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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 38: Evolution

Sam, Derek, Liam, and Stiles sat in the back of the police transport while Braeden drove. Sam sat next to Liam, since Stiles didn't feel like having his throat in Liam's reach.

In precaution, they put a set of handcuffs around Liam's wrists, keeping him chained to the bench.

"All good?", Derek asked. Liam pulled on the cuffs, testing the strength and nodded. Derek sighed softly in relief. "Okay. Now, I brought something to help you."

Stiles and Sam watched as Derek pulled out the triskele talisman and held it out to Liam. "This has been with my family for centuries. It's a very powerful supernatural talisman.", Derek said. "We use it to teach betas how to control themselves on a full moon."

Liam took the triskele as he took it, almost admiring the design. Sam and Stiles looked at Derek in confusion. Derek glared at Stiles and jerked his head toward the triskele, making Sam and Stiles understand what he was trying to do.

"Yes," Stiles said and cleared his throat as he tried to go along with the lie. "It's powerful. Very powerful."

"It's what Kate came for after she had turned Derek younger.", Sam insisted.

Liam nodded and winced as he could feel the full moon's effect, causing his head to pound. He huffed, growing angry. "Whatever you were gonna teach me, I think you better start."

His fingers began to stretch into claws as his eyes started to glow, making Sam's eyes brighten in return. He started huffing, trying to compose himself. "We're right here, Liam.", Sam reassured, ready for his lashing out.

"Liam, you with me?", Derek called. "We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it. You focus on the words. It's like meditating — you say the words until you feel control coming back to you."

"Okay.", Liam said, his breath picking up in pace. "Okay, okay! What are the words?"

"Okay, look at the triskelion. See the symbol? I have a tattoo on my back, it's the same thing. Each spiral means something.", Derek explained.

"Alpha, beta, omega.", Stiles clarified.

"It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another. Betas can become alphas. Alphas can become betas.", Derek said.

Liam let out a snarl before looking up at him and looking back down. "Can alphas become omegas?"

Derek nodded. "All you have to do is say the three words, and with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control. Go ahead."

"Alpha, beta—"

"Slower.", Derek ordered as Liam tried to rush the mantra.

"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam took deep, shaky breaths. "Alpha… Beta… Omega…"

"Good.", Derek lightly praised. "Say it again. Remember, every time you say the words, you're getting calmer."

"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam's voice shifted, turning deeper as he slowed down.

"Say it again.", Derek pressed, watching him carefully. Liam stopped saying the words and began yanking on the handcuffs instead.

"Derek, I don't think the powerful talisman-of-self-control is working.", Stiles warned. Liam tried to swipe at him, but Sam used the darkness of the vehicle to keep Liam down as Stiles flinched.

"Liam, say it again!", Derek said loudly as Liam started to scream and growl.

Liam tried to lunge at Derek, his movement shaking the vehicle. Braeden swerved, trying to keep the vehicle in control.

"Liam!", Derek, Stiles, and Sam shouted, trying to get to the beta.

"Derek?", Braeden called, worried.

Liam broke free of one of the handcuffs, trying to swing at them. Sam forced Liam's free hand away from the three before he got through and swiped at them.

"I think we're gonna need to go a little faster!", Stiles shouted, flinching at every buck and growl Liam sent.

"Keep going!", Derek yelled at Braeden, causing her to speed up.

To their shock, Liam's other hand was free. Sam also kept his other hand in opposite directions, making Liam snap at her. "Liam, you gotta stop! Do the mantra again!", she yelled.

"Derek, I don't think alpha, beta, omega is resonating with him!", Stiles warned.

"You know any other mantras?", Derek asked, angry.

"Liam, you remember what Brett said?", Sam brought up. He growled loudly. "What about him!?" The thought of Brett fueled the boy's anger.

"What three things cannot be long hidden?", Sam asked. Liam growled, not hearing her out. "Liam, look at me!! What are three things which cannot long be hidden? What three things?"

"Sun," Liam said, huffing and growling. "The moon… The truth."

"That's it. Say it again.", Stiles says, getting hopeful.

Liam shakily took a deep breath as he looked into Sam's yellow eyes. "The sun… the moon… the truth.", he repeated as he calmed down.

"Derek?", Braeden called.

Derek sat back in relief. Derek kept his eyes on Liam, who sat back down. "We're okay."

"Sun, moon, and the truth," Liam whispered. When he looked up at them once again, his eyes were back to normal, and his fangs were gone. "The sun, the moon, the truth."

"You think you'll be okay now?", Sam asked Liam.

"I - I think so," he said, leaning his head back against the wall of the van. "I can't believe I did it!" he said excitedly. Then he glanced at Derek and Stiles, chuckling. "For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear the two of you apart."

"Yeah, that would have made for an awkward ride home, so thanks.", Stiles mumbled.

Derek nodded in agreement and glanced out the window on the back door. Braeden had just pulled up to the church where Scott and Kira were being held. "You think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?"

Liam smiled and nodded softly. Sam grinned. "I told you; you could do it.", she praised. Liam grinned at her proudly.

Stiles huffed. "All right! We might actually be able to do this."

"And we're going home after this." Sam looked at Derek pointedly. "All of us."

Derek sighed softly but gave her a smile anyway and nodded.

He stood and moved to open the door. It took seconds. Mere seconds for them to have a small laugh together to everything flipping upside down.

A Berserker grabbed Derek out of the transport and pinned him to a rock, and plunged a sharp bone into his chest three times.

Sam screamed in pain before she could leave the transport to help him. Stiles held her back, afraid of what he was seeing. Braeden emptied an entire clip of bullets into the Berserker, making it run off.

Once it did that, Stiles let Sam go. She stumbled over to Derek's side, kneeling beside him. All she could see was blood. She didn't know what to do. Her hands were shaky as she wasn't sure what was good and what wasn't.

His eyes were already fluttering as he grunted and panted in pain. "How bad is it?", Peter asked, looking over at his nephew in mortification.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!", Derek said, panting. "Just get to Scott."

"Derek, you're bleeding out!", Sam exclaimed, incredulously and looked at Peter, ignoring the pain in her own body. Peter couldn't even meet her eyes. He knew just as much as she did. He wasn't gonna make it.

"Just find him," Derek coughs. "I'll be right behind you. Go!"

Malia pulled Peter away and toward the church. Liam reluctantly followed, glancing back at Derek. Sam shook her head. "I'm not leaving. I told you I'm not leaving you again.", she said as Stiles pulled at her.

Derek tried giving her a smile. "You have to save your best friend. Go." Derek looked at Stiles with a nod and the boy pulled her up.

"I got him.", Braden reassured them. Sam looked at her with glossy eyes before being pulled away by her best friend.

"Hey…", Derek calls, catching their attention. "Save him.", Derek said softly. Stiles nodded before leading Sam after the others.

No one knew what to say once everyone was in the church. Despair hung over their heads as they tried to think about what to do.

"This way.", Peter led the way down into the tunnels as the teens followed him. He paused. "Okay, everyone, stop. Stop, stop.", he turned to them. "We gotta figure out where we are, then we gotta figure out how to find Scott and Kira."

Stiles' phone started ringing, much to everyone's shock. "How do I even have service…", he muttered then answered it with a nervous look. "Hi dad…" Peter frowned at the boy as the others heard the sheriff's angry voice. "Okay dad, I know you're angry."

"Oh, I'm beyond angry, I've reached a level of fury that you could not possibly comprehend.", Sheriff growls.

"Okay well, when I get back you can ground me.", Stiles replied.

"Ground you–? Ground you!? I'm going to hobble you!", his dad yelled and sighed. "Now please, tell me you're alright, tell me that you're safe."

"You want me to lie?", Stiles asked as he looked at everyone else.

"Oh God, okay tell me— tell me what I can do, how can I help?"

"Find Lydia, she was at the school when we called Mason to look for her but now, we're not hearing back from either of them, I don't know dad. I don't know what I'm doing, you know, I'm just trying to save my friends.", Stiles said, sadly.

"Okay, I'll find Lydia and Mason. You get Scott and Kira, you save your friends.", the sheriff replied.

"Dad, if it's one of the Berserkers at the school, you're gonna need firepower, a lot." Stiles hung up. "What do we do now?", Liam asked.

"Duck!", Malia said after she looked behind Liam. She grabbed his head and pushed him down just as a Berserker came out of nowhere and started attacking them.

"Get down, go, go, go!", Peter yelled. They started running away from it, unable to properly fight it in such a tight space but led it to an open area.

"Go find Kira and Scott!", Sam yelled at Stiles and threw Kira's sword toward him. She, Peter and Malia turned back to the Berserker, growling at the monster.

Before she could even attack, she dropped to a knee, clutching at her chest. Peter moved her out of the way once the berserker tried to swing at them.

"What's the matter?", Peter asked, watching as Sam's eyes filled with tears once she looked up at him with wide eyes. His own widened as he helped her up. "Go.", he says, and turns back to the berserker.

Sam rushed out of the church, evading the gunshots and berserkers as she rushed back to Braeden who kneeled beside an unconscious… dead Derek.

"Derek…", Sam murmured, catching Braeden's glossy eyes. She shook her head as her own pooled over as she rushed to him, taking his face in her hands. "Derek, open your eyes! Please!" she didn't get a response from him. "Derek, please, say something! Open your eyes!", she cried.

"I don't wanna do any more goodbyes! I don't wanna say goodbye!!", she yelled, her vision blurred with unstoppable tears.

She didn't get any responses and brought her forehead to his. He felt so clammy. Every warmth he had wasn't there anymore. "We were supposed to go home…", she whimpered. He was lifeless.

She wasn't prepared for this. Not at all. As she stared at the dead Hale before her, she heard the yelling feminine voice of the hated Argent before digging her forehead in the crook of Derek's neck.

In seconds, everything sounded like white noise. The growling stopped; the gunshots stopped. It seemed like time had stopped as well.

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After Liam snapped Scott out of his berserker form, Scott stood fully shifted into his alpha state, his bright red eyes targeted on Peter.

"Peter…", he growled. "The only one who knew as much as Argent about the Berserkers, about the Nagual. You taught Kate—"

"I'm aware of what I did.", Peter interrupted. "For the sake of power, you caused pain. And now look what you did.", Scott sneered.

"I'm not letting you out of here—", Scott snarled. Before Scott could make a move, every supernatural in the room covered their ears to block out the sudden, agony filled wail that echoed in the tunnels of the church.

As it ended, Peter's eyes widened. "Derek.", Peter muttered.

"He's dead…?", Stiles asked.

He knew it was his fault. There was nothing else he could do. Peter's jaw clenched as he shifted, making Malia growl and snarl at him. Peter knocked her back and looked at Scott. "Take me down if you can."

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Braeden looked at the younger girl before her, unable to move as she watched Sam transform. She looked down to see her boots stepping on purple illuminated markings before looking at the girl in bewilderment.

Sam walked away from Braeden and Derek's fallen body, stepping into the bright circle she had subconsciously created. Her hair changed in the moonlight, what was usually dark brown hair, each coil turned to a shiny white color that illuminated in the night and contrasted her chestnut skin.

The usual black crescent moon that sat between her eyebrows illuminated the opposite color once she stepped out of their hiding place.

Her short nails turned into claws, the length of the blackened covering on her fingers extended to her upper arms. Her eyes, now pooling over with dark tears that dripped down her plump cheeks as her irises didn't glow yellow but flickered a bright indigo color.

She glanced at all the hunters and berserkers she saw, looking at them with malice until her eyes targeted Kate Argent.

"Sammy. Nice to see you again.", Kate grunted, trying her best to move but to no avail. Sam didn't respond but stepped closer to the older woman.

Before she could get closer, a berserker managed to rush over to her and before it could swipe at her, Sam clutched the head of the monster, putting force into crushing it in her hand.

As she dropped the head, she glanced at Kate once more.

"Sam, stop! Whatever you're thinking, you don't have to do it!", she hears the voice of Chris Argent. She saw the older man, who was struggling to get out of her hold. Sam tilted her head silently.

It didn't make any sense to her. Didn't he want Kate dead as well? She mercilessly, ruthlessly killed people. She killed innocent people just for the fun of it.

What was so wrong about her choice?

She turned back to Kate who glared at her. "You little bitch.", the werejaguar growled.

"You killed him. You killed his family. You took everything from him.", Sam said as she stared at the woman.

"It was just a matter of time. He was naive. Ignorant. Just like you.", Kate mocked. "What, you want me to apologize? You want to apologize for doing my job to get rid of monsters?"

The more Kate spoke, the more Sam could only remember the anger she felt for everything that happened up until now.

Peter chasing after her and Scott, the beatings she got, the possessions, Matt, Jennifer, Allison, Aiden, the Nogitsune. Everything she felt fueled the unruly fury she felt for the woman before her.

She didn't want to kill Kate. At least, not yet. She wanted to see her writhe in agony. To beg her to stop before finally putting her out of her misery.

That's what she wanted. That's what Kate will get.

Sam walked up to the woman, immediately swinging on the frozen woman. It was cheap, unfair to beat on a woman that couldn't move to defend herself, but Kate set a whole family on fire. A family that wasn't prepared for such a thing. A family who loved and lived happily.

"Sam!", Chris shouted, calling the girl who was relentlessly beating his sister to the ground. "Sam, stop! Let her go!"

Sam paused, watching Kate sputter and cough up blood. "You said it yourself. You don't kill innocents. Yet she did just that. Why should I stop?" She turned to Chris. "That's why we're all here, right? To put her down? There's not enough torture in the world that'll make her stop, Chris!!", she yelled at the older man.

Chris frowned in shock as he watched Sam's face contort from blankness to immediate fury. He'd seen her irritated, hell, he'd seen her cry. However, this was wrath he was witnessing. And it all started because of his sister's actions.

Sam lifted a hand that caused Kate to choke and levitate. She watched as Kate looked down at her, mortified and confused as she tried to gasp for air. Sam wasn't having it, though. She used Kate's shadow to pry away the woman's hands from her own neck, stretching out her arms like she had done to Jennifer.

She wanted nothing more than to choke the woman out, watching her turn blue before allowing her to breathe once more. To continue the pattern just to see Kate lose hope like Derek did.

"You can't do this, Sam. Remember when you stood in front of Stiles? You stopped me from killing him! I don't want you to regret something like this!", Chris shouted, desperately. "I doubt Derek would want you to kill! What about the others? Your friends? How do you think they'll feel once they know their friend is a murderer??"

Sam let out a warning growl. It was one thing to try to get her stop her actions, but trying to bring her friends into this, guilt tripping her, it was– it was–

Sam dropped Kate, growling to herself in frustration. She, once again, let her guilt get the best of her. Her attention snapped over the woman below her as she laughed and gasped maniacally. "Like I said, naive and ignorant. I'm gonna kill you.", Kate said.

Kate jumped to lunge at Sam but stopped as they heard a loud growl. It hadn't come from Sam and no other werewolf was here. At least, she thought.

Sam turned to look at Derek, expecting him to still be dead, but instead he'd disappeared. His whole body was gone. She heard another growl and looked at a large black wolf that had jumped out from behind the wall Derek's slumped body was once leaning on. With piercing blue eyes, the wolf jumped at Kate, knocking her back and tore into her arm.

Once it stopped, Kate growled as she tried to get away. Sam's hold on everybody around her lessened as she crumbled to her knees.

The wolf that attacked Kate morphed into a familiar figure that made her heart skip.

"Derek…?"

Derek, who held a smug look, towered over Kate.

Sam couldn't take her eyes off of him. She was afraid that what she was seeing was a hallucination. She hallucinated so bad that even Kate was afraid, but Kate's face reassured her that he was real.

He was alive.

"You were - you were dead," Kate stuttered.

"No… I was evolving," Derek said. "Something you'll never do."

Before Sam could snap out of her shock, the Berserker, now able to move, rushed toward Derek, ready to swipe its bone dagger at him. However, Derek moved faster, grabbing the Berserker's skull-covered head and caving in as Derek killed the Berserker with his bare hands.

As shocked as everyone was, Derek was even shocked at his own newfound strength. He almost seemed proud of himself.

Kate tried to escape, seeing as her plans were failing quite quickly. Chris aimed his gun at his sister and brought everyone out of shock with the sound of a gunshot as the bullet full of yellow wolfsbane hit Kate square in the chest. She ran off, disheartened that her own brother shot her.

"Derek?", Sam whispered, catching his eyes. They widened once he looked her over. "That's a new look for you.", he smiled. Her sparkling eyes dimmed as her powers slowly dissipated once she teared up.

"You're alive…", she muttered, her head suddenly pounding as her adrenaline drained her, making her almost fall to the dirty ground, had Derek not caught her before she could.

Once she opened her eyes, she recognized the roof of Stiles' Jeep as it was now broad daylight. She looked to see Stiles sitting next to her.

He looked all dirty and tired. She sat up, catching his attention. "She lives.", he joked. She immediately gave him a hug. "What happened in there? Did you get Scott and Kira?", she rushed.

He nodded over to show her Scott talking to a now clothed Derek. She sighed in relief. Stiles gave her the rundown of what happened and her being in disbelief was an understatement.

Once she composed herself, she found Peter by the SUV that he leaned on and walked over to him. He looked up to see her and looked down. He looked all beat up and dirty.

She stood next to him. "So… you got your ass whooped finally." Peter scoffed. "If that's all you're going to tell me, I don't want to hear it, Samantha."

She smiled. "That's not all. I'm here to say thank you.", she said, making him look at her in wonder. "What could you possibly be thanking me for?", he asked.

"You saved my best friend. Instead of killing him, you saved him. Gave him another chance to prove himself. I appreciate it.", she said, making him look down.

He grunted, grabbing his arm after she gave it a hard punch. "But I don't appreciate you going behind our backs and teaching the one person that killed your family how to use her new powers for evil. It's backwards as hell.", she frowned.

He rubbed his arm with a sigh. "I know. It was stupid. I understand that already."

"I'm glad you got it through your head. You're lucky your nephew didn't knock the shit out of you for letting it happen.", she says.

"Don't worry, I'm still considering it.", she hears Derek say as she watches him walk up to them. Peter sighed once more, moving away as Derek stood in front of Sam.

She smiled at him. "So… a wolf, huh?" He scoffed with a smile, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, my mom used to be able to turn into a wolf. Guess it was just a matter of time before I did."

Her smile softened as she hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay.", she whispered in his chest. He hugged her back. "Thanks for not giving up on me."

She grinned at him. "I could never give up on you. I'm too stubborn." He smiled softly. "Very."

He let her go once Scott came up to them, pulling Sam into a tight hug. "You're such an ass for doing me like that.", she mumbled in his shoulder. He chuckled. "My bad."

She brought Kira into a hug, swaying the smaller girl as she cried in relief.

The hunters were getting ready to leave, and Chris would be going with them. He was looking at everyone, almost sympathetically. "You're really going with them?" Scott asked, frowning at the older man.

"I made a deal with the Calaveras weeks ago," Chris told them. "They'll leave you alone — all of you." He gave a pointed look to Scott who broke his promise to Araya not to bite someone. "But only if I help them catch Kate."

"What if you can't?", Kira asked him.

"I'll find her," he said, nodding. "Someone has to."

They watched as the hunters left, only leaving Derek, Braeden and Peter to leave last. Derek looked at Sam sympathetically, but she nodded as much as it hurt. She knew he was gonna leave.

After all, there was no peace in Beacon Hills. He brought her into a tight hug and she reciprocated. "It'll be a couple of weeks until I come back. I'm not saying goodbye.", Derek said as they pulled away.

Sam gave him a watery chuckle. "Me neither." He smiled. Her eyes widened as she felt his warm lips press against her forehead, catching her surprise.

"Hey, no PDA!", she heard Stiles call and laughed at his antics. She looked up to see Derek's amused face as he rolled his eyes. The endearing affection was enough to reassure her that he'd be okay.

She backed away with a smile. "I'll see you when I see you, yeah?", he smiled. She nodded. "Make that soon."

He nodded at the teens before him before getting into the SUV. Sam stood by her friends as they watched them drive away, her supernatural friends instantly sensing the saddening waves roll off of her. Stiles wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sighed.

The ride home wasn't as intense as the night was before. For now, all they had to worry about was the flourish anger of their worried parents and the rest of their school year.

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ihateleviack · 7 months

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A Nikku I forgot I did months ago (ft me ig)

I was looking through my old folders looking for my old oc's incomplete refsheet and then I saw this. One day I'll redo myself, one day.

#friday night funkin'#black self insert #nikku #hotline 024

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rlrr2018 · 8 months

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Yoooo! Fellow dreamers! Hope you're well^^ Here's my yume intro! I've been in love with my darling since February 2018! 🥺🌌🎶💜💙

Any YGO yume & oc x canon peeps are especially welcome, but so are any other fandoms! Despite not knowing a lot of media, I hope we can get along and become friends! 🥰 Just read my litlink before following pls ><

template link: https://twitter.com/sweetspeII/status/1550810970238631937

I made a 2nd one because I also yume with Turles from DBZ! Though, I very casually yume with him, which is why sharing is ok!

you probably won't see me talk about him as much (since this acc is mainly for ryouken), but just know that i love this loser(affectionate) too 🥰

#yumejoshi #yumeintro #self insert x canon #black yumejoshi #black self insert #yugioh self insert #dbz self insert #ummm idk what else to tag

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gritsandbrits · 2 years

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Chesney Study

Practicing poses and lighting/shading with my self insert. I changed her horn placement to show that she is always looking forward. Incorporated her armor colors in her normal outfit. It's fun indulging myself 💜

Og pose

#Self insert #artists on tumblr #mummies alive #sketch #cartoon #superhero #black self shippers #black self insert

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath.

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes.

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job.

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him.

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?”

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly.

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?”

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead.

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before.

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?”

“Everywhere.”

“By your eyes?”

“No.”

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?”

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.”

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels.

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus.

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.”

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up.

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained.

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.”

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now.

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?”

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now.

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.”

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.”

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.”

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.

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ellecdc · 1 month

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Part two of feisty slytherin reader where it’s just the boys being like kinda in love with reader and everything you can pick how reader responds

this ended up taking me way longer to complete than I thought it would! it also ended up way longer than usual. here's the lead up to our infamous poly!marauders x feisty!slytherin reader!!! 🫶

poly!marauders x feisty, fem slytherin!reader CW: head injury - not graphic or detailed but mentions blood.

“Okay Moony, if you’re going to help us win over Y/N, you should know she does not like dramatic public displays of appreciation.” James said sagely as he walked into their shared dorm room.

Remus spared Sirius a confused look from his seat in the chair, but from the way James was currently rubbing his arm Sirius had a pretty good idea of what just took place.

“Yeah, erm, I don’t think you have to worry about that with me, bubs. Thanks for the heads up though.” Remus added bemusedly.

“Let me guess.” Sirius taunted, rolling over onto his stomach so that he faced James. “The charmed roses following her around the halls wasn’t a hit?”

“No, but she did...” He sulked, pulling his uniform shirt off to expose a small albeit quite red welt on his upper arm.

“Awe, poor Jamie. Come here bubs.” Remus cooed at him, opening his arms to invite the boy into his lap.

James obliged all too willingly and snuggled up to the werewolf like he was a small toddler and not a giant beefy man-baby.

“Don’t mollify him when he’s out here botching our grand plans to woo the girl of our dreams.” Sirius said, causing Remus to roll his eyes and James to scoff indignantly.

“Well at least I’m working on it! What are you doing to woo her?” James retaliated.

Sirius offered him a wolfish grin. “Oh, I’ve got a little trick up my sleeve.”

You had to get out of the castle. You could still feel everyone’s eyes on you, ogling you like you were some kind of freakshow.

You don’t know what kind of game those Gryffindor’s were trying to play, but you were not about to be the butt of whatever sodding joke this was.

Roses, really? Charmed to follow you around the castle as Potter smirked from the sidelines. Did he have any idea how humiliating that was?

So, yeah. You walloped him. In the arm. With your fist. Hard. But what else were you supposed to do!? You’d confronted him and demanded that he end the charm and all he said was ‘you look so cute when your nose scrunches up like that’.

He and Black have always been a bother – seemingly having taken some kind of interest in you for whatever reason. Lupin had always been more reasonable; one would think that he’d have evened those two out during their relationship, but apparently that was an impossible task. You supposed it was because he was all but one man.

But lately, even he was starting to stare at you a little too long, smile a little too softly, find too many excuses to be in your vicinity. It was infuriating.

So, you were outside.

It was nice outside.

Well, it was nice enough outside.

You packed yourself some snacks in your book bag, two blankets and an extra jumper to go sit by the Black Lake. You figured you should be able to enjoy some peace and quiet out here on your own.

You unfolded one of the blankets to lay onto the ground before sitting on it and then laid the second blanket over your lap. You could hear other students on the grounds in the distance and the soothing sound of the water lapping gently against the shore.

As luck would have it, a certain dog with long-black hair would set out to disrupt that.

“What are you doing here?” You asked the dog as it approached you calmly. You wondered for a moment if you should be scared before it stopped at the edge of your blanket to sit and tilt its head at you, his tongue falling out of his mouth haphazardly.

He didn’t look too scary, ignoring his size.

You craned your neck to look around, checking if perhaps he was here with someone, but it appeared that you were, in fact, alone on this side of the lake.

You felt something cold and wet nudge your pinkie, and you turned to see that the dog had laid down beside you with his head between his paws, nose next to your hand.

“If I pet you, are you going to bite me?” You asked him. He answered by nudging your hand again and offering it a little lick.

“You better not have fleas.” You muttered as you scratched behind the dog’s ears. You would have sworn he had furrowed his eyebrows at your comment if dogs could do such a thing. You noticed then that the dog had startling silver-blue eyes.

“Where are your people?” You asked, glad no one was around to see you conversing with a dog. He answered you by rolling over for belly rubs.

You scoffed out a laugh but acquiesced. “Fine, you can stay. But I came out here for peace and quiet, ‘kay?”

The dog seemed fine with that plan and let you read through two chapters of your book, only interrupting every paragraph or so for more pets. Eventually however, it grew too cold, and you decided to pack up.

Confirming your suspicions, the dog began to follow you towards the castle. You pretended like you hadn’t noticed or perhaps just didn’t care until you were near the greenhouses.

“For future reference, Black,” you said, turning to the dog who seemed to pause mid-step as you considered him. “I really am more of a cat person.” You smirked, turning to walk back to the castle alone.

“Here, let me get that for you.” James said, opening the door for you rather chivalrously in Sirius’ opinion.

“I’m not a delicate flower, Potter, I can open a door.” You muttered angrily, storming past him into the classroom.

James deflated a little as he followed you in, but perked up when Remus placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I thought that was very sweet of you, Jamie.” He placated.

James gave him a half smile in response. “Thanks Moons.”

“I mean, what are we supposed to do? What bird doesn’t like dogs!?” Sirius grumbled, opting to ignore James’ whining.

“Don’t call her a bird, Sirius.” Remus chided.

“Probably didn’t help you’re a big ol’ mangy mutt.” James muttered petulantly.

“Oi!” Sirius called. “That’s not what you say when Padfoot snuggles you to sleep.”

James had the good graces to turn a little red at that.

Their conversation was interrupted (quite rudely if you asked Sirius) by Professor McGonagall as she began the instructions for today’s Transfiguration lesson: turning buttons into butterflies.

Sirius stole a concerned glance towards James to see Remus doing the same; they were horrified to see a mischievous look adorning their boyfriend’s face.

“Prongs...” Sirius warned, whilst Remus whispered a “remember what we talked about.”

But they both knew it was too late; there was no stopping him once James set his mind to something.

Sirius is quite sure it was the fourth butterfly that did you in; you seemed to consider the first a fluke, the second was annoying, the third made you suspicious, but by the fourth you’d had enough.

With little to no warning you turned and lobbed a large hard-covered tome at the group.

“I don’t know which of you tossers are behind this, but it reeks of Potter. So help me gods I will gut you and string you up to the rafters from your intestines if you don’t leave me alone!” You screeched.

“But how else will you know I’m crazy about you?” James pouted, causing you to groan exasperatedly.

“If you’re looking for some cutesy princess who will swoon at your sodding roses and butterflies, then you’ve got the wrong witch.” You spat.

Sirius smirked. “Oh, we have exactly the right witch.”

“I swear to Circe if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll sic Barty on you.” You threatened.

Sirius and James both scoffed whilst Remus smirked.

“Please dollface, you insult me. I’m not afraid of Junior.” Sirius taunted.

You narrowed your eyes at him menacingly before realization dawned on you. “Fine.” You said simply, giving Sirius a distinct uneasy feeling. “Perhaps I’ll tell Regulus.”

Sirius slammed his fist on the table and leaned forward. “You wouldn’t.” He seethed.

You smirked deviously. “Just try me, Black.” You sneered in response.

Did...did Sirius have a degradation kink?

Sirius was ashamed to admit that he had to take a very cold shower after that.

You had been sitting in the library trying to work on your Potions essay. You had felt fairly safe here seeing as the Gryffindor’s (at least the most problematic ones) had been sanctioned from using the library during quiet study hours on account of their typical foolishness.

Except one.

“Mind if I sit here?” Lupin’s lilting voice sounded from your right side before he sat down without waiting for your response.

“Why bother asking if you were just going to sit anyways?” You grumbled.

“Well, it was the polite thing to do.” He said, turning to face you. You held his gaze (his gaze, your glare) until he finally sighed. “I’ll leave if you want me to.”

You considered him for a moment. You couldn’t deny he was the least buffoonish out of the so-called Marauders though you’re not sure that amounted to much.

But he was quieter, kinder, softer around the edges. And he had been far more polite to you than his boyfriends.

“Are you going to flirt with me?”

One of Remus’ eyebrows (the one with the scar running through it, you noticed) raised expectantly as he considered you.

“Let me rephrase that.” You barked quickly, realizing your mistake perhaps a touch too late. “You may sit here, but if you flirt with me, I will stab you with my quill.” You punctuated your threat by blotting his hand which rested on the table with ink from the tip of your quill.

Remus smiled at the sight before returning his amber coloured gaze to yours. “Fair enough. I promise to try to restrain myself, but perhaps you ought to hold onto this hand for me just in case I slip up.” And he – the absolute sodding bastard – slid his left hand comfortably into your right.

You’d never seen someone make a move so assertively and smoothly before. There was nothing to say that any of this even affected Remus as he immediately turned his attention to his book. Was it hot in here? Your hand felt sweaty. Your throat felt tight. Your mouth was dry. Why didn’t you think to bring a bottle of water?!

“Erm,” you started, having to pause to clear your throat. “Just how am I supposed to get my work done with your hand in mine, Lupin?”

You had tried to sound threatening, but based off Remus’ smirk, you’d only managed to goad him further.

“You’re left-handed. Figure it out.”

These boys were going to be the death of you if you didn’t end up killing them first.

“You held her hand!?” James screeched in their dorm room that night whilst Remus smirked to himself. Sirius would make fun of James for his dramatics if he wasn’t just a pissed off about this.

“I’ve been working at this the longest out of either of you, and she lets you hold her hand?” He continued.

“She doesn’t like dogs,” Sirius grumbled, gesturing to himself, “she doesn’t like James. But the werewolf? Really. No offence Moons because I absolutely get the appeal.”

James snapped his fingers as he had a eureka moment. “I’ve got it! Remus; bite me!”

“James!” Remus scolded.

“It’s not fair.” James muttered as he fell onto his bed in defeat. “I’d be so good to her.”

Any ire from Sirius and Remus drained at that as they both moved to join their boyfriend on his bed.

“We know, bubs.” Remus conceded.

“We just...have to give her time. I’m sure she’ll come around, yeah? I mean, with Remus’ smooth moves, my undeniable charm, and your muscles? We’re unstoppable.” Sirius added, eliciting a smile from Remus and a gentle chuckle from James, though his usual light was diminished.

“We’ve just got to be patient, Jamie.” Remus concluded, causing James to groan.

“Patience.” He spat spitefully.

“A 'James ADHD Potter' special.” Sirius winked before kissing any further protests away from James’ lips.

“We’ve got Moony on our team now, bubs. We’re unstoppable.” He whispered, truly believing what he was saying.

If anyone could break through your hard candy-coating shell to reach the chocolate inside, it was certainly Remus Lupin.

You’d had the lovely idea of sitting outside on one of the few sunny days that Scotland got to see this time of year. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone else had the same idea too.

A few Hufflepuffs were playing with a charmed muggle football, kicking it back and forth between the two of them and chasing after it when it opted to fuck off on its own. You didn’t understand the objective of the game, nor did you care to.

Remus and Peter Pettigrew sat on a bench not too far off playing a game of Wizarding Chess that, from where you were sitting, looked like Remus was winning.

You got so caught up in watching Lupin’s game with Pettigrew - in the way that the tendons in his wrist and hands flexed as he moved pieces across the board, and the way that his honey blonde curls fell in front of his eyes causing him to have to blow air upwards so he could see the board - that you noticed something flying at you far too late.

“Look out!” One of the dumb Hufflepuff’s shouted far too late as their charmed football soared into the side of your head, knocking you clean over where your head cracked painfully against a root of the tree you were sitting under.

You scrunched your eyes tight and tried to will your heart to start beating again and your lungs to cooperate, every part of your body seeming to have tensed out of instinct to protect itself.

“L/N! L/N! Come on, dove, open your eyes.” You heard a voice above you.

Why was the voice so worried? How long were your eyes closed? A gentle hand grabbed your chin and wiggled your head back and forth, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Sod...off.” You gritted through your teeth.

The voice chuckled and wiggled your chin once more. “There she is. Open your eyes for me.”

You hated being told what to do but decided to comply anyways.

You probably should have kept your eyes close because the sight made you feel dizzy for a completely different reason.

Hovering above your frame was Remus Lupin; his knees on the ground beside your elbow, one hand gripping your chin and the other gently moving hair away from your face and head.

“Atta girl.” He said with a smile.

“Get away from me.” You grumbled as you moved to sit up. Though Lupin hissed in protest, he helped you sit up nonetheless.

“Is...is she okay?” a timid voice spoke from somewhere behind Lupin’s shoulder causing his expression to darken considerably.

“You stupid wankers are so dead.” You spat as loudly as you could manage, though in your current state – that wasn’t very loud at all.

Your message was received loud and clear, however, as the two Hufflepuffs took off in fear.

“My sentiments exactly.” Lupin muttered as he turned back to you, jaw still tense.

You snorted indelicately as you brought a hand to your head. “Please, don’t tell me you actually care about me, Lupin.”

You hissed in pain as your hand came in contact with something warm and wet and slightly sticky. You pulled your hand back in front of you to inspect, only for Lupin to grab your hand rather harshly and wipe the blood away with a handkerchief.

“Is it so impossible to believe that we could actually care for you?” He muttered quietly, eyes focused on your hand, pointedly avoiding eye contact with you. You watched as his curls bounced with each wipe of his hand against yours. You thought of his gentle hands brushing hair away from your wound moments before. You thought of him begging you to open your eyes. You thought of him being the first one at your side when you were hurt.

And you thought about Black finding ways to be with you even when you staunchly refused his company. You thought of him taking time out of his day to tell you how ‘smoking hot’ you looked that day, even though he said it every day before that, too.

And you thought about Potter who always held the door for you, saved you a seat even though you never accepted it, showered you in affection even though it was public and quite embarrassing. And you thought of the way he always had a smile to give you, even when you gave him no reason to smile at all.

It wasn’t hard to imagine the three of them caring for anyone, quite frankly. Caring seemed to come second nature to those boys.

“No.” You admitted quietly. “It’s not impossible to believe that you could actually care. It’s just impossible to imagine why.”

He stopped rubbing at your hand and met your eye, seemingly contemplating what to say.

“Let’s get you to Madam Pomfrey.” He opted for. “Pete, let the boys know where I’ve gone when they’re finished with practice?” Lupin called over his shoulder.

“I can walk myself, Lupin.” You grumbled as he helped you up by your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled back. “You’re not a delicate flower, we know.”

The two of you more or less muttered back and forth to each other the entire way to the infirmary, Lupin supporting more of your weight than he likely needed too but you didn’t feel the need (nor desire) to complain.

Madam Pomfrey was in the middle of looking after a first year Potions class who accidently set off an explosion of incorrectly brewed Cure for Boils which ultimately left each student (and Professor Slughorn) covered head to toe in painful boils.

“Mr. Lupin, if you could clean the wound for me. And Miss. L/N, drink the pain potion. Do not leave until I’ve had a chance to do a proper examination, okay?” She ordered as you positioned yourself more comfortably on the bed after she determined you weren’t about to die (or currently crying, as most of the first years were).

You took the pain potion dutifully and placed it back on the table beside your bed before you startled at the sudden cold wet cloth on your head.

“You are not seriously doing this right now, are you?” You spat.

Remus’ eyebrows drew together as his hands continued on in their task. “You heard the matron; I’m supposed to clean it.”

“I can clean it myself, Lupin; I’ll conjure a mirror.” You argued, causing the scarred boy to scoff.

“I do what I’m told L/N, and quite frankly, the matron scares me more than you do.”

“I must be doing something wrong then.” You sighed, thinking you hadn’t said that loud enough to be heard, but a startled laugh escaped Lupin’s lips.

“Why do you act so volatile?” He asked amusedly.

“It’s not an act.”

“I call bullshit.”

“Well, you call wrong, then, Lupin. I’m an arse and I find everyone exhausting. Deal with it.” You snarked sharply.

Lupin breathed a laugh through his nose. “Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime, then.”

Rotten bastard and his smooth talk...

“WHERE IS SHE!?” a voice echoed through the corridor just outside the entrance to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey needn’t even look up from the boil she was currently draining of puss to know who she was about to scold.

“Mr. Potter, I will have you banned from this infirmary so fast if you raise your voice above so much as a whisper, do not try me. That goes for you too, Mr. Black.” She barked; eyes still focused on the first year’s arm in front of her.

Sure enough, a mop of curly hair, impossibly more wild than usual due to the flight on his broom, poked around the privacy curtains a second before it was joined by a fuming looking Sirius Black.

Potter’s eyes flew to where Remus’ hands were positioned on your head and your stomach lurched at what looked like tears pooling in Potter’s eyes.

“Potter...please, erm, please don’t cry?” You asked awkwardly, leaning away from Remus’ touch as you suddenly became very uncomfortable with this amount of attention.

“She’s alright, Jamie.” Remus sighed, pulling you back over to him gently by the shoulder and continuing his prodding at your wound.

“Who did it?” Sirius spat, arms crossed defensively across his chest and jaw tight as he stared hard at the wound on your head. You were horrified to admit to yourself that he was hot. You’d never really seen it before, how all the girls in your year (and other years) fawned over the long-haired boy.

But he was currently standing in front of you still adorned in his quidditch gear, hair pulled back into a low bun - though he had many fly-aways on account of his recent time in the air - his cheeks still dusted pink from the assertion, and he was currently fuming on your behalf.

Yeah...he was hot.

“Easy.” Remus warned.

“Answer me!” Sirius spat back.

“Pads. I mean it, leave it.” Remus said with finality.

Your eyes darted nervously between the two boys currently staring each other down, but Potter’s eyes were still steadfast on you.

“Let me, Rem.” He finally said gently – the most gently you’d ever heard from the rambunctious boy as he gently moved Remus aside and took over.

“I’m okay, you know.” You offered, not liking how worked up these boys were currently over you.

“I know.” He agreed. “I just hate to see you hurt.”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why.” You pressed. James looked like you just asked him to calculate the distance between the galaxy of Andromeda and our solar system using the measurement of broomsticks.

“I... I don’t want to see you hurt?”

“You want to see Snape hurt.” You countered, causing James’ face to harden.

“Snape’s a tosser.” He muttered darkly.

“I’m not any nicer than Snape.”

“See, Y/N. You’re so smart and lovely and perfect, but you are way off on that front.” James said through a laugh. “Snape is prejudiced, vindictive, and a racist blood supremist. You’re just combative.” He explained, punctuating the word combative with a gentle boop of your nose.

You wanted to break his finger.

But that would be combative, and you would rather die than prove Potter right, so you opted to roll your eyes instead.

“Did they even hang around to see if she fucking survived or did they just take off to avoid detention?” Sirius spat at Remus, not looking any calmer than he did when he arrived.

“They stayed.” You answered tiredly. “They took off afterwards, and not to avoid detention, but to avoid me.”

“And me.” Remus muttered quietly, looking dangerously close to going back out there to find them himself.

“Did you threaten them?” Sirius asked severely, though you weren’t sure who exactly he had asked.

“Yes.” You and Lupin both answered exasperatedly.

Sirius looked between the two of you before letting out a sigh. “Fine, but if I run into them, I’m hexing them into oblivion.”

“Not if I get to them first.” You growled.

Sirius’ face finally softened as he sat on the end of your bed and cautiously touched your ankle under the blankets.

“You sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

And you aren’t sure what did it.

You weren’t sure if it was the softness you saw in Sirius that you were sure you could have never even imagined possible from a person, let alone someone related to the infamous Black family. Or if it was the eyebrows of Remus Lupin that were furrowed in concern as he dutifully watched his boyfriend finish plastering a bandage to your head, or if it was the unbelievable softness of James Potter’s touch – in complete contrast to his fast, rough, bouncing personality that you were usually subjected to.

But dammit, you felt a tear slip down your cheek.

You wiped it away quickly and nodded your head in yes.

You braced yourself for the teasing, the cooing, the dramatic displays of affection. But Sirius quickly stood and disappeared behind the curtains, James began pouring you a glass of water, and Remus reached into his bag for something.

Remus returned to you first, breaking off a square of chocolate for you. “It’ll help.”

You were too embarrassed to argue and took it, popping it into your mouth dutifully.

“Here.” Sirius said as he appeared back at your bedside, handing you a vial.

“What is it?” You asked, your voice taut with emotion.

Sirius’ eyes softened again as he offered you a sad smile. “Calming draught. You can’t have any more pain potion, but this might make you feel better.”

“And if not, maybe you can convince Moony to share more of his chocolate.” James commented with a soft smile.

You grimaced at the taste of the potion and chased it with the water James had poured for you.

“Thank you.” You admitted quietly, shame colouring your tone as you looked to your lap.

“None of that.” Remus said as he handed you another piece of chocolate.

You took it skeptically. “Why do they call you Moony?”

No one said anything for a moment, but you could tell that neither James nor Sirius were moving a muscle as they watched Remus who in turn watched you.

“Because of my lycanthropy.” He said plainly.

You looked at the various scars before you started to laugh. Sirius’ face drained of all colour while James visibly tensed.

“Of course you are. Remus Lupin. Named after a man raised by wolves and the lupus, or wolf constellation. Oh gods, it was predestined, clearly.”

“Are...are you laughing at me right now?” Remus asked incredulously.

“It’s a little funny...no?” You asked back.

He looked as if he were torn between laughing and crying. “I pour my heart out to you – my deepest darkest secret, and you laugh at me?” He asked again, some amusement colouring his features.

“I told you, I’m an arse.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Does it bother you?” Sirius asked cautiously from the end of your bed, face appearing impassive for all intents and purposes.

“I don’t see why it should, it’s none of my business.”

“It could be.” Remus input.

“You don’t want me. I’m no good, Lupin.” You stressed, looking back down at your hands.

“Neither am I.” Sirius agreed.

“Me neither.” Remus added.

“I’m n-” James started.

“So what if the only one of us worthy of love and affection here is James?” Sirius said, cutting James off. “It’s not going to stop me from cherishing what I can get - deserved or not.”

You groaned and threw your head back onto the pillow, cringing at the effect the fast movement had on you and the pain that the movement elicited in your neck.

“Okay, what about this.” James conciliated. “You don’t have to agree to be with us, just give us a chance? The time of day? One Hogsmeade trip to let us fawn over you.”

You looked up at his deep brown eyes that felt so warm you wanted to make a home in them. Sirius, in all his bravado, looked pained as he waited for an answer, and Remus smiled encouragingly at you.

“Fine!” You acquiesced with a groan. “One Hogsmeade trip.”

Much to your chagrin, though not really at all, it ended up being way more than just one Hogsmeade trip.

Thank you to @unstablereader who gave us the library handholding prompt 🫶

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