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jewishregulus · 2 months
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love when ppl make random ass aus for their fave ship that r just nonsensical and crazy . anyways jegulus au in which the potter’s run an animal shelter and usually order their pet supplies online but one day james goes to a chain store and finds regulus, who hates every single thing abt his shitty fucking pet store job and ONLY stays bc having a shitty job getting to pet cats on a leash is better than having a shitty job and not being able to. anyways james sees a twink and loses a few brain cells so he just pretends he has NEVER had a pet before and asks for regulus’ advice to talk to him. in his nervousness james is like “so dogs can’t eat chocolate right hahaha that’s crazy i’d go crazy” and regulus is like “i don’t get paid enough for this”
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adharastarlight · 5 months
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Reg, scowling at James over his textbook because he's been staring at him for almost an hour and it's honestly very distracting and he's struggling to not blush: what do you want Potter?
James: a chance
Reg raises an eyebrow but doesn't reply
James: a chance to get to know you properly
Reg: you won't like what you find
James: maybe, or maybe I'll love what i find. Give me a chance. Just one chance, Regulus, please?
Reg: ...just one.
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izharmilgram · 7 months
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u versus the victorian vampire that emerged from ur cupboard (harrymort au)
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azrakabann · 6 months
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Marauders as things my friends and I have said #228
Sirius: Shitten Kittens!
Remus: ...
Sirius: (to himself) Actually that's a good question
Sirius: Hey Remu, would you rather shit kittens or fart puppies?
Remus: ...
Remus: I hope you don't actually expect me to answer that
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munacy · 1 year
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Anticipation
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A continuation for @stars-a-n-d-scars Part 1 (ignorance) Part 2 (duck)
There is no way this plan can go wrong. It was concocted by the ingenious James F. Potter himself, and James F. Potter does not fail, as a general rule.
"All we have to do, Wormy, is come up with a list of things that gay blokes like, and see if Remus likes those things too!"
Peter's eyes become as round as Galleons. "That's genius, Prongs!"
James is aware.
"Okay, so what goes on the list then?" Peter asks eagerly.
Well, alright, he's not thought that far.
"Hell, I dunno, Peter. How did we know with Sirius?"
"You mean besides the fact that he follows Remus around like a...well, like a puppy dog?"
"No, you're right, Sirius was too easy," James agrees grimly. Then he sighs. "Well, s'not like I'm some authority on queer culture; I've never fancied a bloke before!"
"...Not once?" Peter says slyly.
James tenses.
"...And just what are you implying?"
"That I know that you've given Regulus Black's bare arse a good peek in the lockers--"
"I WAS NOT CHECKING HIM OUT, YOU CRETIN! I WAS TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS THE SAME BIRTHMARK AS SIRIUS!!--"
"--Okay, not helping your case even a little--"
"--AND I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE, YOU BASTARD!!"
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The following morning, they decide to wing it. Winging things has worked out well for them in the past, and the timing could not be better, as Madame Pomfrey has decided to keep Sirius in the Hospital Wing until she rules out a few magical maladies (although, not once has she let James skive off after being lovesick over Lily, which is a genuine illness). It's not often that they can get Remus alone without Sirius attached like a limpet.
"Watch this," Peter hisses, holding a peach in one hand and a banana in the other. "Gay blokes love bananas."
"By Merlin, Peter, I'm beginning to suspect there's a genius hidden under all of that blue-eyed naivety."
Peter makes a pleased expression before turning to Remus at the breakfast table. "Oi, Moony, I've grabbed two fruit, one for you, one for me. Which one would you like?"
Remus barely looks up from his book before selecting the banana with a muttered "thanks".
James and Peter share a look of unbridled glee, then turn to stare at Remus as he chomps away at the benign yellow fruit. His amber eyes finally drift up to meet their combined intense gaze, and he swallows, looking uncomfortable.
"Are you two alright?...You're sort of being… really weird, right now."
James breathes out a bit shakily. "You really like bananas, don't you, Moony," he says unblinkingly.
"Erm...No, not really. Actually hate 'em,” Remus scowls, clearly disturbed by their laser-focused attention.
"What!? Why did you pick it over the peach, then, why?!" cries Peter melodramatically and clawing the air with his hands.
"Because!" Remus yells back, brows furrowing with increasing bewilderment, "Pomfrey wants me to try to get more potassium in! Says it might help with the cramps around the full!"
He looks between James' and Peter's inexplicably devastated expressions, and scoffs, picking up his tray and leaving to go sit with Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald.
"Fuck," James moans.
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"Okay, okay, this is a sure thing," James mutters at rapid-fire. "Gay blokes love ABBA."
"Brilliant," Peter nods, face open and trusting.
"Quick! I hear him coming!"
As Remus enters the dormitory to exchange his Arithmancy book for Ancient Runes, his eardrums are viciously assaulted with the bouncy strains of "Dancing Queen", blasting from their record player with enough magically-enhanced volume to rattle the window pane.
OOH, YOU CAN DANCE!
"WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!"
YOU CAN JIVE!
"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" screams James.
HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!
"IT MAKES ME FEEL MY DEEP INSIDE FEELINGS ON THE OUTSIDE!" howls Peter.
OOOH, SEE THAT GIRL--
Remus casts a wordless spell that goes off with a bang, bringing the record player to a tenth of the volume.
"I fucking hate disco," he growls, storming out of the dorm and slamming the door on his way out.
Peter sighs. "Prongs, maybe he just isn't bent? Wouldn't that be such a shame for poor old--"
"PETE! P-Pete, mate, your foot!"
Peter looks down at his traitorous foot, tapping along—completely of its own accord—to ABBA. "Fuck!" he wails. "It's too catchy!"
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They have one last idea, but neither of them is enthusiastic about it.
"It's got to be you, Prongs," Peter whimpers panickily, "I haven't got the pectorals!"
And Peter, unfortunately, has never been so right.
But what if Remus falls in love with me instead? He's bound to! Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose? Poor Padfoot, he'd be so devastated.
"Don't think about the ramifications just now," Peter interrupts his internal monologue, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's gold-rimmed spectacles. "We've got no choice, Jamie. At this point, it's embarrassing we haven't been able to figure out this very basic thing about our best mate."
James nods reluctantly.
Into the breach.
That late afternoon finds James, alone in the dorm, exiting a gratuitously steamy shower once he hears that snick of the dormitory door shutting, signaling that Remus has returned from Charms Club.
Took the wanker long enough, I'm all pruney now.
"Oh, Reeemuuus!" James calls in a purr, very loosely wrapping a towel around his hips. "Could you come here a second?"
The door opens tentatively.
"Christ, Prongs, it's like a rainforest in here. How long did you shower for?" Remus accuses, his unruly tawny curls already protesting against the humidity. "And why are you showering in the middle of the day?"
James waits until Remus finally makes eye contact with him to take a few slow, deliberate steps closer, looking up at Remus (damn, but the boy just keeps shooting up) from under his dark lashes.
"And...when do you like to take long showers, Remus?" he murmurs.
"Eh? I dunno, sometimes I like to take a hot bath or two after the full." Remus' brows furrow in concern. "You feeling alright, Prongs? Maybe you've got whatever Padfoot has. Where is Padfoot, anyway?"
James steps ever closer. He could touch Remus. He's about to touch Remus. HIs mouth goes oddly dry with anticipation.
"Don't worry about Sirius. Worry about me for a second," he whispers.
Remus' intense golden eyes finally break their gaze as they subtly flick up and down James' body.
"Oh, is that why you called me in here?"
Gotcha, you lovely, queer bastard.
"Why, yes, Remus, I'm dying for you to--"
An exasperated sigh and eyeroll interrupt what would have been a surefire seduction.
"As I've told you nigh on a hundred times, Prongs, wizards don't get skin cancer. That mole on your lower back looks perfectly normal, as I've already said, and I'm not going to look at it again!"
James can only gape at Remus.
He tuts. "I don't have time for this; you're literally fine. I'm going to see if Pads is still in the Hospital Wing."
Remus exits in a whirl, leaving James reeling in the bathroom--wet, humiliated, and, if he's being completely honest with himself, just the tiniest bit aroused.
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"James! James!" Peter bursts into the dormitory with Sirius in tow, moments after James has gotten clothes back on. "Padfoot's out of the Hospital Wing and I've informed him of our mission!"
"Right, mate," Sirius follows breathlessly. "You lot are trying to figure out if Moony's gay, then?"
James moans and put his head in his hands. He feels this close to unraveling. "We've been trying to figure it out all day!"
"Really?? What have you tried?" prompts Sirius eagerly.
"POTASSIUM!" shouts James incoherently.
"Erm--"
"Disco, too, louder than eruption of Krakatoa," interjects Peter mournfully.
"Great--" James suppresses a sob--"Great, rock hard pectorals. Prize-winning pectorals. Boy's unflappable. I have no idea."
Sirius purses his lips, clearly between seeking clarification on the gibberish they've spouted and slapping them both silly. Fortunately for all involved parties, he does neither.
"Lads. Here's an idea. Why don't we just ask him?"
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Thanks to those of you that have stuck around! <3
Part 4: Thirst
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fresiants · 1 year
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Nah... Not me reading Jeverus fanfics after shitting on James ☺
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pickinglilahs · 6 months
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Sirius 'flirts with everyone' Orion 'to make Remus jealous' Black
Remus 'I'll never be good enough' John 'so at least he's happy' Lupin
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Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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They make it back to the castle just before dinner with wide smiles and intertwined hands, several bags hanging from the crooks of their elbows, filled with books, chocolates, a few pieces of jewellery and a couple of scarves and gloves.
When they stop in front of the doors to the Entrance Hall, James pulls Sirius to a stop and turns him so they're facing each other, then gives him a small, pleased smile.
"I had fun today," he says quietly.
Sirius beams back, wraps his arm around James' shoulders, and tugs him closer to brush a lingering kiss on his temple. The paper bags crunch and crumple, but James doesn't care; he melts into the touch with a silent sigh. The gesture is just so... soft. It makes him warm from the inside, and the smile on his lips grows wider even as he feels his cheeks grow red.
"I had fun too," Sirius murmurs against his forehead, then places another small kiss there before pulling back. His cheeks are dusted pale pink, his grey eyes are shining in the light of the moon, and his gloss-slick lips are pulled into a soft smile. James does not ever want to look away.
"So..." James trails away and rocks on the balls of his feet, feeling suddenly nervous. He is not a Gryffindor for nothing, though, so he looks up at Sirius, a weird mix of anticipation, anxiety and hope carving a large hole in his chest. "We, uh- we can do this again, if you'd- if you'd like?"
Sirius blinks at him, and while nobody else would know what he is thinking, James can immediately tell that he is shocked. It's there in the slow, deliberate way his eyelids drop down and lift up again, in the slight parting of his lips, in the way his left thumb twitches towards the belt loop of his ripped jeans. James swallows, trying not to quail under the sudden intensity of Sirius' gaze as it pins him in place. He can't tell what Sirius is thinking, and that just makes this more nerve wracking.
"I- I mean," he stammers, ducking his head so a black curl falls into his eyes, "only if- only if you'd like, of course. You don't- you don't have to, obviously. It was fun- it really was, and I'd love if you went, like, on a date with- with me, but if you don't wan— mmf!"
Sirius' lips are soft.
He moves them over James' mouth slowly, gently, and the younger boy relaxes into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut on their own accord when Sirius brushes the curl out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. It's just a light caress of lips against each other, but James feels warmth and comfort seep into the very marrow his bones. He immediately wants to have more, and it seems like Sirius is on the same page; their shopping bags cascade to the floor with a deafening crash, and James fists a hand in the front of Sirius' shirt to tug him closer. An arm wraps itself around his waist and suddenly he is being held against a firm chest, a hand pressing into the back of his head. Sirius winds the singular long fringe at the back of his head around his index finger and tugs on it, lightly at first, then insistently, to tilt James' head back so he can deepen the kiss.
James throws his arms over Sirius' shoulders and parts his lips, and Sirius grabs the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth and- oh.
James shudders at the first swipe of Sirius' piercing over the inside of his bottom lip, a soft whimper catching in the back of his throat. The metal ball slides across his tongue, and all he can do is grip onto Sirius for dear life as the other boy devours his mouth with such an intensity that James' knees almost buckle. His head is spinning, but the only thing he can think of is Sirius.
His plump lips, the tart blueberry flavour of his gloss, the faint mint and earth smell that clings to him, the heat of his arms, the drag of that damn piercing over the sensitive roof of his mouth—
They break apart with twin gasps when it gets hard to breathe.
James wants to pull Sirius back in. He wants to tug on his hair and moan his name, wants to continue the kiss till he suffocates. He wants to keep the image of Sirius like this— lips red, flushed cheeks and heaving chest, grey eyes practically glowing in the moonlight, mussed long black hair a stark contrast against his porcelain skin— pasted to the back of his eyelids so he may never forget it.
"Fuck," he says, and his voice comes out breathy and high pitched, but he cannot find it in himself to be anything other than completely dazed. "Fuck, that- that was—"
"Ouais," Sirius whispers, voice wonderfully hoarse, and leans forward to press his forehead against James'. Their eyes fall shut, and both of them breathe in tandem, revelling in just holding each other close. "Ouais, je– I know. Me too."
James smiles, and it's a wide, face-splitting expression. His heart thuds loudly and contentedly in his ribcage, and he sighs happily, nuzzling his face into Sirius' jaw and placing a light, fluttering kiss on the edge of it. He gets another tender forehead kiss in return, where he can feel the smile on Sirius' lips imprinting itself into his skin.
"My absurd darling," he says to James, "why wouldn't I want to go on a date with you?"
James turns his head into Sirius' neck to hide his smile and whispers, "so that's a yes, then?"
Sirius buries a chuckle in his hair.
"Yeah, Jamie-beau," he whispers back, like it's their own little secret. "Yeah, I'll go on another date with you."
James lets out a delighted giggle and surges up to claim Sirius' lips for a lightning quick kiss. Then he blinks, and pulls back to frown at Sirius in confusion. "Wait. Another? What do you mean, another?"
Sirius blinks back, just as confused, but then a spark of amusement enters his eyes. He grins and tightens his arms around James' waist.
"Jamie, sweetheart," he says in that fondly exasperated way he saves only for James, and James feels his stomach squirm at the way Sirius' tongue curls around the term of endearment. "today was a date. We went on a date to Hogsmeade, ma biche."
James pulls back, eyes wide.
"What?" he gasps. "No, it wa— oh fuck, it was, wasn't it?"
James groans and buries his head in Sirius' shoulder, an embarrassed flush climbing up his cheeks, and lightly slaps Sirius' back when he feels him shaking with suppressed mirth.
"Be quiet, you," he mutters petulantly, but his own mouth is tugging into a smile.
Sirius bursts out laughing.
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The moment they walk into the Gryffindor common room, laden down with shopping bags but with pleased smiles on their faces and their fingers clenched tightly in each other's, Lily and Remus shoot up in their seats with victorious screams.
"FUCKING FINALLY," they yell in synchronisation, and James turns his face into Sirius' shoulder to hide his laugh. A deafening wolf whistle pierces through the air, and they turn to look at Marlene, who is lounging in a chaise near the fireplace.
"GET IN, CAPTAIN," she crows, and the rest of the Quidditch team breaks into jeers and applause. James beams at them, a rosy flush colouring his bronze cheeks.
Sirius grins and curls an arm around his waist, then drags him to the stairs and up to the dormitory.
"Show my boy a good time, Black," Lily yells after them to the background noise of hooting and hollering from the rest of the students, and James makes a soft sound that is equal parts amusement and embarrassment, but then Sirius is leaning over his shoulder and running his nose lightly over his jaw.
"Oh, I intend to," he breathes, right next to James' ear, and James can't help the shudder that wracks his body.
"You do, do you?" he murmurs back as he pushes open the dormitory door. Sirius hums, and dumps the bags on the bed.
The second the door swings shut he pounces, pressing James up against the wood and licking into his mouth with a fervour that pulls a loud, startled moan from him. Cold hands slip under his sweater and shirt to grip tightly at his waist, and he buries his own fingers into Sirius' long hair, tugging on it and biting down on Sirius' bottom lip.
Sirius moans. The sound goes directly to James' lower belly, and he presses himself into Sirius, rubbing his tongue along the back of Sirius' teeth in a demand for more. Sirius obliges. His hands slide down James' sides and dig into the meat of his thighs through his jeans, and James lets out a muffled groan, lifting one leg up to wrap around Sirius and pulling him closer.
Sirius takes advantage and grabs the back of James' knees and hoists him up, immediately latching his mouth onto his jawline. James grips his hips with his thighs and presses their bodies together, gasping at the sudden sparks of pleasure that skitter along his skin.
"Sirius," he whimpers, and a low, pleased hum vibrates against his pulse point, making him shudder and grip the silky hair even tighter. Sirius' hands burn a white hot trail into his skin through the denim as they drag up from his thighs to grip his arse, and he lets out a whine, grinding down into the touch and throwing his head back at the friction to let out a long moan.
"Don't you worry, mon amour," Sirius murmurs hungrily as he trails kisses and nips down James' throat, tracing the dips and ridges of his collarbones with that damn piercing to pull another whimper from James. "I'll show you a good time."
James pulls his head back by the hair and gasps, "and if I want a good life?"
Sirius blinks, then beams, pressing his lips to James' hard enough that his head knocks back into the door. Both of them burst into quiet giggles, leaning their foreheads against each other and gently nuzzling into each other's faces. Sirius kisses him again, slow, deliberate, toe-curling and filled with promise, making him sigh and melt.
"Then I'll show you a good life."
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wherethesunsails · 1 year
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"why do you headcanon [character] as autistic and trans?"
*cartoonish loud blinking sound effect*
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bowiesawizardmoony · 1 year
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okay i have this thing that won't leave my head and people have probably done this before but
-i think harry has horrible self image. not just from the Dursley's and whatnot, but i think that boy genuinely hates looking in the mirror.
-this boy has been told his entire life by anyone and everyone that knew his parents that he looks identical to his father, and he has his mothers eyes.
-you're telling me that that's not gonna wear on him. like image having to look in the mirror everyday and see your dead parents that you never got to know staring back at you.
-maybe when he was younger it made him feel better like made him feel like they were with him when he was alone, but when he got older it was a reminder of all he had lost and never got to have and this shit breaks me heart i am so sorry
-happier note, i think he would start dating draco and he would make it a point to tell him that he looks like harry. not his parents, not the chosen one, not anything besides harry and that was enough.
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coffeepersonforever · 5 months
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Regulus, reading a book quietly: it's quite..
Remus, looking up from his book: it's never this quite
Regulus: they are doing something stupid, aren't they?
Remus: yes they are
*Sirius and James running down the hallway while being chased*
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starstruckfangirls · 1 year
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Ok so all harry potter fans i would like to talk abt dumbledore who is like the apparent greatest wizard alive right, the only ONLY one who voldemort was afraid of so honestly what the actual hell was up with him.
First of all he is a master legilimens right??? So like shouldnt he have known that peter petyigrew that rat is a death eater...like how tf did he not know im honestly confused. And also couldnt he like have got he order to swear upon their magic that they havent voldy shots, he-who-does-not-have-a-nose. LIKE HE COULDVE DONE SOMETHING ANYTHING...ATLEAST IF HE IS THE SO CALLED GREATEST WIZARD ALIVE.
Now second of all shouldnt he have known that sirius is INNOCENT. like snape turned sides right so wouldnt he try to get as much info h can from snape...and snape was one o the trusted of voldy sp he wouldve known abt peter. Unless hes also an asshole who would let a person who bullied him when he was 15 rot in askaban of all places. But fine ig this could be on snape too.
NOW HE IS THE PRESUMED GREATEST WIZARD ALIVE RIGHT... so the hell did alastor "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" moody be impersonated by someone else right under his knocky ass nose. like what???? AND he is the greatest wizard alive right..he was the one that drew the ageline...how the hell did a normal wizard just get past that...HARRY DIDNT HAVE TO BE IN THE TOURNAMENT ..NO TOURNAMENT HARRY = NO OR ATLEAST PROLONGED RISE OF THAT UGLY ASS EGG RIGHT????
Oh and for the greatest wizard alive he really abandones his students in the hands of a blood quill torturing toad real fast didnt he...like HE COULDVE HAD A BACK UP PLAN COME ON ATLEAST TRY TO LIVE UP TO UR TITLE ???
oh and how the actual hell did three FIRST YEARS mange to solve all the traps and get the philosophers stone. Like ok hermione is smart rons good at chess and harry is a luck powerful bitch but like isnt dumbledore the greatest wizard alive....how could he not have put up more wards and shit so something like this wouldnt have happened .... like bitcb are u even trying come on.
Ukw im done for now dumbledore is a interesting character he really is hes got depth and secrets u cant even think of but honestly that doesnt mean i have to like him.
Also im sorry if u find gramatic and spelling errors i could just not bother with that shit.
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neo-olde-prosecutor · 2 years
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Maruaders stans say that James Potter was more powerful that Severus because James became an animagus at 14/15/16 and then they say that creating spells is easy af??? like, do they even know what they're talking about??
Creating spells is more difficult than becoming an animagus because only witches and wizards with great understanding of and skill in magic were known to be able to invent spells in the HP universe. And if something went wrong in the spell, be it the most supposed insignificant thing, the results can be fatal.
I mean, Pandora Lovegood died due to her spell backfiring on her, and we're given the impression that this wasn't her first time experimenting.
What about becoming an animagus?
To become an animagus it takes skill, practice, and patience.
And while there's the potential of the animagus process backfiring, unlike spell invention, a backfired animagus attempt isn't fatal. There aren't many animagus because witches and wizards feel like their time could be used on something else as the process to become an animagus is actually quite lengthy and aside from using it as a means of disguising yourself/hiding, it's not really useful.
It's cool, I agree with that, but again, not really useful. Unless you wanna use it for spying, but unless you have a small form/a form no one will look at twice, it's not going to be useful.
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lary-the-lizard · 1 year
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Absolutely not! Just no. I don’t like Snape and I do love James and I fucking hate this tweet. Fuck this tweet, and fuck this person for making this joke!
Bullying is abuse. It is fucked up and wrong. It happens to people who are already societal underdogs which just makes their lives worse. It happens to people living in poverty, it happens to neurodivergent people, queer people, POC in majority white areas, people with disabilities both physical and/or mental, and people adjacent to these groups. Bullying takes many forms and all of it is bad. Light bullying is harmful and it can never be justified. Social hierarchies are bullshit so “putting someone in their place” isn’t an excuse. No one belongs under someone else’s boot. Snape didn’t need bullied, he needed a friend. If he had been shown the goodness of people he wouldn’t have become the piece of shit he was as an adult. It’s true that he still had a choice as an adult of what kind of person to be but that choice become more and more difficult the more you’re used and belittled. Every person that is wonderful and had a bullshit childhood is a goddamn miracle and their goodness is DESPITE what they went through. Don’t you fucking dare defend abuse even as a joke! It’s James abuse that made it that much more difficult for Snape to chose to be a decent person much less a good one.
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effiescardigan · 8 months
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seeing stars -
‘Please?’ James whispered, the single word falling from his lips so prettily. Fuck. Regulus is a weak weak man.
‘Don’t ask like that, it's not fair.’ His air of hesitation was slowly dissipating, he could feel the himself heating up and he really didn't think that it had anything to do with the room temperature. James' touch burned into him everywhere and somehow his hands had now found their way into his unruly hair.
Their lips were mere inches apart and Regulus could feel his pulse beating profusely. He’s right there, he's right there. He’s wanted him for so long yet now he’s in front of him, he can't close the distance. What if he gets hurt again? Their first breakup was fairly painless but the second stung like a bitch.
‘Reggie I won't hurt you.’ James whispered whilst he tenderly padded at his jaw.
Regulus' fingers curled into his hair and he roughly pulled James’ head toward him as he breathed into his ear, ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep.’
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padfootastic · 1 year
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Also, it is thoroughly established in canon that Peter was a bit of a coward and that Sirius was more powerful and a better duelist, several people confirm this and even kind of wonder at Peter “going after” Sirius in the aftermath of that Halloween, so Remus, one of Peter’s closest friends, would’ve known that Peter going after Sirius didn’t make sense. I can get him not questioning that right after, because he’s just seemingly brutally lost two friends at the hands of another, but he seriously never questions this at all in 12 years? He never once wonders why Peter, of all people, would go after Sirius?
this!!!
it’s one thing to be in a hazy veil of grief, which is fully understandable. but at some point in the dozen years, you must have questioned the circumstances leading up to the whole thing, no?
and like. same as with dumbledore and the order, even if u did believe it, why would you not, even once, try to find the story behind it? why would he not even once question why sirius did what he supposedly did? there’s so many holes in the whole case—it’s so fucking obvious if u look for it. so why did remus never once think to wonder why peter was trying to catch sirius, why sirius let himself be caught, why he would ever betray james.
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