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ecliptiz · 4 months

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Request.

Spider recieves messages from the great mother through a female psychic navi (his biggest crush) as he embraces her after a long day of meditation. The gentle touch of her hands drive him through the biggest revelation: he is loved.

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 ╰► SPIDER

Summary - Spider Learned his is love, human or not

Warnings - Neytiri hates spider (though she tolerates him) Cursing. Very short and rushed, was tired.

SPIDER NEVER FELT or understood the meaning of ‘true love’ many of the scientists spoke about in there conversations around the lab, resting in there black rolling chairs, one foot over the other talking about there life’s.

He never understood the feeling, better yet. He was abandoned by his father, his mother was dead. Max and Norm tried hard to treat him like their own, but yet- the love never felt real. It felt to artificial, full of pity.

He wasn’t human, nor was he Na’vi. To wild, acted to much like a Na’vi for the humans. And acted to much like a human for the Na’vi. He was stuck in the middle, not fully wanted on each side.

Yet, he stuck around the Na’vi children, or more specifically the Sully children. The children were the closest he felt to home.

Jake wasn’t as hesitant or aggressive as his mate Netiri. Spider couldn’t blame the Na’vi woman, she had been through much at the hands of the ‘sky people’

Spider could confidently call one person his ‘home’. And it was a Na’vi that went by the name of (Y/N)

She made his body vibrate with nerves, and fresh redness coat his face with ever-time they met eachother. He asked norm why he felt that way once, he had a crush in the words of Norm and Max.

So, Spider found himself sitting in his small dorm like room off to the side of the lab, the blue pain in a small container sitting in-front of him, coating his fingers as he pressed it to his exposed skin.

His hair was down, some of the only times it was free. He had yet to redo it, and was more focused on painting the artificial Na’vi stripes on his skin.

He was interrupted by the hissing sound of the lab door opening, and the soft pattering of bare feet on the labs bare white floor.

He heard something plastic be removed from a clip, and the feet coming close until he was met by the sight of a crouching (Y/N), her tail flicking behind her calmly with a small red flower tied to the end.

He stared at her yellow eyes, watching her pupils widen and her mouth pulling into a gang-filled smile. He should feel intimidated by the fangs that were the size of his pointer finger, but all he could feel was admiration.

He smiled back, moving the paint as she sat down, the bed sipping under the weight as her whole body was bigger than the bed itself.

He felt the familiar flush of red coat his cheeks as he tilted his head down slightly, hoping his hair would hide it.

He could see the tiredness in her eyes, making them droop slightly and her pupils grow as she relaxed.

“You hair.” She said, her voice thick with a Na’vi accent. She pointed to his blonde hair that was down, something she had never seen.

Spider smiled, nodding as he laughed softly. She reached out to touch it, making me sigh at the feeling of her large hands, almost bigger than his head, rubbing his scalp.

“Are you tired?” Spider asked her softly, seeing her eyes droop more as she almost fell asleep just sitting there.

He leaned into (Y/N) like he’s done many times, her heat radiating onto him making him sigh contently. He paused, eyes shutting as he took in the moment, feeling her long strong tail wrap around his leg.

He felt needed, and he felt loved in her arms. Like she was the only one who didn’t only half like him, or fully hated him. The only one who made him feel like he was really there, and not som hated thing someone takes their anger out of.

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ecliptiz · 8 months

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Heyyy do you mind if I make a request? If you don't wanna write this that's obvs totally fine I just wanted to ask and see 💗

Could I ask for peter pettigrew x reader where reader is a little bit apprehensive of him because in thier younger years at hogwarts she fell victim to some of thier pranks and general silliness. Now in the last year of school she's in a class with peter and they have to share a book and so she has meet with him in the common room for working together for this class and she begins to realize that the marauders aren't that bad and somehow squeeze in some mutual pining between pete and reader and maybe the other marauders somehow set them up

(Yes I am aware of the cheesey-ness of this, if you could somehow find a way to squeeze in some angst that would be sublime because I love cute cheesy fics but I also love angst so I'm kind of torn on what I want really just anything with peter would be great if you can 💗🥰 )

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 ╰► PETER PETTIGREW

SUMMARY — Sharing a book leads to a lot of things with the boy you thought you hated.

WARNINGS — CURSING

PETER PETTIGREW, an unassuming figure among the flamboyant constellation known as the Marauders, seemed to carry a perpetual aura of being overshadowed.

In a group where Remus held the enigmatic allure, Sirius radiated a bad-boy magnetism, and James exuded charisma that could light up the entire room, Peter was the quiet comet trailing slightly behind.

He lacked the rebel spirit that made Sirius captivating, the athletic prowess that drew attention to James, or the layered complexity that shrouded Remus.

Instead, he was just Peter — an unremarkable blonde boy with a penchant for sugary treats, indifferent to the allure of books or the thrill of sports.

His life was the epitome of normalcy, from his home routine to his uneventful days. Amid the cacophony of his more vibrant friends, he occupied the role of an exception rather than the rule.

Yet, against all expectations, his gaze started to drift toward a certain girl who possessed an uncanny ability to captivate him, even when her actions seemed trivial to others.

Whether engrossed in her books during class, fiercely competitive on the Quidditch field, quietly rebelling against authority, or simply navigating an ordinary day, she never failed to seize his attention.

For better or worse, she had woven herself into the fabric of his thoughts, casting a spell on his mundane existence and revealing the unexplored shades of Peter Pettigrew.

And there she was, nestled in the warm embrace of the common room, surrounded by the familiar faces of her friends. Her attention was drawn to their lively banter, laughter harmonizing like a soothing melody. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of intense blue eyes were fixated on her from a distance, tracing her every movement.

Meanwhile, those very eyes were the subject of another's scrutiny. Sirius, the audacious one of the bunch, leaned in with an impish grin, his raven-black hair adding to his aura of mischief. "Who ya’ looking at, Wormy?" he chimed, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.

Peter's heart raced, his gaze quickly veering away, panic dancing in his eyes. His efforts to evade Remus and James's knowing looks proved futile, and he was caught in their playful trap. "No one, just the—uh... window, yeah," Peter stumbled over his words, attempting to sound casual, but his furtive glances in her direction betrayed his façade.

James seized the opportunity with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his voice carrying a singsong quality. "Oo…" he cooed, delighting in Peter's discomfort. Unsurprisingly, the attempt to downplay his interest had failed. Peter's vehement denial only fueled their amusement.

Quickly shaking his head, Peter fervently dismissed their assumptions. "No, no 'oo'," he protested, his voice slightly too high-pitched in his nervousness. The length of his blond hair shifted as he moved, and in that seemingly trivial detail, his awkwardness was encapsulated.

"Wormtail likes a girl," James teased, his voice playfully sing-song as his round glasses slipped down his nose.

Remus raised his head from his book, a subtle yet teasing smirk gracing his lips.

"Which one is it? The one with the black hair? Oo, maybe the blonde!" James speculated, his excitement palpable.

“Maybe the (H/C) one?" Sirius chimed in, his gray eyes dancing with mischief. As the blush painted Peter's cheeks, Sirius erupted in laughter, raising his hands in mock celebration.

"It is!" Sirius declared triumphantly, elbowing Remus and pointing in the direction of the (H/C) girl. He turned to Remus with an eager grin. "Who is it, Remus? You're like our walking encyclopaedia."

Remus paused, humming in thought for a moment. "Y/N, she’s in our Potions class," he replied, his gaze shifting to Peter along with an arched eyebrow. "And Peter sits right next to her," he added with a playful edge, knowing well where this was leading.

James laughed heartily as Sirius erupted in cheers, earning a few odd glances from those around them. "Finally! Peter's getting a lady, lads," he proclaimed, mixing teasing with a mock serious tone.

However, the enthusiasm was short-lived as Remus interjected. "I don’t think she likes us," he admitted, dampening their spirits.

The realization weighed heavily, but it was no news to Peter, who had already experienced the brunt of Y/N's indifference firsthand, feeling her pointed glances and cool reception whenever he tried to initiate a conversation.

"Why do you say that?" Sirius inquired, reclining on the couch with his legs spread out and his arms casually draped behind him.

"Do you remember that prank we pulled in our third year? The one involving that paint which turned people neon and made them glow like that for a month?" Remus posed the question, tilting his head in recollection.

Sirius nodded, his expression pensive as he pieced the memory together. James mirrored the same contemplative look.

"What about it?" Sirius pressed, a quizzical eyebrow raised. Remus delivered his response with an exasperated eye-roll. "Y/N was the unfortunate victim. We ruined all her homework, papers, her clothes—everything she was wearing," he recounted, listing the extensive damage they had caused.

As Remus spoke, Peter felt a heavy pang of guilt settle within him, his shoulders slumping in response.

James winced, his lips forming a tight line as he glanced at Peter, sympathy evident in his eyes.

Sirius, on the other hand, hissed through his teeth, his gaze now on Peter. "You certainly picked a challenging one there, Pete," he jested, patting Peter's shoulder with a chuckle.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

PETER FELT A sickening sensation gnaw at his stomach, his nerves twisting into tight knots. He sat in the Potions class, a restless heat simmering beneath his cauldron, which signaled one thing—today's practical potion session.

Beside him sat Y/N, her expression a picture of boredom as she idly gazed at the flickering flames beneath her cauldron. The professor's words cut through the still air, announcing the day's task: a potion-brewing assignment.

Y/N's attention shifted to her satchel, her brows furrowing as she rifled through its contents. She paused, her searching becoming more frantic as she realized her textbook was nowhere to be found. An inward curse accompanied her reluctance to turn to Peter for help.

With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke, her tone tinged with ennui. "I don’t have my book." Externally nonchalant, inside she was churning with worry.

What if Peter had shared her eccentricities with the other Marauders, leading to some sort of bizarre hex? She had heard a rumor from a seventh-year Hufflepuff that they were involved in an eerie cult-like activity within the Shrieking Shack.

On the other hand, Peter was grappling with a jumble of thoughts, his mind a swirling vortex of nervousness. Staring at her, his book hung limply in his hand, his words stumbled and tripped in his mind, leaving him tongue-tied.

"We can, uh... share?" he eventually stammered, inwardly cringing at the crack in his voice. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and he felt himself shrink under her scrutiny, his cheeks turning a shade warmer than he'd have liked.

After a brief pause, Y/N nodded in agreement, shifting closer to him. This simple movement sent tremors through Peter's nerves, his palms clammy and his heartbeat resonating in his ears.

He tried to steady his trembling hand as he opened the textbook, attempting to act natural while his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions.

The professor's voice cut through the air, announcing the next part of the class. "And with your table partners, you will be composing a six-inch essay on the effects of this potion, its consistency, and the brewing process—covering the standard topics."

Peter's heart felt like it had taken a sudden leap, only to plummet back into his chest. Spending extended time with Y/N was both thrilling and terrifying for him.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't help but internally groan at the prospect. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck working closely with a Marauder, especially since their presence seemed to come in a package deal.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Y/N SAT IN the cozy corner of the Gryffindor common room, Peter beside her on the red couch. Books, quills, and scattered sheets of paper were strewn across the table,

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her.

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her. She was acutely aware of the eyes of James and Sirius on them, making her heart race uncomfortably.

Across from them, Remus occasionally looked up from his book, his gentle smile a mixture of understanding and encouragement.

"So, is this one of the effects, or is it for a different aspect?" Peter's voice broke the silence, a seemingly innocent question that held the true purpose of engaging in conversation with Y/N.

She glanced at her book, hiding a small smile. "It says 'effects' right here," she replied, her laughter softening the atmosphere and putting Peter at ease.

"Yeah, come on, Pete," Sirius chimed in, appearing behind the couch with a mischievous grin. He rested his arms on their shoulders, pushing them slightly together.

Y/N stiffened initially, suspicion clouding her expression. However, a deep breath later, she allowed herself to relax. Perhaps Sirius wasn't up to his usual pranks this time?

Peter also eased up, mirroring her movements. The unexpected push from Sirius brought them closer, their shoulders touching.

Sirius released them with a satisfied whistle, striding away as if his brief interference had been entirely innocent. James struggled to suppress his laughter behind his hand, amused by Sirius's antics.

Neither Y/N nor Peter moved.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

FOUR MONTHS, six days, and two hours had elapsed since that fateful day—an interval that hadn't gone unnoticed by Sirius, who was meticulously keeping track.

"Peter, it's high time you made a move," Sirius declared, his expression firm as he stared down at the groggy trio seated on the floor, all clutching their pillows.

Groans of protest filled the room, Remus's voice particularly raspy from sleep. His hair was in disarray, and his eyes struggled to focus.

"Did you have to wake us for this?" Remus complained, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.

"Yes, because for the past two months, you two have been inseparable. Peter can probably recite her favorite shampoo brand by now. Don't you think it's about time?" Sirius's voice held an air of exasperation, his tongue clicking in annoyance.

James let out a long-suffering sigh, closing his eyes and burying his face into his pillow. "Do we have to go through this? Peter's practically sleepwalking at this point!" he protested, gesturing toward the disheveled figure that appeared half-asleep, barely registering the conversation.

"James, remember last year with Lily? You had us going through this every single night!" Sirius retorted, his hair a wild mess as he shook his head.

"I've even got bets riding on this, James. Marlene bet against me, claiming they won't get together this month. And I've staked my hair on it! My hair!" Sirius's voice reached an incredulous pitch as he emphasized the gravity of the situation.

Peter stirred from his half-asleep state, mouth hanging slightly open with a small trail of drool. "Huh? What's happening...?" he mumbled, his speech slurred and drowsy.

Sirius grinned, his grey eyes shining as he shook the boy back and forth by the shoulders. “We’re gonna get you a girlfriend, Pete.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

THEY RELENTLESSLY attempted various schemes to portray Peter as a hero, a selfless gentleman, a smooth talker—anything to capture the attention of the girl he secretly pined for, the girl whose minutest details he knew by heart.

One strategy involved James hurling a bludger in her direction, supposedly for Peter to heroically intercept before it reached her. The outcome? A bloodied nose, an irritated Y/N, a sheepish James, a rolled-eyed Remus, and a barely-contained laughter from Sirius.

Then there was the attempt to make Peter appear exceptionally intelligent. They covertly provided him with answers to questions the professor posed, but alas, he ended up delivering the wrong responses half the time.

They even tried to coach Peter in the art of flirting, an endeavor that concluded with him crashing headlong into a wall while trying to charm Y/N on their way to class, leaving him with a concussion and Y/N understandably perplexed.

As the week neared its end, the boys found themselves somewhat disheartened. Despite their efforts, Peter seemed to have made little progress—assuming they had missed any subtle signs—and their attempts at pet-sitting for Y/N's cat had resulted in scratches all over them.

The cat was clearly not fond of their company.

Peter's mood was gloomy as he sat alone in the library, his posture guarded and defeated. His gaze was fixed hazily on a romance book titled 'A Guide to Love for Dummies,' which he had already read three times over.

When someone sat down nearby, he quickly tossed the book aside, looking up with a mixture of surprise and trepidation, only to meet Y/N's (E/C) eyes.

Startled, he took a shaky breath, his cheeks taking on a reddish hue. A similar change in color adorned her (S/C) skin, puzzling him even further. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear nonchalant as he rested his head on his hand, his other hand resting on his waist—an intended display of casualness that didn't quite go as planned.

His arm slipped, causing his head to thump against the table. Panicking slightly, he shot up straight, clearing his throat again.

"Y/N!" he attempted to deepen his voice, but it cracked embarrassingly.

"Peter." Her smile was warm, her gaze flickering between his flushed cheeks and his sparkling eyes.

"What were you reading?" Her inquiry was accompanied by a glance toward the book he had discarded. Unbeknownst to Peter, she was quite aware of his reading material—she had been discreetly observing him too.

“A- uh..Sports book! Yeah muggle sports book.” He said hurriedly, eyes widening when her hand made its way to rest in his.

“So uh- Peter I’ve been thinking about your little stunts with your friends.” She spoke, her soft voice turning serious.

She had alsways thought the Marauders were stuck up bullies, and that may be true to some extent she had gotten to know them over the time..getting to talk to Remus about things like books, life, walks. Being able to Talk to James, or debate with him about random things, not every getting really mad at eachother. Being able to Talk to Sirius about more Serious things- pun intended- the stars, gossip.

And being able to gaze at Peter when he was doing random things, and feeling a warm feeling in her heart, something that made her head spin , tummy twist and turn and a hard to get rid of smile bloom on her face.

Peter watched her, eyes wide and brows furrowed- lip darting out to wet his dry lips.

“I uh..” she trailed off, taking a deep breath.

Peter thought of all the words Sirius had said to him, what James had said, and pushed them to the side- there advice sucked. But he could rely on Remus’s advice.

And following Remus he did. His mouth moved before his brain, words spilling out. “I like you! Really like you..i like everything about you, i like how your serious face looks, i like your smile and how your eyes look when you do..” Peter continues to ramble about her, all while Y/N listens with parted lips, heart beating in her ears.

And in the end, lips jumbled together, expressed feelings and thumping hearts.

Peter was no longer a figure in the background, he was in the main light to the most important person of his life, he was no longer the full character, he had bloomed.

And instead of a dull flashing star in the night sky, he was one of the brightest, shining amongst the ones he was once in the background for. He was no longer the ‘The fourth Marauder’ he was ‘Peter Pettigrew’

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ecliptiz · 9 months

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omg ilysm for including pete in your marauders series 🥹 so many people exclude him and like, he's just a silly guy 🙁 (i ignore canon like completely 😊)

I also ignore cannon completely, i love young peter and i feel like people forget that he was the rest of the marauders best freinds, even a brother maybe. And I feel like people just cast him aside because of what happened, but for one- young peter is innocent in my mind.

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ecliptiz · 9 months

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EUPHORIC FEELING 2 ╰► MARAUDERS ERA

SUMMARY — The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

WARNING — Cursing, Fem!Slytherin!Reader, Stupid Teenage Boys. (Mostly Just the boys teasing eachother about liking her- next chapter will be more interactions with Y/N)

— › Previous Chapter

JAMES POTTER was practically bouncing with excitement, his energy infectious and filling the room. He sat on his bed, his body practically in constant motion – his leg jittering, his hands running through his hair repeatedly.

Remus, who had been trying to focus on his book, finally let out an exasperated sigh. He glanced over at James with an annoyed expression. "Merlin, James, could you please stop with the fidgeting? It's making me dizzy just looking at you."

Sirius emerged from the bathroom, his black hair still wet, wrapped in a white towel that barely clung to his waist. He raised an eyebrow at James's frenetic behavior. "What's got you buzzing like a Bludger, mate?"

James flashed a mischievous grin at his friends, well aware that his announcement was going to ruffle some feathers. "Well, guess who's got a date with our lovely Y/N?" He teased, reveling in the mix of surprise and envy that rippled through the room.

Peter leaned forward, his blue eyes widening. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, clearly caught off guard.

Remus rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "James, please tell me you didn't ask her out by saying 'Hey, Y/N, wanna go on a date?'"

James chuckled, his excitement still palpable. "Of course not! I was way more suave than that."

Sirius snorted, crossing his arms. "Sure, Prongs, I'm sure your idea of suave is something to behold."

James let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically flopping back onto his bed.

"Knowing James, he probably used his patented Potter charm," Sirius chimed in, a playful smirk on his face. "You know, the one that's been passed down through generations of Potters." Teased Sirius, a dramatic display as he spoke.

Remus rolled his eyes, a mock exasperation in his tone. "Oh, please, like Y/N would fall for that. She's way too smart for that."

James mock-glared at Remus. "Oi, you doubting my skills, Moony?"

Remus just raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with a smirk. "Considering your previous track record, it's not exactly a stretch."

Peter chuckled, leaning against his bedpost. "Yeah, James, remember that time you tried to impress her by juggling cauldron cakes in the Great Hall?"

James's cheeks tinged pink. "I still say the lighting was bad that day."

Sirius burst into laughter. "Or the time you 'accidentally' spilled ink all over her Charms notes?"

James crossed his arms. "Hey, it was just a bit of harmless fun."

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "And the time you hexed yourself by mistake while trying to show off?"

James let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright, I get it. I've had my moments."

James puckered his lips, making exaggerated kissy noises. "Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to snog her from the moment you saw her," James teased, earning a playful eye-roll from Sirius.

“Merlin, You talk about her all the time to James,” Sirius retorted, slipping on his trousers and sweater. "So does Remus—talking about how smart she is in class, or ‘how good she looks when she’s studying,'" he added, mimicking Remus's voice.

“Oi, why am I dragged into it?” Remus chimed in, closing his book and giving them an exasperated look. "Don’t forget Peter, who was staring at her the whole time she was heading over for our potions assignment. He was gazing at her like she was some kind of goddess!" Remus imitated Peter's expression, causing Peter to gasp and protest.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a dramatic gesture.

James mockingly clutched his chest in faux offense. "Oh, the faith in me is heartwarming, Wormtail."

Remus chuckled. "He's right though, Prongs. You tend to get a bit… enthusiastic."

"Enthusiastic? Is that what you're calling it?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, smirking.

James rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I'm not that bad."

Peter grinned mischievously. "Remember that time in Transfiguration when you turned your quill into a bouquet of roses and accidentally set them on fire?"

"Or the time you tripped over your own feet while trying to open the door for her?" Sirius added, laughter dancing in his eyes.

James huffed, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a cocky grin. "Well, tomorrow's going to be different, mark my words."

Remus and Sirius exchanged amused glances. "We'll believe it when we see it, Prongs."

James huffed, furrowing his brows before speaking with an exaggerated tone.

“Oh come on, Sirius, you nearly turned your hair into a bonfire in Potions because you were too busy watching her instead of your cauldron. And Remus here," he pointed dramatically at his friend, "traipses around like an enchanted puppy, ready to fetch her satchel at a moment's notice. And Pete," he turned to Peter, "Mr. Romantic, always slipping her little trinkets like a lovesick first year."

James leaned back with a triumphant smirk, hoping his friends' playful attention would shift away from him.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, and let’s not forget how Remus blushes like a tomato whenever she talks to him. It's like watching a human thermometer go off the charts.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “Well, at least I don’t try to impress her by doing a strip tease like someone we know.” He arched an eyebrow at Sirius, referring to a particularly embarrassing incident from a few weeks back.

Sirius laughed heartily, nudging Remus playfully. “Hey, that was a dare! And besides, she laughed, didn’t she?”

Peter joined in with a grin. “And James, don’t think we didn’t notice you trying to act all heroic when she dropped her quill. I swear, if you puff your chest out any more, you might just fly away.”

James pouted, feigning innocence. “I was just helping her, guys! It's called being a gentleman.”

The boys exchanged bemused glances as the strange buzzing continued, all eyes on James as he produced an odd-looking mask and removed his glasses, fitting the mask snugly over his eyes. His explanation about needing beauty sleep for the next day only fueled their confusion.

"Did he just—" Sirius began, but James quickly shushed him with an exaggerated gesture.

With a collective shrug, the other three boys settled into their respective beds, each drifting off to sleep in his own time. Soon enough, the room was filled with the gentle symphony of snores,

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ecliptiz · 9 months

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can i just say this, your writing is absolutely stunning. i adore it.

Thank you so much!

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EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ╰► MARAUDERS ERA

SUMMARY — The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

WARNING — Cursing, Fem!Slytherin!Reader, Stupid Teenage Boys

IT WAS UTTERLY RIDICULOUS, the whole situation. The green versus the red, like a cosmic joke played out on the grounds of Hogwarts. A ridiculous rivalry meant to separate them, keep them apart like the forbidden fruit that no one dared to touch – or even cast a glance towards.

Yet there they were, the Gryffindors, acting like a bunch of bumbling idiots. Instead of discussing the next Quidditch game strategy, practicing spells, or planning yet another harebrained prank, their thoughts were inexplicably fixated on one particular girl – a girl draped in the very color they were sworn to loathe.

It was almost comical how they tried to mask their fascination with her, like lovesick fools attempting to maintain a façade. They'd shoot furtive glances her way, only to quickly divert their eyes or feign disinterest with well-timed pranks and scoffs.

Remus, concealed his infatuation behind the cover of his books. To anyone passing by, it seemed as if his gaze was glued to the pages. Yet, upon closer inspection, his eyes subtly traced the path of the girl in green as she wandered close to the Black Lake.

Peter, hid his feelings behind his incessant eating. He constantly had something to munch on, whether for himself or to offer to others. As the girl approached, he'd stuff his mouth with food, determinedly chewing to keep his nerves at bay.

His cheeks puffed up, flushed with the hidden fact it was from the sight of the girl and not the amount of food that pushed the inside of his cheeks to the limit.

James was an embodiment of chaos when it came to concealing his feelings. Subtlety was an alien concept to him. Whenever he found himself in her presence, he was like a bull charging through a china shop, ready to declare his affection to the world. His friends often had to physically restrain him from belting out his emotions in a grand display.

On the other hand, Sirius was a master of disguise. He carefully kept his gaze from constantly following her every move, a feat that required considerable effort. Instead, he channeled his energy into extravagant sighs and dramatic gestures in front of his friends, particularly when she was around.

Even when she wasn't, he maintained his over-the-top persona, hoping to capture her attention, if only for a fleeting moment.

But one day, all their efforts at subtlety seemed to shatter with just one word.

Remus Lupin charged into their shared dorm room, his hair wild and his eyes wide, flushed cheeks adding to his disheveled appearance. Instantly, his friends abandoned their respective activities.

James and Sirius halted their game of exploding snap, and Peter shifted back to his human form from his rat Animagus form, his small figure now standing upright.

"Merlin, mate, what happened to you?" Sirius teased with a chuckle, amusement lacing his voice. Remus did indeed look like he had been through a storm. His sweater was askew, trousers wrinkled, and his hair seemed to have battled a gusty wind.

"She's coming to our dorm," Remus announced, his breath coming out in uneven bursts, his chest rising and falling as if he had just completed a sprint.

"Who?" James inquired, his brow furrowed, his round glasses perched crookedly on his nose, and his attire limited to a pair of trousers.

Sirius shifted his attention from James to Remus, his curiosity piqued but still mixed with confusion.

Remus took a deep breath before practically exclaiming, "Y/N!" His voice cracked with the intensity of his announcement.

At Remus's revelation, the other boys sprang to their feet, and Peter emitted a small squeak of surprise. "Merlin, mate, you can't just drop something like that!" Sirius interjected, his words rapid.

James surveyed the dorm room, recognizing the chaos: clothes strewn haphazardly, wrappers and papers scattered across surfaces, and an unmistakable scent of body odor permeating the air.

"Why?" Peter chimed in, his voice tinged with confusion as he unconsciously began tidying his own area, his blue eyes reflecting his bewilderment.

Remus let out a rushed explanation, his words tumbling over one another, "Well, we've got this project for our NEWTs class, and she asked if we could collaborate in our dorm, and I kind of panicked and blurted out 'yes'!"

"And why in the name of Merlin's saggy left—," James began, but his language abruptly shifted as he looked around the cluttered room, "—sock would you do that?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression, "Mate, I thought your legendary Marauder pranks and smooth demeanor would have extended to handling a simple invitation."

Peter chimed in with a shrug, his rat-like tendencies showing, "Yeah, you usually handle stress by wolfing down chocolate frogs and giving our transfiguration notes a menacing glare."

Remus sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, "Well, this time I couldn't exactly employ those tactics. Besides, we're supposed to be responsible adults, remember?"

James let out a half-hearted laugh, "Oh right, responsible adults who are about to introduce our dorm's chaos to an unsuspecting soul."

Sirius grinned, "Well, at least it'll be an adventure. Who knows, Y/N might end up joining our ranks and become a honorary Marauder."

Peter chimed in with a snicker, "Or she might run out screaming and never speak to us again."

"Well," James trailed off, taking in a deep breath and puffing out his chest. "We cannot, under any circumstances, allow her to witness the chaotic state of this place. So..." He spoke with an air of authority, his eyes dramatically narrowing as he shot the other boys a sly grin.

And just like that, James Potter transformed into a mother on a mission during a spring cleaning spree.

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Y/N WASN’T entirely sure what to anticipate upon entering the marauders' dorm room, but the fragrance of lemons mingling with the soft glow of candles placed on every available surface certainly caught her off guard.

The beds were immaculate, and there wasn't a towering heap of rubbish that might have hidden a lurking trash monster, as she had half-expected.

It was a vision of order, a far cry from what she had imagined. Yet, she ventured into the room with cautious steps, her green robes contrasting with the predominant red hues of the decor. She clutched her book and satchel tightly, containing notes, ink, and quills. Each step was cautious, as if the wrong move would trigger a cascade of pranks.

Additionally, Y/N wasn't prepared to find Sirius Black and James Potter... reading. The sight almost caused her heart to skip a beat out of sheer astonishment.

And they appeared well-groomed. It was a departure from the usual view of James with his unruly brown curls and Sirius with his perpetually tousled black hair.

Their outfits seemed carefully chosen too. Instead of their customary half-done ties and rumpled robes, they were wearing oddly formal clothing for being in their dorm room.

Suppressing a chuckle, she ignored the apparent disappointment on Remus's face when his gaze fell upon his two best mates. Meanwhile, Peter was sprawled out in his bed, his head buried in the covers, presumably fast asleep.

"Uh... so, where should we start?" She directed the question to Remus, feeling a bit awkward. Remus seemed momentarily lost, his attention momentarily consumed by her features, his own body heating up.

"Right," Remus eventually replied, tugging at the hem of his sweater as he moved towards the desk. He indicated for her to take a seat while he perched on the corner of the desk.

"We're supposed to write a seven-inch essay on Amortentia – its effects, how it's made, the whole lot," Remus explained, his eyes fixed on her with a keen intensity. He attempted to shake himself out of the daze that seemed to settle over him every time he looked at her.

In the background, he heard suppressed laughter, recognizing that Sirius was imitating him while Y/N's attention was on him, and James was doing something similar with giggles.

"Right..." she trailed off, her eyebrows arching slightly as she shot a playful yet quizzical look towards the source of the giggles – the other two boys in the room.

Remus cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with a light pink as he shifted his attention back to the task at hand. "So, um, the essay. We could start with the history of Amortentia and its usage over the centuries."

Y/N nodded, relieved that the focus had returned to the assignment. "Sounds good. And then we can move on to its effects on individuals and relationships."

Y/N's focus remained steadfast on the task at hand, despite the playful antics of James and Sirius. Remus, on the other hand, seemed to be getting slightly exasperated as he attempted to concentrate.

"Guys, seriously," Remus huffed, trying to hide his amusement. "We're trying to work here."

James let out an exaggerated sigh, his eyes widening innocently. "Oh, I'm sorry, Moony. Did we interrupt your riveting discussion about the history of love potions?"

Sirius chimed in, grinning mischievously. "Yeah, because we all know how exciting that is."

James grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sauntered over to Peter's bed. "Is Wormtail seriously sleeping?" he exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, leaning over to inspect the lump that was Peter.

Sirius couldn't resist the opportunity to play along. With a dramatic sigh, he raised his hand as if to answer a question. "No, no, I'm Sirius," he chimed in, a sly grin curving his lips. He burst into laughter when James retaliated by flicking a pillow at him.

Y/N's concentration was momentarily broken as Sirius dramatically threw himself onto Peter's bed, causing a yelp and a sudden movement from Peter.

She glanced over, her eyes widening at the unexpected commotion. Remus shot Sirius an exasperated look, shaking his head in disbelief at the antics.

Peter, now wide awake, blinked rapidly, trying to process the sudden chaos that had unfolded around him.

He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Sirius with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Merlin's beard, Sirius, what's gotten into you?" he grumbled, his voice still groggy from sleep.

James, unable to resist the opportunity to join in, grabbed another pillow and playfully whacked Sirius on the back. "You're worse than a blast-ended skrewt," he teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

Y/N let out an amused chuckle, shaking her head as she returned her focus to the book. The boys' attempts to capture her attention might have been over the top, but it certainly wasn’t unwanted.

As the hours passed, Y/N remained engrossed in her reading and note-taking, occasionally exchanging ideas and thoughts with Remus.

The two of them worked together in a surprisingly synchronized manner, their focus strong in the way they discussed the various aspects of Amortentia's effects.

Meanwhile, James and Sirius continued their playful attempts to catch Y/N's attention, their antics ranging from exaggerated yawns to whispered commentary on the material being covered.

Remus seemed to be handling their disruptions with a mix of patience and exasperation, occasionally shooting them disapproving looks that were met with innocent smiles or exaggerated expressions of innocence.

Peter's silent observation remained a constant throughout the day. He found himself captivated by Y/N's presence and the easy way she interacted with his friends.

Her passion for learning and her ability to remain composed in the midst of the boys' shenanigans intrigued him. While the others vied for her attention, he preferred to stay on the sidelines, content to watch her from a distance.

Despite the interruptions, the collaborative effort produced tangible results.

The essay slowly took shape, combining Remus's meticulous writing with Y/N's well-organized thoughts. By the time the sun began to set and the golden light filtered through the curtains, they had made significant progress.

As they wrapped up their study session, Y/N stretched her arms above her head, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Remus let out a content sigh, rubbing his tired eyes as he glanced at the nearly completed essay. James and Sirius finally relented in their attempts to distract Y/N.

As Y/N packed up her belongings, her conversation with Remus took on a more serious tone. They discussed the final touches for the essay and set a plan to complete it by the following Tuesday.

Remus handed her the items she needed and watched her straighten her robes, giving her a warm smile as she waved goodbye to the others in the room before leaving.

However, as soon as the door closed, the room erupted in laughter. Sirius couldn't hold back his amusement, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he mimicked Remus's voice, repeating his words, "'So next Tuesday'."

James, always ready to join in the fun, pushed up his glasses with a grin. "Come on, Moony, we thought you were better than that."

Remus's cheeks were still tinged with pink as he shot them a glare. "As if any of you would do any better. The first time she tries to talk to you face to face, you'll all be blubbering fools."

James opened his mouth to retort, but Peter chimed in with a dreamy look on his face. "Honestly, I can't believe she was here in our room." He flopped back onto his bed, his voice almost swooning as he buried his face into the pillow.

Sirius raised an eyebrow playfully, nudging Remus with his elbow. "Did you see the way she looked at you, Moony? It's a miracle you managed to speak at all."

James leaned against the wall, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. "Yeah, next time, maybe just stick to writing love notes. Might be safer."

Remus sighed, rolling his eyes at his friends' teasing. "You're all insufferable."

Peter lifted his head slightly from the pillow, a cheeky grin on his face. "But you love us."

Remus couldn't help but crack a smile at that. "Unfortunately, I do."

Sirius grinned, leaning against a desk as he looked toward the ceiling. "I can't deny it, mate. We might as well be first years all over again, fawning over a pretty girl."

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It's not like that," he muttered, though the pink tinge to his cheeks said otherwise.

James chuckled, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah, Remus is just tutoring her in more ways than one."

Remus shot James a narrowed look, his amusement evident. "Oh, come on, James. Don't pretend you wouldn't be blubbering to us about her if you were in my shoes. You'd be going on about how her eyes sparkle or how she looks when she smiles." He teased, earning a laugh from the others.

Sirius, always one for pushing the boundaries, chimed in with a devilish grin. "Oh, if I had a project with her, it wouldn't be potions we'd be brewing, if you catch my drift." He lowered his voice suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as he spoke.

Peter, caught in between the banter, rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Remus simply stared at Sirius, shaking his head in mock disbelief. James, on the other hand, nodded with a cheeky grin. "He's got a point there."

Laughter echoed through the room as the teens teased each-other, there minds lingering on the girl in Green.

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𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 ╰► REGULUS BLACK

Summary: He loves you, you can’t love him.

Warnings: Angst, hope it makes sense, kinda a Jo, Laurie situation- idk I’m making it up as it going.

MASTERLIST

THE WIND, A WILD symphony, entwined with your hair, embracing it with icy fingers, jerking you awake from the haze of your weary steps.

There stood Regulus, raindrops tracing delicate pathways down his raven curls, while his pale countenance and freckles beckoned your gaze like constellations in the night sky, inviting you to map their secrets as the great artists would.

His dark, searching eyes locked onto yours, the tempestuous wind causing them to squint, yet never wavering from their connection to your soul. In the depths of his irises, emotions swirled like a celestial dance of northern lights, blending frustration, fear, and an unspoken tenderness that tugged at your heartstrings.

As you turned to face him, a fragile smile graced his lips, an intricate facade that conveyed a myriad of emotions too profound to fathom.

"No," you whispered, your voice a trembling echo, as if betrayal had slashed through your very core.

"Yes," Regulus responded, his voice carrying a soft determination, while his pallid fingers reached out for you, reaching for solace amidst the storm of emotions. But you retreated, your heart torn, unable to discern whether your eyes stung from the rain's bitter assault or from the torrent of feelings crashing upon you.

Regulus pressed on, his heart laid bare, his body reaching out to her despite the biting wind and drenching rain. His eyes, like two wounded stars, yearned for her understanding, as he faced the bewildered expression of the woman he loved, the one who held his eternity within her grasp.

He would stand by her side, shape himself into perfection to match her desires, if only she would agree to spend lifetimes intertwined with him, to wake up every day to the vision of her face.

He longed to trace every detail of her being, counting the freckles, cherishing each blemish, and admiring the small scars that adorned her skin. He wanted to feel the intricate texture of her existence, from the softest touch to the most subtle creases.

"We gotta have it out, Y/N!" His voice pleaded, cracking with the force of his emotions, desperate for her to meet his gaze and bridge the distance that separated them.

Her response was firm, her voice strong yet strained, as she backed away and turned away from him, her eyes avoiding his gaze. The stars shimmered above, a silent witness to the tumultuous struggle of their hearts.

"Please, no... Regulus..." Her words were laden with pain, a silent plea for him to relent, but his love was an unstoppable force that had consumed him entirely.

With every step she took, he followed, walking sideways, never letting her out of his sight. It was uncharacteristic of him, to chase after someone like a lovesick puppy, but she had bewitched him, creating a sanctuary of serenity amidst the chaos of his world. In her presence, the cacophony of life dulled to a hush, and he felt an unfamiliar sense of safety.

Her pleas continued, her voice breaking with every utterance, as she tried to create a chasm between them, yearning for the earth to swallow her whole.

Regulus couldn't contain the words any longer, his voice strained and vulnerable, confessing a love that had taken root long ago. "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N. I couldn't resist it, no matter how hard I tried." His neck tensed, the struggle evident as he fought to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatened to consume him. He locked his eyes on hers, longing for a connection that transcended the physical realm.

But still, she begged him to stop, her voice breaking as she increased the distance between them, seeking the vast expanse of an ocean to shield her heart from the intensity of his affection.

She finally turned to face him, her nose and eyes red from tears, her trembling lips revealing the depth of her emotions. The wind continued its relentless dance, brushing against her tear-stained face, while the rain continued to pelt down around them.

Regulus pointed back and forth between them with fervor, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers, a gesture that seemed to ease the tension in his body, if only slightly.

"I've tried to show you, but you wouldn't let me! And that's alright," his voice strained, curls swirling in the tempestuous air. "No, no," she murmured, her voice interweaving with his, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of emotions.

His brown curls clung to his forehead, his eyes a mosaic of feelings, swirling like a tempest within gentle meadows. His body remained tense, his gaze unwavering, as if he could glimpse into the very depths of her soul.

"But I need to know now. Give me an answer because I can't bear this any longer!" His voice cracked under the weight of his plea, his eyes searching hers desperately, his soul yearning for her acceptance.

His nose was red, and his eyes were lined with the aftermath of tears, reminiscent of the soft snow that blankets the ground in winter. Yet, he refused to allow any more tears to fall.

She bowed her head, the whipping hair a temporary shroud that concealed her tear-filled eyes. Her hands clutched tightly at her own clothes, a futile attempt to anchor herself against the overwhelming surge of emotions.

"Please... please," her voice wavered, raw and strained, each word echoing the agony of her heart. Her instincts drove her to create more distance between them, as if trying to protect herself from the torrent of feelings that engulfed her.

"I made sacrifices for you! I gave up important things, everything you didn't like, and I don't regret it!" His body leaned forward, tension radiating from every fiber of his being. His eyes remained tightly shut, battling to retain his composure. However, the torrent of emotions was overpowering, and a faint spray of spit escaped from his lips, unnoticed in the deluge of rain.

As she retreated further, curling into herself, she wished she could escape, to be left alone amidst the relentless downpour.

"It's alright! I waited patiently, never complaining..." His voice faltered, his eyes desperately seeking a glimpse of understanding in hers, yearning for some sign that would validate the intensity of his feelings.

His emotions were laid bare before her, like vivid paint splatters on a once pristine canvas, now marred by the chaos of their emotions. He longed for their connection to be as vibrant and true as those raw brushstrokes, but the canvas of their love remained elusive, fraught with uncertainty and fear.

He paced back and forth, his voice breaking with each syllable. "Because I..." His words were choked with emotion, and he lowered himself slightly to try and meet her downcast gaze.

"Because... you know, I thought... I hoped you love me too, Y/N." His restless movements mirrored the turmoil in his heart, as a raw pain swirled through the dark depths of his irises. He longed for a future with her, to experience all of life's milestones together, to be each other's last and first in every moment.

He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to fall asleep in her arms every night. He envisioned sharing meals, creating cherished memories, and savoring the small, beautiful moments of life as they painted their love story together. Every fiber of his being yearned to reveal the entirety of his heart to her, and that was precisely what he was doing in that vulnerable moment.

His heart felt like a canvas stuck in a mix of vibrant paints, and she held the brush that could complete the masterpiece. He entrusted her with the power to shape their shared destiny, to blend their colors and create something more profound and beautiful than he could ever fathom alone.

In his eyes, love and longing swirled, a vivid kaleidoscope of emotions that yearned for reciprocation.

His footsteps imprinted muddy marks on the rain-covered grass, mirroring the tumult of emotions that stormed within him. "And I realize I'm not half good enough!" His voice cracked with the weight of his inadequacy, yearning to be deserving of her love, to hold her attention unwaveringly.

He was willing to change, to transform himself completely for her, at the slightest beckoning of her fingers. He didn't mind the vulnerability of such surrender if it meant being with her.

"And I'm not this great man!" he confessed, his voice trembling. Yet, before he could dwell in self-doubt, she interjected, speaking the words he so desperately longed to hear. "Oh yes you are!" Her voice chimed in harmony with his, drawing herself closer to him.

As their bodies moved nearer, their hearts beat in tandem, his eyes revealing the weariness of a soul seeking solace.

"I am so grateful to you, you are too good for me, you are a great deal!" she proclaimed, her finger pointing towards him as if marking the epicenter of her affection. With each passing moment, their proximity grew, and the distance between them became infinitesimal.

"I don't know why I can't love you! I want to, but I don't know how!" Her voice quivered, her body shivering from the cold and the overwhelming sensation of his warmth, tantalizingly close yet just beyond reach. Her eyes searched his, desperately seeking an answer to the enigma of her heart.

His eyes, like celestial orbs, held a universe of emotions that captivated her entirely. She had never been interested in stars..until they were found in his eyes.

In that suspended moment, everything around them faded into the background. The rain's gentle patter became a mere hum, drowned out by the intensity of their emotions.

Regulus was lost in the impulse, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed tenderly against hers. The softness of their kiss conveyed a depth of feeling that transcended words. His hands sought to keep her close, gripping her cheeks gently, as if afraid that she might slip away.

Her fingers tangled in his damp curls, a mix of pushing and pulling, torn between pushing him away and drawing him closer. Yet, an undeniable connection held them together, as if their souls recognized the truth in their shared emotions.

When they finally parted, his breath came in soft pants, his forehead resting against hers. His lips brushed against hers with the softest of touches, and their noses bumped in a display of intimacy that was both tender and electric.

"Please, let's learn together," he murmured, his voice laden with hope and vulnerability. He held onto her, afraid to open his eyes, fearing that this could all be a fleeting dream.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed lightly. A timid nod conveyed her acceptance, her willingness to explore this uncharted territory of love together.

In the quiet embrace, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them entwined in each other's presence. The rain's gentle rhythm was a subtle symphony to the harmony they had just discovered.

Regulus dared to open his eyes, and as he gazed into her own, he found a reflection of his emotions mirrored in her depths. He saw uncertainty mingled with the tender spark of hope, a mixture of fear and longing that resonated with his very being.

"I've never felt like this before," he whispered, his voice a fragile admission of the profound impact she had on him. "You make me want to be better, to be worthy of your love."

Her fingers caressed his cheek, her touch conveying a silent reassurance that he didn't need to be perfect, that she accepted him as he was, flaws and all. "You are worthy," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that wrapped around his heart like a comforting embrace. "We'll learn together, and we'll figure it out."

In that moment, they both knew that their journey had only just begun. They were no longer alone, no longer adrift in their emotions. They had found an anchor in each other, and together they would navigate the uncharted waters of love and vulnerability.

With each passing moment, their connection deepened, their souls painting an ever-evolving masterpiece of emotions. The rain continued to fall, but they stood there, soaked through, yet feeling nothing but warmth in each other's presence.

As they walked hand in hand, leaving behind the rain-soaked grass, they knew that life would still present its challenges, but now they faced them together.

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MARAUDERS╰► PINTEREST BOARD’S

Including ➛ James Potter, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape & Peter Pettigrew

James Potter ➛

( ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ - Qᴜᴇᴇɴ )

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— The haunting notes of the music filled the room, an ethereal melody that seemed to emerge from the depths of another world. The scent of coffee hung in the air, intertwining with an enigmatic fragrance, as if an ancient secret was concealed within it. A gentle breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, causing the crimson curtains to dance mysteriously, hinting at unseen forces at play.

The music player, seemingly of its own accord, played the song at a tempo that defied time, as if tapping into a forgotten rhythm from an age long gone. The lyrics, soft and almost whispered. In the midst of the room stood a figure wrapped in an red sweater – tufts of curly brown hair framed a face adorned with round glasses and a sly, enigmatic smile that seemed to hold untold secrets.

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Remus Lupin ➛

( ꜱᴛᴀʀᴍᴀɴ - ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙᴏᴡɪᴇ )

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— Crickets ceased their chirping as the haunting hoots of owls pierced the night sky. The eerie symphony of nocturnal creatures echoed through the air, enveloping the Hogwarts courtyard in an otherworldly ambiance. Bathed in the ethereal glow of a half-crescent moon, the once shrouded grassy expanse now revealed its mystical charm.

Amidst the nocturnal enchantment stood a figure shrouded in a tattered brown sweater, the sleeves rolled up to reveal weathered forearms. In his scarred hands, he clutched an ancient book whose pages seemed to whisper forgotten secrets.

A music player, seemingly out of place in this magical setting, perched silently on the ledge of a fountain. From its depths, a haunting melody filled the air, its soft voice cutting through the night like a siren's call.

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Sirius Black ➛

( Qᴜᴇᴇɴ - ʙᴏʜᴇᴍɪᴀɴ ʀʜᴀᴘꜱᴏᴅʏ )

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— The vast common room lay deserted, imbued with an eerie stillness, the only sound a faint echo of a music box's calm but rushed melody that seemed to linger in the air like a ghostly presence.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, the rain outside gently tapped against the windowpanes, adding to the ambiance of mystery that enveloped the room. The night moon cast a dim glow, its faint light seeping through the large window, casting elusive shadows upon the floor.

Party streamers sprawled haphazardly, their once vibrant colors now a faded, chaotic mess. Red solo cups lay strewn on the ground and tables, some still bearing traces of spilled alcohol, while others stood empty, their revelry long spent.

Amidst this post-celebratory scene, a solitary figure reclined on the crimson couch, his body sprawled in a relaxed manner. A black leather jacket hung nonchalantly from his shoulders, accentuating his striking collarbones. With eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar, pulled into a peaceful slumber.

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Peter Pettigrew ➛

( ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛʟᴇꜱ )

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— In the heart of a breathtaking flower field, a gentle breeze danced among the vibrant wildflowers, painting the landscape with a kaleidoscope of colors. Amidst this floral splendor, a boy found his place, nestled in a flattened haven surrounded by the bloom's delicate embrace. His blonde hair swayed like strands of golden silk, mirroring the playful rhythm of the wind.

Beside him, a music player spun gracefully, emanating an enchanting melody that blended soft lyrics and ethereal instruments. The music seemed to weave a spell, harmonizing with the serenity of the scene. As the sun neared the peak of its descent, its warm rays enveloped the boy, casting a golden glow that illuminated the blossoms and breathed life into the entire field.

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Regulus Black ➛

( ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ - ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ )

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— In the dimly lit room, the soft caress of a breeze rustled the dark green curtains, hinting at a world beyond the shadows. A crumpled black blanket adorned the bed, while pillows lay scattered, bearing witness to an unknown turmoil that had unfolded within these walls.

Amidst the enigmatic ambiance, a haunting melody played softly, its origin concealed like a whisper in the wind. The figure of a young boy, his hair as dark and curly as the night, sat perched at the edge of the bed. His slim, pale fingers tangled together, a mystery in their own right, as they gripped his head, shielding it from prying eyes. His shoulders hunched, and subtle tremors ran through his body, like the echoes of secrets yearning to break free.

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Severus Snape ➛

( ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ - ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ )

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— Within the hushed confines of the classroom, a symphony of subtle sounds played in harmony. The occasional scratch of quills, the gentle creaking of chairs, the soft bubbling of cauldrons, and hushed whispers created an atmosphere of focused concentration.

In one corner, a boy stood, a mysterious figure obscured by long, greasy black hair that veiled his face like a curtain. His dark, intense eyes remained fixed on the bubbling potion before him, a cauldron filled with secrets waiting to be unlocked. Methodically, he stirred the concoction, his movements deliberate and purposeful as he added ingredients with quiet precision.

Amidst the ambiance of academia, a soft song played discreetly in the background, the student having sought permission from the professor. The melody floated through the air, its gentle rhythm blending seamlessly with the subdued sounds of the classroom. Soft lyrics whispered in the boy's ears.

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PROBABLY WILL Add as I go on, just things that remind me of these characters, there story’s and things.

Ps. The links are to the Pinterest board, not the song.

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Does anyone have any requests? I’ve kinda run out of idea’s recently

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 ╰► REMUS LUPIN

Summary; Small moments with Remus lupin

Warnings: Not a lot of dialogue, just disruptions.

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THE MORNING greeted the dorm room with a tranquil serenity, as soft rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the crimson curtains.

The harmonious melody of birdsong filled the air, accompanied by faint murmurs of fellow students bustling their way to the breakfast hall.

Inside the room, a symphony of peaceful snores resonated, blending with the chaotic mess that adorned the space. Clothes were strewn about, laundry baskets overflowed with a mixture of clean and dirty garments, and papers intermingled with prank plans.

Wrappers of indulgent treats and empty water bottles littered the nightstand alongside two wands.

A muffled breath escaped the tangle of blankets, followed by the emergence of tousled sandy brown hair, gradually revealing a visage marked by weariness. Slumber clung to the young man's features, his brow furrowing and lips pursing in a sleepy haze.

Traces of healed scars adorned his face, lending a touch of character to his tired countenance. With a gentle groan, he stretched his bare shoulders and chest, the movement exposing his surroundings and the slumbering figure beside him.

Remus, his brown eyes heavy with drowsiness, surveyed the room, his gaze traversing the familiar contours of the other three occupied beds.

His gaze lingered on the slumbering form beside him, a fond smile gracing his lips as he delicately pulled back a corner of the blanket, revealing the peaceful face of his beloved girlfriend.

Her eyes fluttered closed in response to the intrusion of light, her features scrunching momentarily.

A soft chuckle escaped Remus's lips as he reached out, his thumb tenderly caressing her cheek, his eyes tracing every contour of her face with affectionate adoration.

With utmost care, he rose from the bed, making a conscious effort to be as quiet as possible. He traversed the room, heading towards the small closet to retrieve a cozy dark blue sweater, intending to ward off the slight chill in the morning air and cover his bare chest.

Returning to the bed, Remus was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend's eyes meeting his own. Her gaze, still heavy with sleep, held a gentle allure that captivated him.

He couldn't help but reciprocate her sleepy smile, his own eyes conveying a tender warmth.

A soft yawn escaped her lips, her eyes alternating between closing and reopening, as if trying to fully awaken. She lifted the blanket slightly, extending an unspoken invitation for him to rejoin her in the comforting embrace of the bed.

Without hesitation, Remus gladly accepted the silent invitation, slipping back into bed and drawing her close to him.

She nestled her head on his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his breath and the reassuring beat of his heart. His hand ventured under her shirt, tracing gentle patterns on the small of her back, further soothing her.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his blue sweater, seeking comfort and security as you snuggled closer to him. His warm hand continued its soothing motion, gliding up and down your back, eliciting tiny goosebumps that danced along your skin.

The steady rise and fall of his chest, coupled with his tranquil breathing, almost lulled you back into a peaceful slumber. The serenity in his presence washed over you, infusing a sense of tranquility into every fiber of your being.

In a voice coated with sleep and raspy with remnants of dreams, Remus broke the comfortable silence. His accent, thickened by drowsiness."How’d you sleep?" he inquired, his voice a comforting melody.

Not quite ready to engage in conversation just yet, you responded with a gentle hum, your hand absentmindedly toying with a loose string on his sweater.

Nodding against his chest, you released another soft yawn, allowing the embrace and the hazy morning to cocoon you in a blissful cocoon of warmth and contentment.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

IN THE serene atmosphere of the library, the scent of aged paper hung in the air, lending a sense of tranquility to the surroundings.

Nestled in a secluded corner, Remus occupied a table tucked against the wall, shielded by a bookcase that added an extra layer of privacy. His hands cradled a weathered, blue hardcover book, its pages worn with the passage of time.

Dressed in a maroon-colored sweater that draped loosely over his frame, Remus exuded an air of casual comfort. His perpetually messy hair framing his face as he rested his head in his hands, engrossed in the words dancing across the page.

Suddenly, the scraping sound of a chair being pulled back interrupted his focus. Looking up, his concentration shattered, as he was met with the enchanting sight of his girlfriend. She gracefully settled her book bag onto the chair, her hair cascading over her eyes.

Drawn to her effortlessly, Remus leaned forward, gently sweeping her hair back to reveal her beautiful face. The world around him faded as his gaze locked with hers, momentarily forgetting the books and the hushed whispers of other library patrons.

Their eyes locked, and a tender smile spread across Remus's face. "Hello, love," he murmured softly, his voice a warm caress in the quiet library. "How was your day?"

You returned his smile, the softness in your eyes reflecting the affection you held for him. "Long, but it's better now that I'm here with you," you replied- cheesily so, sliding into the chair next to him. "What are you reading?"

He held up the book for you to see. "Defense against the dark arts, some spells I’ve been interested in," he said, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the spine.

You reached out and took his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "No need, you’ve always been good with those type of things," you said.

A soft blush colored his cheeks as he looked down, feeling a warmth in his heart from your words. "Thank you," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "And how about you? How was your day?"

You leaned back in your chair, resting your head against the backrest. "It was alright, busy as usual," you said with a small sigh. "But seeing you here makes everything better."

Remus leaned closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a gentle kiss. "I feel the same way, my dear," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

You released a contented sigh, your heart fluttering as you felt the warmth of his lips lingering on your forehead.

Glancing at Remus, you casually asked, "Heard from Sirius that James got into it with Snape during Hogsmeade yesterday... Did he tell y'anything about that?" A playful smirk danced on your lips as you raised an eyebrow, awaiting his response.

Remus responded with a dramatic gasp, laughter bubbling in his voice as he shook his head. "No, I stayed with you last night, and the boys have been kept in detention all day. Haven't had time for 'em," he explained with a smile, his eyes shining with amusement.

You chuckled softly, settling back into your chair with a shake of your head.

"Those two, can never stay out of trouble, I tell you. First, it's cursin' first years to dangle upside down in the common room, and now, fighting up a ruckus in Hogsmeade... in the Three Broomsticks," you playfully complained, shaking your head with a laugh, and looking at your boyfriend with affectionate amusement.

Remus playfully wagged his finger like a scolding mother, his laughter ringing through the air. "Naughty boys," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You nodded in agreement, a smile playing on your lips. "Y'right, they've even infected poor Peter. Heard from a third year that Filch caught 'em trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest for the fifth time," you recounted, shaking your head at their antics.

"Glad I had to tutor that day, saved me from a detention," Remus replied with a mock serious expression before bursting into laughter.

"Hmm," you hummed, getting your parchment and quill ready for your Potions work. Remus observed you for a moment before returning to his own book, both of you immersed in your respective studies as the peaceful silence enveloped you once again.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

YOU COULD FEEL the effects of the alcohol, a hazy fog clouding your mind as you swayed unsteadily across the makeshift dance floor in the Gryffindor common room.

A red solo cup was tightly gripped in your hand as you clumsily navigated through the crowd of people, trying to avoid the sights and sounds of couples entangled in each other.

Finally, you spotted an empty red chair and plopped down on it, your eyes scanning the room in a daze. A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and you turned to face a guy with sandy brown hair and warm brown eyes. "Y/N, c'mon darlin', that's enough drinks for tonight," he said with a slight chuckle at your wobbly state.

You wrinkled your nose in disgust and backed away, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Do-don't call me that," you slurred, hiccuping slightly. "O-only my boyfriend gets to call me that."

Remus couldn't help but laugh at your drunken state, finding it amusing and slightly offended that you didn't remember he was your boyfriend.

He attempted to take the cup from your hand, but you pulled away, accusing him of playing tricks. Ignoring your protest, he gave you a gentle smile and guided you to a quieter area, away from the party's flashing lights.

As you both entered his dorm room, Remus focused his eyes now that the distractions were gone. He pulled you closer, his voice filled with amusement. "Y/N, I am your boyfriend," he chuckled, guiding you to sit on the bed.

In your drunken state, you shook your head with a slurred response. "N-nuh uh, my boyfriend has better hair than you, I'm sure of that." You plopped down on the bed, your words stumbling out.

Remus playfully scoffed, realizing that you were referring to the recent haircut he had gotten before the party. "I'm sure he does, 'love," he laughed softly, moving over to his closet to grab a sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

Returning to your side, Remus held up the sweater and bunched it up at the armhole. "Up," he said simply, guiding your hands up as he helped you remove your other shirt and replaced it with the sweater.

You mumbled incoherently, commenting on how warm it was as your tired eyes began to droop.

Remus smiled affectionately at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "There you go, all cozy now," he said, making sure you were comfortably settled on the bed.

He pulled the blankets over you and sat down beside you, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "You know, you're absolutely adorable when you're drunk," he teased softly.

Your eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I am not," you protested playfully, snuggling closer to him.

Remus chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You are," he insisted, "and I love you just the way you are."

Your gaze softened, and you reached out to cup his cheek. "I love you too, you big softie," you murmured, your words still slurred from the alcohol.

He leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of you. "Let's get some rest," he suggested, guiding you to lie down properly on the bed.

You nodded sleepily, curling up against him. Remus wrapped his arms around you protectively, pulling you close to his chest. Your breathing gradually slowed, and soon both of you were peacefully drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

As the night went on, the party in the common room continued, but you and Remus were lost in each other's embrace, finding solace and comfort in the love you shared.

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ecliptiz · 10 months

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𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦 ╰► REMUS JOHN LUPIN

Summary: After the loss of your friend’s, you have to face the Moony Alone

Warnings: Cursing, Gore, Moony (Werwolf Remus)

The apartment exuded a sense of quiet melancholy, its dim lighting casting shadows on the worn-out couch.

Piles of discarded blankets huddled in a corner, a testament to the shared memories of the group that once inhabited the space. Now, only two of the original five remained.

In a small room off the hallway, a girl sat surrounded by the remnants of her past. Posters of beloved bands adorned the walls, capturing moments frozen in time.

Some were signed, while others remained blank The room's closet overflowed with a surprising collection of leather jackets and band shirts, evidence of a teenage boy's presence.

A basket of neglected laundry sat in the corner, mingling with clothes strewn across the floor, bearing witness to the room's former occupant.

The girl sat there, her head cradled in her hands, her body gently trembling with each shallow breath. Her foot tapped rhythmically on the hardwood floor, a physical manifestation of her restless thoughts.

As she let out a sigh, the bittersweet fragrance of memories filled the air, a reminder of the person who once called this room home. Despite the passage of time, she found herself immersed in the space, grappling with the weight of nostalgia and longing.

She turned her head, wiping away the stubborn tears that clung to her eyes, her gaze fixated on the photograph resting on the bedside table. With a shaky hand, she reached out to grasp the picture, bringing it to her lap with utmost care.

The photograph captured a frozen moment in time—a snapshot of her alongside a sandy-haired boy with scars, a handsome youth with black flowing locks, a bespectacled young man with curly brown hair, and a shorter figure sporting blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Enchanted with magic, the picture came to life, displaying a few seconds of the captured moment and a few moments after.

They were all captured in that fleeting moment, looking at one another with shared laughter, their hands firmly placed on each other's shoulders, united by their bond.

As she held the photograph, it played on a loop, the scene repeating over and over again.

Her jaw tightened, a mix of frustration and resentment coursing through her as she tightened her grip on the photograph before reluctantly placing it back on the bedside table. She let out a sigh, the sound filled with a tinge of bitterness, as she made her way out of the room and into the adjacent one.

This room belonged to James Potter, adorned with posters celebrating Quidditch, an enclosed box containing a prized Snitch, clothes scattered haphazardly, and a Quidditch uniform proudly displaying the name 'Potter' stitched on the back.

The room was a testament to James's passion for the sport and his adventurous spirit. However, his departure had left a bitter aftertaste, as he had moved out with Lily, his fiancée, after discovering her pregnancy, leaving his four friends to shoulder the burden of the rent in their small apartment.

Sitting on the bed, she pressed her lips together, a mix of conflicting emotions swirling within her. While they were not angry at James for his decision, there was a sense of abandonment that lingered, a void left behind by his absence.

Swallowing a small sigh, she stood up, her hand lingering on the photograph that captured a joyous moment of James Potter holding his newborn son, Harry, in his arms. The

Walking out of the room, she was met with the sight of the last remaining occupant of the home—excluding herself—sitting on the worn-out couch, his head buried in his hands. His trembling shoulders causing her mood to deflate even more.

Her frown deepened as she took a seat beside him, their gazes fixed on the broken TV before them. The TV had suffered irreparable damage during a reckless indoor Quidditch game initiated by Sirius- they were to broke to replace it.

She released a weary breath, causing Remus to glance at her through his tear-stained hands, his eyes reflecting sadness and exhaustion. Her heart constricted at the sight, but she mustered a tired smile, attempting to provide him with some solace.

It was Remus's first full moon without James, Peter, and Sirius by his side. Additionally, it was her first time assisting him without the presence of the other boys. Remus lacked his usual supply of potion to help ease the transformations during the month leading up to the full moon, which meant that Moony would be even more agitated than usual.

The absence of the stag that typically paraded with a rat dangling from its antlers, or the rat that playfully nipped at his massive paws, or the large black dog that engaged in howling contests with him, only amplified the unease.

"How are you, Remus?" Her voice was gentle, barely above a whisper, her legs bouncing nervously as she stole a glance at him.

Remus swallowed, rolling his shoulders as he rested against her slightly. "I'm... fine," he mumbled.

She knew he wasn't fine, his leg trembling and his body tense with anticipation. Nonetheless, she nodded understandingly, her hand gently rubbing his back.

As time passed and the sun began to set, they made their way to the basement—a cold, dimly lit space adorned with a few quilts in the corner. A painting of a werewolf being pursued by a stag, a large black dog, a rat, and a panther adorned one of the walls, serving as a poignant reminder of their absent friends.

She adjusted herself on the pile of quilts, finding a somewhat comfortable spot amidst the cold basement floor. Remus, on the other hand, stood tall but visibly strained, leaning against one of the walls for support.

His voice was hoarse, revealing the toll the upcoming transformation was taking on him. She could see the tension in his body, his neck straining, and a vein protruding slightly from his forehead.

As he asked if she would be okay handling Moony alone, she nodded with determination, her gaze fixed on him with tender concern. The absence of their friends weighed heavily on her heart, but she knew she had to be there for Remus in this moment.

She watched as he let out a pained cry, his body curling inward as he held onto his stomach, enduring the agonizing process of the transformation.

As Moony, the transformed Remus, slumped down in pain and his body morphed into a dog-like werewolf form, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She glanced behind her, half-expecting to see the familiar eyes of her friends, only to be reminded once again of their absence. There were no friends left.

Turning her attention back to Moony, she saw his beautiful, but now snarling, eyes fixed on her. His senses heightened, he sniffed the air, searching for the familiar scents of their missing animal companions.

A small whimper-like noise escaped him as he dug at the cold concrete floor of the basement, desperately seeking their presence.

In her panther animagus form, she tried to emulate the behaviors of their animal friends. She nipped at Moony's paws like Peter used to do as a rat, or nudged her head against him like the stag, mimicking James.

She even attempted to howl, though it came out more like a roar, reminiscent of Sirius's animagus form. But none of it seemed to work. Moony continued to scratch and search, his eyes reflecting his longing for the companionship that was no longer there.

With a heavy heart and sad eyes, she watched Moony, feeling a profound sense of loneliness and longing for the days when they were all together, a united pack of friends.

Moony's erratic behavior continued as he scratched at himself, disregarding her attempts to calm him. Despite her best intentions, she was knocked back and scratched in the process.

The absence of their other animal companions seemed to exacerbate his irrationality and irritability, and she found herself on the receiving end of his growls and bared teeth as he circled her.

Her heart cracked a little more with each aggressive gesture from Moony. Sirius, James, and even Peter would have known how to handle this situation, how to comfort him. But they were gone, and the weight of grief made it difficult for her to think clearly.

Her mind was consumed by memories of their smiles, their voices echoing faintly in her thoughts. She couldn't quite remember the exact sound of their voices, yet she couldn't forget them either, the essence of their presence lingering in the recesses of her mind.

The arrival of dawn brought a ray of light that filtered through the barred basement window, signaling the end of the nightmarish transformation. She shifted back to her human form, wincing as she felt the sting of her bleeding side through the torn fabric of her shirt.

With a limp, she made her way to Remus, who had also transformed back, naked and vulnerable. She covered him with a quilt and carefully helped him to the makeshift bed they had prepared for countless full moons before.

Her concern for Remus was evident as she inspected his wounds, ensuring that he was as comfortable as possible. With a determined resolve, she ascended the stairs and retrieved the first aid kit they had acquired a year ago, primarily for Remus's monthly affliction and Sirius's penchant for getting into fights without reason.

Her hands trembled as she delicately applied the ointment and wrapped bandages around Remus's injuries, her gaze fixed on his peaceful sleeping form.

The weight of her solitude bore down on her, and she couldn't help but feel the absence of her dear friends, their spectral presence lingering in her memories.

In her mind's eye, she could almost see the marauders taking turns to care for Remus, their camaraderie and shared responsibility providing a sense of solace. But now, she was left alone to tend to the scarred boy's wounds, to clean him and provide comfort during the long nights.

Alone with the haunting nightmares, alone with a constant sickening feeling that seemed to linger within her. The loss of all three of their friends within a span of twenty-four hours had left her and Remus as the sole survivors, the only remnants of what was once a tightly-knit group.

Y/N and Remus, Remus and Y/N. Together, they would navigate the aftermath of their friends' absence, finding strength in each other and the memories they shared.

The betrayal, wrongful conviction, and innocent deaths had left behind a trail of heartache and tragedy. Peter Pettigrew's cowardly betrayal shattered the bonds of friendship, forever altering the lives of those involved. Sirius Black, wrongfully accused of a heinous crime, suffered the torment of imprisonment for a crime he did not commit - all while mourning the loss of his beloved friends.

James and Lily Potter, brave and caring parents, met their end with thoughts of their young son, Harry, whom they hoped would be safe. James perished, believing that his wife and son had escaped to safety. Lily faced her untimely demise with the belief that Harry would be protected.

Now, only two friends remained, survivors amidst the devastation. The werewolf and the panther - Remus and Y/N - found themselves grappling with grief, each other's only remaining source of solace in the wake of unimaginable loss.

They were left to carry the weight of the past, the memories of their friends forever etched into their hearts. Their journey ahead would be fraught with sorrow and challenges, as they navigated life without their dear friends by their side.

The grief of the loved.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ╰► THE MARAUDERS

Summary: When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible

Warnings: Cursing, no set relationship- so up for imagination. I keep updating this, so if it keeps getting longer- that’s why.

WHEN FOUR BOYS unexpectedly materialized in her fireplace in a cloud of green at three in the morning on a Saturday night, Y/N's exhaustion was evident on her face.

She sat at her kitchen table, weariness etched in her features as she observed two of the boys wrestling on the floor. James's glasses were placed nearby for safekeeping as he grappled with Sirius, their playful struggle filling the room with grunts and exaggerated screams.

Feeling drained, Y/N slumped down, her head unintentionally finding support on the pale hand of Peter Pettigrew. With a muffled voice, she muttered her gratitude to him. Peter nodded in response, offering a small smile, even though she couldn't see it from her position.

"Thanks for letting us stay here, darlin'," Remus's voice reached her ears, a blend of weariness and a hint of raspiness evident in his words. Despite his fatigue, his voice remained gentle and comforting. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her head, though it landed amidst her hair.

As Remus settled down beside her, he placed a cup of coffee on the table, a warm gesture to soothe her tiredness. Looking up at him, Y/N mustered a small smile, appreciating the gesture as she took a sip of the comforting drink.

The moment Y/N saw the expression on James's face, she understood why they had sought refuge in her home. Sirius was visibly restless after fleeing from his own family, and since their chance encounter with Y/N in the muggle world during their third year, he had been eager to revisit.

With their wrestling match coming to an end, James and Sirius stood up, their chests heaving and their hair disheveled, sharing mischievous smirks.

Approaching Y/N, Sirius dramatically draped his arm over her, leaning heavily on her. She grumbled in annoyance and pushed him away, causing him to stumble and fall into the waiting arms of his curly-haired friend.

James let out a surprised yelp as they tumbled to the ground, the unexpected collision leaving them in a heap.

"I'm bored," Sirius groaned from the floor.

Y/N glanced down at him and James, who were sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed and tongues sticking out in a dramatic fashion, as if they were playing dead.

"We can go on a car ride?" she suggested with a shrug, her hands already reaching for her keys on the table.

Sirius immediately jumped up, nodding his head enthusiastically, resembling a dog excited about a car ride. James chuckled, nodding in agreement as he got up from the floor.

Y/N raised an eyebrow questioningly at Peter and Remus, silently asking if they were up for the adventure. With their amused smiles, they nodded in agreement, ready to join the impromptu car ride.

Sirius eagerly took Y/N's hand and began pulling her along, causing her to stumble slightly. Laughter escaped her lips as she struggled to keep up with his enthusiastic pace.

Remus and Peter followed closely, chuckling at the sight of Y/N being tugged around. "You don't even know where the car is, Sirius!" she playfully called out, her laughter filling the air as Sirius continued to lead her on, unaware of their destination.

Unlocking the car, Y/N gently pushed Sirius away and made her way to the driver's seat. She opened the door and climbed in, settling herself behind the wheel.

The sound of the other boys piling into the car reached her ears, and she took a moment to gather her thoughts before starting the engine.

As she glanced around, she noticed James taking his place in the passenger seat. His round glasses were slightly askew, and his dark curly hair was tousled. He leaned back, finding a comfortable position and adjusting his legs.

Remus settled in behind James in the backseat, his sandy-colored hair disheveled, and his tired eyes drooping slightly from lack of sleep. His dark blue sweater was crinkled.

Peter occupied the middle seat, his bright blue eyes fixed ahead, focused on the wind rustling through the trees outside. Sirius squeezed in beside him, his long black hair in disarray, and a glimmer of excitement sparkled in his grey eyes as he peered out of the open window, resembling an enthusiastic puppy.

“Want the top down?” She asked with a small smirk at the sight of James looking at her with wide, confused hazel eyes.

“The top can go down?” Sirius asked exitedly, leaning forward and gripping onto the back of the head seat of Y/N’s headrest.

Y/N chuckled at Sirius's excitement and turned to face him. "Yes, Sirius, the top can go down. It's a convertible," she explained, her smirk widening. She then looked at James, who still seemed a bit perplexed.

James blinked, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he processed her question. "You mean we can ride with the top down?" he asked, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice.

Y/N nodded, reaching for the controls to lower the convertible top. "Yep, just give me a second," she replied, her fingers deftly working the switches. Within moments, the soft top began to retract, revealing the open sky above.

As the top folded neatly behind them, allowing the cool night air to rush in, Sirius let out a whoop of delight, his grip tightening on the headrest.

James grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. "This is going to be brilliant!" he exclaimed, leaning back in his seat, ready to enjoy the exhilarating ride.

As the gravel road stretched out before them, Y/N pressed on the gas, allowing the wind and the rhythmic crunch of tires on gravel to fill their ears.

The exhilaration of the open road enveloped them, and they couldn't help but be carried away by the freedom of the moment.

Remus, his voice tinged with weariness, mustered the energy to make a request. "Mind turning on some music, Darlin'?" he slurred, his words barely audible amidst the rushing wind.

James cast a teasing glance back at Remus before redirecting his gaze to Y/N. His mischievous smirk danced on his lips as he joined in. "Yeah, Darlin', wanna put some music on?" he playfully suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Sirius, always eager to contribute, leaned forward, his pale finger reaching out to fiddle with the record player. Frustration crept into his voice as he struggled to get it working. "How do you get this shit to start?" he grumbled, flicking the knob with uncertainty.

Y/N, unfazed by the technical glitch, smiled knowingly. She paused for a moment, her hand poised above the record player, before delivering a decisive fist to it.

With a sudden burst, music burst forth, filling the car with its melodic energy. "Just gotta hit it a couple times," she quipped, laughter bubbling from her lips as she refocused her attention on the road ahead.

Y/N laughed at her own method of getting the music to start, her eyes briefly flickering to Sirius as he grumbled in amusement. The sound of the chosen song filled the car, blending with the rush of wind and the hum of the engine.

The upbeat melody enveloped them as they continued down the winding road. Y/N couldn't help but tap her fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm, her eyes glancing at James who was swaying along with the music, a carefree grin adorning his face.

Remus, leaning back against the seat, closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, a contented smile playing on his lips. Sirius, now satisfied with the functioning record player, settled back in his seat, his head bobbing to the beat.

Y/N focused on the dark gravel road, her head moving slightly to the rhythm of "Starman" by David Bowie. She groaned in annoyance when James peeked his head from the back of the car, flashing a cheeky grin.

"What's up, (Y/N)?" James said, smirking with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sirius is sticking his head out the window like a daft pup."

"What are you at, James?" (Y/N) retorted, rolling her eyes. "Sirius is acting like a mad eejit."

Sirius, now being teased, kept his head out the window, his hair caught in the wind. His long black hair blowing in the breeze, his tongue out and his eyes closed. "Oi, Moony, it's grand! I'm catching the breeze."

"Sirius, sit down before you end up with a face full of gravel," Remus chastised, shaking his head.

“Yeah, and a mouth full of bugs. For fucks sake Sirius close your mouth!” She laughed- turning for a second when she heard Sirius let out a choked gag- coughing as his eyes watered. “Sweet Merlin I think I swallowed a bug.” He choked out

Meanwhile, Peter remained quiet, watching the sun as it began to rise.

"Do you have a pond?" Peter asked, peering over James's shoulder to look at (Y/N), who shot a quick glance his way before biting her lip in thought.

"Yeah, there’s one on the edge of the property," she replied, raising a brow at Peter. "Fancy a dip?

"We could go skinny dipping," Sirius chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Remus groaned, rolling his eyes and burying his face in his hands. "Merlin, Padfoot, control yourself."

James laughed, pushing Sirius away. "Pack it in, Padfoot. Just enjoy the ride." He then rested his chin on (Y/N)'s shoulder, the awkward position not bothering him in the least.

She rolled her eyes, but relished the head radiating from James, the round glasses he wore poking against her face.

Coming to a stop, she pulled up alongside the slightly run-down white fence. Parking the car, she hopped out, and the boys followed suit, Remus using the door along with Peter, while James and Sirius, in their usual fashion, just vaulted over the side.

Laughter echoed when James attempted to jump on her, almost toppling her over. Remus, ever the savior, pulled her away, leaving James to eat a face full of grass.

"Merlin, Moony," James groaned, rolling on his back. "You’ve killed me, the fittest of the group. Now you're a bunch of ugly buggers." He playfully snarled, groaning as Sirius kicked his side softly.

"Help a lad out here, Pete." James held his hand out to the blonde boy, who took it with a playful smile.

The lake was a decent size, with a small patch of well-trimmed grass to lounge on. She rolled her eyes, moving to her boot to grab three medium-sized blankets.

"Why blankets?" Sirius asked, hugging her from behind with his head in her hair.

"You can never be too sure," she replied with a soft smile, handing some to Remus, who grinned appreciatively. Her gaze couldn’t help but linger on the new scar on his cheek. Giving it a playful kiss, she pushed him away when he got flustered.

She let out a surprised sound when Peter picked her up, spinning her around as laughter echoed loudly, the world around her blurring into a joyful haze.

Grasping his arms around her waist, she stumbled a bit as he set her down, finding herself leaning into James, who made a small sound as he steadied her.

"You lot are extra clingy today," she teased, poking James in the side as he squirmed. "Just missed you, that’s all," Remus said with a soft smile, giving her a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

Before she could respond, Sirius pulled her away, huffing. "You lot are stealing her, barely have gotten to be near her," he teased, sticking to her side like a lost puppy.

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly and ruffling Sirius's hair, making him gasp and glare at her while desperately trying to fix his hair.

She laughed, playfully moving away as he chased her all the way down to the clearing of grass. A loud scream escaped her lips as Sirius tackled her, the two of them snarling at each other in playful abandon.

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𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ╰► WEASLEY TWINS

Summary; Designing prank worthy things with your twins.

Warnings; Cursing, Fem!Reader

THE BURROW was enveloped in a tranquil hush, as raindrops danced upon the windows accompanied by occasional bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Within a cozy room on the second floor, three teenagers gathered, finding solace in the familiar embrace of the Weasley abode.

Soft candlelight flickered, casting an ethereal glow that revealed the intricate dance of their hands amidst the fragrant blend of gunpowder, cinnamon, and wisps of smoke. The scent, far from overwhelming, teased their senses, fueling their creativity.

Among the trio, the sole girl engrossed herself in a delicate ballet of quill and parchment, meticulously crafting designs for their latest arsenal of prank fireworks. Her eyes glimmered with mischief and ingenuity.

Meanwhile, the red-headed twins harmoniously toiled side by side, each immersed in their own peculiar inventions. George deftly manipulated the components of a basic blaze box, while Fred tinkered with the delicate intricacies of a fainting fancy.

Y/N gracefully rose from her perch atop a pile of cozy quilted blankets, drawn to the small table in the boys' room where an intriguing prototype of the firework awaited her attention. With confident strides, she approached Fred and George, who were immersed in their work, surrounded by an array of tools.

As if sensing her presence, the mischievous twins instinctively shifted, creating a comfortable space for her without a word exchanged.

Seating herself amongst them, Y/N leaned forward, her slender fingers reaching for the necessary tools to tinker with the intricate box that would house their explosive creations. Aware of the spells involved, she needed to devise a clever mechanism that would grant easy access for the magic to ignite the fireworks and unleash their breathtaking display.

A flicker of concern danced in Y/N's eyes as she noticed George's finger dangerously close to a newly crafted stink bomb, known to be flawed and potentially catastrophic with the slightest mishap. Swiftly, she issued a warning to protect them all from potential disaster.

"Don't set that off," she cautioned, her voice laced with a mixture of care and firmness.

A mischievous smirk played upon George's lips as he met her gaze, his finger retracting cautiously. "Don't worry, Y/N-"

"We know what we're doing," Fred confidently interjected, his words blending seamlessly with his brother's as they finished each other's sentences effortlessly—an established rapport that came naturally to the mischievous duo.

Y/N emitted a playful hum, accompanied by an exaggerated roll of her eyes, mirroring their words with a hint of sarcasm and a huff. Deep down, she knew all too well the likelihood of one of them setting something off accidentally.

Returning her focus to her own box of tools, she allowed her mind to delve into the intricate workings, her body moving on autopilot as if she were merely a bystander to her own actions.

Suddenly, the sound of George stifling a laugh disrupted her reverie, causing her to snap back to reality. Her gaze met his mischievous brown eyes, which were brimming with suppressed amusement.

Curiosity piqued, she followed his line of sight, turning to face Fred. To her amusement, he now sported black soot on his face and hair, his eyes closed tightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Unable to contain her laughter, Y/N raised her eyebrows and addressed Fred, her voice laced with mirth. "What did you do, Fred?" Her laughter danced through her words as she approached him, extending a gentle touch to his soot-covered face, the residue leaving a smudge on her fingertip.

Fred, his eyes still shut tightly, couldn't help but crack a small grin at Y/N's amusement. He opened his eyes, revealing the mischief twinkling within them, and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know, just testing the boundaries of our latest creation," he replied with a mischievous glint in his voice.

George chimed in, unable to contain his laughter any longer. "He wanted to see if the explosion would match his new 'sooty chic' look," he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/N joined in the lighthearted banter, her laughter blending with theirs. "Well, Fred, I must say, it's a fashion statement like no other," she remarked, her eyes gleaming with playful affection. She reached for a nearby cloth and gently wiped away the soot from Fred's face, revealing his familiar freckled features underneath.

Fred leaned into her touch, a mischievous glimmer still present in his eyes. "All for the sake of experimentation, my dear Y/N. We can't let a little soot get in the way of pushing the limits, can we?" he quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

As Y/N rolled her eyes at Fred's groaning, she persisted in wiping away the lingering soot from his face, her touch gentle yet determined. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she playfully tousled his hair, attempting to dislodge the remaining traces of ash that stubbornly clung to his vibrant orange locks. She watched with satisfaction as the particles floated away, revealing his familiar fiery mane once again.

Stepping back, Y/N couldn't help but let out a teasing smile as she turned her attention to George. Leaning forward, her voice dipped into a playful tone. "See, George, I told you one of you would set something off," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of victory.

George returned her teasing with a smirk of his own, engaging in their familiar banter. "Ah, but Y/N, you never specified which one of us it would be. You only mentioned me," he countered, his tone laced with playful defiance.

Amidst their banter, Fred couldn't resist joining in on the playful teasing. He straightened his now-soot-free appearance, feigning mock offense. "Oi, now hold on a minute! I'm not the only one to blame here. We're a dynamic duo, after all," he chimed in, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes once agian, standing to streach her legs.

Y/N's laughter subsided as she stood up to stretch her legs, her playful energy still lingering in the air. Unbeknownst to the twins, a small, unnoticed spark danced between the metal tools they carried, finding its way to the exposed rope of the firework prototype.

As the spark made contact with the rope, a sudden burst of light illuminated the room, accompanied by a resounding pop. The trio's attention snapped towards the source of the commotion, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, blimey! Did we just...?" Fred's voice trailed off, his eyes fixed on the unexpected firework display that now illuminated the room in a shower of colorful sparks.

George's jaw dropped in astonishment, his initial shock soon giving way to an infectious grin. "Well, it seems our latest creation has a bit of a mind of its own," he exclaimed, a mix of excitement and amusement lacing his words.

As the room filled with an array of exploding fireworks, the trio instinctively ducked and bolted out of the door, only to come face to face with a disheveled Percy Weasley, his hair awry and a perplexed expression etched on his face.

Percy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene before him. "What in Merlin's beard is going on here?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and exasperation.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged sheepish glances, their faces smudged with soot and their hair slightly disheveled. "Well, you see, Percy, it's all part of our latest experiment with fireworks," Fred explained, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he sheepishly shuffled, trying to rid himself of the soot on his sweater.

George nodded in agreement, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Yes, Percy, just a small, unexpected mishap." he added, his tone filled with both apology and amusement.

Y/N chimed in, her voice laced with a touch of laughter. "We didn't anticipate the fireworks taking on a life of their own, but hey, that's the fun of experimentation, right?" she said, a hint of mischief and a slight bit of worry dancing in her eyes.

"No, this is not alright! Go and get Mum!" Percy exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern. He hurried down the stairs, shouting about a fire, his footsteps echoing through the house.

Within moments, the sound of hurried footsteps resonated through the hallways, growing louder as they approached. Molly Weasley, wearing a disheveled and sleepy expression, emerged at the top of the stairs, her wand gripped tightly in her hand.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" Molly demanded, her voice a mixture of worry and sternness as she took in the chaotic scene before her.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged guilty glances, their expressions mirroring a combination of remorse and amusement. "Err... Mum, it's just a little mishap with our fireworks experiment. No need to worry!" Fred offered, attempting to alleviate his mother's concern.

George nodded in agreement, though a hint of mischief danced in his eyes. "Yes, Mum, just a minor setback in our brilliant invention. We assure you, everything is under control," he reassured, his voice tinged with both sincerity and mischief.

Molly sighed, her gaze shifting from one soot-covered face to another. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you lot. One of these days, you'll blow up the entire house," she muttered, a mix of exasperation and affection in her voice.

After Molly retreated to her room and Percy returned to his with one last disapproving glare, the twins and Y/N made their way back to the now clean room, exhaling a collective sigh of relief.

Y/N couldn't help but tease them, a playful glint in her eyes. "When did you two start talking like that? 'Just a little mishap' and 'minor setback'," she quipped, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Fred grinned, his voice laced with humor. "Oh, you know, when we're desperately trying to avoid getting killed or having our heads fed to hippogriffs," he replied, his tone filled with a touch of melodrama.

George chuckled, effortlessly picking up the conversation where Fred left off. "And let's not forget, Mum isn't particularly fond of our experimental endeavors. So, we have to maintain an air of sophistication," he added- keeping his ‘classic’ type talk, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, playfully nudging George's arm. "Well, you two certainly have mastered the art of keeping it classy," she remarked, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Hours passed, and the trio found themselves nestled in Fred's bed, opting for it over George's due to the clutter of tools and experiments. Y/N lay in the middle, sandwiched between the twins, their bodies intertwined.

George's chest pressed against Y/N's back, his arm draped around her waist. His hand lightly grazed her side, his touch both comforting and possessive. The rhythm of his heartbeat reverberated against her back, and his warm breath tickled her face and neck. The soft strands of his long hair brushed against her skin, adding to the intimate closeness they shared.

Fred lay close to Y/N, their legs entangled as they sought warmth and comfort in their sleep. His mouth was slightly ajar, hinting at the dreams that danced behind his closed eyelids. Together, they formed a picture of peaceful slumber, their connection evident even in the realm of dreams.

As morning arrived, the peaceful scene of the intertwined trio was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Their laughter filled the room, barely contained as they stood by the bed, holding an enchanted muggle camera that captured moving pictures.

With mischievous grins, Ron and Harry aimed the camera at the entangled figures before them. The enchanted device froze the moment in time, capturing a few seconds of their synchronized breaths and the serenity on their faces.

Just as Fred's eyes fluttered open, the image repeated itself, creating a loop of that particular moment, destined to play on a continuous loop.

The sounds of screams could be heard in the Weasley burrow that morning.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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