#but he trusts moon and harry.. bc…

[ask-steven-stevenson]

oh im sure jake would adore stargazing! its always nice on cooler nights with a nice blanket underneath you. thats how i enjoy it at least. and you have no reason to apologize for talking a lot! i quite like to listen so its perfectly fine, kid. as for the flowers? those do seem rather fitting to me and harry! would it be too much to ask if you could maybe get me some moonflowers too? i think id like to check them out at the very least.

- 🌕 (they are so sillay .....)

“..I’ve been wanting to do something sweet with Jake, however- I’d feel bad. I mean in the sense of I usually worry about our son. I know that he’ll be okay! I just.. worry, silly? Maybe, but I believe I have valid reasons. H. However, since you and Harry are now here..! Would one day, if it’s okay. Could you make suss he’s okay..? Also! Of course! I visit a greenhouse often! I can make you a small area! If that’s alright-“

“Also! Thank you for the idea.. I’ve been thinking about stargazing more often…”

“S. Sorry I talk a lot, it happens near people I. I trust. Thank you for being my parent, Moon… Thank you for helping Harry.”

“..c. Can you tell Harry I’m sorry for getting mad at him..? I. I feel bad. Which..! Is interesting. I’m not used to emotions..-“

“………both of you are the most healthy parental figures I’ve ever.. had.. to be fair.. the competition is Abel..- T. Terrence doesn’t count. He’s… still a father figure.”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Furry Little Problem

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Reader

Word Count: 1434

Rating: Teen

Summary: Remus has had a tough night and it's destined to get tougher.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Secrets, Lycanthropy, Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Marauders, Marauders Era, Reader

Notes: told yall i was bored af

@idek-what-to-put Like x reader? Bc if so, then maybe you could do something where Remus’s partner finds out hes a werewolf

A werewolf. That was what your boyfriend was or at least that was the conclusion you had drawn. It had hit you like lightning, a thunder bolt coming from the blue as you sat in divination, staring at his empty seat as you listened to Professor Trelawney prattle on.  After coming down to breakfast to find his part of the bench empty you’d been missing him, his umpteenth unexplained trip to Madam Pomfrey mentioned to you by James who’d quickly turned back to his conversation when you’d enquired why. 

It wasn’t that you minded him being ill, you’d known him well before you got together so it wasn’t as if you were oblivious to his frequent disappearances but it was the unknown nature of them that irked you. It was the squirrelly dismissals or the tactful misdirections enacted by his friends that got to you. Because why wouldn’t he just trust you.  

Why did you have to find out about his condition by a chance mention of the moon and its cycles, causing realisation to come to you. Remus had been off all week and now he was missing and no doubt in the morning he’d be missing too, showing up at lessons midway through the day with some waffle about a dicky stomach or a bad headache. Every new scratch or scar he’d play off as being there for ages, when he let you see him bare which by itself was rare.  

Every month a new lie. 

A lie that was going to be generated any minute. You could hear them, the four of them climbing in through the portrait hole. Of course you weren’t surprised his friends knew about his condition, it had probably been harder to keep a secret in such close quarters, but that only irked you further. As did the way their gleeful faces appeared one by one into the common room

‘I thought for sure you were gonna get that baby rabbit,’ Sirius said giddily,’ it was lagging well behind the others.’

‘Don’t,’ Remus grumbled, ‘last time that happened I couldn’t eat meat for a week.’

‘Well it would be that or get in between you two and I don’t think-’ Peter had started to reply but he trailed off, walking directly into James who’d come to a halt in the middle of the room the second he’d spotted you.

The other three only took seconds to notice you after that. Remus looked ashen faced, the scowl on your face enough to make him want to vomit as if the thought of tearing a baby rabbit apart hadn’t already gotten him on edge.

‘Evening,’ Sirius said, recovering the quickest, ‘what are you doing up?’

‘I could ask you the same question,’ you replied, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend.

Oh just doing a prank,’ James said hastily, ‘you know us.’ 

‘Yeah?’ you challenged getting up from your seat and walking up to the messy haired boy who pushed his glasses back up his nose with nerves, ‘Remus well enough to do a prank is he? Because I thought he was in the hospital wing. Or was that last month's cover? Or what was it the month before? Detention right James?’

‘Sweetheart,’ Remus said thickly but you ignored him, looking amongst the other boys' faces as you said, ‘or are you all liars not just him?’

‘I er think we should probably let you handle this eh mate?’ James said, throwing you an awkward smile before he slunk around you followed by two sheepish friends who muttered their apologies before they disappeared up the staircase.

When you turned back to Remus he was watching you ashamedly, guilt in his big blue eyes before he dropped his gaze to his shoes only offering up a, ‘you know then.’

‘Where you’ve been?’ you asked, ‘or where you are every month?’

At that he looked up, gnawing on the inside of his cheek with guilt. You sighed, ‘yes Remus I know. And I know why.’

‘So that’s it then,’ he grumbled, moving to throw himself into one of the lumpy armchairs by the dimming fire.

‘What���s it?’ you asked irately.

‘We’re over I suppose,’ he said, not meeting your eye as he stared into the embers of the hearth.

‘Is that what you want?’ you asked, the aggression all but removed from your tone because the sentiment had knocked you off kilter. Sure you were annoyed but did he really think you were going to break up with him over this?

‘Well you’re not gonna want me now are you,’ he said.

‘Is that right?’ you asked, sitting down on the couch next to his chair which made him look at you. His face was hesitant, as if he knew he was in trouble but he wasn’t sure what for. But how could it not be his furry little problem that you were mad at. How could you possibly want to be with a monster like him? He’d been kidding himself thinking he could keep it from you for as long as he had, he’d just been too in love to deny himself you.

‘You,’ he started, sitting up as he tried to fathom it out, ‘you don’t want to dump me?’

‘Why would I want that?’ you asked.

‘Because I’m…well I’m…’

‘A werewolf?’ you asked pointedly, forcing his gaze to his lap as you sighed, ‘I know that and I don’t care. What I care about is the fact you felt you had to hide it from me. The fact that we have been together for months, that I’ve told you everything and you’ve never said a word! Don’t you trust me?’

‘Of course I do!’ Remus protested.

‘But not as much as Sirius? Or James? Or Peter? I didn’t escape my notice that you told them your secret,’ you challenged.

‘They guessed!’ he protested, ‘I didn’t want to tell them…I didn’t think they'd want anything to do with me but they have…they’ve stuck by me which is more than I could’ve ever asked for and more than I can ask of you-’

‘You’ve watched them accept you for who you are and yet you don’t think I would?’ you baulked.

‘Darling,’ Remus sighed.

‘Don’t darling me Remus!’ you snapped, ‘if you can't be bloody honest with me don’t bother with bloody pet names.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, moving to place his hand on your knee which forced you to look at him, his big blue eyes pleading and sorrowful, ‘I'm sorry I didn’t tell you I just…I didn’t want to lose you.’

‘You think I’m that shallow?’ you mumbled sadly.

‘I think life with a werewolf isn’t exactly what you signed up for,’ he replied as his thumb traced against the fabric of your jeans, ‘the boys think they get it. They’re there for me when I need them, the cover for me like the teachers do…they’ve even started coming with me. It's a long story,’ he said waving you off when he saw the panic in your face, ‘but they don’t get it. They’re there for me in a friend sort of way. They’re never gonna struggle to keep a job or be forced to go on a register. They’re never going to be exiled or looked down on for being my friend. But you…’

‘Isn't that my choice?’ you asked. Remus sighed but you ignored him, pushing him back towards the other side of the chair as you climbed on him wrapping yourself around him but moving so that you could see his face, ‘I'm not an idiot Remus. I know what it's like, what people are like, look at me!’ you protested as he turned his face away from you, ‘I know what it might mean but I love you.’

‘Sweetheart,’ he whispered.

‘I love the bones of you Remus Lupin,’ you said, ‘and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.’

‘I’d have you forever,’ he whispered as he placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb dancing under the hem of your shirt against soft skin.

‘Good because I’m planning on it,’ you said leaning in to kiss him. You could feel him smiling against your lips and it turned into a grin as you pulled back and rolled your eyes.

‘Don’t think you're out of the woods though,’ you warned, pressing a finger into his jumper swathed chest. Remus raised an eyebrow, ‘I might be alright with this…’

‘Furry little secret?’ he offered.

‘Furry little secret,’ you agreed, ‘but don’t think for a second I’ll forget you’ve been lying to me all this time. You and those little friends of yours.’

‘I’ll make sure to let them know,’ Remus smirked.

‘Good. Because it’s not the big bad wolf they should be afraid of,’ you warned.

‘Oh I don’t doubt that,’ he chuckled.

[steven-reblogs]

“Well, yes- however, others have it worse. So, I mean- it’s not that big of a deal..- I mean.- it’s. I’m find though.-“

[Woe! Son be upon ye!]

“Jake told me.. to come..?”

@ask-steven-stevenson

Mi hijo!! Hey!!

...Are you okay?

Joe's tail was wagging and he seemed to be happy. That's his son!

[kitkatkey]

HarryKim AU fic recs? I gotcha. Heed each fic tags and double check for smut if you'd rather avoid that.

1) "in the car outside" by paisleycowboys, gym teacher Harry/rcm Kim au fic. They're neighbors, Kim's new in town, and Harry can't help but observe Kim observe him who's observing Kim. They don't get along at first but when feelings catch!!! Oh boy. Oh brother. They're so good for each other.

2) "at this point it was years before..." by RaccoonScientist, originally written in Mandarin translated into English, BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND SO MUCH FUN!! Harry and Kim met as children, grow up together as best friends, alternate universe where they do not become cops. I read and reread this fic bc I couldn't get it outta my head.

3) "Static over voice" by sosioban, SO SO SO SO FUCKING GOOD I REREAD THIS RECENTLY (March '24) OOOOOO FUCK!! Harry and Kim meet by chance online playing video game. It is silly. There is pining. They do figure it out.

4) "Du bois coffee" by harvestar, modern au where they work at Harry's coffee shop. Of course they fall in love. Of course they inevitably kiss. Cute fluff. Cuno is mentioned, wish there was more of him in this one.

5) "My Dear Elf with the Clipboard" by Sosioban, more fluff!! Set modern day during Christmas. Kim is a pining mess. He wants Hot Santa so badly it's stupid. Hot Santa is ofc Harry.

6) "Your Turn with the Frog" by sosioban, OH GOD ANOYHER ONE BY SOSIOBAN??? YES!!! love this, read it in one day instead of doing schoolwork. Rushed all that work. Don't regret it. So silly and filled to the brim with smut. Alice, Soona, and Ruby are Kim's friends, Kim is gay, Harry is trans, they're fuck buddies who are both teachers, what can wrong? Kim definitely won't catch feelings. Definitely... WILL BE REREADING THIS ONE

7) "All In Due Time" fic series by Oxycontin. Love love love- so sad sad sad. Kim ages in reverse. His days are numbered. He slowly relearns how to live and how to love and what comes next for everyone else has already happened for him. As time goes on he forgets things. He grows younger. Aging in reverse like Merlin. Some good ol Pale fuckery ya know? I love this series. Extremely well written. Tears my heart up. Read it. I promise it does not disappoint with the angst.

8) "Pale Moon" by greatdistractions, is a werewolf Harry fic set post game. Harry doesn't remember being a werewolf, Kim goes to find him when he doesn't go to work and doesn't answer any calls, and finds a wolf in his apartment instead. They go back to Martinaise. Some cute shit happens. Quick, simple, cute read.

And these last two are set post-game and serve more as continuations than AUs but they're still So Fuckin Good:

9) "birds of a feather flock together" fic series by Thegrimreaperisanerd. OH OH OHOHOHIHHHHHH!!!! I love this series, the second fic is currently in progress and is getting so so so so good!! Taking place post canon, the first fic (Imprinting) is a casefic with Harry and Jean and Harry is so desperate for his new bestie (Kim) he buys a pink phone second hand and does some very illegal very questionable things. DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN is the sequel exploring more of their (Harry and Kim) relationship and their relationships with the 41st. The author is incredibly sweet, highly recommend yall to read and leave em a kudos/comment trust me they'll notice.

10) "Birdcage-verse" fic series by Sarielle, phenomenal writing, excellent execution of a case fic- ADOPTED CUNO ALERT!!! SEAMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!!! There is so much world building that has gone into this series. I cannot recommend this series in particular enough. Really it has it all.

Wow, genuinely thank you anon, I wasn't expecting such a detailed response! I've read some of these already (incredible tho so i should reread) but I will absolutely check out the others!

[sitp-recs]

hi liv hope you’re well!!! i was wondering if you had a reclist for like wound healing / physical h/c ?? i looked through your masterlists and maybe i just couldn’t see it but ohhh i would love it if you have any recs for me :))) thank you so much have a lovely day xx

Hi anon! Ahh yes some good old whump 👨‍🍳 💋 it’s crazy to think I haven’t done a list for it yet bc this used to be my favourite Starker trope! My memory is not great (especially with long fics) but I think these might work. Oh and if you enjoy Dronarry I highly recommend Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic :)

Operative by @shealwaysreads (M, 3.4k)

After the war, Draco finds himself in the familiar position of not getting what he wanted. But sometimes, what you need finds its own way to you.

A Noir Cliche by @shiftylinguini (T, 4k)

Draco is not a Healer. Harry doesn’t get hurt on purpose. They really have to stop meeting like this.

Case File #742 by @nametheshadows (M, 6k)

When Draco is thrown into the cell, he’s furious. When Potter gets thrown in behind him, he’s pissed.

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime (M, 23k)

Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 34k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads (E, 45k)

Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain. Three years later, Draco indulges himself and attends his first Dog Fight—the infamous underground fights with no rules, no referee, and no points system bar blood on the floor. The game was simple: you win, or you die.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

From Ashes by Caedes12 (E, 150k)

When Draco comes back for eighth year, he starts an unexpected friendship with Hermione Granger. Between his new friendship and his parents kicking him out of the house, Draco's life starts down a new path.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (T, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time.

Bonus: art!

Sometimes it’s Now or Never by @bluebutter-art (T)

The aftermath of a messy Auror raid finds one Harry Potter at the doorstep of Draco Malfoy’s home. Who knew that a brush with death is exactly the push he needs to finally tell Draco how he really feels?

[beepsalotl]

crying ugh i love these characters so much and i hate the world so much except i dont and i just wish i could have what these characters had and be in a place that isnt like this one

im gonna cry ugh i dont know why i care so much, theyre not even real. but, like, in my head, they are, yknow? as in, they exist in the space i built for rhem as i read the series and learned about them and their world

fun fact, they were the first two characters whose books (each is the continuation of the story from a different third-person-limited perspective) had their names in the title. black hardcover w green embellishments for moonwatcher, a nightwing. white hardcover w blue for winter, an icewing. books six and seven, respectively. all the symbolism was there before you even open the goddamn books. yin and yang. AND YET.

and also they had two different histories and their tribes had a stale feud for thousands of years bc of some asshole jerkface. moon knew nothing about it bc she was raised in the rainforest practically by herself bc her mom had to sneak away from the shitty volcanic island the nightwings lived on to hide from the historic nightmare jerkface. winter knew all about it (or he THOUGHT he did bc he only knew the icewing side) bc he grew up surrounded by heirarchy and laws and rules and structure. moon didn’t grow up with the resentment at all, which allowed her a chance to see the truth.

she had to be self-sufficient. he had structure to lean on, even if it made him narrow-minded and nearly hard-hearted. he had to break through that, and she learned how to have patience. i feel like moon herself is sorely underdeveloped but i take the hints i can get and i feel that she learned how to forgive him by understanding who he was through his thoughts and, after skyfire, remembering that he was different inside than out and was still struggling.

when they were together, he was trying to be better and learn and he was kinder and softer even though he struggled to always be like that, and she was so patient with him.

heartbroken enraged screaming ensues, really.

like the rey and ben situation at the end of tros.

having him die in the end undermines everything the skywalker legacy stood for and all the development he had and it still breaks my heart bc he proved people can make bad, horrible choices and can survive abuse and break through it and change and be better and be loved. and then he DIED instead of getting his happy ending, which practically is what happened to winter bc the author basically said fuck you go live in the mountains doing work for peace and studying scavengers (which i know is his passion, but….) and your friends will hardly visit or write and they wont tell you the truth about how they defeated the bad guy WITHOUT ANY OF YOUR HELP EVEN THOUGH YOURE MORE THAN CAPABLE and they wont trust you and youll be alone forever.

my list of pairings and characters that i’m unreasonably heartbroken over:

ben and rey, winter and moon, catra and adora, draco and harry, zuko and katara.

catradora got together, ik, but their story still breaks my heart no matter how much hope it also gives me.

anyway, there’s no way for me to end this bc i dont even know what im feeling. it’s been years but winterwatcher’s fate still tears me up inside with the way it dashed my dreams of seeing a character like winter learn to let himself be loved.

i want to learn to let myself be loved, but i dont know how.

these characters are my attempts at finding myself out in the world and seeing if it’s possible. i dont attach my self-worth to them, but it hurts to see them fail to find romantic love where i saw it. idk

— a quick journal entry i wrote in my notes app years ago, as an emotional 16 year old with identity issues and way too much alone time on my hands

[georgia-stanway]

PLIS your mind we're winning we're winning the lot byddwn yn ennill y cyfan

i mean Wilson Wardy Neeks and Wee Joe Allen already have that dawg in em that Kloppo pedigree so it's like poetry it rhymes that Papa Smurf should get us there. and rwy'n gwybod yn fy nghalon Rushy's gonna be so proud of us for finishing y stori

and canyewimaaaaaginit Bale storming the pitch from the royal box ac i gusanu all the boys with the most heavenly vilified radiant smile and Klopp just standing back to let them have their moment watching fond with his glasses glimmering like in a shoujo. only the lads all pile into him bc he's been the rocket to the moon for them so he's covered in the pile of little dragons and he's paraded around Stadiwm Principality gan yr hogia as the booming resonant wave of Yma O Hyd from the stands shakes the ground. Jurgen is later that night given the freedom of Caerdydd

all while there's Pep awkwardly cradling H by the shoulder who's silent manful sobbing in the crest on his own shirt (Gareth would have let him soak his M&S button up) and Jude screaming and punching the pitch Jack trying to catch Mepham's eye bc why not turn a negative night into a positive Hendo also crying in the stands for the prev reason as much as the loss Trent & Madders evil eyeing y Wal Goch in that wonderfully bitchy way they do and ultimately it's bwta shit a MARW Lloegr!!!!!!!!

bet Mou would find the whole scenario wildly amusing too. sipping a good Vallegre Reserva as he spectates and plans the worst most exposing and embarrassing and tactfree way to ask about Jurgen's prowess next time he runs into Pep

Gaz and Yma o Hyd would have me Sobbing. but like based on the way Liverpool city matches tend to go and well it's England men that game would have 1-1 written all over it and I would trust a klopp team over a pep team when it came to penalties anyway even without adding on the fact that it's England men.

I would pay good money to see Pep, Klopp and Mourinho in the same room rip baldy but it would be so funny.

Side note the amount of angst you could get out of Southgate/Kane/Guardiola would be immense like Kane angsting over the fact that he's no longer teacher's pet for the first time since he was a kid and being too busy pining over Southgate to notice that he literally still is because everyone knows that he was Guardiola's first choice to replace Aguero and would probably prefer him to Haaland. Meanwhile Pep's getting a bit annoyed at the fact he wants H to be like de bruyne and talk back to him and even if he wasn't pining over Southgate it's not really his personality and Pep already has Foden to be all subservient and do everything he asks. And Southgate's just sitting in an office in the FA wondering how many times he can get away with 'well I just think we ought to be communicating our ideas to the players and since Harry's the Captain...' as a reason to call him into his office.

wow that spiralled quickly.

[broomsticks]

bc monkey brain does what it wants to do, whenever it wants to do it, have a ridiculously belated

halloween-themed wolfstar rec bingo

🐈‍⬛ halloween '81: October 30, 1981 // Penknife // 1k, M 🩸 blood: The Cartography of the Wreck // berhanes (sqvalors) // 2.6k, T 😱 full moon gone wrong: How to be happy // TheDivineComedian // 6k, T 👹 monsters: Amateur Cartography // montparnasse // 50k, M 🕸️ free space: If We Make It Through December // Suchsmallhands // 14k, G 🍬 trick or treat: they walk in the dark // watfordbird33 // 1.7k, T ⚰️ death: Small Bones of Courage // 15k, E 🎭 costume party: Lie With Me // Squidgilator // 12k, M 👻 ghosts: The Love Song of Sirius Black // kaydeefalls // 7k, M

bingo board by @moonwalker94 for hpfc :)

🐈‍⬛ halloween '81: October 30, 1981 // Penknife // 1k, M. two parallel stories, canon compliant, short and so punchy.

The last good day he will remember, Remus spends the afternoon sitting on the windowsill of his flat pretending to read a book. Actually he is drinking in the deep blue sky and the golden light through the trees and the quiet of the street when everyone is off to work or school. The book is so that he can tell himself he is doing something, because there is no time these days to waste, even though he has nowhere to be until evening.

🩸 blood: The Cartography of the Wreck // berhanes (sqvalors) // 2.6k, T. angsty trust-issues first war wolfstar in interconnected vignettes get me every time. every time.

He thinks about the bruises etching themselves into his bones and the ache settling deeper than muscle. He thinks about how the man tending his wounds is the man holding him together is the man who might be trying to take him apart.

😱 full moon gone wrong: How to be happy // TheDivineComedian // 6k, T. it’s the moon in poa that goes wrong :)

"I want to go," said Harry quietly. "This is my fault, after all. If I had conjured a better Patronus –" "No, Harry" said Lupin. "It's my fault. If I hadn't turned at that precise moment –" "It's not your fault you're a werewolf!" said Harry. "It's not your fault you're an unhappy teen," said Lupin. "Still, we both failed at playing the cards we were dealt with, didn't we? We were playing an unfair game, and this -" he gestured to the corridor, "this is losing. Let's go and face it."

👹 monsters: Amateur Cartography // montparnasse // 50k, M. first war montparnasse fics capture just everything i think and feel and want to say about monsters and this ship so have an extra-long vibe quote (it's two sentences).

Monsters, it turns out, are what Dumbledore has in mind: werewolves mostly, same as it’s been for nearly a year, but now too giants and vampires and hags crouching in the distant crags and cracks of England where the bloodless whispers of war go unheeded by those living unfettered at the knife-edge of constant battles already long lost, strange covens of pale, mud-splattered people huddling under the cowl of their curse with their own dialect, their own dark comforts, their own brutal justice, weighed on the scales of fearful necessity and savage hunger. The cottage in the woods will lend him greater credence than a flat in Camden and a part-time desk job at a Muggle library and, though Dumbledore doesn’t say so, a handsome, reluctant Auror-to-be boyfriend with a last name louder than his motorbike; so Remus hoards what little he has and settles into the hillside, fighting his way through the roses and the mint that’s conquered the old garden and taking tea outside with The Secret Mating Patterns of Boggarts and Misery for Pastime and Profit at sundown, dwindling into the house with the ancient, dusty draught blowing through the kitchen every night and speaking its comfort against his lips and his ears, gently, gently.

🕸️ free space: If We Make It Through December // Suchsmallhands @shipsnsails // 14k, G. this fic is a solace, a warm little shelter in a snowstorm, a temporary respite in between the two wars.

He remembered when it was warm. Sipping absently and staring vacantly, he remembered summer and the heat that touched every memory. Even the warm nights on the parapets of Gryffindor tower, when four boys could gather and smoke cigarettes and grass without bundling up. The stars overhead seemed closer and blurrier in the summertime. Only the moonlight remained untouched by the sweetness of the summers, which brought visits at the Potter’s, and swimming in creeks without a shirt because the only people near enough to see were his friends.

🍬 trick or treat: they walk in the dark // watfordbird33 // 1.7k, T. have a side of james/peter to go with your remus/sirius 😘

They run until they’re somewhere else, and then Sirius is slamming Remus up against the wall, and every other time felt like play, but this doesn’t feel like play. This feels like James and Peter. This feels like Sirius means it. And then he’s molding himself to Remus. He’s fitting his curves and he’s touching him everywhere and there’s fire in between them and they’re kissing. They kiss like the end of the world and the beginning. They tumble and they’re not coming up.

⚰️ death: Small Bones of Courage // 15k, E. small bones small bones my love my baby! i'm not normal about this fic. what writing -- but it is Death, front and center.

Sirius insides tug reluctantly, but he nods. The eternal serpent in his blood rears up and strikes violently at his spirit for rolling over like this, letting the dark creature have its way, losing the only battle worth fighting—infused with the unique strength of resignation, Sirius does the bravest thing he’s done in years and simply ignores the venom. “Alright,” he sighs. Alright, alright, alright. So much of Sirius’ time has been spent convincing himself of that vapid untruth. He thinks fondly of the time that he has now—precious little, but time nonetheless—to spend on enjoying what’s left of Remus’ existence instead of pretending that hell has frozen over.

🎭 costume party: Lie With Me // @squidgilator // 12k, M. all costume no party, i'm reccing it anyway. a polyjuice potion + magical theory-heavy first war fic.

summary: Sirius meets Remus unexpectedly, in somebody else's body. Nobody trusts anybody.

👻 ghosts: The Love Song of Sirius Black // kaydeefalls // 7k, M. ghosts in the sense of a series of canon-divergent vignettes, and ghosts in the sense of --

"You won't be here when I wake, will you?" "No," Sirius says, and he suddenly knows it's true. This is Remus' dream, and he was lucky enough to be a part of it, but his time is running out as surely as sand slips through an hourglass. "No, I won't." He kisses Remus' forehead. Remus nods, very still in Sirius' arms. He closes his eyes. "Remus," Sirius whispers. "Will you do me one favor? Please?"

[crayzkrypto]

Kat's Basic Introduction:

Name: Aether/Kryptopath/Nightmare

Nicknames: K/Kat/Kry/Ace/Reaper/Night/Ari/Aries

Age Range: 16/17

Taken: By my Boyfriend, Crayzkato/Kato! <3 Him ^ ^

How short am I?: I'm 5'1-5'2 TvT

Gender: Male + Non-Binary & Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/Xe/Xyr/They/It (Got an issue with neopronouns? Okay, L, get over it bozo, it's just a pronoun,)

Zodiac: ♐ Sagittarius (🔥 symbol)

Sexuality: Biromantic, Polyamorous, Demiromantic, Demisexual, and, Aroaceflux.

Main Fandoms/Interests & Stuff I watch: Lunime (Obvi), Wings Of Fire, Warrior Cats, Httyd, Genshin, Minecraft, ARK, Subnautica, FNAF (I have played a majority of the games, and know the lore a decent bit), Undertale, Harry Potter, Raptor Red, Fairy Tail (Anime), Tokyo Ghoul (Anime), Demonslayer (Anime), Attack On Titan (Anime), Avatar The Last Airbender (Anime), Bleach (Anime), MHA (Anime), Inyuasha (Anime), Vampire Knight (Anime), Pokémon (All the games except up to scarlet and violet, I have played. I've also watched all the Animes and movies.), Jurassic park/world franchise, etc,

Bands/artists I listen to:

Ac/dc, three days grace, Linkin Park, twenty one pilots, Cavetown, Mitchel Dae, Alan walker, marshmallow, cold play, the chainsmokers, Eminem, juice wrld, blackbear, onerepublic, owl city, bohnes, 5 seconds of summer, maroon 5, fallout boy, Panic! At the disco, disturbed, tobu, elektronomia, Vicetone, noisestorm, wheathers, Enhypen, seether, SIXXAM, thousand foot krutch, my chemical romance, stileto, rebzyx, AVIVA, Silent child, Voilá, Imagine Dragons, kordhell, the weekend, layto, neoni, theory if a Deadman, avenged sevenfold, five finger death punch, skillet, AJR, boywithuke, moon deity, cxvxlry, dxrk, post Malone, Christian gates, ragnboneman, system of a down, Sam tinnesz, rise against, interworld, Connor Kaufman, Khalid, And there's a lot more.

Hobbies: Art, gaming, writing, poetry, botany (plant growing), caring for my cats, making Vids, making music, making games, animating stuff, coding, etc.

Pets: Artemis (Cat), Loki (Cat), Cloud (Chicken/Rooster),

Pets I used to have:

Milo (An orange tabby cat named after Milo from Milo and Odus)

Snow (An Albino siamese cat, who was blind, died of a respitory cold of some sort, will miss him.)

Buttercup (A Stray tortoiseshell cat I befriended when younger, she has since vanished,)

Redwood (American Toad, she died one night randomly.)

Verden (Green Locust, she lived a happy and full life for a locust, ^ ^)

Octavia (Wolf Spider,)

Iridescent (A California Pipevine swallowtail butterfly I cared for after I found her struggling to fly in a parking lot, most likely cause was a car, as a lower wing was badly torn. Poor thing, she lived the rest of her time without more pain, and trusted me enough to pet areas that were not her wings, and to handle her.) (fun fact, Pipevine swallowtails are one of the world's deadliest butterflies, apparently due to them eating Pipevine plants as a caterpillar. Just be careful not to touch the wing power and you'll be good though, just remember to wash hands if you can after handling one just incase, however. )

Dark (Mouse)

Gem (Mouse)

Wof Sona: Aries, and many more wof sonas (I have like, twenty.)

Aries-

Fictionsonas: Kat or Kryptopath

Kat-

Kat the crystal child, who freezes people. ^ ^

Kat also has a high concentration of magic in his body, and can create blue flames, use dark soul magic, absorb energy from souls, or steal life force on similar terms to absorbing one's soul; only it's bit by bit, and the person is alive.

He's not particularly aggressive, just don't get on his bad side. Do the wrong thing, and you'll be saying farewell.

Kryptopath-

And now for a dozen Kry variants.

Main Sona (Also my first ever oc): Midnight/Night

Trigger warning for DNI list, bc mention of sensitive stuff !

Basic DNIs:

Homophobic ppl

Transphobes

Ableists

Sexists

"far right" people

Hypocritical ppl

Toxic ppl

Pedos

Zoophiles

MAPs

Classists

Racists

People who can't respect simple boundaries.

Proshippers of any kind

Ppl who are 12 or younger.

Anyone who is a "ultimate fan" of the Lunime ship "Cykophan" (If you come at me for hating the proship, I will block you. Sorry ! ), DNI.

People DNI list:

* Lithium (Shitty person)

* Roze (Even shittier person)

* Aida (Also a pretty toxic person) (These 3 went out of their way to make up crap that wasn't even true about me, for no reason other than to start shit it seems, I thought they were WAY more mature than that, too. People are surprising, People's behavior and immaturity never ceases to amaze me sometimes I swear. 💀)

* Injigo (I think this one's pretty fucking obvious. Injigo, kindly stay far away from me, harass me on anything, and I Will be blocking you. You are the definition of EW.)

* Charactery (I was in fact groomed by this asshole, and also dated him at one point unfortunately, I was 15 around that time. He also manipulated me with alts, and tricked me into defending him with said alt accounts, as well.)

* Mari/"djphantomxcykopath" (No, 10thousand TIMES Over and over again, NOPE! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MEEEE !) (Really bigoted, let's pedos into places with minors, showed nsfw art of a 7 y/o CHILD in my dms randomly and without warning and without spoiler before I blocked her on discord!) (defending Transphobes, racists, pedophiles, etc.)

* Poppy/Lilith/BlueVioletsGACHA (Pedo, groomer, groomed me, sent overly sexual stuff in my dms on discord despite me telling her to stop, racism, and more!)

* Asher (Racism & Ableism, also treated me like dogshit.)

* Kae/Kit (Zoophilia, was once identifying as a "MAP", was romantically attracted to toddlers she was babysitting, racism, borderline homophobia, borderline ableism, defending pedos and zoophilia, defending h/tl/r. And more...)

* Hunter (Formerly SeanIsAlone on Fandom) (Got upset over a 'mean lesbian' flag bc lesbians who hate men, idk why you'd get mad over that, esp since your trans masc?)

* Axo/Kstar (Racism, homophobia, Transphobia, ableism, bigotry, misgendered ppl constantly, spreading misinformation abt others, lying abt age big time, and more,)

* Enes (Racism)

* Wolfie

* Miijovie

* Shizu

* Naomi

* Revon/Malefor

* Rae/Rye

* Abyss/lost one/Abysskeeper/darkness ( Toxic bitch. Who said herself she sees people as toys and "chips in the game" and saying she "sees the world in red" implying age likes violence and hurting others to get what she wants, too, in fact she also said she'll hurt others to get what she wants before. Defending a racist/Transphobe/homophobe, very rude and problematic in general.)

* Fiore

* Tallie

* Radical Green (Go back to your bridge, troll.)

* AnimeMinecraftfan

Other DNIs:

* Netherite/Claydouh

* Dragonthereborn

* Aprilsilverwolf

* Trixity

-Art status-

Fanart Requests: Tentative

Commissions: Open

Requests: Very Tentative

Art Trades: Closed

Artfight Revenges: Tentative/IDK (As I am not going to have internet for a month or so, so I may not be able to even join this year's artfight.)

Socials:

Tiktok- neon_lunatic (×XNorthern~AetherX× as the display name,)

DeviantArt- xXKryptopathXx

Youtube- neon_lunatic (display name as xXKryptopathXx,)

Artfight- XxXNorthern_SystixXxX

Scratch- LightsOutLunar

Toyhouse- XxXNorthern_SystixXxX

Amino- xXKryptopathXx

Reality- Kryptopath

Spotify- xXKryptopathXx (KZO Band Member)

Fandom- Radioactivatian, or alt; xXKryptopathXx

Roblox- xXKryptopathXx (wingsofark10156)

Tumblr (aka on here)- crayzkrypto

Xbox Tag: ARKDinolove

Cashapp User: $Kryptopath

Thas all for nowww,

FYI Imma be moving to new house soon, prob today! I will not have internet for a month or so unfortunately!

[ask-jake-wilson]

“…yeah. M’ fuckin lost. So question time. How do ya feel about Harry.??@

HH. HEY. THROWS WILLIAM INTO THIS. hes been here the entire time he. he heard all of this good lord.

shit. h. hey dad!!!! are you. okay?

//@the-flys-buzz (HES SO WORRIED.....)

“I’m fine kid. Don’t worry, alright?”

[he.. he doesn’t sound very alright. He sounds very. Cold again </3.]

[thestarswillspeak]

astrology observations pt 2: natal chart

- most athletes or sportspeople have either an aries moon or aries mars. like i’ve noticed it’s almost guaranteed. for example: charles leclerc, novak djokovic and muhammad ali. it’s the competitive nature.

- sun conjunct saturn at a tight orb gives the person a sombre, mature demeanour. they might feel like they’ve had to grow up quickly. one of my friends has moon, mars, venus and mercury in gemini but his sun conjunct saturn in cancer means this strong gemini energy isn’t always acted out lmao. it’s similar to saturn in the 1st house

- protect all pisces moons this is a petition. they are the sweetest and are prone to feeling guilty for no reason lol like if somebody’s sad the pisces moon will find a way to convince themselves they’re the reason.

- scorpio risings are very easy to spot as well. they have a fascinating aura and an intriguing mysteriousness. for example: river phoenix, lily rose depp, joan crawford

- 12th house stellium may find it hard to trust people.

- having a planet at 29 degrees amplifies its energy in your life. for example, mercury energy might resonate more with you if it’s at 29 degrees in your chart

- neptune in the first house gives someone a dreamy quality. like these could be the people who zone out 24/7

- 12th house placements could adore harry potter/ lord of the rings/ any story that takes place in another world. it’s comforting to them

- katniss everdeen is the definition of an aries and i just KNOW peeta has a pisces moon goodnight

- venus in the 8th can be seen as very seductive

- people with venus opposite mars are very eye catching

- lilith in capricorn are probably doms lol

- south node in the first means you may obsess over the past/ certain eras in history. you could feel like you belong in a different period

- north node in 10th hints at a successful career

- mars conjunct ceres is like that dad who makes his kids do every sport bc he thinks it’s beneficial lmao. like they mean well but their form of nurturing is INTENSE

- mercury opposite mars are intelligent and very quick thinkers. like indecisive? could never be them. this could manifest in a nervous, impulsive energy

- gemini dominants always seem stressed af like why u bouncing ur leg we’re in the grocery shop (@ me)

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

as it was - a close reading

ooooooookay, here we are. i’m not that late, am i? SO. usual disclaimer: these are just my thoughts!! after a few weeks of getting familiar with the song, this is definitely the general feeling i have about it. you can bet i’m more than fucking excited to see what else he has in store for us in terms of loudness. the kid doesn’t give a fuck anymore and i am here in that front row seat munching popcorn watching it all unfold. alright enough of this here we go

LYRIC ANALYSIS

Come on, Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you

voicemail, supposedly - sounds a bit acted to me, could have originally been a voicemail that they rerecorded to be more hq

what does it mean as the intro to a song like this? an example of ppl who really care? / a bit sinister?

Holding me back Gravity's holding me back I want you to hold out the palm of your hand Why don't we leave it at that?

gravity holding him back - he wants to fly, go as high as he can, but he can't ～ sott

gravity: also the gravity of a situation - the weight of living

i want "you" (in general) to help me, support me, have my back; why can't it be that simple? why do you need reasons, explanations in order to have my back? (why can't you support me as who i am right in front of you? do i need to prove myself?)

⟶ he's held back bc he's constantly questioned, doubted

directed to "you" as his partner: baby take my hand i know wtf i'm doing. stop thinking and jump w me

Nothing to say When everything gets in the way Seems you cannot be replaced And I'm the one who will stay

good old trusted theme of (a lack of) communication - here h is saying it's no use to talk about it ⟷ we need to talk about it. sometimes talking about the same thing over and over gets you nowhere, just makes it worse

"everything" - external factors cause the issues

"you" - general you, or specific individual? - audience? partner? all possible options?

"if we talk about this, we'll go in circles. all i know for absolute certain is that i need you and i will never leave, so let's leave it"

"i'm the one who will stay" ～ mmith - patience, loyalty

In this world, it's just us You know it's not the same as it was In this world, it's just us You know it's not the same as it was As it was, as it was You know it's not the same

what we know is that we have each other

"this world" - this industry, this system, this life - us against the world (⟶ we used to not be alone against the world(?))

shit changes all the time and that's okay. i have accepted it, "you" knows it's true but needs more time to process (as usual)

people change, life changes, situations change, conditions change - their personal lives, their selves, their careers... it is what it is. good or bad

Answer the phone Harry, you're no good alone

who is speaking? are they saying the entire verse or parts of it? - apathetic, sarcastic, manipulative voice - someone who needs h up, well, kept an eye on

"you're no good alone" - "when you're alone you start having all these thoughts, darling, and we don't want that" aka don't be independent, silly

also h's own self-deprecating words about himself: says he's bad at being alone, doesn't want to be apart from his lover ～ mmith, tbsl, ftdt, canyon moon, etcetcetc

Why are you sitting at home on the floor? What kind of pills are you on?

"at home on the floor" - echoes of mmith ⟶ when he's alone, going through something, he deals with it by wallowing + substance abuse ("i'll be on the floor", "give me some morphine") - the voice asking him what kind of pills he's on sounds menacing, tho - assuming he's taking pills, while it might not be the case at all (bc this echo in another person's voice might imply that's in the past/a rumor/a false assumption)

Ringing the bell And nobody's coming to help

"ringing the bell" - for service (painting the picture of this washed out rock star on the floor of their house, like elton in his worst days perhaps) / sounding the bell for help / ringing a doorbell

⟶ "nobody's coming to help": he's asking for help, "hold out the palm of your hand", but he's not getting any - could someone else be still saying this? as in, "nobody's coming to help, harry"

Your daddy lives by himself He just wants to know that you're well

"your daddy" - whose daddy? who is daddy? random ass lyric as an excuse to mention a daddy, kink/gay culture?

is h talking? is someone saying this to h?

confirm to daddy you're well. that's all - sarcasm: your “daddy” doesn't really care about you

Go home, get (a)head, light-speed internet I don't wanna talk about the way that it was

2nd "home" in the song wow love that for us

he's def saying get head idgaf

fast-paced life ～ tpwk bridge "all we ever want is automatic all the time" + working from home, aka covid life

i do not want to talk about it - h doesn't want to look back

Leave America, two kids follow her I don't wanna talk about who's doing it first

stuntstuntstuntstunt

⟶ "doing it" = ending a stunt? or literally anything else bc this is just a word and it's also harry so anything could mean everything and vice versa

in any case, it doesn't matter who's doing it first: if we move forward in any way, we're good

SYNTHESIS

As with everything Harry has ever done in his artistic career, this song isn’t straightforward. But we don’t want that anyway, do we? We like to be challenged. 

In this first single for Harry’s Home, there are a lot of sentiments woven in from his previous albums. Especially Meet Me In the Hallway’s symbolism and lyrics have found their way in. He’s not recycling his old work, however; he’s building onto it. He’s still the person who’ll wait for his lover to come around, but now his lover doesn’t need to start talking, he needs to stop going in circles. They seem to keep discussing the same things and Harry’s ready to move on. Who they are now is not who they were, and that’s not a bad thing. They know they have each other and that they survived the challenges thrown their way so far. 

The chorus could be interpreted in multiple ways, I think. “You know it’s not the same as it was” can be melancholy, sad about the changes they’ve been through and the things that have been lost. About their relationship, about the world they live in, about their careers. It can also be a call for action. The time to talk is over, now it’s time to fucking make shit happen. The way I hear the entire song, I think it’s the latter. In the first verse, Harry calls out the lack of support or help. He states what he needs in literal terms, then wonders what the fuss is about. It's honestly one of the more assertive moments we've gotten from him. Then he continues to say that they need to stop talking about shit they’ve gone through time and again. Sometimes it’s no use to reiterate what happened. The same questions will remain unanswered. What Harry knows is they have each other, because they know they can never quit each other.

This low-key exasperated Harry gets even more daring with throwing bullshit out the window in the second verse, when he voices things others have undoubtedly said to him. It shows a lack of understanding of his personal life, that even people who have his number don’t know him, and, more dramatically, don’t care about him. They need him to perform, act normal, be good. The notion of him needing help or support and not getting it comes back here, which underlines its significance. Harry feels let down by those around him, those who are supposed to care. (His team, fans, anyone.) “In this world, it’s just us” sounds even more intense in that context - it’s us against the world, more than ever before, bc wow people have shown their true colors. 

Harry has realised something. After years of going in circles, doing the same things to keep things in place, trying to preserve what they have, he’s realised he wants action. Things change whether they want them to or not. Harry wants to embrace change, in himself and everything around him, because he knows it’s brought beautiful things before. And he and his love change beautifully through it all. The shit that “was” is what they need to actively move past. No more conversations about it, let’s just do it. Doesn’t matter what happens first. Something needs to. “It’s not the same”, in this light, to me, is Harry saying he’s realised their circumstances have changed to the point where they can’t stand still anymore. He’s seen the true nature of those around him, he’s found out what he really wants. 

It’s fascinating, really, how this song at first sounded regretful of change to me, when only after a few listens I realised it’s the opposite. It’s Harry welcoming change, and basically prodding his own personal story to get shit moving. He’s thrown scruple over his shoulder, calling a halt to all the running in circles (mv anyone?) and grabbing his lover by the hand, certain in the belief they can handle the biggest changes they’ll have to face yet. 

[moonlightdancer26]

@starryyvenus I’m too lazy to debunk this in the replies so I’ll do it here bc unlike some people I can actually form a coherent response

(I’ll respond to both comments)

“I’m the books” hi the books, you can call me Moon btw

Did you literally not understand the point of my post?? I asked “Why do people use ‘Snape bullied Harry’ as proof that he was obsessed with Lily?” because it’s a genuine question. The only things you can conclude from “Snape bullied Harry” are that 1. Snape has trauma from James and CO’s severe bullying 2. Snape is a bully 3. Snape hates Harry. His bullying of Harry has nothing to do with Lily nor does it prove he was obsessed. 💀 I’m talking about that very specific claim, try to actually understand what I wrote before seeing the tags “pro Snape” and rambling on with BS.

I don’t care about the prophecy, I don’t care about any of what you said, the point of my post was that “Snape bullied Harry” is not proof that he was obsessed with Lily (let’s pretend for a sec that he actually was obsessed with Lily; either way, that claim isn’t sufficient evidence), because it literally had almost nothing to do with Lily.

I said this in my post:

He bullied Harry because of his copy-paste resemblance to James—someone who’s bullied and assaulted him for years and was portrayed as a hero by pretty much everyone Snape knows. Of course it was wrong of Severus to do, but brushing off the reason as “he got rejected and was obsessed” is just plain incorrect.

This tiny part was enough to understand what the purpose of my post was, and yet here you are bringing up another student whose name I didn’t even mention in said post (Neville), and I highlighted some key parts for that reason. Of course Snape was a bully. Of course Snape bullied other students (the point was that it had nothing to do with Lily 🧍‍♀️). When tf did I say he wasn’t?? You don’t have to bring up “oh well remember that one kid who was real scared of Snape!!” as if I hadn’t heard it a billion other times, I promise you I know who Neville Longbottom is and understand the pain Severus (and other professors, for that matter) put him through. That’s old news.

And btw, Snape “running to their house and holding his best friend’s Lily’s dead body on the ground like a normal non-heartless person in grief ‘instead of helping the baby in the crib’” never happened in the books, it was only in the movies and the movies are not to be considered canon. There goes your argument, thanks for proving your claims aren’t to be trusted <3

I can’t even bother to debunk what this person said bc it genuinely had jack shit to do with my original post 💀

Also leave properly-tagged posts alone. I didn’t mistag or make a single mistake so you have zero reason to be here, let alone pick up an argument out of boredom.

+ in response to your single “?” reply, your original comment has zero proper punctuation and it took me 20 seconds to figure out what you were even trying to say.

Why do people use “Snape bullied Harry” as proof that he was obsessed with Lily? I’ve asked antis this before, and each time I have they’ve always responded with something along the lines of “because she rejected/friendzoned him and he couldn’t let it go.”

This is so weird to me because Snape bullying Harry, as bad as it was, legitimately had almost nothing to do with Lily. He bullied Harry because of his copy-paste resemblance to James—someone who’s bullied and assaulted him for years and was portrayed as a hero by pretty much everyone Snape knows. Of course it was wrong of Severus to do, but brushing off the reason as “he got rejected and was obsessed” is just plain incorrect.

He was forced to face the carbon-copy of someone who assaulted him when he was a teenager everyday, his reaction was due to past-trauma being triggered, not because of some childhood crush that never showed him the time of day. In fact, the whole “Snape was friendzoned” claim seems to be a ploy in order to exonerate James of what he’s done. In addition to making James’s treatment of Lily looking better (contrary to Severus’s supposed obsession), it shifts the dynamic between Severus and Harry and invalidates what he went through, and would make it so James’s canon bullying wouldn’t be brought up and the debate would revolve only around Lily.

You can bash Severus for his treatment of Harry all you want, but that does not give you the right to make bizarre claims and use false evidence to try and bash him for something that never happened and gloss over everything he went through at the hands of the Marauders during his school years.

[willsimpforanyone]

Dating Harry Hook and Uma

not requested, i've just been watching the third movie on repeat and the two of them are the definition of gay panic

gender neutral!reader bc unless requested i default to they/them pronouns for fics

that, and i feel like harry is a pan disaster (same) and uma is an in control bisexual

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- look me in the EYES and tell me they aren't together

- uma is the dominant personality in the relationship here, very possessive over her boy

- so when she initially sees you and harry chatting on the docks, she's not impressed

- sure, harry's naturally flirty personality occasionally gets him into trouble with uma

- but this time... his smile seems more natural

- less flirty, more enjoyment of a conversation

- until he catches her eye and immediately bids you goodbye, stalking away from you and right over to uma's side

- that night, she practically interrogates him

- 'who were they? what were you talking about? what were you doing talking with them?'

- harry answers them all, always honest with his captain

- he thought you were cute, you were sweet but he would never, ever do anything without uma's express permission

- that begged the question '...you want to do something with them?'

- there's a moment's hesitation in harry's eyes

- 'if you want to, then i have to meet them. no one gets to be near you unless i know they're worth it'

- the next day, harry dragged uma across the docks, spotting you immediately helping to load crates onto a small boat

- uma's face gave no indication that she thought you were cute, merely raising an eyebrow at harry stealing the crate away from your arms

- he threw it in the boat and grabbed your hand, dragging you over to his captain

- 'presenting... uma, captain of the lost revenge'

- hot damn was his captain pretty

- i mean between the two of them, it was a wonder you didn't freak at how attractive they were

- 'ye' droolin' there, hun'

- apparently, you were less subtle than you thought

- the smirk on uma's lips was way too hot

- the meeting was short, as uma had captain's duties to attend to

- also a shift at the fish and chip shop

- so that evening she gave harry permission to go after you, provided he was clear with you that he was also dating her

- harry was exuberant, instantly grabbing her waist and spinning her round, the biggest grin on his face

- it was a little strange for uma, seeing her boyfriend with you whenever she was busy

- it wasn't jealousy, she knew that much

- after all, both her and harry had agreed that the relationship was open as long as there was consent between them

- she caught herself with a faint smile whenever she looked over at the two of you, and alarmingly she mentally called you her partner in her head

- it took her a while after you and harry started dating to realise that you invaded her thoughts as much as harry, that she thought you were gorgeous and funny and she genuinely looked forward to seeing you and harry on dates in the chip shop

- it wasn't uncommon for her to join your table after her shift, alternating between sitting next to harry and sitting next to you, welcome to join the conversation

- sometimes she could taste the gum you chewed when she kissed harry and wondered what it would be like to taste it firsthand

- it didn't take long for uma to mention it to harry, and it was hard to keep the wide grin off her face when he grabbed her hands and danced around the deck of the ship

- as for you?

- you started to feel your own eyes light up the way harry's did when you saw uma

- harry was open with you, and you appreciated his honesty

- and when you realised you were a little bit in love with both him and uma, you repaid him with your trust

- the beach was almost completely barren, the moon high, and harry was warm next to you

- 'hey, harry?'

- 'yeah?'

- 'you know uma?'

- 'i am, in fact, aware of tha' lass, yes'

- 'you're in love with her, right?'

- 'ye' kno' i am'

- you took a deep breath

- 'i think i'm in love with both of you'

- harry's fierce kiss caught you off guard

- 'ye' have no idea how happy tha' makes me!'

- harry was ecstatic, his two favourite people! in love! with each other! also with him!

- he grabbed your hand and pulled you up

- 'we're goin' ta uma righ' now!'

- you could do nothing but laugh as harry dragged you through the streets of the isle, muscle memory leading him straight to the chip shop

- it was empty, all the patrons had left and uma was alone, scrubbing haflheartedly at a table with a rag

- she didn't even turn at the sound of people entering

- 'we're closed, go home'

- 'aw, even for me, darlin'?'

- uma laughed and spun round, rag forgotten

- 'if you two are here for a date, you'll have to find somewhere else, i'm busy'

- harry said nothing, just nudged you forward and took a seat, gaze swapping between you and uma

- you cleared your throat, shifting nervously

- what if she didn't love you? what if harry was lying this whole time? what if you never saw them again? what if it worked out and the whole isle hated the three of you?

- uma quirked an eyebrow

- 'you know, i can feel your anxiety from here, what's up?'

- now or never

- 'uma, i've been going out with harry for a while and it's been amazing and i love him but...'

- there was a pause, and uma's stare sharpened; if you were gonna hurt her harry she would kill you

- '...i also love you, and i only told him literally ten minutes ago and he dragged me here to tell you and i don't know if you feel the same way but it would be really cool if you did because then we could all date but if you don't feel the same way that's totally fine obviou-!'

- you were again caught off guard by a kiss, but this time it was from uma

- she pulled away, and lightly punched you arm

- 'you were rambling'

- harry coughed lightly from his seat

- 'tha' means she loves ye' too, in case tha' wasn' clear'

- your cheeks hurt from smiling so much

- uma's hand was warm in yours and she was smiling back at you and harry was next to you pressing a kiss to your temple and uma was pulling the three of you out of the shop and onto her ship

- there would, of course, be a discussion about the relationship between you all, uma would make sure of it

- but for now, you basked in the attention from your two partners, incomparably happy

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okay i got a little carried away, but hoo boy they're both unfairly attractive

i'm gonna do a kind of part two, so look out for that!

[wistfulrat]

a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. - 

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd  - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. -  other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK.  - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic​ - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory​ - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys.  -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre​ - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss.  -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

[angstymarauder]

Arch Enemies {M.M}

Marlene McKinnon x Female!reader ; marauders era

summary: where two long-time rivals realize how thin the line between love and hate really are after an unfortunate quidditch incident.

word count: 3.4k ish

contains: angst, fluff, a heated kiss?, side of wolfstar,

a/n: i didn’t re-read it bc I'm lazy. Also if people could drop some wlw angsty harry potter recs that would be phenomenal.

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Marlene McKinnon has been your rival since as far back in your Hogwarts years as you can remember. Always at each other’s heads. Always a competition between the two of you. Always striving to be better than the other.

The two of you made just about everything a competition. Chess Matches. Pranking. Grades. Eating. Walking. Detentions (you almost got kicked out of Hogwarts that year.)

Anything that could somehow be made competitive, you two competed. And while you tended to beat her with grades, she often beat you in things that took place outside of the classroom.

The Marauders, apparently, have been placing bets and keeping track of your wins against one another. Lily even claims that one time she walked into their room unexpectedly and caught them writing on a poster on their wall that had both your names in big letters on each side and a series of tallies below each with dates and event names on the bottom, but as soon as they saw her one of them casted a spell to make it disappear.

This year was no different. You knew it was stupid to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to try out for the quidditch team without Marlene fighting you for the same spot. You have no real desire to be on the quidditch team, quite honestly, but your older siblings play quidditch, your parents played quidditch, your aunts, your uncles, your cousins, your grandparents, your great-grandparents.

You have a quidditch family and you do not want to can not disappoint them.

The hope that Marlene may leave you alone for this one was shattered, as you expected it to be, when you walk into the team's locker room, a bag of quidditch gear in your hand. “Y/L” Marlene spoke as soon as her eyes met yours. Her eyes widened more than usual, a change most people don’t notice, but then again, you’re not most people. You know Marlene better than anyone else, you’ve memorized the meaning of every look in her eyes, every curve of her lips, every flick of her hands. You know her brain, how she works, what she is thinking, for the most part at least because right now you found yourself momentarily confused by the surprise lacing her voice. Why is she so surprised? Did she not expect you to be there? Your thoughts are cut short when the blonde standing at the other side of the room clears her throat in an attempt to reactive her favorite tone of voice when speaking to you, cockiness, “you going for the beater position too?”

“Yea,” you respond, walking over to one of the lockers.

“May the best player win,” you continued unpacking your bag, putting on the final touches to your uniform, but you didn’t need to look at her to know that she was smirking as she spoke, you could hear it clear enough in her voice.

She awaited a snarky response from you, you know that, but you didn’t want to waste your energy on a catfight right now. Your anxiety is already through the roof, there is enough pressure on you at the moment that you feel like your brain physically cannot handle any more conflict, so you ignore her.

Her eyes burn holes into your body as you continue to pull your knee pads on. Eventually, the door opens and you listen to her steps as she walks out of the locker room, closing the door with a slam and leaving you all alone.

It’s not long before you’re 100% ready for tryouts. You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a moment before leaving. Taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. Calm your mind. It helps a little bit, but maybe not enough.

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“Y/L! Watch out!” is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

The tryouts were going great, James was the captain this year and after stealing a glance at his little sheet, you could tell that you were going to beat Marlene out for this spot.

You should’ve been happier with that knowledge than you were, but somewhere deep down you almost wanted Marlene to beat you. This wasn't what you wanted and by the look in her eyes, you knew that this was what she wanted. A strange feeling arose in your chest each time she looked at you during tryouts, her eyes conveyed a message you hadn’t seen her wear yet and all you wanted to do was decode it. To understand why her eyes looked… sad? Almost. Like she knew you were going to beat her and she was upset about it. She’s never been upset before, always a team player. She took her losses as they came and just vowed to beat you next time. But for some reason… for some reason this was different.

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Marlene’s Pov:

You looked so pretty. Flyaway hairs and a look of determination on your face as you swatted away Bludgers so effortlessly. She loved quidditch, but she wasn't as good as you. Jealous, not because you’ll win whatever competition the two of you are probably making out of this, but jealous because she knows she won’t get the position she’s been working her ass off for. Lost in thought she doesn't even notice the bludger coming towards her, luckily she hits it just in time, but then… Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Marlene watched as the bludger tumbled straight towards you, “Y/L! Watch out,” was all she could get in before it hit you right in the head.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was an intense pounding in your skill that caused an unconscious groan to leave your mouth. As you increasingly became aware your head began hurting more and more. You went to bring your hand up to rub your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up when you felt another hand on yours. Opening your eyes only increased your headache, but the desire to know whose hand was holding yours overruled the pain. Their hand was soft, warm, it felt like … like home. That's the only word you could find in this pain-forsaken state to properly describe the feeling.

The blur of a person who held your hand made you think you were crazy. You found yourself blinking a few times in attempts to clear your vision, not initially trusting your eyes and barely trusting them now as you see Marlene McKinnon's hand, holding yours.

Marlene McKinnon.

Your arch-nemesis?

The one who practically hates you?

Yea… her.

What the fuck.

Why is she holding your hand… and why do you never want her to let go?

You can feel your lips curve up into an unconscious smile as you stare at the place where her hand connects with yours before roaming your eyes up to her figure to her sleeping face being held up by her other hand, elbow resting on her armchair next to your bed. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, and you wonder why you’ve never noticed how gorgeous she was before. How her lips look so soft and her skin so smooth. The way the waning gibbous moonlight shines into the room from the large infirmary windows and lights her face up in a way you’ve never seen in before and in that moment you want nothing more than to stare at her face like that forever. You don’t even notice your other hand moving up to touch her face until you hear a voice whisper from a few beds over from yours. “Oh, you’re up.” Startled, you feel like you were just caught committing a crime and immediately pull your hand back to where it was before. Marlene shifts in her sleep from your quick movements and you’re watching this moment slip through your fingers, silently begging whatever runs the universe to let you stay in this moment just a little bit longer. Thankfully, they answer and Marlene stills, returning to her peaceful sleep. “Don’t worry, Lils says she sleeps like a log.”

You giggle at these words, turning to face Remus with a smile, “yea, she does. We can never get her up in the morning.” “It’s the same with Sirius. He never wants to wake up.” The two of you giggle quietly, afraid to wake up anyone in the castle this late at night, especially the girl sitting beside you. You talk about Remus first, asking if the full moon the night before was really that bad that Pomfrey made him stay overnight again and if he's okay. He assures you that he is fine and redirects the conversation to you, “What about you? Are you okay?”

“I don’t even know what happened to me,” you tell him, “or why my head hurts so much or why M-” you pause, now looking at the girl. You’re scared of speaking the words out loud, afraid it may reveal that her presence is only a dream or a figment of your imagination and that you will sound crazy if you speak about it.

“Or why Marlene is here, holding your hand.” Remus finishes your sentence.

“Or that.” you turn your gaze back to Remus, now wishing the moon was a little darker so your close friend can’t see the blush that is surely on your face.

“Well to answer your first questions,” started Remus, “You got hit with a bludger during tryouts, Marlene and Sirius rushed u in here while I was taking a nap - thanks for that by the way”

“Sorry” you giggled

“- and then Sirius went back to practice, as for McKinnon there, she refused to leave. I think she feels bad cause she's the one that hit you. Pomfrey said you probably have a concussion which means you can’t … well you can’t play quidditch this year.” You should be focusing on the quidditch part, it was something you were working so hard for, but you can’t stop your mind from trailing off to her. Is she only here because she feels bad? Or is there more to it? You hope it's more. You’re not sure when these feelings came to fruition, but they’re there now and you’re worried about getting your hopes up because it means risking yourself getting let down.

“I think she likes you,” you take a minute to process the werewolves' words, glancing between the blonde’s head and her hand.

“You think so?” you say with a hopeful smile.

“I think she’s liked you since first year and you’re just too oblivious to realize it,” you look up with him, your confused face causing a slight chuckle to leave his lips, “I’m observant, you know that but it's not that difficult to see how in love you two are, even though you act like you hate each other. I think she knows what she feels,” you both glanced at the girl, “and I think you just figured out what you feel.”

You smile at his words. “I think you’re right,” you admit, too tired to be stubborn and reject what your heart says is a fact.

“Just wait till January to tell everyone please, I have a bet going with the boys and- “ Suddenly the door to the infirmary opens, Remus goes quiet with confusion and Marlen begins to stir from the noise. She’s really waking up this time, you immediately close your eyes, unsure of what else to do or even say to her. You can feel her eyes on your face, her hand holding yours. “Good morning sleepyhead,” remarked Remus. You curse out his name in your head as you feel Marlene’s hand immediately rip out of yours. All you want to do is look at her face, read her mind. Was she embarrassed? Ashamed? Your mind went to the worst.

“How’s the girlfriend?” marked a new voice, Sirius. Of course. Who else would come to the infirmary this late other than Sirius to check up on Remus?

“She’s not my girlfriend.” remarked Marlene, her tone sending a brief stab of pain through your own heart, “I don’t even like her,” another stab.

“Yea, okay, and Moonys not my werewolf boyfriend.” You would’ve laughed, hearing the noises of Remus hitting Sirius in response to his words, but your mind was stuck on the words of the girl who was still standing close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her body.

“I don’t like her,” she said, her words laced with annoyance and anger, “In fact, I hate her. We’re literally enemies.”

“Then why are you here then?” Remus rebutted, he probably meant to be helpful, but the words she spoke next only made your heart ache more.

“Because I’m not a monster! I hit her with the bludger and I felt bad. That’s it. Nothing else.” you were almost thankful when you started to hear her moving around, collecting her stuff, tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes and you didn’t want her to see. “I’m tired so I’m going, goodbye.” And with that you waited, listening to the sounds of her footsteps, getting quieter with each moment. You listened to the opening and closing of the infirmary door and only dared to open your eyes again once you could no longer hear the clicking of her shoes down the hallway.

“You okay?” Remus spoke first, witnessing the silent tears now streaming down your face. You wish you stayed asleep. You wish you never looked at her. Never let yourself feel something you knew she wouldn’t reciprocate. You curse yourself for believing Remus’ hopeful words.

“Fine,” you spoke quietly before turning to your side, the back facing the two boys who get to share the kind of romance you find yourself only able to dream about.

“M’Sorry,” you heard Remus whisper, before the weight of your head and your heart lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up to Madam Pomfrey's voice urging you awake. Her soft voice reminded you of your mother and made you want to curl up into her arms and cry, Marlene's words last night still resting their weight on your chest. “How are you this morning, love?” she asks, placing a plate of food on the bedside table, you're thankful that she doesn't mention the tear stains that probably made their home on your cheeks last night.

“M’fine,” you mumble, “better.”

“Good, good,” she smiles, handing you a glass of water that you didn’t realize how much you needed until the whole glass was gone in a minute and Madam Pomfrey had to fetch you a new one. “Took a big hit yesterday, that Miss McKinnon has a good arm.” You hum in agreeance, an attempt to not be rude to the elder in front of you, but hearing her name still hurts, the wound of her words still leaving scars on your heart that haven’t even begun to scab. “Speaking of the devil,” the nurse spoke, your head raising up to see Marlene's figure entering the curtain that surrounded your bed. Her hair looked so soft, messier than you usually see it, but you liked it. You couldn’t stop your eyes from travelling down her face, taking in her beauty while she was awake. Bags plagued her beautiful brown eyes, she didn't sleep much last night. Your gaze moved to her lips, the same lips that unknowingly cut scars along your heart mere hours ago. Memories from the night before that you had allowed yourself to forget for a moment returned as fast as they left, returning the heartache that accompanies them. Suddenly, you found the hem of your shirt more interesting, keeping your gaze and your hands on that. “I’ll leave you two alone,” spoke Madam Pomfrey, ignoring the tension-filled silence that laid in the air, “I’d like to keep you here for a little while longer but you should be discharged by dinner,” and with that she left the two of you alone, your breaking heart not even strong enough to look at her.

“Hey,” she spoke first, breaking the silence, but not moving from her spot where she stood at the end of your bed. “Sorry I hit you with a bludger,” she tried to joke, but the tension was too thick that it was just awkward.

“Why are you here?” you ask, a sudden surge of bravery coming from the anger that stems from your sadness.

“Wh-What?”

“Why are you here?” “Because I feel bad? Because I'm not a total bitch and I care about you?” she remarks.

“Why do you care?” your voice grows louder, angrier than you want it, but you’re too stubborn to stop speaking now. “I can’t play anymore, you got the spot on the team, didn’t you? “I mean you said it yourself we’re enemies, right? You hate me?” you continue, repeating her words from last night. “So isn’t this what you wanted? You won. You beat me. Congratulations.”

“So you were eavesdropping?” she asks, her tone attempting to stay angry, but her eyes revealing that look you’re slowly seeing more and more often.

“It’s not eavesdropping if I’m lying right there.”

“Merlin, y/n, I don’t hate you!”

“Liar.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she yells, getting closer to your face.

“If you don’t hate me then why would you say it?” You sat up, both your voices were raising, anger surging through the air.

“Because I don’t hate you! I love you,” she yelled, and then everything went quiet. She loves me? Only now did you realize how close your faces were. Her lips were inches from yours, your ragged breaths intermingled with one another, both of you already exhausted from your previous argument. You looked up from her lips to her eyes, just to find them already staring into yours.

“You what?” you whispered so low that only she could hear it.

“ I-” her eyes were filled with fear. Fear that her feelings won’t be reciprocated. Fear to express the vulnerable emotion that has plagued her heart for how long? You don’t know. So you move forward and capture her lips in yours.

After the initial surprise, Marlene began to kiss you back, her hands finding the back of your neck and your head while yours found her hips. You broke apart too soon for your liking and she rested her forehead on yours. One of your hands moved to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before speaking. “I love you too.” You watched as her eyes lit up with joy and you couldn’t help but smile. “I get a point on the leaderboard for admitting it first,” she chuckled.

“Mmhm,” you hummed in agreeance leaning forward again so your lips brushed against hers as you spoke, “but I get one for kissing you first.”

“Dammit,” she whispered, before leaning in for another kiss.

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“So Gryffindor Beater, huh?” you asked Marlene. The two of you laid together in the infirmary bed, her back pressed up against half of your chest, your arm hanging around her shoulder twirling and untwirling her hair with your one hand while both her hands played with the fingers of your other.

“Yea, James said it’s mine if I want it, but I don’t need to take it if you don’t want me to.”

“No, merlin no,” you said quickly, “I know how much you want that spot, I barely even wanted it. Was only doing it because with my family I felt like I had to.”

“Really?” She looked up at you hopefully, “you don't mind.”

“Nope.” “Promise?”

“Promise.” She gave her a peck on the lips before turning her head around again. “Plus, you’re going to look so hot in that uniform, I feel like I’ll be the real winner in this situation.” Your words earn a loud laugh from the girl in your arms and you feel like you're on cloud 9. You place a quick kiss on her temple and want nothing more than to be the one to make her laugh for the rest of your lives. Lives that you hopefully get to spend together.

Meanwhile…

“Told you so,” he whispered.

“I should’ve kept my mouth shut,” the second boy groaned, placing coins into the other boy's outstretched hand.

“Yea, but look how cute they are, Moony the Matchmaker.”

“Oh shut up Padfoot,” he groaned, “I’m hungry, let's go to dinner.” “Whatever you say handsome,” barked the boy before looping arms with his lover and walking away from the two girls in the infirmary who looked utterly and completely infatuated with one another.