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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: People Like Us

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew

Summary: Remus is hiding something, but what?

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language

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Somebody was yelling.

The words were scrambled in the haze, but there was no mistaking the tone of fear.

Her ankle was throbbing, and the intake of air was a struggle for her burning lungs.

The world began to slowly fade back to life, the words of the screaming individual becoming clear.

“—I told you, she wasn’t ready!” James was livid.

Another voice countered, “It wasn’t my fault! She’s the one that went into a nosedive, I tried to catch up and grab her!”

Someone directly overhead snapped at the others, “Shut it! Both of you! She’s coming to…”

As her eyes fluttered open, the fuzziness of the bright day stung as it came into view. Remus was leaning over her, concern settling in-between his brows. James and Sirius popped up behind him, the latter biting his nails nervously.

“Don’t move too quickly,” Remus said quietly, “you hit your head pretty hard.”

She blinked a few times, looking around to find Peter sitting down by her knees, examining her hurt ankle. He poked it with his wand and she hissed.

“It doesn’t look broken, just sprained maybe…” Pete said calmly.

Sirius leaned over him skeptically, “…and how d’you know that, Mungo Bonham?”

“Mum’s a healer, I helped her a bunch growing up,” Peter blushed, looking up at her and ignoring Sirius’ prying gaze, “I can cast a basic stabilizing charm, it won’t fix it immediately but it’ll keep your ankle steady enough to help heal on its own. It’s either that or we go to the Infirmary…”

She shook her head vehemently. Already thoroughly embarrassed enough, the last thing she needed was a hospital visit on the second day of school.

Pete nodded a confirmation, waving his wand over her ankle and muttering an incantation. She immediately felt her ankle tighten, like it had been wrapped in plaster.

Remus looked at her less-pained expression, “…Better?”

“Definitely,” she moved to get up, and James immediately grabbed her.

“Go slow,” he said, gripping onto her arm.

She stood up to full height, patting James’ hand to let him know it was okay to let go. He backed off slowly, resigning to carrying her bag that Remus had brought down from the stands.

“James, really, I’m alright,” she laughed as he looked back at her warily.

He led the way back towards the castle, the others following slowly to keep pace with their now limping friend. As they crested over a sloping hill leading to the main entrance, Sirius lingered beside her.

“…I thought you had died or something. I saw you start to dive and when you couldn’t regain control…I tried to get to you, really I did—“ his voice was quiet, breaking slightly under the weight of the earlier events.

“Sirius, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have tried to best you, not on my first time,” she put her hand on his shoulder, “I can’t however, promise that I won’t completely annihilate you on my second.”

His blue eyes shot to hers, a smirk growing on his lips, “You want to go again?”

“Of course,” she laughed, “buckle up, Black, I’ll be doing laps around you in no time!”

———

The rest of the day was spent in the Great Hall; James, Peter, and Sirius playing rounds of Exploding Snap, while Remus read quietly and she drew doodles in a small torn up sketchbook beside him. Every so often she would catch Remus glancing over at her work, quickly averting his gaze a moment later.

“…You’re quite good,” he finally whispered, leaning over to observe one of her profile studies of James.

“Thanks, it’s just a little hobby I’ve always done. My mums an art teacher, so I was basically born with a pencil in my hand,” she giggled.

The sun was going down as Remus set his book on the table, stretching his arms above his head, “I think I’m gonna check out the library before dinner, wanna come?”

“Yes, please,” she leapt up a little too quickly, a jolt of pain shooting through her ankle causing her to yelp.

“I’ve got you,” Remus gripped her elbow, “Hold on to me.”

She linked arms with him, leaning slightly into his side as they left the hall.

Remus led her down the winding corridors, passing by so many closed doors that made her wonder what mysteries they concealed.

“How do you know where to go? We’ve only been here one night,” she said, amazed at his navigation.

“I may or may not have snuck out last night midway through the ‘Great Gryffindor Quidditch Debacle’,” he smirked, “If I had to listen to James yell at Peter about Puddlemere United one more time, I would’ve set my bed on fire.”

As they approached the entrance to the library, Remus let go to hold the door open. She muttered a small thanks, stepping through the vestibule into the largest collection of texts she had ever seen.

Remus stood beside her, mouth slightly agape as they both took in the vaulted ceilings, glowing candles, and the seemingly never ending rows of bookshelves. They began to wind their way through, grabbing any book that piqued their interest. When they each had a sizable stack, they retired to a small alcove where a few armchairs sat.

For the next few hours, they didn’t do anything but read. It was within this time, that she finally understood why she liked Remus so much: he was easy. Being with him was effortless; he didn’t push her, didn’t show off, he just existed alongside. An equal. In turn, she did not feel the need to perform for him, to make herself into anything other than her own genuine self. They could sit in silence for hours, and be perfectly content with each other’s company.

A small older witch with an annoyed expression tapped on a nearby shelf to get their attention, “Library’s closed for the night, you’ll have to pack it up,” she grumbled.

Remus closed the potion book he was engrossed in, placing it on the table and rubbing his eyes, “Merlin, what time is it?” He glanced at his watch, “Well, we’ve missed dinner…”

“We can always sneak into the kitchens if you want?” She offered, adding her book to the pile on the table. He gave her a confused look in return.

“They’re next to my common room,” she laughed, “I have to go back that direction anyway, so you can come with if you’re hungry, I’ll show you where they are.”

After putting their respective stacks of books away under the scrutinizing gaze of Madam Pince, they set off in the direction of the lower floors. This time, she led the way, retracing their steps from earlier, but continuing down until they came to a set of wooden doors a few meters down from the familiar pile of barrels that led to the Hufflepuff common room. She had overheard a few older students talking about the kitchens last night at dinner; according to them, the house elves had an exceptionally good relationship with Hufflepuffs, as long as the students were respectful and polite (something that came naturally to most Badgers).

The elves in the kitchens jumped at the chance to serve them, shoving anything they could into their arms, including sandwiches, cakes, fruit, and chocolates.

Remus was amazed, laughing openly as they left the kitchen after thanking the elves multiple times over.

“I dunno if I can carry all of this back up to my floor!” He looked over the haul in his arms.

“Wanna eat in my common room? It’s right there,” she gestured to the barrels with her head.

“Am I…allowed?” He asked.

She shrugged, “As long as another Hufflepuff invites you, yeah.”

They stopped in front of the barrels, and she placed a few items on top of Remus’ pile so she could remove her wand and tap the password. He watched as the tunnel opened, nodding at the impressive sight.

“Ours is just a verbal password,” he admitted, “They change it every few weeks.”

She explained how to tap correctly, warning him that the wrong rhythm would discipline the attempting party, though she was still unsure what exactly the punishment was.

Remus was awed by the common room. He spent a good few minutes gawking at the copper potted plants lining the balcony, and the dancing cacti that flanked one of the doors. They chose a spot by the fireplace and dumped their food onto the carpet, sitting down and devouring the small feast the elves had curated.

As they split the last bit of chocolate, she leaned her head against Remus’ shoulder.

“Are you still upset about being a Hufflepuff?” He asked quietly.

She nodded into his neck, “A little…this helped though,” she motioned towards the remnants of their makeshift picnic.

“Amicitia,” he whispered into her hair.

“What…?” She lifted her head to look at him.

“Amicitia,” he repeated, “it’s our password. Seventh floor, look for the portrait of the Fat Lady.”

She stared back at him, stunned.

“Remus, you don’t have to do that. We’re not supposed to just let anyone know the way in—“

“You’re not just anyone,” he interrupted, “You’re our friend. You’re welcome there any time.”

His face was serious as he stared back, the light from the fireplace dancing in his hazel eyes. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him for the first time since they met on the train. He smelled liked chocolate and old books, and was so warm that she wanted to curl up and fall asleep right then and there.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his shirt.

———

September 6th, 1971

Remus wasn’t at breakfast.

He wasn’t at dinner the night before either.

She waited for him outside of their shared Charms class, eventually being ushered inside by an impatient Professor Graves. Immediately following Charms she hurried to the Great Hall for lunch, hoping to find Remus sitting amongst their friends.

He wasn’t.

She sat next to Peter at the table, who was looking incredibly glum.

“Everything okay?” She addressed the group rather than just him, more so implying her interest in finding out where their missing friend was.

“Well, Petey here,” Sirius pointed over at the boy next to her, “has somehow misplaced his Transfiguration textbook already, and we have class in an hour. He’s sulking because I refuse to let him borrow mine.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, “Here Pete, you can borrow my copy, I won’t need it until later this week.”

She dug through her bag, brandishing a red leather book that she swiftly handed to her friend with a smile.

“He’s never going to learn if you keep helping him!” Sirius whined from across the table.

“What’re you, his father?” She snapped back.

He glared at her, “What’s got you all riled up today?”

She looked at each of their faces, “Have none of you noticed that there’s someone missing from this table?”

The three boys glanced between each other, eyes falling to the empty space on her other side.

“Oh, you mean Lupin?” James said through sandwich bites.

She rolled her eyes. Are all boys this thick, or was it just these three idiots?

“He got sick last night before dinner, something about his head he said—“ James continued.

“—went down to the hospital wing. I guess he’s still there,” Sirius chimed in, seeming very unconcerned for his friend’s welfare.

She stared at them, appalled by their calm attitudes, “…and none of you thought to check up on him?”

Peter piped up, “I was going to see him after lunch—“ “—no you weren’t, Pete, don’t be a brown-noser,” Sirius sneered.

“I can’t believe you…” her voice was rife with disappointment, “…some friends you are.”

She rose from the table, snatching up her bag and stalking out of the hall.

———

Remus was sitting up in the hospital bed when she approached, downing a potion and depositing the empty vial into Madam Pomfrey’s waiting hand. He looked normal, except for the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Hey,” she smiled at him as the matron left his bedside, “I missed you in Charms, Professor Graves gave me your homework by the way…”

The smile he returned was tired, and up close she noticed how pale he looked.

“Remus…what happened? Are you alright?”

He nodded slowly, swallowing dryly, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just felt a little…under the weather, so I stayed the night down here. Madam Pomfrey said I’ll be good to leave in about an hour or so.”

Something in his tone made her uneasy, but due to his fragile state she didn’t want to pry.

“Anything good happen while I was gone?” He asked with a grin.

“Just the usual—oh! I forgot, James tried to talk to Lily again last night at dinner and she dumped a bowl of mashed potatoes on his head,” she giggled at the memory of butter dripping from James’ messy hair all over the floor.

Remus groaned, “I would’ve paid to see that. I’m so tired of hearing him talk about her, it’s been a bloody week since he met her and he’s adamant she’s the future Mrs. James Potter. Poor girl…”

She sat at his bedside for another 30 minutes, watching as the color slowly returned to his face. At a quarter to, she stood up and grabbed his hand.

“I have Potions in a few, are you sure you’ll be okay to get back to the common room by yourself? I can stay if you—“

He shook his head, “No, I’ll be fine, really. I’ll see you at dinner?”

She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before leaving.

As she emerged from the doorway of the infirmary, she physically ran into James.

“Christ—Potter, what’re you doing?” She adjusted the strap of her bag that had fallen in the collision.

“I uh…I heard what you said back there. In the Great Hall…about us being terrible friends,” his gaze fell to the floor, “You’re right, you know. We should’ve been with him—“

“—Just promise you’ll get him back to the tower in one piece,” she raised her hand to cut him off, still annoyed from earlier.

James nodded, regret and determination settling into his features.

As she turned to leave, she looked back at him, registering his sagging shoulders.

“James—“

He made eye contact before walking through the infirmary doorway.

“—thank you,” she smiled softly, a sentiment he returned before disappearing to care for his friend.

———

October 29th, 1971

“—Two rolls of parchment on how to treat a werewolf bite by next week!” Professor Sharpe called as the mixed group of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws dispersed. A vast majority of them groaned loudly at the homework, it was Halloween weekend and no one was planning on studying. Along with the various house parties, there was the annual celebration tonight in the Great Hall, something she was looking forward to, especially after Remus and James promised they’d sneak her into the Gryffindor table (they’d been working on transfiguring her robes scarlet for a few weeks now).

The rest of the day’s timetable was empty, so she headed up to Gryffindor Tower. The boys had double potions that morning, something she knew they dreaded each week, so she mentally prepared to deal with Sirius’ bad attitude that seemed to always linger long after class ended. As she ascended the staircase to the seventh floor, James and Sirius came running from an adjacent corridor.

“What’s going on?” She stared at them wide-eyed as they jumped down the stairs she was standing on.

“LUPINGOTINTOAFIGHTWITHSNIVELLUS!” Sirius’ excited words ran together as he bounded down the stairs.

She whipped her head around to James, who had paused a few steps down from her.

“Remus punched Snape, he’s in McGonagall’s office,” he motioned for her to hurry, and she ran after the two of them.

———

The three leaned against the stone wall against Professor McGonagall’s door, waiting for Remus to emerge.

“Tell me again, coherently, what happened,” she calmly stated.

“We were in Potions, and Remus was grouped with Snape, Lily, and Mulciber,” James explained, “Sirius, Pete, and I were working on our draught and the next thing we know—“

“—he fucking clocked Snivellus in the jaw!” Sirius exclaimed, mimicking a right hook.

She rolled her eyes, “Please stop calling him that…did you happen to hear what caused Remus to hit him?”

James stuck out his bottom lip and shook his head, “No, we’ve no idea. We looked up and they were both on the floor, Remus was just going at him…”

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised, though she didn’t think sweet, quiet Remus had it in him. Nobody liked Severus, except some of the Slytherins of course, but no one had ever resorted to violence against him; something bad must have happened for Remus to snap like that.

The heavy wooden door opened, causing the three of them to push off the wall quickly. Remus walked out with his head down, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“So?!” Sirius cut to the chase.

“So what…?” Remus deadpanned, walking past his friends and back towards Gryffindor Tower.

“What happened with McGonagall?” Sirius clarified, the three of them jogging to catch up to Remus’ long strides.

“I have three weeks detention, starting the 4th,” He wasn’t looking at any of them as he continued walking, and she noticed the bruise forming around his left eye. She knew better than to push him when the others were around, better to wait until they were alone.

Sirius though, didn’t share the same thought.

“What even happened? I was cutting up a sopophorus bean and all of a sudden, boom! You’re on the floor absolutely annihilating Snivellus,” you could hear the admiration in his voice.

“—He called her a mudblood,” Remus stopped walking and turned around to face them.

She immediately met his eyes, her stomach dropping, “…what?”

“Mulciber. He called Lily a mudblood, and Snape didn’t defend her or say anything to him, he just…laughed,” Remus began to walk up the stairs again, leaving the other three to soak up the reality of the situation.

James broke the brief silence, “Don’t worry about it, Lily’s strong, she can handle someone—“

“You don’t fucking get it,” Remus’ voice rose, spinning on his heel at the portrait of the Fat Lady, “You’re pure blood, you’re perfect, you’re acceptable. You’ve never had someone look at you like you’re subhuman, like you’re something unworthy of a normal life—“

“Remus, mate, that’s not what we’re—“ Sirius held up his hands.

“DON’T TRY AND ACT LIKE YOU UNDERSTAND!” Remus yelled, “DON’T TRY AND ACT LIKE YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE LIKE SNAPE, AND MALFOY, AND MULCIBER, AND THE MAJORITY OF THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY SAY ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE—”

They all went silent, as Remus paused at the top of the stairs, eyes blazing and chest heaving.

She took a step forward towards him, “…people like who, Remus?”

His eyes were golden when they met hers, the molten color shocking her to the core.

“—People like us,” and with that, he disappeared through the portrait hole, leaving the three of them dumbfounded on the stone landing.

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 1 month

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ATITA.

My goodness, you have an incredible talent with characterization and setting up the story and dialogues and inner thoughts. I know it’s hard to accept compliments at times because everyone goes through self doubt in writing.

I hope you know that you always have my full attention with your stories, each and every time. I’m grateful that you share your stories with us.

I reread the first chapter three times and each time i saw a different style of writing. I don’t have issues in quoting the lines in the comment section

Narrative

Poetry

Character Study for Peter!

Amazing, as always. Just know I read it slowly and I had to put my phone down each time because the way you wrote Peter made me so frustrated. Oh my gosh. It’s a compliment, really it truly is. I know each writer has their own way of portraying each of the Marauders and when it comes to writing Peter Pettigrew it’s always so tricky.

Like, we know what happens in canon of course and that can steer our minds to only think of him as the person who betrayed his friends (Snape is equally at fault! Just laying it out there) and tend to forget how his personality and feelings had started to change.

So having the story start from the “beginning” during the sorting hat ceremony, it really shows who he was. Then along the years, up until we see a complete disconnect between him and his mates. Even the moment when the group all were going to join the Order, and he was the last one to speak up.

That spoke volumes, even Sirius zoned in on him, because why was he taking a long time to answer? It made him skeptical, but Peter managed to fool all of his friends, I feel like the sorting hat made a huge mistake in having Peter go into Gryffindor. He is the least to be expected from the group and from the looks of it he was very hot-headed and vindictive, the list goes on.

I’ll definitely leave a review on ao3, but I just had to come here first. 💕

NENA. 😭😭😭😭

You continue to be the absolute sweetest, thank you SO much!!!!! God. This just made me so happy, you have no idea!!! (Also, I am notoriously bad at accepting compliments, so just know that I am over the moon even though I'm not great at putting "thank you"s into words!!😅)

I'm so happy that you're enjoying Peter's characterization in ATITA!!! I definitely dislike him immensely and think that he's a backstabbing little shit, but I also think he is so interesting from a character analysis perspective!

I've said this a few times I think to people I've chatted with about Peter, but basically I think his level of cunning is very under-appreciated by the fandom in general. Like...he obviously was very cowardly, but that wasn't his only character trait y'know? If it was, I think he would've booked it out of the country on his scampering little rat legs and never come back after Voldemort was defeated the first time, instead of hanging around and waiting for him to return. Also, nobody held a wand to his head in GoF and forced him to resurrect Voldemort; even Voldemort himself wasn't strong enough to force him. He resurrected Voldemort out of his own volition, and my belief is that he wouldn't have done that if he didn't, in some way, enjoy being a Death Eater. (Also, Peter was the one who made that potion that resurrected him, which is why I hc that he had at least some talent in potions...which is why I had him be the one to brew the Animagus potion in ATITA!)

Anyway, sorry, this is just me rambling at this point😂 But I'm just so excited by your reaction to the chapter and so grateful that you took the time to share your thoughts with me. Thank you for your kind words!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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blueroan-equestrian · 1 year

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Potterverse Regulus

We jump into the book unfortunately as aware muggles and save Regulus changing the story and ends in an awkward smut

Boom there I was on a strange island in a cave with zombies going after a young man around my own age. I thought about the book I was reading and the theories that went with a similar scene. So if this was that then the animated corpses were attracted to the water he drank. So I moved quickly to shove my fingers down his throat and forced him to vomit. It worked, and when he got the water out the creatures no longer seeked him out and sunk back into the water. The boy who must be Regulus looked at me in astonishment, “How did you know to do that?”

I shrugged, “I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.”

“Well try me.”

“This is a book and it’s about this boy named Harry Potter and how Voldemort tries and fails each year to kill him. One of the books he’s hunting Horcruxes and he learned about… you but in the book… you Regulus Black are pulled to your death and drowned by those things… anyway the theory is that because they can’t really see, the water you drank acts as a homing beacon.”

He stared at me for a second, “Well if that’s true didn’t you just alter the whole story?”

“Well yeah but it sucks in parts like how Dumbledore raised Harry for the slaughter and let your brother go to Azcaban knowing he was innocent. So if you know how to get us out of here we should go find the Potters and warn them about Pettigrew. We need to get to deathly Hallows.”

He nodded and wrapped an arm around me and we apparated away. “You are a strange one but I will say you know what you are doing. But do you know where exactly they live?”

I began to walk quickly, “I don’t remember exactly but I do know what it looks like.”

When I found the house, I dragged Regulus to the door and knocked. A tall handsome man answered and he looked almost worried, “Regulus? How did you find us?”

Regulus gestured to me, and I explained, “It’s a long story and most of it I will admit I have no idea what happened but long story short, we’re here to warn you.”

“Warn me? About what? Who even are you?”

“(Y/n) (l/n), and about Pettigrew… he’s a death eater. Regulus just managed to snag one of Voldemorts horcuruxes and we will happily hand it over as an action of good faith. Though I’m sure you can just check him for the dark mark but I wouldn’t stay here much longer.”

James looked exhausted, “why don’t you come in… Sirius will be here in just a minute and we can discuss all this with him here…. I’m sure he will be happy to see you Regulus.”

Regulus chuckled bitterly, “I doubt that, but thanks for saying it anyway.”

Inside Lily came down the stairs and whispered with James before trotting back to presumably Harry’s room. When Sirius arrived, he was skeptical but he eventually believed us. But when the question of me not being a witch they didn’t believe me but Sirius seemed to beam at his little brother coming back to the light side.

…

We got the Potters moved to a new safe house and Peter was taken into custody. Regulus got a house nearby his brother’s place and invited me to stay with him. Having no where to go I was grateful to be able to stay with him. Regulus was neat and very proper, while I could be a bit of a slob. But Regulus never complained he would just wave his wand and things would clean themselves. I was curled up on the couch with a light blanket as I played on my phone that some how still worked. It’s actually what got Regulus to believe me that this existence was in a book but he hypothesized that perhaps we all lived in some sort of dimension different than the other so that for me they were in a book but for them they were still real which would explain why I could still use my phone and charge it with the charger from the little bag I had with me.

Regulus came in and laid out beside me, resting his head on my lap, “What are you doing love?” He hummed.

I reached down to stroke his hair, “just playing on my phone. Do you want attention?” He nodded and I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “Do you want to snuggle or do you want to go for a walk?”

He thought for a moment, “Can we go walk to the ice cream parlor?”

I chuckled as I continued to run my fingers through his hair, “Ice cream, huh? You developing a sweet tooth?” I giggled.

He smiled up at me brightly, “Just for ice cream. It’s just the perfect little treat.”

Running my hand through his hair one last time I hummed, “I can’t argue with you there, let me go get my shoes and then we can go.”

… Regulus held my hand like we were dating or something. At the parlor Sirius was waiting, I laughed and scolded Regulus, “you planned this didn’t you!”

He smiled, “Can you blame me? You’re such a homebody. You only go out to go to that job you insisted on getting which I find ridiculous because I can take perfect care of you.”

I chuckled oblivious to his implications, “I need to contribute something and unlike you, I need to work to get money for what we need.”

“No you don’t, you just have to ask me for it and I will more than happily give it to you.”

I rolled my eyes, “I can contribute to the things we need.”

Sirius chuckled and ushered us to the counter, “have this argument at home I’m here for the ice cream not my brother and his girlfriend arguing.”

With a slight confused expression I corrected, “We’re not dating… we just live together.” Sirius started cracking up and I gave Regulus a questioning to find an almost hurt expression on his face I tilted my head back, “I think you know well enough that if you aren’t direct with me I am going to miss the point but we can talk about that later.”

… we sat in a booth in the back Sirius was like a giant kid, he was all sorts of hyped up. He was telling me about their childhood when they used to get along… before they had a falling out, though their parents sounded questionable… okay more than questionable but I know not to touch the subject. “So it sounds like you two were close when you were young, what happened?”

“Regulus fell for our parents pure blood bull shit.” Sirius shrugged.

This really pissed Regulus off as he balled up his fists and his demeanor darkened, “You abandoned me! You left me behind!” Regulus stood up and stormed off. I bid Sirius goodbye and trotted after Regulus.

“Regulus! Wait up I have short legs!” I called.

He took a few more long steps before turning and glaring at me and almost growling, “Explain something to me will you? How is it that we snuggle and I call you love and you don’t consider us dating?”

I raised my eyebrows, “snuggles mean I’m comfortable and I thought the love thing was a British thing. We don’t even go out on dates.”

He throws his hands in front of him, “You never want to go out!”

“You’ve never said hey (y/n) let’s go on a date, and let’s go see a movie or something! You also have never actually tried to kiss me!” I almost started shouting.

“I try all the time! I lean in close, only a breath a way leaving the rest for you to close! I don’t think I should have to literally ask for it! It’s pretty damn obvious.”

I shrank back, “Not for me… no one has ever had any interest in me… I mean look at me and then look at you. I’m nothing special, but you… you’re gorgeous. Why would you want me?”

He looked at me in total disbelief, “What? You’re amazing! You saved not only my life but the Potters. Because of you I mostly have my brother back. I mean we still have some things that we clearly need to sort out but I only have him back in my life because of you. I think you’re beautiful. So … let me be direct, will you please be my girlfriend?”

I looked up at him as he went to take my face in his hands, “You sure you want me?”

He smirked and went down and pressed his lips to mine and waited for me to respond before intensifying the kiss with clashing teeth and his tongue pushing into my mouth to wrestling with my own tongue. He pulled me impossibly close to him as if I was the most delectable thing he had ever tasted. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat.

He bit my bottom lip before pulling away, “I think I’m sure. But if you have any doubts in me why don’t you ask my little friend between my legs.” He said as he guided my hand to his erection.

I chuckled, “You call that small? Regulus I don’t think I could fit that inside me.”

“Don’t worry I will work you up to it, and it’ll fit love.” He hummed taking my hand and began to walk us back to our house and to our living room and sat us down on our couch. He pulled me onto his lap, “Now I want to be clear, I do want to fuck you and ravish you but that would be incredibly improper of me to do without taking you out on a few dates. I don’t want you thinking I just want you for sex.”

“How long did you think we were dating without even a kiss?” I laughed.

“Since you agreed to move in with me… and not just till you got back on your feet.” He hummed readjusting me on his lap.

I chuckled, “then I think it’s fair to say that you are one patient man and that tells me a lot… but I think I need tell you something… and I understand if you get mad but please keep in mind what we recently talked about.”

He gave me a worried look, “What is it? I don’t like the sound of that.”

I took a deep breath, “I… I slept with Sirius two months ago…”

Regulus’ finger tightened on my hips, “Two months ago?!”

“I’m so sorry!” I began to break down.

He quickly brought me close, “ No! No don’t be. It’s not your fault… I wasn’t clear enough with you. But I was with Sirius… he knew how I felt about you… why would he do that to me?”

“I don’t think he intended it to hurt you. Now it makes sense why he asked if we were a thing. Also I ran into him at the club when I was out with Demi, you know our neighbor, for her birthday. We were both very inebriated and he did check if we were an item and I said no… I’m sorry it’s more on me than him.”

Regulus nodded, “I understand… it’s alright. Was he… good?”

“I was drunk. He didn’t need to be good to be good. Don’t worry about it… Do you want me to help you with your friend?”

He looked down at his hard on, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I hummed stepping off him to shimmy out of my clothes before helping him out of his.

Sirius was slightly longer than average and until now the longest out of the two others,but Regulus wasn’t just longer but he was also quite thick. Regulus saw my hesitation and reached for me, “come here and let me make you feel good before you take me.”

I climbed onto his lap straddling his legs leaving me open to him. He took a breast in one hand and began to place kisses down my neck to my chest until he could take my other nipple into his mouth. With his free hand he reached down to play with my clit before inserting two fingers into me, fucking me on them. I laced my fingers through his hair and tugged with a moan when he added another finger into me and then another. “Too much Reg, hurts.”

He pulled off my nipple to give me a kiss, “I know baby, but I need to get you stretched and prepped. Try to relax alright. Shh there we go, good girl. Keep riding my hand. That’s it.” I whined but bucked my hips fervently into his hand, earning his praises. Once he deemed me worked and wet enough from my first orgasm for him, he pulled his hands away and placed them on either side of my hips and began to guide me over him. He let me control sinking down onto his shaft. I gripped his shoulders tightly as to keep myself from going too fast and hurting myself. Once seated I stopped to adjust. Regulus rubbed my thighs, “How are you doing? Hmm? Comfy?”

I didn’t answer straight away, I had to focus simply breathing, “mmm Merlin, you’re so big… I just need a minute to adjust… you’re just a lot.”

He chuckled and pulled me close as he began to rub my back, “I’m in no means in any rush but I don’t know I will last. As guilty as it makes me feel to feel so good while you’re not feeling this euphoria… you feel so good around me. I’m so sorry love… I can’t.” He moaned and bucked up causing me to groan as he shot his sticky sperm up inside of me. I squirmed a little trying to extend his pleasure as my own pain had subsided.

I smiled and kissed all over his face, “It’s our first time and I had a rather long time to adjust, it’s alright.”

Regulus let his head lull onto my shoulder and I instinctively reached up to lace my fingers into his hair. He focused on his breathing for a minute before he says, “It was my first time in general… I’m sure it was obvious…. I didn’t even properly prep you.”

“Reggie, that was your first? Baby! You were great, especially for a first timer. You were great. It’ll be better next time.” I praised him. “We’ll work on our foreplay game a little more next time. But you did get me to orgasm once which is better than all the times I did it with my first boyfriend sooo. Don’t worry about it love. We rushed into that anyway so don’t count that against you.” I hummed kissing the crown of his head. He was still inside me so I began to wiggle my hips while whispering, “A man interested in my pleasure is so hot. I just want to fuck your brains out. You’re so hot!”

He started to moan and wiggle with me, his fingers gripped at my thighs. I could feel him hardening again so I began to clench around him trying to encourage him to harden up again. He groaned and he too began to get into it too. He flipped me onto the couch so that he was on top and fucking down into me. The movement and show of dominance turned me on. I groaned and held him tight, “REG! I’m close!”

He smashed his lips into mine, muffling his own moans. He rotated his hips chasing a high. I reached down to rub my clit. He slapped my hand away and replaced mine with his. He had me screaming his name and he came inside of me again.

This time he pulled out of me and picked me up and brought me to his master bathroom, sat me on the toilet and started a bath. “Lavender or vanilla?” He asked holding up bath salts.

I giggled giddily, “Lavender… I like lavender!”

He laced the bath with the salt and weaved his hands in the water for a minute before turning to me and picking me up and stepping into the large bath with me. I snuggled into him, “This is nice. I like this.”

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#harry potter #regulus fanfiction #regulus black #maurders smut #maurders era #regulus black smut #regulus smut

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE WARRIOR? get what she deserves?” She is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & is OPEN to finding out.

— she walks through the world as ;

name → dorcas meadows pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → joy sunday blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → homosexual (lesbian) occupation → deputy head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → head hit witch at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic

— she is best described as ;

A KNIGHT cast in armor, she is the DEFIANCE held in a BATTLECRY yet the tears poured by WIDOWS welcoming their lovers home in caskets. Shedding moth wings to become her own HERO, she burns with a mind and strength as unyielding as a HURRICANE. SELECTIVE yet VIOLENT in seeking actions of JUSTICE to delight in ends met, while their STRENGTH makes them a force; their COLD GUARDED HEART shields them from love laced whiskey lullabies.

— she story starts with ;

Born to Mathew - a muggle professor in linguistics - and Charlotte - an Auror in the Ministry of Magic - Doe was taught that strength came from within. Embarking their wisdom, she encapsulated the best of them. With her father’s wit and intellect and her mother’s bravery, drive and persistence, it became clear to her peers that Dorcas could and would stand defiantly for truth and honor. Fate and destiny were mere fairy tales in the young witch’s mind, with one’s future path forged not from chance but from perseverance. Growing between two worlds ignited a passionate love affair for both sides of her heritage. Fascinating over Ancient Runes with feminist female muggle rock bands blaring from her portal player, she glowed in the opportunities, art and knowledge held in both. For her parents, it was important she understood what being a ‘Half-Blood’ meant in the wizarding world. While celebrated by them, not everyone was as liberal with their ideologies. Prejudice was a suffocating reality that left even Charlotte cast from her wizarding family because of who she chose to love. Assured that her value was not minimized to something as fragile as blood, being a part of both worlds was a gift; even if at times it came with burdens.

Heeding her parents' warning when at last her Hogwarts letter arrived, Doe packed her bags adamant that she wouldn’t be demoralized for she was the hero of her own story. With that, there was no surprise she was sorted into the house of the lion hearted; Gryffindor. Befriending fellow first years and dorm mates: LILY EVANS [best friend], MARY MACDONALD [best friend], and MARLENE MCKINNON [best friend], they brought out the best in one another. Doe took pride as the voice of reason. Strong morals guiding her true, blunt sarcasm pulled her friends out of their antics with Doe making sure they had both feet in reality. Inseparable, they spent nights gossiping as they painting their nails with polish Mary gathered before following Marlene to The Black Lake at the cusp of nightfall only to meet the ‘famous’ Marauders; JAMES POTTER [friend/rival], SIRIUS BLACK [friend/rival], PETER PETTIGREW [close friend] and REMUS LUPIN [best friend]. Knowing the four from class and the common room, Doe held skepticism towards them all. Particularly, James and Sirius who’s arrogance she found antagonizing. Their charmed gimmicks fell short with rolls of her eyes and sharp tongue calling out their laddish behavior.

Rightfully pointed out by Mary, they contradicted that Doe’s dislike could be rooted in jealousy. Possessing suppressed feelings for Marlene, her relationship with James and close bond with Sirius left her feeling discarded and absent. But in Mar’s neglect, Doe found a confidant in Remus. Between shared chocolate squares, he listened to her rant and watched her make the occasional rock explode with a quick and easy flick of her wand. Matters of unrequited love never held well in hearts, though the burden was lessened with Remus by her side. Love and the arrogance of men were soon to be the least of her worries with the end of her fifth year bringing heart retching tragedy. Pulled out of her Transfiguration class, Dorcas was brought to the Head Master’s office to be delivered the news that while on their research trip to Norway, her parents had been ambushed. A group of radicalized wizards attacked, killing her father instantly. While her mother had fought tactfully to ward off the invaders, she was exposed to Dragon Pox and died merely a few days later. Packed off to live with her muggle aunt - the only relative she had left -, Doe turned cold and blunt as she quivered in consuming grief.

Dangerous activities became her outlet, following the reckless lead of Marlene, James and Sirius. New found vices brought concern to some; but with the burn of fire whiskey, the thick smog of cigarettes and soaring over the Black Lake gave her the adrenaline she needed to distract her from her pain, then that is what she would do. She knew that her parents wouldn’t have approved of how she was handling their passing, but they weren’t here to say otherwise. Someone that seemed to find calm in Doe again was GWENOG JONES [former partner]. After a passing challenge to join her in flight, the pair quickly found a connection with one another. For the first time Doe’s affection was equally reciprocated. Their love was a whirlwind. Wound up in their last years of Hogwarts, it was filled with each other’s firsts. Gwen held Doe up when she needed it the most and together they pieced back the broken shards of each other's hearts. Tender kisses trailed over shoulders, clasped hands and the brisk breeze of air on their faces as they chased the sunset like nothing could ever tear them apart. Unfortunately, change came when Gwen was scouted to join the Holyhead Harpies. Though they held deep affection for one another with a job lined up at the Ministry the two parted ways so they could both fulfill their dreams with heavy hearts.

For safe measure with rumors of war emerging, upon graduating Doe uttered ‘obliviate’, erasing her from her Aunt’s memory; hoping she wouldn’t befall the same fate as her parents. Mary, Lily and Mar were quick to assure that they along with the boys would be her family now. With batted breath, she clung to them like they were all she had in the world. Following in her mother’s footsteps, Doe joined the ranks of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Working alongside forces such as HESTIA JONES [colleague], ALICE YEN [colleague/mentor], and GRACE HAYWOOD [colleague] all three dominating leaders and trailblazers that she couldn’t help but look up to. Though Hestia seemed hesitant at embracing Doe, Alice welcomed her with open arms. Recognizing the great passion and drive for equal rights within Doe, she scouted and informed her of a new group forming under the rank of PROFESSOR ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [former headmaster]; The Order of The Phoenix. Hoping to safeguard the Wizarding World from radical wizards, Doe accepted without a blink of hesitation. Craving purpose, Doe saw the opportunity as a way to honor her parents. Fighting for the equal world they dreamed of in hopes to finally make them proud.

After the solstice of 1983 everything fell into perspective for Dorcas. After watching the order scramble in an unprecedented war she is adamant for that meek feeling to never capture her again. With cases piled high, every one became more dire than the next she transferred to the hit wix division under ANNABETH PEBWORTH [boss/close friend] to put her talents to better use. Gunning for big names, Doe's observance of LACHESIS MALFOY [adversary] continues as their pompous behavior at the sight of muggles leaves her suspicious. Categorizing their political moves with the help of MALFADA HOPKIRK [colleague/romantic liaison] assistant to MILLICENT BAGNOLD [boss], she's started to notice a pattern of behavior. Particularly with those Lachesis affiliated themselves with; JAE MULCIBER [adversary] and EDRICK SELWYN [adversary]. Suspecting corruption in the Ministry itself, under the disguise of a beauty potion she bought a charmed two way note book off CHIARA LOBOSCA [acquaintance] from Obsurcus Books; with one book detailing everything spoken near its pair. Planning to plant the object within an office in hopes to catch a snake in the grass, the question being, which door to unlock first.

— she is a LEVEL 7 WITCH & readied for war ;

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cloudyzues · 1 year

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Prompt: plot

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Word count: 574

Remus Lupin had always found James Potter to be a bit of a troublemaker. James seemed to thrive on mischief and chaos, constantly dragging Remus and their other friends, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, into his wild plots.

Despite this, Remus couldn't help but be drawn to James. There was something about his infectious energy and unwavering loyalty that made Remus feel alive. It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but he knew it was special.

One summer evening, as the four friends lounged in the Gryffindor common room, James suddenly announced that he had come up with the perfect plot for the upcoming school year. "We're going to start a secret society," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "A secret society? What would that even entail?"

James leaned forward, excitement sparkling in his eyes. "We'll call it the Order of the Phoenix, and we'll recruit members from all over Hogwarts. We'll work together to fight against You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. We'll be heroes, Moony."

Remus shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It sounds like a recipe for disaster, Prongs."

Sirius, who had been lounging on the floor with his head in Remus's lap, suddenly perked up. "I'm in," he said, grinning. "Sounds like fun."

Peter looked skeptical, but James was already bouncing up and down with excitement. "It'll be epic," he said. "Just wait and see."

And so the Order of the Phoenix was born. They spent months planning and recruiting members, with James leading the charge. Remus found himself swept up in the excitement, feeling more alive than he had in ages.

As the school year began, the Order of the Phoenix began executing their plots. They snuck out at night, patrolled the school grounds, and even took on a few Death Eaters. It was dangerous work, but Remus felt like he was finally doing something meaningful.

But as the year went on, things began to unravel. There were arguments and disagreements, and the stress of constantly being on the lookout for danger began to take its toll on everyone. Remus found himself feeling increasingly anxious, unsure of whether their plots were really making a difference.

It all came to a head one night, when they were ambushed by a group of Death Eaters on the Hogwarts grounds. Remus fought valiantly, but he was badly injured in the process. As he lay in the hospital wing, he couldn't help but wonder if their plots had been worth it.

James came to visit him the next day, looking solemn. "I'm sorry, Moony," he said. "I know this wasn't part of the plan. I never wanted you to get hurt."

Remus smiled weakly. "It's okay, James. I knew what I was getting into."

James shook his head, his hazel eyes filled with emotion. "I don't think any of us did, really. Maybe this plot was too big for us."

Remus nodded slowly. "Maybe. But you know what they say: 'The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry'."

James smiled, relief evident on his face. "That's what I love about you, Moony. You always know just what to say."

Remus blushed, suddenly feeling shy. "Well, it's true. Sometimes even the best plots can't account for everything."

From that day on, the Order of the Phoenix slowly disbanded, until all the was left was the marauders once more.

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At first, Emmeline looked at her boss with skepticism. There was no chance Peter Pettigrew was alive. He vanished. One day they were hanging out and the other... poof, gone. Emmeline mourned him, just like she mourned Benjy Fenwick and Gideon Prewett. But now he was back and boy he had some heaving baggage.

She was updated with everything she needed to know, and the more information she retained, the more she wanted to obliviate herself. What he did made her sick, that wasn’t the sweet and shy boy she befriended at school. Emmeline was so conflicted that she had been avoiding anything that was related to him, even his name made her upset. Unfortunately, today was the day that she would have to stop avoiding the unavoidable and was assigned to babysit him.

Emmeline almost arrived late, given the fact that she did not want to be there. But Alastor had been so patient with her and her issues... and an assignment was an assignment. So Emmeline arrived to the location where Peter was staying. She stepped out of the chimney and waved her wand over her robes, cleaning off the remainings of the floo powder. Only then she looked up and found him there. He had changed so much, he literally seemed a completely different person.

“So... you are alive” she spoke dryly. Not hello, not a hug nor a kiss, he didn’t deserve her kindness.

#emmeline&peter001 #hope this is okay!#diagonstarter

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I smiled and giggled at Stiles skeptical enthusiasm, he seemed as curious but nervous as i was about the situation. I turned towards the two Peter's.

"Can you tell me what you mean by research? Is this kinda thing," I vaguely gesture to the three of them "normal for the motel?" I wanted to understand what really was going on but I didn't want to pry too much. I know nothing about these men and how, accepting they are to strangers.

"Are all the long term guest, not from here?"

Peter : "I don't know..I actually arrived four months ago. I was walking in the street and then, I ended up in front of Norman's hotel. I asked if I could stay and he kinda took me in. So far, I've gathered that at least half of the residents here are from other places, cities, or even universes..Norman told me people keep showing up at random times, they live here for a while and then, they are gone."

Stiles : "Gone ? Wait..What do you mean gone ?!"

Peter : "Norman says they go home. That they are brought here for a reason and then—when they do what they're supposed to—they come back to their world."

Stiles : "So...It's like magic ?"

Stiles : "How would you know ?"

Pettigrew : "No. I know magic. And that's not it."

Pettigrew : "Because if it was, I would have been able to use my wand to get myself out of here. I wouldn't have spent the last three years trying to find a way back home."

Stiles : "Wait...Did you just say three years ?"

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calummss · 2 years

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Harry Potter Headcanon: Being Harry Potter’s Twin Would Include:

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requested by: @luvlesabyy

a/n: not really happy with this but hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

annie lily potter, is what i imagine your name to be…

harry would be born minutes earlier and hold it over your head for eternity

‘i’m older than you so i should decide.’

harry is a copy and paste version of james except for his mothers eyes, whilst you look exactly like lily with james’ eyes

the day of voldemort’s return, harry got the scar on his forehead whilst he targeted your eye

hence why you got a small bolt like scar across your eye (it looks cool)

voldemort didn’t know which child would fulfill the prophecy so he targeted you both

when both of your parent’s died that night you were set out on your uncle’s doorstep

you both grew up with uncle vernon, petunia, and dudley

which was literally the worst time of your life

whilst harry slept under the stairs, you were forced to sleep on the couch every night

most of your childhood was spent cleaning the house

and when that one letter arrived your whole life changed

you remember walking through diagon alley with hagrid and harry, looking at all the unfamiliar things that were kept away from you

hagrid bought you your first pet which was a black cat

you were literally over the moon

when you met hermione one the train whilst hunting down the food trolley you were skeptical at first but came around quick to like her

you, harry, ron, and hermione got along quick and shared the way to the great hall where you were sorted into your houses

all of you made gryffindor which all made you very happy

and your face when you had your first feast at the sorting ceremony…

your face was priceless

hogwarts felt like home to you the second you set foot in the castle

but the fact that every year something was trying to kill you or harry felt very odd

you’re very daring and brave, taking shit from absolutely no one

stupid question? you’ll get a stupid answer

you never understood why snape hated harry so much but was more lenient of you

took you three years to figure it out

you’re very good at spells and have all of them memorised, from pronunciation to wand movement

when professor lupin joins hogwarts you instantly had a connection

and when you find out about the drama with lupin, sirius, and peter pettigrew, you feel like your trust has been broken

after lupin leaves hogwarts you’re still in touch with him and decided to move into his place

he buys you all your school supplies etc.

during the triwizard tournament you befriend fleur seeing her sitting alone after the second task

you comfort her and tell her that it’s all right

when she leaves with the rest of the school she placed a crumpled piece of paper in your hand with her phone number

and a few years later you attended her wedding

when snape takes over the school you go into hiding, you weren’t embarrassed to be a half blood but you wanted to survive to tell the story

the battle of hogwarts is a night you really don’t want to think about

but at the end everything worked out and your alive and well

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accio-moony · 3 years

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Escape || Remus Lupin x Reader SMUT

Request: no. A/N: I’ve been working on this for months. I am disgusted with myself for taking so long. Not fully edited, so probably lots of mistake. Forgive me. Word Count: ~9k Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, James, Lily, and Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew Summary: [NO VOLDEMORT AU, post Hogwarts Marauder’s era]It’s near a full moon, but you and your boyfriend Remus are going to Harry’s fifth (5th) birthday celebration. Remus gets really turned on when he sees you with Harry and tries to control it, but he can’t. WARNINGS: face fucking, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, marking (scratching, hicks, biting), grinding hair pulling, choking, teasing, dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, dirt talk [all in no particular order god I’m disgusting] *not my gifs*

A loud crash sounds from outside your bathroom, making you jump in surprise and almost slip on the slick shower floor. Out of instinct, your arms come up to cover your chest, though the curtain covers you and whoever it was hasn’t made it to the bedroom yet. Quickly, you turn the water off, and you’re left cold as the remaining hot water runs off of your body. You grab the fluffy towel you had set out and wrap it around your frame before picking your wand up from the counter and slowly opening the bathroom door. You sneakily move to the bedroom doorway and peak down the hall. A tall shadowed figure stands in the great room, a duffle bag in one of his hands, a wand in the other.

“Y/n” the familiar voice calls to you when the man sees you. “Hold on. Lumos.” A small orb of light sits at the end of the man’s wand, and you can quickly identify the face of your boyfriend of several years, Remus, from under the blue-glow of the wand’s light.

“Oh, Remus,” you sigh, and your shoulders relax. “You scared me.” You walk down the hall to him and smack his arm playfully.

“Hmm, I missed you, too,” he grumbles and leans down, kissing you.

The kiss is soft and quick, but still holds all the love you’ve both built up over the years. When he pulls his lips away from yours, you whine, not yet having opened your eyes as you revel in the messed feelings of his lips on yours. He had just spent two weeks with one of his best mates, Sirius, but he was now home.

“Rem,” you say as you open your eyes, but he’s no longer standing in front of you. “Remus?” You call and turn back down the hall.

You find him in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his duffle bag which he had put down. His head leans into his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. You move from the hall to stand between his legs, but he doesn’t look up at you. You carefully grab his cheeks in your hands and pull his face up so he’s looking at you, but he keeps his eyes closed with furrowed brows.

His actions confuse you. He’s usually very affectionate with you, loving any touch you give him. Slightly confused by his lack of reaction, you think of any obvious reason he could be acting this way, and your mind found the answer rather quickly: the full moon is in just two days. You turn your head back to him, not saying a word as you remove one hand from his cheek and trace your index finger down the bridge of his nose. He softens under your touch this time and quickly reaches up to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer so he can rest his head on your belly.

You giggle as you run your fingers through his hair. “I thought we had planned to meet at James’s, honey?” You question him.

At the mention of the small celebration that takes place in just over an hour, Remus drops his arms from your waist and leaned back on his elbows with his head lolled back, and of course, you take immediate notice to his change in demeanor.

“We don’t have to go, Rem,” you quickly counter. “We can stay home, just the two of us, in bed if you’d like.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You want to go. I would want to go if I weren’t so… well, you know. And they’re expecting us.” He looks into your eyes as he stands from the bed, his tall frame making you stumble back a few steps as he becomes unexpectedly close, towering over you several inches. He places his hands on your shoulders, steadying you as he plants a kiss to your cheek, but his lips linger and wander back towards your ear, his breath hot against your skin making your blood boil. “I’ll be fine,” he says lowly, “but you better go finish getting ready before I change my mind.” His hand slides down and then under your arm, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your chest is pressed against his own. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” His lips trail back over your cheek and jaw until they reach your lips. He captures yours with his own in a hungry kiss, the hand not around your waist wrapping into your still wet hair and pulling it backwards so he has better access to your mouth. The tension of the pull makes you let out a whiny moan into the kiss as your skin heats up.

You pull away and look into his eyes. They’re dark with lust and hunger. “Go,” he demands, and you scurry into the bathroom, Remus clapping his hand on your butt as you walk away, closing the door behind you and finishing getting ready.

Once the door is closed behind you, Remus pushes his hand down on his semi, trying to give it some sort of relief. You don’t know yet, but he had gone to spend some time with Sirius, because they were discussing how Remus would ask you to marry him, and he had picked out the ring. You’re the only person in his life to ever make him feel normal and worthy of love. You had convinced him, after many years, that he is not a monster. He’s just Remus, with a furry-little-problem once a month. It had taken him years to believe you, and sometimes it’s still hard for him to, but you had shown him that his lycanthropy does not define who he is, and that he is, in your words, the best guy you’ve ever met and ever will meet. It wasn’t until the both of you left Hogwarts that he knew you were right. He knew you would always be by his side, no matter what condition, no matter what happens. You stood with him for the seven years of Hogwarts like you had known him all your life. You didn’t bat an eye when he told you about him, and you worked with his fellow marauders to become an animagus for him, so you could be with him for his transformations, not just to take care of him on the ends of it. He knows, and as his friends have pointed out on many occasions, you would never leave him. You love him too much. Remus would have to do something truly terrible for you to leave his side. After having convinced himself for so long that he could never have a real family, or even friends, you finally made him grow comfortable enough to the idea to believe he can, though he hadn’t told you yet. To your knowledge, he was still an insecure boy who thought he could never love. He knew you wouldn’t stop until you knew you had convinced him, and then you’d continue reinforcing the idea from then on. He’s able to imagine you with a grown baby, carrying his child, but he never mentioned it to anyone until this past holiday when he told Sirius. He had always pushed the thought aside, not wanting to get his hopes up, not wanting to pass his lycanthropy to an innocent infant. If you loved him for what he is, and you take care of him, then he knows you would do the same for your child, but the thought of passing the trait still terrifies him, but to a lesser extent.

He turns to his bag on the bed and pulls the small velvet box out of the hidden pocket inside, going to hide it in one of his drawers, one you never go in — his underwear drawer. He opens the box, admiring the ring for a moment. The ring is small, simple but elegant, and he knows you’ll love it, he knows it reflects your personality and relationship perfectly. It’s simple: besides all the crazy stuff in between, the main picture is just love — the only thing that matters in the relationship. He still has to decide how to ask you. He knows he wants it to be romantic, but he also wants it to be as soon as possible. The romantic part isn’t difficult, it’s the having to wait until they’re not so close to the full moon. He could ask you tonight, before the gathering, but he doesn’t want you to think of it as a rash decision he made because of the full moon. If it was, he would’ve asked you months ago, maybe on a night where you were scolding him for trying to drink away the post-transformation pain. Quite the contrary, really. Usually, during a full moon, he’d get more self-conscious, feel more like you deserve better, but the full moons have begun to prove to him that he will marry you. You’re always there no matter what, and you always will be. He knows that, and he wants to keep it that way.

He hears the bathroom door open, and he quickly shoves the box haphazardly into the drawer.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him suspiciously.

“Uh,” he grabs a random pair of long black socks. “Looking for these,” he excuses, turning to you as he holds up the socks for you to see. It’s then he notices you’re in your favorite matching black lace bra and thong, and he curses his blood for running hot and straight to his groin.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, still skeptical as you walk closer to him.

As you reach the closet and start to look for an outfit, he quickly closes the drawer to try to hide the box from you.

He rummages through his clothes, picking out a plain white dress shirt with a dark red cable-knit sweater that contrasts just enough to wear with the pair of jeans he already had on and his favorite sneakers, sporting his signature comfortable-but-intelligent, soft attire and just enough of his old house colors. He puts the clothes on the bed with a subtle tie and pulls his jumper over his head, leaving him bare. In the mirror, you can see his back muscles flex and tense as he pulls the dress shirt up over his shoulders and start to button it. You walk over to him, laying the skirt and top you chose next to his outfit and helping him button up his shirt.

“Let me help,” you smirk as you grab his shirt, looking up into his amber eyes innocently. You let your fingers trace over his muscles and is scars as you admire it all, never shying away from his flaws. When the shirt is buttoned, you grab the tie from the bed and toss it around his neck, grabbing the other end as it comes around and tugging his neck so he gets to a height where you can stand on your toes and kiss him passionately, biting and pulling on his lower lip as you pull away, releasing it softly as you lick your lips, looking into his pupil-blown eyes.

As casually as possible, you step back from him and grab your clothes. First your mini skirt, pulling it over your bum and purposely squeezing into it give Remus a show. You grab your semi-casual blouse and pull it on, then tucking the bottom hem into the skirt.

By this point Remus had his tie done and was pulling the sweater over his head, smoothing it down his chest. You grab your small wedges and wand before walking towards the door.

“Let’s go, Remmy,” you call to him as you walk into and down the hall, your hips naturally swaying with each step.

Behind you, when he sees your hips move like that, Remus growls under his breath, but quickly subdues it with a cough as he follows you, grabbing his own wand on the way out, failing to pretend he could get the image of your plump ass out of his head. You grab the gift-wrapped box for the party, and the two of you went into the front garden, just by the old, rickety front gate. Remus holds his arm out to you, and you take it, preparing yourself for the sickening feeling of apparation. Your feet are lifted off the ground as you swirl into a spaceless darkness, squeezing through time and space in a way that would be nauseating to anyone who didn’t do it several times a day.

It had been several hours since you and Remus had arrived at James and Lily’s house. You were in the kitchen with Lily, talking about what life is like, and how it changes once you marry and have children. You want that with Remus, and you had since before the two of you left Hogwarts. In Remus’ eyes, to your knowledge, he could never put that burden on someone for the rest of their lives. He didn’t want to risk passing his lycanthropy on to his children, who did nothing wrong, did nothing to deserve the condition, no matter how often you remind Remus that he didn’t do anything wrong, that he didn’t do anything to deserve the painful monthly transition. You wish you could make him see himself through your eyes, make him see how perfect he is. You wish you could make him see himself through his friends eyes, make him see how James, Sirius, and Peter adore him. You’ve confided in Lily about this before, and every time, she tells you how James tells her the same thing, wishing his friend could see how much he’s truly worth. The conversation dies down when you don’t respond, but just think about your boyfriend and how amazing he is. It upsets you to see his self-esteem so low.

Your mind shifts back to when you were getting ready, and how Remus touched you, how he kissed you. You feel your skin heat up and your insides churn just thinking about it. You know it’s only a few nights to the full moon, and those nights, Remus gets sexually needy and rough. It’s something you love from him. He’s usually a softer lover, and you admire him for that, but sometimes you need something more stimulating. That need is rare for you and strangely correlates perfectly with his own

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to find some friction, but you are unsatisfied. You leave the kitchens and find Remus in the living room with his friends. He’s sat back in the couch, almost zoned out. You go to walk towards him with a simple innocent smile on your face, but you’re stopped when you feel a small hand grab your own.

“Aunt Y/n!” You hear Harry call from behind you. You turn to him, giving him a big smile.

“Hi, Harry!” You exclaim. “Happy birthday!” “Thank you,” he says politely and hugs around your legs.

You chuckle and get an idea, a potentially dangerous idea. With your back towards Remus, you bend at your waist to lift Harry in your arms, but, as you hoped, your skirt rides up your hips, exposing just enough of your thong to Remus that you can feel his eyes burning into your back. You conceal your smirk with a big smile as you talk to Harry, “Where’s your mommy, huh?” Your knuckles nip around his nose playfully as you hold him in your arms, balanced on your hip as you walk into the kitchen with him still in your arms. Sweetly, he lays his head against your shoulder, and almost immediately falls asleep. Lily coos at her son when he she’s you with him.

“I don’t see how Remus isn’t dying to see you like this with his child,” she comments, kissing her sons head.

“I may bring it up to him again soon,” you comment. “I want him to know I truly want a life with him. But I’ll wait until a week or so after this full moon. I don’t want to aggravate him.”

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Remus looks over at Sirius once you’ve gone out of sight and ear-shot. “Fucking, damn-it,” he swears, unintentionally getting all of his friends attention. He blushes, trying to act like he didn’t just say that in a most aggravated tone.

“What is it?” James asks his friend, his eyebrow raised.

“I, uh —“ he starts, but is cut off.

“Can I tell them?” Sirius tries to, but fails to whisper to Remus. “Please?”

“Tell us what?”

“We’ll there’s no point hiding it now,” Remus sighs, giving Sirius at death glare. “You’ve gone and told them somethings up.”

“Great!” Sirius turns back to James and Peter. “He’s taking the jump.”

After a moment of confused silence, and Remus rolling his eyes, Peter speaks up. “The what?”

“The jump: he’s going to ask her!” Sirius explains, giddily happy.

“Finally!” James exclaims.

Remus blushes deeply, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s no point not to. She’s everything to me… and she’s proved time and time again that I’m everything to her. She’s the only person to ever have made me feel normal, worthy of love.”

James and Sirius start high-fiving excitedly.

“I mean, I already knew at this point that starting a family would be a part of this, but Merlin, seeing her with Harry like that just makes my heart want to explode.” Remus pulls a pillow off the couch and into his lap. “It’s turning me on, you know?..” He says under his breath. “Plus, I think she’s teasing me.”

“I’ve got this!” James says and stands up.

Sirius and Remus both grab his wrists, making him sit back down.

“Don’t you dare—“ Remus starts, but it’s too late. James sets his plan into motion.

“Harry!” James calls from the living room, giving Remus a wink.

Harry’s head shoots up off your shoulder at the sound of his father calling his name.

“We’ll see,” you smile to Lily, ending your conversation and turning out of the kitchen with Harry still in your arms. By the time you’ve reached the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, he’s wiggling so much that it’s difficult for you to keep hold of him. Again, you bend at the waist and place his little feet on the ground. Your blouse falling slightly and exposing your cleavage as you had secretly hoped. You stand up again, and watch Harry run over to his father and jump into his lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Remus push a pillow down onto his lap and cross his legs. You smirk to yourself and look at him, his eyes boring you a hungry look, and you decide that you have to use the bathroom, meaning you’d walk right by him. You walk across the living room, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear as you head to the bathroom in the next hall, passing the end of the couch that Remus is seated on. When you get close enough to him, he reaches over the arm of the couch and grabs your waist, the side opposite him. He spins you and pulls you so you’re sitting in his lap, and he slyly removes the pillow, making you land right on his cock. You squeal slightly on your way down, and when you feel his hot breath against your ear for the second time tonight, you can’t help but squirm in his lap, “accidentally” creating friction between the two of you.

Remus’ hands grab your hips and hold them still, holding you down against him.

“You feel that, babygirl?” He asks in a hushed voice so only you can hear him as he pushes his hips up from the couch, his hard member pressing into you. “You got me all hot and bothered in front of all of our friends. You’re going to have to fix it for me.” He nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing hot on your neck, and you let out a whiney moan at his words. “I would take you in the bathroom now, but with what I’ll have to do to you, there won’t be enough space in the there.” His lips graze your neck, and he unexpectedly flattens his tongue against your skin, leaving it feeling like it’s boiling. He hums at the taste of your sweat. “And I want to be the only one to hear you screaming my name. You are mine, after all.” He leaves an open mouthed kiss on your shoulder, his tongue grazing the spot at he kisses it. “So, go get your purse. We’re leaving.” His teeth nip at your ear and he pinches your butt under your skirt as he pushes you off of him.

For a moment, you don’t move, too stunned to do anything, but to your dismay, and Remus’ impatience, his hand flattens against your lower back as he leans forward in his seat, pushing you in the direction of the kitchen. On your way stumbling into the kitchen to find your purse and say goodbye to your friends, you look over your shoulder back at the man you love. He leans closer still to his friends, saying something inaudible to you that makes them all smirk and chuckle. Blushing, you scurry over to your purse.

“Got her,” Remus smirks from the living room to his friends.

“I honestly didn’t know you had that in you, Moony,” James laughs.

“She does things to me.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” You hear Lily from behind you.

You turn to her, your purse in hand, and you pull her into a goodbye hug. “Remus wants us to go home,” you almost whisper.

She grabs your shoulders and pulls away from you, holding you in front of her. “Is it what I think it is?”

You smirk and look over her shoulder into the living room.

She pulls you into one more hug. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she tells you when she pulls away again. “Or anything James would do!”

Once Remus lays his eyes on you again after you’ve stepped back into the living room, he quickly stands, waiting for you as you walk over to him, and he takes your hand, pulling you away without any word to anyone.

“Bye, boys!” You call over your shoulder as your frustrated boyfriend pulls you out the front door. Your feet barely hit the garden when you’re lurching through space again, Remus disapperating from Godric’s Hollow with you on his arm. You feet hit the ground in the front garden of the home you and Remus share, and you’re instantly stumbling as he’s pulling you up the front step and into the house. He slams the door behind himself once you’ve both entered the house, locking it with a swish of his hand, as his other grabs your lower back and pulls you against him as he growls down at you with a matching look of hunger in his darkened irises.

You feel that he’s harder than he was just a moment ago when you were sat in his lap, and you could swear that you had long since soaked through your panties.

His hand not holding your back grabs your face as he pulls your lips to his in a harsh, passionate kiss. The hand that was on your back sliding down to just under your butt as he lifts you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist to help him support you, and your skirt bunches up to your waist, your thong pressing against his leather belt.

He walks forward, pushing your back against the door as his lips move from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting, effectively marking you as his own with the dark bruises he leaves behind.

You whine his name breathlessly at the feeling of his teeth, tongue, and lips all grazing and working at your neck. In hearing your name, Remus growls against your soft skin, biting down on it as he replaces your feet on the ground then pulls away, much to your displeasure. He walks backwards towards the couch, dragging you along with him by your hands. He sits down on the comfortable couch, his hands leaving yours and sliding down your sides and back towards your butt. As his hand rests on the top of your ass, he grabs the zipper of your skirt, pulling it down excruciatingly slow, but once he zipper is over the curve of your plump butt, he quickly employs the new margin of space available and shoves the skirt down your legs, letting it fall to the ground silently. Hastily, Remus’s hands grab at the back of your things, pulling them down and over to the sides of his own, making you straddle his lap. As he reconnects his lips to your own, one hand grabbing at the back of your blouse, the other cradling your face, you moan. You revel in the feeling of his plush lips for the first time this evening, being less caught up in passion where you can’t think, yet your senses are still crowded with longing. They work effortlessly against your mouth, his tongue pushing past your lips and exploring the area same as he would if he had never kissed you before, brushing over your lips, against your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and the roof of your mouth before finally pressing his tongue down on yours, which had been begging his silently. As you two mix your mouths, you moan at the taste of him, the remainder of the one drink he had intoxicating you as if you were the one who had drank it.

You grind your hips down onto his jean-clad crotch, the denim rubbing perfectly through your soaked thong and against your aching core, a whine escaping your throat and into his mouth. Your hands slide under his sweater, then under his dress shirt, feeling his hard muscles under his warm, tan skin, littered with soft hills from scratches and wounds of the many previous full moons he’s had to endure.

Remus leans back, detaching his lips from yours for a moment only long enough to remove the red sweater before fervently reattaching himself. His hands hold you still against him, one keeping your hips down on his own, the other holding loosely tangled in your hair. He could leave his hand in your hair for an eternity, sexual or not. He loves playing with it, twirling it between his fingers when you lay your head in his lap on the couch while he reads; he knows you love head and back massages at night and how they put you to sleep in a mere minute. Your hair is soft and silky, easy to run his hands through without getting caught on any knots or tangles. He also know how much you love it when he grabs your hair by it’s roots, tugging enough for tension but not pain, or when he puts it into a make-shift pony tail when you’re going down on him.

Your soft lips leave the warmth of his mouth, pulling them away and down over his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses. Your tongue brushes over his scruffy face with every kiss, tasting the salty sweat that has begun to seep from his pores the more you touch him. Trailing your lips down his neck, sucking soft marks into it, biting on his collar bone or shoulder as you pass it, your hands nimbly work at the buttons on his shirt, shaking from the excitement running through you, the continuous passion you hold for your boyfriend. Your mouth follows the buttons as the come undone down his chest, adjusting your position in his lap and on the couch to keep moving a few inches with each new free button as you kiss, lick, and suck at his supple skin.

When your tongue licks at the top of his faint happy trail, feeling his grip on you tighten, you kiss back up his chest, pushing the shirt to the sides to reveal his tones abs and pecks. Remus isn’t super muscular, he isn’t burly by any means, but he’s toned and has just enough muscles to look strong and soft at the same time. You run your fingers through the short chest hair that lightly strews across his chest as you kiss each of his scars, following them until they stop or disappear behind him. His scars are a story, they show how strong of a man he is, the man you love more than anything. His story has become your story, one you’ve loved since the beginning.

You reach back up to his neck with your lips, kiss and continue to mark up the length of it as you return your mouth to his. You lean in just enough to feel your lips brush together softly, but you pull back when Remus tries to connect them. You smirk as you place a single, hot kiss to his lips before getting off his lap completely, sitting on your heals, your body supported by your knees on the floor in front of him. You start you lips back at the top of his happy trail again, and he pushes his hips forward, leaning back farther into the couch for both of you to be more comfortable in the coming activity. Your mouth trails down to his waistline as your hands run up and down his thighs slowly. When you reach the line of his jeans against his waist, your hands slide up, slowly, towards his belt, squeezing his painfully hard erection through his clothes as you pass. Once the buckle is free, you pull back completely, sitting back and looking up at him with your innocent doe eyes as you pull the leather from the denim loops. Your hands find the button on his jeans, quickly popping it open and then carefully attaching to the zipper as you pull it down.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his trousers and pull down, he lifts his butt from the couch cushion enough for you to slide the fabric over his butt. You only pull to to just past his upper thighs, leaning his legs covered but giving you comfortable access to his treasure. Your soft hands rub back up his legs and over the material of his boxer briefs, finding his length and giving it a firm squeeze at the base, skidding your hand back and forth just and inch or so as you kiss at the damp spot over the tip of his cock. You slowly wipe your tongue on the spot, giving him an unsatisfying amount of friction.

His hand in your hair yanks your head back with a delectable amount of force, lifting your mouth off of him and forcing you to look up at his as you moan from the tension. He leans forward in his seat, bending low enough for his lips to be by your ear, his hot breath fading over it as he speaks. “You don’t want to tease me anymore tonight, love,” he informs you. “I had already been planning on you not being able to walk for the rest of the week.” He pauses and licks a stripe up your neck before continuing. “But now you’ve got a whole other punishment coming your way.” His hand leaves your hair for just a moment as he cups your cheek softly, leaning back a bit and pulling himself from his underwear. Once his aching cock is free, his hand on your cheek slides back into your hair, forcing you down so your mouth is next to his radiating member before sitting back into the couch completely.

Obeying, your small hands wrap around his cock, and you lick a long, wet stripe up the thick, pulsing vain on the underside. The feeling of it throbbing against your tongue, and the taste of his pre-cum when you reach his tip is almost enough to make you cum there, without being touched. You moan against him, still teasing him, still driving him mad.

His hair in your hair pulls you up only slightly as his other hand grabs and slacks your jaw, forcing you to take his delicious cock into his mouth. “Stop,” he says sternly as he thrusts up into your mouth. “Teasing,” he thrusts again, making you gag as he hits the back of your throat, unprepared. His hand in your hair loosens and his other leaves your jaw, letting you recompose yourself before further coaxing you. “Come on, Princess,” he hums softly, pushing stray hairs out of your face. “Let me see you take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you want to, I know your desperate for it. Take my cock in your mouth, and you’ll get it nice and rough later.”

You whine at his words, quickly wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, spitting over it before lowing your mouth onto him, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you rejoice in the feeling of his cock filling your mouth. You hum against him, pleased to be providing him with pleasure.

Remus starts grunting in time with your head and thrust up shallowly to the same rhythm. His hand drops from your hair when he thinks your ready, and they both grab the sides of your face as he fully fucks up into your mouth. Your hands flatten against his thighs, bracing yourself as you take him down your throat.

He’s grunting and groaning and praising your mouth until you feel him twitch in the back of your throat, before he roughly pulls your mouth off of him. He stands up quickly, shoving his pants the rest of the way down and taking his socks and shoes off with them, leaving them there as he pulls you up, kissing you once passionately, both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you farther into your home and to your bedroom. He pushes you down on the edge of the bed before climbing on, straddling your legs with his knees on either side of your thighs as his hands wrap under your arms and pull you up higher on the bed so that your head rests in the pillows.

Remus’s calloused hands slide under the fabric of your top, pushing it up before grabbing the hem and forcing it over your head. He throws the shirt to the floor somewhere on the room, somewhere neither of you cared about right now. His mouth works down your neck, leaving more marks as he crosses over and down your chest, licking at the top of your breasts above your bra before biting harshly in the same spot. You moan out, loving the feeling of his teeth against you. His nibble hands slide under your arched back, making quick work of your bra as he snaps the band and releases the clasp. That is discarded in an equally irrelevant place as your shirt. As soon as your breasts are free, he leans in, sucking one of your nipples into your mouth harshly, letting his teeth graze over it and bit down ever-so slightly as his other hand cups your opposite mound, rolling and pulling that nipple through his fingers making you moan out his name.

His lips and hand switch sides for an equal moment before they continue down the valley of your chest and your soft stomach, leaving more marks still as he makes his way to your panty-line at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers grip into the flesh on your sides as he sucks and licks his mark onto your tummy. You’re left trying to string word together to make a sentence, but it’s all incoherent as it just comes out as breathless pants.

You’re able to build your voice back when he just follows your panty-line across your tummy, avoiding the steaming apex of your legs that’s screaming for his attention. “Rem-“ you barely manage, and his lips slow against you as he looks up at you from almost between your legs. “Plea—“ but you can’t finish as you gasp out a breath when you feel his lips switch to your thighs.

“What was that?” he smirks into your leg?

“Ple—“ you try again, only for him to bite into the soft skin of your thigh.

“I need to hear the full word, babygirl,” he says, pulling away from one thigh and moving to the other.

“Please!” You force out, not letting him cut you off with his actions again.

At that, his mouth leave your thighs as he sits up, leaning over you enough to kiss you passionately, and you wrap your hands into his hair. “Good girl,” he smirks against your lips before pulling back again, positioning his face between your thighs while he sits on his knees, leaning forward. Without a warning, he presses his tongue over the wet fabric covering your mound. Me moans against you, feeling how you’ve soaked through your thong, and he can taste you. “Merlin, baby,” he hums into you, sucking you through your panties before pulling back. “You’re so wet, Y/n,” he teases as his fingers gently wrap under the waist line and begin to pull down your thong. “Who did that to you, hm?” He encourages you, throwing your thong off the bed before laying on his stomach between your legs, roughly gripping your thighs in his hands and pushing them up against your chest, giving him a beautiful view of your soaking cunt. He blows hot air over your sensitive core as he waits for you to answer.

“You, Remus! You made me that wet,” you plead for him. He happily obliges and dives in, licking his tongue up and down through your folds without warning. “Oh, fuck,” you curse out in a whine.

His tongue stills and flicks over your swollen clit several times as he rubs the tips of his fingers against your entrance, getting them ready for you. He stops licking as he begins to push his fingers into you slowly, his lips wrapping around your clit instead and sucking the bud into his mouth. His fingers only pushed in slowly until they reached a halt. He gives you zero adjustment time and starts pounding them in and out of your pussy, creating an obscene sound as the curl and twist within you.

You moan out at the sudden sensation, music to his ears as one hand finds this hair, wrapping into it and pulling. He moans into you at the tension you create and hearing your angelic voice do such sinful things. With your legs still pressed to your chest, you can barely reach the one hand into his hair, so the other reaches under your head, grabbing and pulling at the pillow.

He continues fucking his fingers into you at the fast pace, continuing to suck and lick your clit the same. You quickly become a moaning mess, and you’re almost embarrassed by the pornographic sounds you’re making. Your head turn to the side, and you bite into your arm to suppress the sounds. This doesn’t go unnoticed, and Remus pulls away from your center, his face slick with your arousal. His hand leaves the warmth of your walls, smacking down over your cunt and causing you to involuntarily jerk forward.

“Don’t be quiet,” he demands. “Let me hear you, darling. Let me hear the sounds only I can get from you, yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and your mouth releases your arm, but as though he doesn’t trust you to cover it again, he pulls your hand from the pillow, and interlaces his fingers with yours as he dives back in, eating you like he hasn’t eaten in months.

He returns to your cunt at the same pace, but only picks up the speed from there, his fingers digging not you deeper, rougher as he pushes you towards the rapidly approaching edge. He knows your dangerously close, and he pulls the high from you as he moans into you, sending vibrations through you that tip you over the edge. You moan loudly, legs convulsing at the intense peak rushing through your muscles. He pulls your legs down over his shoulders so you’re more comfortable as he continues to work your cunt, you thinking he’s riding out your high. Only he doesn’t stop. He removes his fingers from your hole, but continues sucking on your clit. The sensitivity from the orgasm that just ripped through you puts you right back on the edge. Your hips start to buck and both your hands lace into his hair, gripping tight. The intensity of only being on the verge of your next orgasm has you crying in pleasure, your hands pushing against him as you try to move his face off of you.

Your hands quickly give up as he holds himself onto you, and when he starts shaking his head back and forth with his tongue pressed against you, your pushed over that second edge, your back contracting as your muscles force you to sit up, using his hair as an anchor. He moans into you as you pull his hair, and he slows down, carefully lapping up your juices before kissing back up your body to your lips.

He gives you a chaste kiss before he flips you over, pushing your face down into the bed. His hands hook over your hips, grabbing around them and pulling them up so your ass is in the air on perfect display for him. His hands leave your hips once they’re where he wants them, wrapping them around your wrists and pulling them back behind your back before wrapping one of his large hands over them both to keep them there. His other hand reaches between your legs, spreading them apart so he can comfortably stand on his knees behind you. After your legs were in position, he used the hand not restraining your wrists to grip his cock, rubbing it up against your core, getting it slick and ready for you, but still not entering you.

You moan at the feeling of his throbbing length pressing against you, so close, but not close enough. Your moan, having been a subconscious technique to get him to continue, is not a suitable attempt for him. His hand leaves his cock, still pressed against you as he holds his hips against your own, then smacks down on your ass, wordlessly commanding you to beg for him.

“Remus,” you whine, pushing yourself back against him, and his hand comes down on the opposite cheek. Not good enough. “Please!” Another smack. Still not good enough. “Remus, please!” You try combining the two previous pleas, but he spanks you again, and you know he wants to hear you say it. You know he won’t give you what you both crave until he hears you say it. “Please, Remus! Please, fuck me,” you cry out as his hand comes back down on you, only this time for fun, to make sure both of your cheeks are equally reddened. As you’re whining his name again, his hand leaves your ass and grips himself at the base, pushing into you to the hilt in a quick thrust, no warning.

“Good girl,” he groans from above you as you moan out at the feeling of him so perfectly stretching you. He stills only long enough to get out the two words and move your hair over your shoulder, letting him see the side of your face and the top of your back and shoulders. You don’t have much time to adjust before he pulls out, almost completely, and starts thrusting forward into you again at an agonizingly slow pace. His palm runs over your red cheeks, soothing and kneeling the skin under his hand while still holding your arms behind your back.

The perfect friction, the prefect way he fills you up and reaches every crevice within your walls has you softly moaning for him, but you need more. You start to push your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts in his rhythm but trying to get him to speed up all the same. “Rem,” you moan. “Faster. Please.”

His one hand releases your wrists, the other holding your hips against his as he wraps the first around your throat, pulling you up against him until your back is pressed to his chest. “You want me to pound you, huh, baby?” He breaths hot on your ear, his hips thrusting roughly up into you and hitting your g-spot dead center, causing you to cry out his name. “You’re so needy for my cock?” His teeth graze the shell of your ear as he thrusts again, another cry escaping your lips.

“Yes!” You call out to him. “Please, Remus. I need you.”

You say what he wants, but his reaction if the opposite for you. He pulls away from and out of you completely, pushing you back down onto the bed forcefully, and you bounce a little once you hit the bed. He turns you over again, having you face up as he kneels between your legs again, grabbing them from behind your knee and putting them over his shoulders as he realigns himself effortlessly and continues to pound into you.

The pornographic sounds you make further strive the hungry beast inside him, and he reaches down for you, draping his hand back over your throat and squeezing once more. He continues to hit the bullseye in you repeatedly, almost as if he’s trained his whole life just to please you to such an extent. His thrusts are so precise that you barely registered the build up to your rapidly approaching third orgasm.

“Rem,” you draw out his name, warning him, and he understands.

“Do it, baby,” he commands, and you let go of the force pressing violently against your gut.

You scream his name, your voice hoarse and throat sore as you whine and gasp while you come down, Remus working you through it the whole time.

“Good girl,” he praises you, dropping your legs from his shoulders as his hand leaves your neck and slides up. He cradles your cheek as he leans over you, kissing you passionately as his thrusts slow down. “You’re so beautiful, darling. Just absolutely perfect.”

Remus’ previous aggressive lust, turns into a loving lust, just wanting to be one with you, be a whole instead of two halves. There’s just as much passion as before, it’s just more apparent now without his hunger for you clouding it.

“Remmy,” you whine, too sensitive after three orgasms. You’re still soaking, but you can feel every ridge of his cock as he slides in and out of you. Remus lifts his head from where it was folded into the crook of your neck, looking deep in your eyes. “I can’t. It’s too much.” A tear falls from your eye and runs down your cheek, but he’s quick to catch it, kissing the wet spot it left and then your lips so softly you barely feel it.

“Help me finish, baby. I’m close,” he encourages you to hold on just a few moments more. “You can do it, Princess. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

You nod your head as you look up into his darkened, but soft, eyes. The way his mouth hangs open and his eyebrows furrow together, you can tell he is close. You moan his name as you pull his lips into another love-filled kiss, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips and your arms over his shoulders, pulling him deeper into you. You break from the kiss panting. “Cum in me,” you plea so softly you can barely hear it.

Remus’ hearing is strong enough to pick it up, and his rhythm falters for half a moment. “Really?” He asks, how close he is painfully evident on his face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

His carnal need resurfaces, hitting into you harder, and you cry out every time. “You want me to cum in you, huh?” He growls into your ear, but he’s so close it breaks into a groan. “You want me to fill you with my cum, baby?”

You nod vigorously, not being able to form any words with the intense feeling burning in your core. He captures you lips in a kiss as he stills, buried deep inside your cunt and coating your inner walls with his hot ropes, his hips involuntarily jerking as he does. You’re sensitiveness, his words, and the feeling of him and his cum filling you to the brim push you over the fourth edge, and you crying out as your body convulses under him so much you would’ve folded in on yourself if his body weight wasn’t keeping you flat on the mattress.

He collapses on top of you as both your bodies give their last few tremors, both of you panting and sweaty, hair sticking to your faces. His arm extends towards the side table, looking for his wand. “Fuck,” he mutters, and you hum in question to his exclamation. “Our wands are still in the living room,” he kisses you softly, but with so much love. “You know, with our clothes.”

You giggle against his lips before he pushes himself off of you and goes into the ensuite to grab you a washcloth. Your affectionate urge to always be around him awakens and sends you to the bathroom, but when you stand from the bed, pain shoots down your sore legs and your knees give out. You’re left to gravity to fall to the floor with a small squeal and a soft thud.

The door to the bathroom quickly opens as he looks for the cause of the sudden noise, finding you on the floor in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?” He chuckles.

“Following you,” you blush and look down at the carpet. You’ve always tried to subside your natural clinginess in fear that it will annoy Remus.

You heel hands wrapping under your arms and you’re hoisted off the floor. “You’re my lost puppy, aren’t you?” He teases, making you giggle. A sound he could listen to on repeat for the rest of his life, a sound he’s never planning on losing. He puts you down so your weak legs hand off the edge of the bed. “Would you wait here just a moment please, love?” He says, adoration filling his voice. He steps back into the bathroom and comes back with two washcloths, a warm on and a cold on. He uses the cold one first, wiping the sweat and left over make up off your face. A moment later you take the rag from him so you can wipe his sweaty forehead, too, but you gasp and whine in surprise as the warm cloth rubs between your legs. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes and kisses you sweetly. You run your hands over his head, flattening his hair down as you kiss him back, never wanting to stop, and he finished cleaning the mess he had made of the two of you. “I’m going to take these and the other clothes to the laundry real quick, love,” he tells you before kissing your head and leaving the room.

You build all of your strength to get up and go to the closet in search of clean underwear for you both, stopping dead in your tracks when a poorly hidden velvet box in his drawer peaks at you from between the socks. You pick is up carefully and open the box, a ring perfect for you sat in the fold. You cup your hand over your mouth to hide any noise you might make, but your heart is in your throat as it bursts with love, and you couldn’t make a sound if you tried.

“Shit,” Remus curses behind you, having come back into the room silently. He rushes over to you and moves to take the box from your hands, but his hands stop, resting over yours as he looks at you staring at the ring, mesmerized. “You weren’t supposed to see that, yet,” he says and laughs softly, nervous of your reaction because your face is so blank, he can’t get a clue.

“Then… I’ll just pretend I didn’t,” you give him a small smile, but one that shows him your whole heart. You pull your hands back from his, leaving him to hold the box as you slip on your fresh panties and climb back into the bed. He looks to you, surprised you’re not questioning it, but your sat in the center of the bed with your arms held out to him and a goofy pout placed on your lips as your hands grab at the air.

He sighs happily, places the velvet box unhidden in his closet, and pulls on fresh boxers before climbing into your arms. Your fingers slide into his hair and scratch at his scalp as he lays his head on your belly.

After a moment of comfortable silence and his mind not settling, he lifts his head and looks up at you, seeing your eyes are closed. He calls your name softly. You hum, informing him you’re awake. Remus climbs further up the bed, laying on his side facing you to your left. His hand grazes your cheek as he pushes hair out of your face.

“I love you. I have never felt this much of one feeling before I met you. I’m so in love with you that it terrifies me, and I don’t know what to do. But you’ve changed me, you’ve made me a better man. I can’t imagine a future without you as my wife and with our kids running around. I never knew how to bring it up before,” he pauses a moment, trying to find the right words as he asks you the big question on a sudden limb. “I’ve just been to scared. I don’t know why, because you’ve never done anything but love and support me, and I couldn’t ask for better. I was with Sirius to find you the ring, and try to plan a romantic moment to ask you to marry me, I just didn’t want it to be so close to the full moon.”

You take a moment, considering everything he’s said and your chest swells with love and pride. “What about ‘James’?” You ask, being stuck on the one thing he said. When he pulls away from you completely and sits up, you open your eyes, startled. He’s looking at you with all the confusion in the world. “Oh my god!” You gasp. “That came out so wrong. I meant as a name! Merlin, the things you do to me — beyond amazing — exhaust me. I can’t speak correctly.” You let out a breathy laugh as you look for his reaction, a smile growing onto his face.

“You mean, like, a baby name?” He asks you.

You nod at him, smiling, and his shoulders relax as he lays next to you again.

“No, no,” he says after a moment. “I don’t want the product of my love for you to constantly remind me of my idiot best friend.”

“Okay, so ‘Sirius’ is also off the table,” you giggle.

“What about our parents names?” Remus asks as he turn to you, pulling you into him as his little spoon.

“So the product reminds us of our parents?”

He laughs at your rebuttal, and you smile. “Good point.” He presses his lips to your temple. “I guess we have time to figure it out.” He sighs in contempt as he buries his face in the back of your neck.

“For now,” you agree.

“So that’s a yes?” He picks his head up quickly to ask. “You’ll marry me?”

You turn in his arms, facing him and grabbing both his cheeks in your hands, purposely squishing his face a little. “Of course, you big oaf,” you laugh and kiss the love of your life.

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𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L Content: swearing, angst, no proofreading, filler? A/N: i hope your week has been great so far xx

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Chapter 35 ✷ Picture’s Up

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James couldn't recall a time where he felt so drained.

He didn’t even think there was a word to encapsulate just how drained he really felt. Every day, there was a wariness that sunk and immersed itself so deeply within his bones that made it feel like he could hardly breathe.

Day by day, it felt like a part of his sanity was cracking.

Enervated, drowsy, exhausted, knackered, dead on his own two feet… he could go on.

Prefect duties were as dreadful as Remus had said they were and James regretted every time he ever made fun of him for it. It was miserable and karma never hit him harder. Monitoring detentions and rounds were tedious, the tests he had to grade were mind-numbingly boring; all forcing him to lose the little sleep he had.

And then there were the loads of Quidditch practices that once were fun, a way for him to exert his remarkable supply of energy, only became a bit of a nuisance with the overwhelming activities he was forced to juggle.

Working around Moony’s moon cycle...

And then there was the fucking Black family.

The mere mention of their names sent James into a spiral. He’d rather submerge himself into the Black lake and let the giant squid ink all over him than deal with them. But there he was.

He debated for a while, whether or not to tell Black about Regulus but refrained. He was far too stubborn to listen and could make matters worse.

James sighed, leaning into the couch in the common room, running his fingers through his hair.

“Potter.” The ring of Lily’s voice sounded through his ears. James turned around to look at her, feeling his heart accelerate.

“Evans,” he greeted.

“We have rounds in a bit. Don’t be late.”

James simply nodded, not having enough energy to put on a front.

And of course Lily noticed. She noticed his frazzled appearance and lack of energy. There was hardly any banter between them and Lily would’ve thought it was a miracle that his annoying self had vanished, replaced with timorous energy. But if anything, it was disquieting.

She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing out, “Hey, you alright?”

He gave a little audible sound in response. “Yeah. I’ll be there. I just need to make a few arrangements quickly. Meet you by the... Prefects’ bathroom?”

Lily considered him.

“... See you.”

James made his way out of the common room, slipping out the Marauder’s Map. He’d been tracking Regulus’ movements for the past few days now and the only person he went to was Y/N for any substantial amount of time.

He truly had no one else and it ruled out any potential bullying.

Walburga and Orion… Their treatment towards him shocked James. Golden boy Regulus, who would’ve thought?

But even with the Marauder’s Map, it was impossible to keep track of him. He never stayed in one spot long enough to catch, aside from the dungeons and Slytherin common room.

Everything regarding Regulus’ situation forced James to think strenuously. If he were to accidentally say too much of what Whiskers had told him, not only would Regulus close himself off to him, but to her too, leaving them with no clue of his well-being.

And it forced him to worry about Whiskers. She didn’t know what she's getting herself into… What if Walburga and Orion caught word of their friendship?

James shuddered, pushing away the thought. He didn’t want to think about what would happen to either of them.

He continued to watch Regulus’ name travel across the map before ascertaining he was close. He tapped on the map, muttering out ‘Mischief managed’ whilst bolting down the hallways. Each twist and turn exhilarated a nervous adrenaline thumping through his veins as he rehearsed a little speech inside his head.

Before Regulus had time to process what was happening, James had already yanked him back, disappearing into one of the secret passageways.

“What the — Potter?!” He squawked. Pushing him away, James saw the pure panic washed over his features through the shadows.

“I know we don’t have much time,” James rushed, “But hear me out.”

He made no attempt to move but looked around for other students.

“You’ll always have a home with me,” James said easily as if it was the most obvious answer. “With Bla — Sirius — living with me, you’re more than welcome to as well. I understand your situation and —”

“No,” Regulus leered, “I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” James challenged before easing up. “My family and I are more than willing to protect you, like how we’ve been doing for Sirius.”

And then it stayed silent for a while and he finally let himself take in his appearance.

“Regulus, what happened to you?”

Regulus’ head hung. “All I wanted was to have long hair.”

And then it clicked for James, but he was running out of things to say that were convincing and felt a familiar panic return.

“You miss him, right?” He tried. “I know he misses you. If maybe —”

But when Regulus’ mood suddenly changed, James knew instantly that he had miscalculated.

“Miss me?” Regulus laughed bitterly. “He doesn’t miss me and he has never considered me his brother. You, Lupin, Pettigrew — you’re his brothers.”

He could see the misty tears welding up in Regulus’ eyes and didn’t make a move to stop him when he stormed out from the passageway.

Once Regulus was free from James, he sprinted, blinking multiple times to prevent tears from seeping out. An ache burned inside his chest as he found himself diving into his bed, pulling the curtains shut.

Those unforgettable questions that plagued his mind for a year now played heavily in his mind, like his own personal film.

What made someone good or bad? What did he believe in? Was he strong enough to break from his mould or did he want to? And most importantly, what was he willing to do?

Blood purity…

Regulus closed his eyes. He wished life was a dress rehearsal and there were times to make mistakes and have do-overs without permanent repercussions. To get time to practice and refine life until he explored every avenue. Unfortunately, life had no room for anything but the final performance. Every stumble, every mishap or memory slip was presented to a live audience day by day.

Reopening his eyes, he had his answer.

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A few weeks went by and September was coming to a close. October came with beautiful colours and a chilly breeze.

It felt like every day, Y/N added another reason to be disgruntled and hateful onto her list. It had been a month since she’d last seen her mother and she refrained from sending any letters; waiting patiently to see if she would make the first move.

Nothing.

It was safe to say that it put her into a bad mood that morning.

The walk to Defence Against the Dark Arts with Lily was a quiet one and slightly uncomfortable. However, the uncomfortable bit was more on Lily’s end rather than Y/N who was too wrapped in her anger-induced thoughts.

These days, their lessons were almost exclusively in the Duelling room, filled with practical lessons. Especially today, she was beyond thankful for; eager to have an outlet.

But Professor Elway was unusually keen on inviting her to the Duelling sessions. She was almost as difficult as dodging Slughorn’s Slugclub invites. Luckily, Y/N liked Elway and duelling was electrifying. Even potion making, no matter how much she enjoyed it, was lengthy and mundane.

Mentioning their professor, she wasn’t there that morning when they arrived outside the Duelling room. The students lounged outside the door, taking out their books and wand while they waited.

Remus found himself drifting to her as they quietly chatted away.

“Like your sweater,” she said. In the background, she could hear Marlene and James yelling, “It’s a jumper!”

Remus smiled. “This old thing?” Pointing to the sweater that she knitted. They both giggled a bit; Remus leaned slightly against her, eyes lingering a beat.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Elway called out to them in a dreamy voice. “Everyone, follow me!”

Puzzled, the class looked at each other as they followed their professor away from the dungeons. While they walked, rude and unbearable, Peeves the Poltergeist floated upside down. Once he spotted Remus, he immediately drifted up to him, opening his mouth, no doubt about to hurl all sorts of names or songs at him.

Remus hardly looked at him, already taking out his wand and said lazily, “Waddiwasi!” at Peeves.

A wad of gum shot out from nowhere and landed directly on Peeves before he whirled back from Remus, spewing curses at him.

“Nice one! Ought to teach me that later!” “Almost feel bad for the bloke!” Both James and Peter said at the same time.

Elway had led them outside to a desolate area, free from a canopy of branches and leaves.

“Now, my pupils!” She sang. “You might be wondering, ‘what are we doing out here?’ Lucky for you, we’re going to be practicing a few spells and learning how to fight using other means during duels.”

Like most of the class, Emmeline was skeptical as she raised her hand. “I thought we weren’t supposed to use physical means during duels?”

“Precisely,” said Elway, walking back and forth in front of the class. “Couldn't have said it better myself. But you know who won’t give a damn?”

There was a long pause for effect.

“Your enemies.” She clapped her hands together. “Now, can anyone give us some ideas? How about… Miss L/N?”

Blinking a few times, she hesitated, not expecting to be called on. “Er — you can… take them from the legs?”

“Wonderful idea! I’m thrilled you said that! Does anyone else want to add on?”

Remus raised his hand, answering politely. “Using your arms — stretching them.”

Professor Elway nodded away happily. “Wonderful answer! Take five points! Like Remus said, stretching your arms out or boarding your shoulders, spacing out your legs can widen your defence range! Why don’t we try?”

She called Remus up first and Y/N could tell he was slightly nervous. He doubled down, making himself seem smaller by hunching over and made sure not to accidentally hurt their professor.

A couple of Hufflepuffs, Slytherins and then James, Marlene and Lily all tried; mimicking Elway as she let them knock her over.

“Most importantly,” Elway said, dusting off her robes free from leaves and dirt. She panted a bit, tired from being knocked down multiple times. “Never let the enemy strike first. You all did fantastically!

“Obviously, in any professional setting, you’ll be disqualified if you ever tried to physically attack your opponent. But you can still play dirty in a duel!

“The charm Obscuro has been helpful on several occasions. It blindfolds your opponent. Please repeat after me: Ob-SKOO-roh!”

“Obscuro!”

“Excellent!” Elway gave a little applause, filled with glee. “Another spell that I love is the Confundus charm. Y/N! May you please explain to us the purpose of the Confundus charm?”

“She’s calling on you an awful lot,” Lily muttered.

She nodded a bit. “It confuses your oppent. The varying degree depends on how much magic is put into the initial casting.”

“Perfect! Five points to Gryffindor. If you will tell me about Incendio.”

As she spoke, there was almost a switch that went off in Elway that made her incessantly happy that almost unnerved her.

“Beautiful! Now if you may, help demonstrate the spell?”

“I don’t want to hurt —”

“Trust me, you won’t.”

Then, Y/N felt a deep lurch of fear as everyone retreated against the trees, giving her a clear view of Professor Elway opposed to her, waiting to block her spell.

She took a deep breath in, pushing up the sleeves of her robes, she held her wand.

Professor Elway had a protective spell around her. “One, two, three — now!”

“Incendio!” Only meek sparks shot out of her wand. A few students snickered while her friends were seen trying to drown them out by clapping.

“That was amazing!” Peter called out.

“I wouldn’t be able to do that on the first go!” Marlene shouted.

“That was good! Try again! One, two, three — go!”

“Incendio!” Nothing noteworthy happened. It was embarrassing.

“It’s alright, try again!” Elway said, not letting her go yet. “Think about something that’s motivating!”

Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and pondered. What was motivating to her? Surely, the want to continue with magic after school was motivating. Or perhaps proving someone wrong?

Proving someone wrong…

She had a lot to prove to her mother.

Instead of her being motivated, a flicker of annoyance and anger flooded her instead. Sensing the change, Elway beamed, her wand held high.

“One —”

Her mother always prioritized everyone and everything above her —

“Two —”

Was never there when it mattered —

“Three —”

There was never much affection. The constant want to please, the low self-esteem made her feel worthless, unloveable, always wanting to run when she got too close — she caused it —

“Now!”

“Incendio!” She bellowed.

A loud crack rippled through the air and caused her to stumble back. A large blast of orange and red flames shot out from her wand. Scorching heat flooded out, causing all the students to jump back as Elway shot waves of water, extinguishing the flames at once. As angry as she had been, glee and pure enjoyment replaced that quickly.

Once the bell rang, the students gathered up their belongings, leaving for their next class. But Elway took a moment, calling out her name, asking that she stay back for a few moments.

James and Lily staggered behind, offering to wait as they talked quietly under one of the willow trees.

They were so civil these days…

“I would’ve offered you a cup of tea,” Elway spoke as she approached her. Her foot tapped against the ground, her eyes far-away, thinking thoughtfully with a sly smirk. “Has anyone told you that you would make for an excellent, excellent duellist?”

Her eyebrows raised and shook her head.

That only prompted her teacher to smirk, in a satisfied sort of way. “You’re exceptionally strong for someone with no experience.”

There was a smug tone to Elway’s voice and she couldn’t quite place what she was getting at.

“Did you know that any professional duellist would kill for your wand? Or even the slight edge you have against them with your talent?”

“Erm… no?” Y/N said. She wondered if Elway needed glasses because surely, she wasn’t referring to herself. “Professor… are you sure you’re talking to the right student?”

She laughed so hard that she had to clutch her stomach tightly. She ignored her question. “My dear, do you have any ideas of what you want to be when you’re older?”

“Not really.”

“I have a proposition for you,” she beamed, flicking her long blonde, almost silver hair out of the way. “Let me take you under my wing, make you into a proper duellist.”

Y/N blinked. She didn’t know what to say and stood there with her mouth gaped.

“Yes, you heard that correctly.” Professor Elway teased. “I’d love to mentor you.”

She sputtered, positively confused and flustered. “I’m not at the top of the class, I struggle with Charms, I’ve never had a huge interest in it — I don’t know the first thing about duelling!”

“That’s what I’m here for, no? And your skill is exceptional and I know a duellist when I see one. You’ve shown the last few lessons that you’re capable of casting very strong spells.

“And do you know what separates a duellist from the masses? Energy, emotions and power. What changed when I told you to think about something motivating? A powerful Duellist may only be out of sheer power and brunt force, but a well-rounded Duellist listens to every part of their body. Their wand, their heart, the emotions that cause them to fight.”

“But —”

Elway flicked her wrist, mildly interested in her excuses. “Anyway, off to your next lesson. Take some time to think about it,” she smiled, clearly not going to take no for an answer. “I’ll be waiting for when you finally agree.”

Both Lily and James took her arms, hooking it with theirs and walked to Potions. They were staring at her, lost for words at Professor Elway’s proposition.

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“Yes, Pettigrew.” McGonagall scolded rather harshly. “The essay is due on Monday.”

Peter averted his gaze, grumbling out a thank you before exiting her office. “Dunno why she’s so strict with me.”

“She wants the best for you,” James tried to encourage as they all headed back to their common room.

Y/N couldn’t care less as she thought about later that night. No matter how hard she tried, Slughorn wouldn’t take no for an answer and she was almost forced to make an appearance at the Slugclub.

Lily was so excited, running through their dorm as she got ready.

Marlene sulked a bit, folding her arms across her chest. She was quiet enough for Lily not to hear, but Y/N heard her clear as day. “That’s not fair. I want to be invited. I want to feel special too.”

“You’re more than special,” Dorcas cut in, rubbing a hand up and down her shoulder. “You’re a star, baby.”

Y/N ignored them, fiddling with a small tube of eyeliner, watching Lily excitedly going through her closest.

Luckily, not only would Lily be there, but Remus, most likely Regulus — however, she doubted they would be able to interact — and funnily enough, James was invited too.

Inside the actual party was decent, a lot better than she expected. There were still the uptight students who thought they were above others, or the Purebloods that judged her when she walked into the room, but it was bearable.

Y/N chuckled as she watched Remus throwback drink after drink, sneakily stealing a few alcoholic beverages meant for the adults. His movements were so discreet that nobody ever suspected him.

She covered her smile behind her glass.

“Hi. It’s been awhile.”

Y/N turned around, and there, Aldrich McLaggen stood wearing a little smile. He trimmed his blond hair to sweep nicely and his cheekbones hallowed out.

“It has. And congratulations, I heard you’re on the Quidditch team.”

“Yes! Chaser - taking over Bell’s position.”

“So… How are you?”

If it was even possible, Aldrich’s smile grew wide. “I’ll be a lot better if I saw your smile tonight?”

She didn’t smile; unimpressed and decided to sip on her drink.

“Yeah,” Aldrich began again, “Didn’t think that would work.”

“A pretty big miss.” She grumbled.

“But I’m getting to know how to impress you in the future.”

Y/N turned to side-eye him. “Hmm? How?”

“How about -” And out of nowhere, he reached behind her ear and pulled out a red rose, handing it to her. Much like a Muggle magician.

She felt a coy smile tug at her lips and forced it down, but failed. “Nice one.”

“Everyone! Please come down and sit!” Slughorn announced, calling to all the students.

He beamed, flashing his teeth. “Don’t hide away again. I’d love to see you again.”

She tilted her head at him, tilting her glass before making her way to find her spot at the table.

The girl beside her had frizzy light brown hair and large glasses that looked like they were from an animated children’s television program. She was draped in a colourful shawl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

But the other young witch smiled brightly, although never quite meeting her eyes as she outstretched her hand. “Sybill Trelawney.”

She shook Sybill’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But then Y/N took a good look at her and realized, “We’re in the same charms class, right?”

Sybill nodded her head, fingers tapping rapidly on the table. “For two years now. I sit a row behind you. And by the way, you're very pretty.”

She was taken back, a genuine smile spreading over her lips. “Thank you, you look lovely too! I adore your glasses.”

A light blush spread across Sybill’s face, her hand brushing against her glasses. Her eyes peered up for a second before averting her gaze. Y/N couldn’t help but smile, already enjoying Sybill’s presence.

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sebloswolfstar · 2 years

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I posted 327 times in 2021

97 posts created (30%)

230 posts reblogged (70%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.4 posts.

I added 328 tags in 2021

#seblos - 90 posts

#hsmtmts - 87 posts

#hsmtmts seblos - 36 posts

#seblos fic - 34 posts

#rodfini - 19 posts

#joe serafini - 17 posts

#frankie rodriguez - 15 posts

#carlos rodriguez - 10 posts

#hsmtmts season 2 - 10 posts

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

#as soon as i became a fan i got to know he was bi and ya know what? as a pansexual i love to hear it because people do tend to talk shit

My Top Posts in 2021

The people of the Marauders Era as their Zodiac stereotypes (+giving zodiac signs to those that we don’t know the birthday to) ~Based on personal opinion

James Potter

Aries

Risk-taker (Pranks)

Stubborn (Stood his ground)

Impulsive (You know he was)

At times, arrogant (Lily: Arrogant toerag)

Young at heart (100%)

Optimistic (At least as a kid)

Impatient (5£ betting he had ADHD)

Generous friend (DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN?!)

He is literally the stereotypical Aries

Sirius Black Lupin

Scorpio

Secretive and private (Probably took some time for him to share about his family life

Loyal (He is a dog)

Distrustful (He doesn’t trust absolutely everyone, and for good reason)

Passionate (He could’ve had the middle name passion. It wouldn’t surprise me)

Mysterious (It’s the “bad boy” attitude. In reality he is Remus’ good boy and we all know it)

Lily Evans Potter

Aquarius

Rational (Prefect and head girl)

Clever (She was said to be quite smart)

Independent (L e a d e r)

A loyal friend (Without a doubt)

Remus Lupin

Pisces

Make great partners (FIGHT ME)

Caring (He cared so much for his friends and for Harry)

Really creative (THE P R A N K S)

Selfless (Are you? Are you gonna tell me that? Remus Lupin? Is not selfless?)

Hopeless romantics (I don’t know, I can just imagine him reading romance novels a lot... but that doesn’t mean he thinks he’ll find love or that anyone will ever love him)

Introspective (He is very thoughtful about his own feelings and thoughts. Don’t deny it, you know it’s true)

Peter Pettigrew

Libra

Indecisive

Hate confrontations

Don’t like emotions

Huge grudge holders

Conflict makes them nervous

Regulus Black

Virgo

Precise

Determined

Very clean

Analytical

Reliable

Observant

Skeptical

Responsible

Selective

Marlene McKinnon

Taurus

Dependable

Persistent

Loyal

Stubborn

Generous and giving

Kind

Dorcas Meadows

Capricorn

Responsible

Determined

Resourceful

Motivated by success

Organized

Competitive

Practical

Mary Macdonald

Cancer

Loyal

Emotional

Empathetic

Imaginative

Adaptable

Nurturing

Strong sense of community

Motivated by feeling

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I can't wait for the time when I'm like a "proper" adult with a degree and a proper job and a house and all that stuff, but then we get the news of like Joe and Frankie getting married or something that makes me happy cry and I'm gonna sit there like

"I've got a bachelor/masters degree, and I'm sobbing over a couple that met on a Mickey Mouse show, what kind of life have I've been living?"

47 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 15:53:12 GMT

Carlos talking about Seb: Sir, this my emotional support angel and soulmate

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I just think

Ashlyn and Nini teaming up for Seblos' wedding and making a whole video of pictures and clips of them over the years

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Had James and Lily not died

Baby Harry: *playing with daddy James and uncle Sirius in the garden whilst mummy Lily and uncle Remus are cooking in the kitchen*

Baby Harry: *getting tired after some time, but he doesn't want to leave, so daddy James and uncle Sirius takes him into the living room*

Uncle Sirius: *turns into Padfoot*

Daddy James: *puts baby Harry down*

Baby Harry: *crawls on top of Padfoot and falls asleep, cuddled into the fur*

*After some time, dinner is ready*

Daddy James: *wakes up baby Harry*

Baby Harry: *looks up at his dad* Dada *smiles the Potter smile*

Daddy James: *beams with pride and gets baby Harry to his mummy for food*

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#it's been a fcking year #my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Welp to quote Joshua Bassett #Time to use my most used hashtag #Seblos #This defines my name on here but for some reason I very rarely post HP anymore #Whoopsies

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maraudersandlily20 · 3 years

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ok dorcas and marlene as chaotic professors at the same university? could be an AU, could just be Hogwarts

As told in Text Conversations:

Groupchat: Picasso is a Bitch

Dorcas: New Teacher alert.

Lily: Department?

Dorcas: Engineering

Remus: Sounds hot

Dorcas: shut up immediately.

Remus: you’re not my mom

Lily: M or F

Dorcas: F

Remus: Dammit

Lily: seem nice?

Dorcas: idk. I didn’t get the chance to actually talk to her. It was more like a moment in passing. She was surrounded by guys, though

Remus: what a lesbian move

Lily: how… how is that even a thing?

Remus: Lils, are you dumb? If girls ONLY hang out with guys, chances are they’re butch. Or they know they aren’t attracted to guys and are wild as fuck and have nothing to lose. They have no one to impress, really. Those are the only two options.

Dorcas: Jesus

Remus: No, I’m sure he wasn’t there

Dorcas: I have to leave this conversation before I physically kill Remus Lupin. Talk to you both later.

Lily: Lunch in our usual spot?

Remus: Tell me if you see the Lesbian again.

Remus: Also, where the fuck is Alice?

---

Groupchat: The Walking Dead

Sirius: Well lads, I dropped off the love of our lives at school. Felt like a proud parent. Almost cried.

Marlene: You are aware that I know how to make explosives from scratch right? I’ve been aching to do it for a while, so you wanna keep doing this? Is this happening?

James: I need him, though. We’re gonna get married eventually. So no. You are not allowed to blow him up

Marlene: Fuck

Peter: How's the new campus?

Marlene: Small. I mean, it’s a lot smaller of a university, harder to get into and all that. But still. For a place that boasts a great deal of wealth, they certainly don’t show it in building size.

Sirius: That’s how you know they have money. They have nothing to prove. Classic rich people move.

Peter: You should know.

James: Did you get settled though, Mars?

Marlene: Enough. I still have to set up the lecture hall to my liking, but it’s nice to have an office that will probably be permanent. And I saw your door just a few down from mine, Jamie boy! Sirius: I should have become a professor. I feel left out. I hate being left out.

Peter: You have the right degree, Paddy. You could be a professor if you wanted.

Sirius: Desk jobs are gross. No thank you. Also, children.

Marlene: It’s not a desk job. And, like, these children are basically full grown adults.

Sirius: Physically, maybe. But I remember what we were like at their age. Mentally, they belong in daycare.

James: You’re just bitter because those college boys outdrank you the other night.

Sirius: THEY FUCKING CHEATED!

Peter: They didn’t though

James: Whatever you say, Pads.

Marlene: Also, I just saw a very beautiful woman. Will keep you updated if I see her again.

Sirius: WHY ARE YOU ONLY SAYING THIS NOW?!?!

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Groupchat: Picasso Is a Bitch name changed to Hamlet, that’s fucking gay

Remus: Any sign of the lesbian?

Dorcas: No.

Alice: What? What Lesbian?

Lily: Oh, while you were sick, Dorcas saw a very pretty girl. Remus thinks she’s a lesbian.

Alice: Ooh, that’s fun!

Remus: I don’t THINK Lily, I know.

Dorcas: You haven’t even seen her

Remus: Irrelevant.

Lily: Do you guys know if Potter is back?

Alice: I saw him this morning. He was getting coffee.

Remus: I love that man so much. He’s so beautiful I could literally cry. With that hot caramel skin and that wild hair and how he always smells like some weird spice. I want him to be the father of my children.

Lily: Don’t encourage him.

Remus: He’s not even here.

Lily: He can sense your enthusiasm. So shhhhh

Alice: Do we still not like him?

Lily: No.

Dorcas: You know it was an accident, Lils.

Lily: You don’t know that. And I don’t know that. And who in their RIGHT MIND asks someone out after they’ve pushed them into a fountain? Like, the audacity?!

Remus: At least he’s authentic

Lily: Yeah, an authentic bitch.

Alice: Lol.

Alice: I’m honestly really interested in this Lesbian situation, though. Can we get back to that?

Remus: She’s in the engineering department. So if your cute little math loving butt just wanted to wander over there…

Alice: I’m on my way.

Dorcas: Why are we friends? You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.

Dorcas: ALICE

Lily: They’re doing it out of love.

Dorcas: Well their idea of love is something I am not interested in.

Alice: Blonde?

Dorcas: Fuck.

Remus: Is she blonde, Dorcs?

Remus: IS SHE?!

Dorcas: Yeah.

Alice: Marlene McKinnon. Blonde, blue eyed, I’d say 5”8, 5”9. Masters in Engineering. Very nice.

Remus: Alice, I fucking love you

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Groupchat: The Walking Dead changed to Update, I’m still gay

Sirius: Why the name change?

Marlene: Needed to get your attention

James: But like… with that?

Marlene: It fucking worked, didn’t it?

Peter: What happened?

Marlene: I saw that beautiful woman again. And I was right. She was beautiful.

Sirius: Sounds riveting.

Marlene: I told you I’d keep you updated, and I am. Stop being ungrateful.

Sirius: Yes commander

James: Who was it?

Marlene: Don’t know. Short, black, curly hair?

James: Where did you see her?

Marlene: She was getting a plate of spaghetti in the Canteen.

James: Hm………..

Sirius: James doesn’t know anyone because he’s too busy mooning over Evans.

James: I am so much stronger than you. Do not come for me right now

Peter: Sirius, you have an appointment here, come down.

Sirius: Fuck.

James: Peter, you know you can just text him personally, right?

Peter: I can’t shame him publicly if I only text him.

Marlene: Facts.

James: Did you talk to her?

Marlene: Nah, she was with people. I wanted to though. She seems lovely.

James: Lovely? Who are you and what have you done with Marlene McKinnon.

Marlene: She’s dead now. I’ve inhabited her body.

Sirius: Thank god, she was a bitch.

Peter: SIRIUS

James: I’ll keep an eye out for her. Let me know if you want me to scout it out.

Marlene: Okay, James Bond

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Groupchat: Hamlet, that’s fucking gay changed to Dorcas McKinnon has a nice ring to it

Dorcas: Remus, stop changing the group chat name. I know where you live.

Remus: We live with each other.

Dorcas: Exactly.

Lily: Are there lesbian updates????

Remus: I met her. She was wandering around, looking for a pop machine.

Alice: Yay! I love Lesbian updates

Remus: Good news: she’s funny. Like, super funny.

Lily: Saying good news like that often means there is bad news to follow

Remus: She’s uh… friends with Potter.

Dorcas: Uh-oh.

Alice: Oh no.

Lily: I’m really sorry that you have to eternally break up with this woman, Dorky. Because NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. ANYONE who is friends with James Potter is not worth knowing.

Alice: That’s pretty judgemental, lils.

Lily: .... And?

Remus: Luckily, you don’t have to date her.

Dorcas: No one is dating ANYONE. Jesus, you guys. Chill out about this whole thing

Remus: I don’t think that’s physically possible.

Dorcas: Can we talk about anything else?

Alice: Frank is taking me out for sushi tonight.

Remus: I would marry Frank in five seconds, if he’d let me

Alice: I’ll let him know.

Remus: Thank you, I appreciate it.

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Groupchat: Update, I’m still gay changed to Emotionally Unavailable Idiots

Sirius: I have met the love of my life.

Marlene: Stop being dramatic

Sirius: Excuse me? EXCUSE ME? He quoted the Princess Bride with me. Word for Word? Marlene, I must marry this man. WHO IS HE?

Peter: Why do I keep missing all of the fun stuff?

James: The fun stuff is watching Sirius gay panic over a stranger?

Peter: Yeah. Obvs.

Marlene: He’s the lit professor.

James: Lupin?

Marlene: I think so, yeah.

Sirius: An english nerd. Perfect. He can read me poetry while I give people tattoos. We’ll make millions.

Marlene: I think… he wants to be my friend. He’s come around a few times. He even brought me coffee once, with a croissant. I didn’t know people were so nice to strangers. Am I in a hallmark film?

Peter: It’s cause you're such a catch, Mars.

Marlene: I will shove that “catch” up your ass, Pettigrew, if you don’t stop being stupid.

James: Impossible. Stupidity is Peter’s middle name.

Sirius: Yeah Peter Marcus Stupidity Pettigrew.

Peter: My middle name isn’t Marcus.

Sirius: Wait really?

Peter: No?

Sirius: Why the fuck did I think it was Marcus?

James: I think Lupin is bi, Sirius. So…

Sirius: James, you are the other love of my life. I will kiss you when you get home. You provide me with the most valuable information and attention. I can never truly repay you.

James: Finally. Getting the recognition I deserve. Can’t wait.

Sirius: Marlene, please. Be his friend, I am begging you. I will give you our first born child.

Marlene: Pass.

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Groupchat: Dorcas McKinnon has a nice ring to it changed to I won’t hesitate bitch

Alice: Marlene is so nice

Lily: You’re all traitors. She’s friends with the enEMY

Dorcas: I thought Remus was supposed to be the dramatic one

Remus: I’ll take that as a compliment

Dorcas: Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Alice: Seriously though. She’s so nice. A lot of my students have her and they’ve been gushing. Apparently she’s one of the best professors some of them have ever had.

Remus: Damn. High praise.

Lily: Still skeptical

Alice: She asked about you, Dori.

Dorcas: wait, what?

Remus: ALICE SAY MORE RIGHT NOW?!?!

Alice: She said she had noticed that you and I are close and she wanted to know about you. What your name is, what you teach, how long you’ve been working here, if you were single.

Dorcas: She did not ask that.

Remus: Dorcas, shut up forever. Alice is talking. Alice, my love, please continue.

Alice: I may have invited her to eat lunch with us.

Dorcas: Uh…

Lily: You did what?

Alice: She’s new, Lily. I’m trying to help her make friends.

Lily: You did it, didn’t you.

Alice: ummm

Lily: YOU TOLD HER SHE COULD BRING JAMES POTTER, DIDN’T YOU

Alice: He’s her friend. I couldn’t exclude him.

Lily: I never thought this would happen to me. To be betrayed so thoroughly by my own friends. I don’t even have the words.

Alice: Who knows, it might be fun?

Remus: I’m so excited I could burst

Dorcas: Is it legal to drink on campus in the middle of the day?

Remus: Unfortunately not. Trust me, I’ve tried.

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Marlene McKinnon to Dorcas Meadowes

Marlene: It was nice of all of you to invite me to lunch. I know it was probably awkward for all of you to have to spend time with a stranger. But I really appreciated it.

Dorcas: No problem. You’re always welcome.

Marlene: Maybe… we could go get something to eat off campus sometime?

Dorcas: Yeah, of course. We go to the bar on Wright all the time.

Marlene: Oh, I meant like… just you and me. Actually.

Dorcas: Oh.

Marlene: Yeah. Did I guess wrong?

Dorcas: Guess wrong?

Marlene: About you being into women?

Dorcas: Ohhhh…

Marlene: ??

Dorcas: What did you have in mind? For our date?

Marlene: Wait, is that a yes?

Dorcas: I expect like, first class treatment, because I’ve seen you in action now. Anyone who can wrangle James Potter like that is someone who deserves knowing. So yeah. It’s a yes.

Marlene: Yay! Okay, you won’t regret it!

Marlene: Also, my friend is in love with Lupin.

Dorcas: wait, James?

Marlene: Lol. Nah, James is still hung up on Lily. She’s wonderful, by the way. Tell her I’m grateful she was so kind. I know about what James did last year, so I can understand her bitterness. Fucking funny, though, to see it in person.

Marlene: It’s my other friend, Sirius. He owns the tattoo parlor, Cannis Major, on Levi.

Dorcas: Hmm. Well, let me know what I can do. I’m sure we can get them in the same room at some point.

Marlene: Are you offering to meddle in people’s lives?

Dorcas: Is that okay?

Marlene: Dorcas Meadowes, I’m pretty sure I’m already halfway in love with you.

Dorcas: Thank god.

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This has been in my ask box for literal months. I’m sorry @tonftyhw !! I had finals and stress and I don’t know how to write. I hope this makes you smile though.

Clarifier for who teaches what if anyone is interested:

Lily-History

Remus-Literature

Dorcas-Art (painting)

Alice-Math

James-Chemistry

Marlene-Engineering/Physics

Sirius owns a tattoo shop because I will die for that AU every time. And Peter works with him, kind of like the brains of the business.

Should I write more of this? It was so fun lol

#my writing #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #dorcas x marlene #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #alice longbottom #text conversations

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snapefiction · 3 years

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#2. Christmas Card - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 2 of #Snapemas! I hope you’ll like it! :)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge !

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Student!Severus Snape x Student!Reader (kind of?)

Warnings: Bullying, Mentions of a wrecked Home

Word count: 2273

Y/N - Your Name

#2. Christmas Card

Cautious to not make a sound the young raven head boy made his way through the corridors that seemed to be endless. Hoping he wouldn’t meet Potter and his pack of idiots on his way to his Potions Class with Professor Slughorn. His life wasn’t doing him well and to be honest he was more than just sick of it. Every day became an endless torture and drained every drop of energy out of him. The Fact that he was still getting out of his bed everyday was a wonder. He felt like - he knew- he was a dead man walking. Not because he did something sinful, no, but because Potter and Sirius in particular decided to turn his life into hell. As if it wasn’t enough that his Parents were treating him as badly as imaginably possible he got bullied almost every moment of his school day. Thinking about all of this made him clutch his books closer to his chest.

He really wished for an friend or at least someone to talk to. But there was no one. Yes, he got quiet well along with Professor Slughorn. But that was different. He taught him Things he really found interest in and was the first person ever who was showing any kind of positive interest in him. But he still was a Professor.

Merlin had some Mercy with the sad boy and he gladly didn’t meet his bullies on his way to class. The cold temperature at the dungeons remembered him that Christmas was coming soon. As he prepared his materials for class he couldn’t get his mind of having to go back home. His Father was even worse than the Marauders and would try everything to make Severus regret that he was born. If he only knew that he wasn’t quiet happy about being alive as well he probably would be mad at him for that as well. Potions, which was his last class for the day, went by quickly and so Severus could finally make his way towards the Libary to grab some new books before heading to the dinner. This Time he wasn’t as lucky as earlier. Potter already awaited him before he could slip into the great hall and just grab a Toast and maybe a Muffin.

,, Aww Snivellus, I heard you are going back home over the Holidays? Not even Dumbledore wants you around on Christmas.“ The Head of the Gang, the arrogant Swine Potter spat those words towards Severus before he almost choked on his Laughter.

,,I bet that not even your Mother wants you around.” Black now added and just hit a Nerve Severus wasn’t aware of he still owned. ,,Shut up you idiot!“ Quickly he laid his Hand on his wand just in case that Potter was up to something again or if his attack would remain just vocal this time.

You felt the tension from afar. Something was wrong and you knew you had to do something against it. Looking around your table you couldn’t spot any type of issue happening. Fast you pushed yourself up from the table just so you could get out of the great hall and finally spot what caused you your unease. It were Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and your Brother Remus Lupin. Again they picked up on Severus Snape the Young Slytherin. Oh, you hated it whenever someone got treated badly.

- Flashback -

You knew who Severus was because you often heard Remus and his ,,Friends” gossiping about him. Once, back at home when everyone of his friends went back home you dared to ask Remus some questions about Snape. ,,Remus?“ Quickly he looked up. You loved your Brother unconditionally but this topic laid like concrete on your chest. ,,Yes, yn?” His usual dreamy smile invited you to the seat next to him on his bed.

,,Can I ask you something? You got to be completely honest, okay?“ Nervous you watched him tense up a bit before nodding shyly in agreement.

,,You can ask me any-"

,,Why do you bully this Slytherin boy so much? What did he do?” The words rushed out of your mouth so fast that you feared he didn’t catch up everything you said. His following silence filled the room with empty assumptions. Watching his hands fidgeting around with a Thread from his trousers.

,,I don’t have many friends, you know.“ He then breathed shaky. ,,I tried to talk to James and Padfoot but… I don’t know. I don’t like it either but they’re the only friends I got. And Severus was just.. there.. kind of.” Remus voice was trembling and you knew he felt sorry for Severus and like his hands were tied.

,,That’s not okay. He’s always alone, does he even have friends? And you worry about losing Potter and-“

,,I’m not proud of it either, YN.” ,,It’s such a pity that you choose to be selfish when it comes to other people’s wellbeing. I really wished you’d be better than .. them.“ Leaving his room you couldn’t stop but feel pity for Severus and anger about your Brothers little Boyband. From this day on you told yourself you won’t ever let this behaviour slide again. If Remus wouldn’t stand up for whats right, ethical right, then you’d do it. Periodt.

Watching how Potter used his wand to let Severus fly around made you angry. He treated him like a gummy figure. But it was even worse that your beloved brother again did nothing.

,,Expelliarmus!” You shouted towards Potter who was more than just surprised about this sudden attack. ,,Remus, what the hell is wrong with your Sister? Is she out of her mind?“ Out of the corner of your eye you could see how Severus quickly grabbed his belongings and rushed into the great hall.

,,Shut up, Potter. Your behaviour is more than just disgusting. If you want to fight, fight against me, you wimp.” Your voice rose and instantly made James shit up. ,,Y/N, just leave, okay? Merlin, that’s non of your business!“ Remus tried to shove you back into the great hall but you just turned around to face him and whispered: ,,Don’t Make me use Silencio on you, idiot.” Tearing away your arm you just shook your head towards the rest of them and walked back to your seat. Knowing this won’t have any type of revenge following because that’s the one thing Remus would never allow them to and they would never hurt someone this close to them. As you looked over to the Slytherin Table you saw Severus sitting alone in front of an empty plate. He was rubbing his head, probably out of pain from his downfall, before he drank something from his cup and picked up his fork. Wondering what’s on his mind you just copied his movements. First taking a sip from your water and then starting to eat some broccoli and potatoe slices.

As the Christmas break neared and you received multiple cards from your close friends, housemates and even one from your Head of House(which just wanted to let you know that your courage was truly admireable and wished you a merry Christmas) you couldn’t deny but admit that those little cards made you feel loved. Slowly you slid the colorful cards into your suitcase before looking through your cupboard again. Your Christmas Shopping Spree from early November made you buy an additional Christmas Card for someone special this year.

It wasn’t a secret that Severus never got Mail or Presents and this, besides all the other sad truths about this boy, made your heart tear apart for just another few millimetres. Over the last few Months or maybe even year you couldn’t deny that there weren’t some sort of butterflies in your belly whenever you saw him. Yes, you felt Pity because Potter was more than just a pain in the ass but you also liked him for .. for everything he was. He was really smart, a rare gift that People Potter sadly didn’t own. He was gifted in Potions and knew ways of brewing you didn’t even considered plus he was, if you got past his hard shell, a really nice Boy. You were too shy to ask him to be friends or something but sometimes, when courage hit you, you sat down across of him in the library to just let him know that there was someone not hating his pure existence but appreciating it to the fullest. Even though you never talked to him you knew it was your time to make the first step of introducing yourself. He hasn’t rejected you until now so why would he after receiving something like a Christmas card? Closing your cupboard you quickly went over to your desk with the spare Christmas card in one and your feather in the other hand.

It was the last meal before the train would arrive and he’d have to go back home. It felt like a hangman’s meal. Every bite made him want to choke on it. He could feel how the chicken laid like stones painfully in his stomach. Some Students weren’t even attending at the Breakfast before the Train arrived. He hear them in the common room saying how nervous they were and how they couldn’t eat anything out of pure excitement. How that must feel like? Would he ever know? Laying down the fork he thought it would never come a time for him to feel safe and happy. He sighed and let his head hang low.

As something in front of him moved he quickly looked up. The last thing he needed was Peeves or some students bothering him now. He just wanted to sulk in sorrow until he had to catch the Train back to London. Confused he had to notice how an young owl landed right in front of him. He had never seen it before so his skeptics was appropriate. Scanning the Envelope he almost didn’t believed his eyes. It was addressed to him! Taking the Envelope still being curious and cautiously he traded an piece of his dinner with the Owl as an payment. As it flew away he carefully watched around. Was it a prank? Was someone watching him? No one even seemed to take any notice of him. So who would write him a letter? Shoving it in his robe he quickly made his way to his room so he could read it in the safety of some privacy. Almost running to his room he couldn’t stop thinking about who’d write him a letter. His feet couldn’t run any faster but he still tried to speed up so he could finally discover his new possession.

Reaching his room, falling onto his bed and closing the drapes with a small spell he tried to open it. The Envelope seemed to be stuck and as he grew more and more impatient he notice a small sentence on the back of the envelope. ,Do not open until it’s Christmas Day.“ A deep sigh left his throat. It was casted with an spell. Torture! Making him all tensed up and then making him wait another 48 hours! How would he even be able to wait until then? Unsatisfied he closed his eyes.

To his surprise the time until Christmas went by fast. He couldn’t stop thinking about the Envelope he got. The whole Train ride long, the whole time he had to spent with his parents while eating dinner together or just in general he could get his mind to think of something positive. It was exciting. He had no doubt anymore that anyone would prank him. A tingle spread through his whole body as he finally sat down on his bed, laying his book aside, and finally carefully tearing open the envelope. He was slightly shaking as his eyes carefully watched the Christmas card. It was draped in glitter and colourful pictures. The card was as cheesy as could be- but he loved it. He never had gotten a Christmas card himself before. Also it was rare to receive anything at all. So this was better than anything he had ever gotten. He was sure about that. Almost forgetting that there was a Text inside of the Card he eased his eyes from the glittery pictures and finally got to read the writing.

,,Dear Severus, from the bottom of my heart I wish you a Merry Christmas. I hope you’ll get the best presents this year and have the best holidays as possible. This Card is a reminder that there’s someone appreciating you. Don’t care about that Potter Dunderhead and his idiot friends they’re not worth it and just jealous of you. Sometimes I am too because I’ve never met someone intelligent as you are. Maybe, I really hope so, next year on Christmas I can call you a friend of mine. Again, Merry Christmas, Severus. And a happy new year.

x’

He admired the beautiful handwriting before realising what all those words meant. All that made his teeny tiny heart flatter. There was someone he didn’t knew that was liking him? Someone who cared? A smile formed on his face. Banning his sorrow and just leaving a shimmer of hope. He couldn’t hear his parents shout to each other anymore, he couldn’t feel the cold of his room creeping into his skin, the darkness from the outside didn’t bother him anymore and he forgot anything bad that had happened this school year. It all didn’t matter because there was someone thinking about him.

Merlin, This was the best Christmas ever.

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