#sirius is a drunkard

[sunnami]

the marauders as. . . whatever these love languages are (i).

a/n: i got addicted to writing drabbles. . .

“i’m touch-starved.”

there’s not a day where 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 isn’t holding onto you like a lifeline—a tether to this world when he feels like he’s about to float away. on mornings where he wakes up back in his childhood bedroom, portraits of jaundiced ancestors hurling insults at him as though he hasn’t already heard it all from his benevolent mother—he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, there you are. gone are the colorless walls of his early years, instead he’s drowning in the shades of you.

you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and the bursting hues of his devotion. he’s never been fluent in ‘i love you’ but for you, he wants to learn every language there is, so as long as you know that he is yours. yours to command, yours to throw away one day, yours to love—his soul and heart are utterly and irrevocably yours.

he pulls you closer to him because sirius black is a mad man, selfishly burrowing in your warmth like he’s been trudging through an eternal winter, desperate for light and the relief of your lips. sirius wraps his arms around your waist, as if to protect you from the sunlight—because you are his and not even the threat of tomorrow can take you away. he wants to stay close with you like this forever. until neither knows where they begin or end. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck—wondering if you’ll be cross if he pilfers a taste of your skin. the sound of your heartbeat is more beautiful than any orchestra symphony—he thinks your voice is what heaven’s choir is made of.

sirius splays his fingers on your bare stomach, his loose shirt riding up your waist. he aches, and oh, how he burns for you. he’s never been one for tears, but he finds that the reprieve of your touch can bring a wayward man to his knees. you are, in every essence, the answer to his prayers and the pardoning of his sins. he chases you like a drunkard drawn to firewhiskey—he’s afraid that you’ve gone and gotten him addicted to you.

to your fingers in his hair—tugging and pulling—then, to his tongue licking a trail against the column of your throat, your breath hot on his cheek, your nails digging in deep into his back, and the nights where love is spoken through fervent whimpers and whispers of adoration.

sirius knows it’ll be centuries until he becomes a man worthy of your love—but for now, he hopes you’ll let his arms protect you from harm, and his hands find solace in yours.

after all, you are the better parts of his soul.

a/n: i’m not sure if i hit the mark on touch-starved as a language BUT WE MOVE. remus next!

[thedoewitch]

THE TRUTH ABOUT HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

In the last few weeks, I've seen many arguments between the stans of different characters in the HP Fandom. And this, this exact post is about my opinion, mixed with canon (books) and how they normally should have been perceived.

This is part one of the series explaining the characters in the Harry Potter Universe. It will be long, seeing as many are hateful towards characters who did nothing wrong, or love them for all the wrong reasons.

Two big arguments will be explained in this post. Two biggest arguments about Anti-Character vs Pro-Character.

Anti-Dumbledore vs Pro-Dumbledore;

Now, there are many people who are on the anti-Dumbledore side of the fandom, and I can understand why. It is not a surprise, considering what has been done by Dumbledore in the series.

However, Albus is one of the many-layered characters. He was a Blood Supremacist throughout his life, even as an adult, until his sister Ariana Dumbledore died.

He is, like many others, a flawed character, just like us real humans are. He was in love with Gellert Grindelwald (Which he has no fault in, you cannıot control who you fall in love with), and was willing to take the world under their control just because Gellert wanted to.

In the Marauders and Lightening Era timeline, he did many horrible things. He went as far as using Fudge to gain things to his favor, he used Severus and Harry, and even Remus and Sirius and Rubeus (Hagrid) as the events unfolded, and he even neglected other students while trying to control everything that he can, even though he is a HEADMASTER, a person who s supposed to keep the school's students safe. And the fact that he left Harry in the Dursleys' footsteps and not checking on him properly was disturbing, no matter if Arabella Figgs was there. He didn't care to check up properly.

He did all of that, yes. There is no arguing about it, it is in The Fantastic Beast, in the Harry Potter books, in the Secrets of Dumbledore, in the Crimes of Grindelwald. He did all of those things that nowadays seem impossible to do.

But- He also did good things. He accepted Remus into the school, albeit it was stupid of him to do so with only a place he can transform that he can break free easily if not strictly controlled. He accepted him because he wanted people like him to have a chance.

We even see another werewolf student in the game called Hogwarts Mystery, which I liked and enjoyed. He is not prejudiced against them, and it makes their life easier.

He gave Harry and other students support throughout their life at Hogwarts. It excluded Slytherins, sadly, but he did try to be a good role model and also tried to relieve the students from stress by doing things like canceling the exams and even saying seemingly ridiculous words during the meals. He was truly afraid that Ginny was taken into the chamber, it is obvious in the CoS book when Lucius paid a visit to Albus.

He supported the adults like Alastor and Kingsley and Tonks, warned Sirius and the like against doing things that could be dangerous for their lives. He did care about them. Even, I'm sure, Marlene and Dorcas had a place in his heart because he does everything to help them win the war and live in peace.

Anti-Snape vs Pro Snape;

Severus Snape, like Albus, is a many-layered character. He is defensive and strict and is a bully throughout his adulthood. He is brave and courageous, stubborn and selfless.

Snape is not dark or light. He is not black or white. He is a Morally-Grey character through and through. There is no arguing against that.

Severus as a kid has done nothing wrong. The argument of him being obsessed with Lily when he was NINE is a very wrong thing to say. He was, as explained in the Pottermore likely abused by his father who was a drunkard, and from the writing in the books, his mother was likely neglectful as well. A kid who has gone through that will not have good social skills, or know how to talk to anyone politely. The fact that he is living in a dark neighborhood is probably an aspect of this as well.

He used accidental magic on Petunia, and he had no fault in it just like Harry had no fault when he deflated his aunt. Petunia insulted his mother, just like Marge insulted Lily. He had no control over his emotions, and thus, the accidental magic is not him being a hater.

During the train ride, all he said was he wanted to be in Slytherin. Why? Who knows, maybe his mother was sorted there and he wanted to feel closer to her. James and Sirius immediately attacked him with their words after that. Again, he is a kid. An 11 years old kid. He did not have a fault in that.

During his years at Hogwarts, he faced many more of the Marauder's bullying. And, yes, it was bullying, J.K Rowling said it, in the books even Harry thinks it is bullying, and Sirius accepts that fairly easily.

In his fifth year at Hogwarts, he is a fifteen-year-old and Sirius is 16 years old, Sirius sent him down the Willow Tree in the full moon. Why? Of that, I have a few theories but we don't know if any of them are true. He sent him down there on a FULL MOON, where Remus transformed, wanting to get a laugh of it.

He was almost killed, but saved by his enemy James Potter at the last second. He was forced to keep shut about this, which definitely added to his many traumas throughout his life. He was punished while he was the definite victim in this situation, along with Remus who was used by his best friend.

After this werewolf prank, it is obvious that the bullying got worse. It is probably because the Marauders had to do something to not let their friendship crumble, and blaming the whole situation on the victim, who is someone they hate or at the very least dislike seemed a good idea in their eyes. And thus, Snape's Worst Memory happened.

Lily and Severus' relationship was already falling apart by the fifth year. After the prank, they confronted each other and talked about the things they witnessed.

It is very disturbing how Severus did not care that Mulciber and Avery used dark magic on an innocent Gryffindor called Mary MacDonald. However, he also points out that the Marauders used a hex to grow Bertham Abrey's, a Slytherin's head grow his head twice its size. It is not Dark Magic, but clearly illegal. This hows that Marauders bullied everyone they could from Slytherin, and Sirius even admitted that himself.

Both of them are set in their ways. Lily doesn't acknowledge that Severus has to spend time with the Slytherins as he is a Slytherin himself. And Severus doesn't acknowledge that using Dark Magic to harm others is disturbing when others use Light Spells to hurt others instead, not realizing that both of them are wrong.

In SWM Lily definitely doesn't do everything she can do, along with Remus. They both are prefects but Remus stood back, and Lily only confronted the Marauders, not bothering to inform a professor at the very least.

Severus was very wrong in saying Mudblood to Lily. Sure, he was under a lot of stress, and he is a Half-Blood so the term also applies to him, but it was the last damage to crumble the wall of friendship the two had between them. But he did not deserve to get his trousers to get taken down and get threatened to be stripped completely. That was sexual assault, and no one deserves that.

After all of that, he apologized and left Lily alone. He was not obsessed with her. I'm sorry, but no one is saying that you cannot love a person who is in another relationship. It is not a crime, and he didn't even tell Lily about his feelings. (And I do not believe that 'feelings' were romantic. It was most definitely platonic, It is written like one, and the strong lesson the HP Series has is the power of Love.)

He went Dark after graduating, but when he discovered that he was going to be the cause of his ex-best friend's death he deflected quickly. I do not understand how people find this creepy. Regulus 'deflected' (not fully) for Kreacher, Narcissa, and Lucius for Draco and Albus for Ariana.

He agreed to be a spy for Albus and took a Vow to completely submit himself to a cause he had not yet believed completely in. After Lily's death, his life was devoted to protecting Harry.

He was a bully during his adult years. Now, it is mostly because traumatized people act mature, but their mentality goes backward, and the proper age of becoming fully mature comes later on. With his state, it would be at the very earliest when he was 53 that he would be fully mature, but it is also because he cannot let go of the past and heal from it.

He treated Harry and Neville horribly when not in class. And in class, he was strict with everyone. Even the others were the victim of his bad attitude.

However, no matter how mean he wanted his students to be safe. He protected Harry because of the Vow, that is true, however, he also protected and attempted to protect every other student, like the time he was worried for Ginny when he was taken into the Chamber.

He was a shitty person with a shitty backstory. He had no control over his emotions when he was with Harry, and bullied him because of his looks leaning towards James. It was not acceptable, and he was most definitely a bully, but he was not an abuser.

He despised physical punishments and refrained from physically attacking others, and the only exception was when Harry invaded his privacy when he looked into the pensieve.

He truly believed in the reasoning of the Light after all those years under the Vow. When it was clear that Harry was going to die no matter what he did, he did not go off to Voldemort to give him the secrets Dumbledore told him, no, he tried to protect his students and aided Harry secretly to destroy the Hocruxes.

He died a hero. Without him, the first Wizarding War would be won by Voldemort and everyone would be at Riddle's service to torture or kill or use. If he was loyal to Voldemort, the Battle of Hogwarts would end up with Voldemort truly killing Harry, and the whole fate was on his shoulders.

He is the bravest man throughout the series. He is a Hero, He is an Anti-Hero, he is an awesome spy, he is a bully, he is bitter, he is selfless, he is stubborn, he is loyal, and he is many more combined together.

He is not a villain, and he is not an evil reincarnate of a Nazi. He is a good person with bad doings. He is not innocent but he definitely deserved to be both praised and put down for all of the things he did.

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Cowboy (Destructive Effect of Insecurity-Verse)

@wolfstarmicrofic - 179

For weeks Remus had tried to make Sirius learn horse-riding. He would need it for a film project, he didn't dare even pitch yet. Sirius could be difficult when he was scared of something, and horses did scare him. Even when he would never admit it.

At long last Remus asked James for help. He didn't know him well enough to feel comfortable with it, but in the end the project would cement Sirius' place in the top league, and do wonders to his confidence.

“You want him to ride?” James asked, obnoxiously playing on his Yankee accent, just to see Remus cringe. “Have you considered tempting him with you in a cowboy outfit?”

“What?”

James shrugged. “You Brits think to complicated. Sirius is a man of simple pleasures.” He clicked his tongue. “Thought he would end up a drunkard. Instead he evolved an addiction to nerdy Brits... I guess I have to think that's better. At least for his health.”

Had Remus thought making Sirius budge would be this easy: he would have tried months ago.

[roleplayhonestybox]

y’all ever agree to a “doubling” and the motherfucker writes the ancient inscription in backwards latin for their side but you get something that reads like a medieval drunkard imagining what 2024 is like??

and dear god, of course it’s a self insert. of course i’m busting my ass with these responses trying to give you the post azkaban sirius black realness of your dreams but when it’s time for you to write two paragraphs for me i might as well be trying to pull out your molars.

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[forestdeath1]

Sirius/Rabastan *wiggles eyebrows*👀

I wanna hear more

This is only my AU HC because we know almost nothing about Rabastan. We know nothing about his character, except that he is a very loyal Death Eater. Since I wrote about Tom Riddle’s youth, I came up with almost all of their characters.

This all lives only in my head (and in Slytherin!Sirius fanfic that I’m writing). For me, Rabastan is a fun-loving reveler, a bit irresponsible (compared to his brother), and carefree. He is a drunkard, troublemaker, and rake. He is much more sensitive and emotional than his brother and struggled greatly with their father's death. He is very loyal to Voldemort because it is almost personal for them. Lestrange sr was one of the first to support Tom Riddle.

Also, I like the Sirius/Rabastan AU as the idea that they were friends in childhood and youth and were each other’s firsts, which is how they realised they were not so straight as they thought. Rabastan loved Sirius. Or thought he loved him.

[picklesonjupiter]

On AO3, for @hprarepairshorts

It was the night of an Order of the Phoenix meeting, and almost everyone had come, even Snivellus. Sirius was just glad that he had company; being trapped in his childhood home was driving him mad. Sometimes it felt like he was back in Azkaban with the dementors. He drew a mug of alcohol to his mouth and glared at Snivellus, who was giving him a look of disdain.

“Possessing nothing to contribute to the order’s meeting is no excuse to act like a drunkard. That conduct does not serve as an exemplary model for your godson." Snape sneered, leaning back in his seat with a satisfactory glint in his eyes.

“Piss off, Snivellus. You don’t even care about Harry. He’s told me that you act like an outright git around him.” Sirius leaned over the table, pulled the other man by his robe, and snarled in his face. “Why don’t you go lick your master’s boots? You aren’t needed here.”

Snape smirked, and it infuriated Sirius. “Oh, but I am useful—more useful than you’ll ever be. You are merely a coward who hides while I face the Dark Lord, risking my life to gain integral information for the order.”

Dumbledore broke up the row, and Sirius ran off to his room and finished the bottle of fire whiskey. Even more so than hating the git, he despised the fact that he was correct. Sirius served no purpose in the war effort. He wasn't even able to act as Harry’s guardian, as he was a fugitive who was in hiding.

Sirius hurled the empty bottle of fire whiskey at the wall, which shattered on impact. His head was aching, and he was in no mood for his disparaging thoughts, so he transformed into Padfoot. He curled up in his bed and closed his eyes.

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Sirius woke to knocking on his bedroom’s door and transformed back to answer. “What’s going on?” He opened the door to find Snape, which surprised him because he was sure his nap had lasted a few hours and that everyone should have left by now.

“The Floo Network is down because of a heavy snowfall. I must inevitably spend the night here.” Snape informed him rather than asking him if he could stay over.

Sirius poked him with the borrowed wand and glared. “What makes you think that I would allow you to stay?” Snape didn’t rise to the bait and simply raised an eyebrow.

"Would you genuinely abandon me in the blizzard? Dumbledore will be dismayed, as it was he who proposed I stay here and assured me that you would not object.” Snape appeared indifferent as to whether he would spend the night in the cold or have shelter, prompting Sirius to growl at him.

“You can stay in my brother’s room. I'm confident that you won't require my assistance to find his room.” When Sirius implied that he was aware of Snape's relationship with Regulus, a look of intense emotion flashed across his face.

Snape walked away from him without batting an eye, and Sirius was mad that he had not taken the bait. A satisfying confrontation with Snape would have calmed his restless spirit. He wanted to claw out the other man’s skin, curse him, draw him close, and lay with him.

There was something very wrong with Sirius. He had no business wanting a man who shared his loathing of him. Snape had crawled under his skin and into every part of him from the moment they first met, and Sirius resented the extent to which the other man ruled over him. It caused him to make terrible decisions; it caused him to send Snape to the Shrieking Shack during their fifth year.

Sirius had walked in on Rosier snogging Snape, and he saw red. Snape was an ugly git, and he shouldn’t have been snogging anyone. No one should have taken an interest in Snape. Sirius had done his damndest to keep it that way. Yet his younger brother had taken an interest in Snape, and Sirius saw that Snape reciprocated those feelings.

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Sirius tossed and turned in bed. He couldn’t sleep, knowing that Snape was just around the corner. He got out of bed, walked to his brother’s room, and stood in front of the door, waiting for something. The door opened to an alert Snape, and he sighed, widening the opening and inviting Sirius into the room.

Sirius didn’t hesitate—like he did when they were fifteen, nineteen, or twenty—to accept his invitation, needing physical comfort that night. He wasn't certain who initiated the contact, but they were devouring each other’s lips, and then they were on the bed, touching each other everywhere.

It was everything and more than he had hoped for. Snape was gentler than Sirius expected, handling him as if he were made of porcelain. Sirius couldn’t hold back from confessing his feelings after every kiss and after every gentle caress. He begged forgiveness while sinking into Snape’s heat, and as they climaxed, their soulmate marks became visible.

Soulmate marks only became visible after soulmates had sex with one another. Sirius now understood why he was obsessed with Snape; this man he had despised was his soulmate all along. He had misinterpreted his strong feelings for Snape as negative rather than positive. He would have done things differently if he had known, but he could not turn back time.

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Snape was gone the morning after the snowstorm, and he didn’t return to 12 Grimmauld Place, not even after Sirius sent countless letters. Sirius was getting restless and considering going to Hogwarts as Padfoot when he heard someone come out of the floo. He hurried to see who it was.

“Snape,” was all he said as he dumbly stared at the man before regaining his composure. “You git. Why didn’t you answer my letters? Why haven’t you come around? I think we should talk about this.” And he pointed at the mark that covered all of his right arm, from wrist to shoulder.

“I’m here now.” He sighed nonchalantly and leaned on his heels. His cavalier attitude infuriated Sirius. "It appears that our being soulmates is interfering with you not risking your whereabouts. I am here to tell you to stop making pointless attempts to contact me. It doesn’t matter that we are soulmates. This war is all that matters.”

Sirius experienced a sharp ache. “It matters. This... what we have matters. You’re my soulmate, for Merlin’s sake. We've never gotten along before, but I always knew there was something between us, and now that I know why that is, I can’t give you up.” Sirius had closed the gap as he delivered his speech, raising Snape's robe sleeve to reveal his soulmate mark.

Snape sucked in a breath and let out a half-sob, half-hysterical laugh as Sirius traced it with a light touch. “You understand nothing, Black. I am a sacrificial pawn in this war. After this war, I will most likely be dead or in Azkaban. It was just my luck to learn the identity of my soulmate right at the end of my life.”

Sirius was astounded by Snape's loss of composure and his words. He held him in his arms and swore, “We will make it through this war together.”

Snape stayed that night and returned any night he did not have detentions. (In one of their weekly letters, Harry mentioned to Sirius that Snape had begun to give out less frequent detentions.) Sirius found peace of mind over the weeks and months that he spent with Snape. Many members of the order commented on his change of attitude and behavior as he became less restless and stopped drinking excessively. If only they knew that Snape was to thank, they wouldn’t believe it.

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On June 18, 1996, Snape revealed his true allegiances when he rescued Harry Potter with the help of his soulmate, Sirius Black.

On June 30, 1997, the Death Eaters broke into Hogwarts and were ambushed by the Order of the Phoenix, who were waiting for them. Draco Malfoy had spoken up about what the Dark Lord had asked of him, and Dumbledore took advantage of that.

Voldemort killed Harry Potter on July 1, 1997, but he survived and defeated him. Dumbledore revealed to Harry, Snape, and Sirius that Harry was one of Voldemort's horcruxes and that they needed to find and destroy the rest of them in order for Voldemort not to return. It did not take them long to find the rest, thanks to the assistance of Kingsley and Bill Weasley.

On August 3, 1997, Sirius was giving a fair trail as Kingsley was the new Minister for Magic.

On September 12, 1997, Sirius became Harry’s legal guardian. Harry was happy to finally be with his godfather

On December 23, 1998, Sirius Black and Severus Snape had a wedding ceremony with friends and family. (Sirius proposed two weeks after Snape moved into their new home, but Snape wanted to wait another year before marrying him.)

[aquariumdrunkard]

The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PDT, Channel 35)

Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.

Intro ++ Keith Jarrett & Jack DeJohnette – All We Got ++ Mor Thiam – Ayo Ayo Nene ++ Ebo Taylor – Love And Death ++ Alabaster DePlume – A Gente Acaba (Vento Em Rosa) ++ Arthur Verocai – Dedicada A Ela ++ Louis Banks – Song For My Lady ++ RK Nagati – De L’Orient A’ L’Orion ++ Fela Kuti – My Lady Frustration ++ General Echo – Arleen ++ Benny Yurco – Flor Amarilla ++ Scientist – Bad Days Dub ++ Tom Zé – Mã ++ Almon Memela – The Things We Do In Soweto ++ J.B. De Carvalho E Seu Terreiro – Fui Na Umbanda ++ Haruomi Hosono – Bara To Yaju ++ Erasmo Calos – Sorriso Dela ++ Dr. Alimantado – Ride On ++ Earth Girl Helen Brown – Feed Me ++ Whitefield Brothers – Weiya (Serengeti Beat) ++ Juan Wauters – Candombe ++ Peter Gabriel – Exposure ++ Count Ossie – Ruth One Mile ++ Piero Umiliani – Rite ++ Adrian Young – Starlights ++ Tone Scientists – Tiny Pyramids ++ Brahja – Keepers ++ Ill Considered – Djinn ++ Morphine – I Know You (Part I) ++ Robert Wyatt – Heaps Of Sheeps | art formless forming

[green-and-grey-kenaz]

Language: English

Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, muggle neighbour

Summary:

The knocking became more frantic, a rapid tip-tap tapping, and Sirius grabbed his wand. Anyone who knew him knew he preferred a quick, sharp ring on the muggle doorbell rather than repetitive knocking. And yet… anyone who wanted him dead wouldn’t knock. He opened the door and a figure stumbled back, swaying. A drunkard. Sirius almost relaxed. Then his eyes caught up with the evening’s darkness. He went to slam the door shut but Regulus reached forward, dripping with something dark. “I don’t want to live.”

Word Count: c. 3,500

[alleyskywalker]

First Sentence Meme

Continuing this from previous years… Put down the first sentence of every fic you wrote/posted this last year (2022).

Robb stares at the letter the raven had brought in utter disbelief.

They both have nightmares from the war.

Whores, drunkards and all kinds of city rabble crowded about, stumbling around drunk and boisterous in the poorly lit tavern as well as its general vicinity.

Daryn Hornwood has a mop of brown curls, the sort that hang in his eyes and get stringy when damp or unkept.

Draco shows up drunk and Theo really should have known.

“I must say, my lady, if your brother were to find out of this escapade, he’d be displeased. Especially of my part in it.”

Sansa had wanted so badly to go south with Father.

The first time Jeyne thinks about kissing Sansa it’s a childish fancy, more a game than anything else.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

She had been promised to Brandon Stark before the war.

“Do you like it?” Lily lays a hand gently over her rounded belly, smiling radiantly.

“My lady, I don’t know that this is a good idea,” Brienne ventures uncertainly.

Asha was not meant to be a caretaker.

All the ironborn knew that when they died, they went to the halls of the Drowned God.

When Regulus comes to him in mid November, suddenly appearing out of the dark, Sirius instantly knows something is very wrong.

“Mercutio! Mercutio, we have go!” Benvolio was shouting to be heard over the clanging of steel and cries of men in the street.

It’s too late.

The last trip they took before the war started was a road trip from Bavaria, through the Alps into Austria, around to touch Turin, southern France, and then a flight home from Paris.

“Tybalt Capulet DMed me this,” Romeo said, turning his phone so Mercutio and Benvolio could read.

It’s cold this far North.

Robb always knew, since early childhood, that he was destined to marry the Princess Rhaenys.

Robb's bannermen would be here in three days.

The most soothing thing, Theon finds, is being out at sea, just off the port in Harlaw.

“Barty, why are we here?”

“What do you think it means?” Robb asked, gesturing dubiously in front of himself.

The war was over.

Asha’s footsteps echo against the stone walls as she climbs the stairs to her father’s solar.

“You look…nice,” Theon says from the doorway, leaning against the frame, more relaxed than cocky or smug.

“Mercutio,” Romeo stares at him in something approaching horror but not quite getting there. “What happened?”

"Are you alright?" Robb asked, putting a hand on Theon's shoulder with a look of concern.

"Tris?" Theon strokes his cheek with the back of one hand, pleasantly cool. "Tris, wake up. Tris."

“Potter, don’t be an arse,” Lily pleaded in frustration.

“Must you look so…so…”

They tell him about the invasion first.

The first rays of sunlight touched the water in the east, making it sparkle, and turning the sky a rapturous pink and watery yellow.

Kyra wakes up as the sun is rising, soft morning light falling across the floor and the bed.

She bleeds the first time they fuck.

Sonya’s no fool, really.

Usually, when Robb disappeared, Theon did not bother to go looking for him.

They say the Dornish are of the sands.

I’m some day and a half ride out from Sunspear and I must admit that the nerves are starting to get to me.

Jace pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, hoping the pressure would ease the slow ache that had begun growing there and between his temples.

His aunt’s face is ashen and haunted, her eyes far away, the pain and misery that had filled them for the last few days having faded into a melancholy sort of acceptance.

Alicent saves him.

In hindsight, Theon really should have expected it, that this moment would come.

[regcorleonis]

Sirius ? Regulus ? Bella ? The whole Black family ?

Translation:

Thou who abruptly as a knife

Didst come into my heart; thou who,

A demon horde into my life,

Didst enter, wildly dancing, through

The doorways of my sense unlatched

To make my spirit thy domain —

Harlot to whom I am attached

As convicts to the hall and chain,

As gamblers to the wheel's bright spell,

As drunkards to their raging thirst,

As corpses to their worms — accurst

Be thou! Oh, be thou damned to hell!

I have entreated the swift sword

To strike, that I at once be freed;

The poisoned phial I have implored

To plot with me a ruthless deed.

Alas! the phial and the blade

Do cry aloud and laugh at me:

"Thou art not worthy of our aid;

Thou art not worthy to be free

"Though one of us should be the tool

To save thee from thy wretched fate,

Thy kisses would resuscitate

The body of thy vampire, fool!"

Baudelaire, Charles. Flowers of Evil

Drawing made by Edvard Munch

[embrassemoi]

James Potter who goes, “Cool, cool, cool-” when his crush agrees to spend time with him, either on a date or studying. He tries to act all cool in front of them but as soon as they leave, he's jumping around and fist pumping at the air. Depending on where he is, he might even shout, “Yes!!”

"Very cool... cool, cool, cool," he said repeatedly. James could hardly register his own voice, heart swelling, bursting — pounding so hard that he momentarily thought he was going to faint. He paid no attention to the Marauders, visible out of the corner his his eye laughing at him, but rather the girl standing before him. “Awesome!”

Nervously, James snaps his fingers at her. "Right, I'll meet you at the Black Lake? Saturday, noon?"

She gave a little nod, smiling sweetly at him before turning to walk away from him.

James blinked, frozen in spot as he smiled similar to a drunkard. "Holy shit..." he muttered under his breath.

"I think she broke him," Sirius nudged Remus as they approached him.

Remus agreed, poking James. "Prongs? Mate? You good?"

That snapped James out of his daze as he shouted, dragged his fist back and pumped it into the air. "Yes! Yes!" He twirled, rocking on his heels before doing a small jump. His sudden outburst garnered multiple heads whipping his direction. “What did I tell you all? It’s my lucky year!"

"No," Remus said to Sirius, watching James skip down the corridor to their next class, even grabbing (a passing) McGonagall's hand and twirled himself, dancing. "She just created a monster."

[olilah]

What happened at that party ...

Sirius: -Hi Snevillus, how delicious do you smell?-

Severus: -What's wrong Black? You are drunk!?-

Sirius: -It is possible, but you look very sexy. Drunkards don't lie...-

Severus: -Wait, what the f*ck?-

Sirius: -James and Lilly are together, maybe it's a signal for us to be together too...- 

Sirius: -Hey Sev, think what I told you ....-

Severus: -F*ck you, I'm leaving!!- Moves away from the place

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Lucius: -What's wrong with your brother Regulus? What did he say to Severus this time?-

Regulus: -You look very disturbed Severus... -

Lucius: -Tell me , I'll tell my father to have him expelled if you want!-

Severus: -I'm fine .. I just ...don't understand... -

who see my art, thinking "why does this person have access to the internet?"

--without the background--

Details-

[accimaginaryescapades]

Yup! most elves avoided cleaning that part of the castle to avoid being freed by accident. If she had talked to the, she might have found a way to improve things that they wanted, like starting a cultural expectation for wizards not to abuse house elves.

Dumbledore treated the Hogwarts elves well. They liked their home there. There was that one elf that was a drunkard from the shame of being freed as a punishment iirc, and there was the one from Sirius's household that was a jerk (and worse) to everyone except to wizards who treated him well and when he was treated well he was a good loyal little dude. It seems that advocating for good treatment of elves might have helped. Forcing them into a life they don't want did not.

I notice the bible has something like 'If you have a hebrew household slave, and during slave-freeing-time he decides he doesn't want to leave, put an awl in his ear and he will be the household slave forever. Allowing them to leave was mandatory. Leaving was not. Slave's choice. So sometimes, I suppose that happens with real human people too.

Even if you read thins and think "well, bible's full of crap so," It was still a set of documents they were using as a legal basis. Even if people were justmaking it up it must have seemed plausable or had to have happened before or something for them to write that.

I thought the hp slave thing was common knowledge

[sleep-i-ness]

Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor. 

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

:.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

:.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Date Night • The Marauders

(Gif not mine)

Request: Maybe like a poly!marauders x (she/her) reader where they just spend a day together :) like you can write smut If you’d like, but yea maybe they can go out to eat id like to see a dynamic in a poly relationship w them. Thank you!! Love your writing <3 — anon

Summary: Date nights are rare, but tonight, you go out for ice cream with your partners

Warnings: Food and eating!! The entire fic is about eating, so please stay safe! If you have a peanut allergy no you don’t. Also, if you’re lactose intolerant like me, uhhhh pretend there’s a potion for that I guess, kinda implied first Wizarding war, smallest hint of steaminess

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Remus=Ross, James=Chandler, Sirius=Joey, right? This took me like weeks to finish...but overall I kinda like it. Let me know what you think, and love you all ❤️

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The four of you very rarely had free time.

Between missions and meetings, you and your partners almost never had time off, and even when you did, one of you would still be busy. One of you would still be undercover or stuck debriefing the latest mission with Mad-Eye for hours.

So it’s weird to find yourself situated on the couch, Sirius’ head resting on your lap and Remus on the other end, stuck with his feet. James shuffles around in the kitchen behind you, stuck with dish duty after almost setting your flat on fire.

Sirius snuggles deeper into your thigh, evidently still exhausted from the previous day’s mission he was tasked with.

The flat is mostly quiet, the only sounds coming from Remus turning the pages of his novel and the ceramic plates clashing together as they get put away. The sun slowly sets outside, basking your living room in glowing orange in light.

You run your fingers through the mess of dark curls splayed out on your lap, always lustrous and soft to the touch. He hums deeply in approval.

A sharp clap from behind jolts you out of your peaceful thoughts.

You crane your neck to watch as James throws on his denim jacket.

“I believe that we,” He starts, eyeing the three of you. “deserve a date night.”

Instantly, a smile grows across your face. The last time the four of you had a proper date night, it was 1979 and Queen had just released a new song, which meant that Sirius needed to celebrate with all of you at the pub getting absolutely pissed.

Since you all joined the Order, all your free time has been sucked down the drain.

So that’s why the mere suggestion of the normally elusive date night makes you feel all giddy inside. You would’ve gotten up from your comfortable position to throw your coat on if it wasn’t for Sirius practically securing you to the cushions.

“But James...” He groans.

“Oh c’mon, Pads, we haven’t been on a proper date since—“

“Last year.” Remus interjects, shutting his book before placing it onto the coffee table. “But then again, you were too drunk for it to actually be considered a date.”

“Don’t blame me, blame Freddie and his Merlin given voice.” Sirius muses, still laying on your thigh. His fingers dance around your kneecap.

Remus slowly eases himself off the couch, joining James by the front door.

“Fine.” You hear James shrug. “We’ll just leave you here to suffer while Remus, (Y/n), and I go out to Florean’s.”

This seems to grab his attention, because he perks up just enough for you to slide out of his grasp.

You end up at Remus’s side, clinging to his grey jumper as you excitedly pull on your shoes.

“Ice cream?” Sirius asks, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Without me?”

“It doesn’t have to be without you, Sirius.” You retort, sandwiched between James and Remus. “If you get your arse over here, we won’t have to leave you.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” Sirius huffs, hands raised in mock surrender, dragging himself over to the front door.

He waves his wand, boots zipping out of the closet and slipping onto his feet, his dark leather jacket covering his white shirt on its own.

“What, are simple tasks too hard for you now?” Remus teases, lightly bumping his shoulder into Sirius’.

“We’ve got magic for a reason, Moons.” The shorter of the two rolls his eyes. “Might as well use it.”

Remus opens his mouth to retort but James swiftly interrupts their bickering.

“I swear to Godric Gryffindor himself, (Y/n) and I will leave both you gits here.”

There’s grumbling from the two of them, but it becomes garbled once James throws an arm around you and Apparates you to Diagon Alley.

Your brain feels like it’s spinning in your skull and your stomach tugs familiarly at your naval. Sure you’ve Apparated many many times before, but it’s simply not fun no matter what.

As per usual, Diagon Alley is loud. Children and drunkards laugh, spells and fireworks whizz passed your ears, people in heels trot across the cobblestone path.

It’s places like Diagon Alley that remind you why you love magic so much.

James’ arm is still heavy on your shoulders as you watch people in cloaks and tall hats rush by you.

There’s a startling crack behind you and you and James turn around to see your other partners. Sirius might have a few new purple bruises littered across his collar bones and Remus might have a smug look plastered across his face, but no one says anything. Remus throws the two of you a silent wink as Sirius hangs off of him.

“Gonna hold my hand, Moony?” James questions, his arm outstretched.

Remus eagerly takes it, fingers interlocking.

So the four of you are connected as you stroll down the street. Your face is buried into James’ denim jacket, the faint smell of grass stains and broom oil an already welcomed scent. In the middle, James and Remus have their shoulders rubbing together as they walk, James’ thumb most likely tracing figure eights between his knuckles like he always does. Lastly, it seems like Sirius had changed his position enough to stick a hand in Remus’ back pocket.

The sun continues to dip lower below the horizon, resulting in candles and lanterns being lit in every dark corner. Children are ushered inside homes and adults start to flock towards the pubs.

With the looming threat of dark and dangerous wizards, people aren’t taking their chances, safety in numbers and safety indoors being popular within the village.

Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor is lit up in a rainbow of colors as always, and the sweet scent of ice cream drifts through the air. People sit in crowds outside the shop, enjoying their treats on the sidewalk or some even spread out on the street.

“So what’re you going for today, Jamie?” You ask as your little group enters the shop.

A little bell sounds from above you, barely heard over the boisterous laughter and rowdy conversations that surround you.

Unlike you, Sirius, and Remus, James doesn’t have a signature flavor. He had to have a different kind every visit. So while Remus had already ordered his strawberries and cream in a waffle cone and Sirius is eyeing his peanut butter ice cream, James is still perusing his options like a little kid.

Your own ice cream starts to melt a bit while you’re waiting.

James squints his eyes at the names, despite his glasses already resting on the bridge of his nose.

“You haven’t done toffee apple in a bit, Prongs.” Sirius points, his finger making contact with the cool glass barrier.

“You’re right.” James hums. “Thanks.” He presses a quick kiss to Sirius’ stubbled cheek before ordering his ice cream.

There’s a small open table across the way, lit up by a few lanterns, which the four of you claim.

There’s a very slight breeze that makes you cuddle up to Remus’ soft jumper.

Desperate to talk about something other than the current state of affairs, James gets caught up talking the Wimbourne Wasps and their new Beater, Ludovic Bagman.

You watch Sirius, tongue poking ever so slightly out of the corner of his mouth, try to sneak a scoop of James’ ice cream while he’s distracted.

Attempting to hide your amusement, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth, feigning interest in the Quidditch talk.

You watch the spoon make an indent and it’s halfway to Sirius’ mouth before—

“Oi!”

The silver spoon freezes abruptly, and grey eyes widen significantly.

“Is that why you suggested toffee apple? So you could nick some of my bloody ice cream?” James gasps dramatically, mouth agape in shock.

“Where’re your manners, James?” Sirius retorts, licking his spoon. “Sharing is caring.”

His hazel eyes narrow. “I don’t know, Black, that looked more like thievery to me.”

“Well let’s take it to our very own Wizengamot, then.” Sirius loudly gestures to you and Remus.

“Well I’m sure that for a wee bit of ice cream, (Y/n) and I, as key witnesses to the whole event, can clear the air.” Remus smirks, biting into his cone.

Sirius swiftly pushes the rest of his ice cream across the table, not even trying to be discrete about his offering. You and Remus start to dig in.

“Bribery!” James shouts, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. “This trial is a load of bullshit!”

“Sorry James, can’t hear you over how good this is.” Remus remarks with his mouth full.

You lick your spoon, watching the theatrics.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” James straightens his glasses and runs a hand through his hair in playful frustration.

“Aw, Jamie...you want some of mine?” You pout, offering some of your own frozen dessert.

“At least someone at this table loves me.” James grumbles, sticking a spoon into your bowl.

Sirius sticks his tongue out.

“Hey, I never said Sirius was cleared of all charges.” Remus raises a scarred brow.

“What?” Sirius snaps. “But I bribed you!”

You snicker at his balled up fists.

“So you admit to the bribery, you might as well admit to the thievery while you’re at it.” He finishes the bowl, licking the last of it from his spoon.

“Oh how the tables have turned.” James smugly points out.

Sirius childishly pouts, opting to pick at his black painted fingernails.

“We should have date nights more often.” James chuckles, clinking your spoons together.

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[simp-per-ethan]

Some of my favourite (both painful and sweet) moments from ATYD

⚠️ Spoiler alert chapters 76 to 172 ⚠️

I wish I saved more but I either got this idea too late or wasn’t feeling like saving anything during the last parts. Phrases and lines I enjoyed (can you say so about the moments which hurt like a bitch?) the most are in bold.

“Anything for our Moony!” Sirius grinned again, and suddenly everything was back to normal, and the dorm room was just their dorm room, and these incredible people were just his friends.

- Chapter 76: Fifth Year: Moony & Co.

 “What happened to him?” Sirius asked, very quietly, “What happened to make him end up here, like this?”

“He got kicked out of St Edmund’s, two years ago,” Remus yawned, his eyes growing heavy. “Didn’t have anywhere else to go… can’t get a job because he didn’t do his exams at school. And I’m guessing he hasn’t got a proper address.”

“Remus?”

“Mm?”

“This wouldn’t happen to you, would it? Because you’ve got us.”

“Yeah,” he murmured sleepily, only half paying attention, “I’ve got you, Padfoot. Don’t worry about me.”

- Chapter 118: Summer 1977: Part 5

 “Tell me a secret? A nice one?”

Remus paused. He kissed Sirius’s hair.

“I’m mental about you, too.”

- Chapter 126: Sevenths Year: Christmas Part 2.

 “Rosmerta!” Sirius called out, raising a hand, “Another round, darling?”

“Right you are my love…” she called back.

“Flirt.” Remus nudged him under the table.

“I’m trying to get you drunk.” Sirius replied, piously, “As requested.”  

- Chapter 139: Seventh Year: Drunkards

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re magic.”

- Chapter 139: Seventh Year: Drunkards

“Anything for our Moon---”

Remus shut him up with a kiss.

- Chapter 143: Seventh Year: Breakdown

He didn’t want his only monument to be the whomping willow, or that godforsaken shack.

“How do ghosts happen?” He asked, thoughtfully, watching Nearly Headless Nick drift by, chatting with the Fat Friar.  

“Merlin, Moony, cheer the fuck up,” Sirius groaned, mouth full of chips, “You’d have to be dead to become a ghost. And I s’pose you’d have to die here, too, on school grounds.”

Remus shrugged. Dying at Hogwarts didn’t seem very likely, unless something dire was going to happen in the next few days.

- Chapter 149: Seventh Year: Legacy - Part One 

“But it's definitely him. Has to be.”

“You're sure?!”

“The first thing he said when he landed was ‘fuck’, I’m pretty certain.” Sirius snapped.

– Chapter 162: The War: Moony's Story

“Mm,” Remus shifted, making himself more comfortable, “Please call me Moony? No one has for so long.”

“Moony.” Sirius leaned forward and kissed his cheek very gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Remus smiled, slipping into a warm and happy dream.

– Chapter 162: The War: Moony's Story

“I know who you are.” Sirius whispered into the empty quiet of the dark bedroom.

“Hm?” Remus asked, sleepy and confused. Sirius pulled Remus’s hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers.

“You said you don’t know who you are any more. But I do. You’re my Moony. Always will be. Ok?”

“Ok, Padfoot.”

For now it was enough.

– Chapter 163: The War: Late Spring 1979

“Imagine that!” Mary said, clearing away tea cups and mugs of coffee left behind from an Order meeting, “Their kids are all going to grow up together, and go to Hogwarts together… it’s sort of nice, isn’t it?”

Remus nodded in agreement. He would have given anything to be raised by any one of these people; to have a childhood surrounded by magic and love and laughter.

– Chapter 168: The War: Spring & Summer

1980 

“It’s awful, not trusting anyone, isn’t it?” Peter said as they left that meeting.

“Yeah.” Remus agreed glumly.

“It’s necessary.” Sirius said. “And if I knew who the spy was, I’d kill them myself. I wouldn’t even need magic.”

Peter and Remus stared at him, shocked

– Chapter 172: The War: Summer 1981

 “Hello? Hello, Remus, is that you?”

“Mary? Hi! I just got back - where the hell is everybody?!”

There was a strange silence on the end of the phone, and a horrible static prickle ran down his spine. “Mary?!”

“You haven’t heard…”

“Jesus Christ, Mary, what?!”

“Remus… something awful has happened.”

She started explaining, and Remus fell to his knees as the whole world began to fall apart.

– Chapter 172: The War: Summer 1981