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lulublack90 · 1 month

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Prompt 11 - Coffee Shop Au

@wolfstarmicrofic April 11, word count 464

“Sirius, you do not need more coffee!” James warned his friend. “You’re already vibrating like a hummingbird.” Sirius dodged James’s hand as he tried to grab him and pushed the coffee shop door open.

He tried to calm himself down. He knew he really didn’t need more caffeine in his system, but the barista enchanted him, and he couldn’t stay away. He joined the queue and tried not to bounce.

He was next. He could almost feel his skin fizzing, and he didn’t know if it was from anticipation or the heart failure causing amount of coffee pumping through his body.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite customer, back again. What can I get for you, Sirius?” Remus beamed at him, a cup with Sirius’s name already on it in his hand.

“Whatever you have that doesn’t have caffeine in it, and your number before this idiot poisons himself with coffee.” James swooped in behind him and clapped Sirius on the back. They both blushed scarlet.

“Erm, we have camomile tea,” Remus said shyly.

“Perfect. One camomile tea for the hummingbird over here.” James paid for Sirius’s drink and manoeuvred him to the other end of the counter.

It didn’t take long for Sirius’s drink to be ready. Remus set it down and called out his name. Sirius loved how Remus’s gentle Welsh accent lilted when he said his name. James pushed him forward. He felt his face reddening again.

Remus gave him a quick smile as he pushed the cup towards him.

“Thank you,” He whispered before he fled the shop. He sipped his scalding tea and noticed the writing on the cup, ‘My Star’, Sirius and his phone number.

James walked out of the door, grinning, pleased at himself. But before Sirius could chastise him, his phone pinged in his pocket. An unknown number had messaged him. It took him a moment to realise it was the same number as the one on the cup. He opened the message.

‘Hi, My Star. James just gave me your number, he said, in case you chickened out. And I’m messaging you now so I don’t chicken out. Are you free on Friday? Let me know. Your Remus x.’ Sirius nearly passed out.

With shaking hands, he typed out a reply. ‘Hi, I guess My Moon because that’s the only thing that shines brighter than the stars. Yes, I am free. Pizza and a movie at mine? Or we can go out if you’re not comfortable with that. OMG, I’m rambling in a text. Either way, let me know. Your Star x.’ He hit send and smiled at his phone as three little dots appeared. ‘Sounds great. I’ll bring the popcorn, Your Moon x.’

Sirius bolted home. He had a lot of cleaning to do.

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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hi ml, wondering if you’d be able to do poly!marauders x hyperactive!reader who rlly gets the zoomies sometimes (me honestly) and out of nowhere she’s just super energetic and is like “hey sorry i’m gonna run to the store quickly for some stuff” and comes back and she’s got things to bake/cook and they’re all in bewilderment like ??? what is happeneing rn

Thanks for requesting lovely!

poly!maraders x hyperactive!reader ♡ 603 words

“I’m bored,” you say abruptly, knee bouncing so fast it’s shaking the coffee table.

Sirius raises his eyebrows at the unfinished card game between you, him, and James. “Well, that’s a bit insulting.”

You shake your head rapidly. “Not you, sorry. I just…” You gnaw at your lip, and Sirius and James exchange a bemused look. Remus had cut you off from the coffee pot hours ago, but you look like you’re about to start vibrating. “I don’t know, I need something else to do.”

James looks at you consideringly. “Do you wanna start a movie?”

You shake your head again, and you’ve got a look on your face like you’re trying to see inside your own brain.

“We could put on some music,” Sirius suggests.

“No.” You frown. “I feel like I need to climb a tree, or learn how to do a back handspring, or something.” You look at him. “You know?”

Sirius can’t say he does.

“Maybe you just need to take a lap around the block,” Remus says idly, flipping the page in his novel.

You jump to your feet. “I’ve got it,” you announce, and head for the door.

“Wait,” James says quickly, “wait, sweetheart, Remus was just joking.”

Remus looks up from his book, vaguely alarmed. “Yeah, dove, don’t actually run around the block. It’s dark out.”

“I won’t.” You wave them off, grabbing your bag and rushing out the door. You stop a few steps from the threshold, look down at your feet, and come back, slipping on a pair of shoes. “Be back soon!” you call, and before anyone can protest further, you’ve shut the door behind you.

Sirius looks between his boyfriends. “What the fuck was that about?”

Remus shrugs, going back to his book. “Dunno. If she’s not back in twenty minutes, would one of you let me know? We should probably call the police.”

Thankfully for them (and the police), you are back within twenty minutes. You and three bags of groceries.

“Angel.” James stands as you speed into the kitchen, heaving the bags onto the counter. “What’s going on with you? What are you doing?”

“I’m baking cookies.”

“It’s nearly midnight,” Remus says, at the same time as Sirius asks, “What kind of cookies?”

James has perked up at the mention of desserts, too. “Not sure,” you answer with a shrug. “I couldn’t decide between chocolate chip, earl grey, and these peppermint-and-chocolate ones I saw online, so I got ingredients for each and I’m gonna try them all.”

“Dove,” Remus tries again, as James prances happily into the kitchen to help you set up, “it’s nearly midnight. How late are you planning to stay up to finish all that?”

“Also not sure.” You take out three big mixing bowls and begin measuring out flour for each of them. “The dough for the earl grey cookies needs to be refrigerated for a few hours, so I figure I can always freeze the rest if I don’t want to keep going after that.”

Sirius raises his eyebrows, watching as you and James flit about the kitchen like busy hummingbirds. “Should we try and stop them?” he asks Remus quietly.

“No.” Remus is frowning, and Sirius can tell that, behind a layer of weariness, his amber eyes are calculating. “She won’t be able to keep this level of energy up for long. She’ll conk out soon.”

Sirius grins, leaning up to press a kiss to the taller boy’s cheek. “Alright, sunshine,” he says, joining you and James in the kitchen. He hops up onto the counter. “Tell me what I can do to help.”

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inkdrinkerworld · 6 months

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i'm feeling kinda sad bc i feel like no one really cares or listens to what i have to say and i just stop talking sometimes, but i feel like if that happened in a public situation and you just stopped talking sirius would let you know he was listening and just be such a great bf :(( anyways ilysm mwah !

Aww babe, I’m sorry you feel that way! People can be really mean (intentionally or unintentionally)

“…so anyways, the whole point of that was to say that there’s usually never any hummingbirds around anymore-“

The rest of your sentence is lost as the conversation is diverted and someone else, someone more interesting starts speaking.

You and Sirius and all your friends are out at the pub, a usual Friday evening ritual that you’ve gotten a little less shy in participating in, but this makes your stomach churn with something bitter.

Sirius is your boyfriend now, has been since three Friday’s ago, and he’s accustomed to your rambling, your tangents that seem roundabout and never ending- he finds them endearing because he gets to zone in all his attention on you without feeling creepy.

He catches it in real time, the way your voice goes from all excited and chipper to dry and soft. You don’t even get to finish what you’d been saying about hummingbirds.

This isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last, that someone speaks over you like this, but Sirius has witnessed it for the first time and he hates it.

You hate it more because he’s seen it and thought it’s nothing to do with you a type of shame burns in your throat that has your eyes stinging and your hands clenching in your lap.

Sirius doesn’t like that forlorn look on your face, he much rather a when you’re shy and bashful or when you’re a little giggly off your fruity drinks and get a little more flirty with him.

So, he endeavors to change your mood. He was also enraptured by your story telling and the fact that you’d set up a hummingbird feeder at work that actually attracted them.

“Puppy?” He murmurs, hand reaching under the table to grab your own thats clenched into a fist.

“Yeah Siri,” you try for upbeat, but Sirius knows what you sound like when you’re truly happy.

“Can you finish what you were saying about the hummingbirds?” He watches in absolute delight as your face brightens. It’s something like watering a flower that’d been dehydrated- the way you perk.

“Are you sure? They’re speaking too,” Sirius shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

“Would much rather hear you chatter pup, now don’t leave me in the dark much longer- I’ll keel over.”

#siriusblack #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black fluff #sirius black fic #sirius black x reader #sirius black x black!reader #sirius black x yn #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n

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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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🐚 james potter asking you out to the yule ball. friends to lovers!

enchanted / james potter

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james potter x fem! reader, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

wc: 1k

in which your childhood best friend james potter takes you to the yule ball<3

this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

a/n: uhhh so i know i said i was just doing a drabble but this is. quite a bit more than a drabble like somehow it turned into a full fic?? i also tweaked this a tiny bit so it’s childhood best friends to lovers, i hope that’s okay:) also i think my characterization especially in the dialogue is rly off here idk whats up with me lately. ty for the ask my love<3

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it started, as it always had with james, with a note.

you’d instantly recognized his chicken scratch handwriting on the torn piece of parchment floating towards you, the hasty smiley face and heart with an arrow drawn through it symbols you’d seen hundreds of times before. the time you were sick at home and couldn’t play outside, so he’d slipped a note into your mailbox to say he missed you. the apology note from when you were six years old and he’d crashed into you on his toy broom, consequently breaking your arm in the process. the letters he’d written to you on vacation the summer he visited his grandparents and aunts and uncles, detailing all the hijinks and shenanigans he’d gotten up to with his cousins. since childhood, james had been your best friend- the person who knew you most in the world, always a shoulder to cry on, someone you knew you could count on forever. the boy you loved, secretly, ever since that day so long ago when he’d taken you to his secret treehouse and smuggled a tray of euphemia’s famous cardamom shortbread cookies to share.

but this note was different.

y/n,

i’ve got something to ask you. meet me in the room of requirement in 5 minutes?

- prongs x

uncrumpling the scrap of parchment, a smile spread across your lips, blush coloring your cheeks. searching for james across the great hall, you spotted him sitting with the marauders, where they were all supposedly studying for the charms test next thursday. james was sprawled across the bench, laughing about something sirius was saying, but straightened up when remus elbowed him in the ribs, peter whispering something in his ear and gesturing to you. james’s hazel eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows in the form of a question.

biting your bottom lip, you looked down at the note and back up at him again. oh my god. it was finally happening. you scrawled a note back, tucking the one from him into your pocket, and cast a spell on it quickly, watching it fold into an origami bird and fly over to the marauders, delicate paper wings fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

jamie,

of course.

- y/n xo

james’s stomach filled with butterflies when he saw the hugs and kisses at the bottom of the paper, along with your childhood nickname for him at the top. no one called him that, not even lily. and you’d always signed your name like that, ever since euphemia taught you how to sign your name way back when, but he couldn’t help but think maybe it meant something different this time. maybe it was finally his chance. a smile playing on his lips, james ambled out of the great hall, presumably to your secret meeting in the room of requirement. his walk was nonchalant- but the silent cheers of the marauders, along with the back pats and not-so-subtle spray of cologne from sirius’s pocket were anything but. you caught sirius’s eye and threw him a questioning look- what did they have planned?- but he only shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender.

casually gathering up your books and leaving the great hall to go find the room of requirement, you smoothed your hair and tried to hide the blush growing across your face, creeping up to your ears. you couldn’t help but silently scold yourself- james was your best friend, and had been for years. sure, you’d always been harbouring a small crush, but you’d always vowed to never act on it- you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. nevertheless, you made your way to the room of requirement, and tried to quell your beating heart as the door swung open- revealing your best friend, suddenly all decked out in a suit.

“james,” you said, all breath suddenly gone from your lungs. he was so pretty, with his messy dark curls a contrast to his freshly pressed tuxedo, the collar stiffly starched and swan white. he looked happy, hopeful, nervous- a bundle of emotions. in his hands was a singular rose.

“hi,” he said back. slack-jawed, you took a step into the room of requirement. it was stunning. it seemed to have converted itself into a romantic tea room. fresh flowers were hung everywhere, and on a small side table there lay an envelope. your interest piqued, you looked at your best friend questioningly.

“before you say anything,” james said hurriedly, “like i said, i want to ask you a question. so i’d like to invite you to open that envelope right there.”

eyebrows raised, you took it carefully and pried the wax seal open. what was going on? you set the envelope down, and slowly unfolded the piece of parchment inside it.

will you go to the yule ball with me?

you looked up at james, eyes wide. was this some sort of sick joke? but a bouquet had materialized in his hands and he was bouncing on the soles of his feet. when he met your eyes, the doubt must have been clear, because his face immediately fell and he resembled some sort of wounded animal. slack-jawed, not wanting to leave him hanging, your brow furrowed. “are you- are you serious?”

instead of making a wisecrack about his best friend’s name, james nodded. “if you’ll have me. y/n- i love you. and i don’t want to ruin our friendship, but-”

without another word, you cut him off, stepping forward and engulfing him in a hug. he smelled like cedar wood and butterbeer, cotton and leather, with a hint of sleakeasy’s hair potion sprinkled in. your best friend. the boy who loved you. james. and then you kissed him- sweet and lingering, his hands traveling up your back and cupping your face. it was even better than you had ever imagined.

“so..is that a yes?” james asked, and you giggled. “if you’ll have me.”

he smiled, the same genuine one from when you were kids, dropping another gentle kiss on the tip of your nose and tenderly squeezing your hands. “of course i’ll have you, darling. m’gonna give you the best night of your life.”

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bruisedboys · 11 months

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𖦹 MAL’S 4K CELEBRATION!

guys 4k finally!!!!! I’ve been waiting for this for so long cos I missed doing cellys and I’m hoping this will get me back into writing properly!! but that’s beside the point, thank you so much for 4k followers, I definitely feel unworthy of it tbh. but thank you for following me and supporting me and keeping this hobby of mine going! cos if I didn’t have you all as my emotional support I’d probably have given up writing on here by now. so thank you!! I love you all so much!!!! kisses for everyone 🤍🤍

p.s. please be patient with me especially with the blurbs!! I haven’t written anything proper in a while but I’ll try my best! xx

rules ─── stick to the character and prompt lists below. no nsfw requests please. send in as many asks as you like, anon or not. please keep it to one request per ask so it’s easier for me to keep track of!

celebration open june 11 to june 21

⟡ characters! james potter, remus lupin, sirius black. eddie munson, steve harrington, jonathan byers. tasm!peter parker, peter quill, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, eddie brock.

⟡ prompts! assorted dialogue, fluff dialogue, question prompts, reassurance prompts

STAR TRIPPING, blurbs ─── send in a character + a prompt from the lists above and I’ll write you a blurb!

SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!

HONEYBODY, au’s ─── send in a character + an au + a scenario/prompt for a blurb! i.e, spidey!steve, rockstar!marauders, rugby!james etc.

MONA LISA, character moodboards ─── send in a character + a scenario, trope, or au for a moodboard!

HUMMINGBIRD, ships ─── send in a short description of yourself + a fandom and a gender preference and I’ll ship you with a character!

BABYDOLL, games ─── tumblr games! cast your mutuals, kiss marry kill, top five, would you rather, etc.

tags! 💌

@bcyhoods @cosmal @oncasette @songs4themoon @fxllfaiiry @ghostlyfleur @inkluvs @vampieteeth @solarluvs @taintedcigs @prongsio @masivechaos @zstrn @headkiss @userdjarins @maebellines @thyme-in-a-bubble @sp1rit-realm @wolvisms @ddejavvu @thedaughters @louvrr @iovesia @h4rmfoul @vhagarlovebot @blondedmuse @rafesmuse @amourrs @amoraffairs @heartshapedparker

#if this flops then um no it didnt #figment of your imagination #here’s to getting over my writers block xxx #⟡ 4k celebration!#nav!

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Oh What's in a Name (1/1) (wolfstar)

"Sirius," Remus said.

Normally Sirius loved when Remus said his name. All the ways: fondly, with love, like his name was a prayer, whispered in a soft breath, caught in a moan on the tip of his lips, groaned out in familiar annoyance, yelled out straight up to the gods, screamed in desperate high pitch, even in a cry that mimic a howl to the moon.

But this one... well Sirius still like the way Remus mouth curled around his name like it tasted so good on his tongue. Yeah this one was a warning and Sirius hated to be reigned in.

He had wild eyes, flowing hair, thoughts that raced and a cheek quicker and wittier than fluttering of the hummingbirds that filled his stomach when he saw Remus. Sirius was not meant to be tamed, and those who tried often suffered a most painful reality check.

But Remus could. And he could do it with just this one call of his name.

Sirius stopped himself in his tracks because while he hated it from anyone else, Remus could tell him to sit down and he'd already be sat. Mostly- and he would die if you knew- because he knew Remus was right. He kept Sirius on quite the long leash, only tugging it back when he was about to walk head first into consequences he couldn't see and wouldn't want to contend with.

So Sirius stopped, took a deep breath and held it for a moment, then breathed out and deflated along with the escaping air. He pouted and let his curls fall in front of his face, just so that when he turned to look at Remus he could let out another huff and blow his bangs dramatically out of his eyes.

Remus barely held in a laugh, and closed the distance between them. "How about we take a walk, yeah? It'll give us a moment to think about our decision," Remus said grabbing Sirius' hand and intertwining their fingers.

"I'm not a dog, Remus," Sirius muttered but followed one step behind Remus, hands still connected, allowing himself to be lead out the door.

Once they were outside and out of earshot, Remus pulled Sirius into his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Sirius melted into him.

"Thank you," Sirius said after a few moments.

"Well I know how important that exhibition is for you, you don't need to make any choices that would jeopardize that just because that guy was being a sick," Remus replied calmly, and pressed a kiss to Sirius' head.

"You are important to me," was all Sirius replied because there would never be enough words for him to really tell Remus just how much better he made his life.

"Oh Sirius," Remus said. And that one, that sweet nothing of his name... yes that one Sirius loved.

#wolfstar #marauders #oh also wolfstar because you asked #remus x sirius #fanfic #just fluff #dead gay wizards #marauders fandom #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #lgbtq+#sirius orion black #remus john lupin

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benjamin-ovich · 1 year

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13. i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.

(send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini-fic inspired by it)

Sirius makes love like he’s dying for it.

James says take your clothes off, and Sirius undresses at once with hasty, impatient hands. James says lie down, and Sirius sinks back into the sheets, staring up at him in dazed, wide-eyed wonder. James says kiss me here and here and here, and Sirius does – his mouth frantic and delicate as hummingbird wings, slick all over James’ skin.

In the bedroom, Sirius is no longer his usual stubborn, ungovernable self. Instead a certain reverence seems to come over him; all it takes is a few insistent kisses from James before he begins trembling, pleading for more. And that does something to James – he gets such an immense, undeniable rush from it, seeing the power he holds over his best friend. Watching Sirius’ cool, knife-sharp composure unravel like silk in his hands, so effortlessly, without James even having to try.

Sirius’ fingertips crawl up the notches in his spine, stormy grey eyes bright with desire, and he’s kissing every inch of James’ body like his life depends on it. He keeps saying I’ll do anything and James knows that he would. He can almost taste Sirius’ eagerness, his ravenous desperation. He knows that Sirius would crawl through the desert, throw himself off a cliff, set the whole world ablaze, just for him.

James whispers I love you and Sirius lets out a choked sob against his throat. He says tell me what you want just to hear Sirius mutter you, you, you – over and over again, repeating the words like a fervent prayer.

#writing #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james x sirius #answered #yeah i love making sirius a wretched simp and what about it

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 10

Plot twist, maybe? Let me know what you guys think of this part!

Warnings: Fainting, Pain.

Benjamin just thought about everything when their talking ceased. Y/N felt her eyes getting droopy and even though she tried to fight it, Ben assured her it was alright and he wouldn’t mind. It had been a long day after all. So while Y/N was napping on the couch, Ben was just admiring her while deciding on what to do next. He needed her by his side again. She made him strong. Shall he take her back to their house? Or maybe wait for that? Perhaps he should stay here with her. Away from the world. It can be like a vacation. He just decided he would ask. Whatever her command would be, he would gladly follow it.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice Y/N stirring up, until he heard her calling his name softly. He shook himself out of his brain and responded.

“Ben, why are you staring at me?”

“Just admiring the beautiful apple of my eye,” he replied, still half in his haze.

“As romantic as that sounds, it can also come off as a little creepy. Don’t use that line on any other lady Mr. Barnes, she might run away,” she teased.

“Good thing I married you then, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Did you just marry me so that you can use that line? I plead offense, your honor,” she faked an offended expression followed by laughter. Ben joined soon after.

“Can I take you home with me?”

“Never in your wildest dreams. I think I prefer going on a date before going to someone’s house.”

“Alright then, let me take you on a date?”

Her laughter stopped.

“You’re serious?”

This time he didn’t hold back. “I’m always Sirius.”

“That sounds like a pun,” earning her a nod.

“Not but seriously, all your stuff is there. Maybe seeing some of that stuff will help you remember? Only if you want to of course,” he added quickly.

Y/N weighed her options. It wasn’t much of a debatable thing. She wanted to remember and this may just help her. What’s the harm? She nodded stating she’ll change and be back in 10 minutes.

When she returned however, Ben was missing. She looked here and there and found him going over some books in her bookshelf.

Knock, knock, knock. Benny?

Oh how he missed her doing that. It was something she picked up after seeing The Big Bang Theory, but didn’t use it with everyone. Even though it was from a show, it was their thing. She had his attention from the first knock, but he just wanted her to finish.

“Benny huh?” He teased.

“Well it rhymes,” she shrugged.

“All set to go?”

“Yep!” She replied, popping up the ‘p’. “But if everything goes according to plan, we may have to come back here. We can’t leave all this stuff.”

“We won’t love, don’t worry.”

And so they left, blasting songs in the car. Suddenly Y/N felt her phone buzzing in her pocket and saw that it was Harry. She reduced the volume and picked it up.

“Hello my dear brother from another mother.”

“Hello my wonderful sister from another mister. How are you?” He chuckled.

“As you said, wonderful. What’s the word hummingbird?” This time Ben chuckled too.

“I talked to Chloe. Well…actually I talked while she screamed. It’s all finalized. We’re getting a divorce.”

“Oh. You alright?”

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine, the love was gone already. I could sense it, just didn’t want to accept it. And before you ask, no you don’t have to come here and console me. Some of my friends are taking me out because I will be apparently wallowing in self-pity. Do you want to join?” She could only imagine him mockingly glaring at his friends, thankful on the inside for their help.

Y/N knew Harry would be fine. She need not worry about him. Even though he loved his wife, he did not tolerate cheaters. “I would love to, Harry, but me and Ben are going to his house. Trying to get some stuff back on line.”

“Oh right…Ben. Alright, Alright! No, don’t cancel your plan for me. Go ahead. Let me know what happens, we can meet some other time for sure. Be safe.”

“Of course Harold. You too.”

“My name’s not Harold.”

“I know. Bye. Be safe,” she said ending the call.

Before Ben could ask, Y/N filled him in on everything. He expressed his regret and even offered to postpone their plans and meet up with him, but Y/N reasoned that Harry would probably get a bit angry if they did that and they would surely visit him after.

Y/N noticed a friendship bracelet on Ben’s wrist from where it had ridden up during driving but did not question it. Meanwhile, he was disappointed hers was lost but trusted her enough to know it wasn’t consciously. He still couldn’t help the feeling though, cursing the asshole for everything.

A lazy afternoon, two 11 year olds were sprawled on the grass near their tree, (with initials carved and everything), waiting for their Hogwarts letters. They were looking up at the clouds, laughing at the shapes they were making, while making up stores connecting all of them. Y/N was narrating one of those off the top of her head, making her voice deep while trying to mimic a dinosaur speaking. Ben was listening, not interrupting, chucking occasionally at the instances of humor in her tale.

He suddenly noticed one of the clouds, resembling something along a hollow circle, making him remember the gift in his pocket. He had spent the last two summers making it, treating it like a fragile glass but mindful of every last detail he knew she would love. Sure they had been friends ever since they were in diapers, but the thing in his pocket was a silent promise for a lot more.

When she finished her story, standing up and giving a little bow while Ben was clapping. Ben’s nerves got the best of him and he was about to abort the mission but Y/N, equally nervous, held something in front of him, urging him to take it.

“I…uh made it…for you.”

Ben looked down to see the perfect combination of beads, hand crafted paper stones and thread, practically shining in the sunlight. He held like it was the most precious thing in the entire multiverse and looked up to see Y/N avoiding his eyes. He could sense her nervousness mixed with his own, which was slowly fading away when their eyes found each other’s.

Wordlessly, he reached into his pocket and handed the delicate package to her, who had just finished tying the bracelet she made on his wrist. She explained she had left a little space because she had run out of beads, but primarily, cause she wanted to put some special ones there, stating their relationship.

Y/N looked at it as if it contained the moons and stars. It did practically contain one, in reference to her middle name. It was the most beautiful thing in her eyes, all that she could ever ask for. Ben cautiously placed it on her wrist, tying it to seal a promise of staying together no matter the future. Finishing with a kiss to each other’s cheeks, they went to naming and making tales of the clouds again.

It became an unspoken promise to never remove the valuable ornament.

Y/N touched her own wrists, getting a faint feeling of something resting there for what was forever. Not wanting to disturb Ben while driving, she decided to question him later, but in the excitement of everything, it slipped her mind.

They both reached pretty fast, at least from Y/N’s perspective. “You’ve been living at like a 15 minutes distance from me? Dude, why didn’t we talk earlier?”

He just shrugged. “I was too nervous. Plus, I didn't want you freaking out.” He knew the way by heart from the amount of times he had gone back and forth.

“Welp that didn’t go as thought.”

His—their house, was beautiful. It was in a peaceful neighborhood and luckily, didn’t stand out much. The inside was like heaven. She couldn’t believe she had once made such a place with the love of her life. Stepping inside, she immediately felt like home, like where she belonged. It seemed familiar. How can she forget the place where she belongs? She was sure Ben had a big part in making her feel all this, but it just felt…complete for the lack of a better word. It was better than words actually.

There was a little couch on the side, glass windows, adorned with fitting curtains, giving a full wonderful view of the neighborhood. The walls had a wooden wallpaper, giving it kind of a long cabin feel. There was a lot of space. You cannot just feel cramped up in this house. There was a little drawer, a circle black coloured marble center table with things kept here and there, along with a copy of Shadow and Bone kept on it. The home had three rooms, Ben explained how one of the other two was reserved for Sebastian. Well actually she and Sebastian shared it. Apparently, she wanted a little independent place for herself sometimes, so she used that one and he, of course, understood. The remaining one being a guest room. Their bedroom was a room with a view.

Their bedroom had a bookshelf, as expected. A nightstand, a dressing table, a spinning chair on which Y/N totally didn’t sit and explored the rest of the house, sarcasm implied. The closet was filled with both their clothes. Posters adored the sky blue coloured walls of this room too. She did not fail to notice the Angry Birds blanket, instantly chuckling at the sight. It was cute.

After her excitement finally died down, she noticed the picture kept on the nightstand. It looked like them, Y/N on one knee. Holy shit, that was unexpected. Ben's hands were covering his mouth, probably too shocked to say anything. Both had happy tears in their eyes, faintly mixed with the rain. And for a moment Y/N wondered what his answer was. Of course it was yes, you dimwit. Otherwise you two wouldn’t be married. She was disappointed she didn’t remember.

And just now, she noticed the other picture kept on the desk. This one had the roles reversed, Ben being on one knee. If you look closely, you can still see a ring adorning his ring finger, one that he still wore. And the ring in the box was the one she had. She did start getting some flashes but her head started hurting a bit.

Ben, who just now entered the room, saw her looking at the photo and decided to enlighten her on that. “You wanted to experience a proposal, I wanted to experience proposing a person, that’s why it happened again, approximately 3 months after yours. You had lost hope that I would, your reason for looking so shocked. Oh and that box, it actually kind of got lost before this very moment, so well…improvisation.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “And apparently, a bubble gum box was just lying there waiting for a ring, wasn’t it?” He just laughed.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? Don’t say you regret proposing to me,” a mix of worry and humor in his voice.

“No no. I am sure I don’t regret that. I’m sorry because I still can’t…I saw a flash, but it’s all blurry. I still can’t remember. I just feel like a failure, I’m failing you. Why did you ever wait for someone like me? I’m nothing but a disappointment,” she spoke with tears in her eyes, letting out a sob.

Ben took her in his arms, and she instinctively rested her head against his chest, “Hey, Hey! You’re not a disappointment, it happens okay? We’ll get through this. You’ll remember with time. And I will always wait for you my love, never doubt that. Even if you push me away, I’ll recoil and fall back in your arms. And don’t worry, if you don’t remember, we’ll just create new memories together…yeah? Love please don’t cry, you’ll make me cry.”

Hearing that, she immediately stopped. She doesn’t think she’ll be able to see him cry, unless they’re happy tears. The eyes that used to remind her that nothing’s out of reach, can’t be filled with tears, not due to her or anyone as long as she’s alive. He just kept holding her for a few more moments, before she untangled herself, took his hand and moved outside, seeing some more photo frames.

Most of them had the two lovers attached at the hip. Some of them had Sebastian. Others were having his parents. Sadly, there wasn’t any photo with her parents, but there surely was one photo with her brother. Aiden had auburn hair, muscular built and probably 6 feet too, from what she could see. He had his one arm around her, while the other was held in a cast. Since this photo was taken from a closer angle, she could see something written on the cast, just not clearly what. Smiling happily at the photo, she moved on to the next one. Letting go of Ben’s hands this time, due to her excitement.

Seeing that photo. She instantly froze.

It was a photo of her and Ben.

On the altar.

Saying their I do’s.

She felt a throbbing pain in her head and crying out in pain, she clutched it, immediately catching the attention of Ben, who was admiring the picture they took at Disneyland. He rushed over to her, before she could fall again, but still time, despite being close…he was too late.

Y/N’s brain was a whirlwind of thoughts. She desperately tried to call for…for who? It was something from B—Billy? No—Ben? Yes. She suddenly saw flashes of everything, basically 27 years worth of stuff, from their first time playing, dressing in matching costumes, to the first kiss, proposal and even the wedding. It all suddenly became too much and she cried out in pain. She suddenly felt all that going away. His face, his smell, the feeling of his hands, his heartbeat—anything. It was all slowly slipping away. She was left running in the dark.

With her mind being a whirlwind of memories, emotions and desperation, she could only muster enough strength to choke out, “I love you,” with tears streaming down her face. They weren’t all sad tears, no, in fact they weren’t sad tears at all. They were happy tears filled with hope and adoration for the man she loved more than everything itself. She was sadly not able to hear his response as she felt her body hitting something hard and it all blacked out. Ben being the last thing on her mind.

#ben barnes #sebastian stan #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes x you #sirius black #fanfic #fanfiction #bin bons #Memories

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July 2022 Posts

Newest uploads at the bottom of this post.

20th July 2022

Monster - Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader - Chapter 1

The Avengers Bicycle Race

The Hunger Games Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios - When you meet for the first time

21st July 2022

Tell me - Natasha Romanoff x fem insecure reader

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader - Chapter 2

Jealousy - Rania x fem reader

22nd July 2022

My True Self - Noaf x fem reader - Chapter 1

Trust - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

23rd July 2022

The Brightest Star - Mirabel Madrigal x fem reader

Burden - Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

24th July 2022

Mariam's Twin - Layan x fem reader

I Went Through The Same - Sirius Black x fem teen reader

25th July 2022

Hummingbird - Kyoka Jiro x fem reader - Chapter 1

26th July 2022

Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader - Chapter 1

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader - Chapter 3

I Will Win For Us - Clove Kentwell x fem reader - Chapter 1

27th July 2022

The Hunger Games Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios - When They Realize They Love You

28th July 2022

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader - Chapter 4

What If I Had Been A Better Brother? - Sirius Black x sister reader

29th July 2022

My True Self - Noaf x fem reader - Chapter 2

Guitar - Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

30th July 2022

Escape - Touka Kirishima x fem reader

31st July 2022

Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader - Chapter 2

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Mischievous Malta

Original meme belongs to blaze-on-fire. As a historical retelling, "Pocahontas" is trash. As a fairy tale... eh, it's okay. I recast it with an elemental theme. The title is based on the English translation of Pocahontas which means "the mischievous one". That was actually a nickname. Her real name was Makoata. Malta (Sea Prince and the Fire Child) as Matoaka. The brightest flame in the Fire Tribe. Marvelous, if not a little irresponsible. Sirius (Sea Prince and the Fire Child) Appointed successor to the Sea King. Obsidian (Steven Universe) as Grandmother Willow. She's a lava spirit. Hyperia (Sea Prince and the Fire Child) as Chief Powhaton. Queen of the Fire Tribe and ruler of the Ash Islands. Zuko (Avatar, season 1 version) as Kekata. He's Malta's protector. Piele (Sea Prince and the Fire Child) as Nakoma. She's the shaman-in-training, and Maltas' companion. Bibel (Sea Prince and the Fire Child) as Thomas. He's supposed to be Sirius' guardian. But he'd not very good at it. SpongeBob and Patrick (SpongeBob SquarePants series) as Ben and Lon. Loyal members of the Sea Tribes' Navy. The Flying Dutchman (SpongeBob version) as Governor Radcliff. Creepy, conniving sea spirit. Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants series) as Wiggins. While everyone else is running around, he's writing up a detailed report to the Sea King. Horsea (Pokémon series) as Percy. She's female in this version and instead of saying her name, she makes cooing noises. Cyndaquil (Pokémon series) as Meeko. He's a male in this, and makes porcupine noises. Torchick (Pokémon series) as Flit. I didn't realize until recently that there aren't any hummingbird Pokémon. And now that I know that, it really ticks me off! Anyway, she's female, and makes clucking sounds. The story is this... The sea is running out of salt, so King Oceanus sends out an expedition (lead by Sirius and the Dutchman) to find more on land. The first place they look is The Ash Islands, home of the Fire Tribe. There, Queen Hyperia is training her daughter Malta to take over from her. But Malta would rather sneak off with Cyndaquil to play in the meadows and watch Obsidian build new land out of lava. The expedition crew sets up camp in a small cove and start mining for salt. Rather than oversee the mining, Sirius sneaks off with Horsea to explore the terrain. While the Dutchman insists that Fire people are all savage pyromaniacs, Hyperia insists that Sea people are all greedy and cold-hearted. When Sirius and Malta meet for the first time, they're scared, and keep a distance. The second time, their pets play with each other. The third time, they talk to each other about their homes and develop mutual respect. The fourth time, they bring their friends to meet each other. All is going well until it's discovered that the constant salt mining is damaging the Islands' structure. Then, Zuko tracks Malta to the meeting place and attacks Sirius. Bibel and Horsea blast water at them, accidently killing Zuko. Sirius gets Bibel and Horsea to flee, while he stays to be arrested by the Fire Tribe. Hyperia is about to kill Sirius, but Malta stops her. Bibel leads the other Sea People to the site and they all beg Hyperia not to hurt their prince, apologizing for mining their island and promising to go somewhere else. All but the Dutchman, who threatens her with an ice sword. Sirius and Malta wrestle the sword away and subdue him. Hyperia forgives the Sea people and tells them where they can find more salt. Obsidian repairs the damage with magma (and locks the Dutchman in a black cage!) Sirius and Malta promise to become more responsible and one day reunite. A new age is dawning on the horizon.

#recast meme #movie recast #pocahontas #sea prince and the fire child #spongebob #pokemon

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why would you want to do anything with your weekend other than read a fic with these stunning tags, i.e., The Annunciation, @bigblckdog‘s wolfstar italian renaissance au? 9 of 11 chapters are up and the rest is in progress this very second!

#I happen to know that she has been furiously writing it for several days straight now #with the help of her pup and the hummingbirds outside her window #and the advice of my medievalist friend who supplied information about manuscripts #she is powered by almonds and rage #and true love for remus sirius and art #READ IT you will not be disappointed #fic rec

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harrypottershpf · 7 years

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Los Patronus de los Potter-Weasley (Actualizado)

#harry potter #Ginny Weasley #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #ciervo #deer #caballo #horse #cierva #hind #cervatillo #fawn #hummingbird #colibrí #patronus #shpf

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rollercoasterwords · 2 years

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i would kill to read a sad one shot involving the ringszzz

here u go u masochist...the one thing i promised myself i would not do

Remus, June 1996

He was supposed to stay at the house.

It was all Remus could think as he dodged another spell, threw up another shield, shouted another curse. He was furious, heart gnawing against the cage of his ribs, ready to erupt bloody and burning from his chest. He was going to kill Sirius once they got home—he was going to scream at him until his throat went raw, kiss him until his lips bled.

But really, what had he expected? He should have known the moment Severus called, should have seen it coming the second Harry’s name left Snape’s lips. Stay behind, Snape had said, Someon needs to wait for Dumbledore. But Sirius had done months of waiting. Remus remembered what that felt like.

The ring on his hand hummed with life, heart beating so fast and staccato that it almost felt like music. Remus could feel it—the adrenaline in his blood, the magic in his veins, the thrill of battle that sent both their pulses kicking. He was there, too, in the palm of Sirius’s hand. Wrapped around his finger, as he’d always been.

Harry was somewhere behind them, trying to drag Neville to safety. Tonks was in the wings—Shacklebolt—Moody—all of them punching back the death eaters with bursts of magic that Remus could feel like a kick in the teeth. He hadn’t been immersed in this much power in ages; he drank it in, sharp-toothed and hungry. Lucius Malfoy began to stink of fear.

And then—

CRACK

Old magic, bitter and powerful, burning like whiskey. Dumbledore appeared in the doorway; it was over, the death eaters fleeing, the battle won.

“Come on, you can do better than that!”

Remus turned just as the words left his lips. Sirius was laughing, eyes wild and bright, teeth flashing. His heartbeat was a jackrabbit; a hummingbird; a rock and roll song—an electric guitar, screaming. In a room full of shadows, he was the brightest star in the sky.

He was beautiful.

He was alive.

He was everything.

And then he was illuminated, the jet of light hitting him square in the chest. He was falling, laughter still etched on his face. He was disappearing, eyes gone wide with shock. At the very last moment they shifted, looking past Bellatrix— and for just one second, one fraction of a second, they found Remus.

He was gone.

The ring beat once, a steady, painful thump.

Then it went cold.

#iffy about this bc my writing style is...pretty different from mkb's #so i don't really feel like i can capture THE atyd remus #but whatever a little drabble on tumblr never hurt anyone #hope this is what u wanted anon lol #unfortunately i do not have the mental fortitude for an entire oneshot this is the best i can do #txt #ask #atydsp #writing <3

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Darkling masterlist

• Main Masterlist • Moodboards masterlist•

SERIES

Echo & Ghost (Locke&Key AU) 🌎

When Worlds Collide (His Dark Materials AU) 🌎

ONE SHOTS

Secrets part 1 of this

My own little Star 🔥 Kinktober prompt - size difference

Devoured by the Dark ❌🔥 ⚡💔🌎 Kinktober prompt - edging/orgasm denial

The only one 🔥 🧸 Kinktober prompt - teasing

Lost you ⚡(🧸) Summary: You run away and almost die, but the Darkling comes to your rescue…

Not yet 🧸 Summary: You just don’t want to get up from bed yet…

Turning point (A Discovery of Witches AU) 🌎🔥 🧸⚡ vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Reader

The Evil Queen (king!Darkling x queen!Reader) Summary: He made you a villain… or at least he thought so…

OTHER STUFF

Update (Locke & Key AU, illustration of relationships)

Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon ❌🔥 🧸⚡

priest!Aleksander x Reader, NSFW headcanons of corruption and wicked things (❌)🔥🌎

made up fic title: His Queen

made up fic title: Diamond Hummingbirds

made up fic title: Under the rain

made up fic title: Amidst the Storm

made up fic title: Horse Riding accident

made up fic title: My little witch

made up fic title: the bride ran away

#darkling #aleksander morozova #masterlist #character masterlist #the darkling #the darkling x reader #darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan #general kirigan x you #general kirigan x reader #my fics #my stuff

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in my head. | remus lupin

thank u, next x marauders

alexa, play in my head by ariana grande

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: you try to tell remus how perfect you think he is, but his insecurities get in the way

word count: 1,819

warnings: mentions of injury

a/n: yuh, in my head is one of my favourites from thank u next and i really love this story ahhh it's so cute okay bye - kennedy

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Love was a funny thing. When you’re in love with someone, you tend to focus on the good of the person, and completely ignore all of their flaws. Whether you convince yourself that you’re different and you don’t do that, it will be true for everyone. Everything about the person you love is distorted through rose coloured glasses.

I always thought of Remus Lupin as a perfect angel. From the first time our eyes met on the train in first year, I knew I would grow to care for him deeply. Even later on, when we became the closest of friends, as well as with James, Sirius, and Peter, I knew I would care for him forever.

It was me who first noticed something strange with Remus the first year, only raising slight concerns when he would disappear for a few days and come back, cuts on his face and arms littered with bruises. Pointing this out to him only made him shy away, so I took my concerns and thoughts over to the other boys.

Second year was when we finally confronted Remus about what was going on. Ashamed of himself, he explained of his lycanthropy, expecting us to leave him, but of course, we did not. By now, my heart had begun to flutter whenever I caught Remus’ gaze from across the classroom or whenever our hands grazed each other’s when passing books between us. I knew I liked Remus in a different way to the other boys.

We never left Remus’ side when we found out he was a werewolf. He expected us to think of him as a monster, but I only saw another thing to hush about him in private. His bravery, his courage. his persistence. He seemed perfect to me, not bothering to suspect that maybe lycanthropy was a flaw.

Perfection. As we grew older, I only saw Remus as perfect. Perfect cedar hair that swept to the side, fluffing at the top of his head. Warm, inviting eyes that perfectly swirled with wonder and mystery. Scars across his face, seemingly endearing. It came natural to me in third year when I realised that I had a crush on the wolf boy, confusing me as to why I hadn’t realised earlier.

In fourth year, my love for Remus only grew stronger and in fifth year, the other marauders and I made a pact to become animagi to help Remus during his full moons, much to his disputes.

When it was time to show Remus our animagus forms, we ushered him into the Room of Requirement one quiet night, a few days before the full moon. It was a risky idea as Remus often became more and more anxious as the full moon came closer but we thought the revelation would calm him down.

“I don’t understand what we’re doing here.” Remus muttered, playing with the fingers in his hands anxiously. I stood by his side, wrapping my arm around him comfortingly, as Sirius started explaining what was going on.

“I know that you always feel alone and scared during the full moons so we wanted to find a way to help you.” Sirius said, gesturing to the group around us. When Remus looked my way, I gave him a small smile, feeling a blush rise on my cheeks, as Sirius continued. “So, we made it our mission to become animagi.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Remus looked absolutely terrified, getting all flustered as he pulled away from us, backing away against a wall. “That’s dangerous, that’s illegal. I can’t have you guys in trouble because of me.”

“It’s okay Remus.” James said, trying to calm down the anxious werewolf, turning into a majestic stag to show him.

“We’re going to be with you on your full moons and help you.” Peter added, before changing into a small rat, squirming around to Remus’ feet.

“It’s been researched that werewolves won’t try to attack animals as much as people.” Sirius offered, turning himself into a dog, whimpering as he brushed up against the stag next to him.

Remus strolled over to me, concern welling up in his pleading eyes. “Not you too, please don’t say you’re an animagus too.”

Slightly offended, I turned myself into a delicate hummingbird and gently rested on Remus’ shoulder. He looked almost like he was about to cry. In a hushed voice, he whispered so only I could hear: “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Right then, James turned back into his person form and said, “please just let us help you. Let us be there for you, as your friend.”

“Plus,” I mentioned, becoming a person again too, “I’m working towards becoming a healer, so I can help patch you up as well afterwards.” I sent Remus a small smile.

So, it was decided. Each full moon after that, we went with Remus through his transformation, and every full moon, I fell deeper and deeper in love with him.

It was probably all the time we spent together after the full moon, only the two of us left in the shrieking shack, when the rest of the boys went to fetch Madame Pomfrey. The quiet chats we would share for the twenty minutes we had to ourselves, talking about nothing and everything, as the near exhausted Remus laid half awake, muttering a string of thank you’s under his breath.

One particular night, Remus didn't have that bad of a transformation, leaving him less bruised and battered than usual, only a few cuts across his torso and face. Insisting he didn’t need Madame Pomfrey, he trusted me in fixing him up all by myself.

“Thank you.” Remus breathed out after a few minutes of silence since the boys had left. I blushed, nothing unusual, hiding my scarlet didn’t cheeks with a dirty rag I had wiped the dirt off of him with.

“What do I always say, Rem?” I asked, carefully stroking the damp cloth across his chest, cleaning up the dried blood. “You don’t have to thank me for helping you.”

“But I want to.” Remus started, taking my hand in his, raising it up close to his face to gently kiss my knuckles. “You don’t have to be here right now. You shouldn’t have to be here right now. You look too tired to be looking after me all the time. Go to bed.”

“No. I’m here for you, because I love you and you’re my friend.” It just slipped past my lips, those three words. On the outside, it looked like just another thing I said, going back to working at the cuts across his chest. Inside, my heart was working overtime, beating faster than usual. I couldn’t believe I had just said that.

Eyes flickering upwards towards Remus, I took in the fact that he had dozed off, probably not even hearing the confession that had fallen without me trying, and I was okay with that. He looked perfect, quietly sleeping there, eyes shut, so I worked silently, patching up his cuts, placing a single kiss on his hairline as he slept.

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The next day tradition was always visiting Remus in the hospital wing as Madame Pomfrey always insists he stays there for an extra day. After classes, the rest of the marauders and I piled into the wing to tell Remus about their days.

Today, I stayed quiet, still shocked about what I had confessed the night earlier. As the boys kept Remus occupied, I anxiously waited for when he would eventually ask to talk to me.

As the boys dispersed from the hospital wing, I felt a shaking hand grab mine, pulling me to stay. My heart was thumping out of my chest but I stayed put, sitting on the edge of Remus’ bed, looking into his perfect eyes.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Remus muttered, playing with my own fingers mindlessly. “Is something on your mind?”

I needed to tell him. It was the perfect time to tell him about how I felt but I couldn’t find the right words to say. Everything felt like a jumble in my head. Nothing was coming out of my throat and my brain was blank.

“I’ll tell you what,” Remus said, squeezing my hand reassuringly, “once I get out of here, we can go raid the kitchens together, like we used to, you know? And after that, we can go sit by the black lake and read one of your muggle books you always read.”

“You’re perfect, you know that, right?” I whispered under my breath, getting a soft chuckle out of Remus.

“I’m far from perfect, sweetheart.”

But I didn’t believe him. He always proved himself wrong in different aspects. Holding up to his promises, he came with me to the kitchens, telling the elves to fetch an abundance of chocolate, a love we shared between us.

Walking down to the black lake together, it was solemn but peaceful. Sounds of animals chirping and leaves rustling filled the air, a light breeze brushing past us as we walked down the path. Once we got to our favourite spot, we sat down, with Remus pulling out an old copy of Alice in Wonderland to read.

As he read aloud, I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. All I knew was that it was finally time to tell him how I felt about him. It was time to tell him that I was in love with him.

“I need to tell you something.” I abruptly said, interrupting Remus’ reading of the book. He looked up at me, humming, egging me to go on.

“You’re perfect.” I reinstated, much like I said before in the hospital wing, but instead of getting a glimpse of laughter like before, I was met by Remus’ confused eyes.

“Remus,” I sucked in a breath of air, “I’m in love with you.”

Silence. A pause. At that moment, I knew I had blown it. He stared at me, not saying a word, until he murdered something, so quietly I almost didn’t hear.

“No, here’s the thing: you’re in love with a person you’ve created in your head, that you are trying to, but cannot fix. The only thing you can fix is yourself.”

My heart stopped.

“You don’t want to love me, [Y/N], I’m a monster.”

Acting on instinct, I cupped his cheek with my hand, placing a soft kiss on his temple, that was immediately washed away by a tear that had rolled down my own cheek.

“You’re not a monster.” My voice was shaky. “And I do love you. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

And he held me closer, placing a kiss on my lips. Out of shock, I didn’t know what to do, but then, I kissed back, pulling my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. When we pulled away, I stared into his perfect eyes.

Perfect.

“I love you too, [Y/N].

#harry potter #marauders era #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you

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(I am once again posting unedited nightmares to Tumblr.)

CW: strong language, violence, character death. The first thing Remus noticed was that the floor was cold. The texture rough against his stubbled cheek, scraping against his forearms as he slowly pushed himself up. He blinked blearily, eyes adjusting to the dim torchlight. Stone floors, stone walls, iron bars.

A cell.

His head was throbbing; there was dried blood in his hair. This time it might have been his own. He recalled bright lights, curses flying, sizzling past his ear. Red. Darkness.

A Stunner.

How did they find me?

He couldn't remember.

If he concentrated, he could hear breathing, other heartbeats. One, two, three... no, four. He scented the air; three male, one female. Human, goblin. Familiar — very familiar, though he was struggling to think beyond the pounding in his skull. He couldn't recall their faces.

Somewhere out of view, a door swung open: hinges creaking, wood groaning, scraping along the floor. A jangle of keys. This scent... (juniper berry and wood shavings and cheap dusty tea) this scent he knew.

rat rat rat

"Oh good, you're not dead," Peter said in a tone that might have sounded cheerful if not for the underlying tension of attempted murder and heart-wrenching betrayal.

"Sorry to disappoint," Remus replied. His voice was rougher than the stone he'd woken on and twice as cold. On the other side of the wall, two heartbeats quickened; a quiet intake of breath.

They know me.

"Ah, don't be like that, Moony. I've brought you supper."

"Think I'd rather starve, thanks."

Peter gave that snorty little laugh that Remus used to privately think was endearing and now just made him want to yank the bastard's brains out through his nostrils.

"Just as dramatic as ever, I see." He showed the plate to Remus. "It's just a bacon sarnie. Light on the butter and practically raw, just the way you like it."

It was the way he liked it, and Remus hated him for it.

"Why am I here?"

"Skipping right over the small talk, eh? That's not like you at all." Peter opened a small grate, pushing the plate through the bars. "Come on, Moony. You know why."

"Don't call me that."

If he hadn't been watching for it, he'd have missed the tiny flicker of hurt across Peter's face. The twitch of his brows, the near imperceptible thinning of his already too-thin lips. The shadows under his eyes darkening.

He looked terrible. He looked sorry. Remus hated him even more.

"Alright, Remus then. Or would you prefer Lupin?"

"I would prefer you didn't call me anything, honestly."

"Too bad," Peter said briskly. "I'm the jailor, so unless you just don't want to talk at all..."

"That would be lovely, actually."

"Liar." Peter grinned. "You love hearing yourself talk, always did. You were worse than James—"

The bars rattled as Remus slammed into them, fury bubbling in his veins. Peter leapt out of his reach, eyes wide, frightened as he'd been that night in the shack.

"DON'T!" Remus snarled, fangs bared. "Don't you ever speak his name!"

Peter stared at him, his hummingbird pulse slowly steadying as he remembered who was on which side of the bars. He put his hands up, placating.

"Alright, Remus. Fair enough. I'm sorry."

No you're not.

Peter hovered awkwardly for a moment, rocking on his heels like he had something more to say — like there was anything more to say. As if he had a right to be disappointed that Remus would sooner swallow his own tongue than accept anything he offered.

"Right. I'll leave you to it, then. Be back tomorrow."

Remus watched him slip out of the room in silence, the heavy door swinging shut, the lock turning with a dull click just as the plate shattered against the wall.

"Brought you some soup today," Peter said conversationally. "Figured you might need it after talking to Bellatrix."

He slipped the bowl through the grate; Remus didn't move from his spot against the opposite wall. Every one of his nerve endings was on fire, but he'd be damned before he'd show it.

"She really needs to work on her conversational skills," he croaked, and immediately regretted it. Peter's eyes sharpened, searching his face.

Nothing to see here. Not for you.

"She was always mad as a hatter before, but Azkaban really didn't do her any favours in that regard." Peter sighed, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "Can't say I'm upset about getting out of that one."

It was in that moment that Remus decided that the Killing Curse was too good for Peter.

He hauled himself to his feet, trudging over to the front of the cell on shaky legs, leaning over carefully to pick up his supper.

"I see you remembered my favourite again." He sniffed at the bowl of soup suspiciously, checking for strange ingredients.

Potato. Leek. Broth... chicken I think. Cream. Bacon again, probably leftover.

"Figured a taste of home might not go amiss," Peter said quietly, frowning. "I haven't poisoned it, you know."

"I'm well aware that the only thing you poison is friendships," Remus agreed. "If you wanted to kill me, I should watch for a knife in my back."

"...That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

They stared one another down silently, Peter with his best rainy morning face on, Remus towering above him like a thundercloud. He slowly poured the soup out onto the floor, flinging the bowl back through the bars. Peter dodged at the last second; it bounced off the wall next to his ear and clattered harmlessly to the floor.

He'd learned his lesson since the plate, apparently.

"Right," Peter declared in an overly plummy tone as he pushed off the wall, "we'll just try again tomorrow, shan't we?"

The following day, Peter brought down bangers and mash; it was cold and grainy, and the bangers were burned to hell.

Remus ate it anyway.

"You know, as pleased as I am that you've stopped throwing tantrums over the food," Peter mused through a mouthful of toast, "I'm genuinely surprised you haven't asked me why I did it."

Remus paused, looking up from his plate through one, unswollen eye.

"Probably because it doesn't matter."

He spoke slowly, as if to a particularly dim child, as if he weren't lying through his teeth.

Peter scoffed, spots of colour rising to his cheeks.

"Please, like you didn't spend twelve years tearing yourself up over Sirius. Why should my reasons matter less?"

"I'll give you three guesses."

Peter wrinkled his nose, scowling.

"You always liked him best."

"Dunno what to tell you, Pete. He gives great head."

There was a muffled snort from the neighbouring cell. Dean, by the sound of it. A week ago, Remus might have even been embarrassed.

"Remus Lupin, unfiltered," Peter said with a wistful shake of his head. "I fucking missed you, you know."

"This is very good bread. Do give my compliments to whichever unfortunate elf was responsible for it."

"That would be me."

Remus snorted at him, raising his mug of water in toast.

"Here's to moving up in the world."

"Fuck off." Peter eyed him speculatively for a long moment. "It was because I wanted it to end."

Remus peered at him over the rim of his mug.

There was a dark intensity emanating from Peter. Not dangerous in the same way that Bellatrix or even Sirius was; sharp and sinewy, a predator stalking prey. It was as if Remus was moving among the stars and encountered a vast nothing that devoured everything it dragged into its field.

No sound, no light, just cold, dead silence.

"All my friends were dying or turning into people I didn't recognise anymore, and I was terrified," Peter continued quietly. "Every day I was terrified, and I just wanted it to end. I didn't care how."

He pushed off the wall, leaving without waiting for a response.

It didn't matter. There was nothing to say.

On the fifth day, an apple rolled off the plate as Peter approached the cell. It hit the ground, rolling at his feet. He leaned down to recover it, and the rest happened very quickly.

Remus rushed forward, his arm darting out to catch Peter around his neck as he rose back up, yanking him back hard against the bars.

"You always were an idiot."

Peter thrashed and struggled in his grip. His fancy silver hand clawed at Remus' forearm, more powerful than Peter had any right to be.

But Remus was stronger.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you, Pete," he said calmly, tightening his grip. "I missed you every day, like a limb. I still do."

The keys were jangling against Peter's belt loop, against the bars. Remus could reach through and grab them now, if he wanted to.

"You weren't the only one who was afraid, you know? We were just kids. Only the rest of us learned to kill our enemies instead of our brothers."

It wasn't about the keys.

"My brothers died twelve years ago." The fingers scratching and scrabbling against his arm were weakening, slowing. "I buried one with his wife in Godric's Hollow, and they put up a little statue for them that I still can't stand to look at."

Peter's knees buckled, his weight against Remus' steady arm adding pressure.

"I buried the other in a little plot in Coxheath, and I used to wonder why it couldn't have been me. And I grieved."

Remus took a deep, slow breath. A holy calm settled over him.

"I want you to know," he continued in that same soft, conversational tone, "that everything you've done has amounted to nothing. That you are nothing, and no one will remember you."

Things happened very slowly after that.

Peter stopped struggling.

Remus counted heartbeats.

There were six.

And then there were five.

He reached down and pulled the keyring from Peter's belt, popping the beltloop clear off. It wasn't like Peter needed it anymore. He left the body against the bars, opening the door to his cell without looking back.

"Hullo Professor."

Dean was watching him open their cell door with wide eyes, more surprised — appraising — than fearful. Luna waved at him cheerfully, same as when he'd last seen her, if a little taller. Remus nodded to them both in greeting.

"I'd say it's good to see you both, but I'm rather sorry you're here. Can everyone move under their own power?"

"Ollivander and Griphook are both a bit worse for wear," Dean said apologetically.

"Alright, well give me a hand now then."

It only took a few moments for them to get Griphook and Ollivander situated on Dean and Remus' backs, respectively. Remus, in the meantime, had been coming up with a plan.

So long as they were quiet and careful, he could sniff out the exit while avoiding the manor's residents. They just needed to be quick about it; he didn't know how long it would be before Peter was missed.

But no sooner did he reach his hand out for the door than it burst open, revealing a particularly unhinged-looking Sirius, closely flanked by Harry and Ron.

There was a short pause in which the two men processed one anothers' sudden appearance.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Remus asked faintly.

"We came to rescue you," Sirius said with a vaguely affronted tone.

Remus turned around, looking at the assortment of prisoners he'd broken out and the cooling body of the jailor at the other end of the room, and then turned back to Sirius.

"Well done."

Harry let out a choked sort of noise that might have been either a sob or a snort, he wasn't quite sure.

"Right," Ron said quickly. "So, mission accomplished, let's go!"

He and Harry ushered Dean-and-Griphook and Luna up the stairs first, Ron taking point and Harry flanking. The moment they were out of the room, Sirius reached out and cupped Remus's jaw, brushing a thumb across his cheek. He felt something damp on his face.

"Have you been crying?"

Remus shrugged.

"Maybe. I didn't feel anything," he said quietly, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

Remus pushed past him, following the boys up the stairs. Sirius followed close behind.

They didn't look back.

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