#swearfam

[ravencalws]

@slytheringirlsgang event: rarepairs - luna x hermione

 “I am tired of their stories, let us write our own” 

[founditinsilence]

the only good thing to ever come out of formspring is this proof of my undying love for @taylorswift

at my twelfth birthday party i shushed all my friends and announced that i was going to play them my favourite music video (love story) on my new ipod classic

i’ve barely touched the buttons on that ipod because you’ve stayed constantly on shuffle since then. i used to have your fairytales in my ears to distract me from the name calling and the friendless days and the empty lunch tables.

things are better than they ever were now but i’m still dancing round my room in my pjs getting ready for school (/ uni/ bed/ to shower/ to go out/ at literally any time of the day) listening to you and belting the lyrics at the top of my lungs

it didn’t work out as easily as i hoped to see you the next time you came to the uk, but 8 years later it’s finally happening (turns out dreams really can come true when you’re ready and willing to book a flight and swap countries for a night)

if you want to find me and @we-found-wonderland-at-hogwarts we’ll be the ones screaming, crying, sinking drowning and likely dying in UPP717, row H, seats 15-16 on the 15th of june in dublin

i would love to give you a hug that’s 8 years in the making but if i don’t get the chance i hope u can feel my love from all the way up in the nosebleeds xxxx

[emhoardsbooks]

behind the curtains

Remus and Sirius don’t know what’s developing between them. It takes sharing a bed to set them down the path of understanding what their feelings really are.

read ch. 1 on AO3 // read this ch. on AO3

CHAPTER SIX

i.

Remus spent almost the entire summer at the Potters’. His parents didn’t seem to mind. Honestly, he thought his mother was a little relieved not to have to deal with his little problem. He didn’t blame her.

Instead he spent the long summer days exploring muggle towns with the boys and Lily, getting ice cream floats and catching fireflies. Merlin it sounded so lame, but they knew this was their last summer of freedom before the real world. And as it stood the real world didn’t look so exciting to be a part of at that moment.

He and Lily would stay up late at night, whispering about what it’s like to have muggle parents, and wondering if they’d still have some of the same friends when they returned to Hogwarts.

Remus didn’t mind when he wasn’t chosen as Head Boy.

Things already felt hard enough without the added stress and besides, now he would have more time to spend with Sirius.

He rested his head on his boyfriend’s—it was still so weird calling him that and yet, it felt oh so right—shoulder as the train sped closer to Hogwarts. He would have to leave soon to attend the prefect meeting, but for now he would stay here, happy and content.

Sirius pressed a kiss to his forehead and they sped on toward their final year at Hogwarts.

Toward one final year of bliss. Before the pain of a war would tear them all apart.

ii.

The first month of school went by faster than ever and Sirius was happy it was finally a Hogsmeade weekend. He and Remus had decided that they would stay in, sleep late and take advantage of an empty dorm room.

They had yet to go all the way—as Peter called it, complete with eyebrow waggling. But oh how Sirius longed to. He thought maybe with the others gone to Hogsmeade for the day, this could finally be their chance.

He pressed a kiss to Remus’s bare shoulder, relishing the softness of his skin against his lips. Remus turned his head and smiled at him, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

Sirius loved that look.

“Morning,” he said.

“Not quite. I think it’s already noon,” Remus groaned as he stretched.

“What can I say, I like being in bed with you for as long as possible.” They hadn’t spent a night apart since returning to Hogwarts. Even after the last full moon, Sirius had snuck into the hospital wing and stayed with him. Remus had been so pale, so tired, and still he had been cracking wise ass jokes so good Sirius’ sides ached with laughter the entire time.

Remus rolled on top of him suddenly and Sirius gasped. The mischievous smile on his boyfriend’s face sent shivers down his spine and he curled his hands into the waist of Remus’ pants, pulling him closer.

“I can think of some things that would keep us in bed even longer,” Remus whispered into his ear. Sirius’ back arched as Remus began kissing that spot on his neck. His hold beneath Remus’ pants to the bare skin of his hips and tightened. Remus knew what that spot did to him. It drove him crazy with pleasure but it also tickled.

“Enough,” he hissed before twisting his head to capture Remus’ mouth with his own.

Sirius often felt like snogging Remus was like drinking firewhiskey. It was warmth and pleasure and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The curtains on their bed were yanked back suddenly and they nearly jumped apart. They were comfortable with James and Peter catching them occasionally after they had been officially been together for nearly five months now. It was just bound to happen. But still some warning would’ve been bloody nice.

Sirius glared up at James, assuming he was about to hear once again about how James was worried about making a move on Lily. Instead his friend’s face was serious. That made him pause and he propped himself up on his elbows.

“What is it, mate?”

“Both of you get dressed, we’re having a meeting up here in ten.”

Then he was gone, leaving Sirius and Remus to ponder what was going on.

It better be bloody good for interrupting us.

iii.

Remus lay in his bed that night, mind reeling from what they had learned that day. After he and Sirius had dressed, James came back with not only Peter and Lily, but Marlene and Mary too. It had been odd, seeing all the girls in their dorm. He thought he noticed James looking between his mess of a corner and Lily nervously and found brief amusement in it.

Then Marlene shared the information she had with them.

“I’m good friends with Frank Longbottom, he used to help me with my herbology assignments,” she started. “We haven’t seen each other since he graduated last year so we met up for coffee in Hogsmeade this morning. He told me he’s joining an organization to fight You Know Who. When I found Lily and James and told them about it, they thought we should all meet here to talk.”

“It’s called the Order of the Phoenix,” Lily chimed in, “Dumbledore runs it.”

“Who else would,” James said.

The seven of them had talked about it for hours. What was happening outside of Hogwarts, what it might mean to join the Order. Whether Dumbledore would even let them join. It was a lot to take in. Remus wanted to fight, he really did, but a cold nervous fear had settled in his chest. What would it be like to fight a war with his condition? He didn’t voice his fears, even though he could feel Sirius’ increasingly concerned stare the entire time they talked.

Remus was still staring at the canopy above him when Sirius finally slipped into bed. He knew instantly from the way Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around him and pressed his face into his hair, inhaling deeply, that Sirius had decided to join.

“Remus, I—”

“No, don’t talk about it right now. Just sleep with me.”

So they did.

iv.

They didn’t talk about it again. Sirius thought maybe they would talk about it on Halloween. Or even on his birthday for Merlin’s sake. But Remus remained quiet about the Order, always walking away whenever any of them brought it up. It was driving him crazy.

The night before they left for Christmas break, Remus slipped into bed with a sigh and wrapped Sirius up in his arms. Sirius’ agitation nearly faded away as Remus kissed him and lazily ran his hands up and down his back.

They had had sex for the first time on Sirius’ birthday. It was kind of cheesy, he thought, but finally letting themselves belong completely to each other was the best birthday gift he had ever had.

He could tell Remus wanted it tonight by the way his teeth tugged at his lower lip and his hand slipped into his pants. And that’s when the realization appeared in Sirius’ head that they both wanted something. If Remus wanted him, Sirius was getting some answers first.

So he snuck his hands between their chests and gently pushed Remus away. The pout on his face was hard to resist but he was determined, dammit.

“I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about the Order,” he said sternly. A cold mask descended over Remus’ face and he rolled onto his back. Sirius thought for a moment that he might just stare at the canopy until he fell asleep and not say a single word.

“It’s going to be different for people like me, Sirius,” Remus said finally.

“For half-bloods? Remus the resistance is full of people like you, Lily is—”

“Monsters like me.”

“Oh.” Remus snorted at Sirius’ pathetic response. Of course that was what this was about, though. It always came down to this. Sirius understood, really he did. But it pained him to see how much Remus could hate himself for being who he was.

“Do you want to fight the Death Eaters?” he asked finally.

“Of course I do, but—”

“Then there’s no buts. We’re all joining the Order when the school year is over and that includes you.”

“I don’t know if it’s going to be that easy for me, Sirius.”

“Nothing will be easy, it’s a bloody war out there.” Sirius drew Remus back to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “But we’ll be together. And we’ll have Prongs and Wormtail, and don’t forget about the girls. They’re downright frightening, those Death Eaters should just quit now.”

Remus chuckled and kissed him back. Sirius knew the conversation wasn’t really over yet. But it was enough for now. So he kissed his boyfriend and dreamed about a future together when this war would be just another bad memory.

[madameolympemaxime]

Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!

[derrickperegrine]

@durmsnet get to know the members meme: [3/3] favourite characters - @durmstranqs

he's not at all like you'd think

viktor krum

[astoriagrxxngrass]

Hogwarts houses: Hufflepuff Be kind, always

[cedriicdigorry]

Instagram AU - Cedric Diggory (part 1/3)

See part 2/3 HERE.

See part 3/3 HERE.

In this AU, the HP universe is more modern (with social media, etc.). During the events in GoF, Harry beats Cedric to the Triwizard Cup, meaning Cedric lives and graduates Hogwarts. For four years, his Instagram is inactive as he juggles volunteering, travelling, a new relationship, his studies to become a lawyer at the Ministry of Magic, and personal internal struggles from fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts. He eventually reconnects with many of his old friends and schoolmates when his boyfriend convinces him that they should get back on social media as a way to normalize their lives. Here’s where Cedric left off when he disconnected from the world.

—Credit to @lvnderbrwn for the first template

—Credit to whoever made the second one, I found it on a random sketchy website, if it’s is yours please tell me so I can properly credit you

[pekkarolling]

Onions at Midnight: submission for @percyprotectionnet

Percy Weasley was downtrodden.

He wasn't, he reflected as he tapped the fountain pen on his desk, depressed. He was completely fine. Just a bit worse for wear, a bit like a handkerchief crumpled with tears instead of the starched one he'd been before. Yes--downtrodden was the right word. Nothing else. One wash and he'd be good as new.

Why, then, had Audrey Jones given him her card?

It read in simple, bold lettering: AUDREY JONES, THERAPIST. FIRST SESSION FREE. Like he needed a free session; working for the Ministry for eight years with steady promotion had given him galleons to spare, for once in his life. But the latter part of the card bothered him much less than the former.

Why would he need a therapist?

Percy glanced at the sole picture he kept on his desk. Him and Fred, before the war, before death had decided he liked the look of one of them a bit too much. In the photo, one edge of Fred's mouth was curling into a smirk and Percy's head was thrown back, laughing. A reflection of the other's usual expression. They stood in front of the Burrow, and in the corner of the moving photo, a broom and its redheaded, unidentified rider came into view.

That had been the summer Dad got the lottery win and they had wasted the money on something fascinating, yet frivolous. Right before they left for Egypt.

Percy realized he wasn't breathing and forced himself to. A quick swipe under the eyes told him no tears were there, which was unusual, but he still brought out salad ingredients from beneath his desk. He'd come up with the initiative of "create your own food" for him and his employees, which basically meant that his onions could create a stellar excuse for any tears.

Maybe no one would have blamed him for them, but he certainly blamed himself. Percy Weasley let sadness collect like snot in his handkerchief self instead of buying his own hanky. It was a lot easier, he had found, to pretend that sadness didn't exist than to find a way to fix it.

He was very good at pretending things didn't exist. Too good, in fact. If the war had taught him anything, it had taught him that.

Carefully, with practiced fingers, he started to chop an onion. Prewashed and on the cutting board he now kept in his desk, along with an assortment of tea bags. It was habitual. Routine. He hadn't had a lunch--or, as the time now reflected, a very late dinner--without onions in it in three years.

Maybe he was more than just downtrodden.

The chops were slow and rhythmic against the cutting board. He always took extra long chopping the onions because he was always afraid he might cry.

Maybe he would cry, right now. But he was a well gone empty, and for a moment, he wondered where his tears, as ever present as the dark circles under his eyes, had gone.

Maybe Audrey would help him find the tears. Or himself. Or something better than both. She wouldn't have leaned over from her stall on an unknown street and asked him, voice soft, if everything was alright if he had looked like everything was.

Onions forgotten, he fingered the card, glanced at the photo of him and Fred, then smiled.

Fred would want him to be happy. Fred would want him to laugh.

Percy wanted to laugh.

He stood up, a handkerchief unwrinkling. He looked at the card, memorized the number.

And then he called it.