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Hey, who would you ship me with? I'm a Asian girl and 5.5 foot tall and I love art and I know this sounds vain but I'm quite good at it. I love curling up in a warm place to read and my zodiac is a Scorpio. I play the piano and like rainy days when I can hear rain on my roof. I have black hair and light brown eyes. I'm a Slytherin (but ship me with anyone you think is right haha) My favourite colours are black and silver thank you!

Well I’ll tell ya who I’d ship you with my esteemed chum! I think that your good self and our gal Lily Evans would get on like a house on fire.

The house divide is obviously no problem for her, despite the relentless teasing from her fellow Gryffindors that she is turning into a full on snake lover. She rolls her eyes and laughs them off, although it’s hard to deny that there is indeed a touch of gooey devotedness in her gaze when those emerald eyes are trained on you.

She is never happier than when the two of you are curled up in one another before the fire. There is usually a novel open in her lap left unread, favouring the sight of the tiny crease that forms between your brows as you loose yourself in your own book. She spends a lot of time mapping your different looks of intent, taking delight in watching you guide a brush over a canvas, or letting your hands move over the keys of a piano. Lily adores encouraging your multitude of talents, taking fierce pride not only in your skill, but in your drive to keep learning and improving.

Her favourite sight, however, was the smile that slid over your lips as the two of you lay on your backs in the middle of an abandoned Great Hall once upon a midnight in your sixth year, looking up at the rain as it fell from the enchanted ceiling when the first hesitant “I love you” fell from her lips and light up your night sky forever.

You are her muse, her soulmate, her living piece of poetry in motion.

#lily evans #marauders era ship #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era #Harry Potter

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Tag Game Thingamawhatsit (that im not sure anyone will give a fuck about but im the boss here so here goes!)

Tagged by @ride-or-die-queen quite a while ago so oops! Sorry

Name: Max

Nickname(s): Moh, Maximus, MmmmmmmmmmmmohmygodsawpFuckinlyyyin, dark overlord of all (that ones the cutest!! Omg)

Gender: That one gif of a baby deer leaping gently across a sunset beach

Star Sign: Virgo broooooooo

Height: /EXACTLY/ 34 and a half Sean Beans

Sexual Orientation: ur mum.

Hogwarts House: 🦁❤️🔥🗡

Favourite Color: The colour of moss growing on an ancient stone in the deepest depths of a secret forest that no man will ever enter.

Favourite Animal: Bears who live in cold places.

Average Hours of Sleep: ha.lol.

Cat or Dog Person: did any of you guys ever watch that cartoon where there was this thing that had the face of a cat one end, and the face of a dog the other end? I think it was called Catdog or something else equally ridiculous.

Favourite Fictional Character: Catdog.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: None.my love for Catdog keeps me warm

Favorite Singer/Band: Catdog and the Catdogs

Dream Trip: down the stairs.

Dream Job: Tourtured 18th century poet.

When was the Blog Created: At the exact same time that my friends got tired of reading my stuff, so I decided to foist it onto you lovely people.

Current Number of Followers: something fucking ridiculous like 1,700 which is -as previously stated- fucking ridiculous.

What made you decide to make Tumblr?: the voices.

#please feel free to ignore. #will get back to writing soon i prrrooommmmiiisssee #this was fun. #let me know if I should do more things like this

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Omg please tell me when your next going to post more "well fuck you then rat boy" (I think that's what it's called) because I am in love

Aaaaah im sorry! I dont know when I'll be able to update the story, but thank you so much for the support!!

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COULD YOU DO A SIRIUS X READER WHERE THE READER IS ACTUALLY FROM BELGIUM AND SIRIUS FANCIES HER SO TRIES TO IMPRESS HER WITH HIS 'KNOWLEDGE ABOUT BELGIUM' BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY REMUS WHO TOLD HIM EVERYTHING REQUEST FROM ANON This was actually really fun to write, I hope that it's equally fun to read haha. All mistakes are my own, I should probs find a beta tbh lads. .............................................................................................. "Okay here (Y/N) comes! Act cool!" Sirius Black, renowned ladykiller and established floozy, shuffled anxiously in his seat, hands flying up to fix his hair as you -his 'Belgian beauty'-came closer to take your seat at dinner, completely unaware of the utter carnage that was about to ensue just a few seats down. "Pads are you sure you want to-" began a smirking James only to be cut off by his friend waving a dismissive and only slightly frantic hand in his face as he was aggressively shushed. "Of course I'm sure!" Sirius hissed distractedly "They're from Belgium right? So I've come fully stocked with some premium Belgium facts fresh from Remmie's big 'ol brain." His gaze drifts to your face, and his grey eyes set with steely determination. "This will work." He frowned and shot a scathing look at his werewolf friend "or at least it had better." Remus threw his hands up in defence "Hey, you asked for Belgium info, I supplied the goods." He was obviously going for righteous indignation, but his demeanour was rather spoils by the devilish grin that graced his lips. "Just remember what I taught you and the rest is up to you mate, I wish you all the best luck" he and James shared a look that suggested that they thought luck might not cut it this time. The other marauders had witnessed their friend charm his way effortlessly into the pants of most of Hogwarts, but never before had they seen him go to such lengths to try to impress a potential date. In truth they thought it was actually kinda sweet, it meant that their good 'ol pal was well and truly paws over tail for you. They just hoped that this wouldn't end too badly... Sirius coughed and leaned across the table to look at Prongs, his voice louder than necessary and sounding only mostly staged. "So... James.. Did you know that Honeydukes has started selling Gondovia chocolate?" He glanced at you to see if you had heard him mention the famous Belgian brand, then kicked his friend under the table to stop his sniggers and force him to reply. "Why no I didn't know that Pads! How very interesting!" The amusement had not left James' voice and it earned him another bruise to the shins. Worth it. Turning to you he delivered his next meticulously scripted line with great -if unconvincing- enthusiasm. "Oh! (Y/N)! Arent you from Belgium? Did you know about this?" Looking up with surprise you quirk an eyebrow at the grinning boy. "...what?" "Belgian chocolate." "What about it?" "Honeydukes has it." "Good for them..?" "Very good yes." Finding that Potter was raising more questions that he was answering, you turned your look of bewilderment onto Sirius. "Is he okay?" "Yes! Perfectly fine!" Replied a red faced and glowering Padfoot as he again kicked out at his friend under the table. "You know James, a real bloody simpleton sometimes." He turned to face you fully, ignoring the protests of his offended bestie. "Remus and I have been saying that it would probably be good for him to gain some independence. You know, like Belgium did in 1830 when it became an independent country" Remus snorted in a rather undignified manner into his tea. You barked a laugh, the absurdity of the statement outweighing the confusion it caused. "I guess so yeah, how did you know that?" Smirking in a way that was surely intended to be seductive Sirius flipped his hair in a dramatic show of nonchalance "I am a very wise man I'll have you know my dear. I know a lot of things." Thus ensued a long, and only slightly inaccurate retelling of the entire history of Belgium, curtesy of a very proud Mr Black.

#sirius x reader #sirius black #marauders era imagine #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era #Marauders #harry potter

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Can I please have a ship? My name is Payton, I'm 5'3", blue hair and blue eyes, and I'm chubby/fat. When I first meet people I'm a little shy but after a while I'm kinda outgoing and really sarcastic. I love animals and sometimes like to draw. And I like dark/creepy things but also cute/girly things. And I'm a hufflepuff

I ship you with Regulus Black. When talking dark but cute things Reggie is the ultimate jackpot. He is first drawn to you by your vibrant hair, having never really come across something so out of the ordinary, but finding that the change is more than welcome. Especially when wrapped up in a cute little Hufflepuff. As the two of you grew closer, and your shyness made way for scathing sarcasm, he just can’t help but be impressed by your strength. You become a calm centre in his tumultuous life, he comes to you when he is doubting himself most. The two of you learn to depend on one another, often spending hours just laying beside each other in the tall grass that grows along the edges of the forbidden forest. You are his sweet relief.

#regulus black #marauders era ship #marauders era #harry potter

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Omg I just followed your blog and I absolutely love it! I was wondering if I could have a ship (obviously marauders era lol)? I'm a Gryffindor, I have long dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes, and I'm 5'6! Most people think I have a heart of gold and that I'm very innocent but once you get to know me, I can make very dirty jokes, and I'm just a crazy fun person to be around! But when I'm around someone I don't really know I can get super nervous and my face would get very red! Thanks so much♥️

Thank you so much for your support! Welcome to the family mate haha.

I ship you with the wonderful James Potter. The two of you share in an enthusiastic house pride, screaming yourself horse at each and every one of his Quidditch games. He simply adores your more extroverted side, loving nothing more than to fall into fits of giggles by your side whilst the two of you keep your friends entertained for hours. The perfect double act. Though he is still more than happy to tuck you under a supportive arm when your cheeks turn crimson in an uncomfortable situation. To him there is nothing more mesmerising than to watch as your initial shyness melts away into glinting mischievousness. You are his partner in crime, life and love.

#james potter #marauders era ship #marauders era #harry potter

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Could I get a ship please? I have black hair with red tips and dark brown eyes. I'm rather short for my age. I'm in Ravenclaw and my zodiac sign is Cancer. I tend to be sarcastic when it's necessary and consider myself a professional procrastinator. I'm very loud no matter who I'm with or where I am. I love the alternative and pop punk genre. I love singing and consider myself rather creative. Sorry if the request box isn't open! Feel free to ignore if it's closed. Love your work! Keep writing!

First of all thank you for your lovely words you wondrous creature! And second: I am unbelievably tempted to make a joke about my box being open, buy I shan’t for babies might be reading this.

I ship you with Remus Lupin. Your smaller frame fits against his as if the two of you were made for each other. He enjoys your intelligent and witty conversation, and loves that you not only understand his dry sense of humour but full heartedly share in all its sarcastic glory. His more quiet nature perfectly compliments your louder one and he often finds himself gazing at you in wonder as laughter lights up your face, or actually more often than not its one of his mates elbowing him or kicking him in the shins with a laugh that pulls him from his dreamy daze. You are his walking daydream.

#remus lupin #marauders era ship #marauders era #marauders #Harry Potter

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Can I have a ship please! I'm 14 and medium height. I'm a Hufflepuff with short brown hair that puffs up a lot and grey-blue eyes. I'm a huge cliche nerd. I love books and movies and tend to be a bit obsessive over the things I love, especially my friends. Despite appearances I love alternative and rock music, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure. I pride myself on my ability to lift up people's spirits and I promise you that if you hurt anyone I love, you should watch your back.

I hardcore ship you with James Potter. The two of you have finally found someone as nerdy as the other! He loves how he can get really into a topic with you and see you return his enthusiasm tenfold. You share your favourite books, movies and music with him and he positively absorbs the information, enthralled with all the factors that go into making you the girl he loves. The optimism and brightness that he sees radiating off of you fills him with pride, and wins over the other marauders easily. You are his light in a dark world.

#james potter #marauders era ship #marauders era #marauders #Harry Potter

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Ships.

Im so glad that so many of you are starting to request ships, but if you could all please make sure to specify your sexuality that would be helpful. I know that some of you might not be comfortable doing this and I apologise. I just really don't want to have to assume, or offend anyone with my choices.

#sorry bout this #public service announcement #ships

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Ship please?I'm a Leo (zodiac sign) that's 5'6 with short brown hair and eyes.My Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw.I'm sorta thin but really insecure and no one really notices or hits on me for my appearance.I'm kind and shy when you first meet me,but actually a really outgoing person.I love to read,play piano,and go outdoors.I'm passionate when it comes to the things that I love like photography.And I'm a relatively polite person that's sarcastic,a little sassy,and can fend for herself if needed.

I ship you with Sirius. His rocky childhood has left him damaged and sometimes your quieter side is exactly what he needs to sooth his stormy mind. However he does enjoy helping you ease out of your shy shell a little, getting you to engage with others and to form a safe environment for your outgoing side to play off of his sometimes boisterous and bubbly nature. He loves your passion and commitment, enjoying spending time with you just watching as you go about your hobbies, even attempting to learn some new skills to impress you. Something the other marauders find endlessly hilarious. You are his equal and opposite in all the best ways.

#sirius black #marauders era ship #marauders #marauders era #harry potter

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Could get a ship please? I'm quiet when you first meet me,but when I'm comfortable around you, you'll have a hard time getting me to be quiet.I get lost in books & painting& fiercely protective over those I love. Black hair,green eyes, Ravenclaw! ❤

I ship you with Remus Lupin. Your fun side encourages him to venture out of his shell and to experience the world in ways that had intimidated him before he had your support. He loves how animated and excited you can get when describing the plot of a story or something interesting you learnt today that you knew he’d like. However he also greatly appreciates your ability to enjoy the quiet moments. One of his favourite things to do is to just sit and read with you, both of you snuggled up together somewhere deep in the depths of the Hogwarts library. Your loyal nature fits in well with the Marauders close knit group, and Remus takes great pleasure in how well you get along with his friends, both them and yourself being of incredible importance to him. You are his best friend and his soulmate.

#remus #remus lupin #marauders era ship #marauders era #marauders #harry potter

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@baestalker (soz this took so long bro)

I ship you with Regulus -beautiful, under appreciated sweetheart- Black. Your introverted and ambitious side appeals to his more traditional values but your passion, loving nature and activeness is strange, new and positively enthralling to him! You represent a better world, outside of the darker one imposed on him by his family. Your love of alternative rock and punk is something that appeals to him as well, having hero worshiped his -wonderful little punk darling- brother for all of his life, he naturally took on some of his tastes. This rebellious streak of indulging in muggle culture is something people usually associate with Sirius, but Reggie is the one most in need of an outlet, and what better way to do that than blasting good music so loud that you worry he’ll break either his speakers or his ears, and whisking his favourite girl around the Slytherin dorm? You are his freedom.

BTW GUYS MY ASK BOX IS NOW FIXED AND FULLY OPEN FOR BUSINESS

#regulus black #marauders era #marauders era ship #marauders #harry potter

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Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

5 .: Freya’s POV :.

I’m warm. Much too warm.

And sticky too.

All together, not a great welcome back into kinda-sorta-consciousness. I tried to open my eyes but found them supremely uncooperative.

Huh…that’s weird…why cant I open my eyes?

Or are they actually already open and I’ve just gone blind?

You would know if you had your eyes open even if you were blind wouldn’t you? I tried feeling if there was any sort of breeze on my eyes but didn’t really notice anything.

Giving up on the eyeball front I suddenly became aware of something squishy and large in my grasp. I realised with surprise that it was a hand.

Is someone voluntarily holding hands with me?

No of course not! Who would? I don’t have any friends and this feels a little too personal for Madam Pomfrey’s practical and strict manner.

Actually, come to think of it why am I in the hospital ward? Because that’s definitely where I am. Theres no mistaking that smell of cleanness.

Finally succeeding in prying my eyes open I blink fuzzily a moment before my eyes focused up and I was free to study my surroundings; white walls and white beds with white sheets. I myself am currently tucked into the white sheets of one of the white beds.

This is unsurprising. When you’re Hogwart’s personal punching bag you tend to become well acquainted with the medical department.

Still, it would be nice to know how I got here.

Also to know what this squishy warm dealie is because it can’t be a hand.

First things first, lets assess the damage..

I look down at myself and what I see isn’t all too reassuring. My entire body -or what I can see of it- is covered in horrible scabby burns. It looks like someone’s put an ointment on them cuz the skin around most of the burns has turned a kinda yellow colour.

How lovely.

Resolving to try not to think too hard about this, I take a look at the mystery object clenched within my right hand.

I freeze….and when I say freeze, I mean like a blood stilling, muscle tightening, butt clenching stillness of a freeze.

Oh no no no no no no no…

Couldn’t they leave me -a poor injured girl- alone? Was it their fault I’m here? What sort of sick people would wait for someone to wake up, just to get an early start on making that someone’s life unbearable?

Remus Lupin slept on. He had his hand in mine and was dozing peacefully with his head resting on his arm.

Shitshitshitshitshitshit and double shit!

I bit my lip tensly and frantically flapped the hand that wasn’t currently in the clutches of my enemy through the air.

Fuuuuuuuccckkkk! Ohhh buggering stinky house elf turds!!!

What do I do?! I cant risk waking him, there’d be hell to pay!

Half an hour later, after several attempted escapes, a bajillion panic attacks and a brief moment of me just rocking softly and muttering “Why is it always me?” I had given up.

I was currently shrunk right to the edge of the bed, as far away from the dastardly hand thief as physically possible.

Oh twiddling hipporgriff bogies.

.:Remus’s POV:.

I awoke groggily, still in the uncomfortable position that I had fallen asleep in and with the makings of what promises to be an almighty crick in my neck. I sigh, rolling my shoulders to loosen the knot forming.

Brilliant. Juuust bloody brilliant.

I then attempt to sit up…but stopped dead in my tracks.

#wfytrb #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #freya pettigrew #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era #marauders

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Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

4 .: Freya's POV :. It was a dreary Wednesday morning in the middle of our third week back, and I was spending breakfast with the adorable army of Hogwarts house elves in the school kitchens. "Can Diggy get miss anything else this morning?" Came the squeaky voice of my most beloved elf. I met her two years ago while on the run from the moron-squad, she had popped out of nowhere, grabbed my hand and the next thing I knew I was in the kitchens; surrounded by the wondrous sights and smells of delicious food, and the ever so slightly unnerving peering eyes of many, many house elves. I smiled kindly down at one of my only friends. "No thank you Diggy. And I've told you before, call me Freya" Diggy's cheeks light up and she shuffled about in a pleased sort of way, looking down at her socked feet. "Miss Freya is most kind, most kind to Diggy" "Ahh don't mention it Diggster" i grinned and went back to sipping my tea. My thoughts again turned to the marauders and their impending revenge. I wasn't stupid enough to think they'd let me get away with embarrassing them as I had, this was part of the reason I was down in the kitchens before lessons. I was hiding. Hiding pretty damn well if i say so myself. But the time came, as it inevitably would, to go to lessons. This being a school and all. I groaned and slumped off my seat, patting Diggy affectionately on the head as I passed and making my way to my first lesson of the day. Potions. The kitchens weren't far from the dungeons where potions lessons were held, so I took my sweet time as I dawdled, thinking about the pros and cons of corn-on-the-cob. I continued to ponder this, the most yellowy of vegetables, as I entered the classroom and sat at my customary seat in the back-iest part of the very back of the room. .: Sirius's POV :. I snuck another peek over my shoulder at the blonde haired, green eyed annoyance that was Freya Pettigrew. Prongsie and I had set it up so that her cauldron would spontaneously explode at a random point while she was working. We grinned at each other secretively, stifling our laughter so we wouldn't get another lecture from dear old Remmiekins. As the lesson wore on my excitement grew. Today we were brewing Acidic Stinging-Syrup! This was gonna be even better than we'd thought! I leaned back in my chair with a knowing smirk on my face, waiting for the inevitable boom and pathetic squeals from Pettigrew. Vengeance shall be mine! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! .: Remus's POV :. Something was up. I had a reaaally bad feeling about the little glances James and Sirius kept throwing at Peter's sister and at each other. But before I could so much as open my mouth to ask my friends what nefarious acts they had planned there was a great boom followed by a high pitched and pained scream, both of which came from the back of the room. I whipped round quick enough to see Freya fall to the floor, writhing and moaning as the deeply acidic potion burned away at her clothes and skin, leaving angry, bloody patches and disgustingly painful looking burns behind in their wake. I turned wide eyed to my shocked friends who were staring helplessly at Freya's now unconscious, twitching body. I knew without a doubt that the guilt I saw in their eyes as they lifted to meet mine was all too real. "...What have you done...?" ................................................................

#wfytrb #well fuck you then rat boy #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #freya pettigrew #marauders era fanfiction

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Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders era Fanfic)

3 .: Freya's pov :. Ever since my little outburst at the beginning of year feast, or as I mentally call it, the signing-of-my-own-death-warrant-that-may-or-may-not-result-in-me-being-hung-by-my-ears-from-the-astronomy-tower. Granted it's not very catchy but I really feel that it captures the spirit of the event. Anyway, as I was saying, ever since the incident the whole school has either steered clear of me or have put it upon themselves to take out personal revenge against me on behalf of the moron-squad. Sometimes I feel like the only sane one in this place. Everyone else seems to be completely and tragically brainwashed by the marauders. All those girls -and a few boys- following them around like love sick zombies. WHY everyone loves them I will never know. As far as I could tell they were pompous bullies with nothing better to do in their lives than duff me up every five seconds. Still, I suppose any fate is better than being a love zombie. I wonder if it's contagious.... Nah cant be, would've caught on by now if it were. Or maybe you have to be bitten... I don't recall ever being bitten, although I wouldn't put it past some people. The way the love zombies treat me, you'd think that I killed the marauder's entire families before them horrifically as they watched. 'They' being my brother and his friends, not the fangirls. Geeze, you'd have to be some next level evil to kill some peeps in front of other peeps just to be a bitch. That ain't me folks. I'm coooool I'm cooly McCool I'm Mrs ice-cold You can trust me not to torture ya fam-a-lam in front of you. Why? Cuz im coool B) Besides; if I were to murder Peter's entire family, that would -unfortunately- include myself. And wouldn't he just love that! So no peter! Im not killing myself. How'd ya like them un-suicidal apples??!?! But all metaphorical apples aside, as of yet, the marauders have done nothing to me. And I mean nothing. No name calling. No sneak attack beatings. No humiliating pranks. Nothing! I should be ecstatic right? I mean my most vicious bullies had left me alone for a solid week! By all rights I should be skipping about the place, my bruise-free face grinning like a fish finger. But I couldn't shake the feeling that they were planning something.... That they were just leaving me alone only to hit hard with some elaborate payback. With this in mind I made my way to transfiguration with a worried frown etched on my face. ........................................... .: Sirius's POV :. "Padfoot, I said NO!" "But Moony, she yelled at us in front of the whole school!" "So what?! Everything she said was true" I rolled my eyes, oh Remmy and his overreactingly gullible conscience... James rolled over onto his side to glare at Moony "Are you calling me big headed?" Remus sighed and got up from where he sat slouched on his bed and started pacing in front of us. "Look, just.... Can you give it a rest? Just leave the girl alone" He looked tired and haggard, the dark circles under his eyes giving him a gaunt look. I felt a small pang of guilt at his words. Maybe it is time we left her alone.... When he got no reply from us Remus huffed dejectedly and stalked out of our dorm. James, Peter and I sat in semi-guilty silence for all of about thirty seconds "So I'm thinking bat bogey curse and maybe some nifflers in her school bag to start with" James piped up merrily and with that all feelings of remorse quickly turned into gleeful anticipation of our revenge against the little bitch This is gunna be good >:D ................................................................

#fanfic #wfytrb #well fuck you then rat boy #part 3 #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #freya pettigrew

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COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE AN IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS REALLY SHY, AND BARELY TALKS AND REMUS HAS HAD A CRUSH ON HER FOR FOREVER, AND HE SEES ABUSE BRUISES OR SCARS ON HER SKIN, AND SHE SAYS A BUNCH OF SELF DEGRADING HATEFUL THINGS ABOUT HERSELF, AND REMUS STARTS CRYING AND TELLS HER HE LOVES HER. REQUESTED BY @wearentallsaints-deactivated 201 WARNINGS: IMPLIED ABUSE, IMPLIED DEPRESSION, RREEEEEAAAAALLLY BLOODY LONG THIS TIME OH MY GOD LIKE SRSLY, TAKEN A KINDA DIFFERENT BUT MOSTLY THE SAME PATH TO THE REQUEST ........................................................ The Great Hall was alive with the sounds of hundreds of chattering students all eagerly helping themselves to the lunch set out by the Hogwarts house elves. Everyone was laughing and joking about with their friends, seemingly not a care in the world. What you'd give for just one second of their freedom... You sat away from the masses, lost and alone in your own darkness as you carefully maintained the wall you'd painstakingly built up between yourself and the rest of the world. You couldn't let anyone in. Not ever. You'd learnt the hard way that people were only good for breaking bones and hearts. Shaking your head you scooped up your bag and scurried out of the hall, having barely touched a thing, and completely oblivious to the pair of worried brown eyes that followed your exit. Remus Lupin sighed as the heavy doors of the hall shut softly behind you, turning to frown down at the table as if the piece of furniture was personally responsible for the pain felt by the one he had fallen so helplessly in love with. For what felt an eternity Remus had watched you suffer from afar, tearing himself apart with worry for you. By now he was sure that there wasn't much he wouldn't do to see you happy. "For Merlin's sake Moony!" Sirius kicked his friend under the table, drawing his attention away from frowning at his lunch to glaring at Padfoot. Sirius, seemingly unfazed by the werewolf's deadly look, leaned forward and continued speaking. "How can you expect to be able to help (Y/N) if you don't even know what's wrong? And how can you expect to know what's wrong if you never bloody ask?" Remus sighed again, rubbing a hand over his weary face "Your right. I know you are, but how?" "Just do it mate" interjected James, chewing on some bacon "she could use a friend like you" he clapped a big hand on Remus' shoulder, smiling reassuringly. Remus smiled thankfully, a new resolve settling in his heart. ..................................... You glared at the book that sat just out of reach, it seemed to mocked you from its shelf and you snarled in reply, reaching up again to try and grasp the fiendish thing. Remus watched you a little distance away with a small smile tugging at his lips. He had been trying to build up the courage to talk to you for a good twenty minutes now. Knowing that you'd soon give up on your pursuit for the book and leave he rolled his shoulders and walked over. "Here, let me help you" he said as he easily reached up and plucked the book from its shelf and held it out for you. You stood, shocked and embarrassed, taking the book quickly and mumbling your thanks as you tried to dodge away from him. You couldn't get close to anyone, not ever. Remus blocked you escape with a gentle hand and looked down at you sadly. "Y'know, I'd be happy to help with something else if you'd let me" he edged carefully, unsure if he was overstepping his boundaries "i see how sad you are and...and i wanted to let you know that you can always come to me with anything" Unsure whether to be creeped out, angry or elated by his offer you simply nod before gathering your things and practically running from him. Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin wanted to help you. Was it a prank? No the marauders might be over the top but they weren't cruel, and he had seemed so sincere so...understanding. It was a couple weeks before you took him up on his offer, tentatively taking the seat next to him another day in the library. He grinned at you, and you returned the gesture with the ghost of a smile. The two of you sat in companionable silence, Remus waiting patiently as you attempted to put your brokenness into words someone else could comprehend. Eventually after a few minutes you got up and left, unable to speak. Remus didn't mind. He knew it would take time to open up. A month past and your library meetings continued, you would stay for an hour or more at a time now, but still no words passed between you. He never pushed you, never forced a word of conversation best left silent. You grew to trust him, oh so carefully and uneasily the trust bloomed in your heart. It was a hot spring morning, the library empty except for the two of you and a dozing Madam Pince when the first word was spoken. "Three years ago" Remus jumped about ten foot in the air and his expression of surprise had you biting your lip to force your laughter down as you waited for him to regain his composure. "Im sorry?" Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and twirled your quill nervously. Now or never. "My father d-died. Three years ago." Remus laid hand on yours, eyes sad and knowing, silently encouraging you. "It was all my fault, he was trying to help me down from a tree I'd got stuck in, a-and lost his footing and-" you broke off, tears flooding as you remembered that day. How stupid you had been! And how angry mother was afterwards... You didn't know when or how Remus had engulfed you in his arms, but you were suddenly glad of his warmth and protection as you sobbed into his robes and told him everything that had built up inside of you these past years. He held you and only when you pulled back did you see that his own face was streaked with tear stains. "Listen to me (Y/N)" he said taking both of your hands in his "it was not your fault, you need to stop punishing yourself for this." Shaking your head you looked away, unable to believe him. "Thats not what mother says, she blames me too, and so she should! Im a disgrace!" Remus frowned, reached up to push a lock of your hair behind your ear, halting immediately when you flinched away from his touch. Slowly he looked between you and his hand, putting the pieces together. "Your mother, does she...?" He left the question open for you, not wanting to distress you anymore that you already were. You shuffled a little, rubbing at a particularly prominent scar on the back of your neck, refusing to meet his eye. "F-from time to time..only because I deserve it after what I did" You chance a look at his face and see that it is set in a protective and hard expression. He stands, gently pulling you to stand as well, and leading you out of the library and down the corridor. "Where are we going?" You ask a little shocked and more than a little emotionally exhausted. "Dumbledore's office, I want you to tell him what you've told me. No one has the right to hurt you (Y/N) no one at all. Especially not for something that wasn't your fault" he replied fiercely, emotion clogging his throat. You stare at Remus Lupin in awe, a small, very real smile creeping onto your lips as you finally begin to understand what it is to be cared for. It would take time, but... You could get used to this.

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Well Fuck You Then Rat Boy (Marauders Era Fanfiction)

2.

.: Freya's pov :.

The rest of the train ride passed pretty uneventfully, just the marauders and I sitting in the compartment, with them throwing insults and the occasional spit wad at me.

Which was totally gross, but kinda low level for them. I guess they're just warming up or something.

I was right to ignore them though, after they realised that I wasn't about to start crying or answering back or whatever gratification they craved, they started talking amongst themselves.

Which would be completely fine by me if Black hadn't kept my book.

I could see it resting on the seat next to him, waving its metaphorical little hand at me, daring, enticing me to juuuust reach across to the seat opposite and grab it....

No!

I may have enough guts to answer them back sometimes but i wasn't stupid enough to think i could get away with that.

Besides, who wants to turn up to their fist day of school with a black eye? Not eye.

I chuckle at my own pun because I'm cool.

A loud barking laugh broke through my thoughts.

I glanced around the compartment, slightly scared that they had read my mind. Did they know of my daring book-retrieval plan??

But they were just laughing amongst themselves, probably planning some prank or talking about how many poor innocent girls Black has corrupted this week.

I heaved a tiny sigh of relief and looked back out the window, just catching a glimpse of the castle up ahead.

............Later, after the sorting...................

The feast -as expected- was awful. I sat in my customary seat right at the end of the Gryffindor table, far away from the rest of the house.

I knew that if I strayed too far towards them that I would be picking bits of pumpkin pasty out of my hair for weeks and trust me, no one wants that. Took me AGES last time i-

"Hey freak"

I sighed, didn't these people have lives outside making mine hell?

"What do you want Potter?" I asked without looking up.

"Oh nothing in particular you worthless little slut"

I raised an eyebrow as he and the rest of the marauders sat themselves around me

"Really Potter? that's the best you could come up with?" I snapped, feeling peeved. "And here I thought you were at least original despite your many flaws"

I received four pairs of warning glares, telling me I'd better shut up or I'd be in for it as soon as they got me alone and away from all these witnesses.

Its not like no one knew they bully me, but they couldn't exactly knock me unconscious with the Dumble-Tron 3000 watching could they?

But no. I don't think i will shut up.

I realised with a start that I was tired of all this! Of them! This year is going to be different, I wont let them get away with it this time!

Taking a deep breath i started boldly "You guys just strut around the school expecting everyone to bow down and do your bidding! well guess what?That's not how life bloody well works!"

They all turned to stair at me, wearing identical expressions of both shock and anger.

Taking a quick gulp of air to calm myself I continued before I could chicken out.

"Black, you need a reality check because believe it or not, you are NOT Godric's gift to women! And Potter, please do us all a favour and deflate that bloody big head of yours, its blocking out the sun!"

I was gaining quite an audience and I almost shut up when i saw the marauder's furious faces but I was too into it now to properly care.

"And Lupin" I rounded on the tawny haired book worm, who visibly shrank away from me.

"I know you like to pretend that your the better person and that you don't agree with all the bullying your little friend get up too but when was the last time you actually put a stop to it?"

Lupin suddenly found something enormously interesting about a jug of pumpkin juice.

I then turned to Peter.

"And lastly dear brother" I sneered

I head a few gasps, did people seriously not know? They just assumed that we have the last name by coincidence?

Pfft some people....

But then again the stupidity of some of the moron-squad's fangirls -Even my brother has a fanclub! Ew!- isn't all that shocking.

"You need to take that ugly great head of yours out your arse and realise that you are the worst brother ever to walk the earth!" and with that I stormed past the hundreds of staring -and more often than not glaring- faces and out of the great hall feeling like an absolute badass!!

I was halfway back to the Gryffindor common room when the reality of the situation sunk in.

I realised that not only had I just seriously told off the marauders in front of the WHOLE school including all members of staff AND hormonal fangirls, but that i was now in for the beating of a lifetime from some VERY pissed off boys.

What had i been thinking?!

That they'd leave me alone if I embarrassed them in front of everyone?

Reeeeaal smart move there Freya.

Ugh!

With these newfound fears flying around my mind I lent against the nearest wall and slid down until I was sat with my head in my hands

"...Oh sweet baby merlin what have I done?"