#no sirius dont go into the cottage

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Three Broomsticks

@wolfstarmicrofic November 5, word count 571

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If there was anywhere in hell that would actually freeze over, it was this bloody forest. There was something so eerie about it that it chilled you to the bone. Sirius was now grateful for the warm coat Hagrid had given him. 

Remus was on alert. He whined quietly, and Sirius scratched him behind the ears, trying to comfort the enormous Grim. 

“You know, at the moment, you’re one of the scariest things in hell, right? Nothing’s messing with a Grim,” That seemed to give Remus a bit more confidence, and the giant black dog strode ahead of Sirius, his ears twitching as he listened out for any sounds in the forest.

They walked a lot further than Sirius thought they should be. The forest seemed endless. Remus stopped in his tracks and lowered his head, growling at something ahead of them. Sirius went on alert. He kept close to Remus, determined to keep him safe from whatever lay ahead. 

He pushed through a tangle of thorns and walked out into a grassy clearing. The dappled light shone through the treetops, landing on a small stone cottage with a thatched roof. Remus whimpered and tried to keep Sirius from going towards it, but something was pulling him towards it. 

As he approached the small wooden door, Sirius noticed three broomsticks placed beside the door against the side of the house. He raised his hand to knock, but the door opened before his hand could make contact with the wood. 

“Oh, hello, dear,” A woman said as she opened the door wider, inviting him in. Remus growled loudly, snarling, as Sirius took a step into the dark cottage. “Come, come, no need to be afraid, dear. There’s nothing to fear,” Her voice was so sweet and musical. Remus was wrong, there was no danger here. Sirius let his feet take him forward and the door slammed shut behind him.

Inside, it was pitch black, and the woman had disappeared. Sirius felt uneasy, he called upon his magic and created a ball of fire in his palm. 

A piercing shriek suddenly filled the small space. Sirius winced and covered an ear with his free hand. He spun around, his eyes combing the room. There in the corner, half hidden by shadows, cowered three wraiths, the human appearance gone. They would have devoured him if he hadn’t had magic and thought to summon the hellfire. 

He narrowed his eyes at the forms and flung the ball of fire at them. The shrieking intensified as the fire destroyed them, punishment for daring to lure a Lord of Hell. 

Sirius exited the cottage and summoned more hellfire, igniting the whole damn building and watched as the stone melted to a molten puddle on the ground. Hellfire was a hell of a thing. 

Remus pushed his nose into Sirius’s hand, making him jump. 

“Shit, Remus, you have got to stop doing that,” He gasped, clutching his hand over his heart. He turned around and wrapped his arms around the Grim’s neck, burying his face in Remus’s thick fur. This was what Dorcas had been on about. He’d chosen the wrong path. He should have known better. He’d be more careful in the future. “Shall we carry on?” He asked. Remus huffed and Sirius took that as a yes. So, releasing Remus’s neck, they set off again, leaving the smouldering remains of the wraiths and their cottage behind.  

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Running from the Daylight (oneshot)

Regulus Black AU

Request: @iluvthe-marauders HI LOVELYYY, HAVENT HAD TUMBLR IN AGESSSSS. Dont know if you remember but i was the one who asked for different harry potter characters and wanted to ask if you'd do a regulus oneshot. where y/n is a halfblood (Remus’ sister) and they run away together?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

Song in Chapter: Running from the Daylight by Concrete Castles

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Now it's do or die, runnin' from the daylight. Have we had enough? What have we become? Nowhere left to hide. Runnin' from the daylight…Runnin' from the daylight

You stood in the mid-morning sun at the farmer’s marker simply enjoying the spring day. Winter had been hard. It was too long and cold with too many losses for your side. Now the promise of a “fresh” spring brought you fresh hope that The Order would somehow have a lot more “wins.”

“Y/n, what do you think of this?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sirius’ happy giggling. Turning, you met your best friend’s gaze as he held up what looked like a stuffed cat in a dress. Raising an eyebrow, you shook your head with an annoyed chuckle. It didn’t matter what was going on in the world…Sirius knew how to make you laugh.

“I’ll miss him.”

The thought hit you like a hex to the stomach. You forced a smile so Sirius wouldn’t suspect anything was up. You took a deep breath Sirius occupied himself with bothering Remus. Staring at your older your heart ached a little more.

He will be fine. Sirius will look after him.

It was only a few short hours before your life changed forever. You had made plans to run away with Regulus. The two of you would run away from everything and start a new life. A new life together…just the two of you in some quaint little country cottage where all of the horrors of “the real world” would forever evaporate. It would be just Regulus and yourself, living the life of a happy couple.

Regulus

Your heart smiled thinking about your “secret” boyfriend. For two years, you had been dating Regulus in private. Secret dating was what it had to be. You were a half-blood and that would never be good enough for the Blacks. Walburga would have a massive fit if she found out that her baby boy was dating a half-blood. Never, in any universe, would you be good enough for Regulus (in his parent's eyes.). If they knew about Remus’ “furry little problem” the “you’re not good enough” view would only be magnified.

If they only knew that I saved him. I am the one who put the light back behind his eyes.

You thought with a smile. If it hadn’t been for you Regulus would have put a fork in a toaster. He told you this himself one night after making love. That conversation itself was one that made you want to get Regulus away even more. You wanted to make sure that another cold frown would never pass over his gorgeous face again.

We will be a cute little married couple. We can get a cat and do all of the mundane things that we never thought would happen.

You smiled at the thought. For the first time in your life, you weren’t craving action or adventure. Instead, you were craving the normally boring slow life that your parents had.

When you had brought up the idea of running away, Regulus had been all for it. He was ready to walk away from the Death Eaters and Lord Voledmort. Regulus no longer cared about his family’s name. Being a member of the House of Black no longer had the “ring” to it that it once did. Regulus was, instead, ready to have that normal boring life where the two of you were just people….just people. It wouldn't matter that he was a pure-blood or you were a half-blood. Instead, Regulus would be the husband who would bring in the newspaper in the mornings while you made coffee.

“I wonder what they are doing at the lowly farmer’s market?”

Remus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. Looking up, you froze seeing Regulus and Walburga across the next aisle.

“Mum probably got word that she can find weird shit to feel her house with. I should take her that cat.”

Sirius added as your eyes met Regulus’. He gave you a slight smile as your hand reached up to touch the emerald necklace that he had given you.

“Forget the cat, Sirius. The woman is bad news.”

Remus added, nervously. He didn’t have any love lost for Walburga. In fact, Remus was banking on the old bitch dying sooner rather than later. After Walburga nearly killed Sirius, Remus had no use for her. Remus was ready to kick in the door to Grimmauld Place and off the lot of the monsters within.

“Reggie is looking good though.”

Sirius commented sadly. The tone in Siruis’ voice told you everything that you already knew. Sirius missed Regulus.

“He will be fine. He’s a smart boy. I’m sure that he will see the things that you saw eventually.”

You commented, hoping to bring Sirius some comfort. You were the one that Sirius told his worries about Regulus too.

“I’m afraid he will end up like the lot of them. I don’t want to see the boy that I know become a monster.”

Those words replayed in your head over and over as you looked at Regulus again. You wished nothing more than to be able to tell Sirius that you were going to save Regulus. It would be you that took him away and Sirius would have nothing to worry about. Maybe in time, you could invite Sirius and Remus to your new home. You could show them that they had nothing to worry about.

“Yes, he does. Sirius, it will be fine. Regulus is a smart boy.”

Sirius sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Yes, he is. One can only hope that he will see reason. Come on, let's get back to the house and fix that soup.”

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed slowly. At 10 pm you were due to meet Regulus at the train station. The two of you would take the last night train to your predetermined destination. All that you had to do was wait for Sirius and Remus to act like the little old couple and go to bed.

Around 7 pm, Sirius stretched and stood up. He gave you a smile before looking at his lover.

“There is a new movie playing down at the muggle Cinema. How about we go catch a movie? James and Lily are up for it?”

Remus nodded in agreement. He was all up for an evening out. Most nights were busy with order stuff. The thought of “getting out of the house” acting as if things were normal sounded absolutely amazing.

“Great idea. Y/n, are you coming?”

You shook your head.

“As much as I would love to, I have a bit of a headache and want to call it an early night. Tell James and Lily that I love them.”

Remus slowly got up to find his abandoned jumper. Your comment didn’t raise any red flags for him.

“We will. Would you like us to bring you anything home?”

You shook your head before standing up.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”

You went to Remus and wrapped your arms around him. The realization that this would be the last hug that you gave your brother for some time hit hard. Remus seemed a little surprised at first but hugged you back.

“That’s a nice hug. I’m only going to the movies.”

He commented as you went to Sirius and did the same thing. Sirius, meanwhile, hugged you back just as dramatically.

“I know but I made a goal to never let either of you leave without hugging you. Both of you know how crazy the times are and what if something happens and I don’t hug you before you go?”

Remus gave you that comforting older brother expression as Sirius hugged you again.

“Y/n, everything will be okay. I know it doesn’t feel that way now but in time everything will be fine.”

You nodded as Sirius sauntered off to pull on his leather jacket.

“Remus is right, love. It won’t be long until we grill old lord Voldy’s head or shove it on a stick. We will look back on all of this and laugh.”

Sirius and Remus had been gone for half an hour when there was a quiet knock on the door. You stood up and opened it, relieved to see Regulus on the other side.

“Love.”

You said softly before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Regulus carefully walked the two of you into the house..

“Are dumb and dumber gone?”

You nodded.

“They went to a movie. What are you doing here early? Not that I’m not super happy to see you…I have been thinking about you since this morning.”

Regulus gently shoved you against the door before pressing himself against you. You sighed happily as he tilted your head to the side and began peppering your neck with kisses.

“Have you now? What a coincidence because I have been thinking about you nonstop. Your pretty face is always on my mind. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around you. Seeing you at that market and not being able to get to you…”

You placed a hand on his mouth.

“If your bitchy mother wasn’t there and I wouldn’t have to mop the floor with her face I would have snogged you right there on the spot.”

Regulus chuckled. He had grown used to your “I’m going to snog you in any place that I want” comments.

“She would have died with a heart attack…not that I would be complaining.”

Regulus murmured before glancing over his shoulder. Even though you said that Remus and Sirius were gone, Regulus still felt the need to check. The last thing that he wanted was for either man to catch the two of you snogging by the door. If they walked in and heard everything, it would ruin the plan of running away.

Regulus had worked too hard to have his plan ruined now. Over the past few weeks, he had been securing the two of you a safe life in a little Swiss village far away from the wizarding world both of you knew. Regulus had been in contact with his uncle Alphard Black and discussed an escape plan.

Alphard offered his summer home in Switzerland as a home for the two of you while Regulus (little by little) emptied his Gringotts bank. Regulus wanted to make damn sure that the two of you would never want for anything. Would both of you be gone from England forever? Regulus didn’t know. For now, however, Regulus had to plan as if returning home would never happen.

“Are you ready to go?”

Regulus asked, pulling himself from his thoughts. You nodded and picked up a small bag. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“One bag?”

You shook your head.

“No, I used an extension charm. I have everything that we could need in here.”

Regulus smirked.

“Why am I not surprised? Are you still wanting to go? I know how close you are to your brother and my brother…”

You pressed your lips to Regulus’ again.

“Of course, I want to go. I left Remus and Sirius a letter. I’m sure they will be upset but in time, they will understand. I want nothing more than to share a life with the man that I love.”

A small smile played at Regulus’ lips as he reached for your coat.

“You always know what to say. Now let's get out of here before we start fucking on the couch.”

You slipped on your coat and picked up the small bag. Looking around the house, you took a moment to be thankful for your friends and family. You had never been much of the praying type but for once you prayed that sooner or later fate would bring all of you back together. Maybe in time, your friends would understand why you were taking this action and would forgive you.

It's the things that we do for love…

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[clintbartonswife]

in the dark of the night i think of you

Pairings: remus lupin/sirius black, james potter/lily evans Summary: remus before the first full moon after the fateful halloween night Whumptober prompt #2 : thermometer / delirium / 'they dont care about you' Notes: mentions of death, war, self-harm and injury. even remus' hallucinations are mean to him. masterlist   || whumptober2023

The night before the full moon was always the worst.

When he was a child he had found it unbearable, coddled by his mother while his father looked on with guilt-laden eyes. They had held him when he cried, always doing their best to prepare him for what was to come.

It was impossible, of course, to prepare a five year old for the pain of their bones reassembling. For the reality of living the rest of their life with a condition that took such a toll, hiding a secret and gaining new scars every month.

He grew to fear the anticipation more than the transformation itself, working himself into a state every time he saw the moon thickening. His parents could do nothing about it, trapped in their helplessness, clinging to each other as his screams tore through the night.

The shame followed the fear.

When Remus was old enough to understand the concept of shame and embarrassment, he could finally name the look on his father's face when talking about his son's 'condition'. That shadowed him through the rest of his life - every new scar just another tally mark of the ever present shame that he brought to his parent's life.

That soon fuelled resentment, Lyall taking up extra hours at work to avoid him, eventually leaving him and his mother with nothing but bad memories. He hadn't even gone to Hope's funeral.

His time at Hogwarts had helped to ease that overwhelming shame, though it still followed him in every avenue of his life. He was taught that he deserved to love and be loved, wholly and without holding back. It had been a tough sell, but by the time he had graduated he finally found it in himself to believe that he had a family that accepted him.

He enjoyed the surety for less than a year.

A cough ripped through him, Remus groaning as another chill racked his body. He tugged the threadbare blanket higher up, curling in on himself in an attempt to retain as much heat as he could.

The cottage he had found was literally crumbling around him, allowing the cold November air to penetrate every corner of the room where he had set up a makeshift bed. As Marlene loved to say, beggars cant be choosers, and he knew he was lucky to find any kind of structure hidden this deep in the woods.

With shaking hands, he took the thermometer from between his lips, squinting to read it in the dim light.

"Shit, 40."

This was just his luck. Hiding out in an abandoned building with a raging fever the day before the full moon.

If this fever killed him, he wondered, how long would his body be left to rot? No one knew where he was - hell, there wasn't anyone left in the world that cared.

"You always were good at the pity party, eh Moony?"

His heart skipped a beat, tears rushing to his eyes at the familiar voice. He didn't dare look up, wanting to hold on to the impossible for just a few seconds longer.

"You know, ignoring us isn't going to change anything."

"Lily -" he breathed, somewhere between a sob and prayer.

"Wow. Okay. I see the favouritism happening right now."

He finally looked up, tears flowing freely. James and Lily stood above him, pity in their eyes and hands entwined.

"How -"

Lily smiled sagely, kneeling by his side, phantom hand placed on his forehead. "You're burning up."

Remus let out a shaky laugh, breath visible in the air. "Right. I'm dying."

"Dramatic!" James sang, flashing a cheeky grin. "You're not dying Moony, you're just finally losing your mind."

His shaky laugh turned to an outright chuckle, the noise even shocking himself. He hadn't laughed properly since -

He got rid of that thought, instead heaving himself in to a sitting position, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. "Yeah - that makes sense."

Lily shook her head fondly, lightly slapping James' chest. "Be nice."

Remus rolled his eyes fondly, "I always hated it when they'd treat me like I'm fragile, especially before the full moon."

"See, my flower? I'm simply treating Rem like I always have. No need to go easy on him just because I'm a ghost and all."

"We're not ghosts, dummy. I think we're part of his subconscious -"

James gasped, "Are we in your head?"

"That's an awful place to be right now -"

"Is that your way of asking us to leave?"

Remus' smile dropped instantly, looking down at the floor in shame. "No - I'd never... and I - I'm sorry I wasn't there. That I didn't... I -"

"You couldn't have known he'd betray us."

Remus' head swirled as he whipped it around, Peter stood near the doorway, waving sheepishly.

"Took your time, Wormy!" James greeted cheerfully, "Did we interrupt your very important death plans?"

"Not exactly... I got lost. Everything was white and I didn't quite understand how to get out."

Remus snorted, that snort turning into a laugh of disbelief, and then dissolving in to wheezing. Tears ran down his cheeks, contrasted by the smile on his lips.

"Remus?"

"Great. We broke him."

"Don't look at me! I just got here!"

The three of them began to argue, the noise weirdly comforting. It reminded him so strongly of sitting in front of the roaring fire, his friends littered around the common room all debating over the best Bertie Bott's flavour. Sirius tracing shapes on the back of his hand -

"They don't care about you."

Remus froze, blood running cold at the harsh voice. Even after all these years, his father could still suck all the air out of a room.

He looked back up. His friends had disappeared, replaced by his father's looming figure.

"Look at you. You ended up just like I said you would. Alone."

"Da that's -"

"I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses."

"Ex -" Remus choked down his tears, refusing to appear weak in front of him. "This wasn't my fault."

Lyall laughed. A mean, bitter laugh. "You don't really believe that though, do you boy. Those aren't even your words!"

He was right. Of course he was right.

Remus' self-hatred ran deep, supplied by a never-ending well that had been hollowed out in his early life. He found that he would seek out punishment in a way to repent - getting in fights over summer, developing unhealthy drinking habits, even volunteering to immerse himself in the werewolf pack at the height of the war.

During fifth year at the apex of his academic stress he had allowed Sirius to practice his stick and poke on his body. The repetitive sharp pain had been soothing, and a small possessive part of him liked the fact that he wore Sirius' art - something that none of the endless stream of girlfriends would ever have. They had made it more bearable to look at his scarred body, seeing evidence of love instead of reasons for shame.

Of course, even that had been robbed from him. The tattoos instead represented his failure - permenantly marked by the man who had taken his life from him.

"Look at me, boy."

Remus' head moved as if he had been slapped, connecting his eyes to his father's.

"Your friends are dead because of you."

He swallowed heavily, hands curling into fists under the blanket, pulling the fabric impossibly closer to his body.

"You dated that deviant and allowed him to blind you from his true intentions. You might as well have delivered them to the Dark Lord yourself."

Remus' mouth opened, but failed to produce any noise.

The thing was, his father was right. He had been warning him all these years to avoid attachment. Remus was cursed, bringing nothing but pain to those around him.

"They died knowing that you had let them down."

He blinked back tears as James, Lily and Peter reappeared behind his father, faces expressionless.

"We thought we were safe." James spat. "We trusted you."

Lily's voice was uncharacteristically cold, "I was in front of Harry - he saw death before he ever understood joy."

"He didn't just kill me... he blew me up." Peter lifted his hand, showing that one finger was missing, "They couldn't even find my body."

Tears finally began to fall as they all began walking towards him, a cacophony of insults and blame being thrown at him in cold and uncaring voices.

" - couldn't save Marlene -"

" - just a monster -"

" - father was right about you -"

" - Dorcas died for you -"

" - disappointment."

A strong gust of icy wind ripped through the shack, Remus wincing at the intensity of it. When he reopened his eyes, he was alone.

His sobs rattled through his entire body, hunching in on himself as his nails dug into the tattoo on his forearm.

For the first time in his life, he wished for the glow of the full moon.

[enbysiriusblack]

I keep posting non marauder content and I apologise (no i dont, you just have to deal with it)

BUT HERE GO, THE CONTENT YOU ACTUALLY WANT FROM ME (probably)

A lil Jily story of angst and fluff kind of:

(its not lil,, its pretty darn long)

tw. brief physical violence and stalking

Lily hated the summer holidays. Her sister always complaining about her return, her parents struggle with keeping Petunia calm while still spending time with Lily, and Severus' change of character once they were back in the muggle town.

But this summer, she had more to worry about. Severus still hadn't left her alone after their fall out. He had started waiting for her in the library, following her in between classes, and and watching her hanging out with her friends at Hogsmeade.

And now without her friends and the separate common rooms in the way, it would be even harder to avoid him and she was worried for her own safety.

So as she stepped off the train, said goodbye to her friends and walked towards her family. She was miserable.

And as the days of summer ticked by, Lily had locked herself in her bedroom. Not wanting to go downstairs in order to avoid the endless arguments and shouting of Petunia, and not wanting to go outside to avoid Severus stalking her and pleading with her to forgive him.

But after a few weeks, her parents urged her to get some sunlight and got her to go to the shop round the corner to grab a few things.

Carrying 2 bags, filled with milk, bread, toilet roll, laundry detergent, the daily newspaper, and a litre bottle of fanta; Lily left the shop. Only to spot Severus a few feet away, and hurriedly following her.

She started walking faster towards her house, but only a few metres a way from home, a hand sharply attached itself to her shoulder.

"Lily!! I'm trying to talk to you!!" He yelled.

Lily shook her shoulder, flinging his hand off it and back to his person.

"I've told you a million times!! Leave me alone!!" She yelled back.

"But I'm in love with you" he said, stepping forwards and about to touch her cheek.

She took a step back and scoffed, "you can't love someone while hating who they are"

"It's not your fault who you're born as, it doesn't matter to me. It's like a curse being put on you, but you can still overcome it. The dark Lord himself is a half blood like me! But we know we're better than that, we just have to overcome that set back." He replied, stepping closer and closer to Lily.

A loud crack sounded and blood ran down Snape's nose. He lifted a hand to his face and felt the blood pouring out. Her grocery bags fell to the floor.

"Being muggleborn is not a setback to overcome. Don't ever come near me again" she replied, before picking up her bags and heading back to her house without looking back once more.

.

The next morning, she looked out her window to see Snape standing outside, holding a bouquet of lilies.

She shut her blinds and hid in her room. As the days ticked by, she never left the house and Snape stood there hour after hour, bringing different assortments of gifts to compensate his inability to actually care about her.

She decided she had to leave for the rest of the holiday. But Mary was visiting family outside the country, Marlene and Dorcas were in Italy together to celebrate their anniversary. Then she remembered Remus was at home.

She owled Remus straight away and got a reply from him fairly quickly, accepting her request of staying at his till the holidays had ended.

So the next morning she packed her things, said goodbye to her mum, and drove with her dad to the train station around 7 am, before Snape arrived at the house.

It was a long, confusing train journey to Wales. But once she got there after hours on different trains, she spotted Remus and his mum sitting outside one of the station cafes.

Remus looked up as she walked towards them, and he moved over a piece of chocolate cake and his cup of tea to make more room for her on the small metal table.

Lily grabbed a seat from an empty table nearby and sat it down. Hope passed a menu over to Lily and she ordered a cup of tea and a a hot sausage roll. The three of them ate and drank before getting to Hope's yellow volkswagen van to get back to the Lupin cottage.

Once they got to the cottage, Hope showed Lily around the house and brought her stuff to Remus' bedroom.

"We don't have any spare rooms I'm afraid so I hope you don't mind sharing with Remus?" Hope asked her.

"No it's fine thank you" she replied.

"Alright, oh also I need to get some more herbs and plants for my stocks so I was going to go foraging tomorrow, would you two like to join me?"

Remus looked towards Lily to see her thoughts, she nodded at him in acceptance.

"Yeah we would" Remus said.

Hope lifted her hand to affectionately stroke Remus' curls before leaving the room.

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The next day the Lupin's and Lily set out to the forest, Lyall deciding to join them as it was his day off work. All four were carrying small handmade baskets, Lyalls was full of picnic food for lunchtime, while the other's were empty for foraging.

Remus and Lily went ahead in a different direction, agreeing to meet up at the usual spot at lunch time.

As Remus and Lily went through the woods, Remus sometimes picking up certain plants and flowers and putting them in his basket, while Lily (not knowing much about foraging or what Hope needed) only picked flowers she liked and had decided to make a nice bouquet for Hope with them.

The two chatted as they walked, talking about what topics they're studying in their classes next year, about Snape, about their what they had been up to for the last few weeks.

Once they got back to the house, Remus started writing a letter to James and Sirius, who had run away to James' a few weeks ago. While Lily and Hope were downstairs talking, after Lily had given her the bouquet.

Around an hour later, all four were sitting on the lounge for dinner, the bouquet was placed on the middle of the wooden table as a centre piece inside a tall mug with a picture of Phil Bennett on.

After dinner, Lily and Remus went out. There wasn't much to do in the small village in the evening so they ended up in the middle of someone's field. The two sat on the hill for a few hours, stargazing and mindlessly talking about whatever came to mind.

The days went by, with Lily staying at Remus' place. The duo found themselves spending most of their time in a small bookshop cafe and walking through the woods, Remus smoking his weed and Lily sometimes Lily would take a hit but she wasn't as fond of it as Remus was.

With only a week and a half till school started again, Remus and Lily planned to go to hogsmeade together tomorrow.

But midday, two figures appeared walking towards the Lupin cottage just as Remus and Lily got back from their walk in the woods.

As the got closer to the two, they saw it was James and Sirius.

Remus dropped his joint to the floor and ran to the two standing by the door to his home.

He wrapped his arms around Sirius, but felt them freeze up at the touch. So Remus moved to stop the hug, but at that withdrawal, Sirius wrapped his own arms around Remus tightly with no sign of letting go.

The two stood there for a few minutes, wrapped in an embrace while Lily and James stood awkwardly nearby them.

"... hi" James said, waving at Lily, but since they were near each other, Lily had to move backwards to avoid getting hit by his hand.

James quickly withdrew his hand, and stepped back. He looked down at his hand for a few seconds, before bringing it up again and saluting Lily.

As he was half way through saluting her, he realised what he was doing and quickly brought it straight down to his side, and froze at Lily with unblinking eyes like a deer stuck in headlights.

She started laughing, affectively ending the hug between Remus and Sirius, who turned to look between Lily and James.

At that moment, Hope came inside, calling Lily for something and waved in greeting to James and Sirius.

After Lily had walked into the house, James grinned widely.

"She laughed at me!! She thinks I'm funny!"

"She was laughing AT you, cause she thinks you're a wanker" Remus corrected.

Sirius grinned slightly at the retort and grabbed Remus' hand.

Remus looked to Sirius and James realised Sirius would talk to Remus and Remus could help Sirius, even just slightly.

"I'll go see if Hope needs some more help" James said before turning to the cottage and giving Remus and Sirius some time alone.

Inside the cottage, James and Lily were setting up cutlery around the table and helping Hope with the dinner.

James noticed the flowers in the mug, "wow, these look really nice Hope, my mum keeps trying to make some nice flower arrangements for around the house but she's not very good at it. I made this red and gold one, go gryffindor!! for her birthday a few weeks ago but it was no where near as good as this one!!"

Hope came out of the kitchen carrying a saucepan of curry.

"Oh no honey, I didn't make that, that was all thanks to Lily" she said coming round the table and softly touching Lily's arm in gratitude.

"Oh" James said, freezing again as he stared back at Lily. "Its.. um.. its really good.. I like the uhh,, its good."

Lily raised an eyebrow at him, "thank you?"

James nodded, and tapped the table, trying to think of something else to say.

His eyes glanced over the the window, spotting Remus and Sirius sitting on the edge of the woods on a small bench, still talking and holding each others hand.

"I should probably go get them for dinner" he said, about to get out of his seat.

Hope waved her hand absentmindedly, "oh leave them its fine, the lovebirds can eat later"

A few minutes later, Lyall came back from work and sat at the table with them.

The four ate in fairly comfortable silence, sometimes having small conversations.

.

The next day they went to Hogsmeade.

Sirius waringly looking out for any of their family members as they walked around doing their shopping. Remus stood by xyr side the whole time, with James and Lily awkwardly leading the group together.

Peter found them a few hours later, he was shopping with zir mum but stayed with his friends for a while.

In Flourish and Blotts, Sirius and Remus seemed to have disappeared together in a fiction section, bonding over their mutual love of books packed with monsters and adventures and swordsmen.

Lily gazed at books on the shelf closest to her, sometimes bringing one up to her eye line and reading the blurb before putting it back on the shelf again.

James stood there with Peter, who he was very glad of, Peter acting as a distraction of the awkward silence between Lily and James.

So as Peter rambled about how he's so glad ze doesn't have to do potions anymore, James took his mind of trying to impress Lily and put his focus on listening to Peter.

However in the next moment, Peter made a very tactical decision of engaging Lily into the conversation.

"So Lily, I'm guessing you're still taking Potions this year?" Peter asked.

Lily turned around, one hand still lightly touching one of the books on the shelf.

"Yeah, but it sucks that none of my friends are taking it. I tried to get Remus to change his mind and take it for weeks.. and then he blew up half the kitchen trying to make pasta sauce and realised my efforts were futile."

James laughed, "thats Remus, alright"

Lily looked over at him, contemplating. Before nodding her head and smiling slightly as she turned back to the bookshelf.

After around five minutes, Peter chiped up.

"Oh!! James is taking Potions still aren't you? You said you're dad really wanted you to get a Potion Newt. You two can hang out in class"

James sent Peter a 'what the hell' glare before Lily nodded again and clearly said the words,

"I guess we could, its better than the chance of getting stuck with Sev- Snape for the rest of the year... are you any good?"

James froze, "um.. yeah, yeah.. well no, not really to be honest"

Lily smiled again, "thats fine, I'm hood enough for the both of us"

She took a book off the shelf and kept it in her arms for the first time. And then walked back to James and Peter.

"If I'm helping you in Potions though, you've gotta help me with transfiguration."

She lifted up the book in her arms to show the cover, the transfiguration book they needed this year.

"I skimmed this a little, and it barely made any sense at all."

James lifted a hand to his hair, ruffling it up on a nervous habit.

"Minnie gave me a group of younger years to tutor last year, maybe you could come to those? .. not that I think you're as dumb as first and second years, far from it, you're one of the smartest people I know. But I just mean that a lot of our topics this year our ones that we did in first and second year but with more context and more advanced. So I thought that if you revised the basics then the more advanced parts would make more sense to you.. if you wanted?"

"Yeah that sounds great" she said, before moving to another bookshelf and flicking through it.

The rest of the day, the two of them talked and talked. And back at Remus' cottage Lily walked up to him before he had to leave with Sirius.

"Today was fun, friends?" She asked.

James nodded, "friends"

As him and Sirius left, Sirius hit his shoulder.

"What were you and Lily talking about? Declaring your undying love for her?"

James shook his head, "We're just friends, I need to just... move on i guess, friends is as best as it'll get. And its enough for me."

[woundjob]

Do you have particular ideas on what happened after Remus killed Peter? Like how Sirius would've been acquitted? Also, is this an AU where Sirius told Remus about the Secret Keeper switch before the Potters died? I love your comic so much, so happy to see it posted! <33 Ily bestie

honestly i imagined them being on the run for a while but i couldnt include that since the comic was getting so fuckin long lol. there was going to be a page between ten and eleven with them dodging cops and making the cottage a safehouse and stuff until they could prove peter’s guilt but i was like. its so long.... and i dont have the energy to copy this fuckin house again...

anyway! i think sirius didn’t tell remus in this au, but remus knew something had changed based on sirius’s demeanor and just HAPPENED to be with sirius when he found them. like, sheer dumb luck. and because pete wasnt expecting remus to know what was going on, he was able to get him without much work.

afterward, after they’ve secured the cottage as a safehouse and are figuring out how to prove pete was the traitor, they definitely sit down and be like. ok. no secrets. we tell eachother everything from now on. xoxo toxic doggie husbands

honestly they probably just get a really good lawyer and some hot n sexy veratiserum pensieve combo. i know thats an easy answer but i really hadnt given it that much thought other than “haha funny remus do a murder” sfgdjnasflkdg

[alkali-is-sleeping]

The Dog Star 2

[cw: some shouting, anger, could be triggering for some]

<previous chapter>

If my little brother — a Death Eater who made Walburga, our mother very proud — had not gotten himself killed at the hands of the Dark Lord, I most likely would not have inherited my family’s home. Twelve Grimmauld Place loomed below us. The House of Black had never been welcoming, but I needed to make this Hari's home; its needed to welcome him.

I revved again as we made our descent, careful to make sure that Hari was still safe as we landed.

But there was a shadowy figure at the door. I wrapped Hari with my jacket, separating his sleepy head from what may lay ahead, panicking at the thought that he may be taken from me, or worse...

I neared cautiously, I daren’t say fearfully, my life had overflown with it for too long and I needed my courage more than ever now. The closer I got, the more I became certain that this was someone I knew, but the pressing fog in my head made it impossible for me to say who until —

Fearful amber eyes turned to me, lowered on the slowish breathing lump in my jacket and glistened under the light of the street lamps and the stars — I was named after the brightest one — and the no longer full moon.

Remus teared up more and more the closer I drew. He reached his hand out, once I was near enough, as if to touch Hari, but retracted it just as quickly, thinking better if it.

I did not want to let go of the baby. He was a lifeline then, keeping my head over water, stopping me from drowning in the grief and the mess and the truth and —

Remus had always been the best at gauging my emotion, my confusion radiating to him perhaps, permeating his ever calm demeanor, telling him that my hands and this baby were, at least for now, surgically attached. He tapped his wand to the door causing it to clunk painfully through the soundless night, and pushed it for us all to get in.

He lit the fire in the drawing room, all the candles and lamps and eventually took to standing in a far corner of the room staring at sleeping Hari, occasionally wiping his eyes with his tatty jumper sleeve.

“W-why didn’t you tell me you weren’t the Secret Keeper?” I started at the sound; it was the first voice I’d heard all night aside from Hari’s cooing and babbling.

I lifted my eyes to Remus’s; red and bloodshot, just like mine probably.

“Forgive me... we didn’t think we could trust you... Voldemort had so much he could have offered you in exchange for...” I gulped. The mistake I had made, it cost my best friend and his wife their lives and I could hardly bring my self to telling Remus.

“I went to Peter’s hiding place,” I continued, “I was supposed to check if he was still ok, but he was gone. No struggle, nothing to suggest he left against his will even... it was my idea to make him Secret Keeper...” I whispered the last bit, tears rolling down my own cheeks, landing on Hari’s little blanket.

Remus hurried next to me, wrapping his arms around me and the baby, his tears mingling with mine.

“No one blames you,Sirius. Peter, well he...”

“Talentless rat,” my voice filled with anger suddenly, burning and smoking just like the Potters’ cottage... “Must have been his proudest moment, selling out his friends and their baby son...” I sobbed drily. “Lily was pregnant again... she and James told me last week, while you were recovering from the moon. They were going to tell you, once you were better and... and...” I trailed off. I didn’t want to stop talking, not when there we’re still so many truths wanting to get out, squirming and rioting in my stomach. I wanted to let them all out, to talk and talk until this was all a distant memory. But Remus’s eyes. His eyes were wide and they had stopped leaking. They were staring at me and for a second — perhaps it was my own paranoid mind, perhaps I imagined the contempt — he did blame me.

I think he was going to say something else before the fire had glowered iridescent green. We both took out our wands and and stood abruptly, Remus in front of me, me covering Hari. Ready for the worst.

A purple wizard’s hat, followed by a great mass of flowing silver-white hair which hid a benevolent old face and then the rest of the purple clad body. Dumbledore.

"I thought I might find you all here." His voice, a seemingly perpetual tone of casual amusement, irked me. My best friends were dead and he had the nerve to stand in my house and tell me, matter-of-factly, he knew he'd find me here? "I'd asked Hagrid earlier tonight to bring young Hari to me," he said, sitting, uninvited, on the nearest armchair. I was shooting daggers at him, but he seemed not to care, looking only between Remus and the baby I held. "But by the time he got there, the baby was gone, taken, the locals told him, by a man in a leather jacket and a flying motorbike... I knew, instantly of course, that his godfather must have taken him to safety."

I shifted my feet uncomfortably and redistributed Hari's weight in my arms. Why was Dumbledore here? What did he want?

I looked at Remus, who was in turn looking at Dumbledore, who was finally looking at me.

"I'm not sorry," i said, chin lifted in the airin defiance, daring him to make me apologise for having gone against his will.

"No one is asking you to be bu--"

"And I am not giving him to you."

My interuption was punished by silence, broken only by a dry cough from Remus. Dumbledore's eyes, bright moonstone, penetrating to the depths of my soul...

"Sirius, from what I gather, as Hari's guardian, you wannt what is best for him. However, you do not seem to have the full measure of things," Dumbledor was now making a dome with his hands, leaning forward on his seat. "I have good reason to believe thathis mother's sacrifice, Lily'sbloodshed for her son, has formed an unpenetrable protection on Hari. This is little understood magic, magic which is the sole reason Hari got away from Voldemort's attack with only a scar."

It was his turn to shoot me daggers; he most likely didnt mean it, but his gaze made me want to run and run. I didn't want to hear about what really happened, I'd seen enough, endured enought, I did not want anymore.

But he did not care, he kept talking, telling me everything, feeding me more and more dark, worm like truths.

"This is why i believe Hari needs to live with his aunt and uncle, blood relations of Lily's." I stared.

"WHAT?!" I bellowed, unable to control the sudden influx of anger bubbling over the surface. Hari woke at the sound, fussing and sqirming. remus made to take him from my grip, but I pushed him away, making him nearly-stumble back,eyes wide.

I rocked the baby slowly, allowing him to ease back to sleep.

Instead, I took to a menacing whisper; "You mean to send him to live with Muggles? People who dont even know him? Did you know Lily never wanted him to meet Petunia and..." I struggled for a name, "Whats-his-face? You want to send him to a place where, perhaps for most of his life, he won't know who he is or where he came from? A-and can't ypu imagine what that'd do to him? That no one will have bothered to tell him about his parents?" I panted as if I had shouted; I said all of that in one angry breath.

"I suppose I'm an easier book to read than I imagined." He was wiping his glasses with the hem of his amethyst robes and, my, did I want to throw stones at him just then, to watch him and his stupid, calm face, shatter into a million pieces, leaving only his delicate, half-moon glasses.

"I'm his godfather. I was the one James and Lily appointed as his guardian if they..." I couldn't say it. Maybe tomorrow could wake up, take some Fire Whiskey down to drink with James as we laugh loudly, like we did in schoool, before the war, laugh about the pathetic dream I'm having...

"Isn't... isn't there some magic in that?" I pleaded, finally defeated perhaps. Dumbledore paced the room twice round, Remus' eyes on him the whole time while i closed mine and imagined James grin, full of laughter and love and... life.

"Perhaps... But more than anything, I think I am to trust the Potters' judgement and their own trust in you, for now. I will decide if this is really a good choice after I have gathered enough information. Until then, you are not to leave this house under any circumstances. Not until I have good reason to believe he will be magically protected from teh Death Eaters out to avenge their fallen Master. And, I am also to understand, given that you are both here, that Peter Pettigrew was the spy the Order had so many whispers about, correct? You are not to search for him either, as I am sure you might be tempted to."

Remus and I just nodded deftly. I could not have cared less about this sentence at Grimmauld Place, though the fleeting urge to go after Peter, to throttle him and rip him limb from limb, did possess me for seconds. But Hari was just so much more important to me, and every second with him was precious, like little glittering pearls gathering in my hands.

"That concludes my bussiness here, and my welcome has been long over stayed, so I shall leave you to it." He Dissaparated.

The next moments all blurred into one,and i cannot say how, by sunrise; the pale greenish orange promisisng a cold, summer's morning, we found ourselves laying in the guest bed, Hari between us, still fast asleep. The both of us staring into space, our pillows damp and salty.

Despite the growing sunlight, Sleep's teder fingers caught up to me...

[A/N: gods this one was long, im sorry it took so long to post, ill try to be faster with chapter 3 (which mind you is longer still than this). i hope dumbledore moral ambiguity shows, dont worry if it doesnt, it really will further on. hope you enjoy and thanx for reading!!]

[ravenclaw-reblogs]

Why does everyone trust Dumbledore?

okay so hear me out

i dont understand everyone's blind faith in Albus Dumbledore

like whenever Hogwarts students are in their yearly mortal peril they reassure themselves with the thought of Albus

the golden trio are regularly heard going "I'm sure Dumbledore has a plan" or "Dumbledore will know what to do".

why do you view your headteacher as the messiah when you barely even see him since he doesnt teach?

I understand that Dumbledore was renowned for his achievements like the 12 uses of dragons blood and his defeat of Grindelwald but like...

I wouldnt trust some random guy I dont ACTUALLY know with my life, love and happiness no matter how many cool things he's done.

which brings me to the Order

even from the first time I read the books aged 11 I found everyones blind faith and trust in Dumbledore weird.

like all these cool powerful Order members are allowing Dumbledore to break up their lives sending them here there and everywhere on Order mission.

I'm thinking of the Marauders now. particularly my beloved Wolfstar.

Sirius is unlikely to ever have spoken to Dumbeldore in his life. he wasnt a prefect, he wasnt in mortal peril every June, maybe he was in trouble for a park now and again but he has no reason to be loyal to him. particularly with how wrong the adults in his life did him growing up.

Remus is the only one I can see having any sort of allegiance to Dumbledore, given he allowed him to attend Hogwarts, so I can see him following Dumbledore blindly, but I cant see him allowing himself to be pulled away from the only people who have ever loved and accepted him (the Marauders) to spend months at a time with the man who gave him his condition, just because Dumbledore says so.

James and Lily may have met with Dumbledore once or twice, as Head Boy and a prankster and as Head Girl and a Prefect respectively, absolutely not enough time to form a connection they'd risk their lives to respect.

this is an issue I have with JKR's writing of James and Lily's story. we know Dumbledore visited their cottage and casted the Fidelus Charm. but why?!

at what point did they get so personally close to him that hes popping round for tea?! certainly not in school, and I just cannot see any person becoming so loyal to a figure of authority after he approaches them to ask them to fight in a war. I know I wouldnt put that much faith in some old man.

why does JKR just assume everyone will go to the ends of the Earth for this famous elderly man. yes his accomplishments are great, but is it part of human nature to throw everything away to follow him like hes a god?

in the second war everyone can be heard placing their faith in Albus Dumbledore, from the Weasleys to the Golden Trio. that isnt realistic to me. they know OF him, they dont KNOW him. hes like a celebrity they met once or twice.

in conclusion, it really isnt realistic to me for so many people to blindly follow Albus Dumbelodre and risk everything to obey his orders. I just dont think that is human nature.

this is just my opinion, but I really would love to hear what everyone else thinks!

I really hope this didnt come across petulant and biased becuase of my love of Wolfstar and the fact that Dumbledore's actions did them as a couple very VERY dirty (sending Re to the werewolves, letting Sirius rot in prison) but I genuinely thought this stuff since before I even knew Wolfstar was a ship. I'm really intrigued if anyone else shares this opinion...

[captain-aralias]

Hi, 1,7 and 22 from the fic asks please 💕💕💕

hooray! asks. these are some of the best ones too and it’s 11pm at night... basically, if you want to ask these questions again at the weekend, i will probably answer them better.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

fake relationship, possibly outside of the main ship (that penny/baz prompt today has my name on it. i almost wrote this exact fake relationship into ‘keep calm’ to get the two of them to the cottage, but i removed it because i JUST NEEDED TO GET TO THE PLOT). 

in ‘carry on’, my comfort zone is - something about vampires and how sad baz feels about being a vampire, it’ll be about 10k, and will alternate between only the two main characters. at some point someone will point out that baz is rich and maybe he should feel bad about that too. maybe our heroes will have sex. 

i’ve said before that i find writing smut hard. i also find it easy, despite that being a contradiction, because you know what the fic is about - it gives it an easy, safe arc, a beginning and an end. so that is helpful - the problem is having to write the actual shagging. 

17. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i’m not a great prose stylist - i’m a writer of dialogue/i always wanted to be a playwright. i’m also pretty good at picking up an mimicking stylistic quirks. so you’ll see what i mean when i say, ‘carry on’ really plays to my strengths. 

a few years earlier, i had a great time writing first-person fics in ‘blake’s 7′ fandom where there were basically none. it seemed incredibly frightening before i started (and i still never wrote blake first person, too scary), but actually i loved it. 

if you like the things i write for baz, now, a lot of it is probably because i wrote this kind of thing for avon first:  

I realised belatedly that Blake had asked this because the hand I'd left on the back of the sofa hadn't stayed where I'd left it. It had crept upwards, and twisted itself into Blake's hair. I must have been toying with his curls. He was right – I must be very drunk. More than I realised. I have no idea how long my hand had been there. I began to draw it back, but Blake seemed to follow it, though I were tugging him towards me, rather than releasing him. By the time my hand had returned to my lap, Blake was most of the way onto my side of the sofa. I opened my mouth to protest, and found myself pushed back by Blake's body as he kissed me. Blake kissed me. Blake kissed me.

I have no idea why he thought this would be welcome, or even whether he’d thought that far ahead. Until that point I had no idea he was attracted to me, or even that he was attracted to men. I am not attracted to men, and I'm certainly not attracted to Blake. He— That is— Well, I can see why some people – some women – might be attracted to him, but it's an objective observation. I can see why women might be attracted to me, and I'm not attracted to myself. Most of the time I don't even like myself. Most of the time I don't like Blake. I certainly don't like him – it's nothing personal. No, it is personal – the regular dislike is, the dislike formed around the fact that a dangerous maniac who endangers my life on a constant basis – but my disinterest in him sexually is not personal. I'd just never thought of him in that light before. Why would I?

So I have no idea why I kissed him back, clutching at his hair with the hands I'd only just managed to remove from his curls earlier.

- Roj Blake and Other Phobias (2015)

a lot of what i wrote for avon is unreliable narrator but very VERY obviously unreliable, so the audience is very in on the joke that he’s kidding himself. for thousands of words. (in this, he is not like baz, who at least knows himself.) this was really good fun, and i think it’s fun to read. i think this kiss is quite sexy (i cut it before we got to that part, but it is) and i also like... even though it’s a cheap device... that i played on quite a famous line for this pairing - have you betrayed me? have you betrayed me? both obviously at the end of the first paragraph, but at other points throughout the bit i quoted where avon tries to clean up after himself even inside his own head by (here) emphasising different bits of the sentence. or correcting himself to make sure he is completely understood... 

and obviously he is completely lying.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. 

this is my favourite question from the meme. i don’t think i’ll do it justice. 

i thought i’d go really early - because all the Blake stuff is still pretty much as i would write it (if not better). 

this is one of the last Harry Potter fics i ever wrote: Enslaving Fireflies (2005). 

May the first, 1972. “I’m not having any fun,” Peter said for the fifth time, lunging dangerously at another firefly that hovered five feet about his head and almost falling to his death. “Go inside then,” Sirius pointed out mercilessly, as he had done every time Peter had suggested that standing on a roof in the early hours of the morning trying to catch glowing insects was not quite as thrilling as James had made it seem inside the common room an hour ago. Peter scowled in his general direction, but stayed where he was. Sirius smirked and Remus rolled his eyes: after almost a year he, at least, had learnt that it was unwise to let Sirius know he’d won, even if Sirius already suspected as much. There was five minutes of silence and then Peter spoke again. “How many of these things do we need to catch?” “A hundred and fifty,” James informed him for the third time. “Thirty for will, twenty-five for you, fifteen for go, twenty for out, thirty-five for with and fifteen for me and ten for a question mark.” Peter considered this. “And how many do we have?” Remus lifted up the large glass jar that they had ‘borrowed’ from the kitchen that morning and which now held the product of the last hour’s work. “Four,” he said, seriously, “and I think this one’s dead, so that’s three.” “Only another forty-nine hours to go,” James said happily waving his net enthusiastically in the general direction of some more fireflies, “which means, minus the time we have to be in lessons, we should just be in time for her birthday.” Remus put down the jar and set to work again. Another five minutes passed and then Peter said, “I’m really, really not having any fun.”

-- 

i dont know if everyone else also had this phase, but at this time (and i was in university by this time - first year, but still) i had this crazy perception about how paragraphing worked. informed, admittedly, by reading books where this does happen. 

anyway - the first thing i would do to this would be to put line breaks in between the dialogue. 

i chose potter because i thought it would be fun to edit it into first person, given the above/it’s connection with ‘Carry On’... i don’t know if that’s the case, though. er...

1st May 1972 REMUS

We’ve only been at Hogwarts a few months, but I’ve already learned a lot. Like what a bezor is. How to get to the Shrieking Shack without waking up any of my roommates. And that if James Potter says something will be ‘fun’, you should be prepared for both pain and suffering.

“I’m not having any fun,” Peter says for the fifth time as he lunges for another firefly. It’s not the first time that he’s said this and it probably won’t be the last. 

“Go inside then,” Sirius says (also not for the first time). 

When Peter doesn’t, Sirius grins me - because of course, he knew Peter wouldn’t leave. But another thing I’ve learned is not to tell Sirius he’s right, even though - of course - he already knows he is. The gloating can last for hours.

etc

[juniper-and-lamplight]

Recent Reads -- May 12, 2019

It turns out that I start to feel itchy if I don’t do a round-up of my various one-off recs every few months or so? Though there are some new recs on this list too (helloooo, Lix Storm). As usual, it’s a multifandom mix--DGHDA, Harry Potter, The Hour, and just a bit of Sherlock and The History Boys. Recs under the cut, so you don’t have to scroll unless you want to :)  Enjoy!

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency I'm So Queer I Can't Even Think Straight (But To Be Fair, You're Not Helping) - @dont-offend-the-bees - 2.2k, T, Dirk/Todd "'His mind was buzzing, his heart pounding, his lips tingling, even now five, ten, however many minutes later. But if nothing else, he’d got past the phase of the whole holy shit Dirk just kissed me thing going round and round in his head, stuck in there like a bad song. But holy shit Dirk just kissed him.' In which Todd shows his hand, and Dirk takes a leap." So funny and charming that I’m almost mad about it? The Comic happened, we all lost our minds, and Bees was there with fic on the SAME DAY.

A Thousand Butterflies Can't Be Wrong, (But I Think I Might Be.) - electricteatime | @kieren-fucking-walker - 6.2k, G, Dirk/Todd "It’s a lot, he knows it’s a lot, and he almost wishes he’d stopped to think about his answer before just blurting his feelings all over the place. But then he supposes he’s always been a little like that, and it hardly makes sense to change that now. If Todd feels the same he already knows what he’s signing up for. If. For two small letters, it really is a big word." OF COURSE post-s2 Dirk thinks that Todd and Farah will be together and leave him, because historically, that's how things go for him...bless his heart and his inability to cope with Todd's eyebrows.

Leave What's Heavy Behind - electricteatime - 5k, G, Dirk/Todd "A semi-poetic semi-character study of one Todd Brotzman, the lies he tells himself, and the truths Dirk Gently knows." So beautifully, painfully REAL?!? I may never stop having feelings about this fic.

song for the heartsick (better days are near) - embraidery - WIP, T, Bart & Suzie Boreton "Suzie Boreton, rescued from death at the hands of the Mage's goons by the dirtiest woman she's ever seen in her life, faces a question: would she like to go on a road trip with her savior? No, Suzie thinks, but when she opens her mouth, Yes comes out. And so begins the weirdest road trip ever." This is such a fascinating premise, I can't wait to see where it goes.

To sleep, perchance to dream - @flightinflame - 2.4k, G, Mona & friends "Mona is sick, and loses control of her abilities. She tries to hide it, but it becomes too much to ignore." This is? So soft?! And also quirky, and playful, and just plain heartwarming.

the intricacies of triangulation - reptilianraven | @actualbird - WIP, T, Farah/Dirk/Todd "'Todd. Us. Us and Todd. We need a plan for this,' Farah says. Or the one where Dirk and Farah get together (they’re surprised about it as well) and try their best to get Todd to date the both of them in the most roundabout ways possible." In just one chapter this fic had me HOWLING with laughter.

or make a home - reptilianraven - 6.6k, T, Dirk/Todd "Or Todd’s adventures in dating Dirk Gently, the mundanities of which unsurprisingly turning out to not be very mundane at all (featuring, among other things: intergalactic wormholes, regular periods of lying down on the floor, and several annoying habits that concern toothpaste and toothbrushes.)" With a combination of absurd humor and honest emotion, this fic absolutely nails the joys (and annoyances) of loving/supporting/living with another person.

put that baby back where it came from, or so help me - reptilianraven - 7.6k, T, Dirk/Todd "A case drops a telekinetic baby into the agency’s care and Dirk feels...overwhelmed whenever he sees Todd competently, wonderfully, lovingly taking care of a child." Tropey and ridiculous, but in the BEST WAY. My favorite line in this fic is ALL of them.

Though Your Breath Racks Your Ribs and You Throb with Pain; There's a Juice on My Lips for Each Purple Stain - @sexycoinkidicks - 7.4k, E, Dirk/Todd "In which Dirk shows Todd where it hurts. Angsty emotional smut, based loosely on a scene from the play Kiss of the Spider Woman (VERY loosely- no prior knowledge needed!)" Claustrophobic sadness and Extreme Emotional Intensity, with a slight edge of hope.

An Interlude; or, Compulsory Heterosexuality Made Me Do It - @teacupsandcyanide & @gallantrejoinder, - 1.6k, G, Farah & Todd "Farah and Todd did, in fact, make out while on the run. They also both realised some very important things about themselves. But not the things you might expect." Todd and Farah are glorious disasters, and I love them <3 This fic made me giggle from start to finish.

The Situation - teacupsandcyanide - 8.5k, M, Dirk/Todd "Todd raises his eyebrows at him. 'You gotta admit. We would get into this … situation.' 'What, the situation where we flee from the weekly hired goons into a badly aging knock-off of the Ritz, get shut in an empty room with no escape, and find ourselves compelled to make loud, gratuitous sex noises in order to put the aforementioned lackeys off the scent?'" In which Dirk and Todd have wildly different interpretations of Dirk's "coming out," and the only thing preventing them from getting together was their inability to have an honest damn conversation. Sensual and full of Big Emotions, as is only fitting for these two.

The Butterfly Effect (Love Is Love Is Love Is Love) - teacupsandcyanide - 7.2k, T, Dirk/Todd "Dirk kisses his best friend on their balcony in front of the Pride Parade. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Things escalate wildly into identity issues, old hang-ups, anguished declarations of love, and inopportune sabotage of the situation by their tiny bastard cat." This fic left me an incoherent, keysmashing mess. I might have actually clutched at my own heart after reading it.

Harry Potter Midday, Midnight - @aryastark-valarmorghulis - 8.5k, T, Remus/Sirius "During the summer of 1976, between fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts (and after The Prank), Remus goes outside the Lupin's cottage and he finds a big, black dog in his garden..." The character voice in this fic is so authentically teenager-y; Remus is so deep in his own head. I also enjoyed all of the sensory details, which create such a vivid image of the Lupin home, and the feel of a summer's day (and night).

Aural Gratification - birdsofshore - 10.9k, E, Harry/Draco "Harry's not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It's not his fault that the narrator's voice is so smooth, so expressive... and really rather hot." I know I’m waaaaay late to the party on this one (as I often am with Drarry fics), but worth it. As a person who listens to audiobooks for both fun and profit, I could not resist it :)

Letting Go - LuminousGloom - 6.1k, E, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Kingsley, Remus/OMC "A number of lusty, intimate encounters. Although for Remus, it's really only ever been about one person. And it's never quite right, until it's right." I love that each of Remus’ encounters is not only distinct and sexy, but also that each highlights different facets of him: forthright, secretive, curious, ashamed, conflicted, joyful, soft, rough, broken, and (eventually) unbroken.

like tea and knitwear - @songofwizardry - 2.4k, G, Remus/Sirius "There are probably easier and faster ways of showing one's affection than learning how to knit so one can make the object of said affections a jumper. Fortunately, Sirius has never been fond of picking the easy route." As soft and warm as a hand-knit jumper, but with just enough snarky humor that it still feels Marauders-y.

Sky Full of Song - @writcraft, read by semperfiona - 2k, 13min, T, Harry/Draco "Draco turns up at Harry's birthday party unexpectedly and Harry takes a leap of faith."  A wonderful blend of angst and humor and realistically messy emotions.

The History Boys Don't you know you're life itself? - Philipa_Moss - 5.5k, M, Scripps/Posner “Dakin thinks you’ll get bored of me,” Posner says, out of the blue, and Scripps says, automatic and habitual, “He doesn’t.” This fic feels so perfectly lived-in--all of the relationships (partnerships, friendships, whatever) are well-worn, complex, and shaped by choices in a way that rings true to life, and to the characters.

The Hour (Guess who watched all of The Hour this winter and was left wishing that there was another series entirely about Lix Storm?)

The Small Hours - deathorthetoypiano - 1k, T, Lix/Bel "Lix stayed at Freddie's funeral, despite her instincts - and old habits - telling her to leave. She stayed for Bel, because she might need rescuing or a shoulder to cry on, someone to make sure she was alright, or at least as alright as she could be, given the situation." A quiet, bittersweet coda.

My thought is not changeable - @lbmisscharlie - 1.5k, E, Lix/Bel "Freddie will return – sometime – he must – and Bel is never aimless when Freddie’s around, not like she is now, eyes intent on Lix’s mouth and one stockinged foot rubbing uncertainly against her calf and their smallest fingers just touching where their palms are braced on the floor." Sharp poignancy and tons of sensory--a perfect stolen moment.

Light gathered in you - lbmisscharlie - 1.4k, E, Lix/Bel "Bel looks at her, sidelong. Her lashes are long, mascaraed dark, and her mouth coral pink. “I did wonder,” she says. “If you were – a Sapphist.” She says the archaic word so delicately that Lix has to laugh, which makes Bel pink up and drop her gaze. “I’m – not fussy,” Lix says. She shifts her weight just so, her forearm brushing Bel’s elbow. Bel doesn’t look up, but takes a breath, lifts her glass to her mouth, and swallows her wine down." Everything about this--tone, dialogue, dynamics--feels spot-on.

The Most Marvellous Place to Get Lost - peninsulam - 8.5k, E, Lix/Bel "It is late spring in Tangier, and Bel feels as far from home as she has been in her life." Gorgeous, poignant, evocative. You know, just generally breathtaking.

Immoral Support - @thisbluespirit - 420 words, T, Lix/Bel "Bel winds up where she always does after a bad day; in the safest place she knows..." This is lovely, and manages to nail their dynamic in fewer than 500 words.

I'd like to explore you - rainbowsuomi - 604 words, unrated, Lix & Bel "Lix’s mind is already somewhere else when Bel tells her to think about it and exits the office, picturing herself in front of the camera, describing bars where girls had their hair cropped and styled with grease, smoking cigars and slipping their hands, elegant, long and white, under flowing, frilly skirts, caressing stockings and corrupting young ladies." A beautifully characterized slice of life (and Lix’s history).

Sherlock Roads, Not Shrouds - verdant_fire | @viridiandecisions - 3.4k, T, John/Sherlock "He's perfectly happy to live out the rest of his life in monastic devotion, feeding John and loving John and provoking John just enough to distract him from what Sherlock did to their kitchen table." Lovely and lyrical and heartfelt (without getting treacly).

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[tenderpotter]

Top six post war Ginny Weasley headcanons (imagine if she plays Quidditch for England, chooses not to marry and have children and becomes a cool aunt to her friends kids, travels around the world supporting revolutionary movements and donating money, graces wizard magazines because let's face it, this girl is GORGEOUS)

so i talked w cindy abt this bc all my headcanons are actually cindy’s headcanons bc she’s always right & anyway we both decided that ginny is a pretty straightforward character (this also being the only straight thing abt her) and what we see is what we get so there’s like,, no fun in making up headcanons abt her really..... like, she plays quidditch, she travels, she doesn’t settle down, she’s btfl and full of energy..... yeah

anyway my girl still talked abt ginny so im just gonna copy-paste u her texts but yeah, there’s basically no Top Six

right after the war the burrow is piled up with people bc harry is Officially Homeless lmao, and hermione is doing that thing where she just stays and like, doesnt leave, and everyone's grief is suffocating so ginny leaves the house and goes across the hill to visit luna, who is still rattled from being locked in a dungeon for several months (they gossip about dean and draco and about peter pettigrew wildly enough bc ginny loved sirius and luna has some observations about peter that rly makes them Think abt what went down btwn the marauders, new perspective etc). anyway so ginny gets out of the house by making sure luna is okay and visiting bill at the cottage bc its quiet there and bill's grief over fred is more tolerable than her entire fucking family's all at once in the burrow.

its like, she's doesnt do much because its summer and like, there's no villain anymore and mcgonagall and kingsley are running around trying 2 repair everything voldemort broke and ginny is wondering if the school is even going to be open in fall for school considering everything thats happened and the fact that its half destroyed and wildly understaffed now

she goes and helps clean up hogwarts because thats what everyone else is doing and she needs to keep occupied instead of staying at home alone with her mom while she cries. so ginny spends the summer after the downfall of the dark lord helping clean up hogwarts, talking to bill and luna, avoiding her mom, and raising her eyebrows at harry across the dinner table bc its really unclear how harry is handling everything lmao.

when its late august and school is around the corner, the weasleys decide its time to back to the shop. they've been avoiding it, collectively, since freds death but it seems like its time to get it cleaned up and started back up again. so the last couple weeks of august has the weasley kids cleaning up the shop and ending the day drinking copiously at bars or in the backroom, talking about fred and forgiving percy and speculating about what life is going to be like now

also a couple weeks later harry takes off on his roadtrip, needing to be mobile, and hermione goes back to school for her seventh year and ron goes to help percy and george in the shop so the trio is split up for months and months and ginny gets to know what its like to be in class with hermione and be the third wheel to her and ron and she kinda misses harry for that

so ginny drifts thru her last year at hogwarts and its super weird and not very fun and v strained and there arent enough players for quidditch anymore so she's just doing scrimmages with whoever's left and hanging out with luna

this is the part where ginny starts training more and more bc she feels a little like being on her own for a while, and ginny is usually a p popular girl but a few students dont come back to hogwarts and some of the ones that do are a little unbearable when they bring up fred or colin or literally anyone who died who ginny once knew and made laugh. ginny's usually popular but the first half of her seventh year, she's kinda done having to be a leader and shit, she's kinda exhausted from it all.

it gets easier tho, of course, and things are more or less back to normal by the time ginny graduates. except for the part where its the first anniversary of the battle and the first anniversary of fred being dead. but bill and fleur have a new shiny daughter, and that helps a lot.

post graduation ginny is kinda just enjoying doing not much at all. she gets a job as a barmaid or waitress or something, because its easy to flirt tips out of everyone and she makes a good amount of money and near enough her brothers' shop she can go bug them if she's bored on her break. seamus is also around, bartending down at hogs head while he does auror training, so she sees dean with him every now and again. luna has lunch with like everyone these days so there's no telling, when she agrees to meet with luna, who else might show up.

after a year of that, ginny winds up getting drinks with almost the entire old gryffindor quidditch team and oliver wood wont stop trying to convince angelina to try out for the open position on some quidditch team he knows about and it sparks a discussion about their life choices and how its a shame harry isnt going pro even tho oliver knows its a lost cause and ginny starts thinking about how dope it would be to play quidditch professionally and katie tells ginny that a girl from her recreational quidditch team needs a roommate. so just like that in a night, ginny decides to move out and start training more seriously.

its not immediate: ginny doesnt try out for a team until she's like, nineteen. she doesnt get in but tries out for another team when she's twenty. its a low level team but its still professional and she gets in.

at fleur's christmas party, she and krum talk in a corner for hours, and viktor tells her that she hasnt been on her team for a year, but someone is already looking to poach her. its the fact that she can play chaser and seeker with equal skill, he says. its the fact that she's ruthless. viktor tells her that her next game, someone's going to be watching.

they are and ginny's offered a place on a really good quidditch team before the season's out. she's about to take it when the harpies call too.

its like, she gets to travel most months from the year and its exciting because she gets to see charlie every now and again when her team plays near romania, or gets to see bill and fleur when they're in france and she happens to be playing nearby. she gets to play against oliver and viktor, which is wildly fun and satisfying, despite who wins. she gets to treat her brothers to tickets to games and watch ron bug out

[myriadimagines]

Heyy how about #8, #14, and #80 for the drabble thing with either Sirius Black or Remus Lupin?

Characters: Reader x Sirius Black

Warnings: none

Prompts: 8: “I came here to kick ass and chew gum… and I’m all out of gum.” 14: “Am I supposed to be impressed?” 80: “Make me.”

Word Count: 297

A/N: i feel like these totally fit sirius so i hope you dont mind me choosing him !!

Want to request a drabble? Read this post!

When Sirius was taken away from you to be locked up in Azkaban, you had cried for weeks. It seemed like only you knew that he was innocent, not like it mattered.

When you heard he had managed to escape, you also cried. But with joy rather than heartbreak. 

You knew it was only a matter of time before he found you. So when you returned to your small cottage one night, which was hidden in a forest, you weren’t surprised to see Sirius sitting in your armchair, a triumphant smile on his face. 

“I came here to kick ass and chew gum… and I’m all out of gum.” Sirius threw his hands in the air as you dropped your bags down and hung up your coat. “I’m back, darling.” 

“It took you 12 years to get out.” you deadpanned, trying to suppress the smile creeping onto your face. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

“It’s good to see you again, y/n.” Sirius got up, grinning, and you finally smiled and threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him, as if he didn’t want to ever let go. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Sirius.” you whispered back. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Well, here I am.” Sirius smiled, and you laughed. “I hate to ruin this reunion, but you need to help me with something.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” you rolled your eyes. 

Chuckling, Sirius continued, “It’s about Harry. We need to reunite with the Order again.”

“Make me.” you said, folding your arms, and Sirius shot you a look. Laughing, you said, “Oh Sirius, you know I’m always down for an adventure. When do we leave?”

[fishsupportgroup-blog]

Good Omens Fandom Welcome Pack (4/3/17)

Yo my dudes!!!! So I got a message from @dirktective-assassina who just found out that there’s a good omens fandom so I figured I’d try and pull together some resources as an up to date fandom welcome pack :D It’s pretty long and comprehensive so I’ve put it under the cut.

So first things first: the ship name of Aziraphale/Crowley isn’t Crowaphale or anything like that but is Ineffable Husbands. We also sometimes use Air Conditioning (like A/C if you see?) although this is less used now than it was, largely because of the way tumblr tagging works versus livejournal and it’s a bit of a hassle to traipse through posts of people’s air conditioning not working, but there are still posts on that tag and it's a good way to find older fan-works. Other wise we generally just tag as Good Omens.

As with a lot of fandoms with a slightly longer history, livejournal used to be the main site for the good omens community and we transferred across bc, let’s face it tumblr is a hell site but it’s also a hell of a lot more accessible than livejournal. However, there are still a lot of things going on with livejournal!!! my main resource there is the Lower Tadfield Air Base: Fighting off Armageddon since 2003! The Good Omens Holiday Exchange is also organised on livejournal, I’ve linked to this year’s entries :)

Which brings me onto fic!! (Some of these fic will be explicit but they all have warnings at the beginning). Two fics always recommended in older fic rec lists are The Sacred And The Profane, and A Diamond Sky Above Titanic (although, personally, they’re not really my favourites). Also, The Lower Tadfield Air Base has a good fic tag :) Finally there’s this post which also adds some extra links and info on joining the good omens fandom, it also has a gen fic section if that’s more your cup of tea.

My main source of fics however, comes from our Lord and Saviour, Archive Of Our Own. Just take note when you’re using the search tool you fully type in Aziraphale/Crowley rather than letting it autocorrect you to Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) then you’ll only get 217 works in comparison to the 1178 fics available and all the fic of Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) is filed under Aziraphale/Crowley anyway. If that makes any sense?

Personally, I’ve been horribly remis in tagging my own favourites because I’m fairly useless. However, I know I love Fridays by ylc. If you like human! aus then I also really love Ordinary People by daeger which has a wee Jewish painter Crowley :D

Ruby Tears by @not-a-space-alien is also a really good fic in highlighting the fandom’s perspective on Crowley: essentially in that he’s a HUGE FUCKING NERD who tries so hard to look cool and suave and is actually just very vulnerable and sweet and loving. Aziraphale, on the other hand, is very much an oblivious banana that’s too self-obsessed to really recognise this and has an incorrect view that Crowley is The Adversary and should be thought of as such. There has been A LOT of AMAZING meta on this, I would really recommend @futureevilscientist‘s essay on The Arrangement as p. much essential reading. They also have a tag for meta which I also really recommend.

My final fic to recommend is HAS to be the Crown of Thorns series by @irisbleufic (often shortened to cot). For me, this is The Fic, you know, and I feel like it really defines the Good Omens fandom in many ways. It’s based on the fanon that after the events of the apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley moved into a cottage on the South Downs together. All the details of the fic are in the introduction :D Other Iris fics to recommend are Regulars and What to Say (and How Not to Say It) if like me you’re trash for 3rd person pov. Finally as someone from York I’m honour bound to mention Promises to Keep.

We also have some Amazing artists in the fandom, people like @kogla and the like are just so great to have posting content for us!! basically just turn to the good omens tag and follow some of the suggested blogs (see below) we’re always posting everything :D One of my faves is this one by @6utton (who also gives me my raffles fix). @lunasong365 has also sent me this beautiful video and their playlist of other videos :‘) You also have the good omens tag on the hell site of deviantart

Also in terms of art, @askajcrowley is utterly brill, they don’t post much anymore but when they do I cry because they’re great.  If you want a really interesting view of how fandom has changed over time, go back through their posts as far as you can, it’s seriously worth it. In terms of fandom changing, the Good Omens fandom has generally imploded; it did used to be a very big active fandom, with a lot of ask blogs and a much greater focus on the other characters besides Aziraphale and Crowley. The current day fandom does feel bad about not talking about the other great multifaceted characters but we don't tend to do much to rectify it, as not-a-space-alien highlights in this post.

The older fandom also used to have A LOT of discourse surrounding fancasts. Oh God. Suffice to say if I ever see another post casting Bajkfbgjgiug Cskjfbgkjfba/Tom Hiddleston in all the roles I will actually throw up. This trend lead to our Worst Meme, Cage Omens: in which all the characters are played by Nicholas Cage. This meme likes to make a reassurance every now and again, so FOR GODS SAKE DONT SUMMON IT. (We all secretly love it).

Speaking of fancasts, we should probably mention adaptations. When the news of the latest adaptation came forward, a lot of us were very apprehensive because We Have Been Here Before. Lots. Like 5 Times. (I think in like ‘02 there was going to be one with Robin Williams but It was just after 9/11 and everyone ran as fast as they could from apocalypse based media). However, this one does look like it’s going ahead and will be airing next year maybe :) We do also have the beloved radio adaptation, which we will all suggest had it’s flaws but was also p damn brill. (The BBC sometimes replay it around Easter?)

However the discourse over fancasts did actually raise some pertinent points to do with race, with a lot of people feeling really uncomfortable with how white the suggestions were for characters that have no explicitly stated race. This is especially the case in regards to Aziraphale where there might be inbuilt preconceived conceptions of a white angel. This post and @a-poc-alypse‘s commentary on the subject I think is really important. I think the fandom now makes a concerted effort to try and produce more diverse art and the like, and I think we are better than we were, but it is something we have to actively work towards rectifying.

Other discourse of far, far less importance is in regards to their wings. Essentially, a lot of older fanart has Crowley with bat like wings which a lot of the fandom disagrees with, and there’s a lot of discourse about the colour of their wings too. Traditionally, Aziraphale is depicted with white wings and Crowley with black, but as is oft pointed out within the fandom, the colour of their wings is not stated and, given the significance of heaven and hell just being names for sides with no tangible distinction, and that demons are of angel stock, this separation has been questioned. Basically, the consensus now is play around with it!!!!! My head canon is that Az has owls wings and Crowley has duck wings :D

As for Hogwarts Houses, no one actually knows tbh either of them could fit into any house I think? We've had a lot of discussions and I think the ultimate conclusion we’ve come to is just go with what you want. At the moment I think I like Gryffindor Crowley and Ravenclaw Aziraphale. Some good Harry Potter AUs are Potter Omens by sadaf, St. Joseph of Cupertino, Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles, and the Legacy of James Bond by Interrobam, A Look into a Magic Mirror by athousandelegies, and Saturday by Elvendork.

This leads to another point which is the links Good Omens have with other fandoms. There are Obviously the links with Supernatural given that their Crowley was literally named after ours, but there are also a weird amount of Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black) crossover fics and a lot of them involve them all sleeping with each other?? Anyway. I’ve also noticed that p. much all the Raffles fandom tend to be Good Omens fans too.

Finally you have the Shakespeare/Marlowe fandom so there are a lot of jokes in fandom at the moments about Crowley/Shakespeare (ship name: Snakespeare). I’m laying the blame firmly on @macdicilla and this post.

Music!! I LOVE @ajcrawly‘s The Ritz Does Not Admit Nightingales but 8tracks is useless for UK pals atm. Every playlist of Good Omen will have Queen and A Nightingale Sung in Barkley Square, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

And then there are the blogs!!:

@audiomens (with transcripts of the radio 4 adaptation)

@incorrect-good-omens-quotes

@thisbutgoodomens (taking posts and making them Good Omens, tag them if you think there’s a post they would appreciate!!)

@goodomensheadcanons

There are the blogs I’ve mentioned above, like @not-a-space-alien and @macdicilla (you can���t have one without the other), and @futureevilscientist, @irisbleufic, @kogla, @lunasong365, @askajcrowley, @a-poc-alypse, @ajcrawly

Also worth following are, @milkythefrozen, @pridoo, @maniacalmole, @ladylier, @thisisadecisionimayregret, @la-petite-robe-jaune, @sous-le-saule, @rocksalive, @nemeankitten, @everything-good-omens, @fyeahgo and tbh there are heaps more, I’m sorry if I’ve missed you off, I have a memory worse than like 99% of the population (according to my educational psychologist). If you want to be added just put a reply or message me or smth :D

Finally, I’d like to thank @not-a-space-alien for their welcome kit, @futureevilscientist for theirs, @ladylier for giving me ideas to talk about, @lunasong365 for showing me their playlist, and @a-poc-alypse for pointing me in the direction of their tags.

Okay. I think that’s it?? If you have anything further to add just post it below or message me or put it on the tags or replies whatever basically. If you disagree, or I’ve got something wrong, or you want to be added/taken away as a source then don’t hesitate to tell me!! (but please don’t send me hate, I’m trying my best and I’ll work hard to compensate)

:D

[clairecrive]

hi can i request a ship please! i'm an infp and im short like around 5'3. my hogwarts house is slytherin and the second house i identify with the most is ravenclaw! i'd like to describe myself as a very empathetic and understanding person. i can be seen as shy but once you get to know me im very sarcastic and outgoing.i have a lot of trust issues and at times i need to be told that im cared for. love reading and talking to people about it as well. my pronouns are she/her and i have long and straight dark brown hair. im also a pisces. I have hazel eyes that are more green than brown, and i have anxiety. The aesthetic that ive always wanted is cottage core. going on walks silently is something i do to get my mind off things and relax . im a very big homebody and love staying home, doesnt mean i dont like to go out tho. When it comes to friends im fine with a small group of friends rather than a big one. I try to always be very welcoming and try to make everyone feel as comfortable as possible while also trying to not leave anyone out. the movie that i like the most at the moment is cruella!! fun fact about me I have very spontaneous outbursts of energy and when that happens i always need to be doing something. love to fool around and have fun (especially at night).

Hello hun! you honestly sound lovely and I want to be your friend.

Alright, back to the ship.

Don't ask me why but the marauders immediately came to mind while I was reading. At first, I thought Sirius but then you said cottage core and I feel like Remus would be a perfect match for you!

I feel like you're both very balanced people. Like Remus can be quite introverted but at the same time, around the right people, he gets loose and my oh my, he gets WILD.

Let me tell you, that boy is way more cheekier than one would think. He basically likes everything you do: reading, small group of friends, learning new stuff, being in touch with nature and going out to party occasionally.

Also, did someone say size kink? I don't know about you my friend but I certainly have it and so thinking about your difference in height is just sending me to heaven (more hell probably).

Hope you liked this! x

[enbysiriusblack]

anon request and second part of this

It was the first of November 1981

Peter Pettigrew was dead.

During the evening of the day before, the Potters had a visit from Peter Pettigrew. He had gone to them in a hurry, the guilt of betraying his best friends playing on his mind. He had to tell James and Lily the truth.

He explained to them everything, and they forgave him. No harm had come to them yet, and he was fixing it.

But as he left the Potter home, Voldemort had found out his betrayal and had killed Peter Pettigrew.

But James and Lily were safe. Harry was safe. And the traitor had been found.

But in Remus' cottage. Not all was well.

Remus was sitting on at the table, reading a book and drinking tea. The ring Sirius had given him, in the exact same spot he had dropped it in months ago.

There was a quiet knock on the door. As Remus opened it, he saw Sirius standing there. Looking down at the floor and fiddling his hands together.

Remus moved out the doorway to let him in, and Sirius moved forwards, still not glancing up at him. The gryffindor bravery had left him.

As Remus sat back on his seat, Sirius took the chance to look up, and caught eyes with Remus.

"I'm sorry." Sirius blurted out, stuck in the spot in the middle of the kitchen/dining room/lounge.

Remus sighed, "and?"

Sirius tapped his fingers against the jean of his trousers.

"I should have trusted you. I should have known you'd never betray us like that. But you have to understand, you were gone. You weren't there for me during the war, during Reg' death!! You don't know how hard it was to be out there fighting, and having to come home to no one!! Because you were merlin knows where and I assumed the worst. And I'm sorry for that but-"

Remus stood up at that moment, his fists tightly clenched and tears silently spilling from his eyes.

He scoffed, "I dont know how hard it was? I had to spend the full moons was strangers!! I had to let go of the wizarding world and live outside in the woods for months on end!! I had to join Greyback's pack!! I had to suffer constant attacks from other werewolves who had already joined Voldemort. I had to travel through Britian with no one, and ask people to join the fight, people who had lost all sanity years ago, people who tried to rip me apart on sight!! And I didn't have James standing by my side at every turn, I didn't even have a wand to protect myself!! You had a home to go back to!! I had nothing!!"

Remus dropped to the floor, his hands pulling on his hair. Sirius tried to step towards him to comfort him but relieved a glare in turn.

"Dumbledore made me have to turn into a beast to survive, he made me start to lose my sense of sanity and humanity. He tried to make me become the beast I am!! But it didn't work, because I had you... I had you at home, and I had our wedding. But... I lost my home. Every single day in those woods, every single time I got hurt and could barely breathe, I thought of you. I knew there was a traitor too, but I never thought it would be you. I trusted you... I thought you trusted me."

Remus started sobbing now, and Sirius sat opposite him, tears falling out of his eyes.

"Every single night, I'd look to the sky. Every single night. I'd look for the canis major, and I thought you'd be looking to the moon. I guess not. "

Sirius finally spoke, in the gap between Remus' words.

"I was, I know I thought you were the traitor. I shouldn't have, but it never stopped me from looking to the moon."

Remus let out a shaky laugh.

"It doesn't matter now. You were the reason I came home. You were the reason I kept going on, hanging on by that small thread...It was you."

"I'm sorry" Sirius repeated, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

"I know." Remus said, gripping his knees.

"I'll leave, you stay here" Sirius said as he got up.

Remus lifted his eyes to meet Sirius' before he turned away towards the door.

"I'll forgive you" Remus said.

Sirius turned back around, believing every word.

"But you shouldn't"

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