Easy-boy

Udonta’s Boy

Disclaimer! I’m no writer, but I wanted to share this idea I had after seeing that leaked clip of Petter getting hurt. From the Infinity War trailer I believe? I saw it once and now it’s gone. But I created a scenario that Marvel Studios is more than welcome to use any way they want. I don’t even need to take credit, I just need a Rooker cameo okay? 

Everyone’s probs OOC just a head’s up.

Sorry if this sucks. Here we go:


Thanos watched the self proclaimed “Star-Lord” struggle to breathe.

“Too easy boy!” He laughed sinisterly.

“PETER!!!” Was that Gamora? No. He had no idea where she was. He didn’t know where any of his fellow guardians were. This was a fucking mess. God he hoped they were alright. Peter Quill could feel the darkness creep into his mind - at least the pain was fading away. But it looked like he was fading too.

“Peter hang on!!” He had no idea who was holding him now but at least he wasn’t gonna die alone. “PETER!”

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“Hey boy.” A familiar voice said gently. The Terran groaned. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He hadn’t heard that drawl in a long time. “C’mon Pete open yer eyes.” Wait what…? There it was again! “Yer alright son. I’m here.”

“YONDU!” Peter cried as he sat up and threw himself into the blue body before him. The old Centaurian chuckled as he hugged his boy in return. “Yondu!” Peter cried as his tears fell. If he was physically touching Yondu he really was dead but he’d worry about that in a minute. He needed this. “I wish you hadn’t of died!” He felt the touch of a forehead against his own. Yondu was smiling with tears in his ruby red eyes that Peter missed so much.

“I’m sorry Petey.” He said using the old nickname he used on Peter when he was young. The smile left him. “But even now I don’t got much time wit’chu.” He looked up at the stars with Peter following his gaze. “It ain’t yer time yet. I’m jus’ here t’ guide ya back.”

“NO!” Peter blurted out. The two just blinked at one another. He couldn’t contain a goofy grin as Yondu flashed him his old shit eatin’ grin.

“Still defying my orders, I’m proud of ya.” He barked with a laugh as he threw his arm over the man’s shoulder and ruffled his hair. “How’s Twig?” He asked, his features softening again. Peter was quiet for a moment as an overwhelming feeling came over him.

“I don’t know. This is the biggest battle yet. The team’s huge now - I wanna tell you all about it you’d never believe it! But we’re all scattered in smaller groups. I don’t…I don’t know. Oh God Yondu.” He looked up. “I can’t die now! That little doofus, well he’s a big doofus again actually but whatever he needs me. I can’t die!”

“Ya reckon that’s why yer here?” Yondu snapped slightly irritated. “Think I’m jus’ gonna let cha leave that lil’ Twig without his daddy? And yer girl? The rat? Yer family? What chu take me for Quill?”

“You saved my ass again as always.” Peter whispered as he hugged the Ravager chuckling at the grumpy huff that vibrated off of him. “Thank you.” He felt Yondu slump in his arms. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Wish we had more time.” Came the captain’s reply. “There’s so much I wanna say t’ ya but…”

“I know.” Peter whispered.

“Remember what I told ya.”

“You told me a TON of things old timer.”

“BOY!” Yondu growled. He chuckled as his big bear of a Terran hugged him tight. He put his hand on that strong chest and pat his heart. “Every thang ya do, do it with yer heart.”

“That’s cheesy.” Peter said with a grin. He looked down as a white light suddenly began to radiate from within him. “Wait…Yondu what’s happening?!”

“Time t’ git on back.” Yondu whispered as he held Peter one last time.

“NO!” Peter cried as the light had just about consumed him. “NO!!”

“Peter!” Yondu cried as he placed his hands on his face just like before and all the times before that. “It’s alright son. It’s alright. I’m still wit’chu always will be.”

“YONDU!!” Peter screamed as he faded away. “NO! NO! Yondu!! Dad! I love you!!” The old space pirate just stood there staring at his hands as small little stars seemed to twinkle and dance - the last of Peter’s light - before drifting away. He closed his eyes as his own body began to glow so he could join the stars once again. A proud smile touched his lips.

“Love ya too Peter.”

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And you better believe that as Peter came back to life, everyone could hear a familiar whistle. Like that of an angel. For a brief moment Thanos lost some of his composure. He had killed that boy! Everyone had seen it. This was going to be a tougher battle than he had thought. He should’ve known. That was Ravager garb the kid was wearing. There was one last whistle as Peter Quill slowly began to stand with Groot and Gamora steadying him, all of the Avengers gathered around them.

“Hey there jackass!!” The infamous Star-Lord roared with laughter as he lunged. The damn kid and that overconfident smirk, he’d seen it before! Thanos snarled as realization hit him. That punk was Udonta’s boy.

can we pls give more support for fat/chubby/curvy trans boys??? like all i ever see are skinny trans boys with “passing” bodies and “masculine” faces. trans boys with chubby cheeks and full lips exist. trans boys with wide hips and big breasts exist. trans boys with thick thighs, crooked knees, chubby bellies, chubby arms, breasts that are too large to bind, small breasts and big curvy hips, slim waists+big hips. they all exist. the curvy body =/= the female body. 

trans boys aren’t just slim, skinny bodies with sharp jaws and small breasts that are easy to bind. trans boys come in all shapes and forms. more fat/chubby/curvy trans boys visibility and support pls and thx

 Back To You and Tennessee

 Louis Tomlinson rises to rock and roll fame at age twenty three and is thrown into a life of luxury and excess, but being on stage isn’t easy for a boy who has always stuck to the side-lines, and Louis struggles to deal with his new fame as he joins the Grand Ole Opry and is sent out on tour with names like Liam Payne and Elvis Presley. His life takes a turn, however, when his childhood role model, Harry Styles, joins them on tour, and the two become closer than two men in the spotlight are allowed to be. 

 OR, the one where Louis is Johnny Cash and Harry is June Carter 

harry/louis | 57k  | explicit | ao3 | playlist |

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art by the wonderful Leyre

Mac Demarco asks
  • Ode to Viceroy: Are you a smoker?
  • My Kind of Woman: Whats your 'type'?
  • Still Together: How long is/was your longest relationship?
  • Salad Days: Would you describe yourself as an easy going person?
  • Blue Boy: Are you more of an internally anxious person or externally anxious person?
  • Goodbye Weekend: Do you feel you struggle to live up to your own expectations?
  • Chamber of Reflection: Do you like being alone?
  • A Heart like Hers: Do you think love changes a person?
  • Let my Baby Stay: Do you think long distance relationships work?
  • Passing out Pieces: Do you think you spread yourself too thin?
  • Without Me: Are you friendly with your exes?

1. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry. Sobs choke you on buses and in the bathrooms at school and most heavily late at night as you wait for a text.


2. This text won’t come. You cry harder.


4. You run into him in the hallways. You may try to catch his eye but when you do, it feels like ice slipping down to your stomach and proceeds to gather there like lead. Next time it happens you walk fast with your head down.


5. Polite mumbles are finally passed between the two of you. Maybe an obligatory thank you as he holds a door, or an excuse me as you walk past, utterly daunted by the prospect of brushing his arm. He mumbles an unintelligible reply, and your ears will by habit perk up to seek that special and soft tone of voice reserved only for you.


6. You won’t find it. And eventually, you stop looking.


7. The two of you are officially on speaking terms again. Possibly not one-on-one conversations, but if he’s in a group you no longer feel the need to exclude yourself. Your heart breaks as he laughs easily at other’s jokes, but then proceeds to mend itself and soar as he does the same to yours. He always loved your sense of humor.


8. You text him for the first time since everything happened. It’s strictly for homework help, it’s been nearly two months, and it takes you four hours to work up the nerve to hit send. He replies within the minute. You can’t help but marvel at the fact that even now, he’s still coming to the rescue when you call.


9. You’re good friends by this point. Conversations alone are no longer scary things, but something you hope to happen throughout the day. But then, when one does, his friend flashes you two a heart symbol across the room. Like a tidal wave crashing down on to the beach, you’re reminded of how much you still love him with such force it nearly knocks the breath out of you. You walk away without meeting his eyes. You go home with your head down.


10. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry.

—  How To Not Get Over A Boy In 10 Easy Steps
Under the Bridge | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre:
fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU
Words:
10.6k+
Warnings:
blood, violence (only really at the beginning), some swears, badass MC, SMUT that would probably be considered graphic?? idk
Notes:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Requested by japanesewonderflan:
I HAVE A REQUEST!!!!!! 🙌🙌🙌 Can you do a hybrid au! For either Jungkook or Jimin and you just found or bought them and they teach you about the life of a hybrid and what it’s like and then you start to understand but one-day you come home to them in heat????? 😄😄 If you don’t want to do the smut part, that’s fine too, I’m down for just fluff if you’re only comfortable with that. From your love 💙💜💚

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moonlight [part one]

Summary: James wants to know what she is. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader

Warnings: language (i think) and maybe a little bit of angst, but nothing too major (for now)

Note: I have no clue where this idea came from, to be honest. I think I might make this into a series if you all want me to.

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

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Gives You Hell Pt 1

Wednesday Afternoon: Study Hall

Sam: *trying to cast a spell* Erecto

Sam: Why can’t I get this right?

James Sirius: Whoa, take it easy Sammy-boy. I promise your spell is working just fine.


10 Minutes Later

James Sirius: Hey Sambrino, do you have last weeks notes from Herbology? I seem to have misplaced mine.

Sam: *Notes in hand* Nope. Go away, Potter


20 Minutes Later

James Sirius: Hey Sammy, Hogsmeade weekend is coming up… 

James Sirius: Do you wanna go with me?

Sam: Oh…Uhm….uh… I never my permission slip signed…

James Sirius: *Visibly put out*  Oh, alright then. That sucks but…. 

James Sirius: Hey wait! Doesn’t your dad work here…..?

Sam: *Is Gone*

James Sirius: What a nerd.

To Be Continued…

Not good enough

Prompt: “Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”

word count: 1260

warnings: angst

Originally posted by hardyness

Being Peter Parker best friend wasn’t an easy task. The boy was the most unselfish, caring and intelligent person you have met, however he was also the most oblivious one. He didn’t seem to notice how you were totally in love with him and had been for a couple of months now. The only person who knew was Aunt May, who insisted you told him about your feelings since he probably felt the same way.

“ I just know it Y/n! Can’t you trust me on this one?” you remember  May saying  as she tried to convince you of asking Peter out.

You wanted to, you really wanted to believe her, however you knew that was impossible, so you just keep on pretending that everything was fine and there were strictly platonic feelings. Although it was really hard for you, specially as you were heading to Peter’s to watch a movie together. The sort of things a couple will do in a date. Except you weren’t a couple, and it wasn’t a date.

Whatever, you were settled for pinning after Peter in silence.

                  —

Peter was supposed to be home after the Stark internship, however he wasn’t there yet. As you waited for the boy to arrive you lied on Peter’s bed and closed your eyes for just a moment.

After what felt like minutes later but was probably hours you heard some shuffling around, excited to see Peter again you lifted the covers but instead of finding your best friend you saw spiderman crawling down from the ceiling.

As you realized that his back was facing you, you quietly got out of bed and stood behind him, trying to be as quiet and quick as possible. You lifted your right arm above his head and pulled his mask to you, revealing a brunette haired boy in front of you.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, it couldn’t be true.

“Pe-Peter? Is that you?” you stuttered, trying to calm yourself down

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and it sounded kind of, angry? He still wasn’t facing you even though all you wanted was to see his eyes.

“I was waiting for you! How long has this been going on?” Despite your words Peter was still facing the wall “ Look at me Peter!”

He finally turned around but he kept his eyes locked to the ground as he said

“You were never supposed to find out, now that you know you can’t be here; you have to go!”

Why on earth wouldn’t he want her to know? They were best friends, they were supposed to tell each other everything!

“Why didn’t you want me of know? Do you not trust me anymore?”

His eyes locked at you with a glint of confusion and hurt. Of course he trusted you, but he had to protect you. He approached you and grabbed your shoulders as he said

“I do trust you, God Y/n I trust you more than I trust myself, but- but is not is safe for you! And I never wanted you to know who I am”

“Peter are you kidding? You are a freaking superhero! You have saved so many people! Why wouldn’t you tell me?!”

This was too much. Peter couldn’t stand there while you praised him for such things. Had he saved people? yes, but he had also let so many people down. So many people he couldn’t stop or save. It was just a matter of time before someone figured out his feelings for you and tried to hurt you. He didn’t deserve your love let alone your friendship. He didn’t deserve you.

“ I’m not as good as you think I am.”As you looked into your eyes you could see how fragile and weak this boy really was, how much he was hurting.

“Peter I know you. You are the same guy who helps old ladies find their way to the subway, the kind of person to help a little girl get her cat back from a tree, you helped me so much when I lost my father, with or without the mask you are still that guy”

“All I ever wanted was to protect you and Aunt May, I couldn’t bare to lose any of you! You have to stay away from me or they’ll come to get you!”

“Peter before I knew about you being spider man I could have gotten killed as well and it didn’t happen! And anyways, who is them?”

Was Peter in any sort of danger? Is that why he wanted you away?

Up to this point you have both tried to keep your voices down, however as the argument got more heated you started to raise your voices as well.

“Do you know how many people want me dead? They will do anything to get to me! Including hurting you!”

“Why would they hurt me?!”

“Because I love you! I love you more than anything! And if anything happens to you because of me, because of who I am I wouldn’t forgive myself!”

Peter gasped in horror as he realized what he had just said. He couldn’t believe he had said that out loud and neither could you. Did he really meant it?

He tried to push you away and turn around but you cupped his face before he could do so. You stared into his eyes and tried to show him how much he meant to you, how much you cared for him.

“Pete, I love you so much, I have loved you for a while now”

You brought you face close to him ready to kiss him until he mumbled under his breath.

“You shouldn't”

“Mmmh?” What was Peter saying?

“You shouldn’t love me, I’m not good for you” He tried to push you away one more time as he said, “Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”

It finally hit you. Peter felt so guilty over so many things that weren’t his fault. He was still punishing himself for deaths and accidents that weren’t him to blame.

“Peter you are the best person I know. You are the only one who knows all my fears, what makes me laugh and what will make me cry. You know exactly what to say and do to make me happy. And all those deaths, they are not your fault Peter! You are not a bad person, if anything you are the most noble and brave guy I know”

You approached him once again, this time holding him near to you as you hugged him. You lifted your face to see he’s already staring at you. There was truly nobody else who could make you as happy as he did.

You stared at his lips as both of you got closer, closing the distance between you. Finally after what felt like an eternity his lips touched yours, colliding into a sweet kiss that you’ve both been waiting since a long time ago. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his hair as he brought you even closer. After a few moments you both pulled away trying to calm down your breathing, your forehead touching with his.

When you finally opened you eyes and saw his you felt safer than anywhere else, You both knew this was exactly where you belonged. In the arms of each other.

“Peter, there is no one else I rather be with”

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So my absolute FAVORITE THING about BNHA really is that Midoriya can’t control his newly acquired Quirk. 

Not only did he NOT HAVE ONE and rely on his analytic abilities, but he also just got this new one, which requires patience, strength, and a great DEAL of endurance.

From a narrative perspective, this is fucking PERFECT.

This is not Naruto or Bleach, where he’s the “chosen” one with all the power granted to him by fate or destiny. 

He was CHOSEN, but it was by someone who saw something in him. 

Something good and earnest and kind and hardworking and worthy. 

But it’s so great, I love this series BECAUSE

We see Midoriya be the under dog. 

We see he has nothing super special like the rest of these guys. 

He’s not Todoroki skating over everything like it’s meaningless and Bakugo just flying right over obstacles.

Those who were fighting it out in the front while he was at the middle of the pack all this time. 

He’s using his fucking head and I honestly whooped when he did that!

When he rode a fucking piece of metal he was dragging around the entire time!

No one else thought of that shit. 

They didn’t NEED to, they rely on their Quirks. 

Sometimes they’re creative, but Midoriya has NOTHING to work with. 

He didn’t want to use his Quirk yet.

So he came up with a plan and then executes it AND THEN HE GETS IN FRONT.

Like dude, Bakugo’s RAGE just made me feel so fucking smug.

Like, my baby just made you eat SHIT, fuckhands mcexplosion. 

And Todoroki, easy breezy cover boy, stand aside, it’s Midoriya! 

Loved it. 

Honestly, that’s what attracted me to BNHA in the first place, the fact that Midoriya is such a sympathetic guy?

He makes you really wanna root for him and see him succeed and with other shonen, I just feel like you root for the protagonist cuz they’re the protagonist.

With Midoriya, if he were a minor character, I’d STILL focus on him. 

But because he’s the main character, we get a central theme about natural born abilities vs. hard work and it’s really done well. 

Ok, I’m done talking, resume scrolling. 

Hit My Balls

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: Hi!! I love your account so much!!!💕 After spending some time looking at the Jeongguk pitching pictures, I was wondering “Isn’t baseball player Jeongguk something we all need?” So can you please write something about him as a baseball player? Any other parts of the plot are up to you!!

Excerpt: ‘The rest of the team stood back, used to your daily fights that always ended in the embarrassment of Jeon Jeongguk; without the sight of his blushed cheeks or his stuttering for a comeback they would be more irritated.’

Genre: fluff, baseball au

Length: 1k

A/N: if you don’t know the song i dont dance and god forbid haven’t seen high school musical, a joke will fall flat for you. but just know it was meant to be funny.

also yes i am jumping on this weeks late but better late than never right?

Originally posted by nnochu


“Jeongguk, what’s that thing you’re doing with your leg? You look stupid not lifting it up properly,” you leant against the wire fence, with your arms folded as you watched him huff when he caught his team laughing.

“Well, how would you do it then?“ Jeongguk knew what he was getting himself into, you had taught him how to pitch after all and he knew better, but the boys often complained when he went all out. So he decided he was willing to put up with mild verbal harassment from you instead of his teams’ whining that their star pitcher was showing off.

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Write me another story

Write me a world where Love is to Love, not blood and quarreling and bitterness

Write me a world where a Godfather is worth more than an aunt who neither cares nor loves

Write a world with justice

Write me a world where someone stopped to listen to Sirius Black.

Write us a world where Mad-eye stood up for Sirius’ chance to defend himself because “it doesn’t matter how it looks, dammit, vigilance goes both ways, you watch your back against the people you fight with but you watch their backs too” where Minerva trusted her gut “I don’t know, Albus, remember those boys…” where Dumbledore used his political clout and paid attention and made a difference

Write me a world where there was time in the rejoicing of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat to stop and, not recoiling in horror from betrayal and murder and a decimated corpse, locking it up and throwing away the key, to take it and examine it and think for a second before destroying another life

Write me a world where a young man, terrified and heartbroken and completely lost, is handed a new world and a tiny human life as he walks out of Ministry security

Write me a world where a one-year-old laughs for the first time in a week when he sees his godfather, who comes for dinner every thursday night and throws him highest in the air - even higher than daddy - where is daddy - begins to whimper then laughs again when Sirius picks him out of Minerva’s arms

Write me a Deep Magic written into a stronger, stranger, older bond than DNA, a Dumbledore who sits his old pupil down in his office (with Snape - eyes red and face haggard - and Minerva and Flitwick standing behind) and sits down between them on the desk this child who wraps one tiny chubby hand around one of each of their fingers and grips tight; A Dumbledore who explains as best he can to an exhausted starving 21-year-old “Sirius, Harry’s mother gave her life for son… you are his Godfather and the one they both loved the most, will you love Harry like they did, will you protect him? Because I believe -” And a Sirius Black who cannot shut up (Sirius Black never could shut up), who blurts “YES yes of course please Dumbledore let me look after him, he’s mine now, its my job - I’m sorry I should have - my fault, it’s my (Minerva steps forward and lifts a hand towards his shoulder - he cannot stop saying my fault since it happened) - and, when Harry starts to whine again at the distress in his voice - “dear Merlin he’s soaking why has no-one changed him yet, I’m sorry, lil’ man -” (and Minerva lets the hand fall).

Write me a new visitor at the Weasleys’ that night, because “really, Sirius, you can’t keep him there now the place is freezing and trust me dearie I’ve got seven already one more bottle won’t make a difference now go and have a shower and NO I won’t hear of it you are STAYING THE NIGHT now look Bill dear, yes, he’s Harry, you’re right, no, a bit younger than Ron, I think, that’s right Sirius dear isn’t it, he’s…” but Sirius has already gone for a shower and the hot water rushes down his back like pure relief that finally, finally, here’s something like normality and finally, finally, he lets himself cry for his best friends, for his brother, for one more orphan in the world.

Write me a broken man with red eyes and a child who is only happy because he doesn’t understand, but a boiled egg is the best thing either of them could have possibly seen on that night.

Write me a Remus who appears in the middle of the chaos which is egg-and-soldiers-night at the Weasleys’ with a bang that sends the children shrieking and grabs his friend and hugs him tight “damn you damnyoudamnyoutohell Black don’t you ever ever do that to me again where’s Harry” and they both break down again and Molly scolds him for swearing and makes them a cup of tea and Arthur chases the children up to bed and they all sit down in the living room and take stock of this new world and try to tell themselves that now the children will grow up safe, that this is what Prongs and Lily were fighting for.

Write me a Minerva who goes to the Potters’ - and a Hagrid who absolutely insists on ‘helping her’ - and extracts what she can from the rubble and grim-facedly leaved the rest with the wizards who’ve come to begin the clearout and they bring Harry’s cot and blanket (miraculously, somehow, only just a little singed) to the Weasleys’ that very night. Write me a Sirius Black who holds a cup of tea (he never somehow found it in himself to tell Molly he really doesn’t care for tea) tight between his hands and begins to realise slowly (and it will be a slow, slow realisation, but eventually he will get there) that he’s not alone. Write me a Sirius who is exhausted and lost and angry and scared and sad and a room a little too full up of friends and family, and write me hope.

Write me a Harry who smiles a big grin full of exactly three teeth at Kreacher and a Sirius who swallows hard and resolves that this joyful little person won’t grow up in a house full of hate like he did. Write me a master and house-elf who gradually gradually learn to tolerate each other, over many years and with many a bitten-back word.

Write me a Remus who comes over most nights and spends periods living with his friend and their boy, who helps, with Kreacher a bit (he knows what it’s like to be ignored and marginalized and shunned and if Kreacher knew what Remus really was who knows what he’d say, but there’s something between them nonetheless), with Harry more (here, Padfoot, let me read to him - oh Moony thank Merlin I swear one more time through ‘Percy and his bloody purple wand’ and I’ll” - “ok, shh, give him here, come on Harry-my-lad…” ) and with Sirius a lot. Write me friends who help each other heal, and get used to Muggles confusing them for a couple with a son, and the varied reactions and bizarre questions that entails, and when Remus’ mother finally quietly passes away, he moves in for real. Write me a Remus who insists that he cannot take his friend’s charity, and even with all James’ money in trust for Harry and for Sirius as his guardian and all the Black family fortune going to waste will not be convinced until Sirius reaches out and takes his friend’s hand in both of his and says Remus I need you here - and Remus scoffed because Sirius was always such a drama queen and it’s been long enough now that they can joke about this - but at the same time, it’s not quite a joke, and Remus doesn’t suggest leaving after that.

Write me every Sunday lunch at the Weasleys and Harry round to be babysat whenever Sirius has something to take care of or needs time to himself, and Molly trying to teach Sirius how to change a nappy and realising it’s completely unnecessary because who really thinks Lily Potter would have had Sirius hanging about in her house twice a week hyping up her boy and not making himself useful in the slightest, of course he’d have learnt how to change a nappy.

Write me a Minerva who comes by frequently and has Harry to tea at Hogwarts every so often when he gets a bit older, for James and Lily’s sake and to check that young Black isn’t raising too much of a ragamuffin - and for the most part, she and Molly and Remus between them manage a healthy level of manners in a fairly ordinary 6,8,11-year-old boy.

Write me a Harry and Ron who grow up together, an extra slim (but never skinny) dark-haired, pale (but never unhealthily so) brother to an unruly pack of seven, an overgrown garden to race toy brooms in, gnomes to be bitten by and a mother to scold all her children indiscriminately.

Write me a Sirius who comes to collect his godson in time to stay for tea and Molly who says “look there now Sirius!” and Sirius looks out and sees his boy - easy to spot out of among the five gingers fighting over a broom - break away from the group and jump and swing the old cleansweep under him before he hits the ground and zoom away around the treetops laughing “no hands Fred you gnome-end-sucker!” and Sirius feels something sharp clench in his heart because he looks so like James (and James is never ever going to do that stupid move ever again) so it’s grief, fresh as the first month, but also he is six, how can he already do that jump thing? so it’s also pride and, scariest of all he is six, that language - and he finds there are tears streaming down his cheeks and he can’t speak too well and Molly just sits him down and gives another of her interminable cups of tea (he doesn’t mind them so much now) and pats him on the shoulder, and he glances up and sees that there are tears in the corners of her eyes, too. But he drinks the tea and it passes and by the time the children come in complaining about something and clamouring for cake there’s no sign of anything amiss.

Write me a Harry who grows up with a godfather who makes mistakes, who cries and shakes some nights with flashbacks that overtake him, who never had good parents of his own and isn’t too sure what they look like exactly, but damned if he won’t do all that he can for his friend’s boy - and not even his friends’ boy, either, his boy, his Harry, because really, in the end, what is a godson but a son by another name, and what is blood but love? Write me a Harry who grew up with stories of his parents from anyone who would tell them, pictures around the house (Sirius wonders whether to black Peter out of them, but this house has had enough blacked-out faces, and that was the best part of his life, after all) and no real family, but plenty enough friends to be getting on with.

Write me parties at Christmas with the old Order and their children because if there’s one season Sirius will make an effort for its Christmas and Grimmuld Place is the best venue for things like this. Write me a house too big for just two lads, but more often than not it’s three, (eventually permanently three) and sometimes more, (Hagrid fills up a room himself, every so often in the holidays) and Sirius is never ever used to how much noise and life one 9-year-old boy can instill in the gloomiest of houses, and surely he never had this much energy? (On reflection, yes, he did, definitely, probably more).

Write me a Dumbledore who watches and waits and prays - very un-wizardly habit, that, but he always had his eccentricities - and hopes. He hopes he is right and he hopes against hope that it will never be necessary to test his theories and Voldemort will never return and he hopes that nothing will change. He hopes that he was right to make the choices he did. But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts at the age of 11, healthy and happy and loved, with someone to hug him goodbye at the station and a friend to sit with on the carriage already and a “yes!” fistpump when the hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!” which - though he will never ever know it, who is to tell him? - is exactly the same gesture his father made when he received the same sorting twenty years ago - when he sits down with a little bit of overawed wonder in the green eyes, which is exactly how his mother looked, and waves to Hagrid, and turns to speak to the bushy-brown-haired girl next to him because she looks even more scared than he feels and Remus told him he should look for someone who looks like that and say hello, and starts to tell her what he plans to write home to his godfather about, and what will she write to her parents, he knows they’ll be so excited to hear about all of this I mean LOOK at it, look at Hogwarts, isn’t this GREAT? (and the very tense Muggle-born girl is relaxed enough to listen to someone else for the first time since Neville introduced himself on the train) - Dumbledore smiles. He won’t know how his choices pan out, and he won’t know what the future holds - but right now (and Minerva, watching the Sorting but with a smile to spare for her young Harry James, so grown up, agrees) it seems like the best that could have been.