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You know I can't stay away from your writing for long so here I am againnn....angst prompt 5 and fluff promt 10. Besties to loverss plsssss.....with either Sirius Black or Kaz I can't choose

No angst...I can't take it rnnnn 😭

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angst prompt five: “please leave before i lose myself to madness and beg you to stay”

fluff prompt ten: and it was when A watched B look at someone else the way they wanted to be looked at. does A realize how much in love with their best friend they were?

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kaz brekker x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warning: kaz has no romantic feelings for inej in this one, it doesn't have a specific time in the canon, i made up one of the characters, best friends to lovers (between the lines), mention of murder

summary: It seems that Kaz always expects you to read between the lines, even though you are a thief and not an expert in interpreting written texts.

a/n: whenever i see notifications from you, i feel like a happy golden retriever puppy, hello!!<33 i feel that writing anything with sirius would be easier for me in almost every way, especially since that character has been my favorite since childhood, but i wanted to try something new and i was thrilled with the chance to do so! (it's a mess)

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As you stepped out into the gloomy, rain-soaked streets of Ketterdam, you could felt the weight of the city's bearing down upon you. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, where crime and corruption were the norm, and where only the strongest and most cunning survived. The city's winding, labyrinthine streets were treacherous and difficult to navigate, with slimy cobblestones that seemed to shift and writhe beneath your feet. The stench of sewage and decay hanged heavy in the air, a reminder of the filth and squalor that permeated every inch of the city.

The people of Ketterdam were a rough and ragged bunch, with sharp tongues and even sharper knives. Every interaction was a potential threat, every stranger a possible enemy. It was a place where trust was hard to come by, and betrayal was always just a heartbeat away. And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the city. It was the only place where you've ever felt truly at home, where you could be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a feeling that both comforted and terrified you, and you knew that you'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

You hated Ketterdam with a passion, yet you found yourself unable to imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because you hated yourself too, the mere thought of being ordinary filled you with a deep-seated loathing. You had no talents, no skills that could make others look at you with admiration, and to make matters worse, you weren't your parents' favorite child either. That distinction belonged to your older sister, the Grisha who had always been showered with adoration and affection, even when she was away in the Little Palace, thousands of miles from home.

Your parents had always compared you to her, highlighting your shortcomings and making you feel like a disappointment. Even when she was gone, they treated you worse than they ever had before, as if you brought them shame just by existing.

Yet, in Ketterdam, your ordinariness was a blessing. As a member of a gang of thieves, you were the perfect fit. Your lack of beauty and grace made you unremarkable, allowing you to blend into the shadows and avoid attention. You moved with ease through the convoluted streets of the city, navigating its twists and turns, always keeping your wits about you. Of course, there were a times of doubts, where you couldn't help but think that perhaps being strikingly beautiful would be an asset to your profession, especially when robbing wealthy merchants who came to Ketterdam seeking to indulge in its illicit pleasures. But even then, you knew that such a gift would come with its own set of complications, and in Ketterdam, complications were the last thing you needed.

You pulled the hood of your dark cloak over your head, lowering it slightly to obscure your face. You didn't want to be recognized by anyone, but at the same time, you needed to keep an eye on your surroundings and react quickly if needed.

You hastily tucked your frozen hands into the pockets of your coat and quickened your step as you saw two men who were part of the Dime Lions. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized them. Lately, you had been avoiding these people more than usual, ever since you got into an unnecessary street fight with several members of the gang. They had made it clear that they weren't happy with you, and you knew that they wouldn't hesitate to attack you if given the chance.

But it wasn't just the Dime Lions that you were avoiding. Some people in Ketterdam knew about things they shouldn’t. It was no secret that rumors spread like wildfire in this city, and often found their way into the hands of those who would use them for their own gain. But in a world full of terrible people, you had to be worse.

You walked with no clear destination in mind, driven by the need to distance yourself as much as possible from the Crow Club. It was only moments ago that you had found yourself in a heated argument with the one person who mattered the most to you. His stubborn pride had come between you once again, making you curse his name to the heavens above.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife as you and Kaz stood facing each other, both seething with frustration. His eyes glinted in the dim light, anger etched deep into the lines of his face. What had started as a minor disagreement had quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, fueled by the unspoken feelings that both tried to hide.

“You don't understand, Y/N,” Kaz growled, his voice low and scratchy. “You never do. You're always off on your own, thinking you know what's best for everyone. You can't keep taking unnecessary risks. It's not just your life on the line.”

“I know that,” you snapped back, your eyes flashing with anger. “But we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We need to take action if we want to survive.”

“Of course we need to take action,” Kaz shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm not saying we should do nothing. But we need to be smart about it. We can't rush in blindly. That's why I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Sometimes being smart means taking risks. That's how we get ahead.”

A heavy silence hung in the air between you, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your clothes. Kaz's gaze bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

His jaw tightened, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “Do whatever you want. But don't expect me to follow you blindly into danger.”

You took a step closer to Kaz, your eyes blazing. “I don't need you to follow me, Kaz. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand on his cane for support. “Then go ahead and do that. But please, leave before I lose myself to madness and beg you to stay.”

Your chest tightened with hope as Kaz's words registered in your mind. Could it be that he actually wanted you to stay? But your hopes were dashed as you saw him turn his back and begin walking away. The urge to call out to him, to make him admit his feelings, consumed you, but you knew it was pointless. Kaz Brekker was not one to bare his soul.

With a frustrated growl, you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. Without another word, you turned and stormed down the stairs. Ignoring Jesper's questioning gaze and Wylan's confused expression, you burst out into the rain-soaked streets of the Barrel, letting the cool droplets wash away your anger and frustration.

Your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions as you walked, all directed towards the one man who had the power to make you feel so much. Kaz's words echoed in your head, spoken in his rough voice, which usually sounded like the most beautiful melody to your ears, but now it was a curse that tormented you and did not allow you to find peace.

“I don't need you, Kaz. You're the last person I want,” you muttered under your breath, and as if fate was playing a game, you bumped into the very person with whom the whole argument began. What a coincidence.

You lifted your gaze, and your eyes met with the one who infamously called himself Ketterdam's most dangerous person. Although he didn't know you, you were familiar with him well enough to know that he would want to have you with him despite your undistinguished appearance and lack of special skills.

In a rush of panic, you lowered your head, feigning humility to mask your face. “I apologize, sir,” you began, trying to hide the hint of fear you could sense in your voice. “I should be more careful.”

The man smirked, his eyes scanning over your form. “It's no problem, sweetheart,” he said, his voice oozing with arrogance and entitlement. “But you should watch where you're going. It's not safe to be wandering around these parts alone.” His hand brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You flinched at the touch, trying to pull away from him, but then he grabbed you. You knew what type of man he was, and the last thing you wanted was to be alone with him in a dark alley. You tried to think of an excuse to leave, but before you could say anything, the gravelly rasp of a familiar voice interrupted.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Kaz's voice was calm and controlled, but there was an underlying threat that made the man release his grip on you and take a step back.

“None at all,” the man replied smoothly.

Kaz stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “I suggest you leave the lady alone then.”

The man scoffed. “I suggest you mind your own business, boy.”

Kaz's hand, covered with a leather glove, tightened on the crow's head ornamenting his cane. “I'll make it my business if I see someone harassing a woman in my city.”

The man sneered, clearly not intimidated by Kaz's threat. “Your city?” he asked with a hint of derision, studying Kaz more thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if he had just connected the dots, he added, “Last time I checked, it was still called Ketterdam, not Dirtyhands's kingdom.”

Kaz's expression didn't change, but you could sense the tension in the air. “Believe what you want, but if you don't leave now, I'll make sure you regret it.”

The man seemed to consider his options for a moment before finally releasing a grunt of annoyance and walking away, oblivious to the inevitable fate that awaited him regardless of his decision. Death was the only possible outcome and the only variable was who would carry out the execution.

Finally, the man was out of sight, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Kaz turned to you, and you met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and anger. Despite feeling indebted to him for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his interference. “I didn't need your help,” you said, trying to sound confident.

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It sure looked like you did.”

You glared at him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He had seen you in a moment of vulnerability, and you hated yourself for it. “I could have handled it,” you insisted, although you knew it was a lie. You couldn't have handled the situation on your own. You were a skilled thief, but you lacked the physical strength to overpower a man twice your size. You were not armed with revolvers, nor did you possess the abilities of a Corpsewitch. You were just an average person, with quick fingers and the ability to pick locks, nothing more.

“How did you know where to find me?” you added.

“Did you think I wouldn't follow you? I had a feeling you'd get yourself into trouble, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was grateful that Kaz had your back. “And what about-”

“Inej will take care of him,” he said, cutting you off, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the matter any further. “Let's head back to the Slat. You're soaked.”

Kaz started walking away, disappearing into a dark alley without waiting for you. You sighed and followed him, feeling the dampness of your clothes sticking to your skin.

The walk back to the Slat was silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestones to fill the air. As you entered the place, you immediately noticed the curious looks of your crewmates. Jesper was there, even though he usually preferred gambling at the Crows Cub and Matthias stood at the top of the stairs, watching you with his arms crossed. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to return, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Ignoring the greetings, Kaz announced, “You'll never guess who Y/N met.” The room fell silent, and Kaz removed his hat as if to emphasize his point. “Antoon Beudeker.”

A hum of surprised sounds ran through the room, and all eyes turned to you. You felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. You had been trying to track down Beudeker for weeks, but he always managed to slip away from you, as if someone in the Dregs was tipping him off about your plans.

Nina spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you mean by that?”

Kaz looked at you, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “A talent for stealing isn't Y/N's only skill. As you can see, the talent for trouble far outweighs it.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Kaz's gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. You knew you had made a mistake by bumping into Beudeker, but it wasn't even your fault. All you wanted was to cut yourself off after the argument with Kaz, and now he was the one who was right again.

Wylan's voice carried through the quiet room, breaking the tension. “What are we do with him now?” he asked, but no one answered, assuming that it was up to their missing Wraith to handle the situation.

Jesper's frustration boiled over, and he jumped up from his seat. “It's not fair!” he exclaimed, pointing his revolver at the wall. “I was the one who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.”

Matthias stepped forward, before anyone reacted to sharpshooter's words, his expression serious. “We need to figure out who's been leaking our plans to Antoon. This could be dangerous for all of us.”

“I agree,” Nina added. “We need to find out who's been betraying us and deal with them.”

Wylan's voice piped up, “What if we set a trap?”

Kaz nodded, considering the idea.

“We could feed different information to each member of the Dregs and see which version gets back to someone who will claim to be Beudeker now. That way, we'll know who we can trust and who we can't,” you suggested.

Nina grinned. “I like it. And if we catch the traitor, we can make an example out of them.”

Jesper's eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I'll provide the entertainment.”

Matthias shook his head. “No, Jesper. We can't take the law into our own hands. We'll handle the traitor according to our own rules, but we won't kill them.”

Jesper shrugged, disappointed but not arguing. “But killing is our rule, Helvar.”

Matthias's expression darkened, but before he could reply, Kaz spoke up. “That's enough. We're not discussing this any further. We need to focus on finding the leak first, not arguing about how to deal with them.”

Jesper and Matthias both looked at Kaz, but neither of them said anything. The silence in the room was heavy with tension, and you could sense the frustration emanating from Jesper and the anger radiating from Matthias. Kaz's tone had effectively shut down the conversation, but you knew that it was far from over.

“We'll start investigating tomorrow,” Kaz's voice filled the room again. “For now, let's all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

As Kaz's words faded away, the tension in the room dissipated, and everyone began to go their separate ways. You hesitated, still reeling from the events of the evening, unsure of what to do next.

Sensing your unease, Kaz approached you, his expression serious but not unkind. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice low. “But we have a job to do, and we can't afford to let our emotions cloud our judgment. I need you to be focused tomorrow, do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling a bit guilty for today’s argument. “Yes. I'll be ready,” you replied, determined to not let him down.

Kaz gave you a small nod of approval before turning to leave. You watched him go, listening to the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the panels. The weight of his words settling on your shoulders. It was true that you couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way of the investigation, but it was easier said than done. The events of the evening had shaken you to your core, and you weren't sure if you could push them aside so easily. Life in Ketterdam has been hard, but never before has such danger reached you directly.

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to your room, hoping that a good night's rest would help clear your mind.

You were surprised to find the Antoon's spy so easily, feeling foolish for not discovering it sooner. Despite the setback, the mood in the Crow Club remained peaceful as the days passed. The seventh of you sat together, planning your next move and gossiping about Ketterdam's richest people. Kaz seemed more relaxed than usual, and even Jesper and Matthias were on their best behavior, seemingly content to simply enjoy the moment of peace.

As the night wore on and the group's conversation continued to flow, you couldn't help but notice Kaz's eyes on you. You caught his gaze a few times, and each time you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. It was a feeling you had been trying to ignore for a while now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing day.

As you turned to look at Jesper, who was recounting a funny story, you noticed Kaz's expression change slightly. It was a subtle shift, but you could tell he was suddenly distant, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, Kaz stood up and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around at the others, confused, but they simply shrugged and continued their conversation. You followed Kaz up the dimly lit hallway to his office.

Once inside, Kaz closed the door and motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling a bit nervous. Kaz took a seat opposite you, resting his cane on the desk, right next to the chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his desk.

His expression was serious, but not unkind. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice low. “I've noticed that things between us have been a bit... different lately.”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Different how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I think you know what I mean,” he replied, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was talking about. “Kaz, I...” you began, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of the situation,” he said, his tone even, then he paused for a moment. “You know, Y/N. I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to care for someone. To really care for someone,” he looked directly at you, his eyes intense, emphasizing the weight of his words. “And I've come to the conclusion that there's no one I care for more than you.”

You were completely taken aback by Kaz's words. You had never heard him express his feelings so openly before. Your heart raced as you searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but you found none. You were overcome with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.

His heart sank as he watched you gaze at Jesper with a look of admiration and affection earlier, even if you two were just friends. It was then that he realized how deeply in love with you he truly was. He had been trying to ignore his feelings for you for so long, but seeing you look at someone else with such tenderness was too much to bear.

Kaz carefully chose his words, wanting to express his feelings without being too direct. “I've been thinking about our friendship,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I value our bond more than anything else in the world, and I want to make sure that nothing ever comes between us.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked genuinely confused by Kaz's sudden openness.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost uncomfortable, “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you know how much you mean to me,” Kaz said, his eyes meeting yours. “There's no one else I trust or care for more than you, Y/N.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity and depth of emotion behind them. You knew that he was a man of few words, and when he spoke, it was always with a purpose. It was hard to reconcile this Kaz with the cold and distant one you had grown accustomed to over the years.

You couldn't help but feel that there was an underlying message in Kaz's words, something that he wasn't explicitly stating. Your intuition was telling you that there was more to the story than what he had let on. You couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss.

“Kaz,” you began, your voice hesitant. “Is there something else you want to tell me? Something that you're not saying?”

Kaz's expression remained neutral, but you could sense a hint of discomfort in his demeanor. You knew that he wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised that he was hesitant to open up to you completely.

“I've said what I needed to say,” Kaz replied, his voice flat. “There's nothing more to it.”

His reply felt like a dead end, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You knew that he was a complex person, with layers that even you couldn't fully comprehend, but you couldn't shake off the sense that he was still holding something back. Nonetheless, you tried to put on a brave face and show your gratitude for his honesty.

“Okay,” you said, rising from your seat. “I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Our friendship means the world to me too, Kaz.” You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but you knew that you needed to be patient and let him come to you when he was ready.

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[natti-ice]

The Blind Date- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Hogwarts annual valentines party has a twist. A test that pairs you with the best match

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Valentine's day.

The one day of the year card and candy companies thrive. Couples around every corner, corny love songs on the radio. The perfect day to make all single people feel bad.

This year at Hogwarts they have decided to do a cupid event. Sixth and seventh years who are interested, take a test to see which student they are most compatible with. Each pair can attend the valentine's party together the following week. Most students were excited to be paired with someone, and then there was Y/N,

"Come on Y/N it'll be fun." Lily Evans said dragging her friend into the great hall

"No no, it won't" Y/N protested

"And why is that?" the redhead questioned

"Going on a blind date isn't really my style"

"Lighten up Y/N, who knows maybe you'll meet the one" James Potter chimed in as he sat down wrapping his arm around his Girlfriend Lily

"Right, maybe you won't be so lonely. Honestly, it's getting depressing." Sirius Black said strolling alongside his best friend James.

"Shut up Black, Why are you two here anyway?" Y/N asked the boys

"I came to see my Lily flower" James gushed causing Sirius and Y/N to make faces. Earlier this year James and Lily became an official couple, Ever since they've been inseparable.

"Ew. I'm here because I don't have a date this year, couldn't pick one" Sirius said shrugging

"How humble of you" Y/N said sarcasm in her voice

"Attention please students," Dumbledore announced to the great hall. Heads turned to face him faces full of wonder. "As most of you are aware, we will be hosting a Valentine's party this 14th. For all the sixth and seventh years who are interested in being paired with a date, please see Professor Flitwick for a compatibility test"

"I think it's a great opportunity to put yourself out there Y/N" Lily said wanting to get her friend out of her comfort zone.

"Fine okay I'll do it" Y/N agreed in hopes to get Lily off her back about it. She hesitantly stood up, walking over to the growing line.

She hoped that she didn't get some creep who only tries to get in her pants. Please not Gilderoy Lockhart she thought. Patiently waiting to get the test, glancing around to see all who were in line. Turning around she comes face to face with Sirius Black.

"So who do you want to get?" Sirius asks her

"anyone, I don't care" she lied

"What if you get me?" he smirked

"okay anyone BUT you" she grinned at him

"Ouch, I'll have you know I am the best date anyone could have." he said pretending to be offended

"Oh yeah I bet" she said rolling her eyes. It was her turning in line, thanking the professor as he handed her the paper. Taking it back to her table to fill out the form, pulling out a quill. Filling in the basic information, name, grade, house.

Okay, first question "what's your favorite color?" she read in her head. Easy, Y/F/C. This won't take long, she thought.

She was right, it took her about 5 minutes to fill it out. Walking back up to the table to turn in her paper.

- February 13th

The day before Valentine's Day, the results of the test come out.

Nervously a group of kids walks up to the bulletin board to see who they've been paired with. Most were happy about their partner, others were nervous, some were just confused.

Y/N saw the crowd and knew the list must've been posted. She worked her way through the swarm of people to find her name, scanning it carefully.

Y/N L/N ..... Sirius Black

You have got to be kidding me, she mentally groaned. Of all people, it had to be him. Maybe she could get it changed before he found out. Moving through the sea of people once again.

"Well, it looks like we matched after all" Sirius said leaning up against the wall with his signature smirk.

"You seem awfully happy about this" Y/N said with a questioning eye.

"I just think it's kind of funny" he replied with his hands up in defense. "You seemed so confident we wouldn't be paired" Sirius said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Did you copy my answers or something?" She lightly knocked off his arm.

"Of course not, I never cheat on test" he said defensively

"Really?" She furrowed her eyebrows

"Okay okay maybe once or twice but not on this, I swear" He crossed his heart "don't act like this is the worst thing that ever happened to you"

"It kind of is" she said playfully

"Oh please, do you know how many girls would kill to be you" he matched her tone

"They can have you"

"But in all seriousness, do you want to go to the party with me?" Sirius asked slightly hoping she'd yes

"Well" she sighed "I did promise Lily I would go with a date so, I'll go with you." She agreed

"Fantastic! I promise I'll make it worth your while" he grinned from ear to ear sending her a wink.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" Y/N says walking off

"It's a date!" Sirius yells into the hallway knowing he'd embarrass her

- "Are you excited about tonight Y/N?" Lily asked Y/N walking out of their last class of the day

"Terribly" she replied with a straight face.

"I'm sure you'll have a great time, but you know what this means right?" The redhead said with a mischievous smile

"What?"

"Make over time!" She was ecstatic

"Yay" she faked excitement. But honestly, a makeover didn't seem THAT bad

- As the night approached, the tension in the air rose. Everyone was nervous about this big group date the school has decided to have. What if it's totally lame and they're stuck with awkward conversation for hours?

"Okay, I'm ready to see myself now" Y/N said impatiently, antsy from sitting in a chair for so long

"Alright alright, open your eyes" Lily told her friend

Opening her eyes allowing them to adjust, glancing at herself in the mirror. Lily had only done light makeup that enhanced her already beautiful face. "Wow. I look quite pretty." Y/N said admiring Lily's work

"You always look pretty Y/N" Lily spoke genuinely "Now, go get dressed the boys will be here any minute"

Doing as told,  putting on an outfit she thought was "fancy" enough for the occasion. It was a school function so, not fancy at all.

A rapping on the door in an unrhythmic beat told the girls one thing. James is here.

Lily opens up the door and is greeted by 2 slightly spiffed young men. "Greetings miss Evans, are you prepared for our gala this evening?" James said in a posh accent. Taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently, causing Lily to blush

"Gross" Sirius commented "Is Y/N here?"

"Yeah she's just getting dressed"

"Hi boys" Y/N said walking out of the bathroom. Lily and James head out first leaving Sirius and Y/N alone.

"I must say, you look very beautiful tonight." Sirius told the girl

"Thank you, Mr. Black" she said mocking his friend

" Are you ready madam?" He offered her his arm

"Certainly" accepting his gesture

- As one could expect, school parties are lame. Sappy songs couples awkwardly slow dance to. That one teacher who thinks they're one of the kids. And of course the infamous punch bowl.

"I knew it would be bad but not this bad" Sirius cringed

"Most of the paired couples didn't even show up." Y/N stated

"Do you want to get out of here?" Sirius suggested

"Gladly"

Walking out of the hall, they figured out why some of the couples didn't show up. They were in the halls, snogging.

"Looks like Hogwarts is a great matchmaker after all" Y/N stated not sure to believe it or not.

"Yeah I guess you could say that" The boy replied

Wondering the halls, discussing the uncomfortable things that were seen at that said "party". Eventually, the two make their way into the Gryffindor common room. A few younger students were scattered around probably catching up on homework, sitting on the couch not knowing what to do. Sirius came up with an idea.

"How about a game of wizards chess?" He asked

"Sure, let's play" she agreed

"Good, if I win... I get to kiss you" Sirius said calmly

"You're crazy" Y/N said dismissing the entire idea

"C'mon, afraid you'll lose?" He challenged

"Alright Black you're on. If I win you have to run around the halls in a ballerina outfit, deal?"

"Deal."

- A tough neck and neck game of chess with great concentration and skill led to one's defeat. As Y/N's pawn captures Sirius' king, victory overcame her.

"Checkmate Black, time to get your tutu"

Accepting his defeat and holding his deal of the bargain, he ran around the school acting like a ballerina. He actually kind of liked it, but you didn't hear that from me.

Y/N's stomach hurt from laughing so much. She was glad he didn't get upset with the deal, he was so lighthearted and good-natured. It was hard not to like him.

After Sirius retired his ballet flats, it was already late. This "date" had come to an end, Y/N felt a little sad but didn't know why.

"I should probably go to bed, but I had fun tonight, really" Y/N smiled

"I'm glad you did, I thoroughly enjoyed your company" he brought back the fake posh accent. "Goodnight m'lady" he bowed

"Goodnight good sir" she curtsied.

"I still can't believe you beat me at chess, who knew you were so good" Sirius laughed

"We all have our secrets" she shrugged. Standing on her tippy toes giving him a small peck on the cheek. "Goodnight Sirius"

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[sebbianas]

marauders band au headcanon

when they got big and would have sold out concerts james would always cry during the concert. it became such a regular thing that the fans crowns the area that made james cry the most (its always the london concert)

regulus regularly attends their concerts and fans loves to play the game “spot the lionheart”

sirius and remus regularly flirts in every interview, posts, concert, music vids, anywhere and they never confirmed or deny the dating rumours they only confirmed by posting a pic after their wedding

peter is the most active online. he loves interacting with the fans on twitter, posting random vids on tiktok, teasing the fans with short clips of them recording, and commenting on random vids (usually tags james on marauder memes)

fans immediately knows when a song is written by remus. from the 1st line they knew immediately. the band doesnt know how they knew but they just do (remus’ songs usually ends up in depressing playlists lol)

sirius directs all their music videos, album covers, photoshoots and more. he also works closely with the outfit team and makes sure their outfits matches the marauder’s personality

their 1st hit song was written by remus and james. the title of the song was glorious star and it was about the black brothers. the fan fave line is “you shine brighter than your name / i cant ever look away” and “i want take you from the sky / hide you in my heart”

peter’s songs always ends up on tiktok and gets used as a sound and he loves dueting all of it

#marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #marauders band au #starchaser #sunseeker

[wearingaberetinparis]

You've Got A Friend In Me - 1/5

Written for @mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week. Part 1/5. Sometimes friendship can be found in the unlikeliest of places, with the people you least expected to befriend...

If there was anything she hated more than she did her sister’s ability to whisper-call her a freak without her parents – being in the same room even – overhearing, it was the sight of the two Gryffindor boys – the banes of her existence – standing just outside McGonagall’s classroom. One’s presence was valid, the other’s aggravating and – she didn’t doubt this for a second – orchestrated so as to maximize her trauma. She was about to serve, after all, her first ever detention and if she knew anything about the two classmates that were waiting for her, it was that they had mastered the skill of gloating, had practically turned it into an art form. “Please don’t make things worse,” one of them - the 15-year-old bespectacled wizard - begged the other. His hand tugged at the curls on top of his head, while he looked at his friend with a degree of most uncharacteristic solemnity. “If I’m to have any chance whatsoever, I –” “Evans!” Sirius Black, wearing a positively shit-eating grin, exclaimed. Potter – for some reason or other, she couldn’t fathom it being out of any sort of embarrassment related to his causing her to get stuck in detention with his best friend – flushed, his mouth pressed into a thin line now. “How lovely to see you! You seem even more foul-tempered than usual, may I add.” Black included the latter as if it was a compliment of the highest order and not the clear insult she knew it to be.

Read on AO3 HERE!

#blackevans bff week #mppmaraudergirl #blackevans #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #blackevans fic #jily fic

[heartofspells]

Tuesday Snip Snip

For not other reason than the fact that I want to share this.

Tagging: @tracingpatternswrites @spikybanana @maybebabyplease

Harry is seated against the wall, knees drawn up towards his chest, wedged just behind the door. He's got a piece of paper pressed on top of a book, a pencil scribbling doodles over the surface, his head bowed. The boy shrugs one shoulder, not instantly responding.

Crouching down in front of him, Sirius cranes his neck, peering at the drawings.

"What're you making?"

Green eyes half-hidden behind glasses flicker up to Sirius' face before dropping again.

"Treasure map," he mumbles.

"Ah," breathes Sirius, shifting around until he's beside his godson. "What's the treasure?"

Harry glances at him from the corner of his eye, his head dipping further over the paper, his scribbles increasing.

"Mum wouldn't let me have any of the biscuits she made earlier for after dinner," says Harry, voice lowering to a near whisper, like he's sharing the most precious of secrets. "So, I took the whole tin and hid it."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Sirius tries his best not to laugh. A small hiccup escapes before he can rein it in, and Harry's shoulders relax a little.

"I see." Sirius pauses for a second before his eyebrows lift high on his forehead. "Hang on a tick, you're not only punishing your mum by nicking them. Those were meant for me, too!"

"I'm going to give her the map so she's got a chance to find them," says Harry, sounding unconcerned.

"And if she doesn't? You gonna share the hiding place with me?" questions Sirius, titling his head down, trying to catch the boy's gaze.

Harry looks up at him, silently evaluating, his eyebrows pinching together with deep consideration.

"Are you going to tell her?"

Sirius mimes locking his lips together, swearing himself to secrecy. His godson's reaction is slow but worth the wait, his grin spreading and stretching, green eyes crinkling in their corners. Leaning closer, Sirius tugs his wand free, tapping the tip to the piece of paper. He mumbles a spell, all of Harry's carefully placed details vanishing from sight.

"What did you do?" cries Harry, immediately upset, but Sirius holds his finger to his lips when a furious and accusing green gaze pins on him, silently quieting his godson.

Touching his wand to the paper again, Sirius says clearly, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." The map reappears, and Harry blinks at it in wonder. "Give her a bit of an extra challenge, eh?"

"Wow," breathes Harry, and Sirius chuckles, arm draping over the boy's shoulders as they sit together in the shadow of the still open door.

"You never did tell me why you're hiding here," broaches Sirius after a little while as Harry continues working on his map.

Harry scowls at the paper. "Mum and Dad were talking," he mutters. One of his lines digs in deeper than necessary, nearly tearing the page. "That's all they ever do now is talk. Talk, talk, talk. And they always make me leave."

Arm tightening around his godson's shoulders, Sirius looks up, gaze travelling the space, coming to rest on the firmly closed kitchen door a distance away where he can hear muffled voices. Sirius isn't surprised that it had finally come to this, the separation of his friends, something he'd known for years they'd probably been hurtling towards all while they'd ignored it. And it's not as though he'd wanted or hoped for it, because he hadn't, no matter what others might believe of him, at least those that know some semblance of the truth.

Lily and James together had been a stunning thing, beauty written out in stanzas like poetry. In so many ways, they'd been right, a wholesome duo, that power couple all others try desperately to compete with and always seem to fail. And Sirius had backed them from day one, stood tall and proud at their wedding, at least to outwardly watching eyes. If James was happy, if Lily was happy, then Sirius had convinced himself to be happy for them, to forever support their choices in life because he loves them both. He hadn't wanted this.

He'd wanted this even less for Harry. His parents divided, no longer living under the same roof, constantly falling into arguments that have likely grown and spread for years. The only life he'd ever known is now gone, leaving him hurt and confused, masking it with anger and blame towards the one person who remains the closest, his mother always around like a waiting punching bag, Lily taking it with all the graceful, resilient stride born into her, trying her very best not to rock her son's boat more than it already has been.

"That's boring stuff," says Sirius, clearing his throat as Harry's pencil pauses on his paper. "Adults like me, like your mum and dad, we've all got a penchant for doing that, have you noticed? We talk about things you've got no interest in. You don't want to be part of that, do you? Even I find it dull and I'm an adult!"

Scowling down at his drawing, Harry's hand begins to move again, creating carefully dotted lines through a cleverly crafted jungle that was once his home. His expression remains dark, mouth tugging down deeply at the corners, shoulders unforgiving beneath Sirius' arm.

"They're fighting," he utters in a foul tone. His head lifts, blazing green eyes burning into Sirius' face, accusing and incriminating. "They make me leave because they start fighting and they don't want me to hear it. But I still hear it. They're doing it now."

Silence falls between them, other sounds meeting their ears, the muffled voices behind the kitchen door no longer soft but loud. James' voice rumbles, nearly vibrating the floor, Lily's higher pitched and furious. Harry tenses and jolts at a particularly explosive shout, Sirius following suit alongside him.

"Hm," hums Sirius. "Yeah, I can see that now." Shifting beside Harry, Sirius tilts his head back against the wall, licking over the backs of his teeth. "Well, Haz, there's nothing for it, really," he says, his own voice rising, carrying outwards. "Your parents sometimes forget they're not children any longer, but maybe they should stop acting like giant bleeding yobs and remember that not only do they have company invited into their house, but they also have a wonderful son listening to every single horrendously immature word they're lobbing at one another."

The voices in the kitchen die quickly, the embarrassment permeating from behind the closed door palpable. Harry looks up at Sirius in the quiet that descends, Sirius quirking an easy smile when his eyes flicker to his godson, who practically beams at him.

#prongsfoot epic #(not an epic) #snippet #sirius and harry #my writing #holli writes

[whatsmyline-pb]

I need to discuss the insanity that is Harry Potter’s trauma. So without further ado, I’ll delve in.

General childhood trauma:

-Orphaned and raised from age one in general neglect and abuse

-Specifically: confined to a Cupboard, denied food, physically and emotionally abused, full on neglected

-In the end and throughout via Dumbledore/Hogwarts: Under constant life-threatening situations, subject to authority figures disabusing and denying his realities, used as “pig for slaughter”, and having truths constantly withheld from him.

Deaths witnessed first-hand:

Mom and dad

Cedric

Sirius

Dumbledore

Hedwig

Dobby

Crabbe

Snape

Other deaths, unwitnessed but still v. emotionally damaging:

Mad-Eye

Tonks

Remus

Lavender Brown

Colin Creevy

Fred Weasley

Kills:

In first year! Quill, however unintentional

Peter, same but during war

Voldemort, nuff said

And I mean…Harry walked willingly to his own death after all of this…Wtf? It’s not even that surprising he was able to embrace it, heartbreakingly. In my mind Harry’s fatalistic… like, yeah, this has been a 17-year shit show, fuck it I’m done. But also the opposite…isn’t he also like, I’ve suffered enough, give me a goddamn break? What do I even owe you, you assholes? And he just takes it. Truly a testament to a character who embodies heroism and selflessness to an unhealthy degree.

Anyways, all of this equates to the most fucked up human ever IMO. PTSD galore on so many fronts and I don’t even know where to begin but so desperately want to write a fic that encompasses dealing with all this trauma (it’s soooo much Aaaahh!) It seems near impossible to do without a ridiculous amount of trauma-dumping.

Which is also to say: I have a problem with canon-compliant, post-HP stuff. It’s all too pretty-with-a-bow-on-top, even considering the Cursed Child story-line. Harry marrying Ginny, having three kids and becoming an Auror is just…absurd. At least without some otherness. Be it crazy trauma porn or something smaller that devolves his present/future scenario into chaotic nothingness turned into something else far more sturdy. Because in no world do I feel Harry ever should be an Auror, at not least long-term. (Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy well-written fics where he is an Auror for the duration or not, don’t get me wrong!)

But thank god for fandom exploring all these things. Because TERF JK prettily wrapping things up does not compute to the insane amount of trauma she’s introduced.

Fight me. Agree with me. Land somewhere in between. Curious about your thoughts! 😘

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #drarry #drarry fanfic #character study

[random-writer-person]

I Wanna Be Yours

Remus Lupin x Reader Smut

this was a request from Annabella-darklight on my wattpad

they wanted the same as my last one shot but rough. it's got some changes but essentially the same plot i hope you like it.

word count: 2178

Warnings: Rough smut, penetration, tying fem reader up, oral (fem receiving)

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Recently your band has been increasing in popularity. Now you're not very overwhelmed because you know what to expect.

how you may ask? Well, you are currently dating a member of one of the most popular bands in the world. who? only Remus Lupin of the Marauders. you weren't public because you were more scared than Remus. also, you are very stubborn that the popularity of your band is based on your band's music only.

your band mates Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas have been catching onto your strange behaviour recently and have been asking questions. you wanted to tell them badly but you had an idea.

you showed them your new song and they loved it. you're so glad they loved it. This is the most meaningful song you have ever written in your life. not so much the lyrics or anything but what you're planning to do with the song.

you already cleared things with Remus he was going to be there for the first show of your tour. he had no idea what was coming which was great. so you set your plan in motion. you and your band spent forever practicing making sure everything was perfect.

The night of the show everything was going great. Remus was right in front of the stage people recognizing him immediately and him being polite but blowing them off to watch you. you had your eyes on him pretty much all night and his eyes were on you. your plan would be set into motion for the last song of the night.

"Hey everybody, how are you tonight?" you ask and the whole crowd screams. "Lovely. I hope you guys enjoyed our set this is our last song of the night it's never been heard by anyone but the band so I hope you enjoy it." they scream again. "it's called I wanna be Yours" With that the girls start playing their instruments and you start swaying to the music dancing a little. When you look down you see Remus raise an eyebrow, you smirk and start singing.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust." you continue staring at him. It was a well-known fact in the fandom that Remus likes older things, one of those things was his car. a Ford Cortina. while you continue singing he knows it was about him and he's smiling hard getting the meanings behind all the words.

when you get to the line "at least as deep as the Pacific Ocean, now I wanna be yours." you drop to your knees and crawl towards Remus continuing to sing. When you sing "Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours" you hold his chin between your fingers and slide your thumb against his lip. he bit his lip and you smile turning around standing up and continuing to sing.

Now your plan was set into motion. you planted the bait you won't see Remus until tomorrow after your publicity interview and you were counting on them asking about what happened.

when you got back to your hotel room everyone was blasting your messages, Remus, Sirius, and James. Sirius and James didn't know but you were friends due to your connection through music. you ignored them all but you couldn't ignore your bandmates who stormed into your room.

"y/n what the hell was that!?" Lily asks throwing herself onto your bed.

"uh..." you were about to answer then Marlene butted in.

"Are you and him like a thing? you know what the interviewer tomorrow is gonna do babes." she was worried but you were counting on them doing that.

"honestly guys it's fine I have it under control can you just wait until tomorrow it will all be cleared up? trust me" You smile at them and they smile back.

"fine but if this fucks with our tour im going to kill you," Dorcas said with a playful glare.

"if anything it'll get us more ticket sales," Marlene smirks heading out of my room with the other two. you roll your eyes and jump into bed going to sleep for the night.

the next morning you work up right on time ready to get pampered for the interview. your publicist came and was lecturing the band on what to say and how to avoid saying things. She turns to you.

"what are we doing about this Remus situation" she smirks a little. Alice was the best. even though she's our publicist she's also our best friend and she has our best interest at heart. you knew she was happy for you.

"I've got it under control don't worry I know what to do." she nods and goes back to the other.

in no time you guys were sitting on the comfortable couches ready to talk to Drew Berrymore.

"so I don't mean to start the interview off with gossip but everyone wants to know. what is going on between you and Remus y/n?" she tilts her head smiling kindly at you. She was your favourite interviewer.

"oh lord" I chuckle nervously hiding my face in my hands. " alright, alright, okay we're dating. we have been for a while almost a year now. That whole show of things was to announce it. though he had no idea." you smile a little mischievously.

"Will he be mad about you announcing it without him knowing?" she looks concerned.

"Remus? no. he couldn't care less if people knew or not. on one hand, he likes to keep things private but on the other, he's also very possessive so he wants everyone to know I'm his. so he kinda put that job on my shoulders. I just wanted to have some fun with it." we all laughed and drew turns to the girls.

"did you girls know about this?" they all shook their heads hard.

"no she was acting a little strange so we were suspicious but we never guessed this. a pleasant surprise." Lily smiles big. she's always loved Remus.

"don't be sad guys no one knew. not even James and Siri. just our families." you pat Marlene who looked in shock on the shoulder.

"you called sirius siri does that mean you all are friends with the marauders?" she asks curiously.

"oh very much yeah we met through our publicist, whose husband is the marauder's publicist, that's how I met Remus. I guess I owe all my thanks to Frank and Alice Longbottom." you smile big at the camera and make a heart with your fingers. Alice behind the camera does the same.

after all of that, the interview went back to your music and ended soon after. when you walk out of the interview you grab your phone and see messages from Remus.

My moony❤️

What was that at the concert?

I mean it was really hot but what?

that was last night when I was ignoring him for the rest of the news to come out.

My moony❤️

Oh god, I love you.

turn around.

I looked at that message in confusion seeing it just came in and turn around. you see Remus standing there with a single daisy and a smile.

"hello love" he picks you up into his arms hugging you and spinning you around.

"Remmy what are you doing here?" you hold his cheeks pecking his lips.

"I wanted to surprise you for a change. I see what your whole plan was now." he chuckles into your neck still hugging you.

"was it a bad plan?" you get nervous you did something he didn't want.

"no love it was amazing." he leaned down to your ear. "I'll be thinking about that concert for many nights to come."

"Oh," I raise my eyebrow in teasing curiosity.

"oh I can't do it anymore come we're going home." he grabbed your wrist and led you to his car. handy dandy old Ford Cortina. he put you in the passenger seat and buckled you in before hopping into his side. he sped out of the parking lot and to his house.

"someone's eager." I tease. he makes a growling sound. When we make it home he quickly gets out and makes it to my side of the car. Once I'm out he picks me up and brings me inside.

he rushes up to his bedroom and throws me on the bed. I gasp a light moan and look up at him. He looks back at me, eyes dark with arousal.

"take your clothes off" he demands in a gravelly voice. immediately I started stripping in front of him. he started palming his pants and tilted his head. "spread your legs" he demanded again. As you slid your legs open he crawled in between your legs. slowly he licks a strip between your folds and you gasp grabbing his hair.

"oh remmy" he puts his arm around your hips to keep you in place then starts to lick faster. your climax approaching quicker and quicker. suddenly he adds two fingers into you curling them inside you. you arch your back and moan. he continues flicking and sucking your clit with his tongue and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. quickly the feeling grew more and more.

"remmy oh oh I'm gonna cum" You pull his hair trying to get his head closer to your heat chasing your release.

"cum for me love" he growls into your heat. you moan loud as your vision cuts out only seeing white as you cum.

he slowly works you through your climax till you've calmed down a bit. he slides up your body till he's face to face with you your bodies pushed together. he slowly tugs on his tie. you think he's about to get undressed but suddenly he grabs your hand and before you can resist you're tied to the headboard. he gets off the bed slowly stripping while you wiggle trying to get friction where you most need it.

"Please Remmy hurry I need you" you moan throwing your head back in frustration.

"Patience my love I'll give you what you need," he said crawling over you again you feel his hard length brush against your heat. you let out a moan and try to grind against it. he moves away. "not so fast" he kisses you deep and passionately. he rubs his hands along your body while you continue to buck up into him. after a while, he slowly strokes his cock before sliding it between your folds. you never get used to how big he is letting out a loud moan.

"ah yes remmy you're so big" You buck your hips trying to get him to move fast but he pushes your hips into the bed before he starts aggressively bucking into you. you're moaning loud and tears start slipping out of your eyes.

"you like that hm? finally shut up once you get what you want?" he teases when you don't answer he quickly unties your hands and flips you over onto all fours. "when I ask you a question you answer" he slaps your ass. you let out a moan and nod.

"yes I love it I love your big dick yes" he sticks it back in happy with your answer and immediately sets a punishing pace. you brace your hand against the headboard trying to prevent your head from smashing into it as Remus leans down your bodies fully connected groaning into your ear.

"I love your warm tight pussy so good for me love." you moan in response he holds you up with his arms as you reach an arm back and play with his hair.

"oh godic I'm so close remmy please." you try to match his thrusts but he holds you too hard.

"wait till I'm ready we'll come together." he starts going harder reaching an arm down you play with your clit bringing you closer. you clench your teeth trying to hold back.

"Remmy I can't I need to cum" You grab his hair harder. Remus groans into your ear.

"Now love cum now" You feel the strings of his cum shooting into you and you let out a loud moan as the earth-shattering orgasm ripped through you. you fall to the bed as Remus slowly works you through your high. slowly Remus plops down next to you looking into your eyes.

"the whole world knows I'm yours now." you smile at him he smiles back and kisses you.

"quiet now or you'll get me worked up all over again." he goes to get up but you grab his hand. "I'll be back love I'm just grabbing a cloth to clean you up." you let go and he goes to the washroom quickly cleaning you up before cuddling with you in bed. it doesn't take you long before you start fading out of consciousness but before you do you hear Remus whisper to you

"I wanna be yours too."

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

#fluff #romance #harry potter #jealousy #sirius black #sirius x you #smut #fred weasley #george weasley #remus lupin #remus being remus #remus loves chocolate #remus werewolf #remus #james & peter & remus & sirius #marlene mckinnon lesbian #band au #mentions of smut #remus smut #yn #x yn #remus x reader #arctic monkeys #i wanna be yours #concert #remus x you #remus loves sirius #remmy #moony x reader #george wealsey x reader

[charmsandtealeaves]

Detention With a Difference

Written for Blackevans BFF Week, Day 2: Family Woes.

Sirius keeps winding up in detention. Lily has an alternative suggestion for venting her friend's frustrations that don't involve costing Gryffindor the House Cup.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut. Words: 527

“I hear you’ve managed to land yourself in detention again.” Lily scolded over dinner. “You’ve been assigned lines under my supervision. As if I didn’t have plans to study this evening.”

Sirius shrugged, continuing to shovel mashed potatoes into his gob. “Merlin forbid you have to put some effort into that shiny prefect badge of yours aye, Evans?”

“What did you do this time?” she asked.

“Regulus was running his mouth so I shut it,” he replied tersely. “Langlock jinx. Let’s see the little shit spew his blood purity tripe with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.”

Lily rolled her eyes but smiled at him all the same. After dinner Sirius made to march up the stairs towards the usual classroom in which he had to carry out line-writing detentions (arguably the most lenient kind of detention Professor McGonagall ever set), when Lily grabbed him by the elbow.

“Oh no you don’t. Come on, we're going outside.”

Sirius cocked his head at her. “Uhhh… Evans, detention remember?” 

“I know. I’ve changed it. We’re going down to the training grounds.”

Sirius followed, utterly confused as he was. What the ruddy hell was she playing at? Lily steered him towards the quidditch supply sheds and unlocked them, pulling out a pair of beaters bats and eye goggles. “Hate to break it to you Evans but the school banned corporal punishment several years back, so beating me into submission is off the cards.” he smirked. “The bat’s for you dickhead.” she replied, shoving one of each item into his hand. “You need a better way of dealing with your frustration at Regulus than jinxing him in the corridor in front of professors. Not only do I not wish to spend my evenings supervising your arse, but I would like to win the house cup. You constantly losing us house points isn’t exactly in line with that.” 

With a flick of her wand Lily conjured a set of pedestals, each with a stone bust atop of it. One that looked strikingly similar to his brother Regulus, and the other more feminine with a long neck and jaw. Lily pulled the goggles down over her eyes, twirling her own bat in a smooth circular motion, before gripping the handle in both hands and taking a violent swing. The bat connected with the female bust smashing it to pieces, sending dust and debris flying. Sirius took a few steps back to avoid being struck. 

“Bloody hell, Evans!” He shouted. 

She gestured to the remaining bust as she reparo’d her own. “Your turn. Hit Regulus.” 

Sirius donned the protective eyewear and swung. The force of the impact and the satisfying crack as the stone splintered relieved some of the tension that had built in his shoulders. Lily repaired his bust. They repeated the motions again and again, smashing bust after bust until Sirius was sweating, sore and covered in a layer of dust. He wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve. 

“I’d say that’ll do for now.” Lily panted. “Next time, just smash his face in down here yeah? Much more cathartic than writing lines.”

#charms library #blackevans bff week #platonic blackevans #blackevans #lily evans #lily evans potter #sirius black #friendships #found family

[metalomagnetic]

For the 'Get to know your fic author game'. 3, 16, 23 and 35. Sorry for the asks that I am sending. I really enjoy reading your answers and fics.

3.Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic.

For a fic idea, in general, I don't have to do anything. It just comes to me, at the oddest of times; while sitting in a line, somewhere, bored, or when I attempt to sleep, but can't. Other times, I am inspired by a piece of art, or a movie, or reading a book.

Once the idea comes, I focus on finding out the motivations of the characters involved. All of them, even the side ones. After that, I see where they lead me, chapter by chapter, even if I usually have an end game in mind, and a few major plot points already established. I put on some music, and I imagines situations that would best help my readers discover the characters I imagine, layer by layer. That is why my chapters are out of control long, sometimes, because I don't have the discipline to plan, just the drive to develop the characters and the way they relate to each other.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Too many ideas to count. But probably only 5 of those will ever see themselves written down.

The one that I will share as soon as my WIPS are done, has been in the back of my mind for almost a year now. A time traveling Sirius with Tom Riddle, at Hogwarts in the 40s. A Sirius that doesn't know Tom Riddle is Voldemort. I cannot wait to write that one down. I am sure it will be great fun.

23. Best writing advice for other writers.

I know I said it before, and it is a cliche, but it's a cliche for good reason. Write like no one sees what you are writing, because no one will see that first draft. Feel no pressure- it is your draft, it is private and have fun with it. Don't stress over typos or grammar, don't stress over plot points. Write what most you want to read yourself, what makes you giddy and full of emotions. After you are done, after you got what *you* wanted from it, you can start to edit it, to correct things, change them up, or add more believable plot points to connect it all.

If, for example, you are like me and struggle with descriptions but have a great idea for a dialogue exchange, write just that. The dialog. Don't interrupt your creative flow to try to write fillers to put in-between blocks of dialog. Go for it, and once you're done with what you wanted, you can go back in and add more descriptions to the setting, or character facial expressions etc.

Same for when, say, you can't think how to connect two events. You have the events, but not the connector. It's fine, don't stress about it, you'll come up with it later.

Always, when you're in the mood for writing, or have an idea, just write only what you are interested in, nothing else.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

That they are human. (Well, in case your work is about humans, that is 😂 I can't help with other species.)

The villain, whether they are your main character, your POV character, or simply a side character that makes brief appearances to pester the hero- remember the villain has wants and needs of their own, that they are just as human as you or the hero are.

Whether they are the most evil person to exist, or simply misguided, they are still a person.

Most villains out there aren't aware they are villains; that is something to keep in mind as well. From real life villains, to fictional ones, most of them don't do stuff just to be *Evil*, but there is a deeper emotion that drives them- whether it is an ideology, whether it is self-righteousnes or anger, there is always something.

Don't be afraid to give your villain a spouse, or a pet, or a hobby, a child, a vice. It won't make them less of a villain, it will simply make them human. They don't have to be evil at all hours of the day to remain a villain. They can have a garden they tend to every morning, and order the imprisonment of their political rivals by lunch.

They can order the deaths of hundreds one minute, and enjoy spoiling their pet parrot the next.

(I got other asks that wanted an answer to a variation of these 4 questions, so I decided to pick this one, since he has all of them)

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thanks for tagging me @enbysiriusblack @squintclover and @mppmaraudergirl 💕💕💕!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

33 (I had more, but every few months I delete 1-2 things I’m not mad about so it doesn’t grow?)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

612,715 🥰🥰🥰

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only the marauders era HP

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1 - We Can Be Heroes : my canon marauders fic (Jily and Wolfstar) with the ending they bloody well deserved

2 - it was A Little Risk which is a 1930s murder mystery/Anti-fascist AU but I’ve taken it down!

3 - Boys Don’t Cry: the prequel to We Can Be Heroes. A prank fic mostly from Sirius Black’s POV (pre relationships).

4 - Maybe I Waited Too Long - a doctors!marauders AU with Wolfstar and Jily. I had a laugh writing this one.

5 - This Is The Way The World Ends - it’s heartbreaking and a canon divergent Wolfstar AU about Remus getting bad news…

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I always usually do, it’s one of the main reasons I love writing fics!! Without the interaction I wouldn’t bother posting istg!! People can be so kind and generous 🥺❤️

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably number 5 because it has MCD and apparently made people cry? But equally, I did write 3 short fics about 31st October 1981 from Jily, Sirius and Remus’ POV and that was pretty heartbreaking/ ugly crying stuff.

7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings it’s probably a toss-up between We Can Be Heroes and Have Yourself a Merry Little Wolfenoot

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nope! All mine are either T rated or fade to black

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve only ever written one, a LOTR/Marauders crossover, and I actually had great fun trying to write it in LOTR style? Wolfstar are Éowyn and Faramir. It’s called Ithilin and Silmë (only wrote it because @therealrjlupin wanted it 💙)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I did! It was a Jily celebrity AU translated into Chinese that I thought wasn’t any good and have since deleted 😂😂!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once. It’s a WIP crackfic called One Line At A Time written with @mppmaraudergirl @theresthesnitch @missgryffin @mabeltothknows and @maraudersftw and it still makes me laugh, it’s bonkers I love them <3333

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

I’m sorry it’s so weird but I insist on putting Wolfstar and Jily/ Jily and Wolfstar tied for top spot, I just love these two couples so much <3333

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don’t keep WIPs that I’m not planning on finishing (I delete or orphan those), but the one I’d like to finish is BLAME (a what if…? First war AU)

16. what are your writing strengths?

I have zero clue sorry you’d have to ask someone who likes my writing. I mean I’ve made people cry so there’s that?? 😬🤣

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Again, v hard to be objective aside from vague “it’s not great” stuff? I think it has improved with writing practice and with time.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’ve done it in We Can Be Heroes - James speaks fluent Italian and Sirius speaks fluent French. As I can speak the languages it was ok, but I had to check with @constancezin to be sure the written French was ok!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

HP marauders

20. favourite fic you've written?

A Little Risk is the favourite thing I’ve written but I’ve taken it down, so my favourite marauders fic I’ve written and is still up is We Can Be Heroes or This Is The Way The World Ends.

Tagging @engie-ivy @mabeltothknows @therealrjlupin @annabtg @maraudersftw @greyeyedmonster-18 and anyone else who wants to <33

#tag games #marauders fics #jily and wolfstar #Wolfstar and Jily #loveliest tumblr friends #💕💕💕💕

[irie-kun306]

Chapters: 25/38 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore & Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Slow Build, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Severus Snape is Bad at Feelings, Idiots in Love, Romance, Drama, Pining, Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Translation, Fanart, Minor Character Death, Teacher-Student Relationship, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Occlumency (Harry Potter), Bodysharing, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Mind Palace, but it's called Hall of Consciousness, I'm Bad At Tagging, Mind Reading, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Severus Snape, Telepathic Bond, Aphrodisiacs, Living Together, Forced Cohabitation, Sexual Tension, First Kiss, Living Memory, Kid Fic, Sort Of, Podfic Available Summary:

This is the English translation of "Elysejský klíč" a popular Snarry slash fanfiction originally written in Czech by Alice O'Really. It is considered to be probably the most popular Czech Harry Potter fanfiction of all time. Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

It is the beginning of June 1996, Albus Dumbledore had just drunk the deadly potion protecting the horcrux. Severus Snape, bound by the Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa Malfoy, is rushing to the Astronomy tower, and Harry's sixteenth birthday is less than two months away…

"Did he hurt you?"

"Yes. But not like you."

Harry sat down, his face, scarred with purple lines, pointed directly at Snape. "Did you scream?"

"Yes."

"Liar!" Harry was livid. "You would have never, ever screamed!"

"Don’t be such an idiot, Harry!" Snape exploded. "Of course I was screaming! Pushing pain over the tolerance threshold is an unbendable process, and any attempt to disrupt it through sheer willpower is... insignificant."

[seriouslysam8]

You portray Sirius’s struggles so well, and I think they’re so in line with his canon character. I feel like most authors either ignore and hand wave away his struggles, or they lean so far in the other direction that he’s completely incompetent and nothing like his canon character. It is so refreshing to be able to read about a Sirius who is clever and intelligent and protective and trying so hard while also struggling with his demons and spiraling downwards. Brumous is everything I’ve ever wanted in a Harry & Sirius fic.

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I cannot tell you how much that means to me that you love the Harry and Sirius relationship in this story - especially the characterization of Sirius.

I feel like Sirius’ character is often butchered in fanfiction. His childhood trauma is often ignored, even his trauma from Halloween/Azkaban is ignored. I find that a lot of people portray him as this… goofball dramatic person who makes serious/Sirius puns nonstop. Or he’s a thirty-five year old man having prank wars with the twins at Grimmauld Place. His drinking problem in OOTP is always overlooked. Sirius giving Harry pet names like pup or Prongslet or Bambi or whatever is just… not very Sirius. Or the overuse of Moony and Padfoot in post-Azkaban stories. Like… did they ever call each other their childhood nicknames in canon?? I don’t think they did, but I could be wrong so correct me if I’m wrong. I feel like those names wouldn’t be uttered ever again because of the pain that James’ death and Peter’s betrayal brings them. In GOF, Sirius is displayed as a very intelligent man who understands the complexities of wizarding politics and has extensive knowledge of wizarding families - no doubt a byproduct of his childhood being in that pureblood culture growing up.

Even when I write him as a teenager in Bête Noire, he’s a troubled teen who has been severely scarred by his upbringing. He worries incessantly about a threat from Walburga, closing himself off and isolating from his friends. At this point, he’s already drinking and smoking cigarettes as a coping mechanism at 15/16 years old.

Sirius is a very complicated character who has such an interesting backstory. To me, he’s the most interesting character in the entire series. Sorry, Harry. I know it’s your birthday today and I’m not shitting on you, but even you can’t stop thinking about how hot and tall your godfather is. You’re as obsessed as the rest of us.

That’s another thing, speaking of tall Sirius, that shits me about fanon Sirius. He’s tall, okay?!? Harry states it like every single time he sees his godfather. Sirius is tall!! He’s the tallest of all the Marauders. It’s Sirius, then James, then Remus, and then Peter is small. It’s facts, okay? It’s written in black and white. I nope right out of a story as soon as I read Remus or James is taller. The entire Black family is described as tall.

I digress.

I normally write heavy Hinny stories. I love them. They’re my favorite couple. But Brumous isn’t about Hinny. They are the main couple, but this isn’t a story about them. This is a story about Sirius and Harry becoming family and overcoming their childhood traumas. They are the main POVs. They are the main characters. Some of you may hate chapter 35 because it legit only has their POVs. Nobody elses. (Though @prewettpotter asked about a Ginny POV dealing with finding Sirius nearly dead in a pool of vomit and alcohol with Harry so I may have to add that to my list of missing moments.) Sirius finally getting help for all his deep-rooted issues is a major part of this story too. Because you all know it’s Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks who go on the Horcrux hunt next story, you also know Sirius really needs to work on himself in order to really help Harry succeed. He needs to be in a better place mentally. Finally, after 34 chapters, Sirius is getting the help he desperately needs. He officially hit rock bottom and it took nearly dying and having Harry find him to make him realize just how damaged he truly was.

If you’ve read my stories before, you know I love to really dive in deep into very real and painful everyday problems people have.

[orbitfalls]

Hello! I’m a new follower but I would love to hear more about how you view walaburga (I never know how to spell her name). I don’t often see her written as a complex character so that sounds super interesting!!

Hi love, welcome to my blog<33 if there's one single person out there i'm ALWAYS ready to talk about then it's the loml Walburga Black so buckle up!!!!!!

I'm very much with you on that she's rarely depicted as a complex character, which, sure enough, is certainly partly bc she's a horrible person, but robbing her of all complexity simply for the crime of being a bad mother doesn't sit right with me and never has... i feel like there's a lot of depth and anger and fear to be explored in her as a woman raised in a victorian-resembling patriarchal family and forced to marry- and have children with her own cousin. To me, she was - like most abusers - a victim first, and an abuser as a consequence of being so undone by trauma that she's unable to overcome centuries and centuries of generational trauma.

Okay to maintain structure in the rambles here comes some hcs of mine:

the way i view her, i think it makes a lot of sense that her control issues stem from experiencing sexual abuse throughout her childhood

due to this, she's very wary of people having power over her, and her greed for power - as well as her need to assert her power over her children, sirius in particular - is above all else a (deeply twisted obv) way of protecting herself

i think her and bella share some VERY fundamental similarities, HOWEVER the major difference, to me, is that walburga has the mind of a ruler whereas bellatrix will forever be a soldier

walburga's the oldest sister, she's incredibly protective of Alphard and cygnus, however her definition of protecting someone isn't always particularly in line with everyone else's

she's literally the tiniest little medieval princess-type of beauty, yet simultaneously the most absolutely loaded powerhouse of magic seen in a long fucking while in the history of magic

the point above is a well-known but rather shushed upon topic within the pureblood families due to her being the housewife of Orion, who's the real heir, and god forbid a woman outdoes the heir lmao

in relation to that, no one fucks with her. like genuinely, no one ever out right admits the terror she evokes in the pureblood ranks, but boy oh boy.

mountain lion patronus. no one talk to me okay this one's dear to me idk. this one i can't explain without frantically typing out a 2k analyzing essay that i'll spare you from tho ssjdjsjdh<33

ANYWAY if youre interested in walburga as a complex character with plenty of depths to explore (very dark ones tho, so tw!!!!), then she's one of the main characters of my black family character study Ultraviolence, in which all of the hcs above play a major role in her character and her relation to her brothers, children and husband<33 (not to mention to the black sisters, bella in particular!!)

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK FOR THE RECORD I LOOOOVE YAPPING #walburga black the loml the absolute love!!!! of my life!!!!!!!!! #ultraviolence tag #walburga black #tw sa mention #you: asking a brief politely intrigued question #me - panting: *desperately hands you a crumbled old piece of paper full of frantic scribbles and blood stains in the corner* the loml

[moonmanatee]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

sweet @saintgarbanzo tagged me even though he knows I’ve got but the one lil fic! then it got lost in my drafts. this might be a bit silly but cool to see where I’m starting, maybe. thank you, chickpea! you can find his lovely answers here 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

just one: Sun Shower!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

5950

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far just HP, but I’ve got some drafts of other stuff (some SOC, AML, etc) that I may or may not keep working on. I did just cannibalize my favorite line from a wesper wip for a drarry one sooo we shall see

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

haha! sun shower

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do - commenting is probably my most favorite part of being a fic reader, so the comments section is important to me. there’s so much to love out there, and the comments are my favorite place to express it

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

none! don’t think I’m angst guy, really. I have some wips with pining, with complicated family feelings, with hurt, but it doesn’t quite feel like angst. and certainly won’t end that way!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

well, surprise: sun shower has a pretty sweet ending. it feels like a beginning more than an ending, though.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t! does it count if my partner is like ‘noooo, abandoning me for the laptop again’

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hmm, I think my smut is overwhelming and reverent and enthusiastic and honest and probably a little excessive. and WANT. and kinky. once I share some you’ll have to let me know if this is accurate

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

my mind is always thinking in connections, but that usually comes out in AU form (drarry: grace & frankie! parent trap!! the beckhams!! wesper princess diaries 2 AU!!!), rather than like everyone showing up in the same scene. so no, i guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

not yet, but I think I would really love this. I feel so much love about other people’s writing and so excited to share in ideas, so I feel like this format would be such a delight for me.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don’t think I have one all-time, because once I love something I love it forever. so I just keep collecting more all-time favorites. but drarry I feel the most immense about and committed to, which is saying something because there’s very little I love that I don’t love immensely. and to be honest, my commitment to drarry is certainly because I love them as characters, but it is also about the community being so wonderful. so thank you, y’all, it’s really special here.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

so I had this completely bonkers idea that I call “avada banana tag” which is when someone dies everyone they avada-ed comes back to life, like banana tag. i.e. when Molly kills Bellatrix, we get Sirius back, etc (yes I know that only happens in the movie but bear with me for goofy concept reasons). like, the spell only holds as long as they do? makes it a pretty short-sighted way of killing someone. but that’s as far as the idea goes because it’s so absurd and messy, and I don’t think canon rewrites are something I’d know how to do justice. but I think it’s so funny and fascinating, so if anyone wants to run with it please feel free

16. What are your biggest writing strengths?

100% it’s coming up with ideas. you should see my idea dump document, it’s abundant in there. and maybe description, I hope, and sensory experiences

17. What are your biggest writing weaknesses?

I won’t call it a weakness but I have less experience with plotty things, and get really stuck in dialogue that feels off.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’m not fluent enough in anything else that I think I could do this myself, but as a reader I really love it, both when I do and don’t understand what’s going on. and I like communicating that they’re speaking in another language without just translating. I think I’d love to incorporate my other languages (spanish and ASL) into fic, and I also love when Draco speaks french. when it’s well done I think it’s so impactful!

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think it was actually someone else’s OCs, what feels like forever ago

20. What is your favorite fic you’ve written?

the one that’s still in my brain that I think about most days… it’s so very beautiful. I hope one day it makes it out of there!

though I love sun shower too. my first real guy, feels like a big deal, I’m proud of myself for doing it and actually sharing it!

I will tag @elskanellis, @getawayfox, @saintlupin, @rockingrobin69 if you want and haven’t already!!

#tag games #so many ideas so little time

[thisuseraiskindadead]

I read someone's post (I can't remember who, sorry for the shitty memory) about wanting stories about Marauders' children but not about Harry or Draco. Just Other Children. And I can't stop thinking about it because

What if they had lived? All of them?

I think Jilly is cute as a ship, but I don't think they would have lasted on the long run. Not as a couple. The war is hard on everyone and they can't pretend they are the same as before. They both agree to stay as friends because love is still there, just not romantic love more of a friendship.

James movew just a few streets down. After a year or so, Regulus moves with him. At first, everyone try to break them up, but Regulus shows once and again that he has changed, that he is good.

Harry loves Regulus with all his baby heart. Regulus insists he is good as an uncle, not wanting to take anyone's spot, but after three years Lily is the one to reassure him.

"Reg" she smiles with love "I know what you mean, but James and I have talked and we both know that Harry has had three parents for a while now. You're his papa. You're family"

Regulus cries for two hours straight after that.

Harry grows with a lot of cousins. The ones he sees the most are Remus and Sirius' children.

After the war, Remus takes a job on the government and doesn't stop until he gets a legislation passed abouth werewolves. After all his work, foster children would have an easier access to a new home. They adopt a three years old werewolf girl, bitten in one of the battles. She has a hard time, but Remus is there for every step.

In Sirius' 25th birthday, she runs to his bed when the sun isn't out yet.

"Daddy! We made breakfast!" she yelled excited.

Remus appears, a shy smile on his lips.

"We kind of burned the pancakes" he apologized.

Sirius just look fondly at him, love all over him as he hugs his daughter.

"Let's adopt another one, Rems" he asks.

They adopt a boy this time. Five years old and having tantrums who could scare Merlin himself.

Dorcas and Marlene had two girls and a boy. They never said who the donor was and no one could tell since the children look exactly like both girls.

The least expected is Barty's child. No one really saw him as a father, especially not after Evan's death. However, when Luna is born, Barty is named his godfather and his whole life changes because he can see himself having a future.

Following Remus and Sirius' example, he adopts. He may have changed, but he hasn't forgotten. He adopts a boy who lost his parents by Death Eaters as a way to remind himself everyday that he can do better. That he has to do better.

They live happy, like they could have only dreamed of. At least until August of '92 comes around.

Sirius didn't ever bother to knock, entering the house with familiarity.

"Did you get one too, Prongs?" he shouted, looking for his friend.

"Good morning to you too, dear brother" responds Regulus frowning.

Sirius just showed the letter, expecting it's explication enough.

"Oh, yeah. Jamie has his own letter".

As if he was called, James enters the kitchen with a big smile and a letters on his hand.

"What does yours say?"

Sirius opens it, preparing himself to read.

"Dear mister Black, I couldn't but notice the name of this year's students. I wrote to check if the boy listed as Lupin-Black has anything to do with you or mister Lupin. Signed, Minerva Mcgonagall"

"Mine's says the same! I mean, she asks if Harry is listed as my child or if it's a coincidence"

Regulus hides his smile. Only he will know the letter he had received with just a few lines written. "Mister Black, if I am not wrong, I may be retiring this year. I do not think I am strong enough for this children. Signed, Minerva Mcgonagall"

#harry potter #marauders #mental health #remus kinnie #james potter #jegulus #remus lupin #sirius black #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #rosekiller headcannons #rosekiller #marauders headcanon #marauders era #wolfstar #jegulus headcanon #The Infamous Three™ #me again pushing the barty agenda #fight me

[rollercoasterwords]

ten lines, ten people

ty 4 the tags @mayzarbewithyou @ad-astra-per-aspera7 !!

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1. nothing fades like the light

He always thought he would die with blood in his mouth. His own, or someone else’s—either way, when he imagined it, the tang of iron was always there. Strange, now, to taste nothing but dust on his tongue.

2. this rotten work [wip]

Lily Evans doesn’t walk away.

It’s not who she is—it’s never been who she is. When she commits to something, she commits; she sees it through until the bitter, bloody end. Her mum calls it tenacious. Remus calls it self-destructive. Severus called it a lot of things, and Lily tries not to think about any of them. She tries not to think about Severus at all—though she still has nightmares, sometimes.

3. alice, look at me

Narcissa Black is born fighting. She’s born screaming, kicking her feet and waving her fists. She leaves her mother in a puddle of blood and fleshy afterbirth, split open and scraped raw, all the soft, dark meat of life turned inside out. The midwives wipe the viscera from her face, and Narcissa wails.

4. the hand that feeds

The lights are off when she gets home. Which—fuck, okay, yes, that makes sense, because it’s the middle of the night (morning? She’s not sure what time it is—lost track somewhere between the fifth and sixth shots of vodka pressed into her hands). But it means she can’t see the bloody floor, and she trips trying to get her bloody heels off, because if she tries to walk through the kitchen with them on she’ll give herself away on the bloody linoleum. And then it doesn’t even matter, because she’s all knees and elbows on the floor, and the light flicks on in the hallway.

5. the heart that bleeds

Emmeline Vance is not a pretty girl.

This is the first sin.

6. aftermath

Lily stares down at the vial in her hands. It’s such a little thing, small enough to fit in her palm. In the shadows of the dark living room, the liquid inside looks black.

7. all the young dudes - sirius's perspective

Sirius Black was awake. He doubted that he would ever sleep again. His entire body was alive with energy, buzzing, as if he could feel the magic fizzing in his veins. 

8. another perspective

You can’t play a pawn like a king.

9. untitled (pandalily timewar au) [unposted wip]

It is the first century, though nobody here knows that. It will not be the first century for centuries to come, not in mouths, anyway, and not on tongues, and certainly not on paper. But she’s getting ahead of herself. Paper hasn’t been invented quite yet.

10. untitled (werewolf fighting ring au) [unposted wip]

The moon’s rising. Sirius watches it through the trees, pale fingers of splintering light, shadows that dance with the leaves. The wind bites at his hair, his cheeks. His wand jabs into his hip, tucked tight into the pocket of his muggle jeans.

He tilts his head back. Sighs.  

He is so fucking bored.

idk if i can tag 10 people who haven't already done this/been tagged but i will do my best (if you've already been tagged/done it/don't want 2 do it then just disregard <3):

@mayescapade @pretentiouswreckingball @steelycunt @dykefever @thebloatedfrog @arakhnee @drownedlove @pomegranate-pill @theinvisiblemuseum @spindrifters

#tag game <3 #thtf #thtb #cowboy fic #wfrau #alice look at me #atydsp #trw