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multishipperofgaydeadwizards · 4 months

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(Almost) All the marauders era characters (that I could find at least)

@catinasink the post I promised you.

this list isn't finished yet, but I feel like this list finally deserves to see the light of day. hell, cat, you've probably forgotten this was in the making... which I can't blame you for because this has been happening since christmas 💀

I will update it... eventually. idk when yet

if you want to, you can send me an ask, and I'll tell you my hc for the characters :D

James Potter

Father of Harry Potter

born 27th March 19 and died 31st October 19

Griffindor

pureblood

was at hogwarts from 1971 to 1978

Sirius Black

Griffindor

born 3rd November 1959 and died 18th June 1996

pureblood

was framed for the murder of James Potter and Lily Potter (Evans) and sent to Azkaban

was at hogwarts from 1971 to 1978

Remus John Lupin

born 10th March 1960 and died 2nd May 1998

was bitten by a werewolf as a child (he was four I believe not sure tho)

Griffendor

was at hogwarts from 1971 to 1978

Peter Pettigrew

born around 1960 and died somewhere in March 1998

griffindor, but the head took five minutes to decide

first worked with the order, but then became a deatheater and is the actual reason James and Lily were murdered

was at hogwarts from 1971 to 1978

Marlene McKinnon

died July 1981

marlene was a member of the wizarding mckinnon family, which, according to hagrid, consisted of some of the best witches and wizards of their age, implying that marlene too was a very accomplished witch

Lily J. Evans

born 30th January 1960 and died 31st October 1981

muggleborn

griffindor

married james potter and had Harry Potter with him. she died protecting Harry

was at hogwarts from 1971 to 1978

Mary McDonald

attended hogwarts in the 1970s with lily and severus snape

was attacked by mulciber with dark magic somewhere during her time at Hogwarts

griffendor

Frank C. J. Longbottom

pureblood

married Alice Longbottom

was tortured into insanity by a group of death eaters (bellatrix, rodolphus, and rabastian lestrange and barty crouch jr)

Alice Longbottom

has no canon maiden name, but people often hc her as a fortescue

pureblood

was tortured into insanity by a group of deatheaters (bellatrix, rodolphus, and rabastian lestrange and barty crouch jr)

Molly Weasley (Prewett)

was born as molly prewett, but she married arthur weasley and took his last name

born 30th October 1949 or 1950

pureblood

griffindor

killed bellatrix during the second wizarding war

Gideon Prewett

died 1981

pureblood

was murdered by five deatheaters before the end of the (first) wizarding war (Antonin Dolohov & four others)

he may have had a big nose

Fabian Prewett

died 1981

pureblood

was murdered by five deatheaters before the end of the (first) wizarding war (Antonin Dolohov & four others)

he may have had a big nose

Arthur Weasley

born 6th February 1950

pureblood

griffindor

believer in the equality of all magical and Muggle folk

was born to septimus and cedrella weasley (née black) and had two brothers

married molly prewett, who took his last name

Selina Sapworthy

griffindor

born before 1969

award-winning author in the fields of Herbology and plant-related Divination

worked for the international quidditch team

Wainscott

was born before 1981

worked as a nurse at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under Poppy Pomfrey during the 1990s

she has no canon first name, but I usually call her Carmen Wainscott

Lucinda Thompsonicle-Pocus

designed the list for materials needed by the students

chief attendant of witchcraft provisions for hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry in the early 1990s

Stebbins

no canon gender

in 1976, they refused to stop writing with their quill even after the time ran out (during O.W.Ls). they got in trouble with flitwick because of it

they have no canon name, but I usually call them Alexander Stebbins and hc them as male

Camelia

was a teacher during the 1990s

possibly a member of the slug club

was murdered by an unknown deatheater after the battle of Hogwarts

after she stopped teaching, she got married

she has no canon last name, but I usually call her Camelia Solis

Patricia Rakepick

was a dark witch and a world-famous curse-breaker for gringotts wizarding bank

exceptional student, top of her class, who, regardless, was always in trouble

attended hogwarts from 1967 to 1974

was said to be friendly with the marauders and even "mentored" them in troublemaking

Olivia Gleaves

was reported missing together with her relative toby in 1997

Caspard Singleton

invented the self stirring cauldron

was born in 1959

Sturgis Podmore

member of the order of phoenix and fought in both wars

was a member of the advanced guard in 1995

was put under the imperius curse by a death to break in the department of mysteries and was sentenced to six months in azkaban for it

Tilden Toots

born 1959

worked as a famous herbologist, potioneer, and radio personality and presenter

was said to have three green thumbs due to both having a wizarding condition and radial polydactyly in his left hand

Davey Gudgeon

visited hogwarts during the early 1970s

nearly lost his eye trying to get close enough to the whomping willow to touch its trunk as part of a game. since the incident, students were forbidden to go near the tree for their own safety, and possibly for the tree's own safety as well

Florean Fortescue

died 1996

summer of 1996, he was abducted and later murdered by lord voldemort

was an expert on the subject of medieval witch-burnings

owner of florean fortescue's ice cream parlour in diagon alley

Albert Runcorn

high ranking wizarding official during the administration of pius thicknesse

he investigated alleged muggleborns and uncovered dirk cresswells muggle ancestry

might have been sent to azkaban for his war crimes against muggleborns

Mary Elizabeth Cattermole

muggleborn

unknown maiden name

was described as small with dark hair that she wore in a neat bun

she lived at 27 chislehurst gardens, great tolling, evesham with her husband and children

Reginald "Reg" Cattermole

sun in libra, moon in virgo

he had three children with mary (Maisie, Ellie, and Alfred)

lived at 27 chislehurst gardens, great tolling, evesham

Bilton Blimes

lived in the highlands of scotland in the 1980s

taken up both residence and employment in the picturesque little all-wizarding village of hogsmeade as the proprietor of zonko's joke shop

Narcissa Malfoy

born narcissa black

pureblood

born 1955

cousin of sirius and regulus, younger sister of bellatrix and andromeda, wife of lucius malfoy

was never a deatheater herself, but also believed in blood purity

slytherin

Lucius Malfoy

born 1954

slytherin

pureblood

deatheater and believed in pureblood supremacy

Thorfinn Rowle

deatheater who fought in the second war

he fought at the battle of the astronomy tower, where he accidentally killed fellow deatheater gibbon, burned rubeus hagrid's cabin, and tortured harry potter

on 1 August 1997, he tracked harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger to tottenham court road along with antonin dolohov disguised as construction workers, but the two death eaters were defeated and their memories were modified by hermione to cover their escape

Bellatrix Lestrange

born bellatrix black

pureblood

born 1951 and died 2 May 1998

cousin of sirius black and regulus black, older sister of andromeda tonks and narcissa malfoy

deatheater and believer of pureblood supremacy

slytherin

Zabini

mother of blaise zabini

famously beautiful and had seven husbands who died mysteriously

was known by horace slughorn, which is the reason he invited blaise into his compartment

she has no canon first name, but I usually call her Zoya Evelyn Zabini

Emma Vanity

slytherin

she was captain of the slytherin quidditch team from 1972 to 1976

Lucinda Talkalot

slytherin

she became captain of the slytherin quidditch team in 1976

Septima Vector

professor of arithmancy may have also been the advanced arithmancy studies teacher

known as really strict teacher who gives very hard homework

Evan Rosier

born between 1953-1966 and died in 1981

deatheater

pureblood

possibly related to the (female) black cousins

was killed by alastor moody

Regulus Arcturus Black

died 1979

pureblood

dratheater that turned on voldemort

little brother of sirius black, and cousin of bellatirx, narcissa and andromeda

slytherin

Dorcas Meadows

died 1981

died in the first war and was killed by voldemort himself

was a member of the order of phoenix

Glenda Chittock

born 1964

was the host of the wizarding wireless network program, witching hour. being host of this enormously famous radio program, she is featured on a chocolate frog card

Gwenog Jones

welsh

became a professional quidditch player and later achieved fame as the captain and beater of the welsh all-female quidditch team, the holyhead harpies

later, became the manager of the Welsh National Quidditch team

was the favorite student of slughorn and inducted into his club

Alecto Carrow

deatheater

sister of amycus carrow

after the fall of the ministry of magic in 1997, alecto was made professor of muggle studies; she taught the thinking that muggles are lesser than wizardkind, and likely taught the pureblood-philosophy as well

when severus snape became headmaster of hogwarts, she was appointed as deputy headmistress, alongside her brother (who was appointed as deputy headmaster)

loved to torture students that opposed her

Amycus Carrow

deatheater

brother of alecto carrow

was made DADA professor in 1997, which just became Dark Arts while he thought it

Amycus liked to cruelly punish and torture the students who opposed the new regime

Dolores Jane Umbridge

born 26 august 1961 or earlier

halfblood

slytherin

I don't have to explain her further, do I?

Arnold "Arnie" Peasegood

born 1976 or earlier

worked at the ministry of magic. by 1994, he worked in the capacity of obliviator for the accidental magic reversal squad and also as a hit wizard

Cereus Greengrass

had a blood malediction

Rodolphus Lestrange

pureblood

most likely slytherin

deatheater

Rabastian Lestrange

deatheater

pureblood

most likely slytherin

Severus Snape

needs no explanation

Mulciber Jr

was friends with snape

slytherin

deatheater

threw hexes at muggleborn students

assaulted mary mcdonald violently

has no canon first name, but I usually call him Bruce Mulciber

Avery Jr

was friends with snape

deatheater

slytherin

found it funny when mulciber tried to use dark magic on mary macdonald during the 1975-1976 school year

has no canon first name, but I usually call him Edmund Avery Junior

Wilkes

was friends with snape

deatheater

slytherin

died while trying to avoid being put in azkaban

has no canon first name, but I usually call them Juliette/Willhelm Wilkes

Rita Skeeter

didn't like bilton blimes for a prank that kept her from being able to get into the slug club

was a journalist who wrote for the sake of people reading instead of facts

could transform into a beetle (did the animagus training sometime prior to 1986)

Steve Laughalot

captain of the slytherin quidditch team from 1968 to 1972

slytherin

Florence Greengrass

bertha jorkins once caught her kissing a boy

Tamsin Hillicker

was reported missing along her relative iola

Gibbon Chavez

was a deatheater

it's unknown if he fought in the first war if he got sent to azkaban

Zamira Gulch

author who wrote "practical household magic"

also wrote for the daily prophet

D. L. Boot

went to hogwarts during the 1970s

has no canon first names, but I usually call him Douglas Lloyd Boot

Aurora Sinistra

works as astronomy teacher

her lesson are at night so she sleeps during the day

Emmeline Vance

died in 1996 during a deatheater attack

was a member of the original order of phoenix and probably fought in both wars

Sybill Trelawney

half-blood (muggle mother; wizard father)

made the prophecy about voldemort and the chosen one

she predicted that peter would escape and return to voldemort

worked as a teacher in hogwarts and was fired by umbridge

was born on march 9 in an unknown year

was engaged to a guy with the last name higglebottom but refused to take his last name so the relationship didn't last

Millecent Bagnold

ravenclaw

worked for the ministry

was elected the minister for magic of great britain in 1980

Pandora

mother of luna lovegood, wife of xenophilius lovegood

died during an experiment and luna watched

unknown maiden name

Barty Crouch Junior

deatheater

played by david tennat so obviously the most attractive man ever

received the dementors kiss on June 24th 1995

Doris Purkiss

(in 1995, during an interview) gave sirius an alibi for the night of the peter pettigrew + 12 muggle murders (she said they had a romantic dinner bc sirius= stubby boardman)

lived at number 18 Acanthia Way, Little Norton

Annalena Gleams

born annalena murk

griffindor

was a prefect

Dahlia F.

slughorn kept a picture of her in a viking maiden costume on his shelf

was a singled out member of the slugclub

apparently became an opera singer

Wendy Slinkhard

british

wrote at least 1 book

may be related to wilbert slinkhard, the author of defensive magical theory

was invited to the slugclub

slughorn kept a picture of her signing her book copy

Blossom Degrasse

famous herbologist, author, and potion master

released the book called "A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without"

Mafalda Hopkirk

born 19 February–20 March, in or before 1973

assistant in the improper use of magic office at the ministry of magic

was incapacitated and impersonated by hermione granger

hopkirk's polyjuice potion was described as having a "pleasant heliotrope colour"

presumed that she was a kind and good-natured

E. Lima

e. lima was a wizard or witch who competed in duels. the daily prophet published a special report in 1996 about a duel between e. lima and m. mina, that was the final match of a dueling competition

has no canon first name or gender but I usually call them Estelle Lima and hc her as female

M. Mina

m. mina was a wizard or witch who competed in duels. the daily prophet published a special report in 1996 about a duel between e. lima and m. mina, that was the final match of a dueling competition

has no canon first name or gender but I usually call them Marcelina Mina and hc her as female

Verruca Buckthorn-Snyde

was a dark witch, who was a high-ranking member of a dangerous organisation known as 'R'

was also a metamorphmagus who could change her appearance at will

Villanelle

noted to be a skilled linguist

madam villanelle was a witch who worked at flourish and blotts in the 1980s and early 1990s

has no canon last name, but I usually call her Villanelle Solis

Olivia Green

ravenclaw

worked for the british ministry of magic as an unspeakable in the department of mysteries

eventually became the defense against the dark arts teacher in the 1990-1991 school year

Regulus Moonshine

developed a potion to suppress hags' normal appetite for human flesh. lost several chunks of own body while conducting the clinical trials

the daily prophet called him "professor", but it is not known if he ever taught at a wizarding school

Dirk Cresswell

mid-1990s he became head of the goblin liaison office, at the ministry of magic

fluent in Gobbledegook

a favourite student of slughorn

probably muggleborn

Augustis Pye

trainee healer at st mongo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries in the dai llewellyn ward

was interested in muggle medical practices

Bones

child of mr bones and mrs bones, sibling of amelia and edgar, and parent of susan

has no canon first name or gender but I usually call them Lucas Bones and hc them as male

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elisedonut · 2 months

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I've been so freaking obsessed with Evan Rosier/Percy Weasley time travel fic.

Starts out as a Voldemort wins AU and Percy time travels to the past, ends up about 16/17 and back in Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin, he doesn't know shit about Voldemort or how to prevent the war, so he does the only logical thing he can. Becomes a better alternative to Voldemort. Yup, straight up Percy Weasley cult, yes I'm doing that :P

It takes a while, but most of the other students are more or less on board, except Evan Rosier. He's hanging around because his friends are all enamoured, but he's suspicious, he doesn't trust Percy. Percy thinks he's hot c: Evans emotionally constipated self thinks Percy is hot too :p but very sus and he doesn't trust easy

So basically Percy has to change the future by forcing the Hogwarts population into therapy, becoming a sort of accidental cult leader, joining the pta and uniting with parents in ways that change actually happens even if they don't like some things he says, changing some of the dumb things the teachers do, changing the gryffindor bias, promoting interhouse unity and all that fun stuff :D

Yk like litte things that change everything

His and Evans dynamic is kinda like

Evan: *shaking the front of Percy's robes* I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're playing at but I'm going easy on you because my friends like you. But you so much as stub their toe, you are dead, do you hear me?

Percy: That's nice, mind the robes will you? They're new. Unlike some people I can't afford buying new ones for every idiot who randomly decides to assault me.

Evan: You kissed Mulciber?

Percy: What of it

Evan: No- I just- Mulciber? He's probably got some- I don't know, infectious disease!

Percy: If I didn't know better I'd think you wanted to kiss me.

Evan: *spluttering*

Evan: Why were you hanging around with Snape

Percy: *flipping page of his book* We were discussing the importance of media literacy in charged political climates

Evan: *darkly* Of course you were.

Percy: Is there a problem?

Barty: *popping up out of nowhere with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle at Evan* Yeah, why are you bothering him Evan, it's like your obsessed :)

Evan: I am not obsessed! I just- I- I just think maybe his lordship shouldn't leave everyone out of interesting discussions!

Barty: Seriously.

Percy: Actually, that's a good point Rosier. Thank you for pointing that out. How about tomorrow we properly launch debate club! I'll go ask professor Slughorn, Rosier will you assist me?

Evan: *dying inside* Whatever. I don't have anything else that I'm doing so like- yeah

Evan doesn't know why the fuck Percy is crying but he gets it. He gets what it's like and he doesn't trust him, can't trust him, can't make that shrivelled little thing inside him reach out and accept someone new, but he can understand. And he holds him. And Percy cries into his jumper until he's asleep and then Evan tells himself he should go, he shouldn't be here, it feels so wrong to see this boy so vulnerable and trusting but he stays and in the morning they don't talk about it. In the morning Avery fawns a little as he pours milk in Percy's cereal and he sneers just the same as usual, a hufflepuff asks for Percy's thoughts on rock music and he scoffs and rolls his eyes the same as usual but he finds himself checking if Percy actually eats the food they give him, seeing the dark circles under the redheads eyes, seeing the smudged and filled up schedule he keeps worrying over

ASDFGHJKL I CAN'T GET OVER THEM PLS

oh sounds neat

ngl I don't really know anything about Evan because I'm not a Marauder girlie like at all

Death Eaters are honestly my least favorite people to pair with Percy personally and there's not many that I do actively like

so i don't tend to pay them much attention unless i find them interesting for some other reason

because as anyone who's been here long enough can probably tell i have a hard time caring about characters unless i can tie them back to Percy in some way or another

but regardless yeah Percy and Time travel are two of my favorite fic genres so i could see the appeal

Percy trying to start a cult himself is very funny though

like at this point he just doesn't know what else to try so he's just kind of like fuck it i guess ill try this

it is neat because Evan's the only one seemingly suspicious and in a way his suspicions are right like Percy is 100% up to something its just that the something isn't actually a bad thing really

Also your writing him so jealous thats always fun

#percy weasley #evan rosier #evan rosier/percy weasley #might not really be for me #but i do love hearing about what other people ship and why #for Percy thats double true #it's always very fun to see how everyone's brains work so differently and what gives different people brainrot #like go off I'm so proud of you #i wish i had more to say dhfadhf #Elise's Thoughts and Concepts

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dinoplantsghost · 3 months

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pairing: Tom Riddle x fem! original character

warning(s): tom is a warning in itself, 1940s: time accurate misogyny (???) and r@c!sm, canon-compliant prejudice & name-calling, teenage behavior (boys smh), language (swearing), mentions of murder & death

word count: ~4303

Disclaimer: I have a huge google doc that holds all of my drafts and I'm quite literally just copypasting everything, so if there are any typos/errors, no there isn't!! :)

-- I hope yall can see that I don't know how to name chapters lol

Chapter List

Planning Ahead [2]

“Who is that, when did we get a new student?”

“Her hair is an absolute disaster! Do you think she’s a metamorphmagus?”

“What an awful time to transfer; does she even know any English?“

The whispers and stares grew stronger as the 5’6" girl walked through the large doors to the Great Hall, making her way to the long table in navy blue and bronze. Saoirse continued to ignore the comments and side-eyes and sat down at the very edge of the table, pulled out a thick book from her satchel and began reading in typical Ravenclaw fashion.

At the next few tables over, a group of boys huddled amongst themselves. Out of the eight of them, they always surrounded one boy, without fail. He was the automatic leader of the group, the one they would turn to when in need, the one they were loyal to. He had them wrapped around his finger so effortlessly, and it disappointed him to see young men of such high status to be so dumb.

“When are you going to make your move, Eloise,” Asked Cassius Mulciber, the sixth year of the group. “If you’re not going to do anything, I might just take her for myself.”

Eloise Avery scoffed. “If you think you have a chance against me,” he laughed, gesturing to himself. “You must have gone mental.”

To the right of Eloise, Louis Rosier chimed in, mindlessly twirling his hair of honey into a braid. “I think you should totally try, ‘Cass,” he finished the braid with a tap of his wand, the ends of his hairs sticking together. “It wouldn’t hurt to.”

Cassius reached across the table to give Louis a high-five, his wide build blocking the light from Patrick Nott, a fifth year of Austrian descent and the thinnest of the bunch. Irritated, Patrick placed his bookmark in the book he was reading, closed it, and slammed it repeatedly against Cassius’ left upper arm. “You. Bloody. Git!” He huffed, pushing his frames further up his nose bridge. “For the love of Merlin, sit down!”

Cassius whipped his head around to the boy, his black and unkempt hair hitting the side of his face. Before he could get a word out, though, Headmaster Dippet stood up, projecting his voice with Sonorus. “Good morning, students. Today is the start of a new week, and with that being said, I would like to remind you all that playing Exploding Snap in the lavatories will result in a month’s worth of detention.” Laughter echoed throughout the Great Hall. “And before I finish this morning’s announcements, I would like to welcome our new student, Saoirse!”

Dippet pointed his hand to the girl, who still had her head hanging low as she scanned the contents of Hogwarts: A History, unaware of the eyes staring at her. “Well,” the Headmaster coughed. “It seems like she is working very diligently to catch up to her peers. This is the perfect example of what your work ethic should look like, everyone. Now, pip pip!” Clapping his hands, he sat back down, quick to use Quietus to avoid any mishaps.

Saoirse was finally pulled from her reading daze when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up, she found a small man with elfish ears and crazed, white hair standing up in every direction. His eyes were kind and his smile was light. She could tell that he was a very genuine person. “Good morning, sir,” She smiled.

“Good morning, my dear girl! My name is Linnaeus Flitwick and I am your Head of House. I’m here to give you your schedule.” He handed her a slip of paper before continuing, “Classes start soon, so be sure to leave the Great Hall soon so you’re in class on time, alright?”

Saoirse nodded, skimming through the piece of paper that was given to her. “Thank you, sir.”

With her eyes falling on the schedule for Monday, she quickly found that she had Care of Magical Creatures first thing in the morning. She sighed, knowing that Riddle never gave her a tour of the outside campus, and threw her large book into her satchel, eating a couple pieces of fruit before leaving the Great Hall. As she left, the group of boys eyed each other.

“I think we should have a bet,” said Cassius, shoving a piece of his fried egg into his mouth. “Whoever beds the new girl first gets five Galleons.”

A boy with tan skin chuckled as he buttered the last of his bread. “You lot are ridiculous; there’s no way she’s going to fall for it.”

“You’re just scared that you’ll lose, Lestrange.” Said Rosier.

“No, I could totally win against you idiots, but I have better things to do.”

“Excuses, excuses.” Cassius laughed, waving a hand in the air. “What about the rest of you,” he asked, turning to the right to look at the other young men sitting at the table. “Do you want in on this glorious bet or are you too chicken to do so?”

Abraxas Malfoy ran a hand over his pale face. “Absolutely not,” he sighed. “Father expects me to court and wed Torsia Adlard, remember? If I get caught with another girl, that blows any chances of me getting with Adlard.”

Orion Black, who was sitting next to the platinum blond boy, hummed in agreement. “She doesn’t seem pure-blooded either,” he mumbled. “It would be devastating if one of you were to shag a Mudblood.”

A chorus of acknowledgement rang throughout the table. “When you put it that way, I’ll pull out of the bet then.” Cassius hissed, running a hand through his ink hair.

Miles Lestrange raised his eyebrows, putting down his goblet of pumpkin juice. “Oh? But you were the one who considered the bet in the first place.”

“Well that was before I thought about her blood status, Miles. If you think I'm still going through with it then you’re bloody crazy.”

“I don’t care what she is, I’m going to get those five Galleons whether you like it or not.” Avery chimed in, earning a side eye from anyone who heard.

“That’s just gross, Eloise,” Rosier whispered, sounding so disappointed and dejected, placing a hand on the strawberry blond’s shoulder. “Don’t do that to yourself, mate, five Galleons isn’t worth it.”

“That insolent girl is not even worth a Knut.” Muttered the boy with ebony hair, situated in the middle of the posse. He closed his book looking upon the boys that stared back at him in anticipation, drinking up his words like it was their Ambrosia. “That idiot of a Headmaster asked me to give her a small tour of the school after Astronomy,” he explained. “She’s nothing but an obnoxious broad and she is not worth anything, especially to the likes of us.”

Tom stood up and walked off to his first class, leaving the rest of the boys to themselves.

┌────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┐

From a distance, a tall boy trotted down the courtyard, making his way to the first class of the day. Running a hand through locs of wavy, blond hair, his eyes fell on the apparent color of cerulean that stuck out from the green of dying leaves. He sighed, sucking the side of his cheek in contemplation before rolling his eyes and making his way to the lost foreigner.

He could not understand why Avery, Rosier, and Mulciber had such an interest in her—before Orion had pointed out her unknown blood status. It seemed to him that she was nothing but an airhead, especially after what Riddle had said back in the Great Hall. So much for being in Ravenclaw considering her race, he thought.

“Did you not see the map of the courtyard in that book of yours?” He asked, his velvety voice of dark chocolate enveloping the girl’s entire being as it seeped into her ears and flowed down her spine.

Abraxas Malfoy watched through the permanent scowl on his face as Saoirse turned around to see his aristocratic figure tower over her as his eyes of muted eucalyptus stared into her. “No, I didn’t get the time to,” she muttered. A scoff bubbled in his throat at her timidness. “Do you happen to have Care of Magical Creatures as your first class as well?”

Sighing once again, now knowing he had his first class with this girl, the fifteen year old boy nodded. Abraxas reluctantly pulled his right hand off from its place on top of his satchel—while using his left hand to grasp the strap—to point off in the distance to the right. Saoirse’s gaze followed his deathly pale finger and there sat a rickety fence made of dark wood. “Class is held near the outskirts of the Dark Forest, taught by Professor Thelma. You’re welcome.”

Deciding to not entertain the girl any further, Abraxas walked off, shifting his hands to the way they were prior; his right hand fell back to its snug position on top of his satchel as his left went back to his cloak pocket. The blond continued to walk the way, ignoring how the girl he left behind painfully tried to catch up with his long strides. When he made it to the fence, Abraxas opened the wooden barrier and did not care enough to leave it open, letting it close on its own before the Asian girl could catch up and slide through as the latch accidentally jumped up and locked the fence.

“Good morning class! Today we will be continuing our lesson on the Unicorn,” a nasally and feminine voice rang in the ears of the students standing around near the fence. “Luckily, I was able to talk to an old friend of mine who’s a Magizoologist and convinced her to let us see Unicorns up close.”

Elsie Thelma, professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class, was a small woman. So small, in fact, one could mistake her for a half-goblin. The round woman had fiery red hair flaring out of her tall witch’s hat with crooked frames barely balancing on her nose bridge. Her eyes held the curiosity of a thousand children, sparkling with the blue of the ocean crashing against the rocks.

With the wave of her hand, Professor Thelma guided the crowd of children away from the rickety picket fence and deeper into the lush green forest, magic intertwined within the roots, leaves and meer fibers of every plant and fungi and budding fruit.

Abraxas was never one for the outdoors, despite having the Quidditch position of chaser on the Slytherin team. Though, he thought, one was rarely on the ground when it came to Quidditch. He huffed, discreetly dragging the top of his tailored Oxford shoe against some rough bark to scrape off the discolored mud and wincing as he thought about the multitude of scratch marks damaging the leather.

“Alright class, I advise you all to be very quiet and still,” Thelma instructed. “As any sort of fast movement or abrupt sounds can set them off. For this portion of the lesson we will be pairing up into groups of four, all while having two subunits within each. One unit will write down observations, preferably the boys, while the girls interact with the unicorn to identify its unique behaviors .”

Professor Thelma’s voice rang in the blond boy’s ears, making him lift his head, walking away from the tree as he came up close to the rest of his peers.

The short professor stood in front of the students, looking at each and every one of them carefully. After a few moments of silence, the lady hand-picked the students to group up and start their observations on their assigned Unicorns that stood proudly in the clearing ahead.

“And with this group,” Thelma said softly. “You will have the new student—Saoirse. Malfoy, I trust that you inform the girl of our prior knowledge as she wasn’t present for the first portion of this lesson.”

“Oh, there’s no need to, professor. I’ve read about Unicorns before,” a soft voice chimed in, alarming Abraxas as he whipped around to stare dubiously at the girl with jade eyes. “I wouldn’t want the group to fall behind from the rest.”

“Brilliant then! Go on then, get to work, children.” Thelma smiled, shooing the group of 5 away to the last horse that fed on the grass by its lonesome.

The group stood around awkwardly, unable to shake off a creeped out feeling as the new girl stared at them expectantly. One of them, a Griffyndor boy, coughed into his fist. “Erm, are you sure you know enough about Unicorns? I’m sure you’ve never seen a Unicorn before in your life.”

Saoirse shrugged, smiling weirdly at the boy. “We’ll see.”

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Turns out, Saoirse was well informed. However, things turned south when the girl tried to walk up to the horned horse. The Unicorn turned tense, its ears flicking in her direction as it stared into her soul. With some encouragement from the others in the group, Saoirse tried to show an open palm, but that only aggravated the Unicorn more. Eventually, they settled to switch roles between Saoirse and Abraxas.

“Why did you transfer to Hogwarts, especially when we’re in the middle of our first term?” A girl asked, the yellow in her robes catching in Saoirse’s eyes.

“I was expelled,” she said, shaking off a salamander from her shoe. “The High Priestess was more than welcome to kick me out; she always disliked me.”

“Expelled,” echoed the other Ravenclaw in the group. Saoirse never bothered asking for their names. “What did you do?”

She held her tongue; she obviously couldn’t say she accidentally killed someone. She was starting to really like Hogwarts, so it would be sad to leave so soon. “I was experimenting,” Saoirse evaded. “An accident happened and it ruined my dorm. By ruining school property, along with other instances prior, the High Priestess was more than ready to expel me sooner or later.”

Abraxas, who was standing brushing the hairs from the Unicorn’s eye, frowned. It didn’t really make sense for her to transfer all the way to Scotland, especially since Mahoutokoro was in the far east of Japan. If anything, the closest school she could have gone to was in Uganda, Uagadou. Of course, there were other minor institutions, but it wasn’t likely for the girl to have transferred to any of those as they were very selective and couldn’t afford to have a student with a bad transcript in their student body.

Perhaps she had connections, he thought. Scotland is far from Japan or east Asia in general, and the only sensible reason for her to be here is that she knows someone in the area.

“What is that over there?” Saoirse asked, pointing off to the distant trees. There was an open area, the grass and other vegetation stomped flat by whatever creatures lived in the forest. Looking over with disinterest, Abraxas saw a horse-like figure, its large leathery wings flexing as its odd snout sniffed the ground.

“There’s nothing there.” Said the Hufflepuff girl, the other students in the group voicing their agreement.

“No, really, there’s a horse there—or, well, it’s not really a horse; it’s—”

“It’s a Thestral,” Abraxas said, gaining the attention of the group. “They carry the carriages for the upper years. Only people who have witnessed death can see them.”

“A Thestral,” frowned the other Ravenclaw student. “We learned about those in Divination class; they’re really bad omens.”

Now worried, the Hufflepuff girl and the Gryffindor student backed away. They suggested walking back to the fence, as class was almost over anyways. “Of course you would be able to see Thestrals, Malfoy,” muttered the Gryffindor. “I bet you and your family bond quite well over killing those who aren’t like you, huh?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Abraxas protested, getting hot in the face as he strided up to the student in red. “You stupid, bloody Gryffindors love causing trouble; you must be a Mudblood if you’re that passionate about less people dying.”

“That’s incredibly insensitive of you,” the Ravenclaw student huffed. “It shouldn’t matter if they weren’t pureblooded, they were still people.” Abraxas furrowed his brows, his upper lip lifting at the corner as he looked at the boy in disgust. To Saoirse, it was the most emotion she had seen from the boy with platinum blond hair. “You’re not even a good Ravenclaw, you know that? For being the house of intelligence, you’re bloody daft; Thestrals are anything but bad omens—quite curious creatures, actually.”

“We shouldn’t be fighting, guys,” fretted the Hufflepuff. “Let’s get back to the rest of the class. We’re bothering the Unicorn.”

Abraxas bit his tongue, his nose flaring as he glared at the girl, who flinched in return. Running a hand through his hair, he kicked up the dirt, offending both boys as he walked off without another word.

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“And they were just complaining—it was so bloody annoying; I wish I could have hexed them.”

“I would have as well. That Kowalski kid always wants to start something with you. Maybe he fancies you,” Joked Lestrange, earning a rough push on his shoulder by Abraxas.

“Don’t joke about that, I would end my life if that were the case.” He shuddered. He couldn’t imagine a half-blood like Kowalski pining over him—though many people did.

The two boys, along with the rest of the Slytherin posse, were waiting for their bi-weekly meeting to start. They sat around in a spacious room, chandelier dangling above them as they sat around at a round table.

When they first started these meetings, they were skeptical. Their leader, Tom, was odd. Despite being a Slytherin, his surname wasn’t well known in the Wizarding community. Everyone knew everyone in Slytherin, mainly consisting of high-class pureblood families and being a generally tight-knit House. They didn’t really tolerate any other House, they were often outcasted or rejected—from Gryffindor, mainly; Hufflepuffs had some good ones who were willing to look past the snake house’s collective problems, and Ravenclaw had students with similar world views.

They had every reason to dislike Muggleborns; Muggles had been killing and burning their ancestors for years, and it felt like a dishonor to those who died at the hands of evil. Unfortunately, over the years Muggleborns had been accepted, along with those with mixed blood, which was also a disgrace. The culture was slowly fading away—the holidays, beliefs, it was all being replaced by things that had no place in a magical institution. What even was Christmas? Who the Hell was Jesus Christ?

The group was given a promise, though. The promise to bring back their culture, to avenge their ancestors as they rid the world of Muggleborns and Halfbloods alike. Tom was sure to get them there. Time and time again he had proved to them he was worthy of being in Slytherin, despite their initial doubts. Their loyalty was set in stone once his lineage was discovered—their first assignment as the Knights of Walpurgis. He was a wonderful leader, always uplifting them and reminding them of their goals, of the right they had to take back what was once theirs. He stirred their ambitions, bringing out what made them Slytherins. Salazar was sure to be proud of his only heir.

“Apologies for the wait,” Tom said, closing the large door that phased away into the wall. “Black’s cousin stopped me in the middle of the common room.”

“Please don’t remind me of her, my Lord,” Orion blushed, gritting his teeth as the other boys’ guffaws reverberated in the large room. “I really don’t know why she’s like that.”

“No matter, let us start the meeting; we have much to discuss.”

Ever since the group learned of Tom’s well respected ancestor, their main objective was to find the Chamber of Secrets. Unfortunately for them, the only person who would be able to find the room at all was Tom; only Salazer Slytherin’s descendants could open the Chamber.

“I wasn’t able to find anything in the Library, my Lord,” Patrick said, his leg bouncing against the tile. “It’s like the staff erased all traces of Salazar Slytherin from the castle.”

Miles nodded in agreement. “I had the same trouble as well. My mother owled me back and she said she’s never heard of any writings or stories of the Chamber of Secrets from anyone she knows—and she knows many people.”

Tom bit the inside of his cheek. It was to be expected that they would end up in a dead end, but it was still frustrating. He was so close to finding out who he was, what he was meant for. His ancestor had helped build this school from the ground up and the impudent staff they were to respect could not even hold any amount of that towards one of Hogwarts’ founders. He knew he was meant to get to the Chamber; Salazar wouldn’t have created a beast just for it to rot down there with no way of unearthing it.

“This may be a stretch, but,” Abraxas chimed in, the hairs on the back of his head standing up on its ends as Tom snapped his eyes towards him. “That new girl, Saoirse, she might know something.”

Cassius huffed in amusement. “I knew you were interested in her.”

Eloise slammed a hand on the table, much to Tom’s irritation, gawking at his blond friend. “You talked to her,” he asked, leaning over the table. “Did you throw me into the conversation? Please, mate, it’s been so long since I’ve had—”

“No one here cares about your stupid sexual escapades,” Abraxas glared. “And no, you didn’t cross my mind once. During first period, Saoirse said she transferred to Hogwarts because she was expelled. She didn’t go into detail, but considering the fact she also revealed she can see thestrals, I doubt she was expelled for anything stupid like a prank gone wrong. I reckon she killed someone.”

Murmurs rang throughout the room. “And why would you suggest that,” mused Tom, the frown on his face more apparent than ever. “If anything, something probably happened when she was younger; you cannot just assume she killed someone because she can see thestrals.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but the more I think about it, she had no clue what a Thestral was until today—like she’s never seen one before.”

“So what, Hogwarts has stooped so low that they just allow anyone into the school—including murderers? You can’t be serious, ‘Brax. They would have known that looking at her transcript.” Louis stressed.

Mulciber shrugged, swirling a finger around the rim of his goblet, presumably filled with some kind of alcohol. “‘Dunno, Rose, peacock guy might have a point,” he said, ignoring the offended look Abraxas gave him.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“And I said I would stop when your white chickens finally die, Malfoy.”

Tom supposed the theory Abraxas had was sensible, but he doubted the girl knew anything about the four founders. She was reading Hogwarts: A History this morning, for Merlin’s sake. ‘However,’ he thought back to the night before, the moment when he showed Saoirse the door to Merrythought’s classroom.

Perhaps Abraxas had a point. If no one could get into the Chamber, then it may have something to do with Dark Magic; anything was plausible at this point and quite frankly, no matter how much it irked him to admit, Tom was desperate. “How do you suggest we get the girl to reveal this information to us? While she did mention Dark Magic during our conversation last night, she was too ditzy to keep a consistent word with.” He clicked his tongue at the mere thought of her insistent ramblings.

Eloise snapped his fingers. “Then we get her to join the Knights of Walpurgis, or at the very least into our friend group. It hits all of our problems quite well, doesn’t it? It’s all the more reason for me to get close and bed her,” he smirked.

“You need to stop thinking with your crotch, Avery, but I agree.” Cassius smiled, stretching his legs on his chair. “I would love to have a pretty girl with us.”

Louis frowned, the grip on his goblet tightening unconsciously. “You’d really want to have her in the group just because she’s a girl?”

“No, I’d like to have her here because she’s a pretty girl, Rose. We all know there aren’t many pretty purebloods here by our standards, and if this Saoirse girl isn’t a pureblood then at least we’ll have a simple pretty face in our midst.”

Louis sighed. “Oh, okay.”

“What do we do with her after, once we get whatever information we need?” Miles asked, seeming to be the only person besides their Leader to have a functioning brain.

“What if we kill her after?” Patrick suggested coolly, halting the side conversations. He turned to Tom, who was more than eager to hear something he was comfortable with. “My Lord, you mentioned a few meetings before that you were looking into those things; what were they called—Horcruxes? I found whatever I could in the Restricted Section, as I’m sure you have as well, and in order to make a Horcrux, you must provide a sacrifice; you must consciously and willingly take a life without remorse in order to blight your soul and split it.”

“I am still not convinced she has the knowledge we need to get into the Chamber of Secrets,” Tom sighed. “But this might have to do for now. However, the moment I see anyone slacking off, or that this girl is not providing us useful information, I kill her. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

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crimson rivers thoughts (8)

@tastetherainbow290 do you still want to be tagged in these?

chapter 15

oh. my.

regulus ❤️‍🩹

evan “on three or after three” rosier (he is so me)

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk” really james? i thought you had two working legs.

james now is NOT the time to flirt

i’ve never stepped in a bear trap before and now i never want to

regulus threatening sirius’ hair. yeah he would

i love evan and james friendship

“i don’t want them to change you” regulus 💔

nooo a problem

nooo regulus don’t leave him

KISS ALREADY come on.

ok forehead kiss i see you

“a parting gift” tears. crying. my heart is shattered. why did you have to make this sad.

not them both leaving james behind

james pov. ugh why is this so sad

wow regulus again ok. i mean james is just sitting in a cave so this makes sense

oh no. where did mulciber go.

WHAT

WAIT

WHAT

EVAN

wait guys im actually crying

“i think you two would’ve gotten on well” yeah. rip evan rosier you would have loved barty crouch jr

sirius pov now…

oh my god i am c r y i n g

“hallow is hollow.” BANGER

oh no. please mulciber do not find james.

and just like that its over. omg.

@gardenofrunar how could you tell me to read another knowing what happens ☹️

chapter 16

and he’s found james. lovely.

i love that when anyone refers to james or regulus as the other’s boyfriend they both just go with it

poor james. he is too soft for all of it.

oh they’re fighting

i know james lives but i still am worried for him

james resorting to throwing dirt 💀

james relentlessly beating mulciber with the hatchet after the cannon sounds

rip mulciber you will not be missed

jegulus reunited once more

james is awake again!!

no don’t talk about evan im gonna cry again

yeah. crying.

remus pov!

remus dating standards 💀 he’s so real honestly

“I'll show you yours if you show me mine." thank the lord for comic relief

effie and monty mention ❤️

remus opening up to sirius

i swear they’re always like “i want to kiss” and then they don’t??

ok im so curious what did remus do

chapter 17

author says they’re excited for this chapter… should i be scared

update i was going to wait until i read this chapter to post but i decided to post anyway

#crimson rivers

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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I'm afraid to inform you all that Megs (@greenmegsnoham) is not a human person, but a m a c h i n e.

Just kidding, but you probably believed me for a second there. What Megs actually is is the pure personification of Virgo, running laps around the rest of us mere mortals.

This lady writes fic, records podfic, records a podcast, makes art, runs various Discord servers, runs various fandom fests, and somehow finds the time to read and comment?? She is super openminded and openhearted. She is encouraging to others. She is creative, hilarious, and helpful. All of this in fandom spaces alone, but she also has like...a real life?? Outside of this?? How, though?

And even though real life has been kicking her tail of late, she was still making stuff happen????

Not to mention, my first podcast I was featured on was because of Megs reaching out to me! And her presence in the same episode helped me stay calm and sane. We've done multiple episodes together on both Snape Chat and her own podcast, Care of Magical Shippers. She is such a blast to chat with, and listen to. And I have to credit her big time with me opening up to new opportunities and trying new things, however scary they were. And her always being such a rock through it all.

And I'm not the only person she's positively impacted. The communities she's built have been so important for so many people, making connections and building friendships and finding support and encouragement, from people all across the HP fandom. And other fandoms, now! Multi-shipper, multi-fandom, multi-talented QUEEN.)

Anyway, Megs is a big ole rockstar and I love her to death.

Fics

Exceeds Expectations

James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 12,000. Underage. Crack treated seriously. Minor Jegulus. Minor Snegulus. Himbo James. Size difference. Enemies to lovers. Love/hate. Jealousy. Top/bottom stereotypes. Light dom/sub. Call Me Daddy Fest 2023.

No one understood.

Yes, James was tall, fit, and a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was handsome and extremely popular, it was just always the wrong sort of attention he desired. He knew he gave off those fuckboy vibes. One look at James, and he was clearly ready to pummel them into the ground. And that's precisely what he did, again and again, but it wasn't enough. It never would be. No one looked at James and thought, 'Damn, I'd love to wreck that arse.'

Once. Just once. Was that too much to bloody ask?!

James Potter just wants to be bred.

Wait For Me

Albus Severus/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 85,000. Underage. Unrequited love. Denial of feelings. Mutual pining. Slow burn. Time skips. Secret relationship. Drama & romance. Past relationships. Background relationships. Some Drarry, endgame Dralbus. Next Gen Fest 2022.

Draco had always believed that Harry had been the one that got away. His one great love—his best friend. He had tried to let go, to find that love in another. But he had failed. He'd accepted his fate—if he couldn't have Harry in that way, just having Harry in his life could be enough.

Despite his unrequited love, Draco’s life had changed for the better in so many ways. But nothing had changed him more than holding Harry's son in his arms—darling little Albus. That day, he became the most important person in the world to Draco.

Watching the boy grow into the brilliant and determined young man had been a treasure, as tumultuous as it was. Be it teenage angst or failed relationships, Draco had always been there to pick up the pieces for his boy.

Even when his feelings took a turn for the unexpected, Draco wouldn't trade their journey for the world.

Not when his great love had been there all along—waiting for him.

30 years of thirsty pining for a Potter.

Worship Thy Master

Tom/Abraxas. Tom/Avery. Tom/Mulciber. Tom/Lestrange. Tom/Nott. Tom/Rosier. Underage. Pillow princess Tom. Body worship. Denial of feelings. Slither In Fest 2022.

It's their last year at Hogwarts, and everyone is tense about passing their N.E.W.T.s. Tom isn't, and he has an excellent idea as to how he can help his fellow year mates destress.

Tom gets ALLS the dick and refuses to fall in love. Because he's Tom.

Podcast

Care of Magical Shippers (Host)

Ep. 13 | Snotterly (James/Lily/Severus)

Ep 30 | Fleurmione (Fleur/Hermione)

Ep 35 | Snaco (Draco/Severus)

Snape Chat (Guest)

Ep 5 | Cokeworth

Ep 7 | Snape Lives!

ProtegoCast (Guest)

S3E3 | Vegan Dating and Relationships

Podfics

For You

written by bisexualronaldweasley, narrated by Megs. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Length: 2 minutes. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Loneliness. Blood & injury.

It was the stack of newspapers shoved against the front door. It was the stove, cold and forgotten. It was the creaks of the old house. It was the unused Floo powder, sitting in jars on the mantle. It was the Owls that took off every day and never returned with replies.

One week without him, and you were ruined.

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up)

written by MayMarlow, narrated by Megs. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. WIP. Time travel. Fix it fic.

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artefacts, no matter how interesting those artefacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #greenmegsnoham #fandom friends #megs is the best

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impishtubist · 2 years

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All of Sirius’s friends utterly despise Avery or whoever, and Sirius, who spends a decent amount of his time sleeping with Avery and unfortunately never quite grasped all this morality stuff because with his childhood he never stood a chance at it, is all “Yeah, he’s morally terrible and frankly sucks as a person, but consider this: he’s hot and amazing in bed, what else really matters for this?” Sirius also gets a bit of a twisted sense of morality too, as a treat. Sirius can personally attest to the fact that Avery has the Dark Mark (he has extensive knowledge on what Avery’s body looks like) and he’s seen it on several of Avery’s dorm mates when he leaves (Mulciber yells at Sirius to quit waking up and making noise at 4 and in the morning and to either leave at night or stay until morning, Sirius tells him to either join in or shut up then, Rosier makes a snarky comment about if that offer applies to all of them or just Mulciber, and the Dark Mark is very clearly visibly on Mulciber’s arm when he throws a textbook at Rosier, with Rosier’s mark equally as visible when he throws up a shield; Snape is forcibly trying to ignore all for this because while literally none of his Pureblood roommates seem to understand privacy, Snape’s still very uncomfortable with the fact that Avery is not only sleeping with Sirius Black, but nobody in the dorm seems to regard the “shagging in the dorm” thing as weird since the curtains were around the end and a silencing spell was up so it’s not like they heard or saw anything and yes this is explicitly because it’s funny to imagine Sirius having snarky banter with the Slytherins in their dorm while Snape’s just suffering), but he just kind of remains silent on the whole issue, figuring a) what the hell is a student going to do so this can be a problem for after they graduate, b) everyone already suspects they’re Death Eaters so confirmation is kind of irrelevant, and c) Sirius thinks explaining how he knows would be very awkward

You know what, sure, I'm on board with Sirius sleeping with a bunch of future Death Eaters if only because it would annoy the absolute fuck out of Snape, and I'm always here for Snape being irritated by Sirius.

#imp speaks #chaos night #hot take night #hot take hour

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krethes · 2 years

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I posted 1,100 times in 2022

That's 928 more posts than 2021!

264 posts created (24%)

836 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@theresthesnitch

@squintclover

@elder-millennial-trash

@wolfstarmicrofic

@krethes

I tagged 711 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#wolfstar - 397 posts

#remus lupin - 358 posts

#sirius black - 336 posts

#my fics - 163 posts

#did you miss me? - 109 posts

#dymm - 99 posts

#dymm? - 97 posts

#wolfstarmicrofic - 90 posts

#asks for krethes - 89 posts

#wolfstar microfic - 76 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#but also this is really just so sweet and tender and snitch does a fantastic job of capturing these two in this intimate moment

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey discord...you k?

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@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twelve: roar

C/w: violence!

"Remus, it's fine, lea-"

"Come off it, Evans, this has been a long time coming!"

"Oi, don't talk to my girl that way, Black!"

"I don't need you defending my honor, Potter. Or you, Remus!"

"Too late. He's got that look."

Remus barely registers the conversation happening behind him as he stands toe-to-toe with Severus Snape. The blood pumping through his adrenaline-soaked heart is a deafening roar, followed up by a loop of the vitriolic litany that just spun from the other boy's mouth: mudblood (at Lily), half-breed, monster.

He's had it. Snape wants a monster? He'll show him a fucking monster. Remus raises his wand with a vicious whip and a growled, "Diffindo!" but his spell goes wide as something ("Sectumsempra!") bigger, sharper, cuts deep into his leg.

He sees red.

Remus lunges to the furious, loyal shouts of his friends and tackles Snape to the ground, teeth bared and snarling. Sirius was once stupid enough to provoke him on the full moon; one would think Snape would have learned his fucking lesson.

His face inches from Snape's, he drinks in the look of pure, startled terror. "It's me you should be afraid of, not the wolf," Remus whispers as he cocks back his fist and swings. His blood spills red—not greasy oil black as half-expected—and Remus does it again, delighting in the visceral sound of bones breaking. Bite him, bite him, bite him! the wolf demands, foaming, frothing at the mouth. Put him in his place!

"Mr Mulciber, if this is yet another attempt at trying to woo your way into the Slug Club, it simply won't work!" Slughorn's chortle breaks through Remus's rage fog, and four arms haul him off Snape's unconscious form.

"Time to go, Moony," Sirius laughs under his breath, wicked glee on his face, kisses him briskly to diffuse the rest of the haze, and they bolt before Slughorn can see them.

If Snape sits in his dorm hearing Remus's blood-curdling, bone-wrenching screams and chilling howl, Remus hopes he'll feel his broken nose and lie awake, fearing the man in the monster. He's done pretending to tolerate. He's done sitting idly by while people attack his friends.

He's done.

They want a war? They want to provoke the wolf?

Remus will blow the house down.

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@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-One: inhale

Set in the same universe as Wildfire.

"Moony, this is Red, do you copy?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Moony, this is Red, do you copy?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Moony, this is Red. Do you copy?! Remus!?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Red, this is Moony."

"Thank fuck. Your vitals monitor is-"

"-Broken. Yeah. Busted."

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Padfoot and Prongs are coming with an evac. I'm staying here with you until they get there."

"Pulse is coming down. Switching to wheel and shutting up."

Crack the canister, suck in half a breath, close. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Repeat. His lungs scream, every fibre of his being shouting that to survive, he needs to leave the canister open, take a nice deep breath, or run, get out of the trap he's found himself in. Surrounded by fallen logs on all sides, the fire encroaches, eating up the detritus that separates him from the team.

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Repeat.

"I'm still here, Remus. They're on their way."

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Repeat.

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127 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Nine: forget

"Don't forget to brush your teeth," his father called down the corridor, halting Remus and his unbrushed teeth just outside his bedroom door. Groaning, he trudged back to the bathroom and grumpily set to his task.

***

"Don't forget to write me," his mother pleaded, voice tearful-tight and her eyes overbright with those she'd mostly kept at bay. Remus kissed her cheek and hugged her tight, promised to study hard, and took his father's hand to Disapparate.

***

"Don't forget to wait for me, dear. I'll be back with the sunrise," the nurse said gently. Her face was kind and lacked the usual fear he was used to seeing from mediwix. No sooner did her smell fade than his skin began to split and his body to break, reforging into a monster.

***

"Don't forget, eleven o'clock," Sirius whispered, conspiratorial, while James passed out bags of foul-smelling smoke bombs. They celebrated their successful assault on the Slytherins with butterbeer from the kitchens.

***

"Don't forget to put on your sun scream thing," James chided, ignoring Sirius's scoffing dismissal to rub the thick white cream into his shoulders. Watching them, Remus's breaths came quicker and he hoped the heat would explain the flush to his cheeks.

***

"Don't forget to use the mirror," Sirius exhaled, lips pressed to his. The summer was going to be long and lonely without him, but the mirror in his hands was a lifeline.

***

"Don't forget the rings!" Sirius hollered, reaching blindly for the two bands of gold as Remus plucked them from their nightstand to drop them in his palm. Sirius spun to kiss him and fixed his dress robes, green for Lily.

***

"Don't...forget... me," Sirius panted, voice breaking into splintered shards. His teeth dug into Remus's shoulder, giving him a lasting mark, a scar willfully taken. His fingers bruised his hips and the shattered noise Sirius made as he came, buried in Remus, caged by his arms, bruised Remus's heart. Three months with a werewolf pack was too long. Remus hoped Sirius would keep the same promise.

***

"Don't forget them," Remus begged to the bundle of blankets in his arms, rocking back and forth. He saw his friends in the jet black of his hair, the verdant green of his eyes, and shut his own against the surge of emotion that threatens to swallow him whole. Four days of insomnia, of grieving, of panic and fear. Four days of darkness. A lifetime to go.

***

"Don't forget to brush your teeth!" Remus shouted down the hall, halting the black-haired boy in his tracks. Harry groaned and stomped dramatically back to the bathroom. Sirius huffed a laugh at his side and pulled Remus in for a minty-fresh kiss.

***

"Don't forget to write us," Remus whispers into their boy's hair. He knows he'll do his best, but that he'll probably forget, because Remus did, his first year. When he and Sirius return to an empty home for the first time, he's not too proud to say they had a little cry and a long cuddle before the sparks lit between them, reminding them of who they were and always had been, a love ignited and fanned by the promise of don't forget.

133 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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@wolfstarmicrofic Day Seventeen: pic 'n mix

Another long one, oops. Heh. And a day late. Eep.

Harry's squeals of delight draw plenty of looks: pointed, startled, amused. Remus can't bring himself to care, not today. Not when he's watching him ride Padfoot haphazardly through the stalls of the outdoor market in their little corner of East Sussex.

The past, well, several weeks have been a test of Remus's patience, confidence, and love for this child. Harry has been...contrary. He's four, and it's to be expected (or so Molly keeps reminding him whenever he Floo calls her, at his wit's end), but he fights anything Remus asks him to do.

Brush your teeth? No!

Put on your socks? No!

Would you like some ice cream? No! (That one seemed to have made him pause, at least).

Remus could live with it easier if Harry was just as stubborn with Sirius, but nooo, Sirius could do no wrong. Sirius, who can turn into a dog and be Harry's best friend and godfather at the same time. Sirius, who can ask Harry to help with the washing up and poof! It's done. Just like that. No lip. No sass. No, no!

Remus doesn't know what he's done. He's not the only disciplinarian. He and Sirius split the unfortunate task of setting Harry right pretty evenly. A small part of him wonders if it's because he's not actually bound to Harry by any tie, blood or magic, like Sirius is, but he tries not to think on that. They've gotten along before. Why not now?

Molly assures him that that is quite normal, too. Children go through favorites like they do juice boxes, and Remus just happens to be the prune juice box that Harry does not want.

It hurts. He won't lie. It outright sucks, and he's been driven to angry, embarrassed, and just sad tears in the privacy of their bedroom, wondering what on earth he's done wrong. Parenting is hard, and no one even thought to warn him, a queer werewolf, about it before they were needed to take care of Harry. Molly's advice is all well and good (really, it's worth every knut in Sirius's vault), but none of her children have gone through the same trauma as Harry has. Poor kid.

But Remus told himself it would all right itself in the end. At least Harry was listening to one of them! He still wanted to try, though, to get in his good graces. They've been cooped up for some foul late summer storms and this market is the perfect avenue to get some fresh air and just get out of the house.

"Moony!!!" Harry shrieks, steering an amused Padfoot his way by way of his ruff. "Please, please, please!"

"Please what?" Remus asks, feigning ignorance. He spotted the pic 'n mix candy stall the minute they entered the market and knew it was only a matter of time before Harry zoned in on it. But he's been trying to get Harry to ask for things properly.

Harry pulls on his bottom lip and puts on a look he must have learned from Sirius, the little sneak, because his green eyes go big and sad and when he releases his lip, by god it wobbles "Pretty please?"

Remus's heart twists and he just wants to give this precious child anything, everything, no holds barred, but he stays strong. Willpower is his strong suit. "Very good, but what is it you want?"

"Oh!" Just like that, the pleading look disappears and the beginnings of crocodile tears practically get sucked back in. Oh, he's good. They're doomed. "This! The um, the candy! Padfoot said I can!"

Padfoot, silver eyes wide, quickly looks away, his ears flicking back. Remus tries not to laugh. "Oh did he now?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaims, matter-of-fact.

"I didn't know you spoke dog, Haz."

Harry snorts and gives Remus a look like he can't possibly be serious. "I don't. I speak Padfoot."

Well, that's him told then, isn't it? "Alright, grab one sack and fill it up. But remember, dogs can't eat chocolate or candy or it'll make them sick," Remus advises to the dark glare from Padfoot who was, in fact, just about to eat a piece of chocolate from Harry's hand. Serves him right.

Harry meets Remus's eyes, nods with all of the solemnity that being four years old affords, but immediately snaps back into his fervor and strikes up a lively conversation about ducks with the shopkeeper. Remus watches on, proud, but his observation is interrupted by Padfoot stepping his full weight onto his foot.

"Arse," he mutters down at his husband, who, naturally, ignores him.

After several minutes of Harry bobbing around the stand and harrying the poor woman weighing out his selections (far more than one bag) Remus knows they need to call it. "Haz, it's time to go."

Harry looks at him so sharply, Remus gets a wave of nostalgia for the amount of times Lily's levied one of those his way. "No!" he announces, and Remus sighs inwardly. He'd thought they were past that...

Remus looks down at Padfoot, who rolls his eyes and plods forward to tug gently at Harry's shirt with his teeth. "No!" Harry tells him, and Remus blinks. "No!" They're drawing the attention of several people, people who don't know them, and Remus cringes. He looks nothing like Harry. At best, he could pass as an uncle, maybe, but definitely not his parent with his fair hair and tan-not-brown skin.

"Harry, it's time to go," Remus repeats lowly. Harry shoots him a teary look, his head hanging low. It's the tone of voice Remus almost never uses, and he feels a little guilty for employing it now. He sidles up to the shopkeep, apologizes for the theatrics, and pays (a rather outrageous amount) for the bags and bags of candy.

The walk home is tense. Harry doesn't want to ride Padfoot, and Padfoot walks sullenly next to Remus, casting him baleful, meaningful looks his way, expressing his own confusion. Man, they were really bad at this parenting shit. Maybe they were messing Harry up. Would he have been better with Petunia?

No. Remus has met Petunia on several occasions, each more unpleasant than the last. She didn't come to Lily and James's funeral. She did not deserve their son.

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