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the most unrealistic thing about harry potter

is that no teacher ever called him James by accident, or that Ron never was called “Bill-, eh Charl-, no Per-, argh!”

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#45

Sirius gets his first tattoo when he’s 15. His friends think he’s a little young, but Sirius believes it’s the right time. He gets a small black pawprint on his chest, a place his parents wouldn’t typically see. A few months later, he gets a small lion on his ankle, then simplified wolf, deer and rat tattoos on the inside of his left forearm. A few days after him and Moony start dating (because he’s been in love with him for years, anyway), he gets a moon tattoo on his hip, and it changes depending on the actual phase of the moon at the time. In seventh year, he loses a bet to James, and Prongs makes him get a tattoo of a magic wand pointing at his ass on a butt cheek. Sirius hates this tattoo, but Remus finds it hilarious. He also has many runes tattooed across his body, some near his collarbones, on his wrist or behind his ear. When he gets out of school, he gets a whole sleeve done, depicting the Whomping Willow and a castle: Hogwarts, his real home. After Peter’s betrayal, Sirius scars out the rat on his forearm until it’s disfigured and bleeding. In Azkaban, he carves a heart next to the deer and the wolf, and every day, he checks the moon on his hip, praying for Remus’ safety, wishing to tell him how much he still loves him. He also looks at the lion on his ankle, reminding himself of who he is and where he belongs. The tattoos are part of him.

When someone touches one of your Harry Potter books.

harry: if i had a sickle for every time voldemort fired a killing curse at me and i didn't die

harry: i'd have two sickles

harry: which isn't that much, but it's weird that it happened twice

Coming Clean

Short little fun scene I wrote based on two gifs by @asktheboywholived XD 

Remus is all wet and Sirius is all hot and bothered and utterly confused.

The initial shock was caused by the fact that this had never happened before. Not in the entire six years of sharing a bathroom and a dorm room had anyone ever seen Remus John Lupin without clothes on. 

Well, not entirely. The other Marauders had seen him in the mornings following the full moon, but they were always quick to cover him with a blanket, both to respect his modesty about his scars and to make sure the poor boy didn’t freeze to death in his weakness. No one, however, had ever seen him on a perfectly normal day, in perfectly good health (Or as good as his health could be.) without clothes on.

He was always very meticulous about it. He showered while the others were still sleeping or, in later years, retreated to the privacy of the Prefects’ bathroom. He had mastered the art of changing his clothes faster than you could blink or would do so behind the closed curtains of his bed. 

 So when Sirius walked into the bathroom on an otherwise uneventful Thursday evening to use the toilets, he suddenly found himself choking on air.

There was Remus, completely starkers except for the towel wrapped low around his waist. At least, Sirius was pretty sure it was Remus. That was definitely Remus’ face, and his hair which was darkened from the dampness and dripping streams down his neck, to his muscular shoulders and lower, cascading down the scarred chest and lightly toned abs…

 When had Remus - scrawny, lanky, far-too-thin-and-pale Remus - become that? 

Sirius’ mouth felt dry as he watched the rivulets of water slowly drip down, down, down until they disappeared behind that blasted towel, thinking to himself that the only logical solution would be to lick his friend’s wet, glistening abs before he died of dehydration. 

What the fuck? He wasn’t sure where that thought had come from. Must be some sort of dog thing…should I turn into a dog? Wha-? No, you fucking psychopath, that’s even fucking weirder-

“Alright, Pads?”

Sirius blinked rapidly, tearing his eyes away from the light trail of hair that started at the other boy’s navel and - oh, that bloody towel again - to look at Remus’ face. 

 Remus was looking at him with concerned and confused eyes and Sirius thought he must look like a right git with his mouth hanging open and unable to speak. 

 “I…Er…” He shook himself and cleared his throat. “Erm…Toilets.” 

Remus raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching up. “Typically what one finds in the restroom, yes.” 

“S-sorry.” Sirius stuttered. What was wrong with him? He forced out a laugh and nodded to his friend. “Just….er…not so typical to find you in here, I suppose?” 

Remus sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Peeves flooded the prefect’s bath. I figured everyone else was still out and about and the dorm was empty when I got here so, I took advantage…Besides, I suppose it’s sort of pointless to keep hiding. It’s not like the three of you haven’t seen me in the shack, you know? And that’s a much worse site.” 

Sirius had the urge to tell him that everything he would see from this moment on in his life was a much worse site than the one currently before him. Merlin, he wanted to trace the muscles of the boy’s chest with his tongue - Stop that!

Remus frowned. “Are you sure you’re alright, Sirius? Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?” Before Sirius knew what was happening, Remus stepped closer until he was right in front of him, barely inches away and Sirius could smell the soap and the shampoo and the Remus. He bit his lip to stop the canine like whine growing in his throat as Remus laid his hand over his forehead. He wondered if Remus’ hands were always that warm or if it was from the hot water. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, only reminding him that if he leaned in just a bit, he could lap up the tiny pool collecting at the junction of Remus’ neck and shoulder. 

No! Bad Dog!

He quickly stepped backwards, plastering a grin on his face and shaking his head. “I’m fine, Moons! Really! I think…I think I’m just thirsty, actually? So…I think I’m going to raid the kitchens for some pumpkin juice, yeah? Anything you’d lick- ah! Er, I mean like?” 

Remus tilted his head to the side, still utterly perplexed by his friend’s odd behavior. “Not that i can think of. Would you like company? I wouldn’t mind a walk if you could wait for me to get dressed…”

No. Thought Sirius. No you should never get dressed. You should never have clothes on ever again. You should stay right here, naked and wet and fuck, do I have some shit to work out…

“Ahh, nope. No company for me, thanks. Actually can’t even wait. Entirely too thirtsy. Dehydration is terrible, you know. Makes your brain all foggy and weird and…well, bye.” He turned and darted from the bathroom before Remus had the chance to respond, forgetting all about his own need to use the facilities and desperate to find James to ask him if he ever thought about licking his friends, if that was even something stags did…

I found a Dustmouth comic I shockingly hadn’t read yet, and now I am completely distraught with Remus-Sirius-school-boyfriends feelings  ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

I identify with elements of both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw

I’m bisortsual