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riddle means misery | part 3.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: unknown yet x black!reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You woke up in the morning to sunlight on your face and a lot of commotion around you.

“Riddle.” James sat on his bed. “Knees now.”

You went over to him and kneeled down, wondering if you were going to be used in some way everyday. James shoved his dick into your mouth.

“Suck… Merlin, you’re shit at this.”

James grabbed some of your hair and instructed you on how to blow him. Every now and then he would thrust into your mouth. Eventually, he got tired of how you were doing it and held you in place to fuck your mouth.

“Gonna cum, Princess… swallow it.”

Peter decided he wanted a morning blowjob, holding you by the hair and instructing you just like James. You sloppily moved your tongue around the tip like he requested. Just like James, you swallowed when he finished. You went to breakfast with them, squished between James and Sirius. Marlene, Lily, and Dorcas squinted their eyes at seeing you. You tapped James’ shoulder.

“Can you pass the jam?”

Lazily, he gave you the jam and a butter knife. The girls dropped it when the boys started talking to them. They literally paid no attention to you at all. You ate quietly and didn’t even bother to listen in on any conversations. Maybe if they went to the lake you could go into the Dark Forest and collect mushroom samples.

For the first time ever, you were grateful to be a Gryffindor because you had every class with the Marauders. They didn’t sit next to you but they were right behind your desk and actually blocked any spells cast your way. You ate lunch between Remus and Peter. You smiled to yourself at the new found freedom. It might actually work. Maybe you could even get through graduation without another incident.

However, you didn’t go very long without being messed with by the Marauders. If you were a muggle then your lower half would be so sore. Either that or your mouth. Sometimes it was the four of them, sometimes it was just one person. They started taking pictures. That made you nervous. There was a little box of polaroids. It was a game for them. Taking pictures of each time they used you was an accomplishment. You were at your makeshift desk when the rest of your new roommates walked in. You didn’t blink when Sirius sat on your scroll to get you to stop writing.

“There’s a party tonight, Gryffindor won our match.”

You weren’t sure why he was telling you. You remembered because Remus took you under the stands to blow him and you both barely made it back to see the snitch caught. You had gone back to the room while everyone else was storming the field. You looked at the four of them with a tilt of your head. What did they want? Were you supposed to leave because there was a party or did they want you to get them off before it started? Maybe they wanted you to get them off when the whole thing was finished.

“We don’t like going to all the parties,” Sirius started.

So, you were getting them off the entire night.

“Our friends just hang out up here.” Sirius sat down next to you, giving Peter your cat to put in the bathroom. “It’s just us, Marlene, Dorcas, Lily, Griffith, and Archie.”

“Isn’t he your ex?” you asked, referencing Archie.

“Mutual breakup, still friends. Point it, you’re staying.”

Your eyes went wide. They didn’t say anything else. They all got ready and talked to each other while you were frozen in the corner of your bed.

“What the fuck is Riddle doing here?” Dorcas asked as she walked in first. “Is that her stuff?”

She rubbed her eyes and moved her box braids out of her face as if that would change what she was looking at. That made the others stop. They immediately looked as you kept writing your essay. Your eyes were focusing less and less on the actual words, just staring at the page and not really writing it. Peter smirked.

“Princess.”

You cringed as you looked up at him. The new friends laughed. Remus shamelessly explained the little deal they made with you. Archie stretched, a sliver of brown skin could be seen where his shirt rode up, and complimented the Marauders on their brilliant plan. They sat on the floor and hung out like you weren’t there. Your ears perked up when their games and talking turned sexual.

Dorcas shook her head. “Absolutely not. A girl’s not cumming ten times and staying awake.”

Marlene looked at her. “Just cause you barely get through five—”

“Five?” Griffith asked.

The girls laughed. Marlene took a sip of her drink. “Dorcas’ ex-girlfriend actually knew her way around a woman. Just because you boys are disappointing—”

“Uh, who says we’re disappointing?”

“Griff,” Lily sighed. “I don’t think you want to know what the girls are saying in the bathroom.”

The other boys laughed as Griffith just drank to avoid having to speak. Lily looked at Marlene.

“But ten seems excessive, I’m with Dorcas.”

“Well, the boys agree with me. Ten is doable.” She looked at them.

James shrugged. “Maybe. You’d need more than just you though.”

Marlene cut him off with a laugh. “I know that! I wasn’t suggesting you try to get a girl off with just yourself and make it to ten.”

“Oh, then, yeah. Ten is doable.”

“See, Lils, Dorcas? James agrees with me.”

“Still don’t believe it… Riddle!”

You looked over at Dorcas, wishing she hadn’t said anything. The book was set down and you looked from her to the Marauders who were just smirking. They weren’t going to initiate anything but they had been hoping this would happen. They had talked about it yesterday. Organically letting it happen. You were their plaything, not their friends’, so they didn’t want the others to feel pressured to touch you. They were just going to have your presence known and see if anyone took the bait. Lily took it perfectly by starting a conversation about guys being shit at snogging. It spiraled and they just sat back and watched until Dorcas called your name.

“Do the four of them ever make you cum ten times and you stay awake?”

You scratched at the back of your head, making Archie laugh.

“Don’t tell me between the four of you, you can’t get a girl off.”

Remus crossed his arms. “Go ahead and tell them.”

“I’m… I’m not really allowed to cum,” you whispered.

You felt heat rise to your face when the laughing turned towards your expense. You couldn’t get back into your reading as they started asking questions that the Marauders answered for you. There was a fake sympathetic whimper from Marlene.

“Boys, that’s just cruel. She should get to know how good the rest of us feel… I wonder if she can take ten. Riddle, you think yo—”

“Princess,” Sirius cut her off. “Come on over.”

You put the quill down and slowly made your way over, prolonging the time before your embarrassment. Sirius pulled you down into his lap. He took off your dress, leaving you in just your socks and panties. You bit your bottom lip when ties kept your arms behind your back and he plunged a vibrator into you. Sirius moved over and sat you down in between him and Dorcas. They kept playing their card games and talking. You felt the knot and looked at Sirius.

“Count them.” That was all he said before you were finally allowed to let go.

You mumbled the word one and stared at their card game. It became overwhelming as you murmured five and flopped over into Sirius’ lap.

“Is this how bad you are at five?” He teased Dorcas.

“A bit worse, at least she stayed upright. I’m down at three.”

You whimpered when her hand dragged your panties.

“Merlin, she’s wet as hell though.”

“Six,” you whispered.

“Hey,” Archie garnered their attention. “Not fair, you two get all the fun. We’d like to see.”

Peter took you from Sirius’ lap, taking your panties off and handing them to Griffith. He spread you open to show you off more. You wanted to leave and lock yourself in the bathroom. Being their plaything could be so humiliating at times.

“You want to keep those, you don’t tell anyone. That’s our little deal with Riddle, isn’t that right?”

“Easy enough,” Griffith said. “Why the hell would we give this up to watch someone dunk her in the lake?”

The rest of them nodded as you moaned out seven. Just like the Marauders, this was more entertaining than whatever hex someone could conjure up. You were completely at their mercy and it was better than any spell. Watching your eyes go wide when they suggested the Marauders should send the box of photos to your father was priceless. You barely got through nine as it was established to you that only the Marauders could have fun whenever but if one of the others was in this room then they were allowed to touch you. They took advantage of that by touching you while they were still there. You focused on other things as they groped you.

“Told you,” Lily said. “Ten’s too much.”

Peter pulled the toy from you after removing the ties. “Anyone want a go at her? Part of the deal, we can have her whenever.”

Archie pinched one of your nipples. “You ever tried her passed out?”

“Passed out? No. But when she’s sleeping you can just do what you want, feels even better if she’s waking up in the middle of it.”

You woke up in the middle of the night, still on the floor. The dried and sticky cum on your thighs let you know that nobody cleaned you up— not that you really expected them to. You let your cat out of the bathroom and passed a washcloth over your body before going to your mattress. You only managed to put on a big shirt before passing out against the pillows.

You were already taking off your winter coat as you walked to the locker rooms after Gryffindor lost. Everyone was gone except for James who was drying his hair with a towel after just getting out of the shower. You knew by now to just find him after a game. He barely spared you a second glance as he threw his stuff into his bag.

“Get on your knees.”

James zipped up his bag and walked with it until he was in front of you. The bag dropped to the ground and his hand shoved your face into his crotch. He was complaining to himself as he started to set a rhythm.

“They’re lucky I was just too tired to catch the snitch, rough night. It’s like they knew and rescheduled it for the morning after.”

He was pistoning in and out of your mouth, both hands on your head to have you just how he wanted. You felt yourself gag and looked up at him.

“You can take it. Don’t be a disappointing whore now.”

That was all he said before he kept going. There was a bit of drool coming from the sides of your mouth. James pushed till he was nestled down your throat and your nose was smushed against him. The gagging continued.

“Fucking hold it, Princess.”

He let go after shooting his load straight down your throat. You coughed and sputtered when he pulled out.

“You’ve done better,” he commented before walking out.

You watched the locker room door close and just stayed on the ground for a bit. You didn’t like to be near any of them after getting a letter from your father. He’d say so many things about you if he knew. The first thing you would hear was how you weren’t just a whore for letting the four of them touch you everywhere they could think of. Your father could even potentially brush over that if they were all purebloods, saying you were having fun but knew better. He wouldn’t be able to let it go if he knew who. He would say you were filthy for letting Peter or Remus even touch your ass let alone fuck it. You just needed a moment alone to remind yourself why you weren’t gross.

It was for protection. Lots of people sold a lot more of themselves for a lot less— and usually it involved selling their souls not simply their body. You weren’t hurting anyone. And you weren’t doing it for reckless fun that your father would frown upon. It was a necessity so it was okay. After telling yourself that you were fine, you left the locker room to go clean yourself up better in your room.

You were almost to the dorm when you were pulled into a closet. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Sirius. They all had their own places outside the bedroom that they liked. For James it was the quidditch locker rooms, Sirius liked broom closets, Peter would grope you under one of the stairs no one used, and Remus would use the prefects’ bathroom if it was empty. You were a bit shocked to see Peter was in the closet with Sirius.

They pulled down your skirt and bent you over to check that you still had your plug in. Of course you did. It was impossible not to know it was there but it was better than trying to take one of them with just lube. You also knew better than to take it out without asking and you weren’t going to lie. You forgot once and just lied, saying that Remus took it out. James had actually gone to confirm with the other Marauder. When the truth came out, at first you thought that you were in the clear because nothing happened. But then the next party in Gryffindor happened.

“You’re going straight to Moony after this. He wants the room all to himself.” Peter pulled the plug out.

Just like James, they sounded frustrated and tired. Both of them wasted no time fingering you to try and get you wet enough.

“There we go,” he said when his hand was drenched, rubbing all over his dick.

He pulled out the plug and both of them lined themselves up with you. You bit into Peter’s shoulder to stop from making noise that could be heard outside. You didn’t like when more than one of them went at a time. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience for you. Usually, you tried to think of something else to ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Both of them brought you near your breaking point before finishing themselves off. You balanced your hands on Peter’s shoulders as they helped back into your bottoms. They only bothered with a cleaning spell. You’d take a nice shower after Remus. Maybe you could even try a bath again since they wouldn’t do anything to harm you.

Remus was still knocked out when you got to their room. You frowned. There was a new cut on his face. It ran over the bridge of his nose. From what you could see, it was deep enough that it wasn’t going to fade but scar up like the two small ones on his jaw bone. There was a little jar on his nightstand and a note from Madame Pomfrey. You realized yesterday had been one of those moon nights. That’s why they were all tired and frustrated.

They never said it outright but considering you’ve been rooming with them since basically the first day of the new school year, you had heard the whispers and seen them leave. Then there were their Animagus forms. And the fact that Remus was obnoxiously taller than everyone else. The signs were obvious when you put them together. You did actually feel bad for Remus. It couldn’t have been easy on him, transforming every full moon.

You didn’t like seeing anyone in pain. You knew what hurt felt like and wanted to help anyone get rid of it— even if they didn’t necessarily deserve that help. That was how you proved to yourself that you weren’t like your parents, with unusual kindness. That’s what a good witch was. Someone kind. Someone who used magic to bring joy to others. So, you grabbed the jar and rubbed it over Remus’ cut. He clearly passed out before he could do so.

He shouldn’t have all the cuts. You had met werewolves that sided with your father. Fenrir Greyback didn’t have any scars. Well, he did have a few but those were fights he loved to brag about whenever he spotted you in the Dark Forest. Remus didn’t seem like someone who got into fights. He shouldn’t have been harming himself. You wondered how much control he was in. Turned or born all werewolves were the same on a full moon. He must have fought hard to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone.

Remus swatted at his face before opening his eyes to see you. You didn’t say anything as you finished rubbing in the cream from the jar. You screwed the lid back on and watched the cut heal up into the scar that you knew it would. It had been too deep and Remus waited too long for it to do anything but scar. He was still quiet, in a bit of a daze at your actions. Your fingers were so soft as they had dabbed the cream on him. He no longer felt the painful cut.

“Sirius and Peter said you wanted me alone today,” you said.

Remus unfurled himself from the fetal position he was in and stretched. “More tired than I thought, Princess. Just ride me.”

He raised a brow when you just sat there.

“Ride you?” you whispered.

“Strip and listen to me. Just like everything else we do.”

Remus took off the sweatpants he was wearing and lazily stroked himself as you stripped off your clothes. He moved your head to suck him off until he was hard.

“Straddle me. Good, line it up with yourself, now sink down on it.”

You drew in a breath. He felt bigger this way, causing you to stop when he was barely in. You ended up getting halfway before shaking your head.

“Too big.”

He chuckled. “It’s suddenly too big for your little pussy? I’ve taken you all sorts of ways before, greedy little thing swallows me right up.”

“Can’t get it in anymore. It won’t fit.”

“We can make it fit.”

Remus grabbed your waist and pushed you down as he bucked his hips up. Your mouth dropped open as you fell forward into his chest.

“See, it fits.”

You whimpered as his hands lifted your hips and brought them back down. He was literally using you to fuck himself. You could just feel Remus everywhere. He got tired but kept moving you up and down, rolling your hips. Eventually, the loud sigh escaped his mouth and he pushed you up.

“Get to it.”

You weren’t sure if you liked riding— you felt him everywhere and reached little pleasure for yourself. The moan that left Remus’ mouth as he came was silent for once. You looked at your nails that were splayed across his chest. They were orange with yellow suns on them.

“Remus… can I cum?”

“No.”

You suppressed the whine in your throat. But you didn’t say anything as he pushed you off of him. You weren’t going to get another punishment for cumming without permission. Especially not if Marlene was going to be the one doing it. She and James were the hardest spankers as far as you were concerned— probably because of the quidditch.

Remus stretched once again and pulled himself out of bed. It was the middle of the damn day, past that, but he was still tired. He felt bad he missed James’ game but he literally couldn’t do it. He walked into the bathroom and got into the shower, not caring that you were still there. You both bathed in silence.

You never knew what to do with the Marauders when you were alone and they weren’t having sex with you. They ignored you so you thought it was best to just not say anything. You almost dropped your washcloth from the suddenness of Remus squeezing your breasts. He turned you towards him, just staring as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling for the fun of it. He pressed on your shoulders until you were eye level with his dick again. Remus’ sex drive for about two days before and a few days after the transformation was obnoxiously high. You tried to breathe as best as you could between the onslaught of water and his pistoning in and out of your mouth. With little grace, he pulled you off of him.

“Hurry up. I want the shower to myself.”

You grumbled as you closed the bathroom door. He could have just waited if he wanted the bathroom to himself. Changing into a sweater with a band you didn’t recognize— you assumed it to be some muggleborn’s donated sweater of a muggle band— you sat down on your mattress and went back to your journal. You were analyzing the dark powder mushroom. One of your teachers, when you were in Canada, had nearly blinded someone using the mushroom.

It wasn’t easy to find but it wasn’t a rare plant as well. It was almost terrifying how much in the world could be used for dark magic. The Ministry didn’t know everything and that was a bit concerning. Finnegan greeted you with a meow and curled up while you were determined to finish the analysis. That was the one good thing about moon nights. No one but Remus really had the drive to touch you more than once. You fell asleep without having to take another shower or brush your teeth again.

The morning brought a surprise when the Marauders sat on the edge of your mattress.

“Get up, carriage leaves in two hours. Pack whatever you need,” James said.

“What?” You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Christmas break, Marauders, Princess and her little cat, Potter house. Pack or bring nothing, I really don’t give a shit.”

“I was going to stay here.”

You never went anywhere for any of the breaks. You wanted to sit by the fire in the Great Hall, just enjoy an empty castle. Peter pulled you up and bent you over James’s bed. You felt your panties yanked down. He spanked you once before spreading you open.

“We weren’t asking. You can stay but all your stuff is going back in your old room. You get in the fucking way all the time, it’d be nice to have our space back.”

James laughed. “Make it a quickie, Wormtail, or wait till we get home.”

Peter let you go, panties still around your knees. You pulled them up before quickly packing a bag. You figured that maybe you should try to be grateful. Aside from Hogsmeade and the wand trips to Ollivanders, you hadn’t left Hogwarts since arriving when you were eleven. It would be a chance to leave.

Remus took your bag since you had Finnegan in your arms. You followed them out the castle and to the plain black carriage. The carriage rolled to the train station and into the Floo Network port for vehicles. You heard the driver tell the Floo Work to take them to Rothbury, England.

You stared out of the window the whole time. You always loved the outside. That was why you loved Hogwarts in the summer. You weren’t afraid to go out and enjoy what you loved.

“Woah,” you said as the carriage pulled in.

You knew James was the rich friend out of their group, followed by Sirius who had the most prestige though, but you weren’t expecting the Potter Manor that greeted you. It reminded you of your old house. Except you didn’t always stay at your old family estate growing up. And it was really run-down.

“Mum, Dad! I’ve got losers in tow,” James called into the house.

“Biggest loser’s you, Prongs,” Peter said as he walked into the kitchen.

“He’s right.” Sirius followed while Remus just shrugged.

They walked around the house as if they owned it. You could understand Sirius maybe since he lived there now but it was still weird. You just clutched Finnegan and followed them into the kitchen. They were already getting snacks when Mr. and Mrs. Potter came in. They said their hellos and almost moved on when Mrs. Potter backtracked. You held up a hand and then looked at James. You were positive, or at least hoped, that his parents didn’t know the relationship you had with the four of them. You were going to drop dead on the spot if James uttered any words about it in front of them.

“This is Y/N,” he said with a lazy wave of his hand.

James showed you around before you both went back to the room that the others were in. The first two days, you pretty much stayed in the bay window in the room and read. The only time you came out was for meals. You also came out for Christmas and then went back. Your present was probably at Hogwarts, if you got one this year. Peter knocked on the open door of the guest room.

“Remus’ room after dinner.”

“Which is where?”

“Attic.”

You sighed. The three day break was your Christmas present. You tried to prepare yourself as best as you could before stepping onto the final step. The attic was actually nice. Large floor cushions everywhere and it was decorated. You understood why James was a prat. He was spoiled to the high heavens. That you understood, being your parents’ only child. You sat down on an empty cushion before being pulled into Peter’s lap.

Time wasn’t wasted after the door was locked. Once again, they were clothed and you were naked. Peter spread both your legs open for the other boys to see. You yelped as he delivered a sharp swat right to your clit. They must’ve liked that noise because you received more spanks on your pussy before Peter shoved two fingers in. He just played with you while they talked and planned out pranks. James pulled you away from Peter.

You all jumped at the owl that aggressively pecked at the window. You wiggled out of James’ lap to get it. The package grew once you took it from the owl. Your Christmas present arrived. Of course, your father could have an owl track you to wherever you were. That was a rule the two of you had. He made himself untraceable to everyone but you and you weren’t untraceable now but in the future you were supposed to be.

You carried the package back and sat in James’ lap before he could grab you again. The Marauders watched you pull out little gifts. It was your typical Dark Arts Christmas package but this time a bottle of firewhiskey came with it now that you could drink.

“Is that a teddy bear? You-Know-Who sends fucking teddy bears?” Sirius asked.

“Don’t touch my bear.”

You snatched it from Sirius. They all blinked. That was the most aggressive they had seen you behave. If looks could kill, Sirius would actually be dead from even daring to touch your stuffed animal. That was something they couldn’t have. It wasn’t part of the deal and you refused to let them take it. The raven-haired boy laughed and grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you onto his dick. The other boys took the firewhiskey meant for you and started sharing it with each other. Sirius held you down for long periods of time before letting you up and repeating it all over again.

“Fuckin’ pillow princess likes teddies and shit. Don’t know who you’re trying to trick into thinking you’re soft… Oh, look at that.” He pulled you off of him, grabbing your chin and staring at the drool on your face. You felt uncomfortable, only halfway in the moment and halfway thinking about those seventh years last year that wouldn’t let you go.

“Hand her over, Pads.” Remus started grinding you over his hard-on.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked.

“What?”

“Where did the four of you go the day before winter break? You’re always missing at least once a month… you always have new scars.”

Remus pushed you onto the floor. Pulling you up by your hips and slamming into you, he rested one hand on your head for leverage. “If you already know then you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

Remus was the same roughness the next day as any other night after he transformed into a werewolf. You could feel all the anger as he slammed into you over and over. Remus pulled you up so he could hold you better. He thrusted twice more and then dropped you. Sirius marched straight over to Remus’ bed, stating that he wasn’t fucking on the floor this time. The others agreed and quickly followed. James held the bottle of firewhiskey to your mouth and tilted it back, making you finish the rest aside for enough left for a shot that he took himself. Your head hurt and started to pound from the rush of alcohol.

(part 4)

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ink-stained-eyes · 1 year

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the marauders aesthetics

james: red converse, golden retriever energy, makes mixtapes, polaroids, secretly likes pop songs, glasses are always smudged, sliding down a staircase, flower crowns, boys locker rooms, constantly running a hand through your hair, climbing trees, roadtrips in the summer, kissing in the rain, wearing the same old pair of beat up sneakers because you are emotionally attached to them.

sirius: leather jackets, smudged eyeliner, watching your breath cloud up in the cold, chunky rings, smoking cigarettes on the roof while watching the stars and the moon, city lights at night, bloody nose, thunderstorms, playing electric guitar, collects old rock cd's, shoes on the dashboard, black nail polish, always trying to start a food fight, the way pavement glitters when the sun hits it right.

remus: knit sweaters, reading the daily newspaper, collects really old vinyl records, amateur photographer, hands stained with ink because your pen exploded, steaming tea, holding hands under the table, reading to escape reality, tracking the moon cycle, fallen leaves swirling in the wind, annotating books and gifting them to your friends, the sound of a pen scratching on paper, going for drives in the middle of the night just listening to music and existing.

peter: oversized hoodies, a blanket that's warm from sitting in the sun, crochet, catching snowflakes with your tongue, biking down sunny hills, the smell of fresh-baked cookies, throwing flour around while baking and getting it everywhere, rosy cheeks, sitting by the fireplace, drawing little doodles on yourself, hot chocolate and marshmallows, bruises that you don't know how you got, cotton candy, growing plants on the windowsill, always has sweets on them, creaky stair steps, shockingly good at board games, fuzzy socks, can skateboard, that one blanket you cannot sleep without.

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yesiknowimshort · 1 year

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“sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos…”

imagine remus receiving a letter from hagrid asking for photos of the marauders. hagrid’s desperate now because he’s gone through the list of everyone james and lily had been close with and everyone’s already well gone.

it’s been years since remus had even touched his collection of old photos. he has stacks and stacks of envelopes of photos given to him each time someone passed.

the pain hadn’t lessened much over the years. remus cries as he sorts through them all.

he pulls out photos of lily and james; discoloured polaroids and prints wearing around the edges. he avoids any with himself, sirius or peter.

he wonders how harry could already be heading into second year -he honestly hadn’t registered he’d even be in his first.

he sends a couple of owls containing at least a dozen photos each.

on the back of some of the photos, harry notices, it’s signed. things like ‘taken by moony, 1977’ or ‘marls and lils, 1980’ or ‘august 1976’ with a heart. harry wonders who these mysterious school friends who had sent the photos were, perhaps he could meet them all one day, and they could tell him stories of his parents.

#harry potter #the marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily potter #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcus meadowes #peter pettigrew #harry potter and the philosopher’s stone

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scvrllet · 2 years

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i’m moving blogs!

my new writing blog: @yearninqheart

i’m not abandoning this one though don’t worry. as i said here, i’ll only be using this new blog as a place to post my future fanfiction (i say future because writers block has been a bitch) anything writing related will be posted there while this blog remains active for shitposts and other stuff so if you like my personality (? lmao who) then fear not for this blog shall still be in use for my nonsense.

the writing and works i’ve already posted here will remain, im not deleting any of them but as said before, i won’t be writing here anymore—maybe aside from small blurbs/drabbles but they will not be structured or anything, similar to the ones on my sideblog @starlitt (which i will continue posting little drabbles to per usual).

my hp social media au and marauders polaroid series thing (cancelled and marauders through polaroids) will continue to be posted here whenever i decide to update them.

as of now, there is nothing on my new blog aside from an empty masterlist and navigation/intro post. i’ll probably add my tagging system and other stuff later on. feel free to follow it for i do have some work planned and in the draft stage and that’s all i’ve got to say about this really. thank you so much for all the support i’ve gotten on this blog and i hope i can see you on my new blog (or not lol).

#gonna schedule this to post again another two times just for exposure and stuff #do i tag people for this?#idk i don’t wanna bother people lmao #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #update

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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hi! i’d like to request a ship for the marauders era if thats okay:) u can ignore this if u want <3

im 5”5, brown with my front strands dyed blue (was meant to be blue but it didnt lift so its grey purple and blue💀💀) i have a wolf cut, a septum piercing. im in gryffindor, i love astronomy and astrology, my favourite subjects are history, irish (language, forced to learn it since im irish but its fun) art and math, im not the best at school but i do try. i collect crystals and sea shells, i have posters around my room along with photos of me and my friends. im shy but once you get to know me i never stop talking, i can get into a bad mood quickly and i tend to bottle up my emotions. i don’t really have a style i wear since there isnt a lot of shops/stores with clothes that i’d like to wear, but i love LOVE fairy grunge. my favourite movies/shows are scream 1996, wreck it ralph, stranger things, fresh prince of bel-air, alice in wonderland 1951 and cobra kai. my favourite artists are playboi carti, marina, tv girl, the neighbourhood, dominic fike, melanie martinez, tyler the creator, billie eilish (don’t support her actions), brockhampton and mac miller. my personality type is infp, i ADORE cats with my whole heart, i just loves animals so much.

sorry if theres any typos! have a good day and make sure you drink water:)

my cat isnt he very handsome

A/n: your so sweet thank you i will drink water I appreciate that also your cat is very handsome also IM SO SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATE , I’ve been super overwhelmed and just got motivation to write but heyy hope you like it also please send , more pics of that handsome little fluff ball he’s adorable

I ship you with remus lupin

- you and Remus would star gaze almost every night , long talks are a must . You and Remus would lay under the light of the moon for hours talking about your favorite constellations

“Personally love I find Ada the prettiest but I do understand why the you thing Vega is it really is beautiful....nothing compared to you tho” Remus says while barring a silly smirk

“ your so dumb” you say laughing and playfully hitting Remus’s arm

“ really I thought I was quite smooth” Remus says laughing and pulling you into his arms

- Remus would absolutely love to help you dye your hair but it would probably result in you telling him to put the box down as he aggressively reads the instructions

“Remus honey I’ve done this a 100 times I know what to do”

“ yes but I don’t think your suppose to leave it on for that long....and maybe you should put on gloves” Remus says concernedly as he reads every letter on the instructions

-long movie marathons with Remus >>>>

-Remus found a cat during summer break and brought it back to you.... he names it Ada after his favorite constellation

- Remus is 100% the kind of guy that carries around a camera all the time so he definitely takes hundreds and I mean hundreds of pictures hung up in his room of you especially

- has a Polaroid of you on his night stand and he swears it’s the most beautiful picture ever like this man adores this particular photo it’s just a picture of you sitting and reading but he adores it

- Remus goes on walks often cause he finds them stress reliving and on every single one of these walks he’ll bring back a pretty rock he found or some flowers , even I’m a few cases animals........hence Ada

- Remus would 100% get distracted while studying with you and he’d just sit there staring

“ what are you doing” you say as you riffle through the pages of assignments

“ admiring” Remus says his goofy smile goofy and lovesick as ever

#mauraders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #harry potter #hp headcanon #remus fluff #remus lupin headcanon #james & peter & remus & sirius #send requests

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sleyu · 9 months

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thinking of perv!bf james who begs you to let him take dirty polaroids of you for when you’re apart. cause how else is he meant to get off without an image of his cum on your pretty tits or you choking on his cock? definitely keeps them in his wallet for easy access too

perfect timing, i just came back from work and all i could think about as i was making people’s drinks was perv ! james…

i am positively going insane at the thought of this. i referenced james asking for photos of you in my james bf headcanons, but i totally forgot to mention all the nudes he would beg for during summer vacation.（；＿；）♡

dating you has gotten him sex addicted and he can only spend so long merely imagining your face and body :( he has such a tough time cumming without you and he hates not having you there or being forced to resort to masturbating because it only further reminds him of his loneliness.

but, the photo-system you guys developed assures him that he’s the only one that gets to have personalized photos of you in his hands that are attached along with every love letter you send him. it also eases his loneliness and makes spending time apart easier for the both of you.

right before school ends, you suggest taking photos of the two of you for when the summer holiday begins and you both are separated by the barrier that is vacations and dependent families.

james practically loses his mind at the thought of this and he makes it his mission to take photos of you from his favourite angles and sights: taking you from behind (he begs you to turn your face to look at him so that it appears in the photo), your cum-covered face and tits, your legs spread with cum dripping out of your abused cunt, you choking on his cock, and your naked, spent body sprawled across his bed, fucked out after a particularly rough session.

some photos are downright filthy (every photo with the cum) which are the ones that he jerks off to the most, whereas others are taken with an artistic eye, aesthetically pleasing enough for him to put in his wallet or on the corner of his bedroom mirror.

the photo of you in his wallet would be something pretty and taken with purpose. it would either be your cum covered, smiling face (so that anyone who takes a glance at his wallet would assume it’s simply an innocent photo of his girlfriend), or, as we know, james loves the risk, a photo of your bruised and bitten tits, littered with hickeys and love bites.

god, when james finally reaches home from hogwarts, he immediately locks himself in his room to pull out the envelope of polaroids he’s taken over the year, eagerly searching through the photos he had taken of you. james is such a little pervert that his cock was already beginning to throb at the mere thought of jerking off to those photos of you.

even though you knew that he had these photos intended for his own personal, depraved purposes, something about pulling out his cock out from his slacks and slowly stroking himself to your pretty, candid, unknowing face—occasionally slapping his cock gently on the laminated paper—was so filthy and lewd to him.

of course, the picture deal has to be mutual and he’s more than happy to send you nude photos of him. one of the photos would be his hard, leaking cock tributing to the cum-covered photo of you smiling. looking at the photo and realizing how creepy and perverted it comes across only made the ache in his cock worse. he’d graze his length against his pillow, groaning to himself, making a silent prayer that all of this is enough to relieve the constant need in him and his craving for your cunt.

‘’m so fuckin’ sick,’ he’d sigh, grinning wolfishly.

i also have a sick feeling that not only james, but the rest of the marauders favourite photos to jerk themselves off to are the innocent ones in which you’re smiling happily into the camera, showing off your pretty sundress. of course, nothing beats the lewd photos of you, but they find themselves cumming harder at the unsuspecting photos, imagining your cute, smiling face in front of them, eagerly waiting to be covered and marked by their cum. something about tainting and subsequently corrupting the innocence and purity that the casual photos reveal drives them mad.

‘gonna fuckin’ ruin you the next time i see you—fuck,’

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claireunoia · 2 years

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♡ CONCEPTS MASTERLIST ♡

hay baess, so this is where all of my dialogues/concepts and also my timestamp blurbs are contained! feel free to send in some of whoever u want, whenever u want! love uuu <333

𑁍 the girls coming to visit you at your new job

𑁍 elliot helping y/n ride him

𑁍 cassie and y/n both being subs

𑁍 onlyfans!elliot x you

𑁍 lexi and y/n doing 80s aerobics

𑁍 elliot drawing hearts on your cast

𑁍 rue sneaking through your window and falling

𑁍 elliot making shy!gf sit on his face

𑁍 how does elliot perform aftercare or does he at all

𑁍 rue fucking you with a strap ft. elliot

𑁍 rue fucking you with a strap pt. two

𑁍 maddy fucking you with a strap while filming you

𑁍 giving ethan a little something after the play

𑁍 james overstimulating you

𑁍 timotheé saves you from falling

𑁍 aftercare with timotheé after rough sex

𑁍 calling timotheé and telling him you’re at the hospital

𑁍 jj dropping your polaroid camera into the water

𑁍 cooking with the marauders and the stoves catches on fire

𑁍 cam!couple w james

𑁍 [10:45] kiara carrera *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 timotheé fucking you while spooning

𑁍 [12:30] eddie munson *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 [10:19] steve harrington *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 [8:00] mike wheeler *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 [9:15] jane hopper *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 [1:00] peter ballard *timestamp blurb*

𑁍 meanie!bf lucas sinclair

𑁍 trying to join hellfire but mike not letting you

𑁍 soft sleepy blurb with mike

𑁍 mean!rebel!nancy concept

𑁍 tattooed!steve harrington concept

𑁍 asking tattooed!steve can you draw on his tats

𑁍 non-sexual dominance with tattooed!steve

𑁍 mean!rebel!nancy sneaking through your window

𑁍 tattooed!steve soft session

𑁍 sweet & funny blurb with lucas braiding your hair

𑁍 mean!rebel!nancy making fun of your underwear

𑁍 overstimulating tattooed!steve on accident

𑁍 blonde!grunge!mike concept

𑁍 robin fingering reader

𑁍 pervy!chrissy watching you in the hot tub

𑁍 mean!rebel!nancy getting ate out by the reader

𑁍 jonathan comforting you after a long day

#euphoria #euphoria smut #euphoria fluff #elliot smut #elliot x reader #cassie howard smut #cassie howard x y/n #rue bennet x reader #lexi howard x reader #euphoria elliot smut #smut #fluff #dialogues #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #st4 #st4 smut #stranger things fluff

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sxriusblxck · 2 years

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Hii! :) Can you please do poly!marauders (just James, Sirius and Remus) x insecure!fem!reader? <3 i love your work btw! <3

warnings: insecurities, porn, misunderstandings, implied sex at the end

A/N: i'm pretty drunk rn so sorry if this sucks. and thank you! that means a lot to me :)

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Ever since you started dating the Marauders, not a day had gone by where you didn't feel loved.

Constantly being showered in hugs, kisses, gifts, getting taken out on countless dates, having plans cancelled just so they could spend time with you, you would have to be downright insane to think they were anything short of obsessed with you.

But still, there was always that lingering feeling of self-doubt that stayed dormant in the depths of your being, waiting for just the right time to rise to the surface and take over.

Today was when it got you.

The boys had been busy with some prank they were going to pull, leaving you to your own devices in their dorm while they were out.

At first you picked a book from Remus's collection, flipping through the pages before you grew bored and searched for something more interesting to keep you busy.

And the chest in the corner of their room was just calling your name like a siren luring a sailor.

Opening up the chest was like walking right into your worst nightmare, the type that your subconscious conjured-up when you were at your lowest point just to drag you even further under the dark clutches of its fog.

Magazine clippings of naked women decorated the inside walls of the wooden chest, already keying you in as to what this box would entail if you searched deeper. You couldn't help yourself, you had already tasted the apple, what was the harm in finishing it?

Polaroids, playboys, and pictures from the internet filled the chest. Naked women after naked women as far as the eye could see, filling it from bottom to top.

It didn't bother you that the boys looked at porn, every boy did, it was the women they were looking at.

None of them looked like you.

Frankly, they all looked the same. Similar bodies, same hair and eye colors, all different copies of the same font.

The boys certainly had a type, and it wasn't you.

It was Friday when the boys cornered you.

After two days of successfully managing to dodge conversations, hangout invitations, and dates, they had trapped you.

They had somehow managed to bribe Lily into telling you that James got hurt, hitting your soft spot and sending you into a frenzy as you abandoned your schoolwork and rushed to the boys room, surprised to see all three of them in perfect shape standing in the middle of the room, waiting for you.

"What's going on?" You gasp, out of breath from running all the way from the library to their dorm.

"We need to talk to you." James says, drawing your attention to him.

You rush over, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you scan him for injuries, still under the impression that he was hurt.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You rush out, confused to see that there were no physical signs of injury.

"I'm fine." He murmurs, reaching up to gently pull your hands from his face, holding them in his own instead.

"But Lily said-"

"Lily lied." Sirius interrupts, his voice hardened, a vast contrast to the soft tone he normally reserved for you.

"You've been avoiding us." Remus says, arms crossed over his chest, not even a trace of a smile on his chapped lips.

"That's not true." You murmur, stepping back, feeling stupid for being tricked so easily.

"Are you really trying to lie right now?" Sirius hisses, his harsh tone making you flinch.

"No I-I just.." You turn, feeling tears stinging at the backs of your eyes, bringing your hand up to rub them away. "I just didn't know what to say to you guys."

"Bunny." James coo's, stepping forward to pull you into his arms before Sirius tugs him back, a harsh glare being sent his way, a silent reminder that they needed answers.

"We just want to know what we did." Remus says.

"Didn't do anything.. it's me." You whisper.

"Don't mumble." Sirius says.

"It's me." You repeat, firmer this time. "I'm the problem."

"What's that supposed to mean?" James asks, confusion clear in his tone.

"I found the chest and I found your.. your porn." You murmur, hesitantly looking over to them for the first time in what felt like ages. "I don't care that you guys have porn, but all of the girls looked the same, and nothing like me."

It's quiet for a moment, only the soft hum of wind from outside the window could be heard.

Then there's a laugh.

Sirius laughs.

You flinch, tears welling in your eyes once more at the crude dismissal of your feelings, ready to turn and leave before they were hurt anymore, if that was even possible.

"That's not ours, bunny." He says, an amused grin quirking at his lips.

"W-Who's is it then?" You mumble, confusion coursing through your veins as you look over to him.

"It's a gift, for Peter." Remus cuts in, not wanting Sirius to upset you anymore than he already has.

"I can't even remember the last time I looked at porn." James speaks up.

"Haven't needed it since we had bunny." Sirius chimes in.

"I always had Sirius if I needed a wank." Remus says.

You giggle, brushing away a stray tear with the back of your hand, feeling silly for getting so worked-up over this.

"M'sorry we made y'sad, bun." James says, pulling you into his arms like he's wanted to since your hands cupped his cheeks.

"It's alright." You murmur, letting your body melt into James's comforting hold.

"Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?" Sirius asks, both him and Remus standing on either side of you.

Your lips curve into a smirk, lifting your head from James's chest to look at them.

"I can think of a few things."

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prongsgf · 3 years

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september 1st

in honour of the marauders 50 year friend-aversary!

it was september 1st, 1971 at 10:00am, and sirius black was not excited for the year ahead.

he knew what was going to happen- he knew he would end up in slytherin, as every black did. he knew he would have to make friends with the same sort of people cissy and bella were friends with. he knew he would become what his mother wanted of him, weather he liked it or not.

but sirius wasn’t going to be a carbon copy of his family. he didn’t believe in their blood supremacy or their values, he didn’t care about social status or surnames. he didn’t want to become what his mother wanted of him.

it was september 1st, 1971 at 2:00pm, and sirius black had made a friend.

well, he had made three friends- there was james; who had far too much energy and a personality as electric as sirius’ own. there was remus; who had been quiet and nervous at first but let himself smile a bit more as each minute passed. there was peter; who bounded in with snacks to share and jokes to crack, as if he had known the other boys all his life.

sirius knew then, that these three boys were going to be his best friends- a potter, a half-blood and.. peter. he knew then, that he certainly was not going to become what his mother wanted of him, and he couldn’t find it in him to care.

it was september 1st, 1972 at 9:00am, and sirius was far too excited to leave the house for his mother’s liking: not that he cared. he was littered with fresh bruises and scars. his hair had been cut again. his gryffindor scarf had been ripped up and sure, his neck was pretty chilly, but he was going to see his friends again and that was all that mattered to him.

it was september 1st, 1972 at 11:00am, and sirius relaxed for the first time in two months. he was around his favourite people on the way to his favourite place. he laughed and joked with james and peter about james’ new crush on a girl named lily evans. remus gave sirius a book to read and laughed at james with him (because really, evans?).

everything was the way sirius had been looking forward to. moments like those were the ones that kept him sane when he was barred up in grimmauld place.

he would have to go home again in a few months, he would have to listen to howlers and read letters putting him to shame. but he was with his friends again, and that was all that mattered to him.

it was september 1st, 1973 at 10:00am, and sirius black had spent the summer trying to drown out all the meetings happening in the room below his bed, all the beatings he secured himself, all the fights his mere existence seemed to cause.

all he wanted all he needed was to see his friends again- to remind him that he wasn’t by himself.

it was september 1st, 1973 at 6:00pm, and sirius black’s smile was wider than it had been in months. the food on his plate wasn’t earned by being quiet, the people around him weren’t scolding his every move. the boy beside him was still reading, putting his book down every few moments to laugh at jokes. the boys opposite him were trying to get the attention of the girls along the table (and failing miserably).

he was surrounded by love and joy and relief and friends.

it was september 1st, 1974 at 4:00am, and sirius black couldn’t sleep. he hadn’t slept in days, far too excited for the day ahead of him. he couldn’t stop thinking. he was far too excited to see remus. and to see james and peter too, of course.

the summer hadn’t been awful; his parents were preoccupied with their meetings and the flurries of people around the house. sirius had holed himself up in his room, wishing the days away and whispering meaningless chatter with regulus.

it was september 1st, 1974 at 12:00pm, and sirius black had not been functioning properly since remus entered the train compartment (for reasons unrelated to remus and purely coincidental).

sirius pushed everything that wasn’t laughter to the bottom of his head as he got back into the routine of school and being around friends. the year had promise and potential and things were looking up. he was well and truly happy.

it was september 1st, 1975 at 9:00am, and sirius black was using the housemaid’s concealer to hide the bruises on his cheeks- he couldn’t use a spell until he got to hogwarts and his friends would have seen by then. he piled on as much as he could without looking odd- it was bad enough that his parents knew he was gay, but wearing makeup would have earned him another round of the cruciatus curse. he shuddered.

it was september 1st, 1975 at 7:00pm, and sirius black was quite enjoying the fruit crumble in front of him. he was not enjoying, however, remus’ worried glances, james’ un-subtle questions and peter’s hesitation to touch him. they knew something had happened that summer- no matter how happy he had been since 11am, the makeup was wearing off, the smile was growing smaller, they could tell.

before he could speak, sirius felt a warm hand slide over his hesitantly under the table. a slow blush crept up his cheeks as remus squeezed his hand. the meal went on, and neither of them let go until they had to.

it was september 1st, 1976 at 8:00am, and sirius black still wasn’t tired of euphemia potter’s breakfasts. two months of pancakes, waffles, flavoursome spreads and fruit never seemed to get old. for once, he had enjoyed his summer- enjoyed everything about it. remus and peter had stayed for a few weeks. sirius couldn’t hold back his smile as he reminded himself of how remus’ lips tasted and how his hair smelled. the hatred between the marauders and the girls had finally sizzled out, leaving only memories of insults to speak of to future children.

as sirius pulled on his jeans, he smiled to himself.

it was september 1st, 1976 at 4:00pm, and sirius black watched dusk draw closer and closer through the window of the train. the group in the compartment had grown since their previous years, and now he listened to james, remus, peter, lily, marlene, mary and dorcas around him.

marlene was cuddled into dorcas by the door, and dorcas was stroking her hair- certainly not unusual for the two. james and lily were risking small glances at eachother, sometimes looking up at one other at the same time (which seemed to sufficiently embarrass lily).

he snapped himself back into the conversation, listening to remus’ story and trying not to get distracted by the delicate smiles he kept shooting over at sirius.

it was september 1st, 1977 at 9:00am, and sirius black was pulling down polaroids from his room in the potter’s house and moving them to his trunk. he rifled through them: lily, alice and mary in their tent, james, dorcas and frank aggressively sharing a bottle of firewhiskey, remus wearing sirius’ hoodie (that one was sirius’ favourite), peter trying to teach marlene how to bake, lily and james un-subtly holding hands under the table.

sirius placed them carefully in his trunk and smiled. these are the best years of my life. these are the memories that will last a lifetime no matter how many more i make.

it was september 1st, 1977 at 11:00pm, and sirius black was sat curled into remus on his favourite armchair, watching inquisitively as dorcas proved how awful she was at firewhisky charades (a game invented by peter in fifth year: every time someone guesses wrong, the actor takes a sip of firewhisky). alice ventured a guess (cornish pixie) that was inevitably wrong, forcing james to hand the bottle to dorcas once more. not one person round the fireplace had a straight face.

right as sirius was about to speak, he was overcome with a wave of something he had never felt so strongly- he was sat among his favourite people, his chosen family. he was exactly where he should be: in his boyfriend’s arms around the fire in gryffindor common room, with the nine people he loved most in the world.

he was right where he belonged.

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weloveharrypotter · 3 years

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She Chose You, Moony Pt.2

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin x Baby!reader

Summary: The marauders plus Lily were strolling the Hogsmede village when they heard a cry. That’s when they find an abandoned baby. That baby takes quite the liking on Remus.

Warning: possibly some cussing, this part is long

Remus had awoken the next morning to a clicking noise, and a flash. He opened his eyes, and looked at where it had come from. He saw James standing with a Polaroid camera in his hands, and Sirius looking at the two with an amused smile.

“What are you two doing?” Remus asked as he laid his head back down, and rubbed his eyes.

“The moment was too pure to not capture.” James responded. Motioning to his chest.

Remus looked down and saw Y/n still laying on his chest, fast asleep. Her chubby face was all squished together, because she had laid the right side of her face flat on his chest. The full short head of hair she had was also a mess.

“She’s adorable.” Remus admitted without realizing he did.

“She is, however, it is a Friday, so we need to find out what we’re doing before we get to class.” Sirius replied.

Remus nodded before he gently shook Y/n awake. After a moment of shaking Y/n woke up, but clearly wasn’t happy about it. Remus chuckled at her angry face and sat up.

“Sorry to wake you sweetheart, but we have to go.” Remus said. He stood up with her in his arms and made his way out into the common room.

“Where’s Lily?” Remus asked.

“She went to get Dumbledore.” Sirius answered. Remus’ heart stung a little bit at the thought of the little one in his arms leaving.

He brushed the feeling away and nodded. After a minute lily got back... but alone.

“Wheres Dumbledore?” James asked.

“Hey wasn’t there.” Lily said.

“We’ll have to watch for the day.” Lily added.

“How we have classes?” Remus asked.

“You guys go class, I’ll skip.” Sirius said as soon as the opportunity to skip presented itself.

“I’ll stay too.” James offered. Remus and Lily shared a look knowing leaving them to watch her wasn’t too good of and idea, but non the less, it was the only option.

“Fine but what are we going to do about breakfast? She doesn’t look old enough to eat solids.” Remus said.

“The three of us will go down and get some food. Hopefully it will have something she can eat.” James said. Remus nodded and the trio made their way out.

Remus sat down and looked at the baby in his arms. Y/n had once again fallen asleep, and Remus couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

After about half an hour Lily, Sirius, and James came bursting back into the common room. They had plates of food, and they were walked over to them.

Y/n had stirred awake at the noise the trio made.

“Alright.” James said putting the food on the coffee table in front of them. Remus shrunk to the floor, and put Y/n in his lap.

Remus looked over the plate of food and noticed some applesauce. He opened it and grabbed the spoon. He scooped some up and he held it up to Y/n mouth.

Y/n leaned forward and put the spoon in her mouth and ate the applesauce. They all watched in awe as Y/n sat in Remus’ lap and ate the food she was fed.

After they ate breakfast, Remus handed Y/n I’ve to Sirius and James, which prompted a lot of crying. A big part of Remus didn’t want to go but he didn’t want to miss class.

Remus and Lily made there way out and Sirius and James were left to care for a wailing Y/n.

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It had been nearly two class periods and the situation had not gotten any easier for the duo. Whenever Y/n wasn’t crying she was sitting grumpily.

Anytime Sirius or James tried to cheer her up she picked anything she could up, and chucked it at them.

Y/n started to cry again but it wasn’t a scream cry as it was before.

“No, no, no , no. It’s ok.” James said as he scooped her up, and started to rock her.

“What do we do prongs?” Sirius asked.

“We need Remus.” James said.

“I’ll go get him.” Sirius said before they ran out.

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Remus was in class but all he could think about was Y/n and how she was doing. Once the bell rang out he grabbed his stuff and left class.

As he left he turned down the hall only to stop when he saw Sirius running toward him.

“We need you?” Sirius said.

“Why? What happened?” Remus asked worried as they started to make their way back.

“We can’t get her to stop crying.” Sirius answered.

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James was holding a crying Y/n in her arms. He tried making her laugh, he tried rocking her, bouncing her, she just wouldn’t stop.

That’s when Sirius came back with Remus and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, you ok?” Remus asked Y/n as he took her from James. She looked up at him and his heart broke. Her eyes where puffy and red, and she had tear stained cheeks.

“What did you guys do?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, we’ve been going good all day.” Sirius replied.

“She keeps crying because she wants you, moony.” James said. Remus sighed.

“Alright, you two go to class, I’ll take care of her.” Remus said.

“You sure?” James asked.

“Yeah I’m good. You can go to class.” Remus replied. James nodded and made his way out.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Sirius said before he walked out.

“Ok.” Remus said with a sigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said. He than carried Y/n to the bathroom. Remus dried Y/n’s cheeks, and than picked her back up.

He smiled at her as he looked at her cute y/e/c eyes. Remus picked her up and took her back to the common room.

“Alright, let’s figure out what to do.” He said while looking around. That when he noticed some paper and colored pencils.

“How about that?” He said more to himself. With Y/n in his right arm and hip, he walked over and grabbed the paper.

He returned back to the coffee table, and sat down. He put Y/n next to him and gave her the utensils, and she squealed.

A smile spread across Y/n’s face when she was given the pencils. She started to draw, and Remus used this time to do Homework for the two classes he was able to attend.

After a couple minutes, Remus felt a tug. He looked to Y/n and she was holding a picture. He smiled and took it. It was a scribble but he could tell it was supposed to be a person. He assumed him.

“It’s good.” He said happily pulling her into his lap. She smiled and giggled. She didn’t understand what he said but she liked the way he said it.

He smiled at her innocent little giggle. His heart melted as she crawled back to her spot and started to draw once again.

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It was almost the end of the day. Remus was exhausted but happy. Taking care of Y/n was a lot, but he enjoyed doing it, and being around her.

He noticed that she was very artistic. She liked drawing and putting things back together. And that’s when an idea sprung to his head. He walked over to the record player as she sat drawing.

He put on a kid friendly song, even if Y/n was still too young to understand words. He turned around and saw Y/n heading straight to the fire place. He immediately scooped her up.

Thankfully the fireplace wasn’t lit, but he still didn’t want her to think she could just, crawl into fire places.

“Can’t turn my back with you huh?” He asked. Remus held her close. She leaned her head on him and he leaned his on hers gently.

Remus started to sway to the music, and sung along too. He could hear some soft giggles escape from Y/n’s mouth.

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About half an hour later school had ended. Remus sat cris cross ong the couch, with Y/n in his lap. She was playing with a colored pencil.

Remus felt bad that there was nothing actually fun for her to play with. He was happy she found a way to make do though.

Remus heard the door to the common room open. That’s when he heard the voices of not only the marauders but of Dumbledore too.

“What is this immensely important thing you must show me?” Dumbledore asked.

“Right this way.” Sirius said leading him over to the couches. Dumbledore stopped once he saw the baby.

“Why is there a baby?” He asked calmly.

“Well Uh.” James started as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“We... snuck out past curfew to Hogsmede. We were wandering around and we found her in a dirty, cold, wet box. There was a letter saying her name was Y/n, and that they couldn’t care for her.” Lily explained.

Dumbledore sighed, and contemplated the situation.

“Well I understand why you didn’t leave her there.” Dumbledore said.

“What are you going to do?” Sirius asked.

“Like are you going to take her to an orphanage?” Sirius asked. Remus’ heart broke at the sound of that.

In the day he spent with you... he grew attached. He didn’t want to let you go.

“Well, I suppose so. There really is no other option. I’d have to look at her memories first.” Dumbledore said.

“Look at her memories?” Lily asked.

Remus drowned out the conversation. Only focusing on Y/n happily playing with a pencil, as if it was a toy. He sighed. He didn’t want to loose you, he couldn’t.

“Headmaster Dumbledoor, have you ever let a student have their child stay at Hogwarts?” Remus asked interrupting the conversation.

“In my years of teaching I’ve never had one.” Dumbledore answered.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I was thinking. I’m 18, and she needs a home since I’m old enough... I could take her.” He said. He ignored the shocked faces of his friends.

“I could take care of her I would just, need your approval to have her stay here.” He explained further looking down at Y/n. Y/n had gotten boarded of the pencil and curled up in his lap, and was drifting to sleep.

“You’ve grown attached.” Dumbledore stated. Remus nodded.

“It wouldn’t be a problem with me. As long as it’s not for your roommates.” Dumbledore said liking to the other two marauders.

“No not at all.” James said quickly. He too enjoyed Y/n even if she cried a lot. It’s clear moony made her happy, and she makes his best mate happy.

“I don’t mind.” Sirius said after a moment.

“Very well, I’ll work on getting the documents. I’ll still have to cycle through her memories. Just to ensure that she’s alright, and get any information on her.” Dumbledore informed.

Remus nodded before they thanked him and he left. Remus lifted a sleeping Y/n and placed her in his chest and laid down.

“So, Remus Lupin. A father at 18 years old.” Sirius teased.

“Yeah.” Remus confirmed with a smile while looking at her.

“Oh god this baby is going to have you wrapped around her finger.” Lily chuckled.

“Looks like she already does.” James said. They all shared a laugh. Y/n subconsciously cuddled closer for warmth, and Remus wrapped his arms around her.

“Alright, let’s let the new parent have some time alone.” Lily said.

“See you later moony.” James said.

“Later prongs.” Remus replied.

Lily, Sirius, and James made their way to the dorms as Remus laid his head back. Everything just hit him. He needed to but more than just toys. He’d have to teacher to to write and draw, he still had school. Than there was his parents. And also... the full moons.

He’d have to invite his parents sometime later this month before Christmas to break the news. Lily would probably be more than willing to take her during full moons.

He sighed. He was a nervous wreak knowing that he now had this responsibility but... he doesn’t regret it. He looked down at Y/n again. He knew just by looking at her, she was going to be worth it.

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(A/N): I hope you enjoyed this part, I know it was really long. I’m going to work on the next part immediately after this. As of right now my requests are open.

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Rapture is a Boy (5)

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior? And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader (Neutral)

Warning: angst, cuss words, self-doubt and self-hate, mention of cheating, lotsss of angst in this one, maybe even more than before.

Authors Note: Now, this chapter is a bit on the longer side but it is my favorite one so far. We get POV’s from Remus, you, and Sirius(excuse how much there is of Sirius, it’s not entirely intentional he just owns my heart), each filled with ANGST. And the lack of communication and the full throttle of angst is almost painful, but oh so juicy. I hope you all enjoy it, only a couple parts left, or one, until the end yall! I love you so much! Sirius POV in italics.

Word Count: 3k

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Part Five

****Letters To My Love****

Remus POV

Breakfast was over by the time Remus made it back to his dorm, but he didn’t leave to go to 1st period. Because on the endless and lonely walk back, his mind began to spin. He knew he wasn’t a cheat, but he was a liar. He lied to you about his being a werewolf for years because he was petrified of what you’d think of him when you found out. That you’d stop seeing his scars as beautiful stories but rather the makings of a monster.

He was more of a beast than he was a man, and for one night each month, a beast was all he became. How could you love him knowing that? Remus had yet to stop pacing the length of the boys dorm, ignoring the way little sticky notes on the walls with prank ideas came twirling down with every gust of wind Remus’s sharp turns created. He was a storm.

He repeated this thought for the better part of 1st period. How could you love him? You won’t love him, he tells himself, you never will, Lucy said it herself, he was just a disturbing truth. The thoughts made his stomach lurch. You will never love him again. These horrible, tantalizing thoughts were accompanied by beautiful moving pictures on his wall, which his eyes darted to every second despite how miserable they made him.

One picture was a large polaroid of the two of you laying on the common room floor, while your friends are all laughing around you, your arm was wrapped securely around his shoulders and he is laying his head on your chest. He was fast asleep, but a ghost of a smile was painted on his lips, your head was leaned back in laughter. While the picture moves, you only seem to laugh harder and Remus shook, his smile growing ever larger as he awoke to the sound of pure joy.

You will never love him again. With that heavy thought, and another glance at the picture he rushes to the bathroom, just in time to find the toilet, as he vomits into it. Utterly sick and riddled with anxiety and self-hate, but so much anger filled him. Why did Lucy have to ruin everything? Why did you have to leave him? Why did he have to be such a fucking monster? Why’d he have such god awful luck!

Sirius finds him in the bathroom, sobbing for not the first time that morning nor the last. Sirius rushed over to him, patting his back as he choked up extra pieces of last nights dinner. Sirius forgetting to retrieve his class book he forgot this morning, and was excused from class to quickly get. Herbology can wait, Sirius wasn’t going to spend his future with plants anyway.

“Remus, what’s wrong? What can I do?” Sirius knew it was about you, but why was he so sick? Little did Sirius know, that love and heartbreak is both the enlighting of the heart, and the sickness that plagues so many.

Remus was not immune to such poison, his strength lies elsewhere, it lies in the mornings after full moons and the steadiness of his hands before. It lies in his courage, in his determination and empathy. It lies in his silver tongue, but his strength does not belong to his heart because he gave his heart to you so long ago. And perhaps you gave him the greatest strength of all, love. Love, love, love, you gave it all to him and more. Now he was left empty and he felt it now in his stomach as much as he did in his heart.

“I am alone Sirius. I was alone in the room, then I saw our picture, (y/n) was laughing.” His voice cracked, fighting a sob. “They are the most lovely thing I’ve ever seen Pads...Pads do you think I told em’ that enough? That I love them?” Remus then turned to Sirius with the most gut dropping look of remorse, with a breath to match. Sirius nodded fervently, not sure how else to comfort a person in such a state. He rubbed circles on his back and reached for a tissue.

“Yes Moony, we all heard you say it a million times. But...Moony it isn’t over. Lucy lied to them, if you are honest -and I mean fully honest about everything- you two will be one again. Practically married again. So, gather yourself Moony. I will wait with you till the bell rings, yeah?” Sirius hands Remus the tissue and smiles down at him, trying his best to be encouraging Remus knew, it was the same smile Sirius gives him after hard full moons and the whole lot of them want to stay in bed.

But it did not work, Remus’s whole body sank into the floor as he wiped at his mouth. Sighing at the mess he was, flushing the toilet he stands.

“No. I can’t tell them-”

“Remus-”

“No! Leave it alone Sirius, you don’t understand. (y/n) deserves better than...than this this thing that I am, and will always be. This monster.” Remus throws the tissue down and storms out of the bathroom, back into the expanse of their room and now flouncing his arms around as he speaks. Voice thick with emotions. “Do you think they’ll still love me after they know the truth?” He sneers, almost laughing humorlessly to himself. Sirius stared at him in horror, still in the doorway of the bathroom.

“They’ll leave me Sirius, I would lose them twice. Twice! No,” Remus shakes his head, “Better I let them go now, I’d rather not go through this whole ordeal twice.” He motions to his vomit lined collar and messy locks. “Better (y/n) hates me for a lie, than the truth.” And that was the end of it. Remus turned his back on Sirius and began to pull clothes from his drawers, deciding that it would be best to go to second period. If he was to get over you, he must start soon.

Sirius was left speechless. Remus was angry, that was clear to see but he was often the only one who could get himself out of these ruts of self-hate. Him and you of course. So Sirius got his almost twice forgotten book and left. Before he left the room completely he turned in the doorway to say something to Remus, but he only watched as Remus softly tore the photos of you off of his wall, Sirius shut his mouth and left.

Your POV

The bell to second period rang through loud and clear, yet it wasn’t until the movements of the students around me, rushing to be free from History of Magic, that I began to move myself. Even then my movements were slow, sluggish and reflected the droopy feeling of my heart hanging loose in my chest. Like a portrait hanging sideways on one of the hallways, knocked loose by a groping couple, but my heart was knocked loose my the image of Lucy and Remus I’ve spun up in my head. Oh, I can just picture them together, so clearly.

His large hands roaming the plains of her back after making love, tracing words mindlessly as he has once done to me. His lips glued sleepily into the crook of her neck, as they cuddled after a long school day...just as he once did to me. It’s only been a day but my fingers are twitching to cling onto his and never let go. To hug and grip him, and my lips...well they tingle at just the thought of his kiss. My whole body abuzz with the idea of Remus, it has not yet caught up with my head, it does not yet seem to realize that Remus is no longer ours to hold and feel. He is no longer mine.

I finish packing all of my belongings into my satchel and hug it to myself instead of around my shoulder and waist like I usually have it. I thought this class would be much harder than it was, considering it is the only one I have with Remus today, but he never even showed. Coward, the bitter side of me thought, fucking coward. But I nonetheless picked out double the pages of parchment, and never once raised my head from the block of wood that is my desk. I was too focused on taking double the notes, both just copies of one another.

Now, as I walk out the door, not missing the way our professor seemed to pity the sullen look on my usual bright face, my only thought is on finding Sirius. Things have been tense between me and all The Marauders, but I like to think Sirius and I, though on very tense terms since our fight, are more amiable than James or Peter and I.

I was knocked off focus, and quite literally, by a blushing first year girl. “M’ sorry,” She mumbles, looking up at me like a scared mouse. I quickly glance up just in time to catch the retreating figure of a running Lucy, knocking even more people along the way.

“S’ alright, wasn’t you,” I smile sweetly at her and that seems to calm her nerves, she walks off with a little smile. But I was left with a rather large frown, was Lucy off to see her boyfriend, Remus? Is that what they are now? The thought made me sick, and the words made me even sicker. But there was little time to dwell when in the dwindling crowd I caught sight of a tall man with the messiest bun I have ever seen. Yet, Sirius pulled it off, I almost wanted to roll my eyes, he can pull many hairstyles off (many of which, I myself can not).

“Sirius!” I call, flapping a stack of paper in the air while trying to make my way through the crowd and towards him. He tells some friends of his from 1st period to go ahead, and waits for me with a tight smile.

“(y/n),” He greets, rather stiff. As if this whole thing was my fault, and we didn’t just have our whole friendship break through last night.

Sirius was staring down at you, soaking in the sadness of your eyes and the exhaustion shown through crinkles on your forehead. He took quick notice of the wrinkles in your outfit, and the totally clashing colors of the clothes underneath your robes. He wanted to frown, usually your outfits are well put together. But then again, Remus stormed off in his pajamas this morning, guess heartbreak makes you do even crazier things than love itself. But either way, Sirius felt awful after your argument last night and was having a rather difficult time expressing his emotions, so instead of apologizing like he knew he should, your presence just made him feel uncomfortable. A reminder of how he failed both his mates when it came to this whole breaking up thing. He regard the stack of papers with a raised brow.

I shove the papers into his chest, he cups them stiffly with one hand, peering down at them quickly and titling his head down at me in a frown.

“(y/n)...” He starts, but I cut him off.

“Before you start Sirius, you should know that Remus missed a very important class this morning,” I say, rocking on my heels and oddly nervous. A person can only take so much rejection and emotion in one day.

“But...why? If you think he cheated on you, I mean,” Sirius uncomfortably held the papers, waiting for me to respond. But I drew up blanks, why did I write him notes? Why did I go through the trouble of writing till my hand ached and protested? Was it because I still loved him? Yes, but also it was the way I dreamt last night of our first kiss and then the way he stumbled up the stairs with James, crying. It was guilt. But then I was angry, fuck this, I think, he doesn’t deserve to pass History, prat should re-take the whole boring class ten-fold!

“Nevermind Pads, just give them back,” I growl, tearing the papers from his hands and nearly ripping them. But then the wind seemed to remind me of how it is the season of the N.E.W.T.S and Remus so long ago said that maybe History of Magic will aide him in his test. I growl again and shove the papers back into a surprised, and quite frankly annoyed Sirius. His chest was really starting to hurt.

“No, you must take them. Give them to him...” I can’t bring myself to look at Sirius, oh what he must think of me. Such a silly girl to tend to Remus after all that he has done to me.

Sirius glanced down at the papers, your handwriting clear as day and neat. You clearly tried to make it easy to read, and the notes were well taken, informative. He looked between you and the papers and fought a smile. Even a blind fool could see how much you still adored Remus, but then he thought back to the conversation he had with Remus this morning. His heart overcame with something that felt all too much like real, physical pain. Sirius hands began to shake, how could Remus let you go. You’re one of the best things that happened him. Then another thought occurred to him, how was Remus to get out of the dorm again, or even smile again after reading your notes? It would break his heart all over again.

Sirius shook his head at me, placing the papers into my hand and ignoring the dumbfounded look on my face. “Merlin (y/n), are you trying to bloody kill him?” He says, addressing my notes and the sweetness behind the gesture. Perhaps it was too soon. But I was prepared.

“Oh, shove off it Sirius. My name isn’t even on the parchment, he won’t know it’s from me. Just say ya got a friend to take ‘em for him, yeah?” Sirius still looked uncomfortable by the matter. I cut him off before he even began, I could see him thinking. “Don’t want him failing N.E.W.T.S do ya?” Sirius takes a deep breath and tucks his lips in a disapproving frown wordlessly taking the papers and stuffing them in his bag.

“ave’ a good one!” He calls over his shoulder, almost wincing as he spoke, it was second nature to call such a thing in parting with a friend, but he was unsure of your friendship at the moment, and it was quite clear you weren’t going to have a good day. He turned to you with a tight smile, and loosened up at your own large smile. You finding the situation with an almost bitter sense of humor but humor nonetheless, he thinks to himself “good lad.”

The both of you part ways, reminiscing on easier times and missing them dearly.

Remus POV

Remus sat in his bed to study, which none of the boys do because they’ll fall asleep, and they usually did it together on the floor in a heap of papers, books, and spilled ink. But tonight Remus grew rather somber as Sirius handed him a collection of notes from 1st period. “aye, a friend wrote em’ for you. N.E.W.T.S comin’ up n all.” Sirius muttered, slowly placing them atop Remus’s chest, not looking him in the eye. Remus sat up in his bed to examine the papers, his hands shaking and crinkly the edge. He knew.

He quickly grabbed his parchment, and book, quill and ink before closing his bed curtains. He then proceeded to cuss and scream(more of a groan) under his breath. Of course he knew the notes were from you, it was silly of you to assume he wouldn’t. He long ago memorized every curve and line in your handwriting. Why did you have to care about him still? Why did you have to be so sweet and perfect? His heart wanted to run away to you, but he tried to focus on other things. But his mind went back to you once again, like a broken record. He remembers all the letters you’d write him, all the things you’d say.

He first memorized your handwriting over the summer after first year. He got several letters from James and Sirius, one or two from Peter, and one every 2 weeks from you. You adored hand written letters, and so he came to love them too. Then again 2nd year, then 3rd and 4th your owl came to his window time and time again, always sent off with a letter of his own writing. But 5th year, the year you two started dating, your friendly letters changed to love letters and it was those ones he clipped to his wall or kept in a special drawer, never throwing out one.

On particularly difficult nights, like ones before and after a full moon, when his body was drained and he was desperate for the warmth of friends and the dull ache to leave his body, he would pull out the letters his friends wrote him and read them. Then he’d pull out every love later you sent him and read it. He’d walk over to his bed and re-read them a million times, relaxing into his comforter and sighing with the memories of you that overcame him with each word like tidal waves. He’d hug them to his chest, then pull the next one out to read, all with the softest smile.

His pain long forgotten, he’d fall into a peaceful slumber with parchment and letter sprawled all around him. All greeted with...

My love,

And all signed with...

All my love to you,

(y/n)

Remus traced over your handwriting and hugged the notes under his chin and deep into his chest. As if they would become apart of him, and in that way you will always be with him. But you were, you were everything to him. I won’t part from my love, he thinks, my love is apart of me.

He decided then, that he would do anything in this world to win your affection back. He would bare his soul naked to you, just for the word “love” to slip from your lips and into his being. He was no longer afraid of your rejection, he just craved the chance to see what you would do, of what good could come from his truth unfolding itself before you. He craved your acceptance of all that he was, and above all he craved for you to love him once again.

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