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“When are any of my kids going to get a girlfriend?”

Harry asked this aloud at the dinner table.

Both James and Albus tensed. Teddy snorted.

James’ eyes quickly flicked up to the multicoloured teen across the table from him, noticing the small smirk on the other boys face. If his father knew what went on between the two, God only knows what would happen.

It wasn’t that Harry was homophobic; he just hadn’t realised that his children were homosexual.

Albus’ mind flickered to the young Malfoy boy he shared a dorm with, a small smile growing on his face as he remembered tender touches from time spent at school. Perhaps just a peck on the lips or a hold of a hand, but it was enough to make the young boy blush.

Lily Luna glanced at her brothers, until she made direct eye contact with Teddy next to her. He raised his eyebrows jokingly, aware of her knowledge of what went on in her brother’s lives. She had been attending Hogwarts for three years, and was very observant, so it was clear to her that her brother’s were gay. 

As Teddy’s eyes shone with a certain mischief, the young girl took it as a challenge.

“Oh, I can invite her for Easter if you want, dad?” The bisexual young one smiled, “I’m sure she’d be delighted, she’s a big fan of not letting people die.”

“Oh,” Harry spluttered, “Yes, okay,” His eyes searched for help from his wife, until realising she was visiting her mother that evening, “Um, anymore confessions?” he carried on jokingly.

“I’m gay,” both of his sons stated in sync, as Teddy Lupin burst out laughing.

Random Teddy/James headcanons….

James won’t let anyone call him anything except James, except for Teddy who has about 100 different nicknames and terms of endearment for him and is the only one who would ever get away with it

Teddy always has chocolate in his pockets, and sometimes he forgets about it until after things have gotten a bit hot and heavy with James and he finds the melted sweets.  James always laughs at him, taking Teddy’s fingers with a wicked smile and licking it off.

James loves Teddy’s appearance, loves his piercings and tattoos and his wild hair.  It’s so unaffectedly Teddy; its bold and unforgettable.  But his favorite is when Teddy is sleeping, when everything sort of slips away and he’s so relaxed, his hair its natural plain brown and his face so relaxed.  James loves him like this the most not because he’s less of anything, but because James knows he is the only one who gets to see him like this.

No matter how old James get, or how long they date, he never seems to get tired of broomstick innuendo, sliding up behind Teddy at family dinners and gleefully whispering “Wanna go for a ride on my broom, Lupin?”

James has no shame. At all.  It isn’t long before the family stops looking for them when they go missing on holidays or celebrations because they already know what they’re likely to stumble upon.

No matter how much James pretends not to be sappy or sentimental, Teddy knows it isn’t true.  Teddy knows he keeps a box hidden under the bed with cards and travel tickets and little things Teddy has given him.

Teddy isn’t sentimental, not the way James is.  He doesn’t need bold romantic declarations and he doesn’t keep cards and letters.  All he needs is James, right beside him, all he needs is one touch or kiss to remember everything.

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God, I love these two so much.

Huge family dinners were a regular occurrence in the Potter household.

Everyone brought food and drink (which mostly led to them having 8 bottles of wine and 10 different desserts)

People usually arrived in the same order as well.

Ginny would open the door for Hermione, Ron and the kids right on time. Next came Molly and Arthur a few minutes later. Fred’s family maybe 10. Bill and Fleur a few minutes after them and so on.

When it got past the hour mark, only James was left waiting by the door, sat on the bottom step of the staircase.

He’d entertain himself, picking threads from the carpet, until he heard the faint pop just outside the door.

He was up in a second, swinging the door open.

Teddy’s fist was still raised in a motion to knock. He didn’t have time to lower it, his smile hadn’t even fully formed on his face before James was pulling him over the threshold by the collar of his jacket and molding their lips together.

Teddy let out a surprised, breathy laugh into James’ mouth, before kissing back hungrily.

“Late. As usual.” James mumbled against Teddy’s mouth before pressing another hard kiss to it.

Teddy smirked, palms warm around James’ hips as he backed him up against the hall closet. His teeth scraped gently against James lip, “Waiting. As usual.”

James scoffed and Teddy leaned back, only enough so that he could see Teddy clearly. Their hips and most of their chests still pressed together.

“I wouldn’t have to wait if you weren’t always so late.”

Teddy grinned, “Why on earth would I be on time when instead I get kissed before I’m even through the door? Besides…” He leaned in again, nosing along James’ cheek, lips dragging along his jaw, “If I was on time, there would be family everywhere and we wouldn’t get to do this…”

James bit his lip, head falling back against the closet door as Teddy started placing open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck.

“Yeah…” James’ fingers curled into Teddy’s hair, eyes falling shut, “Maybe you should be late.”

“Mhm.” Teddy answered shortly, mouth otherwise occupied with one of James’ collarbones.

James only just had the mind to tell him off about leaving any marks, “I got way too many questions last time- especially from dad.”

Teddy withdrew his head and raised an eyebrow at James, “What was Harry doing asking questions about a hickey on your neck?”

“Because.” James said distressed, “He’s always asking if I’ve met anyone and then there was that so obviously I had met someone-“

There was a sudden voice from the other room, “James? Is Ted here yet?”

James’ eyes widened, “Speak of the devil.”

Teddy bit his lip, eyeing the already forming splotch of purplish-red on Teddy’s collar bone where his lips had been moments before, “C’mon.”

He hurriedly opened the closet door and yanked James inside after him before closing it as quietly as possible.

“What the-“

“Shh.” Teddy pressed a finger to James lips.

“James? Are you even out there?”

When no reply came again Harry sighed, leaning in to kiss Ginny on the cheek, “Be right back.”

Ginny nodded, “I swear to Merlin, if he’s eating the cake again-“

Harry laughed, before making his way into the entry hall. He was about to call out James’ name again when-

“What the bloody hell are we doing in here?”

Harry’s eyes instantly narrowed in on the closet - the source of what was clearly James’ voice.

“Quiet- they can hear us.”

Another voice. Harry tilted his head, risking one step forward, trying to figure out who it was. It was clearly a boy’s.

“Well, I don’t understand why we couldn’t have just gone out there and then, y’know, finished that off later, they’re gonna wonder where we a-“

“No… What they’re going to wonder about is… that…”

There was a beat of silence before, “Teddy!”

Ah, Harry thought, So Teddy.

Ironic really, that the two boys had taken to hiding something that practically everyone had already guessed about.

“The second I tell you not to- and then you already have- Jesus fucking christ, it’s the dead of summer I can’t wear a fucking turtle neck!-“

“I’m sorry. I can’t- you’r just so-“ A sigh, “I can’t help it..”

Harry smirked, guessing as to what they were talking about.

“Well- Well-“ James cursed, “Why do you have to be so fucking cute about it-“


“I’m not cute-“

“You’re bloody cute. Now let’s get out of here before anyone comes. I don’t hear anything, I think it’s safe-“

With a start Harry saw the door handle starting to turn. He tried to casually sprint back into the living room and huffed down into his previous spot on the couch.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”

“What?” Harry puffed, “Nothing. Why is something wrong?”

Ginny’s brow arched further. Harry endured her stare for only a moment before cracking.

He leaned in, “Y’know James?”

“Our son?”

“Yeah.”

Ginny shot him a look, “Well, yes Harry, I do believe I know James.”

“Oh.” Harry flushed, “Right. Well, y’know Teddy?”

“Yes. Of course, what are you-“

Harry was the one to raise his eyebrows this time.

“What- oh. Oh.”

Ginny grinned, “Well at least now we know why he never brings anyone home.”

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Ut Vidi, Ut Perii

Virgil, Eclogue VIII

“When I saw you, how I perished” 

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“Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”

— Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via theclassicsreader)

History of Magic Meme: [½] Founders → Helga Hufflepuff

“Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad“

List of actual canonical things that Adam and Ronan are into and can be kinkshamed for, with textual evidence and sources cited in MLA format. All of these are 100% author confirmed:

Adam Parrish

Competency kink

“The two-minute disparity prematurely aged Adam Parrish. He liked it when people knew how to do their jobs.”

When Ronan gets his farmer chores done in an efficient matter? Oh boy. Adam cannot be more turned on. 

Adam Parrish, a known sapiosexual,

Derisively, Ronan said, “No. The ancient Greeks didn’t have a word for blue.” “What the hell, Ronan?” said Adam.

Ronan’s eyes followed the progress of the silent night horror. In a low voice, he said, “volat nullos strepitus facientibus.” “Fuck,” whispered Adam back, furiously. “Is that Ovid?”

Gets really hot and bothered when Ronan displays his knowledge about dead languages and Latin literature in a pretentious manner. Also when Ronan starts talking about the complexities of farming. 

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Headcanon that Teddy was never really into sports, especially Quidditch. He had a passing interesting to support Ginny and James but that was all.

But somewhere around the time James turned 18, left Hogwarts and joined his first professional league Teddy realized he was arse over tit in love with him. So he started paying a lot more attention at the matches he went to with Harry, start casually asking if he could watch one of James’s team practices, and basically taking more than a passing interesting both because it mattered to James and because the game took on a whole new level of interest in the person he was secretly dating was one of the people up in the air. He found he suddenly cared very much whether James’s teammates were capable of protecting their seeker and what the other team’s formations were like.

And that’s when Harry starts to notice. Because suddenly Teddy is at every match, and rattling off statics when they go out to the chippy after work. But it’s not until James is at an away game, Harry and Teddy sitting on the sofa listening to the game on the wireless as a string of expletives leave Teddy’s mouth every time anyone comes remotely near James that all the pieces click into place.

“So,” Harry starts conversationally, “Can you believe McGee nearly knocked James off his broom.”

“Thundering Turbocunt,” Teddy hissed, wrapping his hands around his Guinness.

“They said they’re replacing Swift with McMillion for beater,” Harry said, sipping his beer and trying not to laugh.

“Fucking terrible call. Swift can’t protect James for shit. Are they trying to kill their best player?”

“Rumor has it they might put Flint in as the starting seeker next week instead of James,” Harry lied, watching as Teddy jumped off the couch and spilled his stout on his jeans.

“Fucking arseholes! They wouldn’t dare!”

“So,” Harry said, dropping his beer on the coffee table and smiling at Teddy, “How long have you been in love with James?”

“Wait, what?” Teddy spluttered, choking on his drink as Harry laughed.