((This fic always stuck with me when I thought of how the trio was coping with playing soldier…))
The Marauders used to take turns taking care of Harry when the others had Order business or were too busy or needed a night off. It became a tradition among them, as they were passing the baby into the next caretaker’s hands, to say “you’re it. good luck.”
The last thing Sirius saw as he was falling through the veil was Remus running over to Harry, and the last thought that ran through his head was “you’re it. good luck.”
"You’re a sodding liar, you know."
Remus turns to his friend bemusedly. “What was that, Prongs?”
James nods to Lily and Nymphadora (Tonks, he is supposed to call her, but he remembers babysitting baby Nymphadora with Sirius in fifth year, and it has stuck with him) who are conversing at a distance from them. Sirius runs around the two women in his animagus form. “‘I’m never getting married,’” James mocks in a depressed tone. “‘No one would ever want to be with a werewolf.”
Remus’s lips twitch. “Well, I could’ve hardly predicted marrying Dora, mate. She was about seven and a half when I said that.”
"Another lie!" exclaims James, wagging a finger at him. "Told me you wouldn’t have kids, and yet there you were with Teddy in the middle of a war. I seem to recall you calling Lily and I fools for bringing a baby into the war, you bleeding hypocrite."
Remus bites his lip to stifle a laugh. “Teddy wasn’t exactly… intentional. It was a bit of a shock, actually.”
James snorts. “And you thought that we planned to have a baby at twenty-one when we were fighting on the front lines of a blood war? Harry just… happened.” His voice trails off in a softer tone as he speaks about his son. James smiles. “And it’s a good thing for the wizarding world that he did.”
"You still miss him," says Remus. It is not a question.
"Every day." James confirms without hesitation. "It’s strange… We left behind a baby. The Harry I knew still wore nappies. But this… grown wizard, he’s still ours, y’know? Still our boy, even if we couldn’t always be there to help him along.”
The other man releases a heavy sigh. “Two weeks,” Remus says, and it comes out in an almost croak. “That’s all the time we had with Teddy. He’s an amazing kid, and I love him with all my heart, but he can’t even remember ever seeing our faces. I’ve been more of a father to Harry than I have to my own son.” He seems to realize what he’s said and turns to James, an apology half-formed on his lips.
"I’m glad that Harry had you and Padfoot," James tells him, shaking his head. "Just as Teddy has Harry," he adds, clapping a hand on Remus’s shoulder.
"He’s a lot like you, James," is the quiet response Remus manages to utter. "More than he knows."
The two men sit like this for some time, until their wives and friend come to break their silence. And somewhere in another world, sit their sons, thinking of the fathers they almost knew.
I encased my heart in crystal I retreated to a safer place.
get it thalia, get it gurl
What the hell is Nico doing? He’s like: “Oh! A Jacket!”
It’s such a nice jacket tho
Friendly reminder that while most of the company went for jewels and coins when they made it to Erebor, Fili and Kili picked up a pair of harps and started to play them.
if you think that professor mcgonagall didn’t love james potter then let me just explain to you how wrong you are because among james’ many talents he was really fan-fucking-tastic at two things: quidditch and transfiguration and those just happen to be mcgonagall’s favorite things so guess what he may have been a little shit but he was her little shit and you know she loved every minute of detention she had to chaperone with him
Art by 노아
Translation by morningreminiscence
・゜・(ノД`) MY HEART!!
the wings of freedom on their capes are gone
yes but bilbo finding the oaken shield on his way back to the shire and planting the thing in his backyard without any particular hope and finding fresh green sprouts in the spring
#I read this#and heard a sound like ice cracking on a frozen lake#a deep and visceral boom of sound#AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS JUST MY HEART BREAKING IN TWO#FOR FUCK’S SAKE#WHAT IS THIS EVEN#SERIOUSLY???#oh this is agony#the pain is real (x)
realizing this is literally what Free! would have been like if Rin had never left to go to Australia. That right there is how Rin is supposed to be.
I NEVER NOTICED HOW HIS FACE SOFTENS BEFORE HE CHANGES DIRECTION SHIT
I just realized
this is when he is hearing Titan Eren screaming
and he knows that the squad wouldnt have let him change
which means his slight softening here is him realizing that they are probably dead
-You know you aren’t exactly the person I’d want to be around right now?
In which Percy finally found out. And probably feels quite guilty in a way..I don’t know…I want to draw and just forget about everything but I don’t have ideas and I am tired
'The Silvan Elves were hardy and valiant, but ill-equipped with armour or weapons in comparison with the Eldar of the West; also they were independent, and not disposed to place themselves under the supreme command of Gil-galad. Their losses were thus more grievous than they need have been, even in that terrible war…Thranduil [Oropher's] son survived, but when the war ended and Sauron was slain (as it seemed) he led back home barely a third of the army that had marched to war.' - History of Galadriel and Celeborn, Unfinished Tales.
Thranduil in the Last Alliance, by Touyake