#sirius patrol au

[knockoff-conlon]

marlene and remus as a cop duo. very much good cop/bad cop.

she's covered in tattoos and piercings, her hair's bleached, she has big eyeliner on, she's all muscled and shit, her hands and arms are scarred up, and she's the rudest person you'll ever meet. she swears a lot and she back talks everyone she meets. she just says it when she doesn't like things, she's says it when she doesn't like you, she'll point out flaws. she just is a mean bitch and always looks angry. she ignores people, curses out other people, flips off other drivers. she's so mean.

and remus is her partner. he's tall and a little bit scrawnier. he has a big nose and glasses with stickers on them and hair that doesn't stay out of his eyes. he smiles a lot and, aside from the big scar on his face, looks very kind. he's always giggling, too. he stops to pet dogs on the street, walks people across the street, gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. he's very quiet and he's a bit of a geek, he has a little tardis tattooed on his hand. he crouches to talk to little kids and is just a ball of nervous, funny sunshine.

and they should logically hate each other and not get along. but they're absolute best friends. they work really well together and you can always see marlene sitting at remus' desk as they go over cases and do paperwork.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

HELLO I moved last week and I have no WiFi or service in my flat (posting from a coffee shop) so I apologise for the lack of posting.

However, this was meant to be for today's wolfstarmicrofic prompt Basilisk, but it's officially much too long because I've missed writing to post lmao, so it's not a microfic.

(Ravenclaw Remus AU.)

"Lupin, you're patrolling with..." Moody flicks quickly through his notes, "Black."

"Oh, er... Alright," he says with a shrug, trying to pass himself off as calm.

Internally? Every single alarm is going off in his head.

Remus never exactly... spoke to Sirius Black, or his friends. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors aren't really destined to interact, and Remus would have chosen death over joining the Quidditch team. That didn't stop him from being one of far too many people in the school that had a major minor crush on Sirius.

Sure, he knew that Sirius had grown up rich and pampered. He always held himself in this way that made him seem ten times more important than everyone else. That wasn't exactly helped by the fact that he was a Gryffindor. Lily, Mary and Marlene were the only Gryffindors Remus has ever really tolerated. The rest are all pretentious as fuck. Everyone knows that.

Still, for some reason, his brain would short circuit whenever he was so much in the same room as Sirius. He still lays awake at night, humiliated about the time he accidentally caught Sirius' eyes and tripped over the bench in the Great Hall.

Joining the Order wasn't even a question for him. Anything to help them win the war. He hadn't exactly expected Sirius to do the same, but it just makes him feel like he's back in school. Frustratingly enough for him, Sirius has only gotten more attractive in the year since they've left school. It hasn't really mattered until now, though. He's been pretty successful in avoiding him. It's probably helped by the fact that he isn't even on Sirius' radar, but this? He's going to set the strangest first impression on the planet.

There's nothing he can do about it, though.

That's how Remus finds himself waiting outside the Order house, fidgeting with an unlit cigarette.

"Hey, Remus!"

There he is.

Remus looks up, shoving the cigarette back into the carton. Sirius has stopped in front of him, running a hand through his hair and grinning at Remus.

Leather jackets look weird on literally everyone other than him.

Remus has to jostle his brain into functioning. He blinks once, before finally mustering a polite smile.

"Hi. Should we get going?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

They walk in silence for a while, moving from spot to spot and taking the odd note.

Until Sirius decides he's done with all of that.

"Y'know, I was hoping you'd join the Order."

"Sorry?" Remus practically stops in his tracks, turning to Sirius with wide eyes. Shock ripples through him.

Hoping?

"I mean, I had a feeling you would. I'm just... glad you did, I guess."

"I didn't even know you knew I existed," Remus confesses quickly.

Sirius actually does stop moving, grabbing Remus' forearm and stopping him too.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, really. You existed on this... separate plane. I mean, you were you. Everyone knew about you. Why would I be on your radar?"

"Remus," Sirius says slowly, eyes boring into Remus'. It sends a shiver down Remus' spine. "All I did was think about you."

"What?" Remus sputters, a strange mixture of confusion and shock overwhelming him.

"Oh, I had such a crush on you." He shrugs like it's nothing; like what he just said hasn't turned Remus' entire world on its axis. "I thought that was obvious, I mean... you're bloody brilliant. Ravenclaw prefect, running a study group-"

"I can't believe you've even given me a second thought," Remus says, a little breathless.

"Merlin, I did. I remember telling James that I'd fight a Basilisk for you." Sirius chuckles to himself, but Remus is losing control over his own responses scarily quickly. "I know you couldn't stand me, but-"

"Who said that?"

"Nobody had to." Sirius watches Remus, a little puzzled. "You're not the biggest fan of Gryffindors, right?"

Well, he's not wrong.

"Besides, you couldn't stay in the same room as me. You literally fell over yourself trying to get away from me before."

"Oh, God," Remus mutters under his breath, his face heating up uncomfortably. His one comfort has been that Sirius didn't notice him embarrassing himself every time he walked into the room.

"Sorry," Sirius says suddenly, releasing Remus' hand. "I didn't mean to- Christ, I've made things even more awkward, haven't I?"

Huh.

He's not as confident as Remus thought.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- let's just forget I said that. Finish patrolling."

No.

Remus doesn't want to forget. He needs to do something, before Sirius never speaks to him again.

Hurriedly, he grabs Sirius' hand, pulling him into an alley nearby.

Well, he's committed to it now. No turning back.

"Remus, what-"

He pulls Sirius in by his stupidly perfect jacket and connects their lips before he has a chance to second guess himself.

Thankfully, Sirius wastes no time in falling into the kiss. His lips are soft against Remus', parting just enough for their tongues to meet.

The kiss is everything he could have imagined and more. Sirius is somehow both tentative and eager and he tastes like cinnamon and fuck, Remus may as well have died and gone to heaven. His hand involuntarily slides into Sirius' hair, and he's rewarded with a muffled gasp.

Okay, maybe Gryffindors aren't that bad.

[swampthingking]

regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love

halloween au <3

struggling artist reg - dad james - baby harry

tw: regulus briefly reflecting on his childhood (u know how it be) and reg inquiring about harry’s scar

The thing about being a freelance artist is this; you take work where you can find it.

Unfortunately for Regulus, that means he’s found himself occupying the Halloween Fair from 12 to 5PM as the face painter.

Regulus didn’t understand people’s obsession around fairs.

Well, he understood them. The hazardous rides that are operated by people who are either half asleep, or recently graduated from high school. The funnel cakes and apple cider. The apple flavored everything. The pumpkin flavored everything (which Regulus can’t find it in himself to hate, despite his best efforts. He sips his pumpkin spiced latte and glowers.) The pumpkin carving, corn maze, haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted arcade.

And of course, the children.

Just because Regulus understands the appeal around fall festivals doesn’t mean he likes them. He likes autumn, of course. It’s his favorite season.

That doesn’t mean he wants to sit outside, under the flimsy protection of a questionable tent, painting the faces of squirming, sugar-addled children.

Regulus doesn’t dislike children. He just doesn’t quite know how to… interact with them. He tries, because in all honesty, kids are funny. But they don’t always like him. Regulus is grumpy; stoic. He tries to joke, but kids don’t love dry humor, sarcasm, or straight faced deliveries.

Would he like to share his life with a husband and a child or two? Of course. But he doesn’t want to raise a child just for them to despise him. He doesn’t want to marry someone just for him to be disappointed in the father Regulus might be.

But Regulus also knows he doesn’t have great parental examples to go off of. And he knows what not to do. Knows what made him feel small. He still feels the things said and done that stick with him; the scars he bears.

He’s spent hours painting pumpkins, bugs, princess masks, Spider-Man, those motherfuckers from Paw Patrol. More characters from the provided booklet he can’t remember, on so many faces he can’t remember either. But it’s money, and money keeps him paying his share of the lease with Sirius.

Regulus checks his watch. 4:53PM.

The fair wasn’t as busy as it was earlier this afternoon. The clouds were dark and scowling, but were far too cowardly to start actually crying. He stood from the cheap stool, stretching his back, reaching for the paintbrushes to start packing up.

The brushes had been provided by whoever hired him, but he still had an intrinsic need to clean them properly. He can’t stand the thought of paint cemented into the hairs of a brush. And these brushes are perfectly good still. Regulus wonders if anyone would notice if he stuck them in his bag—

“Do you have time for one more?” A deep voice asked from behind him.

Regulus turned to see a beaming child in the arms of a man, wearing the same smiles. The same dimples. The same curly, brown hair. Even the same glasses.

Regulus was absolutely freezing, and he was sure if he touched this kid’s face, he would start to cry because if it. He desperately wanted to beat the rain before it started pissing down, but the boy was grinning, and Regulus’ heart squeezed at the thought of taking that from him if he declined.

So he nodded and said, “Yeah, of course,” and rolled the table of supplies in between the chairs they’ll sit in.

The man set his son down, thanking Regulus while the boy hurtled himself into the rickety chair, climbing into it like he was scaling a mountain. One muddy, red Converse kicked up onto the seat to haul himself into it, his knee slipping as he planted himself on the cushion.

“This is Harry,” the man gestures to his son, who was busy inspecting Regulus’ paints, his nose almost touching the pallet.

Now that there was no line and the fair seemed predominantly empty, Regulus could relax. Could handle small talk. He paused gathering the brushes he’d been in the process of purloining to give Harry a closed lipped, but genuine smile.

“Hi, little love. I’m Regulus.”

The man slid some cash in the tip jar before sitting in the chair beside Harry, knees spread, elbows resting on his legs. “And I’m James.”

He reached out to shake Regulus’ hand, not seeming to care that it was covered in paint. It was warm and firm, long fingers nearly encasing Regulus’ whole hand.

Harry smiled up at Regulus as he took a seat in front of him, his knees bracketing the boy’s tiny legs as he kicked the air. He had a small gap between his front teeth, and after he clawed the hair out of his eyes in that aggressive way that children do—like they have a vendetta—Regulus saw a webbed scar on his forehead.

“Cool scar,” Regulus acknowledged.

No, Halloween Fair face painters aren’t mandated reporters, but he was dubious anyway. Regulus had been a child with marks. With secrets. Children Harry’s age love to talk about anything and everything. It was part of their development. Regulus wanted to see where Harry took him, or didn’t.

But Harry’s smile only grew, like he was eager to tell the story. An abused child probably wouldn’t do that.

“I was running through the forest, and allullasudden, I just knew—” Harry’s eyes were wide, demanding Regulus not look away. “I was around, surround—” he looked up frustratingly at James for help, and James only started to whisper the word before Harry cut him off, the word coming to him. “—sur-rounded by these guys! They were in these black coats. And I was running super fast because I was ini-vib-sible, and then I tripped. There was this tree. I fell. My head hit the ground so hard, and I fought them off and escaped and the guy really wanted my ring, and he was really weird looking. And then, I have a scar.”

So, the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings, with a personal spin.

Regulus liked him.

“Tripped and fell into a table,” James mouths, exaggerating his words so Regulus could read his lips. His hands cupped around his mouth so Harry wouldn’t notice him spoiling his story.

“Hmm,” Regulus ponders, draping a paint-stained rag over his thigh to distract himself from a smile. “I think I’ve heard about that. That was you?”

“Yes,” Harry says with conviction. James is looking at his son with such adoration that it makes Regulus’ stomach hurt. He has to turn away.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of the boy who saved the world.” Regulus mock bows to him just because he knows it’ll make him laugh. “Thank you for allowing me the honor to paint your face. Unfortunately, little love,” Regulus puts on a sulk. “the glasses will have to come off.”

Harry ripped them off one handed, throwing his arm out to James who was already reaching to take them. He folded the temples, tucking it into his shirt and letting them hang off the collar.

Regulus’ eyes may have lingered on the tan skin, and James may have seen him. The corner of his mouth was quirked when Regulus glanced back up at his face.

Oh, God. He was hot.

Regulus looked away, hoping the chilled, autumn air disguised the heat in his face. He turned to Harry, even as he felt James looking at him still.

“What are we painting?”

“Sméagol,” Harry says without a beat.

Regulus purses his lips. He would not laugh at this child. He would not laugh.

He sucks his lips into his mouth, his cheekbones aching.

“Really into Lord of the Rings right now, as you’ve probably guessed,” James offers, looking equally as affected as Regulus.

Regulus nods, turning away from them in attempt to turn his laugh into a cough. He fails.

He takes his phone out instead and pulls up a reference picture of the creature, then sets his phone on the tray off to his side. Harry glances down at it and smiles excitedly, legs pumping.

“Sméagol it is,” Regulus declares, mixing a grayish-tan into the pallet. “Ready?”

Harry flinches at the first few swipes of paint, but sits fairly still after he gets used to the temperature. He kicks incessantly, but they don’t land on Regulus, so he doesn’t mind. At one point, James asks permission to take a video to send to Harry’s mum.

Regulus hadn’t really let himself hope, but he was still a bit disappointed. He would get over it, he knew, but—

“Her wife is the one who’s been reading the books to him. She’s gonna be beside herself when she sees what he’s done.”

Oh.

Well, that changes things.

“Hm,” Regulus says, trying to keep his focus on Harry, and making him into the best Sméagol there could possibly be. But when he turns to look at the reference photo, he glances at James, who’s looking at him. James smiles softly, head cocked. Wondering.

Jesus Christ.

By the time Regulus finished, the sun was setting. He checked his watch. 5:26PM.

He wasn’t upset he’d stayed late.

Harry was the spitting image of Sméagol. Regulus has painted his entire face a warm grey, his nose a rosy pink, then added the wrinkles in darker grays and black, shading his face to take on the shape of Sméagol’s. He’d gently splattered brown freckles onto his face to look like sun spots. He even painted thin black tendrils of hair down Harry’s neck.

He was magnificent. Regulus’ favorite piece yet, truly.

James took more pictures, and Harry’s penchant for theatrics came to fruition as he crouched, feet and hands on the grass, crawling towards James like Sméagol does in the movies.

Regulus offered to take some photos of Harry and James together. James excitedly handed Regulus his phone, then scooped Harry up and propped him on a hip. Harry grabbed James’ hand, which was sporting many rings, and pretended to bite his fingers. It was futile, but James attempted to look terrified. He ended up cracking and breaking into a heart-stuttering smile, eyes squinting and cheeks giving way to dimples.

The pictures were adorable, naturally.

Harry broke character suddenly, gasping, a hand slapping on the top of his head. Regulus saw a raindrop sliding down from his hairline and wiped it away, just before it could drip onto his face and smear the paint.

“My paint!” Harry yelled, face contorting. Regulus had to look away from this glassy-eyed child with the grotesque face of Sméagol. The last thing Regulus wanted them to think was that he would laugh at a child’s sorrow.

To Regulus’ relief, James was also stifling his laughter as he set Harry on the ground, removing his own jacket to implement it as a shield above his son. The rain was picking up now into a light sprinkle. “Forgot an umbrella, babe. We’re gonna have to run super fast.”

“Daddy.” Sméagol-Harry looked up to James, sounding close to tears. “My paint,” he said, dejected.

Regulus absolutely didn’t think this through before he did it, but he said, “We won’t let your paint get ruined, love.”

He walked to his bag and rummaged around for his umbrella. He opened it and handed it to Harry, whose chubby hand wrapped around the handle, but wasn’t strong enough to hold it up against the breeze.

James and Regulus grabbed it at the same time, all three of their hands piled on top of each other. James’ was over Regulus’, so he couldn’t just pull away without ripping the umbrella from Harry, and he was absolutely not doing that.

James removed his hand with the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. He put his jacket back on now that his son was protected from the rain, thanking Regulus for holding the umbrella.

“Do you have another umbrella?” James asked once his jacket was zipped.

“Uh— no. But I can find one. I’ll ask someone. I’m alright.” He attempted to wave it off, despite knowing that he is anemic, and his fingers are already freezing.

“Okay, take this back, please. I can’t have you walking back in the pouring rain.”

“I’ll be fine. You guys take it.”

“Let us walk you to your car.”

Regulus cringed. “I… took the bus.”

James’ eyes widen. “You were going to walk to the bus stop, and then all the way home with no umbrella?”

“Yyyes?”

James raises a brow at him. He really hadn’t thought it through.

“Take your umbrella.” James goes to hand it back, then had to stop because of Harry’s death grip around the neck of it. James starts to, presumably, ask him to let go.

“What umbrella?” Regulus turns to pack up his supplies, avoiding looking at James. He knows playing this card probably won’t work but hopefully if he’s annoying enough, it will convince James to just take it. “I didn’t give you that umbrella. You came with it.”

James deadpans. “Okay, if you’re going to do that, we’ll just have to give you a ride home.”

Regulus spasms. “What? No, that’s— you don’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything. You asked me for a ride.”

Regulus gasps, but he’s smiling. Damn it. “Oh, you’re good.”

Regulus lives fairly close, about 10 minutes away. The ride is almost silent. The radio is low, and Harry talks all about their day, sparing no details. What they saw, what they did, what he ate, who he talked to, what he thought about the corn maze (“Why can’t I eat the corn? Why is it there then?” to which James responded, “It’s not for us to eat.” to which Harry responded, “Why?” to which James responded, “I don’t know, babe. I just know they asked us to not eat it.” to which Harry responded, “Why?”).

His little thoughts bounced around the car until they abruptly stopped. Regulus peeked into the backseat to see him sound asleep, his mouth open, head lulled to the side. The blue eyes Regulus had painted on his eyelids stared back at him, and Regulus began to regret his artistic choice.

As they drove, Regulus couldn’t help but sneak glances over at James. He almost doesn’t want to look at him, but he can’t seem to stop. He’s stuck between wanting to remember him and not wanting to look at him so he can forget his face easier. At one point, James glances back, the gold frames of his glasses glinting from the streetlights.

Regulus’s house is dark, the porch light Sirius left on for him flickering, when they pull up to the curb. Sirius has gone into a Halloween frenzy, and it looks like a Spirit Halloween vomited all over the front porch and yard. Jack-o’-lanterns line each step, the carvings depicting various faces. Waterproof fairy lights in the shape of ghosts hang from the oak tree, twinkling like the flames of a candle.

“Thank you for—”

“Maybe I could see you again?” James says quickly, like he’d been thinking of saying it for a awhile, but hadn’t had the nerve to.

Regulus looks over at him, wide eyed. James ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking endearingly nervous.

Regulus grins, all teeth, and James returns it. “I would love that.”

[theemporium]

a marauders zombie apocalypse au smsjdjdjdmdksksksksksks

thank you for requesting!🖤i have never really wrote a zombie apocalypse au before so i am so sorry in advance💀

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You barely remembered your life before the apocalypse.

Maybe flashes here and there: sunny days, green grass and spiked drinks shared between your friends as you joked and laughed. Your memories faded as the months passed, faces became blurred and voices became distant and you were pretty sure you were starting to make some of them up because they didn’t feel real again—they didn’t feel like something you could have possibly lived through. 

You had been with a large group of people, near the start when the outbreak started to infect the country. 

You were trained by your neighbour on how to use a gun. You would go hunting with the kind woman from the cafe down the street you grew up on. You did patrols with the neighbourhood kids you grew up with. 

And then you watched each of them die until your large group only consisted of you.

You pegged your survival more on sheer dumb luck over skill, but that was a fact you were happy to ignore as long as you were alive and…well, breathing. 

After your last camp had been overrun and exposed, you had fled as quickly as you could and didn’t look back. You headed north, thinking it was best to get far away from your last few campsites and didn’t stop until you reached the border. It had been days of hiking and setting risky, temporary camps in places that brought you little to no comfort but you no longer lived in a world that could let you worry about something like that.

This was about survival, not comfort.

It had been around six days since you fled when you stumbled upon an abandoned farmhouse, the only building you had seen in the last week but you weren’t one to focus on the facts. Luck had helped you survive thus far, you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

The muscles in your legs burned from the non-stop hiking, your lower back was killing you from the supplies you had been carrying and you were pretty sure you had blisters and chafing in places you didn’t even know were possible.

It would be stupid to fall fast asleep when you hadn’t properly patrolled the area or set up camp for a short time, but the exhaustion of the last few days of travel had knocked you out before you could even scramble around you backpack for the tin of beans you had nicked further south during your journey. 

When you woke up, it was hard to ignore the three boys standing around you. 

Out of instinct, you scrambled back as you reached for the shotgun you had by your side when you slept, your finger shakily finding the trigger as you stared at the three strangers. 

“Hey, hey, calm down,” one of them said—the one in the middle with wide shoulders, messy curls and round-shaped glasses—as he held out his hands. “We didn’t mean to startle you, love.”

“Who are you?” you snapped before realising that wasn’t quite the right question. “What do you want?” 

“We don’t mean any harm,” the man to his left said, this one was taller and had sandy-brown hair. 

“We just wanna know how a pretty girl found herself in our camp,” the final boy spoke up, the face of pure arrogance and charm and you felt your stomach twist a little at the smile on his face.

“Your camp?” you repeated, eyeing them warily.

“That is what I said,” the arrogant man replied and, without a care in the world about the weapon you had pointing at him, he kneeled down in front of you and thrusted his hand out. “I’m Sirius. Sirius Black.”

“Right,” you said in response, rather than your own name.

“That’s James,” he continued as he pointed to the boy with glasses. “And that’s Remus,” he said as he pointed to the taller boy.

“You’re very talkative,” you murmured, unsure of the last time you had spoken so much. There weren't many people to speak to when you were on your own.

“You’ll get used to it,” James said with a smile.

You raised your brows in response.

“You won’t really,” Remus added with a shrug. 

You didn’t really understand these boys nor did you know them, but you had an inkling that your lonely days of travelling and surviving wouldn’t last much longer with the three of them around.

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[elliemarchetti]

Had this angsty drabble idea from the lie Petunia and Vernon told Harry.

Jily muggle AU prompt:

“Hello.. Potters residence.”

“Is this Lily Potter?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“This is from the hospital. Your husband has been a car accident”

“N no.. he will be fine. He HAS to be fine!”

Connection (part 4)

I know I started Obsession and its spin-off for @jilymicrofics, and maybe it’s not right to use a prompt I received in my ask box for this part (anon, you can tell me to write it again in a different setting whenever you want and I will gladly do it) BUT when I saw this I thought it was too good to be true, so here we are.

Plot/premise for those who don’t plan on reading the whole thing (but you really should because it’s short and in my humble opinion worth it): James Potter is a detective involved in a high-risk operation that put his family under surveillance from a very dangerous organization, the Death Eaters.

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Lily rushed to the ringing phone, sure to find James on the other side, angrily explaining he couldn’t get out of the office but still sent a patrol to make sure they weren’t in danger, not more than they usually were, anyway. After they had hung up from their previous call, just under an hour earlier, Harry had fallen asleep, and continued to snooze peacefully in his crib, unaware of what his family and his godfather had been going through to make London a safer place.

“Hello, Potters residence,” she replied, the epitome of the perfect housewife, not too loud, proper, and detached. James had taught her not to be too friendly, so as to discourage anyone trying to sell her something or ill-intentioned people, and although the tactic hadn’t always paid off, it certainly wasn’t his fault.

“Is this Lily Potter?” asked a female voice, one she was sure she never heard before.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her heart already squeezing and missing a couple beats in her chest. “Who is this?”

“This is from the hospital. Your husband has been in a car accident, passersby heard him crash into a wall and called an ambulance.”

“N… no,” she stammered, before managing to stop herself. She needed to stay strong, to gather all the information before breaking apart and panic. “He will be fine?”

“It’s too soon to say, is there any way you can reach…” but whatever was said after, Lily hadn’t heard, her ears ringing so loud she felt like she was deaf.

“He has to be fine!” she exclaimed, shock, and terror, and a thousand questions flooding her mind. She needed to call Sirius, to get to her husband, and most of all to make sure he survived to see Harry’s first birthday.  

[ecklekecle]

when i listen to music i like to associate the songs (like the lyrics) to people/characters/times of my life (i also like to make lists), so here are some songs that lowkey remind me of Evan (probably specifically Adagio evan, (im sorry for making everything about adagio evan 😔)) and just like rosekiller in general idk. through it all - Sombr - honestly i think this reminds me more of barty (idk why) i think i might've just listened to this soo many times when I was reading Adagio

would've been you - Sombr - i think this is definitely Adagio Evan, for reasons i dont want to talk about. i heard this song before reading adagio, then after reading adagio, i was like, this song is so evan (to barty) skdjkjsdfhjk

Distractions - Wild Painting - this song, i think i've just subconsciously associated this song to rosekiller angst. Not even based on the lyrics or anything just on the vibe of the song, but i guess some of the lyrics work too

letting you in - awfultune - adagio barty... (after evan.. yk) (no cause the way this song actually makes me sad like what??? i dont even know what im doing with my life anymore sjfhkjdsf makes my heart feel heavy)

Paint -The Paper Kites - a little off track but with rosekiller there's also Regulus (and with regulus comes sirius) and this lowkey reminds me of them like i think some of the lyrics work with the Black brothers like: 'this house has never felt the same as before, it's never felt warm, never felt warm' and also 'I had to go back, had to go back' (works with regulus going voldemort i guess and sirius going to the potters idk) AND ALSO 'maybe we marry and we work out fine (with regulus or sirius comes James, this could work with jegulus).

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons - again not rosekiller but I saw a tiktok saying this song and I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons is Jegulus like band au maybe i cant really remember and like they have a little situationship thingo and write each other one these songs.. something like that? I've just been thikning about it since. I cant remember which song is who tho

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol - is ' if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world' not rosekiller?? i heard this for the first time at work and i was like, huh, this could be so rosekiller and ngl i think it is

Sleeping Patterns - Merchant Ships - I know i said this list is based off rosekiller but this song i just feel like would've been something regulus would listen to, he seems like the type of guy who would write something like this too tbh (ik it's about 9/11 but the vibes and some of the wording i feel fits into like the vibes ig idk) i dont think this is even al the songs i've associated with these fictional characters but it's what i've got so far yippee i think i could've gone so much more in depth with lyrics and things but i didn't want this to be too long so i didnt but i just have so much to talk about i think

[marylily-my-beloved]

Hi, I'm actually so nervous and unsure about interacting with anyone online so please forgive me if I sound too awkward.

I'd like to ask, what's your favorite ship and is there any specific reason why you love that ship? If you don't want to share the reason, it's alright. I'm curious and I'd love to talk about fanfics and everything related to anyone who doesn't judge.

My favourite ship..... Ok since I cannot pick one, I will pick a decent, good, normal human amount of like 3.... thanks for the ask btw

(these aren't in order at all sorry abt that :() (im also rlly sorry it took me soooooooo long to answer this :() (and sorry abt the typos I know there are a lot)

MARYLILY GRRRRR. I love marylily with my whole being, because #1 lily is such a baddie, I'm such a simp for her. I also really love Mary, but now on to the real stuff. I really love marylily because it was one of the first sapphic marauders ship I found (second to Dorlene), and I feel like it really resonates with me, especially in a canon sense. I really love it because they were like best friends in a way, and they definitly knew each other. I feel like it would start out with Mary being super jealous of everybody who got too close to Lily, thinking it just being her gut instinct to protect her friends, but eventually it devolps into something more. I also love unrequited marylily, especially from Lily's side at some point. I love the angst that comes with canon marylily, but I also love like non canon au marylily, like I love all MARYLILY. I also love them both, and the dynamic.

WOLFSTAR IDSHLFHISDFSDKLF. I love wolfstar with my whole heart and soul. It is the reason I got into the fandom, because I read ATYD, and then tcoptp and that is probably like my favourite wolfstar fic ever. I rlly like wolfstar bc to me I feel like its the og best friends to lovers and also like the mutual pining! the angst! Sirius in azkaban, the way they were in the first war? I eat up anything wolfstar, and personally I feel like romantically this is the ship I love the most with Remus and Sirius. I love the dynamic between them, like literally especially when Sirius like runs away from home and then like DLHDKLJFKLJLKFD.

Dorlily (bc I'm a sapphic lover FIRST AND FOREMOST) (and also I love almost any ship with lily... I'm a simp) I love dorlily because they are one of The Power Couples™ and they're both so powerful, in canon and fanon. I also really love it bc I feel like it would start with Academic rivals, and Dorcas staring to fall for Lily, and then Lily seeing one of the quidditch games and starting to fall for Dorcas? I personally hc Dorcas as one of the prefects in fifth (? or sixth?) year and they started dating during that time, when they had to patrol something together, and also like they would get together they would keep it a secret until they're friend groups kind of blended together (in fanon) and in canon honestly, when Dorcas joins TOFTP (the order of the phoenix?) and they would live together until they break up. I also love the angst that would come with unrequited dorlily, where when Dorcas dies, and Lily mourns her first love until she also dies.

sorry this took me forever @wolfstaranddrarry <3 thanks for the ask btw

[major-toast]

AU where A-Student Regulus Black is patrolling the corridors of the Hogwarts University TM when he hears sudden noise coming out of a broom cupboard. Not again, he thinks, appalled at the idea of once again stumbling across some students, who cannot keep their hormones under control. Without hesitation, he rips open the door, and here they come stumbling out like clowns out of a too tiny car, with their clothes rumpled and their hair ruffled; Evan Rosier, visibly irritated, followed by one perplexed James Potter; one horrified Wilkes alongside Peter Pettigrew, who is close to tears; Remus Lupin, greatly ashamed, and - much to Regulus' horror - Sirius Black. Smirking, Barty Crouch Jnr exits at last. His face is smeared with lipstick and spit still clings to his chin. He just had the night of his life.

[elysianymph]

For your fic asks:

5. sounds like everything I've ever wanted

also super interested in 4.

-Cress

already answered number 5, so number 4 it is!!

regulus gets obliviated. shit happens is really the best way to describe it. no voldemort au again bc i like to make things simple for myself.

regulus starts his 6th year off like any other. he's a prefect now and he takes his duties seriously, he's studying like usual, but he can't help but feel like something is wrong. like something is... missing?

he thinks he just needs to get used to being back at hogwarts again, but he knows something is definitely wrong when one night while out on patrol, james potter grabs him and pulls him into a broom closet. the guy doesn't even let regulus throw a hex at him because his lips are immediately against regulus' and when he pulls away he's talking about how much they've missed him, how happy he is to see him, how hard he's tried to get regulus alone but could never seem to get it right.

he's telling regulus that lily is just around the corner and should be with them soon and then they can catch up on what happened over the summer and sort it all out, but regulus is still reeling from the fact that james fucking potter just kissed him??? and he's leaning in for more?? and regulus fucking lets him do it because wow his lips feel nice

and then lily evans is opening the door to the broom closet and regulus is expecting a screaming match to start any moment, but no, she approaches them and pulls regulus down so she can kiss him too and what the fuck?? when she pulls away regulus expects some big reveal, some confirmation that this is all a misunderstanding or maybe he expects to wake up in his bed. that would be nice.

but nothing happens, they don't say anything, they don't seem confused at all, if anything they seem happy and content like this is all normal and like regulus' entire world hasn't just shifted on its axis. so regulus comes to the one logical conclusion: this is all some big prank that sirius orchestrated to get back at him. why he had to get two of his friends involved with kissing regulus is beyond him, but he's not really complaining.

as you can imagine, this isn't a prank but rather lily and james trying to continue the secret relationship they started with regulus last year. problem is, regulus doesn't remember any of it. i'll just say that having your secret boyfriend and girlfriend send letters that could be easily intercepted by a nosy mother wasn't the smartest idea regulus has ever had

[wondrlez]

Werewolf AU:

• Regulus is turned into a werewolf shortly after Sirius runs away.

• He's not outright disowned because it'd be disgraceful if the news got out.

• Regulus is sent back to Hogwarts and he's required to hide his condition, but he tells his friends anyway.

• During full moons he stays in the Come and Go room.

• His friends surprise him by brewing all sorts of health potions for him after transformations.

• Remus knows, because he can smell that Regulus is a werewolf. He keeps it a secret, because he respects Regulus' choices, but he gives him tips and sneaks out recovery potions for him.

• Because of this, Regulus can no longer sleep properly at night, so he falls asleep at the most inopportune times, at the most random places. James is constantly finding him like that, and especially when they're supposed to be patrolling as prefects.

• James is so endeared because he finds out that while Regulus doesn't talk to many of his peers, Regulus absolutely loves talking to the house elves, portraits, and ghosts of Hogwarts.

• Regulus thinks that because she's lost him, Walburga’s only hope for an heir is to somehow get Sirius back from the Potters. He'd be right.

[heartofspells]

Do you have any fic recs? Anything you've been reading recently? I'm done with everything you had on ao3 and i'm so starved for good fics 😭

First of all, let me just say thank you for scouring my AO3 collection. That means so much, you've really no idea.

Secondly, I am so sorry this has taken me so long! I've mentioned before that a lot of my favored fics are old, which means they take a while to collect as I've lost most of my old bookmarks. A lot aren't even on AO3, which makes it even more difficult to find them. Some aren't even available any longer, which is infinitely sadder, but I've gathered the ones I've been able to track down again. I hope you enjoy!

Exhibit A by minnow_53 - A tale told by a bedspread, full of sound and fury... A key witness recounts the events leading up to a murder trial.

Camp Rome by rhye - AU: Remus kills Severus and is sent to an internment camp in his fourth year at Hogwarts. James never forgives Sirius, and Sirius transfers to Durmstrang. At the end of the war, Sirius and Remus strike up an unlikely friendship that rapidly becomes something much more. (PLEASE NOTE: this contains no tags, but all warnings are the author's note at the beginning. Please pay attention to those. This is not a happy fic but it is GOOD.)

Ernie Ecklestein and the Completely Useless Trip by mindabbles - This isn’t exactly the morning after of Sirius’ fantasies or the first Order assignment he'd hoped for, but then one thing he’s learned is that very little is what you expect. Sometimes it might even be better, if you let it.

Any Wolfstar work by sheafrotherdon, but especially:

Abner of Astlegate's Most Splendid Pox - Remus is sick, and Sirius is nursemaid. Imagine . . .

The Great Mud-Dunking Tussle of 1978 (and other tales) - January 1978, and Sirius is visited by An Idea with big plans for the day. This is the story of the chaos that ensued.

Growing Pains by bigsadwolf - Remus wants a child, and turns out Sirius does, too. That doesn't make it any less scary, though. It's not just that Remus is trans - and isn't it weird for a man to carry a child? - it's more that Remus is fucked up in too many ways to count, and life is painful, and who even gave him the right?

On the other hand, Harry is perfect, and Remus has plenty of good people around him, to remind him that he, too, deserves good things. (Mind the tags on this one)

Hunger by @spikybanana - “Absolutely every way that a world could possibly be is a way that some world is.” [David Lewis] Every story is a world, and every world is real. Both Remus and Sirius had always been able to see each other in every world— except their own.

Early Morning, London Skyline by nerakrose - Sirius and Remus are patrolling the East English airspace when they get summoned for a top-secret mission.

[racfoam]

Some more nynn Deathly Hallows AU

The rest had taken off. Ili stirred as the thestrals and Sirius’ motorbike whooshed into the air. Harry placed her right hand on the dragon's neck, onto the scales.

Her ribbon was gone. It had been that way the entire summer. The words were bared to the world for a full month, and Harry still felt naked without the ribbon tied around her wrist. But there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Harry looked up into the dark night sky, watching it for any signs, hoping nothing happened. Nobody except the Order members knew she was being moved tonight... Voldemort probably had the wrong date... There was no need to worry.

A sudden chill raised goosebumbs on her arms and up her nape. Thunder rumbled high in the sky, flashing white.

That didn’t make sense... The forecast was clear skies, not a storm...

Then, again.

And again.

Harry felt she was going to be sick. Maybe they just bumped into two patrolling Death Eaters... Maybe it was just a short exchange of spells.

A sickening green light, up in the clouds, illuminated the sky and every thought vanished.

Harry settled her left hand flat on the scales, bent stomach-flat on the nape, pasted her legs tight around the width of Ili’s body, gripped the closest spike tight with her right hand, and thought hard, “Fly!”

Ili stood on her hind legs, craning her head up to the sky, where multiple colours were blooming. From here, they looked like fireworks, but Harry knew very well they were not something as simple as that. They were spells.

Harry thought again, focusing on the thread between herself and the dragon, created by the touch on the scales. Up! Fly!

Ili gave a hollow, reptilian bellow, and Harry thought it was over — Ili was going to throw her off and eat her for dinner — and then wind rushed against her face, and she felt the hind legs leave the ground, felt the great flapping of large, bat-like wings, its wing joints moving up and down behind her trainers.

Ili was flying nose-first, up toward the lights blooming across the sky. Harry was holding on for dear life, in every sense of the word. Ili was as fast as the Firebolt, streaking upward. The only surprise and advantage they had was the fact they were concealed and Ili may be able to maneouver easily through the chaos.

A sense of wonder momentarily filled Harry. She was flying. On a dragon. Were Harry not so terrified, she would have laughed in joy.

They were approaching the dark clouds now. The air grew colder, seeping into Harry's bones, assaulting her ears.

They erupted through the clouds, entering into the eye of the storm.

[augustheart]

3, 8, 14, 15, 20!

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

i don't know :( i like a lot of what i've written. however. when i think of my best work, the first thing that comes to mind is we're miles from way back when (quantum leap fic). and since it definitely ranks among my favorites, i'm using it as the answer.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

what project aren't i currently working on... i think the thing i have the most of is firestorm projects, the majority of which are divergent aus/what-if ideas (what if ronnie never got his powers back after stein became the elemental and left to travel the universe, what if gehenna wasn't the one to die in blackest night, what if the suicide squad's mission to capture firestorm was successful, etc). got a lot of jsa shit kicking around too, and some wrong earth concepts including one i'm pretty far into (probably 1/3rd of the way, which maybe isn't that much but is further than i've gotten for the others). i also have a doom patrol idea but if i wanted to write it properly it would take a lot of mental energy so it's on the back burner until i finish at least one of my other big projects.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

give it up for we're miles from way back when everyone! i'm linking it twice! but if it's cheating to use it a second time i'd go with anything from the weight of living. and all of this would preferably comics.

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

the vast majority are song lyrics or the titles of songs. the past handful have been from fairly popular songs but i do usually try to make it just a little more obscure. if i'm going to title chapters, i'll try to make it on-theme with the title (i.e. in come avarice, come attrition all the chapter titles are the titles of other decemberists songs, in sirius & canopus they're all constellations, etc) while still being relevant to the story in some way (to use sirius & canopus as an example again, chapter eight, "corona borealis" is our "cameron" chapter).

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

mmm... i don't think i can take credit for same stars, different perspective because it's a line from the comic it's based around, but that was the first one that came to mind. oh, given the context of the fic being about tyler my friend tyler i think epimetheus is really good! it's one of saturn's moons but it's named after a titan who represented hindsight, and... well, it's about tyler! the future justice league member who was the hero of saturn! trying not to be human and have hindsight and feeling guilt about not being able to protect his friend!

[inkymoon16]

Dusk Till Dawn

My new fanfic of a Marauders AU where they're in the Mafia is up on AO3!! Same username, same title :)

Summary:

New York. 1970s. Gangsters patrol the streets. Crime litters the streets just as much as cigarettes. Aurora Brooks is just trying to live her ordinary life. She never asked to be involved with one of the most dangerous and infamous mafia groups of the United States. When The Marauders find out that she's actually the daughter of their rival boss, they set plans to hold her for ransom. Under their constant surveillance, Aurora learns about her heritage and just how perilous her situation is. Of course, the constant bickering with the most wanted criminal in America, Sirius Black, doesn't help. Through one whirlwind of a year, they learn just how important love and loss can be.

Preface

[leogichidaa]

So in my Regulus lives AU, the Black brothers are actually collaborating (for the moment). I’m up to GoF, and Sirius is currently playing patrol at the third task w/ Dumbledore’s permission (he is free because Regulus caught him and Peter was prisoner long enough to be questioned and found guilty before he escaped from aurors). Regulus meantime is about to unmask fake Mad Eye. He thinks it’s Peter and he’s about to be in for a rude shock 🙁. I’m determined to find a way to lock them both in Grimmauld for Ootp so they can duke it out and hash out their differences. It will be the only way it’s gonna work because they’re both emotions avoidant.

Also a duel between Reg and Barty is imminent. In Hogwarts. 🫢

Oo interesting. Regulus finding out that Barty is alive and disguised as Mad-Eye and having a show-down with him at Hogwarts 🍿🍿

I'm very much in favor of locking the Black brothers in Grimmauld together and seeing what happens. Either they throttle each other or they reach an understanding and start repairing their relationship. Either way, it's bound to be interesting!

[spectralarchers]

Danish television: releases new documentary about the Sirius Patrol / Arctic Commando

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