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Remus came up behind him and gently pried his hands away.

“Your hands aren’t wet enough,” he said quietly, his breath brushing Sirius’ ear and making his neck tingle. “And you’re squeezing too hard.”

His skin was starting to feel hot.

“Okay.” He croaked out instead. His heart hammered as Remus cupped his hands with his own–dwarfing him by at least half an inch–-and began guiding him up and down.

“You’ve got to brace your hand here along the side,” he murmured quietly. Sirius bit hard at the inside of his cheek. “And use the side of your fist to push it back down. Keep it slick.”

It’s just clay, it’s just clay, it’s just clay–

“There you go.” Remus was practically breathing into his ear. Sirius wanted to shiver at the praise, maybe scream. He didn’t know what to do other than croak out a thank you as Remus retreated back to his wheel, stuck halfway between arousal and astonishment.

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prank - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 308

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mister Black and Mister Lupin," Professor McGonagall said stiffly as she led the two men to her office, looking tired. "I know the hour is late."

"It's Mister and Mister Lupin now, Minerva," Sirius corrected, gripping his husband's hand and peering around the halls, memories flooding through him. "I seem to remember you getting rather tipsy at the reception."

"Hm. Well, old habits and all," McGonagall said as she seemed to fight back a blush. "But no matter. We are here about-" she opened the door and led them into her office, "-your godson."

The godson in question was sitting in a chair, head down, looking both upset and angry.

"Harry!" Remus called to him, making him look up. "What happened?"

A furious mumble fell from Harry's lips, but nobody in the room caught what he said.

"What?" Sirius asked, confusion clear on his features.

"I-" Harry cleared his throat and bit his lip before continuing. "I turned Snape's hair pink. And...and when he tried to turn it back, I made it so it just...fell off."

A shocked silence followed, both Sirius and Remus fighting for their lives trying not to laugh. In a choked voice, Remus tried to say diplomatically, "That...Harry, you can't..."

But Sirius burst out in tearful mirth, his laughs echoing in the small office. "That's bloody genius, that is! Gods, what a prank! Prongs would have been so proud, Haz!"

Relaxing from his defensive posture and breaking into a smile, Harry lit up. "Really?" he asked, like he'd just been given the best compliment in the world.

"Of cou-"

But McGonagall stepped in, looking livid. "You two are obviously no help," she growled. "Just leave."

And, still laughing, Remus and Sirius hugged their godson, reminded him to invite Ron and Hermione to visit that summer, and headed home.

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It gives me GREAT pleasure to introduce to you ……

THE MARAUDERS

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too close

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“bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve”

part 2 of this !

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Jily as one of Joe Bowler’s illustrations

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Morgan Nikola-Wren

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POV: During THE Amortentia Potions Class-

Remus : Alright I smell...new books, c-cigarettes, tea, chocolate, what the fuck is that Lily's ribbons?- and Oh. um, raspberries apparently...

Sirius, grumpily reapplying his raspberry-flavoured lipgloss and muttering: I wonder who the bloody hell it is that he smelled that smells like fucking raspberries..🙄 Because I know he sure as hell doesn't eat them.

James and Peter, flabbergasted: *silent tears of agony*

Lily, so done with their bs: Hand me that hammer James.

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drawing jily as the great war by @taylorswift was inevitable

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Not a lie in this sermon thank u jebus

Snape + Lily + Abuse

Severus Snape did not call Lily Evans a Mudblood because he was ‘under duress’ or ‘being bullied by James and Sirius,’ he called her a Mudblood to hurt her.

To explain this I’ve got to digress a bit.

Firstly, I just want to touch on the fact that Snape and Lily’s friendship almost directly mirrors that of an abusive relationship, with Snape playing the role of the abuser. Abusive relationships often begin with emotional, not physical, abuse, and we’ve seen evidence of that from Snape’s own memories. His treatment of Petunia, insulting her, searching her room, etc, most certainly indicates both a disdain for Muggles and a desire to separate Lily from other people. His primary focus was keeping James as far away from her as possible, but his memories most certainly give a strong indication that he was very likely jealous of every single person in her life. He wanted her all to himself. He watched her ‘greedily.’ He told her he ‘won’t let you’ involve herself with James Potter as if he could claim some sort of control over her behaviour. In short, Snape wanted Lily to conform to a specific set of choices and actions that he deemed acceptable. This makes him an abuser.

“But his childhood! His father was an abuser! This excuses everything!” you might cry, to which I say, dude, that I’m a living example of a victim of childhood and adolescent abuse from a parent, both physical and emotional, and I’ve never treated another living soul in the way Snape treated Lily, or her son, or anyone else, for that matter. I’ve got no tolerance for that kind of shit in relation to Snape’s behaviour. It’s a crutch for a weak-ass argument. Oh, but JKR forgives him? She defended Johnny Depp. Like her opinion means a damn thing anymore.

Yeah, Snape was a kid, and a ten or eleven-year-old is bound to need guidance in differentiating between right and wrong, but again, speaking as a victim of abuse, it’s NOT that fucking hard to learn it yourself as you grow, simply by meeting others and observing their actions, especially when you’re spending ten months out of the year away from your abusers. Snape had Lily – a beautiful, rich wealth of decency and kindness - for a best friend, and he learned jack shit from her.

I firmly believe that Lily was spared from further evolution of this abuse by two things – one, she was a Gryffindor, two, she never actually dated him. Being a Gryffindor and living in separate quarters meant that Lily spent a significant amount of class and leisure time away from Snape. This meant that Lily had ample time to pave her own way through Hogwarts, make her own friends and establish herself as a separate entity to Snape’s Best Friend, all without the unhealthy influence of his presence. It makes sense that as a new student, and a Muggle-born, Snape may have represented a sort of safety to Lily in the early days. However, she was a bright, confident little girl who became a bright, confident young woman. It wouldn’t have taken long for her to find her feet. Snape was co-dependent. She wasn’t.

(Side-note: You just know that Snape went into frequent rage spirals as he sat in his dorm in the dungeons, thinking about Lily up in Gryffindor where he couldn’t get to her, couldn’t watch her, couldn’t regulate the contact she had with other people – specifically James)

Because she never dated Snape, she denied him a form of ownership that abusers often feel when romantically involved with their victim, because a romantic relationship has a singular quality (unless you are in an open relationship, in which case, more power to you girl/boy/person) that holds distinction from others. Most people still conform to the monogamous norm, wherein you can have many friends but one partner. He never felt that exclusivity. He never came close. There was something he wanted from her that he could not have, and she probably didn’t realise how much that spared her from.

Maybe Snape always thought he never would have hurt her. Maybe he really, really thought that their relationship wouldn’t have devolved further into darkness had Lily ever been interested in him romantically. But I don’t believe it.

So, why did he call her a Mudblood? Two reasons.

One, take on board the above, and then recall that Lily caught him in a moment of extreme vulnerability. Abusers do not like appearing vulnerable in front of their victims. A great example of this in fiction is from the first book in the A Song of Ice and Fire series, A Game of Thrones (or, indeed, the show) where Joffrey is beaten and humiliated by Arya and Nymeria, and rage-shouts at Sansa, ‘his lady,’ when she rushes to his aid with tears and sympathy. Obviously, there’s a difference between the Joffrey/Sansa scenario and Snape/Lily, because Snape was being set upon by two other students, but it doesn’t matter. Lily came to his aid in a moment of weakness and he resented her for seeing him in that state. He wanted her to think him powerful, impressive, and commanding. She didn’t. It made him mad.

The second reason is because of James, but not for the reason people often argue. It’s clear from Snape’s memories that despite Lily’s poor opinion of James’s behaviour, she was attracted to him regardless. She blushes when talking to Snape about him, for one, but more telling is that when she rushes over to stop James and Sirius from bullying Severus, her attention is on James basically the entire time, and boy, she most certainly had a big ol’ list of observations on his behaviour to throw in his face. Do you notice that someone has a habit of ruffling their hair if you’re not, you know, paying attention?

Wouldn’t you notice that your friend fancied someone else if you, too, were paying attention? Close attention? Snape knew. Of course he knew. Likely he knew before she did, even. Lily behaved in a certain way around James, reacted, looked, moved, probably, in a way she never did around him because she wasn’t attracted to Snape, and that formed the basis of his insane obsession with James. Nothing mattered to Snape as much as ‘Potter,’ and keeping Lily away from him, so when she charged over – earnestly, decently – to save her friend, with whom she had almost had it up to here because he was well on the road to becoming a fucking Death Eater – and he saw that James was commanding most of her attention, it pissed him off. He wasn’t just angry with Sirius and James, he was angry with Lily, but it was a scarier, unhealthier and totally unwarranted form of anger. It is the anger an abuser feels towards his victim when he cannot exert his control.

So, In conclusion, Severus Snape did not call Lily Evans a Mudblood because he was ‘under duress’ or ‘being bullied by James and Sirius.’

He called her a Mudblood to hurt her.

FYI to the Snape apologists who will inevitably take issue with this and reblog with nasty comments, I don’t care, I’m not going to dignify that nonsense with a response, and I love James Potter goodbye.

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i also have some baby harry content ft. padfoot and moony 🫶 i love him he's so silly

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Lily Evans is not just a wife or a mother. Repeat after me, Lily Evans is not just a wife or a mother. Motherhood and marriage are not the only things she's capable of. We're better than the terf that wrote her.

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weekend - October 21 - wolfstar raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 419

"Erm, Mister Lupin? Can I talk to you for a moment?" The young kindergarten teacher looked petrified to talk to Remus as he picked Harry up for school that day, and Remus briefly wondered if Regulus had dropped Harry off that morning. He was known to scare people off.

But as he nodded and allowed the teacher to pull him aside, there was no mention of a rude, slightly scary man. Instead, she shifted from foot to foot and looked him up and down, swallowing and taking a deep breath. "Mister Lupin-"

"Remus," he corrected. smiling warmly at her.

"Remus," she sighed, not looking any happier. "Was there an altercation at your home recently?"

Heart plummeting, Remus's face screwed up in confusion. "What? No, not at all! Out house is completely, safe, why do you-?" Thinking of the social workers that had finally just begin to leave their family alone after trusting them to raise Harry, he started to panic.

"It's just, Harry told us a very interesting story, Remus," the teacher sighed. "He said..." she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. "Well, when we asked the students what they did over the weekend, he said that you sent your husband to jail."

Blinking, Remus gaped as she stared beseechingly at him, obviously waiting for an explanation. He, however, couldn't help it.

He burst into laughter.

He knew it wasn't helping, but it was so ridiculous he had to laugh. "I-he said I sent Sirius to jail?" he repeated, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Yes! How is that funny?" the teacher asked, looking scandalize.

"I-no! It's not funny!" Remus tried to say, but little bubbles of laughter snuck out of his mouth. "It's just, we were playing Monopoly!"

He waited for a moment for the joke to land, but the teacher still seemed unsure. "Sirius drew a card that said he had to go to jail in the game, and I told him he had to follow the rules! I picked up his game piece and put it in the game jail."

Large eyes stared for a moment before the teacher also burst into giggles, visibly relaxing. "Ah, the things kids say, eh?" she asked, smiling bigger, now. "That explains why he mentioned a dog being in jail. I'm guessing one of you was the dog game piece?"

Of course, none of them was, but Remus wasn't about to mention Sirius's talent. "Yeah," he smiled, quickly saying goodbye and grabbing his godson to take him home.

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James and Peter confronted him about his behavior less than 48 hours after it started. Sirius kept himself locked in his room in a very un-Sirius-like way, so he hadn’t been that subtle about it.

Peter eventually picked his door lock, and the two they flooded his room. Sirius rolled away from them.

“So,” he began, re-bending the wire hanger he’d used to unlock the door. “are you going to tell us what’s wrong or are we playing good cop, bad cop?”

“I call bad cop,” James started without waiting for a reply. “Sirius Black, I will burn all your band t-shirts in a dumpster fire if you don’t tell us what’s wrong.”

“I would’ve gone with his leather jacket, but alright.” Peter grumbled.

“If I said that, he’ll try strangling me!” James hissed. “Remember when I joked about turning it into a handbag? I couldn’t wear a tie for weeks!”

“Well you’re the one who wanted to be bad cop! Be bad!”

“Why don’t you do it if you’re so���oh, for fuck’s sake. Padfoot, talk to us!” James flung himself onto the bed, jostling Sirius from his resolute position away from them. “We haven’t had a morning so peaceful since you got your tonsils removed and it’s freaking us out!”

“Has someone died?” Peter asked bluntly. James immediately gasped in horror.

“Oh god, Pads, that’s terrible! Is that what happened? Don’t tell me it was Alphard—“

“No one’s dead.” Sirius snapped, stopping James from going full mother-hen mode over something that wasn’t true.

“Speaking of death, you smell like it, Padfoot.” Peter told him. “When was the last time you had a shower—are those your pants? What the hell happened to them?”

Evidently, they had discovered the ruined clothes from Sirius’ fit of rage via paint the other day.

“Did you slip and fall into Jackson Pollock? Sirius, there’s paint in your hair!”

Sirius just grunted. His friends knew how sacred his hair was. The fact that he’d mar with paint without freaking out was unheard of. He didn’t bother when James reached over and started picking it out.

“Pads c’mon,” he said quietly. “it’s us. You can tell us anything.”

Can I tell you I’m a monster? Can I tell you Remus ran from me? Can I tell you I’m heartbroken over a boy I don’t know?

“Look, I’m off today and James doesn’t have rehearsal ’til late. You can either tell us what’s up and James’ll do your nails and we can watch romcoms and order whatever takeout you want— or I can get my recorder and James will get his kazoo, and we’ll make your life hell.”

The last time either of them had such instruments, Sirius threw them out of the thirtieth story window to relieve the migraine they gave him. He didn’t need his head hurting more than it already did. And his nails did need repainting after his rage fit.

Begrudgingly he rolled over and looked at them.

“I saw Remus Lupin two days ago.”

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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Remus and Regulus friendships have a special quiet bitchy place in my heart