#the i hate potter club is real actually

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: Wait, so you were in an I Hate Potter club?

Pansy: Yes, Draco and I were

Harry: Who else was in this club?

Pansy: A few Slytherins

Draco: Actually, there was also that exchange student from Beauxbatons, but I don’t think he knew what it was

Harry: Are you serious?

Draco: Look, Harry, I’m sorry, okay? I…I was a stupid kid, okay? The only reason I joined…

Pansy: Founded!

Draco: Founded! Founded the club was because I was insanely in love with you. Obviously I didn’t handle it very well. But if you think about it the I Hate Potter Club was really the I Love Potter Club!

Pansy: And it actually was. He even wrote poems about you

Harry: …

#drarry #the i hate potter club is real actually #incorrect drarry quotes #do not repost #daddiesdrarry on instagram #harry potter #draco malfoy #incorrect harry potter quotes #drarry squad #drarry gang #incorrect hp #harry x draco #drarry textpost #drarry imagines #drarry ship #pansy parkinson #hp imagine #hp text post #hp ships #hpdm #hp #incorrect hp quotes #source: friends #draco x harry #harry potter x draco malfoy

[criesinliess]

━JANUARY 2023; susan's recs

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

spellbound @holden-caulfield

nobody puts baby in the corner @crappymixtape

let me know that it's real @sanguineterrain

i'll put us back together at heart @↑

sweeter than this @↑

jealousy, jealousy @eufezco

OUTER BANKS

━━JJ MAYBANK

do i wanna know? @lnnlove

dodgeball @mydogisveryadorbs

you got my devotion, but man i can hate you somtimes @pogueszn

members of the heartbreak club @↑

couldn't be more in love @↑

straight simpin @annab-recs

not so sneaky @birdiefw

━━RAFE CAMERON

so gorgeous it actually hurts @folkloreslovechild

i know i am @bookofbonbon

HARRY POTTER

━━LORENZO BERKSHIRE

butting heads @s1ater

━━FRED WEASLEY

a nice, clean game @allthatyoulove

butterflies and flowers; potions and fireworks @↑

the perfect spot @↑

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

a habit not to make @s1ater

━━DRACO MALFOY

my boyfriend doesn’t love me @s1ater

every little thing @allthatyoulove

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

the bludger @allthatyoulove

MARAUDER'S ERA

━━REMUS LUPIN

sirius the matchmaker @fishley

MARVEL

━━BUCKY BARNES

scared of loosing you @moonvis

uncle Bucky @↑

flight risk @notebookqueenofnarnia

━━STEVE ROGERS

we make a great team; part2; part3 @moonvis

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

less talk part 4; part5 @tongue-like-a-razor

#susan's recs #fics recs #steve harrington x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #draco malfoy x reader #remus lupin x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

[thebestpartofwakingup]

Clone high season 2 episode concepts that would've actually been fun/cool

Abe tries to get into "real magic" to impress Joan by hanging out with Aleister Crowley and Arthur Conan Doyle. Jokes about people being too into Harry Potter being lame, jokes about paranormal teen shows a la Sabrina, etc.

Ronald Reagan and Nixon gets JFK into presidential themed crypto

Mean Girls episode parody about the Salem Witch trials or Bloody Queen Mary. They write themselves.

Episode where the main cast keep finding dead bodies, basically tripping over them, parody of teen murder mysteries, twist ending that the bodies are all failed/early clones (like the clone equivalent of a stillbirth. there was no murder)

Yellow Jackets Parody episode. the bus is out of gas or something and they're stuck in a large parking lot but act like they're in the woods.

Traveling championship episode. Debate team has to compete against high school where all the students are robots programmed to behave like the greatest scientists/leaders of all time

Trans episode parody. Abe realizes he isn't aligned with the modern republican party anymore and is therefore a Democrat, treated as a self-aware bad analogy maybe to the point of other characters finding it tasteless/annoying/Abe looking for attention

Cyberbullying episode parody, bonus points if it's gossip girl

Secret cousin/twin parody episode --- obvious starting point would be like. Anastasia because of how many people famously claimed to be her.

Supernatural teen romance parody episode. Abe tries to become a vampire with like Edgar Allen Poe or someone to impress Joan.

"Save the community center" episode --- This could be a great Harriet focused episode about like a bake sale or something to fund the arts but everyone is over exaggerating the stakes and the drama of being/not being a good baker. "My grandmother used to bake these cookies for me.....until she DIED" "My mother baked these cookies for me everyday I was in the hospital after falling out of that helicopter and they gave me the strength to survive" "I can't bake....my mom was always too busy with her business to teach me....." etc.

Big Mouth/Sex Ed parody episode. I think it would be really funny if THIS had been their technology episode, like getting a computer virus is treated like getting a STD and the cast talk about browsing the internet like it's casual sex, etc.

parody of those tasteless episodes about how like bullying leads to school shootings. Have like Abe or Joan or someone try to reach out to Napoleon or someone because they eat alone at lunch and because they think it's silly and mean everyone is afraid of them but then they are just like a violent maniac already. the solution is to get rid of him.

this might sound dumb but remember that one episode of jimmy neutron where jimmy was banned from the science fair for being too smart and killing the morale of any other student interested in participating? What if Clone High did that but as like a parody of anti-trans sports legislation. All the cloned scientists are banned from the science fair because it's an unfair advantage. All the Politian clones are banned from debate club, etc.

Social media/parasocial relationships parody episode where like JFK and Abe become obsessed with one another's online accounts not knowing it's them, despite Joan repeatedly telling them this, it becomes completely unhealthy but then whenever they do hang out together face-to-face they hate it and decide the parasocial relationship was better actually.

PRANK YOUTUBE/TIKTOK PARODY EPISODE ABOUT DB COOPER AND HOUDINI COME ON COME ON COME ON THIS ONE IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS

#clone high #clone high season 2 #ch

[circutive]

random tpc headcanons

-spheer has a treenut allergy. idk, they just look like they would lol -ajaceare has a love-hate relationship with the harry potter franchise. like you bet your ass she'd know every single fact about it. -pentellow is pansexual. pantellow. -circubit cut his hair in his corrupted form. -iris is convinced via pentellow's cooking that al dente pasta is undercooked -pyrare would own a van if he had any type of vehicle -cubic would blast eminem in their headspace. just to piss cube off. -once circubit unmasks (if he even does mask at all) he becomes the most autistic motherfucker you'll ever meet. like once you accidentally bring up his spinterest there's no going back -circubit has chromesthesia (i once brought this up to brittany - the tpc creator brittany, not my headmate brittany - she probably saw it as a request so it might not end up as canon. oh well) -pentellow would abso-fucking-lutely be voiced by athena karkanis. ok maybe its because her nickname is a baking item, or because of her general personality, but yeah. (ok maybe she reminds me of sheree, so what) -ajaceare owns a bunch of potted plants. not just any potted plants, though. the specific gay ones. like the ones that lesbian witch cat-owners have. so in other words ajaceare is the epitome of lesbian. -dub has never tried tiger tiger ice cream (the orange and licorice one) and refuses to try it solely because "what kind of ice cream is orange" -cyanide has probably spent at least $150 from dub's bank account on claire's stuff. and 85% of it is pusheen merch. -iris grew up with watching salad fingers and jacksepticeye. -purpex is an esfp. -cintagon is autistic. idk they just dont seem allistic to me -pentellow's favourite total drama island character would be lindsay. -circubit's favourite total drama island character is chris mclean; he probably said "alright campers, todays challenge is..." every 3 seconds in his tdi phase. -cyanide enjoys murder drones -dub has tried to use corruption to make his hair fluffier -cube and cubic are literally just yin-yang from inanimate insanity. (aight brittany, where's the episode where the two find a vending machine and cubic wants dr fizz but cube wants water-) -circubit listens to lostwave -pyrare once caught barracuda and dub trying to make meth in his kitchen (it failed miserably, if pyrare wasnt there the house would've burned down) -circusic hates eminem; circubit knows all the lyrics to the real slim shady, without me, stan, lose yourself, and a shit ton of other classics. -if the tpc universe had plurality as a known concept, "corruption-genic" would be one of the most researched pages on their pluralpedia. -dub dies a little inside every time someone makes a mitosis joke about his eyes -you could easily lose ajaceare in a hot topic. like next thing you know she's on the top rack of the goth dress-shirts looking down like a fucking bat -circubit has spent an hour in spencer's just browsing, wondering "would i actually look good in this or do i think it just looks good on its own". he has also been to the back just for shits n' giggles. -ajaceare would only go to spencer's for the lava lamps and mystic stuff -iris' favourite lego ninjago character is kai -cube has never seen inanimate insanity, for some fucking reason -cyanide can play river flows in you on piano -cyanide's singing range is mezzo-soprano to soprano; her voice would be similar to vocaloid sonika -pyrare's favourite vocaloids are kaito and yowane haku -cubic recommended that cube should listen to otone peke, saying they were "the best vocaloid fr fr" -pentellow watches ouran highschool host club

#tpc ajaceare #jsab tpc #tpc iris #tpc pentellow #tpc circubit #tpc #brittcorruption #the pink corruption #pink corruption #jsab #circubit tpc #tpc cyanide #tpc dub #tpc pyrare #tpc spheer #tpc purpex #tpc cintagon #tpc cube #tpc cubic #jsab au #jsab headcanon #tpc headcanons #headcanon

[sakiyaki-sashimi]

Get to know you questions!! Tag whoever you like :D

Writing my answers in orange!

1) top 5 or top 10 favorite animals (depending on how many animals you like)

Hermit Crabs, Pigeons, Otters, Anglerfish, Shrimp, Cats, Manned Wolves, Salamander, Sheep, Axolotls :D

2) top 3 Minecraft mobs

Mooshroom, chicken, and parrot!!!

3) favorite vocaloid song or My Singing Monsters island theme and why! (If you don’t like/know Vocaloid/MSM, just name a song or genre you like and why :D)

Fav Vocaloid song is Brain Explosion girl recently, and fav MSM theme HAS to be cold island. Or maybe earth???? Hm

4) favorite and least favorite textures, no why needed :333

Fav is squishy soft things, least favorite is ice in a freezer

5) not your favorite color, but your favorite color palette (bonus points if you have a pic of the specific palette or a photo/artwork of the pallet you like!!)

Purple, Green, Orange, Pink, and Black! Total Halloween vibes!!

6) fav book you had to read for school (fiction or non fiction work lol, and if you don’t like/have any then just name a book or fanfic you like!)

Of Mice and Men was surprisingly amazing! Thought I’d hate it tbh

7) how do you think of the months of the year in your head? Left to right, top to bottom, in specific numbered rows and columns? Tell me :D

I think of it like this:

January, February, March, April

May, June, July, August

September, October, November, December

8) assigned harry potter/ilvermorny house or Percy Jackson cabin or Warrior cats clan something like that lol (if you don’t have anything like that, star sign works too!)

I’ll do em all lol: Slytherin/Hufflepuff, Pukwudgie, Dionysus’s, RiverClan, I’m an Aries sun/gemini rising/pisces moon :D

9) MBTI???? Love those things :33 (If you haven’t taken the test yet or u just don’t wanna cuz it’s too long, are you a solider poet or king?)

I’m an ENFP-T! I thought I’d get king but I got poet lol

10) something “cringe” you actually rly like, no shame here :D

Gacha Life/Club, the styles just so cutesy! Ohhh also K-Pop, I’m a TOTAL stay :33 and DSMP, it’s just rly cool to me

11) characters from shows/movies/games you kin/stan/just adore!! NOT ACCEPTING IRL PPL PLZ AND THANK U :D (unless it’s urself, we like self love in these parts)

For me I currently kin Dazai, Edward Elric, c!TommyInnit, and I completely STAN any Project Sekai character. I mean any of them.

12) 5 people you’d wanna be at a party with and why! (Can be alive or dead, real or fake, celebrities or randos, humans or otherwise :D)

My grandpa to see him again, Roy mustang to see if he’s a bastard irl, Hachi/Kenshi Yonezu just to see how he’s doing, Kanye West to just ask him why, and BeastChild (the YouTuber) just cause I really like his stuff and would wanna meet him!

13) favorite hobby/fandom specific term and its meaning :333

I’m a writer (well, aspiring anyway, I’m not rly that good) and I love the idea of the sexy lamp. Basically if you’re writing a female character that could be replaced with a sexy lampshade and nothing about the story changes then you’re writing a BAD FEMALE CHARACTER XD

Cause it’s spooky season il leave it at 13 ;)

Happy answering!!!

No pressure tags :3 @touratoura @theancientwonder @kneecoal-mooma @citrushomie @skytheamazing @mitski-slope @a-trench-coat-of-confused-worms @dicklesswonder-blog @vicaridoo

#tumblr chain #hopefully lol #animals #Minecraft #Minecraft mobs #vocaloid #my singing monsters #textures #colors #color palette #books #fiction books #nonfiction books #school books #fanfiction #months of the year #harry potter #ilvermorny #percy jackson #warrior cats #mbti personality types #myers briggs #star signs #soldier poet king #cringe culture is dead #kin stuff #hobbies #fandoms #happy spooky season #:D

[hp-bodiceripper]

WEEK 2 MASTERLIST

Second and final week of this year's fest is done! Here is our week 1 masterlist if you still need to catch up.

It brought us photoshoots and murder mysteries, Hogwarts professors after hours, stableboys in summer courts, and friends who are there for you in the toughest of times.

Dig in and catch up with all the lovely creations before our guessing game starts this Sunday!

An anon masterlist of all the works will be posted on Sunday too, with reveals happening on August 20th.

🎨 Art

Joy Exposed

(Fleur Delacour/Ginny Weasley, G, Digital art)

Ginny and Fleur give an interview for Daily Prophet’s new Weekend Magazine and spend hours doing an accompanying photoshoot. When it comes to approving the selection of photos for print, they unanimously choose the candid one taken on their break, rather than all the styled and posed images.

nocturn says about this: THIS IS GORGEOUS!! I adore their expressions, the sneakers, that awesome headline, and all of the fun colors! citrusses says about this: Oh my god this is BEAUTIFUL!

Monday Murder Club

(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Lavender Brown/Padma Patil, T, Digital art) The members of a crime-solving club find love and friendship amidst the blood.

nv-md says about this: Such a cool idea, and I adore the couples you’ve chosen and their poses together. Slowly_learning says about this: Extra mention for the comic style in the second chapter, super super cute!!

The Professor's Passion

(Narcissa Black Malfoy/Hermione Granger, G, Digital art) Hermione is a professor and Gryffindor head of house. She loves her job... until Narcissa Malfoy is hired on the school's faculty, and is now head of Slytherin. God, that woman is insufferable. Hermione despises her so much she can hardly think about anything else. (She must hate her... that's why she always feels so hot and bothered when she's around, right? And does she have to be so damn beautiful?)

wolfpants says about this: You've really captured the spirit of the fest with this - so passionate and heated! Summer says about this: The colors of their dresses are so vibrant and I love the atmosphere you created!

🎵 Podfic

Masks Off

(Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Teen, 3h 15 min)

Draco had followed his parents to this Caribbean island as a matter of course, even though no one had told him what they were doing here or why his father’s ships were frequently attacked by masked pirates. And, honestly, Draco’d had no intention of actually finding out either.

Sylvie says about this: That was a lot of fun. I love your voice! zippysuffix says about this: This was so good! I love how you brought the story to life.

🖋 Fic

Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage

(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, E, 21k) Lord Draco Malfoy may be a young man spending time in Dumbledore’s summer court, but that does not mean he needs to succumb to its licentious frivolity. He carries the burden of his lineage, the shadow of rumours, and the dignity of his betrothal to a good match. He is certainly not fool enough to be distracted by the dark curls and ready grin of the court’s stableboy, who seems to have taken up with every courtier who looks his way.

RaenyDay says about this: I am thoroughly enjoying this fic! The banter between Draco, Blaise, and Pansy cracked me up. milkandhoney says about this: The worldbuilding was top tier 👌

Love Me Meow

(Arabella Fig/Minerva McGonagall, E, 2.5k) After the students leave for the summer, Headmaster McGonagall and the new Muggle Studies professor have a chance and sensuous encounter at the beach.

acari says about this: Arabella is such a saucy minx. That was very fun. Anon says about this: Love the summer vibes!

The Real Thing

(Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, M, 5k) Harry only means to cheer Draco up after a terrible breakup. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

Bubblegumhead says about this: This story made me feel so very warm, content and over flowing with such emotions. Basicallyahedgehog says about this: So soft and sweet and gorgeous.

#hpbodiceripper2023 #drarry #arabella fig/minerva mcgonagall #narcissa malfoy/hermione granger #lavender brown/padma patil #fleur delacour/ginny weasley #hp femslash #hp wlw #hp rare pair #arabella x minerva #cissamione #fleur x ginny #parvender #masterlist #mod post

[charlieswanismydad]

about me !!!

links

drawn by the amazing @ghosttoastx !!! if you read this ily you’re never getting rid of me now

Hi!!! I’m Alice.

I do stuff. It’s pretty cool.

Enfp, hufflepuff, Capricorn Sun, Libra moon, Pisces rising, he/she, and more!! I’m also a non-partnering aromantic and gray asexual!

I stalk blogs I like, don’t be alarmed if I like a bunch of posts at once!! In fact, be happy!! I love you!!!!!

If you want to talk to me please do!!! I want more friends. Just keep in mind I am a 15 year old minor!

You have been warned!

DNI:

racists, homophobes, sexists, etc. general dni criteria ig

people who just hate for no reason!! (anti-furry, just hating on certain fandoms, etc. ticks me off!)

proshippers

frans/fontcest

exclusionists

radqueers

radfems

pro paras. go to therapy

nsfw (also sorta related to above, pro cnc/ageplay. go to therapy)

WIPS:

Wilting Flowers - My actual baby. My pride and joy. It’s imperfect but that’s okay.

The actual grim reaper falls in love with a mortal. I can’t do it justice, you’re just gonna have to trust me.

don’t break my heart - Shameless Sans fanfic. All of the self indulgence ever, but it brings me joy :) semi discontinued, might come back!

I love it man. It makes me so happy. Basically yn is an awkward dumbass and so is Sans and they fall in love and stuff :)

Fandoms:

My main fandoms are Twilight and Undertale (obv), but I’m in a bunch more!! :D

The Arc of a Scythe by Neil Shusterman

Harry Potter by Daniel Radcliffe (JK…)

Steven Universe by Rebecca Sugar

Doki Doki Literature Club by Dan Salvato

Omori by Omocat

Arcane by Riot Games

The Walten Files by Martin Walls

The Amazing Digital Circus by Glitch Studios

The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber (the book’s by Gaston Leroux but i haven’t read it lol)

Deltarune by Toby Fox (is that an anagram???)

Meet the Robinsons by Disney

And more that aren’t off the top of my head!! Just ask bros :)

I’m kinda obsessed with UTMV, soooo….

Fav AU - Insomnia (link to chapter 1)

Fav Sans - Dust by Ask-Dusttale and Geno by LoverofPiggies

Music:

Ranked by popularity, with my fave songs from each! Just like the fandoms, it's all over the place.

Taylor Swift - Haunted

Hozier - In The Woods Somewhere

Muse - Soldier's Poen

Mitski - Last Words of a Shooting Star

Will Wood - Suburbia Overture/Vampire Culture/Whatever the hell the name is idek anymore

Dazey and the Scouts - Maggot

The Oozes - I Still Adore You

Lemon Demon - Action Movie Hero Boy

Tally Hall/Miracle Musical - Misery Fell

Teddy Hyde - Terry’s Taxidermy

Destroy Boys - Crybaby

The Crane Wives - Little Soldiers

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Writing Requests:

HEY SO HERES A FUN FACT: I WANT YOU TO ASK ME TO WRITE THINGS FOR YOU!! LIKE I LOVE THAT!!! I WILL WRITE YOU LITTLE ONESHOTS IF ITS A FANDOM IM IN!!! OR I CAN WRITE ABOUT MY CHARACTERS IF YOU’RE INTO THAT!!! JUST PLEASR PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME AAAAAAA

Things You Might Want to Be Aware Of:

i tend to isolate myself when i’m having a Big Sad™️ moment. please do not be mad if i act cold!!!

i’m a very empathic person and i get really upset around negativity. please do not send me or mention me in anything political or controversial.

i get in my head about disturbing/sexual things. once again, don’t show me this stuff. don’t ask me to write about it, either!!

i am uncomfortable around religious discussions. i get enough of them irl!!! please keep them away from me :')

i’ve got adhd and possible ocd so yeah and also my auditory processing sucksssss so if we ever interact on call or *gasp* irl then i’ll say “what?” every five seconds

books. @bunny-on-a-bookshelf for books.

i’m just a silly little girl who is also a boy. we have fun here

Tags:

(new so they haven’t been used much)

#mootie patooties - mutuals

#irl alice - real life shtuff

#reblogs - self explanatory

#alice writes sometimes - my writing!!!!

#skeleposting - undertale/utmv

#is that an anagram??? - deltarune

#sparkly - twilight

#im aspec BUT - simping, fangirling, i do a lot of it

#liveblogging homestuck - reading homestuck and making vague comments about it.

#ALL HAIL - welcome to nightvale stuff!!!

#rock n robinson - meet the robinsons

#musical automatons - steam powered giraffe!!!! the best band ever btwwwew

Moots:

I literally love you guys 😭😭

@donotreleasemeintothewild

@livforlive

@last-herondale

@hiro-doodlez

@sneakyfox55

@junessillywachingcorner

@popiollie

@toka-san

@wishtale-blogs

@italic-does-random-shit

@ghostboisonly

@just-let-me-call-myself-arson

@pizzatowne

@ghosttoastx

@thenocturnenarrator

@lelitachay

@paraska00

@tundra116

@blurboppz

@flesh-archivist

@matzahstein

@paranoid-radio

@martinibass

@drrobotnic

@sandwich2451

@blaster-fagot

#about me #this user #moots #mutuals #friends #userboxes #minor #looking for friends #looking for mutuals #mootie patooties #skeleposting #sparkly #reblogs #irl alice #alice writes sometimes #is that an anagram??? #im aspec BUT #liveblogging homestuck #rock n robinson #ALL HAIL #twilight #undertale #meet the robinsons #homestuck #aromantic #steam powered giraffe #deltarune #musical automatons #i am a farmer 🫡

[tammyisobsessedwith]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @mrsbsmooth 🥰

How many works do you have on AO3?

24. I also have another 40 fics posted on my old ff.net account that I always mean to cross-post and forget 😅

What’s your total AO3 word account?

366,872. I have another 321,055 words in ff.net. I had no idea it was that much!

What fandoms do you write for?

In AO3, I have works for the MCU (Captain America, The Avengers), plus What If…? And Agents of SHIELD, Love Island the Game, Too Hot To Handle: Love is a Game and Heaven’s Secret (Romance Club).

In ff.net I still have fics for Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, Chicago PD, Chicago Med, Chicago Fire, Grey’s Anatomy, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Mentalist.

Top five fics by kudos

To Build a Home (MCU)

Avengers Initiative: Reset (MCU/Agents of SHIELD/What if…?)

Drawing Hope on the Skyline (MCU)

A Real Relationship (LITG)

Lights Will Guide You Home (MCU)

Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I’m admittedly very bad at engaging back, I used to be way better at it when I was publishing things regularly. I still love and appreciate all the comments and kudos so much!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess that would be Stuck, but then it’s got a sequel where it’s not such a sad ending after all.

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

My oneshots are usually happy endings. I have so many unfinished WIPs, it’s a whole other thing. I guess To Build a Home is the only “long” project I ever finished and it’s my idea of a happy ending for the pairing.

Do you get hate on fics?

No. I think I only ever got one rude comment in all my fics, I can’t even remember what it was now, but I just deleted it and went on a tirade in my author’s note in the next chapter, I was really upset 😭

Do you write smut?

I started writing it in recent years. I’m not the best at it, but I find it very fun 🤭

Craziest crossover:

The only crossover I have is Avengers Initiative: Reset and it kind of makes sense since it’s all within the MCU and adjacent universe.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think one of my old fics in ff.net got translated into another language at some point, but I can’t really remember which one now. Oh and I used to translate my old fics into Portuguese too.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have, Love Island, Actually with my girls @i-boop-you, @crimswnred and @ellegreenwxy ❤️

All time favorite ship?

Considering the amount of words I wrote/read for them, it’s got to be Steve/Natasha (CapWidow, Romanogers) from the MCU. But I’m such a shipper, I have so many pairings I love.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sadly, all of them. I’m very bad at finishing projects and once I lose my inspiration to work on something it’s practically impossible I’ll get back into it at a later time.

What are your writing strengths?

I hate this question because I’m very bad at knowing myself as a writer. I’ve heard I’m good at dialogue tags, like I know how to convey the right reactions/emotions with a few words without getting too much into inner monologue. Which makes sense because usually I start writing something with the dialogue, the back and forth and then I’ll work on the scene around it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I also hate this question because I know there’s so much I need to work on, but it’s hard for me to list them all down at the same time. I mentioned I’m terrible at finishing long projects so that’s one. I know my characters when I’m writing them but at the same time it’s hard for me to translate that into my writing. I have a really hard time creating original characters, my MCs are just facets of myself in general, so it’s hard for me to really get into their characterization.

Thoughts on dialogues in another language?

I’m totally fine with it, I think I’ve done it in a couple of fics. As long as there’s the translation somewhere (author’s notes, in brackets or narration) I don’t mind.

First fandom you wrote in?

Sailor Moon, back when I was 14 years old and used an actual notebook.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ahhh there’s so many of them! I’m really proud of the ones I wrote for the MCU, they were a lot of fun. I have a Sailor Moon long fic I spent years writing, I still think of going back and finishing it. Recently I’ve been obsessed with Heaven’s Secret though so if I have to pick one it’s probably Prayers on his Lips. It was just so much fun getting back into writing after I went through a very long pause in all my projects.

#tag game #tammy gets tagged

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin story

Chapter 8: Harry Potter and the Advanced Guard

Woo hoo! I’m back with a new chapter. This story is gaining momentum at a glacial speed on this app. If you like the story, please comment and reblog! It really helps with my motivation to keep posting. Is anyone out there?

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word count: 5.7K

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"Thinking of you is a poison I drink often" -Atticus

"Goddamn I hate these, erm, muggles. How much longer?", Brigitte asks Tonks. They've been watching Harry's Aunt and Uncle's house for the last six hours. It's humid outside, and their backs are painfully stiff from the stationary position under a neighbor's hedge.

"Hmm, Podmore should be here any minute". Tonks says, trying to stifle a yawn. They watch as Harry crawls into a hydrangea bush to stay out of sight. 

"It's sad, watching this boy sulk around his neighborhood. I don't understand why he can't be at Grimmauld. He'd be even safer and I could make a dent in Sirius' case", Brigitte laments.

"It's one of those times where we have to blindly accept Dumbledore's orders. He says it's safest for Harry, so here he stays for two more weeks", Tonks sighs.

"How is Sirius' case coming along? Sorry I can't get the paperwork for ya".

"Kingsley told me last night after the meeting that his case is magically sealed. Probably because it'll show how poorly the Ministry handled it. Capturing Peter and getting personal testimonies from everyone who saw him transform from a rat is what's going to be Sirius' saving grace. How the hell is that going to happen?", Brigitte worries.

"He can't hide forever", Tonks says optimistically. "We just gotta be patient. You're working on the werewolf stuff in the meantime?".

"I'm starting to make some notes so I can refer to work I've done in France. It's repulsive, Dora, the Ministry's language talking about people with Lycanthropy. I cannot imagine how they will react when I go in to defend them". Brigitte doodles in a miniature sketchbook she had hidden in her pocket.  

"Who cares what they say? They're wrong! What you're doing is badass! I bet Remus is eternally grateful to the beautiful young woman helping him like no one else has".Tonks dramatically bats her lashes.

"Have you been in the sun too long?".

"Don't deny it. He stares at you when he thinks no one is looking".

"Oh stop, Dora, he does not!", Brigitte says trying to hide her blushing cheeks.

Tonks wiggles her eyebrow and smirks, "It's quite adorable, actually. Sirius told me Remus is painfully shy, but he's warmed up real quick to you".

"We're friends. He's easy to talk to", Brigitte insists. She definitely won't bring up their intimate moment dancing together and how he was openly staring at her then and not at all shy with his hands.

"Whatever you say", Tonks looks over at Brigitte, who's staring up at the sky as and daydreaming about those hazel eyes and 'deep pink scars I want to trace with my lips. Wait– what the hell are you thinking, woman?' ...

After taking a little window shopping and a long walk back to Headquarters, Brigitte finds Remus in the kitchen. Hermione has finally arrived, and she is telling him about her new club S.P.E.W, ignoring the protests from Ron.

"'Mione, stop! He doesn't want to hear this rubbish. What do you suggest? They free Kreacher so he can go and blab about what we're doing!?".

Remus glances up to Brigitte with a welcoming smile, and she pats his shoulder as she walks by. Their lingering touches have become more and more frequent.

They're all listening to Hermione's arguments in favor of House Elf rights, when suddenly Mndungus Fletcher frantically bolts into the room. He's sweaty and out of breath. His eyes are wide and bloodshot.

"Dung? What—"

"Dementors... attacked the boy...".

Sirius and Molly come in with arm loads of trash and arguing about Sirius' unruly hair, They've been getting under each other's skin the more time they spend in these close quarters;

" ... Can't it be shorter? It traps in that cigarette smell", Molly wrinkles her nose.

"Ugh, Molly I-- What's going on?", the raven- haired wizard asks when he sees the panic in everyone's eyes.

"Mundungus, what the hell are you talking about!?", Remus urges, approaching the dirty man with a frantic look in his eyes.

"Dementors ... Kingsley and Mad-Eye are there now".

"Wha-what?", Sirius roars and drops the rubbish in his hands.

"I... I had gone— for just a moment!", he slurs. Molly grips Sirius' sleeve so he doesn't charge the drunken man or try to leave the house.

"Sirius, you have to stay calm!", Brigitte puts her hand on his chest to still him,

"Dung, tell us what happened". He looks around hesitantly before divulging what Mrs. Figg told him.

" ... two of 'em. Attacked him and the cousin, parents took him to Muggle hospital. Harry's fine, he did a patronus on 'em". Molly gasps; Hermione and Ron look at one another horrified.

"Fine?! Merlin, Mundungus ... he better stay in that house", Sirius emphasizes. He, Hermione, and Ron each scribble notes to Harry before he leaves the Dursley's house and makes himself vulnerable to the dark, soul-hungry creatures.

"Dementors in Surrey?", Remus asks still in disbelief. Emmeline Vance rushes into the room, along with Sturgis Podmore.

"What happened?! Got word from Moody".

Broderick Bode and a few others trail in behind them. Brigitte quickly shares details of the attack. Some of them immediately turn back around to Apparate to the scene.

"We need to go get him!", Sirius howls.  

"As long as Harry stays in that house, he's safe". He looks at Brigitte out of the corner of his eye, where she stands with her hands on Hermoine's trembling shoulders.

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Harry stays put for three days. The Order checks the surrounding skies countless times and finds no trace of the dementors, and Moody forms a route for getting Harry to quickly and safely to Headquarters.

Though, not quickly enough for those waiting for his arrival. Brigitte is distracting herself and Molly in the kitchen. They've been told everything should go smoothly, but Bri can't help but worry about Remus— and Tonks and the others, of course. Hermione and Ginny have come downstairs, hoping to hear some news. Sadly, Arthur and Sirius are only talking about new Ministry restrictions with other Order members at the table.

"I don't know who's more excited about Harry's arrival: Sirius or Ginny?", Brigitte teases to keep the vibe light. Ginny scrunches her nose in denial.

"I hope Harry isn't too upset that we couldn't write more", Hermione nervously mutters.

"You can blame us", Brigitte assures her.

"Ginny, Hermione, I think you should head up", Molly says. "Harry will be here soon ... Please ask Gus to come down and join us".

The girls reluctantly shuffle out the room. Gus comes down from playing cards with Fred and George, and holds the door open for Snape. It becomes tense and quiet in the kitchen after that.

Minutes later there's a scuffle from the foyer. Molly rushes out to intercept Harry as the Advance Guard files in. Remus doesn't miss the chance at taking the empty seat next to Brigitte.

"Uneventful mission, I hope?", she asks.

He takes in a deep breath, her light florally scent invading his senses. "Aside from freezing our asses off— totally uneventful", he smiles down at her.

"And you're feeling alright?". The full moon was only two days ago and Remus insisted on helping with Harry's extraction tonight, regardless. He's not all scratched up and bloodied, but a keen eye can see the exhaustion in his features.

"I'm fine, Britt, honest. I had chocolate and the tea you made me. I'm good as new". Remus sits up straight and smiles with his chin up high.

"Okay, okay ... chocolate fiend", she teases and nudges his arm, making them both blush.

Kingsley clears his throat and the chatter fizzles out. He begins by taking Mundungus off all upcoming assignments. The lack of new information people have is discouraging. People are skeptical to speak, untrusting of those around them-- afraid their words will be used against them. Nothing out of the ordinary has occurred in the patrolled areas, and the general public is still weary about Voldemort's return.

"The Ministry is covering it up! And now the attacks? They control those things!", Sirius rants. "How do we know The Ministry isn't trying to take out Harry too?".

"Because Voldemort is still deliberating his best course of action when it comes to Minister Fudge", Snape dully explains. "I can confirm that the Dark Lord is after a prophecy, hidden in the Department of Mysteries".

"Ah, just as Dumbledore suspected", Kingsley scoffs mirthlessly.

“A prophecy about Harry?”, Brigitte asks.

“Correct”, Snape says, looking disgusted at having to respond.

"All the more reason for them to do something", Molly points out.

"The Ministry's official position is that the attack is all allegations", Tonks rolls her eyes. "Fitting into Dumbeldore's narrative".

"Harry will have to go to his hearing and explain what he saw. Then we may get to investigate. We have no other means to get to Azkaban and personally count the dementors". Kingsley sighs and rubs his tired eyes.

"Harry's not a liar", Sirius growls. "He shouldn't have to explain himself".

"We saw Cedric Diggory. Why wouldn't they believe him?", Brigitte asks.

"Politics", Tonks explains bluntly. "You didn't technically see how he died".

"It's easier to live in denial than fear. The last war wasn't long ago, too many people remember it. Fudge doesn't want public hysteria", Remus whispers to Brigitte. She is fortunate enough not to remember last time Voldemort was gaining power– she was about to start her first year of schooling far away in France.

"Who knows what this means going forward. Just keep your guards up. Everyone know their assignments?", Kingsley asks. There's a collective head nod. Brigitte's job is to be available when needed, not draw attention to herself, and do her legal work in her limited free time.

When the meeting comes to a close, the hoard of Order members leave for their new duties. Some will keep an eye on Diagon Alley, some are stuck at the Dursley's house, and the 'lucky ones' are stationed around the Ministry building with Alastair Moody.

Molly waves her wand, setting the table for dinner as the swarm of children return.  

"Harry!", Brigitte jumps from her seat and hugs the boy. "I'm so happy to see you! How are you?! I cannot believe what happened".

"Britt? Wh- what are you doing here!?".

"I never went back to France. Fleur is here too. Now, sit with Sirius, dinner will be ready soon!", she gently nudges him towards his godfather who's waiting with open arms.

"Mundungus, I've told you not to light that cigar in here! Especially at meal times!", Brigitte fumes and forces a gust of wind at him as she sits back down next to Remus, who's chuckling at her adorable, angry face.

"What's so funny?".

"Oh ... nothing", he coughs nervously. "Did you have a good day?".

Remus left early, so he missed the chaos that swarmed around Grimmauld Place. Brigitte animatedly tells him about distracting Molly most of the day, wiggling her fingers above the wooden tabletop to make fluffy dandelions sprout up. Talking to Remus and seeing him look so invested in what she's saying makes her feel like a silly schoolgirl, and it seems to make her magic giddy.

"Remus, you there?". Brigitte waves her hand, noticing his distant gaze. He can't help it. It's like his brain shuts off by her voice hypnotizing him. Remus clings onto Brigitte's melodious accent. He looks forward to her telling him about her day; she's quickly becoming the calming presence in his life— well, a calm that make him so nervous his heart violently thumps against his ribs. Honestly, the girl could explain the difference between goblin and leprechaun gold and he'd savor each word that spills from her lips.

"Huh? Yeah. Yes, of course I am-", he's cut off by Tonks shouting across the table.

"Need any help, Molly!?". She's sat in the corner, huddled up with Gus.

"No dear, really that's alright. Just getting the stew", she pleads to the clumsy girl.

"We got it!", Fred and George said in unison, pointing their wands.

"NO! JUST CARRY THEM!!". The stew, breadboard, and knife slam onto the table. Sirius and Harry jump away to avoid injury, and when they see no one's hurt the room erupts into laughter- everyone sans Molly who screams at her sons.

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When the last dessert fork is set down, Molly interrupts the scattered conversations and suggests the children go to bed. Sirius raises his hand in objection, pushing his chair back and turning his body to Harry.

"Y'know, I'm surprised. I thought you'd be asking more questions", Sirius says to his godson.

"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed—"

"And they're right. You're too young", Molly inserts intensely.

"Since when do you have to be in the Order to ask questions? Harry's been trapped with muggles for months. He's got the right to know". Sirius insists.

"It's too risky, Sirius".

"I'm not going to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly, but he's been through more than most in the Order!", Sirius argues.

"But he's still—"

"He's not a child! He can even do a bloody patronus!".

"I only have Harry's best intentions at heart! He's not an adult... he's not James, Sirius!", Molly argues.

Sirius glares at her, cheeks turning red. It's escalating too quickly, and everyone is exhausted from cleaning the giant townhouse-- and consuming too many fire whiskeys.  

Brigitte looks to Remus, his jaw is clenched and gaze set on Sirius. Harry glances nervously between the two arguing while the other kids stare at their plates. Tonks and Arthur's eyes are like saucers. Gus lights a cigarette, relatively unphased.

"You think I'm an irresponsible godfather?", Sirius asks coldly, his voice continually rising.

"You've been known to act rashly, Sirius!".

"He's not your son, Molly", Sirius growls at her. He grasps his chair, ready to pounce.

Molly purses her lips bitterly. "He's as good as. Who else has he got?".

"ME! He's got me!".

"Yes", Molly smirks, "but it's been rather difficult to do be there for him while locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?".

Sirius throws his chair back. Brigitte gasps, moreso at Molly's words than Sirius' reaction.

"Sirius sit down!", Remus hisses, "Personally, I think it's better that Harry get the facts- not all the facts, Molly-- but we might as well tell him before he hears it from somewhere else", he affirms. Brigitte gives him a reassuring nod.

"Molly... we were there when Harry came back with Cedric", Brigitte sighs heavily, "He deserves to know what's going on".

Molly throws up her hands in defeat and kicks the other children out of the room. Sirius gives Harry a vague update: how Voldemort is after a weapon (the prophecy) that could help him win and the Order is doing everything they can to keep him from gaining momentum.

"But what is the weapon?", Harry asks.

"Well--", Sirius begins to delve into the Department of Mysteries, but Molly has had enough.

"Alright, I think he's heard plenty! Harry, I'm sure Ron and Hermione would like to spend time with you". Molly puts on a fake smile and gently nudges Harry out the room. She gives Sirius one last nostril flare, before giving her attention to the dirty dishes and left over food.

Tonks stealthily ventures across the room, afraid any sudden movement might set off Molly. She leans down to Brigitte's ear and whispers, "Hey Love, do you have a dress I can borrow? Gus is taking me to dinner".

"Of course! Let's go, Hermione and Ginny are already in my room... I'll see you later, uhh, Lunaire", Brigitte addresses Remus as she stands up.

"What's Lunaire?", he asks innocently.

"It's the closest translation to 'Moony' in French". She giggles, skipping out of sight with Tonks, leaving Remus a love-struck mess. They join Hermione and Ginny in Brigitte's bedroom, quickly turning the space into a fabric wasteland, with clothes covering the floor like a lumpy carpet.

"Okay so you're edgy and punk", Brigitte rummages through her dresses flung about. Hermione and Ginny hold some up to their bodies and twirl around.

"Gus likes dark blue. I have the perfect one but where is it?!", Brigitte starts throwing the dresses behind her, making a huge pile. "Here!", she tosses the dress to Tonks. It's navy chiffon with a tulle skirt and sheer long sleeves– subtly elegant and sexy.

"It's beautiful! I don't know if I could pull this off", Tonks hesitates.

"All you need to think about is Gus pulling it off", Brigitte laughs.

"That's your brother!".

"Yeah, and you're my friend, so try it on!".

Tonks reluctantly gives them a fashion show, and the dress fits her like a glove.

"Yeah that's definitely the one!", Ginny smiles. Hermione eagerly nods her head, her fluffy hair bouncing erratically.

"I'm thrilled you're going out with Auguste, Tonks! Taking someone to romantic dinner? Very unlike him, going out anywhere in public".

"He's falling in love!", Ginny sings, picking up a long formal gown and admiring herself in the mirror.  

"Hardly... Speaking of dates, when do we get to dress you up?", Tonks wiggles her eyebrows and the two young girls pipe up in agreement (Yeah! Yeah! When??).

"That'd be a little difficult with no one to go with", Brigitte grumbles.

"What about Remus?", Hermione asks innocently.

"I don't know 'what about Remus'... we're friends".

Tonks rolls her eyes as she packs the dress in her bag. "Oh, puh-lease! I told you I see the way he looks at you".

"And when you talk at dinner he gets this goofy smile", Ginny adds teasingly.

"And he likes being close to you", Hermione adds. Brigitte's face is glowing red at this point.

"Look, he's sweet and we have nice talks ... It's just not good timing. H-he probably thinks I'm some wacky girl, too young for him", she says somberly. Tonks rubs her arm sympathetically,

"I've seen the way you look at him, too. Don't say things like that! He doesn't think you're just some anything! You're a gifted, smart, and unearthly stunning witch, Brigitte Moreau and he'd be an absolute git to not see that".

"Personally, I think you two make a nice looking couple", Ginny declares. Downstairs in the drawing room, Remus, Sirius, Harry, and Ron are tucked around the fireplace.

"I can't believe we're going to have another new DADA teacher. They've all been bloody nightmares–except you, Lupin", Ron clarifies. Remus smiles appreciatively.

Harry makes an slack face, thinking about what the upcoming year could behold. "If I'm even allowed back at school ...".

"That's nothing to worry about, Harry. Fudge may not listen but he's just one person. You'll be fine. Kids do underage magic more than you think. Just picture all the amazing food you get to have at school ... the birds ya haven't seen all summer?", Sirius grins wickedly.

"You're ridiculous", Remus huffs.

"No, I'm Sirius", his grin widens, "though ... I have a feeling the only birds these two are interested in are right here in this house".

Ron looks at Harry suspiciously, who quickly changes subject, "Well, uh ... Lupin, what's going on with you and Brigitte? She seems really nice, the few times I spoke to her during the last school year".

The tips of Remus' ears heat up. Fred and George perk up from their card game to hear the answer, George with a sad yet hopeful glint in his eye. Sirius sits up and looks amusedly at his old friend.

"I think we're all curious about that!".

"Brigitte and I are friends", Remus responds desperately- hoping it'd be the end of it. Sirius dramatically rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air. Harry smirks. "Sorry... I just thought maybe- you two were sitting close at dinner ...".

Sirius loves seeing him tease Remus like James would, making Moony squirm nervously.

"They're like that most meals", Ron whispers.

"Pfft. Anytime they're in a room together", Sirius scoffs. They laugh and go back to talking about Hogwarts and how awkward Remus used to be around girls.

He tries to push down the heat growing across his body. He didn't realize people noticed him always sitting next to her like some pathetic school boy. "Has SHE noticed?", Remus thinks; but what is he supposed to do? He can't help but gravitate to her. There's a strong pull, and the second he is near her a tranquil feeling envelopes him.

Remus battles himself internally. He tries to push away the sound of her laugh replaying in his mind and the image of her rosy lips. "Stop goddammit! She's young and ambitious, you'll ruin her... but she's so sweet. Her smile- no, quit it!", Molly comes into the room with a sour look.

"I think it's past time you two went to bed. Now". She's clearly in a sour mood from dinner. The younger boys say good night and head to their room. Brigitte and Tonks pass them at the doorway.

"I think it's time I head out too", Tonks announces. Auguste, who is sitting with Arthur on the opposite side of the room near the twins, stands up to escort her.

Brigitte hugs him, whispering a warning in his ear. "I'm so excited you two are going out and I know I'm your sister, but I like Tonks so don't you dare ruin it!".

"Yeah, yeah. Protective little bear ... I wouldn't dream of doing anything to mess this up".

Brigitte bids goodnight to the remaining party, pausing to give Remus a small wave– which Sirius catches, only helping his argument.

Once everyone else has gone to bed, Sirius and Remus sit in silence for a few minutes deep in thought. "Moony... I know you're going to shut this down, but it's pretty obvious that she likes you too ... fully aware of your furry problem. I don't think you should ignore that". Remus scoffs in response.

Sirius sighs and pats his friend's knee before standing up to retire for the evening,

"If James and Lily were here they'd tell you the same thing. I know you– you've never been like this with a woman. You already passed the hard part, she accepts who and what you are. Don't run away from happiness ...".

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The following weeks are the antithesis of uneventful. Justice proves it can prevail, and Harry is acquitted of the outrageous 'underage magic charges'. The remaining days before the new school year are spent dusting heavy drapes, removing doxies from underneath furniture, dodging hiding boggarts, and organizing scattered family heirlooms.

"THROW IT ALL OUT FOR ALL I CARE!", Sirius bellows after Brigitte asks him where they should store his family's antiques. Going through his parent's belongings isn't his idea of a pleasant afternoon.

"We'll take care of it. Go take these rubbish bags down, yeah?", Molly gently directs Sirius, trying to keep the peace for the end of Harry's summer. They have not brought up their fight that occurred the night Harry arrived and are pretending it never happened. Brigitte flashes Sirius a crude hand gesture, earning a snicker from the Weasley kids.

"Does that mean we can keep them?", Fred asks, eyeing a very gaudy locket, his pupils turning into gold coins.

"No! Who knows what dark magical traces are still on it? C'mon girls, you can pick out a dress to wear tonight". Brigitte gets up from her station on the rug with Ginny and Hermione ...

To celebrate the end of the summer and possibly lift Sirius' spirit, they're having a farewell party. Brigitte and Molly make a delicious feast; Fleur and Bill make an appearance at dessert so she can formally meet his siblings before they leave.

The room is filled with chatter. Fleur boasts about how accommodating Bill has been at the bank, and Sirius tells Harry stories about his parents; Brigitte is sitting at the end of the table with Remus– big shocker– telling him about some of the work she's done for werewolves in her home country.

"One of the first revisions I was apart of was Employment Rights, so now it's illegal to fire someone because they have the condition. So far it's worked out really well. The public disdain in Paris is slowly dwindling as they see that people with lycanthropy aren't a threat", Brigitte tells Remus with a shy smile.

"That's... that's amazing, Britt! I can't even imagine how proud your family is". Remus' eyes glitter with astonishment. She is perfect. He can't even find it in him to argue with her, even though he still considers himself a threat.

"I had to do it. It's one of the reasons my Papa has his own store, he couldn't find a job elsewhere when he was young. Now I need to do the same thing here. Oh Remus, there's so many messed up—".

"Alright– 'nough chit chat! Let's go dance!", Sirius hollers. Tonight, he is a happy drunk.

Everyone except Molly and Arthur follow Sirius to the drawing room. Brigitte puts on the 80's dance music. She takes ahold of Ginny and Hermoine's hands to pull them to the middle of the room. They dance around wildly with Bill and Fleur to Blondie.

♫ ♪ ♫  Call me (call me) on the line! Call me, call me any, anytime Call me!  ♫ ♪ ♫

"Move it! Move it, ladies!", Sirius says hip bumping them out of the way. He, Fred, and George invade the space, doing some weird twist move.

Remus sits on the velvet couch with Harry and Ron, and he use the opportunity to instill into Harry the importance of him staying under the Ministry's radar.

"There's going to be some changes to Hogwarts this year... you've already made it through one hearing. It won't happen again, so keep your head down", Remus warns gravely.

Brigitte shimmies over, singing along with the music. "Alright, alright. Let the boy enjoy his last night here! Come, Harry! Dance with us!", and she yanks him and Ron up away towards the center of the room.

Sirius looks at him with a beaming smile, "My boy!", he cheers and takes Harry's hands, jumping around in the center of the group. Harry lets out a boisterous laugh.

Brigitte makes her way back to Remus, "You didn't think I'd forget you?", she teases him.  

"One can only hope", he says sarcastically but rolls his eyes and takes her outreached hands.

In the middle of the tiny dance floor, Brigitte keeps her fingers curled around Remus' rough hand, hoping it will make him feel more comfortable to show off his skills. If only she knew how the contact was making his whole body numb.

Remus smiles wantonly at her and they gaze into each other's eyes, letting the loud music and Sirius' aggressive dancing fade into the background. Remus spins Brigitte around a few times, eliciting the laugh that makes his knees weak. The chemistry is so obvious to everyone in the room but them.

"I learned English with this music. Papa and I would dance and sing for hours. Michael Jackson was best for dancing, but Pink Floyd is prettiest instrumentals". Brigitte eyes glimmer with nostalgia as she thinks about her childhood.

"Hence the vinyls?", Remus asks rhetorically, his hands resting on her waist. "All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be". Brigitte swoons as he quotes her favorite band. Her whole body practically vibrates for the rest of the night, long after his hands leave her.

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The following morning, a thud and pitiful whimper outside Brigitte's bedroom door interrupts her untangling her messy waves.

"Mon Dieu! Ginny, you alright?!". She runs to the girl laying on the floor with a scraped forearm, her face crumpled from breaking her fall with her knees and elbows. It's been a restless morning, and Ginny flying down the staircase is another hindrance in their efforts to get out the door on time.

"We're so sorry, Gin!", George and Fred come running down the steps just as Molly comes running up.

"WHA- YOU TWO COULD HAVE DONE SERIOUS INJURY. IDIOTS-". Brigitte and Ginny slowly slip away from Molly's line of fire. Brigitte gently closes her bedroom door and kneels by her bed.

"I have a potions case under here, I'll fix that scrape up". She puts a clear cream on Ginny's elbow, and they watch the cut disappear.

After creating a pyramid of trunks, the household makes way to the front door so they can get to King's Cross Station. Brigitte stands around with Molly to say her goodbyes, for she has prior obligation.

A shadow in her side vision catches her attention. "Sirius Black? What the hell do you think you're doing?", Brigitte asks the black dog strolling past her. "No! No, absolutely not! Someone could see you idiot!".

He's cute, but not cute enough to get away with this. He looks over his shoulder once he reaches the doorway. Brigitte's glares at the canine. Remus and the children file down the stairs and look hesitantly between the two, nervous to speak a word. Sirius makes a small whimper that makes Brigitte's stoic face falter.

"Sirius, it's dangerous. Your animagus isn't a secret anymore". The dog just continues to whimper and nudges Harry's leg.

Remus gently place his hand on Brigitte's shoulder, "I'll watch him at King's Cross? Moody's there too. Nothing's going to happen to anyone, okay?", he looks down at her with pouty lips and trusting honey eyes.

"Fine. Please, be safe", Brigitte says timidly, briefly touching his hand that's still resting on her. She shoots a glaring look to Sirius. If he wasn't a dog, he'd be laughing at how easily she just folded to Remus' request.

"Oh honestly... it's YOUR head", she warns the dog as he prances out the door. She gives everyone a hug, with George and Fred somehow sneaking to the back of the line for seconds.

She reiterates to Harry the importance staying out of the spotlight and focusing on having a normal school year. She waves goodbye to everyone and watches them disappear down the street, praying that no one catches Sirius.

"Well, I think I'm going to enjoy a cup of coffee", Molly sighs, waltzing back inside.

"I wish I could join you, but I must pay a visit to St Mungos hospital".

"Oh, Dear..."

"Dumbledore connected me with a Healer there. It's the first time they've reached out, but there is a werewolf bite victim. I'm going to try to help him before the Ministry finds him", Brigitte explains as she laces up her boots.  

She must be discreet. Confidently walking into the hospital, Brigitte bypasses the front desk without being stopped. Molly told her where the ward for Serious Bites is, so she doesn't look lost or suspicious.

The ward is empty except for a man lying on the farthest bed. Now Brigitte hesitates. An older Healer with white hair approaches.

"Hello, how can I help you?".

"Are you by any chance Healer Le Fay?".

"That's right, Dear. Are you the witch I wrote to?". Brigitte nods her head, so Healer Le Fay leads her further into the room.

"The only thing he's told me is that his name is Darren. That's it-- here almost an entire month and he refuses to speak... I would have reached out sooner, my dear. But I was worried he would try to hurt you. It's honorable work you do".

"Thank you, Madame. He, I can handle. I won't be long". Brigitte marches over to the bed. Darren is curled up under the covers with his back to the door, but when Brigitte's footsteps stop at his bedside, he peers over the blanket.

"You're the first. My mum can even look at me", Darren groans.

"It's hard to see loved ones in pain ... how are you doing, Darren?". Brigitte fingers quickly through his paperwork, skimming over the incident report: location- Forest of Dean ... bite mark on arm ...

"How I am?! I fucking tell you how I am! My life is fucking ruined! I wish I died that night. I've been here for a month alone! Getting disgusted looks from people visiting their loved ones and now my body feels like shit, reminding me of what's going to happen in just a few days!", he starts sobbing into his pillow.

Brigitte looks down at Darren. She cannot imagine the fear he's feeling, counting down the days until the first full moon as a werewolf. Nothing she can say will help him, so she instead rubs his arm and makes a soothing shushing sound.

"Darren, I'm here to ensure your life isn't ruined. I know, believe me, I know it's hard right now. The worst thing that's ever happened to you... I want to say it'll get better", she offers once his cries quiet.

He scoffs but doesn't move from her comfort.   "Better? I've lost my job because I vanished, who will ever hire me? I'll be kicked out of my flat once the landlord finds out... Merlin, no woman will ever want to be with me". Darren turns away again, squeezing his eyes shut to make the world go away.

"The organization I work with will make sure you find a job as well as a place to live. We provide any kind of support you need, Darren. There are understanding people in this world. If you ever want to talk, please don't hesitate to write... I'll be back after the full moon". Brigitte puts her business card on the bedside table; and with that she leaves, sensing his desire to be alone.

On her walk home, she can't help but think about the pain that her father, brother, and Remus feel from being cursed with this disease. They hide it well, but there's no doubt they still have anxiety about each full moon and how others judge them. Remus was downright heartbreaking when he confessed his secret, and that was after he learned Brigitte protects them for a living.

She can help but never make the pain go away. The least she can do is entice Remus with one more dance (any excuse to touch him), before he retreats to a secret location for the full moon...

And for those three days he's gone, they both cherish that last dance...

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[faeriemarie]

a guide to SOME my drs

contains: harry potter (golden era), marauders, stranger things, dash & lily, x-men, a few fame drs, and a 1900’s historical dr

harry potter

ravenclaw who is best friends with cho

like literally inseparable

we are the hogwarts “it” girls and everyone is obsessed with us

they want to dress like us and talk like us and be as stunningly beautiful and intelligent

so many people have a crush on me

including but not limited to: hermione, ginny, harry, ron, roger davies, neville, luna, and george weasley

marauders

i’m going into my 5th year as a ravenclaw at hogwarts

was never friends with the marauders (save for sirius)

always really good friends since 1st year

and we became practically like siblings

when he ran away, he runs to my house

and my parents welcome him with open arms

give him his own room and make him do chores

it’s like we’ve been siblings forever

then he introduces me to his friends

and remus and james both have crushes on me

and think i’m sirius’ real sister

love triangle ensues

stranger things #1

og female member of the party since 2nd grade

and will is basically my brother

i’ve known him longer than mike has

not so secret crush on thee mike wheeler

i play as a monk in d&d (although i’m not sure that role even existed in the 80’s)

eleven never crushes on mike and only has a friendship with him

when she meets me, she idolizes me and wants to BE me because i’m so cool

i become friends with max first

and stalk for the guys

devising plans with will on how to force lucas and max together

basically just tween fun time (with monsters ofc)

stranger things #2

teenager era starting in season 2

im a loser and friends with jonathan byers

im a major theatre kid and we became friends when he took pictures for our school musical

and ofc im friends with robin because she’s in pit

accidentally get involved with demodogs things when dustin recruits me to go with him and steve

i get to bond with steve and our romance starts

but nothing actually HAPPENS until season 3 over the summer

after he’s gotten over nancy and robin can force us together

stranger things #3

popular!marie x loser!mike

cheerleader who’s new to hawkins

i befriend lucas and he invites me to hellfire club

of course i join!!

i used to play d&d all the time with my cousins in new york

when i walk in, everyone is suspicious of me

but mike is so whipped

eddie doesn’t believe i even know how to play

but i bring out my character sheet and im literally at a higher level than him

… he is mildly impressed

so i’m allowed to join

and i bond with the guys

and mike walks me home every day (even though he’s still dating el)

will i come between them and break them up?

i am the drama fr

dash & lily

i’m lily but i have a different name, face, etc.

mostly the same personality tho

it follows the basic plot

i put the notebook between franny and zooey

we exchange dares

dash gets back together with sofia

my bully is an oc instead of annoying ugly-ass edgar

we meet

i get drunk

we get together

yadayadayada you get it

x-men (prequel series)

i attend xavier’s school where my bestie is jubilee

i have chlorokenesis but i can control my powers the best of anyone

half dating peter maximoff but not really

he flirts with me all the time and i pretend like i hate it

everyone ships us tho

especially kurt and jean

2000’s actress

my resume includes…

cecilia in the virgin suicides

bianca stratford

lana in the princess diaries

louise in gilmore girls

elizabeth in pride & prejudice

rose in doctor who

emily in the devil wears prada

sophie in mamma mia

giselle in enchanted

summer in 500 days of summer

and more

early 2010’s fame dr

famous for a few cult classics like

sam in the perks of being a wallflower

or nicki in the bling ring

but i was also clara in doctor who

and i dated a couple notable celebrities

toby regbo… james mcavoy… thomas brodie-sangster

oh and i’m trending on 2012 tumblr

because i single-handedly revived indie sleaze

and had a flirtationship with alex turner

pretty much the whole am album is about me

dating finn wolfhard fame dr (heavily influenced by the posts of @wheelcr)

angsty and edgy poet and playwright

who graduated high school at 15 and has a bachelor’s degree in linguistics by 19

start dating in 2021

and fans are so obsessed with me

they even jumpstart my poetry career

and some high schools / colleges get the rights to my plays

so cool

ballerina for royal ballet

i started with them when i was very young

getting cast in the nutcracker as a party guest

and i work my way up

i debut with the professional company when i’m 15

with my debut ballet being romeo and juliet

i go on to star in mayerling, onegin, cinderella, anastasia, coppelia, sylvia, swan lake, sleeping beauty, don quixote, giselle, la bayadere, and sylphide all before i turn 25

plus i’m nursing a minor film career in the off season

just small movies like

phantom of the opera 2004 as christine

or atonement as cecilia tallis

i’m just an icon honestly

1910 small town america vibe

the vibe of our town and tuck everlasting

i’m just a small town girl and the brightest student ever seen

i get the highest grades and the town loves me

my parents are highly respected and educated citizens

plus 3 different guys are courting me, including:

a childhood friend who’s loved me for years

college boy studying to be a doctor

and a young reporter and assistant to my dad at our local paper

how ever will i choose?

#shiftblr #desired reality #manifesting #reality shifting #shifting #subliminals #reality shift #manifestation #shifting realities

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

As if Bayden didn’t screw with his therapists, lie, and throw very loud fits of epic proportions. If asylums gave oscars and grammys he’d have snatched up a few by now.  

So, when she turned to bark her real name at him she wouldn’t be screaming at his back for long. He turned right around. She gained his attention quick.

Celestis Davenport?

The name was so much better than Delacour. He hated that last name. But, he wasn’t about to tell her that yet. He was far too intrigued with her hilarious descriptors of herself.

Prepubescents what the fuckers? It would have been really hard for him to keep a straight face if it wasn’t for the fact it all happened so fast, so his eyes were still busy being popped. This was comedy club gold. He blinked several times as she kept popping off.

There was nothing hotter than a fiercely angry woman running at the mouth about the most ridiculous shit. She has two personalities inside her and the first thing she wants to bicker about is her god damn horoscope?

HER GOD DAMN HOROSCOPE OF ALL THINGS!

His face started to crack a smirk. The amused grin was twisting up one side of his cheek quick.

Annoying brown freckles?

Da’w how cute. Celestis was jealous Rowan was pulling them off. Bayden was loving every minute of this chaotic explosion.

Something finally felt real again.

Holy shit! She used her powers in front of everyone! Bayden’s eyes darted around to see who witnessed it besides him. The couch was upturned on it’s side.

This shit was too funny to not follow. Bayden wasn’t the sort to chase. He’d proven that time and time again, but this was too good. Oh, he had to pester now.  

He felt like writing her IDoNtHAvEpArNoRMaLExPEriEnceSEs on a Spongebob meme and slipping it under her door. Actually, that would happen several times before the end of the week. He was plotting it with every step he stalked behind her. He couldn’t believe how down she talked to him like he was an idiot and could understand nothing about this stuff. His sister was a witch. She went to the school and he’s dealt with this magic shit all his life and heard about all kinds of shit. She acts like she has to explain it like magic is a new concept no one but her could possibly understand. He was so sick of everyone thinking he was an idiot. He didn’t need it all explained to him like he was still learning his ABC’s.

So, he had to be the shit he was and called out behind her.

“Are you jealous Rowan’s pulling off the freckles or that I like them?”

That wasn’t all. He didn’t stop there. He kept yelling out.

“Thank fuck it’s not Delacour. Stupid Harry Potter cop off name. No one gives a shit whether you’re a virgo or not. No one. No one actually believes in that shit. Now I know for a fact you’re delusional, ParaNorman.”

He said it so mean and then he just started laughing. He couldn’t take it.

       YET Bayden’s a complete && utter idiot who couldn’t follow one simple instruction.  Typical.

       It felt like floodlights flared to life burning her from the inside out.  Invading her space as the lights in the hallway felt to bright flaring && giving her a terrible headache with him tagging along.  GLAD Bayden wasn’t on the brink of his melodramatic break down he was at seconds ago though wasn’t he going back to his assistant living?  

       The sound of his voice helped her brain connect to her limbs, && started to motivate her to move at a much faster pace at that.  Emotionally her body was hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt.  Though depression && exhaustion usually found ways to do that.  It didn’t help that his comment bugged her, just a little, as if it got under her skin.  She wasn’t jealous of Rowan’s freckles, but perhaps brackish at the idea he liked them.  Feeling tiny pinpricks of pain rushing through her chest.  She couldn’t explain why that almost upset her.  But damn it.  What was wrong with her?  “Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  Turning her head to look at him as she’d have a harsh sibilant tone.  

       “YOU still owe me c o f f e e.”  On a rainy day && she won’t let him forget that outside of this shithole when they get there special privilege's back knowing it won’t be awhile anyway.

       Heat welling around her eyes.  She blinked && kept a stoic face, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything just yet.  && even if she did trust it, she wasn’t sure what to say.  The ache in her chest doubled in the kind of way of always wishing she knew that part of her.  It’s not just validation, or some acting way to understanding oneself but it went deeper.  She always wanted to know when she was born.  Celestis never really knew the exact day she was born, let alone month.  Though she finds herself knowing she’d be a lot happier if she had something.  Anything.

       Apparently it was to much to ask for.  It was always to much to ask for. Shaking her head, as Celestis knew it was her turn to talk, but she still didn’t know what to say.  Shocker.  She couldn’t say she was enjoying this right now, because she wasn’t.  Then a thought struck.  “So what’s your zodiac?”  It mattered very little about Rowan Delacour’s last name.  Rowan was french descent, as Wardeyn wasn’t any better, as Davenport sounded just as worse as Last name’s in general where subjectively supposed to sound stupid to begin with.  Though she doubts even in Rowan’s body she could pull of the sexy french-depressive type the last name imbues.  It was just not in Celestis genetics, or in her case soul.

       The hallways in the Aslyum had felt suffocating in the seconds she was storming through them.  Needing to get out.  It was like the walls were closing in && becoming claustrophobic as she’d find herself trying to remember the way out.  Surprised his mother even so dared him to watch Harry Potter!  Since his mother control’s everything in his life anyway, who would have thought.  However, she wasn’t in the mood to point it out, not today anyway.  “I thought you were going back to you’re princess cottage?  Don’t you have birds or rats waiting to braid your hair or somethin.” Celestis couldn’t say that with a huge amount of enthusiasm, but she gave it a shot.

       Eager to escape, she took off at the nearest door that led outside where she could breath!  Celestis inhaled, still trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her head.  She’d walk a bit slower, but not by much, as she found herself going near the graveyard.  It wasn’t so much the graves or the dead that made her comfortable, but if there was a calming area, she found the random gardenia bush quite comforting && relaxing even in it’s not so desirable location.

#bayden wardeyn #montywonmom #━━ ✧ spilled ink. | interactions #━━ 🌊 saltyxtides. | ahv

[blackinn-n]

Blackinnon headcanons (because @marlymckitten’s lovely ones got me to write a bit again <3 go check on hers!!!!)

Yes. It’s sappy. But I love sappy Blackinnon. I can’t bear angst any longer so enjoy!

Sirius fell in love with her before she fell in love with him. Actually, he fell in love with Marlene before James fell in love with Lily, even if he took longer to realize it. He unconsciously developed a crush on her during their first year and recognize his messy feelings as love when he was a bit older. Anyway, he liked to say to her that he had loved her since he was a kid and Marlene used to roll her eyes and call him a sappy liar — but Sirius was not lying. Not even a bit.

I personally hc that they didn’t start dating at Hogwarts. Sirius was, emotionally, too much of a mess to actually sort out what he felt. It was not that he wasn’t sure of her — he knew he loved Marlene. He was certain of that. He was just scared to hurt her in any way possible, and though less of himself — he though he wasn’t able to make her happy, and he could not bear it.

It was Marlene who made the first move. One night, she just kissed him. They were alone in London, laughing, smoking and chatting at 1 AM while the rest of the gang had already went home. She just did it. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard, passionately. It took him out of breath.

As their relationship became solid, it was clear to both of them that what was happening was that.. they were settling. To Sirius, the word has seem horrendous till she had told him what she felt for him. But he was happier that he had ever been with her and was actually pretty content with the perspective of being hers for the rest of his life.

They weren’t too much into PDA. Sirius resting a hand on her tights, or holding hands was ok — but they couldn’t stand couples who made out constantly while they were out with friends. It was totally different when they were drunk: in that occasions they could not take their hands off each other and used to disappear so as to shag in some bathroom or to go home (to shag. Yes, they did it nonstop)

They had a matching tattoo. They had gone out one evening in March, just the two of them. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner but it had naturally lead to a drunk night in some club in London. After that, they had found some weird (and probably too dirty to be trusted) tattoo shop which was still opened at night and decided to go for it. They were too tipsy to be taken seriously, but managed to explain to the tattooer what they wanted. At the end, Sirius got the written “star of the sky” in Marlene’s handwriting, and she had “star of the sea” in his, on their pelvis. It was sappy, they knew it, but it was them.

Marlene absolutely adored Sirius. She thought he was breathtaking. That’s true, a lot of people thought that — Sirius was indeed a very handsome man, but to Marlene, Sirius was much more than that. Marlene loved everything about him. She loved stroking his hair and caressing the side of his face. She loved when he took her hands into his. She loved kissing his full lips and holding his gaze, despite it made her blush most of the time. She loved feeling his weight on her when he fell asleep while cuddling. She loved feeling him inside of her, it made her feel a sense of fullness and connection she had never felt with someone before.

James was so happy when they got together. He wasn’t even the slightest angry or upset at them, though they knew he would have killed them both if they hurt each other.

Lily was ecstatic when they started dating, too. Perhaps even more than her husband, considering she was the first person Sirius admitted he was in love with Marlene to. It happened during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Lily was looking for Marls — she knew the Astronomy Tower was her and Sirius’ spot and expected to find her there, but only him was present that evening. They talked quite a lot and at one point he just slipped it out. It felt so scaring, but so, so good. Lily promised not to tell a soul, not even to James and Sirius trusted her. She also advised him to tell her, but he knew he needed more time.

He desired a family with her but was scared to bring the topic up — he didn’t really think he would have really been much of a father material with the upbringing he had. His worse nightmare was perhaps inflicting on his children the same pain he had had to endure during his childhood — the idea scared him shitless. But one day, they talked about it. They approached the subject shyly, as if having different perspectives would have risked to break what they had. When Sirius told her it would have be nice, to have kids one day, Marlene could not suppress the wide, genuine smile that appeared on her face. “You’d really want them?” “Yes. With you, I would want them. I think I would be a shit father, but with you to balance I think they’d turn up nice” “That’s bullshit. You will be a wonderful dad.” “I will be? Not “would”?” “Yep. You will. I think we should talk about it… having kids, one day.” Sirius had never been happier.

Marlene’s family was fond of Sirius. Her parents and brother especially. And of course Euphemia and Fleamont loved Marlene — she was James’ first friend ever. Euphemia confessed them once that she had been planning their wedding since fifth year (James laughed a bit to much for Marlene’s liking after hearing that).

Marlene once had called Walburga Black a “fucking cow”. She hadn’t just called her that, she had YELLED it on the platform before taking Sirius hand and making him follow her on the train. She had heard a sneaky comment from her: it was the usual babbling about Sirius being a shame, a failure for being how he was, for hanging out with dirty mudbloods and staying at the Potters. She could not take it. Although her mother (who had intercepted her daughter’s furious expression) had tried to stop her, she had just walked over and yelled at Walburga Black, a witch from a noble and ancient family in the Magical Community, that she was a fucking cow. Around lots, lots of people. Sirius thought he had never loved her more.

Once Sirius told her he wanted to shave his beard, and she screamed, horrified and threatened not to have sex with him for a month if he really did it.

For his 23rd birthday, Marlene gifted him a handful of Polaroids of her nudes, along with his real present. Sirius remained in total awe for a few seconds and then looked at her like a puppy who has received the best toy ever. He really was a simple man, not needing much to be happy.

Sirius couldn’t cook for shit. He could barely prepare a toast without burning something. And most of the time, when he was hungry, he forgot he could use magic. That meant he was not able to surprise her with breakfast in bed or some thing like that — okay, he knew how to make coffee or how to spread jam on bread, he was not that dumb. Anyway, Marlene used to tease him by saying he would starve if she refused to cook for the rest of his days. “I can always eat you, you know” “You are incredible, Black”

7th year’s St Valentine’s Day was perhaps the worst one Marlene had spent in her seventeen years on the Earth. Not that she had ever celebrated it (she hated St Valentine’s Day, the sappy promises, the fake couples who put on a good face during the trip to Hogsmeade so as to show off even if half school knew one of them was shagging someone else. She just couldn’t bear it), but that year every. single. one of her friends had a date. Lily went with James, Remus had gone to Hogsmeade with a bloke he had met in the summer, Alice went with Frank, Mary had been asked by a quite good looking boy who was part of the same club as hers, Emmeline and Dorcas went together (their first public trip after their coming out) and even Peter had managed to set up a date with a really nice girl he had had a crush on since fifth year. And Sirius… well, she supposed he was shagging three or four girls at the same time. Marlene spent most of her time in the library, catching up with her homework, and after a rather depressing lunch alone she hid herself in the Common Room who was occupied only by first and second years who could not go to the village yet. She read a book until she heard someone calling her name. She didn’t even had to turn around to know who it was. Nobody called her Lene. They walked through the empty corridors and corners of the school, perfectly comfortable with one another. He asked her what she had done that day, but she didn’t ask him back. She didn’t want to know if he had gone to Hogsmeade with someone. What she didn’t know was that, yes, he had gone to the village… to buy her flowers. They following morning, when she woke up, she found a beautiful bouquet of tulips — her favorites — of all colors. The was no card attached and it took Lily twenty minutes to convince Marlene that they really were for her.

Marlene’s dream had always been to visit Paris. When she was ten, she promised herself that she would only have gone with the love of her life — Marlene pretended to be nauseated by romance, but the truth was that she was a hopeless romantic herself. She kept the promise. One year or so into their relationship, Sirius and Marlene stayed in Paris for a week. One night they went to a bar and returned to the apartment quite intoxicated and extremely horny, so the usual. They shagged everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, by the fucking window, not caring who could see them. Once they were finished, they were laying on the couch, naked, only covered by a thin blanket to protect them from the chilly air, their bodies entangled. She told him about her promise. He just looked at her, his eyes full of pure love. And he told her. And it was not scary, quite the contrary, actually. “I love you” he simply said. “I love you so much, Marls” She tried to reply, but her voice was thick with emotion. He understood anyway and gently kissed her, thinking he had finally found something worth living for. And it was love, it had always been love.

#blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #marauders #marlene x sirius #sirius x marlene #harry potter #marauders era #blackinnon headcanons

[sitp-recs]

Hey Liv,

Hope you’re having a wonderful 2021 so far. I wanted to ask you If you could recommend any good fake dating Drarry?

Thank you in advance ✨

Hello lovelies! It’s been a hot second since I last read this trope so these are not so recent, but I promise they’re all fabulous reads! Enjoy :)

Peace, Love, and Sunflowers, Motherf**kers by @peachpety (2020, M, 1.1k)

Harry enlists Draco to be his plus one to show-up his ex at a couples Halloween pub party.

Some Dance to Remember, Some Dance to Forget by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2019, M, 5.5k)

Over time, fake turns real.

A Charitable Christmas by Alisanne (2017, E, 5.6k)

Hermione’s plans to raise money for war orphans do not meet with Harry’s approval. Fortunately, Draco steps in to help him come up with a much more enjoyable strategy.

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by @bryoneybrynn (2014, T, 13k)

For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking. This year, Potter’s posing as his pretend boyfriend. But as the party gets underway, it gets unclear who’s playing who, who’s pretending what, who’s not pretending at all, and what the game really is. Confused? Yeah, so is Draco…

Reparatio by astolat (2016, E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

“You want the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry said, flatly. He’d half expected as much; it was the only thing he had that Draco could want—

“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco said. “I want my reputation back.”

The Frisky Furnishings of Malfoy Manor by @writcraft (2017, M, 19k)

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The One Where Draco Loses his Mind and Gains a Boyfriend by oldenuf2nb and sassy_cissa (2020, E, 19k)

“How is it Potter can manage to drive me crazy and yet make me want to help him? I have to have lost my mind to even consider this insanity."

The Venice Job by nishizono (2007, E, 25k)

Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French (2014, E, 28k)

Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (2015, E, 38k)

Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

dirtynumbangelboy by @magpiefngrl (2017, E, 39k)

After Harry’s unfortunate encounter with his ex, Draco Malfoy makes him a proposition. Draco wants his parents to stop matchmaking him and Harry wants to make his ex jealous. All they need to do is simply pretend they’re in love. Problem is… Draco already is.

Decoy Dilemma by dysonrules (2011, M, 39k) - Drarry, Scorbus

Auror Potter and Counsellor Malfoy return to Hogwarts in order to protect their children from a man who has vowed revenge. Of course, it's quite a lot more complicated than that.

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaidtales (2016, E, 48k)

When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way.

Chocolate and Pastry by agentmoppet and anemonen (2018, E, 50k)

When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected. Harry is struggling with something, pushing it far down inside him where he doesn't have to acknowledge its existence. Draco starts to worry, and then he starts to care, and then... horribly... he starts to fall in love.

In the Shadow of Your Heart by @lqtraintracks (2017, E, 51k)

And thus began the very strange circumstance of their fake dating in public and real fucking in absolute secret. It was, with no comparison, the weirdest relationship Draco had ever been in – which was to say, it wasn't one.

Naked by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 57k)

Harry and Draco are sent on an undercover assignment to catch a Dark wizard — which might not be so bad if it weren't at a Muggle nudist resort. Now Draco has to deal with a very interested Harry, temptation he's long-since learned to ignore, and threats around every corner — including the one to his heart.

When Times are Dire by @aibidil (2020, E, 130k)

Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (2016, T, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses).

Left my Heart series by emmagrant01 (2004, E, 236k)

Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. (Post-Hogwarts, set in February, 2004. Written before Half-Blood Prince was released.)

#anon #asks #Drarry reclist #fake relationship

[female-malice]

Why are you talking like you know these things for a fact when you obviously have zero experience being on any kind of pole?

https://youtube.com/shorts/CabEgjkmdmA?feature=share

You can do that exact move without a rubber pole and clothing. Yes, you get skin burns. Maybe pole dancers are just stronger for it? 😉

When it comes to dangers of the job and insurance, yeah, pole dancers are very prone to injuries. Strippers get injured on the job sometimes too and because the industry is awful, the clubs aren't required to deal with insurance or compensate the dancers. Refer to this case of a dancer falling 20 feet and needing surgery. Not a crash mat in sight...

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/news/video-2107476/Video-Stripper-falls-20-feet-pole-suffers-broken-jaw.html

Again, I wonder what is your motive to deny that pole dancing, even when done in a bikini, is athletic, demanding, and even dangerous? I understand the criticism re: male gaze, but are YOU really that hung up on the thongs that you can't acknowledge the sportswomanship of pole dancers?

No, I don't think strippers are stronger for enduring unnecessary friction burns.

That's awful that clubs don't get liability insurance. That's awful that they let performers get excruciating injuries.

Strippers are being exploited as performers while acrobats work in a safer industry. Being a professional acrobat is not by any means a safe career choice. But it's safer than stripping.

I think lingerie football is dumb. I think bikini basketball is dumb. I think stripping is dumb. I hate all of it. Show me where I said strippers, lingerie football players, and bikini basketball players aren't athletic? They are athletic. They're more athletic than the average person and less athletic than their non-sexualized counterparts. And there is no sportswomanship in what they are doing. Sportsmanship is a general term for competing fairly and respectfully. If you're specifying sportswomanship, that means competing for the advancement of women's sports.

Which teams have objectively better athletes? Which teams have more sportswomanship?

Due to the global popularity of professional women's basketball leagues, bikini basketball was never able to take off. Bikini basketball is an obscure low budget sideshow compared to professional women's basketball leagues. There's actually no athletic disadvantage to playing basketball in a bikini. But bikini basketball leagues still lost to real women's basketball leagues.

But women's football hasn't been so lucky.

LFL lingerie football is a huge production with a lot of investment and TV coverage. Meanwhile the WFA women's football league is held together by blood sweat and tears. They have no investment or TV coverage. There are massive massive athletic disadvantages to playing tackle football in lingerie and hockey helmets. American tackle football can't be played safely without proper helmets and pads. Despite the disadvantages of lingerie and hockey helmets, LFL is the most visible example of women playing football. And they play on a damn mini field.

The linebackers in lingerie football are shrimps. They can't adequately play their position. Centers in bikini basketball could be tossed across the court by the 200+ lb centers in women's basketball. The chinese pole acrobat Cheya Potter is shaped like a dorito. Her short stature and bulky upper body strength is not the body type you see in strip clubs.

Why should we celebrate lingerie football, bikini basketball, and stripper pole dancing? What exactly does that accomplish? There are millions of female basketball players, football players, and acrobats who embody sportswomanship. What's so wrong with promoting them over creepy bikini bullshit?

[lumosinlove]

Relic Keel

(warnings in tags)

PREVIOUSLY ON RELIC KEEL

Marlene got into college and hasn’t told Dorcas because she’s scared of how she will react.

Lily and James had sex and obviously like each other, but Lily is scared to have attachments on Hogwarts when they’re going to college soon.

Leo and Logan question each other about their pasts without much progress. Logan finds out that Leo hopes to own The Lion restaurant one day, and that his father’s death has something to do with “The Voldemort.”

Saint and Sirius talk about leaving the island and how they met when they were eleven years old. They have sex and avoid more difficult topics.

James and Lily meet at the Gryffindor Club as promised. Lily tells James that she doesn’t want anything tying her to the island, that she hates the fake boundaries that Hogwarts has and that James isn’t crossing them as much as he thinks he is. James understands, even though it hurts.

Saint and Sirius are cleaning the Potter’s pool when James arrives with Remus and Luke. Remus and Sirius have a tense moment in the kitchen, Luke and Saint argue, and Sirius finds out that it’s Remus who sails the Wolfsbane every morning—Remus thus finding out that Sirius notices.

Logan returns to the Carrows to hand over his money and stock up on Crucio. We find out that he works for them in the hopes that they will help him get Finn out of Saint Clair, only the Carrows are angry with him for using their Crucio—they say that Logan owes them now.

Logan heads over to Saint Clair to watch Finn from afar, and swears again that he will rescue him.

part iv

Remus closed his eyes, soaking in the morning sun and the salty air. The wind pushed his hair back as he tightened the rigging, catching the wind. Sometimes his sails felt like his bare hands. Like he finally had something to hold onto, even if it blistered his palms. The sea made him feel alone, in the best way. Usually, it felt like people were always around. He couldn’t go anywhere without running into at least two people from school, or his parents’ friends. Yes, he’s excited for college, no, he’s not sure exactly yet, yes, he’s still sailing, yes, he’s still obsessed, yes, he remembers learning at Gryffindor Club, sure, I’ll tell my mom you say hi.

Solidarity was less exhausting.

The wind buffered and he sighed as he slowed down. he looked back towards Shack Beach. Saint had said they saw him every morning—that Sirius saw him every morning. He wondered if Sirius was watching now.

He couldn’t see anything from this far away. Part of him wondered if he could make this island disappear completely, just for a moment. But it was dangerous to stray that far. Even The Cradle, the small U of islands just off of Hogwarts’ southern coast, was pushing it. Remus huffed out a laugh as he managed the ropes to come about, back towards shore. If that wasn’t a metaphor, he didn’t know what was.

Things on Hogwarts had become complicated in what felt like overnight, even though Remus knew that wasn’t true. They were older now. They didn’t just care about summer vacation. There was college to think about, and then jobs. Hogwarts wasn’t the dream it once was. Remus wanted to see mountains, and huge cities, or snow—and not just for a week on vacation. He wanted to belong somewhere because he wanted to be there, and not just because he had grown up there. He was tired of knowing everything there was to know.

He tied up his Wolfsbane on autopilot, stroking his hand over the side before tugging his shirt over his head and jumping straight into the water. It was cooler from the night, but it was what Remus needed. He held his breath as he found the sandy bottom, his eyes closed. For a moment, he didn’t have to be anywhere. He got to enjoy the ocean and its predictable changes.

When he came up for air, he remembered why he loved this island. That still didn’t mean he didn’t want to leave.

“Are you headed to the museum, sweetheart?” his mother said when Remus came down to the kitchen, freshly showered. He preferred to let the salt linger all day, but he figured he should be fresh for his first day of work.

“Yeah,” Remus held up his keys. “Just looking for some coffee first.”

His mom held up a mug for him, laughing. “Ask and you shall receive.”

Remus smiled. “Thanks, mom.”

“How was it this morning?”

Remus poured some milk into his cup. “It was good. Sun’s going to be strong today. Went near The Cradle—not too far, don’t worry.”

“You know me too well,” Hope laughed, whisking some eggs into a lather. “Well, it’s pizza night. We’re ordering in so, if you want to have some friends over and take it to the den, that’s fine with me. But don’t complain if Jules crashes the party.”

Remus nodded. “Actually, I think we’re going out. If that’s all right?”

Hope nodded. “All right, sure. Be safe, though. Who, uh…”

“James and Luke,” Remus sighed. “Mom—”

“I wasn’t going to say anything—”

“It’s not Luke’s fault,” Remus continued anyway. “His dad, I mean. He didn’t know.”

“I know that,” Hope sighed. “But…Even I can see that boy’s hurting and I barely see him at all.”

“Then shouldn’t he be with his friends?” Remus said.

Hope raised her eyebrows at him, and Remus raised his own right back.

“All right, all right,” Hope said. “You’re gonna be late, I’ll see you later, baby.”

Remus knew he should take the car his parents had given him. He knew he should get used to driving, knew his dad wondered why it just sat in the garage. But here, on the island, Remus liked his bicycle. He liked the warm breeze. It reminded him of being out on the water.

Which, in turn, now reminded him of Sirius Black.

When Remus remembered Sirius, he mostly remembered bruised cheeks and nasty looking cuts. He remembered the hushed way people used to whisper about him, and how, even when he was loud, grinning and well-liked, he was still from Salazar. Sometimes he had eaten lunch surrounded by people, and sometimes he had eaten it alone with his brother.

Remus didn’t understand this island. Was Sirius really so different because he was born a few miles South rather than North? It made no sense—only it did, but only because it was all Remus had ever known.

The Hogwarts History Museum was a pride of the island. Remus knew it well from school trips, and from his own interest. He’d spent many Saturdays there as a kid, gazing at all of the small models of ships and dreaming about what it would be like to sail them, wishing they weren’t trapped behind glass—feeling a little like he was trapped behind glass. A ship in a bottle.

“Hi there, Remus,” Layla smiled at him, green eyes kind and skin a rich, dark brown against the pale pink scarf in her hair.

“Hi, Layla,” Remus smiled. “Having a good summer so far?”

“Sure,” Layla shrugged. “Lots of time here. I saw you win the sailing race last Sunday, congrats.”

Remus smiled. “Thanks. It was real fun. Sorry I beat your brother, though.”

“Oh, Lyle doesn’t mind,” Layla waved a hand. Her nails were painted pink, too. “Don’t worry about it.”

Remus had been friends with Layla since they were little, competing for best in class usually. She was wicked smart and mellow. Remus could always use some mellow, good conversation—especially with James being James and Luke being…well, whatever Luke was now. Layla liked history, and her family owned the museum, which meant Layla told tales that were, albeit tall, fun to listen to.

Remus leaned against the desk, looking around. “This place never changes, huh?”

Layla laughed, clicking a pen. “History doesn’t tend to change that much, R, and so neither do we. Unlike the world out there.”

“I don’t know about that. Nothing ever feels too different out there,” Remus laughed, too. “But I guess you’re right. I’m glad you’re here, though. Or else I’d be sitting behind this desk by myself.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Layla nodded. “What made you take the job?”

Remus snorted as he rounded the corner, picking up his name badge where Beatrice, Layla’s mother and the museum curator, said it would be. “Don’t pretend we didn’t see each other here when we were little all the time. Not to mention at Gryffindor Club. You, obviously.”

Layla raised an eyebrow. “Me and your mom.”

Remus winced and Layla laughed.

“C’mon, we both know you’d be out on your boat all day if it was up to you.”

Remus laughed. “Fine. But seriously. You’re a perk.”

Layla nodded, rolling her eyes with a smile. “Just a couple of history buffs, I guess.”

Remus shrugged. “There are worse things to be.”

The day was pretty slow. A few tourists here and there, taking photo behind the cardboard cutouts that made you look like you were dressed as a sailor, or a pirate.

“Are there really pirates here?” one little girl had asked Layla.

Remus had smiled when Layla crouched down and whispered to her, “careful, there’s one there,” and pointed at Remus.

When lunch rolled around, Remus expected Layla to pull out a bagged sandwich like him, but instead she scoffed and picked up her bag.

“Come on. We have to get out for a bit.”

Remus shrugged. “All right, where to?”

“The Lion, of course,” Layla replied. “It’s the best food on the island.”

“The Lion,” Remus repeated slowly. “You mean—in The Hollow?”

Layla gave him a look. “Oh, you’re not one of those are you?”

“One of what?” Remus said. “No. I’m not, I just… c’mon, you hear things.”

“Hear things? You’ve never been?”

“Once,” Remus swallowed, thinking of the fight. “It didn’t really go well.”

Layla just shook her head.

“History is just one great field of stories, Remus. You’ll never get to the truth unless you listen to them all.”

And so Remus found himself riding alongside Layla on their bikes and right through Gryffindor. The Hollow didn’t have a sign or anything, but you knew when you were in it. Remus almost wished he had been able to see some sort of line to cross, but everything was just suddenly different. Low houses with open doors, people gathered together and laughing. Kids running with surfboards over their heads, towards Shack Beach. It had seemed even more vibrant in the dark the night of the party, even through the tinted windows of Luke’s car. String lights hung over cookouts, and music blasting from speakers. It had smelled amazing, and Remus would have to say Layla was probably right about the food. 

The Lion was just as bright as everything else. It was bustling with lunch-goers, and the doors were flung wide, letting the heat right in. Remus looked around at the people. Some tourists, obviously. Some not. Hollows. Some of them smiled when they caught Remus’ eye, and some narrowed their eyes.

“Hi, Leo, babe,” Layla said as she slid onto a stool at the counter.

There was a blond boy behind it wearing a tank top and a snapback. He smiled as he set some shrimp down in a frier. “Hey, Layla, babe, ça va?”

“Just working. At least I’ve got Remus for company now.”

Remus smiled awkwardly when Leo fixed his blue eyes on him. He really didn’t know what he was waiting for. Something terrible to happen?

Leo only held out a hand. “Leo, nice to meet you.”

“Remus,” Remus said, and took it. He tried not to look at the rainbow bracelet on Leo’s wrist for too long, but he could tell Leo had felt the way his hand tightened. “Yeah—you, too.”

Leo touched it briefly, like an old habit, as he pulled away, giving another smile to Remus.

It didn’t necessarily mean Leo wasn’t straight, but on such a small island, Remus tended to notice these things. He and Luke had figured each other out pretty fast around sixteen. They’d kissed. Once. And then winced, laughed, and shoved each other in the pool. Sometimes Remus wished he and Luke had worked. He didn’t see any other boys coming his way. Leo was smiling at him like he knew what Remus was thinking.

“What can I get you two?” Leo asked.

A boyfriend? Remus thought wistfully.

“Two of your specials, please,” Layla said. “Re, you’re going to lose your mind it’s so good.”

“What’s your special?” Remus asked.

Leo shrugged, but he was grinning. “Like a chef ever gives up his secrets—”

Leo had stopped mid-sentence, eyes going over their shoulders towards the door. Remus turned to look, and a moment later, a brown haired boy was slinging a backpack down carefully between his feet and taking the seat beside Remus.

“Well, look who’s back,” Leo said to him.

The boy glanced at Remus and Layla, then gave a small shrug. “Yeah.”

Leo snorted. “Yeah,” he parroted. “You’re just hungry.”

The boy shrugged again.

Leo sighed, and gave Remus a look that said, can you believe this? before turning back to the stove. “This is Logan guys. Apparently he doesn’t talk today. Three specials. Coming up.”

~

Logan didn’t recognize the boy sitting at the counter. He didn’t recognize the girl either. Then again, he didn’t recognize many people. He didn’t know anyone. Except Dorcas—if that even counted. And Leo. If that counted, either.

The Felix was heavy in his pack, wedged protectively between his feet, and he wished the strangers would leave so that Leo would talk to him. He hadn’t said two words that weren’t him making sure that Logan liked his food, and asking him where he’d been.

Logan was a little annoyed with him for asking that question. It wasn’t like Leo didn’t know what Logan did. Then again, Leo didn’t know why Logan did what he did.

“You guys get the new madness exhibit up yet, Layla?” Leo was asking the girl with the scarf in her hair. “The one you were telling me about.”

The sandy-haired boy looked up from his food. “The madness exhibit?”

The girl—Layla—cocked her head. “Remus, you…you don’t know?”

“Know what?” the boy—Remus—replied.

Layla sat up a little, looking suddenly awkward. “Your mom donated almost everything we have. I mean…it is your family that’s famous for…”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Losing their fucking minds?”

Layla winced. “Well, yeah, okay, poor choice of words on my part. But madness isn’t always a bad thing, you know. People say people are crazy all the time. Sometimes they’re just extraordinary.”

Remus looked back down at his food. “My family’s not extraordinary, believe me.”

“Usually extraordinary-ness belongs to one person, I’d say,” Leo said. “My mom’s pretty extraordinary. Doesn’t mean I am.”

“You want to stay on this island, don’t you?” Logan found himself saying. Then, he felt his neck heat and he turned down to his food.

“What’s so extraordinary about that?” Layla replied at the same time as Remus said, “You do?”

Leo just laughed, rolling his eyes at Logan. “I’m with Layla on this one, guys, sorry.”

“What about you, Logan?” Layla asked. “I want the museum after I go to college. At least I think I do. Leo wants The Lion, Remus wants to sail the world…” Remus blushed at that, and Layla’s eyes were very green. “What do you want to do?”

Logan found it strange that they were treating him like that. So normally. Logan knew his necklace was on display. It was easier than explaining why people hadn’t seen him around and pretending to be a tourist. That lead to questions. Being abandoned didn’t. And he was. He was abandoned. People didn’t ask. Most probably thought he had just aged out. People didn’t ask. It was better that way. Logan didn’t have any answers. All he had was the memory of that last night with Finn. Finn had returned to their room, eyes wild and voice urgent.

Come on, Lo, wake up. Wake up, Logan, we have to go. Now.

Logan had felt helplessly awake in the first weeks of being out. He was still sorting through what that meant.

Logan swallowed. “I don’t know. I’m—looking for someone first.”

Remus sighed and mumbled. “Aren’t we all.”

“You are?” Leo asked softly.

Logan nodded. “Or, not looking. I’m just…I’m waiting for someone.”

He knew where Finn was, but Logan knew that he could wait forever and he wouldn’t come. Logan had to take what he wanted. It was a lesson he was learning fast.

“Oh,” Remus replied. “Um…cool. I hope you find them.”

Logan just nodded.

“Well, we should head out,” Layla said, rising. “Gotta get back to work.”

“Sure thing, just pay up front,” Leo smiled. “See you later, Layla.” He nodded at Remus. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Remus smiled back. “The food was great.”

Logan watched Leo watch them leave, then snort. “That guy looked more spooked than a horse with a snake.”

“Isn’t that what Gods are supposed to look like?” Logan replied.

Leo shrugged. “Usually you can’t see their eyes behind their aviators.”

Logan laughed a little. “Right.” he looked back down at his food, realizing he had begun picking his fries apart, rather than eating them.

“I’m looking for someone too, you know,” Leo broke the silence.

Logan did. Only, he hadn’t thought about it like that. Leo’s dad and Finn. Leo’s dad was probably dead. Finn wasn’t.

“I hope you find him,” Logan replied. “Your dad.”

The Lion was in full swing now, the lunchtime rush loud and boisterous. Leo had a tank top on, and Logan thought he looked a little tired. Sleeplessness showed easily on his skin.

“Do you have to run?” Leo asked instead of responding. “And hide? Like, from the police?”

Logan sat up, instinctively looking behind him. “I assumed I would have to. But…it hasn’t been that difficult.” He laughed a humorless laugh. “I guess I keep overestimating how much people actually care about me. Maybe I should have learned something by now.”

“Maybe you’re just looking at the wrong people,” Leo said quickly, and looked up with a smile, a small one, then down again. “I know a few others who got out. They don’t seem to have trouble, so, you know, if you needed a job or something, you could work in my mom’s workshop. With me. Or here. I’m sure Celeste and Pascal would be all right with it.”

Logan felt taken off guard. “Oh. I…” he thought of the powder packets in his bag. Of the Carrows. How much do you think you owe us by now?

Others? he wanted to ask. What others? 

“Just think about it,” Leo said, and turned towards one of the stove tops to check on some boiling water.

“Yeah. Okay.”

They sat in silence for a long moment.

“It’s a boat,” Leo began suddenly, answering Logan’s yet unasked question. The Voldemort. What his father had been looking for. It was almost like Leo was thanking him for telling the truth about his situation. An eye for an eye. A truth for a truth. Logan sort of liked that consistency. “Was a boat. In the eighteenth century.”

“Oh,” Logan said.

“Biggest story on Hogwarts,” Leo said. “Ten thousand pieces of gold, all fallen to the depths of the ocean just off of Hogwarts’ shores…and never seen again.”

“But if it’s just off the shore…”

Leo smiled a little, shaking his head. “But you have to know where off the shore. Otherwise, you have a whole circumference of miles and miles of open water to work with.”

“And your dad figured it out?”

Leo shrugged, expression closing off a little. “He thought he did.” He cleared his throat as he put an order on the counter for a waiter to take away, and ripped another piece of paper down from the line up to look at. “The Cradle. You know it?”

Logan shook his head.

“It’s a sort of…horse shoe shaped cluster of islands, just off of our southern tip.”

“Salazar,” Logan said quietly.

Leo nodded. “Salazar.”

“Your dad was a treasure hunter,” Logan said slowly. “He was looking for a treasure.”

“Yeah,” Leo said, flipping a crab cake in sizzling oil. “He was.”

“And did he find it? Do you want to find it?”

“I don’t know,” Leo whispered, busy hands stilling. “He never came home.”

Logan nodded.

“He wanted to find it,” Leo said softly. “Really badly. And I… I feel like I should.”

“And was he close?”

Leo glanced up from his knife. “Yes.”

“Leonardo,” a voice came suddenly, entering the restaurant. “What does your mother feed you, you gorgeous specimen?”

Logan froze. He knew that voice.

Leo rolled his eyes, and looked at the newcomers. “Fuck off, Saint. Hey, Sirius.”

“Hi,” a second voice came, and it was closer, almost beside Logan at the bar.

Leo’s eyes caught on Logan’s again, probably meaning to introduce him, but he stopped instead.

“What’s wrong?” Leo asked.

But Logan just shook his head, and then the newcomers—Saint and Sirius—were leaning against the bar. Logan felt the breath beside him catch just as his own had, and he turned to look.

Logan thought the boy standing beside him looked different. Older. More muscular. Squarer jaw. But the same. Same eyes. Same shock of blond hair. Same warm, brown skin.

“Logan?” Saint breathed, his eyes disbelieving.

Logan went to open his mouth, when Saint’s arms were around him suddenly.

“It’s Saint,” he said softly, just for Logan’s ears. He squeezed him tighter. “God, you’re here.”

“Saint?” Logan whispered into his shoulder. No one had touched him like this in what felt like forever.

“Yeah,” Saint said. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

Logan shrugged. “I…yeah, okay.”

“Knutty,” Saint’s serious expression morphed into a grin. He leaned against the counter, keeping his palm on Logan. “Handsome as ever.”

Logan blinked at Saint, then at Leo. “Knutty?”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to a word he says.”

“Oh, Logan already knows not to do that,” Saint laughed. He tapped his cross necklace. “We’re practically brothers.”

“Oh,” Leo blinked. “Right.”

The other boy—Sirius—looked just as taken aback.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Saint called in a sing-song voice, looking at Sirius. “Order for us, won’t you? And get us a table? Logan,” Saint nodded towards the door. “Come hither.”

Logan was so thankful to see Saint, he nearly tripped while getting up. A familiar face. A familiar anything. Saint had gotten out almost seven years ago. He’d been there one day, in his bed, in classes, in the courtyard, and gone the next.

“Sweetheart?” Logan asked, glancing back inside at the dark-haired boy, Sirius.

Saint just put his hands on Logan’s arms, eyes more intent than Logan had ever seen them, then on Logan’s cheeks. “Holy shit, how did you get out?”

Logan felt his heart slow, then speed up. He swallowed dryly. “Finn. How did you?”

Saint ignored the question.

“Finn,” Saint repeated, nodding. “Of course. When?”

“About a month ago. And he—he’s still in there,” Logan said. “He’s…And I’m—”

“I hear you,” Saint said. He jerked his head over to the table. “Not now. Let’s get back.”

“Saint?” Logan asked again.

Saint rolled his eyes. “Leave it alone. For now.”

~

Saint hadn’t been ready. He hadn’t seen Logan in nine years, but he’d know his face anywhere. All eyelashes and sad, green eyes. A smile he wore with Finn only. He looked spooked now, and tired. They’d sat at the bar, watching one of Leo’s shifts go and another one come, then moved to a table. Watching it get dark outside now, Saint wondered where Logan had been living for a month.

He eyed the backpack that Logan held so protectively close, and thought of the way Dorcas did the same thing.

Saint had a bad feeling.

“So, how’d you two meet?” Sirius said, gesturing between Logan and Leo with a fry when Leo brought over more water.

“Party,” Leo shrugged after a moment of hesitation. “Shack Beach.” He jerked his head at Saint. “You two were there, judging by Sirius’ shiner. Could hear that fight at my house, probably.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I didn’t start it.”

“True,” Saint said, wondering how he had missed Logan that night. “Some God—albeit a beautiful one—thought we were selling Crucio.”

Saint flicked his eyes over to Logan. Sure enough, he blushed.

Saint cocked his head. “The horror. Dangerous stuff.”

Leo looked at Saint quietly, and glanced at Logan, then back to him. Saint nodded. Got it, it said.

“Well, would you look who it is,” said a deep voice from behind them, and then there were two strong arms around Saint and Sirius. Pascal placed a loud kiss on each of their heads.

“Eck,” Sirius laughed. “You smell like grease, old man.”

Pascal Dumais laughed. “Grease that feeds you, maybe. And who’s this?”

“Dumo, meet Logan,” Saint said. “Logan, meet Pascal. He owns the Lion with his wife, Celeste.”

“The most beautiful woman in the world,” Pascal said, accent heavy. “Logan, it’s nice to meet you.”

Saint watched Pascal eye Logan’s necklace.

“We were together at Saint Clair,” he supplied.

“Maybe not so loud,” Logan said harshly. “Saint.”

“Oh?” Pascal said, and squinted at Logan. “Who are you with now, mon cher?”

Saint watched Logan open his mouth, frozen, and was about to speak up when—

“Me,” Leo cut in. He looked down at the carrots he was chopping as he said it. “Me and my mom.”

Oh, Saint thought.

“Oh, Leonardo,” Saint sighed. “Un ange.”

“Not my name,” Leo said.

“I know.”

“Yeah,” Logan replied to Pascal’s still questioning gaze. “Yeah.”

“I see,” Pascal nodded. “Well, I’m happy you and your mother will have a helping hand now. I miss your father dearly, mon fils.” He smiled sadly at Leo.

Leo just nodded. “Yeah.”

“Him and his treasure, eh?” Pascal said. “A wonderful man. I miss going out on that boat of his.”

Leo’s smile was small, but fond. “Those were some of his favorite mornings.”

“Treasure?” Sirius asked.

“Black!” a new voice shouted. “Thank fuck.”

Saint looked up when Sirius did. James and Remus were barreling towards them from the dark outside.

“Good lord,” Saint said. “Rain, from Olympus. Water my crops, why don’t you.”

“James?” Sirius said. “What are you—”

James and Remus walked right up to their table—Remus looking slightly more reluctant. “We have a question.”

“How did you know we were here?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “I mean, just…it’s a little out of your way, non?”

“Remus came here earlier, and when I told him—well, you’ll see—he said maybe you’d be here.”

Saint watched Sirius’ eyes narrow at Remus, confused. “Okay…”

“Well, it’s good to see you again, tweedle-hot,” Saint said to Remus. “Up close this time. We actually though you were going to sail right out of sight this morning.”

Sirius stepped on his toe beneath the table.

“Excuse me?” Remus choked out. “What the fuck did you—”

James blinked at Saint, then shook his head, as if to right his thoughts. “All right, setting every strange thing that comes out of your mouth aside for a moment —where is Dorcas?”

“Meadowes?” Logan chimed in.

James’ eyes turned on him. “You know her?”

Saint raised his hand. “I have the same question.”

“Well,” Logan hesitated. “Sure.”

“And she sells Felix,” James said, as if trying to confirm the information.

Logan narrowed his eyes. “Says you.”

James sighed. “I’m not here to turn her in, Jesus, I just have a question.”

“Do…” Sirius was looking at Logan. “Do you sell…”

“What kind of question?” Saint cut in.

Remus spoke up. “A does-she-deal-to-Luke type of question.”

Saint laughed. “Deveaux?”

“You know who Luke is, Saint,” Remus sighed.

“Well, yeah I do, Lupin, he tried to buy off me,” Saint shook his head with a tisking sound. “Turns out he’s a prejudice piece of eye candy. Who knew.”

“Come on,” James sighed, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. “Please, Sirius, come on.”

Sirius shrugged. “We don’t know who Dorcas deals to. We’re not involved.”

“If you did would you tell us?”

Sirius smiled, just a little. “Probably not. But I really don’t know.”

James sighed, sagging away from the table. He looked at Remus. “Fuck.”

“What were you hoping to accomplish here?” Sirius asked slowly.

“We—” Remus said, then sighed, too. “We were going to see if she would agree to stop. If it was her, if she would stop giving it to him.”

“We’d pay her,” James added. “Obviously.”

Saint scoffed, and Logan laughed a little, too, from beside him.

“Obviously,” Saint mimicked.

“We just meant—” Remus began.

“We know what you meant,” Sirius said.

Saint popped a fry into his mouth. “If we’ll clean your pools for a few bucks, we’ll grant you three wishes, too.”

“Jesus, Saint,” James groaned.

“Mary. Joseph—”

James ran his hands through his hair. “We’re sorry, we misspoke. We’re just trying to help our friend. His dad got taken to jail, his mom pops pills all day and night.  That’s already draining what little money the bank didn’t seize and if he wants to do anything with his life he needs a straight head. Just—fuck, we’re just asking.”

Saint prided himself on gathering information, but most of that were things he didn’t know. Luke’s dad had got taken away. But the pills? The financial distress? All of that paired with that guarded snarl the boy always seemed to wear…it almost made Saint feel sorry for Luke Deveaux. He almost said so.

Instead, he said, while twirling the cross around his neck. “Wow, he must feel like an orphan or something.”

“All right,” Remus sighed. “James, let’s just go.”

“What does he look like?” Logan said suddenly before they could turn to leave.

James looked a him warily. “Um. Sort of blond-ish. More brown-haired, I guess. Big guy, built and tall and all that. Oh, he’s got this green spot in one eye.”

Logan nodded. James raised an eyebrow. Saint waited.

“How much will you pay me to stop selling to him?” Logan finally said. He rose as he did, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “That’s a lot out of my pocket.”

“Logan,” Saint said, but Logan didn’t look at him.

James blinked. “I—oh. Oh, uh—God, what do you want? Two hundred?”

"One grand,” Logan said.

James laughed. “Dude. Who the fuck are you? No, I don’t have that much just—on me.”

“Logan,” Saint warned again, and this time Logan did look at him. Saint shook his head softly.

“Fine,” Logan said through his teeth, and held out his hand. “Two.”

James took his wallet out and handed over the cash.

“Thanks,” Remus said from a little behind James’ shoulder. “Really.”

Logan just nodded, shoved the bills into his pocket, and headed for the door.

“Pardon,” Saint sent a grin to them all, and followed him.

Once they were outside, Saint gave him a wack on the back of the head.

“Fuck,” Logan swore. “S—”

“You get out of that shit-hole and you go around selling Crucio? To Gods?”

“I—”

“I mean, seriously, what the fuck was that? Do you know how not careful that was?”

“I don’t even know who that boy is,” Logan bit back.

Saint blinked. “What?”

Logan looked out towards the ocean where they could hear the waves crashing against the shore. “He offered to pay, and so I told him what he wanted to hear. When his friend shows up hallucinating next, that’s their problem.”

Saint scoffed. “Fine, okay, clever boy. But you do sell Crucio.”

“Felix,” Logan countered. “And yes.”

“Crucio. And no.”

Logan shrugged. “I need the money.”

“For what?”

Logan looked at him and, this time, his eyes were hard. Desperate. “For Finn.”

Saint froze. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. “Excuse me?”

“If I can get enough cash, I can get Finn,” Logan said.

Saint stared at him, and then Saint laughed. Then, he laughed louder.

“You’re shitting me,” Saint said. “You think that?”

“What do you…”

“You think you can buy Finn out?” Saint repeated incredulously. “You think you can walk back in there and buy Finn out.”

Logan took a breath. “He—”

“Logan, Jesus Christ,” Saint snapped. “You walk anywhere near that place and you are never getting back out.” Saint pressed a hand to Logan’s shoulder and shook him. “Do you hear me?”

“I need to do something,” Logan shouted back. “I need to do something, I can’t just leave him in there, he’s everything to me.”

Saint shook his head. “He got you out. Don’t waste that.”

Logan nodded, eyes bright with tears now. “And you know he got punished for it. You know he did—”

“Stop,” Saint spat, glancing around, as if anyone could hear. “Don’t.”

“You could help me,” Logan said, wiping his nose. “Bash, you got out once—”

“No,” Saint said, and turned away. “No. And don’t call me that. Don’t you ever call me that.”

“Please,” Logan begged. “Please—Saint.”

Saint whirled on him again. “I am never going near there, and neither are you. Finn’s still in there, fine. But he’ll need to get himself free like us if he wants it bad enough.”

“I owe money,” Logan began, then his breathing hitched. “I owe them, I took some of it to see—to see Finn and…Bash—Saint—”

“Them?” Saint took a step forward. “Them?”

Logan pressed a hand over his eyes, but Saint walked forward and pulled it away.

“Logan,” he said lowly. “Tell me you didn’t.”

Logan closed his eyes, mouth twisting against his tears.

“Tell me, right now, that you didn’t let the Carrows tell you they’d help you. And that you didn’t believe them.”

Logan shook his head, not in negation, but in defeat. “I need him. I need him, I’m so…I’m alone.”

Saint pulled Logan against his chest and let him cry. The sobs heaved out of him for a long while, until the collar of Saint’s shirt was wet. Until Logan was breathing softly again, exhausted, and until his voice sounded shot when he spoke.

“You’re really staying with Leo?” Saint asked, more gently this time.

Logan nodded.

“I have a place, too. Here, in The Hollow. If you want.”

“With the others?” Logan rasped.

“What others?”

“How many others are out?” Logan said softly.

Saint shook his head, fingers in Logan’s hair. “Just me, that I know of.”

“You still wear it,” Logan said, pulling back to look at him. “The cross.”

Saint let his hands drop with a last touch to Logan’s hot cheek. “So do you.”

They were both silent.

“I’m sorry about Finn,” Saint said rigidly. “I know how much he meant to you.”

Logan’s brows pulled together. “He’s not dead.”

Saint nodded. “Right.”

“Saint…” Logan began, and Saint heard the almost B instead. “Would you—just thinking about it—“

“No,” Saint said, and then turned and went back inside.

Sirius, back at the table, looked at his face, and then at his wet shirt.

“Okay?” he asked softly when Saint sat down.

“Just dandy,” Saint replied, and looked towards the door. Logan was gone.

#warnings: brief mention of drugs and past abuse and death of a father #relic keel #lumosinlove #relic keel lumosinlove #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #saint #lumosinlove ocs #Logan tremblay #Leo knut #lelo #Logan Tremblay x Leo knut #o'knutzy

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Desi!Harry Fic Rec [Exploding Snap 2021]

I am playing @gameofdrarry Exploding Snap 2021. This is for Club Magicana’s Five (5) of Hufflepuff card.

Title: Forged through flowing water

Author: @tedahfromtayla

Rating: Explicit

Exploding Snap Trope: Desi!Harry

Word Count: 40,394

Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE; Post-Hogwarts; Desi Harry Potter; Black Hermione Granger; Healer Draco Malfoy; Auror Harry Potter; Diplomat Hermione Granger; Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley; Discussion of Colonialism; Magical Theory (Harry Potter); World Travel; Pining; Enemies to Friends to Lovers; Tattoos; Magical Tattoos; Sikhism; Hinduism; Hindu Holidays; Indian food; Decolonization; Accidental Drug Use; Promises; Happy Ending; Rimming; Hand Jobs; trapped in a cave; Curses; Dark Magic; kissing under the influence; Mention of Injured Children; H/D Erised 2020; POV Alternating; Yoga; Redeemed Draco Malfoy; Vegetarians & Vegans; India;Bearded Harry Potter; Anal Fingering; Love Bites; Dirty Talk

Summary: When Hermione sets up a diplomatic mission to begin repairing the damage British colonisation did to Indian magical communities Harry isn’t going to pass on the opportunity to visit and help his family’s home country. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions about the personnel she had recruited for it before signing on because Malfoy surely has an ulterior motive to be there.

Or

Harry goes back to India to rediscover some of his lost roots. He meets Malfoy there. Hijinks ensue!

Excerpts: "If we could go up [Shaheed Minar] you would be able to see the entire city from there. It used to be the eye of Britain on its subjects and now it's the men who freed her standing tall in its centre." Harry looked up at the top quietly, there was something pulling at his heart as he stood under it. He was the exact same as this monument. England had claimed him as its own, making his face a symbol for something Harry wasn't sure he could represent. He never wanted to stand for anything bigger than himself and his family. But without a real family or a definite sense of self, it had been all too easy for other people to build him up into a figurehead. Could he be rededicated too? Find his true meaning now that Voldemort and the war had been gone for a decade?

**

There were no more words exchanged between them until they finished eating and left the temple. There was nothing Malfoy could offer and Harry was satisfied he was starting to understand. When they gave back the scarves and slipped their shoes back on, Harry knew that something had passed between them, that the effort of making himself seen by Malfoy was paying off. In the end, Hermione might have been right again, it looked like there was something salvageable in the man, after all.

**

In those quiet moments, Draco looked at him, the dying sun turning his profile into cut bronze, and saw the fire that never left his green eyes. He'd imagined Potter would retire to a life of leisure after the war. He'd seemed the type to need to settle down, process his trauma and get a family, go back to a peaceful home. But he'd miscalculated. The fight wasn't done for Potter, and there was no home for him in England, just like there was no home for Draco there, not anymore.

Rec Notes: Draco is Healer, working with the wizarding equivalent of Doctors Without Borders, when Hermione recruits him for the mission in West Bengal. Harry, an Auror, is brought on as security, partnered with the only other Desi Auror on the force. 

The writing in this story is so vivid. It makes me crave these places I’ve never visited and foods I’ve never eaten. The author’s world building is amazing as well, with fleshed out wizarding cultures and the ramifications of wizarding colonialism. 

This was an amazing enemies to lovers slow burn. In the first couple chapters, Harry hates Draco so much, it's difficult to imagine him falling for Draco. From Draco’s POV, it appears that he has atoned and that he is the right, but then there is a switch that's flipped and we see that maybe Draco hasn’t truly atoned. But once Harry see’s that Draco is willing to really make a change, he loses his anger and starts to help him. It's just so beautiful!!

The story is truly a masterpiece. I recommend it to anyone that wants a slow burn that takes place in another fully actualized wizarding community. 

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