Fiction & Poetry:

damnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!

bite the hand

as a fellow bi indian this actually means so much to me!!!!!! i have heard abt this "western influence" so much that there was a time i was afraid to even admit i was bi, even to myself. so, thank you :)

actually yknow what shoutout to indian lgbt kids. to indian lesbian kids, to indian gay kids, to indian bi kids, to indian trans kids, to indian nonbinary kids, to indian ace and aro kids. you’re not under “western influence,” i promise you, there have been lgbt people throughout our history, you’re wonderful and perfect and you deserve the world. ilysm.

yeah, once upon a timee..... where's marlene tho???!

once upon a time in the gryffindor living room… 🍾💋

i kinda needed this one...

happy birthday sirius :))

Sixty

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in honor of Sirius Black’s sixtieth birthday. hope he’s partying hard up in wizard heaven

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“He would have been sixty today.” Harry spoke softly, his voice barely over a whisper. Ginny turned in bed, reaching her hand out to cup hold of her husbands jaw as she gently rubbed her thumb across the stubble there. Harry just stared at the ceiling with shiny eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Sirius’ death was one Harry never really spoke about. He mourned his Godfather in private, unable or unwilling to discuss how he felt about it with anyone.

Ginny knew a little just from the small comments he made and the way he behaved on certain days. November third had become one of those days, a day where Harry sort of shut down and was reminded of how many birthdays his Godfather had missed out on—on how many birthdays Harry couldn’t spend with him.

“Sixty, huh?” Ginny said, equally as quiet. She was quite fond of her memories with Sirius. Particularly spending the summer at Grimmauld Place with him and the two of them finding solace in one another after waking from nightmares. She would talk about the Chamber of Secrets and how she still felt like her mind was being toyed with by Voldemort, knowing Sirius would not call her crazy for it. That he would understand. After all, he had spent twelve years with darkness corrupting his own mind.

“Yeah,” Harry said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Ginny frowned and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Do you want some tea?” She asked, mostly just to give him an excuse to be alone. Harry nodded minutely and she crawled out of bed, grabbing his hand and giving one last squeeze before slipping out of their bedroom.

Harry let out a shaky breath once he heard Ginny in the kitchen. He hated the fact that he still had a hard time coping with Sirius’ death. He supposed it made sense because of the way it happened. The fact that there was no body to bury, that the spell that struck Sirius in the chest had not been fatal. That no one but he and Lupin were there to witness it...

He wondered if it would be easier if Lupin were still around. If they could talk about it with one another. But of course, life had to rip Remus away from him, too, so Harry was forced to be alone in his grief.

Not that Ginny and his friends didn’t miss Sirius, too. Of course they did. But they were never able to fully understand the amount of grief and confusion he had felt watching Sirius literally slip away from him.

A tapping on the window pulled Harry from his thoughts and he sat up to see his eldest sons owl sitting there with an envelope attached to its leg. Harry got up to let the bird in, giving it a small treat before taking the letter and opening it carefully.

Hi Dad,

Don’t worry, I’m not writing you because something has happened, I just figured you’d like to hear from your favorite child. I’ve been working really hard during Quidditch practice and I think I could go against mum and have a solid chance at beating her! Headmistress McGonagall even says I am an exceptional player.

And since I know you’re going ask, yes my studies are going fine as well. But next time you see Professor Longbottom, can you please tell him to lay off on the homework? I mean, it’s herbology for Merlin’s sake. When will I ever need this as an auror?

Anyway, I’ve sent you something else in this envelope that I think you need more than I do today. I will be wanting it back, though! Frank and I have some epic pranks planned and we’ll be needing it’s assistance.

Love,

J. S. Potter.

P.S. Don’t mope around all day. I’m sure Sirius wouldn’t have wanted that.

Harry smiled softly, a few more tears escaping his eyes before he reached into the envelope once more and pulled out a familiar piece of parchment. His throat felt thick with emotion and he reached for his wand before silently whispering a spell.

“Revealio.”

Words appeared across the front of the map, something Harry never got tired of seeing, and he leaned forward to read them.

Messer Moony would like to say hello to Harry, and wonders why he would purposefully say the password wrong?

Messer Wormtail would also like to know why Harry would muck up the password and demands he try again.

Messer Prongs would like to tell Harry how incredibly smart he is, even if he did mess up the password and is prepared to offer some “solemn” advice.

Harry laughed lightly, reading over the words before finally reaching the bottom and feeling his heart constrict slightly in his chest at the familiar handwriting that used to write him so frequently.

Messer Padfoot would like for Harry to ignore the others and tell Harry that he misses him and not to feel so sad today. It’s my birthday after all.

Harry wiped away at his eyes and let out a soft chuckle. “I miss you too, Sirius.” He folded the map away carefully before getting himself out of bed and heading into the kitchen after Ginny, promising to celebrate his Godfather instead of mourn today.

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so this went completely different than what i originally had planned, but i hope you enjoy none the less :)

💗- kat

A very specific Sirius Black rec post for @v-a-l 😘

Always - Sirius (and Lily) being badasses in an AU where James and Harry died that night.

Stealing Harry - A classic Wolfstar raising Harry fic. Might be a bit too shippy for your tastes but I do love Sirius in this.

Contrariwise - This fic has me howling every time I read it. Sirius is so good and so in-character.

Dead Men Don't Bleed - Sirius & Harry centric, and an absolutely excellent fic.

The Unforgivables - I hate Snape but this has excellent Sirius (and Harry) characterization that I have a feeling you would like.

A Life More Ordinary - Another classic Wolfstar raising Harry fic with excellent Sirius characterization.

before the door of hell lamps burned - a very long Sirius-centric AU. His characterization is excellent here.

The Many Lives of Sirius Black - Sirius is so good in this series, especially Stronger At The Broken Places. Highly competent, badass, and in-character.

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

Cinderella marries the Prince, part 1/2

that's my HAROLDDD!!!!!!!!!

HARRYWEEN. New York City, NY. I

maaaaan-

Oh Moons.. Poor Sirius never stood a chance.

(2021)

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Opened photoshop on an old computer to find it had been saving a recovery file of an old Remus Lupin sketch for almost three years!! (Based on that one picture of the person reading from that one tumblr post a VERY long time ago)

Needless to say, re-fell in love with my own idea and had to finish it. Overall I'm SUPER happy with the line work!! It worked so good and I'm so proud!! :D