#remus would make so many dad jokes

[fallingtheseus]

remus, breaking the door of the shrieking shack down: smells like up dog in here

sirius, on the floor with harry half strangling him: whats up do-

harry, who has been played like a fiddle multiple times: NO.

#incorrect hp quotes #harry potter #harry potter rewrite #rewrite #remus would make so many dad jokes #unwillingly #james potter came to him in a vision and threatened him to do it #they would suck ass #it would be amazing #u cant say im wrong cuz im not #i wrote the damn thing #hashtag i am the next jk rowling #fr #except im trans #so im better

[themortalityofundyingstars]

dying on the hill we met on | 1.9k words

jegulus oneshot | mostly canon compliant (but regulus is alive) | tbh there's no jegulus til the end but it's worth the wait i swear | james being in his subconscious the whole time | nobody dies i promise it's a play on words

June 26, 1979

James had always liked summer. It was his favorite season for many reasons. The sun was always shining, the breeze just cool enough to balance out the warm temperatures. It's a shame he wasn't born in the summer.

It only makes sense he would want his wedding in summer. A beautiful venue filled with green grass and happy faces, his best friends beside him with massive smiles on their faces.

Sirius looks at James proudly, Remus next to him looking almost as elated as Sirius. Peter leans forward to look at James, his face happy but his eyes dim. At the end of the line, Frank is smiling at him fondly, with an older brother aura.

James looks around at all the people, finding his mother's face in the front row next to his father's, both looking at him as if they're remembering when they had gotten married.

James is happy. Who wouldn't be in this situation? He's marrying one of his best friends with the others by his side. His lovely parents are front row, about to watch a moment in time that will always be remembered as a joyous day.

So why does he feel conflicted? As if there's unfinished business haunting his every decision, waiting for him to make the wrong choice, standing in the shadows to watch him fail. Watching him always.

He makes sure there's still a smile on his face when the music changes. What could he have done differently? What if James had gone with him? Made sure everything was okay? Made sure he came back?

These thoughts torment the part of James' mind that ensures he always appears happy. He keeps his smile, unwavering with the growing tide of second thoughts.

Second thoughts that couldn't be acted upon, even if he wanted to. His mind takes him back to the moment Sirius told him they found a body in the lake. The moment they identified it. It didn't quite look like him, though. They told him that the body was waterlogged, so he wouldn't have looked the same anyway. It wasn't there though. The one specific freckle James had obsessed over whenever he looked at his face. It wasn't there.

The music had slowed, and the curtain of flowers at the end of the aisle had been pulled aside, letting the girl who had once been the one James had wanted most be seen.

She's walking slowly, clutching onto Mary's dad as her escort. Her eyes flick to Marlene, Alice, Emmeline, and Mary, her maid of honor. Then to James. His smile is still on his face, only faltering when he glances over to Marlene. A mistake.

She raises her eyebrow, wondering what could possibly be on his mind other than Lily. She looks at Sirius with a questioning look and he shrugs back before nudging Remus and whispering to him.

"What's up with James?", he asks Remus, who's slightly crouched over, "Marlene's asking."

"Dunno, maybe he has to piss", Remus replies before standing up straighter.

"Are you serious right now?", Sirius retorts quietly.

"No, but I have reason to believe you are though", Remus jokes.

"Not the time, but good one."

"Thanks, I know."

James, who is more and more uncertain with each step Lily takes toward him, risks a glance at Sirius, who was already concerned by Marlene's worries, and is met with an apprehensive look from him.

Sirius raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, a bit like a dog. James' smile is nearly gone.

"It wasn't there", James mutters, almost too quietly for Sirius to hear.

"What wasn't there?", he asks back gently.

"The freckle. It wasn't him, Sirius."

"What do you mean?", Sirius asks tensely.

"He's alive", James says to him, slightly louder than before, "I can't do this anymore. I have to go." He looks at Lily, who's looking at his parents, giddy and grinning. James brings a hand up to his face, feeling warmer and more anxious than ever, and finds his hand to be wet with tears. He's crying. They haven't left his eyes yet, but they're there.

Lily's looking at him again and he's thinking about her and Sirius and him and he realizes something.

He could never do this to Lily. He can't just leave to go find someone who might be alive. She's too good to do this to her. He loves her, just not in the way people would think given the situation.

She makes it up to the altar and Mary's dad goes to sit down. A single tear has left James' eye. Lily watches it travel down his face as the officiant speaks.

James goes back into his thoughts, drowning in the lingering feeling that he's still alive somewhere. Wading in the ever present guilt that encases him, telling him he should have gone with him or convinced him to not go. Drifting in the regret that he hadn't chosen to follow him and that he barely tried to get him to stay, knowing he could never change his mind once he had it made.

The officiant is talking through, going through his long speech about loving someone and he signals for James and Lily to hold each others hands. They do, and he finally says the words James has been waiting for.

"Now, if anybody has anything they'd like to say before I wed this couple, speak now or forever hold your peace."

James holds his breath, willing him to come through the flower curtain, barge in, object, run up here, crash the wedding, anything. Sirius glances at James cautiously, knowing he would never humiliate Lily like that, but also knowing he could never live with himself if he married Lily and lost his chance with his brother.

Not a single person moves. It's as if the world had paused to give them time. To give James time to make his decision, to give Sirius the opportunity to stop James if he moves, to give him time to say 'I object'.

He doesn't though. It's a little funny. He wouldn't have known they were getting married unless someone had told him, but who would have? Sirius surely didn't know, his reaction seemed genuine. Not many people were invited, it's mostly friends and family.

In hindsight, James should have known that he wouldn't have come back anyway. James always knew that he would be the first to leave. You can't get left behind if you leave first. Maybe that's what he was doing when he left for the lake that night. Leaving James first. Letting him down gently by faking his death instead of outright leaving.

James doesn't know what hurts more. Him being found dead or James realizing he's alive and avoiding him. Maybe he's not avoiding James, but staying away for his safety. He was like that. Keeping away so someone he cared for didn't get hurt or caught in the crossfire of his own misdoings.

James doesn't hear Lily start her vows. He doesn't hear the officiant asking James to start his. He doesn't feel Sirius tapping his shoulder to get his attention. He doesn't see the look on Lily's face when he's standing, blankly staring into the distance.

What he does see, though, is a boy. Up on a hill, leaning against a fence, a dark haired boy with his arms crossed is seen, despite all of his efforts to stay hidden.

James can't tell for sure if it's him, but he's not about to let him leave again if it is him.

"I'm sorry."

James moves to leave, but Sirius grabs his arm. He looks up at James with dejection in his eyes.

"Let him go."

James looks back at him, his eyebrows together and his mouth a line.

"I can't."

He looks over at Lily and she nods, "Go get him, James." She steps back and Mary puts a hand on her shoulder.

He smiles at her, "Thank you." James looks back up at the hill. His arms are no longer crossed and he's standing up straight. As if he's meaning to leave soon.

He can't leave. There are so many things James never got to tell him, never got to show him.

James makes his way down the aisle, the symbolism getting to him. Going down the aisle to the entrance is usually meant for couples who just got married, not for one of them to leave for someone else. He never thought of a deeper meaning to things before him. James had really only seen the surface meaning of things before him.

It's not a big hill he has to walk up, but James is feeling winded. Maybe the understanding that he's about to see one person who really saw James, the one that didn't show surface level. Anxiousness is pooling in his stomach, feeling like dread and ecstasy and impatience all in one.

James makes it to the fencepost he saw him leaning against, finding it vacant. He looks around and sees his back turned and walking away.

His expression falters. He's leaving again. James jogs up to him and just walks with him. He matches his pace, swinging his arms in time.

James only looks at him when he's sure he wouldn't notice. He did notice, but he'll never tell James.

"Do you love her?", he asks James.

His voice surprises James. He sounds almost the same, save for a hardness that must have appeared with time and damage.

It takes him a few seconds to respond, his mouth gone dry. "Not the way I did you. She's like a sister, if anything."

They stop by a bench and he sits down, motioning for James to do the same. He sits with one leg folded up under the other, his knee resting on James' thigh.

"Why'd you do it?", James asks, turning his head to look at him while he looks off into the distance.

He takes a deep breath in, then out. "I had to. He threatened to kill Sirius. And you, but he added that bit in later."

They sit there in silence for a few minutes before he leans his head against James' shoulder. James, surprised but not complaining, puts his arm around his shoulder, pulling him in closer.

"Regulus?"

"James?"

"Are you gonna leave again?"

Regulus looks over to James, making eye contact, "Not even if you wanted me to, pretty boy."

"Hold on, I'm the pretty boy?", James looks over at Regulus with visible confusion.

"Yeah", Regulus shrugs and looks back to the hills.

"Are you— Have you ever looked in a mirror?", James asks him with raised eyebrows.

"James I've said this before", Regulus tells him with a flat expression.

"Have you?", he asks Regulus, seemingly distressed.

"Yes", Regulus nods.

James looks over to the hills, then back at Regulus with an amused look on his face, "Okay then, if I'm such a pretty boy, then kiss me like one."

Regulus looks at James, still unimpressed by his antics after two years apart, yet always willing to play along. He takes James' face in his hands and kisses him, James leaning into Regulus, moving his hands into his hair as they move with each other.

Regulus breaks the kiss, his hands still around James, one on his neck and one on his shoulder.

"Was that to your liking, pretty boy?", Regulus asks, a smirk on his face.

"Indeed. It was so good, I think I may have blacked out a bit, maybe you should do it again?", James shrugs.

Regulus rolls his eyes, "Fine."

#marauders #marauders fandom #the marauders era #marauders headcanons #james potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #emmeline vance #regulus and sirius #sirius black #sirius and regulus #jegulus #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #remus lupin #marauders era #peter pettigrew #frank longbottom #alice fortescue #alice longbottom #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #the marauders #effie potter #completely unrelated but what if regulus had a peanut allergy i think thatd be so funny #angst with a happy ending #light angst

[robynlilyblack]

I didn't hear a single word you said with a hug that lasts a second too long when (gn! or fem! as you like) reader and sirius aren't together yet please? <3

Hey Stranger

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n and Sirius never seem to have enough time, but when they meet again after 5 years apart, will they let it all slip between their fingers again?

Warnings: swearing, old friends to lovers, first kiss, mutual pining, mentions of drinking, alcohol, being drunk and feeling sick, light angst, cute drunk remus, pregnant Lily and baby harry being adorable

A/n: 1.5k words, it says fem reader but I don't think there are any pronouns used for them x I love this so I hope you enjoy!

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“Finally” Sirius lets out a chuckle, Hogwarts reunion and you hadn’t managed to get one moment with your best friend the entire night

“I know right” you shake your head “5 years ago you couldn’t keep us apart” you smile, as does he, neither of you knowing your hearts ached in time

Everyone, including yourself and Sirius, believed you would eventually get together, but that blind hope was fatal in the end. With neither of you ever making a move life happened, school finished, you both graduated and ended up at opposite ends of the country, weekly letters turned monthly, and monthly ones turned into only on holidays and birthdays...

...but your hearts never stopped yearning for the other

“Funny how time just...flies” he says, shoulder finding the wall beside him in the little hideaway you both had sought refuge from the masses in

You do the same, head leaning on the wall as you admired your friend the way you always scandalously did, not knowing he was doing the same

“Very. Merlin, I mean you've got a big boy beard and everything now” you giggle, lightening the moon as you hand reaches out to scratch his chin ever so gently

He groans in the best way at that “You approve?” he asks, secretly hoping you do whilst hiding his disappointment as your hand drops back down

“Course, you look rather dashing” you say in a teasing manner yet hope he find the truth in your words “Almost like a grown up” you add to actually tease him

“You take that back” he points “I am as childish as ever” he disagrees

“Oh really?” you swat away his hand, moving a little closer as does he

“You doubt me?” he gasps, hand to his heart

You shrug, earning the cutest pout before shaking your head “Never” your eyes meet his, finding they sparkle…or maybe that was from the disco ball Marlene had enchanted to fly around

“Pads!”

You both jump, being brought out of your little pining bubble to see James looking thankful he's finally found Sirius and then he spots you and smiles

“Oh hey there!” he gives you a wave “Long time no see”

“Hey” you wave back “I know its been so long! You’re a dad now!”

“I know! Scary stuff they actually let me have one though" he jokes before bobing his head "…well actually it’ll be two soon” he tells you with a sweet laugh while you nod about to say you spoke to Lily earlier when Sirius cuts in

“What’s up?” he asks, looking at James a bit funny

James doesn’t seem to clock it though “Remus may or may not have have realised the hot chocolate was boozy…oh and Harry pit up” he turns to show the damage on his back, earning a giggle from you followed by a quick sorry which James just waves off

“Okay...but what’s any of that got to do with me Prongs?” Sirius wonders, eyeing him 

“Oh. Ya see Remus was our driver and with me having a drink and Lily’s being too big to...” he explains before cutting himself off and frantically looking around “Not that she is in anyway large…merlin ya know I may have had one too many myself but you know what I mean she’s too…fuck it” he eventually gives up, cringing like crazy as he scolds himself while you try not to laugh too hard considering Lily said the same thing about herself earlier

Sirius nods smiling but inside his heart breaks “Okay. You go get Red, little Harry and Moons. I’ll meet you at the car in a few” he tells him, nodding towards you and giving his friend a way more obvious scolding look 

James resists the cringe again as he must realise and nods “Thanks Pads, nice to see you again y/n” he flashes you that famous James Potter smile before heading back into the party

You and Sirius turn back to one another “Short reunion” he says but lets the sadness seep through this time

“Yeah” you nod with a similar tone

“I’ll write more” he promises

“Ditto” you return it “Hug before you go?” you open your arms

He nods "Course" he smiles, resisting the urge to scoop you up and take you with him as he steps forward and into your embrace

Your arms slide around his waist while his wrap around your shoulders, fitting perfectly just like they always did. The hug should have lasted a few seconds but you and he only held each other closer as time ticked on, your nose nudging into his neck while his, your hair. Soaking up the feeling of each others arms for as long as the moment would allow

Technically neither of you end it, a third party does in the form of a drunk classmate bumping into you both “Sorry mate” he holds his hands up before staggering on his merry way

Your hands hold the other but your chests part, chuckling together at the drunken boy before your eyes meet. A million things could be said but as always they weren't, and instead yours and his eyes bared them all at once

“They’ll be waiting” is all he says, smiling sadly

You nod, returning it with a downturned smile

“I’ll write more” you repeat his promise from earlier, fingers griping his jacket harder for a moment before you release them, trying to just prolong the moment a second longer

“Ditto” he does the same, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your forehead and suddenly it feels like a goodbye, a real one this time, one your younger selves never understood, nor got in the end

When his lips leave your skin you part, hands finding the others until he walks away and you both let go. No more words. Neither one of you can bare the word ‘goodbye’ so you smile at one another before turning away

Sirius moves through the crowd, not looking back because it's too hard. Exiting the venue he sees the car and observes Remus trying to get in it, the sight amusing yet he can’t truly enjoy it. Getting in himself he inserts the key into the ignition but not doesn’t turn it. He felt sick, throat closing up as he felt like he was leaving his world behind

“You alright?” James asks as his hand finds Sirius’ shoulder causing Sirius to look at him, eyes glassy

James’ eyebrows furrow but before he can say anything Sirius unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the door, darting out with a quick “I’ll be back”

The three adults watch him run back in, staring out the window intently, Remus, in fact, does so much he hits his head, earning laughs, even from Harry who lets out a little squeal of one

“Prongs” Remus slurs as he finally stops blinking from the impact

James leans back, looking at him through the gap in the seats “Yeah Moony?”

“Y-you owe me” he manages to get out

James looks at him in shock before turning back to his wife “He can barely function yet he can remember a bet we made ten years ago”

Lily giggles about to say ‘mans got his priories in order’ when her eyes widen “Jamie lower your window” she points at you, running out and sighing as you see the car hasn't left

“Hi” you approach the car, leaning on the car window as it opens “Wait” your eyes search “Where’s Siri?”

“He went back in” Lily reply, giving you a smile

You light up“He did?” you turn to Remus, and then James, although you do a double take on Remus who looks more than plastered but wears a gleeful grin

“Yeah” James gives you a smile as he confirms it, then his eyes wander behind you, smile widening “Behind you” his eyes return, gifting you a wink

Your heart flutters as you push off the door, turning to find a rather disheartened Sirius coming out, thinking he missed you and his chance again until you call out

“Hey stranger”

His head shoots up at your voice “Hey stranger” he sighs out in almost a laugh, his face brightening as he realises you went after him

You both just look at each other for a moment, eyes asking that all important question and when you nod he makes his way over to you, wasting no time in bringing your lips to meet his in a long overdue kiss while your friends cheered you on…well Lily and Remus did, James squealed with Harry who clapped with joy as he had been lifted out of his seat for a better view

Thank you for reading ♡

#sirius black and reader #sirius black and you #sirius black and y/n #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius and reader #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius and you #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine #marauders era #robbies2kcelebration

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT, I have a confession to make: I read all of the Harry Potter books and didn't like them, to the point that I cannot remember anything from canon. But reading your fic feels like I am getting to experience the magic everyone else felt when they read the OG series, so thank you for that!

I wanted to say that I especially appreciate your treatment of the female characters. Obviously you are getting rid of the weird misogyny and competitiveness of the books in regard to Hermione, Fleur, Molly, etc (I especially love your Molly, and the respect she gets from the other Order members is delightful) but I really appreciate it when it comes to the "reminiscing" parts of the story. It always bothered the hell out of me that Lily seems to have nobody who really remembers her? Like she was clever and pretty and nice and yet all anybody talks about is how cool James is and he has all these bros who would die for him while Lily had ... No friends? Apparently? Anyway sorry this is so long but I really really really appreciated that Molly, Lupin, Sirius, etc. don't just forget about her in your version, and talk her up to Harry as much as they do his dad.

This is a really incredible compliment. Thank you! It makes me incredibly happy to hear you're having that experience. It was one of the foundational moments of my childhood, and to share it with someone else is a magical privilege.

Lily is so dear to me, even though the source gives us rather little about her. I think it's a great shame that Harry in canon grows up mostly around his father's former friends, who happened to survive the war, whereas Lily's friends (we imagine probably the Gryffindor girls, so... Marlene, Dorcas, etc.?) are all dead or missing when the story starts. There's something grotesquely tragic about that, upon reflection: Harry is robbed of knowledge of his mother because of how the war destroyed her living memory. It's such an insidious remark on what death takes away — not just one life, but the memories and love that the life represented.

I was endlessly inspired by that one throwaway remark Lupin makes about being friends with Lily. It's really odd, in the context of Lupin's setup as a Marauder, that when he finally gets a one-on-one with Harry about his parents, his first move isn't to talk about James, but Lily. (Of course, this is on the heels of a comment about Lily's eyes, but like — Harry is said by many people to look like James, and if Lupin was James's friend first, shouldn't that have been the thing that struck him? Wouldn't it be "you so resemble your father, one of my dearest friends on this earth"?) And what was that kindness Lily showed to Remus? Especially since James literally altered his own biochemistry and risked his life in order to support him on full moons? I'm not saying Lily wasn't a true friend to Remus, but like — that's kind of a hard gesture to top, Lils!!

Between that and the goldfish story with Slughorn, Lily gets a phantom characterization as this intensely selfless, giving person. Problem being: that's not a personality, that's a character value. And we don't talk about people we miss that way! We don't go "damn, I'm missing my friend Lily, a noble heart capable of great kindness," we go "oh damn, Lily would have loved that joke," or "those were her favorite kind of pickles," or "I bet she'd have hated that guy." It's the ephemera of knowing someone that we use to feed their memory, and it's that ephemera Harry will never get.

#greenteacup asks

[floralembarrassment]

This is the "post-jegulus harry" anon and you write so gorgeously!! I wanted to ask if you had any general jegulus with harry headcanons? Up until his teenage years maybe since I unfortunately dont see much of that :(( feel free to ignore this if you dont feel like it though!

Hello again! First: 🥺 You are too sweet and so kind and seriously the interactions make my heart happy! Second I think about that convo you started between jegulus and Harry and it just gets funnier in my head every time I think about! So Thank you thank you (and thank you everyone for reading!)

I love the asks! So please keep bringing new ideas and inspo! Also I love writing little Harry with jegulus/wolfstar/the marauders (if you haven't already check out the shorts titled: Beach Days, Growing Up, Joy in the Heir, He is your son... there are more but I'm here for it!)

Movie Night (1/1) (jegulus)

"James, can you come here please?" Regulus called from the living room. Harry was standing next to Regulus who was kneeling on the ground in front of the vcr Remus had gifted Harry for his birthday. But of course, Regulus could never make it work. "It's okay, mon petit, we will figure it out." Regulus reassured after noticing the disappointment creep across Harry's face.

He was surprisingly understanding for a 4 year old, no tantrums really, but ever since Remus and Sirius dropped off a box of movies, all Harry wanted to do was watch them and Regulus didn't understand the silly muggle machine. "Papa is it broken?" Harry asked, a small pout forming in his lip.

"Oh I don't think it's broken," James said as he strolled in from the kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn, followed by two floating cups and Harry's sippy.

"James it might be, I can't make it work," Regulus whispered to him as he knelt down beside them.

"Dad you are just supposed to put the tape in and push play, uncle Moony said it was easy." Harry wasn't wrong, but here he was clutching the stuffed black cat he has had since he was a baby (a gift from Evan and Barty so that "papa would always be with him" - a joke they think is funny but Harry still does not understand).

"Yes that's right," James said and took the tape, popped it in and pushed the button, leading to it quickly start playing on the tv. Harry clapped his hands and grabbed Regulus' hand pulling him towards the couch. "Viens papa! It's starting!"

They got settled on the couch, The little cat snuggled into Harry's side, Harry snuggled into Regulus' side, and Regulus snuggled into James'. "You really gotta show me how it works," Regulus whispered once they were all settled.

James pressed a kiss into Regulus' hair, "Darling you just put the tape in and-"

"Don't say you just push the button because I tried so many times." Regulus shot him a glare, but James could see the pleading in it. James just laughed, "okay when we put him to bed I'll show you."

#did i know i had an asks box? no #am i upset about this request? absolutely not! #I think this is so cute! #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #harry potter #fanfic #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #jegulus raising harry #but what if they didn't all die

[francisversion2]

Marry Christmas everyone

I am a born Orthodox Christian but spending Christmas with a group of catholics so I am being festive today.

Growing up I was always told "please don't ruin Christmas for us"

I grew up with neglecting parents, so I almost never got a gift and I barely celebrated it, since my parents would make the day just for themselves and when ever I would say something or get upset I would be told the same thing "don't ruin Christmas for us"

This year after my best friend learned I didn't celebrate Christmas made sure he made me a Christmas movie worth of Christmas. It was magical I never experienced such holiday joy for past few days and he really did his best and I appreciate it.

So about the gifts... Well I got spoiled but I spoiled back.

Wilbur got me every single book Albert Camus wrote , Frank Sinatra vinyl and my probably fav a hand written letter.

I got him Remus Lupin and Sirius Black funko pops (he adores them) and vinyl with our favourite songs on it.

Mark he got me some David Bowie related stuff (t-shirts, posters, CDs) he wrote on top of it "delivery from the mars"

I got him his favourite book translated in 5 different languages since nothing makes a language major and polyglot happier then reading same book and experiencing it in different languages and i got him a water bottle since that little ass keeps stealing mine water bottle.

Matevz the Christmas man and man who made myself experience the Christmas spirit. He blew my mind with the gift... He got me kitten (he actually got two but gave one to Mark too) he said he saw the Two in the shelter and seeing their names among many , Henry and Camilla. I got Henry and he is adorable black and white cat that has been very calm, while Camilla is a beautiful white cat that is very energetic and keeps climbing on stuff.

I got him couple of t-shirts which the the most random chaotic text saying dumb stuff (he loves them) and as a inner joke of ours I got him a flag of Yugoslavia since he is Slovenia and I am Serbian and we have this joke about the history of Yugoslavia.

But the most funniest part was my adoptive dad coming to join us and he too got me a cat I called Garfield (he is orange I had to name him that)

So hey now I have to cats.

I couldn't be more grateful for what I got... I never got as much as today in my life... I am so emotional this whole day... I can't express how grateful I am.

Finally feeling love

#albert camus #frank sinatra #christmas #dark academia #cats #gifts #henry winter #camilla macaulay #greatful

[saintsenara]

chewing gum remus lupin/nymphadora tonks teen | 2.1k words

last year, i’d have been right in there, displaying my natural command of bum-related humour (i get that from dad). maybe i’d have given myself a bum-chin, until they were all laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their cheeks.

but unfortunately, the boys’ sides won’t be splitting this afternoon. because i’ve gone and got myself into a mire of unrequited love and now i’ve forgotten how to be fun.

god, i’m pathetic.

an auror walks into a bar and misses a werewolf. no, this isn't a joke. it's nymphadora tonk's bloody life at the minute.

this piece was written for week one of @ladiesofhpfest, which focuses on all the single ladies [you can find the masterlist of the week's fics here].

author's notes under the cut

when i heard that the topic for this week would be single ladies, i knew there was really only one gal i could be thinking about: everyone’s favourite pink-haired auror, tonks.

like many readers, i loved tonks in order of the phoenix - particularly because she felt so markedly different from the other women in the series. she was bolshy and punky and confident. she was allowed, unlike hermione and ginny [who are certainly interesting female characters who defy lots of stereotypes, but still do so in a way which never lets them be too much], to be messy and clumsy and over-the-top. she was allowed, unlike almost every other adult female character, to exist without her relationship to the domestic sphere being placed under the microscope [indeed, she cheerfully handwaves away her own lack of interest in domesticity the moment she meets harry]. if you compare her to someone like molly weasley [tied to the kitchen whether she’s in the burrow or grimmauld place] or minerva mcgonagall [her apparent spinsterhood softened by putting her in the quasi-maternal role of a boarding school teacher] or bellatrix lestrange [whose defiance of a gendered society which seems to require pureblood women to stay at home is treated as an aspect of her villainy], then tonks stands out for how incredibly refreshing she is. she’s an icon.

and then, of course, like many readers, i found her arc in half-blood prince to be a bit of a flop. it’s consistent with the rest of the series’ worldview of love as something you have to suffer and sacrifice for, but it was still really jarring to see a confident, unapologetic woman made so pathetic on account of a man.

chewing gum, then, was written to defend the tonks of half-blood prince. it situates her feeling worn thin within the context of the war, rather than just lupin, and her worries about her job and her relationship with her colleagues and her parents. it examines the fact that she’s only just starting to learn what her mum left behind when she walked out on her family, and how that makes her think about her childhood and her aunts and her lost relationship with sirius. it thinks about how she’s grieving and how that grief is making her unmoored, and how her desire to cling on to remus comes from the other upheavals in her life.

it was also written to defend her from a criticism of remadora which i think is unfair: that tonks’ affection for lupin comes out of nowhere, and that lupin is forced to be in a relationship he doesn’t want by pressure from her and the weasleys. the lupin of chewing gum is - to be frank - a fuckboy, whose attraction to tonks is real and obvious, but who is held back from taking the relationship beyond just sex by the hulking beast of his own self-loathing.

i’ve always thought that tonks - who’s shown to be very emotionally astute - is aware that this self-loathing means that any affection lupin feels for her is only ever going to be partially expressed, and that her devotion to him is only partially reciprocated. she recognises that this is fucked up, she just doesn’t care. and we can all relate.

[the title is a reference to the excellent sitcom of the same name, written by and starring michaela coel. tracey, the chaotic main character coel plays, has immaculate tonks vibes.]

#asenora fics #remadora #nymphadora tonks #fuckboy remus lupin #chewing gum #ladies of hp fest

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being wolfstar kid A-U (i got lazy)

a : affectionate ( who is more affectionate? Remus or Sirius?)

i see both of them being pretty affectionate, but i think Sirius more! he would always rub your head, or give you hugs when you least expected

b: buyer (who buys you more stuff/who spoils you more)

definitely Sirius! he spoils you to be a good dad and Remus hates it because he'll randomly just come home with gifts for you and he would be like

"really sirius?? do they really need all that??" and he'll be like "of course the they do." but he does it because he loves you so much

c: cuddles (who's the hugger parent)

Sirius would love cuddles. and i feel like when you get older you would be like "okay, dad that's enough hugging." and he would lowkey get sad when you don't hug him as much

d: disciplinarian (who disciplines more)

i feel like it would switch between them. like sometimes Remus would be like to Sirius "i don't care, they’re grounded for two weeks" and Sirius would be like "seriously? two weeks?" and then vice versa. sometimes one would be more lenient, and then other times the other would be more lenient

e: exciting activities (what exciting activities do you partake in with your parents)

baking!! you and your parents would find recipes for cupcakes and all kinds of desserts and you would pick and day where you would all bake together for the whole day! after the day in done you guys have SO many baked goods that your dads ends up giving some away to his co-workers. but Remus be honest Remus probably eats a big majority of the desserts himself LOL (i love him being a big sweet tooth!)

f: funnier (which parent is funnier/makes you laugh more)

this is hard because they're both hilarious, but i'm gonna give this one to Sirius because he would have you laughing in situations where you shouldn't be laughing.

g: games (what games would you play together as a family)

ok this isn't really a game, but i see you teaching Sirius and Remus some slang that teenagers use nowadays. you would teach them the meaning of "tea" or "has left the chat" and i just see them totally over using it to the point where you're like what have i done. Sirius would be ranting about his long day at work and at the end of it he would be like "i just spilt the tea sis"

h : how close are you with their friends and family? (i.e james, regulus, frank, peter, and so on)

definitely closets with james and regulus! i mean that’s their best friend and brother were talking about! peter too! he comes around for holidays and always calls in to check in on all of you! (i headcanon for my self that peter never did some slick shi and i don’t tolerate young!peter slander!!!)

i: internet (what social media's do your parents allow you to have)

i think Sirius would definitely keep tabs on you, but Remus wouldn't know or care until Remus told him LOL Sirius would show him a picture of you in a revealing outfit or something and Remus would be like

"ok delete this" and you'd be like "why!?" and his only response would be "because you're practically naked"

j: jokes (which parent jokes around more and which is more serious)

Sirius would tell you such inappropriate jokes omg. and you'd be like “😶👀” and Remus would

scold the both of you

k: kid around (which parent could you kid around with more without them

taking it seriously)

Remus would take it more serious lmao. you would be watching a show and a character would do something stupid and you would be like "I'M LITERALLY ABOUT TO KILL THIS CHARACTER" and a joke, because you were mad. and Remus would over hear and be like

"why would you say that??" and Sirius would be like "oh come one moony, relax. they’re just kidding."

LMAO

1: loving (something your parents do for you that shows how much they love you)

if you fell asleep on the couch, Remus would pick you up and tuck you in bed. and whenever you were sad Sirius would play with your hair, because that's what he likes to have done to him when he’s sad :(

m: money (which parent gives you more money when you ask)

Sirius definitely would. he would never say no when you ask for money. the only time he would say no is when you're in trouble or he's mad at you. Remus wouldn't give you money unless you earned it.

n: nicknames (what nicknames or pet names do your parents call you)

Sirius calls you "honey" or a short form of your name. Remus would call you "cocoa" because when ever since you were little you loved chocolate and you and Remus always ate it together. and Remus loved that because he loves chocolate and you

0: open (which parent are you more open with/feel comfortable telling anything to)

Remus! but Sirius honestly would be a close second. i feel like if you want more sentimental advice you would go to Remus. he would know exactly what to tell you to make you feel better at that time. but if you wanted more straightforward advice, then you would go to Sirius. he would tell you the truth, even if it hurts your feelings sometimes LMAO but you know you need to hear it

p: patient (which parent is more patient with you)

i feel like Remus is a little

more patient. if you were taking too long to do something, Sirius would be like "did they fall in or something??" and Remus would be like "let's just give them five more minutes." or if they were waiting outside a store for you and you were taking a long time, when you finally got out of the store Sirius would be like "what took you so long?? i've been waiting here for like 15 minutes!" but if it was Remus you'd apologize and he would be like "it's fine"

q: questions (which parent do you feel more comfortable asking questions to)

once again it depends what kind of answer you're looking for LMAO you go to Sirius for blunt honesty and you go to Remus for more heart to heart questions

r: random (a random thing you do with each parent)

you and Sirius have a SUPER long handshake and it was like a full minute showcase LOL you guys would both show all of his friends and family they would all lowkey be jealous (especially james lmaooo). and with Remus i feel like you guys would see random bakeries or restaurants on the street and go there to try it and you guys would do taste tests and stuff

s: strict (which parent is more strict and which is more lenient)

i think Remus is a tad stricter especially with your grades. i can see Sirius yelling at you for like not cleaning your room or getting a bad grade on a test. but both of them would be pretty strict about you telling them where you are and if they found out you lied to them they would be pissed LMAO

t: tasty (which parent is a better cook)

Remus is the chef of the family definitely. Remus and his coq au vin LMAO he tries to teach you how to cook it but you can't really cook, only bake and he tries the dish you tried to make and he's like "i love you so much cocoa, but holy cow this is disgusting"

u: unfortunate (what tragedy that happened to you family affected you the most)

well definitely not Sirius going to azkaban and Remus running away!! well just all pretend that didn’t happen

#wolfstar #wolfstar x reader #dad!wolfstar #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader

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Promise Ring pt. 2

Pairing - Remus Lupin x daughter!OC, George Weasley x OC

Warnings - none!

Go read Pt. 1 if you haven't already!

Molly, Remus and Fred were the only people to know about George thinking of giving Ophelia a promise ring. Something that would secure their future.

Everyone else was totally clueless and it was more difficult for George to hide his nervousness and not be suspicious.

Ophelia had noticed something off with him, his hands shook whenever they were talking and he stuttered too. But she didn't question it, concluding that maybe he suddenly felt some way.

Fred and Molly on the other hand were giving him non-stop advice, though Fred seemed to threaten the poor boy than provide some help.

"That's really helpful, thanks," George groaned and pressed his palms on his eyes after hearing his brother's comment.

"What?" Fred grinned and tried to control his laughter. "I didn't say she will, I just said she might. She might run away".

"Stop it," he grumbled and looked down at his hands, his thoughts genuinely conflicted and messed up.

"Hey," Fred said in a much sincere voice after realising just how scared his twin really was. "You know I was joking right? That girl loves you, mate. She'll never ever do that".

"What if she does? Maybe it's too soon for her. I think I'm hurrying things".

"No you're not. You've been together since five years for merlin's sake! It's not early. And besides, you're not even marrying her. It's just a promise".

"Man up now," Fred smiled and put his hand on the other's shoulder. "She's going to leave soon with Harry".

"Yeah," George sighed and sat there for a minute before thinking of visiting his girl.

He apparated in front of the Lupin Cottage and was thankful to see the light on. The questioning was done and in he stepped.

"Hello love," he said brightly and brought her in his embrace.

"Godric did I miss you," Ophelia breathed and pressed her head against his shoulder, her arms tightening around his torso.

"Missed you too," he smiled and pulled back to kiss her passionately.

A small group of butterflies danced in their stomachs and electricity shot through their veins at the contact.

The two grinned and went to sit in the living room with two steaming mugs. Tea for him, and coffee for her.

"When are you leaving?" He asked and looked at her as he rubbed her feet that were placed in his lap.

"After Harry's birthday," she answered and kept the cup on the table. "Which is tomorrow. He'll turn seventeen and won't have the trace on him then".

George nodded, "It's a lot more dangerous than you're letting on isn't it?"

"You already know," she smiled sadly. Wanting nothing more than to share everything with him but it wasn't her place to do so.

He nodded again, not asking any more questions and trusting her completely.

"I'll be back soon," she frowned. Feeling terrible at seeing his slightly sullen state. "I promise you".

"I also know that," he chuckled a little. "I know you will come back. And if you don't, I might just have to drag you away from that no-nosed bastard himself".

Ophelia laughed out loud, her having no doubt that he would definitely bring her back from the captures of the Dark Lord himself if he had to.

They sat in silence for the rest of the time until a knock was heard making them alert, but it was just Remus.

"Hey Dad," Ophelia smiled at her father and hugged him tightly.

He mirrored the action and kept her close before letting go, "Hey, good day today?"

"As usual," she responded and went into the kitchen to make his favorite black tea.

"Hello George," Remus greeted the young man who looked a tiny bit nervous before replying back more firmly.

"Joke shop going well then?" The man asked and accepted the tea from his daughter.

"Oh yeah it's good. But the sale's going down the last days, not many people are getting out to wander and all".

Remus nodded understandingly and looked at his daughter who was curled up in a comfortable armchair and was reading her favorite book.

"Harry's birthday is tomorrow," he said and Ophelia looked up at that.

She nodded, "Yep, which means my time to save the world from an evil man with an absent nose and horrible fingernails has come".

The two laughed at her humour, it wasn't the same as before but they were glad that it wasn't gone fully.

"It's getting late, I better get going," said George and got up.

Ophelia stood up too and pulled him in a hug, "See you tomorrow," she smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

"Of course," he said and hugged her back, hoping she wouldn't hear his heart thudding madly at the thought of the next day. He kissed her head before walking out of the door with a last wave and smile.

The two Lupins watched him and went back inside after he disapparated.

"He was acting a little different yesterday," she said unconsciously and sat cross legged on the couch.

"How so?" Remus asked with raised eyebrows.

"I dunno," she began uncertainly. "He was stuttering and blushing a lot when we were talking. I don't understand if it's a good or a bad thing".

Remus barely managed to hide a smile at her answer. Of course George Weasley would stammer and flush furiously in front of his own girlfriend only because he was planning to give her something special soon enough.

"He probably was just nervous," he said and successfully hid his laughter.

Ophelia frowned at the strange thought but nodded nevertheless.

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The day was finally here after a long long wait and George was sure he was going to melt into a puddle of water if he didn't calm himself.

"You're literally shaking," Fred said in surprise and he looked down at his hands to see them vibrating badly. "Man up!"

"You'll understand when it's your turn," George muttered bitterly and fixed his shirt for the hundredth time that night.

"It'll be fine, George. Everything will be perfect," he tried to encourage.

"Hope so too".

"George!" A voice called from downstairs and it sounded hurried.

"Comin' mum!" He called back and took one last look in the mirror.

He saw himself staring back, decked in black jeans and a crimson red shirt. His hair styled a little but kept unruly, just the way Ophelia liked. His face was the definition of nervousness in that moment.

He let out a deep sigh before going downstairs and out in the backyard where everybody had gathered.

Unconsciously his eyes searched for that one person in the crowd, head turning as he tried to find his girl.

"You're so whipped that it's adorable," Ginny interrupted his thoughts with a small laugh.

"I'm not whipped," he scoffed.

"Mhmm, not like you were searching for Lia in the crowd or anything," she grinned knowingly and he rolled his eyes.

"Nervous?" She asked. She knew about his plan, everyone in the family did except for Ophelia of course.

"Yeah," he said and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I know it'll be fine. Don't worry," she consoled and he nodded. "Oh wait- there she is!"

Saying so she disappeared and George looked confused before turning towards where his sister had run off to.

As his eyes landed on Ophelia, he felt his breath hitch and could hear his heart starting to take up speed. His mouth was left slightly open and a deep red blush coated his neck.

She looked gorgeous in that dress. Though it was really simple, it complimented her figure perfectly. She was walking with Remus next to her, a small on her face as she hugged Ginny who was the first to reach there.

Ophelia laughed and let go of the youngest Weasley, and looked around for the birthday boy and made her way towards him.

"Happy birthday Har," she said softly and pulled the boy in a hug. Her being proud of him in some kind of way.

"Thanks Lia," Harry smiled and hugged her back tightly.

"Let's cut the cake then!" Molly announced and everybody cheered.

George went over to stand beside Ophelia and her eyes brightened on seeing him.

"You're looking handsome, mister," she grinned and smoothed his silk shirt.

"You're beautiful," he said back in some strange breathlessness. His face in genuine awe as he looked at her and admired her natural and raw beauty.

She just smiled shyly and turned away as Harry started cutting his birthday cake.

The cake was cut, gifts were given and all of the people congratulated the birthday boy once again and wished him happiness.

And when the noises had settled down to low whispers, everyone except for Ophelia kept glancing at George, waiting for him to say something.

"George!" Fred muttered in his ear. "Do something now!"

"I- Alright," he breathed and swallowed heavily. His hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he slowly walked to his love who was laughing with her Dad.

The atmosphere in the air changed drastically as everybody fell silent and watched the scene play out.

"L- Love?" He stuttered and face-palmed internally. His heart hammering inside his chest as she turned to face him with a bright smile, not noticing that she was the center of everyone's attention.

"Yeah?"

"C- Come with me will ya? Just for a minute, wanna talk".

She furrowed her eyebrows but nodded and took his extended palm. Only when she started walking did she realise that all eyes were on her. She shot them a questioning look but they just grinned and smirked.

"Anything wrong, George?" She asked softly once they were in the living room.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to- talk about something," he said nervously.

"Go on then," she said and smiled uncertainly.

He stepped closer to her and took both of her hands in his, holding her fingers gently. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself before opening them and feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of those caramel-brown eyes.

"I've been meaning to talk about this for a long time, it was torturing my brain. And I think the thought of you leaving for a long time finally got the courage out of me".

Ophelia nodded slowly, still a lot confused by his words that didn't have a context yet.

He felt his heart slow down as he spoke, feeling more at ease now as he decided to just pour his heart out, not caring about what random things he'll say. Just wanting them to be genuine enough.

"We've been together for a long time, and honestly these years were one of the best in my entire life. Of course I had you as my best friend first, and I loved those precious moments too. Apart from Fred and my family, you were the one to know me well inside out. Still do as a matter of fact. And I wanna tell you how thankful I am for our friendship, for our little infinity," he smiled.

Ophelia didn't know what to say so she just nodded, hoping he'd see the love in her eyes and he did.

"And then by some miracle you became my girlfriend, and I was happier than ever. So grateful to have you by my side, grateful for getting someone who comforted me, made me laugh, and made me cry," he let out a small laugh and you did too.

"And we graduated and I thought maybe, you'd fall out of love or something. But our bond just got stronger, we were much closer than before. And somehow I was once again in love with you. I fell in love with your bravery, your smartness, your humour, your stupidity, your caring nature, just everything. I love you, and I think that's pretty much the beginning and end of everything".

"George," she murmured softly. "Why are you planning to make me cry?"

He chuckled and cupped her cheeks now, "Cuz darling I don't think you know the impact you have on my life. I love the way you make me feel, as though I'm the only guy in the world, it makes me feel all giddy and flustered. I think I'm the luckiest man alive when you hug me, or kiss me".

"It was because of you that I got to know how meeting your soulmate was really like. You know, falling for you wasn't falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly knowing you're home. I always used to think of how love would feel like, and I think I got the answer now," he gave her a toothy grin.

"Yeah?" She asked with teary eyes and pressed her lips together.

"I did. All those times we used to run around like idiots on the grounds? That was love for me. All those times when we slow danced late in the night? That was love for me. All those kisses we shared in the kitchens? That was love for me. All those late night talks, playful conversations, loving glances, comforting touches, consoling words, laughable memories? That was love for me".

"One night I just looked at you and couldn't describe what I was feeling. My heart was beating like crazy and I was scared it will burst out. My face was hurting from smiling so widely, my insides were swarmed with fireworks and calmness at the same time. And I knew then, this was what love felt like".

Ophelia felt a tear drop down her cheeks at his heartfelt words. She looked down but he gently lifted her face with his fingers.

"I know you might be thinking that why am I pouring out my entire heart to you so suddenly. But I wanted you to know just how much I love you before I do this".

Before she could ask what did he mean, he pulled out the black box from his pocket and opened it, revealing the magnificent ring.

Ophelia's hands went to cover her mouth in shock, and her eyes widened.

He just smiled and said, "It's not a wedding ring. We decided not to marry soon and I respect that. It's a promise ring, my love".

She looked at him, an uncountable amount of happiness on her face as tears continued to escape from her shining eyes.

He pulled the ring from the cushion and put the box back inside his pocket, "This ring is an oath. A vow. A promise. That I'll always love you and I will marry you someday. It means that I choose to spend the rest of my life with you right here by my side. It means that I'm willing to love you deeply, dearly and constantly, for the rest of my life".

He cleared his throat and gazed intensely into her eyes, "Will you, Ophelia Lupin? Will you accept this small token of love from me. This small promise that one day, whenever that will be, I will make you my wife. I choose you, my love. Will you choose me? And of course, no measure of time will ever be enough for me, but shall we start with forever?"

Ophelia was speechless as she looked back at him. Her heart ached with happiness and an unbelievable amount of love for this man.

All she could do was whisper a small, "Yes. I'd choose you too. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I'll always choose you".

And that was all the confirmation he needed and he slowly slipped the ring onto the little finger of her right hand. The finger by which they had made all of their promises, whether it be big or small.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly and he did the same. "I adore you".

"I love you too," he smiled and at long last, he pressed his lips against hers.

This kiss was filled with all of those unsaid feelings, indescribable actions, and untold words they had.

The two stayed close before pulling away, faces beaming brightly.

"Shall we go out now?" He asked and she nodded immediately.

The couple walked out and as soon as everyone caught sight of them, there was chaos and they all rushed over.

"Did he do it?!"

"Oh my god, George Fabian I didn't know you had it in you. You're a lucky man to get such a wonderful girl".

"Show me the ring!"

Ophelia laughed at the comments and held up her right hand to show the promise ring glittering there.

"Godric it's beautiful," Hermione smiled in awe and hugged the older girl.

The Weasleys were all smothering George with hugs and kisses as they kept on chanting of how proud they were. The boy smiled and accepted every loving action.

"So my sister will get married soon now?" Harry asked teasingly and brought her in a hug. Him being ecstatic at her getting the perfect life partner.

"I don't know that but don't you think you'll escape from my presence so quickly, Hazza. I'll always be there to haunt you in some way with every nickname possible," Ophelia grinned mischievously.

Harry couldn't help but laugh exasperatedly at her behaviour and he pushed her in the direction of Mrs Weasley who was crying tears of joy.

"You were always the perfect choice for my son. I had you selected for him since the start," Molly admitted and she smiled.

After almost everyone had congratulated Ophelia, she frowned after realising that one person hadn't even talked to her. She looked around in search of a familiar head of sandy-brown curls similar to her own.

"He's there," Mr Weasley said and pointed to where Remus was standing, leaning against a tree and gazing ahead.

"Why's he there? Did- did he not like George giving me the ring? Maybe it was too soon for him, I-"

"Ophelia," Arthur smiled and calmed her panicked comments. "He's not angry, he doesn't disapprove. He's your father, of course he's happy for you but there's also this sadness in his heart. And I think you know why".

"I'll go talk to him," she muttered and almost ran up to his spot.

Remus turned around at the sound of footsteps and Ophelia caught sight of his cheeks stained with tears. Her heart twisted as she pulled him in a hug quickly.

He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears started falling, he wrapped his arms around his little girl that wasn't so little anymore. Enjoying and savouring every moment until they disappeared.

"Pa?" She whispered and he could see her eyes glistening too, a carbon copy of his and he smiled. "You're happy aren't you?"

"What makes you think I'm not?" He questioned gently and wiped her tears first, not even caring about his own.

"Why'd you leave? You were here all alone".

"Just got a little emotional. It's not everyday you see your only daughter being given a promise ring. I swear it's nothing more".

But she knew there was a lot more than he was letting on. His lips were pressed tightly and stretched in a smile that he put on for her sake.

"You know I'll never leave you, right?"

But he didn't say anything and looked away, and she got the answer.

"Dad," she said softly and he turned his head back to her. "I've probably never told you this before but I'm telling this now. And you be sure to listen carefully, okay?"

Remus nodded and did listen to everything she said intently.

"It didn't matter to me how many boys came in my life. Some left, some stayed for awhile, and George was the one who chose to stay forever. But leaving all of that aside, you were the only man to ever be there since the start and continue being there, Pa".

He smiled at that and she did too, hoping he would understand the importance he'll always and forever have in her life.

"And yeah I'll get married someday, but so what? You'll still be the first man I ever loved and who loved me. And don't you think for a second that after marriage I'll stop visiting you or some shit like that. Because you're solely mistaken then, Mr Lupin. 'Cause let me confirm the fact that I will always continue to annoy you, will continue to steal your chocolates and sweaters until you get tired and will continue to pull pranks".

He laughed fondly and pulled his daughter in his arms again. His heart felt considerably lighter now.

"And if you think that my future husband will refuse me visiting you frequently. Then let me tell you that first of all, it won't ever happen as I have Molly Weasley with me. Secondly, I'll fight him to death if he does dare to refuse, which I know he won't but yeah. I'm going to drop in every single day to take my daily dose of chocolate and coffee".

"You're always welcome," he smiled and they turned to see George approaching them.

"What were you talking about?" He asked amusedly and looked between the two.

"My plans for fighting you if you ever refuse me to pay Dad a visit," she answered brightly.

"Like I'll ever do that!" He exclaimed.

"I know you won't," she said. "Just a precautionary measure, future husband".

"Go wild with the ideas," he rolled his eyes and Remus smiled at the pair. Knowing they really were perfect for each other.

Remus thought for a moment and then pulled George in a hug, much to the younger one's surprise but delight too.

"Take care of her," he whispered. "You're a good man, I know you will keep her happy".

"I promise I will," George said and he nodded, a pleased expression on his face.

"Come on now, Dad! We gotta have some of that hot chocolate!" Ophelia pouted and tugged at his arm and he was suddenly reminded of her as a little child.

Remus and George shared a grin and he wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulder as she dragged him towards the food table.

"Pa?" She asked, her honey eyes meeting his. "I love you, and thank you so much for everything. I never really say it that much, but I do appreciate it".

"Always, darling. I love you too," he smiled softly and she returned it happily.

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tear it down (around my head) (6)

warnings: unreliable narrator, physical & mental abuse, violence, dissociation, panic, remus-typical body horror, PTSD, painfully high number of dad jokes

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Everything was not fine.

Patton shook his head, trying to focus on the meat he was browning. That wasn’t true, not really. Here, everything was wonderful.

That was the problem.

One day turned to two, turned to a week, turned to two weeks. And Patton was still here.

In all that time, they hadn’t made a single mention of kicking him out, not even Umbra. They’d settled into a routine, displacing their usual lives to live in what had to be a secondary safehouse, and Patton had somehow been folded into that routine without any of them thinking twice.

He wasn’t the best cook, but he was good at what he knew, and he had the time and the energy to make meals where the others dragged themselves back from patrol looking near-ready to collapse. It was the least he could do for them, even if Dee insisted on buying the groceries.

When their schedules got really rough, Umbra in particular had been sustaining himself on pre-packaged snacks, coffee, and stress. Patton seemed to be slowly but surely working his way into the hero’s good graces through warm meals alone.

Remus was an inventor in the kitchen, and so excited to try bizarre combinations that it was contagious. Whenever a dish went sideways or Patton had an odd idea for a garnish or sauce, he found himself setting the trial portion in question aside for Remus to try.

Whenever Dee got the chance, he would appear in the kitchen to help him, chatting as they worked through preparing each dish, probably making sure Patton wasn't poisoning anything. He had mentioned several times that Patton ‘really didn’t have to do all this’, but Patton had noticed the way his shoulders had eased and his face lightened when everyone ate together.

He enjoyed the cooking process, too, introducing him to new recipes or better ways to prepare certain foods. Patton suspected that Dee would have been filling this role already if it weren’t for the fact that– no matter how many hands he had on hand– he simply didn’t have enough hours in the day.

After all, it was The Conductor who seemed to do most of the managing when it came to their chaotic crime-fighting trio, and even when they weren’t patrolling the streets or battling megalomaniacs, he could be found nose-deep in extensive legal documents or making phone calls to mysterious contacts and/or friends in high places. According to Remus, it was thanks to him that the three of them could use their abilities without being impeded by local law enforcement in the first place.

It was amazing, watching the way they put their all into being heroes, into helping people. Even someone like him. It was only natural that he’d want to return that kindness as much as he possibly could.

And so it went.

Every day, Patton did his best to make himself useful and make the three of them happy.

Every night, he tossed and turned under the force of horrible, gut-wrenching memories, fragments of a life he didn’t want to remember.

Every morning, the pit of guilt grew larger in his gut and he thought about telling Dee.

And yet, the words remained locked in his throat, all stoppered up by the idea that he’d tell them just as soon as he had to leave. The promise that he’d confess once he finally overstayed his welcome.

But he was still here. And the memories were getting worse.

They’d started out like that first dream. He still felt like himself, if a version of him that had been through an unending streak of bad days. The memories would start during little moments of solitude, walking the streets or curled up at home, finally feeling like he was half-settled in his skin. No matter how hard he tried, he could never remember his surroundings or read any of the street signs.

Then, the dream would shift to a punishment, like he was being reprimanded for those little moments of selfhood even in his subconscious mind. They varied in method and intensity, but none of them were as simple or painless as that first memory’s blow.

He learned that he could tell how old the memory was by his reaction to the worst punishment. In the old memories, the ones that were even hazier than normal and patchy at the edges, his memory-self would struggle and writhe and beg. It would take several other people to pin him down and force him into a kneel, their harsh hands leaving heavy imprints.

In the more recent memories, he didn’t fight. He folded to his knees and simply waited there, still and silent and unrestrained, for the blistering pain to white out his vision. His mind was mostly blank, but the reasoning still lay there under the surface: They went quicker that way. Only a single hand laid on him that way. Boss was happier that way. It was better.

Patton woke from those memories sobbing every time, trying to remind himself that it wasn’t real, that it wasn’t him, that he hadn’t given up hope. But he had, hadn’t he? If someone pressed along those fault lines, wouldn’t he do it again? Didn’t the memories prove that?

He hadn’t known it was possible to feel so betrayed by one’s past self.

Patton was jarred from his thoughts by a timer going off, and found himself stationed at a cutting board, halfway through dicing some chives. Hadn’t he been in the middle of something else before…?

Turning, he could see the ground beef sitting on the stovetop on low heat, already seasoned and ready to be scooped into taco shells. The smell of cumin and garlic powder was thick in the air, seemingly impossible to miss. He had no memory of even pulling the containers from the spice rack.

He’d lost time again. It was so easy to get caught up in his own head these days. Alarmingly so, when he didn’t know just what lay in the corners of his mind. There might be a supervillain in there somewhere. He was lucky that the episodes had been subtle so far, enough that he could just be dismissed as airheaded.

Something was wrong with him. Really wrong. He needed to tell the others.

The front door opened, and a chorus of three mismatched voices called out a greeting, toppling into the kitchen like sleep-deprived college students.

Umbra ducked past him with a grumbled ‘behind you’ and hauled both the first aid kit out from under the sink and four plates from the cabinet, Remus hopped up to sit on the bar with bloody lips and a cheshire grin that was missing a tooth, and Dee stripped off his outer armor to don his favorite apron (emblazoned with ‘No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen’, courtesy of Remus) before bustling over to the stovetop.

“Welcome home,” Patton told them, watching as they bickered and set the table and slowly but surely let the strain of a long night slide off their shoulders.

It was late. They were tired. He would tell them later.

—

“Umbra, now!”

His lips twitched down into a muted scowl as a bubble of darkness descended on him, blocking out his view of the street around him. Surrounding him entirely in darkness, with only his own glowing form visible in the void.

Only a heartbeat later, there were multiple hands grabbing hold to his arms, legs, all of them attempting to pin him in place. For a moment, his mind grew confused, a memory of punishment– of darkness and gripping hands– overlapping with the present for just long enough to make him pause.

“Surrender,” The Conductor demanded, his voice strained with the power of maintaining his constructs. “Whatever it is you’re dealing with, we can get you help.”

Anger bubbled hot and bright in him. These false heroes were a plague, and they insisted on trying to infect him. Unforgivable.

The bubble of shadow constricted closer, heavier around him, but it didn’t matter. They couldn’t hide away in the darkness. He was the bringer of light.

His glow grew into a piercing shine, brighter and hotter until it was burning away the hands and evaporating the darkness. Cleansing the scourge from this city, as always.

The so-called heroes disengaged, more than familiar with his blast radius, but he wasn’t willing to let them go so easily. He would engage them here, keep them occupied and contain their impurities while Boss made changes in the city unhindered, working on a bigger scale than these meaningless skirmishes.

He didn’t like the heavy darkness. A small, distant part of him cowered away from it.

With an outstretched hand, he pulled back his light before it could finish its usual crackling halo and redirected the energy towards a new target, one darting between the shadows cast by his brightness. Between one shadow and the next– there.

“Umbra!”

The others’ warning only gave the hero enough time to turn his head. His eyes went wide and frantic, the terror on his face lit from below as the bolt of concentrated light struck true.

—

Patton woke to a scream strangled in his throat and hot tears in his eyes.

A dream. Just a dream. … A memory?

No, that dream– it couldn’t have been a memory. It couldn’t have been. It hadn’t been like the others, where he felt like a real person, like himself, and only realized it was a dream when he woke up. This one was different.

He had watched from the eyes of– of Lightshow, fine, he could admit that much. But the shift of his gaze, the wave of his hand, the step of his feet? Patton hadn’t been able to control any of it. He’d been forced into the position of a silent spectator, trapped in place, forced to watch as his body moved and fought and burned.

It wasn’t a memory. Those weren’t his thoughts. It was just a nightmare, a normal run-of-the-mill nightmare, constructed by his mind as some twisted response to stress. He was feeling guilty over not telling them, and his brain had taken it too far, that was all.

It had to be just a nightmare.

Patton tried to calm his breathing, to lay back down, but Umbra’s expression at that last moment flickered into view every time he closed his eyes.

Eventually, he gave up, just like he had that first night, and climbed out of bed. On the nightstand, the clock’s digital numbers glared up at him; three AM. Maybe he could figure out something really fiddly and time-consuming to make for breakfast. Maybe Umbra would help!

To his surprise, when he rapped quietly on his door (to avoid ‘scaring the life out of’ Umbra the way he had that first night) and poked his head out, there was no hooded figure sitting next to his door, back against the wall.

Had the other two finally convinced him to stop keeping watch on Patton? Or…

A sudden jolt of foreboding ran down his spine, and he pulled the door open wider, looking up and down the hall. Nobody was there. Had something happened to him?

Patton hesitated; they’d never explicitly told him to stay in his room while they were sleeping, but it only made sense that they’d want a potential threat contained. If he started wandering around now, would they be upset with him?

A flicker of that memory flashed in his mind’s eye again, and it was enough for him to force his shoulders firm and cross the threshold. A potential punishment wasn’t important. Not when Umbra could be in danger.

He hurried down the hall, only registering the sound of lowered voices a beat after he’d burst into the common area.

Remus was laying on the couch, flat on his stomach with his face buried in his arms, and above him on the back of the couch–

“Umbra,” Patton said, unable to contain the relief that swept through him. It didn’t even matter if he was in trouble for breaking the rules. Umbra was here, he was alright, he was safe.

The hero in question blinked at him in surprise for a moment before frowning, more confused than upset. “Lightshow? What are you doing up?”

Remus popped his head up, craning it back at a painful-looking angle to grin at him. “Glowbug!”

Patton smiled back and drifted a few steps closer automatically before stopping short, remembering that he had yet to explain himself. He opened his mouth.

“You weren’t there.” … That wasn’t what he’d meant to say at all. That wasn’t an explanation, that was an accusation!

Before he could start panicking, Umbra raised his eyebrows questioningly, and then seemed to put it together. “Oh. Yeah, I left to help Remus. Figured you probably weren’t going to get up and murder us all on only two hours of sleep.”

“Unless…?” Remus drew the word out suggestively, and Umbra jabbed his heel into his back in retaliation. Neither of them seemed upset at him, not even a little.

Patton dared to step a little closer, shaking his head and showing them his empty hands as proof that he had no murder plans. Remus pouted, letting his head flop forward once more.

“Help with what?” he asked, watching the way Umbra was applying pressure to Remus’s back curiously.

Umbra stiffened a little, narrowing his eyes at him the same way he always did when he thought Patton overstepped in his questions (which was frequently), but Remus didn't hesitate to answer in his place.

“Power malfunction,” he said, his nasally voice muffled through the couch cushion he was talking against. “Couldn’t sleep, so Paramoan here is keeping me company.”

“I couldn’t sleep either,” Patton replied wryly. A power malfunction? “Are you… hurt?”

Both of them went oddly still, and Remus rolled over onto his side to shoot Patton an incredulous look.

“Wait, do you not know my power?” he asked. Patton flushed, embarrassed. “Holy shit, you don’t know my power!”

“Here we go,” Umbra said with an eyeroll, drawing his legs up and tucking them under him like a cat as Remus squirmed up into a sitting position. He was going to give a demonstration of his power. Patton felt dread begin to fill his lungs, making his breaths shallower.

“Behold,” Remus announced grandly, waving his arms and wiggling his fingers dramatically for a moment before slamming his hands together. He had his two hands fisted side-by-side, with a thumb poking out between his pointer and middle finger of his left hand.

… Wait a minute.

“Tada!” Remus crowed, pulling his fists apart to reveal that he’d ‘separated’ his thumb from his right hand. It was a classic grade school magic trick. Above him, Umbra was facepalming.

Patton muffled a chuckle, smiling good-naturedly. “Remus, I may not remember much, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I know that one.”

“Aw, damn. Well, here, for your troubles,” Remus said, and dropped the thumb into Patton’s hand.

The thumb. The single, unattached, warm thumb.

Patton looked up, eyes wide, and Remus waved at him gleefully. His right hand was conspicuously missing a digit.

The thumb in his hand wiggled.

A short, strangled shriek of terror escaped him. “Your thumb!”

“No, Patton. It’s your thumb now,” Remus told him solemnly, apparently completely unconcerned.

Patton skittered over to Remus with his hands cupped around the missing appendage, mind racing. Could a finger be reattached? Would it heal if they put the pieces back together!?

The others had jerked back at his approach, but Remus obligingly held still as Patton grabbed his injured hand and inspected the wound that would surely be gushing blood by now.

The wound that… wasn’t gushing blood at all, actually. Instead, there was a dark green patch where flesh and blood should have been, as though Remus’s insides were made of clay. When he looked down at the thumb in his other hand, the severed end of it looked the same.

“Superpowers,” Patton recalled out loud, and slumped over onto the couch as his utter panic faded. “I forgot about superpowers.”

Remus immediately started cackling at his expense, and even Umbra had his face turned away to hide amusement of his own. Abruptly, Patton realized that he was so exasperated that he’d forgotten to be scared. He hid a smile, waiting for Remus’s amusement to die down before holding his hand out.

“I’m sorry Remus, but I can’t accept this gift,” he said, offering the thumb back. “It’s too opposable.”

That had definitely been a snort from Umbra’s direction. Patton resisted the urge to fistpump.

“Ah, well,” Remus replied with a delighted grin, taking the thumb back and reattaching it to his hand with ease. “You win thumb, you lose thumb.”

Patton cracked up. “I can’t believe you!”

“Just be grateful he didn’t do ‘pull my finger’ instead,” Umbra told him, shaking his head, the beginnings of a smile on his face. “He pulled that one on me and I threw the finger at him.”

“So cruel!” Remus agreed enthusiastically. “I mean, on one hand, I was wounded. But on the other hand, I was fine.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Umbra grabbed the nearest throw pillow and attempted to smother Remus with it. The homicide attempt was accompanied by snorting laughter, though, so Patton thought it was probably fine.

He hoped so, anyways: he was too busy laughing himself to perform a rescue.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides #ts patton #ts remus #ts virgil #ts janus #patton-centric #superhero au #superpowers au #tidamh #tear it down around my head #my writing #writing #sorry this is late i was evicted #my internet access is infrequent as a result so if i dont reply to something its because i just didn't have time #hopefully ill be more active soon #love u all ttyl

[bikelock28]

What kind of parents to Ted do you think Remus and Tonks would've been if they survived?

I don't know why but I imagine that Tonks would be the 'easy one', the one who Ted could tell some juicy details from his teenage life and Tonks would be like 'ooh yeah I understand, tell me more!' and would sometimes behave like she's his friend rather than a mum (which sounds good but could be bad xD) I also imagine lots of cringe nicknames that would embarrass Teddy and lots of hugs and kisses, basically very affectionate and warm, like she was in books.

For Remus... I can't help but imagine him being loving but also strict and a bit cold. He would LOVE Tonks and Teddy obviously, but Remus is not naturally affectionate or open about his feelings and I don't think he would be a natural Family Man (like Arthur Weasley), so he would be reserved. He would express his love towards Teddy by saying how proud he was of Ted's Head Boy badge and ruffle his hair and clap him on the back. I also think his lycanthropy might affect their relationship - Remus would get grumpy, in turn Ted might also get sarcastic and grumpy if he's in a bad mood, which could result in a fight. Also, Remus gives me the ~old fashioned father~ vibes when it comes to discipline, if you know what I mean. BUT in spite of all this, Teddy would be a complete daddy's boy! Especially if he's more like Remus in personality and looks, and he and Remus could talk endlessly and understand each other.

Sorry for long post 🤡 what are your headcanons?

Thank you for your question. Don’t apologise for a long post- I love long posts:) and this reply has turned out v long also.

I touched on the answer a bit here: https://bikelock28.tumblr.com/post/624514058632232960/i-lobed-the-chapters-about-what-happened-to.

I don’t think either Tonks or Lupin would be very strict parents, but I also don’t think either would be the “friends with the kids” type. I don’t think either would be the Cool Parent, because frankly by the time children are old enough to fully understand/appreciate coolness, they’re too old to reckon it applies to their parents.

I think Lupin does most of the childcare. This means he and Teddy are close. Being a dad makes lupin happier than anything. He has a lovely relationship with Teddy: loves teaching Teddy stuff and is also good at being silly with him (remember this is a man who dressed Snape as Neville’s gran and who laughs at James’ jokes 20 years later! Do not underestimate the daftness Remus Lupin is capable of). I think Tonks would absolutely love all of the above.

I write Lupin as allergic to PDA with Tonks, and I think it would largely remain that way. But I don’t think he can keep his hands off Teddy, he is always hugging, tickling, kissing, ruffling hair, having Teddy climb on him, etc. It feels natural to him, he doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it in front of others.

If you grew up in a family where one parent was stay-at-home and the other went to work, you’ll remember that the latter coming home was a bit of a big daily occasion. I think that defo happens with Tonks- “MUMMY IS HOME! Mummy let me show you my drawing, mummy I scored a goal today” etc, hurling himself at her when she comes through the door. Plus it allows her to be Fun Mummy. 

However, Aurors presumably work many evenings, weekends, early mornings. If you grow up with a parent who works shifts like that then as the child it’s normal to you. But for many mums that‘s guilt-inducing. I think Tonks would really struggle with that, which makes me sad. Though I suppose the good thing about being married to Lupin is that you’d always have someone to talk to about guilt lol! I reckon she’d buy Teddy all sort of daft and unnecessary toys to make up for missing bedtimes etc. These presents would largely be junk Teddy didn't actually want or need. Lupin would find this habit extremely irritating and it would probably be something they'd argue about: "It's just a silly plastic frog, it was ten knuts," "So why did you bother getting it?" "It's just a little token to say sorry for being away so much this week," "It's clutter we don't need, like that whistle you got him in the Summer. He knows you wish you were home more, Tonks- you don't need to spoil him with junk to prove it," etc etc.

BUT I also reckon Lupin would also be indulgent of Teddy in a different way, e.g:

I bet he’d hate leaving him to cry as a baby. 

He’d have phases of extreme anxiety about Teddy’s safety. 

Because Lupin’s self-loathing means that he believes he Is Bad, and because he carries a lot of shame, he would be weird and paranoid about Teddy growing up with similar problems. This would lead to him struggling with if an how to punish Teddy when he’s naughty, and with even the idea/wording of “naughty”/“good”/“you’re in trouble” etc.

Tonks, like many people, would find all the above bemusing and infuriating. I headcanon that Andromeda was quite a strict parent to her, and as far as Tonks is concerned she (Tonks) turned out OK. Therefore i think Tonks would have a more normal and healthy approach to punishment: “sending Teddy to bed without his pudding will teach him not to steal biscuits from the tin again”, “telling him he’s been naughty isn’t shaming him”, “he knows we love him even if we get cross sometimes”. Whereas Lupin, with his aforementioned shame and self-loathing would be troubled by all that. I think he would defo argue with Tonks about it. E.g a battleground would be if Teddy can/should sleep in his parents’ bed: "It helps him sleep," "No, Remus, it helps you sleep, but not me, and I'm the one who has to be up at five to go to work," "I'll have him on my side, then" "It doesn't matter, he'll still end up keeping us awake. You've got to get over this clinginess," "He isn't clingy," "He's going to be because of you, and you are because of him. Look, I know you get anxious sometimes about him being alone at night, but he's safe here. He's in the room nextdoor. Nobody is going to hurt him," "That's not what I'm worried about," "Remus, that's exactly what you're worried about. We both know it. It's OK, I understand, but you can't let it effect how we are with Teddy," etc etc.

As for their family relationships when Teddy’s older:

I don’t agree with you about Tonks being keen to hear the juicy details of teddy’s teen life, or him being keen to tell her- remember this is his mum! Plus, if Teddy’s anything like his dad, he’s a closed book. And Tonks has enough experience of Remus by then to respect that in Teddy.

I also disagree with you about Lupin getting grumpy around the full moon. In canon he gets ill, not bad-tempered, so there’s nothing there to cause arguments with Teddy. I don’t think having a werewolf dad would make school easy for Teddy (even though said dad is also a war hero). But I don’t believe Teddy would ever directly blame Lupin for that, because Teddy’s grown up seeing first-hand how being a werewolf is an illness.

Overall I think Teddy’s Hogwarts years would be a happy time for the family (as much as they can be when you have a teenager in the house!). I headcanon Teddy as always pretty independent, so him growing up and making choices would be cool for his parents to watch. Especially as he’s a bright lad, and I don’t head cannon him as having any interest in being an Auror or going into politics. Probably a relief for his parents on a personal level, but also a big signifier for them (and their Order friends) that the war’s over, and they won it so Teddy didn’t have to fight or campaign or be afraid. He can live the life he chooses. He can be normal. Well, as normal as you can be when you have turquoise hair ;)

However, by the time Teddy’s in 4th/5th year I headcanon that Lupin would be getting increasingly unwell. Probably walking with a stick and tiring easily. Of course that’s a difficult thing for a parent to experience, and a child to witness. I think Tonks would try to make this all seem OK and fail, and everyone would be miserable about it. But being a loving family makes even a miserable time a little better.

Hope you enjoyed this long answer. As always, feel free to weigh in or send Asks or Messages.

#Questions or something #Teddy lupin #my rambles #sorry for errors or unhingedess I am on a megabus on a Bank Holiday evening so anything goes

[cannibalizedyke]

Hello Elia! The hugest congratulations on your super-deserved milestone! Can I request a 🕊with either Remus or TASM!Peter? (whoever you feel like writing for!) and a 🍰 for any fandom you write for? (I am a female bisexual). I apologize in advance for the sheer amount of oversharing I'm about to do...

- Tumblr Essentials: INTJ, 5w4, Slytherin, Cancer Sun (Libra Moon, Cancer Rising)

- Personality: I am very introverted and I feel most at home lost in thought (I want to understand everything about everything). I am independent to a fault and I love being by myself- I go shopping alone, I go to clubs alone (I live for every element of nightlife), I go to movies alone, etc. I find it very hard to relate to other people and form relationships that are important to me. I am told repeatedly that I am intimidating at first, however the few people I love I become a huge sweetheart with. Despite all this, I'm the furthest thing from shy. I'm not afraid of much, including speaking my mind, talking to strangers, and trying new things. My sense of humor is constant quips and dry remarks. I'm very sarcastic and blunt with my jokes.

- Likes: I love rock music. All of it. Especially fond of punk like the Ramones and the Sex Pistols. My first loves were the classics like AC/DC, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Aerosmith, Iron Maiden. Ok just a few more... the Cure, Nirvana, Hole, Bikini Kill... I love art. The weird kind, the uncomfortable kind. The abstract and surreal. I love literature (English Major!) and philosophy. All-time favorite authors are Stephen King, Hermann Hesse, Paulo Coelho, Albert Camus, Franz Kafka, and Joan Didion.

- Appearance: I'm 5'6" and very lean, I have long brown hair and super dark eyes, I am sickly pale 10/12 months in the year but somehow in the summer I become a super tan olive? I have 13 piercings in my ears, I wear a little swan around my neck that I never take off (gift from my mom), and I wear a single silver ring on each hand. I love feeling good in my clothes so a lot of my outfits are tight or skimpy. I try to keep from trashy but I love heels and mini-skirts and tank tops! I always wear my dad's leather jacket even when the weather does not agree, I am a sucker for a good pair of jeans, and I love my docs. Finally, I have two huge tattoos. A tiger down my back and a dragon below my left breast.

I'm abashed at how much I wrote about myself. Thank you for taking the time to get to know this anon!

gosh you sound so cool!! i'm obsessed with intjs lmao they're like celebrities to me. anyway i did it with remus just because i've gotten so many tasm!peter requests already! tysm for requesting (and for sharing so much about yourself hehe)

🕊 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship with that character would be like!

warnings: language, making out

Music blasted from your vintage record player, filling your ears with blessed rock music and your soul with a much needed sense of peace. Remus wouldn't be home for another hour, so you had about that long to attempt to amuse yourself. You'd picked your poison and it was blaring the Ramones on a record player.

A knock sounded at your door, successfully startling you, and you turned the dangerously loud music down to a reasonable volume. "Remus? I thought you wouldn't be home till six."

"Got off early." Your boyfriend leaned over you to peak into your room. "What're you listening to?"

"The Ramones," you told him, letting him in. "They're a muggle punk rock band."

"Huh." He listened for a moment, nodding his head along. "I like it."

You grinned. "Yeah?"

"They're cool. Bet Padfoot would like 'em."

"Give his parents a heart attack."

"Ah, but that's the basis of appeal to him." Remus winked at you.

You pulled him on top of you and kissed him passionately, savoring the unique taste of his lips. He cupped your face and kissed you back, moving his lips perfectly against yours.

"Y'know, there's something about making out while listening to rock music that's hot as fuck," you said after breaking apart momentarily.

Remus grinned. "I can't say you're wrong." He kissed you again.

🍰 - send me as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll ship you with a character!

honestly... i'm feeling thalia grace. i feel like y'all would bond over your love of punk rock music but your more rational and reserved nature would balance out her kind of volatile and more outgoing characteristics. also y'all would just be a super badass power couple everyone would be terrified of you and it would be great.

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[alohaemora]

Fic Reread Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @artemisia-black and @evesaintyves 💜

I do reread my fics! But something I'm currently working on is learning to reread my older fics with the intent to appreciate my growth and not nitpick or go straight into editing mode.

Comfort Fic: Hah my favorite fics of mine are ones that probably don’t read as comforting at first glance. But there's a one-shot I wrote recently that brings me comfort despite its somewhat angsty undertones: Reminiscence, a little missing moment from OotP featuring some Sirius and Harry godfather-godson goodness.

There were many things about Harry that reminded Sirius strikingly of Lily. The bits of James had been easier to spot, but the more Sirius watched his godson, the more he saw Lily. In the cutting remarks. The withering looks. Even the way he wrote, the witty asides in his letters, the dark humor he injected into his prose. Sirius, more than anyone, had always appreciated Lily's grim sense of humor.

Fic I Always Return To: Definitely Human Spirit. My most ambitious project to date, it is a (WIP) chronological account of Remus Lupin's life (from birth to death) and a true labor of love. I've really enjoyed being able to slip in fun little details of the Marauder's era that we get in the books, bring to life Remus's distinct relationships with his parents, friends, and Tonks, and put his immense trauma and self-loathing into words. In particular, I've loved being able to explore the darker sides of his personality, his tendency to mask his anger with politeness/passive-aggressiveness, to bury his feelings deep and avoid confronting them, to redirect/manipulate others strategically.

"Do you have anyone?" Dad asked again, very quietly. "Any…any women?"

Remus bit out a harsh laugh. "Is that a joke?"

"No, I—"

"Oh, yeah, there are loads of women," Remus said coldly. "Because that's every woman's dream, isn't it? To be with someone who could kill them once a month? Someone who goes through jobs like teabags?"

Dad's face grew redder. He looked ashamed, like he regretted saying anything. "I wasn't…I'm not making light of things, Remus. I was just…it's not something I would recommend, personally. But your…your mother always hoped—"

"Don't," Remus snapped, his hands trembling around his cards. "Don't talk about her."

Favorite Little Gem: I enjoyed writing many portions of The Meeting, which features Dumbledore and a grieving, rage-filled Snape soon after Halloween 1981, when Dumbledore offers him the potions master post. I enjoyed sneaking in little parallels between this moment and Harry and Dumbledore's conversation after Sirius's death in OotP. (I also just love writing dialogue between Dumbledore and Snape lol, it's so much fun.) And at that, Severus's fury exploded. Raising his fist, he slammed it onto Dumbledore's desk, causing several of the headmaster's precious silver instruments to fall to the floor with a crash. "But you didn't protect them!" Severus snarled, his voice cracked and hoarse. "You didn't live up to your word!"

Tagging @hinnyfied, @somesunlitdays, @ashesandhackles, @turanga4, @indihpblog

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[roadtogracelandx45]

Royals|1| Weasley Twins

*I hate everything that JK Rowling stands for, I just like playing with her world a lot. And I have always thought that Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Fred deserved better so here this is. Cross posted on ao3, ff.net, neobooks and wattpad.*

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Fred and George Weasley have always been there for Celeste Diggory in one way or another. From finding out that her real father was an escaped prisoner who killed Harry Potter's parents to her older brother's death in the Triwizard tournament to the second war that tore what was left of Celeste's life into tiny pieces.

Rated T-M

Weasley Twins/ OFC

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One

I have never seen a diamond in the flesh 

“Celeste! Can you come down here?” Amos Diggory called to where his children were working on the rest of their summer homework, and Celeste was behind due to a week-long trip she had with the Weasley Family in Egypt. Her mother’s idea said it would be good to focus on one child at a time. “Yes.” She called back from her room, there was a series of loud noises followed by an ow before she appeared at the top of the stairs, ink smeared on her cheek and her dark hair in a ponytail that was falling out of its holder.

“Yes?” She questioned again.

Amos flattered, he didn’t want to tell her that they had a visit from the Ministry of Magic right before she returned and he didn’t want to tell her that she wasn’t really a Diggory, that she was a Black. And her real father had escaped from the wizarding prison. “What’s wrong Dad?” She prodded as she started down the stairs and her older brother Cedric exited his own room and looked at his sister, “What did you do now Cece?” “Nothing.” She returned quickly, “I haven’t been home long enough to cause any trouble and the twins are still in Egypt.”

Cedric raised his eyebrow at her, trouble making seemed to be in her DNA, and she never intentionally set out to cause trouble it just kind of happened. She was like Harry Potter, it just flocked to them both. “Really Ced, what do you think I am, a Weasley?”

Her tone was teasing and there was a glint in her eye that was always associated with her doing something that she shouldn’t and in detention.

“Come down both you please.” Anna Diggory said from behind her husband, “This is really important and it can’t wait.”

All the color drained out of Celeste’s face as she came down the rest of the stairs, her brother stepped behind her, his own worry clear on his face.

**

“I am not your real father,” Amos said quickly, figuring it would be best to get it all out there at once and he instantly regretted it when he saw the stricken look on the younger Diggory’s face. “Are you joking?” Celeste asked as she sat up straight tipping her cat off of her lap along with the knitted blanket she had covering her knees. “What do you mean you aren’t my father?” Cedric was silent as he reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand squeezing it, he was just as surprised as she was at this. “Does that mean Mum isn’t my mum?”

“No darling,’ Anna started, “your father had a sister Aurora, who was killed in the first wizarding war.”

“So my real mum is this Aurora person?” “Yes. She was together with Sirius Black for many years.” Amos answered, pushing up his glasses, his eyes on her.

‘The bloke that has been in Azkaban for 12 years?” She had vaguely heard of him once at the Weasley house but that was about it. “He has escaped from Azkaban.” Anna answered, causing Celeste to stand up and shove her fingers through her now loose hair, “So is he my dad?”

Amos and Anna were both quiet and Celeste fought back a sob that rose up, “Why did you wait 15 years to tell me? Were you ever going to tell me?”

“We were when you turned 17, but there has been a change.”

“That he bloody escaped?” Her voice came out more shrill and hurt and Cedric rose from the couch and went over to her side and put his arm around her shoulders trying to offer her some sort of comfort, comfort that they both desperately needed. He was hurt on a different level than she was, he had been led to believe that she was his sister from the start and finding out the truth hurt. He wondered if this was going to change their relationship, there was already a rift between them at school, he was in Hufflepuff and she was in Gryffindor. She was a troublemaker, and he was perfect.

They couldn’t have been more different.

“That and we don’t know if he is going to go after you or after Harry.” “Potter?” The two asked at the same time. Celeste was more familiar with him than Cedric due to her being in the same house with him and being friends with the twins who were Harry’s best friend Ron’s older brothers.

“Yes, he is Sirius’s godson, and you are his daughter.” “Then why come after me?” She asked, her voice still shrill and hurt, “Harry is the one that he wants.”

“See Cece, he doesn’t know about you. When you were both he and your mother were on the outs for good, we were in the middle of the war and she didn’t feel right telling you about him. The only people that knew were us and the Potters.”

“That’s bloody ridiculous.” Celeste started, “A father should who is his child is, whether or not he is a damn murderer. Aurora was trying to take the easy way out.” She saw a sting of hurt flash in Amos and Anna’s eyes, their pain still clear over the loss of Aurora 13 years prior. But she didn’t care, she was hurting too. She wanted an answer but all she was getting were more questions.

“Excuse me.” She muttered before going back up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

***

Once in her room and knowing her uncle and aunt wouldn’t come up after her, she sat down at the desk and penned a letter to the twins, though she was dating Fred, she was close to George too, he was her best friend. And they would be serious about the news for a few minutes and then would crack jokes. And that’s what she needed.

She was halfway through the letter when there was a knock on the door and Anna stood in the doorway, a faded leather book in her hands, “I know you are upset Celeste but it was Aurora’s last wish that we kept you safe from him.” Celeste turned in her seat and looked at her, “Still doesn’t change that it hurts.” “I know and I am sorry love.’ She took steps into the room and extended the book towards her. “What’s this?” She hesitated about taking it.

“It's a diary that your mother kept, there are pictures and stories about her. And about your dad.”

“He isn’t my father.” the words came out more firmly than she meant to.

“I know, just read it and make your own decisions about it. Amos isn’t a fan of Sirius because of how much he hurt Aurora. I am sure Cedric would be the same if Fred ever hurt you.” That got a sad laugh out of her, “I think George would beat him to it.” Anna laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead, “I will finish your letter. I am sure the boys are waiting for you to write them.” “Thank you, mum.’ Anna smiled and left the room leaving Celeste alone once again. She paused before opening the book to the middle of it, unsteady, “Here we go.”

#ash writes #series: royals #harry potter fan fiction #harry potter imagines #fred weasley/oc/george weasley #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fan fiction #george weasley imagines #george weasley fan fiction #fix it fic

[poisonedapples]

hey no worries if you don't feel like answering this but would you perhaps share something about your PHTK au? bits of backstory, favorite scenes, moments you think were underrated, anything is fine. only if you want to, though. also please drink some water/have a snack/get up and stretch if it's been a while since you did that last :)

I share stuff when people ask about it, and since I haven’t been able to put out a chapter in over a month, people haven’t asked about it lately. If you send me an ask about PHTK, I’ll definitely answer it!

- I feel like so many moments in Chapter 11 were underrated. I know it was a more angsty chapter and people tend not to read the angsty chapters, but I’m still so proud of how that chapter came out and a lot of the lines. Especially Roman’s line after Remus says not to touch him

- I’ve been thinking about two things in the PHTK backstory a LOT though; Roman when his dad was being put through trial, and the adjustment period for Virgil when Logan first came around, as well as Virgil’s self destructive tendencies. Virgil has a very unhealthy view of punishment. He thinks that any little thing should get the lights knocked out of him, so when he does something that he hates himself for, he gets very self destructive.

(Mention of self injury here via hitting) This is usually in the form of punching things or punching his own arm until it bruises really badly. One time, after he got in some pretty big trouble with Patton after treating Logan like shit and being convinced he was gonna be given away, Virgil punched the wall so hard it dented. But when Patton went to check up on him, he wasn’t angry. He just calmly explained that Virgil has to go to Urgent Care now because he probably broke a knuckle, which he did. So after they came back from there and Virgil’s hand was patched up, Patton talked Virgil through fixing the hole in the wall and talked to Virgil about his feelings, and how to make sure he wasn’t so self destructive next time

That’s another thing, actually. If you notice, any time Virgil thinks he screwed up (like that time he spilled his drink in a different chapter), Patton still has him fix it even if he’s not upset with him. This is actually to help Virgil, because he knows how Virgil’s relationship with punishment is, and he knows Virgil doesn’t feel right until he’s been “corrected”. So Patton just has him clean up his mess, or fix the damage, just calmer things that help Virgil forgive himself. Basically, Patton is best dad

Also I’m just obsessed with the idea recently of how Roman was during the trial. You think Roman’s anxiety is bad NOW? Holy SHIT that week was the worst week of his life. All that man did was throw up, have panic attacks, eat hot chip and lie

Obviously those last two things are a joke but Still. That was…an interesting week for Roman

#asks #foster au #self injury

[starcats1219]

Surface Changes

Chapter 1

Masterpost - ao3 - next chapter

no warnings i can think of for the first chapter, so i hope you all enjoy!

From the outside, the building looked normal. An office building with a boring grey exterior that you could find in any city. If you didn't know the true purpose of the building, it would continue to look normal in the interior as well. An entranceway with a receptionist's desk and elevator, and floors and floors of cubicles and meeting rooms. Completely ordinary.

The contrary, however, could be said for those who knew the truth.

If you were one of the few trusted, you were given a passcode. Punch that into the elevator, and instead of travelling up to the office spaces, you would travel down, to the true purpose of the building.

The headquarters for The Sanders Society.

The underground headquarters is a mirror of the prop office. Offices and meeting rooms, with employees on computers and talking with one another. There's even a break room fully equipped with coffee and snacks. At first glance, everything would seem average, making one question why there was so much secrecy.

That is until you notice who is in this building. Besides humans, it's common to see aliens, ghosts and ghouls, fae, and all sorts of supernatural creatures. You see, that is the point of The Sanders Society. They deal with what governments don't want the general population to discover. All the supernatural sightings, kidnappings, and anything that could be pinned on "abductions", were investigated and stopped by the team.

Thomas Sanders was the head of the facility, and he accepted only the best for his select team. Field agents were required to pass extensive physical and psychological training, while medics needed to have the best medical training possible. Researchers specializing in the supernatural were valued as well, collecting information for those going into the field. While all members of the TSS were valued greatly, there were a few at the organization that Thomas secretly favoured.

Roman Prince, field agent. The man was known for his bravery and skill in combat. Always the first to jump into a battle, and the first to protect those he cared about. He joined the agency when his brother, Remus, went missing. Remus had apparently been interested in supernatural beings, so Roman joined both out of memory for his brother, and the slim chance that Remus was out there somewhere.

His partner, Logan Croft, field agent and part-time researcher. While his counterpart was known for his physical skills, Logan was known for his intelligence. The two contrasted each other nicely, though their partnership was rocky at first. Logan was considered one of the best, both at fieldwork and research. He had contributed to many projects and assignments and was highly respected at the agency.

Patton Hart, medic. The oldest of a large family, he had always been a caretaker. This carried into his career, where he topped his class in medical school, before being recruited to the TSS. He treats his coworkers like his children, telling dad jokes and giving out cookies.

The three of them were incredibly close, and it showed in their work. At the tops of their fields, they were able to help with whatever case was thrown their way.

All that was tested. One case. One mistake. And it nearly ripped them apart forever.

-

Logan sat at his desk, typing frantically on a computer. Roman had been pulled to assist another team's mission, leaving Logan to do the filing for their current case on his own. It hadn't been anything difficult, just assisting some mer-creatures after a storm. Patton had been able to come with the pair, which was always a treat, and the three worked quite well together, giving the creatures the care they needed. But, work like that required lots of paperwork to be done, and being from the medical faction of the agency, Patton had different paperwork to fill out, so Logan couldn't ask him for help either.

Logan glanced up from his computer to look around the office space, hoping Roman had returned. While he couldn't see his partner, he could see other teams filling out papers, filling up coffee mugs, and chatting about their weekends. Logan had been working at TSS for years, but he was always too much of an introvert to really get to know the other agents. Roman and Patton on the other hand, were social butterflies who loved making new friends, and coworkers were no exception.

While scanning the office, however, Logan did find a familiar face. Patton met his eye, before grinning happily. Logan could see the medic begin to maneuver his way through the agency members and towards where Logan was. Logan smiled back slightly at the other man once he reached his desk. Patton's energy was infectious, everyone was slightly more perky around him.

"Hey, Lo!" He exclaimed.

"Salutations, Patton. How have your reports been going?"

The man smiled brighter if that was even possible.

"Just finished, actually! It took forever, but at least they're done. What about you, kiddo?"

Logan grimaced slightly at the nickname but continued speaking.

"Still working on them, I'm afraid. It's taking much longer without Roman here."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you two are incredibly productive together." Patton winked suggestively.

"Who is teaching you these things?" Logan could feel himself groan.

Before the dad figure could respond, a secretary from one of the department heads interrupted.

"Very sorry to interrupt, Mr. Hart, but Mrs. Roth wants to see you in her office immediately.

Patton tried (not well) to hide a nervous gulp, before turning to Logan and giving a quick goodbye, before following after the secretary.

Logan frowned slightly as he watched his friend's retreating figure, before turning back to his computer. Whatever the department head wanted, Patton would tell him when he came back. But, these forms weren't going to finish themselves.

After completing the work required of him, Logan glanced up from his desk and saw Patton leaving the department head's office. He couldn't be sure, but Logan thought he saw tear tracks running down the medics' face, and he felt concern run through him, worried about his friend. What possibly could have happened to make Patton so upset? While the medic was much more emotionally inclined than Logan, he generally kept a professional air around him while at work, it was uncommon to see him express his emotions like this in a work setting. Something really bad must have happened, and Logan could feel dread pooling in his gut like a serpent.

As he got out of his seat to go check on his friend, Logan heard a commotion at the agency's entrance. He, as well as most of The Sanders Society’s staff, turned towards the front doors. He could see a small crowd of people maneuvering a single person to a chair, someone calling for a medic. Logan saw Patton rush past him, a few other medics joining him. Logan moved closer, curiosity pushing him to see what was wrong. He tried his best to stay out of their ways, but the moment he saw who was sitting in the chair with medics attending to them, that goal went straight out of his mind.

"Roman!"

His partner looked up at the shout, smiling slightly when he met Logan's panicked eyes.

"Hey, Specs."

The injured man spoke quietly, so much so that Logan had to move closer to even hear him. Up close, Logan could see the cloud of pain in Roman's eyes, that he was trying to hide away for the sake of his own pride.

"What happened?"

Roman grinned slightly, this time feeling more genuine.

"Mission didn't go quite as planned. When we were running from the banshee I tripped on a tree root. Team medic said it's some sort of fracture." Roman explained, wincing slightly in discomfort as a medic examined his leg.

Logan cringed at the injury. "I'm sorry, Roman, that sounds like it hurts. You've been given pain medication, correct?"

At Roman's nod, Logan looked and felt relieved. Roman would be okay. "Good. Go with medical, I will see you once you have a cast and any other necessities. Got it?"

Roman nodded, his face breaking into a large smile.

"You got it, calculator watch."

-

They ran along a darkened hallway, being dragged faster than they were able to keep up. They tripped over their feet, still weak from the experiments. They could feel their collar being jerked up, keeping them from dragging everyone else to the group with them. They arrived at their destination, getting a small moment of reprieve while the door was unlocked.

They were shoved back into the darkness of their cell, the barred door clanging shut. Their body ached down to their bones, with deep exhaustion that wouldn't go away with just a short nap. They collapsed to the ground, strength leaving them, before hearing a quiet voice from the cell next door.

"How bad was it this time?"

They mustered enough strength in their body to manage a short response.

"Bad. I can't- I can't-"

Another voice replied to their hushed conversation.

"Hey, breathe. It's not ideal, but we'll survive. We have to."

They nodded, knowing the other two couldn't see them. They slowly clamoured off the floor, a new strength rising up. The strength that came from the need to survive, the strength needed to endure truly horrible situations.

They knew they needed to escape. This place would kill them sooner or later, and they couldn't do that to the others, to the cellmates they called friends, to the family they hoped was still searching for them.

They wanted to do more than survive this place, they wanted to live away from it.

And with that thought, Virgil smiled.

#Surface Changes #thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts big bang #fanfic #fanfiction #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders