So tired of seeing "it's not our fault the female characters are badly written" as an excuse from this fandom. There is no way you actually believe that Regulus Black has more character potential than Ginny Weasley. You are just telling on yourselves.
Boy #12 only got his big break because someone decided to give him a hot fancast and ship him with another boy with a hot fancast. Everything "groundbreaking" about his character comes from the gay erotica on Ao3 that you use as Wikipedia.
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Whelve: At only four years old, James Potter vanished in a crowded Christmas market without a single trace. Eleven devastating years later, an emaciated teenager with messy dark hair turns up behind the joke shop with his wrists bound and no idea how he even got there.
Mind the warnings on this one guys. I cannot stress enough how helpful @prewettpotter and @justalittleconfusing have been as a sounding board for this. They really outdid themselves this time.
I know I said I wasn't going to post this for awhile, but YOLO and FOMO are the themes today
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Hey! idk if you still doing request but can you do a story where the hole gang (Marauders, Lily, Marlene, etc) are at party and Marlene got super drunk, (like what new??) and Sirius is taking care of her. And Marlene finds out that recently Sirius say sober just to watch her and so nothing bad happens,
I just think this would be cute and I love your wright !
Obsessed with this! Thank you! My apologies on however long it took me to get to this.!!
Spinning. The whole world was spinning like she was in control- except she was not in control which she learned when her body slammed against the one of the bed posts and she was knocked back, quickly greeted by bile rising in her throat. She wasn't sure who, but someone said, "Get her away from our beds quick." And she was being pulled into the dormitory bathroom. ((I know dormitories don't have bathrooms but let's pretend they do.))
"I'm fine," she slurred, the 'n' being lost in her attempt to appease whoever was holding her hair back for her.
"Sure," he replied patiently, sitting beside her still holding her hair in one hand and rubbing her back with the other.
A moment passed where she thought she wasn't fine, and then another passed where she was. They sat like this with him rubbing her back, her eyes half closed as she tried to decide what she needed.
"Breath Marls."
She listened, taking a slow breath in, and feeling her body exhale it. Several times before she felt like she really was going to be okay. To which she thanked whoever she was with by swatting his hand off of her. "I said I'm fine." Still slurred- but more groggy than drunk.
"Fine enough to get back to the girls dorms or do you wanna sleep here."
She didn't need to think about it. "Here." And she rested her head down against the floor.
Chuckling, whoever was demanding so much of her lifted her head up. "I meant in bed, not right here."
Marlene would have loved to argue but instead she said, "Oh." Letting him pick her up and clumsily bring her to one of the beds. The world was dark, and she was fast asleep before she even had time to figure out who's bed it was.
Morning came after a dreamless night, the sun shining through the window and Marlene whined loudly and tried to cover her eyes with the blanket. Only, it wouldn't pull over her face as easily as she expected. Another unsuccessful tug forced her to look over the side of the bed to see Sirius laying on the edge of the blanket that was draped on the floor. "What hell are you doing?"
Sirius groaned, before replying sarcastically. "Thank you, Sirius, for leaving the party early to make sure I wasn't about to get sick on everyone and then sleeping on the floor so I could use your bed."
Frowning, she looked around and tried to recall the night before. It sounded familiar but she shook her head. "Since when are you sober enough at a party to take care of yourself, let alone someone else?"
He sat up and leaned his head against his bed. Still on the cold stone floor. "Guess you went too hard too fast. I didn't have a chance to get drunk yet. So, you owe me McKitten."
Unfortunately, he was right, but she wasn't going to admit that. "Yeah whatever, Black. You can get off the floor now, I need something to eat." He yawned and nodded sleepily, rubbing his eyes but standing as she did. Instead of getting into his bed though, he grabbed his shoes and house tie. "Where are you doing?"
"Breakfast. That's what you just said wasn't it?"
"Didn't think you'd want to come, everyone else is still sleeping."
"TRYING TO." One of the mounds of blankets beside them yelled. Sirius rolled his eyes and threw a pillow to see James appear. "Oi, I'm not the one who let the loudest girl in our year sleep in here and I'm not prepared to suffer the consequences of you allowing it on the only night of the week that I don't have Quidditch in the morning."
Marlene glared at him, but Sirius grabbed her arm before she could retort. After all, what could she say that wouldn't just prove James right? As they shuffled down the steps she looked to Sirius instead, "Loudest girl in your year?"
Sirius nodded, solemnly, "He must be tired, he meant in the whole school." This earned him a slap on the arm, but he continued dragging Marlene along with him anyway.
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She could have accepted this as a one off. Marlene got too drunk too fast, Sirius happened to catch her. He was obnoxious but not a bad person. And they were all friends after all. But a fortnight later, the morning after a big Gryffindor win where they decided it was cause for celebration, she once again woke up in Sirius's bed, and he once again woke up on the floor reminding her how he took care of her the night before. "Twice? Are you ill?"
"Don't feel fantastic sleeping on this floor so maybe." He gave her a smirk that makes most of the girls around him swoon. Marlene only rolled her eyes.
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The third time, Marlene didn't wake him up right away. She sat up, cross-legged really thinking about how this happened once, twice and now... Did she have a drinking problem? This time she snuck out of the dorm room. (Even so nice as to toss the blanket off the edge of the bed so Sirius could keep warm.) And tiptoed back to her own dorm, effectively waking Lily up as she got into her own bed. "Morning Marlene."
"I was being quiet!"
"I believe you were trying your best to be quiet, yes."
Marlene clicked her tongue, Lily laughed and turned to face her. "Where'd you end up?"
Without trying to sound too serious Marlene cleared her throat and laid down, in her own bed, facing her best friend. "Yeah, about that..."
"You and Sirius finally sleeping together?"
"What?!" And there was everyone else in their room waking up and groaning Marlene's name. She winced realizing maybe James had a point about her volume.
Lily sighed, "So no?"
"No! I'm not sleeping with him. I'm sleeping in his bed and him on the floor." Lily gave her a puzzled look before Marlene continued. "Do I have a drinking problem?"
With a sigh, Lily got up and sat on the end of Marlene's bed instead. "It's more that when you drink, you are the problem." A glare told Lily that she wasn't looking for a joke right now. "No, I don't think you have a problem, Marlene. We all party together. Some of us-" Gesturing to herself. "Don't drink more than they can handle and some of us," now gesturing to Marlene, "Like to keep the party going."
Grumpily Marlene sat back up and crossed her arms. "Usually, Sirius drinks more than me though."
At last, it dawned on Lily where this was going. She tried not to smile as she looked to Marlene. "Have you considered that maybe he's just trying to look after a very pretty friend?" Marlene cocked an eyebrow. Lily laughed and waved her hand away. "Mar, if I ever get concerned about your drinking, I promise to let you know. And if you ever want to figure out why you keep waking up in Sirius's bed. Just open your eyes."
"I'd like to close my eyes and sleep, the boy's dorm smells funny, and I sleep better here."
"Mhm. Defecting. That's what I thought. You have a nap, and I'll bring you back some toast."
"Thank you." Marlene replied weakly, angry that she was being forced to act like she didn't want more input on what Lily was thinking and why she kept waking up in Sirius's bed instead of her own.
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A few days later, they had yet another reason to celebrate. Which no one could remember what it was once they all got together. Marlene raised a cup to her lips, pretended to take a sip and put it back down. She noticed Sirius do the same fake sip. Ten minutes later she saw him switch his still full cup with Peter's now empty one. (Not a great idea, Peter had trouble finishing two drinks without passing out.) Marlene continued to pretend drink while talking to Mary when Sirius appeared beside her, a cocky grin on his lips. "How you feeling Marls?"
Stopping mid-sentence to Mary, she turned. "Why are you only pretending to drink?"
"Could ask you the same." He clinked his empty cup against her still full one. "What's up?"
Her eyes narrowed. "I just don't feel like it tonight. Need to get a good nights rest."
"Promise?"
"I solemnly swear."
That made SIrius chuckle and Marlene had no clue why. He dismissed her inquiring look and said, "Well if you're not then I will." And with that he took her drink from her and downed it. Marlene didn't have time to wonder what was going on before Sirius walked away to jump into James's arms (the guys are so weird) and Mary pulled Marlene back to what she had been talking about.
Mary went on, and Marlene kept glancing at Sirius until eventually Mary let out a very loud sigh and lightly smacked Marlene's hand. "Have you heard anything I've said?"
"Um. Yeah. You're worried about herbology."
In disbelief Mary threw her hands up. "I was talking to you about a Slytherin girl I like, and I don't know what to do. Merlin's Beard you and Sirius are useless when the other one is around." And she stormed away before Marlene could even think on how to reply. Dorcas looked her way but left when Mary whispered to her. More frustrated than before Marlene looked around and saw James trying to keep holding Lily's hand while Sirius remained on his back. And finally, her eyes settled on Remus who was laughing along but met Marlene's confused look and managed to get over to her without being questioned.
"Where'd your friends go?"
"Aren't you my friend?"
Remus nodded patiently. "Of course. I meant Mary and Dorcas. They left without you?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I am apparently too distracted to be their friend tonight."
Another nod, and Remus let his eyes flick over to Sirius for just a moment then back to Marlene. "Oh, for fuck's sake, I am not!"
Remus's arms went up defensively. "I wasn't saying anything. I thought I heard my name."
"You're a terrible liar."
He grinned, "I could be better. So, what are you going to do?"
"About what?" Now her own eyes went to Sirius, onto another drink already. He had climbed off of James and was talking animatedly to Peter.
"Have you figured it out yet?" When she heard his voice, she snapped back to him and blinked a few times. "No, you haven't." Remus paused, wondering if this would count as a betrayal to his friends. But figured Marlene is a smart girl. She will see it eventually anyway. "He doesn't drink if he thinks you will be anymore. Sirius wants to make sure someone is looking out for you. Not that your friends would ever stop looking out for you but- He'd rather know you're in safe hands himself."
Marlene laughed loudly. "Yeah sure, I believe you." Her eyes rolled dramatically but didn't Sirius only start drinking when she said she wouldn't. And he had been watching her. And she had woken up in his bed 3 separate times now. No ill intent other than her getting a good night's sleep. Remus didn't push the matter or say anything else. He let Marlene stand there, thinking about what he had said. She saw Sirius look over to her, his eyes checked her hands were still empty of cups, winked, then went back to whatever he was doing. "I actually- I should go apologize to Mary and... let Lily know we've gone to our room will you?"
With a nod, Remus stepped back to his friends and Marlene excused herself. She however did not go straight to Mary as she should have. Instead, she went down further into the common room and sat in front of the fireplace. Pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them she rested her head on her knees and let out a loud grumble. What the hell did it mean that Sirius was keeping an eye on her. Should she be offended that he thought she couldn't take care of herself? But he had helped. The last few nights her hangovers had been minimal, and she got a good sleep too. There was always water by his bed for her. Why would he do this? Lily and James were a recent development, but they all saw it coming. Besides, Lily wasn't one to baby Marlene. She let her deal with the consequences of her own actions. Eyes closed, she let out another audible gruff at the whole situation.
"Jeez McKinnon, I haven't even sat down yet."
Her head jolted up and Sirius was there, placing his drink on the table in front of them and sitting next to her. "What are you doing here?"
He shrugged.
"You seem sober for someone who was just jumping on his friends back a few minutes ago."
"I'm offended Marls. I don't need to be drunk to act like an idiot and you of all people should know that."
Why was he so annoying. "Well, then go be an idiot with your friends."
"Nah." He leaned back on the couch, putting his legs up on the table. She watched him, her cool blue eyes studying his moves carefully. "You weren't promoted to prefect recently, right? I'm allowed to sit here."
"Sod off," she sighed, eyes still on him.
"I'm good thanks. Thought you went to talk to Mary about her crush or something?"
What the heck, how did Sirius know about this crush and Marlene didn't? "What is up with you lately?"
Genuine confusion took over his face.
"You know about my friends love life. You're not drinking. Allegedly you've been helping me when I drink too much."
His eyes sparked in recognition. "Allegedly? You've been there. And for the record I still take Arithmancy, and you don't. We're with the Slytherins. It's where Mary met this girl. Personally, I think it's an awful idea and I think she's gonna go for it. But you know how I feel about Slytherin's."
Marlene chewed her lips, this all seemed reasonable enough. "Sirius, why aren't you drinking?"
"What did Moony tell you?" It was Marlene's turn to shrug. Which was all Sirius needed to see. "Yeah, I thought so. Guess the McKitty cat is out of the bag."
"But why?"
Sirius thought for a second. He sat up and leaned in towards Marlene. "Why do you think?"
"I don't have a clue."
He leaned in closer. She blinked and felt her over mascara'd lashes catch on Sirius's nose. "Yes, you do. You're just too stubborn to see it."
Her breath caught, she was suddenly aware of the way air tasted on her tongue and she couldn't move from her position even if she wanted. "I'm not stubborn."
He didn't make a joke or laugh or move away. He also did not come closer. But his eyes looked slowly down to her lips and then back to meet her eyes. "I look forward to the day that's true, McKinnon."
Was air always this hot? Why did she feel sweat pooling on her forehead. She wet her lips with her tongue, then rubbed her lips together and opened them again. "I don't understand what's- wh- why?"
A sigh. Disappointment maybe? Then he stood up, leaving Marlene still sitting, head awkwardly against her knees. Having no clue what just happened. "Goodnight McKinnon. Sleep well." His steps gently faded in that fashion that drove Marlene crazy. Like he was born so rich even his footsteps sounded like velvet. Her heart was racing. But that was probably just from being worried about Mary. And the coldness and emptiness of the common room seeped into her like it never had before. But that was just the fire waning. And suddenly her entire body was craving closeness. But no, it was the relief of Sirius walking away after being so oddly close. How did his breath smell nice and had his cologne always been that sweet freshness of citrus.
She stood up, stretched her body and began the slow ascend back to her room. When she reached where Sirius would have turned off to get to the boys room, she paused. Every girl she knew had a Sirius Black phase, but that wasn't her. Whatever just happened was just- Well maybe it was all a dream. Although dreaming about Sirius watching her lips didn't seem much better than experiencing it. She shook her head and went through what happened in her head over and over and over. Her feet found their way to her bed, she did not hear whatever was being said to her by Mary and Dorcas. Instead, she said, "It's not a drinking problem, it's a Sirius problem." To which Mary sighed and mumbled something about how long it had taken Marlene to realize this, and Dorcas replied saying she wasn't sure Marlene was there quite yet.
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Chapter Two: The Pregnancy
This story has a vice grip on me right now. It's so hard to concentrate on anything else. You guys should thank @justalittleconfusing because she made this chapter what it is. I mean, it kind of sucked before she dug into it with me. You can thank her for the ending scene especially.
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Selcouth
Fifteen hours with someone wasn’t a lot of time to get to know a person, but an invisible string tied Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley together. Fate had more planned for them.
Chapter One: Fifteen Hours
Because I'm impatient, I decided to start posting the story now since the first chapter is all ready. Don't forget to drop a review. They really do motivate me to keep on writing.
Lily Evans: He clearly doesn't know Aaron well enough.
Em Whitehead: What's the deal with Aaron?
Lily Evans: He's super unreliable.
Beatrice Booth: Yeah I love my brother, but he's as dependable as a crocheted pisspot
If you need help for any reason he'll vanish on you straight away
Like, our younger sister is deaf so we all committed to learning BSL super early on, except for Aaron because it was "too hard"
Em Whitehead: So how does he communicate with your sister?
Beatrice Booth: Just talks at her
Between her hearing aid and lipreading she can pick up on maybe a third of what he's saying??
They don't see each other much anyway, but he can text her whenever he wants and he never does
Em Whitehead: Oh shit
What an arse
Beatrice Booth: Like it's cool, nobody's mad at him and he shouldn't have to learn a language he doesn't want to learn, but it does kind of fit with his pattern of never being there for you when you need him
So even if Remus was going out with me with like, nefarious intent, it's not like Aaron would do anything about it anyway
Lily Evans: Lol yeah
He'd be like, "Bro, stop."
And if Remus said no he'd just shrug and forget about it.
Beatrice Booth: "I tried my best, bro"
Is what he'd say
Lily Evans: And he'd really believe he tried his best, too.
Are the Wesley brothers going to try to have a “talk” with Harry in the new fic? I could see them getting all protective over James and telling Harry he better treat him right, and that little cabbage is going to be like ‘I’m going to love my boy so much he won’t remember a life without me.” And Ron just turns to Ginny and says ‘if you don’t marry him, I will’
Oh my gosh. This is everything. I love this idea! Of course, Ron would threaten to marry Harry. Those boys love each other in every universe.
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Sirius never thought Harry would go from calling him See-See to calling him Dad in a million years. He supposed he should have anticipated the possibility, so he didn’t clam up during his twenty-third birthday dinner.
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Harry’s part in the conversation ceased as Remus brought up some new Transfiguration theory that had recently been discussed in Transfiguration Today. His eyes roamed around the pub, watching as people drank and laughed and gesticulated sloppily. His eyes stopped on a pretty redhead at the bar. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, whisps of hair falling down on either side of her pale face. She smiled like the setting sun, her entire face lighting up as she chatted with the bartender.
Harry licked his bottom lip before he drained his beer. “Hey, I’m going to grab another one. Want anything?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Sirius replied.
“No, thank you, Harry,” Remus added.
Harry wiped his fingers across his mouth to ensure there was no foam as he approached the bar. He took a spot next to the redhead and ordered another beer. Slowly, he turned his head to see the redhead looking at him with the corner of her mouth quirked.
“Not very adventurous, huh?” the woman asked, leaning her side into the bar so she could face him.
Harry mimicked her. “Adventurous, yes. Wanting to get so shit-faced that I can’t move in the morning, no.”
The woman furrowed her brow. “That’s a very unique accent.”
Harry chuckled. “I was born in England and then raised in America. It gets muddled sometimes.”
“Ahh, that’s interesting,” the woman replied, brushing her ponytail behind her shoulder. “Born and raised in England. No foreign country interference.”
Harry chuckled as the woman’s drink was sat in front of her. She grabbed it but didn’t move from her spot. Instead, she sipped her drink and looked over the rim of the glass at him.
“What brings you to Wales?” Harry asked, leaning his elbow on the bar.
“Work,” she replied. “You?”
Harry’s face scrunched up. “Uh… helping a family friend,” he settled on saying as his lager was placed in front of him.
“I’m Ginny, by the way,” she introduced himself.
Harry swallowed, knowing he shouldn’t give his real name while in the United Kingdom. “James.”
“So, James, are you here with anyone?” Ginny asked, her eyebrow arching.
Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m actually here with my, uh, my dad,” he replied, deciding calling Sirius his dad was easier. “And his old childhood friend,” he added, waving in the direction of the corner table.
Ginny peered around him, her eyes squinting. Harry doubted she could see them. It was dark in the pub.
“How about you?” Harry asked, his thumb brushing along the glass. “Are you here with your, your boyfriend?”
Ginny laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. “No boyfriend. I’m here with my friends,” she explained and pointed to a table in the middle of the pub where there was a good ten girls sitting around the table all ogling at them and making kissy faces, clearly drunk.
“I can, uh, I can let you get back to them, if you want,” Harry said, shifting his weight. “Or, or we can sit at the bar and chat.”
Ginny offered him a sly smile and slid onto the bar seat next to him. She crossed her legs, taking another sip of her drink. Harry’s chest fluttered as he took a sip of his own drink to calm his nerves. He wasn’t the pick up a girl at a pub type of bloke. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of girls he kissed, dated, or slept with.
“So, what do you do?” Ginny asked, cocking her head to the side.
Harry searched her face, feeling very relieved that if he messed up any terminology that he could blame it on living in America too long. “I’m training to be a doctor,” he replied, his brows twitching on the last word and hoping it was correct. “You?”
“I actually play… football,” Ginny replied, offering him an upside-down smile.
“Do you really?” Harry pressed.
“On an all-girls team,” Ginny continued. “It’s my first year on the team. Well, if you can call it that. I’m on the reserves, so… yeah. Wish me luck.”
“Still impressive,” Harry argued with a soft smile. “And I wish you all the luck in the world.”
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