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"Back already?" Sirius asks with a smirk.

"We have an appointment, Sirius," Remus sighs, "you knew I'd be here."

"You're no fun," he replies, pouting. Remus's eyes drop to his mouth, and Sirius wets his lips just to watch Remus's gaze track the motion of his tongue.

"You know I am," Remus murmurs, before seeming to realise what he said; his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, a stunned look on his face.

Sirius feels just as shocked. This is the first time Remus has acknowledged anything… more between them, outside of their escapades.

He has a choice now: he can let Remus pretend it never happened, that he never said anything to allude to the nature of their relationship, or he can push.

"Oh, is that so?" he asks, feeling a cheeky grin spreading on his lips. Sirius takes a step closer, and Remus doesn't step back. "And just how… fun are you?"

"Sirius…" Remus warns, glancing around.

But Sirius knows without looking - they're all alone in the studio. It's usually closed on Mondays, but Sirius came especially for Remus when his shifts at the bookstore got changed around.

"Yes…?" he prods innocently.

"We shouldn't… the tattoo…" but Remus is still staring at his mouth, pupils wide and almost swallowing the amber of his irises entirely.

"I've got plenty of time." Sirius takes another step forward, crowding Remus against the front desk of the shop.

"Fuck." Remus says. And then he kisses him.

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Chapter 4 - The Sandman is a Dick

Malfoy dragged her down empty corridors that she hadn’t seen before, for a suspiciously long time. It was a part of the hospital abandoned, dark and deserted. Finally, he opened a door to a very odd room filled with broken beds and chairs and other junk. Pushing her down into the closest chair he handed her one of the paper bags.

“Eat quickly,” he ordered as he sat next to her and pulled a pastie out of his own bag.

Hermione looked inside her own. “A pastie and a mille feuille? Some of us don’t have sweets with every meal, Malfoy.”

When she looked back up, he had already eaten through half of his own pastie. “Less chatting, more eating. You’re using up precious time with your questions.”

“To do what?” she asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

He was like a stalking tiger, patiently observing her until the right time to strike, his pastie disappearing at an alarming rate. Each bite felt like another tick of the clock, counting down to who knows what. Given her experiences last night, she could only hope it was just as titillating.

He sneered, “I didn’t take you for one to play the fool, Granger.”

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Kiss Me, I Dare You

“I dare you, Hermione Granger, to give someone permission, to kiss you whenever they like, for twenty-four hours.”

Hermione felt the air immediately leave her lungs. Ginny was grinning at her wickedly as she sipped at the floridly pink concoction in her glass. The girl was well and truly sloshed. A state that Hermione normally quite enjoyed, but for the rare occasion when her reckless enthusiasm, dropped Hermione thoroughly in it.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t kissed anyone before. She had. There had been a few very okay moments with Ron. A couple of drunken snogs with Dean and one ill-advised make out session in the middle of a bar, with a complete stranger. They’d all been okay but there was always something missing.

She had come to the conclusion that she needed it to be something more serious. A serious boyfriend with long term goals to date her. None of these hedonistic moments of lust. At least, that was the goal she had set for herself this year. A sensible goal for a sensible young woman.

Now that had all flown out of the window because she’d invited Ginny Weasley to a party.

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Through the Fog

The fog hung heavy all around him, like a blanket obscuring the meadow from his view, revealing only a few feet of grass for every yard he ran. Draco could hear the clash of swords and axes nearby, but forever out of reach, as he desperately tried to get back to his clan. Constantly twisting and turning he’d lost sight of their housecarl, Severus long ago.

His heart was beating like the wings of a hummingbird, quick and frantic. He would never admit it, but he was in over his head. No one had expected the Sigurd to lure them this close to the river. The lack of visibility was just as hazardous to them. Only a man devoid of reason would lure them all into this foolishness.

Jarl Dumbledore must be desperate indeed.

The fighting sounded incredibly far away now. He had slowed to a walk, warily moving through the haze with his shield held protectively in front of him. His legs were almost trembling with exhaustion, but he couldn’t give up. To lie here would mean death and he refused to go to Hel today.

Suddenly, through the mist a woman bathed in golden light stalked toward him. Her face was like thunder and her countenance fierce. Gigantic wings spread out behind her and with a pang he knew at once that his life was at an end.

The Valkyrie did not come for the living.

The moment she saw him, her mouth curled into a snarl, and she leapt forward.

“Odin owns you all!” she cried out as she soared above him.

He only just managed to lift his shield to block her at the last second. She was so impossibly fast. It was only by the grace of Odin that his legs managed to move him out of the way of her second thrust. There was no way that he could win against a Godlike being.

“We who are your children!” Draco pleaded in desperation. “Remember us when we have served our time.”

He fell to his knees and opened his arms wide in welcome for his coming death. As though all of his senses had been heightened at this, his final moment, the scent of the moor washed over him. It was overwhelmingly earthy with hints of Thyme and Heather and reminded him of the marsh that ran along the back of their family longhouse. One he would never see again.

His mothers face flashed up in his mind’s eyes and he regretted not getting the opportunity to see her again.

When the stroke of death did not come, he opened his eyes and found the Valkyrie standing with her sword posed right at his throat.

“Where are we?” she demanded.

“Midgard,” he replied.

She swore before lowering her sword so that the tip pressed against his skin. “Mortal. If you value your worthless life, you will assist me in my quest to return to Asgard.

Draco gulped, his mind frantically trying to figure out how to work this circumstance to his advantage. To disobey would mean death but there was no small appeal in being attached to one such as this. His father would be pleased.

“Of course,” he agreed.

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Chapter 6 - The Never Land

Sirius woke up to the sound of seagulls screeching and waves crashing. His back was killing him. The hollow that he’d made in the sand to sleep in, hadn’t helped in the slightest. His very bones hurt, and he was starving. The bananas they’d eaten last night hadn’t made a dent at all, and his stomach was loudly letting him know of its disapproval.

He was about to roll over and try to get some sensation back in his limbs, when he realised that there was an arm slung over his waist, holding him tightly.

The arm was deeply tanned, scarred and could only belong to one Remus Lupin. They must have shifted in the chill of the night, finding warmth where they could. It was not like Remus had never held him before. He had, years ago, in moments of shared comfort and camaraderie.

None of those times had been like this, with an iron grip that felt like it would never let him go. Remus’ breath was hot on the back of his neck and with a jolt of heat, Sirius realised he could feel something hard pressing into his back. It was every fantasy Sirius had ever dreamed about played out in real colour. He didn’t want it to ever end.

“Well, now, don’t you two look cozy.”

Sirius jerked around, no longer worried about waking Remus. The voice hadn’t sounded threatening, but they were in an unknown place that had already made a teenager disappear. Not to mention that they had been caught completely unawares. Moody would be appalled.

He certainly hadn’t expected to come face to face with himself―as a merman.

Merman Sirius was lounging at the edge of the water with his face resting on his crossed arms. The resemblance was uncanny except, Sirius frowned, the merman was younger, much younger. If he had to hazard a guess, he was half his age, as if he were barely out of Hogwarts.

“Who are you?” Sirius croaked out.

The merman flicked its tail and grinned. “I’m Sirius. What might your name be, mystery man?”

Sirius’ throat closed up and he couldn’t speak. What the hell was going on here?

“His name is Simon,” answered Remus as he slowly sat up beside him.

Sirius hadn’t even realised he was awake. His face was grave despite the dark tired eyes. He looked dishevelled in the best possible way, as though he’d spent the night fucking, instead of lying in the dirt. Merman Sirius’ eyes grew intense as they travelled all the way down Remus’ body and then back up again.

“And what’s your name?” Merman Sirius purred.

Remus coughed and blushed as he replied. “Umm, Robert.”

The merman fluttered his eyelashes. “Good morning, Robert.”

Before Sirius could interject, his jealousy spiking above normal levels, water cascaded over the lot of them and a body barrelled into the merman.

“Hey!”

Now it was Sirius’ turn to ogle. There in front of him, wrestling merman Sirius on the beach, was a young handsome merman version of Remus. They rolled around fighting for dominance, until Merman Remus got the upper hand and pinned Merman Sirius to the sand, with his arms stretched above his head.

“I can’t believe I found you flirting with strangers.” Merman Remus murmured. “What am I going to do with you?”

Merman Sirius winked at him. “Anything you want.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63326689/chapters/162230473

We're finally up to Sirius and Remus meeting their mermaid counterparts! I have been waiting for this part for ages. It's the reason I wrote this fic.

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The Never Land - Chapter 5

“Well, well, well little brother who do we have here?”

Both boys turned to find a merman splayed out along the sand. Harry’s mouth dropped open. It was Sirius. Sirius if he was about twenty years younger and possessed a pale blue, almost silver fish tail.

“Brother?” Harry blurted out.

“Sirius, this is my friend, Harry,” Reg gestured to Harry by way of introduction.

Sirius’s eyes wiggled suggestively, “Friend, huh?”

Harry blushed as Reg rolled his eyes at his brother. “Stop that.”

Suddenly, something swam past them so quickly that it was a blur, before coming to rest beside Sirius. This time Harry clamped his mouth shut. He refused to be surprised by every fantastical thing that happened in this place. It was Remus, who also happened to be a merman but with completely different colouring. His scales were a burnished orange that offset his bronzed skin. He was still covered in scars but the world-wearied expression he’d worn since the moment he’d met Harry was gone.

Whilst the fact that they were both mermen was alarming, it was their clear unbothered demeanour that hit Harry the hardest. These two had never known war or strife.

“Remus!” Sirius greeted. “Brother dear has brought a friend.”

Remus surveyed Harry with twinkling gleeful eyes. “Has he now?”

“If you two don’t stop I won’t give you your gifts,” Regulus complained sulkily.

Sirius sighed as he flopped dramatically back onto the sand. “Fine.”

Grinning Reg walked out of the water and onto the sand to fish the items he’d packed out of his bag. Harry tried not to watch. He really did, but the temptation to let his eyes feast over that long expanse of skin was too great.

Suddenly, a voice was murmuring in his ear, and he turned to find that Sirius had rolled into the water to come up behind him. “Just friends, huh?”

Harry blushed even brighter.

“Be nice, Sirius.”

Harry frowned. He’d heard that voice before, in his dreams and in the graveyard at Little Hangleton.

Lily Potter was a vision as she swam around him in circles, a small teasing smile gracing her features. Her red hair was dark as it curled around her in the water, but those very same eyes that sat in his own face, glowed in bright green. The mermaid tale on the lower half of her body was teal and suited her perfectly in the same way that Sirius and Remus’s tails suited them.

Tears stung Harry’s eyes, and he choked out, “Mum.”

Lily frowned and swam up close to him, her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry sweetheart, are you alright?”

Harry sniffed. “You look like my mum.”

“Oh, dear,” She murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

Before he could do anything, her arms wrapped around him, and she’d pulled him into a crushing hug. That was too much for Harry. His emotions overwhelmed him. He was being hugged by his mum for the first time that he could remember.

Harry let his head drop onto her shoulder and cried.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63326689/chapters/162230473

(I don't know why my links no longer work in tumblr anymore. Curse you internet!)

I will probably finish the WIP for next weeks chapter as it has my favourite part. Where grown up Remus and Sirius meet their younger mermaid counterparts.

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The Mirror

The mirror was ancient. The whorls on the frame did something to the light. It always captured her eye and seemed to draw her — in.

She had put it on her wall and thought nothing of it. It was pretty and ultimately harmless.

It wasn't until Halloween, with the ghosts of the dead weighing heavy on her, that she noticed it begin to move.

This was done for @saintmlfy on instagrams DTIYS.

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So far, all they knew was that Harry Potter was not here. Kreacher refused to say where Harry had gone, simply repeating the phrase that Master wouldn’t like him to say. The others had been busy searching the house. There was no sign of Harry anywhere.

Remus was trying again.

“Please, Kreacher,” he pleaded, “we just want to make sure Harry is okay. Where is he?”

“Master would not like me to say.”

Sirius exploded. “Master, Master, Master. There are no fucking Masters left, Kreacher. Dear old dad is rotting in his grave. At least I assume so. I wasn’t exactly there to see it happen.”

“He is.” Remus shifted from one leg to the other.

“What?” Sirius asked, the surprise stopping his interrogation of Kreacher as he turned to stare at Remus.

“He is rotting in his grave,” Remus confirmed. “I was there at his funeral.” He met Sirius’ stare. “I had to make sure.”

Sirius’ breath hitched. Of course he did. Even when he thought Sirius was a murderer, he still went to check that the man who caused so much heartache was dead. Sirius turned away first, breaking the connection between them. He had to concentrate. He had to do this for Harry.

“See,” he snapped at Kreacher, “he’s fucking gone. So is Uncle Cygnus, Grandfather Pollux and even Uncle Alphard. There is no one.”

Kreacher simply stared back without saying a word.

“You fuck,” Sirius swore as he launched himself at the elf.

“Sirius!” Remus cried out and wrapped his arms around him again.

“Where the fuck is he!?” Sirius screamed. “If anything happens to him, I’ll fucking kill you. I can’t believe you let it fucking happen again. First Regulus, now Harry. I―”

It was a split-second reaction and if Sirius had been fully lost to his rage, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Kreacher’s eyes twitched. It was only for a second, but it had been there. Sirius froze. Remus continued to pull at him for a few moments more, before realising that he had stopped.

“It’s Regulus.”

Kreacher flinched again.

He turned to Remus with a tendril of hope and terror fluttering around his heart. “The Master is Regulus! A month ago, when it was just me, I thought I heard him. Kreacher told me I was losing it, but it was him!”

The three men in the room looked at the tapestry where Regulus’ name terminated with a date of death. When their pitying eyes returned to him, he pushed Remus aside. Raising his wand to the tapestry he cast spell after spell. It was true. He knew it was true. Regulus was smart enough to find a way around some stupid vanity tapestry. With desperation he tried the spell he’d used to unstick all his mother’s permanent sticking charms.

The date fell away and fluttered to the floor. Read more on Ao3.

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That was my drabble for last weeks LDWS. I really liked it and thought it was really cute so I illustrated it. I'm currently learning how to use procreate and it's SLOW going.

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Chapter 3

Harry fell through the darkness of the void until he landed flat on his face in the sand. Spluttering and wiping grains of sand out of his eyes, he pushed himself up and frowned. He was on what appeared to be a tropical island. At least he assumed so, he’d only ever seen them in books. A long white beach curled around a jagged shoreline dotted with palm trees. To his right several angry mountain peaks jutted out of a dense forest, with a volcano looking over everything.

Harry’s mouth dropped open. He’d never been to the ocean or a tropical island. Cerulean blue water spread as far as he could see to his left and a dull roar filled his ears as he was assaulted by the smell of salt and brine. It was almost too much.

“This is amazing,” he breathed.

The boy barked out a laugh. “That it is.” He gestured for Harry to follow him. “Come on!”

He took three running steps and launched himself into the air. Harry’s mouth dropped open again as he ran forward, his head ridiculously angled upwards. He clapped it shut. God if he’s not careful this guy is going to think there’s something wrong with him. You know, like a childhood spent in a cupboard.

“How are you doing that?” he yelled.

The boy did an elegant loop in the air and sailed back down to hover in front of Harry. “You can do practically anything here. I did say there were no rules.”

“But how?” Harry breathed out.

The boy gave him an incandescently bright smile and held out his hand. “Here. Let me show you.”

Against his better judgement Harry held out his hand. The boy shot up into the sky without warning and Harry was dragged upwards. He screamed as his feet left the ground. There was nothing holding him up except the boy above him. His shoulder felt like it was burning.

He suddenly stopped, and Harry floated up past him with the force of his velocity. As gravity began to make itself known again, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the boy’s neck. They rocked together, as the weight of Harry’s body threatened to pull them down.

He was laughing, a bright joyful sound that Harry would have found pleasant, if it wasn’t for the burn in his arms, that threatened to pull him down to his doom.

“I’m going to fall,” he hissed out in a panic.

The boy wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, and if Harry hadn’t been so fearful that he was going to die, it probably would have caused a whole other lot of issues.

“I’m not going to let you fall,” the boy drawled, “you just need to fix your brain. It thinks that if you fall, you’ll get hurt and die.”

“Then what am I supposed to think?” Harry snapped as his hands slipped slightly.

The boy grinned and whispered in his ear, “That you can fly.”

Harry clasped a hand to his ear as the blush ran up his face. It was only when the world started to shift that he realised he’d let go. The boy shot backwards away from him and did a flip in the air as Harry fell.

“Help!” he cried out as his hair started to get buffeted by the wind. The boy got smaller and smaller as the distance between them increased.

“HELP!”

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I recently had the pleasure in collaborating with @acanadianmuggle to create art for her fic "Time in a Bauble". It's a mystery that has Draco & Harry work together to find a pair of missing twins. It's one of my goals for this year to collaborate more with writers so I'm so happy that AJ was the first one. Her story is brilliant and will take you on a whole journey in 8,181 words. Here is the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63066229

This next image is a spoiler for the fic so read the fic first and then come and look.

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Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. The last place on earth Sirius wanted to be. The dark moulding walls always felt like they were closing in on him, with their horrid paisley wallpaper. They could fall down and trap him there, lost in the rubble for all time, a coffin made from the worst place on earth.

When Dumbledore had suggested it, Sirius had almost fled the country. Yes, Voldemort now knew that Sirius was an Animagus, but given that Wormtail had been a traitor this entire time, it was reasonable to assume that he’d actually known for much longer than that. Sirius had been getting around just fine as Padfoot, and he didn’t really see any reason to change.

Then Dumbledore had used Harry as a reason to stay. The fucker.

“How are you going to be there for Harry if you’re not in the country, captured by the Ministry or killed by Death Eaters?” he mewled in that annoyingly quiet and calm voice.

Sirius wanted to punch things.

“I could take on a couple of Death Eaters. You know I could,” Sirius bragged, dread pooling in his stomach.

Dumbledore stared at him before replying gently, “I think we both know that it is not the Death Eaters that are the problem.”

Sirius hadn’t been able to say anything. He just glared at the older man with resentment and shame. Dumbledore had been there when they had clasped him in irons and locked him in the tower at Hogwarts, over a year ago. He’d heard Sirius’ broken pleas and the screams as the irons triggered his memories of Azkaban.

By the time Hermione and Harry had shown up to save him, he couldn’t talk because he was hoarse.

And that was that.

Now, Sirius was stuck here in this house that was like a tomb. Everywhere he turned there were memories that continued to suck him dry every moment he was forced to stay here.

Visions of his father haunted the study. One moment he would be sitting at his desk and Sirius would remember the times where he’d come in here just to be with him. Orion would be silent as his young son did his homework on the floor beside him. It was starkly different to the ones where his hand had cut across Sirius’ face, making him fall to the ground, his expression a mask of contempt as he spewed curses.

His mother haunted the parlour. Unlike his father, there were no nice memories. He had to stop himself from tip toeing every time he entered the room. All he could see were the broken shards of glass covering the floor, as they had so many times before, her screams filling his ears until they echoed around his skull. If he stayed in there for too long, his body would start to spasm as it recreated all the times she had turned her wand on him.

He avoided those two rooms, as a matter of course.

The other room that caused him pause sat across the hall from his own. He’d been in there once. He’d felt like he had to because it was like it was taunting him. Remus would probably tell him it was due to closure, or some other psychobabble bullshit, but there was something deep inside him that needed to be there.

He opened the door and was astonished to find it slightly less decrepit than the rest of the house. It made sense, Kreacher had always loved Regulus. Regulus with his soft nature, that had been battered and bruised into something cold on the outside. A shell that he’d worn imperfectly, probably until the day he’d died. Sirius had always been able to see underneath, to the boy hiding inside.

Every surface of the room was covered in Slytherin green. The sight made Sirius feel sick. He hated what they had done to his little brother. Slytherin had loved Regulus and Regulus had loved them in return. He’d gone a little mad because of it. After all, receiving love, after years of not having it at all, was a little heady. Sirius was familiar with the sensation.

But, of course, with that love came rules and restrictions and a culture that Sirius could see wore him down year after year. The weight of all that green dragging him under the water.

He’d laid down on the bed and curled into a ball. The air was musty, and it was stupid, but it almost felt like he could smell him on the sheets. Sirius closed his eyes and bawled like a child as he gripped the paper-thin fabric in his fists. He pressed his face into the pillow and let it drain out of him until he was spent, and all that remained was a darker patch of green.

If he concentrated, he could hear Regulus laughing.

Sirius leapt up. No. It wasn’t in his head; he could hear him laughing.

“Kreacher!”

The ancient elf popped into existence in front of him, scowling. “What is the Young Master wanting? I is being very busy today. None of your ungrateful little jokes.”

“I just heard Regulus,” Sirius insisted, hating how hope flooded into his very being at the thought. “I heard him laughing.”

Kreacher tore the pillow that Sirius hadn’t even realised he’d still been holding out of his hands, his eyes blazing. “That is not being a very funny joke.”

“I’m not joking.”

Sirius pushed open the door and ran up the stairs. The laughter had sounded like it was coming from above.

“REGULUS!”

He slammed open door after door, making the walls shake with the impact of the handles against the plaster.

“REGULUS!”

The empty silence of the house taunted him. He’s not crazy. He heard him! He had. He was right here. He’d been here all along. He had to be.

That was the moment that Sirius realised that he never truly believed his brother was dead.

“Regulus,” he whimpered as he pushed open the door to the musty old library and collapsed in one of the big armchairs.

It was Regulus’ favourite place. He would spend hours reading. Hundreds of books, one after the other in a never-ending stream that would sometimes make him confused about his own reality. It was a gift really. To be able to sink so deeply into the world of fiction, that the traumas of his real life faded away.

It wasn’t a gift they’d shared. Sirius read when he had to, but he didn’t enjoy it. He preferred to be out there living his life. Just another reason why this period of captivity was making him lose his mind.

The pain of his brother’s loss was all he could think of. The ghosts of the past haunted him as the thought that his brother could still be alive swirled around his head. He stumbled up out of the chair and took the first book he could reach off the shelf and threw it onto the floor. Before he knew what he was doing, he was tearing all the books out of the bookcases. He pulled and flung them around him, until he was surrounded by paper and broken spines.

When it was done and there was nothing but an empty shelf, he looked around himself in horror. It was a scene he had seen too many times to count. Rooms destroyed through the rage of his mother. Nothing left but a shell of what once was.

“No,” he whispered in horror.

Kreacher chose that moment to appear in the hallway. “Filthy blood traitor, destroys all of our treasures. Is this how we honour the young master’s memory?”

Sirius pulled at his hair as he screamed at the elf, “Get out! Get the fuck out you decrepit toady.”

Kreacher glared at him one last time before leaving .

Sirius turned around in a circle as he surveyed the wreckage. He’d destroyed everything. Just like your mother. He gritted his teeth and took out his wand. He was NOT like his mother. He was broken and bleeding, but he would fix his goddamn messes, even if it killed him.

He cast Reparo and watched the books fly back onto their shelves, their spines knitting themselves together. He held it until every ripped piece of paper, torn leather and thread was firmly back where it belonged.

With one last look, he fled to his own room where he attempted to write to Harry. Harry didn’t think he was a monster, and he could be better for Harry.

For Harry he could be anything. Read the rest on Ao3

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The art is mine! Idk I just like drawing people falling.

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2024 JegBigBang - An Overture from a Gentleman (M)

Title: An Overture from a Gentleman

Author: @jadedandconfusedao3 , @/jadedandconfused on ao3

Beta Reader: @spacexcowgirl , @/spacexcowgirl on ao3

Artist: @veryinnovative , @/veryinnovative on tumblr

Regulus Black never intended to fall in love. All he has ever wanted was to be free and seen as a real person. The closest he ever got to that was when he snuck out of the house to play his violin for the Ton. When all those eyes were on him, he felt lit up like a Christmas tree. It was heady. It was intoxicating. He thought it was all he needed.

It was nothing like the feeling of Lord Potter’s eyes.

James Potter had almost given up on love. He was constantly surrounded by swooning debutants and nagging matrons. No one had ever made his heart jump. That was until he attended a performance by a mysterious violinist. He moved like he was made of music and his silver eyes held a melancholy that James found irresistible.

James couldn’t tear his eyes away.

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2024 JegBigBang - Faultlines (M)

Title: Faultlines

Author: @deermessrs , @/deermessrs on ao3

Beta Reader: @whorerific , @/highly_impressionable on ao3

Artists: @ersatzdagger , @/ersatzdagger on ig, @/erxxdagger on ao3 (see above)

& @nightoftheldead , @/nightoftheldead on twitter (see below)

Let me tell you a ghost story.

It starts when James moves into a new apartment inhabited by the ghost of a sarcastic and French-speaking man with the grayest eyes he’s ever seen. The more time they spend together, the more James finds that he doesn’t mind being haunted that much.

Okay, maybe it’s a love story, after all.

Check it out on ao3!

[jadedandconfusedao3]

I cannot let go

Day 2 of the poetry workshop. Warning: violent themes. The prompt I used today was sharp. Remus will never not feel guilty about someone loving him.