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what do you mean wolfstar didnt raise harry

what do you mean this isnt canon (from this post)

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who else is gay for hp gals? 🙋‍♀️

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Remus is all curves. Soft eyes and curving scars, jumpers and fuzzy socks. Sitting by the window when it’s raining. Drinking tea by the fire. Good books and bedsheets and tears that flow freely.

Sirius is all edges. Sharp eyebrows and harsh jaw, popped collar and clunky boots. Motorcycle rides in the middle of the night. Laying in the snow until his fingers freeze. Leather and smoke and anger that rips apart anything in its way.

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non-magic drarry!au

big brother!au (reality tv show) where harry and draco meets inside as housemates

draco’s task was to pretend he can’t speak english fluently and to keep up the act until the rest of the housemates find out

harry was the first person he talks to and tries to tell him he can only speak french and barely speak english

harry tries his best to translate everything what’s happening inside the house to draco

albeit his french is bit wonky and needs work (he keeps interchanging pronouns and misuse words inappropriately to draco’s amusement)

one of big brother’s small tasks to harry and draco is to help the other one learn each other’s language by talking in straight english/french for a specific given time

“voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” draco asks harry and hermione just deadpan looks at the camera, already discovered draco’s farce a long time ago but is not allowed to talk about it

dean groans in the background bc he’s finally caught on

everyone at this point is in the joke but harry remains oblivious to the fact draco is flirting with him all the time in french

“he’s just being nice, ron.”

“sure, harry.”

everyone notices that draco has stopped making an effort to be friends with anyone and has stuck closely to harry

one night when half of the housemates are already evicted, seamus half jokingly asks everyone where do they want to get married

harry answers “beach” and draco “l'église” (church) at the same time

draco pauses a second and changes his answer to “une église près d'une plage” (a church near a beach)

pansy couldn’t it take anymore and shouts “foR FUCK’S SAKE JUST KISS ALREADY”

“shut up, pansy” draco hisses

harry is startled and v confused and there’s a blushing draco malfoy beside him

big brother takes a pity and tells draco that he can now tell harry the truth since everyone knows already

everyone slips back to the bedroom and a guilty looking draco is left behind with a curious harry

“harry, i can speak perfect english.”

harry is basically shocked pikachu face.jpg

“i also like you and yes, i am fluent in english”

harry gapes, the past 89 days finally caught up to him and embarrassment crept up to his face

“in my defense, you should blame big brother bc i was only doing my task”

harry is still speechless and can only smack draco’s shoulder

“ow! what was that for?!”

“you’re a proper bastard! that’s what!”

“so now he speaks” draco rubs his shoulder

“shut up!”

“are you done being a baby? can i snog you now?”

“were you this straight forward when you were talking in french?” harry’s got a look that he’s having whiplash and draco couldn’t blame him, even finds it endearing really

“harry, yes or no. can i snog you?”

harry makes a disgruntled noise and hides his face behind his hands

he drops it after seemingly making a decision

“come here, you fucker. if you don’t kiss me within five seconds, the answer will be no.”

draco has never jumped to his feet so fast in his life

“ugh fucking finally”

“shut up neville”

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On the first day of ficmas, Hazel gave to you, a hockey player au….

Remus pushed Sirius’ hand away when it reached over his, trying to stop him from fiddling with the wrapping on their contribution to the team’s secret santa, “Stop it, stop, focus on the road.”

Sirius laughed, but obligingly placed his hand back on the wheel, “Stop fussing, Re, it looks fine.”

Remus stared pointedly ahead of him, eyebrows raised, “Best wrapped gets the fifty dollar Starbucks gift-card.” He leant his head back against the warmed leather seat of Sirius’ car—a splurge after the his first Cup, “Do you understand how long that can last me?”

Sirius glanced over at him, smile half raised, “You don’t need a gift-card.”

Remus looked back down to the neatly wrapped present on his lap. Inside, a set of shot glasses, one for each player, their nickname stenciled cleanly in varsity letters on the side, along with their number, “You don’t need a gift-card. Correction.”

Remus ignored Sirius’ familiar sigh, the one that always came when Remus blatantly refused to accept Sirius’ money—on any terms.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius reached again, palm hovering in the air for a moment, raised like surrender, showing that he meant no trouble, before pressing his fingers into the spaces between Remus’ and resting them on the center console between them. Remus squeezed lightly, just to show he wasn’t actually angry. He saw Sirius smile from the corner of his eye, and he squeezed back.

When they pulled up in the driveway of James’ house, Sirius let out a long whistle, Remus a loud laugh.

“Oh my god.” Remus pressed back into his seat, as if the small extra amount of distance would do anything to lessen the glare of what looked like thousands of blinking lights.

“Prongs getting overexcited.” Remus turned towards Sirius’ voice, and they grinned at each other, “As usual.”

Remus bumped his door closed with his hip, breath fogging in front of him. Sirius chirped the lock, and they squeezed out into the walkway from between the countless other cars of the rest of the team.

“I thought we weren’t late.” Remus frowned, staring at the cars that lined most of the rest of the street.

He looked up at Sirius when an answer didn’t come right away. He was looking straight ahead, mouth clearly fighting a smile and eyes practically glowing.

Remus stopped dead, “I thought—Sirius Black when did this party start?”

Sirius let out a soft laugh, nose scrunching and buried his mouth into the maroon and gold scarf tied around his neck, eyes blinking slowly with mocking innocence, “Seven thirty.”

“Pads!” Remus spluttered, “It’s fucking—“ He dug in his pocket for his phone, shifting the gift to the other hand, “Eight forty-five. It’s nearly nine. You said nine.”

Sirius tugged his scarf down before stepping into Remus’ space. The lights flashed across his skin, his hair curling across his temples form the damp snow falling. He leaned down, broad shoulders blocking them mostly from the view of the house, and caught Remus’ lips in a bruising kiss, head angling to lick into Remus’ mouth. Remus nearly dropped the present.

“Maybe you should have asked what time the party started before climbing on top of me then.”

Remus let out a breath, watching it fog like Sirius’ between them, “You’re a menace.”

“Hm.” Sirius grinned, teeth flashing brightly, and was just nudging their noses together—

“Merry fucking Christmas, lovebirds! Fuck!” There was a muffled sort of crash, and Sirius heard Lily’s voice trying to laugh and scold at the same time.

Sirius sighed, shaking his head lightly.

They turned, Sirius hooking his pinky around Remus’ before fully joining their hands as they picked their way up the snowy path, “Hi, Harz.” Sirius bumped their fists, “Looking a little flushed there, you okay?”

Finn lifted one shoulder, and Remus couldn’t tell if he was leaning against the doorframe in a cool way, or if it was for support, “There’s cider. There’s rum. It’s Christmas.”

“We’re playing Washington in just a few days, get it out of your system now.“

“Cap.” Finn groaned, “C’mon.” Remus snorted at the pout he put on, dark red hair falling into his eyes, “It’s a party.”

“Hey, Cap’s here!”

There was a whoop, and then James’ face appeared in the small sliver of the warm living room that they could see from the door. He, too, looked a little unsteady on his feet.

“Took you long enough, Jesus.” He pulled Sirius into a tight hug, then flinched, “Take your coat off, that shit’s freezing. And your shoes too, Lils will like it that I said that. Re, was he holding you up?”

“They were tongue-fucking in the driveway.”

Remus grinned into James’ shoulder, before shoving the gift into James’ hands and glaring at Luke, “Just because you’re not getting any, Muzz, doesn’t mean I can’t.”

There were answering shouts of praise from all around, but all Remus really heard was Sirius’ chuckled, “I love you” into his ear.

The house was warm and lively, and Remus split his time between the wives and girlfriends, children, and the players as evenly as he could, although Harry Potter and Kara Loizeaux were hard to say no to. He was currently sat cross-legged in the middle of the living room, surrounded by what of the team hadn’t moved into the kitchen at the mention of a fresh batch of cider, and helping the two littlest of the children push a tiny hockey puck back and forth on a miniature rink. He sort of loved how most kids would be pushing a train around a track, while these two were happily pushing the puck around, just like their fathers.

“She’s a hard hitter, no?”

Remus looked up at Marc Loizeaux, grinning, “She’s got the Loizy pout down, that’s for sure.”

“Where ever could she have learned it from, I wonder?” Colette wrapped an arm around her husband’s waist, a glass of wine held lightly in her free hand.

“Yeah, you fucking diver.” Came from the kitchen in Logan’s light accent, made heavier with alcohol.

Marc rolled his eyes, “Tremblay, Surveille ton langage!”

“D’accord, papa, d’accord.”

Remus looked towards the laughter filled room, then met Marc’s smiling eyes again, shaking his head, “I think you have more children than you think you do.”

Colette sighed, taking a sip of wine, “I think so too, Remus.”

The party got a little more wild after the kids were finally put to bed or taken home. They said goodnight to the players, pouting even after it had been made clear that, not only had they been allowed to stay up hours past their bedtime, but that they would be seeing santa in a few days time.

The team sat in a circle, Remus snuggling up close to Lily a little apart to watch them exchange gifts.

“Why is it,” Lily tilted some of his cider into her cup, careful not to spill on her particularly awful Christmas sweater, “that even if they all know they’re going to end up with something, they still get competitive.”

Remus hummed through a mouthful of the warm, spicy drink before swallowing, “Because they know who gives the best ones.”

“How do you know?”

“No!” Luke shouted, as if on cue, “No, no, I want that one, that is—“

Finn knocked his santa hat off with a bat to the side of his head, “You don’t get to choose Muzz, that’s not how this works.”

“But that’s obviously Remus’.”

Remus grinned at Lily, “Because I give the best ones.”

Sirius spluttered, throwing one of the seemingly thousand cookies occupying the table at Luke’s head, “And mine.”

Luke rolled his eyes, “Please.”

“What is it? I’m not remember the word.” Logan snaps his fingers, “Pants on fire?”

Sirius glared, gesturing between him and Remus, “Le cadeau vient de nous deux.”

Remus sat up a little straighter at the french from Sirius’ mouth. Lily snorted.

“Settle down, Black, settle down.” Logan laughed as he too received a cookie to the face.

“Can you shits get it together?” Ryan gestured to his own gift, “I want to see.”

Lily’s voice rose over the protests, “Three, two, one, go, shitheads.”

There was a brief moment of silence while paper was torn off and gifts were identified.

“I have a shot glass.” Finn said gleefully, “Fuck.” He looked up at Remus, grinning, “Thanks, Lupy.”

“And Sirius.” Sirius grumbled from within what looked like a hand knit team sweater, deep maroon, and with “Go Griffins” sprawled across the back and front.

“You’re welcome.” Remus said, mostly thinking about stealing that sweater.

Then Sirius gave him a look, pushing his hair back from his forehead where it had gotten mussed by the soft wool, like it was already his. Something warmed in Remus’ chest and he set his wine down to settle back against the cushions beneath that gaze.

They all trickled out slowly, mostly by the fault of Finn and Luke, who seemed content to sleep beneath James and Lily’s tree.

“Muzz, Harz.” James crouched down between them and grinned, “Get the fuck out of my house now.”

Remus was wrapping Sirius’ scarf around his neck by the door, holding onto the tails to tug him closer, “I can have that sweater, right?”

Sirius smiled down at him, thumb coming up to brush along Remus’ bottom lip, “You can have whatever you want.”

Logan whistled, “You bet he can.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Tremzy, I swear to fucking god—si tu n’arrete pas…”

Logan raised his eyebrows.

“Morning skate is not going to be fun for you.” Sirius ended, in english, decisively with a grin.

There were “oohs” from all around, and Logan’s face dropped, “Cap.”

“Goodnight.” Sirius pulled James in for a hug, “Merry Christmas, Pots.”

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The apartment felt quiet but warm and settling when they got back, Sirius dropping their keys onto the table just inside the drawer.

“Well,” He threw his scarf to the side with his coat and toed his shoes off, walking into the kitchen, the tiles cool against his socks, “That was wild, as usual. I don’t even want to know how you control Muzz and Harz in practice, I mean, I love them but do they ever stop talk—“

He cut off with a sharp intake of breath when there were suddenly hands on his hips and he was spun against the counter, the marble cool against his back in contrast to Sirius’ large, warm hands. He looked down at him quietly, eyes soft but intense, a clear grey.

Remus licked his lips, suddenly feeling like the heat had been turned up, “Yes?”

Sirius’ lips pressed together in a smile, head tilting, “Sais-tu que je t’adore?”

Remus recognized nothing but love, so he did nothing but lean up and press a lingering kiss to Sirius’ jaw, about as far as he could reach without Sirius leaning down, “What was that about love, Captain?”

Sirius made a low noise in his throat, “I was asking you the same thing.” He stooped a little, hand reaching up to thumb along Remus’ jaw, “Do you know that I love you?”

Remus hummed, “Well. I think so.” He smiled slowly when Sirius rolled his eyes, dropping his face into Remus’ neck. Remus pressed his palm to his warm nape, scratching his fingers lightly through the curls of dark hair there, “I’m pretty sure I know something like that.”

“I love you with them. With the guys. They love you, too.” Sirius pulled back, nudging their foreheads together, “I’m glad I get to be here this year.”

“Me too.” Remus said immediately. Last year had been hard, they’d played Arizona on the twenty third and Remus had been at home with his parents. This year, Remus had other plans. Most of which included them eating a lot and never leaving Sirius’ overly nice apartment. He was in between semesters, and Sirius had nearly six days–a lifetime compared to his usual in-season breaks. Remus tilted his chin forward expectantly, and Sirius complied, lips hot.

Sirius’ hands looped around his and lead him slowly from the kitchen, kisses promising that the night was far from over.

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Hi so I saw some fan art and got inspired to write this, it’s really short but cute(?) sO I hope you enjoy!

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Would you relax? It’s going to be okay.” Sirius had finished tying the laces on Remus’ boots as he stood up. “I’ve got you, nothing bad’s going to happen okay?”

Remus took in a shaky breath as Sirius stood up, his noise brushing against the taller boy’s as he pulled him down slightly. “Do you trust me?” Sirius mumbled against Remus’ lips before pulling him into a kiss as he felt Remus nod.

“Alright, hold my hands and we’ll go slow okay?” Remus nodded again before stepping onto the ice rink, legs wobbling furiously as he gripped onto the other boy.

“Sirius-“ He began, losing his footing as he gripped onto Sirius’ arms.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, holding Remus tightly. “Keep your eyes on me okay?”

Remus’ amber eyes flicked up to Sirius’ grey ones as he held him tightly, “Just dont let me go, okay?”

“Never.”

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The pair climbed off the ice twenty minutes later, both aching and cold.

“I’m sorry Pads, I know how much you love ice skating and I-“

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sirius interrupted, a gentle smile on his lips. “I’m with you arent I? So I had fun.”

Remus felt a blush creep up his neck as he sat down on a seat, untying the laces on the boots. “As long as you’re sure.”

Sirius smiled again and tilted Remus’ face up to his. “Re, I had fun.” He said sternly as his hand moved to the back of Remus’ neck. “Don’t overthink it alright?” He pulled Remus into another kiss, “anyway, you looked adorable when you wobbled.”

Remus chuckled softly against Sirius’ lips before pulling away. “I should bloody well hope so considering I fell on my arse so many times.”

“Mm, lucky ice.” Sirius grinned as Remus rolled his eyes, shoving him away lightly.

“Piss of Pads.” He said, a wide smile on his lips as Sirius leant over to claim them once more.

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The Benefits of Being a Rat Animagus

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Raising Harry

I’ve read all these cute raising Harry fics where Remus and Sirius have no issues bringing him up. There’s never arguments. They always see eye to eye and Harry is this perfect angel of a child. And it’s cute, really. But also unrealistic.

Show me a fic where Remus and Sirius have disagreements on how to handle certain situations. Have them argue behind close doors. Have them get annoyed with each other or angry and one of them has to leave for a few hours to calm down.

Have Harry be a little shit. No kid is perfect. And let’s be honest, kids can be assholes. Even the best behaved child has a bad day. Show me that. Show me Harry having a tantrum because he didn’t get a cookie before dinner. Harry being placed in timeout and being petulant about it the entire time. Toddler Harry holding a grudge over the fact that Remus told him “No”. Harry knowingly doing things he’s not supposed to. Because he’s a child and that’s what children do.

On top of that, if he were raised by his Godfather he’d be a spoiled child. He’d be used to getting lavished in attention and love. He’d have these two men over-compensating because his biological parents are dead. So they’d feel like they’d have to go the extra mile for Harry.

Sirius grew up in an abusive home, and he’s gonna want to be the opposite of that. But he’s also gonna end up doing some things his parents did. He’s gonna say things and he’s gonna hear his mother’s voice. He’s gonna try his best, and show that. Show that it’s a struggle.

I want to see how both Sirius and Remus lose patience. How they have to tag team because the other can’t handle Harry screaming or crying. Have them need some space from it all. I want to see them feel guilty for feeling this way too.

Being a parent is hard. It is the most difficult thing that a person will do on their life. It’s rewarding, yes, but it’s not easy. And in both fic and canon, Sirius and Remus are so young. They’re barely out of childhood. They don’t know what the hell they’re doing. Be realistic about it.

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Why ‘female-presenting nipples’ matter

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

Stop shaming people for having bodies. 

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Harry is the Mafia boss and Draco can be either a stripper,the son of the mayor or the shy librarian. Your choice! ♡

Mafia Boss!Harry x Libarian!Draco:

Now let the judge know Draco had been minding his business when he first met Harry.

It was a casual Saturday afternoon, he was simply scanning some books and sudddenly he heard a cough.

Expecting it to be Mrs.Sprout returning to ask him again where the sport section was because, her wife Mrs. Hooch was to proud to do it herself.

But no, instead of an adorable old lady, he stared at an actual Adonis.

The man was the visual Draco got when he read the cliche line, “tall, dark and handsome.”

Draco was quite enough as it is but this guy made him lose his ability to breathe.

Luckily the man did the talking for him.

“Umm, I’d like to check out this book.” He explained waving the book in his hand.

In stiff movements, Draco walked towards the ‘man of his dreams’ and collected his book to check out.

But when he took it, he couldn’t help but snort when he caught sight of the title.

In bright red letters was, ‘Leo the Lion goes to the zoo.’

Not the type of book you’d expect such an intimidatingly handsome man to have.

The guy seemed flustered by Draco’s teasing laughter because he quickly explained himself.

“It’s for my Godson, he’s in his grandmothers house and asked if I could get it for him.”

Draco nodded in understanding but still had a smile on his face.

The check out continued and l Draco next asked for his godson’s library card.

He noticed the name on the library card and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Your Godson is Teddy Lupin?”

“Yes, why?”

Draco couldn’t help but let a huge smile bloom on his face.

“Oh Teddy is such a sweet child, he always brings me flowers and he’s so quiete and…”

Draco couldn’t help but gush on and on about Teddy.

Harry (what Draco was asked to call him.) adding a few words here and there.

Soon the conversation drifted from Teddy, to themselves and so much more.

“May I get your number?”

The question came out of nowhere and stopped Draco mid-sentence.

His face heated up almost immediately.

Harry only chuckled at his expression.

He was patient though, he let Draco stutter out his numbers timidly till he had his complete digits.

After that they hit it off immediately.

Soon their dates slowly turned less into a date and more into boyfriends simply doing couple things.

It was amazing.

When Harry asked Draco to move in with him, the blond was so happy he cried.

He spent most of his time in Harry’s fancy Penthouse anyway but the request still meant a lot.

So imagine Draco’s surprise when he was simply chilling in his and Harry’s apartment and suddenly some men in black, knock at the door.

Clueless, Draco believes they’re just friends of Harry.

But he immediately rethinks that thought when they put a bag over his head and chuck him into a van.

The drive gave Draco sometime to contemplate why this was happening.

Clearly, Harry had something to do with this because why would some men steal a random librarian.

And with that hypothesis he began to fit in some missing dots in his conclusion.

Like how when that time he was looking for a sock, he’d spotted blood on one of Harry’s shirt,

Or how Harry had that tattoo of a snake wrapped around a lion plastered on his back,

Or how Harry had scars and bullet marks on his skin o-

Now Draco thought about it, he must have been a new form of stupid for not realizing this sooner.

His bloody boyfriend is a type of criminal!

Seeing nothing left to do, Draco could only scream and thrash.

And thrash he did, his kidnappers literally had to bound him but that didn’t stop his ability to scream.

But that gag did.

Now he could only glare as he watched these men interact in front of him and he badly wanted to throw up when one of them would leer at him.

“This is Potter’s bird right?”

“Yep, he’s literally wearing Potter’s shirt.”

“Pretty little thing, no longer Potter keeps him around.”

“Don’t worry, after we lure in Potter and off him then the blonde is ours to fu-“ “Yours to what exactly?”

While these men were having their conversation, Draco witnessed his boyfriend sneak behind them and aim a gun at one of their heads.

Sadly he was gagged so he couldn’t warn ‘em.

Oh well.

Never in Draco’s life would he have believed his life would turn into a action movie, but here he was, being shielded from bullets behind a wall while his boyfriend and his crew had gun fight with a bunch of criminals.

After that night, as Draco patched a bullet to the arm Harry received. Harry told him everything.

About his place as King pin in a Mafia group, his criminal record basically everything.

Now, you’re probably wondering “Draco did you stick around after that?”

Well of course he did.

As dangerous as Harry was, it didn’t outweigh the fact that Harry read the entire “Leo the Lion” series before he read it out to his godson.

Or how he sulks if not kissed when he wakes up.

Or how he buzzes like a child whenever they decide to get ice cream.

So as long as Harry came back home alive, and with a new book, Draco couldn’t care what he did.

But what he did care about was “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’VE NEVER WATCHED BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!?! DOES RUNNING A MAFIA MEAN HAVING NO DISNEY!!”

Yeah, I think they’re going to be just fine.

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Day 13 of @yumenouveau and @artymakeart‘s WsIkntober ! 

Prompt : Common Room ♥ Since i’ve missed the Jily prompt because i wasn’t feeling ok, i decided to put everyone in a cuddle pile :) 

Enjoy ! ♥

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Inktober # 8- ‘STAR’ Sirius Black all young and hot. Not my fave ink I’ve done this month, but here we go! Look at dem stars. Also check out the detail of the zodiac in his coat. |

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Someone bought me a coffee! Thank you!

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things james definitely said as quidditch captain:

“Okay, guys! Practice all day Saturday, I’m taking sandwich orders.”

“Marlene, if you do not get on that broom right this instant, I’m putting in that first year and I don’t give a shit about the consequences.”

“To prepare for the game against Slytherin, we’re having an extra practice at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” “Except me.” “Right, except Sirius.”

“No, Sirius, you cannot install a mirror into the beater’s bat. No, I don’t care if your hair doesn’t look good.”

“Marlene, answer me this: Is Mary MacDonald on the team? Is she? No, I thought the fuck not. Get her off the field.”

Sirius: “Okay guys, I’m filling in for James today. Practice is cancelled.” James, yelling, running across the pitch with his robes tangled and his shirt stuck half-over his head: “No it is not.”

“Sirius, you’re coming to practice. The full moon was a week ago.” “I need time to recuperate!” “Oh, sure, if ‘recuperate’ meant ‘sex with a werewolf’…”

“Okay, team! Make sure to make me look good today, because Lily is watching. (To chasers) Each of you must pass the Quaffle to me a minimum of twenty-four times or you’re off the team.”

“Sirius, is there any way you can hit a Bludger at Snape and make it look like an accident? Great.”

“You know what? Fuck Slytherin. Fuck ‘em. No, I am not crying.”

“Sirius, trade uniforms with me. I need it to be a size small so that Evans can see how shredded I am.”

“Moony, if you do not come to the final game against Slytherin I will personally come to the hospital wing and attack you. Physically. With my fists.”

“How much would it cost to cover every broom on the team in pure gold?” (Harry takes after him.)

“Guess what? Hufflepuff’s a bunch of losers. They suck. They all deserve to die. No, it’s just allergies, shut up Sirius–”

“Test tomorrow? Fuck Transfiguration.” “Fuck it!” “Thanks, Marlene.”

“Treat those goalposts like they are Snivellus’ asshole. Nothing can penetrate them.”

“Get off the pitch, Mary! Peter can AND will eat you.”

(During a game) “Yes, Sirius, your hair looks lovely. Please get back to mauling your loser brother with bludgers.”

“You know what? I knew we could do it. I knew we could win. Because what we have–love–is the most powerful Quidditch skill there is. And the Slytherins will never, ever, understand that. Ow–oh, God–fuck you, Sirius! Yeah, I am fucking crying!”

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the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength

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You Heard Me

(( OOC: Based on THIS text post. )) 

*Remus and Sirius chat quietly together in the library as a wild James approaches*  

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Inspired by this post by @cookiesandcas.

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