#father lupin you will always be famous

[cornishpixiez]

remus is already dressed up for halloween 🎃

(@whorerific gave me brain worms about the priest costume + collar combo and i’m making it everyone else’s problem)

#father lupin you will always be famous #and i love u so #wow look at me posting something after months in hiatus #don’t mind me #remus lupin #ziggy’s art

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Card Meanings in the new, The Day I Picked Up Dazai art.

Ok so im currently still in shock that were getting new day I picked up dazai content so bare with me, but onece again Asagiri has included playing cards in his art so of course I have to break down what they mean.

Lets start with side A (the right side):

First we see a joker:

While Gogol is the obvious fit for the joker, the card also describes Dazai extremely well. He is almost always acting like the fool in any given situation, even in the mafia he loved to be as weird and funny as he could as well as tease and annoy the people around him, something jesters famously did.

In fact, his dynamic with Mori is very close to how a king and a jester used to work, where the jester was the only person who was allowed to openly mock the king and would usually heckle him. They also played a key part in psychological warfare, which we see Dazai specialises in.

I think the whole; wit, intelligence and unpredictability kind of speaks for itself.

Next card is the four of spades:

This one is also really fitting, it shows how after the day I picked up Dazai side A, Dazai settles into his little routine of going to bar lupin with Oda as well as how he finally has someone who he can trust and be comfortable around. Finally, it is a clear message of optimism, something Dazai never shows before he meets Oda.

Next the two of hearts:

This one is pretty obvious, it's Dazai and Oda spending time at bar lupin. It actually fits so well, there's not much I can say about it other then how it shows the love and care Dazai and Oda had for each other (platonically)

Now for Side B (prepare to cry)

The first card is the three of spades:

Whyyyyyyyyyy... why Asagiri. This one is also fairly obvious but it has multiple meanings. It most clearly represents Dazai suffering in side B as he has to run the mafia without odasaku and live in utter loneliness while destroying all the connections he never got to have for the sake of a friend he never got to meet.

“It was hard,” muttered the young man. “It was really hard fighting Mimic without you in the organization. I had no choice but to take over for Mori and make enemies of everyone around me to expand the business. Everything I did was for this world’s—”

It also represents the moment on the platform where he nearly tells Odasaku the truth and goes with him to bar lupin, the horrible decision to abandon everything for Odas future

The next card is... the ace of spades:

The ace of spade has many meanings, most of which involve change or transition, but by far its most famous meaning it death. I really don't think I have to explain this one, Beast Dazai having the card of death has a pretty clear meaning.

But the ace of spade does have a secondary meaning, and this one is a little more hopeful, as it shows Dazai passing the safety of this world onto Atsushi and Auktagawa.

Finally, (it's a bit hard to see) we have the ten of diamonds:

I want to focus mostly on the highlighted part because it's what really applies to BEAST Dazai, he lived his whole life to create a world where what matters most to him, that Oda gets to be happy and write his books, becomes real. This card doesn't apply to Dazai directly, more to the fact that he made succeeding in his mission his only priority and discarded everything else.

Bonus round Odasku card; the king of clubs

the only card thats seen on Oda's section and one that clearly represents Odasaku as a character.

"King of clubs represents a dark man, who is loyal and kind. He is a good businessman, shrewd with money and investments, but isn’t selfish. In fact, the King of clubs is a very devoted father, husband and citizen. In a broader sense, the King of clubs encompasses idealized qualities of a fatherly figure. This card is universally considered as a very good omen."

I feel like this sums Odasaku up very well, the devoted father and loyal friend parts are just him to a t.

(this is also the card I think best represents Fukuzawa)

Right, I think I got everything, if you disagree with this or find something I missed, please reblog or comment with whatever you want to add, or send me an ask. I love discussing, and hearing other people's views as long as they're respectful.

If you add something, please add it in the post not the tags, so I can reply to it (or in the tags if that makes you more comfortable)

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[starstruckwillows]

dad!headcanons — harry potter ♡

requested by @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 <3

harry potter x fem!reader, dad!harry, headcanons, fluff, headcanons for biological and adopted children

harry potter as a dad

biological children

•harry wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. he hadn’t had the best examples of parenting, he was never around young children or babies

•but when you came to him, pregnant, it felt like (almost) all of his worries fizzled. they weren’t as important as you, and the child you’d created together

•he visited his parents’ graves when he found out. to say hi, to ask for advice, to maybe just tell them they were going to be grandparents

•goes to see andromeda tonks too, where she’s raising teddy lupin. realises how much this child is something he wants

•when the time comes, he’s an amazing father

•splits responsibilities with you, never lets you end up doing everything

•has such a bond with his kid, and it’s not long before he’s tentatively bringing up the subject of more

•toys everywhere, he’s not a must-be-tidy-at-all-times dad. we’re talking magical train sets, muggle rubber ducks, doll houses, push cars, everything he passes in a shop somewhere

•naturally such a girl dad, but he is so happy with a little boy too. anything he can love

•makes such a big deal out of birthdays, really goes overboard

•raised around so many cousins and friends, massive family times, so many game nights gone wrong

•sincerely apologizing for the attention being a potter will bring his family, but they don’t really mind. at least he’s famous for a good thing

•as they get older, and they’re off to hogwarts, of course he’s missing them. he doesn’t want to stifle them, but the letters are twice a week, at least

•and your kids were raised well, with love, so they have no problem writing back to them all, and they know their home is always a safe place

•harry sleeps well at night knowing he created the home he wanted

•will cry at their weddings, if they happen

adopted children

•three scenarios — you’ve had a biological child, you want more, and for whatever reason that is, you two decide to adopt (harry’s fully supportive of this)

•or, for whatever personal reasons, you can’t or don’t want a biological child (harry’s fully supportive of this)

•or, not long after the war, the wizarding world is still overrun with orphans. there are leaflets everywhere begging couples to adopt. you wanted to expand your family as it was, and harry’s worries were overcome both by his previously mentioned visits, and his desire to not let voldemort ruin the lives of any more children

•whatever it is, he loves them like his own. because they are his own.

•all the prior headcanons, because nothing changes for either of you. your family may not be nuclear, but why should it have to be?

•if anyone pokes fun at their adoption, you best believe harry is up there like a flash to get someone seriously scolded, and you aren’t far behind him

•when the time comes to tell your kids, harry is perfect with it. he knows what to say. you don’t leave it too long either, harry knows what it is to feel lied to about your family

•if any relationships struggle around that time, the strain is physically clear on harry. but he waits for them to be ready, knowing how personal it is

in conclusion

•in any situation, harry loves his children

•he’s a good dad. nobody is perfect, he’ll maks mistakes, but not with the gravity of the one’s he feared

🏷️ — @faeriieblush @poppet05 @it-be-me-ella @juneberrie @ell0ra-br3kk3r @meredarling

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE BATTLE OF LIONS AND SNAKES - R.A.B

As the first wizarding war draws near, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin becomes even more visible. You'd thought that being James's sister and a Slytherin would change things, but it only made things worse. Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!Potter!reader. Genre: fluff, some angst. Warnings: pureblood supremacy, war talk, slightly dark themes? Swearing, Sirius being a dick. YN calls Sirius a cunt.

The Potters and Blacks were, perhaps, two of the most popular wizarding families at Hogwarts; along with the Malfoys, Prewetts and the Notts. Yes, being pureblood had it's privileges, but it was popularity that put James Potter and Sirius Black on the map.

James and Sirius were the kinds of people that no-one disliked. They were good at sports, funny, daring, and over-all good natured people. They might not have the best grades like Remus Lupin or Lily Evans, but they were damn good at making people laugh, and no-one seemed to mind if they lost any house points.

When the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it had mentioned Gryffindor. Out of all the houses, Gryffindor was the house to be in. Gryffindor made stars, and was home to many famous witches and wizards.

James was a leader. He became Prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his sixth year, and was the youngest Quidditch player in a hundred years to be made Captain of the Gryffindor team. He was a good friend - always loyal, always listening to the side of everyone's conversations, always making sure everyone was involved. He was a gentleman - when he had his heart set on someone, he knew exactly what to do and how to treat her right (in the later years, of course). Your mother and father were extremely proud of him.

You yourself were somewhat similar, as his younger sister, but you always envied him for finding most things in life easy. James had every opportunity laid out for him. You, however, had to work hard if you wanted something, sometimes twice as hard as the average student; hence why the hat placed you in Slytherin.

Being in Slytherin and being a Potter caused quite an uproar your first year at Hogwarts. Everyone in Slytherin had a bone to pick with James, based on whatever prank he and his friends had done on the house. Because of this, everyone had some kind of opinion on you, except for the first years, who knew nothing better but to be your friend.

You had met your first ever friend on the Hogwarts Express. James had brought you to sit with his friends, the "Marauders", as they liked to call themselves. You'd spent two Christmases with them before coming to Hogwarts, and honestly, they were pretty stuck-up, especially Remus, who was some sort of care-home yob, and glared at you every time you spoke.

Eventually, you left the carriage, telling James you wanted to make some new friends. He didn't mind, and jokingly told you not to make friends with the "wrong sort", although you didn't really know what that meant.

All of the carriages were full of people who looked older than you and scarier. You walked further down the train, wondering why some students were staring at you. You ignored them, looking through all of the carriages. Finally, after quite some time, you came across a carriage that was almost empty.

A small boy was sitting on the left side of the carriage, reading a book about Ancient Runes. You smiled, he looked so peaceful compared to everyone else; and he was your age. You put your hand to the door and knocked. He looked up, frowning.

The small boy put his book down and got up. He opened the door, "what do you want?" His dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled apologetically, "I was just looking for a place to sit. My brother and his friends are a bit annoying." The small boy looked you up and down and stepped aside. "You can sit with me."

"My brother and his friends are a bit stuck up, too. I met them on the platform. My name's Regulus, by the way. Regulus Black."

Your eyes widened. This was Regulus Black? The brother that Sirius Black despised so much? Well, he didn't seem quite so decietful and troll-like after all, but perhaps siblings just disagreed with each other. You wondered why he was all by himself.

"I enjoy my own company, normally, but mother said to make friends. You seem like a respectable enough witch... Would you mind telling me your name?" You tried not to giggle at how Regulus spoke. You'd never heard a ten-year-old speak so posh before. You smiled, "YN Potter, nice to meet you."

Regulus's eyes darkened but he shook his head. "You're not bad for a Potter. Let's be friends." Regulus Black held out his hand, and you shook it, sitting down next to him.

The train continued to move through Scotland. "I'm afraid I'll be put in Slytherin," you said after awhile, putting your head in your hands, "all of my family's been in Gryffindor for thousands of years, but the other day dad joked that I was more cunning than bold."

Regulus looked at you, "I think what you did earlier was pretty bold." You scoffed, "what, asking you if I could sit with you?" He grinned and nodded, "yeah. Do you know how many people avoided me just then before you got here? Even in the Slytherin carriage they think I'm some sort of a freak." You frowned, "I don't think you're a freak. You're just a regular kid to me."

Regulus pulled a face, "I'll have you know I'm the second heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, an extremely respectable and non-regular young wizard." You let out a snort of a laugh, "what kind of kid has to be respectable?!" Before covering your mouth. Regulus smiled at you, "the ones who don't snort like that." You giggled.

Regulus started to get more comfortable. "All of my family's been in Slytherin for thousands of years, just like how yours is with Gryffindor. When Sirius was put in Gryffindor two years ago mum went absolutely ballistic. Maybe I might be put in Gryffindor too, but I think I'll probably be in Slytherin... I wish I was brave enough to run away."

You snorted again, "I wish I was brave enough to be in Gryffindor." Regulus laughed loudly. You turned to him, "if I am put in Slytherin, it won't be so bad if I'm with you." And he smiled.

And you were right. With Regulus by your side, you found it easy making friends in first year. Everyone in Slytherin was a pureblood, and was either scared of him (which you thought was truly ridiculous) or they respected him.

As the years went by, it was clear to most people that the two of you were as close as two peas in a pod. You were often seen together so much that on the rare occasions where you weren't together, you were asked where the other one was.

It was in your third year where you realised your feelings for the youngest Black brother was not just those of friendship, but something much stronger. As your crush grew and your Slytherin friends teased you about it, you began to worry and think of what would happen if you were to date Regulus, and what would happen when your big brother and his best friend found out that you were dating the little brother that he despised so.

And in fourth year, as if nudging these events into reality even further, you and Regulus began to date. In fifth year, the two of you became prefects and Quidditch Captains, and it was clear that you were a powerful unstoppable couple. Despite this, however, some people still did not agree with the dynamic of your relationship.

It was during lunch in the middle of your fifth year did the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor really take its poll.

The war was almost in full motion, and it was obvious to anyone with brains that Voldemort did not have good intentions. There had been whispers in the Slytherin Common Room of some older students who had joined Voldemort's side through some kind of ritual.

James and Sirius were convinced that Regulus was one of these people, and as usual, had convinced themselves that they were right.

"What exactly are you trying to say, James?" You snapped. Your older brother put his hands up in surrender. "Don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Padfoot thinks you should reconsider your relationship with Regulus, that's all." Merlin, were you glad that Reg was out in the pitch training. Sometimes his mad Quidditch obsession was a good thing.

You turned to Sirius now, "you think that, do you?" And Sirius shrugged. James jumped in quickly, keen to stop an argument from happening.

"Well you know how Padfoot's family are all very... Traditional," James was picking his words carefully, watching your facial expressions, "and he told me the other day that his folks had been talking about some dark lord for a long time, like, ever since second year, and how they were all going to join him and support him, and Padfoot was just saying-"

"Regulus is bound to join up!" Sirius butted in. James turned to him and sighed. You looked at him. "He means well, but he's easily coeerced into things, and he's always trying to impress mother, and they always brainwash him, I mean, just look at Bella."

You scowled. Sirius's parents may have been horrible people, but that didn't mean everyone else in his family was. Okay, perhaps one or two of his cousins had done some nasty things in the past, and Bellatrix was one of them, but you would always remember her as the girl who cursed some older students for boxing your ears. She'd said any friend of Regulus was a friend of hers and that you could count on her.

"Bella is a perfectly kind and respectable witch. She's really nice, actually." Sirius rolled his eyes at this. "Well, whatever, but don't come crying to me when your boyfriend has suddenly run off to join Voldemort. I'm telling you, all of them are like that. You know, at least ninety percent of Slytherin house are evil!" Sirius threw his arms up and you began to fume.

"But you always forget the main thing, don't you, Black?!" Typical Sirius Black to hate something but to leave an exception. "I'm a Slytherin too! You think we're all just so evil, do you? You think all of us want to join Voldemort? Since Regulus apparently will, maybe I will to PROVE YOU WRONG, you righteous, narcissistic cunt!"

Lily and Marlene gasped but you didn't care. Sirius scoffed even louder. "Oh, that's rich, coming from YN "I don't want to be a Slytherin" Potter! But I suppose after snogging my dear brother everything's fine, is it? Suppose the death eaters will just have to snog you to convince you to join up-"

"CONFRINGO!" The Gryffindors shrieked loudly at the sudden spell. Sirius flew backwards, knocking down the students who were sitting next to him and you knew who it was immeadietly. Regulus was always rather powerful with his magic.

Sirius got up and glared at his younger brother, taking out his wand. Regulus held his chin high, "don't you say a word against my girlfriend." And Sirius scoffed. "Is she really your girlfriend, or is she just someone who you lock lips with in your bed? LEVICORPUS!"

You dove infront of Regulus just before you saw Sirius wave his wand, but forgot to take out your own, and now you were hovering in the air. James let out an enraged roar, getting up. "WHAT THE FUCK, PADFOOT! DID YOU JUST CURSE MY FUCKING SISTER?!" You didn't think you'd ever heard him be so mad before.

Sirius glared at him, "I was trying to get Regulus, but the little weasel doged it just like everything else in his life!" You tried to fight the enchantment, "GO FUCK YOURSELF, BLACK!" kicking at the air. The other students laughed.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus flicked his wand and Sirius's wand flew out of his hand. "You're just as bad as mother," Regulus hissed, "cursing an innocent person." Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh, I'm as bad as mother? Who's the one still grovelling about her knees and begging for her admiration?! Who's the one who-"

"CAN THE TWO OF YOU JUST SHUT UP AND PUT MY SISTER BACK? FINITE INCANTATUM!" James wove his wand angrily, and you fell back down to the ground. The school had stopped laughing now, and were all just watching intently.

Regulus turned to you, "are you okay?" You dusted yourself off and nodded, "I'm good." You turned to Sirius. "Not that it's any of your business, but Regulus is my boyfriend and I love him. So if you can't deal with that you can just get lost."

James looked the two of you up and down before nodding solemnly. He turned to you, "YN, Regulus, I'm sorry. I didn't see it before, but I do now, and I can tell that you're in love. So, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to be together, I don't have a problem with it anymore." James nodded at Regulus, who still looked a bit taken aback that he was being addressed.

Sirius scowled, "I still do."

This time it was Regulus who rolled his eyes. He then turned to you and grinned, "since you've got such a problem with it, Sirius, watch this." You looked at Regulus in confusion before getting the memo and grinning. Regulus smiled too, grabbing your waist and leaning in, kissing you on the lips. Slytherin house cheered as the others stared in shock.

Sirius scoffed in disbelief, "whatever." And you smiled, kissing Regulus again. James made a sound, "you better remove Regulus from my sister, Padfoot, or you won't have a brother anymore." You giggled softly, threading your fingers through Regulus's dark curls before looking up into his green eyes and pulling away.

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[metalomagnetic]

Voldemort meets Sirius.

He knows this one will be different as soon as he steps foot in the messy house.

The wards that guard it are borderline dark magic, barely legal. They are well executed, as well. An auspicious beginning, Voldemort thinks, as he patiently dismantles them.

The Black scion isn’t home; Evan dutifully let Voldemort know he’s drunk in some Knockturn pub.

“He often comes to drink in Knockturn, but always alone. Never with his Gryffindor friends. He’s a mean drunk, too, my lord. Perhaps if you wish to have a semblance of a rational conversation- as much as it is possible with any Black- you shouldn’t approach him when he’s wasted.”

The walls are …colourful. The paint was once white, but the young Black heir hung posters of muggle singers everywhere. Perhaps actors, too, Voldemort isn’t familiar with what passes for famous these days in the muggle world.

He only recognises Elvis, mounted over the fireplace.

They all look the same- tall, dark haired, dressed in leather.

Pictures of his friends are up there as well. He recognises Potter in many of them- hard not to, with that trademark Potter hair. The girl draped on his arm, red head, must be his mudblood. Voldemort forgot her name. Something flowery, but it escapes him.

Bella and Evan, occasionally Rabastan often complain about Black’s entourage, but they only name Potter.

“Stupid Potter, his mudblood and the werewolf! He left us for those little worms!”

He thinks the werewolf must be the thin one, an air of misery draped over him in every picture. Greyback complained about him, too. Remus, that’s the one, it comes to Voldemort. Remus Lupin, werewolf.

“With a name like that, I had to bite him,” Greyback smirked, in one of his rare funny moods. “He was destined to be mine, but Black stole him.”

The other boy that appears in almost all the pictures, Voldemort doesn’t even try to place.

He got a report on all of them, marked as Dumbledore’s puppets, but he only remembered the important names on that list.

The girl, he knows. Only one picture with her. Marlene McKinnon. A fighter- a good fighter. She killed three Death Eaters. A Healer, too. Voldemort always looks after powerful witches. They are sorely misrepresented in this war. It upsets Bella, who is trying to recruit more girls, with little success.

She’s in Black’s lap, head thrown back, while Black sucks a bruise on her throat. Voldemort tilts his head, wastes a second more than it is needed on the picture. He’d never seen a picture this vulgar, especially put on display on a wall. The girl is engaged, isn’t she? With one of the Prewett brothers.

He scans the walls for them, but he can’t find them anywhere.

He finds muggle telephone numbers scribbled in lipstick on the walls, instead.

The most amusing- a picture ripped from a newspaper, showing the Dark Mark floating over a house. It has many sharp objects stuck in it-

Darts. Yes, that’s the name of the game.

He smiles. Black has good aim- one of the darts is stuck in the eye of the snake.

Under the bed, beneath a loose floorboard, he finds a box kept safe by no less than five curses. He opens it to find a picture of Orion Black. It is clipped from a newspaper article, cut carefully and precisely around the edges. And a letter. It’s clearly the second page of one- the first is missing.

‘-no need to play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. You know fully well it is not cursing the half-blood that bothers me, but your lack of decorum. You are a civilised young man, you represent our family, and you should act accordingly. I warned you I do not enjoy having to correspond with either McGonagall or Dumbledore, yet you’re forcing me to do so when you blatantly misbehave. Am I to presume you do not care about my displeasure, and this is why you disobey me? Or should I conclude you would like to please your father, yet you lack the self-control to do it? I struggle to pick which option is worse. This is the seventh time in a month I receive letters about your detentions. Do stop assaulting your schoolmates, or if you must, show some cunning and do not get caught. Or else we will have to have a serious conversation when you come home for Yule. I assure you, it is not a conversation you will enjoy.

Furthermore, I hear you intend to take a mudblood to one of those holiday celebrations Slughorn likes to host. Surely, I heard wrong. You would be wise to invite Helena Edgecombe to this function. Her father mentioned just the other day that she finds your company delightful.

Flitwick was accommodating enough to send me your Charms paper, along with your grade. He mentioned it was the best paper he graded in all his years of teaching, and, after reading it, I must agree it was quite extraordinary. I am half tempted to send it to my old mentor back at the Institute. Very well done, Sirius. You certainly can make me proud when it doesn’t inconvenience you.

If only you would show proof of your upbringing in your social life, as well, I would be most content.

With love,

Your father.’

The letter has blotch marks on it, as if someone cried over it. The word ‘father’, especially, is almost erased, and Voldemort imagines Black often moved his finger over it.

Bella mentioned Sirius Black was ‘unnaturally close’ to Orion, and that his father’s death broke him. She credits this event with the boy running away from Grimmauld.

Voldemort carefully arranges these apparently precious possessions back into the box, seals it under the floorboard with the same curses he found on it.

The house is messy, unorganised, clothes thrown around, bottles of alcohol everywhere, full to the brim ashtrays lying around in odd places, and burn marks on the rug.

Yet his collection of muggle records is organised in alphabetical order, neatly. And there, hidden behind the impressive collection, Voldemort finds eight tomes filled with dark magic. All illegal.

His bathroom cabinets are just as messy, and clearly his female guests left behind bottles of lipstick, or similar products. They also left behind some lingerie. A pair of pink knickers is half hidden into a tiny gap underneath the bathtub. He wonders if they belong to the same women who left her bra between the couch cushions in the living room.

Voldemort finds a secret compartment, coming out from the side of the bathroom cabinet. Hang-over potions, peppers up. Polyjuice.

Veritaserum.

Hidden further still, he finds three lethal poisons.

If he didn’t know better, Voldemort might think two different men share the house; a careless, Bohemian womaniser, a blood traitor surrounded by mudbloods and half-bloods and other blood traitors, with muggle musicians on the wall.

And the Black heir, interested in dark magic, poisons, sleeping with his father’s picture under his bed.

This will be easy, he thinks, as he sits in an appalling armchair that doesn’t fit with the rest of the furniture.

Charmed into the armrest, there’s a letter, covered in plastic for preservation. “You fucking dog, how dare you steal my armchair! Give it back, or I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life writing horrible articles about you!”

It amuses Voldemort, as it probably amuses Black, hence why he decided to place it on the armrest, permanently.

When the young man stumbles his way into the house, he contains his surprise to find Voldemort there remarkably fast.

People have been telling Voldemort Black takes after Walburga; he might, it’s too soon to tell, but his first impression is that Sirius favours his father.

Voldemort is yet to meet an unattractive Black- and he’s met them all- but the boy is something else, even for the Blacks.

His tall, broad body is on display in the muggle attire he wears, hair falling around his shoulders with a casual elegance; he is both handsome, with strong, sharp bones and beautiful, with soft lips and long, thick eyelashes, made even darker by the paleness of his eyes.

It has been so long since he felt attraction; it travels up his spine as he takes in the boy.

Who very quickly decides he will die a hero; Voldemort can see that decision forming in his eyes. Not with Legilimency. It’s just made obvious by the way his impressive shoulders straighten with pride, his jaw sets in determination, anger replacing the fear in his eyes.

And there was fear- Voldemort is intimately familiar with fear of death, can easily recognise it when it shines in front of him.

Yet he spent his life fleeing from it.

Sirius Black walks towards it, bold.

It takes only a minute of conversation to charm him; easy, indeed. Sirius’ interest is picked instantly; pride flickers in his eyes that someone like Voldemort would bother coming to kill him; even more pride when Voldemort explains he’s there to recruit him.

He is a Black, down to his last bone. He calls Voldemort a mudblood; he declares himself the purest being in existence. He speaks of his mother; the boy in the pictures is not there, the owner of muggle records, the blood traitor- no; only the Black heir speaks to Voldemort that night.

Powerful, too, like any Black. A diamond in the rough, his magic true and strong and raw as he unleashes it. Dark curses fall with a practiced ease from his wand. Fiendfyre engulfs the room in seconds.

What a treasure. As unhinged and powerful as Bella, this one.

And there it is, his pure blood spilling over the floor, staining the carpet. Voldemort has the impulse to taste it; a momentary madness, but the boy enchants him so.

His clothes are ripped and burned in places, and Voldemort can glimpse tattoos on pale skin. Voldemort wants his mark on that skin; he wants to hold the boy’s strong forearm and brand him as his own. Claim him for himself.

Sirius Black fights readily, bravely. With his wand and with his words.

But Voldemort can smell the mountain of insecurity hidden under the fury, like the boy hides his poisons under harmless perfumes.

Some men- most men- cower when confronted with violence, bend and break under pain, especially pain caused by Voldemort’s wand.

Not this one, Voldemort understands. No, violence will only be met with violence, here.

Voldemort will need a different approach.

#it runs in the blood #sirius/voldemort #sirius black #lord voldemort #deathstar

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HC: Remus liked muggle music - and his family had a deep love for Radio.

A drabble of General Wizarding Music; History; Lyall and Hope Lupin; Remus' childhood - and his particular friendship with Sirius Black.

(1700 words; in the form of a... idk, a short story I guess?)

Wizarding World Music

Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way muggles do. When Wizarding culture changes so slowly (high density of older population - and they live a looong time) - they don't exactly carry music about with them for casual consumption.

When there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time to learn instruments or songwriting. Music is seen as a Muggle thing. A COOL muggle thing - even Purebloods concede that the mundane folk whittling their time away on the complexities of sound has artistic merit. Most people like classical music - even as modern as Strauss and Debussy!

But in terms of wizarding music... there isn't much that is 'unique'. There's lots of folk music, telling stories of the time (wandering wizard falls in love with muggle dame and thus gets burned by her family) Or are used to remember potion recipes etc. from when being able to read was a rare skill... But such songs are not unique to Wizards. There are often Muggle versions of the same songs (Innocent dame falls for an evil sorcerer and so he was rightfully burned; or a song about trees being about their uses for carpenters rather than wand makers) - it being unclear which came first. Even the most famous modern Wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles, using muggle instruments - and even electrics and electronics. Music is what you enchant instruments to play for events, to show off your Charms prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything...

The Lupin Family

It wasn't until Lyall Lupin met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of muggle music. The simple joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance... (cont. below)

Hope's teenage years had been set to the smooth but energetic American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra... Along with slightly older artists, as long as they could really jive: Fats Waller, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong etc. She was an avid dancer - attending dance clubs as a hobby. (She was an active, adventurous woman who enjoyed going out by herself.)

It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who eagerly bought a high quality radio/record player - so his growing family could listen to the music and drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with. He found late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife (and soon young child) had gone to bed. He would occasionally wake them with his laughter at what Muggles considered 'frightening'... and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he was at work. The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. His mother would dance to it while keeping the house and his father would sing along. Remus grew up not knowing true silence... and was happier for it. After the bite... music went from a presence in his life to a necessity. As he lay in bed recovering it was all his parents could do to stop him hearing them cry: drown their noise with the radio. As they moved house every few months, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. It kept them in muggle towns far more often than not (even if it meant Lyall had to travel further to find work) - so they could plug the radio in. (and also because magical folk were sharper at spotting werewolf symptoms)

No matter how tight money got, they couldn't sell a member of the family. Especially not one that kept Remus company.

On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his entire weight against the door and scratching the paint off the walls of their rental property basements/attics/sheds... and just listen. And howl loud enough that the neighbors complain. Whenever Lyall got just a little money to spare between moves, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked. He wasn't allowed to have friends... but he could have this, at least.

As his mother's frail Muggle body grew weaker from stress, when she stopped being able to attend her dance clubs (both fatigue and fear she would see people she recognized, even in different towns, and have to try and explain why she kept disappearing) Remus could still listen to music with her. They had all her favorites on record, and even when she was near bedridden (and a young house-bound Remus had to do most of the chores) he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair. Sometimes she would get up and teach him how to dance... Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the one house. Lyall could work steadily and keep money not for their next move, but for their comfort. He could even take time off to spend with his wife. Hope was still weak but doing better, not having to be the primary person preparing to hold an adolescent werewolf every month.

Every month he got a little bigger, a little stronger... every month both his parents would stay up all night, barricading everything they could... and just waiting. Listening to his movements. Hoping he didn't manage to break the door down and rip them apart. Every Full Moon was a horror story worse than any radio drama. Remus had always been just s worried as they were. They did their best to not let him know how much they suffered, as it wasn't his fault... but he could see it. He learned very early on how to mask emotions and lie to keep others happy - learned from his parents soothing him, and from him soothing them right back.

He would start skipping meals a week before the Full Moon came - and it broke his parents hearts... but it was effective. A starved growing boy made a much weaker werewolf. Lyall and Hope would want to skip their meals with him sometimes, not wanting to make the house smell like potatoes and sausages when their little boy was refraining from eating... But, hardened and matured from his illness, he would remind them they had to have their full strength on the Full Moon. They had to hold him back... and they had to run if it went wrong. They would concede... and eat small meals, at least.

Remus and his Friends

At Hogwarts - Remus didn't have to worry about ANY of this. Locked far away from anyone, safe and contained... He arrived at school small and skinny for his age, but was barely recognizable his first summer: well fed and eager to tell his parents about his new FRIENDS.

He was awkward and meek, having never really spoken to anyone but his parents before... his first friends were purebloods, whom he had little in common with. But that's part of why they liked him! He was interesting and different - and he had a passion to share with them: Music. Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture... and fell deeply in love with Music. Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard before, experimental and electronic. Even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop of the 60s - they BOTH loved Queen and David Bowie. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession: Portable radios they could tinker with and listen to in the Shack... they couldn't pick up every station out there, but on a clear day they got some - and it was familiar company on Full Moons. One summer James even paid for them all to go and see a concert. (Sirius and James had to be babied through it, dressed adequately and stopped from making fools of themselves.)

James might have been less enthusiastic about music - but his knowledge of it gave him something to talk to Lily about - so when she finally agreed to go out with him, he scrambled to his friends to ask if they had any of her favourite groups on record - because he told her he liked them too but he has no idea what they are HELP

One of the best presents Remus ever got was a Walkman, after they all graduated, when Lily was pregnant and they couldn't see each-other as often anymore due to the war. When he lost everyone, in 1981... Music, once again, became his only companion. Cassettes were handy: small enough to fit many inside of even a small, cheap enchanted bag. He rarely had spending money - but like his father had with records, he would dedicate money to batteries, to new headphones and to cassettes of his old favourites. No matter how tight money was - music was a necessity. No matter where he was sleeping - a hotel, an old cottage, under a bridge... he had music with him. He never listened to the radio. He didn't want to hear how things were changing. He wanted to stay in the past.

... When Sirius came back, when he got a friend back, he parted with that walkman. Giving it to him was one of the first things he did. It was his way of apologizing for spending the last 14 or so years thinking he was a traitor. Watching his skinny, shaking hands eagerly working the machine, crying as he heard happiness he was forced to forget for 12 years...

...and they danced. Remus was never much of a dancer, though his mother tried to teach him... and Sirius only grew up with formal dancing, as a Pureblood heir expected to attend functions on behalf of the Black family.

Neither of them were graceful. It was terrible, really - a couple of men in their mid 30s moving their bodies in ways they hadn't since they were teenagers... But that memory is one of Remus' happiest. Because, once again, he had a family to share music with.

#sirius black #remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #hp #headcannons #lily evans #james potter #marauders era

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Hi Mia! I read The Road Not Taken recently and it's left me with an obsession with famous Wolfstar. Do you happen to know of any fics where one (or both!) of them are famous? :)

Hello there!

This ask actually came through as I was working on this blog, so I'm getting to it right away. Here are some of my favourite famous wolfstar fics. As always, if I've missed anything out let me know and I can add it in. much love x

wading in waist-high water - colgatebluemintygel

Author: colgatebluemintygel Word Count: 82, 120 (9 Chapters) Rating: Explicit Alternate Universe: Great British Bake-Off, Muggle, Modern Summary: Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off host.

or,

Sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “It’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “It’s the kneading. It’s his hands. They’re obscene.”

Lily laughs. “They are a bit, aren’t they?”

Commentary: I've decided to start off this list with one of my all time favourites. This fic just had such wholesome energy, I can't express to you how happy and comforted it makes me feel.

The Prom Date - xivz

Author: xivz Word Count: 45,281 (17 Chapters, Texting Fic) Rating: Explicit Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Getting Together, Celebrity Summary: “You want to do something different this year? Do one of those promposal’s that are so popular. Ask out a celebrity. The worse they can do is say no.”

The real issue for Remus was that his celebrity crush said yes.

Commentary: One of the first fics I ever read, and I still love it to this day!

How It Was With You - @engie-ivy

Author: Engie_Ivy Word Count: 9,413 (3 Chapters) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Getting Back Together, Celebrity Summary: Tonight in Celebrity Insights: Marlene McKinnon sits down with Golden Boy Gilderoy Lockhart for an exclusive live interview! He will talk about his role in Mary McDonald’s highly anticipated film, and of course his relationship with his Oscar-winning co-star Remus Lupin! How did Gilderoy Lockhart come to be the man who finally made fan-favourite Remus Lupin get over Sirius Black? Find out by watching it live! Tonight, 20.00 pm.

The media is all over the drama between Famous Actor Remus Lupin, his new lover Famous Actor Gilderoy Lockhart, and his ex-lover Famous Musician Sirius Black! They just try to deal with the unwanted attention. Things turn out to not be what they seem.

Commentary: This one sounds like it's going to be angsty, and it is a little but only at the start, and then its a bunch of cute fluffy happiness, so don't worry!

The Player's Secret - WrappedUp

Author: WrappedUp Word Count: 51,568 (9 Chapters) Rating: Mature Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Getting Together, Celebrity Summary: “So what’s he like? Full of it? Arrogant?”

“Yes,” he says, because he thinks that is a fair assessment. Sirius Black is full of it. He is arrogant. He’s also entitled and needy and smug. He’s talented, reckless, moody, selfish, childish, charming and sweet, and a million different other things Remus is trying to wrap his head around.

Sirius Black is hard work.

Remus Lupin is a successful documentary filmmaker who is assigned to make a fly-on-the-wall documentary featuring Sirius Black - one of the world's most brilliant footballers - as he competes in the European Championship.

All does not go smoothly.

A guide to changing the wheel and seducing a celebrity - @sknyy

Author: deadwizardskinnie Word Count: 5002 (oneshot) Rating: General Audiences Alternate Universe: Muggle, Modern, Celebrity Summary: About how Remus became a Twitter trend, changed the wheel and nearly had a heart attack in the middle of the class. But maybe in a different order.

Turn On My Charm - @bethansfandoms

Author: Bethanlovescoffee Word Count: 17,044 (11 Chapters) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Alternate Universe: Muggle, Modern, Celebrity, Youtubers Summary: Sirius Black is a YouTube phenomenon. A YouTube phenomenon who develops a crush on his video editor.

Superstar - Tulipistired

Author: Tulipistired Word Count: 10,762 (2 Chapters) Rating: Explicit Alternate Universe: Muggle, Modern, Celebrity, Raising Teddy Summary: The new superstar Remus Lupin, met his son's art teacher and he was smitten. That's it, that's the story.

Hope you like them!

#wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar #wolfstar ficrec #wolfstar recs #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius loves remus #remus x sirius #famous sirius black #famous remus lupin #wolfstar fanfiction #getting together #muggle au #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #marauders ficrec

[chibitantei]

Anonymous asks: Who are some of Naoto's favorite detectives

Ask me about Naoto | of course this is always open who do you think I a-

There are a lot Naoto likes, but listing them all out would take forever, so I'm only putting a few choice ones here, but my point is, if there's a detective, there's a good chance Naoto knows and likes them. Anyway:

Sherlock Holmes — It would be remiss of me to not mention the deduction king himself. While she does judge a little (a lot) if you say you like mystery and only know him, she admires him a great deal. Sure, you can't actually piece together any of the mysteries before he does, but it's more fun reading him solve it. She even has a legally generic Holmes costume. If you were to ask, her favorite stories are The Hound of the Baskervilles and A Scandal in Bohemia.

(I have to mention Sherlock Hound, or Meitantei Holmes as it's known in Japan. Sherlock Holmes but everyone is a dog.)

Sam Spade — He's actually mentioned in P4 during one of Naoto's night time conversations and she happened to admire him. She says P4-kun reminds her of him, but we know that's a lie and the only correct option during this scene is to say she's more like Sam. The star of The Maltese Falcon.

Father Brown — This guy isn't a detective and Naoto isn't religious (she checked these out of the library rather than finding them in her grandfather's study), but Naoto found the contrast in methods fascinating. Compared to Sherlock, his reasoning falls under intuition, and as the famous quote goes: "You see, I had murdered them all myself... I had planned out each of the crimes very carefully. I had thought out exactly how a thing like that could be done, and in what style or state of mind a man could really do it. And when I was quite sure that I felt exactly like the murderer myself, of course I knew who he was."

Kogoro Akechi — I don't know what to say other than this guy is best described as the Japanese equivalent to Sherlock. The stories even have its own version of Arsène in the form of The Fiend with Twenty Faces. I can't say much about the stories themselves because it's in... Japanese and not much as been translated.

Kosuke Kindaichi — I also do not really have much to say on the actual stories because it's in Japanese and not much as been translated (again). The Wikipedia entry for him in English is laughably short, at least compared to how long it is on Japanese Wikipedia. He first appeared in The Honjin Murders, which is a locked room mystery. But the more interesting part may come from something in P4's Japanese script. In the King's Game, Chie compares Naoto to the Kindaichi family rather than the Kuzunohas. There's a manga/anime series that follows his fictional grandson and I don't think I need to explain any further why she made the comparison. I wonder how many people thought Naoto said corny things like "In my grandfather's name, I'll solve this case" lol.

Kyosuke Kozu — This guy, along with the previous two, are known as Japan's three greatest detectives. Naturally, I can't find shit about him in English, although two of the books related to him have been translated to English. He is fluent in six languages, can play the piano and his main job is assistant professor in the Department of Forensic Medicine, according to what google translate says but yeah. I mention him here, because he's, you know, one of the three greatest detectives.

Conan/Shinichi — Detective Conan is obscenely popular in Japan. It is also very long and still going. I really don't think I need to explain why, do I.....

Zenigata Heiji — He's more of a policeman during the Edo period than a detective, but he counts. He caught criminals by throwing coins, however that works. Of course, the name Zenigata may be familiar to some and indeed, Inspector Zenigata is his fictional descendant. While his competency varies depending on the writer, anyone who can come this close to capturing Lupin earns Naoto's approval. And the Lupin series happens to be a show she grew up watching.

Furuhata Ninzaburō — This guy is best described as the Japanese equivalent to Columbo. She also likes Columbo, but for sanity's sake, I'm combining these two together in one entry.

#Ask Status: Answered #anonymous #Headcanon: Confidential Information #yeah I love her a normal amount

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Our divine idylle

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

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(Alicia Silverstone as Young Lucy)

Right in his seat, he was surprised by the young girl's request. Of course she could sit with him, he wasn't that rude. Trembling, he began to examine the girl who had just sat down in front of him.

He'd seen very few girls in his life, in fact he could count them on the fingers of his hand. However, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, he had noticed that girls were quite discreet, calm and generally quite shy. They always stood up straight and smiled discreetly, as if they wanted to be forgotten by the world.

One of his childhood friends, Amélia, was a girl like that, always very pretty but never very talkative, even less so than him. His father had told him at the time that this was what was called behaving like a "Lady"; and as he didn't know many girls, he always assumed that they were all like that.

But when he saw the young witch struggling to get her book out of her bag (not discreetly at all) and cursing the whole genealogy of the poor bag, he knew, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, that this girl was different. Sensing that she was being watched, she raised her head and their eyes met.

He was red-faced with embarrassment, while she still wore that little laughing but embarrassed smile

Then she finally managed to get her book out of her cursed bag, she exploded with joy and let out a cry of relief. He couldn't help laughing, discreetly but enough for her to hear. Calm returned and the two pairs of eyes met again.

"Oh, you're reading The Three Musketeers! I love that book!"

Stunned by this girl's spontaneity, he took a few seconds before answering.

"Yes, it's true that it's very good".

"I'm reading Around the World in 80 Days, I like it, it's not bad, have you read Robinson Crusoe?"

Feeling more at ease, he answered easily, telling her how much he had loved that book. Very quickly a conversation about the books they had read began. After a few minutes, she asked him what his name was, realising that he had forgotten to introduce himself from the start.

He replied in an embarrassed voice:

"Remus, Remus Lupin… and you?"

She gave him her famous smile and replied more calmly, holding out her hand.

"My name is Elizabeth but everyone calls me Lucy".

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to publish it as soon as I have time. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the book and remind you that English is not my first language, feel free to comment

Please note that I do not wish any violent or disrespectful comments towards other users or myself.

byye

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin young #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #love at first sight #fanfic

[niannianyabao]

Bromance with a Silent B: The Lupin/Jigen Manifesto

In the halls of anime history, there’s a duo well and truly ingrained as legendary partners: the Kirk and Spock of con artists, the Holmes and Watson of hallowed heist planners, two men so inextricably associated with one another that to mention one without the other is all but unthinkable. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Arsené Lupin III and Daisuke Jigen. No fan would question the unbreakable bond between the two. Any argument after that is only a matter of degree, time and place.

Now, when a series has been running as long as Lupin III, passing through the hands of so many formats and directorial visions, you can pretty much find fodder to feed whatever ship you like. Pick through long enough, and there’s a clip to suit your needs. This isn’t a matter of 26 episodes, or a few movies, or even a collection of manga volumes. No, we’re talking hundreds of hours of content perpetuating from the late 60s right on into the present day. And in light of that fact, we need to do a bit of structural housekeeping. Rather than attempting to analyze every piece of Lupin media, this essay will go more broad strokes with specific titles mentioned where applicable. It’s divided, for simplicity, into the following sections:

I.    Three Jackets, One Gun: The Characters II.    A Wink and an Offer – Episode 0: First Contact III.   The Woman Called Fujiko Mine and Parallel Narrative IV.   Flirtation, Fidelity, and Fujiko

I.                    Three Jackets, One Gun: The Characters

Explaining Lupin III (the character or the series) is not unlike trying to take apart a pomegranate: it’s a fairly simplistic whole on the outside, but split it open and suddenly there are a million little chambers that may or may not connect to one another. However, the following can generally be taken to be true: Arsené Lupin III is a gentleman thief, a title that he’s carried (along with his name) down the generations from his famous French grandfather.

Lupin is a hyper-competent thief and master of disguise. He’s always thorough in researching his jobs, often preparing plenty of gadgets and a loyal crew to help carry off his elaborate heists. He values the thrill of theft more than the actual objects, and for that reason he delivers calling cards to his intended victims. More to that end he lives to amuse himself – a trait that, along with his nonchalance toward killing, changes its tone from series to series. It varies from the Bugs Bunny goofball of Red Jacket, to the Joker-esque capriciousness in The Woman Called Fujiko Mine, to the theatrical gentleman of The Castle of Cagliostro. Despite his skills it’s proportionately rare to see him land a treasure for keeps, for he’s often brought low by his lust for women and his inflated ego (both of which are easily manipulated by his sometimes-lover Fujiko Mine, to Jigen’s constant irritation).

Daisuke Jigen (almost certainly a pseudonym, since his backstories fairly consistently portray him as starting out under the American mafia) is Lupin’s near-constant companion and most reliable partner. While his strongest talents are as an unbeatable gunman, he’s also a skilled driver of whatever vehicle a job requires, and takes on his share of disguises when necessary. He’s also the most likely member of the team to shut down Lupin’s ego, always happy to call him on a bad decision or a prideful blunder. It would seem his past led him to cross paths with most of the world’s elite assassins, as he can always be counted to recognize the latest deadly foe that comes knocking.

Jigen is gruff and can generally be found relaxing (which has earned him the fan nickname “Lounge King”), with a sarcastic sense of humor and an easily riled temper. He’s deeply distrustful of women, which is no doubt helped by the fact that his love interests have a 99% likelihood of ending up traitorous or dead by the time credits roll (excluding the ones to whom he gets cast as a father-figure), and especially dislikes Fujiko. He’s also a chain smoker, only found without a cigarette when the danger at hand is truly serious.

There’s no concrete timeline for how long Lupin and Jigen have worked together. One chapter of the manga cast them as childhood friends only to wave that idea aside, while the anime adaptations have offered several variations on how they came together. What is clear is that since then they’ve been inseparable. While the other members of Lupin’s gang come and go as their own goals dictate, Jigen is shown to travel and live with the thief pretty much full time.

Actually, “not concrete, but…” pretty much describes the relationship in episodes not specifically devoted to their bond. It’s all in the little things: the fact that Lupin often refers to his partner in crime as Jigen-chan, an endearment saved only for the gunman and Fujiko; the way the two can communicate elaborate plans with only a look or by speaking the other’s name;  their extreme physical ease around each other, with the screenshot above hardly denting the wealth of examples (not to mention Lupin’s fairly common use of female disguises), and the pointedly seething anger Jigen displays whenever Lupin prioritizes Fujiko (a tension that fuels more than a few episodes).

Now, all of the above is well enough in itself, creating an image of an easygoing but extremely deep relationship if that’s how you’re inclined to read their interactions. But taking just the aspects mentioned above, it’s equally possible to call the relationship theory an over-interpretation of a close friendship. And when I say possible, I mean ‘the kneejerk reaction of the overwhelmingly male fanbase over the years.’ And in a way, they’re right. Those factors alone don’t sell this ship as a romance. What we need is to take a look at the beginning, since observing the structure of how the two became partners will give us a prism through which to view the interactions above.

II.                    A Wink and an Offer – Episode 0

For years, the Lupin canon existed in a kind of perpetual second act that was not unlike the writing of superhero comics (though attempting to form a timeline out of Lupin’s adventures in all but the vaguest of ways is asking for a headache). Unlike a superhero comic though, Lupin III (the anime) never really felt the need to offer an origin story beyond quick introductory character descriptions. Every adventure stood alone, and who the characters had been before was a matter of vague reference at best. This was true until 2002, when the TV special (an annual tradition for the franchise since 1989) Episode 0: First Contact was released. It claims to tell the story of how all four members of Lupin’s gang met, but with a catch: the story makes heavy use of an unreliable narrator as a framing device, a clever move that allows the film to tell a wonderfully outlandish and unbridled story (the contrivances needed to get all five main characters in one place at the same time must be seen to be believed), while also having a core element that feels trustworthy as ‘true.’ That core, the element which the plot returns to again and again, is Lupin and Jigen’s relationship – there are dramatic still shots emphasizing the moment the two first lay eyes on each other, their meetings bookend the story within the story, and it’s given the most narrative weight while being least connected to the necessities of the proper plot. I’ll give you a closer look at how the narrative functions, but I can sum it up pretty neatly with the following frames:

The story of First Contact is told (supposedly) by Jigen to an intrepid reporter, and begins thusly: Lupin, already a legend in the underworld, seduces his way into the mafia don’s private room (disguised quite convincingly as a woman), where half of an incredible treasure is stored. There he runs afoul of the don’s bodyguard, one Daisuke Jigen, and is forced to flee. Lupin’s informant Brad (a plot device if ever there was one) manages to nab the treasure following Lupin’s failure, only to be murdered for his troubled. From there the struggle between Lupin and the mob is on, each struggling to lay hands on both the treasure and the key that will open it.

For the rest of the film there are two narrative threads. The A Plot involves the search for the treasure, which is how we meet Fujiko (Brad’s girlfriend), Zenigata (tasked with arresting Fujiko), and Goemon (who’s also looking for the key, in that it’s his future-trademark sword Zantetsuken). The B Plot involves Jigen’s attempt to make up for failing to kill Lupin, and Lupin in turn trying to coax the gunman into teaming up with him. This aspect, hidden at the heart of a killer noir thrill ride, plays the dramatic beats of a love story (since in this case we have two men, let us call the ‘hero’ role A and the ‘heroine’ role B): the story begins by introducing its two characters, an A who has something missing in their life (Lupin cannot complete his dream robbery without a reliable partner) and a B whose special qualities stand out from the pathetic circumstances they’re currently trapped in (Jigen is easily the best gunman in the mob, and has no respect for any of them);  these two meet through dramatic circumstances, starting with antagonism on B’s part and fascination on A’s (the break in and shoot out); throughout the second act the two leads are repeatedly forced together by circumstances, allowing them to develop a bond, with A trying to catch B’s attention (Lupin’s “we’re the same” speech,); the turning point comes when A does something to prove himself worthy in B’s eyes, thus prompting the beginning of a change in B’s feelings (Lupin freeing Jigen, and rescuing him from the firing squad); and in the third act, B comes to A’s rescue, and the two cement their togetherness (Jigen defends Lupin against Goemon and brings back the getaway car, which is the above scene that begins their partnership).

All of that brings us around to that final scene I showed off above. I have just enough restraint not to linger on the rather phallic imagery of the recurring cigarette lighting motif (which is, of all unexpected things, surprisingly similar to the m/m seduction subplot in Cabaret), but I do want to talk about Lupin’s dialogue. Jigen, you see, is never without his hat. Ever. The occasional rationalization is that it aids his marksmanship, but that’s so rarely brought up as to seem beside the point. This is a man to whom that one article of clothing is so defining that it’s all he needs to feel put together, even if it’s he’s totally starkers otherwise.

By that same token, not having the hat is a major crisis (disguises notwithstanding, though even those tend to incorporate a hat of some kind). And given that First Contact is loaded with callbacks to franchise lore, it’s pretty safe to assume the writers knew that hat is The Hat – an object with capital letters and major character importance. In other words, whether you interpret it as solely an emotional vulnerability thing or rope in the physical as well, Lupin is essentially stating a desire to see his newfound partner naked. That’s the line that officially concludes the story-within-a-story, bringing the audience back to the present day of the frame narrative. Oh, and one more thing about romance stories? They tend to fade out on the happily ever after note – in other words, an image or concept that the audience is meant to read as the way that relationship will proceed for the foreseeable future.

III.                    The Woman Called Fujiko Mine and Parallel Narrative

While the above film is pretty much the crown jewel as far as explicit focus on the ship is concerned, we’re not quite done yet. I did say that introductions were the best way to get grounding as far as where the characters were coming from, and the franchise now has two sets of prequels. Our second object of focus is 2012’s The Woman Called Fujiko Mine, a breathtaking little TV series (not to mention the first Lupin work by a female director). As the title might’ve indicated Lupin and Jigen are closer to being secondary characters in this series, but that’s not as much of a deterrent to our analysis as you might think. Y’see, Fujiko Mine is a story that’s quite interested in parallel stories and ‘what if’ scenarios, which results in a plethora of foils:, Oscar and Fujiko’s rivalry (a microcosm of Zeniagata and Lupin’s) as well as the cast’s disparate reactions to their similarly motivated breakdowns; the various victims of the memory experiments and, for this essay’s purposes, the relationship of Fujiko and Goemon as it relates to Jigen and Lupin.

Among the many other things it’s doing, Fujiko Mine is also setting the ground work (as much as is possible) for the beginning of the 1971 “Green Jacket” TV series. With that came the fact that Goemon was originally introduced as Fujiko’s boyfriend – and lucky for us, because the burgeoning romantic interludes that the prequel series spun from that are unbelievably heartwarming. And the importance of that comes back around to the same question of structure as before, in keeping with those reflexive undercurrents in the narrative. For the overt romance subplot is once again in keeping with the pattern of interactions between our two thieves.

The pattern of Fujiko and Goemon’s relationship goes as follows: there is an episode where they meet and have opposing desires, but eventually are required to work together to survive. The second time they meet Goemon saves Fujiko from being captured, and then serves as backup in the goal she is attempting to carry out. After Fujiko’s mental state begins to break down, he takes her in when she has nowhere else to go, and attempts to care for her. And at their last meeting of the series, he declares her his girlfriend.

As you’ve probably already guessed from my extremely leading descriptions, Jigen and Lupin follow the same pattern: they fight over a hidden treasure in a pyramid, but must cooperate to escape the death traps; Lupin rescues Jigen after he’s arrested, and ropes him into helping with a job; since Jigen is homeless, he accepts Lupin’s invitation to help with another job (that comes with a hot springs vacation); and their final interaction of the series is yet another homage – to First Contact, if you’d believe it! Lupin’s walking on the side of the road after a job, and Jigen comes to pick him up in the same type of truck Lupin used to rescue him earlier.

In other words, over the course of a decade we progressed from ‘here is the popular structure of romantically inclined films, to which these characters’ relationship has a number of similarities’ to ‘here is an overtly romantic relationship as defined by the universe of the series, and here are two more characters that follow the same pattern as that romance.’ It’s brought up far less often than First Contact given its comparative subtlety, but I still count it as a major moment for the relationship’s legitimacy.

IV.                    Flirtation, Fidelity, and Fujiko

I’ve expended a lot of energy laying out the plausibility of this relationship, but there’s one big thing that still needs to be addressed: birds fly, fish swim, Bioware games have good writing, and Arsené Lupin III love Fujiko Mine. It’s not just a canonical relationship, it’s part of the beating heart of the franchise. Trying to discount it would go way beyond blind and sail into the land of failing to understand the characters. But while the Lupin/Fujiko relationship might be constant, it’s anything but common. Neither of them, to start with, is exactly the settling down kind. The best portrayals of their romance feature a marriage of equals, two friendly rivals who crash into each other with the exhilaration of knowing just how few can play at their level. And when they part, it’s no big deal. They’ll meet again, after all. Loving Fujiko didn’t stop Lupin from pursuing any of the Girls of the Week, nor did it keep Fujiko from dating Goemon and seducing various clueless berks for their treasure. Nor does her complete disinterest in Lupin during Farewell to Nostradamus discount their long history together. Why should the possibility of Lupin/Jigen be automatically discounted?

Here we tread into the dangerous territory of the theoretical, for there’s nothing overtly in the canon to bolster my theory besides conjecture. However, having followed me to this point, I’d hope you’d come a few steps further: Lupin is a character who represents, at heart, an escapist desire on the part of the audience. He’s a womanizer and a thief, a gentleman and a con. Part of the joy of watching him is the way he flouts the conventions of society, while still being (with varying degrees of moral grey) a decent person (at least to his adopted family). With that in mind, I absolutely believe he’d be involved in an open/poly relationship. He’s a guy who’s made his motto on always getting what he sets his mind to, after all. And it certainly adds a layer of ‘ah, of course’ to the snippiness of Jigen and Fujiko’s interactions.

Or, if you’d rather, it could be possible that the boundaries and definitions of Lupin’s relationships are as ever-changing as the man himself, marked by the consistency of the people in it rather than what they are to each other in the given moment – be it friends, partners, rivals, or lovers. My goal in writing this essay was mainly to prove the validity of one aspect of a multi-faceted and enduring relationship.  At a certain point, these are characters who’ve been part of each other for so long, who are so beyond obviously important to one another, that there’s really nothing that needs to be said.

[hotelyamato]

3. How did you choose their name? (all of them)

Questions about Creating Your OCs.

Sit tight for another doozy.

We'll start with Ayumu and Eriko, since they're sisters (and, coincidentally, Ayumu's first name comes first alphabetically) and were the first two OCs I made. Their last name Király is a common Hungarian surname which translates to "King," a name that fits them, as they are both avid chess players. Of course, the reason their last name is Hungarian is that their father is Hungarian; and the reason that their first names are Japanese is that their mother is Japanese.

In one sense, Ayumu is named after Ayumu Kasuga, better known as Osaka, from Azumanga Daioh, always one of my favorite manga and anime. It also happens that Ayumu's and Osaka's name are written 歩, which happens to be the short form of the shōgi piece 歩兵, which translates to "foot soldier," or more commonly, "Pawn."

Eriko's name, on the other hand, just happened to be a Japanese name that I found rather pretty. I cannot think of a character from an anime or manga with that name, which may be part of the reason that I chose it.

Once again, I will speak of Giacomo Martini and Chiara Rossi together. More detail here. Both characters were developed out of a silly desire of mine to have an Italian duo named Martini & Rossi, after the famous brand of vermouth and wine (which I do quite enjoy).

Chiara's name simply came from the most popular fan name for Nyo!South Italy (or Nyo!Romano, most commonly) from Hetalia.

Giacomo's name evinces a common pattern you'll see henceforth: Biblical names. Specifically, St. Joachim, husband of St. Anne and father of Mary. Another pattern: my specific reason may just be, "It came to mind first, and it sounded good." Being able to bestow the nickname "Jack" upon him (given that he currently studies in Scotland [where they speak English, allegedly]) is a bonus; it can be a reference to my family's first pet, as well as to the playing card (and you know how much of an enthusiast I am for gambling).

Chunying Su's name probably just came from a quick lookup of common Chinese names. It helps that we can nickname her "Sue," the name of one of my favorite Fire Emblem characters.

Elizabeth Collins, of course, is named for St. Elizabeth, relative of Mary and mother of John the Baptist. Collins, I thought, would be sufficient to mark her as Irish without having to go into "Mc" or "O'" (or even "Fitz"!) territory, lel. That may still be on the cards, however.

I've always liked the name Erin, it's quite pretty. As for Staunton, that comes from Howard Staunton, one of the great chess players of the 19th century, and namesake of the Staunton chess set, which the vast majority of chess tournaments, from club to the world stage, use exclusively.

Fernando Vicente Olivares y López just sounds decently Hispanic enough. Any other names could have worked, probably, as long as they weren't Raúl. (Remember him?) On closer evaluation, Fernando Vicente probably comes straight from Vicente Fernández, the late, great Mexican musician.

Judyta Fiszer... named after Judith from the Bible, of course! As for Fischer, being named for Bobby Fischer obviously comes to mind. Perhaps I was really trying hard to go for a Jewish-sounding Polish name.

Katarina is a cute name, and is used decently enough in Norway. Håland was just the first Norwegian surname to come to mind that didn’t end in “-sen.”

Kazimieras, of course, is named for St. Casimir, patron saint of Lithuania. I believe that the surname Lukša is derived from Lukas, Lithuanian for Luke.

Kōichi is named after Inspector Zenigata from Lupin III. His last name, Uehara, like Katarina’s, was simply the first surname to come to mind.

Madeleine is named for St. Mary Magdelene, of course. I don't quite remember where Métraux comes from, but it is a common French surname (probably).

Miriam is named after the sister of Moses and Aaron. Löwenheim comes from the character of Lorens Löwenhielm from the Danish novel and film Babette's Feast. It just stuck out to me.

Peter August MacGregor sounded phonetic enough. I knew that, when I made a Scottish character, he had to be named MacGregor. Got to represent. His nickname “Wally” also rolls easily off the tongue, and is based off the Scottish slang phrase “you look peely-wally,” or “you seem unwell.”

Rafael Domingo de Guadalupe-Pérez... finally, someone named after someone in my family. Rafael was the name of my paternal great-grandfather, whose last name is my family name. Domingo, Sunday, the Lord's Day, good enough. And de Guadalupe, how much more Mexican can you get? Pérez is probably lifted straight from Sergio Pérez, the F1 driver from Mexico.

Reina María Ramos-San Martín... If you meet a young girl in the future whose first and middle names are María Reina, that's probably my kid. For some reason I want to name my daughter that. On the silliest side, if I have a son and daughter, their names will be José María and María José. (I'm mostly being tongue-in-cheek.) But, more seriously, I've always liked the name Reina. It helps that Mary is Queen of Heaven. As for Ramos, it's just a common Hispanic surname, while San Martín might be less so. I believe that Martin de Porres, the Peruvian saint whose patronage includes mixed-race people and racial harmony, as well as innkeepers and the poor, is the specific namesake.

Sara Hernández y Ortiz. Again, Sara is a cute name that I like. Hernández and Ortiz are also common Hispanic surnames.

Sayaka Asakura. Sayaka is definitely named for Sayaka Yumi, the female protagonist of Mazinger Z, one of the anime that my dad watched growing up in El Salvador. Asakura probably comes from Akio Asakura, protagonist of Wangan Midnight.

Vittoria Savio. Another name I like, Victoria. Savio comes from St. Dominic Savio, of course.

Last, but not least, Yuliya Serhiivna Bonarchuk. Yet again, Julia is a name I like. Her father is Serhii, so she will often be addressed as Yuliya Serhiivna. Now for Bonarchuk: that's the name of one of my favorite teachers in high school, who happens to have Ukrainian parents and no love for Lenin or Stalin.

Hopefully that was a fun read. It was quite fun writing this answer.

#answered #munday #thank you! #long post

[charlenasaxen]

Draco Trilogy 2 - Favorite Quotes pt. 1

think to myself, "That is a beautiful boy, he must be related to me!"

She was just as conceited as Draco, which in Harry's opinion lent a certain credibility to her assurance that they shared family.

they'd formed an effective mutual admiration society. Draco rarely went anywhere these days without Fleur tagging along

Surely it wasn't possible to be so very fair-haired and light-eyed

said Draco hopefully. "Or "this sword is worth a lot of money'?"

"Or "'I belong to a massive git'?"

"Well, did you try looking under the sofa in HELL?" yelled Draco, who was looking fed up

which was true enough. "Unless you count Potter, I've always had my suspicions about him, but you're welcome to him if you want him."

"The Potter boy is of no concern to me," he said.

"Hey!" yelled Harry, who was used to being the focal point of world events

If we tell him there are demons in our bedroom, he'll feel morally bound to do something about it."

"We can tell him there was a demon in our bedroom. Just one."

"I think teachers are required to regard even one demon in the dormitory as an administrative problem,"

"You want to know why? Because it's a DEMON!"

"Don't yell in my ear," said Draco, looking irritable.

"Great," said Draco. "That'll be a lot of fun at parties. 'Hi, my name is Draco Malfoy and I can kill absolutely anything, what can YOU do?'"

"And is it less evil if you keep it in your office?"

"I mean, I always figured if she left you, it would be for me. Sorry," he added, looking up at Harry.

However, knocking Harry down in the hallway and throwing a blanket on him seemed unfeasible.

ink and blood. A flying shard of glass had cut his cheek.

One of the stained-glass windows set high in the wall above their heads shattered, raining down bright bits of glass.

"You will not 'it Draco! You will ruin 'is face!"

said Draco, who could only grin out of one side of his mouth, which gave him a lopsided and vaguely psychotic air

Harry--who was cowering against one wall--to Draco, who was cowering against the wall opposite

said Draco, who seemed determined to act as Greek Chorus

Viktor Krum would never do that, he's...he's...a famous international figure!"

"So is Voldemort," said Ginny crankily

"My mum used to say I slept like a little baby angel," said Draco, unfazed

taller, much browner, and if possible, even blonder. "Hallo," he said

I suggest we find him, posthaste, and ask politely. And if that doesn't work, we'll hold him down and threaten to shave off his eyebrow."

looking slightly sick to his stomach, as if the words "I agree with Malfoy"

with narrowed gray eyes

And where I'm concerned. He was willing to die for me. You can't say that about a lot of people."

"Have you traveled much?"

"Not unless you count the time my father tried to sell me to itinerant trolls."

Draco...how do you feel about going through her stuff without permission?"

"I feel pretty okay about it," said Draco.

"Somehow this is not surprising,"

"My favorite was always 'You can get more with a kind word and a really big stick than you can with just a kind word,'" said Draco cheerfully. "My father used to say that."

He could have bench-pressed Harry and had energy left over to toss Draco the length of an Olympic swimming pool.

"And on the day the words 'flimsy excuse' were reinvented," said Draco, "we all stood around in awe and watched."

"We'll just see about that," said Draco, shoving the tip of his wand into Krum's sternum. "Veritas!"

"No," said Lupin, smiling back. "We weren't terrible. We were great."

that look on Harry's face had made Draco nervous. Now he found it oddly reassuring.

"Why?" said Draco, warily. The last time Harry had asked Draco to give him his hand, he'd sliced his palm open with a penknife.

"This is what I mean about letting Gryffindors plan things. What kind of plan is 'concentrate'?"

neither were they supposed to sneak away from school in the dead of night for the purpose of putting powerful and illegal curses on famous international athletes

she could tell just by looking at him that there was a smirk chasing around inside his tidy blond head

dark eyes and long, curling hair. In the half-dark, she looked like--

"Hermione?" he whispered, only half awake.

"No, it's Ginny."

I thought someone was murdering you. Look where you are, Malfoy."

her voice was uncertain. "Malfoy..."

"What?"

"You're bleeding."

She turned around. He was kneeling amid the blankets. He had taken his shirt off

He looked up at Ginny, and the moonlight struck cold sparks from his silver eyes

But she didn´t want to look at him, because he had his shirt off and it gave her an odd feeling

He glanced up at grinned. "I am shocked," he said. "Shocked that there is only one thing you hate about me

Ginny suddenly felt her face twitch into a smile, and was horrified.

Why was she smiling at Draco Malfoy?

"More like...splattered."

"Oh, right," said Ron with heavy sarcasm, "Never mind then, it isn't weird at all."

but he didn't want to be like Draco, didn't want to invoke Hermione's name as a whip

"Soup just isn't that scary, Malfoy."

"Other than that, it was a good speech," interjected Ginny encouragingly.

(He had given her a lock of it for the purpose, so fine and silvery that it hardly looked like human hair at all.)

"Bastard," said Ron. "Whatś he doing hanging around his own office?"

"I refuse to consider this as a reflection on my personality," said Draco, looked at the charred rug.

"And thatś your prerogative,"

Draco, who was now nearly crying with laughter

"Thatś a snow globe, Malfoy," said Harry. "Nice try."

The nymph in the globe winked at Draco as he put her down.

Draco was holding the case clutched against his chest as if it was a baby, and his eyes were enormous and pained

Hermione has the first one. Who in my life do I trust enough to give this one to?

as he had learned to do when he was a child, locked in the wardrobe in his bedroom

Suddenly terrified, he tried to yell out for Harry

As they watched in horror, he tumbled downwards, vanishing into the treetops

Please let him be all right, she prayed.

And Draco. Let him be all right, too.

"She should have loved me anyway!" he cried. "As I would have loved her, regardless

half-sprinting across the clearing towards Draco's crumpled form

"I heard it break," added Draco, with a shudder. "It sounded like a broomstick snapping in half."

"Speaking of which," said Harry. "Your broomstick's snapped in half."

look back around at Harry -

Harry raised his hand in a weak salute

(and had miraculously failed to impale himself on while falling)

"Don't," he said, without opening his eyes. "Look at me. It makes me nervous."

"Same thing you were thinking last night. 'Hey, look at Malfoy, all cute and helpless and kinda nice.

"Is that one of your father's famous sayings?"

"No," he said. "I made that one up myself."

"That suit is charming," said Narcissa

And she did look a great deal like Draco

This had struck him as such a neat trick that he kept tossing the sword several feet away, making it jump

He opened his silver eyes and looked at Harry. "I haven't got one,"

"Well, there was that time my mum entered me into the Handsomest Boy in Chipping Sodbury contest

Harry watched the moonlight playing over Draco's face, printing the shadow of leaves against his pale skin, and thought, he's going to be my brother.

I'm a scary demon, gimme the sword, gimp boy.'"

"No, it's just a wild stab in the dark. Which is what you'll be getting in about one minute

the demon did not reply. Draco was disappointed. He had thought it was rather a good speech. Very Malfoy.

plunged the tip into the earth. Then slowly, agonizingly, he used it to pull himself upright

He thought he heard the bones grind against each other

white light shattered by black spots of agony. My leg -

- it hurts, God, it hurts.

everything spinning away into darkness behind his eyes.

I won't faint. I won't.

"And you looked very scary and all, at least before you shrieked and fell over and fainted."

"And I didn't even get to see it," said Draco mournfully. "Was it cool?"

"The shaking is a side effect of the terror," said Draco. "Don't worry about it."

"Your Patronus. It was a dragon. It was silver. I thought you should know."

"Ow," said Draco, in a small, pained voice. "Ow. Please don't sit on the broken leg."

"That's the dragon that told me about Draco's Patronus," he said.

"Dragons talk?"

"Mostly it's a lot of reminiscing about the good old days when villagers used to leave girls tied to stakes for them to eat, and complaining and wanting to be told how pretty their scales are.

"They're fantastic," he said. "Don't know why we've never done dragons in Care of Magical Creatures," said Draco, still staring upward.

"Probably the same reason we've never done Certain Death Charms in Flitwick's class," said Ron sourly. "Mortality rate."

on Draco and was gazing at him with a look that could almost be described as fond. "I think she likes you," he said to Draco. "That hardly ever happens."

gazed up at the dragon, which gazed back, emitting cheerful-looking puffs of smoke.

"Trousers," said Draco immediately. "I don't much fancy pioneering the new one-trouser-leg look

"Sure," said Draco. "When nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will always see us through."

"Ve-ry interesting," drawled the mirror. "Lots of promise here. Can't wait to see how you clean up."

"Leave him alone, Audrey," he said sternly to the mirror. "He's only sixteen."

"The dragons like Malfoy, so Charlie likes him. He'd like the Dark Lord if he got along with the Hungarian Horntails.

he stared in surprise. "Well, would you look at Malfoy,"

Against all the black, Draco's silvery hair and pale skin stood out startlingly. He looked a older, thought Ginny, and different, and just a little...dangerous.

"Malfoy looks really hot."

"She wants to be alone, with her, uh..."

"Vegetarianism,"

aiming his nose into the air. "Besides, I look really hot in them."

stepping towards an astonished Draco, she seized him and kissed him firmly on the lips.

the other veela, giving shrieks of delight, fell on him like a consortium of mad aunts

pulling at his hair, stroking the lapels of his leather jacket, pinching at any exposed skin

There must not be many part-veela men, he thought, slapping a hand that was reaching for his belt buckle.

"Hands off!" he squeaked warningly. "Ow -okay, that really isn't necessary

he'd always dreamed that there would come a day when he would be so famous that the mere mention of his name would silence a room full of people.

saw her shaking hand swing around to point the wand at him.

"Stupefy!"

wrenched the door open.

And saw Draco, standing astonished on the other side.

#draco malfoy #the draco trilogy #quotes

[godlessandwrecked]

with the band | s. black & r. lupin

you’re bored and sirius is not paying any attention to you. thankfully, your attempts at making him jealous result in double the fun you were asking for with the company of a certain green-eyed drummer—and all in the middle of a nightclub…

PAIRING: rockstar!sirius black x fem reader / drummer!remus lupin x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 3,1k

CONTENTS: NSFW 18+, sub!reader, threeway sort of?, semi-public sex, fem masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption

A/N: this is an edited repost! same universe as groupie love but can be read as a stand-alone. idk I just want to be a rockstar’s gf.

Go-go dancers in tiny bikinis were performing under colored lights, contorting their lithe bodies beautifully in their impossibly high heels. No one in the bar paid them no mind, really. They were just there to look pretty—like paintings hanging off a wall, you supposed. 

You couldn’t really see them from your booth in the VIP section of the club, but you could tell they weren’t enjoying themselves that much. And you weren’t, either. 

The floor was sticky with spilled sugary drinks, and the soles of your shoes kept getting stuck to it every time you lifted your foot off the ground to uncross one leg and cross the other. 

Sirius drank next to you, animatedly discussing themes for the band’s next album with Remus, who was sitting on the red leather couch across from you. Their words blended in with the rest of the scenery as you stared off into the distance and the empty tables of the gaudy club. 

You sipped on your peach daiquiri uninterestedly and sporadically, zooming in and out of the conversation unfolding in front of you as you fiddled with the bright pink straw.

You were more than bored. 

Being a rockstar’s girlfriend came with all kinds of fun and crazy adventures you had only dreamed of before you’d met him, but it also required a lot of patience and a lot of waiting around. You weren’t much of a patient person—that you shared with Sirius—but most of the time, when he had to put on his famous persona and go network, you were able to keep your cool until he returned to you. 

Not tonight, though. You were tired of waiting around, and you didn’t have your wits about you to participate in the conversation, even if you were invited to. All you wanted was Sirius’ undying attention, and right now, it was anywhere but you. 

You sighed. The club was half empty, and if only there was someone else at the VIP section, you would be able to easily entertain yourself by chatting up some girlie about nonsense like her manicure or her shoes.

Left with nothing to do, you stared at Remus, silently studying his features and stance as he listened to Sirius’ ideas, his arm lazily draped over the headrest of the sofa, pink lips wrapped around a cigarette and brow furrowed in concentration.

You adored Remus. He was all long bones and big green eyes; he wore tiny hoop earrings, and his sandy hair, shorter on the sides, curled at his ears and the nape of his neck, where a silver chain with his mother’s initial hung from.

He was very different from the rest of his bandmates. Quiet and articulate, he didn’t speak just for the sake of making noise, and you loved that of him. 

He was the father figure of the band, the one who took care of everyone else. You had seen him have his fair share of fun and reckless moments, but he always wore his head on his shoulders, and that only made him more attractive. 

He had this calm, quiet confidence about him that you loved. Everyone drooled over him, men and women alike, but he didn’t seem to care much for the more lustful parts of his career. As much as you liked Sirius’ bold energy and rough nature, you had to admit that Remus’ silent authority and dominance turned you on. In the short time you’d known him, he’d earned a little place in your heart. 

Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, and the music bouncing off the walls was too loud to make up a full thought. Fuck, you were bored. And horny. And feeling brattier by the minute. If only you could get Sirius to take you back to his hotel room already…

A smirk drew itself on your lips as the beginnings of an idea popped into your head, quickly deciding on the execution of it. 

“Remus,” you interrupted the conversation, playing with the ends of your hair as you eyed him up with doe eyes.

Both men turned to look at you, going silent. 

Sirius was first to speak, “We’re talking here, peach. Give us a second, doll.”

“It’s okay, Pads. I’m tired of you already,” Remus joked, smiling sweetly at you and urging you to keep talking with a nod of his head, ever the gentleman. “Yes, darling?”

You smiled innocently. You were about to throw Remus to the wolves for the sake of your little plan, but he was a big boy. He could handle it. 

“When are you gonna teach me how to play the drums?” you continued, shifting in your seat to uncross your legs and lean forward slightly, making a point of showing off a little more cleavage in your tiny dress. “It always looks like you’re having so much fun up there. I’d love to have fun too.”

He smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, flicking his cigarette into the neck of his empty beer bottle to knock off the ash. “Whenever you want. What do you want to learn?”

“Anything you’re willing to teach, I’m willing to learn.” 

Your tone was suggestive, as were your words, and even though your eyes were locked with Remus’, you could practically see Sirius’ jaw clenching and grip tightening on his glass of whiskey. 

You were now fully and unapologetically flirting with Remus, and Sirius’ silence told you he was getting angrier by the minute. You were sure he knew exactly what you were doing, and you could only hope it would make him mad enough to end up with you getting railed into the mattress of his hotel room.

“I bet you’re a great teacher, Remus,” you continued, ignoring Sirius’ deathly stare. “You must be pretty good with your hands, since you’re a drummer and all. I'm sure you could show me a thing or two that Sirius has never been able to-”

“Now, that’s enough,” your boyfriend’s cutting voice made you stop mid-sentence. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweets-”

“No, Sirius, let her talk.”

The two men exchanged a look only they seemed to understand, and a few seconds later, Sirius’ angry frown morphed into a vicious grin, his white fangs peeking through his lips.

“Remus,” Sirius hummed. “Why don’t you sit here, next to her? I bet you’d love to continue that conversation.”

Confused, you looked between them both, as Sirius calmly stubbed out his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray and Remus stood from his seat. You watched as he towered over you, studying you carefully with an indecipherable expression before he sat down next to you on the small couch, pushing you up against Sirius’ side so you three could fit on it. 

“You know, I think you might be right about Remus’ hands,” your boyfriend said, pushing your hair away from your neck with a tentative hand, his touch instantly awakening something in you. “You wanna test that theory, doll?”

You blinked in disbelief. All you could do was sit there, flanked by the both of them, their haunting presence looming over you dominantly. And sure enough, Remus’ left hand fell on your thigh, just above your knee. Your breath hitched, and your eyes met his, noticing the way his pupils dilated as he looked down at you.

“Do you want Remus to touch you?” Sirius’ mouth found the sweet spot under your ear, sucking lightly as he whispered, “Do you?”

You could feel the beginnings of arousal growing in your belly, and still, an uneasy feeling settled over you. 

Your whole plan had been blown out. You couldn’t even utter a single word, too surprised by this new situation you’d been thrown into and not really sure on how to react. What was Sirius planning to do? To punish you for being a brat? To taunt you so you’d say yes so he could then humiliate you in front of Remus for shamelessly flirting with him? He wouldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t.

“You know, we’ve talked about this so many times. We were just waiting for the right time to go on with it.” Sirius’ kisses got more insistent, and Remus’ thumb drawing patterns on your inner thigh as you melted under his touch told you this was no joke. 

“But wait, Sirius. What, here?” you worried. “Someone could see.”

“So? Do you think I care if somebody sees you being a little whore? ‘Cause that’s what you are, you know? Talking like that to Remus. My friend.”

“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-”

“What? So you don’t actually think I’m good with my hands?” Remus chimed in, the shadow of a smile on his tone.

“I didn’t say- I’m sorry, Sirius, I didn’t-”

“Hey, peach,” his fingers hooked under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. A soft smile was on his face, the one he always gave you when you walked down the street together and a flock of paparazzi cornered you, or at events and parties when there were too many people around trying to intrude in your business. The kind that told you you were safe and protected with him. That you were his girl. “I’m not mad, okay? We’re just having fun, yeah?”

He hadn’t particularly enjoyed the little stunt you’d pulled, but he wasn’t mad. That much you could tell from the way he was looking at you. He didn’t mean to push you into a situation you weren’t comfortable with, he just wanted to maybe take advantage of the situation and have some fun. 

And he was letting Remus join in too.

Sirius wasn’t one to share, but he was allowing it this once, so you nodded without question, giving him permission to go on with whatever he’d thought up, finding yourself growing eager and excited. 

He smiled triumphantly and tapped your leg, coaxing you to spread them apart and drape your thighs over either of theirs, one on Sirius’ leg and one on Remus’. Their hands instantly landed on your bare skin. 

“Is this okay?” Remus asked in a gentle tone, placing his hand on your knee, back to where it had been up until a minute ago. You weren’t sure if he was asking you or Sirius, but you could have sworn you’d felt him nod his head along with yours.

Your skin instantly heated up at his touch, and yet, your whole body shivered when his fingers started to slowly inch further up your thigh, ignating goosebumps and getting dangerously close to the hem of your dress. 

Sirius’ lips found yours, and you kissed him gladly, moaning into his mouth when Remus found the spot where your legs met and brushed his knuckles over the fabric of your underwear, teasing you over the cloth. 

He pushed your soaked panties to the side and slid his fingers through your wet folds, skilfully finding your clit and starting to draw lazy circles as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You blindly grabbed hold of his arm, feeling the movements of his muscles under your hand as he pleasured you, still lost in Sirius’ mouth and now the euphoria of both men taking care of you.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ tongue swallowed your moans to no avail, really. The music was too loud for anyone to hear them, anyway. 

Remus’ digits traced your slit, spreading your lips to find your entrance and slip a finger in easily. He curled it up and watched you with a grin as you broke away from Sirius’ lips to whine, your back arching off your seat and your hips retreating away from his hand from the sensation. Sirius hand wrapped around your upper thigh, pinning you down so you’d take Remus’ ministrations. 

Sirius’s mouth then moved to your neck, sucking and planting wet kisses, leaving marks behind that branded you his. His hand kneaded your breast over the thin material of your dress, and he kept whispering in your ear with a husky and dark tone, “You like that, peach? Is he making you feel good?”

“So good,” you exhaled, eyes closed and head hung back. 

You felt fingers on the right side of your jaw, pushing your face to the side, until you were met with Remus’ murky eyes looking down at you before his mouth was on yours, softly and languidly moving against your lips. He was slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to Sirius’ exhilarating fiery lust and insatiable hunger, and you felt like you were drowning.

The kiss was wet and filthy, the kind you had only dreamed of in lustful moments. He pulled away slightly, catching your bottom lip in between his teeth, at which you let out a pathetic whimper as you reached forward to meet him again. 

A snarky grin came over his face at your reaction, and he instantly divided back down to kiss you. As his lips connected with yours again and he slid his tongue into your mouth, a second finger slid into you swiftly, making you gasp at the stretch, his warm tongue moving against yours. 

Blindly, your fingers slid up Sirius’ thigh and met with the growing bulge in his pants. You patted him over the material, feeling him hard and hot in your hand as he relaxed under your touch and sunk down further into the plush seat. 

Remus lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he kept pumping his long fingers in and out of you. And you… you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, begging for something—anything, you weren’t really sure what. 

“You can’t come yet, peach. Not until I tell you to,” he said, meeting your gaze. He kissed your temple softly, his ringed hand caressing your thigh as you trembled. 

You were a wreck in the midst of the dark venue and the loud music. Realistically, no one could hear your moans or the squelching sounds of Remus’ fingers thrusting into you, and it was hard for anyone to see you hidden in the shadows, way in the back of the club—but the possibility unnerved you still. 

A waiter could walk in at any moment, or other people joining the VIP section, and they would find you spread out and with two men kissing at your neck. You wouldn’t be surprised if a picture of this very moment ended up on the cover of some magazine tomorrow morning, and as much as it ashamed you to admit it, you didn’t totally despise the idea, especially when the two men were who they were.

You were suffocating. Your cheeks were burning hot and your clothes felt itchy on your skin and too rough on your sensitive nipples. 

The two men were on either sides of your neck now, Remus’ nose buried in your hair as he drank you in and kept pleasuring you. Your heart was beating fast, and a sweat broke through your body as Sirius urged you to spread your legs a little wider over both his and Remus’ thighs. 

You were desperate for release, on the brim of tears and dying to cry out at how good they were both making you feel. Sirius knew your body better than anyone, and he could tell, so his hand moved between your legs to replace Remus’ thumb on your clit with his own fingers. 

He rubbed relentlessly as Remus kept fingering you, curling his fingers up and brushing against that spot that made your legs shake and body shiver. “Come on, baby. Show Remus how pretty you look when you come.”

The two men toying with you in the middle of the club, their hands on your thighs, leaving marks on your skin with their kisses—this was the stuff of your wildest fantasies. So much more than anything you had ever imagined. 

The thought of it becoming true was enough to get you there. 

Quickly, you felt yourself approach your release. Your eyes were shut tight, your thighs trembling, threatening to close around both their hands, and you felt like you were floating. Your breath became shorter, and your hips started moving involuntarily, grinding down on both their hands to get as much pleasure out of them as you could. Sirius kept rubbing at your clit, faster now, and Remus urged you on, his fingers sliding in and out of you, and whispering praises that tickled you the right way. 

You came with a broken moan and Sirius’ smile against your cheek, your head thrown back against the wall, mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pure bliss. Both men smothered you in kisses as you came down from your high, their hands feeling around your body with soft touches, and you basked in them, not really sure if what just happened was truly real at all.

Remus slid his fingers out of you and brought his hand up to your face, slipping his slick coated fingers into your mouth, slowly swirling them around your tongue, your mouth wide open for him. He stared at you, drinking in your every move, his teeth sunk into his lower lip as you closed your mouth around his digits and sucked on them, letting out a satisfied moan that sent a shock straight through him. He could swear just the thought of you tasting yourself on his fingers was enough to make him come in his pants.

Remus looked at Sirius with a knowing smirk. 

He got it now, why Sirius was so pussy-whipped with you—why he’d given up reckless nights of fooling around with different people. How could he not when you took everything he gave you so willingly and appreciatively? And you looked so pretty doing it, too? 

He kissed your warm cheek with so much care. “Such a good girl, fuck me.”  His long lashes tickled your cheekbone. “Lucky motherfucker,” he whispered under his breath, eyeing Sirius.

Sirius shrugged cockily, proud of having you by his side and happy that he’d gotten to show his best friend just how good his girl was. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked you.

You still felt on cloud nine, the remnants of the intense orgasm still flowing through your body. You smiled groggily at the two boys. “It was so good. Thank you, Remus. The rumours are true.” 

He was really good with his hands. 

“The pleasure was mine, darling.”

“Let’s go back to the hotel. You’ve had your fun,” Sirius turned to you, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d catch the glint in his eye, the one that told you this was far from over. “Now, you’re gonna ride Moony’s thigh until you cry, peach.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[messers-moony]

Lavender | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius Black escapes Azkaban and Professor Black’s students have a lot of questions about it.

“Professor Black?” A Hufflepuff student raised their hand, “Yes, Ms.Abbott?”

The Hufflepuff - Hannah Abbott - swallowed thickly, “Are you worried?”

“Worried about what?” Professor Black queried with her signature sweet smile, “Sirius Black.” Hannah stated.

The Professor chuckled, “No, dear. Nor should any of you be. Sirius Black will not harm any of you.”

Quietness remained through the classroom, “You know what, we have about twenty minutes of class time left. Why don’t you ask me all the questions troubling your minds? No judgment. You ask me questions, and I shall tell you no lies.”

Hermione’s hand shot up, “Yes, Ms.Granger?”

“How do you inherit the Black surname?”

Y/n smiled faintly, “I was married to one of the brothers.”

“Which one?” Ronald Weasley interjected, “Regulus Black.” Y/n answered.

“Pardon me if this sounds rude,” Dean Thomas began, “But wasn’t Regulus a deatheater?”

Tension set throughout the classroom, “Indeed, he was Mr. Thomas. I congratulate you on your research, but Regulus was not an evil man.” Y/n replied reassuringly.

“What was he like?”

“Regulus Black was a kind and ambitious man but pressured by his parents - Walburga and Orion - to accomplish things he never had ambition for.” Y/n twisted the ring on her finger, “Sirius Black and Regulus Black had more in common than they liked to believe. In the end, it seems that they weren’t different at all.”

“What do you mean, Professor?” Hermione queried at the cryptic response.

Y/n stood in front of her desk with her arms and legs crossed, “What I mean is that they both sacrificed themselves for the people they loved.”

“I can’t go into Regulus’ whole background, we just don’t have the time for that, and I can’t speak for Sirius, but I can assure you, Sirius means no harm.”

Glancing at the clock, most students began to pack up and leave. Hermione seemed intrigued and wanted to ask more, but she left despite her craving for knowledge. Ron followed shortly after. Harry seemed to be packing extraordinarily slow. Both his closest friends leaving him behind while the classroom expired itself out. Y/n returned to behind her desk, and Harry stared at her with his bright green eyes.

“Professor.” Harry called, grabbing her attention, “Yes, Harry?”

“Did you know my father?”

“I did.”

Harry stuttered, “Can- Can you tell me about him?”

“Perhaps,” Y/n answered teasingly.

The boy sat back down at his desk, “James Potter.” Y/n spoke with a laugh, “Merlin, he was a joy to be around.”

“I was a close friend of James’, which was fortunate. Most people couldn’t get too close to him aside from the Marauders, but I managed to sneak my way in.” Y/n explained, “James was kind and sweet, but he had his flaws like everyone else. Sometimes he hurt people - not that he noticed; of course, he thought it was all in good fun, but occasionally someone would get really hurt.”

“Most of the time, I was his shoulder to cry on. Your mother - Lily, she was something, let me tell you. Hurt your father in more ways than one. Rejecting him constantly made him question his self-worth. But he covered it up with his famous James Potter smile.”

“Your father wasn’t perfect, Harry.” Y/n stated, “Despite what anyone tells you. James Potter was not perfect, but there is one thing I bet he was fortunate for.”

“What's that?” Harry asked, “He and Lily died together. They never lived without one another.” Y/n answered.

Instantly Harry felt like he crossed a boundary, “I- I’m so sorry, Professor….”

“No need to apologize.”

“Would you talk about him? Regulus, that is?”

“Of course. Um- Regulus was one year younger than the Marauders. He was also a Slytherin favored by his parents over Sirius.” The Professor explained, fidgeting with her necklace, “He drowned. That’s- That's how he died.”

“He was eighteen when he passed in 1979. I can’t express the pain I felt when I received news of his passing.” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “Sirius ached too. Whether he showed it or not, I knew that he was hurting for the loss of his brother.”

Tears began to gloss her eyes, “I was hurting. We had gotten married a month before he died. Looking back on it, I think he did that on purpose because he knew that soon he would do this mission that would result in his death. His biggest concern was always me and my well-being. So for me to inherit his fortunes, he married me.”

“That’s not to say he only married me for that reason, but I think he wanted to die knowing I’d be taken care of.” Y/n added quickly, “Not even two years later, your parents died. Those three years were awful. And I mean absolutely dreadful.”

“Shortly after I realized Remus - Professor Lupin, excuse me, began to distance himself, so I reached out to him before he could hide away. Remus and I moved into a flat together; we still do. I also have my daughter.”

Harry spluttered, “Daughter?”

“Yes, my child with Regulus.”

“What’s her name?”

“Phoenix Regulus Black, a true Hufflepuff.” Y/n announced proudly, “She's a year above you, but I’d recommend you meeting her.”

“I- I know her.” Harry murmured, “You do?”

Harry nodded, “She- She’s been a good friend of mine since first year.”

“Well then.” Y/n chuckled.

Something was amiss in Harry’s attitude. Y/n was not daft. She noticed that at the mention of her daughter's name, his eyes lit up. The way his green eyes sparkled like a freshly mined emerald. The way his usual pale complexion turned to a faint pink hue and his dopey smile. The same smile James had with Lily. The same smile Regulus had with her.

“You like my daughter, don’t you?” Y/n crossed her arms, smiling playfully, “I- I- Pardon me, Professor.” Harry stuttered.

Y/n laughed, “Oh, you so do! You love my daughter!”

“Maybe I do….” Harry confessed, “Well, Harry Potter, I have no problem with you having a crush on my daughter. Just don’t make her a fling.” Y/n replied, narrowing her eyes teasingly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, run along. You have to catch lunch before it’s up.”

Harry rushed out of his seat after realizing the time. His bag placed on his shoulder as he left the classroom in haste. Y/n smiled and sat at the chair behind her desk. When moving a piece of parchment, there was a distinct rose petal. It was odd, she didn’t have roses anywhere nearby, and no one had been near her desk all day aside from her. The rose petal was a beautiful shade of lavender.

Lavender roses were the only color of roses Regulus would give her. It made Y/n smile, “Thank you, Reggie.”

In the afterlife, Regulus would’ve been sitting watching her entire conversation with Harry. He was smiling at his beautiful wife doing what she always aspired to do - teaching kids. Regulus could only hope that when Sirius was to find her that he’d take care of her. Perhaps Sirius could become Phoenix’s father - the parent Regulus never got a chance to be. Regulus could only hope that Phoenix knew that he did everything to keep her safe. His beautiful baby girl.

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[ghostedgwen]

[1] pregnancy heacanons | r.lupin 

note : decided to give him twins so we get both boy!dad and girl!dad Remus <3 also turned this into a hc to avoid putting out another 4k because three stages of pregnancy seemed a lot to put into words!

warning/s :  pregnancy, labor, mentions of reader in pain during labor, anxiety from remus, domestic fluff (?)

request by @snigdha-14​ : Dad!Remus fic???? Like during pregnancy, Delivery and after the child is born...

🌑 During the pregnancy, he would be so on edge!

🌑 You’d only be one week along and he’s already baby-proofing the entire house, everything is safe and he even change the carpets

🌑 so you feel like walking on clouds every time you walk around the house.

🌑 Your cravings are yet to start but he’s already buying everything you even express the slightest interest in eating.

🌑 Oh, you want those famous muggle cheesecakes? He’s already putting his coat and shoes on to go head outside.

🌑 You were already in love but seeing him in this light - you feel yourself falling even more

🌑 to see how excited he is to be a dad - to be a father, and not just your husband

🌑 You best believe James is already pestering you about giving Harry a playmate.

🌑 As your belly grows bigger, he would require you to move less

🌑 If he could just keep you in bed all day, he would - but you had to scold him and say that pregnant women also need their exercise

🌑 He accompanies you everywhere when going out every time he’s free.

🌑 Shopping for baby stuff would be the highlight of your pregnancy, 

🌑 The whole gang would be there for the delivery - except Lily who stayed home with Harry.

🌑 Watching him pick out toys and nappies was a memory you would cherish forever - he would make such a great dad

🌑 James would be the one providing the most moral support, having gone through it himself

🌑 Remus was both terrified and excited

🌑 He knew how complicated pregnancies could get, he was worrying for you both and he was also anticipating meeting his child

🌑 Your labor lasted 5 hours and he never got up from his seat the entire time. Peter was the one to fetch him a bottle of water and Sirius was there providing entertainment.

🌑 Distracting him from your screams that was shaking him through the walls by going on about list latest escapades

🌑 Once the screaming died down, James urges him to go in and he does -

🌑 Leaving the three men behind to enter and delivery room and see you beginning to calm down

🌑 The Healer smiles up at him, holding a baby boy. “Congratulations, what will you name him?”

🌑 “We agreed on the name Jonathan Thedeus Lupin, if we had a boy.” 

🌑 Jonathan from Remus John Lupin and Thedeus because you thought the nickname ‘teddy’ would be cute

🌑 He’d watch as they took the baby away and feel his heart be overfilled with joy

🌑 He’d approach you, sweating and panting on the bed and press kisses all over your damp face. Thanking you over and over

🌑 It would have been a sweet moment - you were about to tell him you love him when instead screams left you

🌑 “Another one!?”

🌑 He watches you, cradling the sleeping baby boy in your arms

🌑 cooing softly at the little thing while he slowly rocked the baby girl in his arms, looking down at her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips

🌑 “He takes after you” you tell him

🌑 And that’s when the fear slowly crept into him

🌑 He always wanted a family of his own but it felt too good of a dream because of his condition - it wasn’t until just a few months ago that a potion to help his transformation was made

🌑 He didn’t have the fear throughout the pregnancy, he was too occupied by the excitement

🌑 but now it’s here, in his arms and yours - he didn’t want to fail

🌑 “Hey, you okay?” you ask, noticing how his expression dropped

🌑 “I - yes, I was just - they’re so tiny.”

🌑 You laugh, nodding in agreement and pursed your lips shortly after. “I know that look,” the amount of times you had to assure him while you were dating - 

🌑 you knew the look on his face all too well.

🌑 “Don’t. You’d make the best Dad, you have been the best husband, you’ll do great.”

🌑 “I don’t know if I believe that,” Remus confesses, but he looked down at his baby girl’s face again and could only grin. “But I will try, for them.”

🌑 The twins absolutely love him and he loves being a dad

🌑 Contrary to his fears, he’s been the greatest dad ever

🌑 It almost made you jealous how close he is with the twins, the three were most inseparable

🌑 Your baby girl, Hope Lillian Lupin was a Daddy’s girl through and through - and you did not mind one bit

🌑 You keep recalling how scared he was that day when the twins came into the world and seeing how they are now, you’re glad

🌑 Remus spoiled the twins rotten and it would take you drawing the line for him to be held back

🌑 He’s actually worse than Potter at making being a dad his whole personality

🌑 You and Lily bonded over your husbands being taken by their children.

🌑 Having twins was a handful but Remus always volunteered, every middle of the night when the two would wake up and cry

🌑 normally one would be slightly annoyed and even mad but he was always eager

🌑 almost skipping to the nursery as he soothes the twins back to sleep and you get a very much needed rest

🌑 You loved your family so much and Remus was the most grateful to you

🌑 For giving him a family and these two bundles of joy that he had learned to devote his everything to

🌑 even as the war went on, he had something to hold on to

🌑 a warm home to return to at the end of the day and the traces of war can be washed away by the laughter of your children.

end. masterlist

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Sorry for bothering you with requests 😅 but I genuinely love the way you write so could I request a one shot about fem reader who liked snaps since they were in school together but didn’t approach it because she respected that he loved lily but after years she still held those feelings for him and maybe on a late night they drink and causally confesses like oh yeah I’ve always felt things towards you

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

Severus Snape x Reader✨

My old friend🌹

Working at Hogwarts is the best thing that’s happened to me, I get to be surrounded by warm people. I was a professor, a professor for the dark arts, although it’s only temporary after the incident with Lupin they’ve been searching around for a good teacher. I’ll explain during my younger years at Hogwarts I studied hard to try and become an aurora however my skills weren’t on the same level as the smarter witches. My family were well known in the dark arts division, my mother was a strong aurora who knew defensive spells while my father worked at Hogwarts. I was quite a strong witch, Dumbledore even stated “following your family’s path doesn’t mean you have to be great, you’re quite a strong witch on your own y/n and I admire your courage and bravery for such a dangerous life path”.

I wasn’t exactly rich in fact I was rather poor, finding a job with my skill set wasn’t exactly easy. I thought about owning a dark artifacts shop, they often come off as popular, but I want to do more then just sit around and wait for someone to buy something. I wanted to help the wizarding world and defend students from evil people, I met Dumbledore a few years after Hogwarts.

I was sitting in Hogsmeade alone, I had no one to talk to nor even have anyone to pay attention to. An old man sat next to me and asked me “Why hello y/n, it’s been sometime old friend hasn’t it” the glint in his voice sounded familiar. “Professor Dumbledore, Merlin’s beard it’s been years since I’ve seen you, are you grabbing a butterbeer too?” I questioned, Holy jumping crickets I would never expect to find him here. “No dear y/n, I’m afraid that’s not why I came you see, your family has been known to be quite famous in the dark arts” Dumbledore smiled softly, “I’ve seen many talented witches and wizards for my time, but none have come close to you, would you like a job in Hogwarts”.

I nearly spat out my butterbeer, my eyes were full of confusion and yet happiness. Dumbledore softly laughed to himself as he saw my face with a moustache of butterbeer across my lips. “Yes sir, uh Professor Dumbledore sir” I was rather giddy inside, Sweet Dragon pop rocks I’m finally something I’ve wanted to be.

So that’s how I earned my title as a professor, most of my students were rather kind and giving. Well, the Slytherins think I’m Ridiculous, I’ve had quite a handful of comments from Malfoy and his gang although a teacher has a few tricks up her sleeve. I had quite a few fans mostly from the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, I had met a very famous young wizard indeed, Harry potter. I don’t think I’ve ever met a brighter young wizard in my life, Granger and Weasley on the other hand were certainly a delight. Granger often got all the answers correct and performed her spells at an excellent rate, she is rather fun to talk to. Weasley is quite goofy although he is brave at heart.

The classes were exceptionally hard at times, I wanted to help the students learn something great. In my younger years of Hogwarts, I wanted to be like my father, a Defence against the dark arts professor, although my mind was already set on becoming an aurora for the wizarding world.

I must admit when I was working here, I had no idea Severus would be working here as well, he was a potions teacher and a wicked one at that. I have memories of the small boy sitting in the corner of the class not speaking to anyone. I never really caught up with him as I didn’t want to be a bother but from what Longbottom and potter tell me he seems heinous towards his students. Believe it or not that potions professor used to be the only one I loved; I couldn’t approach him not because I was nervous but there was already a girl he fell deeply infatuated with.

When I heard, he was aiming to become a death eater, I could not bear to see him, they were the people my mother was trying to save us from. Death eaters if your wondering are very terrible, terrible people that support the dark lord. They’ve murdered countless of lives and by merlin they’ve nearly killed me when I was a child. I was lucky enough to have my father there although, it cost his life. My mother fell with grief, and I swore to help students who’s been affected by those terrible wizards.

I had heard the terrible news; the girl Severus knew had passed away. I felt so bad that I could not bear to see him miserable, it was never me anyways, it was always her.

So, if you are wondering where I am right now, I am drinking my old soul away with butterbeer. Hogsmeade is a good place to get away from the stress of teaching. I gulped the last cup for the night, it was Christmas after all, and I often spent it with my mother although tonight it was not the best time. I was lonely, everyone outside had left to go back to their families.

I got up from the chair and bid the bartender goodnight, stepping outside into the freezing air was rather unpleasant. “You’re here” a dull voice spoke from behind “oh Ah! Severus merlin’s beard you scare me”. I couldn’t move, my face went redder as the snow blew “it’s been some time y/n” Severus’s expressions hadn’t even changed, he was still the same stone-cold man many students had feared. “Yeah I, I suppose it has been Sevy” I felt weird saying that but back then that’s what I nicknamed him. Severus grabbed my arm from beneath his cloak and helped me inside “Your freezing y/n, have you been really that stupid enough to forget to that heating potion”.

I couldn’t even think, my nose was running like a cold, wet, dripping tap. “Your absurd y/n, you would’ve ended up catching cold” Severus was rather worried in a weird way, he never really took care of me before. “Don’t pressure yourself Sevy I’m fine” I shivered, he placed me in front of the fireplace “your cold you stupid girl” he complained “but Sevy-”.

“Hush” he firmly ordered, “two butterbeers” he pulled out some knuts and galleons to pay for the drinks. I smiled softly to myself; it was the first time anyone had cared about my safety “Thanks Sevy”. Severus raised an eyebrow and drunk the butterbeer, even I couldn’t understand how he didn’t get a moustache from that. “I do hope your forgetful mind will remember to keep warm during the winter” he raised an eyebrow “S-So how’s classes been Sevy”. Perhaps it was just me but when I knew the man when he was younger, he was so shy he couldn’t speak to anyone and Merlin he was bullied.

I was the one to stand up for him even after the marauders had damaged or harmed him. “Do you remember when we went nearby the black lake and we would eat together” I remember the day like it was no other, the sun was shining, our skin felt the warmth rays touching our faces. I was laying down and he reached for my hand, for the first time I saw Severus smile.

“My Classes are imprudent and yet tolerable if the students behave” he drunk more of the butter beer further continuing on the question I had asked, he answered “Indeed, it seems long ago” he softly muttered. I felt warmer with him, it may have been the fire but the tips of my cheeks and nose were going somewhat red. I had no intention of muttering these very words out, but it seemed like he had moved on and it was an emotional scene. “Severus back at school, back when we were young, I had always admired you, you were the only boy to make my heart pound like a troll beating a rock”.

“I knew you had your own life and friends but to this day I couldn’t stop thinking about you” I was a bit tired and misty eyes, so I thought about the memories we shared. I blame my emotional behind for getting weepy. I was expecting Severus to call me a “dunderhead” or “foolish” but instead what I got was “You’re an exceptionally talented witch y/n, even if you’re a dunderhead at times” he softly admits.

I felt a sensation coming over me, leaning in towards his lips was an interesting experience. I pressed my soft lips against his, it wasn’t at all like snogging. This was my first kiss and when I parted the scent of old leather lingered, Severus stared at me with widened eyes. He stuttered “Y-you care for me after all this time” it was like the little boy he used to be was back.

“Always”.

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