#poppy pomfrey x minerva mcgonagall

[the-doxies]

Minerva: I would destroy the world for you

Poppy: Could you do the the dishes

Minerva: No

[izharmilgram]

a few new fics I've posted:

the middle (1921 words)

Hermione/Lavender/Ron | Eighth year, Werewolf Lavender Brown, POV Hermione Granger, The Black Lake, Post Second War with Voldemort

"Back at Hogwarts for Eighth year, Hermione shares a room with Lavender Brown."

flirting on the job (2389 words)

Poppy Pomfrey/Minerva McGonagall | Marauders Era, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Arm Candy Poppy, Praise Kink, Fluff and Smut

"Poppy, the newly hired healer's assistant, is having trouble controlling herself around the older, hotter, mysterious Professor Minerva McGonagall."

[thatbivthbcj]

Ooc :

Minnie is so the song Harpy Hare; no one can compare to that level of sad

Love Minnie fr tho

But she’s the embodiment of “Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say”

(It’s her to Dumbledore)

[lightheadedrn]

[lolo-gay]

One random day in the Great Hall

Bellatrix : The Noble House of Black will always be on top !

Remus : *spits out his pumpkin juice and starts laughing uncontrollably*

Sirius : *blush furiously while trying to get Remus to shut up bc everyone is looking at them*

James : *trying for his deer life (and failing) to understand what's so funny*

Lily : *smirks* *just smirks*

Pomfrey : I KNEW IT ! MY BOY'S THE TOP ! HA ! I TOLD YOU MINERVA ! MY BOY'S THE DOM !

Minnie : *gives her 5 galleons while looking visibly frustrated and glaring at Sirius*

Remus : *laughs even harder if it's possible*

Regulus : *trying to forget the horrible traumatic images that are forming in his head and silently crying*

[moutainrusing]

pen pals

943 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

On the other side of town, there was a hospital, where children in need of long-term care spent their days and nights. On this side of town, there was a boarding school, where children in need of discipline spent their days and nights.

As an act of further discipline, the Headteacher, Professor McGonagall, had decided that the students of Diagon Academy should write a letter to a patient in Pomfrey’s Hospital, and forge a new friendship, become pen pals for life.

According to Sirius, she was delusional. But he still wrote a letter.

- - -

With his incredibly bony, stick-like, shaking fingers, Remus wrote a letter to someone in the rich, stuffy boarding school, who would apparently become his pen pal for life. (Unlikely.) Firstly, he was Remus. No one wanted to be his friend. Even if they weren’t in their right mind, he was a sick, frail loser, unable to do anything except stutter and sit in awkward silence.

Secondly, the people at Diagon Academy were judgemental snobs. Posh and pretentious and loaded. Why would he befriend that?

- - -

Minerva and Poppy sorted through the letters in companionable chatter, pairing a student with a patient in a match they hoped would lead to a long-lasting friendship.

Once the pairs had been made, the children could keep addressing letters to their pen pal; the school Prefects and hospital wardens would be able to deliver the letters by reading the name on the envelope, ensuring the children got the privacy they needed to open up to each other.

Minerva wanted the slightly troubled (okay, very troubled) students at her school to learn how to care for someone who didn’t live in their narrow-minded world, and Poppy wanted the minorly self-loathing (okay, very self-loathing) patients at her hospital to open up to the possibilities of the world around them. Together, the couple had come up with the idea of pen pals, and together, they wanted this to work so badly.

“I think we’ve found the perfect pair,” Minerva commented as she held Remus’s and Sirius’s letters side-by-side.

Poppy grinned. “I bet those two’ll end up more than friends.”

- - -

Dear pen pal (for life, apparently; I think the nurse may be barmy, but she’s well-intentioned and she’s my favourite and I want it to be known that I am doing this for her. So if I make an embarrassment of myself, it was for her. And I’ll never even get out of this hospital, so I don’t care if you think I’m weird.)

I’m supposed to write about myself. I’m fifteen. I’m a boy. I’ve been sick for as long as I can remember and I look like undercooked pastry. I like reading. There’s not a lot you can do in hospital. But you do get stickers. I’m actually fond of my sticker album. You get a sticker for every injection you take, and when I was younger, I used to get stickers for talking, because I was and am an anti-social freak. I’m really selling this.

Anyway, I’ve organised the pages of my sticker album because I have nothing better to do. There’s a page for leaves from deciduous trees, animals that specifically live in the savanna, fruits which are FRUITS and that includes tomatoes, and a lot of other fully sorted pages. This is my legacy. I might die any day but I still made this impact.

Look, if you’ve read this far, I’ll have to assume you’re as weird as I am.

Yours,

Remus Lupin

Sirius traced over the wobbly penmanship of his pen pal with a grin on his face. Remus was funny. And nice. Those seemed like such simple adjectives, but Sirius meant them to such an intense degree.

He got to writing back about how he was so much weirder than Remus. Although Remus must already know that from Sirius’s introductory letter.

- - -

Dear pen pal,

Minnie, our lovely Headteacher, and my future wife, even though she’s resistant to my charms at the moment (I don’t know why, I’m literally the hottest hunk of meat in this school I’m kidding sorry too soon) (also it may be because she’s gay and so am I) anyway, Minnie came up with the fanciful idea of pen pals. She really hopes this will mean something, and I don’t wanna let her down now, do I?

I mean, I also hope this means something because she has POISONED my brain with these delusional fantasies, and so has my best mate. James really believes this will benefit the country or something from the way he talks.

So, about myself. (It may seem I like talking about myself. I hate it. I’d rather show people who I am.) So, I’m not gonna talk about myself! I’m mysterious like that. Oh-so-interesting.

Like, yesterday, James and I put bouillon cubes into all the shower-heads and the boys ended up smelling like chicken broth (us included). It was fucking GROSS. And fucking awesome. Minnie immediately knew it was us though. My mystery works on everyone but her (another reason we’re soulmates, I should tell her).

LOTS OF LOVE

SIRIUS BLACK, EL AMOR DE TU VIDA

Remus actually snorted. He’d been worried, initially, to see ‘POISONED’ glaring at him in swirling cursive when he cast a cursory glance down the letter, but then he saw ‘THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE’ in Spanish, and found that Sirius was a hyperbolic little shit.

He proceeded to write a letter to tell him exactly that. Oh, and another prank idea, because why not? It wasn’t like he’d be suspected. Maybe he could help Sirius and James with an original idea that couldn’t possibly be pinned on them.

[maraudersthesis]

Hello! I'm 21 years old. I'm an Argentine Communications student. I'm writing my thesis on how fanon is built within fandoms. Please rb to help me reach more people.

I'm looking for a way to get in contact with the legendary MsKingBean89,

in hopes they'll be kind enough to grant me an interview. It'd be (of course) under that username, and I'M NOT GOING TO ASK FOR ANY PERSONAL INFORMATION. All I need is a short interview (could be written, but I'm okay doing it over voice call or any other way they prefer) about the Marauders fandom and the fanon.

This may be a long shot, but it's worth trying.

I've been in the fandom for a while, so when I had to choose a topic for my thesis I knew I had to do something like this. I've always been fascinated by the way the fandom works, how we create all this content we identify as The Marauders™, even though there isn't a lot of canon information about the characters and their story. I love the personalities we've given them, all the symbols we identify them with, and all the relationships we've created.

I'm studying the way people interact on the internet and the colective creation that results of that interaction.

If you want to talk about this, the Marauders or have any suggestions or ideas I'd love to chat!!

Edit: this is a sideblog, so I can't follow back/send asks/like posts, but I'd like to thank anyone who reblogs this: you're helping me get my degree and I appreciate that a lot.

[m00neroni]

are we sure that remus and sirius wouldn't name their daughter poppy or minerva at least as her second name?

[hxuse-xf-black]

Pomfrey: I am sorry that you had to witness such a vicious fight. Remus, stuck on bed rest after a bad full moon: Oh? Was that a fight? Pomfrey: Are you kidding? Minerva said "you'll have to excuse me" instead of "please, excuse me." May as well spit in my face.

[blackpatrxnum]

WE AS A SOCIETY (hp wlw shippers) HAVEN'T TAKEN ENOUGH ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT "ROMANTIC FRIENDSHIPS" BETWEEN WOMEN WERE SOCIALLY ACCEPTED (and encouraged) AMONG HIGH SOCIETY WOMEN IN EUROPE IN THE 1800s AND 1900s

[hawkmothdiemotte]

Minnie and poppy in school idc about cannon they were dating!!!!!

[apolloishot]

Sirius and Remus had two cats, a small mostly white kitten named Poppy and a grey tabby named Minnie. Sirius was the one to bring them home one day and to Remus’ surprise they were the first cats that ever let him pet them, they actually seemed happy to be around him, and Remus soon realized that while he thought he was a dog person, seeing that he was in love with a man who could turn into one, but soon realized that he was a cat person when he sat down to read with a cup of tea and Minnie laid right next to him and purred as he pet her.

Sirius loves calling them different nicknames, like instead of Poppy he calls her ‘Madam’ and buys her little bows and even went as far to dress her up as a nurse for halloween one year (Minnie was obviously forced into a witches hat). He calls Minnie ‘Professor’ whenever he sees her with Remus as he is reading and Remus secretly thinks it’s adorable.

Sirius insists on constantly taking pictures of the cats and Remus, as he thinks Remus with a cat on his lap is one of the cutest sights in the world, and one year made them have a photo shoot to make kitten Christmas cards. He sent one to McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey and both of them have it hanging in their offices at Hogwarts.

Neither of the cats like Peter, but Harry and Lily love them, so much so that one of Harry’s first words was ‘kitty’.

James thinks it hilarious that Sirius named them after McGonagall and Pomfrey. When he found out he laughed for at least an hour about it.

They can’t have kids, and while helping raise Harry is amazing, getting to come home to two cute cats that they get to call their own makes them feel like a big happy family.

[acertifiedwitch]

MILF Minerva McGonnagall.

[eastons-creations]

Minerva McGonagall is a lesbian

[thexultimatexmarauder]

Shipping war round 3b (this might be the semi semi finales)

(Can’t choose choose the one that would more likely get away with murder together)

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 20 - prompt 20: Hurt/No Comfort [word count 427]

[TW: mentions of attempted suicide]

Sirius hadn’t really meant to do that. Not really really. But he also hadn’t really meant to not do that. The firewhiskey had surely had a part in it, but after all alcohol only  revealed your deepest wants, nothing you didn’t  have. You did, it was just buried very, very deep. So apparently Sirius had thought too many times lately life wasn’t worth living with Remus hating him. He couldn’t blame him, not after that fateful full moon where Sirius had ruined literally everything. Normally James would have helped him through it, but when Remus had come back from the Hospital Wing and rejected every apology Sirius had tried to make and shouted at him he wished he had never met him, let alone fallen in love with him before storming out of the dorm, James hadn’t said anything. He had just put the key to the Gryffindor Head Boy’s bedroom in Sirius’s hand and had followed Remus out. Even Peter hadn’t looked at him. Sirius had cried himself to sleep in his lonely bedroom and ended up on the Astronomy Tower looking down the parapet more times than he could count. Until the previous night, when he had managed to steal a bottle of firewhiskey from Slughorn’s studio and had ended up back on the parapet, the bottle now empty in his hand. He didn’t remember anything apart from the fact that the full moon glowed over him and he had sobbed thinking about his friends and the love of his life he had so carelessly lost, surely by now deep in the Forbidden Forest. He guessed he had been extremely lucky Professor McGonagall had been taking a nighttime stroll and had stopped his fall when she had seen him plummet to the ground.

He had woken up in the Hospital Wing, McGonagall and Pomfrey’s faces frowning at him, a mixture of worry and relief. It was when they had left him to go discuss something in Pomfrey’s office that Sirius had noticed Remus was looking at him from the next bed over, his forearms bandaged as the nurse did whenever the wolf had been angrier than usual.

“What are you doing here?”

Sirius swallowed. It was the first sentence Remus had said to him in three months.

“I… Fell from the Astronomy Tower,” he whispered.

Remus’s eyes remained cold and he murmured something before turning away. Sirius closed his eyes, feeling the tears running on his cheeks. There had been no doubt in the words the love of his life had mouthed.

Well, you missed.