#sirius black and I share the same birthday and i can't

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Knives and the House of Black

You know who loves knives? Members of the Black family, that's who. In my newer writings, I've been exploring knives and what they can do for the Black family. This is based in canon - Bellatrix has her handy dagger, which kills Dobby and wounds Hermione (and who knows who else), and Sirius gifts Harry a knife that can open doors (until the blade is destroyed). Personally I love the idea of the Black family having a love affair with knives.

In my micro fic for the @ladiesofhpfest's mini yesterday in honor of Bellatrix Black Lestrange, I introduced a tradition of Black family witches and wizards getting knives on their 13th birthdays. This tradition came out of the world building I'm doing in my Tedromeda/Remadora AU, Supernova. I've pre-written a good bit of the work, which includes some knife head canons. I'm happy to share them here, and if you're reading Supernova, you'll see how they all fit into the story as it goes on.

HCs for Black family knives:

Knives are goblin-wrought and imbued with a ton of familial magic. Droplets of Black family blood are folded into the silver to create a particular blood magic that prevents Black family members from harming each other with their knives. The blade dulls if it touches another family member.

How related do you have to be? The magic holds with concentration, so once you get past grandparents, it's lethal. E.g. Scorpius Malfoy and Teddy Lupin couldn't hurt each other because their grandmothers were Blacks, but their children could hack each other apart if they wanted to. This also means that Black family members' spouses are fair game - e.g. Bellatrix can play with Rodolphus as much as she likes (and she really likes).

The knives have magic of their own: when they're 13, the knives have the basic Black family magic, but when they turn 17, the knives have gotten to know their owner enough that a new, unique type of magic is revealed. (See below for each of their magics!)

The knife *always* returns to its owner unless its magic is modified or the owner is deceased. If the knife is stolen or lost, it'll come back the next day.

Black family witches wear their knives around their thighs. The holsters are lightweight and barely noticeable. The holster is made of leather and the blade cleans itself within. Black family wizards keep them on their arms or in their pockets. The witches usually get daggers and the wizards usually get pocketknives. Either way, they're self-cleaning so they don't have to worry about dirty blood on their bodies.

The Black family magic can't be taken away, even if someone is disowned.

The knives are long enough to pierce the heart, or can be extended to do so.

The witches' daggers tend to be very ornate looking, with flowers, stars, or other patterns engraved in the handles. They're innocent looking until you're being stabbed and losing consciousness. Yay!

The wizards' knives are handsome and practical-looking. They look like ordinary pocketknives most of the time until you realize that they're about to shank you.

Now, for specific HCs on what the knives can do for each family member when they turn 17 (this is an incomplete list - it's what I have so far for Supernova, which is mostly centered on the Black family witches):

Walburga: her knife BURNS. If she's stabbing you with her dagger, it's going to scorch your skin and make your blood boil. Ouch.

Orion: his pocketknife is Walburga's opposite. It freezes, so imagine getting stabbed in the heart and then having your heart grow cold at the same time. Goodbye life.

Alphard: his pocketknife is a dual-purpose compass. It can give him directions as needed, but also points to what he most desires (think Jack Sparrow's special compass).

Cygnus: his knife temporarily blinds its victim. Not only can he stab you, but you'll be blinded for a hot minute, which makes it hard to escape.

Bellatrix: her knife ALWAYS leaves a mark. She can carve whatever she wants into whoever she wants. That scar is never going away.

Andromeda: her knife doubles as an escape. She can swish it around and create a quick bubble with which she can Apparate away as needed.

Narcissa: her knife changes shape according to her wish. This is useful with potions, but extra useful if she wants to inflict maximum damage on someone by using a serrated blade.

Sirius: his knife is the pocketknife that opens any door. He's clever enough to change the magic on it so he can gift it to Harry, because he's had enough of his family and Harry has more use for it now.

Regulus: his knife becomes invisible to anyone but him. It's an excellent way of being able to sneakily attack someone. You think he's going in for a hug or a handshake and boom, bye-bye life.

Nymphadora/Dora: this is particular to Supernova, my story, as she's being raised under different circumstances. Her dagger will heal her. When she runs her blade against a wound on her body (and her body alone) it will seal itself.

It's all fun, games, and knives, until one of them is fucking you up with their knife and having a fabulous time doing so.

#the black family #nymphadora tonks #regulus black #sirius black #narcissa black #andromeda black #bellatrix black #orion black #cygnus black #alphard black #walburga black #the marauders #marauders era #knives #the black sisters #hp fandom #my headcanons

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The Marauders Era as songs by Conan Gray

Heather is ATYD Remus to Sirius (while he was with Mary) and about how much he hates himself for liking Sirius, who at the time he was convinced was straight.

Family Line is about the Black Family - specifically from Sirius or Regulus' perspective. There are so many lines that leave this impression upon me, however the main part of the song that draws me to this conclusion is the bridge: "All that I did to try to undo it, all of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid, but I wasn't clueless. (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name but (We are not the same, same)".

Fight or Flight is either an ATYD wolfstar song or a jegulus song ("I'd rather die than have to cry in front of you" feels like something Remus would say to Sirius, and "I'd rather lie than tell you I'm love with you" is Regulus to James).

Comfort Crowd is a Remus Lupin song; specifically about how he bottles up his emotions until he reaches breaking point, and how being around his friends (i.e. Lily and the Marauders) gives him comfort because for a while he forgets about the things that make him different to everyone else - such as being a werewolf.

The Story feels like a canonically accurate telling of the Marauders Era (not that anyone in this fandom takes any notice of staying with canonical boundaries). It tells the story of jily and wolfstar from a canonical standpoint, and it is quite frankly heartbreaking.

Wish You Were Sober is ATYD wolfstar once again (specifically during 'Fifth Year: Sweet Sixteen' or 'Fourth Year: March'). 'Fourth Year: March' because whilst drunk tells Remus "But you, like… are , magic, y’know?" This instance is reminiscent of the line, "Real sweet, but I wish you were sober". 'Fifth Year: Sweet Sixteen' because they had their first kiss at Remus' birthday party, after both of them had had a few drinks; this scene is wholeheartedly summed up by this song.

Memories and Astronomy are both about jegulus. Memories is purely a jegulus song for the second pre-chorus: "So, there's no good reason in make believin' that we could ever exist again. I can't be your friend, can't be your lover. Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love, with somebody other than me." This part of the song is most definitely Regulus to James - having doubts about their relationship and feeling afraid that he is holding James back from being with Lily. Astronomy is most definitely a jegulus song for numerous reasons, two being that Regulus is named after stars and many of the lyrics describe them and their relationship (i.e. "As much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart").

Crush Culture is ATYD Remus during the Great Snogging Race. Remus didn't know that he was gay at the time and therefore could not place why he wasn't interested in kissing girls like Sirius and James were. This is encapsulated by a few lines from the song - "I don't want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating, just let me be sad and lonely" and "Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out".

#jegulus #wolfstar #atyd wolfstar #atyd remus #atyd #atyd reference #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #conan gray #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus loves sirius #atyd sirius #sirius being sirius #sirius and regulus #regulus being regulus #james being james #sirius loves remus #remus being remus

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(so while i have my own thoughts about the bump in sirius's nose which has been a very long standing hc of mine facially/physically, @lunapwrites posted something along the lines of "harry did it" and....here we are. ((mostly nonsense)).

also for @impishtubist who needed some pilates cleansing sirius & harry content, and also thanks to @femme--de--lettres who tolerated me being a fucking tyrant and delegating fanfiction prompts so this could happen peacefully)

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Until Harry, until tiny, messy-black-haired, little fingered, loud squealing, Harry James Potter came into the world Sirius hadn't ever been around a baby.

His brother, but Sirius was only just over a year when his brother was this tiny (and Sirius wasn't actually sure his brother was ever this tiny). Same with his cousins baby. Nymphadora with her brown hair that turned pink when Sirius held her for the first time--the only time, really.

Harry was the first, and Harry was perfect, Sirius leaving his quiet tiny flat he shared with Remus and visiting James more and more after Harry was born.

Something happy in the middle of the war.

Something to focus on that wasn't his relationship teetering on edge of failure or the missions he left on at night that left him with unshakable paranoia and fear he couldn't admit to anyone out loud, shrugging it all off. Easy smile, straight spine, nothing to it, even though the last mission left him with a sort-of burn on his shoulder he hadn't figured out and was too stubborn to go to St. Mungos for. The same burn he was trying to avoid resting on as he laid on the floor of James and Lily's sitting room.

Babies liked the floor, Sirius realized. Or rather, they liked it when grown-ups were on the floor, Harry taking immense joy in sitting and waving his arms, occasionally hitting Sirius in the stomach or on his knee cap with a ball or a plastic noise-maker. The Potters floor was littered with baby toys these days, and every night before Sirius left, he picked it up.

The least he could do, really, when his best friends had given him the best gift.

James was across from him grinning ear to ear, "Look at that balance," he said reaching an arm forward to poke his infant in the side, Harry letting out a loud squeal of delight as he moved to look back at his Dad. Sirius extended his arm to make sure Harry didn't topple backward entirely (like he had a few times before) and hit his head on the floor, "Can't wait until he's big enough to fly..."

"What, like a few months right? He's almost a year."

James's eyes went wide and Harry laughed, crawling over to his father to poke at his face.

Harry loved to touch faces too, and every time James had to dodge a tiny finger from snatching the glasses off his face, or from going up his nose, Sirius had to resist the urge to say like father like son. James was 21 and had done the same thing for years. Sirius had lost track of the birthdays and Christmas's and cold Wednesday nights and bright Friday mornings that James would put his hands on Sirius's face, or else poke at cheekbones or brush hair out of eyes. It had been that way since 11. Sirius wasn't surprised that tiny Harry had picked up on it quickly as well.

"A year? Are you mental? Lily tripped up the front path yesterday evening--"

"Excuse me!"

"Love you so much, dear," James said and Sirius laughed a little, hearing Lily's obvious huff from the bedroom, at the indignity of her clumsiness being mentioned, "And you know I broke a finger at least once a week playing. He'll be an athlete, of course, I wouldn't deprive him, but he's not getting on a broom until he's at least--"

"One and one-sixteenth?"

"What's that like one and a day?"

"Daft," Sirius shook his head and James rolled his eyes.

"I was going to say one and a half, but you were mean so I'll say three."

"That's not happening, he'll get one for his birthday."

"He's my kid, my r--"

"Bite your tongue, he's our kid," Sirius gasped, reaching forward to pluck Harry away from James and lifting him up into the air, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder as he did so. Harry giggled loudly, a plastic ring in his fingers.

"Do I get any credit for this or...." Lily's voice trailed down the hallway and Sirius laughed again, setting Harry down on the floor in front of him. Harry didn't waste any time moving towards Sirius's face, hand grabbing Sirius's lower lip, green eyes bright and curious. Tiny, perfect, Harry James Potter.

"Do you have an opinion on Quidditch?" James called back.

"Not in the house and he's lucky his mother is going to be a Healer one of these days!" Harry immediately started giggling again, his hands waving frantically

"See?" Sirius said, "Lils--" Sirius was cut off by a powerful infant fist to the face, his nose specifically, that was holding the plastic toy. Just enough impact. Just the right angle and Sirius's eyes started watering. It was a tiny crack, but Sirius had heard it.

"Son of a--"

"Infant in the room! Watch your mouth! Infant in the--" James exclaimed, pulling Harry away from Sirius, the baby oblivious to what had just occurred, only finding it hysterical that Sirius now had a hand over his face, and was sitting up with messy hair after having been on the floor.

"Your kid just broke my nose!"

James also found it hysterical, even as he stood up with Sirius so they could go to the kitchen. Had it not been so tragic, it might have been Sirius's favorite sound in the world--James and Harry laughing together, matching sort of giggles one just a few octaves lower.

"Lily! We might--" James attempted to catch his breath, "need your assistance!"

--

Sirius stared at his reflection in the mirror of his bedroom at Number 12. He had never bothered to fix the break properly himself after Lily had mended it. At the time, it was because Sirius's face was finally his own, after years of searching for invisible inconsistencies between himself and his ancestors.

At fourteen he looked for freckles on his face that might have been too big or too dark--but they weren't, the one below his left eye in the same place his Grandfathers had been.

At sixteen he had hoped his facial hair would grow in rough and patchy, but it didn't, the pattern identical to his fathers, and his uncles and all the men who had posed stoically for portraits that lined the halls of Number 12.

His eyes, his cheekbones, his lips were from his mother.

His jawline, his skin tone, his dark, dark hair were from his father.

His nose.

Bumped, and bent and crooked...that belonged to Sirius.

It was the first present his godson had ever given him.

Sirius threw his hair up into a knot before walking out of his bedroom and tiptoeing downstairs, hoping Harry was still asleep-- he was fourteen after all and it was holiday--and Sirius would have time to prepare breakfast, all of Harry's favorites, looking forward to another day that was just theirs.

"What's all this, babe?" Sirius asked, when he got to the kitchen and noticed a plate of pancakes already on the table. Placemats were set, even. Harry turned around from his spot at the stove, smiling hesitantly.

"A...surprise?"

"It's not my birthday, I think I already had one of those."

"Think?"

"Could be wrong."

Harry rolled his eyes but turned back to the stove, Sirius stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the shoulders of his godson, chin resting on top of his head.

Still tiny Harry James Potter, even if Sirius had lost him for twelve years. He was here now.

"I just wanted to say...thanks? I guess? Is that okay?"

"That's very nice of you, Harry," Sirius told him and Harry turned his head so he could look at Sirius's face.

Harry still did that too. And Sirius was thankful a broken nose wasn't the only gift he had ever gotten from his godson.

Because now Harry was here.

Told you he was my kid too, James.

#sirius black #harry potter #raising harry #and the bump in sirius's nose

[loosesodamarble]

The Future Faust Family

In a past Nacsele post, I hinted at a part of Nacht and Josele's future, namely their children.

Nacht and Josele have a nice big family composed of them, the Bremen devils, and then five children.

And I shall introduce you to Nacht and Josele's biological children: Dawn, Dusk, Sirius, Merel, and Vivian.

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Dawn Faust

Her middle name is Aurelia which means “golden.” Her nickname, mostly used by Nacht, is "Sparkle."

Age: 18 (elder between Dusk and herself)

Birthday: September 30

Magic Attribute: Light. Strangely, instead of a golden glow like sunlight, Dawn's light shines a silvery-white, like moonlight.

Appearance: Brown hair like Josele, blue eyes like Nacht. Dawn grows out her hair and wears it in the same ponytail style as her father's. She's often wearing a smile but her gentle appearance is offset by sharp, naturally glaring eyes.

Personality: Dawn is a diligent, courageous, and spirited child. She acts before she thinks more often than not, letting her heart guide her decisions in life. She loves people in a very general sense, similar to her mother, seeing the inherent value in each human live but doesn't really care for the opinions of others (outside of her immediate family and friends). She wants to live up to the example of Morgen because of their shared magic, even though she's never met him. As such, she's always eager to help others but admits to knowing that she can't help everyone. This is especially true for her since while she's physically capable, she has trouble aiding others on an emotional level. Dawn is incredibly protective towards her siblings and friends and hates seeing them insulted. Though she's not above some light teasing. She's stubborn, wanting to see whatever she does to the very end and adamantly sticking to her beliefs. Dense as rocks in some things, especially romance. As hard as she works, she knows how to have just as much fun. She has trouble showing vulnerability since she wants to be strong for the sake of those around her.

Something peculiar about Dawn is that she doesn't bleed when she's cut. She can play off paper cuts and light scrapes but she was once punctured in the torso by a spell and didn't bleed out even when the magic weapon faded into mana.

Dawn bonds with Gimodelo as a child. She is the oldest child and Gimodelo is the, seeming, leader of the Bremen devils. They are friendly and playful individuals too.

Dawn's best friend in the world is Caelum Roulacase, they've been together since they were babies honestly. Though they can't see each other often, Dawn is very close with her cousin Harmonia. She's also friendly with Patry's eldest Avery. She admires Morgen, Noelle, Charlotte, and Mereoleona.

Dawn ends up joining the Blue Rose Knights.

Dawn has a preference for sour foods like Josele does.

Dusk Faust

Dusk’s middle name is Argentio which is derived from “argentum” meaning “silver.” His nickname, mostly used by Josele, is "Little Shadow."

Age: 18 (younger between Dawn and himself)

Birthday: September 30

Magic Attribute: Shadow. Dusk is talented at making constructs with his magic.

Appearance: Black hair and blue eyes like Nacht. Dusk also grows out his hair but wears it in a low braid. He's almost the spitting image of his father except his features are softer and his default expression is a faint smile. Because of that, he looks a little more like Morgen.

Personality: Dusk is a quiet, lonely person. He comes off as aloof or cold to most people but the truth is that he's terribly anxious and shy individual. He struggles with an inferiority complex, having a pitifully low opinion of himself and comparing himself to his siblings and his peers. Because of his own low self-esteem and having grown up hearing people speak ill of his family, Dusk constantly worries about others' opinions of him and fears being hated by those around him. He has trouble being around a large crowds or people he is unfamiliar with so it he finds himself in a crowd of total strangers, he will likely panic. The times when Dusk is the loudest is when he's having a breakdown. Despite his anxieties, Dusk is someone determined to grow and try his best. Can easily get lost in his thoughts since he's so often alone, usually his own doing. He tries his best to be unnoticed, not causing trouble but not doing anything outstanding. Dusk is kind-hearted and selfless, always wanting to put others before himself, and prefers helping people from the shadows to avoid getting attention for his deeds.

Something peculiar about Dusk is that his eyes don't appear to reflect any light. Even when his own twin's magic is use in front of him, none of it reaches Dusk's eyes. Most peculiar of all is that his eyesight is near perfect. The glasses that Dusk wears aren't for his eyesight; he actually wears them hoping they make it hard to see his lightless eyes. He eventually gets a magic pair of glasses that create the illusion of there being light in his eyes.

The Bremen devil that Dusk bonds with as a child is Plumede. Dusk is quiet and reclusive, much like a cat. It's hard to tell what he's thinking but when you get to know him, you see his subtle signs of affection, again like a cat.

Dusk's favorite person is Josele. Outside of the family, he's close to Saki and Silver, having bonded over all of them being introverted. Some adults he's close with are Gauche, Grey, and Nero. He admires Morgen and Fuegoleon.

For his future, I see him being a Magic Knight in the Crimson Lion Kings and posing as a wandering mage to conduct unofficial business. He also does jobs for civilians on commission.

A strong sweet tooth just like his father and uncle.

Sirius Faust

His name means "glowing" or "scorching." His nickname is "Sir," pronounced as "Seer."

Age: 14

Birthday: December 31

Magic Attribute: Dream. An innate ability from Sirius' magic is the ability to know a person's greatest hope/dream.

Appearance: Brown hair and eyes like Josele. He keeps his hair short and doesn't style it so it tends to look messy/shaggy (in a similar vein as Luck or Gauche's hair). He's got very soft eyes so it's hard for him to look angry or intimidating.

Personality: Sirius is a laid back and friendly boy. His calm demeanor makes him easily approachable for others and he can get along with just about anyone. Even from a young age, he shows a great deal of thoughtfulness towards others and is always willing to lend an ear. He's a detail-oriented person and pays close attention to what he sees and hears. As a result, he picks up on people's habits and tics. Since he's so thoughtful, Sirius has a habit of overthinking things, especially when he's trying to help others. Thankfully, his thoughts don't usually result in anxiety but rather tangents of thought. Sirius might try to be energetic like Dawn or Merel but he can't ever keep up with his sister's energy. He lacks some confidence in his abilities but even when he's unsure, he's typically willing to give things a try. While he doesn't seek praise, he becomes rather giddy when he's recognized for his efforts.

Something peculiar about Sirius is that he has been growing white hairs since birth. As a little kid, it was sparse enough that his normal hair covered more of it but it only becomes more prominent the older he grows.

Sirius' friend among the Bremen devils is Slotos. Slotos seems to be quiet and laid back. Despite his magic attribute, Sirius is a grounded person which Slotos' sturdy armor ability would reflect.

Outside of the family, Sirius is close with the Adlai children and Kohaku. He admires Dorothy and practices his magic with her.

I don't see Sirius becoming a Magic Knights but instead becoming a therapist and using his Dream Magic to give patients a means to explore their own minds.

Sirius surprisingly likes bitter foods, especially black coffee.

Merel Faust

Her name means "black bird" and her nickname is "Merry."

Age: 14

Birthday: January 1. Sirius jokes that he's a "year" older than Merel.

Magic Attribute: Nightmare. One of her innate abilities thanks to her magic is always knowing a person's greatest fear/nightmare.

Appearance: The middle ground of her parents' appearances with dark brown hair and green eyes. She gets her hair styled in low, unbraided pigtails. When she's older, she bleaches parts of her hair to match Sirius. Like her brothers, Merel has gentle eyes. She can either be seen smiling or frowning because of something scary.

Personality: Merel is a very bubbly, upbeat, and outgoing child. She loves being around other people and wants to make lots of friends in life. Making people happy makes Merel happy. She's one of the most forgiving people around. She does her best to keep looking on the bright side of things. Merel is so stubborn about optimism that sometimes, she'll flat out ignore the bad things around her to keep her hopes up until she can no longer avoid negativity. Very affectionate, verbally and physically, especially with her family and lovingly clings to them. Another reason Merel clings to other is because she gets scared and stressed easily, so she seeks safety with her loved ones. Her fears are made worse by her magic. She dislikes her Nightmare Magic, with how dark and ominous it is. When she gets in a bad mood, which doesn't happen often, it tends to stick around for a while.

Something peculiar about Merel is that she is icy cold to the touch. Nothing seems to make her body warm up though. However, she's never complained about being cold.

Merel bonds with Walgner during childhood. Walgner's ability is voice-based and Merel is a bit of a crybaby, so she cries out a lot. Not only that, but Merel's name connects them.

Outside of the family, Merel is close with Nero, Asta, Mereoleona. Her very best friends are Leoray, Clara, Clover, and Amarielle. She admires Rill, Mimosa, and Noelle.

In the future, Merel becomes a Magic Knight in the Aqua Deer squad.

She bleaches a part of her hair to match Sirius when she gets older.

Merel likes spicy foods and the family jokes that it's the cause of her nightmares.

Vivian Faust

Her name means "alive" and her nickname is Vivi.

Age: 12

Birthday: March 21

Magic Attribute: Emotion

Appearance: Black hair like Nacht, brown eyes like Josele. When she's old enough and her hair is long enough, her preferred hairstyle is a braid worn over her shoulder. Like Dawn, she has naturally glaring eyes and she has a blank, neutral expression as her default.

Personality: Vivian appears to be dour and boring due to her usual blank expression. However, her emotions are actually quite strong, she simply doesn't emote very well, small smiles and frowns are typical with her. As calm and quiet as she is, that doesn't stop her from being emotionally driven. Her feelings tend to show in her actions as she acts/speaks on impulse when worked up, even if it doesn't show. Though (secretly) emotional, she's still a put together and intelligent girl. In day-to-day life, she observes more than she acts. She tends to speak with excessive formality and unnecessarily large words, and no one really knows why. Vivian is incredibly kindhearted like the rest of her family, and she tends to gravitate to people in order to help them. Another thing about her is her curiosity and awe with the world; she loves to explore. She doesn't care to learn the minute details and intricacies of things though, simply values an experience or encounter at its base level. Despite being the youngest, she actually doesn't like being doted upon and strives for independence.

Something peculiar about Vivian is that she doesn't seem to breath or have a heartbeat. It's been confirmed that her heartbeat is there and quite strong, but for whatever reason it's undetectable without the use of magic.

Vivian doesn't bond with any of the Bremen devils but regular wild animals are very drawn to her. No one really knows what it is, but Vivian is very in tune with nature and animals in specific.

Outside of the family, Vivian is close with William, Finral, Finesse, and Charlotte. Despite being a few years apart, she's very friendly with Raphael. She has a precocious crush on Alistar but knows nothing will come of it. She admires her parents and siblings.

Vivian doesn't become a Magic Knight in the future. I see her traveling to the Witches' Forest to reconnect with her family's roots. Perhaps there's something in the Witches' Forest that can teach her more about her magic. After mastering it, she'd be a wandering mage, exploring and documenting unusual phenomena. She wants to see the beauty of the world in its rawest forms. Of course she helps the people she crosses paths with and always returns to her family.

Vivian prefers foods that are salty in flavor.

#black clover #nacht faust #josele canty #black clover oc #nacsele #dawn faust #dusk faust #sirius faust #merel faust #vivian faust #soda's ocs #next gen ocs #i might change which canon characters the children are close to in the future #but i wanted to give an idea of the kind of people the children would be drawn to #the picrews are a little inaccurate like Dawn's eyes should look sharper #and Merel's hair ought to be a darker shade of brown #but the limitations of picrews #edit: i switched around merel and vivian's peculiarities. For reasons...

[sirisuorionblack]

Hiii! I'm so happy your requests are open! I just found out you're Desi too and I was wondering if you could write a Sirius Black × Desi reader. Maybe like she and James are close or something cause they're both brown and James being protective of her. No pressure I totally understand if you don't want to tho

A beautiful birthday gift

Sirius Black x Desi!Fem!Reader

Summary - Diwali had been something that Sirius knew nothing of and the one you always looked for but when it clashes with Sirius' birthday, you have the best gift planned.

Warnings - mentions of fireworks, tears (?) and yeah...yeah...

A/N Ooookkkaaayyy!!! So many things to say! First of all! Thank you soo much for requesting!! Second: I wrote this from Sirius' POV, so it was actually fun to interpret things that were something common in the eyes of a foreigner. And I genuinely wanted James and Sirius to wear dhotis (because I am a South Indian and we don't wear kurtas) but yeah, they are wearing kurtas due to reasons~. This was kinda messy and long and kinda a lot. But yus!

The morning was hectic in the Potters’ household as Sirius slowly stumbled into the living room. Mrs Potter sat at the dining table, working away with flour and jars of spices and liquified butter by her side while Mr Potter tried to help her. Sirius chuckled as he watched her slap her husband’s hands away from the raw delicacies on the table.

“Quit staring, mate,” James said, patting Sirius in the back as he pushed past him, “You’ll get your romantic moments one day too.”

“And that day is probably very far,” You said, walking past him and Sirius felt like he had been caught in an all too slow whirlwind as he stared at you. Your beauty would give Aphrodite a run for her money, your smile would brighten up his days and your eyes. Oh, your eyes that were the deepest shade of brown but turning a little lighter as the sunlight blinded you, pulling Sirius into a pitless end that he happily wished to memorise. He would have sighed.

“I said, quit staring,” James hissed and jabbed him in the ribs, “And she has never been more right in her life.”

“I’m always right,” You scowled at him.

James scoffed, “Of course, always,” he rolled his eyes, receiving a stamp to his feet that soothed Sirius’ aching ribs.

“What's going on there?” Sirius could hear Euphemia call and James answer her but it felt like a distant hum as you stared at him. He was in love and he knew it. Perhaps, not love but he knew what he felt for you was not the same way as James did. James would gladly spend his day if you were not there but it would be the worst day of Sirius’ life. James would not mind sitting between his mother and best friend but Sirius would be disappointed if he did not sit next to you. James didn't mind when your attention drifted from him but Sirius would fiercely despise whatever stole your attention from him.

"Sirius, which one looks better?" You weighed two sets of glass bangles in each hand, one glimmering as the light reflected off the stunning stones on the deep blue bangles and the other covered with shiny glitter that almost hid the entire deep pink surface.

"Uh," Sirius swayed his finger from one set to another before suggesting, "The blue?"

"Alright! Thanks!" You rushed back to your room, leaving Sirius to gawk after you.

"I swear, Sirius Black," James rolled his eyes from next to his mother, "If you keep staring at people and be useless, I'll punch those pearly whites right out."

"Oh, come on, Potter," Sirius smirked as he sauntered to the dining table, "You can't touch me."

"Is that a challenge?" James asked, narrowing his eyes, mockingly.

"Of course," Mrs Potter glared at the two of them, "That better be a challenge, it has after all been a really long time since I've used my rolling pin."

“Sorry,” James returned to his task, wide-eyed.

Time slipped through his fingers as Sirius gaped at Mr Potter sharing stories of his childhood. It was the first time Sirius had spent the winter break with the Potters after he received a glorious letter from his mother rather politely asking him not to be seen anywhere near the Grimmauld Place to hold up her lies that her eldest son had been sent away to practice whatever that he was supposed to.

It was November and an ignorant voice inside Sirius said that the delicacies made were for his birthday which Mr Potter immediately crushed by announcing that it was a famous festival to be celebrated with fireworks and earthen lamps. Sirius had almost zoned out half of what Mr Potter had to say as his mind glid to the idea of having possession of such marvellous firecrackers and you. He wondered how you would look with your beautiful dress and gleaming jewels. Divine, certainly. You never failed to look anything less than that.

Soon, the clock ticked 5 and Mrs Potter did not waste time to usher them to their rooms after thrusting a couple of packages into Sirius and James’ hands.

“What in merlin’s name-?” Sirius’ jaw dropped to the ground as James turned around in his fresh attire, his arms spread wide with a smirk adorning his lips. This was not the James he was used to. That boy was messy, his shirt always having a patch of dirt and his trousers never not crumpled but the boy before him was different. James looked flaunting in his black shirt that extended till his knees, studded with golden buttons and sleeves rolled to his elbow.

“You think this is a shirt, don't you?” James asked, glaring at him or probably at the unopened package in his hand.

“Is that not what it is?” Sirius asked, fiddling with the thread that held the package closed, “It does look like an elongated shirt.”

“I mean-” James frowned, “Well, it is called a kurta but I presume you are not wrong,” he sighed as if Sirius had made him question something he shouldn't before shaking his head, “Just get ready sooner or mum will whip our asses with that wretched rolling pin of hers.”

“She wouldn't exactly, would she?” Sirius asked, feeling almost stupid as he spoke out loud.

“Of course, she wouldn't! But she likes to use to keep us under check,” James ran a hand through his unruly hair in a futile attempt to brush it down, “It works magnificently.”

“Do I have the same dress?” Sirius stared at the package in his hand, trailing the creases on it with his wand.

“Probably,” James shrugged, “And if yes, then I want you to stay as far away from your dear girl as possible. I don't want any nieces or nephews running around just yet.”

“What the-?” Sirius cursed, his attention perking up as heat rushed to his cheeks. He probably glowed red.

“Don't get your hopes high, mate,” James chuckled, catching the pillow Sirius threw at him with little to no effort, “I am talking about her. I swear on Merlin’s stinky underpants that she looks like a goddess in that dress of hers. Besides, I didn't even tell who “your dear girl” was,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“James Potter, you are so close to being hexed till you can do nothing,” Sirius threatened, hoping his bright cheeks would not tamper with his ferociousness, “And you don't have to tell her name, you always insinuate the same person. Moreover, who else other than her is going to be “my dear girl”?!”

“Whatever your save is, mate,” James waved a dismissive hand with a roll of his eyes before turning serious, “I don't want you doing any of your usual ruckuses with her. Nothing at all.”

“What usual ruckuses-” Realisation hit Sirius like a brick to his head, falling to his heart at the thought of his best friend thinking such of him but he knew it was not James’ fault. It was a reputation he built for himself. “Oh, James, really?”

“Yes, Sirius, really,” James said, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don't want you doing any of your shenanigans with her, alright? She is almost like my sister.”

Sirius sighed. There was no win for him in this situation. He had to promise James that he would not try to bed you which, assuredly, leads to unimaginable torture from not just James but Peter, Remus and Regulus too. But why should he guarantee James? Did he like you? Of course, he did but would he go any limits to get to you? Sirius didn't know but this promise was something genuine and his instinct forced him to reassure his dear best friend.

“I don't wish to do anything with her, James,” Sirius stated, firmly. Perhaps, not anything. He still hoped to hold your hand when they brushed against each other while walking side by side. He still wanted to hug you close to his chest and smile into your hair a little longer. He still desired to hear you speak late into the night and fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. Sirius would never not crave to see the shine in your beautiful eyes as you threw your head back, beaming with laughter.

“Alright,” James sighed, before sniffing the air, “You get ready and I’ll go sneak us something.”

Sitting alone in the silence of the room, Sirius slowly pulled away the strings of the package to find a letter, a tiny box and the same black kurta as James.

Dear Sirius,

Happy birthday, son! We know its tough for you at the moment but remember: we will always be there for you when you need us the most. James and us. Now, since you are turning 16, and it's on the glorious day of Diwali, don't think we forgot your birthday. There are more surprises waiting for you!

Love,

Mr and Mrs Potter.

Teardrops fell on the letter, smudging the ink on the parchment as Sirius held the letter close to his heart, before reaching into his pocket to retrieve another letter in a similar condition from his brother that he had received early in the morning. It was as if Reggie had charmed the letter to echo “I love you” in his brother’s voice whenever Sirius touched the letter.

The smile on Mr and Mrs Potter’s face was utterly genuine that made Sirius stumble the staircase as he descended in the beautiful clothes that showed off every visible inch of him in the shining lights of the earthen lamps lit around the living room, the watch around his wrist glimmering.

“What the hell?” James said, his mouth stuffed with food, “Why does he look better than me in this?”

“Because he is genuinely handsome,” You said from beside him and at that moment Sirius was afraid he would collapse to his knees at your striking beauty. The blue blouse studded with tiny gold specks gleamed as the lights glowed beneath you as your deep blue skirt graced the floor and Sirius wanted nothing more than to spin you around and watch them flare out in a spectacular formation. Your hair was knotted neatly, falling over one side of your shoulder as a couple of curly strands framed your face, and your earrings that resembled an umbrella touched the deep pink shawl bordered with gold, draped over your other shoulder. Something sparkled catching Sirius’ eyes and his heart bloomed with knowledge of the bangles he had chosen and the various rings adorning your fingers.

“Oh, Merlin,” James groaned, “Will you two stop staring at each other?”

“Shut up,” You slapped his arm but seemed to shake yourself slightly, trying to break out of a trance while Sirius didn't even attempt to. He was perfectly content to be drowning in your beauty.

“Alright, kids, enough of those and go get the firecrackers,” Mrs Potter said, as she pulled her husband after her.

“I’ll go get them,” James offered, patting your arm, “And leave you two lovebirds alone,” he winked at Sirius and murmured something fast in your ears and Sirius could make out strange and unnecessary words like “path”, “room”, “interest” and the only word he knew in your language “no”. Sirius, however, knew your response extremely well as you silently cursed at James till he ran for life. The only good Sirius ever received out of having bilingual best friends were the curses and he was glad for it.

Sirius had wanted James to leave as early as possible but only after his best friend was out of his sight did he wish to have a boost of confidence by his side.

“So, uhm,” Sirius wrung his hands together, twisting the ring on his finger, “You look absolutely stunning.” He cursed himself for sounding so breathless.

“Thank you,” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn't think you’d look so wonderful in your kurta. I mean like I did know that you’d look handsome but I didn't know-” you sighed, “Oh, forget it. You look beautiful too.”

Sirius laughed with the realisation that he was in love. He had never craved to hear someone call him beautiful, he knew it as if it was a universal truth but hearing it from your lips made him yearn for more.

James groaned as he returned just when Sirius’ laughter died down, leaving the two of you wrapped in awkward silence.

“How are you going to live together if you cant manage a conversation for two minutes?” James scolded, his hands placed on either side of his hips, “Like, I’m disappointed in you both,” He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Quit being dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, “And go get the firecrackers before your mum comes.”

“And what are you going to do, your highness?” James asked.

“Queens don't work, Potter,” You smirked, doing an elaborate action of teasing James before you turned to Sirius waving your hand, “Bye, Sirius. Take care of some atrocious shits around here.”

“He is the shit,” James cursed, but Sirius was too caught in the wave of your hand. He had just noticed the beautiful designs on them, as dark as your eyes.

“It’s called henna,” James slapped Sirius on the back of his head as he dragged him to the basement, “It's like a temporary tattoo.”

“Was that what they were doing yesterday? Your mum fed her. Was that why?” Sirius asked, remembering watching you with Mrs Potter last evening, and he had been too indulged in your smile to notice your hands.

“Yep,” James said, bitterly, “She only feeds me if I break my right hand, not even left.”

Sirius caught the package of firecrackers James threw at him and trekked their way up, “You could have gotten the henna too.”

James looked at him, impressed, “You are turning brilliant as the day goes by, pads. I'm proud of you.”

“You are an asshole, Potter,” Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“And you love assholes.”

“Finally, you boys are back,” Mrs Potter guided them to the front porch of the Potter’s Manor where dozens of earthen lamps had been lit in perfect shapes and designs. Whatever it was that controlled Sirius’ life had decided that he would be so close to kneeling to goddesses multiple times a day.

You sat between a round of lit lamps, lighting the one in the middle with a candle. Strands of hair fell to your face and Sirius had never felt an urge so strong to push them away from your beautiful eyes where he could see the flames dancing. You looked beyond beautiful.

“Here,” Mrs Potter handed Sirius a firecracker and then to James, “We’ll burst the rest later, James. Patience.”

“How later?” James asked, twisting the metallic end of the stick studded with shining, tiny crystals of grey.

“Later enough for you to combust with it,” you said, joining Sirius' side with a stick of your own, clutching between your fingers.

And soon “later” came along and Sirius was astonished as with a flick Mrs Potter’s wand the earthen lamps disappeared to thing air, lining neatly back in the living room as James rushed to place tiny cone-like things one by one at equal distances.

James passed him a new stick, this one resembling exactly that of a matchstick but much longer and he knew exactly what he needed for it but James felt the necessity to show him what use it had and so did you.

“Why don't you two try it together?” Mr Potter suggested, sounding almost annoyed, “People are waiting in line.”

“Alright,” James agreed, reluctantly, shooting you a sharp glance, “But I’ll light it!”

“What is the point of doing it together then?!” You asked, glaring at him and Sirius knew you were close to slapping his best friend across the face.

“Just come on,” James took your wrist and the two of you rushed to the cone, the lighted end of the stick held against the wick of the cone, lighting the cracker along with the fire in Sirius’ heart.

He was too focused on James’ hand on your wrist that he missed the colourful sparks that spiralled out of the tiny cone, like an active volcano shooting out lava but much colourful and beautiful.

“Your turn!” You said, stretching out a matchstick for Sirius and he might have just snapped at you had he not seen the beautiful smile on your face that resembled a little child’s excitement when their parents agreed on something.

Instead, he found himself saying, “Help me out?” He definitely didn't need help. Without even the help of his wand, the cone would be ablaze, lighting the entire night sky.

“Of course,” you said, winking as you entwined your fingers with Sirius’. Had he been one to watch it all happen from afar, he would have probably laughed till he had to be sent to St. Mungo’s.

By the end of the celebration, everyone had been beyond exhausted and eager to get rid of the clothes but the tempting delicacies laid in a beautiful array had made them stay a bit longer. Mr and Mrs Potter were the first to resign to their bedrooms and James followed suit. It looks almost planned as the only people left in the house awake to be you and Sirius, slouched next to each other on the couch.

“Did you like it?” You asked, playing with the spoon dipped into your kheer, “It is been so long since I’ve celebrated Diwali,”

“And I have never celebrated but it's honestly extremely beautiful,” Sirius lost count of how many times he had used that word in one day. Today was truly such an abnormal one.

“Oh! I forgot!” You sat up with a newfound energy that was so contagious that Sirius perked up with a smile, “I got you something for your birthday,” a smirk made its way to your face as your hand slowly crept towards his.

“You remember it?” Sirius recalled mentioning it to you long ago for he replayed all your conversations in his mind as he laid awake in his cold bed. He held your hand.

“Why would you think I’d forget it?” You asked, your thumb running small circles on the back of his hand.

“I dunno,” Sirius shrugged, careful enough to not move his hand that held yours in a light grip. “I just thought it wouldn't be of great significance.”

“Great significance?” You asked, chuckling as if he had just said the most absurd lies you’ve ever heard, “Darling, it's your birthday.”

Words after your sweet endearment were beyond his comprehension. Sirius must have visibly shivered because you held his hand a little tighter before saying, “I don't know if what I am going to say is of much “significance” but, um, we’ve known each for almost six years now.”

He didn't know if it was the exhaustion crawling in his bones but you seemed a lot closer to him than ever and he could clearly see the deep brown of your iris giving way to the black pupils and Sirius wanted nothing more than to just stare at them forever.

“And-” You seemed lost for words as you held his hand and played with the stray strands of the gold threads in your neat skirt, “Wow, I-” you chuckled, “I don know. What the-” Sirius had to act and he did.

He pressed his lips against yours and he could feel you freeze completely against him before slowly leaning closer, your hand pressed against his chest, right above his heart. Oh, Sirius was stupid.

Time was unknown, a distant speck of light decorating the beautiful moment, when Sirius pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know, if my parents see this right now, they'd definitely kill me,” You whispered into the night as your eyes stayed shut.

“Your parents are not here, my love,” he said, and squeezed your hand when he felt you shiver, “It's just the two of us.”

“Do you like your birthday gift?” You asked, timidly.

Sirius laughed, pulling you into his arms as he sat with his back against the couch, “The best birthday ever.”

“I, also, did this,” You held your hand out before him and Sirius could see the beautiful designs that weaved into each other forming exquisite creations and if he squinted enough he could barely make out the ‘S’ inserted between each design in the most subtle way possible, “That says Padfoot in my language. Probably not the best idea but yes.”

“Do you remember how I was yelling at James yesterday?” you curled into his chest, your feet hidden beneath your long skirt.

He did. Sirius had returned to the living room occupied by just you and James last night right before you yelled out your last curse and stormed past him.

“It is said that when you do the henna and the darker it gets is the more you are loved by your, well, you know?” You motioned vaguely, and continued as Sirius nodded, “So, I was pissed because that donkey,” you cursed in your language, “Messed up my henna but guess what? Today morning I woke up and it was the darkest henna that has ever been on my hand.”

Sirius chuckled. He loves you. He knew it. The want to hold you in his arms were not just for tonight or for a month it was for as long as he breathed. He wanted to be with you, as yours, forever.

“I love you,” He whispered, like a revelation so vulnerable that a strong wind could disrupt the fragility but he could hear you draw in a sharp breath as you leaned even closer.

“Can you say it again?” you asked, your eyes closed as if you would feel his words.

“I love you,” tears slipped your closed eyes as the words soaked in.

“I love you too, Sirius,” You said, words that would echo in Sirius’ ears when he felt like the world caved in on him, “I love you.”

"Can I ask you something?" Sirius asked, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands brushing against the rough fabric of your dress, "What does the 'S' in your henna mean?"

"It means you are my soulmate," You answered, pressing your lips to his.

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[honeyedhoseok]

8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

#bts x reader #bts layouts #btsgif #8th member of bts #8th member au #denoire #submission

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Do you have any recs where Sirius thinks Remus doesn't like him or hate him, but truly it's simply Remus putting his foot in his mouth every time he's near Sirius bc he likes him? It's weirdly specific, I know, sorry for that, but I saw that dynamic in 'The King I Could Become' and I realized I really liked it? So if you have anything that fits that, ty so, so much, but if you can't manage to find it, that's ok too, ty for trying anyway

Hello friend! Wasn’t that fic great? The awkward communication brings both laughter and sympathy for poor Remus. This is a tricky theme to search for, but there are a few fics that the Librarian remembers below. Suggestions for both Remus and Sirius are listed, just in case you’re in the mood for either, as well as link to the Royal fic rec list where your fic was first listed. 

Hope you find something on here to satisfy your craving, and thanks so much for your patience!

Awkward Communication Wolfstar Fics

-Embarrassing Remus-

*fic mentioned in ask 

The King I Could Become by @randoyoyo Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They'll be able to take down this threat...if they can survive each other's presence first.

I Am A Mess Around You by Miss_Bennet

Modern Setting AU - Remus finds out that a hot, beautiful man just moved into his building. But for some reason, every time they meet a disaster strikes and Remus makes a complete fool of himself. Why can't he act like a sensible person around this handsome young man?

Totally Tropical Remus tries to get a Job by Wildflame

After drunken shenanigans took place on an early morning tube, Remus rocks up to a job interview expecting no repercussions for his previous bad behaviour. He is, of course, wrong. (This work is part of a collection of humorous fics you can find here.)

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by @poppunkpadfoot

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…And a baby strapped to his chest.Okay.

Remus Discovers Burritos by @elanev91 Remus Lupin, PhD has just moved across the country to start a new job at a university in Southern California. He's got quite enough on his plate already, thank you, but the universe decides that he needs to navigate feelings for a certain leather jacket-wearing department manager, too. Title has no significance, but it's prof-r's birthday so they get what they want

Hot Stuff (TM) by @artymakeart

Remus Lupin is a good man and nearly dies because of Hot Stuff (TM).

-Embarrassing Sirius-

Lost in Translation by Phiso

Sirius Black is a traveler who enjoys a challenge. Little does he know when he boards a ship to Newfoundland, he'll find his toughest challenge in a crew member called Remus Lupin.

Black's Anatomy by @tonftyhw

Sirius is working as an intern at St. Mungo's. One of his first ever cases, a very snarky, very sick, and very attractive patient, tests everything he thought he learned in med school.

take me as I am by Judeyjude, Shira_a Sirius is a sleep demon who gives nightmares to humans. Remus is an insomniac with hallucinations. Unstoppable force, meet Immovable object.

Anywhere Else by LadyAmina For the prompt on Tumblr: “Is this the same store you don’t go to anymore because you said ‘I love you’ to the cashier?”

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Wolfstar Royalty Aus

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June, 1976 (WITT One-Shot)

A/N: If you want to remain in the taglist pls interact with this one-shot even if you haven’t read book 4-5 yet. A like or a comment is fine, the people who don’t want to continue reading obvsly do not interact and I’ll delete from the taglist :) -Danny

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Emily was tired, but she'd spent all day overthinking and she was done, it was time to grow up.

She could hear Lily Evans' voice ushering Severus Snape away, he'd been coming around for several hours during the day trying to apologize, but he'd finally crossed a line.

"It's not your fault, you know?"

Matthew's voice caught her attention, he'd stopped at the foot of the stairs, one hand propped on the wall.

"Snape and Evans have been fighting for months now, I think it's because of what he's been doing with the Slytherins... you know, the cult stuff."

Emily averted her gaze to the fireplace.

"I know..."

Matthew hesitated, he'd promised himself that he wouldn't go back to being Emily's therapist, but something was different this time, it wasn't her usual kind of sulking.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at him over her shoulder and frowned.

"I'm not the one who got called 'mudblood' by a close friend."

"No, you weren't," He admitted. "Which is why it's so strange to see you all sad."

"I'm not sad."

"Is this about James?"

He didn't want to know, but alas, he'd asked.

"No," She made a face. "I don't think I care about him that way anymore."

"It's easier said than done," Matthew crossed his arms, his shoulder now leaning on the archway of the stairs.

"What do you want, Ruddy?" Emily groaned.

"I don't want anything from you," The boy replied. "But I have the feeling that you need to talk."

"I do," She said. "Not with you, though."

Matt nodded, he sighed.

"Good luck, then, have a good night."

"'Night."

Emily watched him disappear up the stairs, she didn't know why, but the memory of his burning gaze before he kissed her came back then, his intense determination as he held her closer... That moment Emily had found herself unable to move away, to say no. She wished she had his courage to just do stuff even when he was intimidated by them, she needed that kind of bravery tonight.

Lily Evans entered the tower two minutes later, Emily stood up abruptly and the redhead came to a halt.

For a moment none of them spoke, then Lily's face showed tons of fatigue.

"What now? Is it your turn to call me a stuck-up bore because I didn't agree to go out with Potter?"

Emily shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Can we talk?" She asked shyly. "I promise it's not a trick... I'm sorry."

Emily's behaviour towards her was usually hostile, tonight her voice was gentle, and even a little afraid.

"You're sorry?"

"I don't expect you to believe me," Emily continued, lowering her gaze. "I know you and Snape were close — I don't understand how can you like him... listen I suck at apologies, can't you just say it's alright so we can go to bed?"

Lily crossed her arms, standing straighter.

"No, I think I want you to try harder."

Emily groaned, she sat down heavily and started to think her words carefully, Lily inched closer.

"Boys can be cruel when they're not thinking — Anyone, really... I've been brutal myself — Matthew and I almost stopped being friends a few months ago, because I don't like talking about my feelings," She laughed dryly. "I don't know what is it about today that it just... I don't want to be a tormentor my whole life, let alone to someone who is... tolerable. I'm sorry for making your life a living hell these past few years."

Lily sat down, although she kept the seat between them empty to keep some distance.

"You didn't make my life a living hell," She replied. "I... can admit you're a bit clever... even likeable — that last match when you threw Lewis a bludger after he called you a midget... it was kind of funny."

"The boys walked me everywhere that week, they thought Ernest was going to try and get back at me," Emily bit her lip, but she was now smiling. "I mean, I lived in fear for days! Thinking he would spike my drink at some point with poison or something... Until Matthew cornered him outside D.A.D.A. class one day, poor Lewis... he looked so small in comparison..."

"Anyone looks small next to Matthew, he's a giant," Lily grinned. "Well, if it's any consolation, I was planning on murdering you in a much classier manner than poison, but since you've apologized, I guess I won't have to kill you after all."

Emily snorted, her eyes lingered on Lily, who looked like she'd been crying for most of the day, and yet still had enough energy to sit down and talk with the girl she'd detested for the last four years.

"Why are you being nice?" She asked in annoyance. "I mean I'm glad you're kind of accepting my apology, but I thought you'd be a bit colder, walking away before I could even finish..."

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Lily raised a brow, with the orange light coming from the fireplace her green eyes looked far more intense than usual. "If I'm honest, you should thank Remus... he's tried to convince me that you lot are far better than you look..."

Emily sighed, when she was young she'd do mischief for fun, but now that she was older, and considering all the weird stuff that was happening outside the school, she was starting to think that maybe her group of friends were indeed changing for the best.

"I'm going to be honest with you too, Evans," The girl took a deep breath. "Being the only girl in my friend group is turning out to be pure torture. I'm in desperate need of a girlfriend."

Lily's mouth twitched a bit, but she didn't laugh.

"What makes you think I want to be your friend?"

"Oh, I don't think you want to," She raised a brow. "But maybe if we're on good terms I'd be able to ask you for a tampon without having to swallow my pride first."

Lily did laugh at this, she shook her head. "Holy Merlin, Sultens, you're loopy."

"You would be too if you were seated next to Sirius every day!" She paused. "So... are you willing to make peace?"

Lily examined her carefully, four long years of quarrels sat between them, but a lifetime of friendship could be ahead if Emily was truly sorry. She was a nice girl, and really smart too, she was annoying only when she was taunting Severus, and he was no longer her friend.

Lily stretched out her hand.

"Very well, but if you go back the deal is over and we'll be less than strangers, understood?"

"Sure."

She retreated her hand before Emily could grab it.

"Hang on — this is not Potter's idea, right? You're not trying to be my friend just so I date him later?"

"Lily, if anything I hope you and James never date," Emily snickered. "Nothing personal, you're just way too good for him."

"...Alright."

They shook hands, she'd meant what she said about it not being personal. James was a boy, a very silly one at that, and even though they were really close friends, Emily was no longer a blind supporter of his doings.

Funnily enough, this seemed to be related to Matthew, she couldn't stop thinking about that kiss! Merlin, he was a good kisser...

She shook the thought away, now was not the time for nonsense.

"I'm very honoured to be your acquaintance, Evans," Emily grinned.

"Call me Lily. Only Professors call me Evans... and Potter, but you know I hate that."

"Got it, Lils."

July 1996

"...I don't think this is right," Mel tilted her head. "Brownies are mean to be brown... not pitch-black."

"You burned them," Harry was standing behind them with his arms crossed, clearly upset.

"How could you burn them, Erick? They were in there for five minutes!"

"Are you sure..." Erick stabbed the mixture with a knife and made a face. "Ugh — they're still liquid in the middle!"

"How the fuck did you do this?"

"I thought it would work just the same if I doubled the heat and put less time," Erick sulked. "Ovens are weird."

"This is why we told you to stay out of it," Harry replied. "You don't know how muggle stuff work."

"I do know!"

"Then why did you burn the brownies?"

"Don't fight," Mel intervened, grabbing the platter and throwing its contents away. "Oh well, at least we ruined my birthday cake and not someone else's..."

"That's not okay," Harry frowned. "You should have a proper cake."

Mel looked at him and grinned. "I'll eat yours, then."

"How's everything going in here?" Emily walked in, behind her Lupin followed.

"Uncle Lu!" Mel rushed over to his side and hugged him, the man chuckled. "You came!"

"Well, hadn't been around for your birthday in a long time, I thought you'd like it," He said, lovingly patting her back.

"I do," She beamed. "We kind of ruined the cake, though, so we should buy doughnuts or something."

"It's a good thing I brought this, then," Lupin lifted his bag and placed it on the table, inside there was a beautifully adorned red velvet cake.

"You just saved my birthday!"

Harry and Erick shared a moody expression and grumbled complaints, Lupin laughed.

"The kids insisted on doing the cakes this year," Emily explained. "I told them it was not an easy job, but they insisted."

"Mel and I have done this before, Erick was the one who wanted to be in charge when he can't even make tea without magic," Harry glared at him.

"Muggles stuff are too complicated, alright?" He huffed.

"I don't mind," Mel said without paying attention to them, she was still beyond happy with her uncle's presence. "I wanted to give my mum a break, Leggie's been a bit hard to handle lately..."

"Is he?" Lupin looked at the little boy Emily was holding. "Is he ill?"

"No, he just cries a lot," The woman sighed. "Wakes us up every night."

"I thought that forcing my mother to bake when she's clearly too tired to be doing anything apart from feeding a baby was a crime," Mel stated. "So I took care of it."

"Then Flint messed it up," Harry taunted.

"And then you fixed it, Uncle Moony," The girl smiled. "So there's no harm done, right boys?"

She looked over her shoulder, raising a brow as if urging them to stop bickering before they embarrassed her in front of Lupin. Both mumbled their agreement, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Lovely," Mel looked back at the adults. "Who wants lunch?"

Mel and Erick were in the kitchen talking in hurried whispers, she appeared to be upset, the young man too. Emily and Remus were in the drawing-room, Harry was upstairs changing Reg's diaper.

"Do you know why they're arguing?" Remus asked, staring at the pair.

"Dumbledore came by this morning before breakfast," Emily sighed, leaning her head back on the couch. "Talked about this mission he had for Erick — you know how eager to help that boy is... so of course the old man came and put his offer on a silver platter, and Mel won't let Erick go on his own, so being the generous soul Dumbledore is," She said sarcastically, "He said she could go too if she wanted to."

"Really?" Remus frowned. "Well... he's been giving her lessons for years, Mily, perhaps he knows she can handle it."

"I don't care," She said bluntly. "That's my daughter, my daughter. Matt's daughter. How can he continue to risk my family's life like it's nothing?"

"You know Matthew did all he that because he wanted to, Dumbledore had nothing to do with his decisions."

"I know," Emily took a deep breath. "But he's got a lot to do with Mel's... she idolizes him."

"You think so?" The man looked over his shoulder again, staring at his goddaughter.

"I don't see why else she'd be so keen to follow his orders..."

"Maybe because she feels guilty?" Remus offered. "After what happened in the ministry..."

Emily pressed her lips together, she didn't want to talk about that.

"That's not her fault and she knows it. I told her it wasn't."

"You weren't there," He said gravely. "She went out of control. I had never seen anything like it, her magic was dark— I mean that literally. All the spells she did came out pitch-black. Dumbledore was the only one who could put a stop to it."

Emily's eyes grew worried, she looked over her shoulder as well and her gaze landed on Mel.

"You think it could be the same thing that Ariana Dumbledore had? That disease?"

"No one knows what happened to her," Remus said. "Not even Matthew knew, and he was part of the family... but it could be. Maybe Dumbledore knows something we don't, maybe this will help her... perhaps she needs this."

Emily stayed silent for a moment, then she groaned.

"I hate that we're always meant to trust him blindly."

"He's lived a hundred years, he might be wiser than all of us, don't you think?"

The woman scoffed, she looked ahead, deep in thought.

"A hundred years... Matthew couldn't even make it to twenty-one! James and Lily barely did... Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban — But at least we all knew how the war looked like then, Remus. We fought for years... my daughter just turned sixteen, she still goes to school!"

"And yet she's already done her fair amount of fighting," The man raised a brow. "We didn't have the experiences she's gone through when we were her age. I stand with Dumbledore, she can do this."

"I'm not saying she can't," Emily grabbed the empty plates to take them to the kitchen. "I'm saying she shouldn't have to sacrifice her youth. Dumbledore asks for too much, I'm sure he's got someone else that could help him with the mission, but he's obsessed with making Mel his perfect copy."

Remus didn't try to argue back, little could convince Emily at this point, she'd never been a fan of Dumbledore, and after Matt's death it was no secret that she openly disliked him, but she still followed his orders, because she knew Dumbledore was the only chance they had to win this war.

Mel and Erick entered the room, neither of them angry, which made Remus think they had reached an agreement.

"I should leave," The man stood up. "Leon's been quiet, maybe Harry managed to make him sleep."

"Or maybe he's just playing with him," Emily stood up as well. "Really, I never thought Harry would get so attached to a baby..."

"I'll miss you, Uncle Lu, I hope to see you soon," Mel said, her eyes avoiding to look into Erick's direction.

"Me too, little Em," Remus hugged her tightly, he whispered in her ear. "Be good to your mother, alright?"

Mel looked at him with confusion, but she nodded anyway.

"So?" Emily crossed her arms. "What are you going to do?"

The young witch stared at her mother, Remus knew that expression. It was true and very strange, how she could have her dad's gaze even though her eyes were exactly like her mother's, but he knew that look, he'd seen it in Matt the last time they had spoken. Mel was done being a kid.

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Introducing: The Wandering Witch AU

(With transgirl!Remus, questioning!Sirius and endless conversations about the metaphysics of wandless magic)

This is the latest installment of our various Wolfstar AU's with August, one we came up with while we were on a mini-holiday, celebrating our third anniversary.

In this universe, pureblood-supremacy is rampant, keeping the Wizarding World in the permanent dark ages. Muggle-born wizards are only allowed a wand upon being accepted at a magic school, and most institutions favour pureblood children over half-blood, or muggle-born students. Wands are registered and heavily regulated, including tracking-spells and random spot-checks for counterfeit, or unregistered wands by Ministry officials.

After a werewolf-attack at age 4, Remus Lupin’s father tries to teach her magic using his own wand, knowing she would never be allowed into Hogwarts. However, performing magic with someone else's wand is not only dangerous and illegal, but also extremely difficult. Remus — a savant, who can sense magical currents in a way none of her peers can — realises that she doesn't need a wand to focus her power, and instead develops her own way of casting — or spell-weaving, more accurately —, tying an intricate web of knots between intent and the ambient magical currents to shape reality to her will. While admittedly crude and volatile, her technique turns out surprisingly potent, which makes her more than capable of protecting herself against the many dangers of a transphobic, werewolf-hating world.

Because her condition places both her and her family in a vulnerable position (the "werewolf-issue is an ages-old favourite talking point of mainstream wizarding politics, including a fearmongering campaign designed to marginalise intelligent magical creatures and eradicate non-human magic users), the Lupins decide to avoid registering their child after the attack, relying on the help of muggle medicine and corrupt healers to nurse her back to health after the transformations. They move frequently, bouncing Remus from school to school, but once Remus has gotten a basic education, they settle down in an isolated cottage on the Scottish highlands, and her mum takes on the duty of homeschooling her.

Having been brought up in a mixed family and lived the majority of her life as a muggle, Remus is well-versed in the matters of 21st century life. Once they settle into their new home, she starts transitioning, takes up Luna as her middle name, but keeps Remus as her first name, refusing to abide by arbitrary societal rules about names being connected to certain genders, rather than the people wearing them. After both her parents meet a tragically early death in a car accident, Remus finds herself alone in the world, with both a house and a large sum of money to her name; she sells the cottage and spends her parents' life insurance settlement on getting bottom surgery, then sets out to travel the world, looking for someone, or something to find a meaningful connection with.

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On a glance, Cassandra Black is everything her most ancient and noble house could want for an heir. She is brilliant, powerful and a downright genious when it comes to magic; the only problem is, she's a bit too smart for her own good, and no amount of discipline can keep her from asking too many questions. The only thing her bewildered parents achieve with their constant, increasingly violent punishment is that young Cassandra stops asking them, and starts looking for answers of her own.

By the time she's 11, she's thoroughly disillusioned, worlds away from the conservative, blood-supremacist doctrines she was brought up with. Upon entering Hogwarts, she spends the first free breath of her life on convincing the Sorting Hat not to place her in Slytherin, a decision she pays for with the world as she knew it. In return, she gains a new, brighter one, full of friendship, adventure and budding romance — although dark secrets, stomach-turning injustice and bitter heartbreak too. When it comes to her parents' attention that she is sleeping with a witch, their treatment turns from toxic hostility to open abuse, severing all emotional ties between Cassandra and the House of Black. She spends five years as a proud Gryffindor, but by the time her 16th birthday rolls around, she feels like she'd learnt everything Hogwarts had to offer — the good and the bad alike. She decides not to return to the castle for the sixth year: instead, she uses the start of the school year to orchestrate an elaborate escape plan, that would make it impossible for her family to find her. She breaks her wand and vanishes into the night, never to be seen again.

British Wizarding society erupts in chaos, because even one as scandalous as the Black heiress, the mysterious disappearance of a 16-year-old, pureblood-aristocrat (and a witch, for that) brings the Ministry's messaging about public safety into question, and the story keeps the tabloids busy for the better part of a year. The family puts out an enticing bounty on their firstborn's head, but regardless of the spectacular reward, no one can locate Cassandra, and without a wand to track, she proves to be impossible to trace. Eventually, the tabloids move on and the story slowly fades into the background, although, en lieu of a body, they never officially assume her dead, and the family never gives up the secret search for their wayward, blood-traitor daughter.

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Three years later:

Somewhere, hidden in the mountains of Scotland, there is a halfway-house, for magical folks who need to get off the grid, for one reason or another. Remus is a regular visitor, using the shelter's reinforced cellar for the full moon, and taking her time to recover at the quaint little house for a while thereafter. Nobody bothers her there, and while people do use the retreat — it's always clean, stocked with food, healing items and clean bedding, among other obvious signs of habitation —, she'd never encountered any other guests during her visits. This time, however, an unpleasant surprise welcomes her, in form of a backpack and a half-drunk bottle of wine on the porch, and soon, she finds the owner of the items as well, lounging on her favorite sunning spot.

The stranger looks ragged; unkempt and malnourished, and when they speak, their voice sounds hoarse, like they haven't used it for a long time. Remus is immediately weary, even though the stranger looks very young and rather unimpressive, expect for the very posh accent and the fact that despite their extremely strong magical aura, they did look startled, almost terrified when Remus walked up behind them — and yet, their hand never even twitched to draw a concealed wand.

"I’m armed!" the stranger warns — maybe they expected a muggle? —, but still doesn't move to reveal any weapon. Remus is quite certain she could take them on in one-on-one combat regardless, should it come to that, but she finds it alarming that this runaway teen would survive alone in the wilderness for what seems like a considerable period; a feat that requires a number of skills and the kind of training that does not come with the elocution training the stranger's speech suggests. Not just the accent, the face too... Under the layers of dirt, severe sunburn and a fading black eye, there is just something eerily familiar about them.

She introduces herself as Remus — it's one of her favourite ways to quickly size up a person, based on their reaction to her obviously masculine name. She does the whole cheeky, "whatchagonnado" act she perfected throughout the years, expecting anything from a spiteful comment to a confused eyebrow-raise in response, but the stranger just nods and gives her a polite "hello, Remus", like this was the most normal interaction between two people who just met at a shelter for magical misfits, in the middle of fucking nowhere.

The stranger, however, is less forthcoming about their identity, and Remus has to openly ask for their name after 10 minutes of tense, but idle chitchat. The stranger blushes a deep red, and once again, there is that flash of panic in their eyes, before they blurt out "Sirius... Black."

"Oh."

Of course, Remus thinks, wondering how she missed it before. She knows exactly who Sirius is, or who they used to be — she'd seen this face a million times before; a younger, smoother version with fewer sharp angles and without the haunted look in their bloodshot eyes, but the very same face was once plastered all over Britain — on missing flyers, in front page news, later on wanted posters... 10.000 galleons are a fine bit of money for a head like this. She gives the stranger a sideways glance, and they glare right back at her, with a defiant expression that might have betrayed their famous origins, even without the esteemed family name. The Blacks, they do all look the same...

"Well, that answers the question whether you're a muggle" Sirius remarks with a bitter chuckle. "Look, I know what you're thinking. And yes, they do have the funds, but just so we are clear on this, if you move to draw, I'll attack you, and it's gonna be over before you ever reach your wand. You will lose, most likely die, and then I'll have to spend this lovely evening digging a hole for you in the woods instead of sharing a bottle of crappy wine. So, just don't, okay?"

Remus can't help but admire the kid's bravado — they aren't stupid, she can tell that much, if from nothing else, the fact that they somehow successfully evaded one of the most powerful magical families, and their countless footmen, for over three years without ever leaving a trace; and yet, they seem to know when they're outmatched.

"Who says I'd need to draw?" she smirks, hoping to provoke a quick duel out of the youth. She likes to get the power-struggle out of the way early on, just so nobody gets ideas while she's sleeping or in recovery. The young Black might turn out to be a reluctant ally, but they could mean real trouble after the full moon, if they were to follow family tradition in wanting to rid the world of a monster like herself. Three days left until the next transformation, which means she's at the height of her power, so taking Sirius out here and now would be the wisest, and she thinks she could do it without harming them too badly. Nothing she couldn't fix in a blink afterwards.

Sirius measures her with a curious squint, slowly raising their left hand into the air. All five fingers are adorned with a variety of silver rings, from plain, thin bands to heavy signets with rune-engraved stones. A web of glowing lines flare up on the back of their hand, spreading out from an intricate magic sigil on their wrist. They emit a faint, blueish white light, running along each finger to the tip, as Sirius charges up for a wandless spell. Flashy, but creative, Remus thinks, truly impressed for the first time. She's used to wizards relying on their wands to do the work for them, and she knows seven different ways to dismantle the connection before they ever get to fire off. The stranger's magic is different — it's raw and unpolished, but brutally powerful, and very complex, in a geometric sort of way. This would be more difficult than she initially thought, and she's unsure if she could immediately disarm Sirius without having to literally dis-arm them.

To avoid confrontation, she raises a hand in front of her too, conjuring a harmless little will-o-whisp in her palm — a trick she developed as a child, tied up on the bare cement floor of her parents' basement, waiting for the curse to take hold. There was no light in the basement; she was lonely, cold and terrified, so she made herself a friend, a cold flame to keep her company while she was waiting for the moon.

Sirius' eyebrows disappear somewhere under their tangled fringe, but their face lights up with a huge, mischievous grin:

"Remus, the girl raised by the wolves... You're not boring at all, are you?"

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The Howl of the Moon - Remus Lupin

Summary:

After a terrible accident in the battle at the Ministry in 1995, Hermione Granger wins a one-way ticket to the past. Unable to go back to his time, his only chance for survival is to adapt to the late 70s and get on with his life, interfering as little as possible so that the future does not fall apart.

However, everything goes downhill when Remus John Lupine starts to notice too much the new girl who clearly wanted to go unnoticed by Hogwarts.

Chapters: Prolog | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Warnings: mature

                                        4.The one of the birthday

Anyway, March had arrived!

It was less than three months to the end of school, but it also meant that nearly a month had passed since the Valentine's Day disaster. I mean, disaster in parts and just for a few people, as James and Lily couldn't be happier in their passionate bubble, not to mention the redhead wouldn't give up on the idea that Remus and Granger were a potential couple, they couldn't be still, but if it were up to her the four would soon have a double date! It had taken at least four days for Hermione to speak fearlessly to Remus again, and at least a week for Remus to stop treating Lilly with vengeful indifference, which unfortunately for them had only reinforced the absurd idea of a possible crush even further. in Lily's head.

So the ninth of March had arrived and with it the eighteen years of Remus! Unfortunately, it fell on the first day of the full moon, but luckily they would have a total eclipse that night, which meant…

- PARTY AT THE SHRIEKING SHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A night just among the marauders, completely free of a curious and violent werewolf breaking free and running across the school grounds. Despite loathing the lunar cycle, Remus Lupine loved eclipses. When an eclipse was in the sky, Moony fell asleep inside him practically disappearing, making the wizard feel completely human - if only for a few hours.

No naughty whispers, no chocolate stuff, and no sharp senses!

Just him, a somewhat shy, scarred teenager who allowed himself to live a little.

Although the party was only later, none of them had shown up for dinner in the great hall that night - which in itself had been reason enough to make Minerva's hair stand on end. Everyone knows that professors love to gossip about students' lives and this was no different at Hogwarts, so of course Professor McGonagall had noticed the closeness between Jean and Remus during tutoring. So with the excuse of asking Miss Granger to try to stop any potential madness the marauders were planning, he called the student into his office as soon as she had finished her dinner:

- Oh, is today his birthday?

- Naturally, that's why I imagine he and his roommates are up to it like a Bunch of Silly Baboons.

Hermione, for her part, couldn't hide her laughter, she still remembered the dance lessons she had taken in fourth year for the Winter Ball where Minerva had made that same criticism of the Gryffindor students. So the girl wondered if the marauders had been the first to hear such endearing adjectives. The older witch seeing the student's laugh also smiled.

- I see that you have become very close to Mr. Lupin, a fine boy, I must say.

- Teacher, I'm not for that much… We are a good pair… Working! I mean, we work well together, in monitoring! - She replied embarrassed, wanting to run away from the subject as she was running from Lilian.

- Honey, don't waste the opportunities that Cupid presents to you. - And suddenly the teacher's eyes became very melancholy and hurt. - I once met a young witch as promising as you. Extremely intelligent and dedicated to studies. She met a guy who shared her same sense of humor, he was the only one who could debate as fiercely and passionately as she… Before the girl knew he was on his knees proposing marriage and she accepted. The teacher's melancholy smile was more than enough for Hermione to know that it wasn't just any student's story she was telling.

- Teacher despite whatever my heart dares to feel. And I don't say he feels anything about the matter of Mr Lupcough cough.” He coughed uncomfortable with everything the teacher was inferring. - Well what I mean is that under the circumstances in which I find myself… The way I came here. I couldn't… I simply wouldn't dare. I mean, it's too risky!

- And what I mean, Jean is that I don't want that story to repeat itself. Like you, she had a thousand and one very plausible and rational reasons to break off the engagement what she did. However, when she realized that as far as the heart, love, or even mere affection and camaraderie were concerned, it was not rationality that should have been heard, it was too late!  

Hermione didn't know how to respond, despite all her embarrassment with Lily on Valentine's Day she had never looked at Remus in that way! Yes they were good friends, got along well together and could talk about anything for hours and hours. Of course she found his shy way cute in an adorable way like a needy pet, and she sure enjoyed Lupine's chocolate addiction, but she never looked at him as anything other than a housemate. By Merlin, she often had to remember that he wasn't her teacher but a teenager like her! But love, affection?

   Seeing that the student was clearly confused, Minerva turned away from the subject and went back to inquiring about the possible pranks the Gryffindor quartet might be planning. But if even Jean didn't know what they were up to, McGonagall could only hope that Bunch of Silly Baboons Baboons didn't do any damage to her school! Dismissing the student right away, stating that she needed to correct some parchments for the next transfiguration class for sophomores.

   Hermione, still shaken by the previous conversation, left, but soon stopped at the door, turning hesitantly towards the teacher.

- Teacher… If I may ask. What happened to your student and the guy she turned down?

- Naturally they went their separate ways. I understand she has taken on an important position in the ministry of magic. And he... found a new someone to love...

- I… I'm sorry teacher.

- Me too, Jean, but it's late now. Go back to the dorm if I won't be forced to give you detention. - The teacher joked, but Hermione couldn't help but hear the melancholy tone in the witch's words.

* * *

Contrary to what Minerva thought, the only damage the quartet would do would be to their own bodies. Come on, it was Lupine's birthday and more than that it was his night of sobriety about the wolf that shared his body! It was obvious that they would get drunk until tomorrow!

The four met on the second floor of the screaming house near eight-thirty at night, with them having prepared a nice little party for their werewolf friend: lots of fire whiskey, a chocolate cake, butterbeer, thousands of sweets from Fingers of Honey not to mention a mini feast smuggled straight from the kitchen of Hogwarts, after all the house elves adored James and Sirius. And of course a small bottle of water - since Peter liked to hydrate between a glass and another - the only sensible one in the group that night. All three were moved by the birthday boy's happiness, noticing how the daily weight had disappeared from Remus' back, being ridiculously lighter.

- And what are we waiting for? - With that sentence James started the night's celebrations.

Drinks over there, cakes over here when they saw it, it was past ten at night and everyone was irrevocably drunk. It had been at least six glasses of whiskey for Sirius, with Remus finishing up his fifth - which was already more than a little more than ideas after three bottles of butterbeer.

- Does Audrey know the reason for her disappearance, Peter? - James asked as he chewed on a chicken leg.

- Just I was celebrating the birthday of one of you.

Audrey Flint was the Slytherin who had sent Peter the little Valentine's card, and who had surprisingly been dating her ever since.

- Remus, even Peter has a girlfriend. When are you going to get one? You know I don't care about gender as long as he or she knows that marauders are their priority! - Sirius asked, nudging the werewolf beside him.

"Lily said it won't be long before he and Granger assume something." - James delivered his girlfriend.

- That's not it! Jean and I are just... friends? - Remus asked embarrassed, but at the mention of Jean rather than the clear questioning of his partner preferences. The truth is, Lupine didn't know if he was in the position of Granger's friends or colleagues at that point in the championship. The relationship was weird since Valentine's Day, at times it seemed that nothing had changed while at others Moony was a real busybody!

- If even that you know what they are. It's definitely lost!

- If they're not friends they can definitely be something else. - Peter nudged, liking the way Remus was starting to turn red and bewildered.

"The way you treated Lily after Valentine's Day just shows how much you're into her, Remus." - James insisted.

- No, no, NO! - Remus managed to deny it. - You got it all wrong! Jean and I would never work, you know I can't….

- I bet you're denying it like that because you don't know how to kiss. - Peter threw more wood into the fire.

- Of course I know how to kiss! - Remus was insulted.

That was partly true, as she'd had her first kiss two years earlier, also in an eclipse, when she'd allowed herself to experience a kiss that night. It had been at a Gryffindor party and had been no more than a smacking of lips, and since then he'd never come close to anyone else's mouth.

- A little kiss does not count as knowing how to kiss! - Sirius accused his friend, turning to him.

- And how do you expect me to learn then?! You know I don't…

Sirius didn't let his colleague finish, with a roguish grin he pulled Remus' neck towards him.

- Like this. - Whispered in his friend's ear, having fun when he saw the same shiver, approaching his body more and more.

In a second their lips were joined, with Black initiating an agitated kiss. He knew his friend had no experience, he had the vague memory in his drunken memory of Lupin describing how shameful and awkward that peck had been two years ago - so it had started slowly, but not having much patience and being clearly upset, he deepened the kiss without blinking. Then he opened his mouth hungrily, forcing his tongue against Remus' mouth, who surprisingly had given way and not only that, but was also trying to match his roommate's reckless rhythm.

After all, if it was in the rain, it was to get wet!

Mimicking Sirius' movements, Remus also held the brunet's neck possessively, intensifying the movements of his lips - adrenaline rushing through him. Their tongues tangled and wrestled and caressed, all to the sound of Peter's laughter and the shocked spit of James who had just put another glass of whiskey in his mouth when his friends began kissing furiously. It wasn't his fault he got scared and spit it all out at Peter!

But just as slowly as it started, the kiss ended.

- See if you learn and do it right with Granger. Sirius fixed his hair. - And if she doesn't want to, I'll always be here for you, monny! - He stated provocatively as he turned another glass.

- At least she won't have a beard itching. - Remus implied joining in the joke. - Can you tell me how you're still alone?

- There is no woman for me at Hogwarts. - Sirius declared, just like Xuxa Meneghel, where there were no men for her in Brazil.

* * *

All marauders were completely rotten, miserable, destroyed and finished.

All but Peter, who wisely interspersed the whiskey with generous doses of water, being the one who drank the least at the party - having a preference for chocolate cake. Sirius was down on the infirmary (he had the greatest resistance to alcohol, but even he overreacted); James was clinging to the toilet in Gryffindor, Peter was cheerful and bouncy with his Audrey, while Remus exploded with a headache. His eyes were sunken, his head seemed to be being poked by five drills as runaway ambulances pulled up to his ear - all with Moony barking furiously at being repelled last night by the "unnatural and evil" eclipse (words of the Wolf).

At least her swollen system from Moony's presence had minimized the seasickness effects, but the migraine remained like a sledgehammer on an anvil.

A bad mood had irrevocably seized Lupin. From the first dawn of the day Remus was IM-PRA-TI-Cable, being almost the human and rabid version of Moony, threatening to stupefy the next one who made noise in front of him. At least in the morning, since after lunch the sobriety potions began to take effect, turning him once again into a Pomeranian lulu and no longer a rabid pinscher.

At least that afternoon he could rest peacefully, as no one even went to the prefects! His plan was a quiet, undisturbed nap!

"You know, you might as well practice those licks with Jean, instead of pretending to be lazy" - Moony spoke like someone who didn't want anything when they were alone, going to the prefect.

- Licks…? - Remus was confused.

But Moony was prepared for that, immediately projecting memories of the night before - causing Remus to trip over his own feet at the sight and feel of Sirius' mouth and beard against his face.

THEY HAD DONE WHAT?!

“Nothing against what you prefer, but I think Jean more…. intriguing"

- Remus? Is everything OK? - Hermione asked after noticing the pale state that the ex-teacher arrived in the transfiguration room.

And it was when Remus' eyes focused on the girl that his face went up in flames, still moved by Moony's suggestion. THAT MEDDING WOLF!

"Just slightly drunk…" He replied, crawling to his seat, sitting down comfortably while putting his backpack as a pillow.

- Drunk?! I don't think Minerva was counting on it! - She laughed.

- Are you her new spy, Jean? Before it was Lily who was our probation officer. Befriended me just to watch over James and Sirius? - Remus joked, settling into his wallet.

- I don't know if that was her real intention, but it felt like it to me last night when she called me in her office to talk about... How did she say? Ah yes, "silly baboons babbling in a pack"!.

- There is! Professor Minerva has always been the most creative at Hogwarts! - The witcher laughed, soon regretting it when his head began to throb again and he moaned in discontent.

- What made you drunk so far?

- I had a birthday.

- Congratulations? Hermione asked, undecided by the deplorable state of the boy beside her.

He nodded gratefully, then tucked his head back into his backpack.

- Thanks, but would you mind holding the butts without me today? I put up with all day waiting for that nap.

Hermione just nodded, patting her light brown hair in congratulation, not seeing Moony squirm happily in the mind of Remus, a real needy puppy.

However, just that day, a living being appeared at the monitor in search of clearing up his doubts about the last transfiguration class of the seventh year, regretting it the moment he saw who was the monitor of his class.

Severus Snape would not stoop to the point of asking one of the marauders what things, no matter how trivial! Even though the rascal in question was almost drooling over his backpack by now.

- Can I help you? Hermione asked, noticing Snape's intention to turn around and leave.

- Do you know the content of the seventh year or just this wolf project? - Asked mockingly as he indicated with his chin the Gryffindor passed out.

- You'd be surprised what I know. - Retorted defiantly. She had almost changed her mind when Severus implied knowing that Remus was a wolf, but quickly remembered that he had almost died because of Remus, or rather because of Sirius who played a more than unfortunate prank on the Slytherin. His challenge did not find deaf ears.

Threat, warning, knowledge and... flirting? The girl's challenge reached every possible sense, although Severus very much doubted the latter.

Well, Snape had a mirror in the bedroom, and even if he didn't, he was reminded of his questionable appearance all the time. Jean might have publicly rejected Sirius Black, but he would never look at someone like him, so there was no chance of it being a lame excuse to kiss in the nearest broom closet - although the idea was not repulsive to him, and well he even thought it was Very pretty.

Hermione thought he must be very desperate to actually accept her help, after all she was a year younger, muggleborn (not that he knew of) and Gryffindor. She actually thought he would refuse her help because she was a Gryffindor, but here he was snorting discontent as he sat at a desk and indicated the chair across from him an unquestionable invitation.

At the end of it all Snape had been impressed by how smart the girl was. He suspected even more than that drooling Siberian husky snoring a few wallets away. But Severus' joy was short-lived, as in the middle of the explanation another individual immensely more undesirable than the slime project sprang up in the classroom.

- HEY, SNOTTY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEAR HER?! - Sirius forgot his hangover to make trouble in defense of the girl one of his best friends was clearly interested in, waking Remus in the process.

- I don't see your name on it, Black! Snape shot back, making Hermione arch an eyebrow. Since when has she become a reason for egos?

Indifferent on the outside, but laughing on the inside, Hermione allowed herself to agree that that tirade had been good, very good. Maybe even enough to forget one or two reprimands Snape had given him in the future.

Was Sirius this annoying always? If she ever made it back, she wouldn't stop complaining to Harry about her friend's godfather's impossible behavior at school.

- What makes you think you can come here, snotty?! Get closer to us….

- As far as I know, here is a classroom at Hogwarts, in pre-service time for the transfiguration subject.

- If you have any doubts, ask someone of your level. - Sneered.

Hermione was terribly offended. He had called her stupid, for being a year younger! But she soon realized that it would make more sense that Sirius was referring to the fact that it wasn't a death eater project. Or something like this?

- I would, but the creature in question is sleeping during working hours. Should I report this slip to Professor McGonagall?

Sirius even managed to pull out his wand and cast a spell, but Hermione was quicker and threw a stream of water at him.

- Unpleasant. I hate the smell of wet dogs. - Snape teased once more.

- ENOUGH! - He interfered by talking to both of them. - What are you doing here, Black?

- Is it forbidden to visit my friends now?!

- That's when he threatens another student!

- You mean you agree that you are my friend! - He wasted no time, giving a wink being promptly responded with another jet of water.

- If you do not mind? - She said turning to Severus who kept his victorious smile in front of the soaked Gryffindor. - Would you like us to finish our monitoring elsewhere? Hermione asked Snape, who readily agreed, following the short-haired girl to the library. Where she had a private class in the subject, at least as far as Jean knew, after all she was a year younger, as much as she knew a lot about seventh grade content, that wasn't all. Surprisingly the Slytherin completed the gaps without any mockery or contempt for her making the time together really enjoyable.

Confused, Remus watched the girl depart with the stateroom Slytherin, confused and somewhat irritated with Sirius for making her leave.

- I think it's better you do it right with her! - Sirius warned him. - Or sooner or later she may fall for that venomous snake's tricks! Or better yet, in my charms! - He joked.

- Padfoot, she is more likely to date Snape than to date you, I would say until she marries him and has five children and eighteen cats. - Remus chuckled, relieved the kiss between them hadn't been a big deal.

Just brother's things, you know!

- Since you are missing the magnificent chance to be with me, I say with propriety, from someone who has a lot of experience, that you have more chances than him.

- Chances of what? She's just a friend, coworker at best. Besides, she's afraid of canines.

- Well… that's bad for both of us, Moony. - Sirius spoke to the werewolf, who just sighed in Remus' mind.

“I wish I were a fish…”

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[just-dreaming-about]

Harry Potter x Reader - Soulmate Au

I wasn't sure I would write another soulmate au but I was in a fluff mood today and I want to share it with someone. Enjoy!

(Gift not mine)

Zoe Tonks. Actually, Zoe Black but no one could know this except for her family. Andromeda and Ted Tonks adopted her when her mother couldn't bear the fact that all her world were ending in front of her and she had to carry a baby girl all alone. She was just a baby and she was left at the front door of the Tonks. Nymphadora was just a seven years girl who thought it was the little sister she always asked her parents for. Her life was full of love despite the fact that her mother was dead and her father in Azkaban.

When Zoe reached Hogwarts she never thought that Harry Potter would become her best friend and both of them with a guy named Ron Weasley and a girl named Hermione Granger would live the most amazing adventures in their students years for the heart attacks from Andromeda and Tedd and the proud of Nymphadora.

Her third year were the worst, she thought; her friends discovered that her father was Sirius Black and at the beginning they thought he wanted to kill Harry so their friendship was so fragile during those months... But all ended well, Harry found a father figure on Sirius and Zoe actually meet her real father and for a while it was like a dream. Two perfects years exactly. Because her father died at her fifth year in Hogwarts and was so painful and heartbroken for her that no one could comfort her, even Nymphadora with her foolishness or Andromeda with her kindness or Ted who was her father figure.

Was Harry, her best friend, who helped her because he knew the pain she was feeling because he was feeling almost the same pain. They helped each other to health. It was slowly but they were working on it. Together. Sirius would like that.

And that's how they reached Harry's sixteenth birthday. The both of them were healing from Sirius death but their friends prepared a little birthday party for Harry so they'll cheer up a bit, and they actually enjoyed it. Hermione and Ron didn't argued like always, Fred and George prepared fireworks while Ginny made a little quidditch competition, Mr. Weasley came with a muggle board game that only Hermione and Harry understood and Mrs. Weasley cooked a delicious cake for Harry.

At the end of the day, all of them enjoyed the party and went to sleep happy but Zoe was worried.

It was well known that when you reached sixteen you'll know who is the person you're meant to. And she was secretly dying to know who was that person for Harry.

All those years of friendship, the problems they solved together, all the adventures and the battles, their fights with each other and their reconciliations, the subtle displays of affection that began to touch the intimate, the jokes and the subtle flirt... They were best friends and she was totally fine just being that for him but seeing him with Cho Chang in that stupid yule ball made her feel uncomfortable and when at first she asked at her father about it he just laugh at her and tousled her hair lovingly without answering her questions. And Nymphadora wasn't helpful either. But when she asked it to Hermione and Ginny the both of them reacted enthusiastically and answered that she was in love with Harry. She denied it of course, he was her best friend, it was just weird thinking of him like that but the time passed and she founded herself thinking about him like that more often and it stopped being a weird thing to become something natural; Harry was there for here whenever she needed him, he always worried about her feelings and would defend her from Malfoy if he mess with her. Also, he was looking for her when the Quidditch field filled with students celebrating the victory of Gryffindor to hug her and celebrate together, he always listened to her very carefully because he cared about her opinion and the ideas she had, he cared to remember her favorite sweets to buy her a few at Honeydukes and they visit Zonko together. She lovingly kept the memories of those lazy winter afternoons in the Gryffindor common room with Harry asleep leaning on her shoulder as they tried to do homework and she convincing Hermione to let him sleep a little longer... She was starting to think that Harry felt the same way about her but she wasn't sure and that was terrifying her as Harry's birthday approached.

Now at Ginny's room, listening the girls sleeping and moving in theirs beds, she was so scared about what she will found the next morning... Somewhere in Harry's body a name would appear. Her head hurts so much at this moment and the hot night didn't make it better. She got out of bed and sneaked out of the room to go downstairs looking in the dark for the kitchen to drink some water. It was refreshing but her fears were still there and she looked out the window to accidentally find a lonely Harry walking in circles at the garden running his hands through his hair like he's arguing with himself. She wondered if the name had already appeared and if that was what worried him... She immediately ran to the stairs, ready to go back to bed and pretend she hadn't seen him, but when she set foot on the first step, she thought better of it. Harry had always been there for her and she for him: they had helped each other when they each found a crush, even though she was uncomfortable when it was Harry's turn. What kind of friend would she be now if she left him alone at one of the most important moments in the life of a magician? She would like him to help her with her soulmate... Even if her soulmate wasn't Harry...

She took a deep breath.

This could break her heart but Harry was worth the risk. Because he was Harry, her Harry, and she was sure that no matter what happened that night he would still be her best friend.

When she reached the door, Harry had now sat on the porch. His black tousled hair, his stiff shoulders, the shirt too big for him and his hands clasped above his knees... She couldn't see the expression from where she was behind the door and she was very afraid to open that door but she did. She had spent many years at Harry's side to worry about her own appearance in this night talks, her hair was also messy and she surely had a horrible face for not slept well, her own old pajamas consisted of simple pants and a Chudley Cannons T-shirt that Ginny had lent her. Harry didn't said nothing when she sat at his side but she thought that he tensed up a little at her presence. That was new. The both of them were comfortable with the other presence. But she didn't said nothing too, she wait patiently.

-You should be sleeping -he said without looking at her.

-It's hot -she answered without looking at him either.

He nodded and removed on his sit, he was so uncomfortable right now and she was willing to know why. Didn't he trust her anymore? That thought hurt her heart but she didn't show it.

-What are you doing here? -she asked now.

For some reason looking at each other was prohibited right now but she wanted to look at him and say to him that she still wants to be his friend no matter what. But she didn't. She wait for him to talk about what happened because Harry never pressed her to talk to him, he always made her sure that he was right here for her and she wanted to do the same for him.

-I... -he coughed- Um... I can't sleep -he answered but that wasn't the answer she was looking for.

-Me neither -she smiled still looking at the Weasley's garden- Nightmares? -she asked carefully because that was an option, his nightmares with Voldemort were starting to be recurrent.

-No, not today -he shook his head, looking at the ground suddenly shy with Zoe's closeness.

What was happening to him? He was always so comfortable around her and now... Just for this stupid soulmate thing. He wishes things were easy again like when they were eleven and they were worried about the philosopher's stone or that chambers of secret thing... Merlin, even rescue Sirius or the Triwizard Tournament were more easy than this. Because the adventure, the fear, the adrenaline, the action was way more easy that feelings. Feelings were not his forte, it was Zoe but he can't ask her now even if she was sitting next to him.

He always thought about Zoe like a little sister not only because she was two months younger than him but because they have grown together helping the other in the way. She was so cheerful and stubborn and reckless and she always put her heart into everything she did that he feared that someday she wouldn't have enough for herself... At some point in his life she became an important part of his everyday in a different way as Ron and Hermione were but he couldn't said what kind of different because the feeling of her at his side was just right. Cho Chang didn't feel right, she felt new and exciting and disappointing at the end... But she... She was much more scary than anything he had ever done in his life. It was a different kind of fear than the one he felt when facing Voldemort; at the end of that she ran to hug him trembling from the fear she had felt for him. Now he didn't know if she would hug him again.

Because she was two months younger.

She didn't know who her soulmate is.

And her name was written in his chest.

Zoe Black-Tonks.

Even if she was his soulmate there was a possibility that he wasn't her soulmate. And he couldn't live without her at his side if he show her the name and two months later she woke up with another name on her body.

-What are you thinking about? -she looked at him with her innocent smile and those eyes full of love.

Oh yes, he knew how to differentiate the different looks from her. Just a glance into her eyes and he knew if she was angry or hiding something. And right now she was showing him how much she cared about him and she wanted him to be happy and he didn't know how that look that always calmed him was crushing his heart now.

-Nothing -he lied because he was a coward- Just how lucky I am for having a friend like you.

She smiled embarrassed and looked back at the front but he kept looking at her smiling fondly and making her blush, he thought she blushed for the compliment but little does he know that she blushed at his smile that stole her heart again. Her brown straight hair was as messy as him, her grey eyes shining and she was keeping a smile. He looked at the front too, losing his smile and feeling that nervousness again. This feelings thing was driving him crazy.

-If I am that amazing friend you said... -she started in a smug tone before looking seriously at him- you would know you can tell me anything.

-But I know that -he quickly answered without doubt, turning to look at her frowning and then he took her hand- Zoey, you are the person I trust the most in the world. Don't doubt about that.

She looked at their hands and back at him in a blink, determination in her eyes but there was something else he can't define. Since when he can't read her?

-So why don't you tell me what worries you?-in her voice she showed some of the fear she felt but she hoped Harry didn't notice.

It took him a few seconds to respond but he didn't release her hand when he did.

-I think... I need a moment to understand this first -he said sincerely because he had always been honest with her and he would not stop being it now, it would not be fair.

She remained silence for a moment, she thought about it looking at their hands and then she smiled. He was still her Harry.

-I'm here -she said smiling confident now.

-I know -he smiled fondly- You're always here.

-Don't forget about it -she threatened without losing her smile and he thought she was so incredible that he was really lucky for having her.

-Believe me, I wouldn't.

She got closer to him because her place wasn't away from him, her place was right next to him. She kissed his cheek and rest her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. They did this a lot of times since they were kids but recently he started to feel like this was just something special they had. Because he can hug Hermione too but it wasn't the same. His heart was not beating the same way.

They stayed like this a while: she closed her eyes and he caressed her arm, his fingers moving up and down making her goose bumps. At some point she looked for his other hand and he gives it to her smiling. With her like this he didn't feared anything. Or almost.

He was starting to feel that nervousness again.

-There's a name -he said breaking the silence and stopping the caresses.

-I know -she answered without opening her eyes- You just turned sixteen in front of me.

She wishes he wouldn't spoke at this moment. It was their moment. She was perfectly fine feeling him at her side and now her head was a mess again.

-It's a nice one? -she asked anyway because she was her best friend first.

-The most beautiful I've never seen -he answered without thinking and he felt like a fool immediately.

She also felt like a fool for enjoyed his caresses when he already had a soulmate. And from the way he spoken, he already know who is and he was delightful with that. She never heard him talking like that before with anyone.

-You're lucky then -she removed her head from his shoulder but did not find the strength to remove his arm from her shoulders- It could be a weird one and you would have to walk around with that in your body.

He laugh at her joke but she didn't. She was preparing herself for this and psyching up not to cry. It wasn't fair if she started to cry in front of him at the most important moment in his life.

-Yes, I'm lucky... -he was thinking how to said this- It's in a discreet place too...

-Oh my god, it's in your ass! -she looked at him so surprised and they remained silent for a few seconds.

And then they started laughing so hard that he didn't see the tear that escaped from Zoe's eye. She took the opportunity to get away a little, just so that he did not suspect, and looked at him while he was still laughing. And when he looked back at her with his fondly smile she blushed at the overwhelming feeling that surrounded her. Merlin, she was so in love with him.

- I love you -he whispered without thinking.

The both of them were surprised about this words.

He didn't want to say it like that! He was a stupid who didn't know how to keep his mouth shut! Now she would said she think of him like a brother or would evade this saying that they should wait 'till her birthday to know if he's her soulmate and then he would lose her even like a friend.

Meanwhile, she went blank. What did he just said? He said what she think he said? But what with the name!? He said it like a friend? You can love your friends, it's a kind of love, didn't it? Did he mean that kind of love? But he whispered like he really mean...

Neither of them said anything for a while. He was so feared right now and she was so confused at the time... But she thought it was her turn to talk even if she didn't want to.

-Love like friends? -she asked slowly, scared, caring not to have any hope from this, but then she can't stop talking because of the nervousness- Because you can love a friend, that's not weird, and we're like brothers, we have grown together, it's natural to love each other like brothers do even if were not really brothers but it feels like that, right? Do you remember when...

-It's not that kind of love, Zoey -he interrupted her and she shut up immediately looking at him with a look that he never seen on her and that took away all his confidence but he needed to say it now- It's... Like a soulmate kind of love... It's that... ok for you?

She thought she was dreaming, many feelings filling her at the same time and making her cry because she can't contain so much emotions on her chest. Harry started to panic at this point because he made her cry and didn't know how to calm her but she did it for him. She hugged him so tight but this was a different hug: her arms at his neck and his hands at her waist, an intimate feeling surrounding them.

-That's perfect for me -she answered whispering and he shuddered at her breath at his ear.

He was feeling as happy as her at this moment until a thought crossed his mind.

-But, Zoey, it's not your birthday. What if I'm not your soulmate?

They didn't break the hug, in fact he hugged her more because he didn't want let her go. And she solved all his doubts. With a kiss. A lovely, clumsy, inexperienced, wet by her tears, long awaited kiss. One of her hands through his hair, the other on his cheek; one of his hands on her waist, the other stroking her cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb, always taking care of her. When they needed air, they looked at each other smiling.

-You're my soulmate, Harry -she said that with so much confidence that he couldn't not believe her when she looked at him with those eyes full of love.

Damn, he was so in love with her.

-And you're perfect.

She blushed abruptly but didn't look away. He moved to make room for Zoe on the step below him so that she settled between his legs and he could hug her. They sat there, sometimes talking about things like the new course or just enjoying each other's company. They agreed that they would not say anything to the others until Zoe's birthday where she would prove that he was her soulmate. He preferred it that way, for a time this that was beginning to grow between them would be theirs alone and he did not want to share it with anyone. He wanted to be selfish for once in life. She saw it as a time to get to know each other in a different way than they had done until now, a more intimate way. He was still a little worried about what Zoe's birthday would bring but she had no doubts.

Sometimes, you just need to look at it to know that the person next to you it's your soulmate.

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