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I’m going on holiday for a week so I won’t be able to make any art until I get back.. in the meantime have some drarry

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Written on a 10 mins timer. Sorry for typos, spelling error and all round shitty writing.

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“No,” Remus said.

Sirius bit his lip. He was standing, Remus across from him, the beds pushed neatly against the wall. Remus was trembling, his face a deathly white as he gripped the edge of the wooden bed frame.

“Remus - “

“No,” Remus said again. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, past the point of breaking. Blood dropped down his cheek in a slow, steady line, painting his skin in various shades of red. “You - You can’t - “

With a sigh Sirius looked down. He felt jittery, nerves radiating up from his stomach into the rest of his body, items swimming in and out of focus. He took a deep breath, lacing his fingers together, forcing himself to remain still. “Remus. Remus, just listen to me for one fucking second alright? Look, it’s not as bad - “

“Not as bad?” Remus’ voice was mocking. “Sirius, you want to join the fucking Order! The Rebellion! You want to fight in the War!”

Sirius pressed his lips together. He had always complained, long and hard about the War. It had hung over his entire life like an axe - even from young his mother used to tell him how to prepare for the Mark. He used to rant about it to Remus, how he hated the conflict, hated the bloodshed, about how he was raised to be a soldier ever since he was a child.

He didn’t know what had caused him to snap. Maybe it was Regulus, who had just been branded. Maybe it was the news, reporting hundreds of deaths each week. Maybe it was Remus, the idea of him dying, of him being executed if Voldemort won.

He didn’t know. But by God, he wouldn’t let it happen.

Sirius looked up, meeting Remus’ gaze. “Yeah,” he said. “I want to fight in the war.”

“Jesus,” Remus muttered. He sank onto the bed, letting his head drop into his hands. “Christ, Sirius. This isn’t - isn’t a game. It’s war! It is full on, balls-to-the-wall war. You’re going to get killed, or tortured, or hurt - “

“I’m the best dueler in the school right now,” Sirius interrupted. “I’m a damn good flyer. And I’ve dealt with enough torture to know how to keep my mouth shut.”

Remus shook his head, curls flying around his face. “No. No, I know you’re doing this because...because you think I need protecting or some shit. Sirius, you’re 17. You can’t go and - and join the Order. You can’t. You have your whole life ahead of you, don’t throw it away just for me - “

“God Remus!” Sirius flung out his hand. “Remus, you’re a werewolf. Do you know what they’re doing to Werewolves right now? Locking them up - every single fucking person on that registry is being sent to werewolf camps on the east. And that’s what’s happening on our side - you know what? They just found that missing werewolf’s body - he was cut into pieces and branded with the Dark Mark.”

“I’m not on the registry,” Remus said quietly and Sirius laughed. “Don’t you see, Remus? If Voldemort wins, there won’t be a bloody registry! Because there will be no werewolves to put on it!”

“Don’t,” Remus said again, and this time his voice was firm. “Don’t you dare. You better now - you can’t throw away your life for me Sirius. Okay? I’m not worth it, you idiot, I’m not worth going to War for!”

“People are dying, Remus!” Sirius yelled. “Werewolves, half-blood, muggles. People are being killed, families are being ripped apart - “

“And what?” Remus shot back. “What will happen when you see your family on the other side of the mask? What happens when you see Bella, or Narcissa or even Regulus? What do you do then?”

Sirius bit his lip. “They chose their path.”

“Chose?” There were tears now in Remus’ eyes, flowing down his cheeks and his face. “Chose like you chose? You can’t fight for me, Sirius, you can’t go to war just to protect me!”

“Hundreds of werewolves are dying,” Sirius said, his voice flat. “Hundreds of them - your own kind. You’d just abandon them to die?”

Remus met his gaze. “If it meant keeping you alive, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

“Exactly.” Sirius swallowed. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do. Because if Voldemort wins, he’ll be signing your death warrant. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to prevent that.”

Remus fell silent. The room seemed to shrink, the echoes from their fight fading. He swore, picking at his nail with his finger, his arms braces on his knees.

“Remus,” Sirius said softly. “Remus, I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t.” Remus looked up; his eyes were red and bloodshot. “Fine. Join. But I’m joining with you.”

“No,” Sirius said immediately. “It’s too dangerous.”

Remus folded his arms. It was hard, so damn hard to argue with Remus when he made his mind up; Sirius bit his lip. “Why not? The double standard is bothering you?”

“I won’t get executed if Voldemort wins -“

“Yes, you will.” Remus snorted. “Are you an idiot? He’ll kill anyone who’s part of the Order. You join, you’re screwed. Your chance of survival is as good as mine.”

“Remus, you’re not even - “

Remus folded his arms. “I’m joining with you. Because you’re right. Hundreds of werewolves are being killed, and I won’t let that bastard do that to them.”

“Fine,” said Sirius. “We’ll join. We’ll ask to get out together. In a team, I mean.”

Remus laughed. “Sure. I mean, what’s the worse that can happen? We get thrown into Azkaban?”

“More like you’ll get thrown into Azkaban,” Sirius retorted, and Remus laughed.

“No,” he said. “My money is on you.”

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Harry J. Potter

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GAY HALLMARK MOVIE WHERE EVERYONE SHARES ONE BRAINCELL AND DRACO IS DEFINITELY NOT GETTING MARRIED SOCIAL MEDIA AU PART 1 | 2 | 3 /?

taglist:  @love-bookswillbetheendofme @panicatthebooksale ​ @mushroomness @jeldenil @idgiedw @livelovelupin @gingeroakley @potatoloveisreal  @italkcliches @lironnnnnmmmmm @sweetlyprofoundphantom @spaceaas @olithepure @amorsempra @satans-favorite-homo @serenefreakgeekao3  @shealwaysreads

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😉what if i flirted with you😉 😳when we’re already dating😳

i’m back at it again with another eighth year thing! my style has been inconsistent for the last 10 years but at least i’m having fun

「 INSTA & KO-FI:  aceveria 」

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Minerva: What. Did you do? Harry: Alright, but you can’t get mad at me… Minerva: What. Did you do? Harry: Okay, first, I was minding my own business– Minerva: [slams hand on table] BULLSHIT! Harry: I WAS!

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Nothing can compare to books and writing while it’s raining.

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AU of Draco and Harry on the horcrux hunt

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wizard boys, muggle clothes, dumb youthful love !!!!!

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Draco: *bloodcurdling scream from the bathroom*

Harry: *comes running, heart thudding, wand raised*

Draco: I found a grey hair!

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: Draco, you're literally platinum blond, I don't see anything

Draco:

Draco: Marry me.

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🎃it’s always Halloween inside my head 🎃

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He’s staring at the daily profit photographer in the corner of the room snappin a ton of pictures lmao

I JUST GOTTA GET ALL THIS DRARRY OUTA MY SYSTEM

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Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid

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Congrats on 1k! ✨ I'd like to prompt "You drive me batty!" - 333 words.

Hi, my lovely @fictional! Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! 😍I’m apologising in advance, I wrote this at 2.30am 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

Drarry | 333 words | rating: G 

White Blond and Black Coal

Firewhiskey, sand, the noise of the waves gently lapping at the shores of the ocean.

The smell of freedom, smell of youth, finally carefree, finally light.

‘Tom Riddle is dead!’

‘We won!’

‘Light wins!’

They were shouting to the wind, to the empty horizon of their lives. 

They were together, against all odds.

Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws. 

They were celebrating, they were singing, dancing around the bonfire, giggling to the moon. 

There was no past, no future. Only present.

Some things never changed, though.

‘Scared Potter?’

‘You wish!’

A dip from a 100 mt cliff, two young boys falling into clear water, laughing together, as if nothing ever happened.

A race to see who would have been the first arriving to the shore.

‘Go Harry! Drown the ferret!’

‘Dracooooo! To your right!’

A shove of shoulders, pale porcelain against dark bronze.

‘You cheated, Potter!’

‘I did not!’

Another round of firewhiskey, a bottle at the centre of a circle of friends. Kisses, tears, hugs, confessions, a song out of tune.

The stars were bright that night. Everyone was asleep, one on top of the other, craving warmness, touch, affection. Chasing away their nightmares.

White blond and black coal awake in the night, lying head to head on the same beach towel, gazes fixed on the sky. Telling stories, telling secrets. 

‘You know Malfoy,’ a whisper. ‘You drive me batty.’

A snort, laughter filling the thick air. ‘It’s all I’m asking for.’ 

A kiss, salt on their lips, salt on their tongues. 

‘It’s disgusting.’

‘It’s ocean air, you pillock.’

‘Do you think air tastes differently in each part of the world?’

‘You’re asking this because you’re drunk, aren’t you, Potter?’

A sigh, a kiss on the neck. ‘You’re salty here too, and well, no, I’m not drunk.’ It’s a confession, a confession of truth. They’re done with lies. 

‘Take me with you around the world, Draco.’

A smile, shimmering eyes. ‘But I’ll drive you even battier.’

‘I’m ready if you are.’

‘I’ve always been.’

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Thanks to the amazing @keyflight790 for betaing and following through my weird drarry of the middle of the night! 😂 ❤️