#hp-shessocold

[goodboylupin]

Hello hello could I have a heart please?

I give my great big box of candy hearts a shake...

I open it up to pull on out for @hp-shessocold and see the inscription...

MEET ME

[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I have something to tell you,” he says, and he takes a deep breath. He’s been expelled, thinks James, automatically. He’s been expelled and now he’s planning to hide here for the rest of the year. Great. Perfect.

“Look, Pads, I’m sure that if you talked to Dumbledore…”

“What?” says Sirius, taken aback.

“I don’t know what you did, but if they didn’t kick you out after that thing with Snivellus chances are that they wouldn't– ”

“James,” says Sirius, seizing him by the shoulders. “Stop. I’m not in trouble. Let me finish.”

“Oh. All right. What happened to you, then?”

“I, er, snogged someone last night.”

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The idea occurred to me while I waited for the Avengers: Infinity Wars stinger.

[killer-kelp]

Ok so I finally made a dedicated Wolfstar blog, you can follow me there if you like fic but resent being, er, subjected to all the Bowie pictures I reblog here.

@hp-shessocold

[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"She said that I was annoying and immature."

"Well, were you being annoying and immature when she said that?" asks Remus, very seriously.

Sirius snorts.

"Yeah," he admits. "A bit. But then again, I generally am, am I not?"

"You are," says Remus, looking a Sirius with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "Among other things."

[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Her name is Fleur and she doesn't wear knickers. In the venue's immaculate ladies' room, the photographer she's supposed to be questioning the furthest thing from her mind, Tonks lets her thumb stray into the cleft of Fleur's lovely arse. Fleur moans something in French.

“I want to fuck you,” Tonks says, her other hand on the back of Fleur's beautiful neck. “Come home with me?”

Fleur shakes her head.

“No,” she says, her smile wicked. “Here.”

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I tried my hand at Flonks. Also <3 <3 <3 Kraftwerk.

[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Wait, did you say it's green?" says Peter, in a slightly alarmed tone. "A green zit?"

"Yeah, green-ish, why?"

Peter swallows. He looks like he's on the verge of fleeing the table.

"Spit it out, Peter, whatever it is," says Sirius, in that bored tone that he never seems to use with James or Remus, no matter how inane their contributions to the conversation. "The suspense is killing me."

Peter swallows again.

"Well, I mean, don't you think it could be...?"

[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I always thought there would be time, he thinks, and in his mind he's mourning the life he'd assumed he would have: a nice witch, someone from a suitable family, to court, to go dancing with, to kiss goodnight while the house-elves pretend not to see. An afternoon out in the countryside, lunch in a secluded spot by a river somewhere, and a spontaneous gesture on the witch's part – something playful, to make Regulus understand that they're in it together, that she wants him just as much as he wants her – maybe a bared breast, or her skirt lifted just so – and a marriage proposal, gleefully accepted.

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[hp-shessocold]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Moony, what happened to you?”

“Huh?”

“Your hair,” says Sirius, staring at Remus' forehead over breakfast. “It's all wet, aren't you cold?”

Sirius' tone is nice enough, if slightly concerned, but Remus feels mortified.

“It's not wet,” he explains, addressing his bowl of porridge. “I put stuff in it to see if I could get it to lie flat.”

“Oh, all right,” says Sirius, about as alarmed as if Remus had detailed an attempt to transfigure his hair into a bunch of tarantulas. “Any particular reason for it?”

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I’m supposed to be REALLY FOCUSING on my thesis, so of course I went and revamped my Very First Wolfstar Fic to try and fix the dreaded Whiny Remus Phenomenon.