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villains who are like. shitty to kids are automatically irredeemable

people be like this is my otp and its an enemies to lovers with characters that have no shared interests except for their childhood trauma and hate for the world

a collection

thinking about werewolves and the concept of becoming a monster and discovering that something savage and uncontrollable exists within you and the potential that has to be a liberating narrative about growth and change and courage rather than a story about controlling and concealing it

can we ship people as friends please, can that be normalised, that would make me happy

this makes me emotional every time i read it-

They Told Me

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“Draco?” Harry asked, finger tracing the dips of the blonde’s ribcage.

At the sound of his name, he looked down to the head that was laying on his chest, running a hand gently through the messy brunette locks springing from it.

“Yes, love?” Draco answered, catching Harry’s abrupt change of tone.

“Do you think they were like us when they were younger? Do you think they loved each other the way we do?” Harry nearly whispered, his voice almost getting lost in the silence of the room.

“Who, Harry?”

“Sirius and Remus.”

Draco felt his throat close up slightly as the names rang in his ears. When Harry didn’t receive an answer after a few moments of silence, he pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking down at Draco concerned.

“Dra—”

“Yes.”

Harry froze —becoming very aware of the fact that his vision was exceptionally blurry due to his glasses being laid on the night stand— and focused in on Draco’s pained expression. His head was turned away from Harry, eyes looking out through the bedroom window.

“They were just like us,” Draco nodded, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his pale lips. “Though they didn’t have to hide it as much in their younger years I suppose —not like we did— seeing as how they weren’t fighting a bloody war against each other. They loved each other the way you and I do, yes, possibly even more.”

“But how do you know?” Harry questioned.

Draco looked back to his boyfriend, tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any moment. He placed a hand to the back of Harry’s head and pulled him against his chest again, burying a hand in his hair.

Countless memories of the night that Remus and Sirius had caught Draco lurking around the whomping willow well past curfew clouded over his entire mind.

The sorrowful look that Sirius gave Draco upon finding him crying about how he didn’t want to have to kill the only boy he had ever loved, verbally refusing to have that blood on his hands.

Remus taking a seat beside his shaking form, offering nothing but a warm smile and comforting words as he assured him everything would be alright.

The both of them staying outside with Draco for the remainder of the night, telling him the story of two boys who were very much in love, but allowed a nasty war to separate the two of them for too many years.

The conversation he had with them just days before Sirius would die, the pair telling him that even if he failed at everything else in life, he needed to succeed in making his feelings known before it was too late.

The secret note he had received from Remus just minutes before all hell broke loose, making Draco promise that he would protect Harry with all his life because he wasn’t going to be able to do it anymore.

The tears finally started slipping down Draco’s flushed cheeks as he tightened his grip around Harry. Letting out a silent breath, his eyes drifted back to the moon hanging outside the window.

“Because they told me.”

heard this woman called joanne rowling wrote a longass fanfiction about my ocs remus and sirius? weird that she didn't get permission from me first :/

Me when my players are trying to guess the answer to a puzzle

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sirius would be the rich heir and remus would be the cute stablehand

just something to think about