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kpceramics · 4 months
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Gideon winked at her increasingly agitated companion. She said, sotto voce: “But then you couldn’t have admired … these”
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I made these
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sassaffrassa · 1 month
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*toxic by britney spears playing in the background*
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beautitudes · 1 year
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Pretty
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Sirius wasn’t pretty. 
Was he? 
His nose was too big. His eyes were too cold, just like his father’s. He was tall, but not like Moony. And he definitely wasn’t as muscled as James who was a fan of sports and got up early to run before breakfast even as a first-year – no wonder he joined the Quidditch team as soon as their chaser got injured and couldn’t play anymore. And his hair, don’t even mention his hair! Pete’s hair was nice. He was blond, and girls liked blond. Sirius’ hair was curled. Moony’s was too, but Moony’s hair lay in graceful waves while his was almost always tangled. At home, Kreacher washed his hair with nice potions and oils and then brushed it before it dried. At school, Sirius hated washing his hair and avoided doing so for days until someone told him that he was beginning to look like Snivellus. Once, he tried a straightening charm on his hair that did nothing apart from leaving him nauseous.  
When he glanced at himself in the mirror, all he could see was an awkward, unpleasant, boney stray. 
Sirius definitely wasn’t pretty.
*
“I feel like shit,” Sirius muttered one Saturday morning while they were enjoying the sun near the lake. 
“Everyone, let’s say something nice about Sirius,” James drawled and clasped his hands.
“Sirius is a good friend, he always helps me with transfiguration,” Peter started. James and Remus nodded.
“Sirius is great with words and that's why I sometimes let him write my letters to Lily Evans. I swear to Merlin she was smiling when she was reading the one I sent her last week! I bet it was something Sirius came up with!” James added.
“I saw that, she was. It took you – and Sirius' letters – only three years to persuade her that you’re not a jerk. Good job, James… Okay, my turn. Sirius is pretty,” Remus offered. 
Sirius blinked and sat up straight. He paled, as if all blood had just disappeared from his cheeks, and his eyes lost all amiability.
“Pretty is for girls. My sisters are pretty. Evans is pretty. That Ravenclaw you kissed last week is pretty. Don’t call me that.
“I’m sorry,” he faltered. “I won’t, but…”
“No. I don’t want to hear it,” said Sirius. “Thanks for your help. I feel worse now.”
He stormed off before any of them could protest. 
“Should we go and see if he’s alright?” Pete whispered.
“Nah. He’ll cool off himself. You know he hates it when we go check on him,” James replied. Still, Remus stood up and gathered his books. 
“If he doesn’t want to talk to me, I won’t talk. But he shouldn’t be alone,” he shrugged in response to James’ glance. 
He didn’t want to say that Sirius had never looked at him with such fury before and he was ready to do whatever it took for Sirius to forgive him. 
(Or that for some unknown reason he found himself thinking, more and more with every passing week that he longed for any minute he spent just with Sirius, at night when they both couldn’t sleep and in the daytime). 
Remus was quick to find him. Sirius was in bed, wrapped up in a blanket despite the hot. When Remus knocked on the door and opened it, Sirius looked up and immediately hid his face in the pillow. Remus sighed, crossed the room and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn’t see much, but whatever he saw was enough to decipher that Sirius had been crying. 
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently. Out of the four boys, he was the only one who knew how to be gentle. On bad nights, Sirius sneaked into his bed looking for his tender voice, his soft touch and a brush of Remus’ lips on his forehead when he thought Sirius was asleep. 
“Nothing’s wrong,” Sirius snapped, nevertheless.  
“Something is,” Remus countered. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just thought… I don’t know. I saw you throw a brush in the bathroom today. I thought you were angry about your hair again. I thought you didn’t do that anymore. I thought you forgot… Whatever it is you used to think when you looked at yourself in the mirror in our first year.”
“I never stopped. I just… Learned to hide it better,” Sirius answered, quietly. 
“Can I lie down?”
“Go on.”
Remus settled next to Sirius and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Sirius turned to face him and pressed his cheek to Remus’ chest. 
This was new. Hugging hours before the sun set. But it felt right. 
“Do you really not see it? That you are pretty? Beautiful, even?” Remus breathed out. Sirius stirred in his arms and drew in a deep breath. 
“Andromeda… My cousin. She once said that I was pretty. I said thank you… Because Mother taught me and Reg that we say thank you if someone tells us nice things. And Mother just…” his voice broke and Sirius shook his head, snuggling closer to Remus’ side. “She slapped me across my face for it.”
“And said that pretty was for girls?”
“Yeah… Yeah.”
“What if I repeat this to you every day? Will you forget her words and believe me?” Remus whispered back.
“I’ll hate you if you do it. So, so much. But then… Yeah, I think I’ll believe you then. Because you… Because you never lie to me, Moony,” Sirius discreetly wiped his eyes on Remus’ t-shirt and laughed.
“You’re pretty,” Remus said at once.
“Am I?”
“You are, yes.”
“Prettier than that Ravenclaw?”
“Absolutely.”
“Prettier than Evans?”
“Don’t tell James that I said it, but yes. Prettier than Evans.”
“Cool,” Sirius huffed. 
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Remus smiled.
“Not yet.”
“One day you will. I promise you will.”
@wolfstarmicrofic
"forget" + "hate"
Part 2 here
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carrythatwayt · 27 days
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*insert special interest here*
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bobwess · 2 years
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Here I am. Doing anything at all but the things I gotta do.
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bluecastlemistawis · 1 year
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meatghosts · 1 year
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Nailbunny.
colored paper cutouts and pen details
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mtlupy · 1 year
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Outing myself as the maker of this meme.
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dittopup · 1 year
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I maaaaaay have some Glass Onion brainrot
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aiobhlin · 7 months
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Witness, Chapter 3: The Agreement
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Frank doubles down on his plan to join Karen in Witness Protection. Excerpt:
Once the door was shut, Karen whirled around to face Frank, putting her hands on her hips. “What is so important, Frank?”
“Karen, I’m going with you.”
“We already talked about this…” she began, but he interrupted her.
“Look, I don’t trust the FBI or the US Marshals or the CIA or whoever to keep you safe, okay? I’m going with you.”
“Frank, this is a bad idea.” She started pacing the room, agitated. Frank started to smell victory.
“Give me one reason,” he said. “One reason this won’t work.”
“Well, you’re recognizable, for one.”
“Not outside of New York. Nobody’s even heard of The Punisher once you get out past 100 miles.”
Undeterred, Karen continued, “If you’re so sure I’m going to be in danger, then you’ll be in danger, too.”
“I’m familiar with danger, in case you haven’t heard,” he deadpanned. “It obviously doesn’t bother me.”
She shot him a look, but kept pacing, chewing on a thumbnail now. “I just don’t think it will work the way you think it will work.”
“Karen,” Frank said, cocking his head to try and get in her eyeline. When that didn’t work, he walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders, stilling her. “What is really bothering you?” he asked gently.
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sadistic-softie · 4 days
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Me .2 seconds into finding a character attractive:
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gnomusings · 9 months
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i maked bread
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sassaffrassa · 14 days
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commission for @out-there-on-the-maroon aka aunt_zelda, of a scene from a Western AU they're working on, which you KNOW i am hyped about🤠
i had far too much fun working on this one, ngl, people should commission me to make more comics, i love themmmmm
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beautitudes · 1 year
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Wolfstar raising Harry AU in which Sirius is a pianist and...  
"All right, Harry, remember what we talked about?"
"What?"
Remus smiles. The concert is starting in just a couple of minutes and Harry is squirming in his lap impatiently, craning his head to see the stage better at any given time even though it's empty for now.
"When daddy comes onto the stage, we don't..."
Harry frowns at Remus. He sighs and kisses his forehead before he continues.
"We don't shout 'daddy', right?"
"Right!" Harry nods at him, agitated. "Or daddy won't be able to concertate."
"To concentrate, Harry. But I like your word more than mine. Mine is boring."
"He's so adorable. How old is he?" The old lady next to them asks and Remus beams at her.
"He is four. It's his first concert, so wish him luck. Or me."
"Good luck, sweetie. You said that his father is going to be on stage?"
"He is the pianist, yes."
"But he is so young himself, I didn't know he had a son!" The woman gasps.
"A little mystery never hurt anyone, especially Sirius Black," Remus answers and for a moment, there is a glint of mischief in the corners of his lips.  
"And you are his..." The lady starts.
"He is my Moony," Harry interrupts and glares at her. "And I love him very much."
"What do you me..."
Thankfully, the lights dim and the lady falls silent mid-sentence. The audience applauds when the musicians come out, then the conductor, and then...
"Daddy!"
Remus swiftly covers Harry's mouth with his hand and immediately ducks his head. They giggle together, while Sirius takes his place in front of the piano. When Remus looks up, Sirius' eyes shine with laughter and love.
"I forgot that I can't shout. Daddy won't concertate now?" Harry whispers as quietly as he can in Remus' ear.
"I bet he can concentrate alright, Harry. Now shh. Let's watch."
Afterwards, when Sirius leaves the music hall and approaches them on the street, Harry runs up to him and Sirius lifts him up and hugs him tightly.
"Hey, sprog! Did you like it?"
"Yes, I did, and I liked the ladies with the violets, too!"
"The violins, Harry," Remus corrects him and kisses his husband tenderly. "You were wonderful, darling. And Harry was listening and watching you the whole time and..."
"They all looked like princesses, daddy," Harry whispers loudly.
"Who... Oh, the violins ladies?"
Harry nods solemnly.
"And here I was, fearing that Harry was going to take my place as your number one fan," Remus snorts.
"Moony, I'd never dare compete with them. I'm stuck with you forever."
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betterthingspending · 10 months
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I made the pillow from this bc they looked so comfy I had to have it
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trejean · 11 months
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