#lynxunderacurse

[lynxindisguise]

Sirius gets pregnant but isn't sure if Fudge or Crookshanks is the father.

I raise you: moony is also a potential father, so we’ve got a chance of a baby, a kitten, or a cub. only time will tell.

[lynxindisguise]

Hello it is mysterious corndog anon.... ready to bully you relentlessly to read about Sirius being little shit and this older powerful man being into it until he realizes how unstable he is... ready to take Cornelius down if he does not get what he wants and deservers <3 the potential is endless

So we meet again.

*throws snippet like a slab of meat and runs away*

***

“Are you Mr. Fudge?”

Cornelius nods absently, tapping his quill against the inkwell.

“I need you to authorise these expenses.”

He extends his left hand, accepting the paperwork. After the briefest scan, he tuts. “This is formatted wrong. And you’re missing your supervisor’s signature. And the department head’s signature.”

“Ah.” A lazy scoff pulls Cornelius’s attention upward, to the young man—barely more than a boy—leaning against his desk. “Figured those were formalities. It’s you who makes the final say, isn’t it?”

The young man cocks his head—all cheekbones and jawline, artfully framed by silky black waves.

Cornelius clears his throat. “You look familiar. Who are you.”

He tenses, soft grey eyes hardening to steel. “I’m Sirius,” he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, “Black.”

“Ah, of course.” He’s the spit of Orion. And Walburga. Heinous folk. Useful allies. He offers back the paperwork. “Come back when you’ve done this properly, Mr. Black.”

Black just stares at it, nostrils flared. He opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, running his tongue along the edge of his teeth. “Rather comfortable at that desk, aren’t you?”

A few years ago, he might’ve been taken aback by such cheek. Now he knows it isn’t cheek at all; it’s entitlement, laziness. “I beg your pardon?”

But then Black’s eyes seize his with an iron grip, churning with a frightening earnestness. “A child has been cursed, Mr. Fudge. I need these items to break that curse. I’m meant to be helping people, not formatting paperwork and hunting down signatures!”

Cornelius studies him for a moment, this sparking wand of a boy—exquisitely carved beauty spurting with raw, chaotic power. It rattles something inside him, something he’s worked so very hard to contain.

“You should be careful with that fire of yours, Black. It won’t get you anywhere around here.”

Sirius Black leans in ever so slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you sure about that?”

[lynxindisguise]

I’m almost afraid to know how you could make this wholesome, but please consider - Umbridge and McGonagall, the true enemies to lovers saga at Hogwarts (eat your heart out, Drarry).

aww no this is perfect!! two young lesbians bonding over their love of cats 🥰

mcbridge is honestly such a power couple; they invented gaslight gatekeep girlboss! obviously of course they started out as rivals, but minnie just couldn’t shake her growing fondness for that cutthroat femme 😍

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[lynxindisguise]

why is fudge/sirius called corndog? more on the corn tbh

corn for cornelius! (also the ship name was either zo or imp, I take no credit for this cursed brilliance)

it is sort of a criminal mashing of a name and a noun... which honestly... is so fitting

other super fun examples of this include: moonbus (albus/remus) and madmoon (mad-eye/remus)

[lynxindisguise]

I’m off work early and don’t know what to do with my life… send me cursed asks and I’ll give wholesome answers, or send me wholesome asks, and I’ll give cursed answers