#remus IS creepy you can admit it

[heartofspells]

It's the middle of the week post a wip

ON IT

Thanks for the tags, @pinkluminesce and @spikybanana! I think you both killed me in very different but equally wonderful ways with those snippets.

Once again from YOU (or whatever it'll be called) because it's devouring my brain far too quickly.

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"You're good at that," praises James, only a little demeaning. "The people pleasing. You've got this voice, but it's not your normal voice. It's like…affected or enhanced or something." When Remus turns to look at him with a frown, James is grinning, his eyebrows waggling behind his glasses. "That's a compliment, Lupin. You should take it. You likely won't get many around here for a while."

"How did you do that?" asks Remus before he can stop himself. When James regards him with bemusement, Remus motions to the computer with his head. "The calendar. I can't get it to cooperate with anything I try to do."

"It's not hard," says James with an easy, dismissive shrug. "You just have to bully it a little, make it do what you want."

"That doesn't seem logical," mumbles Remus under his breath, feeling his frustration rise again as he tries to repeat James' process and fails. "Who designed this thing?"

"No idea. S'pose Benj isn't being the best teacher? Not surprising. He probably won't be." Turning to look at him again, James cocks his head at Remus. "He really is nice enough. He and Sirius went to uni together, then Sirius pulled him along for all of this. He's brilliant at what he does here, and while he's a bit tight-laced around the edges, he's mostly easy to get along with once you loosen him up a little, but there are other obvious issues getting in the way of things like this."

At Remus' deepening frown, James leans forward with a scoff.

"What, you can't see it yet?" he questions, voice dropping lower, nearly a whisper. "Benjy's in love with Sirius. Now, whether Sirius sees it and chooses to ignore it or he's completely oblivious to it, I've no idea, though I'd guess the latter because he's not said anything and he tells me everything, always has. And I do mean everything." James pins Remus with his hazel eyes, something almost threatening in his gaze before it fades as though it was never there at all. "Because of that, anyone new that comes in here that might redirect Sirius' focus away from him becomes an instant threat to our dear Benjy, so he's unkind and, honestly, a rude prick. You'd might as well get used to it now."

Remus' gaze shifts up towards the closed glass of the window, angling towards the hallway where Sirius and Benjy are stowed away from sight.

So that's your game. I have to admit, it makes sense, and really, who wouldn't fall in love with that after watching it all day long. All it took for me was one glimpse and I was gone. Saying Sirius has a mystical power over people is an understatement, but this won't do, Benjy. Sirius and I are kismet, written in the stars as clearly as his name.

James shakes his cup again next to Remus' ear.

And I swear to christ, Sirius, if your friend rattles that bloody cup of his one more time, I'll shove it so far down his throat that he'll be forced to breathe through its straw for the rest of his life. What does he even keep in it all the time? Probably some sort of ridiculous protein shake that doesn't work and is a waste of money. I bet he's a health freak, because why wouldn't he be? Cocky and arrogant, driving around in the largest penis on earth, but of course he's body conscious –

"Where the hell did you just go?" interjects James into Remus' thoughts, breaking him out of them with a jolt. He eyes Remus for a few seconds before grunting. "That's creepy, mate. Really, it is."

Tagging: @narcissa-black-supermacy (obligatory) @maybebabyplease @demidreamer @in-flvx @greenvlvetcouch @quietlemonhush

[ellecdc]

elle… elle… imagine me crawling into ur inbox like i’m crawling through the desert like i haven’t had water in days… i have a request.

do you think maybe maybe we can get just some potter!reader and james sibling interactions… i’ve been thinking abt it so hard i love u ok bye

hahaha here, have a quick little baby blurb starring our favourite siblings

Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who is spending the hols with the Potters, apparently [638 words]

CW: siblings, swearing, island of misfit toys, reference to The Shining

“What’s everyone doing for the hols?” Peter asked around a bite of his toast to the rather large group gathered at the Gryffindor table that morning. 

Marlene waxed poetic about how she was going to Tuscany with her folks and lamented that she wasn’t going to get to see Dorcas even once, whilst Dorcas simply rolled her eyes and stated she was going to be skiing with her parents in Switzerland and was really looking forward to it. 

Lily was going to be visiting some of her relatives but was happy to announce that she was going to be visiting Mary for a weekend at her home.

Remus admitted that it was going to be a quiet affair at the Lupin cottage in Wales but would be spending a weekend at the Potter manor to visit Sirius (and James! Don’t forget James!). 

“How about you, Junior?” Peter asked cautiously; always worried of eliciting any sort of response from the Slytherin boy, though not wanting to insult him by not asking him as well. 

Barty looked up from his book to see the table's eyes on him. “Uhm, I’m just staying here.” He responded simply, causing you to start shaking your head in disagreement as you worked to swallow the bite of food you’d just taken. 

“No.” You amended. “You’re staying with me.”

“I am?” He asked as James gasped “he is!?” 

You nodded simply as you took a sip of your tea. “I asked mum and dad last week, they said it was fine.” 

And if Barty had been mad that you’d asked your parents for such a thing, or upset that you didn’t deign to inform him of these plans, he didn’t show it as he offered you an agreeable shrug and moved back to his book. 

“Excuse me.” James deadpanned as he stared daggers at you. “No one asked me.”

“Why in the buggering fuck would I have asked you, Jamie?” You spat back at him.

“Uhm, because it’s my house too!?”

“No one asked me when you moved in the creepy twins from The Shining! No offence, boys.” You amended quickly as you offered an apologetic smile in Sirius and Regulus’ direction, which earned you a simultaneous “none taken” from Regulus and an offended “we duel at dawn, Trouble” from Sirius. 

“Well-...” James started, though he couldn’t seem to find an argument as you raised a brow at him. “Well I just…think someone ought to have informed me, is all.” He finished haughtily.

“Yeah, okay.” You offered sarcastically. “I’ll be sure to give you ample notice next time.”

“Next time!?” James beseeched. “You can’t keep bringing them home!”

“Why not!? You get to have two of them!?”

The two of you continued verbally sparring as Barty, Sirius, and Regulus all exchanged a look at being referred to as them. 

“You’re being ridiculous; it’s not a competition.” James spat pretentiously. 

“No?” You said, causing everyone else in the group to brace themselves at what was no doubt going to be a special brand of Potter nonsensory. “In that case, I’m going to go see if the Rosier’s want to join us.”

James stared at you with his mouth agape as you made to stand from the bench. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” You challenged before taking off towards the Ravenclaw table where you knew at least one Rosier would be sitting.

“Fuck.” James hissed, now standing as well as he began frantically searching the Great Hall. “Uhm… oh, Fenwick! Need somewhere to crash for the holidays!?”

"I'm sorry I asked." Peter let out with a heavy sigh as Regulus muttered something French and likely very unflattering regarding his boyfriend under his breath.

“Potter Manor; home of misfit wix.” Remus mumbled, earning him an indignant “oi!” from his boyfriend, “watch who you’re calling misfits, Lupin” from Regulus, and a snort of laughter from Barty.

[nb-octopus-writes]

once you're in the hive, the other bees assume you're supposed to be there

[Masterpost]

Summary:

Virgil accidentally gets absorbed by his best friend's brother's polycule.

In his defense, they keep feeding him every time they see him, and Patton's cooking is really good.

Chapter 1: Halloween Party

Wordcount: 1.9K

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There are a lot of people Virgil doesn't know at this party. Remus is here, somewhere, and Virgil needs to find him again before the party ends, because Remus was his ride and he doesn't want to get left here. Janus is here too though, and Virgil doesn't think Janus would let Remus leave without him, and he's sure Remus wouldn't desert Janus, so he's trying not to worry too much about the fact that he doesn't currently know where Remus is.

But that's it for people Virgil knows, and Remus didn't even bother to introduce him to anyone before fucking off to who knows where, and Virgil’s certainly not going to walk up to a random stranger and introduce himself, so he's currently appreciating the snack table. If he's eating or deliberating on what to eat next, he can't be expected to talk to anybody, right?

“’Scuse me, itsy bitsy,” someone says from behind him, and Virgil turns to see a vaguely familiar man in a dazzling prince costume holding a fresh plate of deviled eggs.

Virgil moves so that the prince dude can set the plate down on a clear spot on the table, and frowns. “I'm taller than you, Princey.”

Prince dude shrugs, plucks one of the eggs up, and takes a large bite. “Lucky you, or we'd've had to ask you to vacate the premises,” he says. “No little spiders allowed, real or fake.”

Which, yeah, now that he's mentioned it, Virgil had noted an extreme lack of spider-themed decorations, which is unusual for Halloween. Usually there'd at least be spiderweb cupcakes, but the cupcakes at this party are mostly cute ghosts.

There's probably a good reason for that, Virgil realizes with a sinking feeling. “Should I change?”

“You got another costume handy, or were you planning on spinning a spider-silk cocoon and metamorphosing into a butterfly?”

Virgil grimaces. “No,” he admits.

Prince Dude considers him. “It's not very realistic,” he says, which is true. Virgil hadn't been going for realism, he'd been going for passable costume I can make on short notice. He's wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and he'd cut some pool noodles in half and wrapped them in more black cloth and stuck them to his back for the other four legs. It had been a pain to get them to stay in place properly, actually, and he'd ended up sewing their wrappings to the back of his hoodie in order to keep them where he wanted them. He'd been pretty proud of it, given that Remus had dropped “we're going to a costume party at my brother's house” on him like an hour beforehand, but now he's wishing he'd come up with any other idea. He could have put a sheet over his head and been a ghost, or something. Granted, that would have required him to have a sheet that was both white and that he was willing to cut holes in, which he didn't, but still.

Prince Dude continues to quietly scrutinize Virgil, and he wants to squirm under his gaze. Eventually, the guy shrugs and says, “Might be best to ask the scaredy-cat himself. Wait here, I'll be back.” And he saunters off before Virgil can answer.

For lack of anything better to do, Virgil picks up a deviled egg and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. It's really tasty, actually, and now he's wishing he'd taken smaller bites rather than horking it down in one.

Virgil had thought that Princey was just being mean with the “scaredy-cat” thing, but the guy he's talking to now actually is dressed as a calico cat. Prince Dude points back at Virgil, and Mister Calico Cat glances in his direction, then turns back to Princey. Virgil can't hear what they're saying, but he supposes Prince Dude must've asked Calico if Virgil’s costume was too creepy crawly scary.

They talk for way longer than Virgil had expected, and he can't tell if Calico's response was more like “No, he's fine,” or more along the lines of “Yes, that's terrifying, please have him removed immediately from my sight and also my home.”

He occupies himself with another deviled egg. If he's going to get kicked out, he might as well enjoy some more of this tasty food first.

Oh, fuck. Remus.

Remus isn't going to want to leave early just to take Virgil home, and Virgil still doesn't know where he even is! Fuck!

Well, Remus could have warned him not to be a spider, so if Virgil gets kicked out of the party it'll be at least partly Remus's fault. Virgil doesn't know anybody here, but Remus knows at least half these people, and if Calico’s spider aversion is enough that there are no spider-themed decorations in the house on Halloween, that sounds like the kind of thing Remus would know about.

Granted, Remus revels in being gross and annoying, but still! He's not a total dick. He should have told Virgil.

Fucker.

Calico vanishes into the other room, and Prince Dude comes back over to Virgil. He doesn't look like he's about to kick Virgil to the curb, at least. Virgil braces himself anyway.

“Good news!” Princey says with a grin. “Li’l Mister Muffet says you don't look like a creepy crawly death dealer and he doesn't have the urge to remove you with arson!”

Virgil blinks. “...gooood?” he says slowly. He hadn't even considered kill it with fire being a potential response to his costume. That would have been worse than just getting kicked out of the party, actually.

“Honestly you're much more Doc Ock in silhouette, Spider-Man,” Princey continues. “That helps a lot.”

Virgil glances back at where Prince Dude and Calico had been chatting. “So he didn't leave the room because he can't stand the sight of me?” he asks anyway.

“Nah, he wanted to make another plate of horse devours,” Princey says, reaching past Virgil to grab a cupcake off the table. This one has a little frosting bat.

“A plate of what?” Virgil says, because surely he didn't hear that right.

“Little snacks,” Prince Dude clarifies instead of repeating himself. “Our fridge is crammed with delicious bits and bobs. It's been so hard to resist the temptation to eat them before the party.” He bites appreciatively into his cupcake, then adds with his mouth full, “You'd think he wouldn't notice what with how much he made, but nooo, sneak one chocolate covered cherry before party time and it's a lengthy scolding for you!” Princey sighs dramatically, then cheerfully devours the rest of his cupcake.

“...hors d'oeuvres?” Virgil says hesitantly.

“Yeah, a couple ordervs of deviled eggs, cheese and crackers, and those scrumptious little pinwheel things,” Princey says. Virgil’s not sure if Princey actually doesn't know how hors d'oeuvres is pronounced, or if he's messing with him, but then Princey gives him a mischievous grin that one, confirms that yes, Princey does know what he's doing, and two, is so familiar that it freezes Virgil in place as the pieces click together in his brain.

The lack of a mustache makes Prince Dude's face look different, and so does the way he did his makeup, and he carries himself differently, but it's undeniable all the same: Virgil knows that grin.

This is Remus's twin brother.

Now that he's connected the dots (you haven't connected shit) the family resemblance is clear even to Virgil’s honestly rather faceblind eyes.

This is Remus's brother, and it's his house they're partying at.

… Virgil doesn't remember the guy's name.

Fuck, he should've made sure he at least knew who the party hosts were, especially the one related to his mischief goblin of a best friend.

Well he can't exactly ask now, can he?

“Also like, five types of cupcakes,” Princey continues, oblivious to Virgil’s inner turmoil. “Seriously, have you tried the cupcakes? Chef Boiardelightful made multiple separate batches of different flavors, from scratch. And they're all delicious!”

Virgil smirks. “And did you try to snitch them before the party too?”

Princey gasps theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “How could you accuse me of such a thing!?” he protests with exactly as much dramatic emotion as Virgil would expect from Remus's twin. “For your information, I did not! I merely sampled a portion of the batter left on the spatula after the cupcakes had gone into the oven. Also some of the frosting.”

“He means that he licked the bowls clean,” says a new voice, and Virgil does not jump out of his skin, thank you very much. And even if he did jolt a little, it's nothing to the startled squawk Princey emits.

Calico's back, holding a platter of little finger sandwiches on toothpicks. He offers them up to Virgil, who takes one. “Thanks.”

“No worries, kiddo!” Calico says cheerfully, and puts the rest of the platter down on the snack table. Princey plucks up two sandwiches by their toothpicks, and gets a stern look in response. “Make sure to leave some for the guests,” Calico scolds.

“My delightful and beloved Patissier,” Princey says, cupping Calico's face gently with his free hand. “I assure you that each of our guests could have a heaping plateful of food and we would still have leftovers until next Tuesday. No-one will be going home hungry.”

It really is an impressive spread. Everything Virgil’s tried has been really good. Remus really could have played up the ‘free food’ angle more when trying to convince Virgil to come. If he'd known the food would be this good, then overriding his usual party-related reservations—it's gonna be loud, there will be a lot of people, I don't know anybody, etc—would have been a lot easier. Then again, Virgil probably wouldn't have believed him. He'd mostly been expecting pizza and cheap beer, honestly, not– not homemade delicacies.

The tiny sandwich Calico gave him is lightly toasted, with some kind of sliced-meat-and-cream-cheese filling, and a little green leafy garnish on top. It definitely looks much fancier than most things Virgil eats, and he can understand why Calico doesn't want Princey to eat them all. That probably took a decent amount of effort. He almost feels bad eating it himself, except that Calico had offered it to him specifically, and it would probably be more rude at this point to not eat it.

“Are you sure my costume is okay?” Virgil asks, interrupting the minor squabble Princey and Calico had fallen into.

“Oh, yes, you're fine,” Calico assures him. “Trust me, if you were pinging my brain as an actual spider I wouldn't be in the room right now, let alone standing next to you.”

“Really, cause most cats I know would eat a spider soon as look at it,” Virgil quips, and is rewarded with Calico laughing.

“That wouldn't be very good host-ly of me, now would it?” he says. “I would never eat a guest!”

“Not unless they're a reptile with scallions,” Princey teases, and Calico flushes.

“Hey!” he protests, swatting Princey's shoulder with one hand and trying to cover his extremely red face with the other. Virgil wonders what the reference was, exactly, but doesn't think it's his place to ask. It seems rather personal, from how hard Calico is blushing.

…maybe he'll ask Remus later if he knows what the story there is.

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Chapter 2: The Morning After

[petitemistletoe]

Grudges Part II

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader, Potter!Reader

Warnings: angst!

Word Count: 3.5K+

A/N: There is a LOT of jumping around in this one, pay attention closely to the stars that signify scene changes. The Daily Prophet article took me longer than I'd like to admit so please appreciate it. Once again, some people were not able to be tagged :( so sorry!

Grudges Part I

“This really isn’t my fight.” Lily said, looking between you and James in confusion. 

“Isn’t it?” You asked, cocking your head to the side, “James and I didn’t have any problems before you came into the picture. If you weren’t around, James and I would not have fought during the match, I wouldn’t have a shoulder injury that I still suffer from today, and James would not have taken my spot with the Bats.” You crossed your arms. 

✰

A deep ache in your shoulder wrenched you out of sleep. You grabbed your shoulder harshly and sighed, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. You were able to see a few rays of sun had broken the horizon, so you knew that the morning was not far off. You turned and felt around the side of the bed and realized Regulus wasn’t there. You pulled yourself out of bed and made your way down the stairs of the Black house. 

Your parents were not thrilled that you were spending so much time at the Black estate with Regulus, but they figured that anything that made you happy after your shoulder injury, relationship with James, and your promise of going pro in Quidditch all shattered, there was not much they could say. Regulus’s parents were out for the weekend so you had the entire estate to yourselves. The place was creepy, to say the least, and Regulus had promised that you two were going to move into somewhere much nicer and happier once the two of you graduated. 

You were on the stairs, rubbing your eyes and thinking about making a nice cup of tea when you heard Regulus whispering to someone. You stopped on the stairs and listened for a moment.

“This isn’t going to go over well.” Regulus sighed. 

“I tried to tell him not to. That it would only make things worse, but, he wouldn’t listen to me. And can you blame him? It’s an unbeatable opportunity.” The other voice said. 

“For someone who wants to reconcile, he’s really driving the knife in.” Regulus said bitterly. 

“There’s nothing I can do. Remus and I already said our piece.” The voice mirrored Regulus’s sigh. It must have been Sirius. You made your way down the staircase and saw Regulus and Sirius sitting at the kitchen table while Kreacher grumbled over with a tray of tea.

“Blood traitor in the Black house.” Kreacher growling, slamming the tray on the table and glaring at Sirius. 

“Go away you disgusting rat.” Sirius brushed Kreacher off with wave of his hands. 

“Milk and sugar, Kreacher.” Regulus ordered. 

“Sirius, what are you doing here?” You asked, taking a seat at the table next to Regulus. 

“Hey, surprised to see you up, it’s early.” Sirius said with a nervous smile. 

“My shoulder hurt. What are you doing here?” You pressed. 

“I was just telling Regulus some news.” Sirius chewed at his thumbnail. 

“What is he talking about, Regulus?” You turned to Regulus. 

“James Potter has taken your position with the Ballycastle Bats.” Kreacher said, setting down the milk and sugar on the table.

“You foul little roach.” Sirius roared, sending a couple of a shocking hexes Kreacher’s way. Kreacher was able to dodge all but one, which zapped him in the elbow. He rubbed his elbow ruefully and glared at Sirius before disappearing down a dark corner. 

“James took my Ballycastle offer?” You blinked. 

“I’m so sorry, love.” Regulus bowed his head.

“That makes complete sense.” You nodded. 

“Remus and I tried to tell him not to.” Sirius grabbed at your hand but you snatched it back. 

“No, no that makes sense. It’s a great opportunity. I would know.” You shook your head. “You should probably go, Sirius.” Regulus said quietly. 

“Sirius will you pass on a message to James for me?” You asked. 

“Of course.” Sirius said with wide eyes. 

“Tell him that I hope he drops dead.”

✰

“I want you to know that I told James not to take the position.” Lily said with her head bowed. 

“You expect me to believe that?” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“It’s true,” Remus insisted. “Give her your memory, Lily. We have a pensieve.” 

“I don’t need that.” You started but Lily had already pulled the silvery memory from her temple as the pensieve pulled itself from its closet. 

✰

“How’d it go?” Lily asked as James slammed the front door shut.  

“Terrible.” James said, dropping onto the couch and putting his head in his hands. Lily sat next to him and rubbed his back for a few minutes. 

“Is she going to be alright?”

“She’ll survive. But she’ll never ever play quidditch again. Her shoulder is completely fucked and it’s all my fault.” James released a shaky sigh. 

“Oh James, she’s your cousin, I’m sure she’ll forgive you. It just takes time, okay.” Lily said. James only nodded, crying in Lily’s arms for a few moments. There was an owl at the front window, carrying a rather large package on its back and pecking harshly. Lily stood and retrieved the package, placing a sickle in the owl’s claw before it flew off. 

“What is it?” James asked, rubbing his nose harshly. 

“It’s for you.” Lily said, placing the package in front of him. James tore through the package and gasped. It was your broom, in shambles, with the hilt of the broom covered in your blood. 

“Oh my God,” James pressed his fingers over his mouth to stop himself from retching. 

“Is that her broom?” Lily asked, her own fingers shaking.

“Yeah it is. It’s the broom I bought her for her fifteenth birthday.” James said, studying the inscription on the hilt. The gold lettering was splattered in dark red blood. 

“Okay,” Lily pushed the package out of James’s hands, “she’s very, very angry. But we need to remember that she’s been hurt. Badly.”

“She goaded me into it.” James said, standing and making an angry circle around the couch. 

“Goaded you into what?” Lily asked. 

“Pulling her broom. She could’ve hurt me just as easily and she said all those foul things about you. She was goading me.” James spat. 

“James, she’s the one that’s injured. She was a fantastic player and she’s lost everything now because of that game. Isn’t that punishment enough?” Lily knit her eyebrows. James was going to respond but another owl was at the window. He unrolled the parchment and grit his teeth. 

“It’s the scout from the Ballycastle Bats. Now that the chaser position is free they want me to sign. It’s a five year contract, handsome salary plus benefits.” James said, studying the parchment. 

“Surely you aren’t thinking of taking it?” Lily stood too.

“Lily, this is my opportunity to go pro. We’d be set for life.” 

“James,” Lily was shocked, “you will lose your cousin forever. You can’t take this job.”

“You can’t stop me.” James said, narrowing his eyes, “listen, Lily, I chose you. I sacrificed everything for you.”

“You’re prepared to lose your cousin forever?” Lily asked. 

“She’s made that decision for herself.” James said, setting the blood soaked broom hilt on top of the contract. 

✰

“Oh my God. This whole time I’ve been hating Lily. But it’s you.” You said, pulling your head out of the pensieve. 

“Listen-”

“It was you!” You shoved James back harshly, “And you had the audacity to try and come and beg my forgiveness. Own up it to, James.”

“It was me. But you know you would’ve taken the position too if you were in my shoes.” James said. 

“Oh come on, mate, what kind of apology was that?” Remus shook his head. 

“I have some memories of my own I’d like you all to see,” Regulus said, pulling his memories and casting them into the pensieve.

✰

“How are you feeling, love?” Regulus called as he shut the door behind.

“Gigantic.” You said, waddling in and resting a hand on your swollen stomach. You were due any day now and were feeling the full effect of nine long months of pregnancy. 

“I know, love, I’m so sorry.” Regulus sat with you on the couch and pulled one of your aching feet onto his lap and massaging it. 

“Why did I let you get me pregnant! It’s your fault that I’m due in August!” You groaned. 

“I know, love. You are really, really sweaty. It’s been a viciously hot summer.” Regulus said. 

“I know.” You fanned yourself with your hand.

“I mean, seriously,” Regulus laughed, “did you piss yourself or is this just sweat?”

“What are you talking about-” You felt a tight pain coil through your body, “Regulus, it isn’t piss or sweat. My water just broke.”

“Oh my God.” Regulus shot up. “We need to get you to St. Mungo’s!”

“We can’t!” You grabbed at your stomach and groaned, “I don’t think there’s time.”

“I’m going to get Remus.” Regulus disappeared. In reality, it had been less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity. Your contractions were dangerously close and you practically sobbed with relief when you saw Remus and Sirius enter your house with Regulus.

“You’re in labor? Already? We need to get you to the hospital.” Sirius said, helping you off the couch and onto the ground where Regulus had spread blankets down for you.

“How far apart are your contractions?” Regulus asked. 

“Two minutes.” You said, gritting your teeth as another contraction washed over you. 

“We can’t get to a hospital. If we try to go now, we run the risk of splinching ourselves.” Remus said as he knelt down to your level and held your hand. 

“Should I fetch Marlene?” Sirius asked.

“No,” Remus shook his head, “she’s with…Lily.” 

“Lily had her baby?” You asked, trying not to sound too interested. 

“Yesterday, a boy named Harry.” Remus said with a tight smile.

“Harry. That was my father’s name.” It was quiet and then threw your head back in pain again, “so what are we going to do now?”

“I sent an owl for a healer but…I think we’re going to have to figure this out on our own.” Regulus grabbed your other hand and brushed your hair from your forehead. 

Your labor was short, too short, and the baby had come just as the healer had arrived. 

“Look at you,” Regulus said, cradling Celeste in his arms, “your mummy did it. She’s the strongest person alive.” Regulus grinned up at you and you smiled back tiredly at him, your body was slick with sweat. 

“Mr. Black, send for three more healers. Tell them I sent you.” The healer commanded, taking a deep breath and he poked through his potion bag. 

“Go Sirius.” Regulus commanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Your wife is losing a lot of blood.” The healer said. Sirius was back within the minute with three other healers. One took Celeste from Regulus’s arms and began making sure that she was alright. The other healers helped lift you from the floor and move you onto a hospital bed. Regulus saw only then that there was a pool of blood underneath you. The healers worked tirelessly and you grabbed Regulus’s hand tightly. 

“Regulus, there’s a folder with all the important documents in the bottom drawer of the desk in the study.” You began. 

“Don’t talk like that,” Regulus said, biting back tears, “it’ll all be alright.”

“You have to tell Celeste that I love her.” There were tears running down your own cheeks. 

“You will tell her yourself, darling.” Regulus placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. 

“Will you do something for me?” You asked. 

“Anything,” Regulus nodded. 

“I want James,” you cried, “get James please.” 

“I will.” Regulus nodded. “Sirius, come take over. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Regulus took a deep breath as he apparated to the front door of the Potter house. It had been a very long time since he had been to Godric’s Hollow. He knocked on the door, softly.

It was Effie Potter who came to the door, a large grin on her face as she opened it. Her smile faltered before she cleared her throat and said, 

“Regulus, hello dear. Is everything alright?”

“Is…is James there? I need to talk to him.”

“Did-” Effie stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to hide her eagerness, “did she have the baby?”

“I need to talk to James, Mrs. Potter. Please.” Regulus begged. Effie gestured for Regulus to come in and then disappeared for a moment. She returned with James in tow. James was beaming, with bright red cheeks and messy hair. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he saw Regulus. 

“What are you doing here?” James asked, biting the inside of his cheek. 

“Congratulations…on the baby.” Regulus said, swallowing harshly. 

“Is this about her?” James pursed his lips when he referred to you. 

“She just gave birth. To a baby girl, her name is Celeste. She sort of you looks like you, James.” Regulus said. Effie’s hand jet over her mouth at the mention of Celeste. 

“James’s son is named Harry.” Effie said with a smile.

“Is that all, Regulus?” James asked, his face stony. 

“Celeste is fine. But…she’s sick. There are a bunch of healers taking care of her but she’s losing a lot of blood.” Regulus explained. Effie gasped and looked at James. 

“So what are you doing here?” James asked. 

“She’s asking for you.” 

“For me?” James sounded hopeful for a moment.

“Will you come?” Regulus asked. 

“No. I have to take care of my family.” James turned on his heel.

“I’ll talk to him, Regulus, just give me a few minutes.” Effie said. 

“Don’t bother.” Regulus said before apparating back home. The first thing he saw when he reentered his house were the healers packing up their tools. 

“What happened?” Regulus said, a rush of stress washing over him. 

“She’s fine now, stable but sleepy.” One of the healers patted Regulus on the shoulder, “Congrats Dad.”

Regulus made his way back to the living room, where you were snuggled onto a bed that had moved downstairs. Celeste was sleeping in her bassinet next to your bed. Sirius had his arms wrapped around you, whispering to you as Remus prepared tea in the kitchen. 

“Hello love,” Regulus took Sirius’s place next to you on the bed. 

“Where were you, Reg?” You asked. 

“She’s pretty sleepy and out of it,” Sirius said, flashing his eyes at Reg. Regulus nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Just was thanking the healers before they left. Go to sleep, love, it’s been a long day.” Regulus held you until you fell asleep. Then he joined Remus and Sirius in the kitchen. 

“He didn’t come?” Sirius asked, a distraught look on his face. 

“He said no.” Regulus shook his head.

“I can’t believe it. You told James how sick she was? How badly it looked?” Remus’s jaw dropped.

“He said he needed to stay with Lily and Harry.” Regulus wrapped his hands around his mug of tea. 

“So that’s it then,” Remus said, his shoulders sagging, “their relationship is irreparable.”

Regulus cleaned up the mugs of tea as you slept peacefully. Celeste had woken up once and you had fed her before you both passed out again. Remus stayed to help around the house while Sirius went home to rest before his important meeting in the morning with the adoption agency. Remus was upstairs, assembling some baby monitors when there was a knock at the door. Regulus furrowed his brow before walking to the door. 

“Oh wow.” Regulus said. It was James. 

“How is she?” James asked. 

“She’s alright now. Sleeping, of course.” Regulus explained. 

“And the baby? Celeste, she’s doing well?”

“Yes. How’s Harry and Lily?”

“Good, good. Can I see her, Regulus?” James pleaded. 

“I don’t think it’s such a good idea, James.” Regulus shook his head. 

“I miss her so much Regulus. I’m so so sorry for everything that I did.” James dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Regulus’s waist. He sobbed against Regulus’s abdomen. 

“I know James. I think if you try, she’ll forgive you. She misses you too.” Regulus explained. 

“It’ll be different. I promise.” James said, standing up and wiping his eyes. “I’ll be back in a few days. Congratulations Regulus.” 

“Congratulations to you too, James.” Regulus shook hands with James before James apparated away.

✰

“Oh my God.” Regulus gasped, dropping and shattering his glass of orange juice. 

“Reg! You’re going to wake the baby!” You scolded, listening for a moment. It sounded like Celeste was still asleep so you waved your wand and cleaned up the broken glass. 

“Did you see this?” Regulus pushed the newspaper towards you.

“Oh wow.” You said, staring at your hands. 

“You’re the anonymous source aren’t you?” Regulus sighed. 

“They were going to make him captain of the Bats, Reg. That was supposed to be my job.” You said, storming off. Regulus was going to pursue but there was a knock at the door. 

“Tell her that I know what she did. I have absolutely no interest in seeing her again.” James said, throwing the newspaper at Regulus’s feet. 

✰

“The prophecy speaks of a child, born in the final days of July,” Voldemort said, stalking around the room. A shiver crawled up your spine as you felt his breath on the back of your neck. Regulus had involved you in this mess long ago and now you were both working for the resistance as double agents. You wanted to stop long before the birth of Celeste but now that she was here you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from the death eaters as possible. The order had been able to find many of the horcruxes and Regulus had had quite a bit of luck destroying the locket a few years before while leaving Voldemort none the wiser. 

Voldemort knew there was a spy, someone that was betraying him. He never fully trusted you, you being a Potter, but he trusted Regulus more than anything so the dark lord and his followers were usually more than civil with you.

But now Voldemort was angry about something. His voice was steely calm as he made his way around the room, trailing his long, disgusting fingers along the backs of chairs. “This child is supposed to lead to my downfall.” Voldemort paused for a moment as a collective intake of breath went around the room. 

“What can we do?” Amycus Carrow asked. 

“I think the more important question,” Lucius Malfoy said with a snide glare Amycus’s way, “is who is the child?”

“Severus,” Voldemort called, “would you like to answer that question?” 

“It was not as specific. But there are children who fit the parameters of the prophecy.” Snape said, pursing his lips tightly. 

“Who are the children?” Lucius Malfoy asked. 

“So far, we know of he Longbottom boy and the Black girl.” Snape looked down at his hands. 

“The Black girl?” You asked, “Are you talking about my daughter?”

“Yes, Ms. Potter, your daughter.” Voldemort said, flashing his eyes dangerously at you. He always insisted on calling you Potter, wanting to separate you from Regulus.

“Our daughter was born August first.” Regulus said, gripping your hand tightly. 

“According to you. The healers did not arrive until after the baby was born.” Lucius said. 

“Stop it,” Narcissa whispered, resting her hand on top of Lucius’s. 

“Your daughter poses quite a threat.” Voldemort picked up his wand delicately. 

“There’s another child. Born on July 31st.” You blurted out. Regulus turned to look at you pointedly. 

“Who?” Voldemort asked. 

“Lily and James Potter have a son. Harry.” You said, “It could be him.” 

“I have underestimated you, Mrs. Black,” Voldemort said with a grin, “Harry Potter.”

✰

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Regulus screamed after you arrived home. 

“He was talking about Celeste, Regulus! My daughter. Our daughter!” You said, threading your hands in your hair. 

“You have to tell them. You have to warn them.” Regulus shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’ll go right now.” You apparated back. There were tears running down your cheeks as you banged on Lily and James’s door. It was Lily who answered and she took a small step back before saying,

“I am very surprised to see you.”

“Voldemort’s coming. He heard a prophecy about a child born in July who would be his downfall and he thinks its Harry.” You said quickly. 

“What? Why does it think it’s Harry?” Lily asked, her eyes wide. 

“Get a secret keeper. Don’t tell anyone I told you.” You apparated away before Lily could respond. 

✰

“I owe you an apology,” you said. 

“You…you put my entire family in danger with Voldemort, you got me kicked off of the Bats and nearly disgraced by the entire Quidditch community.” James said. 

“You impaled me with my broom and refused to see me when I was on the brink of death.” You responded.

“Neither of one of us have been very good cousins, have we?” James smiled. 

“I’m so sorry,” you swallowed harshly against the lump in your throat. James did not respond, he rammed into you hard, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

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[florsial]

Spreading my 2 headed lamb Regulus animagus agenda with Black Brother angst!!!

word: 820

someone give Sirius a hug or something like damn he rlly going through it

WWE WERE BORN TO DIEEEEEEEEEEE ( i love ldr music)

As he walks, the crunching of the branches underneath his feet calms the harsh beating of his heart. It hadn't been a good day. He felt like he was constantly being watched by his parents. The entire day was spent anxiously looking over his shoulders, expecting his mother to turn a corner with a wand in hand or his father to yank his shoulder with a bruising grip when his back was turned.

He really needed his walk, at least that was what James insisted on.

For a couple of minutes, he manages to clear his head, the grip of his parents loosened, leaving his mind to heal from the harsh and bruising touch. His feet soon stopped near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he was able to see Hagrid's hut, he figured he might as well stop by to say hi.

Sirius takes a couple of steps before he promptly stops. With widened eyes, he takes a step back from the disfigured animal. A two-headed black lamb, a baby, but not exactly a newborn, nowhere near a sheep. Its two heads conjoined by the side of their faces, the eyes wide and watching Sirius' movement with unsettling attention. The animal was creepy and yet he could not look away.

It made a noise, from one of its heads, and its legs wobbled a bit. A small movement that makes Sirius' heart ache pitifully. Remus had a farm back in Wale. He told Sirius of animals, sometimes humans, born with more than one head and dying not much sooner because they simply were born to die, doomed from the very beginning. They wouldn't have been able to survive the harsh world with the disability, nor would their bodies be able to continue the demands of life. And looking at the lamb, he thinks of how this might be the last time he sees it.

With slow steps to not scare the animal, he approaches with an outstretched hand. A comforting gesture. He manages to close enough where he can sit down and pet its soft fleece. The animal reciprocates the action, settling down to the ground beside Sirius.

"Hey there little guy," He hums.

The lamb doesn't reply, only closing its eyes. So Sirius continues to talk, "How have ya been? Well I hope, you look tired."

"I am too you know?" He runs his fingers through the soft black fleece. The animal shifts its position, slowly maneuvering itself to Sirius' lap.

"Looks like both of us are worn out, huh?"

The lamb never replies, Sirius guesses it takes too much out of the animal. So he fills the silence with his chatter about his friends, his academics, pranks, and Remus, but soon it shifts to a bit of his parents, and some of Regulus, which leaves his eyes watery. Despite never getting a baa in reply, he feels heard and comforted by the lamb.

When he finishes, he finds his face damp. The lamb leans closer and Sirius begins to sob into the black fleece. He admits in his tears, that he misses his family. He misses the times when their mother didn't scold them for minor things and gave them a cold shoulder, when their father wasn't locked up in his office or shouting at their mother, and the times he played with Regulus while the little boy was still oblivious to the world and giggled at every little thing.

At that, the lamb finally replied in its soft baaa from one of its heads. A sound that draws a wet chuckle from Sirius.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly against the fleece, "Lulu would like you, he's always been fond of lambs."

Another baa in response that makes Sirius smile.

He isn't able to stay with the lamb for long though, because he hears the familiar calls of, "Padfoot! Padfoot!" And he knows that his friends must be looking for him. Sirius turns to the lamb who is now slowly moving off of Sirius. A clear sign that he is about to leave. He wants to tell it to stay but before his mouth can form the words, the lamb makes a sound and turns around to leave. He watches the lamb move further but isn't able to stay long enough to see it fully leave his sight before his friends jump him with a group hug. Dragging his eyes away from the leaving lamb.

For the rest of his time in Hogwarts, he doesn't see the two-headed lamb again. It's only when he takes another walk to clear his head during the war in 1979, does he see it again. Black fleece and two heads conjoined standing on wobbly legs, staring directly at him, but it didn't feel like a visit, it felt like a goodbye. A permanent one.

The next day, Regulus is declared dead and Sirius never sees the two-headed black lamb again.

[clearheartspurpleflowers]

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If you are active in fandom spaces— Especially Sander Sides or Hazbin Hotel, I encourage you to read this thread for your own safety!!

There is a user you may know as they have been called out before, that goes by the name Roman Calvary System, Calvary or Roman Calvary, they were previously known as The Trojan Horse Collective or The Trojan Horse System but has since separated that identity from themselves as a Sub-System although I doubt the validity of that claim because they have previously admitted It was simply to seperate themselves from their past.

Calvarys previous partner, Atlas, somebody who also came forward about Calvary and their repeated abuse, has also been allegedly exposed for inappropriate and gross behaviours regarding children and also saying the n word as a white person. While I cannot speak much on the situation regarding Atlas due to my lack of knowledge, I can bring forward evidence I have seen regarding the claims.

However, this post will probably focus more on Calvary as I have been involved with the drama regarding them personally and I know more about it.

Calvary has already got themselves a reputation amongst the Sander Sides community for various abusive and disgusting behaviours- Just some of them being inappropriate exchanges with children (As young as fourteen) Telling people to kill themselves, wishing death upon peoples mother, being racist/racially insensitive. I wish that was the end of the list but It sadly is not. Calvary has also been condemned by Thomas himself personally which there is evidence of in a seperate call out post that I will be linking below, along with all the other evidence of their behaviour.

Something I would like to close down before it gets brought up as an excuse is the infamous ‘I’ve changed’ tactic. Calvary recently made a post on their X (formerly known as Twitter) claiming that they have changed as a person and the drama is from when they were fifteen and they have since bettered their behaviour- This is not true. Calvary has not changed and has not bettered themselves at all and the drama is not just old things from when they were fifteen. These incidents are recent and from this year.

One of these instances being Calvary (Or one of their alters, Remus- An alter you will probably see a lot of here as he is the main perpetrator of most inappropriate exchanges regarding children) attempting to SRP with a literal fourteen year old- Instead of doing the logical thing and refusing to SRP with a minor, they pulled the typical ‘If you’re okay with it’ card, and I mean, sure- Maybe an uninformed minor would be okay with it but why are YOU okay with it as the older person? ‘As long as you’re okay with it’ Why are YOU? That is very creepy and gross behaviour and any decent person would have refused to SRP with a minor, people under the AOC.. cannot consent.. It is your responsibility as the older person to have known better and said no. You should not try to SRP with minors and you shouldn’t be okay with it either.

Another instance regarding their Remus would be an instance where another one of their alters blatantly admitted that Remus finds it funny to make inappropriate comments about people and even FUNNIER when it’s a minor- You know what that makes Remus? A predator, finding it funny to walk all over peoples boundaries and even more so when It is a child is absolutely horrific and taking pleasure in making children uncomfortable is not only disgusting but also blatantly predatory.

Remus has also been harassing, threatening, and finding out personal information about a minor because they came forward about Atlas dating them when they were *eleven* and Atlas was fourteen, I am sure we can all agree that that is not okay and that the age gap is obviously a problem, minors can very well hurt other minors and be in appropriate towards other minors, Atlas should not have gotten into a relationship with an eleven year old at fourteen years old, children are capable of taking advantage of other children, I’m not sure if that was the case here but regardless, you should not date an eleven year old at the age of fourteen. You also shouldn’t call black people the n word. You also shouldn’t say sexual things to minors.

I will be attaching screenshots of these instances below and potentially reblogging with more to the story because there is a LOT! If you see these users, please be cautious of them, especially if you are a minor!

[clydesavage-thefox147]

[Part 2 to Big Long Awaited Theories. This one is a bit..Roman slandering so be warned, be civil and hear me out here please, sorry if it's a bit jumbled heh] (Part 1 here)

Unpopular opinion/theory here but:

I think Roman sided against the callback because if he picked it, he would be supporting Janus who was seen as a villain at the time by everyone else, so he wanted to avoid any more affiliation. His need to be the hero and feed his broken ego was bigger than achieving a life-long dream.

Don't believe me? Then what does this line mean?

Furthering this belief, there's a notable pattern throughout season 2, particularly to start with Fitting in. When Roman was assigned the role of Slytherin in the group, he was rather taken back. He refused to believe it because he pushed the understanding that Slytherins were evil. This then followed with him saying "I'm not evil!" then Virgil(in a pretty Janus sounding tone) saying "Says who?". (Also coincidence how the snake affiliated house gets called evil here).

Then cut to the episode CLBG. I find it quite funny that Roman felt like Janus used him during this episode even though Roman himself was the one who stated FIRST that acting was like lying AND started the idea of disguising as Joan to help Thomas practice. Janus only nudged him to do it on a stage. Then later into the episode, Roman states about Janus "I hate this guy and his creepy snake face, however he is very kind". First off, making fun of Janus for his snake traits that he has little to no control over having. And two, blatantly admitting that he believed Janus' flattery. He left the window wide open for what happened later in SvS.

Speaking of, in SvS, it was clear that Roman wanted the callback desperately and so did Thomas. Roman is part of Thomas' personal dreams and goals. Janus knows this. Roman was willing to give Janus the benefit of the doubt and let him explain his side of the situation which Virgil obviously wasn't too happy with. Throughout the court case, Janus' flattery was his way of keeping Roman on his side, the best overall decision that was the callback while simultaneously pointing out the denials of all the other sides and Thomas. He eventually got so fed up of them beating around the bush that he made Thomas finally admit that he wanted to pick the callback instead. Like I said before, Janus knew this beforehand so he did low-key rigged the case in favor of the callback choice. This is a positive form of manipulation called a "Contrivance". Something meticulously planned piece by piece in favor of a desired outcome. Virgil I guess was right about it being rigged. But, when all was said and done and Janus was so close to winning the case, Roman pulled out last minute, making Janus reasonably angry. Roman stated "It is my sworn duty to help Thomas achieve his hopes and dreams, but Thomas wouldn't dream of attaining his hopes through deceitful means" following with Janus pleading that that wasn't true. But, Roman's line proves that he picked the wedding to avoid committing what was believed to be a selfish act. You can see how desperate Janus was for the others to see his perspective, even benching Logan in the process to have his lesson heard instead(then did it again in POF). Janus wanted the others to see that they were blowing this simple problem out of proportion but no one cared. He knew the answer was obvious but everyone refused to agree.

Then cut to DWIT, the following episode where Remus was debuted for the first time. Many believed that Remus was sent out, out of pettiness on Janus' part which could be possible. If Roman wanted to be a good person, Janus was going to show him(and Thomas) that it wasn't so easy. Remus made Roman realize and admit that he doesn't want to end up like him. Furthering why I think he made the decision he did.

Then cut to Healthy Distractions, where I find it funny is that here's Roman trying to avoid villainy...but commits petty theft and voter fraud. Roman literally said "I was gonna rig the vote anyway". So much for trying to avoid what he literally talked about an episode prior. Sure, he could've stolen the hat out of a joke but it still is petty(both be petty bitches).

Then..cut to POF: SvS Redux. This is where a lot of this come into play. One noticable thing is within the song. Not only was the line I previously stated there but the lines leading up to it paint a different picture.

Ro: "And no one wanted you to go more than the that slimy snake"

Th: "Who pushed to do the egocentric thing auditioning" (Ro: "Yep that's Deceit!")

Now, correct me if I'm wrong..but don't you have to audition before you get a callback? And isn't Roman the physical representation of Thomas' Ego? And didn't Janus point out Egoism in SvS? AND didn't Thomas called Roman " a bit of an egoist" in the 2017 behind the scene vid? Yes. All yes. So, this can only mean that Janus, in the few months that he and Roman were on decent terms with one another, must've influenced him to get Thomas to audition(or influence Thomas to get Roman involved) since Janus is a part of the 'selfish desires'. In this case, Janus is within his right to be mad at Roman. He spent time setting up the perfect end-goal for Thomas here as a show of good faith and intentions, but Roman shoved it aside because the other sides believed Janus' was still no good.

Then after the song, when Patton was struggling with his rhetoric of morality, some moments seemed to correspond with the court case. Two of these moments Roman himself brought up in conversation. Roman stated the view of how it shouldn't matter why the prince saved the kingdom as long as the citizens are safe(in this case the prince did it for a reward). However, Patton didn't like that conclusion, claiming that that doesn't make the prince a good person. Which then prompted Roman to respond with somber expression "Yeah probably not". Roman wants to avoid any villainous affiliations. But, he also wants the praise of being a hero for his own external validation which he's desperate for(no wonder Janus' flattery almost worked). His reward was that praise and he got that for a short time.

But, according to Patton, this is a selfish act. Roman has stated that he is "a proponent of following one's heart" It would make sense to appease the heart and morality to remain on his good side. However, Roman said shortly after "if it's not helping to fulfilling one's longing, then what is the point?" Patton wasn't fulfilling Thomas' goal of finally being a star. Roman didn't really like that. But, to avoid upsetting Patton, he followed along with him. Hell, Patton was the one who gave Thomas the inspiration to even start video creation. Another incentive for Roman to follow along with him. Double Hell, Roman initially didn't like Patton's idea of using puppets back in LNTAO but then immediately flipped script which Virgil pointed out. Patton definitely contributed to Roman's final decision on the wedding. Roman thought that he was the problem for making Thomas want a 'selfish desire' over friendship, even though this desire wasn't really a big issue at all(and he sent Thomas to wedding as punishment for wanting said desire). Which prompted Patton to beg for Roman to stay on his support team. No wonder when Patton started to view Janus in a different light, Roman got immediately defensive, trying to push that Janus was evil and he wasn't. He didn't want to feel like his decision was for nothing but it ultimately was. Janus states "it served no one" after giving Roman some credit for his sacrifice. But, if that sacrifice was for the praise and glory of the others for his heroism...that's just as selfish as going to the callback. No wonder Roman was upset when Patton thought it was bad. So, why is Roman mad at Janus when he should direct some of his anger at Patton for contributing to his final decision and the moral confusion. Is he afraid of hurting his feelings? Also tagging on, the same episode he said he followed the heart, Roman said that Patton should only stick to knowing the difference between right and wrong and leaving the rest to them...well, look where that took them. Lead Patton to guilt Roman into making him feel bad for pushing Thomas to be dishonest and dishonorable which just made him more confused.

The second thing being that Roman stated the Trolly Problem. The situation of deciding to save the larger group of people or the one person. Roman did this exact same thing the court room. He had to pick between siding with the others (the larger group) on the wedding..or side with the one person(Janus on the callback). He picked the former and let Janus get hit metaphorically.

It all collimated in the final scene between him and Janus. Janus being vulnerable with revealing his name as an attempt to gain trust..all to get laughed at and made fun of. Janus retaliated with the now infamous line "Thank God you don't have a moustache, otherwise between you and Remus, I wouldn't know who the evil twin is". Roman couldn't take it. He can dish out all these insults but the second it's him who's insulted he shuts down or gets pissy right back. However, maybe Janus was right with his statement. I mean, there's been only two confirmed times Roman was ever influenced by Remus. One was the "Naked Aunt Patty" line from the 12 Days of Christmas vid and the bubbagump shrimp line in the carol itself. But, there's been moments where it seems that Roman had no influence from him and it was all his wording. Like how he responded to Janus' pinata metaphor with "I believe he's saying that you beat someone up and rob their unconscious body". Or how in one scene in CLBG, as Joan, he stated "-like your weird habit of gluing your butt cheeks together". Or how in Moving On pt 2, he was all about that butt dial lie and wouldn't stop. And finally, remembering way back to the QnA, when they were asked if they all had YouTube channels, Roman said quote "Epic fail compilations of all the horrible deaths my enemies incur after I impale them". Roman...wanted to film himself..killing people..to post on YouTube. For what? To laugh? To gloat? Does this not sound creepy to any of you? And just adding his petty theft and vote rigging and all his bullying insults up to now...yeah Janus' retort holds a lot of weight.

Another note is that Roman has been getting pretty close with Virgil lately. What's noticable here is that Roman's might be playing favorites. Notice how when both Virgil and Janus revealed their names, they were both equally vulnerable. Virgil revealed his name because he had already gained trust with the others but Janus did it to gain trust with them. Roman gave Virgil congrats for his admittance and bravery and only laughed at the Virgin joke Patton said. But, Roman laughed and insulted Janus? Even though both Janus and Virgil are of dark side origin? What makes Virgil more special? Especially when Roman hated Virgil to begin with and now they're best buddies...then he supported Janus at first and now flat out hates him. He pulled an Ono reverse card on them. Roman mainly chilling with Virgil now because they both hate Janus is definitely 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Hell, in FWSA, Roman and Virgil were calling Thomas a liar constantly after he accepted Janus. Meanwhile if Roman continued to do so, he would be in the same boat. Mind you, only Patton has accepted Janus completely. Thomas and Logan are 50/50, and Roman and Virgil are against it entirely.

Janus is aware of the others' denials, lies and desires. He's aware that Roman is in denial. Roman wants to believe he made the right decision but he knows he didn't. He keeps moping and whining over how he wants to be happy and achieve his dreams but he lost that opportunity because he made a stupid sacrifice. If he was confident in his choice, he wouldn't be acting this way. Janus knew Roman would be hurt if they missed the callback. And him behaving this way long after just proves it. Janus said right to his face in the court room "You want that callback so back and it will CRUSH you if we miss it". This was true. And if Roman were to say that he did make a good decision he'd basically be lying and stooping to Janus' level. So both ways he's screwed and played. Roman is also very fraudulent when it comes to his facade. He likes to act like he's this brave prince who isn't insecure and can handle his problems alone when that is clearly a lie. Janus wants Roman to be honest with both himself and the others, the others know by now that Roman is very insecure so what else is there left to hide? Janus would know about facades..and he sees right through Roman's and so does everyone else. Tagging in here, Janus' 'wroammin' spelling meant 'remorse' signifying that Roman was giving Janus sympathy while also showing Roman's imposter syndrome(alongside other times he corrected people on his name). This wasn't Janus insulting his name first, this was him proving a point.

To add on, Roman turned to Janus after he said "I thought I was your hero" and Thomas replying "You are". Roman trusted Janus' confirmation. Janus' nod was confirming that Thomas is telling the truth but Roman only believing Janus was lying, he took it as Janus confirming Thomas was lying. Or, Janus was sadly confirming that Thomas was in fact lying. But I think the former is most likely. Roman now believes he lost his "hero" title..which honestly might be a good thing, maybe he'll try to earn it back in a very honorable way without letting the power go to his head. His bullying and grandiose behavior was his way of making himself feel important when he deeply felt like he wasn't good enough. Roman is so desperate for external validation because he can't love himself without it and Janus is trying to tell him that. Quit acting like you love yourself and actually..do so.

In conclusion, I believe Janus was more in the right here but if we must compromise, they both must reach an understanding and an apology. My theory stands that Roman sided against Janus to avoid any further association for the reward of heroic praise.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Feel free to correct me or change my mind if you so please but remain civil.

Part 3 soon.. maybe.

[shivstar]

Sirius, Peter and Remus

Though I dislike Wolfstar to an absolute unhealthy degree, I will admit that I can see two man who feel like total losers for being absolutely nothing in their thirties, one due to circumstances and other due to his woe is me attitude, finding solace in each other's arms on purely physical way. I can actually see a benifit arrangements happening.

But nothing emotional. Because they can never trust each other. Remus because after so many years thinking and believing that Sirius is a responsible for all things gone wrong, his subconscious works that way now. And Sirius because however much a good person you are, at the end of the day he will always be a little resentful at being the one who suffered so much for no reason at all.

But what I absolutely can't stand is -

Gaslight campaign to make us believe that Sirius was lusting/crushing over Lupin since their teenage days

That Sirius chased Lupin while the other played hard to get.

That Sirius wore Remus down and that they actually dated post Hogwarts.

Because all this takes away Sirius's core personality in itself. I will explain it ----

We see him being a passive aggressive friend with Peter. Although I never propagate the idea that Peter was stupid idiot because a person who played so many people like fickle can never be anything but creatively intelligent. But Peter has his moments where he due to reasons and situations hid his own self and went on to present himself as what he thinks other wants him to be.

In poa, he acted remorseful and apologetic to get sympathy. In swm, he becomes a cheerleader to James whose core personality is being an arrogant asshole to almost everyone except Sirius.

He is the most Slytherin-like Gryffindor to ever exist. In school he needed James to survive, not because he was stupid Or needed help with study but because he was absolutely low on social status. His social skills left too much to be desired. So a kid Peter really admired how easy it comes to James to be so charming. That admiration turned to hero worship.

As an adult, he bets his everything on Voldy's win because again he wished to be unharmed and be on the wining side.

So, I hc that Sirius sees Peter's potential. His intelligence. (Common guys why do people forgot that irrespective of who helped him, he himself achieved animagus magic as a 5th year.) He is truly deserving to be one forth of marauder and was not part of it out of pity.

Anyway, Sirius hated that Peter just becomes this fangirl of James. He finds that creepy because he thinks that everyone should have their own agency. He is a guy who ran away when he felt that he was loosing his own agency in grimmauld.

By that logic, Sirius's ideal partner will have to have their own agency and not be influenced by anything that is not their own moral and ethical rules.

But Remus's entire personality is surrounded by his being a werewolf. He has a dual persona. First where every decision and shortcoming in his life, he blames on his condition, giving birth to self pity. While on the other hand where he suppress and hides his creature side as if it is not even there. Which makes him want to make everyone believe that he is a good guy who does good things.

If i have to compare him to anyone in real world, I will say he is like a person with internalized homophobia.

He has an aspect to his personality which he can not change, either just supress and believe that it is not there or just allow himself that space and accept that yes I am like this and it is just how I am.

We see him being troubled by his lycanthrophy but his mental attitude is that of a person who has not yet accepted his condition and made adjustments to live a comparatively happy life. Proof is him blaming Snape for losing his job instead of coming forward and taking the blame in what happened the night prior or asking harry if he and his friends are alright because he a responsible adult who forgot to take his potion and might as well have killed three school aged kids. But no, the entire conversation is him looking for sympathy from a kid who was severely traumatized just the previous night.

It will not come as a big shock to me if the golden trio had ptsd from that night. If they had a phobia of werewolves because one was about to kill them.

In real life people loose limbs in accident, get paralysis, we see people on both ends of spectrum in dealing and accepting their situation and in between.

Lupin proves that any amount of time is insufficient for him to just forgive himself for an event that happened in his childhood which changed his life forever.

And this is the biggest thing that makes me repulsed seeing Sirius paired with Remus- propagating the belief that the best Sirius can do during his peak- pre azkaban days- is being with a person whose hate for himself oozes out of his pours.

A person who can never love himself can never love others. so Wolfstar at best can be a lust story (unbelievable as canon Remus is not all that attractive in physical or emotional or mental level) and at worst a toxic story where Remus gaslights the shit out of Sirius and abuses him behind closed doors. Both physically and emotionally. And presents to be the picture perfect bf in front of society.

[I will definitely love to read a story where Sirius agrees to give it a try when Remus, his close friends reveals his feelings, although he was never attracted to or interested himself in being in a relationship with Remi. Soon, Remus begins using his manipulation techniques and gaslight tools to trap Sirius. It continues for a year or two but somehow he finds that he is abused and gets out of this relationship and then finds his way in life. Etc. ]

I can totally picture Lupin as an abusive partner or husband or father even. In fact i hc that had they both have survived, tonks would have found herself part of a very stressful marriage.

And actually this is not an attack on people who love to read the ship, my beef is that one ship has overpowered entire fandom that we never see Sirius with anyone else as if it is a crime.

It would have been good as a medium fans ship but the large traction makes their fanon characteristics becoming a rule of thumb.

He deserves better than a person who will depend on him financially and emotionally. He deserves to be cared for and cherished and protected and not always having to be the strong one, the one who keeps on apologising for his belief and reasons.

[mayflywrites]

friday snippet!

𓆸 @grimsneverendingfuneral TY FOR TAGGING ME LUV OMG!! god yours made me giggle an scream and like yk me i dont even like rosekiller all that much but DAAAAAMN. you're converting me icl... you will be the death of me fr. running around n scrambling to find something yummy rq 💔 𓆸

“I still can’t believe we’re going short,” he breathes out, studying her nails in a way that would be considered almost creepy if it were not Remus on one end and Marlene on the other. “Remus. Look at me,” she says in the most serious tone he’d ever heard her. He does what he's told, looking at her curiously and only a little nervously. “Wh… Yeah?” “I have a date tonight,” she hints suggestively, like he’s supposed to know what she means. All he can manage is a confused pout as his brows knit together, looking like a child sat at the adults table for the first time trying to understand why everyone is laughing, but it prompts Marlene to keep going. “With a girl…” She continues. Still, Remus is completely lost, shaking his head and raising his eyebrow in question. “And, well, not to brag, per se,” she starts, most definitely bragging, and jerking her head to the side to flip her hair out of the way. “But, this girl really likes me.” “Marls… I’m not- I’m not following…” He admits, looking, if anything, a little concerned. “Remus, do you know what sex is?” She asks bluntly with a mock-innocent grin, and a furious blush takes over his face. He fumbles around with his words for a moment before finding them again. “Wh- Christ, Marlene!” He gets out, looking back down and refusing any further eye contact. The red in his cheeks doesn’t disperse when the realisation hits him like a truck and renders him speechless for all of ten seconds. Marlene breaks down in laughter, head thrown back, snorts and guffaws, the whole package, and Remus has to keep pulling her hands down as she tries to reach up and wipe tears off her face.

𓆸 if it's bad i'm using the english isn't my first language excuse so. and i've never done this tagging thing. also i've had this idea for WEEKS it's been rotting every inch of my brain. NAILTECH REMUS!!!! anyways np tagging @my-castles-crumbling and @addisonstars 𓆸

[jupitersrising]

Lily Evans Headcanons

Long, long post! I love her so much I have so many thoughts about her.

She's Scottish on her Mum's side and in First Year planned to move to the Scotland's countryside with Remus if they didn't get married by the time they were thirty. (They were going to get a goat).

Major, major daddy issues. Her dad is a horrible, misogynistic piece of shit and she has a bunch of issues from it as she gets older. With how she views healthy relationships/how she should be treated by men in her life.

(Side note: that's part of the reason Petunia fell for Vernon. Going back to what you know always feels the safest in the moment. At least then you know what to expect and when you're hurt you have no one to blame but yourself.)

Sirius helps her come to terms with the fact that her dad was a dick after Slughorn invites her to the Slug Club. She gets back late and they have a heart to heart in the Common Room as the fire burns low. She realizes she soaks up an older man's attention (even when it's somewhat creepy and possessive) because that's what she's used to. Sirius admits some stuff about their home life and in that moment she mentally starts to include him in her and Remus' Scottish countryside escapee.

Best classes are History of Magic and Charms. She's really interested in the actual history of magical events next to what muggles think happened and how things stack up. She also finds it super interesting since a lot of the recent history is primary about people in power at the moment.

Petunia is her half-sister from her Dad's first marriage. Part of Petunia wonders if she isn't special because she's not Lily's mum's daughter. Even if Petunia and Lily were born close enough in age that they grew up as siblings rather than half-siblings.

Her first car is a red mustang that she drives exclusively with the top off and refuses to pull her hair back so it all flies in her face when she drives.

A pink heart-shaped sunglasses girlie.

She has so many freckles its ridiculous. Most aren't on her face though, they're on her shoulders, back, and arms and are almost completely nonexistent on her face.

She played football (soccer) when she was younger and got in a fight with another girl that ended up knocking her front teeth out. She was like...six so it was fine, new ones came in. But the horrifying image of finding their daughter with blood dripping down her chin onto her uniform grinning like a madman is forever seared into her parents' brains.

She makes Petunia and her parents help her look for the teeth to give to the tooth fairy and won't leave until its well past dark.

Loves Thai food, but no spice tolerance whatsoever. If she has even the tiniest bit her face flushes red.

Lily trained to be a solider on the front lines in the war (before she got pregnant, if we wanna be canon compliant). She built wards around herself through her knowledge of charms, despite not being the best at DADA. She's innovative with her magic and it makes her deadly on the battlefield. She refuses to give up no matter what, no matter who tries to stop her. She will get her friends back, she has to.

Her closest friend in school was a tie between Remus and Mary. But her closest friend overall was actually Sybil Trelawney. They didn't talk much during the school year, but every summer Sybil would visit Lily's hometown and they'd reek havoc together. (AKA, scam muggles with tarot/palm readings, light off fireworks, stay up all night, etc..). But once the summer was over they barely talked to each other, most of Lily's friends didn't even think she knew who Sybil was.

She hated, Hated, the Slytherin Common Room. During first/second year when she and Snape were friends, he'd try to bring her there and she just couldn't. She doesn't like the cold, dampness of place. She needs to be near the sun.

She could hold her liquor like a champ but never bragged about it. She and Remus are in competition to see who can drink the most and stay coherent. Marlene and Sirius are convinced they can hold out the longest (they can't) but Lily and Remus won't correct them. They like to being their secret thing.

Undiagnosed OCD. Her friends will call her visible habits/symptoms a "Lily Thing."

People in her hometown speculate about her all the time. She's like a cryptic. For the most part she doesn't notice people's gazes lingering on her.

Started a book club with Remus, Regulus, Peter, Pandora, Evan, and Emmeline Vance. Later it turns into the "what kind of dumb shit can we get up to before anybody notices because we're the good ones."

Hates chocolate, she tolerates orange chocolate but that's it. Remus is appalled by this news.

She was actually really close with Petunia before Hogwarts. She would consider her big sister her best friend and closest confidant. Even during Lily's first and second years they were fairly close. It wasn't until her real power started developing/Lily got more involved in the Wizarding world did Petunia begin to resent her.

A lot of it has to due with their Father praising one of them while putting the other down. They could never both succeed in his eyes and at the moment, Lily was succeeding more than what was possible.

Lily just didn't understand why her sister didn't want her anymore.

During sixth year she spends the last two months of summer vacation with the Potters and that's the nail on the coffin for their relationship. It's the turning point from when things went from bad to unfixable.

On that note, Lily was at the Potters because Sirius had finally gotten settled and even though she won't admit it, he's one of her closest friends.

She loves creepy crawlies. It made everyone think she was weird as a kid. But she always liked spiders, beetles, snakes, and other little animals people thought were gross. She would always cup them in her hands and put them back outside rather than crush them.

She says her favorite food is strawberries but its actually off-brand cereal she shared with Petunia one summer morning as they watched cartoons before anyone was up. It was childish and they were both in their Christmas pajamas and for a moment Lily thought everything between them would be alright.

That was the last good memory she has of her sister.

I might continue this later because I love so many thoughts about her.

[candied-peach]

ao3: “welcome home (are you sure?)” rating: T warnings: mild injury, some blood, creepy/horror stuff, some remus-typical violence genre: angst, mild hurt/comfort description:  Virgil takes a wrong turn in the Imagination when they run late, and horrors ensue. (day 1:  "Believe in nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." — Edgar Allan Poe @tsshipmonth2020 )

It's nothing.

Virgil swallows, their heart beating a frenetic tattoo against their ribs. The woods around them are dark, suspiciously so. They didn't mean to get lost in Remus's side of the Imagination. They didn't mean to get lost at all. They were late to the picnic and daydreamed and by the time they realized what was going on, well...

Too late.

Scabrous branches stretch toward Virgil with the creak and clatter of splintering wood and Virgil's nerve breaks as they dash down the thin, crooked path, hoping to see the bright blue sky and balmy clouds of Roman's side of the Imagination. They don't usually mind Remus's, side, but usually, they're with Remus, and the worst of it all leaves them alone.

"Virgil," echoes through the trees, chilling Virgil's blood. It doesn't sound human. It doesn't sound normal at all, and they keep running, their breath sobbing in and out of their lungs, a stitch painfully growing in one side, and their eyes blinded by tears.

They trip over a tree root that lurches out of the ground, sprawling painfully in the dirt and scraping their knees and palms. Blood wells, feeding the rocks beneath them. Virgil scrambles to their feet as fast as they can, but it's too late.

"Virgil, don't run," the voice says softly, almost mockingly. "Don't run from your friends, that's not hospitable, now is it? Come on, Virgil..."

Virgil says a hearty 'fuck that' and starts running again, although they're hopelessly lost in this snarl of angry woods. The sky is thick with grey storm clouds above them.

"Virgil!" This ahead, and it sounds like Roman. Virgil slows cautiously, aware it could be a trap. It most likely is a trap. Why would Roman be here?

"Virgil, I've been looking everywhere for you, why are you here?" Roman asks, stepping out of the trees. His eyes are bright like a wound, and dread crawls down Virgil's spine as their mind screams at them that that's not Roman. That's not Roman, and Virgil is totally alone.

"Got lost," Virgil answers carefully.

"That's a shame," Roman says, clucking his tongue. His sash oozes blood, spattering down his legs. He seems totally unaware of it. "Don't worry, Virgil, there's still time. Come with me, and-" He reaches out a hand, and Virgil flinches despite themself. Roman's- the fake Roman's- expression hardens.

"Virgil, don't make this harder than it has to be," Roman says, and Virgil screams. It's a thin, cracked wail, desperation bleeding through, and Roman laughs.

"Nice try," Roman says. "But you should know that-" He frowns, just as Remus appears and smashes his head open like a pumpkin, revealing nothing but rotting wood.

Remus says nothing, not yet, and Virgil's fear spikes, until Remus waves his morningstar and the woods evaporate like so much mist on a foggy morning. They're standing on a bare hilltop, the wind rustling their clothes. In the distance, soft blue and wisps of cotton candy clouds beckon.

Virgil bursts into tears.

"Oh hey," Remus says, looking alarmed. "Don't- don't cry, Virgey, did- nothing got you, did they?"

"I just fell down," Virgil admits. "That's all."

"Let's get you out of here," Remus says with a frown.

Virgil doesn't believe they're safe until the Imagination is firmly shut behind them, and they fall into Patton's soothing embrace.

[ddejavvu]

okok so this is such a weird idea but it popped into my head and i only trust you to write it:

singer!remus where reader's a newer artist and she's always been super vocal about how big of a fan she is but they've never met or interacted but reader's just finished her first ever concert and remus comes up to her backstage and is like "wow you were amazing.... makes me wonder you'd sound doing OTHER things"

im so sorry no I'm not

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

couldn't fit the last part in there good but maybe i'll expand on this more someday

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The absolute last person that you expected to see while stepping off stage at your own concert was the man you'd been a fan of for ten straight years.

Throughout the ups and downs of his rookie music career, all the way up until now, where he stood on the top of the industry, you were there. You almost hadn't been there through that questionable, possibly money-laundering scandal, but it turned out that he was innocent, and you were back in without a hitch. Details aside, you'd been a fan for a decade.

And now he was standing in front of you, a VIP pass around his neck. At your concert. He'd gotten a VIP pass to your concert.

You stiffened slightly, and his amused grin grew. You'd seen the same grin on his face before, usually when one of his bandmates had made a joke, or when a fan screamed something particularly vulgar at him while he was on stage. But now it was pointed towards you, as handsome as you'd ever seen it.

"You did phenomenal out there." Remus Lupin spoke, the Remus Lupin, "I'm glad I got good seats, I'd have hated to miss a second of that."

"Oh- Oh my god," You found your voice particularly fast, and you applauded yourself for that, even if the words coming out of your mouth were less-than-flattering towards yourself, "You- You're Remus Lupin, oh my god."

"I am," His amused smirk only grew as he nodded, "I am. Thank you for reminding me."

"I just-" You ran a flustered hand down your face, "I'm a big fan."

"I know," He admitted, shifting from one foot to the other, "I've seen you talk about me before."

If you hadn't been mortified before, now you were. Your cheeks were ablaze, and you blinked incredulously at him, remembering the interviews where you'd droned on and on about how much you adored his music.

"I- Oh my god, I'm sorry if what I've said came out as creepy!"

"That's your first concern?" Remus laughed, the sound sending butterflies swarming through your stomach, "You're funny."

You fell silent, your hands fidgeting restlessly at your sides.

"Listen," Remus stepped forward, the proximity enchanting, "You've mentioned before that you want to 'pick my brain' about my songwriting, yeah?"

"I think those were the words I used." You admitted sheepishly.

"Right, well, if you're not too busy with your next album, I'd love to go get lunch sometime, Y/N."

[infictionalwonderland]

The Marauders in Relationship headcanons!

warnings : mentions of sex, swearing, insecurities, fem reader in mind but i don’t think pronouns are stated anywhere

james potter —

as soon as james started liking ya you would know, if you aren’t painfully oblivious

he’s really not subtle.. like at all.

compliments will be thrown at you left right and centre

he’ll be constantly demanding your attention

HUGS & FOREHEAD KISSES

when you guys do finally start dating, this man is on cloud mf 100000000

non stop smiling

cheeky comments and compliments all the bloody time. get used to it hoe.

now, in my mind. his love language is touch, so be prepared for his hands to have been in EVERY part of your (gorgeous) body.

if you two end up having sex, even if it’s isn’t your first time, he’ll be so gentle. so so gentle. and soothing. and patient. and constantly checking on you.

i feel like first time will be pretty vanilla apart from praise etc ngl. but that’s normal.

however, as your relationship progresses *wink wink*

in my mind, james is the BIGGEST sub.

perhaps even a sneaky mommy kink 👀 but it’s up to you ofc

he’s always looking to please you, both in a sexual and non sexual way

this man JUST LOVES YOU SO MUCH!!

youre insecure, he’s there with kisses and hugs and reassurance and compliments and just pure love.

you dont feel up for sex, thats more than okay, how bout a nice warm bubble bath? he’ll even get you some snacks.

you want something for a shop? this boy is zooming into the store faster than usian bolt on steroids.

when he’s jealous he’ll get all pouty but if confronted he wont admit it. but baby needs reassurance as much as you do :((

if you’re sad, therapist mode and bear hugs. and snacks, ofc!

also. if you do not like cuddling, find yo self another manz darlin’

he LIVES to spoil you

this man is rich rich rich RICH so he does not give two fucks

all he cares about is making you happy :)

sirius black —

sirius is literally obsessed with you

like not in a creepy way.. unless 👀

but in a way that he notices EVERYTHING about you

you cut your hair even a inch shorter, “hey is that a new haircut?”

you have the slightest bit of makeup on, “you look gorgeous love, but you don’t need the makeup for that.”

and it’s also not only physical attributes that he notices about you(shockingly)

he can tell when you’re getting anxious

he can tell when you’re sad

etcetcetc

he brought you an anxiety ring, the next best thing if he couldn’t be near you at all times (it had stars on it too!)

but if he was there, he would escort you from the situation that was making you anxious. or if that wasn’t an option, trying to distract you with sexual jokes and flirting works all the same

HE JUST LOVES YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

i like to think sirius has an artistic nature about him, so he’s definitely drawn you more times than he can count

everyone is SO shocked.

like minutes ago he was dropping pants at the speed you have to move flappy bird, now he’s just a simp for you.

a massive change

he’s possessive of you, 100%

someone standing a bit to close, he’ll pull you back into his side for safe keeping

someone flirting with you, they’re dead meat, serious im sending my prayers

someone romantically touching you, he’ll hex them then bathe you so their germs aren’t on ya

a lot of star related gifts

the two of you are COUPLES GOALS

people aspire to be like the two of you

when it comes to sex, the both of you are kinky little shits

the roles actually switch round a lot

you both love to try new things

which only makes your list of kinks grow

needless to say neither of you are ever bored with your relationship

remus lupin —

as well all know, remus is very academically intelligent (can’t say the same for myself)

but.. when it comes to relationships. the poor love is entirely clueless

sure he’s read tons of romance books but that shit seems way to fake to him

anyway, basically he’s just oblivious in the world of love

however, he can pick up on his own feelings

so when his heart stutters as you smile at him

or the butterflies he gets from your lingering touches

he KNOWS it’s not platonic feelings

and he’s just like 😀 well ok

admittedly he’s more awkward then usual

BUT BUT BUT few weeks after this discovery he sees you getting cozy with a hufflepuff boy

in like in a totally cliche way, jealous he finally takes it upon himself to ask you out

of course you say yes

it’s remus fucking lupin.

and remus as a boyfriend. fully my dream partner

he’s always checking up on you <33

he gets you your morning coffee/ tea whatever drink you want babe

he READS TO YOU

and his voice. 😩😩😩

you sitting on his lap is mandatory

or him laying his head in yours while you comb through his hair

he was really insecure at first when it came to sex, down to the nude bit cuz of all his scars. poor baby thinks you’ll leave him when you see the mess of scars on his body.

but you merely kissed over all the scars individually, with reassuring words and praises and remus practically sobbed

you’re hogwarts ‘it’ couples

being the most comforting duo

everyone loves you

remus isn’t one for PDA but the occasional kiss is okay, just not a prolonged make out in the hallway or something

forehead kisses ✅

hugs from behind ✅

him burying his face in your neck ✅

he just loves you so much

his worries always seem to fade when he’s around you. it’s immediate.

he doesn’t have much money to spoil you with but spending time together is the equivalent to gifts in both of yours books

of course tho he still does get you things

meaningful things too, not just tacky lil gifts

you being his safe haven and the person he comes to to unwind and relax

you guys are the cutest

end of.

peter pettigrew —

tbh i don’t see young pete in a romantic light but he needs more recognition and love so here ya go

our poor darling is so awkward

sure he hangs out with the three hottest boys at hogwarts but he doesn’t think he’s attractive, really :(

definitely a lot of insecurities to unpack there

you, however, disagree completely

i feel like with peter, the relationship is gonna have to stem off of trust initially so friends to lovers seems good w him

you guys have always been close

when he wasn’t with the marauders he was with you .. his best friend

but the relationship eventually evolved

his face would grow hotter when you hugged him

you would get nervous to hang out with him, a good nervous

and the both of you ended up confessing to each other

poor love was almost sweating like a pig with nerves and you weren’t the different, both blurting out ‘I like you’ at the same time.

and the rest was history ;)

he would always offer to hold your things like the gentleman he is at heart

always holding doors for you

making sure to sit next to you in every class possible —if he could

you both tutoring each other seeing as you were good & bad at different things

but under his gentlemanly nature poor boy is so insecure and anxious it’s painful

he’s definitely an over thinker

when you don’t speak to him for hours on end, he gets so nervous :(

has he done something wrong? did he make you mad? what had he done? then he thinks of every possible thing

if he seems you hanging out with someone else on top of that, closely situated with one another. his heart will clench painfully and he’ll have to fight back tears

but he doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t wanna come off as needy and weak, that’s the last thing he wants

he keeps up a facade even the he’s relentlessly stressing and panicking about what he did wrong

and when you do find out about his anxieties, it’s all hugs kisses and reassurances

you hardly left his side since

and neither of you would have it any other way

[wolfpants]

Fic Authors Self Rec

Thank you for tagging me dearest @coffeedrgn87! I decided to run my fic through a random generator too, because I'm too indecisive!

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It Took The Night to Believe | M | 7k words (Wolfstar)

Somewhere in the south of England, 2002. It's the first summer after first year at university, and Sirius, Remus, and James are headed to a gig at their local hellhole… literally. With a little help from some infernal intervention, can Sirius and Remus finally admit their feelings?

An early 2000s Muggle AU featuring a ton of metal music references and a premise where Remus and Sirius are compelled by the power of satan... to smooch, etc. I had an absolute blast writing this one, and it was my contribution to this year's RS Fireside Tales.

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Pages of You | E | 102k words (Drarry)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

My first Drarry longfic! And jeez, is it long! Another Muggle AU (probably my last, at this point!) where Drarry go from strangers to enemies to friends to lovers. I poured my absolute heart and soul into this fic and I can only hope that it shows.

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A Little Effort | T | 1.9k words (Dronarry)

Draco tries to make a cake for Harry's birthday and fails spectacularly. Ron steps in to help.

A cute little one-shot that's Dronarry but mostly focuses in on the dynamic between Draco and Ron, because I love them dearly. My second Dronarry fic, and certainly not my last!

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Summer Place | E | 14.2k words (Drarry)

Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong?

My contribution to this year's LC Drarry and inspired by the TV show Wandavision! This was a complicated fic to write with a lot of moving (and creepy) parts. I enjoyed bringing out the tenderness of their dynamic in this all while upping up the spook factor.

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Aurora | M | 5.2k words (Drarry)

Eighth Year at a half-built Hogwarts, and Harry is not following Draco Malfoy anymore. At least, that's what he tells himself.

This is one of my favourite fics because I wrote it in one sitting and absolutely felt every word with my heart. It features a lot of themes I love to write about, including feelings of loneliness and a craving for adventure/a bigger world.

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No pressure tagging @wrapped-up @academicdisasterfic @lqtraintracks @nv-md @maesterchill @phoebe-delia and anyone else who wants to play!

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Lupin's Apparent Transphobia

Back on Tumblr after a month or two and I'm already back on discourse matters. Well, this one does deserve our attention. Particularly in the reveal of Rowling as a TERF.

As a kid I think I felt uncomfortable with the way Lupin humiliated Snape using Neville's Boggart, though I couldn't place why. I did replay the scene a lot because somehow the sound of the balloon farting back to the closet always had me double over in laughter.

Anyway. Particularly in the light of Lupin taken as a queer-coded character for things that have nothing to do with queerness (such as lycanthropy), I find it interesting to find that he is one of the characters who attack Snape based on his gender or sex. The first one was Petunia, shaming Severus for wearing his mother's blouse. The second one was James sexually assaulting Severus; if Severus is trans then the scene turns into a transphobic nightmare. Shall I also count the haters' homophobic/sexist/transphobic logics to rant that a amab having a female Patronus is obsession rather than a spectacular, beautiful instance of non-gender-conforming and transgender incarnation? But a thing that a part of the hp fandom is shy about discussing is the most obvious anti-trans move of Rowling's HP universe:

Lupin pulls a transphobic joke on queer-coded Severus Snape during his very first Defense class, and teaches a whole school that it's okay to do so. Though of course, it is not.

I don't blame the kids, nor do I condemn Lupin's character entirely, but you have to admit that here... he fucked up big time.

The favorite character of TERF JKR becomes a hero at Hogwarts for teaching a class how to fabricate a transphobic caricature and laugh at the prospect of seeing a person assigned-male-at-birth wearing women's clothes.

The Boggart Lesson involves harassment on Lupin’s part that is, in my opinion, eligible for Lupin to get fired and/or get a complain filed against him. Not only for transgressing Snape’s body, but also inciting the whole school to harass their young teacher because of a sexual, bigoted humiliation, and in the end, teach casual transphobia to hundreds of kids. It relies on a sexist, transphobic joke where Snape is the subject of stigmatisation.

The event… loses its shine evermore when you realize that Lupin was one of Snape’s most fervent bullies and Severus was humiliated several times by the abuse on his body.

It is no hazard that Rowling makes Severus Snape stand as the “evil” trans professor who is punished for their queerness, and where Lupin becomes popular and loved for having taught his students that violating someone's body in a sexist/transphobic way is okay. He teaches you that at best, someone's queerness, or apparent transgender-persona, is the funniest thing you'll ever find. We don't need Troubled Blood to recognize Rowling is fond of those transphobic tropes.

Perhaps, as they say, we should have seen TERF Rowling coming: she made Lupin a transphobe. I'd almost call Lupin a TERF in this scene, but there's the word "feminist" in it, and I don't think that abandoning your pregnant wife because of your cowardice is very feministic.

Imagine any trans child learning, by the example Lupin makes of their Potions teacher during their Defense lesson, that they are a subject of ridicule if they dare coming out as trans, notably as a trans woman.

“Queer-coded” Lupin?

"Trans Remus"?

No, I don’t think so.

It’s already not very good of Lupin to teach kids how to violate someone’s body: fearing someone doesn’t mean you have every right on their Boggart form, and the consequences can get creepy very quickly.

Neville also gets to learn his grandmother’s so hideous in Lupin’s eyes that it serves as a Ridikulus for the whole class.

Now I get that Snape is not a very nice teacher. He was being a dick to Neville, and even if Neville doesn't react strongly to Boggart!Snape (unlike Hermione who broke in tears because of Boggart!McGonagall) but rather smiles sheepishly before beating the Boggart twice in a row without any problem, there was material to say that Snape was not being a... very supportive teacher. As a consequence, many take the Boggart scene as a karmic, "deserved" revenge.

Except that there are limits that you do not ever cross. A Black person annoying you doesn't give you the right to make a racist caricature in retaliation. Same for Jews, queers, POCs, disabled people, etc. Call that person out for being a dick, but don't perpetrate bigotry by yourself.

A non-bigoted person would never even think of doing what Lupin did. He could have made Boggart!Snape tap dance or sing or give points to Neville. Yet it’s so very telling that the very first thing he thinks of to “get back” at Severus and make the whole school laugh is to force women clothing on him, expecting and counting on the ridicule that will ensue to get brownie points.

Whatever you think of Snape, this is perhaps the most horrific thing happening during the first Defense class under Lupin. Transphobia, and how fans will brush off the tragedy of the transphobic joke if only it can save Lupin's image a bit and avoid empathizing with Professor Snape for legitimate reasons.

And you know, I can’t help but feel there’s some pretty good karmic justice happening right there, for the man who pulled a transphobic joke and taught it to the children of Hogwarts, to get punished by getting his identity as a werewolf revealed to the grand public and suffer the stigma.

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london is lonely pt. 2

AN: I am absolutely blown away but everyone’s response to my little drabble earlier.  As a treat, here is part 2. Yes, I am unhinged. And yes, I promise there will be more.  Once again, apologies for the lack of spelling check and no beta.

click here for part 1

Texts between James Potter and unknown number, July 5, 2021, 13:34

Unknown: Hey James, it’s car park girl.  I got your note.  Assuming you’re not planning to murder me, I’d love to grab coffee.

James stared at his phone, blinking several times.  This had to be a joke.  Or perhaps it was a wrong number situation.  Except, whoever this car park girl was had gotten his name right.  What are the odds that whoever she was supposed to be texting was also named James.  Well better than if the mutual name in question was Elevendork…although, that was a unisex name, so maybe it would even out in the end.

Maybe it was an elaborate prank.  Or maybe, it was that creepy friend of Poppy’s who’d asked him out only an hour after Poppy had dumped him.  Even worse, what if it was Poppy, trying to suss out whether or not he’d moved on.  He hadn’t, and he would have told her as much if she’d texted him herself.

The slamming of the front door interrupted his thoughts and announced the return of Sirius with lunch.

“Remus still not here?” Sirius settled into the couch beside James, still holding onto the bag of pasties from the shop around the corner.

James shook his head.

“Better hurry up, or else the pasties will get cold.”

“Could always put them in the oven.”

“Over my dead body, last time you tried to heat something up you almost burnt the place down.”

“First of all, it was only a small fire…”

“Pete had to borrow the neighbour’s fire extinguisher.”

“Yes, for a very small fire. Besides, I was distracted…”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “No appliances for you, Prongs.  Well, I’ll allow the microwave, but only in emergencies.”

“What about the kettle?”

“You’ve been using the kettle?”

“How else am I supposed to boil water?”

“That’s an off limits appliance!”

“What’s an off limits appliance?”

Remus had arrived carrying a small Tesco’s bag.

“All of them for Prongs,” Sirius smirked, passing Remus a pasty.

“What about the microwave!”

“Privileges revoked due to illegal kettle usage, obviously.”

“You’re a cruel man, Padfoot, pass me a chicken and mushroom, yeah?”

The three of them settled into their pasties, Remus pausing only to dole out the ciders he’d brought with him.  Only after a substantial amount of the pasties had been consumed did they resume conversation.

“When’s Pete off of work?” Remus asked.

“Seven, I think he said.”

“Poor bloke, I’d quit if anyone had me work on Saturday.”

“Well, it’s his mum’s shop, I don’t think he can just quit,” Remus said thoughtfully.

“I would,” Sirius replied, ripping bits of one of the last pasties.

“Yeah, but you hate your mother,” James said.

“Yeah and for lesser crimes than making me work on a Saturday.”

It wasn’t until later, when Peter had joined them and the four boys set out for the pub, that James remembered his unanswered text message.

“Does this number look familiar?” 

He showed it to Remus first, who he had fallen into to step with a few yards ahead of Sirius and Peter who were discussing the latest Wolf Alice record.

“What’s the note she’s talking about?”

“Dunno.  Thought it was a wrong number at first, but she did get my first name right.  What are the odds?”

“Probably higher than if your name was Remus, but…”

“You don’t recognize the number, do you?”

“No, but I can put it in my phone…see if anything pops up.”

Nothing did.

“I was thinking it might be Poppy or one of her friends messing me around or something,” James admitted.

“I still can’t believe she ended things,” Remus said.

“Oi, what’s all this,” Sirius and Peter had caught up with them in front of the pub.

“We’re trying to figure out whose number this is,” James said, holding out his phone for Peter and Sirius to read the text.

A few moments later, Sirius burst out laughing.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it!” Sirius wheezed between snorts.

“Do you know who this is?” James' heart started racing very fast, though he wasn’t sure why.

“Oh, this is great.”

“What’s great?”

“Sirius so help me god, if you know who this is.”

Sirius sighed, composing himself, but only slightly, “So don’t be mad.”

“Never a good start,” Remus muttered, “Pete, let’s grab a table inside, yeah?”

Peter, looking slightly relieved, followed Remus inside, leaving Sirius and James loitering on the sidewalk.

“The other day I popped into Sainsbury’s for some bits and I saw this girl who looked rather fit, so I left her a note.”

“With my phone number?”

“Well I couldn’t very well leave mine, could I?”

James stared at Sirius, “Expand and explain.”

“Look, you’ve been messed up for weeks about Nichols, and I thought this would be a fun little distraction.”

“Leaving my name and number for random Sainsbury’s girls you mean?”

“Honestly, I thought she probably wouldn’t text you.  Thought I’d have to do this at least another five or six times before it started yielding results.”

“Five or six times…”

“This bird’s gutsy, I don’t think I’d text a stranger who left a note on their car at Sainsbury’s,” Sirius continued either not hearing, or choosing to ignore James, “I think I found you a good one, Prongs.”

“A good one, for what exactly?”

“To get back out there of course!  You won’t download Hinge and you won’t chat up girls at the pub, how else are you supposed to move on?”

James sighed.  Sirius had never been good at breakups, both his own and his friends.  His heart was always in the right place, but his remedies for heartbreak were never quite right. He’d been taking James’ breakup with Poppy particularly badly, insisting the two of them go to the pub every other night in an attempt for James to find a rebound.  In Sirius’ defense, however, James was also taking this breakup badly as well.  He’d only just stopped showering to Adele albums on Thursday.

“Padfoot, I really appreciate this.  I do.  But, I’m not ready to go on a date.  I don’t think I will be for a long time.  I know you’re trying to help, but please, just…just don’t, alright?”

Sirius grimaced, but nodded, “You’re right, you’re right.  I’m sorry, I just…you know I’m just looking out for you, right?  Nichols was well out of order, ending things like that.  I just…I just don’t want you to give up on love, that’s all.”

“One bad breakup isn't going to make me give up on love, Sirius.”

“Mate, I can hear you in the shower.”

“Okay, but getting coffee with some random Sainsbury girl isn’t going to make me believe in love either, Sirius.”

“Dunno, you didn’t see how fit she was.”

“You text her then.”

“I don’t need your sloppy seconds,” Sirius smirked.

James laughed, before tossing his arm around Sirius and heading for the pub’s door.

“I should text her back though, right?  Just to give her closure.  Can’t have been easy, texting a stranger like that.”

“You’re too nice for your own good, Prongs.”

Texts between James Potter and unknown number, July 5, 2021, 21:02

James: Hi! Listen, I’m really sorry about all this.  It was actually my mate who left you the note, but he thought it’d be a laugh to leave my name and number.  I only just found out.  Look, I’m sure you’re very nice, but I’m actually not looking for anything right now. Hope you can understand.