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willowelijah · 1 year

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Headdesking - Remus Lupin/OC

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Summary: Follow Remus Lupin bury his head in various pillows as his friends tease him about a crush he’s developed on the girl they recruit to assist them in their mission to become animagi.

Content warnings: Swearing. Some angst.

Chapter 21: Anything But Human, So Much More Than Monster

A young boy lay sleeping in one of the beds of the hospital wing. His face was turned sideways and buried deep into the pillow. The duvet reached so far as to cover his shoulder.

There was a girl sitting on a chair close by his side. Her hand had found its way on top of his. She was presently paying acute attention to the marks on his face, counting each one with growing distress, only somewhat settled by the sound of his slow breathing hitting the pillow. Each scratch she made note of was inspected and followed up with an imagined enactment of its inception.

What she didn't want to imagine was the time when the tear streaks on his face would have occurred.

When James, Sirius and Peter entered the hospital wing, they saw something they had yet to be met with before upon their visits. A girl, already sitting by his bedside.

"How long have you been here?" James asked her.

She couldn't make out if he was in a good or bad mood, but assumed that he and his friends were probably pissed off at her. "Not that long." she said, moving her hand into her lap while examining the rest of the incoming crowd.

She knew that she should probably be pissed off at them still. But whenever her eyes found the boy lying in the hospital bed so vulnerably, and with the knowledge of what they were trying to do for him, she couldn't find it in herself to resent them anymore.

"I see." He exchanged a minor glance with Sirius. She could see the process of thoughts in their eyes, and was about to ask what was up when Sirius spoke.

"Remus had a... pretty bad fall yesterday."

Her mouth had opened to respond, but when amusement began tugging at the corners of her lips, she had to close it by way of stifling it.

They arrived by Remus' bed. James put his hands in his pockets and Sirius looked out across the empty beds.

"Was that before or after the wolf took over?"

She relished in the reaction her words had. The boys all looked at her with mixes of shock and disbelief.

"You know the truth?" came Peter.

"Did Lily tell you?" James demanded, like he was already planning the moment when he was going to take out his grief with her in his head.

She nodded toward Remus. "He told me."

James laughed without really seeming that amused. He crossed his arms with a superior expression. "No way."

"Hey, I'm not the liar in the group." she sputtered defensively.

Everyone's heads turned to Remus then.

With a wicked smile Sirius bent toward the bed. "We should wake him." he suggested, indicating a newfound investment in the unfolding narrative.

James pressed him back with his hand. "No! Don't wake him."

"Madam Pomfrey wouldn't like it." Peter stammered.

"'Think I care what Madam Pomfrey says?" he countered. Though a glance behind his back confirmed it to the rest of them.

"Hi."

Everyone turned back to the boy in the bed. Remus was mostly directing his greeting at Hazel. He turned over on his side and pushed his hand against the mattress in a shaky-at-best effort to sit up. He made it about halfway into an upright position before settling.

"Hi."

James rolled his eyes dramatically. "Can you be quiet for even one minute?" He took Sirius and dragged him over to the neighbouring bed, directly followed by Peter. The three of them sat down in an effort to give the two some space.

He looked at her through bloodshot eyes, and Hazel couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes.

His expression was still dazed from having just been asleep, but his two eyebrows still contorted toward his heavily lidded eyes. "Why are you crying?" he whispered hoarsely.

He gave a second attempt to get his body fully upright, and a hiss escaped him as he did so. Hazel made a move to help him, only stopping herself at the last second. The duvet fell down, revealing some heavily bruised ribs. When her eyes fell on them, a hand flew up and covered her mouth to stop a sob from escaping.

He smiled faintly, hoping that it might soothe her, but more tears came up still. She was now at maximum capacity, and they flowed down her cheeks. The longer she beheld him, the shorter were her breaths.

She moved out of her chair, and sat down on the bed next to him. Some more tears fell, but Remus could no longer think to press her on the matter of why.

The spectators of the scene raised their eyebrows, unexpecting of her forwardness, and were too curious to look away or to make conversation amongst themselves.

She looked at Remus dotingly, making his breathing temporarily stop (along with the rest of his friends'). Her hand went up to his cheek. The whole room had gone dead silent. He looked into her eyes, and she leaned in.

She hesitated.

He waited.

Then she kissed him.

As much as it puzzled him that she would do such a thing after the previous evening, he didn't want to do anything to stop what was happening. Instead he sat up further and leaned into her. Their mouths fell open. She turned her head to give him access, and soon they were utterly engrossed in one another.

The others stared at the kissing couple for a moment, until coming to the conclusion that the two were not planning on stopping anytime soon. The clouds outside the window suddenly became very interesting, as did the floor and the bedside lampshade, the latter currently being felt by James' fingertips.

This was the first time that Remus was letting himself enjoy her company without restraint. He let himself concentrate on the way her lips felt against his; the tingling sensations in his stomach prompted by her touch. He let himself enjoy being desired by someone, and the warmth brought by their touch.

When his hand left her shoulder and landed on her cheek, she could feel how much he was shaking.

"Hey..." she let out. But any language was soon stifled by him capturing her lips again, with more heat to distract her with.

His hand was still faintly rattling — and eventually she remembered it too. Her lips left his and she took his hand with hers and placed it in her lap.

"You're shaking a lot."

Remus was about to answer, but Madam Pomfrey walked through the doors right then. While making her way over, her eyebrows had just enough time to contort; her lips just enough time to form into a tight pout, before making it. It was the act of looking around and seeing all the people hovering by his bed that brought the stern attitude — the person sitting on it being the main culprit. That behaviour happened to be her most common gripe.

Her eyes had locked on Hazel. "You shouldn't—" she began. But what stopped her was the sight of the young girl absentmindedly sweeping the hair out of Remus' eyes while not paying Madam Pomfrey much mind at all yet.

The Madam fell silent instead of completing her sentence. She turned to Remus and handed him his medicine, while not quite letting her eyes wander off Hazel. She smiled awkwardly at the girl.

"Thank you." Remus said slowly, watching her curiously. He took it without her having to tell him to, as she seemed to be temporarily mute.

James' fingers fell off the lampshade as he took in the scene. Peter and Sirius' eyes drifted off the woman to join one another in mutual confusion.

Hazel smiled tentatively at the Madam, who blinked a few times in turn. Her voice came back to her then. "Stay as long as you'd like." she told them, though only with reluctance turning to direct the sentiment at the other three as well. "I think company might do him some good today."

She straightened and flattened her apron with her hands. "It is Saturday, after all." Only after some nothing-short-of disoriented looking around to figure out where she was going, she made her way to her office.

"That was different." Sirius commented.

Hazel looked over at him with a fleeting attention while her hand came back to enclose Remus'. Said boy looked down at the contact.

"Are you not still scared of me?"

She changed her hold on his hand while she pondered over his question, and what it could have originated in. "When was I scared of you?" she asked, finding his eyes.

"Yesterday in the corridor. You seemed quite frightened."

"You mean when you stopped me on my way to the seventh floor?" she asked. When receiving a nod of confirmation she explained, "It's no longer a full moon out. I don't have anything to be frightened of."

"But—"

"Did you think that I was always going to be scared of you always from now on, Remus?" The thought seemed almost too preposterous to be posed, but she had done so anyway.

His mouth fell open and the jaw moved, but he stopped and looked over at his friends, hoping that they would chime in and provide her with the context he couldn't quite formulate right that second.

But the three of them were all feeling too bored of this premise by now to make any effort to help him, so he had to carry his own load.

"It's quite frightening. Person turning into a monster at odd times."

Hazel sighed and nodded. "If I was near you during a full moon, I'd be pretty scared. I'll give you that — but look." she pointed at the window, revealing a clear blue sky.

Remus ignored the window. "You were scared yesterday." he reiterated.

She groaned. "Is this what it's going to be like from now on — you judging me? Come on. You have to give me a break. I had no idea what time it was. I had no idea what day of the month it was. But I'm not scared of you. Not normally."

Remus looked vacantly into thin air. Hazel studied him, but soon came to the realisation that she was not about to receive a response. She turned to the others instead.

"I take it you never found the box?" She let her eyes seize the three of them up. "You don't look particularly disfigured."

"Wow, flattery of the highest level." Sirius quipped. "Remus, will you tell your girlfriend to stop flirting with me?"

James lowered his chin as far into chest as it could go and snorted.

Sirius had successfully woken Remus from his thoughts, and the boy reached for the latest issue of the Daily Prophet on his bedside table, rolled it up and threw it at his friend.

Sirius dove away while laughing heartily.

Hazel tried to puzzle the pieces together of what she had said to cause that response, but came up short. "Seriously though, you failed right?"

Remus stopped shooting daggers at Sirius, and the barely noticeable tug at the corner of his lip disappeared too. "Just tell her." he muttered to his friends.

The three of them broke into identical smirks. They looked between each other.

"We don't have any classes to get to, what do you say we head outside and you can see for yourself?" Sirius wagged his eyebrows, receiving him a look of warning from Remus.

But Hazel didn't take note of how slick Sirius was trying to seem, she was far too focused on what he was implying. Despite the ethical dilemma she was struggling with, she couldn't help but break into a wide grin all the while.

"You succeeded!" she squealed out in glee. All that hard work had resulted in something incredible. She'd made their wish come true. They could now shapeshift at their own will. "I thought you didn't know where the room was. How did you get to it?"

"We're not sure." James explained, seeming as baffled as she. "We ran around like crazy looking for it, and eventually it appeared."

Hazel smiled warmly. "I suppose that's how the magic of the room works — it appears when you really need it."

Sirius wore a similar smile as he thought back, like reminiscing about his first love. "But the real trick was finding the wooden chest. It took us ages to find that."

The four of them smiled at each other for a moment. Even Remus managed a faint one. Then Hazel's face took on a dead serious expression suddenly. "I'm going to make you register."

"Never." James and Sirius chimed in unison.

A staring battle ensued, only broken when James gestured at the door.

"Shall we?" he suggested.

Hazel snorted before turning to Remus. A blush came into her cheeks and she kissed him on the forehead. "I'll be back in a bit."

The guys stood up, but before they could make a move Remus piped up.

"Wait, you're actually going with them?" he questioned.

"Well yeah." her eyebrows twitched in confusion. "I have to see it for myself."

His eyes flitted over her features. He reached his hand up behind her ear and let his fingertips smooth out the tips of her hair. "When will you be back?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could, but it didn't take much for his friends to work out what the boy was thinking of.

Hazel seemed momentarily distracted by similar thoughts. "Soon probably." she mumbled, her eyes falling on his lips.

"Are we going then, Hazel?" James interrupted, trying to keep himself from laughing.

She was snapped out of her trance, and slid off the bed to go and join them. "We'll have to go into the forest to ensure that no one sees us." she pondered as they began making their way out. "But we have to be careful. I don't want a repeat of last time."

"Since when do you suggest breaking the rules?" Sirius asked.

Hazel fell silent, mulling over what she had just said. Instead of defending herself, she changed the subject.

"Don't for a moment think that I've forgotten about the registry by the way. I'm going to make sure that you register."

"Sure." James sighed.

Remus smiled as he watched them go, then lay down. His shakes had stopped, and he was free of headaches or nausea. When he closed his eyes, he quickly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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#werewolf #Remus Lupin #fanfiction #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #romance #fluff #angst #marauders #marauders era #animagus #oc #remusxoc #original character #willowelijah #harry potter #headdesking #friendship

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percontaion-points · 2 years

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OVE chapters 30-32

The following book review contains violence & gang activity. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 30

Juliette cast a wary eye to Tyler as he hovered at the end of the alley…

There are probably a couple hundred words that could have been used here, and the author decided on “word that makes the character seem like he’s got superpowers”.

Thirty-two paces. A barrier in the middle, which the dueler on each side could approach but could not retreat from once they had stepped forward. Tyler had one shot. If he missed, Roma could compel him right to the barrier, and when Roma took his returning shot, there was only one outcome possible. At such proximity, Roma could only strike true

There are fucking 19 more chapters after this. Whatever is going to happen in this duel can’t possibly be important in the slightest.

By the time Juliette opened her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry,” Tyler was already dead.

Chapter 30 summary: Juliette waits with Tyler for the duel to start. Alisa is being held under two other scarlet guards, but she seems more annoyed than anything. Roma and Ben show up. Ben and Juliette discuss how they couldn’t convince their cousins to back down in any way. The two whiny little manchildren get into position, and Juliette tells Alisa not to look; the young girl still hasn’t fucking figured out what’s going on, despite the guns being drawn and paces taken.

But before the two men can turn around and shoot at each other, Tyler gets shot in the chest. He doesn’t immediately die, but lives long enough to understand that he was betrayed by Juliette. Juliette then has to kill the two guards, so that they won’t rat her out, either.

After doing that, Juliette goes to Tyler’s side, where he lays dying on the ground with a hole in his chest. She chews him out for having pushed this past any sort of reason. Juliette tries to tell herself that he’s doing this because he believed that his father was killed by the whites. But like… why the fuck would you bring this up literally one paragraph before he dies? Nobody cares at this point. He died as he lived: shitty.

Chapter 31

“It doesn’t matter,” Juliette said. “He can’t hurt us now, can he?”

The problem is that I doubt things are going to get better. Tyler played a stupid game (and won an equally stupid prize), but he also started something that he knew was literally going to end up with him dying violently and early.

If she thinks that this is going to end with Tyler, I think she’s wrong.

Edit from the future: Oh boy, wasn’t counting on that interrupting the plot, but maybe people will be so distracted that Tyler’s death won’t even matter in the long run.

Juliette watched a brothel owner wander out onto her balcony, her silk billowing in the wind. In seconds, she was shot from below, and with a spray of red, tumbled over the railing onto the hard cement ground.

The worker who had fired the bullet did not pause.

Ah yes. I’m certain that killing random prostitutes will totally make people sympathetic towards your cause. /ALL THE GODDAMNED SARCASM

Just as the workers rounded into the alley and loosed their ammunition, Juliette and Roma disappeared through the narrow back passages and merged into the city.

Chapter 31 summary: They kind of stand around and the others are kind of like “Damn Juliette.” She’s obviously upset over what she did, but she doesn’t seem to have any sort of regret over having done it. Marshall shows up, but literally not even the narration can spare more than a few paragraphs on it before it drags the Romeo and Juliet plot back front and center.

In the distance, gunfire is heard. Somebody says that the revolution is upon them.

We randomly jump to Kathleen, who is the only one concerned that Rose, Juliette, and Tyler are missing among all of the chaos.

Back to our main characters, Roma demands that they not go anywhere until Juliette agrees to talk to him. Which considering that they literally witnessed a protestor kill a random prostitute simply because she was there… that doesn’t seem like a great idea in the slightest. She eventually agrees.

Chapter 32

The first echoes of shooting began outside. Perhaps Juliette should have tried to get home instead, tried to organize the Scarlets to fight back. Somehow, she had a feeling it would not make a difference. For the first time, the gangsters were not only outnumbered but vastly overpowered.

Gee, it’s almost like if you continue to treat people like shit, they’re going to rise up and shoot you in the streets or something. How weird is that?

“The chaos outside . . . It won’t just end tonight as it always does. It won’t go back to the way it was.”

Roma smoothed his thumb across her wrist. “I know,” he replied. “While we weren’t watching, we have lost power.”

These idiot gangs were too busy launching bullets at each other to pay attention to the rising resentment of the commoners.

It was distant to Juliette, and she would let it remain at a distance, so long as she could have this—here, now, perfect: her soul as boundless as the sea, her love as deep

Chapter 32 summary: Roma and Juliette flee to a safehouse. (What about the others? Fuck them, I guess.) There, in this book’s preferred style, too much time is spent with them basically affirming that they love one another, no really. However, there’s next to no emotional impact in the scene, which is also in this book’s style. So I found myself largely skimming the entire thing until we mercifully got a paragraph break.

We jump over to Kathleen, who randomly decided that now was a good time to go for a goddamned stroll. She comes across a little girl who was sent out for bandages to help the wounded. And then a man who all but spits in Kathleen’s face simply because she’s wearing “nice” clothes. Even despite that, she helps the man.

Juliette had hoped that the fighting would have slowed or even stopped as night fell, but that didn’t happen. She and Roma sit around and kind of have one of those “We did this. We’re the bad guys in their eyes.” This quickly goes back to how much they love one another. And it still has no sort of emotional impact, so I don’t even care when they start getting hot and heavy.

#These Violent Delights series #Our Violent Ends #Chapter 30 #Chapter 31 #Chapter 32 #bad writing is bad #I would ask where the editor was but I think we all know there was none #Tyler Cai #Juliette Cai #Nobody fucking cares #character death #Roma Montagov #Ben Montagov #do you even know how the world works?#HEADDESKING #shitty people doing shitty things #Kathleen Cai

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 year

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nothing says 'family bonding' as a chase after a fallen from grace tv star turned mad villain and his hot young accomplice suffering from stockholm syndrom 🤗🤗🤗

#ben 10 #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben tennyson #gwen tennyson #ben 10 UA ep.tag: s2e27:Catch a Falling Star #me watching ep: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-#ive been rewatching B10 for a month now and there were a lot of ep-s that made me want to headdesk and/or doodle #but i just had to capture my WTF through poor Gwen and Ben who literally?? suffered thru that ep

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ardentpoop · 3 months

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ever want to take a flying leap off a bridge thinking abt how girlfriend he was in this ep

#keysmash keysmash keysmash keysmash headdesk #i need to be put down like a rabid dog #spn #liveblog tag #3.03

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chestnutisland · 4 months

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1/7/2024

Chestnut Island turns 12 today!

Thank you all for the ongoing support for my little Chestnut Corner on the web. When I started this blog, I didn't think it would last this long but here we are and I'm so very grateful!

Let's make 2024 another K18 filled year to look forward to!♥

#krillin #android 18 #dbz #mine #blogaversary #milestone #dumb me forgot to queue this for earlier so had to wait to upload till I got home*headdesk*

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frikatilhi · 2 months

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So apparently after the Tallinn gig, Jere and Bojan went inside the tour bus together and stayed there for a while. Then Jere came out, bantered with the fans a little from further away but did not stay and left the venue. Then the other JO members came out to greet the fans but Bojan stayed inside the bus.

What do you think happened with these two?

Lots of tears, foreheads pressed together, hugs so tight a few ribs were crushed, head scratches, neck kisses, vows of eternal bro-ship, some feels were copped, next facetime date confirmed, obviously.

And then Bojan needed a moment to have a bit of a cry I MEAN SAVE HIS VOICE OF COURSE.

#I mean #I hope that's what you're asking?#I've seen the talk about a break-up and it's tiring #the fact that they are more private actually probably means they are closer than ever?#Jere is more careful about his privacy nowadays anyway #remember how in the summer people assumed they weren't friends anymore because they didn't interact in public #which was the stupidest thing ever #and seeing it again now makes me headdesk #they spent a week together and jere followed them to tallinn #yeah sounds like they hate each other now #sorry anon this is not directed at you per se #just wasn't sure about your wording #ask #sad bojere bitches support group

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utilitycaster · 2 months

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TANKARD QUESTIONS DURING THE C BLOCK FOREVER look here's the deal i am EXHAUSTED I've read a third of a drizzt book and i'm going to go to bed but if you read the unhinged ramblings, 4sd is not here to validate you. 4sd is here so that the cast can facetime Marisha and Robbie at an undisclosed location and Sam can lick the Jenga blocks. if a question gets answered unintelligibly WE LIKE IT THAT WAY.

#she says having repeatedly headdesked over the 4sd summarizing process

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aragarna · 6 months

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Facepalm Friday - Guy Williams as don Diego de la Vega (Zorro 1957, 1x13)

hey, @archaeopter-ace here comes another epic facepalm!

#guy williams #don diego de la vega #diego de la vega #zorro #disney's zorro #facepalm #epic facepalm #headdesk #shakes head #my gifs #ze rewatch #zorro rewatch

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nientedenada · 1 year

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The Time Daggerfall Plagiarized a Japanese History Book

One of the funniest bits of TES trivia for me is that a lot of Redguard History is copy-pasted Sengoku -> Edo Period Japan with the names changed. That’s still apparent in the books the franchise uses, but it started in Daggerfall with straight-up plagiarism. Redguards: Their History and Their Heroes plagiarizes from the translator’s introduction to Miyamoto Musashi’s Book of the Five Rings.

The original: The traditional rule of the emperors had been overthrown in the twelfth century, and although each succesive emperor remained the figurehead of Japan, his powers were very much reduced. Since that time, Japan had seen almost continuous civil war between the provincial lords, warrior monks and brigands, all fighting each other for land and power. In the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries the lords, called daimyo, built huge stone castles to protect themselves and their lands and castle towns outside the walls began to grow up. These wars naturally restricted the growth of trade and impoverished the whole country.

vs. Redguards: Their History and their Heroes: The traditional rule of emperors had been overthrown in 2012, and although each successive emperor remained the figurehead of the empire, his powers were very much reduced. Since that time, our people saw 300 years of almost continuous civil war between the provincial lords, warrior monks and brigands, all fighting each other for land and power.In the time of Lord Frandar the first Warrior Prince, lords called Yokeda built huge stone castles to protect themselves and their lands, and castle towns outside the walls begin to grow up.

I haven’t checked the rest of that text or any other Daggerfall texts for plagiarism, but it cracks me up how blatant it was. There might be more out there. The text was dropped from the games after Redguard, but ESO brought it back in all its plagiarized glory.

#Daggerfall #tesblr #headdesk moments in game development #tes lore #niente lore #Hammerfell

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moodsbytraviswillingham · 10 months

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Campaign 2, Episode 35

#Travis Willingham #Critical Role #Campaign 2 #C2E35 #headdesk

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asteracaea · 5 months

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the overwhelming theme of taylor's body of work from 1989 on is about hiding budding relationships and protecting love from the public eye because it's delicate and public scrutiny always ruins it.

#the lack of reading comprehension...#i get that the general pop would not be aware of it #but swifties.........?#*headdesk*

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willowelijah · 1 year

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Headdesking - Remus Lupin/OC

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Summary: Follow Remus Lupin bury his head in various pillows as his friends tease him about a crush he's developed on the girl they recruit to assist them in their mission to become animagi.

Content warnings: Swearing. Some angst.

Chapter 1: A Proposition

A/N: Don't expect: - Much Peter content - A fully accurate depiction of animagi-lore

Remus was having breakfast together with James and Peter in the Great Hall. Apart from the faint buzzing of a snitch zooming through the air, it was a peaceful moment. For the past fifteen minutes everyone had been quiet, allowing Remus to enjoy his book while eating his cereal.

Then Sirius came strutting up to them and sat down.

He leaned his head in toward the middle of the table, causing the other three boys to peer up at him under their eyebrows and lean in as well. James grabbed the snitch and tucked it in his pocket, letting his full attention be on Sirius.

"We're lucky. I was just in the library looking up the registry on animagi, and as it turns out there is one at this very school with us." he whispered.

Peter and James' eyes widened, whereas Remus merely pursed his lips. They all leaned back as Sirius swivelled around and pointed with a full finger and arm at a girl sitting at the Hufflepuff table, her eyes currently tracing the pages of a book.

James leaned forward again and squinted. "Is she reading the school's official code of conduct?"

"Looks like it." Peter confirmed.

Remus couldn't help a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hazel Pembroke." he said without thinking.

Sirius' eyes went wide. "You know her?" a pleased grin spread across his face. "Perfect."

Remus' friends all looked at him. His smile disappeared. "I don't know her." he was quick to say.

They all quieted, but their attention didn't leave the unsuspecting boy.

Remus' eyes fell briefly again on the reading girl. When he looked back at his mates next and found them still staring, he soon realised that they were waiting for him to explain himself. "We have several classes together!" he let out, a tad defensively at that. "I've just... seen her."

James raised his eyebrows and the boys looked between each other. Remus stopped in his tracks, knowing full well that in about ten seconds he would be fully blushing, and relishing in the sweet few seconds of privacy he had left.

But he was lucky, as Sirius soon stole everyone's attention back. "Hazel, guys. Remember her name." he bored his eyes into James and Peter. Remus could tell that this was important business to him. Anything involving doing something dangerous was important to Sirius.

Everyone nodded including Remus, despite not having been one of the ones addressed.

James looked over at Hazel. "Now we just have to go over there and kiss ass and be really nice to her and make her share all her ancient wisdom with us and devote all her time to helping us become animagi ...and to also swear an oath to do it in secret."

Peter nodded (albeit tentatively) once again, but James was still able to smile confidently.

Sirius was the first one to jump up from his seat. He began charging toward the Hufflepuff table while Peter and James climbed over the table from the other side, receiving some nasty comments from their fellow diners. Remus, on the other hand, groaned and stood up as painstakingly slowly as he possibly could.

It wasn't just the fact that he didn't want his friends to do this for him. Becoming animagi was a great risk, and hanging out with a werewolf (even as a fellow animal) was an even greater risk. But aside from all of that, something about going over to Hazel, the girl he would usually spot in class with either a book he had read and loved, or a book he would eventually come to love after seeing her read it and deciding to pick it up for himself — seemed in the moment like something incredibly daunting.

Once they had caught up to Sirius he turned to them and mumbled, "Only problem is... she's a prefect." For the first time Remus could actually spot a flicker of doubt on his friend's face at his own plan.

"Just an inconsequential little detail." James sarcastically remarked and rolled his eyes.

After that they all slowed their pace significantly. Suddenly none of the four seemed to want to arrive at their destination. Yet a few seconds later — found that they had.

Hazel was underlining a passage in the book. Remus stared at her as he sat down opposite her. Her boyishly short brown hair was sticking out from all sides, curving out on both sides at the back of her neck. Her petite figure; her large brown eyes scanning the words before her; it all made him want to get up and run in the opposite direction, while at the same time wishing she would look up and say something to him.

Just as they had all sat down though, without so much as glancing their way she shut her book and stood up to leave. She was just reaching for her bag when...

"Where are you going?" asked Sirius, dumbfounded.

After realising that she was being addressed Hazel stopped, but her bag kept flying and landed around her shoulder while she finally took a moment to acknowledge the foursome. Her eyes landed on the boy who had spoken. It took her a moment, but eventually she remembered to speak.

"It's 7:30." she answered, like it was self-explanatory.

"So?" Sirius replied and folded his arms over the table.

Hazel hugged her book across her chest. "So I have to get to class."

Sirius furrowed his brows. "Do you have class at 7:30 in the morning?" he asked, like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

At this point Remus couldn't hold back anymore. He pinched the bridge of his nose and angled his head down, cringing at his friend's idiocy and hoping to Merlin that it wouldn't reflect badly on himself.

It was Hazel's time to furrow her eyebrows. "I don't. I have class at 8:00, and if I don't leave for it now I'm going to be late." she looked at her wristwatch, as if accounting for the precious seconds missed by the diversion, then looked around at the rest of the boys too and added, "In fact we will all be late, since you guys take Herbology with me."

Several other students around them were now also standing up to leave. But Sirius was not deterred. He gave her a crooked smile, "And since you take that class with us, you know that we are always late for it. Why don't you join us, just this once?"

Her eyes darted between the boys. "But if I do that then..." She trailed off, seemingly unsure of how to finish her sentence.

They all waited for her to gather her thoughts.

Her eyes finally focused on Sirius, and Remus felt relieved at not being the subject of her flitting attention. "...Then I'll be late." she finished simply.

"So?" Sirius asked once again. "Be late just this once."

"But... I'll be late." she repeated.

James stared in bafflement at the girl. Sirius looked off and sighed, although with a small tug at the corner of his lip. "Can't you be late just once?" He suggested once more.

Hazel stared off toward the exit. "I guess I could..." she pondered, sounding like it was the first time she had ever considered it.

She ended up sitting back down, but the existential crisis was still ongoing if judging by her expression. Sirius and James didn't seem to mind that detail however, and jumped right in. They began to explain their plan (leaving out the werewolf aspect) with utmost detail, all to her still vacant expression.

Remus took a moment to reflect on his newfound knowledge about the girl before him. There was something awe-inspiring about being in the presence of someone who must be so skilled and knowledgeable to have been able to complete the process of becoming an animagus.

And she was so young. And sort of innocent and sweet looking...

"Remus, stop staring at her." James said then, causing Remus to immediately look away and for Hazel to start blushing.

After that Remus' defensive systems kicked in and he soon found himself muttering, "I'm not staring. I just don't understand why we need her."

Hazel narrowed her eyes at Remus, but she mostly looked surprised at his statement.

The boys however had all mutually tensed at Remus' snarky tone.

"Well she's an animagus, and we're not." Peter explained to try and salvage the situation.

"Yeah Remus, catch up." James joked and patted him on the shoulder. He turned to Hazel, hitching with a chuckle and gesturing at Remus as if to imply that he was the reason for it.

But Hazel wasn't laughing. "Not just for the fact that I myself have completed the spell successfully, but a large part of my family are animagi." she explained. "For us it's a rite of passage of sorts. The wisdom of how to best succeed at it has been passed down through generations of us." Her eyes singled in on Remus and she continued, "I sit on a world of knowledge about this particular spell. All the helpful tips and tricks for getting it right. I know the ins and outs of it like the back of my hand and to be perfectly honest, I'm not confident that you guys have it in you to pull it off." Her eyes drifted toward James, who was shaping his hair, trying to get it to stay put in the particular way he wanted it. "...At least not without my help." She finished, raising her brows cockily at Remus.

"I think we'll try our hand at it ourselves, thanks." Remus countered, receiving more than one dissatisfied stare from his friends.

He knew that he was destroying their plan. But he supposed it was probably fine. He was sure they could probably do it without her.

Probably.

And to be perfectly honest, the idea of being in close proximity to her more than he already had terrified him. It was definitely best they just do it themselves.

Hazel didn't seem fazed by Remus' refusal to take her advice, and she already had more ammo at her disposal. She waved her hand casually in the air, "The choice is yours. But if I were you I'd take all the help I could get." Then she placed two elbows on the table and leaned in, "...Unless you want to end up with bat-ears, like my uncle."

James' eyes went wide and his hand stopped tending to his hair.

"Or with a tail, like my grandfather." she continued, then watched as Peter's eyebrows bent in despair.

"Or with scaly elbows, like my cousin."

A violent shudder went down Sirius' spine.

But Remus remained composed. "Clearly the ancient wisdom in your family hasn't got you very far."

Peter stared dumbstruck at him. But Remus ignored him. He refused to drop Hazel's gaze.

"Like I said," she began slowly, "it's a complicated spell."

"You managed to do it, how hard can it be?" The words slid out of Remus' mouth like a reflex. But as soon as he'd said them, he suddenly found it incredibly difficult to keep eye contact with her. He looked away.

Hazel pursed her lips. Then without another word rose to her feet, snatched her bag and stomped off to Herbology.

Remus' friends watched pleadingly as she went. But no words came out of either of them. Instead they turned toward the culprit, who was presently looking down at the table in a sullen state.

He wasn't sure what had just happened, or what had driven him to act in the way he just had, but a feeling of strong dissatisfaction with himself was rapidly manifesting.

As soon as Hazel's short frame had disappeared out the door and left the now empty Great Hall, Remus resorted to leaning down and bonking his head against the table repeatedly.

"Remus." Sirius began in a matter of fact tone, yet with an underlying scathing quality. He continued, "May I remind you that we are trying to get this girl to do us a ginormous favour?"

Remus stopped bonking his head, and like the naïve boy that he inevitably was, still believed he could get away with some good old nonchalance of his misdemeanour, "So?"

Sirius was too baffled to continue his line of questioning, therefore James picked up the torch, "So — it would benefit us if you could help butter her up a little." He poked Remus' side with his elbow. "You know... instead of repeatedly insulting her." he finished awkwardly.

"Yeah. Why on earth would you do that?" Peter asked.

Instead of replying Remus made a face, with his forehead still pressed against the table nonetheless.

"You're like the sweetest person on this earth." James let out.

Remus grimaced once again.

"I once saw him apologise to a bludger while we were playing quidditch." Peter interjected.

More bonking ensued on Remus' end.

"But the one time we actually need you to be kind, you do a 180° personality change." Sirius exclaimed, finally out of his temporary muteness.

Remus sat up, but met neither of his friends' eyes. He proceeded to unenthusiastically grab his bag and stalk off before any of them could press him for any more answers.

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Chapter 21

Suffice it to say, after Tyler’s arson…

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Who was the one whispering into her father’s ear?

I’m sorry, but did this fuckwit seriously ask who was whispering into her dad’s ear? DO YOU EVEN FUCKING HAVE TO ASK?!

IT IS THE ONE WHO FUCKING UPPED THE ANTE AND BURNED A CHILD ALIVE IN FRONT OF HUNDREDS OF WITNESSES.

So what wasn’t she seeingm now?

This isn’t my typo; this was the fucking published book. What the hell.

I WOULD ASK WHERE THE EDITOR WAS, BUT I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE WAS NONE.

Juliette shot him a warning glare as she walked to the door, but Marshall only grinned. “Goodbye, you menace.”

Chapter 21 summary: A week after Tyler’s attack, and things went to hell in a handbasket. Juliette has been trying to contact all of the hotels to ask if a guest has been making too much noise and leaving too big of a mess, but is getting nowhere. What’s worse (in her opinion) is that Roma has been ignoring all of her messages.

She confesses to Kathleen that she feels like there should have been another attack, and the fact that there have only been 2 is worrying to her. Kathleen reminds her that this person is after money, not to spread fear like Paul wanted.

Juliette goes into her father’s office, to find a nationalist and Tyler. Apparently, they finished the vaccination, and Tyler is jumping on the opportunity for them to make bank from this. Juliette chides the government official by shaming him about letting people in his city suffer, but the man doesn’t give a shit. The guy legit thinks that charging people to not die from this unnatural plague is somehow going to stop the communists from winning. (No, I don’t follow that logic, either.)

Juliette reports back to Kathleen what the man told her: that the white flowers aligned themselves with the commies. Kathleen goes to make a call, and when she comes back, she says that it’s partially true. That it’s not Lord and Roma, but rather, a sect that’s pulling further and further away from the whites by the day. Juliette thinks that this is the commie attempts to get rid of both gangs, and then to weaken the Nationalists. Katleen encourages Juliette to… literally not.

Then Kathleen mentions Rose’s secret boyfriend. It’s obvious that Juliette doesn’t give a shit about it, so I don’t care, either.

Juliette goes to Marshall, to ask about the white’s relationship with communists. He explains to her that most of the whites are refugees who fled from the reign of terror that came down upon Russia… which is way too much Russian political history in a book about Chinese political history wrapped up in a disguise as supernatural Romeo and Juliette. He continues on to tell Juliette about the government official her father had been meeting with. That he’s like a dog who won’t release a bone, so good luck getting the vaccination to the city. Before she leaves again, she tells him to stay inside.

Chapter 22

And all in one breath, Rosalind said, “Because he’s associated with the White Flowers, okay?”

Look, this book barely gives a shit about the main Romeo and Juliette subplot. It really doesn’t have time for a SECOND one with a character that the book also doesn’t give a shit about.

Without waiting for an answer, Juliette hauled Alisa by the arm and took off.

Chapter 22 summary: Juliette rushes back to help accompany her mother to the woman’s temple. In there, Juliette confronts Rose about the rumors that she has a boyfriend. Rose confesses that her boyfriend is a White Flower. She insists that she’s convincing him to leave the whites, but somehow I doubt that things are going to work out for her.

Juliette watches as her mother meets with a client. This probably will be important, but Juliette doesn’t give a shit. She mulls over the plot instead, which is maddening because she adds nothing to it.

As she looks around the temple some more, she sees Alisa sitting in the back corner, reading a book. The young girl tells Juliette she had hoped that nobody would mind since she was in a temple. She goes on to say that everybody is gathered for the funeral, and Juliette panics, knowing that the procession would lead them right past where they are… Where Tyler is waiting for them to come out.

Juliette runs out, only to find Tyler locked in battle with an unnamed white. She herself is then cornered by both Roma and Demetri. This amounts to nothing before Juliette randomly grabs Alisa– who had followed Juliette out– and takes off.

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