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alwaysonf1 · 2 months

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wtf just happened?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Mild "slander" of French speakers. Language. (Mild)

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: N/A

“Iman.”

Nothing.

“Iman.”

More silence.

“Iman Marie!”

Ignoring the shouting was her plan, but that was when it was from just outside her room. That last one was right in her ear, making her jump and then without looking, she uses the pillow next to her to hit Logan in the head.

The man truly took annoying little brother to heart. And just like any sister she wanted to kill him. Not kill him dead, but just enough so he would leave her alone. Even in the midst of her angst she didn’t want the idiot dead, she would sadly miss him very much.

“Ow!” he says.

“You should have left me alone,” she mumbles into her other pillow.

“No, we have plans. And you moping around like a dork isn’t going to change that. I don’t even know why since you wanted this.”

Iman pushes herself up a little and turns her head at a speed that should hurt her neck. Her eyes narrow on her friend who looks annoyed and amused as he rubs his face. Her accuracy clearly worked in her favor. However, she can’t find it in herself to be happy about that.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she whines.

“Because you’re being dramatic.” Logan rolls his eyes as he says it and moves out of range for her to throw anything at him.

Not that she plans to throw anything else at him. Iman can’t find the energy to attack him for what he said. Partly because she knows it’s true, even if she does glare at him for it.

There are few times in life she’s felt more like a big baby than now. She’s capable of handling her emotions. Lewis always made it clear that she was allowed and should always accept how she’s feeling because those feelings aren’t wrong, but that she has to temper her reactions. To be fair most of that had to do with her wanting to fight a racist or anyone who had some reach of a comment to say about him, but it wasn’t the only place he ever applied that kind of thing. He always said he knows the influence he’d have on her life and he wanted to ensure that she didn’t have to learn some of the hard parts like he did. Which she appreciated.

But goodness it didn’t help at the moment.

Charles Leclerc kissed her a little less than twenty-four hours ago. Something she’d hope would happen sooner rather than later. Something she was going to try to make happen herself because she was tired of playing whatever game it was that meant she withheld her feelings for the man. And because everyone who knew her was annoying and pestering her.

Now she’s finally experienced it, and her reaction was to play it cool in his face and then put her phone on Do Not Disturb so he couldn’t reach her to talk about it. Something she knows has happened because he’s reached out to Lewis, Logan, Alex and Lily to make sure she’s okay.

More than anything she wishes the urge to vomit stemmed from thinking that Charles wants to tell her that he regrets the kiss. That it meant nothing and that he wants to continue being friends. Or not friends at all. But she doesn’t have that voice in her head. Instead, the one she’s dealing with focuses on what comes next. There are obvious answers, but something about it is stressing her out.

Something she’s wanted for a while now lacks the joy it deserves and it’s driving her up a wall.

She’s acting like Charles. She’s not an overthinker and yet that fucking Monégasque has her in shambles. How dare a French speaking man do this to her at all.

A pillow slams into her face and her head whips back and then forward at a speed that could probably induce whiplash. Logan is sitting on her bed with a pillow in his hands. It’s angled back like he plans to do it again, but then he sets it down.

“What the fuck, Logan?” she shouts.

“Mate, you were zoning out.”

“So, you hit me with a pillow?”

“You hit me first!”

Her hand twitches and moves toward another pillow and he reassumes the position prepared to attack her too.

“I didn’t believe you.”

“I told you.”

The voices draw her attention from her stare down with Logan to her doorway. In it stands Lewis and Sebastian. Iman is familiar with the man and feels comfortable around him, but his presence confuses her so much that the urge to throttle Logan leaves her.

“Hi Seb,” both her and Logan say.

“Hello. Did we walk into a war?” he asks.

“No.”

Lewis rolls his eyes. “Then what did we walk into?”

“Her being stupid.”

Both pillows fly without a word and it’s a flurry of them hitting each other and failing to dodge. It only lasts for what’s probably seconds and both of them have made it off the bed and onto the floor with

“Okay, separate kids.”

Like creepy twins they go from glaring at each other to Lewis and again he rolls his eyes at them. Iman and Logan put the man through a lot, so he’s used to their brand of nonsense.

Sebastian is barely concealing a laugh as he watches all this and Iman fights not to turn her irritation on him. She’d laugh too if she was watching this mess.

Lewis claps his hands and like well trained dogs they release their pillows and sit on her bed. She’s still glaring at her brother, but she’s toned it down.

“You stop hitting her with pillows. You know how she gets.” He points to Logan.

“She started it. I was just defen…” A single look from Lewis shuts him up and Logan huffs, but nods.

“And you.” As he says it all three sets of eyes are intently on me. “Pull it together, yeah. The first few hours were fine, but this is a bit much. I won’t tell you how to feel, but you’re happy about it, he’s happy about it. Stop being a dunce and do something about it. Man is blowing up my phone.”

“Mine too,” Seb chimes in.

“You texted him first,” Lewis says.

A grin that Iman considers evil, because it’s only ever present when he’s up to no good, spreads across Sebastian's face. The man likes to be in the know and he’s fond of his former teammate, so his self-insertion isn’t surprising in the least.

However, as quickly as that look of mischief comes, it goes. Sebastian is still smiling, but there’s a seriousness to his demeanor that makes Iman a little uneasy.

“Don’t hurt his feelings or yours.”

Then they’re both gone.

Iman is unsure of what to do or say, so she just sits there. A million thoughts bubble inside of her head, but she blocks them all out. Lingering on even one of them could lead her back to where she was minutes ago, and Lewis is right. He’s often right.

Logan exhales. “You know I just want you happy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So be happy. You’ve been pining after the guy for a while now. He’s finally made it clear he’s ready and available. That he feels something for you, even if you don’t fully know what that is yet. Don’t play around and overthink it. You’ll kick yourself for it later. Hell, I know you’re doing it now.”

She nods but says nothing. Still doesn’t know what to say, but she does lean her head down on Logan’s shoulder. The gesture is one of the usual casual affection, but also a silent thank you. He knew what to say and she knew that before he’d even shown up at her place, thus her ignoring his pestering to begin with. Being stubborn is on brand for her.

He pats her head and then abruptly he stands up, leaving her barely any time to adjust herself so she doesn’t fall over. The glare is back on her face, but Logan just smiles as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Now get up and get ready. We’re already running late and you’re the one who begged me to come try that new place with you.”

She rolls her eyes, but nods.

Logan heads toward the door, but then turns around. He tosses something at her, and she flinches a little, but is calmed by her phone landing on her legs.

“Oh, and text him back.”

Then he too is gone. Probably to raid the fridge.

Iman’s gaze doesn’t leave the phone in her lap even as a retort is on the tip of her tongue. She doesn’t hate when Logan’s right, however when she’s in a mood it can be annoying. And the addition of him, Lewis, and Sebastian Vettel, all calling her out takes it to another level.

They’re right and she wants to stop feeling like such a mess over it. All these emotions are overwhelming, and the real problem is she can’t isolate any of them so they can be tackled one by one. Hell, she can’t even get them down to pairs.

What is obvious to her is that she’s happy and hopes that a step has been taken in the right direction. That this will hopefully lead to her no longer having to deal with getting her hopes up just for another girl to show up on his arm. That phrasing makes it seem like it’s constant and he’s never been single for a second between girlfriends, but even when there are months between them it always feels like it was nothing more than a day for her.

A soft scream escapes her lips, and she falls back onto the bed. She’s overthinking again and it’s close to sending her into a spiral. The last thing she needs is that, especially when he’s part of the summer vacation group. This putting a damper on things is out of the question and she refuses to be awkward like some little kid dealing with their crush.

With a sigh she sits up, tosses the phone on the bed, and gets up. Without a second glance she walks into her bathroom and closes the door.

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Charles stares at his phone like he’s done for the past few hours. He tried to tell himself that Iman drank quite a bit the night before so she might still be recovering. Or that she wants a chill day and is away from her phone, something he’s witnessed first-hand. Hell, he’s even thrown in that maybe she’s just busy despite knowing that Williams refuses to call in their people on their days off without an emergency and both drivers have told him there hasn’t been one and that she’s fine.

Which means she’s intentionally not responding to him. And he is trying so hard not to seem desperate that the possibility of her regretting kissing him is all he can think about. Something he’s reassured himself that isn’t true. Something his brothers and friends have told him is a dumb idea to even entertain. But he can’t help but wonder if he fucked up when she won’t respond to him.

As he sits there, he tries to tell himself he needs to get ready for the early dinner he promised a group of his friends that he’d attend. But he can’t break his eyes away. Which he thinks is fucking ridiculous. That he is yet again being ridiculous.

So, he closes his eyes and takes a breath. Then without opening them he gets up from the couch and turns away from it and his phone. His eyes open and he takes a step. His phone makes a high-pitched sound and vibrates like crazy.

Like a man possessed he turns around and snatches it up. It’s unlocked before he can truly think to do it and then his eyes are glued to the message, his body sitting without him telling it to.

Air leaves his lungs and Charles melts into his couch. His entire body relaxes, and he feels the corners of his lips inch upward, something they hadn’t done since he realized Iman was ignoring his attempts to reach out.

His friends would never let him hear the end of it if he ever admitted how much that simple greeting did for him.

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mochinek0 · 3 months

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Love Ballads-Ch.2

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"Hello, Adrien!" chimed Lila, placing the call on speaker, "Are you as excited for today's date as much as I am?"

"Hello, Lila." Adrien acted, "Yes. I'm excited, as well."

Lila smile grew as she looked in the mirror. She had chosen the perfect dress to make him fall for her.

"I can't wait to see all our friends again." Adrien smiled, knowingly spoiling her plans.

"What?" she asked, dropping her mocha lipstick.

"Yeah, it's already been approved by Father." the model continued, "Every Saturday is couples night with our friends from College."

"Really?" asked Lila, as she started to bite on her thumbnail.

"Yep." Adrien smirked, "Nino suggested it."

"Who else is going?" she asked, staring at her tangerine dress.

"I don't know really, just that it's mostly couples." he stated, "Anyways, I just texted you the address. I'll meet you there."

"Oh?" she whined, "You're not picking me up? Boyfriends really should-"

"No, I have to leave early. I have a shoot at dawn, but you're welcome to catch up with everyone. I can't wait! " Adrien replied, before hanging up on his supposed girlfriend.

'How could he just ruin my plans like this? He was suppose to be a good boy and pick me up for our date! He was suppose to take me to dinner so I could show all of Paris he's mine! I can't even dress up, but I can't go casual either. Time to make Agreste Jr see what he's missing out on.'

"Casual yet flirty." she smiles, putting together her new outfit.

"Adrien, Bro!" Nino cried as he pulled his best friend into a hug.

"It's good to see you too, Nino!" replied Adrien with a hug.

"So where's Lila?" Nino asked, breaking the hug.

"She's on her way. I got a shoot at dawn so I thought it was better to come separate. I didn't want her reunion with you guys to be cut short on my account." the model smiled.

"Hey, Sunshine!" called Alya, enveloping him into a hug as well.

Soon everyone was pulling him into a hug until only Marinette was left.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien smiled.

"Hey, Adrien." she smiled in return, "It's good to see you again."

'No stutter? When did that happen?'

Suddenly, he was enveloped by the scent of lilies and rain as she hugged him.

"You too." he smiled, faintly recalling his mother, "What have you been up to?"

"Um, university." She mumbled, "I'm in the fashion program."

"I knew your sketches were amazing!" Adrien grinned, "Are you here alone?"

"Oh! Um, no. I-I came with Nathaniel." Marinette answered.

"Oh. Um, that's nice." murmured the young model, only to receive a nod, "How long?"

"Four months?" she questioned.

"So, it's still new?" he asked.

"Yeah, thought I'd give it a shot." Mari shrugged, receiving a curt nod in return.

"Alright; it's time for the duet!" cried out Alya.

Everyone groaned in response.

"Oh, stop it! We do this every week. So, who's starting?" she asked, looking around the room, "Sunshine, you're up."

"I don't have-" he began.

"Mari, join him." interrupted Alya.

Marinette groaned, but still got up from her seat. Adrien and Marinette took the stage and grabbed a mic.

"Babe!" hissed Nino.

She shushed him. Alya ignored the looks thrown her way from everyone else. Yes, she knew that Marinette was technically seeing Nathaniel, but she also knew her girl wasn't in love with him. Maybe, a tiny part of her hoped, now that they were older, Adrien would finally see how amazing Marinette was.

"So, how do we do this?" Adrien questioned.

"Hit the random button and we sing whatever comes up." Marinette answered.

"Okay." he replied.

'That's simple enough.'

They watched as the song list shuffled rapidly before settling on 'Why Don't You Love Me'.

Adrien noticed the petite designer freeze up and the room became silent.

"Um, is-is this okay?" the model asked, confused by the air in the room.

"Uh, ye-yeah." she replied, taking a deep breath. Marinette turned and smiled at him.

"Ready?" Mari asked.

"Yep." he smiled.

Adrien closed his eyes and gulped. It was his first time singing in front of his friends.

'I can do this.'

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See , I can't wake up

I'm living a nightmare,

That keeps playing over again

Locked in a room so hung up on you and you're cool with just being friends,

Left on the side lines,

Stuck at a red light,

Waiting for my time and I can't see

When the duet began, Adrien turned his head towards his partner and smiled as Marinette sang beautifully along with him. She belted out the melody, perfectly.

Why don't you love me,

Touch me,

Tell me I'm your everything

'Wow. Marinette's just as amazing as always.'

The air you breathe,

And why don't you love me,

Baby,

Open up your heart tonight,

'cause I could be all that you need,

Oh,

Why don't you love me?

As Marinette began to sing her part, Adrien found he couldn't look away from her.

See I'm just to scared to tell you the truth,

'cause my heart, it can't take anymore.

Adrien took a step back, as she suddenly turned and looked at him as she sang. Suddenly, it was like she was only singing for him. It was hard to fight the blush that was trying to take over his face.

Broken and bruised,

Longing for you and I don't know,

What I'm waiting for.

Left on the side lines,

Stuck at the red light,

Waiting for my time,

Taking a deep breath, Adrien returned the melody with as much passion as she did.

So just tell me,

Why don't you love me.

Adrien couldn't help but smile, as a blush overtook her face when he sang back to her.

Touch me,

This time her eyes were on him.

Tell me I'm your everything

The air you breathe,

And why don't you love me,

Baby,

Open up your heart tonight

'cause I could be all that you need

Why don't you give me a reason?

Give me a reason

Please tell me the truth

You know, that I keep believing

I keep believing

'til I'm with you

Adrien slowly reached out and grasped Marinette's hand.

Why don't you love me?

Startled, Marinette quickly looked at their hands, before returning her gaze back at him. Only when she looked up, she found he had closed the gap, bringing their hands to his chest.

Kiss me

She couldn't help but look away.

'Why does it feel like I'm begging for a kiss?' she wondered.

I can feel your heart tonight

It's killing me (killing me)

So why don't you love me?

Touch me

Tell me I'm your everything

The air you breathe

And why don't you love me?

Baby?

Open up your heart tonight

'cause I could be all that you need

Why don't you love me?

As the song ended, Marinette quickly set down the microphone and hurried to her seat. She took a deep breath as she calmed her traitorous heart.

'It wasn't a confession; I have Nathaniel! I can't fall for Adrien again! This is suppose to be my time to get over him!'

Confused, Adrien sets down his mic on the stand. As he went to his seat, he noticed Alya looking at her phone.

'Was I that bad?'

"Congrats, Man! You killed it with that song!" Nino claimed, clapping him on the back.

"You both harmonized beautifully." stated Luka.

Mari blushed in response and took a sip of her drink. Luka had never said that about her and Nathaniel. She decided it was best to ignore him, missing Alix elbowing him in the ribs.

"Hey, I found someone." called Nathaniel as he entered the room.

"Adrien!" Lila cried, throwing her arms arounf him.

"Lila?" he questioned.

"I tried calling you when I got here, but-" she sniffed.

'I completely forgot she was coming. I was having fun, too.'

"She was a little lost and once she mentioned Nino, I figured she was with us." intervened Nathaniel, while Lila buried herself in Adrien's shirt.

"Thanks, Nathaniel. Sorry, I had the first song so none of us heard my phone go off." Adrien winced.

Lila took a look around the room. It really was people from their college days, including Marinette. Lila smiled in Mari's direction, as she hugged Adrien tighter. Marinette rolled her eyes in response to Lila's childishness. Adrien sighed at the girl's actions towards each other.

'Right, they never got along. Marinette was the only other person who figured out Lila's a scheming manipulator.'

"It's so nice to see everyone again!" greeted Lila.

Adrien ignored the excitement in the room, as Nathaniel went over to Marinette and took the seat next to her.

Five more songs were sung before the alarm on his phone went off.

"Sorry, everyone." Adrien stated as he stood up, "I have to head out. I have a shoot at dawn."

"Yeah, better get your beauty sleep, Model Boy." teased Alya.

Everyone quickly pulled their old friend into a hug.

"Do you still play?" asked Luka, as he patted him on the back.

"Yeah." the model answered.

"We should try and jam on one of your off days." Luka insisted.

"Right, cause those exist." Adiren chuckled, "Maybe one of these Wednesdays, whenever we hit your place."

"Sounds great!" replied Luka, "Mind if I get your number?"

"Oh, me too!" cried Alya.

"Same!" shouted Ivan.

Soon everyone was inputting their number into his phone. Lila latched onto his arm as everyone played 'Pass the Potato' with his phone.

"Oh, I forgot the best part!" Adrien interjected, before she could try and talk her way out of it, "Lila is staying! She told me how much she was excited to see everyone again. Right?"

"Of course!" she smiled.

'Again! How does he keep ruining everything? It wouldn't have taken much to walk out to the car with him for some privacy and leave these losers here. At least I have a toy to play with. Time to go for the kill.'

"So, Marinette." Lila prodded, knowing that being with Adrien must be killing the so-called designer, "How long have you and Nathaniel been together?"

Marinette giggled, "Four months."

"What's so funny about your dating life?" she asked, catching Nathaniel attention.

"I can see why you and Adrien are going out." Mari answered, "You're so much alike."

"What do you mean?" Lila questioned.

"Adrien also asked about my dating life." Mari smiled, as Lila simmered in her anger.

'This is not how this was suppose to go!'

"Adrien asked about us?" asked Nathaniel.

"Yeah, well, you were in the restroom and he asked if I was here by myself. Once I told him I was here with you, he asked 'how long' as well." Marinette said, before clapping as Alya took the stage.

'Why would Adrien want to know about if Marinette was here by herself? He's dating Lila; a model! At least she didn't deny it, right?'

"Did you ask about us?" asked Lila, interrupting his thoughts.

"Nope. In fact I had no clue he had a date til you arrived. We sang the duet, at Alya's insistence. He sang since it was his first night and Nathaniel wasn't here." replied Marinette, as she looked at the drink menu.

Lila simmered throughout the night as her scheme crumbled. Marinette didn't seem remotely jealous of her relationship with Adrien Agreste. She was too busy dating the redhead. It made her sick to see them so affectionate with each other.

Marinette on the other hand was eager to get home. Nathaniel was acting weird. She wasn't one for PDA. They had held hands and she's kissed him on the cheek before rushing off to class, but for him to drape his arm around her...it was too much. Mari smiled and lowered his arm off her, before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

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guiltypleasureswriting · 17 days

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Written Apr 10, 2024

“Rogue Death Eaters in custody! Auror Armstrong Thunderquill dead after Ministry raid!”

Regulus tracked the voice crying out over the crowds of shoppers to a small stand with the newest copy of the Daily Prophet. He dropped a few knots into the seller's hand and pushed Harry into a quieter corner. He shook out the newspaper and read.

A Ministry raid that took place last evening (December 2nd) at approximately 21:27 resulted in the capture of two, currently unnamed, Death Eaters and the death of the Auror case leader, Armstrong Thrunderquill. The Ministry informed the public this morning of the Death Eaters’ involvement in the death of James F. Potter, father of Harry J. Potter. The name ‘Potter’ is well known these days. An attack on October 31, 1981 by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named on Lily Evans Potter, her partner, and Harry Potter resulted in the loss of Ms. Evans and partner Ms. Mary MacDonald. Just four years later, on the anniversary of the defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the house of James and Harry Potter was attacked by vengeful Death Eaters. The young Mr. Potter was found alive and well by one Remus Lupin, a friend of the family. The senior Mr. Potter did not appear to be so lucky as his body could not be found intact. After this event, Headmaster of Hogwarts School Albus Dumbledore put Harry Potter in the custody of extended family members on his muggle side for his safety. Last night, after a month of searching, the two Death Eaters responsible for James Potter’s death were apprehended and taken into Ministry Custody. We are saddened by the loss of Auror Armstrong Thunderquill and extend our condolences to his family. Obituary and funeral service infor-

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queerpumpkinnn · 1 year

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In which Sirius realizes that he loves you in a different way than the other Marauders.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six coming soon!

Summary: The return to school and a haphazard prank leads to your stomach housing butterflies for someone you didn't expect.

Pairing: Bestfriend!Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: Light cursing, not much for part one. Reader shares a dormitory with Lily/Mary/Dorcas/Marlene, but they/them pronouns are used (I try my best to avoid using reader pronouns at all though).

While reading, I recommend you listen to valentine's day - a spotify playlist by me!

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement. Most of it was coming from the first years. You'd been coming here for years- but you'd be lying if you said it didn't thrill you to think that you'd be spending the next nine months here.

As you followed the line of students through the corridor, your mind wandered to the previous years and the memories you'd made. Most of them were some variation of parading through the halls with a select four kids that had for some reason adopted you, partially against your will, into their group. You'd grown to love them- James with his idiotic jokes and cheerful spirit, Remus as the wise anchor and appointed mother of the group, Peter as the supportive confidant, and Sirius as the mischievous flirt.

No, there weren't many like the Marauders.

An assault of various, luring scents snapped you out of your trip down memory lane. You now had your attention focused on the warm light bathing the Great Hall from the candles hovering over the four grand tables stretching from one side of the room to another.

After moving up onto your tiptoes to look over the many heads in front of you, it didn't take long for your eyes to find your typical spot towards the end. Remus was already sitting there with his nose buried in a book, so much so that it looked as though there was a mop of unruly chestnut hair growing from the pages.

Just as you began to step towards the table, you were jolted by two hands coming up from behind to rest on either shoulder. You were shocked for about half a second before you opened your mouth to yelp and were met with a familiar scent that you'd come to know belonged to none other than-

"Sirius Orion Black!" You half laughed, half scolded when the head of your attacker peeped out from over your shoulder, mirth-filled eyes meeting yours.

"In the flesh." He grinned, stepping back to fall in line and walk with you. The two of you fell easily into light conversation, witty remarks and laughs tossed back and forth.

In the few moments you'd had to look at him, you were taken aback. He looked different. His hair was longer, brushing against his shoulders and still silky and ad-worthy as always. His skin seemed clearer, eyes brighter despite the bags under them. Something life with the Potters had earned him, you supposed. As you knew from experience, summer days at James' house far surpassed those at Sirius'. But you could still detect the worry under his eyes, in regard to his younger brother, no doubt.

But that was a story for another time. You were safe at Hogwarts, and right now that was enough.

The raven-haired boy and you had found your place at the Gryffindor table, you sitting across from Remus where Sirius opted to sit beside him, ruffling his hair as he walked behind the boy.

Now that you could see Sirius properly (and discreetly), you took a moment to drink him in. Despite having a hair tie around his wrist, his ebony locks still remained free, a few draping over his face and remaining there even after he tucks them behind an ear or blows them away. His eyes were alive as he spoke to Remus, hands moving animatedly to express more dramatically the story he was telling. His teeth, though the light in the room was a warm yellow, were pearly white, and when he smirked wide enough you could see his distinct canines gleam, as though they wanted to show off how surprisingly sharp they were.

Somewhere along the line, Sirius glanced over to you a few times. You thanked Merlin he was already telling a story, so it wasn't unusual for you to be watching him.

"Well, if it isn't three of my favorite people!" The telltale bellow of James Potter sounded a small ways away. You turned your head a bit to notice the bespectacled boy approaching your table, Peter following in his wake in a much less attention-attracting manner.

"Prongs! Haven't seen you since this afternoon!" Sirius laughed, standing and clapping his friend on the back. Peter greeted his friends with a more timid and calm manner, seating himself on the other side of Remus, who seemed to be conflicted between annoyance and happiness.

James plopped rather animatedly beside you, slapping his hands on the table in a way that showed he had something important to say. "Since some of us-" he gave a pointed look to you- "were in a different cabin on the train, I'll give a rundown of this year's festivities."

"Festivities," Remus snorted, resting his cheek in his palm, "that's one way to put it."

James ignored his friend's comment, proceeding to explain in full detail the plan he and Sirius had hatched for a first-night prank. While you knew any idea that popped into the mind of James Potter was sure to land you in detention, you listened, and you had to say it was quite funny.

"This is our year," was the last thing the Chaser was able to say- which he said every year- before being interrupted by the sound of a spoon clinking against a glass abnormally loudly, followed by the voice of the headmaster beginning his routine back to school speech.

You'd heard Dumbledore give this speech many times, so you weren't particularly missing out on anything when your eyes wandered to the boy who'd jump scared you earlier. He was listening, or at least pretending to. His chin was resting on his arms, which were folded on the table, so that his eyes were turned upwards so that he could watch through his eyelashes in a little pout.

Damn.

Wait, huh?

Your reeling back from your surprising thought was cut short when suddenly everyone was clapping. You joined in as well, though you only had half an idea as to what had earned the applause.

You'd fallen back into the swing of things quickly, especially once the food had appeared on the tables and students were scrambling to fill their plates. Eventually it was time to head to the dormitories, so you were forced to part ways with your boys for the night.

What a year this will be.

. . .

Just as you predicted, it didn't take long for the troublemakers to loop you in to some elaborate, yet half-baked plot that always ended in running away or hiding from the caretaker. In fourth year it hadn't even been a full twenty four hours.

This year, it hadn't been a week.

Unfortunately for you, your position at the scene of the crime was quite a ways away from the Gryffindor dormitory, so you were in for a bit of running. Sirius scrambled alongside you, cackling. Peeves' laughter mixed with his as the poltergeist wavered around in the air, whooshing in another direction. You thanked Godric that Peeves had taken a liking to your group and a disliking to the caretaker. He was usually helpful in the escape portion of your schemes.

"Here!" Sirius grabbed your wrist, yanking you into a random broom closet, swinging the door towards him just before it was only a crack open, then closing it ever-so-quietly.

"I don't recall there being a broom closet in this wing," you murmured, brows pulled together.

"Me neither." Sirius huffed, leaning against the bricks and folding his hands over his head. Though he was pressed against the cool wall, it did very little to create more space in the cramped area. You were still brushing against him, as he was increasingly aware.

Though it wasn't terribly warm in the castle, nor was he wearing so much clothing, he felt oddly warm. Sirius was quick to blame his being out of breath and unusually warm on the running- though it didn't explain why he was nervous.

Hoping to focus his attention elsewhere, he reached carefully into his pocket to pull out a piece of parchment, unfolding it and smoothing it out on the ground, whispering a few words to it as well as a spell to allow a bit of light.

You watched the scarlet ink seemingly bleed on from the underside of the paper, forming lines indicating corridors and stairways as well as sprouting up various footprints going their respective routes followed by a name tag. You'd seen it a million times but the process was always pleasing to the eye.

"Let's see if we can carve out a safe escape route." Sirius mumbled, tracing his fingers along the paper. While neither of your names appeared on the map, Sirius knew which corridor you'd been in and traced from there to the Fat Lady portrait, humming a 'no' quietly when his finger ran into the footprints of a teacher or prefect.

"I've got it. Come on." Sirius stood, clutching your wrist and opening the door, sprinting in the direction of the dormitories with you in tow.

The two of you had made it quite far when Sirius stopped abruptly, palms slapping the sides of his pants. His eyes went wide.

"The map!"

"You left it there?"

"I forget things sometimes!"

"Yes, but the map?"

"Do you want to go get it?" Sirius gave you an incredulous look. When you hesitated, he sighed. "I'll fetch it. Just get to the common room, I'm not letting you get detention."

Sirius whipped around without another word, speeding off towards the direction from which you'd come. You shook your head, a smile intruding upon your face as you made your way into the common room.

When you'd entered the Gryffindor common room, after a very judgmental look from the Fat Lady, you flopped down on one of the plush armchairs. It wasn't long until a parade of boys came trotting down the stairs, peeking out to see if the whole team had made it out alive.

"Ah, you made it!" James slung an arm around you. "Where's Padfoot?"

"Forgot the map," you panted. "Went back."

"Blithering idiot, going to get it confiscated one day." James rolled his eyes. When they'd done their full rotation they settled back on you, widened. "What's that look?"

"What look?"

"Your face is red."

"Because I just bloody ran across the castle."

"No, it's a different kind of red." James broke out into a huge grin. "You're smiling too."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't know what you're on about."

Naturally, James wasn't having any of that, and demanded to know who had put you in this state. Remus, who had been leaning against the wall with his hands in his jumper, had a look on his face that said he knew something that you and James did not.

You shook it off, heaving a sigh and pulling yourself from the chair. "Well, I've had a long day, so your interrogation about my quite nonexistent love life will have to wait. Goodnight, gentlemen."

Thankfully (or unthankfully, according to James) the dormitory prevented you from being followed by the inquisitive boy.

Sirius, however, would not be spared from the eventual harassment awaiting him. James and Peter had gone off to the dormitory, in full discussion about who you could possibly be interested in all the way up the stairs. Remus had stayed behind on account of how much easier it was to work out there than in the dormitory. He preferred the library, naturally, but it had closed long ago.

Sirius barged through the portrait hole, huffing and puffing until he flopped onto the couch right next to Remus.

"Alright?"

"Yeah."

Remus glanced over at Sirius for what was intended to be only a moment, but his gaze was kept there by a genre of face that he recognized well. One that he had seen on you that same day.

He said nothing, merely shaking his head a little and chuckling as he turned back to his schoolwork.

"What're you laughing at?" Sirius cocked his head to the side.

"Nothing. Just something Peter said earlier." Remus lied quickly, not feeling it was necessary to share his observations at the time.

"Can't remember Wormtail ever making a joke that good, but alright." Sirius cocked a brow but didn’t press the matter, draping an arm over his eyes and sighing, feeling the stretch and sting in his lungs as they learned to relax again.

Remus smiled to himself.

This ought to be entertaining.

A/n: This will be the first of a series, so stay tuned! It's my first series, so pardon if I don't do well with an overarching plotline. Feedback and comments are welcomed!

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hyacinthsdiamonds · 2 years

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Reasons I hated the ending;

Inconsistent ooc writing. I don't know who the f was on my screen but that wasn't the Sam or Dean we've grown with for fifteen years.

Plot holes; the vampire mimes??? Where did they come from?? Because John thought Vampires were extinct until Dead Man's Blood and then he's you know dead so when did he have this supposed hunt with these pathetic excuses for a typical monster of the week villain let alone the last ever one?

Jenny. She wasn't even named in her first episode. Not once in fifteen years did one viewer go "I wonder what happened to her". Nostalgia? Most people didn't recognize her. She's only notable for being part of the first wlw and same-sex kiss on the show which was nonconsensual because the other girl forced herself on Jenny and only did it for the amusement of the men watching. There's also interesting points regarding to the show's vilification of queer people in the early seasons as majority of the first queer characters were what the show deemed monsters and were portrayed as predatory or destructive (they literally had Lily accidentally kill her girlfriend by touching her) and if they were "human" they were used as the punchline until Charlie when we actually got good rep and she was eventually butchered. Most queer characters ended up dead, or at least dead from some time. Only four queer characters are even hinted to be alive at the end (we don't know nothing about Charlie 2.0's fate), Kaia and Claire who's reunion and overall ending is left open to interpretation (hinted they're alive as Donna texted Sam which hints the wayward sisters are ok), Max who as far as we are aware is still condemned to go to Hell when he dies and Chuck one of if not the only canon bisexual males in the show was vilified to such a significant degree it doesn't matter that he's still alive. To have Jenny be the character they bring back while ignoring the show's integral queer characters like Charlie or Crowley or Claire or Cas etc is something else when the nonconsensual kiss was what turned her into a vampire.

Of the three female characters we see in the finale none have any connections to the viewers. Jenny the only character we've seen before is killed immediately. Blurry wife literally only exists to provide the womb for Sam to have a son to name after Dean so it doesn't look like he kidnapped a random kid, she's not deemed important enough to be even seen properly. "Sam could've ended up with anymore it's open to interpretation" bullshit because that's clearly a white woman which erases so many interpretations and it is so clearly a cop out. The third is a woman who literally gets silenced at the start of the episode, she gets her tongue cut out. The most we get is a text from Donna and a line about Mary.

Cas' ending. You pulled Chekhov's gun out. The gun had to go off but instead of acknowledging his confession, they refused to allow Dean to voice his feelings, refused to even give Cas a concrete ending. We don't know for an absolute fact if he's in heaven, all we're told is Cas helped. His death is literally bury your gays, an example of out of the closet and into the fire. He deserved better as a main character of twelve years.

Dean's death is problematic as fuck. His death is implied to be a suicide. It's said to be a good thing, him dying, him dying that way. This still fucks me up. He deserved to live. He deserved so much, I see him having some sort of roadhouse like Ellen taking care of wayward children and hunters alike, and having some sort of auto shop like Bobby did. I see him aged and happy. I see Cas beside him as he should be.

Sam's ending is bullshit. It erases fifteen years of character development, of relationships and it makes it all pointless. Sam is forced to lead the life he would've lived had Dean not showed up at his dorm in the pilot. What was the point of any of it? Was Dean just a fifteen year interruption of his brother's real life? His character arc was leading towards a completely different route and they did a full 180 and regressed his character so much. Sam should've become the next Bobby, teaching and helping a new generation of hunters and he should've gotten to keep/use his powers. He should've gotten to pass on Rowena's knowledge to a new generation of witches too and I'll die on both those hills.

EILEEN LEAHY DESERVED FUCKING BETTER. First you kill her by hellhounds. You kill a deaf woman with something she needs to be able to hear in order to have a chance at surviving. Second you bring her back, develop her and Sam's relationship and then you kill her again, don't give Sam a chance to even react to it and then leave her fate unknown and then throw in blurry wife to add insult to injury.

The pacing was so off. Like carry on wayward son plays back to back twice in a weird montage??

The party city wig. It's genuinely laughable. Like that's what the cw went broke over lmfao.

It's hilariously bad for your average monster of the week episode. As a final ever episode, it's like spitting and peeing into the fans drink and forcing them to drink it.

It wasn't for the fans. I know some fans liked it, I disagree with their opinions but respect them BUT it's clear that the episode was the way it was for people who ditched the show earlier on in it's run could tune in and not feel like they missed anything, which for a show with 15 seasons should never have been the case. It was a kick in the face for those who stuck it out from beginning to end

Amara's ending doesn't sit right with me. Like she's just absorbed into Jack? Jack at three is God? Amara should've been God and Jack should've gotten to be a kid on Earth.

Rusty. Nail. Andrew Dabb why did you hate Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles?

What about Cas' deal with Ruby? What about Rowena and the demons in Hell? What happened to Adam? Everyone Chuck snapped allegedly got brought back (no confirmation on Eileen, Charlie 2.0 or Stevie) but Michael got vaporized in Adam's body so what happened to Adam next? Forgotten again ffs. The vamp mimes are their own plot hole but how did they and Jenny team up? Like what connection did they even have? I could go on forever on forgotten plotlines and blatant plot holes.

John Winchester being in heaven.

Ruining carry on my wayward son. It's literally a jump scare at this point for me

Things I liked about the finale;

The dog

The party city wig for the memes only

#supernatural #spn #destiel #I'm sorry to my mutuals i lied about stopping myself ranting #i promise this is it and I'll return to f1 now

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startanewdream · 10 months

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Pocket, for @jilymicrofics. Or how James Potter's most annoying habit is keeping his hands in his pockets.

***

It’s only when Mary calls her name for the third time that Lily turns away to look at her friend.

“Golpalott's First Law,” she says, some lost part of her brain finding the answer to a question that Lily had not paid attention to.

“Thanks.” Mary scribbles something on her notes before shaking her head. “I thought we were going to study.”

Lily lowers her head to the book on her lap. “We are.”

“I am. You are just ogling at Potter.”

Lily purses her lips. “I am not,” she says as dignified as she can. “I was glaring.”

“Glaring. Ogling. It’s hard to tell with you when it comes to Potter.”

“It’s not like that, just look.”

Mary does; it is hard to miss that group of four friends under the shadow of a tree by the lake. Lily guesses they were supposed to be studying for the OWLs, just like all Fifth Years by now, on the evening of the beginning of their exams, only they are laughing and teasing each other, loudly discussing some past nights that make no sense to her—they nearly lost a rat?—, and planning something else that has nothing to do with exams.

“What?” Mary asks, confused. “So they aren’t obsessively reading their first year notes about History of Magic. Wish I could be the same.”

“Well, they should. Lupin always gets nervous on exams, you know it. Pettigrew’s grades are not great, and Black—”

“Black and Potter always get good grades.”

“Still, they should at least pretend, I don’t know—”

“Like you are pretending to study Potions? You know it all already by heart.”

“That’s not—” Her voice falters for a moment. Lily has nothing to do if any of them fail their exams, or if Potter is a good student with minimal effort; it was not even their laughs that bothered her at first because it was actually nice to see someone not freaking about the exams. But their laughs had attracted her attention and she had turned to see Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew sitting by the grass, and Potter—Potter was leaning against the trunk of the tree, looking so casual, hazel eyes shining excitedly behind the lens of his glasses, and— “Why are Potter’s hands in his pockets?”

Mary blinks. Twice.

“That’s not a crime, Lily.”

It isn’t, but maybe it should be. If only Potter was sitting with his friends, then she wouldn’t notice how he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, all the way to the shoulder, and Quidditch, who could know that being a Quidditch player could give someone so nice muscles in their arms?

“It’s annoying,” insists Lily. “We should get inside, I’m thirsty.”

Mary's eyes spark with sudden understanding. “I bet you are.”

***

It was not supposed to be just the two of them, and yet Lily finds herself walking down the path to Hogsmeade alone with James Potter.

Her heart skips several beats that have nothing to do with their lazy walk, neither in a rush to reach the village. Few Sixth Years were interested in even going there—Remus is in the infirmary, Peter has some extra classes this Saturday, Mary was only excited because she had a date, and Black plainly asked what was the point in going. James had mentioned then that he would stay if no one else wanted to go, and Lily had jumped (metaphorically) to say she could go with him then.

“I need some new quills,” she had explained even though no one had asked.

If James had thought anything else about her offer, he hadn’t said it. All through their walk to Hogsmeade, he keeps his cool, talking to her as he would talk between classes, as if they are heading to the Great Hall for breakfast instead to Hogsmeade in what one might say it’s a date—or else a good opportunity for something, for that tiny tension that’s been there between them to be explored.

But through the exchange of quips, lingering eyes that are diverted when their gaze met, and her racing heart, Lily knows this isn’t a date at all, because James’ hands stay in the front pockets of his jeans most of the time.

Which means his hands are far from hers, even after her hand brushes his arm on the walk, so many times, as Lily recounts some stories. When he helps her adjust the scarf on her neck, fingers brushing softly on her skin, Lily thinks, this is it.

But James just takes a step back, smiles at her as if he couldn’t notice how her skin prickled with his touch, and puts his hands back in his pockets. Respectful. Casual. Far.

Lily almost misses the day where he would run his hand through his hair upon noticing her—maybe not, because James used to be very stupid back then, but really, that habit wasn’t as irritating as this new one.

***

James Potter had a fair number of quirks, most of which Lily admitted it was endearing, but this one of releasing her hand every five minutes to check the pockets of his cloak is new and frankly, annoying.

“What?” She asks when he does that for the eleventh time. “James—do you have something else to do?”

He blinks. “No, no, tonight was all for us.”

Lily looks up for a moment; from that high tower, she can see the waning moon in the horizon. No meeting with his friends then. That doesn’t explain his new behavior.

“What’s bothering you?”

He sighs. “Nothing, let’s just enjoy our night.” And he gestures around, to the midnight picnic he organized for them at the top of the Astronomy Tower. With candles, a bottle of wine, and flower petals over a blanket, it was very romantic and private, something that Lily had thought she might enjoy with him, only her boyfriend was clearly distracted.

And despite his words, even as they are kissing, his hand falls from her waist once again to pat the pocket of his cloak, face clearing once he finds whatever is that he is searching there.

“That’s it,” Lily says, taking his cloak and tossing it to the ground in a swift moment. “It's annoying, James, you need to—”

Her voice catches; from the pocket of his cloak, a silver ring has rolled, drawing a circle until it stops at their feet. They both look at it for a full second before James kneels to pick it.

“That was not what I had planned,” he admits, holding the ring and offering it to her. “But here it goes. Lily Evans—would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

#pockets #jily microfic #i was obsessing with this prompt ever since yesterday #and only now I had the time to sit and write it #Jily

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realcatalina · 10 months

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What flower is on Catherine of Aragon's necklace?

White rose and? If you say red rose, then you need to have your eye-sight check, seriously.

Read further if you want to know what this reddish-orange flower might be.

This portrait needs no introduction. There are multiple theories as to who it us and my fans know I firmly believe it is Catherine of Aragon and not Mary Rose Tudor.

Well, about a month ago I've red an article which mentions the problematic: Michael Sittow Exhibition and Catalog Review by Stephan Kemperdick.

He is curator in Gemäldegalerie in Berlin.

And words of Dr Kemperdick has restored my faith in proffesionals who deal with art. Because his take upon this portrait...it's pure proffesionalism at its best. How it should be.

(Although bit confusing to normal fans because Mr Kemperdick is refering to the portraits not by names we fans use...but their locations or other names...I was ok with it...I think most of you would struggle with it.)

He makes such excellent points regarding this portrait.

And today I'm going to talk about one of them, one which I have known about for while, but kept putting on for later, because I had no answers.

This necklace is not showing white and red roses!

The white flower looks like rose, but the other flower is not even red! It's orange-red! And has pointy leaves! Roses with such petals didn't exist in Tudor era! (And I'd say they don't even now.)

White rose+orange-red flower with pointy leaves is not representation of Tudor rose!

(The tiny red and white flwers could be representing Tudor roses, but they seem to have just four petals...but that can be just optical ilusion...we don't have them in HD.)

That this necklace is showing Tudor roses is false observation, which is insisted upon! And false observation made both by Mr Mathews when he identified it as Mary Rose and by Friedländer(the guy who identified it as Catherine of Aragon in 1915.

Don't get me wrong, I still believe it is Catherine...but what the hell is the other flower?! What is this orange(or slightly red) pointy thing?!

I tried to find something which would fit...but it's probably not orange lily...tulips look good from side but not from this angle...

What the hell is it...and why would it be important to Catherine.

Straight away i went to look, how does pomegranate flower look like.

Colour ok? Orange-ish red...but completely wrong shape of petals.

So I thought that is the end of the theory. Then I went on holiday...and by chance there were dozens of pomegranate trees/shrubs. Most had already nice green fruit(not yet ripe), rather large even.

But there were few blooms and I noticed something.

Pomegranate flower has something very curious behind the petals.

And I thought...is that beginning of fruit already? Seems odd...These things were very red...and all pomegranate fruits on tree were very green...not hint of redness in them.

Apparently this thing behind the petals of pomegrante flower is called sepal, it protects the flower in the bud, and then in some fruit types the sepals can form 'accessory fruit'-it doesn't fall off, but becomes part of the fruit itself. In pomegranate's case, can you guess which part?

And amazingly, after petals fall off, often the sepals are no longer so vividly red...but instead turn to peachy orange with some redness:

Normally it has 6 sepals but I've seen few with 7, and on grown fruit(already not orange) I've seen even 5.

So I think it is possible that the orange flower on Catherine's necklace are sepals of pomegrante.

Pomegranate in unsual form.

Seriously, it has been identified as Catherine for so long..before Mary Rose nonsense started...and nobody thought to investigate if it could be pomegranate?

...Insisting upon false observation indeed!

And remember what Mr Mathews said...it can't be Catherine of Aragon, because her symbol is pomegranate...and she is not wearing it.

Except she might be wearing pomegranate...just not in usual form.

#historical portraits #catherine of aragon #katherine of aragon #catalina of aragon #sittow

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight : Foundation

Summary: Lupin can't draw.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI

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August 10th, 1976

Remus forgave Sirius over the summer. She wasn’t sure of the specifics, nor did she pry, but the four boys had apparently spent time together at Potter Manor and fought it out. James had invited her to visit, a few times actually, to which she politely declined each and every letter. She just couldn’t see Sirius. Though the incident had been months prior, the rage was still there, waiting just under the surface for her to break. She didn’t ask Remus why he had decided to speak to Sirius again, frankly she didn’t care, his reasons were his own. He had tried to explain parts of Sirius’ alleged reasoning behind the betrayal, calling it a “prank gone wrong”, but she shut him down quickly. There was no excuse for what he did, and the attempt to blame it on Sirius’ lingering trauma was a slap in the face after all of the time she had spent consoling and helping him heal from his family. The progress she thought they had made was for nothing. He had proven his parents right, he was truly the heir to the noble House of Black.

The summer was relaxing otherwise, and she was able to spend a lot of time with her parents, much to their elation. The three of them went on weekly excursions to museums and parks, soaking up culture and experiencing all that the muggle world had to offer. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it. In early August, they took a trip to the British Museum to see a new opening of a show on Impressionism. As her mother stood entranced by the pastel hued works, she snuck off to wander the halls. On one of the upper floors, there was a nearly deserted gallery dedicated to prints and drawings, and she almost sighed with relief at finally being away from crowds of people.

Posting up on one of the slatted wooden benches, she pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw. When she finished a delicate rendition of a Circe print that had caught her eye, she tapped the book covertly with her wand, showing it to Remus. A few short moments later he replied in his normal scratchy handwriting.

She reminds me of you.

She bit back a laugh, scribbling a note back to him, How so?

A few moments lingered again.

Powerful sorceress, good with herbs and potions, loves to hang out with animals.

I’m a witch, not a sorceress, Remus.

She could practically hear his laughter through the paper, You’re splitting hairs, love.

He followed the message with a crudely drawn doodle of a wolf, a stag, a little rat, and a dog. At least...she assumed that’s what it was.

———

September 1st, 1976

For the first time in her Hogwarts career, she sat with Lily, Mary, and Marlene in their compartment on the way to school. She had spotted the boys on the platform upon arrival, offering a small wave to Remus, Peter, and James. When she had turned to follow Lily onto the train, James yelled for her, voice laden with confusion. He must’ve thought the summer would have tampered her feelings. She looked back to see Remus whispering in his ear, James nodding to her in understanding.

Sirius stood behind them, watching her from afar.

During the feast that night, she ate amongst her fellow Hufflepuffs, the house that she loved and admired, but still did not feel quite at-home in. Across the Great Hall, her friends were laughing, and her heart began to break.

———

September 24th, 1976

Remus was practically on his knees begging. So far, he’d harassed her at breakfast, in the corridor after her first class, and again at lunch. Now he was caging her between his arms against a pillar in the central hall, pleading with her to come to a party in Gryffindor Tower that night.

“Please, please, pleaseeeeee!” He whined, “Please don’t leave me alone with them.”

She sighed, “I said no, Remus.”

“But it’s Peter’s birthday party, he’ll be upset if you’re not there.”

She cut him a look, “He’ll get over it, I promise.”

“Please,” he stooped down to her eye level, “I’m begging you. I’ll owe you for life. Just come with me to the party, you can stay by my side and I won’t even let Sirius near you.”

She almost winced at his name.

“Remus…” She didn’t want to think about Sirius. Didn’t want to breathe the same air as him. Just seeing him in passing was like being stabbed in the gut repeatedly. She wasn’t sure if she could weather it.

Remus’ eyes softened, “I know, I’m sorry. I just…I’ve missed you being around, and I know James and Pete have too. You can’t stay away from us forever, you’re an honorary Marauder.”

A laugh burst out of her mouth, “I’m sorry, a what?”

He smiled, “The Marauders. It’s the name we came up with over the summer at James’. Well, he came up with it, we all just went along when he wouldn’t stop saying it.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” she chuckled again.

Remus laughed too and hugged her, “I know it is, but you’re a part of it too. I need you, the boys need you. Please come tonight.”

She melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth that only seemed to radiate from Remus.

“Fine,” she groaned, earning herself a squeeze and a kiss on the top of her head.

“Brilliant, I’ll see you at 9,” and Remus finally let go and shot her a satisfied wink before he ran off to class.

———

She’d been to so many Gryffindor parties that she couldn’t keep track, and each one had felt like a house party filled with her closest friends, no matter the occasion. Tonight though, she felt like she was walking into the lions den (no pun intended). The rhythm of her heart threatened to drown out the booming sound of The Ramones blaring through the common room. Even though it was Pete’s birthday party, Sirius had clearly commandeered the music selection.

She searched for Remus, finally landing on his shaggy brown hair sitting next to James near the fire. Pushing through bodies, she dropped between her two friends with a dramatic sigh.

“There she is!” James yelled, spilling some sort of amber liquid on the floor. He grabbed her face and kissed her cheek aggressively.

She laughed and shook him off, “Are you pissed?”

James smiled, his eyes starting to become distant, “I’m gettin’ there.”

Remus leaned in to whisper in her ear “This is precisely why I needed you here. I can’t deal with all of them drunk off their asses.”

She let out another laugh as she noticed Lily stalking across the room towards the record player, stopping the needle abruptly.

The loud shout from the other side of the common room could only be one person.

“Oi! Evans! What’re you doing!” Sirius grabbed the record from her hands like a precious jewel.

Lily pulled out another album, flashing him a wicked smile, “I’m trying to liven up this party with some dancing.”

When the needle hit, Abba began to play, leading to a loud shriek from a few girls around the party, including herself and Mary. Lily met her eyes from across the room and held out an inviting hand.

She paused for a minute, knowing that Sirius was within earshot, knowing he would be watching.

Fuck it.

She leapt up and grabbed Lily’s hand, the two of them spinning and moving to Waterloo. Mary and Marlene flanked them, the latter dragging Dorcas along and coercing her to join in. She forgot about the party, forgot about the room entirely, and most importantly, she forgot about Sirius. All she knew was her friends dancing beside her, laughing and smiling. She briefly locked eyes with Peter, standing behind the couch and laughing along to their dancing. Wiggling her fingers in his direction she called to him, “C’mon birthday boy, dance with me!” Pete beamed and spun her around, falling into step easily. He was a particularly good dancer, much to her surprise.

“How’d you get so good at this?” she said over the music. Pete spun her wide, pulling back to have her pressed to his chest as they swayed.

“Perks of growing up with an older sister, I suppose,” he laughed into her ear.

She smiled, the first genuine one she’d had in a while.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” Pete said quietly, “I’ve missed you, it’s been weird not having you around.”

She reached up and scratched his head fondly. Pete leaned down and kissed her cheek, finally giving her one last twirl. As the music faded and the room stopped spinning, her eyes landed on Sirius holed up in a corner of the room, tossing back what she knew wasn’t his first firewhisky. His eyes never left hers as the glass drained down his throat.

When the next song began to play, she sat back beside Remus, out of breath but feeling rejuvenated. James had gotten up and was now talking to Lily, who it seemed had finally begun speaking to him again, a small blush creeping up her freckled face.

Remus put his arm around her, “It’s good to see you smile again.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, listening as a few 3rd years began to sing along to Sitting In The Palmtree, and relaxed.

———

If James Potter was one thing, he was a man of his word; and that man was good and truly pissed within the first hour of her being at the party. Her and Remus watched him from the window, dancing and singing atop a table to Elton John.

“He’s actually not bad,” Remus mused, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He held one out, which she accepted as they both watched James spin around, using a bottle as a microphone.

She hummed as Remus lit both cigarettes, propping open the window to blow smoke out into the cold air.

“So,” He took a drag and side-eyed her, “are you happy you came?”

She flicked at the filter, not wanting to give Remus the satisfaction of being right.

“Yes…” she mumbled, taking another drag and refusing to look at him.

She heard him laugh quietly beside her, leaning over to kiss her head, “I’m glad. I want things to go back to normal.”

She sighed a trail of smoke, the tendrils curling around her face as she stared out into the night. “I’m not sure if it can, Moony. Maybe it can get better, but it can’t be like it was.”

Remus didn’t push her, just stood in companionable silence as they watched the stars. She tossed her cigarette butt out the window, the embers dancing in the breeze.

“It’s fuckin’ freezing,” She rubbed her arms, “Mind if I borrow one of your jumpers?”

Remus took a final pull of his cigarette and nodded, “Go ahead, you know where they are, top drawer.” He motioned towards the boys dorm.

She weaved through the (now mostly drunk) partygoers, grabbing Lily once to twirl her around before heading up the stairs to the boys bedroom. The sound of people at the top of the spiral staircase made her cringe, she didn’t feel like walking through two horny 4th years trying to get off in the solitude of the upper levels. As she turned the corner to the top landing, she came face to face with a pretty blonde entangled with a dark haired boy. The girls’ hands were fumbling with his pants as he moved to kiss up her neck sloppily. Even from across the landing she could tell both of them were completely drunk.

“Can you two have intercourse somewhere else? Maybe somewhere more private?” She called, moving towards the dormitory door.

The boy looked up and she froze. Sirius’s blue eyes shot through her and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. For what felt like an eternity, he stared at her, and she could have sworn something like longing flickered behind his drunken gaze. As quickly as she saw it, it was gone, replaced by a smug expression that she had seen Regulus wear too many times to count.

“C’mon Em,” he slurred, “Let’s go to my room.”

“You can at least wait until I leave, you know,” she shot at him, surprising even herself.

Sirius turned around slightly as he opened the dormitory door, “What’re you even doing up here?” His voice was cold, and it shook her to the core.

“Remus said I could borrow one of his jumpers,” she muttered, suddenly feeling so small under his scrutiny.

Without another word, Sirius dragged the blonde girl into the dormitory, collapsing onto his bed. The girl climbed on top of him and they resumed the exploration of each other’s mouths.

The last thing she wanted was to be seen as weak, let alone by Sirius fucking Black of all people. She squared her shoulders and strode to Remus’ closet, making a loud show of finding the right drawer containing his jumpers. As she aggressively slammed one of them shut, Sirius moaned loudly. He was playing the game too, it seems.

Ripping a green and brown jumper from the top drawer, she spun around to find him glancing up at her from beneath the girl, eyes challenging as his hands continued to roam her body.

She wouldn’t let him win this.

She tore off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, standing in the center of the room in just jeans and a bra and stared back at him, face cool and expressionless. She stood there for a beat, watching as Sirius’ mouth went slack, causing his partner to whine against his lips. At the sight of his barely contained shock, his eyes briefly jumping from her face to her chest, she pulled Remus’ jumper over her head and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

———

October 15th, 1976

Emmeline Vance had a death wish, though she didn’t know it. Apparently the fondling during Peter’s birthday party wasn’t a one time thing, and the blonde was now an almost constant fixture at their table in the Great Hall. The entire situation made everyone uncomfortable, but none of them had the guts to tell Sirius to cut it off. The little Ravenclaw sat in his lap, her favorite seat apparently, and her hands would be on him in some capacity at all times.

The sight of them made her physically ill, so after a week of trying to suck it up and just not look at his side of the table, she decided to sit with the Hufflepuffs, much to Remus and James’ frustration.

She didn’t like Emmeline, it wasn’t like when Sirius had dated Mary a few years ago. Mary was fun, and witty, and could match Sirius on his attitude any day. Emmeline was a parrot, just giggling and repeating everything he said, no real opinion or thoughts on any topic. The worst thing about her though, was that she was mean. Not cruel in the way that Regulus and his group of assholes were, but she was rude and stuck-up, especially to younger years. One morning, a small 1st year had accidentally bumped her with their schoolbag when leaving the Great Hall, and Emmeline had shot them a death glare and spat “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” The first year scuttled off, looking on the verge of tears.

She almost leapt across the table and strangled her. But if that was the type of girl Sirius wanted, then fine.

The rest of the group largely ignored them, not that Emmeline seemed to mind, she only cared about touching Sirius, kissing Sirius, groping Sirius, and licking Sirius (as they all had the pleasure of witnessing early one Wednesday morning; Peter had choked on his tea).

She tried to move on, tried training her heart to not reach for Sirius every time she passed him in the corridors. At times when he would creep into her thoughts, she quickly shut down an impenetrable wall of steel, blocking out the memories of him entirely; the color of his eyes, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he slept.

Eventually, Sirius became an afterthought, a bookmark in a chapter of her life that she had closed. And slowly, but surely, she moved on.

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Day 8 - Prompt: Resist @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 674 words

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Pandora was startled when the hem of Lily’s long tweed coat brushed her shoulder. For the first time in the half hour since they met, Lily was close enough to touch. Granted, it was because she was pointing to a box on the opposite side of the table, but still.

It’s progress of some kind, right?

As humiliating as it was to lose control of her words (not once, but twice!) in front of this stunning woman, Pandora couldn’t be bothered to dwell on it. The moment when Lily said her name was permanently etched on her brain. It was entirely justified for her response to be nothing more than a breathless “hi” afterwards, she was only human.

“Yes, diolch. That’s all,” Lily said.

Pandora didn’t have to look up to know she was smiling because delight radiated in her voice. The urge to press a hand to the warm aura that surrounded Lily was overwhelming, but she forced herself to resist. It seemed disrespectful to interact with a stranger’s aura without their consent.

When she’d calmed a bit, she stood up and purchased two packets of the mixed fruit sweets. After spending a full five minutes digging through them, she couldn’t bring herself to admit that she didn’t want them. Regulus would like them, she was sure.

“So, is there anything else you’d like to see?” Lily asked. She was walking closer now, Pandora realised.

“You’re the local. What do you like about the Yule Festival?”

Lily bobbed her head side to side and pursed her lips. After a few moments of thought, she said, “Probably the dancing at the end.”

“Then why come so early?”

“Mary likes to shop at the stalls, Alice and Remus love the sweets.”

“Ah, your friends. I should have guessed,” Pandora replied.

No wonder she’s bored.

Lily hummed an acknowledgment as she matched Pandora’s stride. “It’s a tradition, that’s all.”

Now that they were side by side, Pandora couldn’t help noticing how perfectly their heights complimented each other. Lily was around four inches taller. She was just tall enough for Pandora to comfortably rest her head on Lily’s shoulder, or for giving Pandora forehead kisses like James gave to Regulus. The image her mind offered was so lovely, it made her heart ache.

That’s what I want, more than anything.

As they moved through the crowded path, Pandora searched the stalls for a distraction. Something, anything that she could point to, comment on, or ask about to break the tense silence they’d fallen into. Everything they passed was rather commonplace though.

She needed a plan. Shoving them together had clearly been the full extent of James’s attempt at matchmaking. Surely, Pandora could do better.

“Oh look, there’s Mary and Alice,” Lily said, waving at her friends. “Come on. Let’s catch up.”

Pandora sighed heavily as she watched the curvy redhead sprint after them. She’d squandered her chance to impress Lily and didn’t know when she would find another opportunity to chat her up one-on-one. Worst of all, she still hadn’t learned much about her. She likes to dance, her neighbors call her ‘Liliana,’ and she was the perfect height. It was a distinctly unimpressive list.

What is wrong with me? Why am I so flustered?

The short answer was simple: tight denim wrapped her thick thighs, gloss emphasized full lips, and her fingers itched to map the freckles dotting every square inch of skin that wasn’t covered.

The slightly longer answer was a little bit more co'mplicated: Lily was a fascinating conundrum that needed to be figured out. While she talked rather comfortably with people, Lily never gave much away. The words she offered were empty of substance, but couched in an earnest, straightforward tone. A tone that left no room for doubt or interpretation. Pandora adored her already and she had only seen the sweet as sugar coating. There was an intensity buried beneath it that Pandora wanted to see for herself.

Or better yet, I could sink my teeth into her and devour her whole.

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WEBCOMIC DIRECTORY

Half the reason I created this tournament is so I could find new webcomics to read, and I know a bunch of you are following it for the same reason.

So: Here is a directory of every webcomic that was submitted!

Please note that this list is Very Long, so (1) I have not read most of these webcomics and can't vouch for their content, and (2) I have not tested any of these links, but I can fix any errors if you point them out.

Comics are listed in alphabetical order, with the featured couple(s) or poly ship(s) in parentheses. Broken into two parts because Tumblr only allows 100 links per post and there are 140 comics.

180° Angel (Sam and Lilith)

2 Slices (Ruka and Rio)

A Week in Warrigilla (Hazel and Willie)

A&H Club (Adrian and Hildegard)

Alice and the Nightmare (Edith and Quinn)

Alien Heart (Ivy and Rosa)

Always Human (Sunati and Austen)

Balderdash (Georgie and Afia)

Band vs Band (Honey Hart and Turpentine)

Blindsprings (Ember and Irelia)

Boyfriends (Jock, Prep, Nerd, and Goth)

Bugtopia (Arachne and Scarlet)

Burn Away (Abella and Edie)

Charity Case (Sylvia and Jerry)

Circuits and Veins (Ai and Aki)

Console Her (Claudia and Ava)

Cucumber Quest (Almond and Peridot; Piano and Ametrine)

Cursed Princess Club (Nell and Jolie)

Dame Daffodil (Charo and Alesea)

Daughter of the Lilies (Lyra and Margot)

Dead Winter (Lizzie and Alice)

Dicebox (Griffin and Molly)

Dirt Creek Runs Red with Blood (Ines and Sarepia)

Dom&Mor (Dominique and Morgan)

Dresden Codak (Kimiko and Elith)

Drop-Out (Lola and Sugar)

Dumbing of Age (Becky and Dina; Jennifer/Billie and Ruth)

El Goonish Shive (Ellen and Nanase; Catalina and Rhoda; Diane and Lucy)

Eldritch Darling (Ina and CJ)

Encore! (Quinn and Hana)

Ennui Go (Izzy, Darcy, and Tanya)

Errant (Sarin and Jules)

Facing the Sun (Aarya and Liza)

Finding Wonderland (Alex and Lucky)

Flowers For the Arsonist (Lucia and Paige)

Four Leaf (Carla and Lina)

Gals (Croix, Sam, Lux, and Charlotte)

Ghoul Crush (Sison and Laguna)

Girly (Otra and Winter)

Glitterlaced (Goldie and Luck)

Go Get a Roomie (Roomie and Lillian)

Guide to the Land of Monsters (Arnatuk and Tove)

Gunnerkrigg Court (Kat and Paz; Zimmy and Gamma)

Hard Lacquer (Claire and Robin; Claire and Petra)

Heartstopper (Darcy and Tara)

Heir's Game (Sevilia and Ilianna)

Her Tale of Shim Chong (Shim Chong and Madam Jang)

High Class Homos (Sapphia and Odette; Sapphia and Marla)

Homestuck (Rose and Kanaya; Calliope and Roxy; Vriska and Meenah; Vriska and Terezi)

How to Be a Werewolf (Marin and Marisa)

I Love Amy (Amy and Bibi)

I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl (Cheryl and Delilah)

I'm the Villainess but the Heroine's Trying to Capture Me (Nelly and Nancy)

In My Heart (Wantanabe Yuki and Sasaki Mari)

Isadora (Isaline and Theodora)

It's Okay to Like Girls (Sophie and Olivia)

Kidd Commander (Phineas and Agatha)

Kill Six Billion Demons (Allison and Ciocie Cioelle)

Kiss It Goodbye (Aruka and Yukimi)

Lady of the Shard (Radiant Goddess and Acolyte; Radiant Goddess and Old God)

Lesbiampires (Daphne and Veronika)

Lore Olympus (Athena and Hestia)

Mage & Demon Queen (Malori and Velverosa)

Matchmaker (Kimmy and Marlowe)

Missing Monday (Foyle and Monday)

Monsters and Girls (Lili and Sera)

Motherlover (Imogen and Alex)

Moving In (Jackie and Riley)

Muted (Camille, Nyra, and Dendro)

My Dragon Girlfriend (Dani and Christie; Callie and Olive)

My Sweet Archenemy (Mad Spade and Miss Sunshine)

My Wish Is to Fall In Love Until You Die (Shiina and Mimi; Seiran and Ari)

Namesake (Selva and Alice)

Nano List (Chacha and Zavi)

Never Satisfied (Neith and Isra)

Nevermore (Lenore and Annabel Lee)

Night Owls and Summer Skies (Emma and Vivian)

Not So Shoujo Love Story (Rei and Hanna)

Octopus Pie (Jane and Marigold)

Offbeat (Beau and Julie)

On a Sunbeam (Mia and Grace; Alma and Char)

On Borrowed Time (Rune and Dielle)

Osora (Celia and Catalina)

Remaining links in part two!

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wc: 1k+

warnings: brief mention of regulus wanting to kill himself in the first paragraph, fighting, tell me if i missed something

Regulus wants to bash his face on the table until he reaches death. In front of him sits four unfinished assignments in potions. Regulus thinks, maybe, if he gets up and walks around a little, he'll feel more motivated to work. So, he packs up all his quills and homework and walks towards the door.

But at this moment, he doesn't move. He made it this far, but his legs won't move anymore. His eyes caught on someone, someone with curly brown hair, tanned skin, glasses, and the most beautiful smile he has ever seen in his life. James. James wouldn't normally make his breath hitch, no, normally Regulus would pretend not to notice James. Pretend that they weren't dating for almost a year, he'd pretend that it didn't hurt as much as it did when he inevitably chose her. Her. The girl sitting next to him as of now. Her red hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, her skin glowing. Who couldn't glow sitting next to the sun?

He's staring. James is looking at Regulus. Regulus quickly turns away, back to his table. Why was he even leaving in the first place? He doesn't want to know anymore, he wants to crawl up in Sirius' room and cry. He wants Remus to sit on the common room couch, with Regulus' feet in his lap, and he wants him to read. He wants Lily to go back to hating James, he wants her back with Mary. He wishes he wasn't here. He wishes he wasn't here especially when he feels someone come up behind him and pull one of his curls. He wants to be gone when that beautiful someone sits next to him, brushing through Regulus hair with their fingers. He almost forgets all of that, he almost curls into his touch, almost crawls into his lap and hugs him.

Then Regulus snaps out of it, and swats his hand away. "What do you want, Potter?" Regulus scowls at the table as if it did something to him.

"You cut your hair." James smiles, watching every emotion pass Regulus' face. Sadness, anger, emptiness.

"Astute observation, now can I get back to my homework." Regulus motions to his bag.

"I missed you being mean to me." Regulus nearly breaks down there.

"Leave, Potter. Your girlfriend is over there."

"Potter?" James' eyes flash with something Regulus cannot understand.

"That is your last name, is it not? Or did you take hers?" James' eyebrows knit tightly together, and he places a hand on Regulus' shoulder.

"We aren't together, Reg. How could we be, when you are right here?" Regulus almost laughs.

"Well, I'm not leaving. You guys can go off somewhere else to snog." Regulus stands up, but James follows closely behind. He grabs Regulus' forearm and tugs him closer.

"Regulus, I love you. I have always loved you, I never wanted Lily."

"That is such bullshit! You are with her right now!"

"Yeah because I can't be with you! It's clear you don't want me." James drops his hands away from Regulus, one of them runs through his hair, the other pushes up his golden glasses.

"I don't want you? You are the only person who I've ever been with James! I haven't been with anyone else in the past 6 months because of you! You've ruined dating for me, because now I just feel like a filthy bedwarmer. So there. Blame it all on me, but it was not my fault we broke up. Go off and cry to Lily." Regulus leaves the library in tears as he finds his way off to his brothers room. He knocks loudly on the door the moment he gets there, which is quickly answered by his elder brother, who immediately ushers him inside.

"What did he say, mon petit?" Sirius strokes Regulus' hair out of his face.

"He said it was clear that I don't want to be with him." Regulus rubs his eyes until they burn.

"Well, that's not true is it, darling?"

"Non." Regulus sees Remus hiding behind his curtain, "Come out, Wolfy." Remus snickers, he knows Regulus means no ill intent from the nickname. He crawls out of his sheets and sits next to Sirius.

"What's wrong, Reg?"

"I miss him, guys. I don't want to, but I do. I miss him even when he came back so many hours late, I miss him crawling into bed with me and kissing my cheek. I miss leaving him notes when I left. I miss him." Regulus can't stop the tears falling down his face. Sirius frown and continues to stroke his hair.

"Talk to him, babe. He can't know how you feel unless you talk to him. He loves you, he doesn't know how to tell you."

"That's just it Sirius, he told me he misses me, and that he loves me." James' words seem to echo through Regulus' mind.

"How about I go grab him, and you two can talk. How does that sound?" Regulus reluctantly nods. "Go up to his dorm, love. We'll send him up."

When Regulus enters the dorm, its like deja vu, but much messier. Regulus looks around the room, seeing everything that was there before. Except one thing. Regulus' beanie rests on James' pillow, or rather the one that belonged to Regulus all of those months ago.

James walks into his dorm no more than 5 minutes later, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, and his face flushed red. "Hi, Reg." He says, out of breath, and Regulus nearly laughs.

"Hi, James. Did you run here?"

"I'm so sorry, Reg, I'm sorry." James says, walking forward and taking Regulus' hand in his.

"I wanna know why you always were so late home, James." Regulus leads James to the table, tightening his grip around James' hand.

"To be completely honest with you, Regulus, I don't remember," James shakes his head, "All I know is I regretted it, and still do. I regret not spending those hours with you. Playing chess, reading a book. Well, you reading a book, me watching you. I regret not talking to you, and I love you. And I loved you. Please, Reg, give me another chance." James grabs Regulus' other hand as well, swiping his thumb back and forth.

"Don't beg, James. I wish you could've told me sooner, I would've fell back in your arms." Regulus smiles softly at James.

"I'm sorry, Regulus. I'm sorry for fighting with you in the library too, I just didn't know what to say. You aren't just a bedwarmer to me, or anyone, Reg. You are so much more than that. You are beautiful and sarcastic. You are so smart and talented. I haven't been able to function without you, Reg."

"Shush, James, I wanna forget about it. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Good," Regulus leans across the small table and presses his lips to James' soft ones, letting go of his hand and putting it in his hair. "I love you too."

So, James never is late again, in fact, he makes sure he's always at least 5 minutes early.

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The effects that no one saw (part 2)

Lily Evans flinches whenever she hears a word that starts with m, because she always expects to hear a slur follow after it. She goes out of her way to avoid that letter. She pretends that she doesn't care if people call her a Mudblood. She pretends that the word isn't repeating itself in her mind 24 hours a day, slowly destroying whatever self-confidence she ever had.

Arm tattoos become unofficially taboo overnight. No one dares to so much as entertain the possibility of getting a tattoo anywhere below their elbow, because they know that it will always remind them of the Dark Mark. Alice Fortescue almost cursed someone once, because they had a tattoo on their forearm. She thought it was a Death Eater. They were actually a muggle.

After the war truly begins in their sixth year, James Potter invites his friends to stay with him every holiday. He laughs it off as wanting to play pranks on his parents with them. He doesn't tell them that it's because he needs to know where they are, needs to know if they okay, needs to know that they're alive and safe. He doesn't tell them that he asks them to stay with him because he's scared of letting them leave his sight.

Minerva McGonagall has never been so terrified as when the school closes for the year. Every year, she looks at the faces of her students, and she prays that they will all make it back safely. Every year, a piece of her heart dies when she notices the faces that are missing from the crowd.

There is an attack on Hogwarts halfway through the Marauders' sixth year. It is the first attack, but it will not be the last. For the four boys, the war was not truly real until this attack. Sirius, James and Peter will never forget the horror at seeing Remus lying bleeding on the floor of the Great Hall, having taken a curse to protect some of the younger children. Remus only survives because he is a werewolf, and heals faster than the average wiccan.

Once, students spent their afternoons laughing with each other in the corridors. Now, there is no more laughter to be heard. Everyone has forgotten what laughter sounds like. During their free time, students study books on healing with a religious intensity, and practice curses on makeshift targets. They practice every spell they know until they can kill someone in their sleep. They still don't feel safe.

Mary McDonald says goodbye to her friends before leaving to visit her family during the Yule Holidays. Her friends get back to school once the holidays are over, and Mary is not there. They think she just missed the Welcoming Feast. They hope that she is just coming to school late, because of a family thing. She never returns to Hogwarts. No one knows what happened to her, only that she is dead.

Marlene McKinnon learns to hate saying goodbye, because that feels too much like an ending. She never says the word 'goodbye' anymore, not after Mary disappeared. After leaving an Order of the Phoenix meeting, she smiles at her friends, and she says, "see you next week!" It is a promise that she keeps religiously. Until her friends receive news of her death one day. They hope it is just a mistake. She never arrives for the meeting.

#marauders era #the marauders #harry potter imagine #harry potter drabble #lily evans #peter pettigrew #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders headcanon #james potter #minerva mcgonagall #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #hogwarts #harry potter fandom #marauders fandom

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Past, present and future - The Conversation (Chapter 5)

Emily Prentiss/Female Reader

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Summary: The agents on an old case become the target of a criminal group seeking revenge, and Emily returns after four years, thinking she doesn’t have much to lose until she learns about a part of her past that has been denied.

Warnings: A little angst, anxiety crisis, OC (original character)

Word count: +3800

Unrevised chapter

Lilibet's eyes are sweet and curious, there is depth and intensity in the gaze of such a little person. The eyelashes are long, thick and lovely, giving an even more angelic and expressive appearance. And remind Emily, they share the same shade of chocolate brown, which easily earn Y/N in just a few seconds staring at her with an adorable pout, this always makes her want to hug the little girl and fill her with kisses. In fact those eyes are the woman's greatest weakness, because she can never say no to the little princess. She is her weak point. Another thing the little girl shares with the chief is her smile, straight teeth, dimpled cheeks, and when she smiles, lips formed in a way that highlights her heart-shaped mouth. It's one of the most adorable features of the little one, along with all the other hundreds of features the mother can list as she faces her daughter about to fall asleep on her hotel bed, wrapped in a thin colorful blanket and hugging her plush teddy bear. Lilibet is having trouble sleeping after all that has happened and with the little nap on the way, it had not been long or quality, but enough. When this happens the brunette becomes sly and difficult to deal with, also a bit moody, so all that is left for Y/N to do is use her secret weapon, lullabies. "Hush Little Baby", "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", "All the Pretty Little Horses", "Mary Had a Little Lamb", "The Wheels on the Bus" and "Row, Row, Row Your Boat". She sang one by one hugging Lili, caressing her dark hair and thinking how lucky she is to have her in arms, how every second counted so she could act, not even wanting to imagine what would happen if she didn't get there in time.

So many years working at Interpol and also at the BAU have made her realize that even though she is not in a job that requires guns constantly she has decided that she must protect her small family safe from the evils that surround them, from horrible people just like the ones she has had to deal with and possible retaliation from the past. Although Clyde has given her a clean record and a safe place, she can't ignore the fact that those monsters she has imprisoned or their partners may seek revenge. So that's why she decided to keep a gun at home, making sure it was always locked up and out of Lilibet's sight. She knew that she would need to be prepared in case any kind of emergency occurred and also to ensure their safety, determined not to allow her daughter to have to go through anything like what she went through before, in the end it only served to protect them because now she knows that even at a very young age Lili will probably carry marks from that day forever.

- How I wonder what you are... - she whispers the last verse of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", the girl's favorite and sung for the third time in the night.

After two hours of fighting against sleep Lilibet finally falls asleep, her plush teddy bear pressed against her chest, face relaxed, body light and her breathing becoming calm as the minutes pass. Mother pulls the blanket over her body, covering her carefully and gently, placing a loving kiss on the little forehead before settling down beside her. But then, only after ensuring that her daughter is all right, can she deal with her own demons. Images from the day before take over mind like a movie that repeats itself several times, like when someone loses the remote control and is forced to watch the same bad channel over and over again. She sees herself running down the halls, the gun in trembling hand, the adrenaline high, the steps fast. She finds herself desperately trying to reach the room where Lili was, the panic and fear of losing her daughter consuming her, and then the familiar sound of gunshots, then red, very red mixed into the wooden floor of the foyer as the child stood there, standing. And she constantly watches herself reliving that moment, unable to change the channel, unable to pull out those memories along with all the unassimilated feelings and sensations.

Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling fan spinning at medium speed, on the city lights vaguely illuminating the dark room, attentive to the muffled noises coming from the ground floor seven stories below, and to those in the corridor where she is, memorizing the footsteps of the security guards, worrying about anyone different from them. But the dry thuds against the floor are more familiar than Y/N would like to admit, instead of knocks on the door she hears the metallic sound of keys against the lock and the knob turning next. She curls up in bed pressing the blankets even tighter against her chest, unable to look at the door and who has entered. She hears heels, but her mind refuses to believe the safe possibility and goes into another alert mode, survival speaking louder than reason. Her heart beats harder to the point where she could swear to hear it, hands sweat and she felt paralyzed, trapped in her own instrusive thoughts. When a hand touches a shoulder, Y/N trembles even more and her heart speeds up to the point of feeling almost pain, which makes her tear up, tears caught in the edges of the eyes. Y/N's hands tremble and she feels even more paralyzed against the bed, she feels helpless as if she is stuck in a maze of thoughts, unable to find a way out to free herself and suddenly back to square one, desperate. The woman still can't turn to look at who is there, but something inside her calms a little as she hears Emily's calm, familiar voice.

- Hey, hey... Relax, it's just me, Emily. - the brunette whispers taking the hand off her shoulder and moving to hold her in a tight hug, pulling the body against her own as Y/N stifles a cry in the curve of the chief's neck so she doesn't wake the child sleeping next to her - It's okay. Calm down, it's okay.

Emily has arms tightened around her, it is cozy and comforting, her touch is soft, Y/N can recognize the scent of the brunette's usual perfume as well as the shampoo as the strands rub against her face. Even though they were divorced years ago she can feel the familiarity and comfort of being in her arms, Emily still knows how to soothe her. She can feel the strength around, it somehow makes her feel protected, so her body slowly relaxes, allowing Y/N to snuggle even tighter against her ex-wife's body, hear her whispering in ear that everything is okay now while thin and gentle fingers caress her head slowly until breathing normalizes and her body stops shaking, the tears have stopped making eyes burn so much when they dry.

- I'm here, no one will hurt you. You don't have to be afraid, you're safe... - Emily's voice is clear, calm and gradually makes the woman relax, slowly the bad thoughts dissipating as she concentrates on the voice that continues to speak reassuring words, bringing her back to the present - - Are you okay now? - Emily asks gently, looking at her with a worried expression in eyes, the same expression she indentifies in her daughter every time she looks at her now and it made Y/N break into tears.

- I don't know, I still don't know. - she whispers, voice almost inaudible not wanting to leave her chest as she separates from the chief, moving quickly to check on the daughter, but seeing her peaceful appearance and in deep sleep reassures herself. Y/N looks over her shoulder to Emily, still seeing concern in her face - I don't know what was going on, but... thank you.

- You're welcome. - Emily nods, putting her hand lightly on Y/N's shoulder - I think it was an anxiety crisis. Are you ok now? If you need anything, I'm here. - she says gently, looking into Y/N's eyes and trying to give a smile, unsuccessfully, her heart aches to imagine what the former agent is going through and the child too - We can talk about it, if you want.

Y/N wipes the tears away and swallows hard, trying not to cry again. She turns to Emily, trying to keep a neutral expression, hiding her feelings of pain, fear and helplessness.

- I'm fine, thank you. - she says, forcing a smile. - Don't worry, it's nothing. I'll be fine in time. Now, let's talk about what we had planned.

- Are you sure you're well enough to talk about it? If you don't want to talk about it now, we can postpone the conversation. - Emily sighs and approaches carefully, gently trying to touch Y/N's shoulder again, but she pulls away, her hard gaze making it clear that she is not ready for contact - I understand, don't worry.

- No. No, I'm fine. - she replies, keeping a firm voice as she can, directing the topic - So, have you read Lili's entire file? Are there any questions that need to be clarified? Anything you'd like to know?

The brunette is silent for long seconds, head down as her mind fills with mixed feelings as she hears her talking about this topic with a certain distance and coldness in voice, Emily feels a combination of sadness and guilt, because if Lili is really her daughter, then she has missed important growing up years, all those first moments like first steps, word, school day, first soccer game or whatever she does as a hobby, as well as birthdays. She was not there to hold her and help blow out the candles. Emily sighs deeply, aware that she may never have the chance to make up for lost time, nor would there be any way to go back in the past and try to do something different, because if there was she would definitely do it. She raises her head, looking at Y/N, and swallows dryly settling herself on the bed. Her jaw is tense and she tries to struggle to formulate something decent, non-invasive, trying to find the right words to express her feelings, but she can't.

- I know the file tells some things about her, but... does she have something she likes to do? Something she loves? Favorite color? - the chief bites the tongue, feeling suddenly silly for having asked so many trivial questions when there is a big question in the middle.

- I thought the first thing you would do is question motherhood. - Y/N laughs and sits down on the end of the other bed facing her ex-wife - Let's start from this point.

- Okay, so, how? I left and you were already pregnant? But our last attempt was months earlier. - Emily tries to do the mental math between her going to London and Lilibet's birth, remembering the time period between their last attempt to get pregnant and her leaving, the question on her mind from the moment she read the file - And we had negative results.

- One week and a few days before you left I secretly tried one last chance, two after you left for London came the positive. I called you.

- And I never answered. - the woman completes in a shaky voice - I don't question being or not being Lilibet's mother, I believe you. Besides, she's the personification of the Prentiss.

- That's true, she has those eyes and smile of yours, the nose is clearly of Elizabeth. - Y/N squares her shoulders and turns to face her daughter, knowing she could never deny her genetic heritage when a small version of her ex-wife is lying there wrapped in the blankets -- If you want, we can do a DNA test, also, I still have all the documents of the fertilization clinic. - she suggests, with care in temper.

Emily sighs and nods reluctantly in agreement, staring at the child behind Y/N, her heart tightens and there is a strange weight in the pit of stomach. She feels the need to get closer, to know Lili's personality and way of being, to better understand who she is, who she can become. To know the little girl's world.

- I wish I was here with you Y/N, when you were pregnant with Lilibet and her growth. I wish I could have been a part of that. But, unfortunately, I can't change the past. - the brunette's body is trembling and she feels the sweat starting to run down her hands -- And I know that no matter how hard I beg you won't forgive me so easily. So I can only ask. Can you tell me how it all went? What were your symptoms when you thought you were pregnant? How did you find out? I want to know more about Lilibet.

The former agent sighs, feeling suddenly sick, everything that has happened in the last few days is simply too much, first the attack, that man, meeting her ex-wife again after 4 long years, Emily discovering their daughter and consequently probably returning to her life just as she once arrived. She looks at Lilibet behind her, eyes gazing at her baby with love and admiration, it's a little human being that she wanted so much and brought into the world. And even though Emily Prentiss didn't know it, she was a part of that process. Y/N understands that despite the hurts and events no matter what happened in the past for now, what really matters is Lili. She turns to Emily again, nodding.

- You're right, Prentiss. I won't forgive you so easily, but for me what matters right now is Lilibet and her feelings. She will never be denied of anything. - Y/N pauses, taking a breath and the courage to continue - I would never deny you the... right to be Lilibet's mother, nor would I deny Lilibet the opportunity to have the other mother by her side. She needs love and care, I just want the best for my princess. - she swallows down her saliva, still not believing that this feared moment has arrived and to go through her pride for the sake of the girl's happiness is harder than she thought it would be - I'm here to answer your questions, as apparently I won't be able to sleep. After all.

Emily opens the mouth to say something, but no words come out. She then quickly approaches Y/N and hugs her with excitement, wrapping her in arms tightly, affectionately and gratefully. Although she returns the contact the woman carefully pulls away, as if the touch is burning her, which is not entirely untrue. Where she is touched burns, leaving a lingering trail on Y/N skin, etched as well as scent of her perfume on her clothes.

- So...

- Ah! - the chief realizes she just did and practically throws herself back to where she was before - I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. I want to think of something to ask, but there are so many things about her that I don't know where to start, maybe the basics. What is her favorite color? What does she like to do? Is she a lively child or a quieter one? That would be ironic, a quiet child was all my parents wanted. - she laughs sadly, unable to know what the girl is like even though she spends a day watching her, the guilt takes over her stomach and reaches into bile with this dull feeling.

- Well, her favorite color is green, she also likes pink tones, except for vibrant ones. Lili loves to draw and paint, and sometimes she can be quite agitated, especially on colder days, because all she wants to do is go out and play in the garden. - a bright smile appears on Y/N's lips as she talks about her daughter, and this doesn't pass unnoticed by Emily, who pays attention to every word, absorbing everything - She also loves to sing and dance, she is a little fan of musicals and Disney movies. Lili is really smart, she can already read little books, and is learning to count.

- It's amazing how smart she is for her age. - Emily comments, looking a bit amazed - You have done a great job with her. It's really fortunate that Lilibet has you for a mother. And... what else can you tell me about her? Does she do any activities? Maybe soccer.

- She is too young and small to play soccer, but she has been practicing ballet since 2 years old and wants to join the pre-school baseball league as soon as she turns 4. She loves sports, almost constantly accompanies me on walks, and when we are at home, there are the games and active play. - she smiles sadly, remembering that the girl had a day like that and was putting together her own mess when that man showed up, so she closes the eyes trying to erase it from her memory for the moment and tries to change the topic - Any other questions?

- I... - Emily was about to start asking, but was interrupted by the beep of her phone. She picks it up to see what was sent and her face becomes apprehensive - It's Tara calling me back to the BAU. There's a new lead. I have to go. Sorry, Y/N. I'd really like to talk more, but... - she gets up, already preparing to leave, putting her leather jacket against the body and the holster on her waist - Try to get some sleep, anything I call and if you need anything just call me, my number is on the nightstand.

- You can't tell me anymore about the lead?

- One of the invaders was captured. Do you remember the Petros Galanis case? - Emily feels frustrated for having to interrupt the conversation, but at the same time is motivated by finally having a useful lead about what is going on, besides that anything related to the case concluded years before has to be observed and treated with care - It's one of his former henchmen.

- Is Petros seeking revenge? Or one of his sons? - the question is practically rhetorical, Emily neither agrees nor responds - But we arrested him along with his sons, the only one who was not arrested reported him in and is in witness protection.

- He is a man with many cards up his sleeve. - the brunette says low, more to herself than to the woman, and shudders to imagine what the Greek mobster could do in retaliation, she knows he has connections with powerful people and has the ability to provide resources that many others don't have, which probably allowed him to invade the agents' house even in prison - I'll reinforce security here, Will and the boys are in the next room if something happens and I can't get there in time.

- Okay. - by now the tension has taken over the air, both feel the fear running down their spines, as much as they were protected and off the radar, the Galanis family had been one of the biggest criminal organizations they faced at that time, with a legacy marked of violence, power and intimidation, leaving a trail of corpses. When the case was closed there was the near certainty of the decimation with the arrest of the leader and his heirs, so the agents involved would be safe, but apparently not, no one is safe when there is one of them out there - Please take care.

- I will, you take care too. And of Lili. - Emily smiles weakly and approaches the child, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Then, she turns to Y/N and automatically does the same thing to her, an affectionate gesture and at the same time a farewell, something they used to do when they were married and even after years away her body still seems used to it. - Everything will be fine, try to get some sleep.

- Right.

And Emily left the hotel room with the feeling of fear in the pit of her stomach but mentally determined and ready to act on this case, to confirm if that arrested piece of shit is still connected to the greek mafia and what the hell Petros Galanis might be up to, or one of his four sons behind bars. Now, besides the BAU family, she has to protect the mother and daughter as well. She knows the danger they are in, especially Lilibet as she is an easy and fragile target, who could easily become the organization's ultimate goal of revenge. She was called Little Prentiss, just confirming that whoever goes after this sick plan knows about the maternal connection to Emily, knows about the marriage, and most importantly, knows that Lilibet Eloise Y/L/N (Prentiss) is the daughter of the two main agents responsible for the Galanis' downfall.

- Hey, we have a visitor... - Tara whispers practically running towards Emily as she passes through the glass doors of the floor, a bit distracted in her own thoughts.

- What?

- Behind me. Near the snack machine. - she points with her head to a woman in the same spot she indicated, the only person there -- Friend of Y/N and must be important to be here 3am behind her.

When looking closely at the place Emily comes across a tall woman, maybe almost or as tall as Tara, she is slim, her body is highlighted by a tailored feminine suit, she wears black Manolo Blahniks high heels, fine authentic jewelry, light makeup, her blonde hair is perfectly cut at shoulder height, her glasses perched on the tip on her thin nose as she searches for something on the machine reveals her light blue eyes, deep and penetrating. When she notices the chief's presence and directs her gaze at Emily, it is intense and inquisitive, as if she is reading her mind. Her expression is half amused, half serious, and she has an aura of authority that cannot be denied. This woman has an air of professionalism and elegance, standing out among the other people who despite wearing similar clothes seem just background in her presence. As she walks towards the women, the brunette can't not notice the beautiful pair of long, shapely legs fitted tightly into the chic skirt.

- Agent Prentiss, right? - she asks gently, holding out her free hand to the brunette, a small smile on lips.

- Chief, actually. - Emily shakes the woman's hand, feeling the firmness and confidence she conveys in just one touch. The handshake was brief but intense, as if both were evaluating and testing each other - And you?

- Dr. Helena Cavendish. - she faces her with a certain superiority, analyzing Emily from head to foot, as if she were weighing every detail of hers and analyzing it, then smiles before continuing - For closer, Lena. Y/N's girlfriend.

Note: Ladies, I present to you how I imagine the OC, for me Helena would have the same look and vibe as Alex Cabot from SVU

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queerpumpkinnn · 1 year

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Stain (Part Four)

2k words

In which Sirius realizes that he loves you in a different way than the other Marauders.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six coming soon!

Summary: You and Sirius deal with the repercussions of Sirius' confession.

Pairing: Bestfriend!Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: none, but let me know if there needs to be!

While reading, I recommend you listen to Songs I want to have a crazy epic love to - a Spotify playlist by me!

Forty two hours.

It had been forty two hours since Sirius Black had admitted that he was in love with you. And it had been thirty six hours since you had seen his face. You never lingered in the common room, opting to sit with Lily and Mary whenever in the Great Hall, and you outright skipped Astronomy to avoid sitting next to him.

The conversation still had your head reeling, even as it played back in your mind on repeat. Pieces of dialogue came back to you in flashes, echoing in your brain and pulling you back into the whirlwind of emotions that came with it.

After you'd skipped a few classes, you retreated to the courtyard where you hoped you'd be left alone. In the span of time, you were approached by a variety of people.

First came Lily. She'd already been told the entire situation, and she was sympathetic to your lack of energy. The girl noted your wishing to be left alone, opting to give you a recap of the day's Potions class at a later time and squeezing your hand before leaving.

Next came Peter and Mary, also in your Potions class. You'd used the guise of having accidentally slept in, given it was your first of the day. They didn't seem to believe you, sharing in a skeptical look before shrugging and leaving you be.

Regulus Black was after. You weren't terribly close with him, but he was Sirius' brother and your partner in Defense Against the Dark Arts. At first he only came to provide the day's notes, but after seeing your state he didn't leave, leaning lightly against the pillar above you.

"So what has my brother done now?"

If you weren't drained of all energy you probably would have snapped your neck whipping your head around to see him. But the look in your eyes pulled a small smile to the boy's lips.

"I know the two of you are close. I also saw him in worse shape than ever at breakfast and you at the opposite end of the table. It wasn't difficult to piece together."

You clicked your tongue, leaning your head against the stone behind you. "I'm not sure, honestly. Still trying to figure that out."

Regulus hummed, turning curtly and leaving without another word.

Next came James. He was the most persistent. He plopped down next to you, surprising you a little.

"So? Why were you avoiding Sirius all day?"

Damn.

"I wasn't." You tried.

"Oh, no, I think you were. I heard the two of you shouting last night, and it wasn't the good kind. Then you sat on the other end of the house table. Of course, you do sit with the girls sometimes, so that would seem normal. If Sirius didn't look like a kicked puppy, no pun intended. Then you skipped Astronomy and Potions, and only those two- the two classes you share with Sirius, and that's too big a coincidence. So yes, you were."

Well, there goes that. "We just had a tiff, that's all. It's nothing."

Again, the bespectacled boy raised a skeptical brow. "You two never have tiffs. You've been thick as thieves since first year. And even then, tiffs aren't typically shouting matches followed by almost two days of ignoring each other."

You gave a frustrated sigh at his persistence. James' gaze softened, pulling his legs closer to his body. "I heard him crying that night. I know he told you he was in love with you."

"Huh?"

James gave a sad smile. "Yeah."

"So you know, huh?"

"As of last night, yeah." James' gaze turned from one of sympathy to realization, hands flying to his unruly mop of hair in shock. "Were you the one he was running around with?"

You nodded, shrugging.

"And he was the one you were getting all blushy about?" He pointed his thumb over his shoulder as though the boy was behind him.

You nodded again, spirits lifted a little bit at your friend's bewildered face.

"Merlin, I can't believe I didn't see it." James barked a laugh.

"Well, we were sneaking around. Remus was the only one who knew anything, really. And I think Peter, at some point, but he never told."

"You told Wormtail but not me?"

"He found out on accident!"

James groaned theatrically, grasping his heart and pretending to faint. Your soft chuckles and his laughs died down after a moment, and James rolled over to face you.

"So how do you feel about the whole thing?"

You hummed, fiddling with the hem of your robe. "I'm not sure. I miss him, though."

"Do you love him back?"

You blinked at the boy, a hollow space in your throat where words should be.

"I see. You're still mulling it over?"

You nodded slowly, the slightest of movements enough of an answer for James.

"I get it. Feelings are hard. Well, I do know that he's sorry for his outburst. He's very brazen when it comes to his feelings, you know. He's been a mess all week since your fight."

"Then why hasn't he talked to me?"

James gave you a pitying look. "Would you go talk to someone who stormed out when you confessed love?"

Again, you were at a loss for words.

"See? And I'm not saying you weren't right to be upset at his approach, but he's scared to make things worse. He's giving you your space."

"But he's the one in the wrong. He basically told me I shouldn't be with Jack and assumed I loved him back. He should apologize." You insisted, but it was a frail attempt of an argument.

James removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "He should. And he would if you'd stop avoiding him like the plague."

Any cutting reply you had died on your tongue. He was right. But you were stubborn.

"I'm not going to wave up the white flag for him." You finalized, crossing your arms.

James groaned. "You know what? If that's how you want to handle this, I can't force you to do any differently." The boy patted your knee before standing. "But please, be kind to him."

And so you were granted a while of silence.

You hated that it wasn't easy to be angry with him. You hated that you couldn't just say he was far out of line for assuming you loved him back. For the first half of the new day, you could. You raged. But when it dissolved, it was replaced with longing and emptiness and an ache in your chest that said you were missing a piece of your soul.

And so an hour later, you sat in the courtyard under a tree, half of your weight leaning on the trunk of a tree and the other on Jack's torso, his arm draped over your shoulders. Dorcas and Marlene were sat across from you, as well as a few friends of his who were horsing around. You weren't really listening to them.

You'd chosen not to tell your boyfriend about the argument between you and Sirius, at least for the time being. You wanted to collect your thoughts, soak in them in hopes that somehow they would compartmentalize on their own.

You were so lost in thought staring at your shoes that you hadn't processed your name being called.

"Hm?"

Jack's brows furrowed. "Are you alright? You've been quiet lately."

You nodded, sighing. "Didn't get much sleep last night."

"McGonagall's been working you that hard?"

"Yeah, I suppose so." You pulled your robes tighter over your body when a chill swept over. The clouds had been greying while you sat. You knew the upcoming weeks were sure to be stormy.

The bubble of gloomy silence that surrounded you was popped when around the bend came a huffing and puffing James Potter, bending over when he finally reached the group.

"James? Why're you in such a-" You were interrupted by his finger up to signal he needed a moment, putting his hands on his knees and heaving a breath that was, as per usual, quite dramatic.

"Remus is in the hospital wing. Last night got real bad, I think you'll want to see him."

You knew immediately what that meant. Leaping to your feet and leaving textbooks behind, you sprinted over the grass behind James into the castle. Weaving around groups of students clustered in the middle of the corridor and even almost tripping over your own feet multiple times, the two of you reached the hospital wing in record time.

Perhaps your mind was frazzled, perhaps it was the urgency in James' voice, but it didn't occur to you that Remus had been dealing with his lycanthropy for years and never before has it become so bad- mind, hours after the fact- that you'd been called to see him so urgently.

But you suddenly became hyper-aware of the odd situation when you stormed through the great doors of the hospital wing and there were nothing but empty rows of beds clad in clean white sheets, save for one, which held a very disheveled-looking Sirius Black.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw him, the sound of the doors closing being a muted background noise amongst the sound of your heart racing in your ears.

When he stood, you couldn't move. You felt frozen in place when his eyes met yours, so weary and full of sadness and fear. The boy normally sported dark shades under his eyes, sleep seemed to evade him since his youth, but this was worse. His face was devoid of the eyeliner he normally wore, but small streaks around the corners of his eyes said that it had simply faded, that he hadn't bothered to remove it by any means other than crying or natural wear. His face was blotched with red on his cheeks and nose, a stark comparison to his pale skin. He was standing like he was closing in on himself, holding his arms around himself and his feet close together. His arm was covered in doodles from borrowed muggle pens, something he only ever did when he was in need of comfort. His lips were chapped, as you noticed when he began taking timid steps towards you. He dared not look away, searching for any signs of your discomfort, hatred, disgust, something.

"Hey." Was all you could say. You wanted to slap yourself in the face for being so awkward.

"Hey. Guess James is a better liar than I thought." What was he saying?

"Yeah. You don't look so good, have you been eating?"

Sirius shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Not much."

"Hypocrite." You smiled weakly. "You're always filling Remus' plate and scolding him for skipping meals."

"No friend of mine is going to wither away for academics." Sirius insisted, his feeble demeanor dissipating ever so slowly.

You chuckled softly, finally able to stare at him comfortably. With adoration, without fearing if he'd look back your way from across the Great Hall and scowl because you'd thrown away his heart.

"Sirius..." Your mouth hung open for a moment, searching for words. "You're my best friend. And I do care about you."

Sirius braced himself for the inevitable 'but'.

"But all I can give you is friendship right now. I don't even know how I feel, so I need you to let me figure that out."

Sirius nodded slowly, and the look on his face said that through the sinking of his heart into his stomach, he understood. Truly.

"Then friends it is. I'm sorry I didn't react properly the other night."

You gave him a feeble smile, accepting his apology. In all realness, Sirius was the reason you had standards. He'd always been the one pointing out when you were being treated sub-par, making sure you knew your worth.

Sirius held his arms open, only remnants of nervousness visible in his eyes now. You nodded, closing your eyes and drinking in his scent, the solace of his arms. You'd missed him.

But you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something yet to be resolved.

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anticomedygarden · 1 year

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scientific method

enchantment

Step One: Make an Observation

Recently, Remus had been noticing his boyfriend acting more dog-like than usual.

Sure, Sirius had always shared certain traits with the canine species, but ever since becoming an animagus, those traits had been…amplified, so to speak.

Step Two: Define a Question to Investigate

His observations had led him to one question: did becoming an animagus cause a person to develop behaviors common to their animal form?

Step Three: Form a Hypothesis

Because Remus did not know much about stags and was frankly a tad disgusted by rats despite growing up on a farm, he was left with only one test subject, thus the prediction:

If Sirius were presented with the opportunity, he would act in a way similar to a large dog, specifically one bred for guarding and herding.

Step Four: Test the Hypothesis

Of course, Remus had to experiment with his findings.

The first trial took place on a lazy Sunday morning. Sirius had been jittery and restless, but for Remus, it was the perfect opportunity.

“Hey, Pads, do you want to go for a walk?” Remus asked innocently.

The effect was instant. The second Remus uttered the word walk, the black-haired boy’s head popped out from under the blankets where he had been sucking a line of hickeys up Remus’ abdomen. “Did you say walk?”

Remus bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what I said.”

He jumped up and ran to the door. “Let’s go!”

So far so good.

The second trial was less a trial and more an accidental observation.

Remus and Lily were just entering Gryffindor Tower after prefect rounds when Sirius came crashing into him, practically squealing with joy. “You were gone so long! I missed you!”

Remus spit out a mouthful of wavy black hair. “We were barely gone an hour, Pads.”

Sirius just buried his head in his boyfriend’s neck. “I still missed you.”

Observations were positive.

The third trial ended up being more a set of trials, but all were necessary. Absolutely necessary.

It started when Remus’ wand fell out of his pocket three times in two minutes because of a small hole he hadn’t known about. Each time, Sirius bent down to pick it up, even when it rolled almost all the way down to Hagrid’s hut. As Sirius was a perfectly attentive boyfriend before he became an animagus, it wasn’t enough to prove anything, but it was enough for more thorough exploration.

The second part took place in Potions when the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fifth years were brewing Amortentia.

“Shit, I’m out of pearl dust,” Remus muttered, moving to stand from his desk.

Sirius put out a hand and rose to his feet. “I’ll get it for you.”

A minute later, the young Black walked back from Slughorn’s storeroom with enough pearl dust to power 300 love potions, and Remus was thrilled.

The third part, Remus purposefully instituted himself.

The four marauders were sitting near the Great Lake relaxing on a Saturday afternoon when Remus picked up a stick and threw it about 10 meters away. Immediately, Sirius, who had been resting on Remus’ lap in human form, shifted to his dog self and took off like a shot toward the stick only to come back trotting with the little piece of wood clutched between his teeth.

Next, Remus threw it about 30 meters away, and the same thing happened.

Then, he threw it in the Great Lake. Sirius jumped in after it like a fish in its natural habitat.

James and Peter didn’t even look up.

Really, Remus could have called the experiment at this point, but he decided this trial wasn’t quite good enough for him.

The fourth trial tested Sirius’ herding skills.

Because Padfoot was so big and Remus had yet to determine what breed he was, the werewolf assumed there had to be some type of herding dog in there.

Thus, trial number four.

The fifth year Gryffindors were walking back from Hogsmeade when Peter and Mary started to lag behind, and, when Remus pointed this out, Sirius slowed down until they caught up to the group.

Then, James and Marlene stopped to look at a strange beetle to determine if it was just a weird normal bug or a beefed up chunky magic bug, and Sirius circled back to hurry them along the path.

Finally, and this part was the most important, when some third year Hufflepuffs asked for help getting back to the castle, Sirius pushed them into the main part of the group and made sure they didn’t get left behind.

Interesting. Very interesting.

The fifth trial took place over the course of months.

This particular trait was especially present around the full moon when Remus was what they had come to call “moonsick”.

Anytime he was sick or upset, Sirius would snuggle up to him and not let go unless Remus needed something. They would burrow into the blankets for hours and not move until Sirius was assured of Remus’ wellbeing.

It didn’t count toward the experiment because it wasn’t out of character; Remus just thought it was worth noting.

The final trial was the least fun.

The two of them were making their way to the Great Hall after a grueling Ancient Runes test when they ran into Snape.

“Well, well, look who it is. Loony Lupin and his pet,” Snape drawled., toying with his wand. “I can’t believe they let people like you walk around, much less attend a school with children.”

Before Remus could even open his mouth, Sirius was saying, “I can’t believe they let you walk around with your hair looking like that.”

Snape’s eyes flickered to Remus. “You should really get him muzzled before he bites someone. Or do you like that?”

Remus didn’t have to look to know that Sirius was fuming next to him. “Fuck off, Snivellus.”

Remus tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go, Sirius.”

They turned to leave, but Snape just had to get another word in. “That’s right. Run away. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll see you in the Hospital Wing after the next-Fuck!”

For while Snape had been threatening Remus’ entire life, Sirius had been preparing to punch Snape in the face. Which was exactly what he did.

Thankfully, Sirius hadn’t gotten the boy in the nose, but from the looks of it, Snape would have a wicked black eye if he didn’t go see Madam Pomfrey.

And, if Sirius wasn’t stopped, he would have much more than that.

“Sirius!” Remus exclaimed. “Love, come on.”

Like an enchantment, Sirius flew to Remus’ side, but not without pointing to Snape and saying, “You tell anyone who did that and I’ll tell Dumbledore you threatened a student.”

With that, they left for the Great Hall, and Remus noted two things.

One, Sirius’ guard dog instincts were on point, and, two, he had developed the skills to follow basic commands.

Step Five: Results

All in all, Remus was very happy with the results of his experiment. Sirius seemed to be strongly exhibiting traits common to dogs such as herding, guarding, cuddling, and following commands.

That’s right; results conclusive. The process of becoming an animagi can cause behavioral changes associated with the animal counterpart.

Magnificent.

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