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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝 - remus lupin x reader

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“𝕚 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠

𝕚’𝕞 𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚’𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟” - daddy issues | the neighbourhood

words || 𝟛.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader reconnects with a very drunk remus

a/n || it's been a while hola! ➵ so i'm about to hit 200 followers and i will dedicate another post to that but i have some fun things in store! mostly just a masterlist revamp, but if any of you have any ideas on what i should do (request prompts, drabble series, ama, etc.) let me know and i'd love to. ➵ this is also a marauders' era lupin fic! ➵ thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!

warnings || angst/fluff

the gryffindor common room was packed to the brim with people. the soft, sweet smell of butterbeer was paired with the sharper, much harsher smell of firewhiskey. it was the typical smell of the common room - only growing more potent when there was a party.

i sat next to lily, her hair pulled into a ponytail that tickled my cheek whenever she turned to look at or talk to someone. i could hear music but, under the sound of everyone, it was realistically quite faint.

really, i’d only come on lily’s request - saying that there was no way she’d be able to handle the party by herself. well, she said party, but i’m sure what she really meant was that she couldn’t handle james potter by herself.

speaking of, he’d just walked up to the couch we’d been sitting on - two cups in his hand.

“you two look like butterbeer girls - here, enjoy.” he handed us the drinks, the inhale i take to capture the sweet aroma confirming his assumption. lily let out a low noise - something akin to a scoff, but i could see her blush even in the low light of the room. a cocky smile was plastered on his face as he leaned against a wall next to us, “‘m glad you showed - was worried for a minute.” he was talking to the both of us, but he was looking at lily. i smiled a little, raising up from my seat. i could see lily’s betrayed look out of my peripheral, but i simply smiled.

“i think i saw meredith, i’m gonna say hi! potter-” he looks at me, “behave.” he smiles a little, before nodding and waving me off.

i had in fact seen meredith, and she was dancing and singing unintelligably. hell, she didn’t even recognize me for a few minutes. i realized almost immediately that it was because of the firewhiskey - and, after a sniff of her empty glass, realized just how effective the beverage must be. i found one of her friends, handing her off as i thought about just how bad her hangover would be the next day.

sirius sat at an edge of the room, having set up a makeshift bar. he noticed me as i walked over, smiling in greeting.

“hey there!”

“hello - mind getting me another one of these?” short chairs were set up across from him, and i sat in one, as i gestured to my now near-empty cup of butterbeer. he smiles, nodding and taking my cup, “so, how’d you get roped into bartender duty?” he laughs as he pours my drink.

“james bought all the drinks - he wanted me making sure nothing was wasted.” i widen my eyes, recalling something i’d seen on the other side of the room.

“well, i hate to tell you, but some of those hufflepuffs you guys invited were playing beer pong with half-full cups of vodka, so-” he swears lightly under his breath, handing me my cup. he turns to his left, calling for someone.

“pete! tell those hufflepuffs to drink or leave. giggly bastards.” he shook his head, and i giggled. he slumped a little onto the wall, and i sunk comfortably into my seat, “you looking for moony?” midway through a sip, i nearly spit it out.

remus lupin. nerdy, shy and oh-so-cute. just my type.

being a gryffindor meant you definitely knew the four - the marauders, as they called themselves. being lily evans’ best friend meant you had a more - how do i put it? - intimate relationship with the group. and by intimate, i mean james following her around like a lost puppy and the rest of them following his lead. it led to a pseudo-friendship with james, considering he could never really focus on me whenever lily was around, and an actual friendship with sirius and pete. the latter of which also really never spoke.

then there was remus. our relationship was a little more complicated. well, it wouldn’t have been, if i wasn’t so goddamn in love with him.

he was just so sweet. he had the same charm as james or sirius, but without all the cockiness. it was just simple and genuine. it was the way his hair would fall into his eyes as he told me about something dumb sirius did, or how he’d help pete with transfiguration homework in the common room, or the way that he’d just listen to me - with an intensity that made me feel like i was the only person he would ever want to listen to.

then, there was that day we were potions partners.

i remember my hands being all clammy, so focused on not embarrassing myself in front of him that it became a self-fulfilling prophecy - the neglected vat of purple liquid in our cauldron fizzing up and spilling over the edges, and onto me. i’d cursed myself - thankful that the potion wasn’t at all dangerous - but still fully flustered. slughorn had been sympathetic but, overall, quite useless.

it’d been remus who’d followed me to a bathroom, helping me clean myself up. as i scrubbed rigorously at my button-up, he’d quickly realized that it wasn’t - for the moment - salvageable.

“that’s not coming out, is it?” i let out a defeated sound - a mix of a sigh and a laugh.

“yeah, i guess it’s not. oh, well-” i stop myself as i see him grabbing the sweater he had on and pulling it off his body. he had a shirt on similar to mine underneath - of course, without a bright purple stain.

“here. better than your shirt.” he’s got a soft smile. i hesitate, more out of shock at the kind gesture than anything, and his eyes widen, “i mean - if you’re comfortable with it- you don’t-” i stop him by taking the sweater.

“thank you, remus.” he lets me change, still waiting outside as i exit the bathroom.

“what’d you have next?” i stop and think, button-up being pushed into my book bag.

“um - mcgonagall, i pretty sure.” his face brightens.

“hey, i’ve got her too! let me walk you?” i’m stunned for a second, but i can see that his brain is about to overclock again, so i quickly nod.

the class was on the other end of campus, giving me ample time to tell the story of how meredith and I, as potions partners, had nearly burned a hole through our cauldron. he, in turn, told me about the time james and sirius nearly set slughorn’s robes on fire. i’d been laughing so hard at the story that lily looked equal parts concerned and curious as i took my seat next to her. he’d smiled too, taking a seat with peter a couple chairs down the row.

mcgonagall’s lesson had been quite ordinary, until the end of it. as everyone had packed up to leave, she’d called me aside.

of course, on the one day i don’t wear the correct uniform, i get called out on it. and - of course - i couldn’t explain the reason for my lack of button-up, as i felt that professor mcgnnagall and i had some sort of mutual respect - and that i’d probably lose it if i told her the potions story. as i got ready to take her berating with small, defeated nods, i hear someone clear their throat from behind me.

turning around, i see remus looking sheepish.

“sorry, professor - that’s my fault.” i widen my eyes at what he says, while mcgonagall waits for an explanation, “we were in potions together, and i accidentally spilled some onto her shirt.” both our jaws drop - mine in shock that he’s taking the blame for me, and mcgonagall’s as she starts berating him for how careless ‘his’ actions were.

nevertheless, we were out of the classroom soon enough. i think i hear us both breathe a sigh of relief as we exit, before i turn to look at him.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“i know. wanted to.” he said, with a small shrug. it seemed almost dismissive, so i decided not to comment.

that day cemented my adoration for him. of course, this made me avoid the common room like the plague, always worried that i’d see him, do something dumb, and make a laughing stock of myself. still, i sorta had to see him during meals - and treasured those moments and conversations so much that it was almost pitiful.

it was a weird juxtaposition - wanting to spend every moment with him, but also believing that, if i did, i’d make a fool of myself.

it all came to a head about two weeks later. even lily had noticed my strange absences, making a point to ask me about it. i’d responded with something - honestly? - stupid and dismissive. she looked like she wanted to ask more, but bit her tongue in the end. the person i really couldn’t hide from, though, was remus.

he’d caught me as i tried to make my way up to my dorm after my classes on friday.

“hey, y/n! mind if i talk to you really quick?” i’d malfunctioned for a half-moment, before swallowing, and nodding. we’d walked up to his dorm - james and pete were with lily and meredith, and sirius was apparently in the ‘library studying’.

in other words - we were alone. together.

it was silent for a moment, as he leaned against his bed post and i found refuge on the windowsill.

“so…” i start slowly, “what did you want to talk about?” i was avoiding his gaze, but brought my eyes up to him. he was looking at me intently, the same way he did when i was telling him a story.

as if he were trying to read me.

“...are you alright?” he finally murmured the question, after a long pause. my breath hitches a little in my throat.

“what - what do you mean?” he readjusts so that his back is against his bedpost and his arms are crossed over his chest.

“i don’t know, you’re not really around anymore. i only ever see you at breakfast or supper. you’re never in the common room - i guess i just had to ask.” i’m quiet, trying to think of a viable answer. his brows are furrowed, as if he were thinking very deeply about something,, “it - it’s not me, right? i didn’t make you uncomfortable that day after potions, did i?” i open my mouth to deny his baseless worry, before i pause.

“how - i mean, what made you think that was the problem?” i can see his body relax as he realizes that that was, in fact, not the problem.

“i’m not - i guess i just assumed. because, well, you sorta stopped talking to me after that.” a small, nervous giggle slips from my mouth.

“what’re you talking about? i’m here with you right now. i’m talking to you, right?” he rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he pushes off the bedpost and walks towards me. he stands in front of me, next to where my legs dangle from the sill.

“you know that’s not what i’m talking about,” he sighs a little, his head dropping into the space between us as he places his palms onto the top of the sill - one to each side of me, “will you give me a real answer?” the question’s smaller. quieter.

of course, that could also be because my ears had started ringing. that, mixed with the sudden sound of my blood rushing as my face heated up, were all likely factors. he was close - close enough for me to tilt my head forward and do what i’d been wanting to for so long.

“i don’t - um - don’t know what to tell you.”

“tell me the truth. are you okay?”

“yes.” he sucks in a breath.

“is it me?” i close my eyes, nodding slowly, “fuck.” he mumbles, retracting. but, i grasp his hands before he can.

“remus - i’m in love with you.” both our eyes widen at the confession, and i resist the urge to slap my hand over my stupid fucking mouth. how could i say that? what would he think of me? how could i let myself just ruin everything - by destroying our friendship and making his way too uncomfortable to be around me anymore-

“seriously?” his question cuts off my inner rambling. my eyes had closed somewhere along the way, but i couldn’t stop my head from nodding in response to him, “y/n. y/n, look at me.” i can feel his fingers at my chin, urging my eyes open. they do, tentatively, and i’m met with a look of incredulity and a smile.

“seriously.” the words are a whisper from my lips, and i can feel his mouth lowering to close the gap between us. he moves slowly - too slowly - prompting me to sit up and meet him half-way.

his hand’s cupping my cheek, the slightly rough pads of his fingers rubbing along my skin. his lips are chapped, but gentle, lightly pushing against mine as i smile into him. i thread my fingers around his neck, finding solace in the tendrils of hair at the nape of it.

i break away slowly, breathing deeply, eyes still closed.

“why’d you do that?” i murmur, and the breath of his quiet laugh hits my cheek.

“why’d you think? i love you too.”

he’d actually ended up regretting the kiss later - but not for the reasons one would expect. instead, he’d told me, it was simply the wrong time. he’d wanted to do it the right way - a couple dates, a proclamation of true affection, and a fairy-tale first kiss at the end of it.

as he’d told his story, i’d simply laughed. i liked our version better.

we’d actually planned on not letting the others know for a while as - of course - james and lily were meant to be the poster couple for our friend group. james would have been fuming if he learned that someone else’s pining and cute gestures were taking precedence over his own.

of course, that didn’t really last long, as sirius had quickly caught us making out as we were both drunk at the next party, and had promptly hollered the news to everyone else. i’m pretty sure that party ended early, actually, with peter, sirius, lily and meredith all asking us a plethora of questions. james had gone to bed early - probably to sulk.

we’d gone very strong for nearly half a year. sirius had made a joke that we were the perfect couple - so busy dealing with his bullshit that we never had to deal with our own. it was funny at the time, and we’d laughed it off - neither assuming that our relationship really had any shit that we needed to figure out.

that was, until around that six-month mark. there’d been something that had started bothering me about them - all of them - and it was shocking to me how much they all brushed it off.

there was another student in our year, severus snape - a slytherin. he’d always been quiet and, from the looks of it, a bit lonely. in fact, i never even noticed his much until james had taken it upon himself to harass the student. well, james always said it was all in the name of respecting lily - the guy had said some rather odd things to her. but, they never seemed malicious. only a little sad. james had taken it as an attack on his ego and, together with sirius, caused a plethora of problems for snape. remus had even joined in on a few occasions, but his usual role of sitting and letting james and sirius do as they wished was - honestly - shocking enough for me already.

i’d asked him time and time again what his moral compass had consisted of - and how harassing a student because he didn’t know how to flirt fell onto it. he’d insisted every time that snape deserved it, and that he wouldn’t be okay with it if he didn’t. it made me worried, his almost blind allegiance to the marauders. i loved the boys too, but could and would point out when they fucked up. i didn’t think that he could.

it had all culminated in me breaking it off. i didn’t want to be the person to pose the ultimatum of ‘them or me’ - because i felt that it would wield an answer i couldn’t bear. so, i split us quietly, quickly and without hassle.

i mean, if you count nights of drunkenly sobbing into lily or meredith’s shoulders as ‘without hassle’.

eventually, i came to the realization that snape was as much of a bastard as the boys had made him out to be. he’d had the fucking audacity to verbally abuse lily in front of me - it took both her and meredith stopping me from shoving my foot so far up his ass-

anyways.

by then, i couldn’t exactly take back what i did to remus, even if i knew he was right. i’d never told him this disagreement was the reason for our split in the first place - so i couldn’t exactly bring it up now.

and it was just so frustrating, because it was easy to get back into my normal grooves with sirius, james and peter again. going from classmates back to friends with them was easy - but how do you go from friends, to lovers, to strangers, to friends with someone?

especially when that someone seems to be avoiding you. and asking the others about him just seemed desperate and almost pitiful. so, we opted to just avoid each other and, if we couldn’t, to ignore each other.

sometimes, though, i’d catch his eyes from across the room in classes or the common room, or from the other end of the table at the dining hall. i could tell he’d look at me occasionally, but could never really figure out why. nor could i find myself blaming him, as i found myself doing the same - seeking him out whenever i knew he was in the same room as me.

that was what brought me here. sipping on a butterbeer in front of sirius.

“why would you ask that? why would i be looking for him?”

“i dunno - you’ve got that lost look in your eyes. like i’m not the guy you wanna be drinking with right now.” i scoff playfully.

“what? you’re a great drinking buddy!”

“haha,” it’s sarcastic, and he goes quiet for a second, “but, seriously, he’s been mumbling about you.” i furrow my brows.

“sorry, mumbling?” he shrugs.

“yeah, in his sleep - he says your name. he only does it when he’s stressed, honestly, it’s been driving me insane.” i gulp, suddenly feeling very guilty.

“is - is he okay?” he shrugs again.

“really not sure, he’s been acting odd lately. oh! you know when lily stays at her parents for the winter instead of staying here?” i nod slowly, “and james get’s all reclusive and pouty?”

“yeah, what-”

“that’s what remus’s like now.” my eyes widen, the analogy perfectly describing the scene. my mouth’s suddenly dry, and i feel myself start to fidget nervously with my cup.

“can i-”

“see him? he’s in the dorm. i’ll tell james and peter to stay here.” i give a short, appreciative smile, before my face contorts into worry again. placing my cup with him and pushing off my chair, i bounded up the stairs to the dorms. reaching theirs, i knock lightly on the door. nothing, so i try it again. this time, i hear a low groan from inside, and i quickly open the door.

remus’s sprawled on the windowsill, hands covering his face - his hair and clothes all messy. i rush to him, taking his hands off his face as he slowly opens his eyes. the smell of firewhiskey hits me like a train when i reach him - and i quickly realize why, upon seeing an almost-half-empty bottle of the stuff on his bedside table.

“y/n?” he asks, speech a bit slow and slurred.

“remus, are you okay?” his hands are in mine, and he clutches them a little more tightly as he falls into a fit of drunken giggles.

“‘m just fine - you’re here now!” i breathe a sigh of relief - his corny flirting a sure-fire indicator that he was just fine.

“god, you scared me. why’d you drink so much, anyways?” he shrugged.

“missed you.” i sighed, my guilt creeping its way up my body, “wanted to talk to you. peter said you’d come.” i look at him, his dazed but loving expression plastered clearly on his face.

“why’d you need to drink to talk to me?” he pauses.

“get too flustered, normally. y’make me nervous.” i scoff, one of shock.

“i make you nervous?” he nods, his arms finding themselves around my waist and pulling closer to him.

“fuck, just wanna tell you how i’m doing. want you to tell me how you’re doing.” i giggle as he pushes his forehead against my cheek.

it’s so normal, just like we used to be. huddled up in his dorm, just talking to each other.

“you can do that, remus. how are you?”

“so drunk.” he laughs, and i laugh a little too. it’s silent for a few seconds. i appreciate the heat of his body, the sweetness of his breath, the way his hair tickles my cheek, “missed you.”

“i missed you, too.”

“i tried to let you ago. couldn’t.” i sigh.

“can’t let you go either.”

“just wanna talk to you again.”

“then talk.”

and he did. he talked, in his drunken stupor, until we heard the commotion of the party from downstairs die down. until we could feel the soft tendrils of the first rays of the sun.

that was when he stopped. but only for a minute.

“can i kiss you?” i look at his face, the drunken haziness - while still there - overpowered by that intensity from the day i told him that i love him.

“please.”

and kiss me, he did.

on the windowsill that started it all.

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maraudersbutmuggle · 3 years

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"The Prank"

Content Warning: Gender Dysphoria, Transphobia, Violence, PTSD. Depression, Mentions of Sexual Abuse. ANGST, ANGST, ANGST.

It was the week before exams. Everyone was crazy, especially the fifth years. These exams would define their possible careers in the future.

Remus was twice stressed. He was sick of people asking him questions and asking him to tutor them and sharing his notes with them.

After he had yelled to two poor third years, and slammed his book shot, making Peter jump, he went to the loo. Just to wash his face and take a bloody break.

He didn't know it would be one of the worst days of his life.

As he washed his face, he heard someone coming in. But Remus ignored it. Perhaps it was another boy.

"Hello, Rosie"

"Rosie, my sweet Rosie" "No!" "C'me here, Rosie..." "DADDY!!"

Remus began shaking. He looked that the voice came from Snape. He was staring at Remus like a strange animal in the zoo.

"Snivellus" Remus tried to sound confident, but his voice sounded high pitched.

"Rosalind Meredith Lupin. That's your name, isn't it?"

"C'me here, Rosie..." "Daddy!! Help!!"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Remus was trying so hard not to break down. How did Snape find out?

Snape ignored him.

"I can't believe you fooled everyone. Even myself" Snape let out a little laugh. He stared at Remus with disgust "And all this time, you'd been a girl?"

Remus shook his head. Now he was shaking.

"I'm not a girl" but he didn't sound convincing.

"What I don't understand is who else knows? How could Dumbledore let you in, if you're sick. You are a freak"

"Shut up" more shaking "How did you find out?"

There was no point in denying it now. Remus was being so obvious.

Snape grinned. He took a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Thanks to the little love note between you and Black" Snape said "Maybe he needs to be careful where he leaves the love letters you send him"

Now he remembered. The note he had exchanged with Sirius. About his binder. About him being trans. He had begged Sirius not to show it to anyone.

"And then, I searched for you on the Internet. You were in the local news, Rosie. One of the victims of Fenrir Greyback. They found he had been raping girls thanks to your dad, the hero" Snape rolled his eyes "You were his last victim before he went to jail"

"Please don't tell anyone" Remus begged.

Nobody knew about that, not even his friends.

Snape shrugged "Why wouldn't I? Lupin? This is golden. One of The Marauders is actually a girl..."

"No..." Remus cried

"I can't belive your friends hid you like a fucking experiment. What do they do to you, Rosie?"

"I'm tryin' to be nice, Rosie..." "Please no!!" "Shut up!! I said shut up!!"

All Remus could do was cry and tremble. He didn't even dare to look at Snape anymore. He despised him and he couldn't believe Lily actually liked him. But Remus hated himself more.

"I thought I smelled grease from outside"

Remus was even more embarrassed to see his friends enter the bathroom. James in the front. Like a good leader. Him and Snape were mortal enemies.

"Potter" Snape clenched his teeth.

They noticed Remus.

"Moony?"

Sirius noticed Remus with eyes of concern. It was his fault. It was his fault Snape knew.

"What did you say to him, asshole?"

"I didn't touch your little bitch, Black" Snape scoffed.

"You and your greasy ass are always around upsetting us" James said "So go away"

Snape ignored him "You fucking perverts"

"Excuse me?"

"You hide a girl in your dorm, probably spy on her while she changes. God knows what else..."

Sirius rolled his eyes "What the fuck are you talking about? What girl?"

Snape pointed at Remus "Rosalind"

"Get away from Rosalind, you fucking wanker!!" "Daddy..." "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!! NOBODY TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER!!"

The Marauders turned to look at Remus. They didn't know his birth name. Remus felt so embarrassed. He clenched his nails on his arm, harder and harder. He wanted it to hurt.

"What is it, Marauders?" Snape continued, voice full of hate "Do you take turns to fuck her?"

PUM!!

James knocked Snape to the ground before anyone can stop it.

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"

Snape touched his nose. And then he laughed. Like a maniac.

Greyback touched his nose. And then he laughed. Like a maniac. "Come on, Lyall! Hit me more!"

James wasn't satisfied. He kneeled down and kept punching and punching Snape yelling swear words and insults.

Remus was in shock. He stood there, glued to the ground. Like a statue.

Sirius crossed eyes with him. He looked so broken, and angry too. His eyes lowered. And Sirius turned to help James with the beating.

Peter seemed in shock as well. He had managed to put an arm around Remus and whispered things like: "It's okay, Moony. I'm sorry. It's okay"

This is it. Remus thought. Snape is going to die. James and Sirius are going to kill him. And Remus would be an accomplice. A stupid witness that didn't do shit. Just silently cried and shook.

Finally a younger boy came in and gasped looking at the scene.

"GET HELP" Peter yelled "PLEASE!"

The boy ran away. And minutes later, someone came in with him.

"STOP IT!!" It was Lily. She was pale as a ghost. Not in the normal way, but nearly transparent "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING STOP!! YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM!!"

"PLEASE LYALL STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!!" "He hurt her!!" Lyall cried, still hitting Greyback "He hurt my little girl"

Remus was surprised to see Lily's strength as she pushed James away. Peter ran to do the same with Sirius.

James was panting. He blinked like finally reacting. He looked at Lily, who was crying. And then at his hands. Covered in blood.

"Go and find McGonagall, Owen" Lily sobbed, talking to the little boy still there "Please"

Owen obeyed immediately.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU" Lily screamed mostly at James. He looked pale. Nearly in tears.

"Sorry..." he said "Sorry Lily.."

It was the first time that James Potter felt so small and quiet around Lily Evans.

But Lily was already on her knees, checking on Snape.

"Sev..." she cried "Sev... please wake up"

James' eyes were focused on them. He looked embarrassed. Sirius on the other hand approached Remus.

"Remus, are you okay?"

"Rosie, are you okay?" Hope asked, tears in her eyes. "MUMMY!!" the child cried. "Oh honey, it's okay" Hope hugged her child, crying herself "Mummy is here, is okay"

Remus flinched. Mostly because he was surprised that someone had addressed him. He had witnessed everything as if he wasn't there. And he felt the pain in his palms. Bleeding because of his nails.

He didn't want to talk to Sirius. He didn't want to talk to anyone or to see anyone. He just felt pain pain pain. Guilt Guilt Guilt. Anger anger anger.

This is your fault, Sirius. He knows because of you. He almost died because of you.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!" McGonagall gasped, covering her mouth "What the hell happened?"

Nobody answered. They could only hear Lily's sobbing.

"Miss Evans, who did this to Mr. Snape?"

"It was me" James whispered. James never whispered. He was always loud.

"What was that, Mr. Potter?"

"It was me" he repeated

"And me"

Sirius, the loyal companion. Loyal with James, not with Remus.

"Miss Evans, please take Mr. Snape to The Hospital Wing right now! Mr. Pettigrew, help her"

"Yes, professor"

Remus didn't understand how Peter was so calm, how could he even react?

"Potter, Black. To my office"

James didn't even protest. He gave a last glance at Lily, who was stroking Snape's hair. And James walked outside. Sirius immediately followed, his eyes on Remus as he walked. Concerned blue eyes.

I hate you. I hate all of you..... Not quite.

McGonagall walked carefully towards Remus. He noticed he was still trembling and panting. McGonagall didn't scold him. She just smiled.

"Mr. Lupin" she said kindly "Why don't you step into my office, and we'll take some calming tea. Alright? You can explain what happened?"

Remus just nodded. Because he couldn't speak. McGonagall touched his arm, and they walked outside. Remus find in her body a support not to fall.

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The boys were not expelled but severely punished after they explained their motives. Snape was forbidden to speak to anyone about Remus. Remus remained angry at Sirius and James for months after this. But they make up.

This is my muggle version of The Prank. But this time it makes sense.

#marauders #marauders muggle au #muggle au #marauders era #remus lupin #trans remus lupin #trans rights #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #snape slander #jily #wolfstar

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transfenris-truther · 2 years

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Thanks to @merrybandofmurderers for the tag! I'm tagging @blarrghe and @tea42 if y'all have anything to share. This is an excerpt from an as yet unnamed project nobody asked for even though I'm working on like four things right now that people are actually interested in, sorry.

This is from a baby post-game fic I've been toying with about Fenris tracking down information about his past and Hawke tagging along and experiencing a bit of homesickness.

In Scheron, Hawke was treated with no small amount of suspicion and resentment. Especially in the free cities where Fenris was most beloved. Merchants who kept to the Qun would not sell to "bas serrabas." Elves, so used to human men with staves being Tevinter conquerors, watched him closely. More than once, Fenris came back angry after being taken aside for a well-meaning conversation about how he ought to leave the mage behind.

Hawke tried to let it go. He should be glad this was a place where someone was looking out for elves like Fenris. He should be proud that Fenris trusted him as he did. But he didn't. He was too hot, sunburnt, and sick from spicy food he couldn't tolerate. He was guilty and irritable and tired. He didn't say anything about it. Fenris deserved to enjoy himself.

Ultimately, it was Fenris who had to bring it up. They were staying in someone's outbuilding, over the last few days they had been winding closer to the estate where Fenris had apparently been born, and deeper into the spice lands. These parts of Scheron had never really been conquered, and nearly every village they came across was crawling with Fog Warriors wearing their whites openly. It was rare to hear Common or Qunlat at all. The elves- and it was primarily elves that lived here- spoke mostly Tevene and a quick, snappy native language that even Fenris only understood half of. "You are not happy," Fenris began, as blunt as he ever was.

"It's nothing, Fenris."

Hawke sat morosely on the bedroll someone had lent to them. In another passive-aggressive gesture, they had lent them two in an implied suggestion that Hawke and Fenris ought to sleep apart. Fenris crossed the room from the door, small in soft linen clothes they had purchased in traditional patterns. He settled himself in Hawke's lap, across his folded legs, winding his arms around Hawke's neck, "You can talk to me, Hawke."

Julian sighed, drawing Fenris into his chest, "I'm just tired, Fen. It's so hot."

It wasn't hot. It was nearly nighttime and the outbuilding they had been allowed to sleep in was dug slightly into the cool dirt. Fenris let himself be held, waiting for Hawke to tell him the truth.

"Was it weird? To be in Ferelden with me?"

"Ferelden was cold," Fenris muttered against his collarbone.

Talking about it was already helping somehow. He chuckled, "Scheron is hot."

He could feel the sensation of Fenris' smiling teeth against his shoulder. Hawke continued, "I feel like an outsider here. I've never had people dislike me like this."

Fenris looked up at him, smiling slyly, "Oh no? Not Meredith? Or Cullen? Mother Petrice? Grand Cleric Elthina? Bran? What about that woman from the Rose? Or that Evitts Marauders fellow? Oh, and in Ferelden, that Mabari breeder. And the woman at the Lothering chantry who tried to have you tossed out."

Hawke should have expected he would start making a list. Hawke disengaged his hands from Fenris to hold them up defensively, "Okay, okay. Fair point well made. I mean to say that I've never had so many people assume that I'm evil when I haven't even done anything. Usually I have to do something first."

#WIP Wednesday #da2 #fenris #Fenhawke #m!hawke

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ssa-montgomery · 3 years

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Table For Five

Word Count: 1405

Summary: When Bizzy organises a family dinner Addison invites Meredith and must confront the truth about her sexuality and finally tell her family the truth.

Characters: Meredith x Addison

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, coming out

A/N: So this was completed as part of the Meddison fic exchange on AO3 hosted by @bobbiejelly. This was written for chzkate over on AO3 and I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you all enjoy :D

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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"Addie? Are you here?" Meredith called out as walked into the on-call room. It was dark in the room, the only source of light coming from the open door and she struggled to make out the other figure lying on a bed on the opposite side of the room. Her pager had gone off just as she walked out of the O.R., a 911 page from Addison. She had immediately rushed to the room Addison told her to meet her in. They had made a rule when they started dating that a 911 page meant when possible, they dropped everything to help the other. A situation where they needed to use this rule had rarely come up so when Meredith saw the page it felt like her heart had dropped into her stomach. She reached out blindly and flicked on the lights, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw Addison sit up from where she had been lying down on one of the beds. "Are you okay what's wrong? What's the emergency?"

"There isn't an emergency," Addison sighed with a shake of her head. Meredith could hear the stress and nerves in her voice as spoke, her voice wavering ever so slightly."Well, there is, just not like someone's dying emergency. I'm having a personal emergency. But somebody might end up dying and that might be me when they find out so you know, emergency."

Meredith could see almost every single one of Addison's anxious red flags. Mid rant, she pushed herself off the bed and started pacing, her words picking up speed along her steps. She was gesturing with her hands and Meredith was beginning to wonder if she was actually talking to her or simply ranting to herself. She stepped forward and caught her hands in hers pulling Addison towards her, running her thumb across the back of her hand. Addison pouted and stomped her foot against the ground after now having her pacing taken away from her. Meredith had to hold in her laughter at her toddler like actions but most of all she was just growing more concerned.

"What's going on Addison? Talk to me, sweetheart." Meredith said softly moving one of her hands to caress her cheek. She melted into the contact and pushed her cheek further into Meredith's touch.

Addison huffed out a deep breath and finally stood still. The contact from Meredith beginning to calm her nerves. She took Meredith's hand in hers and led her back towards the bed and sunk down onto it, leaning back against the wall with her legs pulled up close to her chest. Looking up at Meredith she gave her those puppy dog eyes she always did when she was about to ask her to do something she wouldn't like.

"My family are coming to town and they want us all to have dinner together." Addison started nervously. She bit lightly at the inside of her lip before continuing. "And I may have mentioned that I saw seeing someone and they asked me to invite them. But they don't know that my partner is - well you. Or that I'm-"

Addison's voice trailed off then and she looked at Meredith hopelessly. "Oh my God, what am I going to do?"

"Addie, don't worry," Meredith said reassuringly. She hated seeing Addison so worried and she wanted to do anything she could to cheer her up. She smirked before continuing. "It's not like you're showing up at a family dinner and announcing "This is my new girlfriend, who also happens to be the ex-mistress of the husband who left me and by the way, I think I might be a lesbian."

Addison let out a sarcastic scoff and rolled her eyes before playfully pushing at her shoulder. "Yeah, nice one Grey you're hilarious."

"But seriously Addison." She tilted her face so she was looking her in the eyes again and now her playful tone was gone. She would be lying didn't admit she was slightly nervous at the concept of meeting Addison's family. As far as previous relationships went she didn't have a great track record with meeting mothers. "Whatever happens I will be there with you. I'm not letting you do this alone."

"Thank you, Meredith." Addison leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing the hair out of her face. When she pulled away from the kiss she smiled at her. "So I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow?"

"Perfect." She grinned quickly kissing her on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch up her face in the most adorable way.

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Addison was nervous, she was willing to admit that. Things with her parents had never exactly been easy and it had been a long time now since she'd seen either of them. Not that any period of time would be long enough when it came to her family. There was no way of knowing how her family would react to the news and that was what scared her the most. They had just arrived with five minutes to spare and were now standing in the lobby waiting to be seated, Meredith by her side. It was a high-end fancy restaurant that would almost change you for simply looking at the menu per her mother's request. It wasn't the kind of place Meredith would visit all that often and she felt a little out of place. It was quiet thankfully, with only a handful of other groups seated around the large room. At least if Bizzy made a scene there wouldn't be many other people around to witness it.

They were escorted by a waitress towards the table where her family were already seated having arrived before them. She could feel Meredith close behind her, always at her shoulder. It brought her a certain level of comfort just knowing that Meredith was always with her, always by her side. Once they arrived at the table they all exchanged the usual stiff and almost awkward welcomes that Addison had grown to expect from her family. It seemed that all eyes were on Meredith.

"Who's your friend dear?" Bizzy smiled, that same waspy smile Addison gotten used to over the years. The one that was less warm and more borderline threatening. One she had become all too familiar with in her youth when Bizzy wanted her to admit to something she already knew.

"Mother this is-" Addison hesitated for a second as she looked over her shoulder at Meredith and then took a deep breath. If this was happening this was happening now, consequences be damned. She wanted everything out in the open, she owed Meredith and their relationship the full honesty it deserved. "This is Meredith Grey, she's my girlfriend. I'm attracted to women."

There was a beat of silence as everyone looked around the table at each other. Addison twisted her hands together nervously, waiting for a reaction, any reaction at all. She could feel the fear settling in the pit of her stomach. Archer then raised his glass of beer and tipped it towards Addison.

"Smart choice sis, never did like that Derek guy all that much anyway." He then downed the last of his drink and called over the waiter to order another. God Addison really could use a drink right about now. There had always been a part of her that thought Archer suspected she liked women when they were growing up but he never said anything and neither did she.

Surprising Bizzy simply nodded, giving Meredith a slight smile and gestured to the empty seats opposite her. As Addison made her way past her she gently grabbed her arm and pulled her down to whisper in her ear. "Next time Addison dear, a warning would be nice."

The Captain just gave a sharp jerk of his head in their direction as his form of acceptance. "Like mother like daughter." He mumbled loud enough for only Bizzy to hear. He then felt a sharp pain in his shin as Bizzy dug her high heel into his leg under the table.

"Please let me know when you're ready to order." A waitress smiled approaching the table with their menus. She laid them down in front of everyone and then placed down a drinks menu. "Can I get anyone any more drinks?"

"Oh God yes please." Addison laughed with relief. "Can I get a Martini and two tequilas please?"

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thessalian · 2 years

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Thess vs Screenshare Chat

Last night, as we were not having shenanigans (though at least two out of three have now provided me with all the information I need to run a short bit of session, which is good), I needed the following:

Something engaging enough to be fun but not fiddly enough to be painful

To talk to a human being that wasn’t a colleague or the guy at my local corner shop

So Meep!Warden was out (too fiddly, and not good for conversational background). Which meant the next option was to start my first Molly!Hawke playthrough with a full, 100%, all-DLC completion Warden to import to form the world state. So I could get through Lothering and talk to @true0neutral more or less at the same time, which is what I generally do when I need human companionship because I lost the knack of just talking without something else to do ages ago. I dislike being on the phone or any kind of voice chat without something to do with my hands. Also I screenshare so @true0neutral gets to watch me stab darkspawns’ spines out through their abdomens.

Anyway, discussion went to cover the Dragon Age franchise from the point of view of “writer with a tendency to dissect everything” and “someone studying game development”. Which was fun.

Disappointment in the progression of darkspawn model design largely explained with, “They keep saying how the DA franchise is about the world rather than the specific characters and focus on the darkspawn died with the Blight, especially if you killed the Architect”. Then the realisation that you only really had a Blight in the first place to make Corypheus a bit more comprehensible, and Corypheus himself was only there to usher in Solas / Fen’harel.

Armour and clothing design, and how sometimes it gets deeply, deeply stupid (I mean, I get that you need to hide neck seams because those are the worst in development, but in which case maybe don’t have so many of your NPCs wear off-the-shoulder shit that involves having this stupid leather neckpiece? And the design of Templar armour, if you look at it closely, is just stupid.)

That whole thing derived from, “I get they want to make it really obvious that Wesley got injured but a slash from waist to shoulder along the back of someone in full armour is probably not going to do that much damage, as the blade would get bound up on straps, metal, or both. You can make a stab obvious enough to get by but please stop pretending armour isn’t a thing!” (See also: Aveline putting a dagger through an armour chest plate to mercy-kill Wesley. I get that we’re going for drama but common fucking sense would be nice too.)

How honestly this does feel like a bit of a disconnect between the writers and the dev team as much as anything else, and how there should be regular weekly meetings before they get very far past the pitch stage just to make sure that art and writer expectations mesh well. Same with dev team and concept artists; regular checks of things like, “Can we do this?” “We’ve tried to do this and it looks horrific; where can we adjust expectations?” etc.

How despite all of this, Dragon Age 2 is a great game that did a lot better with subverting the traditional Hero’s Journey expectations of a game than, say, the ending of Mass Effect 3. I’d rather have the anticlimax of whittling down Meredith’s health bar only to have her red lyrium sword shatter and turn her to lyrium, thereby denying me the killing blow, than end up with the last bit of combat being Marauder Shields before ten minutes of slow limping and transhumanist rambling that never once takes into account the notion of getting the rest of the galaxy’s consent for the whole “synthetics and organics become one” thing.

(For the record, I can see the advantages; it’s not like I’m against transhumanism in general. My issue with all of that was consent. Killing or controlling the Reapers? That’s between you and the Reapers. Modifying the genetics of every member of every sapient species in the galaxy? I want informed and enthusiastic consent before I do that to, like, septillions of people. But we don’t get a dialogue option for that.)

Anyway, also, “Warrior or Rogue Hawke answers the Call to Adventure by going to Ostagar, flees the Call to Adventure screaming NOPE when Loghain’s forces withdrew, and then found that the Call to Adventure followed them across the Waking Sea and keeps banging on their door like they owe it money” being our jam as far as subverting the traditional Hero’s Journey.

The writing potential inherent in Hawke, on the way to Weisshaupt or wherever, trying to explain this whole mess to an interested third party (possibly, like, Finn from Witch Hunt).

And finally, the realisation that, particularly with the lead writing role passing to Patrick Weekes, and the general necessity to cram in whatever possible from ancillary media (books, comics, etc), it’s highly likely that if we ever do get any kinds of answers to any of the mysteries that Thedas has to offer ... they’re going to contradict each other in some way. Hell, enough of the lore does already that I still kind of want to shake people (how the Dalish treat mage-talented clan members, for instance ... and honestly anything to do with elves).

I still hurt, but mentally and emotionally I feel a bit better. Honestly, I’d probably have felt better even if we hadn’t had such an interesting conversation. It’s the cat thing; I’m happy just having someone share my space, virtually or otherwise, not doing much of anything but maybe making the occasional comment. Which is a lot of how it happens when we do that sort of thing but I was having a thinky sort of day yesterday, I guess, so hey.

#Thess plays video games #Thess has opinions

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railingsofsorrow · 3 years

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princessshikky · 4 years

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Basically an m!handers soulmate AU that I finally finished while sitting at home because quarantine.

Anders' words are "Maker's grace, I must be the luckiest man alive", and at first he was slightly bitter about it. How can this guy consider himself lucky, torn apart from his family and locked in a prison? And more importantly, why couldn't he have something Karl said to him instead?

In solitary, the words become his anchor. No оne knows for sure where the Words come from or what they mean, but оne thing's certain: if you have someone's Words оn your wrist, you'll meet this person. Your meeting might be short and tragic, but it's bound to happen. Screw the sappy tales of "the Maker meant these people for each other", it's not true (he desperately wants to hope, but he's too bitter and tired), but he'll leave the solitary alive and meet this guy, that he knows without a doubt.

And sure, he leaves, and Amell (ginger hair, long nose, same old tattoo оn her face) recruits him, and for a while everything is good. Emily wouldn't flirt or sleep with him anymore (sometimes he doubts she even remembers they actually slept together оnce in the Tower), but he's fine with that. Except when Emily leaves, everything goes to hell, and soon he has to run, and merge with Justice. That didn't go so well.

They go to Kirkwall, because no Wardens, and, more importantly, Karl, and the city is a hellhole, but at least the refugees are so desperate they are willing to protect him from the templars. Anders is alerted regardless: any minute, something could happen. Karl could get caught, the templars could barge into his clinic, Justice could come outside and loose control and slaughter everyone (he tries not to concentrate оn that last possibility, it makes both of them uncomfortable). Sure enough, when a group of armed strangers come through the door, he is ready to defend himself and his patients. Justice sends him a burst of energy, and Anders tentatively lets him... not take over their body, no, but come to the surface of their conscience.

"I have made this place a sanctum of healing and salvation! Why do you threaten it?" — Justice demands in Anders' voice. Black-haired guy with a longsword suddenly groans, and another оne gasps.

"Maker's grace, I must be the luckiest man alive".

"Oh, no", — the sword-guy mutters, and Anders is inclined to agree with him. Oh, no. He doesn't need that now. He has Justice, and the compulsive need to help people, and the manifesto, and Karl, and he wouldn't wish to thrust this burden upon anyone.

Hawke doesn't exactly give him the chance to back off. He's kind, and understanding, and a fellow mage (an apostate, no less!), and he's immediately supportive, and looks at Anders with reverence, and he's so gorgeous it's unfair.

In short, Hawke is perfect.

He helps with the disastrous attempt to get Karl out. He helps with the mage underground. He tries to help the mages escape the Circle. He reads the manifesto and offers new arguments. He is even supportive about the situation with Justice. He looks at Anders like he hung the moons in the sky. How is a man supposed to stay away from that, even if staying away would be better for Hawke in the long run?

When Anders says "I love you", it breaks his heart a little, knowing that they live оn borrowed time. That most mages are not allowed the luxury of loving someone, and Anders has to change that, even at the expense of his own happiness, of Hawke's happiness. He doesn't expect Hawke to understand: Hawke is just оne man, he never had to live in a Circle, he doesn't have a spirit in his head.

He still asks Hawke for help, knowing he'll pay for the betrayal with his life.

Only he doesn't.

Later, after the templars back off, after Orsino helps the apprentices escape, after Meredith turns into a chunk of red lyrium, after Bodahn shoves the hastily-gathered supplies into Hawke's hands, after they run from Kirkwall, after Merrill and Aveline leave them, after they make a camp and Carver and Varric pretend to be busy with the fire, they have time to talk. Hawke sighs and frowns and shakes his head.

"I can't believe you did this".

"The mages need to be free", — Anders says, or maybe it is Justice, taking over like he does sometimes when Anders is exhausted. — "What I did was unforgivable, but it was the оnly way to achieve this".

"Yes, blowing the fucking Chantry building sounds like a reasonable strategy to prove that mages are harmless", — Varric snarls.

"Who cares about the damn Chantry?" — Hawke says, louder than necessary. — "I definitely don't plan to shed any tears over them". — Carver snorts quietly at that, and Hawke smiles at his brother before turning back to Anders. — "What I meant was... Well, you should have told me. I... you should have trusted me with that".

"I didn't want to endanger you any more than necessary".

"Endanger... Anders, do you have any idea how scared I was? I lost my home, I lost my family, and I thought I was going to lose you too! You acted like you were preparing for a certain death! Every day I woke up and I looked at you and thought "Is it going to be today?". Do you know how I felt when I saw that damn Chantry going in flames? I was relieved! Because at least everything has reached a conclusion and I didn't have to wait any longer, I could just act! Maker damn it, right now I can finally breathe again now that I know my lover isn't going to go and kill himself while I'm not looking!"

Anders gulps. Carver shakes his head but doesn't say anything. Varric looks at Hawke disapprovingly. For a moment everyone is quiet, until Hawke weakly smirks.

"And honestly, if you'd asked me for help, I would've at least made sure Sebastian was at that Chantry along with Elthina. I can't believe you missed such a great opportunity to get rid of that asshole".

Carver chuckles unexpectedly.

"Damn, brother. I had no idea I missed your stupid jokes".

Anders has to agree. He knew full well Hawke mostly used his stupid jokes to hide behind them — something Anders himself has done often — and yet... Hawke stopped joking some time before Leandra's death and it felt like he gave up trying.

Still smiling, Hawke moves closer to Anders and kisses him lightly.

"Look. There is nothing you can do that would make me leave you. And I mean it — nothing. So please, just trust me next time. We're in this together", — and it feels undeserved, unbelievable, so Anders (or Justice, ever protective) just has to ask.

"Still feel like the luckiest man alive?"

Hawke smiles, takes his hand and kisses the inner side of his wrist, where his words are curling оn Anders' skin.

"Always".

It takes some time for Garrett to decipher the words оn his wrist, written in mostly-unintelligible scrawl, like someone was simultaneously hasty and angry.

"I have made this place a sanctum of healing and salvation! Why do you threaten it?".

All right, Garrett could think of worse ways to start a conversation. At least these Words are unique. He'll know his Person instantly.

Carver teases him mercilessly. "I can't believe this all fit оn your hand" and "Well, it doesn't seem like your person will appreciate your dumb jokes", and even "Gah! Marauder! Why would you ever threaten a sanctum of salvation!". But after Carver finds Garrett making out with their neighbours' son behind the barn, and Garrett makes him promise not to tell anyone, not father, not even Bethany, Carver becomes a little nicer. Maybe it's because they share a secret now, Garrett reasons, something just for the two of them.

"Do you think it's a guy? Your Person?" — Carver asks оne day, when everyone else is already asleep, and Garrett doesn't feel like deflecting with a joke.

"I hope so. I mean, it might be a girl, they say that sometimes your Person is just a friend to you, but still... I'd prefer a guy".

"Do you not like girls at all?" — Carver asks disbelievingly (he is a teenager, after all).

"I don't hate them, I guess, but they're just... not interesting", — Garrett says. — "Guys are..."

"Hot?"

"I guess you could say that".

"Well, good. At least you won't steal any girls from me", — Carver says confidently, and Garrett just smirks. "You can keep them as long as you send any cute guys in my direction".

The first time Garrett hears about the Warden healer, he thinks it's too good to be true.

A free mage who openly uses his magic to help other people? Come оn. In order to be free, mages have to hide their magic, keep their heads low and never be too close to other people. Holding a free clinic for the refugees? No оne's this selfless.

Except for this Anders Warden, apparently. Who lives in Darktown, and who is the most competent healer Garrett's ever met. And who is understandably wired to see four armed strangers оn his doorstep.

Anders grabs his staff and turns to them in оne swift motion.

"I have made this place a sanctum of healing and salvation! Why do you threaten it?"

Carver groans, but Garrett just doesn't feel like paying attention to his little brother right now, as much as he loves Carver.

"Maker's grace, I must be the luckiest man alive", — Garrett gasps and means every word. His Person is a guy (a good-looking guy, to boot), a fellow apostate, someone brave and selfless enough to openly use his magic to help people... what's not to like?

The more Garrett finds out about Anders, the more he realizes just how damn lucky he is. His first impression was right: Anders is too good to be true. Yes, he lashes out at Merrill sometimes, but other than that? Perfection. Kind and compassionate and sensitive and working to free the mages, always willing to help Garrett solve his troubles. The оnly problem? While Anders does seem interested in Garrett sometimes, he never takes any action. He calls Garrett a friend, he tries to keep Garrett away, he never takes the first step, and Garrett is patient, but damn it, it takes three years before Anders runs out of excuses and lets both of them be happy.

And then he starts acting strange. He becomes more distant, his love declarations become more desperate, and it seems like he is waiting for something. Garrett's already lost his sister and mother, and his brother is somewhere оn Warden missions, and he _cannot _lose someone else. He feels like he cannot breathe properly, like he is sick with fear, like Kirkwall chokes the air out of his lungs. He cannot sleep at night if Anders isn't home, tossing and turning and waking up from nightmares gasping for air.

One day, when Anders is in his clinic, Garrett comes to the alienage. Merrill is happy to see him — anything to distract her from the thoughts of her clanmates dying under their blades and spells — and talking to her is easier than Garrett imagined.

"I want you to teach me blood magic".

Anders would be furious if he knew, but ultimately he would understand. He said he would drown Kirkwall in blood to keep Garrett safe — and Garrett would absolutely do the same for Anders.

When Merrill carefully cuts her wrist and gives the knife to Garrett, he thinks he sees the eluvian glimmering in the corner.

And then it's over. The Chantry explodes, Elthina is dead (good riddance, Hawke thinks when Sebastian starts wailing), Anders is alive.

Everything goes straight to hell. Sebastian leaves, which is expected, and Fenris joins the templars, which is a huge blow. Yes, Garrett knew about his views, but he thought Fenris had his back. He always helped Fenris out, didn't he? Even Cullen, of all people, decided to help Hawke at the end. Cullen, the asshole who said Tranquility is a mercy. And Zevran is helping them fight for some reason? Apparently Hawke is shitty at the whole "reading people's intentions" thing.

At the end of the day, people Hawke cares about are alive. Merrill, Aveline and Carver are fine. Anders is alive. Varric is here, giving Anders judgmental looks but mercifully not saying anything. They get to leave Kirkwall unharmed, albeit in a hurry. Aveline and Varric keep looking at Hawke like they expect him to do something, but Hawke is honestly too tired to think about it. What do they want? He has no clue. Apparently he barely knows people who he regularly spoke with. Eventually Aveline takes him aside to check the road ahead and to talk privately.

"Are you going to say anything to him? About him?" — she asks. For a moment Hawke considers playing dumb, pretending he doesn't know what she means, but ultimately deems it useless.

"What do you want me to say? Hey, love, good job killing Elthina, are you tired, do you want me to carry your backpack for you?"

"I cannot believe you actually approve of what he's done", — Aveline spits out.

"Well, I do", — Hawke says simply. — "And even if I didn't... Maker help me, I would protect him anyway".

"He's murdered innocent people!"

"He's my family, Aveline! And I cannot lose him, not after everything!"

Aveline has a pitying expression оn her face. And if anyone else tried to have this conversation with him now, Hawke would probably punch this person, but Aveline is as much of a family to him as Carver and Anders. And isn't it an uncomfortable realisation? That he is no better than people he so callously judged? That if he'd found Anders, Merrill, Carver or Aveline gleefully murdering half of Kirkwall in a blood magic ritual, he would still defend them until his dying breath? Does this make him an awful person? It probably does, but this night has been full of uncomfortable truths he has had to realise about himself and others.

Thankfully, Aveline doesn't press the matter further.

They leave оne by оne. Merril says she needs to protect the alienage elves (and she couldn't just leave her mirror, which is fair). Aveline goes back to lead the guard again. Carver has some Warden mission. Varric promises to give the Chantry a false trail to follow, but his eyes are hard when he says that. Probably still angry about the explosion, Hawke thinks and hurts оn Anders' behalf.

Anders is still quiet. Hawke is still afraid to leave him alone for long periods of times, even if Justice has come out to promise he wouldn't let Anders do anything stupid.

They are sitting оn a log, staring into the campfire. There are glimpses of blue in Anders' eyes. Hawke feels sudden urge to hug his lover and sees no reason not to follow through.

Anders shivers in Hawke's arms.

"Love, what?"

"Nothing", — Anders shakes his head, — "just... Sometimes it's still hard to believe you're with me".

"You won't get rid of me so easily".

"I don't deserve you".

Anders' self-deprecation is unbelievable sometimes. It just feels wrong, that a person as amazing as Anders doesn't realise his worth. One of the many reasons to hate the Circles, Hawke thinks bitterly.

"Love, I'm the оne who doesn't deserve you. You're the bravest, most selfless person I've ever met. You healed the poor and downtrodden when everyone abandoned them, you stood up for the mages when no оne else did, you went against Meredith..."

"And betrayed your trust in the process".

"Well," — Hawke starts carefully, because it's not untrue, but he's not so bitter about that anymore, — "you're here now. The оnly оne who stayed with me".

Anders looks at him with eyes full of hope.

"I won't repeat my mistake again, I promise. You're stuck with me now. I'm not going anywhere".

"Good", — Hawke says, relieved, because Anders speaks like he means it. — "I wouldn't have it any other way".

#handers #fanfic #dragon age #da2 #m!handers #diplomatic mage hawke #orsino is alive #орсино уполз #for the record #i don't necessarily agree with everything hawke says and does #he likes aveline #i don't #this was my first playthrough #it wasn't perfect #and i suck at titles so this fic doesn't have one

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i feel like a lot of the fandom really misunderstands the black brothers’ relationship with each other.

i have a sister and i hate her and she hates me. there’s not really a way to sugarcoat it. we hate each other. yeah, we love each other too, but that “but they love each other too” doesn’t soften it at all. it makes it all the more intense and brutal because it’s so hard to love someone and hate them at the same time. and the more you hate them the more you love them and the more you love them the more you hate them. there’s no “i love you so i’m going to try to fix this and protect and care for you even though i don’t like you” it’s “i love you so much why are you treating me this way? why do you hate me? fine. i guess i’ll hate you too” and you take your love and you twist it and you use all the things you know about the person because you’re so close with them against them and it’s a venomous cycle because they feel the exact same way about you.

that’s the black brothers’ relationship. not the cute little “we fight a lot but like we love each other so it’s basically okay!!” that the way a lot of black brothers’ interactions can be boiled down to (i know it’s usually more intense than that but it feels like it’s just an overdramatized version of that to me. and when the black brothers, whose worldviews directly contradict each other and have conflicting personalities and were raised in an abusive household are portrayed more healthily than me and my sister?? that’s how i know there’s something wrong with that characterization.)

(these tags are from @lesbianmckinnonn — disclaimer: i am not coming at you zandra ilysm i just disagree with this and want to discuss it)

the black brothers are not going to patch up each other’s wounds. they are going rip at each other’s skin and tear each other’s hearts out and then sit in their rooms alone sobbing, and it’s not just because “my brother hurt me” but also because “i hurt my brother”. and even though they are aching they will not apologize and they will not let the other know they care. because they each believe it’s too far gone.

that is the black brothers’ relationship.

#sorry this is really rambly aaaaaa #also you’re allowed to disagree with me i just wanted to put my two cents in as someone with a really bad relationship with their sibling #meredith talks the marauders #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #the marauders era

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hey! i voted for mistletoejilys and holidayjilys - both of which are AMAZING. i'm revising for the next 2 weeks then i have exams and i'm going home for christmas after! 🎄 ⛸ and jily :) merry christmas!

Thank you for voting! Good luck for your exams, and have fun when you go home! ♥

⛸ - Headcanon (about Jily):i. General opinion - OTP of all OTPs. Literally. I love them. | ii. Favourite thing about them in canon - I want to say ‘everything’, but despite how true that is, it feels like a cop out. I think my favourite thing about them is who they were as individuals, and how well I think they fit together. And how brave and strong they were, fighting in the war at such a young age, all while keeping their son safe. They’ve been through such extraordinary things. I love that they were head boy and girl together, it’s almost implied that they fell for each other through that process. | iii. A few headcanons about them -Okay, so firstly, these: how I imagine them getting engaged, and a soulmates AU headcanon that I’ve been dabbling with.I think the foundation of their relationship was set in their 6th year, when they matured enough for James to realise that a child-like crush wasn’t the same thing as actual love and stop asking Lily out all the time, and for Lily to realise that people are more than what they come across as and make an effort to get to know James as more than just an self-centred, annoying kid who played stupid pranks with his friends. Some of that maturity came organically with age, some because of the prospect of war becoming clearer and clearer - with so much pain and death looming over their heads, with James and Lily watching as their friends lost family, as people they’d looked up to when they were younger gave up their careers to fight this rising tide of blood supremacists, as the prefect who’d helped James, Lily, and Sirius sneak back into the Gryffindor common room when they’d arrived late after the only detention Lily ever got in her academic career - really, it was all James’ and Sirius’ faults, and James will always remember the fury in her eyes - was killed by a Death Eater. The war pushed Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary even closer to the Marauders - they’d always been on fairly good terms, with the obvious exception of James and Lily, and, for some reason, that everyone would later find out was an awkward first kiss, Mary and Peter. They’d spend nights drinking firewhiskey in cleverly charmed hot chocolate mugs talking sharing their fears in hushed and tipsy voices, feeling a sense of security that helped them pretend that everything was going to be okay. And along the way, James and Lily found that sense of security most strongly in each other - when they paired up for Defense Against The Dark Arts to wipe Sirius’ smug grin off his face, when they did late night patrols as head boy and head girl together, when they stayed up together in the library, talking about sisters and broomsticks and dreams and sex, when they really should have been studying. One thing led to another, and soon James and Lily were enjoying a happy Halloween with their one-year old son, James trying to convince Lily that dressing him up as a bottle of Firewhiskey was age-appropriate since Harry wouldn’t even understand what was going on while Lily rolled her eyes, her mind already made up that Harry would simply wear the pumpkin costume for his next Halloween. We’ll pretend that’s how that story ended.

#jilybells #thanks for voting <33 #katie does things #blacklist 'katie does things' if you don't want to see these!

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Sweetest Devotion

Pairings: James Potter x Lily Evans | Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Fandom: Harry Potter [J.K. Rowling]

Chapter: (4) / 22

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3)

Word Count: 5,576

Chapter Title: Breaking Through

Chapter Summary: The whole gang visits diagon alley and deals with some anxiety.

“Not everybody has to be happy all the time. That’s not mental health, that’s crap.” – Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

Sirius didn’t want to go anywhere near Diagon Alley today. He was perfectly content where he was, curled up in the camp bed in James’s bedroom. Sirius had never been this person before—the person with no money. No matter his parent’s hatred for him, they never let him go anywhere without a bag full of Galleons. Now, all Sirius had to his name was fourteen sickles, six knuts and a Gobstone. He knew that the Potters would buy his school supplies for him, and even replace the two books and his potion kit that had been left behind at Grimmauld Place, but he didn’t want to have to ask them to do it. Sirius hated feeling like a charity case, hated feeling there was nothing left in his life that was simply his.

He had been staring out the crack in the curtains for a while, not really paying attention to the passing of time or the sounds of pans banging together in the kitchen; therefore, it wasn’t a surprise when Sirius didn’t hear James push open the door.

“You plan on getting out of bed anytime soon?” James asked. Sirius jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, but lazily rolled over to meet the concerned gaze of his best friend. “We were supposed to meet the guys… uh… about five minutes ago.” James laughed lightly after checking his bare wrist for his imaginary watch.

“I’m not really feeling it today, James,” Sirius responded, turning back to stare at the crack in the curtains. He heard James sigh and begin rummaging around the room. It could have been two minutes or ten when James started shoving at his legs.

“Budge up, why don’t you?” Sirius pulled his legs up to his chest and felt the unsteady bed dip as James sat the end of it. “You want to talk about anything?”

“No,” Sirius mumbled. “I just don’t want to go anywhere today.”

“Sirius… I just want to say–”

Sirius cut him off, “No, James. I already know what you’re going to say and frankly, I don’t want ta’ hear it. I’ve got enough pity for myself, thanks, I don’t need any of yours.”

“Pity?” James scoffed. “I don’t pity you. I was going to say that you’re strong as hell for finally leaving. I was going to say that I don’t think that I ever would have been able to do what you did. I was going to say that you’re too hard on yourself, and you don’t deserve that. And—uh, well… you’re my… you’re my best mate, and it sucks to see you so down.”

“I’m not ‘down,’ James, I just don’t–”

“Oh knock it off, Padfoot,” James snapped, slapping Sirius smartly on his thigh.

“Uh, ow? Did you just slap me?” Sirius asked, surprise and shock leaching into his voice. “Why did you–”

James smacked him again and Sirius scrambled up the bed and out of reach of his best friends’ hands. They were light smacks, more intended to startle than hurt, and startle they did.

“Alright, you’re going to listen to me!” James exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and pointing a finger at Sirius. Sirius looked on in fascination as his friend began to pace, not really understanding what was going on. “First, I know that you’re going through shit that I could never begin to understand. And I also know that you don’t tell us all the stuff that goes on when you’re at home. I know that it’s worse than you let on. And it’s okay that you don’t want to tell us all of it. It’s your business, but I don’t think that you understand the fact that we are here. We. Are. Here. And we’ve been here since that first night in the dormitory six years ago, and there’s nothing that you could tell us that would force us away!”

Sirius was staring at his hands, nervously fiddling with the signet ring he still wore on his finger. “I… uh, James I–”

“Just one more second, Padfoot,” James interrupted again. “I’m almost done, okay?”

James, ever the most tenacious Marauder, patiently waited for Sirius’s nod before continuing.

“Well, secondly, stop calling me James so much. It’s weird and you haven’t done it this frequently since the beginning of third year.”

Sirius wrinkled his nose, but James spoke up again, not allowing Sirius to get a word in even if he had known what he’d wanted to say.

“Thirdly! We went on a bloody fantastic summer vacation to Greece and Paris and Australia and you were sad the whole time! And that’s okay, Padfoot, because I know that sometimes we just can’t help but feel sad. Now though, right now, you are going to snap out of it. You are going to stop telling yourself that the grass is greener on the other side because it’s not. It is greener where you fucking water it. So take control of your own damn life and start watering your own damn pastures and grow your own damn greener grasses, Sirius Black, or so help me, I’ll bloody knock you out.”

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “What the hell just came out of your mouth?”

James laughed and said, “I’m not sure,” before his eyes widened comically. “Oh god, Padfoot. I’m turning into my mother! That’s what my mum would’ve said to you!”

Sirius was laughing as James sank back onto the bed, his face in his hands. He jokingly patted James on the head before flopping down onto his back and sighing. “I’m sorry that I’m sad,” Sirius said.

“Don’t apologize for what you’re feeling,” James sighed. “I shouldn’t have told you to ‘snap out of it.’ That wasn’t fair because I know that it doesn’t work like that. I just want you to feel better and I’m not really sure how to help you do that.”

“Well, you seem to be doing just fine,” Sirius comforted. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Really? You’re feeling better?” James’s expression was so earnest when he looked up and met Sirius’s eyes, that Sirius couldn’t bear the thought of letting him down.

“Yeah, mate.” Sirius smiled. “I’m feeling better.”

He hoped that one day it wouldn’t be a lie.

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Type of fanwork: fic Subtype(s): n/a Fandom(s): Harry Potter, Supernatural, Iron Man, Thor, Grey's Anatomy, Code Black, iZombie Rating(s): Mature, Explicit Length/size: 10-20k, 20-50K, >50K, It depends on how much the bidder contributes Especially interested in: In general: I love stable polyamory of the monogamous threeway variety, though paths to getting there are fully up to you, I love AUs, I love timing AUs (so, like, teenagers, or adults with kids, or whatever), first time fic is my jam although you should probably expect someone to elbow someone else in the face, and I adore genderswap. I'm a medical professional in my Real Life Career, so I'm really good with medicine, dead bodies, lethal diseases, emergency rooms, gore, serial killers, murder mysteries, and other intriguing things that make most people go ""ewwwww."" I like writing things with creepy stuff and evil things and ghosts and things that go bump in the night. I'm a Slytherin. If you're here, you already know this. (However, I recognize that not everyone is a Slytherin and if you're not into those things, I do not need to write them! At all!)

HP:Basically, you can mix and match with these characters: Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy Parkinson. (H/D, H/H, D/H, D/P, etc.) If you want Bill, Fleur, or Charlie with someone on that list (say, Harry/Charlie or Bill/Hermione) just send me a message! I'll also happily do Marauders era stuff (James/Lily and Remus/Sirius) and ONE epilogue pairing (Teddy/Victorie). I love polyamory, so PLEASE, by all means, give me three person ships. Disclaimer: I'm very HP: EWE (Epilogue What Epilogue), so I tend to pretend that didn't happen. I like professor AUs. I love exploring really weird and nerdy and awesome magic, so if you have a burning desire for magicozoology or botany or potions and JKR just never got around to it, hit me up, I'm your girl. I love exploring the actual dynamics behind what it means to be a Slytherin, a la old school Harry/Draco fics. (I usually, however, do not put Draco in leather pants.) A chunk of this is exploring ""old magic,"" under which I tend to umbrella creepy books and blood magic and sex magic.

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SPN: Sorry, people, but Castiel is just not my thing, so if you want SPN from me, it's like... pre-Castiel times! Notes: So I am unsure where to stick this, but the length of fic is more likely to depend on fandom than on bid. I can write... a LOT... of Harry Potter. If you want something that's like 40K plus from me, it has to be Harry Potter. Otherwise, assume 20K is about the max unless I get insanely into writing Mario Savetti or something.

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Type of fanwork: fanart Subtype(s): moodboard Fandom(s): Harry Potter Rating(s): n/a Length/size: n/a Especially interested in: Harry Potter. Aesthetics on most of the characters are just fine by me. I'll do Harry/Draco, Harry/Hermione, Draco/Hermione, Marauders era anything, Teddy/Victorie, and will happily genderswap anyone or explore an idea. If you're interested in another pairing, just ask! There are a LOT of possible ones, so feel free to hit me up. (You want a potions moodboard? COOL. You got it.) Totally happy to do a theme or use quotes or... whatever! I'm flexible. If you have a fancast you love, also totally happy to use that. Will not: ...Ginny Weasley. I'll happily do Ron as a solo aesthetic, but no Ron/Hermione. Notes: I'm happy to do at least two "moodboards" (aesthetics, picspams, whatever the rectangular boards are called) of at least the standard size (250x150x5) and would happily do more if someone decided to donate more.

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