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prsfphone · 2 years

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miss me | r.l. x reader

word count: 1837

warnings: penetrative sex, toxic!remus, maybe dubcon? (adding it just to be safe), mentions of alcohol/drinking, light degradation, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex

author note: dedicated to lily <3 ily @my-my-only-angel and the WONDERFUL anon who requested remus smut a while back!

“don't be so naive, you know that you are all I see”

remus was watching you from across the pub. sirius, opposite him, winked at you, and you whipped around to face your friends again. they had ordered a round of shots and marlene was counting down from three, and when she got to one, you downed yours and slammed the glass back on the counter. it burned its path down your throat and you tried to trick yourself into attributing the heat in your cheeks to it, but you knew better.

it had to do with remus—his steady eyes tracking your every move.

the last time you’d seen him he’d been demanding; i’m starting to think that you love seeing me mad. why do you want to escape so bad? whose arms can’t you just not wait to run into? in that cool, collected voice of his as you tried to leave, after breaking up with him yet again. he never yelled, but sometimes you wished he would. even then, though—you were biting your lip when you glanced over your shoulder to make sure that he was still watching, a hot feeling unfurling in your belly. it was something like nausea, something like glee, something like arousal.

you’d told your friends you were filled with dread at the idea of him popping up tonight, the way he always seemed to, but the relief that swept through you at the sight of him—tall, lean, scarred, unwavering—called you a liar.

you ordered another shot and used it to try to quell your nerves, your anticipation.

it felt like it took forever before your friends slowly all trickled out the door and into taxis, before sirius left and remus finally sidled up to the bar where you were sitting, straight-backed and bouncing your leg, chewing your bottom lip raw.

worry was etched across his brow, a crease between his brows that you ached to reach out and smooth. “feeling okay, love?” his amber eyes were hot and you shivered.

you drew yourself up straighter, somehow. “i’m fine,” you said, but the words came out too breathless. you cleared your throat and moved to get up, “leave me alone, remus.”

his arm hooked around your waist and he pulled you into him, so close you had to tilt your head all the way back to see his eyes. he tilted his head down and chuckled. “so you like attention, just not from me anymore?”

you jerked back. he wouldn’t let you budge. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he brushed the hair away from your face gently, tucked it behind your ears. “don’t treat me like i’m stupid, love. i see the way you’re dressed—dressed just like a little slut, begging to be looked at, yeah?” his voice was low and even and you tried to break free of his grip again and this time he released you, smugness overtaking the concern on his face when you stayed exactly where he’d put you.

“i’m not dressed like a slut!” you argued back, indignant.

“then why’s every man in here undressing you with their eyes, huh, baby? this is exactly what you wanted.”

you scowled. “you’re not my boyfriend anymore, remus—how i dress isn’t any of your business.”

he laughed. you flushed. “why don’t y’let me give you a ride home, hmm?”

“i don’t need—or want—a ride from you.”

“don’t be like that, love. just want to make sure you get home safe, yeah?”

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remus insisted on walking you to your door. when you finally managed, through shaky, nervous hands, to unlock your front door and turned to say—what were you going to say?—something, anything, to remus, he was swooping down and pressing his mouth against yours.

when you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and opening your mouth for him he murmured, “knew y’missed me.”

you pushed open the door and dragged him inside. you had vague notions of your bedroom but remus was knocking you back onto the couch, roughly pushing your shirt up and lavishing attention on your breasts, sucking on your nipples through the thin lacy material of your bra. you stretched against him, mewling at the heat of his mouth, the weight of his attention on you.

he came back up to your mouth, panting, eyes blown black with desire. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he said it like a curse. he sat up, bringing you with him on his lap. “wanna kiss you ‘til i can’t breathe.”

eager, demanding, you slanted your lips against his, pressed your cunt into the bulge in his pants, whining softly into his mouth. his hand found its way up your skirt, tight as it was, and just a stroke of his knuckle over the soaked fabric of your panties had you shaking.

“knew you missed me,” he said again.

“i didn’t,” you objected, nipping at his lip.

his fingers curl painfully into your skin at the words. “well,” he said sardonically, “at least this little pussy missed me.” his deft fingers pushed the skimpy fabric to the side, his mouth working at your neck, that spot that made you gasp every time. “who’d you wear these for, baby?” before you could answer, some mumbled excuse that they weren’t for him, he continued, dipping a finger, two, into your weeping hole: “you’re so wet, love. dripping down my fingers.” he moved his fingers in and out slowly, ignoring your swollen clit. in a desperate attempt to get closer, you began riding his hand.

he quickly withdrew his hand from your skirt, laid back on the couch and propped his arms behind his head. “why don’t you ride me, hmm, pretty girl? show me just how much your needy little cunt missed me.”

“and if i don’t want to?” it was a pointless question, a waste of breath; you were already undoing his pants, pumping his cock, dragging your thumbnail lightly across the slit just to hear the sharp intake of breath.

“stop bein’ stupid and sit on my cock.”

you crawled up him just a little more, and his hands found your hips, guiding you down onto him slowly. he squeezed his eyes shut, looking as if he were in pain. a high noise you didn’t recognize slipped from you. “rem,” you whined. “‘m so full.”

“move for me, love.”

the sight below you was a familiar one; remus, with his shaggy hair, gazing up at you with those amber eyes as you began moving back and forth on him. you were rocking more than anything else, but he didn’t seem to mind for the moment. the deep, jagged lines of the scars on his face—nine of them, to be exact—scrunched up when you squeezed tight on him after a certain motion hit a sweet spot inside of you. the feel was familiar, too—his hands on your hips, possessive and heavy and warm. his pelvis brushing against yours with each rut.

he reached up and helped you peel off your shirt, undid the clasp on your bra to watch your tits bounce as you began to ride him harder.

tomorrow morning when you woke up next to remus, you’d blame the drinks at the pub, blame him, but, really, you knew better—that something about remus, his face and his body, the way he carried himself and the way he spoke lit you up like a sparkler, like gun powder. it made you press your thighs together and your cheeks hot and remus knew it, too.

you had the thought that you wished the man below was anyone else and simultaneously rebelled at the idea of anyone else. flirting with anyone else—since meeting remus—felt like challenging him. you’d break up with him and curse him but secretly hope he’d chase you. and he always did. chased you the way you were chasing your orgasm—almost lazily, and with the self-assurance that you’d get what you wanted.

but remus wasn’t having it tonight. his hands fell from your hips and grabbed yours, resting on his abdomen, and dragged one to each of his clothed shoulders. the action slid you forward and changed the angle, to which you bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut.

“come on, baby,” he taunted, voice rasping against your skin. “i know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” he bent his legs and began thrusting, roughly, up into you. you tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but remus’ rhythm was too fast for your already-burning thighs and after a few moments of the assault, you collapsed, boneless and pathetic, onto his chest. your face was in his neck, trying not to whimper just to spite him now.

remus was relentless and it didn’t take much longer before you succumbed to him, your orgasm tearing through you, leaving you shaking against him as he didn’t let up. “remus—” you begged, but he only laughed, mocking: “my poor girl—is it too much?”

you were oversensitive from your orgasm still and every thrust felt too sharp, too hot—it was like needing to step away from the fire but preferring to die of hypothermia first.

his hands were splayed across your back, keeping you pinned to his chest, your nipples stimulated with every thrust from the friction of his sweater.

“you let anyone else fuck you like this?” he demanded. “you let anyone else fill this perfect little pussy with come?”

“no-o,” you stuttered.

“such a good girl f’me, baby,” he cooed back to you. “no one knows how to treat this little pussy but me. ‘member that next time you think y’don’t want me.”

he had his hands on your ass and he was hitting a spot that was making you see stars, see black spots. “want you to come—pleasepleaseplease—remus!” you hardly knew what you were saying. you couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach, couldn’t think past his cock so deep in you it almost hurt.

“you want me to come inside you, love? show you who you belong to once and for all?”

“want to feel you—ohmygod—rem, rem—remus—yes, right there! right there! yesyesyes—” if your first orgasm was a firework, this one was a nuclear explosion. it wiped you clean of any thoughts, singed your nerve endings and it was all you could do as remus thrust up into you from below. “so pretty when you come for me, love,” he praised.

It took only a few more thrusts into your spasming cunt before he was groaning loudly, coming in you, filling you until it began leaking out of you, down his cock.

he grabbed your face with both hands after a long moment of nothing but silence and both of your heavy breathing filling the space, encapsulating it almost entirely, and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“knew y’didn’t mean it when you said you hated me.”

#remus lupin #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin smut #maurauders #notsfw #harry potter fanfic #toxic!remus #remus lupin x reader

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singmyaubade · 9 months

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No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: James Potter had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

~ pt. 1: the heartbreak

~ pt. 2: the aftermath

~ pt. 3: the confusion

~ pt.4: the discussions

~ pt. 5: the realization

~ pt. 6: clarity

~ pt. 7: the finale: the makeup

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, angst, soon-to-be-smut, best friends to enemies to lovers

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garlicbreadfanatic · 1 year

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Sirius: hey

Remus close to the full moon: who have you been hanging out with? I can smell cologne on you. It's not mine.

#listen hes possessive but not in a toxic way #sirius is down bad for him dw #wolfstar #possessive remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #marauders era #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders incorrect quotes #remus lupin is possessive #the marauders #queer marauders

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luvfruzsi · 3 months

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I can't really explain it, but you'll understand.

Smut: Wolfstar

Toxicity: Tomarry

Cuteness: Drarry

Angst: Jegulus

#tomarry #wolfstar #james potter #sirius black #remus john lupin #jegulus #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #tom riddle #fanfic #smut #toxic relationship #angst #cuteness

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wulanvansunshine · 2 days

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We are we making wolfstar or jegulus the toxic ship when rosekiller is right there

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #the marauders #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #rosekiller #toxic rosekiller #they’re the perfect toxic ship #argue with the wall #jegulus #wolfstar

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let-roman-bite-someone · 2 days

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i briefly mentioned this in a previous post but i really want to talk about how patton’s growth and how he is trying his best to accept remus as part of the sides, because

he went from reacting like this to remus’s contributions, screaming or looking visibly horrified or telling remus to stop

to just casually replying to remus when he suggested that janus might have gifted him a dead animal.

keep in mind, patton is very fond of animals and these are the kind of thoughts that freak him out, but he showed no sign of distress here nor did he reprimand remus for suggesting such a thought. i’m so proud of him, he’s keeping his promise to thomas.

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acewitch-writes · 1 month

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Fandom decided to make Remus a hyper-masculine dom, and for some reason, this involved stripping him of all of his kindness and softness in the process. Because I guess a character cannot be gentle and kind AND masculine. Only fem characters are allowed to have a character trait as soft as kindness.

If that wasn't bad enough, they also stripped him of any flaw that could be perceived as emasculating. His well-established avoidance and cowardice? His insecurity and passivity? His people pleasing tendencies and self-loathing? His devotion to Dumbledore and his deep admiration (and perhaps envy) for James and Sirius? All gone. Doesn't exist. Fanon Remus is the coolest, smartest, bravest, and most capable of all the Marauders.

Even his appearance was completely altered to ensure that Fanon Remus is just oozing with raw, unfiltered masculinity. This is a topic I am especially heated about as someone who is chronically ill. I relate deeply to Remus because I see my own struggles in the ways his Lycanthropy affects him. It makes him sickly and pallid, he is described as thin and worn down, both from the effects of the disease itself and later from the struggle of keeping himself fed and housed due to the stigma surrounding it.

But Fanon Remus? He's huge. He's buff. He towers over everyone else around him, intimidating and aloof with a cigarette hanging idly between his lips for optimum sex appeal. He is so strong, with his broad shoulders and his rock hard abs, and his Lycanthropy just makes him super fucking aggressive and horny around the full moon. He can lift Sirius up over his head with one arm. He's the Casanova, everyone wants him because he's just so hot and so cool. The fact that he is a werewolf only serves to elevate his primal, masculine allure.

#Remus has become the embodiment toxic masculinity in fanon #he's angry and violent and often depicted as being emotionally abusive towards Sirius #and this abuse is often presented in the guise of comedic relief #which is especially troubling #remus lupin #canon remus defender #I won't shut up until the real Remus Lupin returns from war #the quiet ableism in this fandom makes me insane #marauders era #fandom critical #wolfstar

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arson-onasundaymorning · 2 years

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James: *sits down and rests his legs on Regulus’ lap*

Regulus: Move your legs before I break them, Potter

James: You know, it’s kinda hard to hate you when you’re threatening to beat the fuck out of me all the time

Regulus: *exasperated* I swear to god

Sirius: is anyone else a little uncomfortable right now?

Remus: extremely.

#james potter #regulus black #this was an actual conversation between me and my boyfriend once #jegulus #starchaser #marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius black #moony #wormtail #padfoot #prongs #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #harry potter #wolfstar #toxic love

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marauders-peace · 9 months

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The Whims of Fate

Summary: The big game is coming up and you can't wait to see Sirius fly again. But he seems to be more excited for after the game and just before that he surprises you... While seraph has an internal crisis.

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: past toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious , fake dating

Wc: 2.5k anyone who wants to be tagged, just say so there is always room! And I am sorry if my writing isn't as good in this part :')

Masterlist

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

As we entered the Great Hall for lunch, I could feel the tension still lingering in the air. Sirius was walking beside me, his steps purposeful but his expression stern. The incident with Leander had left him seething, and it was evident in the way he clenched his jaw and the occasional glares he shot in the direction of the Slytherin table.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, unsure of how to address the situation. It was clear that he was trying to maintain composure, but the anger was simmering just beneath the surface. I knew he wasn't upset with me, but I couldn't shake off the uneasiness.

As we settled at the Gryffindor table, I tried to focus on my plate of food, but the tension was palpable. Sirius seemed lost in his thoughts, and I felt like an intruder in his world of frustration. The conversations around us were a mere buzz, distant and unimportant compared to the storm within.

Then, a soft nudge against my shoulder brought my attention back to reality. I turned to see Sirius looking at me, his expression slightly softened. He offered me a small, reassuring smile. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean for things to get that heated."

I managed a weak smile in return. "It's alright, Sirius. I understand why you were upset."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turned his attention back to his food. Despite his attempt to make amends, I could sense the turmoil still swirling within him. It was as if he was battling his emotions, struggling to find a balance between his protective instincts and his desire not to cause further stress.

As I ate my meal, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was so beautiful. How could anyone be so beautiful?

He was putting on a facade of nonchalance, but his clenched fists and furrowed brows betrayed his true feelings. I wished there was something I could do to ease his anger, to let him know that I appreciated his concern.

Meanwhile, a little bit right from us, I noticed Lydia and Maya engrossed in a hushed conversation. Lydia's animated gestures and Maya's attentive nods suggested that they were deep in thought about something. I wondered what they were discussing, but my focus was quickly pulled back to Sirius when he spoke again.

"Are you nervous about the game?" he asked, his tone softer now.

I shook my head, grateful for the change of topic. "Not really. I mean, you are the one playing, so I don't really feel the pressure here. But, I'm excited to watch you play."

He smirked playfully. "Planning to cheer for me?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe I'll just shout 'Sirius Black, you're not as cool as you think!'"

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, you wound me."

We shared a genuine laugh, and for a moment, the tension seemed to lift. It was as if we had managed to carve out a small bubble of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. As lunch continued, our conversation flowed more easily, and I found myself forgetting the unease that had gripped me earlier.

Unbeknownst to us, Lydia and Maya were observing our interaction from afar, their heads close together as they exchanged whispered thoughts. Maya nodded at something Lydia said, and they seemed to be sharing some sort of silent agreement.

Later, as we made our way out of the Great Hall, I caught a glimpse of Lydia's mischievous smile. She winked at me, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were plotting.

As we went on, I couldn't help but look after them. I wondered if they would talk about their feelings, or if they would just ignore what was so obviously there.

"Oh, shit!" Sirius looked at me with an apologetic frown. "I already have to go, because James wants to go over the planning we did. Hope you can forgive me."

I smiled at him. He looked so apologetic like a little puppy that disappointed someone. "Don't worry, I understand. Go you have a game to win!"

He smiled at me and ran up to the field, while I watched him go. Without him, the halls felt empty and at the same time overwhelming full.

I already wanted to leave to the library, because we still had time till the game, when I saw Sirius ran up to me.

He was panting heavily and red like a tomato as he stood before me, like he just played the quidditch game of his life.

"What's wrong? Did you forget something?" I felt like I was missing something here, as he took my hands and smiled at me with a red face.

"Yeah, I forgot something very important." He hold my hands tightly and looked me in the eyes. Something plagued his mind and I so desperately wanted to know what. But it remained a secret behind those beautiful eyes.

"What did you-"

"Wish me luck." he suddenly said. His eyes were avoiding mine and suddenly found the ground very interesting. "Please?"

"You don't need luck," I replied softly, my voice filled with faith in him.

He chuckled, his fingers briefly intertwining with mine. "Maybe, but a little extra never hurts."

I chuckled at that. His eyes found mine and sucked me into them again. His right hand let go of mine and wandered off to my cheek. As he hold me captive in his warm touch, he seemed to beg for something.

"Good l-"

Then, in that moment, when I least expected it, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a kiss. It was an innocent little peck, like he didn't want to do anything wrong. Time seemed to stand still as our lips molded together, and the world faded away. All that mattered was the sensation of his mouth moving against mine, the taste of his lips, and the rapid beat of my heart, which seemed to run a marathon.

He stroked my cheek while softly breaking the kiss. I missed the contact, but was at the same time overwhelmed by the thing that just happened.

He gazed into my eyes, a fire burning within them. "For luck," he whispered, his voice husky.

My cheeks flushed, and I nodded, my voice equally breathless. "For luck."

We stood like that, with intertwined fingers and gazing at each others eyes, for a minute or two, as he cleared his throat.

"I should go."

"Yeah, you should."

But neither of us wanted to let go of each other, our fingers still intertwined. But after one more minute he let go and smiled at me, with this unreadable expression that so often visited his face.

"I will see you after the game right?" he asked and smiled brightly, as I nodded.

"Then see you later, darling."

I looked after him and couldn't control the smile that was slowly creeping on my red face.

You don't need luck, you idiot. I know that you will win. I saw it with my own eyes.

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~1974 Third year. ~

The little girls eyes were shining as she watched. 'Was this fake?' she wondered as her eyes followed his broom. His flying hair in the wind, his bright smile as he beat the ball at one of his opponents and lastly his promising eyes. All of it was beautiful.

The seeker in red should have been the main attraction for the audience, but his best friend was like a shooting star for her. Bright, fast and so out of reach. Hoping he would grant her a wish, she looked at him with a wish written in her eyes.

As she wished for once to be noticed, the girl in green next to her followed her gaze. The girl was angry that her house was losing and she was even more pissed that she was here with her.

This naive girl in yellow, which didn't belong here between the people in green. This clingy parasite with this annoying expression. That begging look not to be abandoned, that made the girl in green reconsider.

Why did she even bring her?

Why was she even friends with her?

The girl in the warm colors of the sun, looked at the star of the field, again with this annoying expression. And the girl in green next to her was jealous as she realized how beautiful the emotions behind this gaze were. 'How can you feel this kind of emotions?'

As their eyes were focused on the star, his best friend's eyes caught the golden ball and his broom was racing towards it. The other seeker slowly realized why the boy was suddenly flying so fast and tried to follow just as fast. But he realized that it was no use. The feeling that he already lost was creeping in and he became even slower.

Then a ball hit him from above and threw him off his broom. The beater Sirius black took the chance to cover his mate. He dodged the ball himself and hit it right towards the green seeker.

"And James Potter caught the snitch!!!"

The Gryffindor audience burst into cheers, while the slytherins were glaring at them. The other beater in green was looking at the boy with the name black and wanted so bad to be better. "Next time you hit him leander." his teammates said, but they knew just like him that that was very unlikely.

The green side of the field was full of anger towards those red prideful bunch of kids, that were so obviously the favorites of hogwarts.

Only two girls seemed to be out of place.

They didn't cheer and they didn't get mad. They were both watching the boy in red and wished.

Yellow to be visible. Green to be yellow.

I smiled, as I thought about the memories. The first game he played and the first I watched. I know that he doesn't need a Goodluck kiss.

I kissed you out of pure desire for you.

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Meanwhile in the slytherin common room

"You are such an idiot, Leander, seriously. You don't stand a chance against Sirius, why did you search a fight with him?"

I shook my head at his silliness. How can someone be so impulsive?

"I just had a little 'talk' with your whisky. How could I have guessed that he would be so angry?" the brown haired boy looked away from me and seemed to pout.

A cold feeling went down my spine. I tried to shake it off, but it came right back. What was wrong with me? Why was I so cold?

"Hey, is something wrong, seraph?" Leander looked at me with worry in his eyes and came closer to me. "You looked like something plagued your mind?"

He seemed to want to stroke my cheek with his hand, but I dodged him. "It's nothing of your concern." I stated, and his hand dropped like a stone. He seemed embarrassed and looked at the ground.

"Sorry."

'Your whisky' he said. Like I owned her. Maybe I did, but not anymore. She is off and has new friends now. Every time I see them, I feel like I missed something in my life. Like I got all of this wrong. Like I got her completely wrong. Like I regretted what I did. What I still do.

Those feelings that she has. This joy that she feels, when she is with her friends. This excitement when she sees Sirius. I never felt any of that.

Why was I so bored of those people around me? Why couldn't I be excited for the things that I had? Why does she have this explosive feelings for Sirius, while I can't make myself feel even excitement?

"I wish I could say i'm surprised, but I'm really not. And that's the thing I most regret, seraph. We were never really meant to be." his eyes bore through mine. Ice-cold. "I think you know that as well."

"Do you miss her?" Leanders soft voice snapped me back to reality. His eyes were gentle, with this strange smile. It wasn't threatening, but I could never really interpret it and it made me crazy.

"Who, whisky?" I tried to laugh the cold feeling away. "Oh, please, why would I miss this parasite? I abandoned her in the first place, sweet Leander." I smiled my usual smile. The i don't care smile that made me feel better of myself. I need to feel better about myself.

He looked at me with that strange smile again. Like he knew me better than I know myself. But he really doesn't.

"You know what I think?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't really care."

But he didn't stop, like he didn't hear me. "I think you're starting to realize that you really care about her and you've lost her. I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it, she's a snake, but I think you're not so sure anymore and you miss her."

"You don't know anything!" But he did not let himself be stopped.

"You're not as untouchable as you think, 'sweet' seraph. In fact, you're still a little girl who whines when she doesn't get what she wants."

"Shut up!" I was screaming.

"That's why you ran after Sirius like a lost puppy. You just can't stand that he doesn't like you anymore."

"You have no idea, Leander! You have no idea how I feel!" Or what I don't feel. "So don't act like you really understand me."

He was quiet on that. But then he looked at me in such an intense way that Sirius never did. And my heart skipped a beat. Why? "Why did you make out with me if you love him so much? Why did you cheat with me if you miss him so much now?"

His gaze held me and there was a fire in them. The evening in which I let myself drown in self-pity came back, even though I tried so hard to forget it. Eventually, though, I managed to turn away. "You need to get to the quidditch field. It's getting late."

There was tension in the air at that, until he finally stood up. He grabbed his things he needed and went to the door, of the slytherin common room. Before he opened it, he looked at me.

"A little whining girl in green."

And then he left.

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jegulus4444 · 8 months

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I love when Wolfstar are unhealthily obsessed with each other since the very beginning

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ marauders masterlist !

toxic!guitarist!sirius gets a little too close to his groupies after your fights. he flirts, gropes, and gives them meaningless kisses for showing support just like he did to you before you started dating to remind you that you’re disposable.

he revels in your huffs and puffs. in the furrowed brows and crossed arms as you watch him pressed against another person, making a show for everyone around. but what could you say? you had broken up.

but after yet another nasty breakup, toxic!bassist!remus had enough. he convinced you to fight fire with fire.

he had you perched in his lap, tongues shoved in each other's throats. one of his hands was groping your ass, while the other held the back of your neck.

sirius shoved the girl sucking on his collarbone away, ignoring her scoff. he eyed your circling hips over his friend's obviously hard cock. your sweet whimpers reached his ears, causing a reaction in him. you're his. no one else's. he widened his legs, feeling tightening in his pants.

remus moved against your heat, relieving the ache in his groin. he swallowed your whine, delivering a quick but hard slap to your ass. he cracked open an eye, feeling his cock jump at the sight of the daggers sirius was shooting in your direction.

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If you are active in fandom spaces— Especially Sander Sides or Hazbin Hotel, I encourage you to read this thread for your own safety!!

There is a user you may know as they have been called out before, that goes by the name Roman Calvary System, Calvary or Roman Calvary, they were previously known as The Trojan Horse Collective or The Trojan Horse System but has since separated that identity from themselves as a Sub-System although I doubt the validity of that claim because they have previously admitted It was simply to seperate themselves from their past.

Calvarys previous partner, Atlas, somebody who also came forward about Calvary and their repeated abuse, has also been allegedly exposed for inappropriate and gross behaviours regarding children and also saying the n word as a white person. While I cannot speak much on the situation regarding Atlas due to my lack of knowledge, I can bring forward evidence I have seen regarding the claims.

However, this post will probably focus more on Calvary as I have been involved with the drama regarding them personally and I know more about it.

Calvary has already got themselves a reputation amongst the Sander Sides community for various abusive and disgusting behaviours- Just some of them being inappropriate exchanges with children (As young as fourteen) Telling people to kill themselves, wishing death upon peoples mother, being racist/racially insensitive. I wish that was the end of the list but It sadly is not. Calvary has also been condemned by Thomas himself personally which there is evidence of in a seperate call out post that I will be linking below, along with all the other evidence of their behaviour.

Something I would like to close down before it gets brought up as an excuse is the infamous ‘I’ve changed’ tactic. Calvary recently made a post on their X (formerly known as Twitter) claiming that they have changed as a person and the drama is from when they were fifteen and they have since bettered their behaviour- This is not true. Calvary has not changed and has not bettered themselves at all and the drama is not just old things from when they were fifteen. These incidents are recent and from this year.

One of these instances being Calvary (Or one of their alters, Remus- An alter you will probably see a lot of here as he is the main perpetrator of most inappropriate exchanges regarding children) attempting to SRP with a literal fourteen year old- Instead of doing the logical thing and refusing to SRP with a minor, they pulled the typical ‘If you’re okay with it’ card, and I mean, sure- Maybe an uninformed minor would be okay with it but why are YOU okay with it as the older person? ‘As long as you’re okay with it’ Why are YOU? That is very creepy and gross behaviour and any decent person would have refused to SRP with a minor, people under the AOC.. cannot consent.. It is your responsibility as the older person to have known better and said no. You should not try to SRP with minors and you shouldn’t be okay with it either.

Another instance regarding their Remus would be an instance where another one of their alters blatantly admitted that Remus finds it funny to make inappropriate comments about people and even FUNNIER when it’s a minor- You know what that makes Remus? A predator, finding it funny to walk all over peoples boundaries and even more so when It is a child is absolutely horrific and taking pleasure in making children uncomfortable is not only disgusting but also blatantly predatory.

Remus has also been harassing, threatening, and finding out personal information about a minor because they came forward about Atlas dating them when they were *eleven* and Atlas was fourteen, I am sure we can all agree that that is not okay and that the age gap is obviously a problem, minors can very well hurt other minors and be in appropriate towards other minors, Atlas should not have gotten into a relationship with an eleven year old at fourteen years old, children are capable of taking advantage of other children, I’m not sure if that was the case here but regardless, you should not date an eleven year old at the age of fourteen. You also shouldn’t call black people the n word. You also shouldn’t say sexual things to minors.

I will be attaching screenshots of these instances below and potentially reblogging with more to the story because there is a LOT! If you see these users, please be cautious of them, especially if you are a minor!

#sanders sides #remus sanders #call out post #hazbin hotel #call out #abuse allegations #predatory behaviour #syscourse #trojan horse collective #Trojan horse system #drama #fandom drama #toxic fan #toxic people

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