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JAMES LOVES SIRIUS SO MUCHHHHHH
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Revision in the common room!
James is rambling about the rubbish in his transfig book, and it seems that's it's not the first time as everyone ask him to shut up!
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sucks that if you show someone your cool new bruise they usually say something like "yeowch!" or "oh no how did you get that?" instead of ooh so pretty i like the shape & colors
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Remus comes back from war, but it's one of those videos of soldiers seeing their dogs again for the first time in months/years. Padfoot is wagging his tail uncontrollably and snuffling into Remus' neck, and Remus is crying into his fur, holding him so tight.
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Lyall wakes up.
There is a fear in his heart he has only felt three times before this night.
The first time was when the bloody baron had decided to take a rest on his bed in his first year of hogwarts. The second time was when he met his first dementor. And the third time was when fenrir greyback howled, loud enough to wake up him and hope, just before he bit his toddler.
Lyall grabs for his wand, which he keeps on his nightstand at all times.
"It's not there, lyall," a soft voice announces.
Lyall sits up.
"Don't be afraid, love. I'm just holding it for now..."
"Remus, what are you doing here?" Lyall asks after some consideration.
A wand lights up, illuminating the gentle smile on his sons face. A chill runs down lyalls spine, and he isn't sure what to contribute it to.
"Had a lovely chat with a mutual acquaintance of ours. Fenrir greyback, to be exact. Remember him?"
Lyall swallows, though it feels like he's breathing in gravel. He was supposed to be dead. Or in azkaban. Not much of a difference, honestly. The smile on his sons face grows brighter. It's like his eyes are glowing on their own.
"Yeah, he had a lot to say about you. Horrendous things, if you ask me. I didn't want to believe him. Werewolves are cruel predators, afterall, right?"
Lyall wants to shake his head, but he feels like a full body bind was cast upon him.
"Yes, father, that is what I thought when greyback told me about you. But then, you also taught me to always check my sources. Which I did."
Remus stands up. Lyall sees his cloak ripple in the soft light of his wand, and smooth out.
"But there are records. Court reporters. Gossip articles. You were pretty famous back in your days, weren't you?"
Lyall can now smell his son. The detergent hope had brought into their home. Remus' own scent, more mature now, yet reminiscent of the way he smelt when he was still a newborn. And sometimes else. Something dangerous. Like hinkipanks. It takes too long for lyall to understand what that scent means. Blood.
Lyall flinches.
"Don't worry, dad," Remus says softly. But the dip in the mattress is sending new waves of horror through lyall. "I won't do to you what you caused for me."
His teeth gleam in the lumos. Briefly, lyall thinks that he did well to invest in remus' dental health. They look bright and straight now. They're likely to stay with remus for the majority of his life.
A warmth takes hold of lyall's crotch, and, against his own better judgement, lyall hopes that he had peed himself. But the pressure builds, and with it do the tears in his eyes.
"Son..."
"I will now take mine, father. Just relax..." Remus whispers, his hot breath ghosting against lyalls cheeks.
Its painful. Its horrifying. Lyall feels like he's deserves everything that is happening to him. And he hopes he won't have to see the man that is in him now again. This man. His son.
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Orion wins two tickets to a highly prestigious quidditch game, for the best seats in the stadium. The catch is that it's only two seats. And his wife and both of his sons really want to join him. So they compete for the seats. He makes them jump through hoops, enjoying the power. It's sirius, at last, who calls his bluff.
Sirius: you were never going to take regulus or me, were you?
Orion: what tipped me off?
Sirius: I heard you and mother consummating your marriage at least twice a night since you announced your tickets
Orion: so you're stepping back from the competition?
Sirius: why should I debase myself more than I already have, when mother is the only one able to give you what you want?
Orion: [spreading his legs, showing off his bulge] who said she was the only one? Your chances just skyrocketed... son, open your mouth!
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"Why can't the freaks on AO3 just go and make a site for all the gross stuff and leave AO3 alone."
Because AO3 is that site. Because AO3 was that site long before you decided AO3 was better than the sites you bullied us off of before, and I can promise you if someone somehow comes up with a fanfic site you like better specifically for the 'gross stuff' you'll try to bully us off that too so you can benefit from it.
AO3's specific core purpose is to preserve fanfiction, yes, but it was also instigated as a host site for the fanfiction that kept getting yeeted off other platforms like Wattpad. Its designed to preserve all fanfiction, not just the fanfiction you, personally, think is 'allowed' to be written.
AO3 is the site for all the gross stuff the freaks make. We've been there just as long as you. We've been funding it just as long as you have. AO3 has specifically said you have a place here. The timeline was literally:
Wattpad/FF.net/LiveJournal purge fanfics > AO3 is born > The people who's fics got purged moved over to AO3 > AO3 gains popularity as the best functioning site > The people who pushed for the fics to be purged off Wattpad move to AO3 > The same people try to push for AO3 to purge fics.
AO3's source coding is open-access. You go make a polished, strict, rigid site where nothing 'icky' is allowed. You go make a site where you can control what is hosted. We already have our space.
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Come with me, never look back.
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Shoutout to everyone feeling “behind in life." Know that this is a myth. Your life is unfolding at its own unique, perfect pace. Every path is unique, and every step, no matter when it’s taken, is exactly on time. Stay the course; triumph awaits.
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Can you stop putting your heteronormativity into my queer ships...
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