuse) All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter.Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.

more than getting by by sarewolf (34.4k, M, wolfstar, wolfstar raises harry) “What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

How Like Home by waitingondaisies (63.5k, T, jily, dimension travel) When Sirius falls through the veil, Harry chases after him, determined to find him on the other side. Instead, he finds nothing at all. When he wakes up, he is informed by Unspeakables that he is from an alternate universe.Thanks to his uncanny resemblance to his counterpart, Harry is readily recognized as a duplicate of Harry Potter, a normal fifteen year old boy, and is entrusted to the care of Lily and James Potter. From them, Harry discovers that Voldemort is not, and never was, a threat in this universe.Now, Harry must adapt to life with loving parents in a peaceful world.

Professor Black by Haunted_Frost (29k, T, wolfstar, professor regulus black) Kreacher's unending loyalty has allowed Regulus to survive the Inferi. In order to destroy the horcrux and ensure Voldemort's death, he goes back to Hogwarts, this time as a Potions professor. Years at this position give him new insights, even as the papers rave about how both the Blacks were traitors to their sides.When Sirius gets loose from Azkaban, Regulus knows one thing: he is not going to let his lunatic brother hurt his students.Inspired entirely by this tumblr post.

atla

(let me be) there for you by lesmiserablol (8.5k, T, zukka, post-war, bodyguard sokka, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers) Sokka pulls out a clean piece of parchment and starts to write:Reasons Why Sokka Would Be A Great Bodyguard for Lord ZukoHe smiles in satisfaction at the title. Seeing it in writing only makes him feel more confident in this brilliant, two-minute-old idea of his. Zuko is one of his closest friends, and Sokka is a great fighter, he would be the perfect bodyguard! He has the entirety of his trip in the Fire Nation to prove it to Zuko. This is going to be a piece of cake.(or, Sokka mistakes his crush for just a strong desire to be a guard for Zuko, and Suki is amused)

boy problems by burnt_oranges (22.2k, zukka, mailee, friends to lover, post-war, arranged marriage) “I accidentally signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka,” Zuko says faintly. He sits up so fast he almost falls out of his chair. “I signed off on an arranged marriage to Sokka, and he agreed."In which Zuko suffers in a variety of ways, including but not limited to: close and constant proximity to the object of his affections, assassination attempts, and irreparable injuries to his dignity.

we really should google these things first by Bundibird (3k, G, gen, modern) Sokka's aloe vera plant is in need of a good pruning, and what's Sokka gonna do, just throw out all the pruned leaves? When instead he can make aloe vera juice? Come on. (Only - maybe he should have googled this beforehand. Because it turns out there's an edible kind of aloe, and a toxic kind. Guess what kind Sokka has. Go on, guess.)(Or: the modern AU based on the time I nearly poisoned myself with a non-edible succulent.)

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Checked Out by whelvenwings (27.1k, G, destiel, dreamhunter, library au, librarian castiel, writer dean, openly bi dean, misunderstandings) Castiel Novak can think of many writers who would not be welcome under the roof of Heaven’s Gate library, where he is the librarian: Ayn Rand ranks highly (no explanation needed), as does Charles Dickens (he hasn’t forgiven Charles for the month he lost to The Pickwick Papers). And, of course, Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester, local author and obvious a-hole, who is entirely too handsome to be true and who is clearly totally lacking in profundity, intelligence, sincerity, and self-awareness. Unfortunately, though, Dean’s been invited to do a book signing at Heaven’s Gate - and Castiel’s about to be confronted by some unexpected feelings when he finally meets Dean for the first time.

Aim and Ignite by wincechesters (10.3k, M, destiel, cas in the bunker) After the angels fall and Cas loses his grace, and with Sam still recovering from the toll taken on his body by the trials, Dean starts a prank war as a way to lighten the mood in the bunker and alleviate his boredom. It might just have some unexpected consequences. --- A post-S8 canon AU.

bnha

Izuku plays video games with the League of Villains (among other things) by ADyingFlower (54.2k, T, gen, quirkless midoriya, villain deku) Izuku plays video games with the League of Villains, denies being a villain, has his beloved animal crossing file threatened, kicks ass with a shotgun, is proposed to, learns to deal with his depression, and accidentally kidnaps the son of the number two hero. In that order.Or: Five times Izuku played online with his friends, and one time he played with them in personThen Himiko screams.“CAPTAIN!” “Y-yeah?” Tomura asks almost hesitantly. “LOOK!!” All four of them spin around, right as a cannonball comes soaring inches from Izuku’s head from the Galleon less than a three feet away from them. They scream. “OH FUCK NO NO NO NO! NO!” Dabi yells, running to load the cannons. “DUDE WE HAVE SO MUCH SHIT! NO! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”“Hey guys, guys! Hey, chill!” Izuku shrieks frantically, right as one of the players boards their ship and starts shooting. “CHILL THE FUCK OUT!”

our trust shot full of holes by nolov (louscr) (25.9k, T, gen) When he's twelve, Izuku meets his best friend. Neither of them are especially good at having friends, but they make do.The other shoe drops less than a week into his first year at U.A.

Are You Valued? by cyber_phobia (9.2k, T, dad for one) "What are you drawing, Izuku?" Hisashi asks with adoration dripping in his voice. "It's Uncle!" Izuku shouts, smacking his dad's arm for daring to ask once more. All the air leaves Hisashi's lungs in one fell swoop.

To Spark A Smile by awefull (1.1k, G, gen, dadzawa) A six-year-old. Aizawa was the guardian of a six-year-old. Aizawa, a pro-hero, who had poor eating habits, and no sleep schedule, was in charge of raising a little girl.He, reasonably, had some concerns.

Long Night in the Valley by Marsalias (53.7k, T, gen, suspected traitor, dad might, dad for one) On paper, the Hero Commission's plan to investigate Midoriya Izuku under the guise of a training course for combating mental quirks is solid, almost foolproof, even. If Midoriya turns out to be innocent, they can pass everything off as part of the training exercise, assuming he even remembered any of it. Otherwise, they could beg forgiveness after the traitor was securely imprisoned in Tartarus.The paper plan failed to take into account the feral ghosts living in Midoriya Izuku's head, or his equally feral living friends.Time to bring on the chaos.

i gave the voices in my head a megaphone by hannahbal (17.3k, todoroki/midoriya/shinsou) ...and they started singing Megan Thee Stallion.(Hitoshi, like any good friend, brainwashes Izuku’s anxiety away for a day so he can know some peace. The problem? Izuku has no fear of god or consequences.Izuku also has no goddamn filter.)

Nothing Could Be More Worthwhile by Krisington (3.5k, G, gen, dad might) Toshinori Yagi wouldn’t say he had let his guard down in retirement, not exactly. It was more accurate to say that he had let his guard down in his true form. He didn’t notice others, and others didn’t notice him. It had become a small pleasure, he realized, one he was reluctant to let go.He should have known better.The man managed to reach All Might’s forehead a split second before All Might grabbed the man’s arm. But a second was just enough.A villain showed All Might a vision of Izuku. Bloodied. Broken. Fading. Was that some future that would come to pass? Toshinori needed to do everything in his power to make sure it wasn't.

everything i wanted by raindrops_0 (9k, T, gen, 5 + 1) Izuku turns to face Hitoshi and flashes a bright smile, eyes folding into crescent moons.Bright like the afternoon sun swallowing Hitoshi whole, bright like All Might’s fucking perfect grin, bright like he’s already a hero.Bright like everything Hitoshi has ever wanted and then more.(Hitoshi can’t help it, but he hates. Of course Izuku can smile as if the whole world is in his hands. He’s never had to fight for every little thing and be hated for it.)Or 5 times Hitoshi misjudged the golden boy of UA, and 1 time he finally understood.

hp/bnha

Bend Before You Break by orkestrations (16.2k, T, gen) When Izuku set out for his morning run, the last thing he was expecting was to be plucked from his own world by magic and thrown into another universe entirely.Removed from his own conflict and with no way back, he sets himself to figuring out this world and its own incipient war while searching for a way to possibly reverse the spell that brought him here.It's just his luck that the year he arrives is the same year the government decides it's a great idea to bring back the potentially-deadly tournament.

#my fics recs #most recent bookmarks #hp recs #atla recs #mcu recs #bnha recs #spn recs #abuse tw #torture tw

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“You’re a slacker and I’m a straight A student and we were paired together for a group project and I just want you to get out of the way and let me do everything but you insist on helping for some odd reason ” AU with wolfstar please

Remus froze in horror as he reached into the bowl of names to pick his partner for their history project. He looked out at the sea of his classmates and prayed for someone good. He knew no one in the room would really mind being his partner, because Remus was studious and took his academic seriously, so being his partner for a project basically guaranteed a good grade.

His hand wrapped around a piece of paper and he lifted his up. “Sirius Black,” he said as evenly as he could while his heart sank. Sirius Black was a notorious trouble maker who barely did any school work and only got decent grades because he was smart and was good at taking tests. Most days he didn’t even bother handing in his homework and he spent most of class lounging back with his feet on the desk and his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

Remus risked a glance over at Sirius and he found Sirius beaming at him. It was odd to see Sirius look so excited about anything school related. The only time Black got excited about anything was the stupid pranks he liked to pull with his friend James. At least Remus hadn’t ended up with Potter as his partner. James was even worse than Sirius but it seemed that misfortune had landed on Lily Evans.

Taking his seat again, Remus began jotting down ideas for what point in history they should do. He immediately dismissed World War Two as he figured most people would be drawn to that era. He didn’t want to pick anything too obscure, knowing he’d be doing everything himself. There was no point in making things harder when it came time to research.

Remus had been so busy with his list that he must have missed the teacher telling them to meet up with their partners. He was startled when Sirius Black dropped his books onto Remus’ desk and sat backwards in the chair in front of Remus to face him.

“Hi there!” Sirius said, running his fingers through his shoulder length hair. “How’s it going, Lupin?”

Remus jotted down a few more ideas before he forgot them and then glanced up at Sirius. “I’m fine, you?”

“I’m fantastic,” Sirius said, leaning in towards Remus as if they were sharing a secret. “I was hoping I’d be paired with a cute boy for this.”

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius Black was a shameless flirt, everyone knew that. “I was thinking maybe we could do the Victorian era,” Remus told him, chewing on the end of his pen.

“I was thinking ancient Rome,” Sirius said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know with all those orgies and stuff.”

Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more. “We’re not presenting on orgies to the class.”

Sirius grinned, putting his arm on the back of the chair and resting his chin in his hand. “You want to do the Victorian era where seeing someone’s ankle was considered scandalous.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow at him in response. “You do know Oscar Wilde was imprisoned for sodomy during this era, right?” he said, making Sirius’ eyes go wide. Probably from the use of the word sodomy. “And Lord Byron was off fucking pretty much anything that would move.”

Sirius hummed softly. “I guess that could be cool.”

Remus sighed. “So glad you approve,” he said with a hint of annoyance. He was going to have to do the whole project himself anyway. He didn’t really need Sirius’ input anyway.

“Wanna meet in the library after school?” Sirius asked, gathering up his stuff as the teacher announced the end of class.

“Why?” Remus asked, frowning as Sirius stood up.

Sirius laughed. “To work on the project?”

“Oh, um, sure.”

“Perfect!” Sirius said, beaming at him. Remus gave him a tentative smile in return. He was surprised to see Sirius so enthusiastic about a school project. “’I’ll see you there!”

“See you.”

***

Remus got a few books about the Victorian Era and spread them out over the table he’d picked at the back of the library. He thought maybe Sirius would bail on their plans to meet up, which honestly suited Remus just fine. He’d get along better without having Sirius interrupting him. He chewed on his pen cap as he jotted down some notes.

“Hey Remus!” Sirius said, sliding in the chair beside him. “Sorry I’m late. Peter got his hand stuck in a peanut butter jar…again. I swear it’s like being friends with Winnie the Pooh.” Sirius laughed and slung his arm over Remus’ shoulders with a familiarity that just did not exist between them. Remus wondered if it would be rude to shake Sirius off him.

Remus cleared his throat and decided to change the subject back to school. He didn’t want to get to know Sirius Black. He didn’t want that kind of trouble in his life. Sure, Sirius was gorgeous, vivacious and intriguing, but he also had a tendency to get bored of people easily. It seemed like every month there were rumors of Sirius with another bloke. Whether they were true or not was another matter and Remus didn’t know Sirius well enough to be sure. At one point Remus had cared a great deal about the goings-on of Sirius Black but he’d more or less gotten over his stupid crush.

“So I was thinking we could talk about the evolution of the English novel starting and it’s reflection of society at the time,” Remus said, writing down the names of a few authors he wanted to mention.

“Sounds very swotty,” Sirius teased, reading the list over Remus’ shoulder. “I’m not going to have to read all those books, am I?”

“No,” Remus said, shaking his head. “I’ve read most of the ones I want to touch on. Dickens, Conan Doyle, Austen, Bronte, Wilde.”

“I have read Hound of the Baskerville,” Sirius offered, glancing at the list again. “I’ve seen the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice. Does that count for anything?”

Remus chuckled despite himself. “It’s more accurate to the book than the Kiera Knightly one.”

“I mostly just watched it because Colin Firth is hot,” Sirius said with a shrug. “And I know about a Christmas Carol, even though I’ve never read it.”

“Let me guess, the Muppet version?” Remus quipped, turning his head to look at Sirius and noticing just how close their bodies were. Their breath was actually mingling together.

Sirius grinned. “It’s still the same story.”

“I knew it!” Remus laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I don’t know…” Sirius said softly, bringing his other hand up and brushing his fingers over Remus’ cheek. “What are you going to do with me?”

Remus felt his cheeks go red and he quickly turned away back to the safety of his books. “I’m thinking maybe we should talk about the poverty of the time and the classism at work in British society. Maybe talk about how a lot of novels had protagonists trying to improve their social standing – Great Expectations, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, Oliver Twist.”

Sirius listened to Remus ramble with a bemused smirk on his face. When Remus glanced back over he noticed Sirius was staring at him intently. It made Remus’ stomach clench uneasily.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Remus’ jaw dropped. “I don’t see how that’s relevant – “

“Is that a no?”

Remus flipped the page of his notebook just for something to do to continue ignoring Sirius’ question. “It’s none of your business,” he finally responded after Sirius didn’t let it go.

“I could make it my business,” Sirius said, licking his lips and smiling. “Why don’t you give me your number?”

“Why?”

“Because I want it.”

Remus scowled at him. “Sirius, I’m not interested –“

“Bollocks.”

Remus’ frown deepened. “Not everyone is interested in you, Black. Y-you’re annoying and selfish and reckless.”

“Flatterer,” Sirius said, his grin showing that he didn’t really believe Remus. “Come on, I’m not that bad, Lupin. I’ve got some good qualities too.”

Remus huffed out a breath. “I don’t know you well enough to say if that’s true or not,” he informed his project partner. “We’ve never exactly spent any significant amount of time together.”

“Let’s change that then, hm?” Sirius said, grabbing Remus’ notebook and scribbling down his number. “Text me tonight and we’ll pick a time this weekend to work on the project. I’ll come over to yours because my place is a nightmare.”

“What?” Remus asked, blinking in utter confusion at Sirius. He wasn’t sure but he thought Sirius Black had just invited himself over to Remus’ house on the weekend.

“I’ve got to get going but don’t do the whole project without me, okay?” Sirius said, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I promise I’m not completely useless.”

Remus could do nothing but stare up at Sirius with a puzzled expression on his face. Sirius smiled at him and then went bounding out of the library. Remus looked down at this notebook and the number scrawled over the middle of the page. Remus tore the page out of his notebook since it was ruined anyway. He considered throwing it into the rubbish bin but shoved it into his pocket instead. He thought about ignoring Sirius’ request and just continuing on by himself. Instead he took the books up to the front desk and checked them out so that he could continue his research over the weekend. Even if Sirius didn’t show up to help him, Remus would be prepared to finish the project on his own.

***

Against his better judgment Remus texted Sirius later that night. He had talked it over with his mum during dinner and she had agreed to let Sirius come over on Saturday. She had been a bit surprised that Remus had asked to have a friend over. The only friend he’d ever had over before was Lily and they were such good friends that Remus didn’t really have to ask if Lily could come over anymore, she was always welcome at the Lupin house.

You can come over tomorrow if you want.

You texted me!

Well yeah. You gave me your number.

What time should I come over?

Around lunchtime? My mum said she’d make us something if you want to eat here before we get started.

I can eat anything I want?

I mean as long as we have it.

Can I eat you?

Shut up. I’ll see you at lunchtime.

***

Sirius arrived at Remus’ a little before noon and he seemed energetic, practically bouncing off the walls. He ate his lunch with gusto, munching on the ham and cheese sandwiches Remus’ mum had made. Sirius had kept the conversation going with Remus’ mum and Remus just sat there eating his food, kind of in a daze. He hadn’t expected Sirius to put so much effort in to talking with his mum. Sirius was alarmingly charming and it seemed like he was attempting to make a good impression. Remus had no idea why.

“Uh, Sirius and I are going to my room to work on the project,” Remus said, grabbing Sirius by the arm and hauling him up out of his seat. He practically dragged Sirius down the hallway to his room and shut the door.

“Anxious to get me alone, huh?” Sirius asked, biting his bottom lip.

“What are you doing?” Remus asked, searching Sirius’ face for some kind of hint that he was lying or being a prat. Instead Sirius just smiled at him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sirius responded with a shrug. “I was just being polite. Am I not allowed to be polite to your mum who made me lunch?”

Remus huffed, the air puffing out his cheeks for a moment and then causing the curls on his forehead to move when he released it. “You never put it effort for anything.”

“That’s not true,” Sirius said softly, reaching out and playing with one of Remus’ curls.

Remus worked his jaw for a moment. “This isn’t – you don’t –“

“I don’t?” Sirius challenged, twisting his hand into the front of Remus’ jumper and tugging him forward slightly. “How do you know?”

Remus stared at Sirius for a moment and then shook his head. “Why are you trying so hard, Sirius?”

Sirius grinned. “Because you’re making things difficult for me.”

“And if I stopped?” Remus asked, crowding in closer to Sirius.

“Then things would be remarkably easier.”

“You’d get bored of me,” Remus said, glancing down for a moment at Sirius’ mouth and how very, very close it was. “Probably quicker than all the others – “

“Ugh,” Sirius groaned, dropping his head back against the door. “Is that why? Remus, come on. I thought you of all people would be above listening to that gossip.”

Remus frowned. “Lily told me she saw you snogging Evan Rosier.”

“Yeah, well, we all make mistakes,” Sirius grumbled unhappily. “I dated Evan for a month and when I dumped him the stupid prick started making shit up about me. He has been for months just to get back at me. I guess I really am unforgettable.”

Remus placed his hands gently at Sirius’ waist, slipping his fingers under Sirius’ t-shirt to touch his skin. It was warm and soft and Sirius made a cute little gasping noise at the contact. “So I’m not just your latest conquest then?”

Sirius shook his head emphatically. “I fancy you,” he said, pressing his nose against Remus’ jawline in a gentle, sliding it up towards his ear before playfully biting the lobe. “I have for a while now but you don’t exactly make it easy to get to know you.”

Remus smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’ temple. “I suppose I don’t,” he agreed quietly, shifting his hand to splay against the small of Sirius’ back. “I’ll let you close, if you want.”

“I want,” Sirius breathed out. “Fuck Remus, kiss me.”

Remus turned his head and captured Sirius’ lips, pressing Sirius back against the wall. Sirius’ mouth dropped open and Remus took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. Sirius moaned and carded his fingers through Remus’ curls until his hand was fisted in Remus’ hair at the back of his head.

Remus broke the kiss after a few life-altering moments and pressed his forehead against Sirius’. “Sirius…”

“Does this mean you’ll stop making things so bloody difficult for me then?” Sirius asked, his kiss-swollen lips twitching into a smirk.

“Absolutely not,” Remus said, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Sirius’ mouth. It would do Sirius good to keep having to put in a little effort. “Still interested?”

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said, pulling Remus into another kiss. “If we get a good grade on the project will you be my boyfriend?”

“We’re guaranteed to get a good grade,” Remus informed him, nipping playfully at Sirius’ lower lip. “I wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

“Well then?” Sirius asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at Remus.

“Yes,” Remus agreed to their proposed deal, sealing it with a kiss. Even though they were going to get a good grade on it, Remus knew Sirius would continue to work extra hard on it for Remus. Renowned trouble maker Sirius Black was going to put in effort into something school related because of Remus - because he wanted Remus. It was the best thing that had ever happened to Remus in his life.

And if the project took twice as long to finish, because they couldn’t help interrupting their work to snog each other, well that was pretty spectacular as well.

#wolfstar #i write things #modern day au #high school au #sirius black x remus lupin #long post #anon prompt #fluff

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[...]Inversion serves no practical purpose for the layman caster, being a complicated and delicate process that requires such a high level of skill in abstract visualisation that most would struggle to perform even a basic matrix alteration without risking compromising the integrity of the spell. Conversely, adding a twist of the wand during the final motion will increase the shield's efficacy by approximately 33%, while adding a reflective effect. The direction and degree of the twist determines the angle of the rebounding spell within a statistically insignificant margin of error[...]

"I leave you alone for five minutes, and you've got your nose in that book again."

James reached down and pulled the journal from his hands -- gently, and with care not to lose the page, which Remus appreciated.

"I only had an idea--"

"You're always having ideas," James supplied archly, pressing a cup of some dubious liquid into his hands.

"At least mine are good," Remus grumbled, sniffing the drink tentatively. "Urgh, what did you put in this?"

"Little of this, little of that," came the cryptic reply.

Remus briefly debated the merits of burying his best mate in his own backyard. Maybe beneath the tree; he'd probably get a kick out of that. Probably make a joke about permanent wood or something equally crass, which honestly would just set Remus to giggling like one of his third years and he'd never get the job done. He'd keep dropping the shovel.

He must have made a face because James just laughed at him -- that big, booming laugh of his, like a shot in the heart, and Remus loved him so much he could just punch himself in the fucking face.

"I hate you," he insisted, kicking James in the shins (gently.) James grinned and kicked him back.

"Love you too, Moony."

"I will rip your arms off and use them to play YYZ off your fat fucking head."

"It will be the best thing to happen to it, I assure you."

"Since when do you play the drums?" Lily asked as she swept into the room with her own drink in hand. She paused to brush her lips against Remus' forehead before kissing James on the cheek and settling down on the chair beside him.

(Lily did not ask why Remus was threatening her husband with violence, because after more than twenty years of dealing with their antics, she was well inured to them.)

"I don't," Remus admitted, "but I'd learn. I'd learn just for that."

Lily shook her head fondly.

"I'm sure you would, you're obsessive like that." She took a sip of her mystery drink and grimaced, but did not flinch. "Speaking of obsessive, how's the feud?"

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"I'm about to single-handedly start a war with France at this rate." He picked the deck up and shuffled it, just to have something to do with his hands. "He's fucking relentless. He published a thirty-three page treatise on my subject, in English, in one of the biggest international journals in existence and it's like he went out of his way to disprove every word I've ever written in the snidest way humanly possible."

"That does take some dedication," James allowed.

"He included pictures."

"Oh, now that's just petty."

Remus began dealing.

"The worst bit is with the pictures, I can see what he's doing with his wand" -- James snorted -- "so I know he's not lying, which was my first thought, or fucking up the wand movement. So it is rebounding on him. Somehow."

Remus was still not entirely clear on how Black was managing that, but it had also not been Black's first time reproducing his results, as he had worn full protective gear in the photographs -- including a face shield. And while it was gratifying to watch the bastard set himself on fire, that was... also very much not the result that Remus wanted to see, from an academic perspective.

... He was definitely framing that picture, though.

"So what's your next move?" asked James as he examined the hand Remus had dealt him.

(It was shit; Remus could tell because that little knot between his brows had flickered into existence for just a second.)

If Remus was honest with himself -- and he generally wasn't -- what he should do was use Black's findings as a starting point for testing his own methods for flaws. And he would do that. Probably. But what he was also going to do was to test Black's suggestions -- because oh, did he ever have suggestions, and of course they all included using Mordenkainen's sodding Method, because Black obviously had a hard-on for the man the size of the fucking Eiffel Tower.

So yes. Remus would play by his rules, and he'd figure out a way to break them. It was kind of his thing. And then...

"You know that guest lecture I'm scheduled to give at the end of August?" he asked lightly, meeting Lily's eyes over the table. She nodded.

(She'd also been chewing her lip. A middling hand; not bad, not great.)

"At the academy in Reykjavík, wasn't it?"

Remus hummed affirmatively, leaning back in his chair as he picked up his own cards.

"Well, I'll have a captive audience of aspiring academicians and a whole stage to myself. Reckon I can get in some quality time making my bloody point."

James discarded two cards and replaced them, throwing his head back and letting out a single, sharp bark of laughter.

(Whatever he'd just drawn was worse.)

"Aren't they broadcasting you over the Wireless? I think I remember you saying something about that before. It was rather a big deal."

The only answer Remus gave in return was a wide, wild grin, and two quiet knocks on the table.

James folded with a colourful oath; Lily frowned, but raised him, pushing a small stack of three red chips forward.

Favours.

She would, that arsehole.

Remus responded by pushing a red stack of equal size towards her, followed by a pair of black chips.

Dares.

They stared one another down unblinkingly, each trying to bluff the other into breaking.

Lily pushed two black chips forward, and knocked twice.

"Call," said Remus. Lily arched a brow at him challengingly.

"Show 'em, Lupin."

They slapped their cards down on the table in unison, and Remus felt his triumphant shout die in his throat.

He had forgotten, in his hubris, that Lily bit her lip when she was trying not to laugh, too.

"Oh, cachu hwch," he groaned, dropping his head onto his arms.

"Aww, Lily, you've broken him," James cooed, poking Remus in the shoulder and earning himself a firm punch in the ribs.

Lily grinned smugly.

"Right, so the favours you can cash in by getting Harry through History, kicking and screaming if you must."

"Oh, I must," Remus muttered.

"And the first of your dares will be to attend a luncheon with me on Sunday, in James' place."

"Polyjuice?"

"Yes."

Remus looked at James, who shook his head.

"I am begging you. Her sister will be there."

"Brilliant." Remus turned back to Lily with a deeply aggrieved sigh. "The second?"

Her grin turned positively wicked.

"If you ever happen meet your eternal rival in person, you are hereby honour-bound to buy him a drink on my behalf."

#applied theory #hp #remus lupin #lily potter #james potter #harry gets a mention #poker #game night banter #remus is petty AF #he's in good company #wolfstar academic wars au #writing #my writing #fanfiction

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It was with extreme difficulty that Sirius managed to get through his lessons for the day and refrain from stomping around his classroom like a stroppy teenager.

If he was honest with himself -- and he often was -- he had not been particularly kind about that British study on matrix inversion when he had referenced it in his own write-up months ago. Of course, it was a fascinating theory -- and far more creative than le Comité typically allowed -- which is why he had tested it in the first place. But as it happened, this Lupin character had been completely bloody wrong, as his favourite set of work robes could now attest (or would, if they weren't burned to cinders.) There wasn't anything else for it but to warn the rest of the community from making the same mistake he had.

He had never once expected Lupin to read his paper, let alone rip it to shreds in a blistering rebuttal the likes of which Sirius had never encountered in his entire academic career.

[...] Unfortunately, Black's application of Mordenkainen's Method within this context, while promising in theory, is dangerously flawed in practice. The shield will hold fast provided spells only strike its centre, where no duelist of any skill would cast. Upon blocking a single, low-powered Stunning Spell at thirty degrees, the shield using this method was observed to violently shatter, injuring the caster[...]

It was as embarrassing as it was incorrect; Sirius had tested that spell from every angle, in a variety of settings and situations. It was foolproof -- or so he had thought because apparently, this fool in particular seemed to have confounded even those precautions.

Sirius paced around his office, cigarette between his teeth, muttering to himself as he tried to figure out what Lupin had done wrong, if for no other reason than so that he could pen his own response and explain to the community -- with pictures if he must -- why Lupin was actually a complete, knuckle-dragging moron.

There was a knock at his door, and before Sirius could even respond, it swung open, and his younger brother walked in.

"J'ai encore reçu une lettre qui t'es adressé," Regulus was grousing, not even looking up from the small pile of letters he was shuffling in his hands. "Je vois que c'est trop demander, de s'assurer que les académiciens savent lire."

He shoved the envelopes into Sirius' chest with a sour expression and, despite his equally sour mood, Sirius cracked a grin.

"Ils ont au moins bien compris ton nom cette fois-ci?"

Regulus threw his hands up with a noise of disgust.

"Bien sûr que non! Ils étaient tous adressés au 'Professeur Sirius Black, Maître de la Défense.' Pah!" he spat. "Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas, un de ceux qui avaient au moins mon titre correct m'appelait Régis! Régis, Sirius!"

Sirius threw his head back and laughed, his own woes briefly forgotten in the face of his brother's unending struggle with maintaining an academic presence separate from his.

"Quelle tragédie d'avoir deux frères brillants dans... des domaines d'études complètement différents," he managed, sarcasm breaking through the remnants of his laughter. "Comment nous différencient-ils?"

Regulus collapsed into one of the chairs by the fire, a look of complete bewilderment on his face.

"Je ne comprends pas pourquoi les Astronomes ne se souviennent pas correctement de mon nom. Je porte littéralement le nom d'une étoile!"

"Si ça te console, je reçois toujours du courrier adressé à Orion Black, donc t'es pas seul."

The brothers exchanged a dark look.

"Idiots," Regulus stated firmly, and Sirius let out a grunt of assent as he opened one of his letters.

It was from l'Académie de la Magie, once more rejecting his proposal, this time due to the fact that "questions had been raised" regarding the safety and efficacy of his methods.

Fucking Lupin.

Sirius stormed back to his desk where the latest issue of Open European Journal on Defensive Theory lay, Lupin's essay mocking him from its pages. If l'Académie had seen it, then that meant le Comité had seen it. And if le Comité had, then that meant his father--

Merde.

This ignominy could not stand unanswered, he decided. It was not enough to simply rebut Lupin's bullshit paper. Now he wanted nothing more than to beat Lupin at his own game.

"Tu es occupé ce week-end?" he asked Regulus lightly without looking up from the journal. His brother let out a low groan.

"Est-ce que quelque chose ou quelqu'un va encore prendre feu?"

"C'est possible," Sirius allowed. He glanced up to see Regulus pinching the bridge of his nose, looking at once pained and resigned.

"Rappelle-moi pourquoi je te parle encore?"

"Parce que je suis amusant."

"C'est vrai." Regulus sighed, dropping his hands in a sign Sirius knew for victory. "OK, je vais prendre tes notes pour toi, pyromane."

Sirius grinned toothily at his little brother.

"Excellent."

He couldn't recall the last time he had been so fired up over a project. It was... exciting. Thrilling, even. He was a hound on the hunt, scenting blood. He was going to dissect every part of Lupin's theory, break it down to its barest components, and grind it to dust beneath his heel.

Sirius was confident he could take Mordenkainen's Method and improve on it, adjust it so that it would absorb rather than reflect. And what a coup it would be if he could manage a modification that could manage both! He was certain he could manage it, and when he did, no one in Europe would doubt him again. He'd be welcomed at the table on his own merits, not because of who his father was -- for good or ill.

As for Lupin himself... well he was welcome to try and respond if he dared. Sirius would be ready for him.

Because if Sirius was honest with himself -- and he often was -- there was nothing he loved more than a challenge.

#sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #applied theory #wolfstar academic wars au #writing #my writing #hp #french #so much french #the conversations are mostly flavor.#i promise lol.

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Remus had only just poured himself his first (much needed and well-deserved) cuppa for the day when his absolute least favourite person appeared, looming over his desk and draining what little hope and joy Remus might have been able to muster at seven o'clock in the morning.

Nonetheless, he put his claws away (mentally) and plastered on a pleasant(ish) smile as he looked up.

"What can I help you with, Severus?"

In lieu of an immediate answer, Snape slapped a book down in front of him, a gleeful grin lighting his face and filling Remus with a deep sense of foreboding. And annoyance.

Truthfully, mostly annoyance.

"I thought you might be interested in reading this."

Remus looked down at the title.

Le Journal pour la Société Nationale de Sorcellerie et de Théorie Magique

"Sorry to disappoint," he lied, "but I don't see how this would be relevant to my interests at all."

(In reality, he had stopped taking French lessons after his mother passed when he was thirteen, as he had irrationally decided to become cross with her over it -- it made perfect sense at the time, but was perfectly silly in hindsight. Regardless, there was no way he was going to be able to read a French academic journal, but neither was he about to admit that to Severus sodding Snape.)

"Oh, I think you might be surprised, Lupin," Snape oozed, and really, Remus dearly wished he'd bugger off and go bother Pomona or something. "Try page seventy-three. I think you'll find it... most illuminating."

With that, he turned on his heel and floated out of Remus' office like a parp on the wind and Remus, despite his better judgement, was just curious enough to look.

It was, as he had expected, a struggle. Thankfully, English had enough borrowed words from French that he could make out every other fifth word or so without too much trouble, and from there it was a matter of figuring out context clues and-- hold the floo.

[...] inverser la matrice du sort conduirait à un échec catastrophique, avec 98 % de probabilité de rebond à la source. Bien que l'équipe de recherche menant une telle expérience ait dû être prudente, cet auteur croit fermement que cette étude affirme un coup de chance non reproductible comme preuve. Une telle affirmation est au mieux irresponsable, et au pire gravement dangereuse[...]

Inverser la matrice... they were talking about matrix inversion! That was his thing! He had just published something about that in Quarterly last month. Well, now he was invested, wasn't he?

Remus read a little more carefully, trying to determine exactly what this team had to say about his theory. Something about catastrophic... hang on, what the bleeding hell did "échec" mean? And ninety-eight per cent probability of rebound -- at least he was pretty sure that word was rebound, but anyway, where did that number even come from? He looked farther down, picking out words he could recognise: non-reproducible. Irresponsible. Dangerous.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked no one in particular. Perhaps the Universe.

He was about ninety per cent sure that this paper was calling him an idiot.

Remus was out of his chair like a shot, grabbing a fistful of floo powder and tossing it into the grate.

"Librarian's Office," he snapped, shoving his head into the flames.

As expected, Irma was less than pleased to see his head in her fireplace.

"I come in peace," he promised before she could say anything, "I just need a quick favour."

"You've a lot of nerve," Irma growled, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.

"I just need to borrow your French dictionary."

"Why?"

"My honour is being impugned by the French and I need to respond in kind."

That got an amused sort of sniff out of her, so it was probably the closest to a correct answer as he was liable to get.

"Fine. I'll have it sent to your office, Professor." Her expression turned forbidding. "See to it that this one returns to me without scorch marks."

Remus winced.

"That was an accident."

"That was a three-hundred-year-old text."

Oops.

"Well, you have my word regardless," he added bracingly. She seemed to accept his non-apology, turning back to her book with a vague wave of dismissal.

Remus extracted himself from the fire and returned to his desk, eyes scanning the pages of the journal to find the identity of his nemesis.

Black, S. O.

No et al, so clearly another solo researcher, like himself (or else so arrogant that he couldn't be arsed to name his contributors alongside himself, which Remus felt was more accurate.)

The dictionary appeared on his desk, and he flipped it open, filled with righteous indignation as he... had apparently forgotten about his tea.

... And it was cold. Bugger.

It wasn't even eight o'clock. Fanfuckingtastic start to the day.

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar academic wars au #applied theories #hp #i can't stick in epistolary very long.#i also clearly chose the google translate take the wheel option #if i got things wrong please judge me severely #i am a perfectionist #i want it to be correct lol #i know enough french to be able to tell if something is def wrong #but not enough to catch nuance #remus is a salty academic tho #chaos writing #no edits no betas #we die like men #my writing

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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Applied Theory Masterpost

This is where I put my Wolfstar Academic Wars AU.

Prologue: The Excerpt

Serve: The Insult

Return: The Audacity

Backhand: The Challenge

(to be updated as I add more.) AO3 version can be found here.

#tennis metaphors instead of chapters lmao #hp #applied theory #masterpost #wolfstar academic wars au #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #snape if you squint #me: i'm not gonna make this masterpost today #i said. like a liar.

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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Applied Theory Update

Finally got that chapter up that's been sitting in my drafts since before the holidays, and it's short but it's a necessary transition into the next bit which is where we get into shenanigans.

Anyway, if you're wanting to give the story a follow properly, I do crosspost on AO3. :)

#applied theory chat #hp #fanfiction #wolfstar academic wars au #update #here be the AO3 link #there's a master post somewhere but ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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"Any scholar worth his -- or her, yes, thank you Margrét -- it's... look, the point is, the key to any successful spell is...? [indistinct voices] Exactly! Visualisation! If you don't have a clear picture in mind of your end result, if you don't believe in what you're casting, your spell will most likely fail. It's the same principle that holds true for Apparation, for Summoning a book across a room, for... turning a raven into a writing desk. This is one of the core tenets of performing magic of any class or level. And it is especially vital once you've advanced your theoretical spell to a physical testing stage. The last thing you'd want to do is, say, accidentally set yourself on fire. That would be embarrassing to say the least, wouldn't it?"

Sirius savagely scratched out a line on one of the essays he was grading, quietly mocking the wave of titters that followed Lupin's jab.

The bastard wasn't even a half-hour into his lecture and he had already made no fewer than eight such comments; some veiled, some less so, but all very obviously directed at Sirius' most recent publication. The most galling part was that while Lupin was not the only guest lecturer presenting that week, he was -- Sirius had to admit -- the most engaging.

"Hmph. C'est logique que Lupin soit si drôle," he muttered to himself. "C'est un clown."

"Now there's been some discussion recently about the best method to do this, and I'm not going to lie to you--" (Yes he was) "--I truly disagree with this entire notion of 'Oh, just wiggle your wand like this and it'll work' -- well, I'm sorry, but no. When you're in a duel, are you going to have the wherewithal to calculate angles? Perhaps. But it's far more likely that you're going to send a spell ricocheting off somewhere you'd rather it didn't..."

Sirius sent a scathing glare at the wireless, dearly hoping that Lupin could feel the burn of it from two thousand miles away. Clearly the idiot had no duelling experience; even his fifth years could approximate an angle at a glance. It simply took practice.

"With this method, all you have to do is cast it in reverse. [muttering] And unlike Mordenkainen's method, it doesn't require complex thinking in the heat of the moment. Observe -- Protego Inverto!"

Sirius blinked.

Inverto. Not Verto, which would have made infinitely more sense -- quicker, more efficient, less fussing about with syllables for the same effect. Fucking Inverto. That was why his experiments kept failing.

"Je vais traverser la mer et l'étrangler." He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep, aggrieved sigh. "Si je dois nager, je le ferai."

Well. He supposed he couldn't fault Lupin entirely for that one. The Hogwarts curriculum was woefully lacking in terms of Spellcraft; it was why he had chosen to stay on at Beauxbatons. Anything that Lupin would have learned would have been largely self-taught -- he'd never left Britain before taking his post at his alma mater.

(Not that Sirius had looked him up or anything. Pure coincidence that he'd found the information at all.)

He considered his options as Lupin continued showing off his stupid, finicky little charm to a room full of burgeoning young scholars who didn't know any better. There was always the option of redoing the research and revising his last paper, which he'd probably do anyway, just to be thorough. But this -- he winced as the crowd on the wireless cheered -- this required an immediate response.

"...Une réponse, hm?"

Sirius yanked the top drawer of his desk open, pulling out a long sheet of crimson parchment that he saved for emergencies and particularly bad days; he supposed this qualified as both.

"Parfait," he breathed, dipping a quill into the inkwell, and began to write:

M. Lupin,

It is with deep regret that I must inform you that you are an embarrassment to the field of Spellcraft...

He paused. The goal was not to publicly humiliate the man, simply tell him off for being an irresponsible and idiotic researcher. And he clearly had some faculty with French, as he'd managed to read Sirius' research well enough to comment on it (albeit clumsily.) And besides, it would be much more satisfying to have a go at him in his native tongue.

He cleared the ink and tried again.

C'est avec un profond regret que je dois vous informer que vous êtes un embarras pour le domaine de la Sorcellerie...

...Yes, this would be much better.

#applied theory #sirius black #hp #wolfstar academic wars au #fanfiction #writing #my writing #wow look at that #this has been in my drafts half finished forever guys #but i did not forget

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