Mcd rec list: (drop me any I've missed esp muggle or divergent)

**make sure to read tags bc some of these fics deal with some other TW/CW. Take care of yourself**

-the sea is a good place to think of the future by peachyybabe first in series is happy/open ending. Love them reconnecting and how disability is written. Check tags. 2nd in series has mcd. But it's oh so good, broke my heart

-Forget the World by @amberlink mcd sickfic with mental illness, complicated prongsfoot friendship and black bro dynamics. Greys inspired (ish)

-what a wonder (what a waste) by peachyybabe all the emotions. Magical (divergent)

-This Is the Way the World Ends by @blitheringmcgonagall sad but beautiful

-Casimir Pulaski Day by breadpoetssociety: remus has cancer

--my only sunshine by loua29xx- remus is sick and asks Sirius to help him die

-wolf's heart by mizdiz- heartbreaking. Meet in bookshop, Remus has heart problems, they fall in love, Remus tries to push him away to save pain of watching him die but Sirius won't let him.

-Too Little Too Late By swings_and_roundabouts

-A Duet by mustntgetmy: war divergent, Sirius was in Slytherin

-The Other Side of Sorrow by TheHufflebean

-if i could hold you for a minute by inevitablestars

- Engaged for 43 years by halfravenhalfclaw

-Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies by Eniaos ww2

-Five Feet Apart. by mothhair based on movie

-Small Bones of Courage by Anonymous effects of Lycanthropy, remus wants help to die

-Silver Bullets by clandestine_meetings

-a future gone wrong by witchee_writer

-these violent delights (have violent ends) by damagecontrol jegulus Titanic

-Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs jegulus

**2 of Mine with mcd

-Inevitable When you finally fall in love, you never expect that you'll have to lose them way too soon. Cancer fic with MCD. Ending did help me heal some from heartbreak though. (8k)

-Tears of Blood: 1 shot, historical fic exploring Spanish influenza

-My fandom wife has some good ones

---+Ofc there are some canon ones. (Many more than I listed ofc but ... )

Presque vu by bizarrestars explores Sirius' gender and experiences from birth to death

-I Want To Be Good by mightyd0lphin Sirius pov

-choices by MesserMoon

What a stunning list, I’m thrilled you included my fic here, it’s one of my favourites despite the MCD 😭💕

Secret and lies

“Lily-”

“I’m fine.” She says, taking her time placing the coat on the couch. She smooths the wrinkles, proud to hear her voice not wavering, her tone detached enough that, if she doesn’t turn around, her friend might believe her.

“You’re not fine.”

“Why not, Mary?” The words come out strangled this time and Lily swallows. Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Because you were supposed to get married yesterday and James didn’t show up.”

Moody said Sirius Black had short hair SIRIUS BLACK HAD SHORT HAIR Sirius Black had short hair HE HAD SHORT HAIR. Something about when characters cut off their hair when they’re moving on from something on their life,,, when they’re letting something go,,,

Also not to get all world buildy with it but if the wizards are all doing their weird emulation of 17th century culture and fashion- long hair was in then- it makes sense that if Sirius was rejecting pureblood culture and also into muggle stuff he would cut his hair to emulate the popular styles of the time meanwhile regulus would have had long hair-what who said that?

All of the above! By the time the Order of the Phoenix photo is taken, Sirius has short hair, yes.

Okay but wait, what if… I have a sadder version taken from We Can Be Heroes:

1970s muggle men’s fashion WAS long hair. So Sirius wears his hair long, in rebellion, as ever.

Regulus doesn’t, he had his hair cut in a vaguely 1920s muggle fashion aka pureblood young wizarding fashion a la Draco Malfoy in the films, yeah? (Only older wizards wear long hair. Like only young witches wear their hair down, older witches wear it up in a bun or half up/similar updo).

Reg, the dutiful son, who by 18 was missing, presumed dead (actually dead).

Sirius is trying to cope with the war and the ever-increasing whispers of a spy in the Order, and then his brother’s disappearance. His behaviour in missions is getting erratic. The Death Eaters hate him. He’s easy to pick out with his black man-bun. He and Remus have a massive row when Sirius realises Remus was transfiguring his hair to look like him, to deflect the Death Eaters from attacking him.

He agrees to get his hair cut. Only because otherwise Remus is a target.

And he hates his new hair cut.

Because every time he looks in the mirror and sees his too-gaunt face he doesn’t see himself.

He sees Regulus.

The Moon that Calls Your Name

"Your wife was bitten on the arm and dragged some distance." The healer sighed. "We healed the injuries from dragging, but as you know, the bite won't heal and–”

“Wait, she’s alive?” James bent over, no longer able to keep the sobs back, and it took a full minute before he realized what else the healer had said. “What bite? What was it that attacked them?”

The healer looked distressed, as though she didn’t realize how little James knew. “Mr. Potter. Your wife was bitten by a werewolf. She’s been infected with lycanthropy.” 

~*~

Werewolf Lily AU

Read chapter 1 here on AO3.

@jilymicrofics Prompt: Rumour Word Count: 1646

who am i to keep you down?

“It’s just a rumour,” he’d reassured her when she’d asked him if it was true that he was going out with Emmeline Vance and she – stupidly, clearly – had wholeheartedly believed him. Now, however, with him and Emmie sitting together – knees knocking into one another’s under the table – and snorting with laughter over their Butterbeer, she realised she had been a complete and absolute fool. “Lily, are you quite all right?” asked Mary, careful fingers on her wrist, noting how her smile had dropped the instant she had seen them, eyes shooting between her and the cursed inhabitants of the third table to the left. “Yes, sure,” she said, smile strained as she turned her head to look at her friends, meeting the eyes of a wide-eyed, empathetic Mary, a frowning Marlene and a startled Ishani. “I just need the loo real quick, I’ll be right back.”

Read the whole thing on A03.

Beware the angst...

Heed the warning on this one! Angsty jilymicrofic incoming from @wearingaberetinparis

We do love a bit of good jily angst.

Chapter 4: Still Not Enough

James didn’t come out of the little bedroom in the back, even after Remus and Sirius both came knocking to check on him. There was no one at the party he wanted to see, and after a few silencing charms, he just went to bed. 

He hoped to sneak out early the next morning, knowing he was ultimately just delaying the confrontation with Remus and Sirius, but he had no desire to deal with it through the hangover he was nursing that morning. He headed quietly toward the door, trying to avoid detection. 

“Morning, Prongs.” 

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@wolfstarmicrofic October 11

Time

They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you die.

Sirius wasn’t sure he could confirm that, what with being Stunned and all, but given the unusual nature of his death, he did get a lot of time to have his life flash before his eyes as he fell through the nothingness of the Veil.

Turns out Stunners wear off in Death. Who knew?

As soon as the top of his head breached the threshold between Life and Death, he saw his time on Earth stretched out on either side like a road, his mind taking a trip down an memory lane.

What we do to get by, part 4

Make sure to reads part 1, part 2, and part 3 before diving into this one. 

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What we do to get by, part 3

Warnings: This chapter contains blood and physical injuries. There’s no explanation (yet) for them, but please be kind to yourself if you keep reading.

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What we do to get by, part 2

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Grip Tighter

It wasn't Sirius' fault. It wasn't Remus' either.

"These things happen."

"It's perfectly normal."

"All couples go through this."

Conflicting schedules. The mundanities of life-admin. Looking after a baby…

Grief.

All of it adding up to this drought. An arid, affection-less plain that Sirius and Remus found themselves crossing. Together but separate.

Dust settling in their chests, making words stick in their throats. Ankles rolling and stumbling in the cracks. Occasionally reaching out to steady themselves through the lurch.

But at least they were doing it together.

Right?

Cotton Soft and His

Remus let his fingertips trail down the t-shirt, soft cotton rippling in the darkness of the wardrobe. His touch, initially reverential, tentative, gripped the hem, ripping the top from its hanger.

Clutching it to his face, he gave it a sharp inhale, a sob escaping immediately as hot tears over-spilled.

The others had long been adopted into his wardrobe. Never washed. Only used for the sole purpose of absorbing Sirius' distinctive scent, until it had faded completely. Replaced by Remus' own traitorous smell.

And this was the last one. No more after this.

We Can Still Be Friends

The room is sweltering.

Lily feels an uncomfortable bead of sweat settle on her neck. She tugs her long red hair back into a ponytail and surveys those sitting around her in the library.

To her right, her best friend Mary is brushing the feather of her quill down the bridge of her nose as she rereads her Charms essay. Next to Mary sits Remus Lupin whose sandy hair is falling down his forehead; he blows it out of his face as he pulls open a new textbook.

Across the table from Lily is Sirius Black, rolling a quill through his fingers while leaning back in his chair. She has not quite figured out how he can sometimes look so haughty and bored, and others so on-edge, like a wind-up toy ready to burst into action. He catches Lily’s eye and grins. A small smile tugs her lips up as she breaks eye contact.

Her gaze falls to her left now, her favorite sight, though she doesn’t need to look to know he’s there because his thumb has been tracing circles on her knee underneath the table for the last couple of minutes while he revises his nearly completed essay. James Potter, her boyfriend of one month, though it feels longer, feels like they fit so thoroughly together like missing puzzle pieces. Preoccupied as he is, he does not notice her stare.

She turns her attention back to her own assignment, loosely aware of footsteps behind her. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the unfocused, black-clad figures sit at the table next to theirs, closest to Sirius who tenses at the sight of them.

At this she looks up and sees the backs of Mulciber, Avery, and—her stomach sputters—Snape. She almost suggests they pack up, but knows the boys well enough to understand this is a point of pride. They don’t—won’t—leave on the account of these three.

She forces a breath out as she picks her quill back up again, but before she can even pull her parchment closer, voices start carrying from the next table over.

“D’you know how you can tell when a Pure-blood has really gone desperate?” Mulciber’s leering voice says. “When he starts fucking Mudbloods.”

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Writing some of my werewolf!Lily fic, and I thought I'd share a bit of it.

~*~

She made her way slowly downstairs until she found James and Sirius sitting in the kitchen. There were two cups and a teapot in front of them, and Lily wondered if they had taken one to Remus in his room.

Sirius saw her first, and he was moving across the space between them before James even looked up. Sirius's arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her flush against him, and Lily felt tears sting her eyes as her arms surrounded his waist.

"Hey, Evans."

She sniffed, as close to a laugh as she was able, and buried her face against his chest. "It's Potter now." Her voice was weak, but it was there.

Sirius didn't continue their regular banter–a jibe about how she stole his boyfriend away; a barb about how his husband stole him first–and the dark and bitter parts of Lily wondered if this, too, would be a casualty of her condition.

(The part of her that was less dark and less bitter knew that he joked with and teased Remus, so there was no reason to suspect that this was anything more than a wound that would heal rather than a fatality .)

Instead, though, Sirius rubbed small circles on her back, pressed his lips to the top of her head, and said, "yeah, it is. You are Mrs. Potter, no matter what."

She hadn't even realized she had needed to hear that until she was sobbing against Sirius's chest. He held her tight, even her feet went out from under her and even they wound up in a pile on the floor.

James was at her back, then, with his arms wrapped around her and Sirius. The three of them sat there on the floor, a tangle of limbs, until Lily's breathing calmed down again.

I'm so excited for this!