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aurorablue22 · 3 years

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Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited.

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3

“Good morning my dear!” you said as you walked into the kitchen, where Harry was cracking an egg over the frying pan.

“Mornin’ (Y/N).” he smiled, and you walked over to him.

“Y’know Harry, you don’t have to make breakfast for us. Even after all this time I feel bad-”

“(Y/N), I’m fine, I promise. Besides, I already made you tea.” he nodded towards the counter, and you gave a pouty smile as you picked up the mug. “Sweet boy.” you cooed, and ruffled his hair.

You and your godson were enjoying whatever Harry had whipped up, and talking about the strange dream he had last night, when an owl tapped on the window. You took a swig from your tea mug and lifted the latch, letting the dusty creature inside. It gave a polite hoot, and you bowed your head in return.

You unfastened the letter from the owl’s foot while Harry filled a bowl with water and a plate with bacon scraps.

“Oh, it’s from Rem!” you hastily tore the envelope, and slipped the parchment through the folds. Sprawled across the yellowed paper was half-messy, half-loopy writing, which you’d grown quite familiar with.

“What’s he up to?” Harry asks nonchalantly.

Your eyes quickly moved from left to right, scanning over the message. Your brain hung onto specific words; Order, Phoenix, Army, The Dark Lord... and Padfoot.

You took a breath in as you read your husband’s name, and Harry peeked over your shoulder, raising his eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, my dear..” you shook your hand, handing him the message. “It’s just..”

Harry immediately understood. “Well, that’s a good thing, right? You do want to see him... right?”

You whipped around, your updo falling loose. “Of course I want to see him! I just... I just don’t know.. “ you sighed, and sat back at the kitchen table. Your brain floated back to what Remus had written; how the Order was reassembling, and he was extending the invite to you, just like he had in the 70s.

Not only that, but he had scribbled something along the lines of “Padfoot will be joining us as well. I do hope you’re willing to see him.”

Of course you did! But it was complicated to explain to others. You were nervous. The most communication you’d had with Sirius over the past two years was letters. Most of his were on scraps of newspaper, so you always made sure to pack extra parchment into your envelopes.

Within the past few weeks, his message arrived a lot cleaner and appeared less rushed, which you appreciated. Each time an owl arrived, your heart soared. But in those letters, you couldn’t reveal anything about your lives, in case they fell into the wrong hands. That being said, the most you two could say to each other was “I love you”.

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It was just after 7 o’clock, when Remus and a girl with purple hair had come to pick up you and Harry. She introduced herself as ‘Tonks”. Of course, you hadn’t realized at the time she was your cousin in law.

You both waved them off, Remus assuring them you’d catch up soon. You gave your Godson a kiss on the cheek.

“Be good,” you pointed your finger at him “Listen to Tonks”.

“I will, I will!” he teased.

When they’d both left, you and Remus sat on the tiny loveseat in comfortable silence.

“I wanted to check up on you,” he stated, and you looked up to reach his gaze. Oh, Remus. Your best friend. “I realize when I sent my letter it must’ve been a bit of a shock to you.” he placed his hand over yours.

“Oh yes, well, I think I might’ve frightened Harry more than anything. I’m not sure if he’s used to how dramatic I am yet.” you two laughed, Remus teasing you that it took him a long time to get used to it too.

Your laughter died down, and Remus spoke again. “He’s very excited to see you, (Y/N). In fact, he’s been fixing up his hair all day.”

You couldn’t even laugh. That was such a Sirius thing to do.

Your eyes glossed over at the thought, which Remus noticed immediately. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to see him Rem.” you cut him off, and you saw relief wash over his features. “I’m just a little nervous.”

It took a few minutes, but after a warm hug and Remus’s signature pep talks, you were ready to go. Never letting go of his hand, the two of you apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Always a gentleman, Remus opened the front door for you, and you were greeted by the distant chatter at the end of the hall. Although you couldn’t see any faces, you recognized the voice of your Godson and his friends, along with that of Mad-Eye and Mrs. Weasley, to be followed by-

him.

It was that glorious laugh you’d waited 14 years to hear, the sound bounced around your head and you began to feel faint. Remus patted your shoulder, and you turned your head to look at him.

He nodded towards the end of the corridor, smiling. You took a deep breath, staring down the long hallway ahead of you. You brushed the stray hair out of your face and clenched your fists. As you began walking, you could hear Remus following close behind.

Your footsteps were booming across the corridor, your pace picking up with every step. Your breathing heightened and your heart was in your throat. You pushed open the door in front of you, and it slammed against the wall. The sound alerted the entire room, and you scanned over everyone’s faces. You finally landed on those eyes, his eyes, still as grey and dreamy as you’d left them.

“(Y/N)!” he shouted, getting up from his seat, looking anything but composed.

“Sirius” you breathed, tears already forming. The two of you ran towards each other, and finally, after 14 long years, you found yourself in his embrace once more.

It was tight and strong, he held you protectively yet with extreme caution. You sobbed into his chest, knowing that there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe how you felt at the moment.

Much to your surprise, and those in the room, Sirius began to cry as well. Not as much as you, but tears fell from his eyes as though he was only a boy. You held onto him, not wanting to let go, your hands digging into his jacket, and your face buried in his chest.

The world fizzled out around you, and you didn’t even notice how people were reacting to the scene. Remus leaned against the doorframe, wiping away a few tears himself; he felt so grateful he could see his best friends together once more.

Although they would deny it later on, Harry and Hermione hid their emotions behind Ron, the both of them on the verge of an entire breakdown. This was followed by Mrs. Weasley, who was sniffing loudly as her husband passed her a handkerchief.

Sirius was the first to pull away, and he cupped your face with his hands. He had a certain look on his face, as though he’d fallen in love all over again. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, and looked into your eyes.

Your knees might’ve given out at that very moment if he wasn’t there to steady you. “Even more beautiful then when I left you.” he spoke, barely over a whisper, his voice sending those familiar tingles down your spine.

You couldn’t even form words, you were so lost in his features. You only smiled, which he returned. “Why don’t we go into the other room, hmm?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you out of the dining room. You could barely hear Ginny burst into loud sobs behind you, and how Mrs. Weasley followed suit.

He walked you down the hall, and you never took your eyes off each other, only breaking the gaze when he opened the door to the living room.

You two sat on the dusty couch in the dimly lit room, and he took your hands in his. You realized then and there how much you’d missed his loving gaze; at this point he was practically drooling at the sigh of you.

He wrapped his arms around you once more, his head resting atop yours. “I’ve missed you so much my love, so very much.”

You only gripped him harder, breathing in the smell of cigarette smoke and his old cologne. Your eyes pricked yet again; it was the cologne you used to spray on his pillow when he was first imprisoned.

“Sirius..” you said his name as though it were your only prayer. He hummed in response, lifting your face to meet his. You leaned in closer to him, your faces not even an inch apart. You closed the gap, your lips finally meeting his. You took in a breath through your nose, and butterflies began swarming in your stomach.

You parted your lips, which Sirius took as an invite, and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your hands found their way into his hair, and his around your waist. You felt your cheeks getting wet, and you realized it was from Sirius. A few tears had spilled from his eyes, but he didn’t let up from the kiss.

It was full of passion and love, sprinkled with a bit of lust. He laid you gently on the couch, his body hovering over yours, and you finally broke apart. He gave a few gentle pecks down your neck, and returned to eye level with you.

“Oh darling..” you spoke, trying to contain the emotions that were sure to spill out of you. Both of you were at a loss for words, simply staring at each other, taking in everything you’d missed out on. You smiled lovingly at him, and the corners of his mustache quirked as he did the same. You giggled, fiddling with his locks.

“You grew a beard.” you stated, still admiring the sight before you.

“Do you not like it?” he asked, more so a rhetorical question than anything.

“I find it very sexy.” you reassured him.

He chuckled a bit, never taking his eyes off you. “Oh my dear,” he stroked the side of your face, and he brought you to sit back up. “I haven’t a clue how I managed without you.”

A certain emotion flashed over his eyes, and he fought off a grimace, trying to outrun the hell that lived within him. You placed a hand on his cheek, your wedding band giving a bit of a cold sting to his face.

He gently took your hand and brought it into view; his eyes crystallized once he saw the ring he’d given you so many years ago. “You kept it..” his tone was unsure, as though he was confused as to why you did.

“Of course I did Siri, I love you.” your heart ached for him; he must’ve thought you’d moved on before he’d seen Remus again. You remembered the conversation you had with Remus a few months ago, where he opened up about seeing Sirius again. They’d been writing every couple of months, and Remus had to constantly reassure him that you were still available; that you’d never given up on your husband.

“I’ll always love you.” you furrowed your brow in an attempt to conceal yet another sob.

“And I, you. My sweet girl.” Sirius placed a kiss on your knuckles, then moved back to your lips. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” he mumbled into the kiss, and you felt yourself melt in his embrace, knowing that you and your husband were finally reunited.

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Hi my lovelies!! I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I loved writing it! Let me know if I should follow up on this “Reunited” fic, because I’m really looking forward to adding more. That would include something romantic and/or something smutty, I’m honestly up for anything bahaha. Please send in your requests, whether it be for this fic or really anyone in Harry Potter. And don’t be afraid of giving feedback, I’d love to know what you think! <3

~Aurora

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quindolyn · 3 years

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Could you do a marauders x reader fluff?? Like a poly relationship and it’s like Valentine’s Day or sumthing love ur writing <3

Armfuls of Sunshine || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2365

A/N: It’s not really valentines day in the fic or any holiday like that, it’s just that swim weather is setting in for me and I want a lazy day at the lake with the boys so this is completely self indulgent. I know I haven’t been writing a lot I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed and I wish I could say that this is a sign that my life is mellowing out but I’m afraid that it is actually to the contrary. In summary, don’t get your hopes up

Warnings: hastily written, tired while written, fem reader, kisses, lake day so reader is wearing a swimsuit, mentions of Remus’ body image issues and allusions to Sirius’ past abuse from his parents

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You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against Sirius’ shoulder who sat behind you with you between his legs. Sitting by the Black Lake he was shirtless, you adorned only in a modest two piece swimsuit leaving the skin of your belly exposed so that Sirius could trace shapes along the soft skin. With your back pressed to his chest and the sun’s rays hitting your front you were surrounded by warmth, like a nice little cocoon you were tucked into.

With your head against his shoulder you left the side of your neck open, vulnerable, allowing him to drip down wordlessly and brush his lips over the delicate skin before finding your sweet spot on the back of your neck and nipping lightly, his hands moving to grip your hips so you couldn’t squirm out of the hold he had on you.

“Siri!” You giggled, feeling Sirius grin into the side of your neck, getting just the reaction out of you that he had wanted.

“Shhh Puppy,” He whispered condescendingly in your ear, “Gotta be quiet, can’t wake up Jamie,” He nodded his head over to your right where just mere inches from you laid the slumbering boy, all messy black curls, hazel eyes, and with a physique that had you weak in the knees every time you saw him.

Currently his back was on display for you as he laid on his stomach, his hands resting beneath his forehead acting as a pillow, you admired the way the sunlight illuminated his skin and you could see the muscles subtly shift under that skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.

Watching him, you became aware of just how hot the sun had gotten in the hour or so the three of you had been lounging out there, waiting for Remus to finish up his prefect duties so that the four of you could go cool off in the water together.

“We should wake him up, Siri,�� You voiced, lifting yourself slightly from his lap in attempts to wake up James but quickly strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down to the spot between his muscled thighs.

“Oh come on baby, you don’t wanna do that, you know how grumpy the baby gets when you wake him up from a nap,” He murmured this mockingly into your neck, hoping that the boy he spoke of wouldn’t be able to hear him but as James let out a disgruntled groan and began to fidget you knew he was waking up.

Ignoring Sirius’ snarky remark, you leaned forward once more, this time Sirius’ hands just keeping a steady hold on your hips while making no effort to pull you back.

“Hey baby,” You crooned, supporting your weight on one hand pressed firmly to the ground while the other moved to bury itself deep in James’ locks, scratching with your nails the way you know he liked on his scalp, smiling at the content grunt the boy let out at your ministrations.

Gazing down at him you let your eyes scan his back once more, frowning as you noticed the slight pink tinge beginning to taint his skin, a precursor to what could be a wicked sunburn if not properly prevented. Letting your hand slip from his scalp you ran it down his neck and down his back, he was warmer than he should’ve been, it wasn’t just ‘laying in the sun’ kinda warm it was ‘beginning to fry’ kinda hot.

“Jamie,” You muttered again, louder this time so that you might be able to get more of his attention, “Jamie, wake up.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed, turning onto his side so that he was facing you, eyes slowly blinking open, squinting as they were flooded with the harsh light of the warm sun. He scooched himself so that he was still lying on his side but so that his head was resting against the hard planes of Sirius’ thigh, nuzzling into the soft skin half covered by his swim shorts which stopped at his mid thigh.

“You’re starting to get sunburned Jamie, can’t have our pretty boy getting hurt,” You explained to him the reason for your disturbance, returning your hand to his hair as he inched up the material of Sirius’ shorts to press kisses to his leg.

You felt Sirius shiver from behind you at the contact of James’ pretty lips on some of his most sensitive skin and you found his hand, interlacing your fingers to give him a squeeze.

“But the sun feels good,” James countered between kisses pressed to Sirius’ leg, not going higher or lower, just dancing around the circumference, tracing where the bottom of the shorts would usually sit.

“I know it does,” You agreed, gazing down at one of your three beautiful boys, “But how about you lay on your back for a little bit, let your tummy get some sun and then we’ll put on more sunscreen and hopefully by that time we’re done Rem will be done and we can go in the water.”

“Hmph,” James looked up at you, he was positioned in such a way that sunlight danced through his hazel irises, making him appear even more ethereal than usual, his tan skin glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was the picture of effortless beauty.

It was unfair how easily the boy tanned, it was something Sirius in particular was envious of but as he positioned himself so that his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?”

“Breathtaking,” You nodded, only breaking your eyes away from James’ face when his eyes flitted back down to the thigh he used as a pillow, resuming his dusting of feather light kisses. “Just as breathtaking as you are,” Twisting your neck you were nose to nose with Sirius, pale skin stretched across his angular features shimmered beautifully in the sun, like someone had dusted glitter along his skin in his sleep making him look almost god like.

Your eyes flickered from his unnaturally ruby red lips to his grey eyes where you noticed a smear of black makeup beginning at the corner of his eye. You lifted your hand to your mouth, licking the pad of your thumb, before extending out from the corner of the boy’s eye where his eyeliner from earlier was smudged against his porcelain skin.

Allowing his eyes to flutter closed Sirius leaned into your touch and you felt your heart swell, there had been a point during your relationship with the three men where you reaching for his face would’ve caused him to flinch and back away, and even if your hand had somehow managed to make it to his face he would’ve sat there awkwardly and rigid until you pulled away.

But this comfort was a demonstration of the trust that had formed, not just between the two of you but all four of you, even if one member was absent at the moment.

“There we go,” You murmured, pulling your hand back to your lap, though Sirius followed it, not wanting to break contact with you until the las possible second.

“Better now?”

“Much.”

Casting your gaze back down at the near comatose form of one of your other boyfriends you frowned as James had still yet to shift so that his back wasn’t exposed to the sun.

Though Sirius pretended not to care as much as you he too noticed the pinkish tint James’ skin was starting to take on. Resting one of his hands, stronger than yours, on James' face he began rubbing small circles on his cheek, occasionally running his fingers through the other boy’s hair to keep it out of his way.

“She’s right Jamesie,” His low baritone sounded, “Don’t need you with a sunburn so roll over for us, can put your head right back in my lap, just want you to be okay.”

“But m’comfy,” The other boy protested into Sirius’ thigh, saliva spilling out onto the hard canvas of muscle.

Knowing that if James wasn’t going to listen to you or Sirius there was one person whose opinion would matter you spoke, “Can’t have Remmy worrying about you Jamie,” You implored gently, “We’re out here to help him relax,”

You were right, with the full moon in a matter of days Remus had been high strung, constantly fidgeting, lost in his head, spacing out during class while also hyper fixating on the most minute of details. The boy was a tightly wound mess and desperately just needed a relaxing afternoon with his three favorite people.

If he even had an inkling that one of you was anything other than completely fine he would focus all of his energy in on that, forgetting the real reason you were supposed to be out there together.

It was those words that seemed to reach James and had him turning over onto his back so that the back of his head was now cradled in his hands which were interlocked and resting upon Sirius’ thigh, his strong, muscled legs kicked out underneath him, his ankles crossed.

You allowed your eyes to run up and down James’ impressive form, thighs just as beautiful, but more defined that Sirius’ but hidden behind a pair of coral swim trunks. His abs were without a doubt the most defined out of all four of you, like his thighs this part of his physique could be attributed to countless hours on the Quidditch pitch, training him and his team ruthlessly, pushing every physical boundary. It had obviously paid off as the strong muscles of his biceps and triceps flexed as he had his arms positioned to prop his head up.

Flicking your glance behind you you noticed that Sirius was appreciating the view just as much as you were, and who could really blame you? James was gorgeous, and he was all yours just as the stunnig boy behind you was.

Once again pushing yourself out of Sirius’ lap you used your hands to stabilize your body on the ground, your palms pressed flat against the soft material of the towel that was laid out underneath you so that your face was mere inches above James. You didn’t even bother waiting for him to close his eyes before you were melding your lips with his, closing your eyes in contentment as you felt his lips fall open for yours, his tongue peeking out to trace your soft cushions.

Reaching a hand up to cup your jaw James used it to pull your face down closer towards his. You released a muffled “umph” as you were forced to drop from your hands to your forearms to support yourself comfortably and James gently took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently as he deepened the kiss.

Before you could reciprocate, matching his passion, there were another pair of strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you away from James’ lips and out of Sirius’ lap.

You let out a high pitched shriek at the sudden, unexpected motion and with what appeared to be minimal effort the hold on you shifted from your waist to supporting you under the bend of your knees and the small of your back.

Not being alarmed as the deep laughter that erupted from the figure was not only familiar but reassuring, you rested your head against Remus’ chest, having recognized him instantly. Inhaling deeply the scent of the thin t-shirt he’d thrown on before making his way down to the lake after finishing his prefect duties you knew that it was no doubt either Sirius’ or James’ as the three boys rarely ever wore their own shirts, always preferring each other’s.

“Hi Rem,” You smiled, gazing up at his visage from your place in his arms, you squinted because his head was positioned directly in front of the sun, making it look like there was a brilliant halo glowing around him.

“Hi baby, I missed you,” He cooed down at you, pressing a sweet and simple peck to your puckered lips before rising back up to his full height, still cradling you in his arms.

“You can put me down now Remmy,” You giggled, not satisfied with the brief kiss he’d given you, you clasped his jaw similarly to the way James had yours to bring his lips back down to yours.

But once again, much to your chagrin, he kept the kiss short, no matter the firm hand you kept on his jaw, perhaps even shorter than the last once before pulling away and setting you down softly on the ground, taking great care to ensure you were balanced before letting go of his hold on you.

“Neither of those were real kisses,” You complained, resting your hand against his chest, your head at a near ninety degree angle to look up at the male who towered over you.

“No?” He asked teasingly.

Rising to the bait you answered, “No.”

“Don’t whine baby,” Sirius chimed in from where he laid, still lounging upon the ground, “Remmy’s had a very exhausting day (Y/N), can’t blame him if his kissing isn’t what it usually is.”

Pushing himself up off the ground Sirius sauntered over to where you and Rem stood, making a show as he carelessly flinging his arms around Remus’ neck.

“Now come on Remus,” He ordered with a false arrogance, “Carry me to the water!” Letting his head fall back dramatically he stood there expectantly but was met only with Remus’ light laughter as he ducked out from under the smaller boy’s arms.

“I don’t think so Pads,” Remus said as pulled off his shirt, you grinned at the seemingly unimportant action but just as Sirius trusting you to touch him made your heart soar so did this. Remus proudly and carelessly displaying all of the beautiful scars that decorated his chest made you so proud of the progress the four of you had all made together.

“Get Jamie to carry you,” Once again lifting you into his arms Remus pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Already got my arms full.”

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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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MUTUAL ATTRACTION| S.B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Plus Size Fem!Reader

Word count: 2800 words.

Warnings: Bullying, negative body image, negative comments about body, mentions overweight/plus size reader being bullied, degrading nickname for reader

Summary: Reader doesn't believe that Sirius Black truly likes her, thinking that his interest in her is part of some joke to embarrass her for being a plus sized girl. Sirius finds out why she feels this way and attempts to convince her otherwise.

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent, so feel free to scroll past it if it's not for you. Mxx.

“Shove off, Sirius,” Y/n mumbles, the words meeting the ears of a rather confused Sirius Black as he treads out of the classroom behind her. He scoffs lightly as he falls into step next to her.

“Why are you always so mean to me, love?” He muses with a light tone, lightly brushing her shoulder with his own. “Truly, if you continue on like this, I may just think that you don’t like me and give up,” He notes, earning a side glare from her as the pair slip past some first years rushing towards the class they just exited.

“How close are we to that happening?” She questions quickly, pausing briefly at a pileup by the stairs. “Just a general timeframe for the sake of my sanity?”

“I think I could hold out a bit longer,” He confirms, and she shakes her head with a soft sigh.

“You’re that committed to this ploy?” She asks him softly, the crowd starting to move again as a professor guides students into the right directions.

“What ploy?” Sirius asks, brow raised as he stares down at the girl.

“This ploy,” Y/n explains, gripping her books in her one arm as she gestures between her and Sirius. “Convincing me that the great Hogwarts player has somehow decided to court me,” She further explains, rolling her eyes at the boy who holds a confused stare. “I’ve been at this school for six years, Sirius. I’ve outlived all of the pranks, all of the bullying and all of the weight jokes, even this one specifically. And though, to be honest, you’ve held up much longer than the other bastards at this school, it still won’t work.”

“There seems to be a rather large miscommunication happening here, love,” Sirius defends, just barely catching a glance of Y/n’s glare before she starts walking away. ‘I’m not trying to prank you, Y/n. There is no ploy,” He announces as he starts following her. She scoffs. “I like you, is that honestly so hard to believe?” He questions carefully, a hand delicately gripping her elbow to keep her from stepping into her next class. She extends a shy glance at the gentle gesture before carefully pulling away.

“Yes,” She notes plainly, not even sparing Sirius the briefest look before disappearing into the steady stream of students heading to potions.

Sirius lingered for a mere moment before walking to the Gryffindor common room in a haze, shutting the door behind him in a rush as he waited to be acknowledged by James and Remus, currently studying for their DADA quiz.

“She doesn’t like me,” Sirius announces as he falls onto his bed, his friends looking up from their work as he does.

“Who?” James questions, shoving his textbook to the side at the newfound excuse from studying.

“Y/n,” Sirius clarifies and lifts his head to look at his dark-haired friend. “I don’t get it, I’ve been a complete gentleman,” He notes and both James and Remus scoff playfully, locking eyes to share a knowing look. “What was that?” He asks, lifting himself to lean back against his headboard. “What was that look?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Remus answers, also sliding his textbook close, folding his arms over his chest.

“I think what Remus means to say, is that you are the furthest thing from a gentleman poor Y/n will find,” James offers with a sly smirk and Remus looks down to hide a small smirk tugging at his lips as well.

“I’m offended,” Sirius muses with furrowed brows. “Utterly scarred by your insinuation,” He adds with mock hurt and shakes his head when the boys laugh in reply. “Besides, it’s not my adventures with the girls that worries her, I think it’s my adventures with you bunch that’s making her question me.”

“I don’t blame her.” Remus says as he refocuses his attention on his books. “We aren’t exactly the posterchildren for antibullying.”

“Why does that matter?” James asks before Sirius could and Remus sighs, lifting his gaze once again to explain.

“You’ve been practically stalking this girl for a month now and you’re telling me you haven’t noticed how she steers clear of Lucius Malfoy and his friends,” Remus shakes his head. “He has been bothering her for years.”

“That bastard,” Sirius mumbles and drags a hand through his hair. “Why?”

“Well take your pick, she’s a Hufflepuff and a muggleborn and as of lately, he’s been enjoying pointing out that she’s a plus size girl in a sea of smaller girls.” Remus explains which earns a slow nod from James who is now realizing how obvious Y/n’s misfortune has been.

“Wait, you’ve noticed this too?” Sirius asks with a pointed glare at James. “Why haven’t anyone said something to me?”

“Hey, it’s not our fault you’re this oblivious.” James points out and Remus nods slightly.

“Well, bloody hell, I don’t blame her either,” Sirius sighs softly, sinking back onto the bed again. “She probably thinks that I’m just another asshole taking a turn to make her life horrible.”

“Well, do you really like her?” Remus asks to which Sirius nods quickly, hair falling around his head as he moves against the bed. “Then prove her wrong.”

With Remus’ words echoing in his head, Sirius makes his way to the class he left Y/n at, a slight skip in his step due to his newfound knowledge and his plan to not only prove his intentions are pure, but to put an end to her struggle.

“Watch out,” A voice whispers behind him and he pauses, looking back to see his friends stumbling after him.

“What are you doing?” Sirius questions, pulling a hand through his hair as the boys still in front of him.

“Helping,” James explains, patting the raven-haired boy on his shoulder as Remus joins him in leading Sirius on his mission.

Y/n was unaware of the three boys heading towards her current classroom, she was however very much aware of the blonde boy that was in the same class with her at the very moment. Lucius whispered something to the boy at his side, his eyes never leaving hers as a soft laugh echoed from the group surrounding him. He musters a sly smirk as he moves to wave at her slowly. Y/n looks down at her textbook, hand shaking slightly as she adds another ingredient into her cauldron, stepping back just in case an unexpected reaction follows.

“Are you okay?” Lily Evans asks from her side. Y/n tilts her head when she hears the sincere question coming from a girl that may as well be a stranger. She nods slowly.

“I’m fine,” She replies too quickly, Lily stepping closer towards her just as another fit of laughter echoes from Lucius’ side of the classroom, a slight frown tilts into Lily’s lips as she watches the scene unfold, Y/n seeming to grow more anxious as Professor Slughorn announces the end of the class.

“Do you want me to walk out with you?” She asks, settling a hand on Y/n’s shoulder causing her to tense under her touch. Y/n frowns, closing her textbook as she turns to Lily.

“I’m fine,” Y/n repeats her earlier statement, managing a small smile before walking to the door and out of the class in a hurry, her books tightly pressed against her chest as she hears a group of determined footsteps following her, not even noticing the curious gaze of Sirius Black as she passes him in a rush. She pauses for a mere second to consider her route before turning the corner that leads her to the Hufflepuff common room, knowing that even if Lucius does catch up with her, he won’t be able to follow her inside.

“Y/n…” Lucius muses, his mocking tone slicing at her nerves as the hall around her starts to clear, her pace picking up as her heart beats in her throat.

“Where are you going, Piggy.” Another voice chimes in, laughs filling the air as a result of the comment. Y/n tightens her grip on her books and takes in a shaky breath, considering hiding in a cupboard or classroom, trying her luck in finding the room of requirements, but a sharp hand pulling her back empties her head of plans and thoughts, panic shivering though her body as her books drop to the ground in a loud thud.

“He asked you a question,” Lucius notes as he breathes into her neck, pulling her hands behind her back to keep her from running. “Answer him,” Lucius demands, not needing to raise his voice, the closeness of his body against hers fulfilling his flare for fear.

“To the common room,” Y/n admits, voice controlled as she looks at the ground, slightly struggling against his hold.

“Trying to skip out on our daily meetings?” One of his friends ask and Lucius smiles against her ear.

“Pity,” Is all he says as he loosens his grip, throwing her to the ground next to her books where she shuffles back towards the wall, desperately looking around for an escape, the boys making sure to surround her in a way that she couldn’t identify a single one. Lucius removes his wand from his robe, smiling as he points it directly as her, eyes dark as he considers which spell to begin with.

“Step away from her,” A voice commands and Y/n’s eyes shoot up, meeting the beautiful pair of brown ones first before she carefully rakes her gaze over the other two boys standing next to him, wands in their hands. “Now!” Sirius adds coldly the sharp shout filling the entire atmosphere. Y/n flinches at the guttural laugh dripping from Lucius lips. He looks from the girl on the floor to the boys in front of him and grins.

“How sweet,” He notes, bending down slowly where he reaches forward and settles a strong hold on Y/n’s chin, forcing her to keep still as his fingers pinch into her skin. “Defending her honour,” He laughs again. “You’re a few years too late, Black.”

“I know,” Sirius admits, voice forced as he tries to control himself. “But you’re done,” He steps forwards, paying no mind to Lucius’ friends turning to point their wands at him instead. “You’re done hurting her and scaring her, you’re done trying to dim that light,” He pauses briefly as he stills but inches from Lucius’ face, his eyes meeting with Y/n’s for a second as he shakes his head at the soft tears that roll down her cheeks before looking at Lucius. “I will not leave her side, not for a second.”

“But if he does, she’ll have us,” Remus declares from behind him and James nods in agreement. “And Lily and Peter and Marlene and every other person that we know will have her back.” He adds and steps closer to Y/n as well, James moving with him as they shove past Lucius’ friends and still next to Sirius.

“Get her,” James instructs, and Lucius moves aside, grinning still as he mockingly lifts his hands in surrender, his friends doing the same. Sirius wastes no time as he moves towards her, hands carefully latching onto her shoulders as he gently guides her to her feet, removing one hand to gather her books. Y/n avoids the boy’s gaze, numbly wiping at her cheeks to remove evidence of briefly cascading tears as she stumbles slightly.

“Go,” Sirius demands calmly, hands sliding down to the small of Y/n’s back as he faces Lucius, his cold tone earning a surprised reaction from everyone. “And spread the word too, Y/n is under the protection of the marauders, if you cross her, you cross us,” He notes simply, Lucius’ friends nodding quickly before collecting themselves and scurrying away. Only Lucius pauses as he extends another sly smile towards the girl in question.

“Very well,” He comments lightly and shrugs. “I’ll see you around, little Piggy,” He offers with a wink before walking away, Y/n’s hands nimbly grabbing hold of Sirius’ arm to keep him from going after him.

“Are you okay?” Remus questions when he meets the girl’s gaze, she nods slowly in reply.

“You guys didn’t have to do that,” She notes, reluctantly stepping away from Sirius and taking her books from his hold. She shakes her head. “I appreciate it, I truly do. But all you’ve done is shift his attention and tactics to you,” She explains and the boys nod, small smiles tugging at their lips as they look at Sirius who hasn’t removes his gaze from her for even a second.

“We know,” James confirms and shrugs. “But you’re important to him, which makes you important to us,” The dark-haired boy states plainly before tapping Remus’ shoulder, silently inviting him to leave.

“Thank you,” Y/n almost whispers, loud enough for the boys to hear though as they leave her and Sirius with kind smiles and gentle shrugs.

“I didn’t know,” Sirius informs her not missing a beat. “I’m an idiot for not noticing, but I swear I didn’t know.”

“I know,” She sighs, shyly looking down to her feet as his gaze intensifies on her face. “I also know that you’re not like Lucius Malfoy, despite your questionable activities with those friends of yours.”

“I wish I could’ve put a stop to it sooner,”

“It wasn’t your place to do so,” She notes and then shakes her head when she realizes how forward it sounded. “I meant that I could’ve done it myself. I know the spells and to be honest if that didn’t work, I could have just sat on the boy,” She jokes lightly, expecting Sirius to smile only to be met with a rather misplaced frown.

“You thought you deserved it?” He asks after a lingering second and she nods. “It that why you refuse to believe that I truly like you?” She nods again, slower this time, eyes back on the floor as an embarrassed tint of rose meets her cheeks.

“I don’t like myself very much, Sirius Black and I’d be damned if I tried to pretend that anyone could like any part of me when I can’t even do so myself,” She moves her hands to fiddle with the corners of her books. “There’s a lot not to like, is all, and I mean that literally,” She gestures to her body. “There’s a lot,” Sirius scoffs, tilting his heads as he looks down at the girl in front of him, quite unused to this level of honestly.

“You are a phenomenal girl, Y/n,” He notes honestly and moves a hand to her arm, fingers sliding down over her robe to intertwine with hers. “I can’t possibly explain to you what I see when I look at you, but you clearly need some enlightenment," He smiles softly. "I see the dimple on your right cheek when you laugh at Dumbledore’s comments, I see those worn-out band shirts that you wear when you’re studying in the library after everyone has left, I see that little twinkle in your eyes when someone asks you for help with their work, I see how excited you get when they have croissants at breakfast and I see how fragile you look when you’re staring up at the candles in the dining hall alone. I see you, more than you see yourself maybe, but I have yet to see a single thing that hasn’t made me completely and utterly mad about you, Y/n.” Sirius' voice is almost a whisper, his adoring tone causing a bashful smile to sink into the girl’s lips as he waits for her eyes to meet his.

“You like me,” She notes softly, more to herself than to him as she looks down to where his thumb is moving rhythmically across her hand, the movement causing shivers to tickle through her body.

“I like you,” Sirius clarifies, other hand lifting to the crook of her neck, delicately shifting the hair away from his fingers to caress her skin, keeping her in place so she doesn’t look away again. “And I’ll like you enough for the both of us for now, but I will not let another day pass without reminding you just how relentlessly extraordinary I find your very existence,” She smiles, nodding almost mindlessly as she steps forward, not quite ready to kiss the boy just yet, but yearning for the softest touch as leans into him, her books against his chest as his hands remain where there are, only shifting to be sure she’s comfortable against him. She smiles into his shirt, allowing the sweet sensation to consume her when he places a delicate kiss to the top of her head.

“I like you too, Sirius Black,” She announces carefully, tugging numbly on the hand that is folded around hers. “I like you too.”

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moonyswolfie · 3 years

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Full Moon

Hello, tumblr. Long time, no see. I took a well needed break from writing, but now I am hopefully back in the game and I am starting with a Remus fluff.

I hope you enjoy and my requests are, as per usual, open.

Remus Lupin x Reader

Trigger Warnings: cuts and bruises after the full moon, other than that none I think.

The clock showed 5:30 AM when the door creaked open and woke you from your slumber. You jumped awake and got up from your boyfriend’s bed in an instant, helping James and Sirius to gently lay a half unconscious Remus Lupin on it, mindful of the pain he is in.

Fresh cuts and bruises cover his skin and break your heart piece by piece as you inspect each and every one. You hated that he had to go through this every month and you couldn’t do a darn thing about it.

Sighing softly, you move to his nightstand and grab the bowl of warm water and the cloth you prepared earlier, and sat carefully on the bed next to him, taking in his tired features and the dark circles under his eyes.

It’s been a rough moon by the looks of it.

“Hello, my love” he mumbles with the brightest smile he could manage and your heart skipped a beat. Even in pain, your lover refused to worry you.

You return his smile and move closer to him, settling the bowl in your lap as to not drop it by accident.

“Hello, my darling” your left hand cups his face as softly as possible, lifting and turning it to get a better look at the nasty cut on the underside of his jaw.

He winces for a moment, but obeys and leans in your touch. He hates worrying you so much. If he could, he would hide every wound he gets, but you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. So he lets you work, a faint smile lifting the corners of his lips at your gentleness. He’s still awed by the love and care you show him every second. He’s still unsure he deserves it…

You move the cloth over the injury, cleaning the dried blood and dirt and extend a hand for the essence of Dittany, placed on his nightstand. He chuckles fondly at your blind attempts to reach it and turns slightly, getting it for you.

A blush spreads rapidly over your cheeks and you move to take it, but he catches your hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it, your blush now redder than his curtains.

“Thank you, my sweet love, but you should rest now, s’been a long night” you whisper with the gentlest smile on your face, but Remus shakes his head; he didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to watch you work, hold you, kiss you, feel you close to him after hours of pain.

“M’not tired” he mumbles, but the yawn that follows says otherwise.

You shake your head fondly, an amused smile lifting the corners of your lips now and your boyfriend blushes faintly.

“Well, not too tired more like” he adds sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You cover each scratch and bruise with the healing essence, watching the mildest of them close and turn to faint scars and speeding the process as much as you could without hurting him. By the time you were done, Remus was already nodding off, against his wishes to stay awake, bathed in the first rays of the morning sun.

The sight took your breath away and you take him in, capping the potion with clumsy fingers. Tousled chestnut hair, a face so beautiful it would make painters cry trying to capture it perfectly onto their canvas, all lines and angles…even tired, he was the most beautiful man you’ve seen.

The corners of Remus’ soft lips raise along with his left brow, opening one eye to peek at you, gesture that has your cheeks flaming up again. You look down and put the Dittany away as your lover’s smile turned to a slight smirk.

“I can feel your eyes on me, my love. Am I all that pretty to look at?” he asks smug, yet there was a hint of shyness in the pink dusting the apples of his cheeks.

You nod with a sweet smile, before an idea comes to mind. You bite your lip seductively and look him up and down through your lashes, humming pleased when your eyes land on his beautiful emerald ones again. This time his cheeks are a deeper shade of pink.

“You’re not just pretty, my sweetest one, you are breathtaking. I’m still wondering, every single day, how come I’m so lucky to get to love you” you finish with the most loving expression on your face.

Remus is melted hearing your words and moves to sit up, ignoring your protests and wincing just a tad. His smile though, it is radiant. Pain be damned, his girl matters more.

He cups your cheeks so gently, you thought you could cry, and brings you closer to him. You lean in his touch and, to make it easier for him, move to straddle his thighs, but keep your weight on your knees, refusing to put even an ounce of pressure on him. You couldn’t forgive yourself if you hurt him, even by mere accident.

When you are close enough for his liking, he smiles cheeky and pecks your nose, watching the blush paint your cheeks his favorite color as you scrunch your nose adorably. His heart nearly bursts with all the love he has for you stored in it.

“Cuddles?” he whispers so soft that you are convinced you wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t so close.

You bite your lip in thought, watching his charming smile turn into a cute little pout. Of course you want to stay with him and snuggle, if it were after you, you’d never leave again. But he is hurt right now, and staying could do more damage than good.

He seems to read the worry in your eyes, for he smiles gently and caresses your cheeks with his thumbs in a reassuring gesture.

“My love, what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” he asks softly, watching you through his lashes, blinking slow.

You sigh and give him a tired smile in return.

“Of course I want to stay, my love. But I’m worried I’ll hurt you more if I do. I move a lot in my sleep and I don’t want to open any cuts or press on any bruise…”

His smile doesn’t falter for a second before bringing you into the sweetest kiss he ever gave you. His lips move slow on yours, a tired kiss, but overflowing with all the love he has for you. You kiss him back sweet and gentle, your hands enveloping his on your face and squeezing them gently.

You feel him smile in the kiss and deepen it, the passion growing by the second. It was a painful effort to pull away for air, but when you do, the both of you panting messes, Remus leans his forehead on yours, eyes closed and sighing content.

“My darling love, you could never hurt me, never. I know that in my heart and with every fibre of my body. I know I can trust you, I know I can leave myself in your hands and that I will be safe. So” he lifts your face gently so he could meet your eyes “I also know that I can sleep and cuddle the love of my life and she won’t hurt me, not one bit” he smiles soft and holds your gaze, assuring you that he means it.

You take a moment, processing and turning his words on every angle possible until you are satisfied. He trusts you won’t hurt him. He is sure you won’t. And so should you be.

You nod, and his face breaks into the biggest smile he put on tonight.

“Yes, my love, I will stay with you and cuddle. But” you add before he can say anything else “I have one condition” you wait for his nod to continue “I don’t care if I’m sleeping or what I’m doing. If I hurt you, you tell me right away. I don’t care if you wake me up to do it, you do. Please” you bite your lip and add softer “please, to ease my mind?”

His arms move and wrap around your waist, bringing you closer. You maintain your weight on your knees and place your hands on his chest, watching his eyes as he makes his decision.

“I promise you, my love” he says finally and you let out a relieved breath, smiling.

“Thank you, Remus” you mumble leaning down and pecking his lips.

He smiles on your lips and hums “no need to thank me, Y/N.”

Returning his smile, you move and lay down next to your boyfriend, carefully snuggling into his side and draping an arm around his torso, bringing him as close as you thought wise. He sighs content and holds you tight, sleep taking over the both of you in seconds.

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amphxtrite · 3 years

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neville longbottom x fem!reader

warnings: drama, sad neville, swearing, unwanted touching, everyone’s around the same year in this fic, so the twins, cedric and everyone are all still at hogwarts.

summary: it was love at first sight for you and neville, and as the years go on, your feelings grow stronger. The jealousy of unrequited love pushes you apart, but nothing will stop you from holding on.

a/n: thank you to @cxcainedaisies for the request and script to write from!! Hope your like it, I tried to follow it to the best of my abilities!

flashback in italic

word count: 5.8k

hope you enjoy <3

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“Welcome first years, to your first herbology class!” A kind voice exclaims from the front of the room. Your eyes widen as you glance around the large greenhouse, you mouth wide in awe.

“My name is professor Sprout, I’ll be your teacher of all things to do with magical plants.”

Your attention is pulled away from the front of the class to see a boy bursting into the greenhouse, face as red as his tie and taking deep breaths.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late Professor, it won’t happen again.” The boy pants, scampering to the only spot open, next to you.

“It’s alright, it’s your first day I understand.” Sprout smiles, returning to beginning her lecture.

Your attention turns from the professor to a speck on the boy beside you, and turning your head, you realize a small leaf has made itself at home in his brown hair.

You giggle lightly before pulling the leaf off of his head, in turn having him turn around at the feeling of your fingers on his head.

“There was a leaf.” You smile, lifting it up in your palm and showing him.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up to see his face tinted a soft pink, much different from the red moments ago.

“Well aren’t you gonna take it, it’s special!” You state, picking up the boy’s hand from his side and pressing it into his hand.

“T-Thank you.” He stumbles, nodding to you as he grips the leaf gently in his palm, careful not to crumple the delicate greenery.

“I’m y/n by the way, it’s nice to meet you.”

Neville glanced nervously at your extended hand, but took it anyways into his own, shaking it gently. “I-I’m Neville, nice to meet you too.”

Crushes never came easy for the gryffindor, being rather timid and unable to talk to most people made it hard for him to find someone he could fancy, but here you come picking a leaf out of his hair and sending him into a panicked mess at the mere sight of you.

You smiled, his hand was warm like a perfect summer day.

“Well Neville, I think we’re going to be great friends!”

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You smile as the memory replays in your head for what seemed like the tenth time today as you walk alongside your father, and he’s quick to catch it.

“Someone’s in a pleasant mood today.” He chuckles, nudging you gently with his shoulder as you walk around the big school.

“How can I not? I’m finally in seventh year.” You sigh, glancing up at him and smiling.

“I suppose, but I think there’s something else little Lupin.” He suggests, cocking an eyebrow and looking at you knowingly.

“W-What makes you say that?” You try to lie, stumbling slightly as your father chuckles.

“It’s the same look I had when I thought about Sirius darling, just thought there might be someone on your mind.” Remus smiles with a soft sigh.

“Well… You’re not wrong.” You confess, wringing your fingers as your father pauses and faces you.

“Is it that best friend of yours? Cedric, I recall?” Remus questions, smile growing. You shake your head.

“Then Harry perhaps, he’s rather nice.” He tries again, resulting in a ‘nope’ with a popped ‘p.’

“Then… Frank and Alice’s boy? I see you and him walking in the halls sometimes.

Your silence was all he needed to hear as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water searching for something to say. The gryffindor had stolen your heart.

Remus chuckles.

“He’s a nice boy darling, you don’t have to say anything.” He reassures.

“How could you tell?” You question softly, rather curious.

Remus smiles and sighs, “you look at him the same way I looked at Sirius when we were your age, truth be told I always knew it was him you fancy, just threw in the other boys for fun.” You father jokes, chuckling softly.

You smile gratefully as a familiar boy in a yellow tie runs towards you.

“There you are y/n, could you help me out with some of the new students? Bunch of trouble we got this year.” Cedric sighs, panting lightly as you nod and he takes your hand.

“Sorry for the interruption Professor Lupin, see you in class!” Cedric calls, tugging on your arm for you to follow him.

Your father simply waves as he watches you bound down the hallways towards a group of small children, furrowing his eyebrows as he watches Cedric’s arm tug you closer to him and his face heat up as you laugh. “Oh dear.” He sighs, pursing his lips.

“Alright! Boys to the left, girls to the right. We’ll see you all at breakfast tomorrow.” You exclaim as the new hufflepuffs file themselves down their respective staircase and chatter amongst themselves. You notice one pause for a moment in front of a staircase and hesitantly look around.

“Go on, there’s nothing to worry about.” You murmur to them giving a light push as they set their foot on the staircase and smile joyfully as they begin sprinting up the steps.

“You were amazing, you know.” Cedric chuckles, collapsing into one of the yellow couches and sighing softly.

“Thanks Ced, you were right, we’ve got an energetic bunch this year.” You laugh, sitting beside him.

“Think you’re bein’ too nice on them y/n, I swear a kid almost bit me.”

The two of you erupt into laughter and begin talking about your summer. You’re about half-way through talking about your trip to France when Cedric’s gaze begins fluttering down to your lips and your sentence drops.

“I-Is there something on my face?” You ask, reaching your hand up to wipe your mouth.

“No, just thinking bout something.” Cedric chuckles scooting closer to you and smirking.

“O-Oh, really?” You ask, backing away a little as you swallow uncomfortably.

“Yeah, and I’ve given it a lot of thought.” He continues, leaning towards you.

“I really--”

“I’ve got to get to bed Cedric, it’s getting late and I have potions first thing in the morning I should go.” You rush, picking yourself off the couch and hurrying towards the girl’s common room.

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow darling!” Cedric calls.

‘Darling’ you get a sick feeling to your stomach as you round the corner to your dorm room and drop onto your bed. Why did it have to be darling?

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“Neville! Are you even listening to me?” Ginny asks, waving her hand in front of the brunette as Luna giggles softly at the gryffindor’s glazed eyes.

Neville’s eyes snap down from a spot not too far away and focus again on the redhead in front of him.

“S-Sorry Ginny, I— got distracted…” Neville sighs, looking back down at his books in front of him, and finding his spot again.

“That’s the third time in the past hour Neville, what are you looking at?” Ginny sigh, craning her neck up and around in the direction her friend was looking.

“Wait! Gin don’t.” Neville groans as Ginny’s eyes find you sitting at a table by the window.

“Are you and y/n alright?” Ginny asks, gaze drifting from you to the textbook in front of you, to the hufflepuff beside you. “Oh…”

Neville sighs and hides his heads in his arms as Ginny glances back at him.

“It’s Diggory isn’t it?” Ginny sighs, rolling her eyes and looking back at Neville. “Maybe?”

“That boy never leaves her alone.” Luna sighs, turning the page in her book.

“She probably likes him anyways.” Neville shrugs, fiddling the page of his novel between his fingers.

“Please. If you ask me, she looks miserable.” Ginny jokes, nudging Neville in the side with her elbow.

Neville only rolls his eyes in return, letting out another soft sigh as he watches Cedric inch closer to you.

“Just wish I could talk to her.”

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Cedric’s fingers run through the strands of your thick hair and down your cheeks as your eyes train down at the textbook below you.

“Ced I-I’m really trying to focus right now, would you mind cutting it out?” You ask, pushing his fingers away gently.

“Come on love, I’m just playing with your hair.” Cedric smirks, leaning closer to you and raising his eyebrow.

Your lips purse uncomfortably and you shift in your spot. “Very funny Ced.”

“What am I distracting you?” Cedric teases.

You sigh to yourself as you push back the urge to tell Cedric to stop. You refocus on your homework and Cedric smirks, taking your silence as a good sign.

“You know, a lot of the first years look up to you.” Cedric smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Uh huh.” You nod, scanning your eyes down your textbook again.

“And. They see me as a role model too.” The brunette chuckles, shutting the textbook and pushing it away. You groan in annoyance.

“Where are you going with this Cedric?”

Cedric chuckles and glances from side to side, almost nervously.

“What would you say if I were to ask you to be my girlfriend?” He rushes out.

Your jaw clenches as your eyes scan Cedric’s face.

Bloody hell.

The pink hue dusting your best friend’s cheeks and the hopeful gaze he held had your heart dropping to your stomach and your heart racing.

“C-Cedric. You’ve been my best friend for years…” You laugh nervously, glancing around the library in an attempt to avoid Cedric’s gaze, only to lock eyes with a pair of sad bright eyes. Neville.

Your lips part into a soft ‘o’ as your eyes lock, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. For a moment you felt different. When you looked into Cedric’s eyes, a feeling more similar to dread, or maybe even fear swam through your gut. You were afraid to be confronted about his feelings for you. Scared to lose a friend or be too afraid to turn him down.

But the eyes you found across the library made you feel safe, warm. As though everything was going to be alright. Your eyes leave his and travel downwards, he’s clenching his fist, his lips are pulled into a frown and by the looks of it he isn’t listening to Ginny who is sitting next to him, lips moving but with no reaction from the gryffindor next to her.

Nervously, you send a smile in Neville’s direction and the stress in his eyebrows disappears. He shyly smiles back and offers you a small nod, you can feel your cheeks light up as Cedric moves his head so you are face to face with him again.

Your blush hasn’t faded, and there must have been a dopey grin on your face because when Cedric’s eyes met yours again, a grin flashed across his lips.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you have already stood and picked up your textbook.

“I told my dad I’d meet him today, I’ll see you later Cedric.” You nod abruptly, turning on your heel and speed walking in the other direction. Cedric’s eyebrows furrow and he mumbles a soft ‘yeah of course.’ as you leave. Your eyes don’t leave the floor as you push open the library doors and lead yourself to the defence against the dark arts classroom. Cedric’s words echo through your head. ‘Girlfriend.’ He couldn’t be serious about that, you had been best friends with him since your third year. You had never thought of him as anything more than a friend and until now you had thought he felt the same. Well, hoped was more of the right word. Cedric had always been very affectionate for just a friend, and it was really beginning to make sense why his hands would always linger on yours for just too long to be normal.

You stop at your father’s classroom, but he didn’t seem to be present at the time so instead you made a beeline for the hufflepuff common room, hopefully before Cedric got there as well.

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Cedric wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling the blushes he saw on your cheeks when the two of you were together weren’t for him, but for the longest time he had no clue who the person was that got you so flustered. Today, he followed your gaze, and he saw the way your eyes softened when you looked across the room. He saw your little smile he adored and this time he saw who it was for. Neville Longbottom was sitting across from you when your gaze drifted from his, the gryffindor had been staring at you and him, and Cedric knew it. But it wasn’t until you dropped your eyes from his gaze and met Longbottom’s instead that he realized what was going on. The awkward gryffindor boy had a crush on you, and you liked him back.

Jealousy and anger bubble in Cedric’s stomach as his eyes trained on the brunette himself.

You barely talked to Neville, not as much as you talked to him anyways. What on Earth did that prat have that he, your best friend didn’t. Cedric’s teeth grind together as his eyes bore holes into Neville’s head, until a voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

“Are you alright there mate?” A concerned voice or two, calls to the hufflepuff.

Cedric’s eyes snap up to see the Weasley twins standing over him with similar expressions on their faces.

“Yeah- I’m fine, what do you lads need?” Cedric sighs, turning to face them.

“Well we were wondering if you’d seen Y/n?” George asks.

“Yeah, we’ve been looking for her for a while and we figured you’d know.” Fred shrugs.

Cedric nods and begins to tell the twins where you’ve gone when a twisted thought pushes itself into his head. The twins were popular, and close to you, could probably get them to spread something without them even knowing it.

“I- um actually asked her out today, she’s getting ready to go out.” Cedric lies cooly, shrugging his shoulders and looking up at the twins.

A similar cross between confusion and curiosity flashed in the twin’s eyes, and they immediately looked to each other before, glancing back to Cedric.

“Oh, thanks Ced.” The twins nod, rushing off towards the library door to go looking for you as Cedric crosses his arms in front of his chest and smirks, standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder before walking off to find his friends, hoping to add more fuel to the fire.

_____

You were mere steps away from the hufflepuff common room, mind still lingering on today’s events when two voices called out for you followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer.

“Y/n! Wait a sec would ya?” The first voice, you guessed, was Fred chimes.

You barely have time to react as they skid to a ‘stop’ bumping into you abruptly and grabbing your shoulders.

“Why are you two in such a rush?”

“Is it true?” George asks, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your eyebrows furrow and Fred rolls his eyes. “What he means to say is, is it true Diggory asked you out, and you said yes?” Fred elaborates, equally intrigued.

“What?!” You cry.

“Cedric said you were getting ready for a date? Why didn’t you tell us you fancy hi-”

“Because I don’t you twat, w-when did he tell you this?” You stammer, trying to compose yourself as the twins looked to each other with guilty expressions and cringes on their faces.

“Y-You didn’t…” You pause, looking back and forth at the redhead twins.

“It’s just you and Cedric a-are really close yeah? We just thought, maybe-” Fred stutters, wringing his fingers together and looking down at his shoes.

“Please don’t tell me you told someone!” You groan, bringing your hand to your forehead.

“Cedric was already going to tell his pals, we just weren’t sure.” George sighs, hanging his head.

“W-We asked a couple of your friends if they knew anything about this. T-They didn’t know anything! In fact Ginny-”

Your blood runs cold. Ginny had been sitting with Neville in the library today, if Fred and George had gone to ask Ginny if she knew what was going on…

Your mind flies to when Cedric had his arm around your shoulder and his hand in your hair. If anyone had seen that they would believe this, you needed to find Cedric now.

“W-We’re sorry y/n! You know we love to joke with you sometimes, we didn’t know he was lying.” George sighs, pursing his lips.

“No, no. I get why you’d believe him. I-I’m gonna go find him.” You excuse yourself, running off in the direction of the library, hopefully Cedric hadn’t gone far from the library.

You run around the halls dodging students and teachers, when you reach the library, the doors are ajar but when you peak inside Cedric is nowhere to be found. Turning, you ready yourself to run in the direction of the clocktower courtyard when a wall seems to form out of nowhere.

You back up apologies spilling past your lips as you look up to see who you had bumped into.

They turn slowly and your eyes trail up a gryffindor’s robe, a small potted plant resides in his hands, slightly smudged with dirt that also resided on his cheek and on his forehead just below his brown hair.

“H-Hi Neville.” You squeak, lifting your hand in a nervous wave. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You smile, scratching the back of your neck.

Neville’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth awkwardly unsure of what to say, his eyes swivel from your face to the floor to the mimbulus mimbletonia in his hands and back at you again. “It’s okay.” He manages weakly, hoping you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest.

You smile up at the boy and lift your arm up. Gathering your sleeve onto your finger, you use the fabric to wipe the dirt from Neville’s face, brushing it off your cloak before gazing back up again.

Neville felt as though he was in first year all over again, your gorgeous eyes staring back up at him after you had picked a leaf from his head and stolen his heart.

As if it could get any worse, Neville's breath seemed to stop and his brain turned to mush. He tries to say something, anything, but the only thing that escapes is a small smile.

You notice his pause right away and take a step back again.

“I’m sorry y-you just had some dirt on your face a-and, you have a wonderful mimbulus mimbletonia by the way.” You laugh softly, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“T-Thank you, amazing plants they are, would you like to hold it?” Neville suggests.

Would you like to hold it?! Neville curses himself inwardly as he awkwardly stands holding the boil covered plant out towards you.

As if the universe hated him even more, Neville’s finger slipped and landed on the defensive plant causing dark stinksap to spew all over his hands.

“Bloody hell.” The gryffindor mumbles.

Your eyes widen and you immediately take the plant into your arm and take Neville by the stinksap-covered hand.

Without missing a beat you lead Neville to the bench beside the library and sit him down.

“Scourgify!” You chime, watching in relief as the dark green substance was cleaned from your hands.

Neville purses his lips as he watches the sap disappear from his hands, he’d done it this time, embarrassed himself to no return. Silently, he waits for you to turn away disgusted, or chuck his plant back at him, but it never comes.

Looking back up, his breath hitches at the sight of you holding the potted plant out in front of you, examining the boils and spines of the mimbulus mimbletonia, and he could almost swear he could see admiration in your gaze.

“Amazing growth Neville, I can tell you take great care of it.” You smile, finally meeting Neville’s gaze again. Your cheeks heat up as you realize Neville already staring back up at you, his bright green eyes fixated with something that resembled a mix of shock and happiness.

“Neville?” You laugh, poking him gently in the shoulder.

“I-I received it as a gift, doing my best to keep it healthy.” Neville smiles proudly.

“I can tell. Professor Sprout must be proud.” You compliment, setting the plant back in Neville’s arms.

Neville blushes bashfully at your comment and he shrugs, gaze falling to the ground.

Just as the brunette opens his mouth to compliment your work in herbology, another voice interrupts him. Hermione comes running down the halls, panting lightly as she spots you, her eyes widening.

“Y/n! Y-Y/n.” She calls, finally stopping and placing her hands on your shoulders.

“P-Please say it isn’t true, everyone- everyone keeps saying.” Hermione pauses, catching her breath. “Breathe Mione, you look exhausted how long have you been running-”

Hermione doesn’t even let you finish as she lifts her finger to interrupt.

“A bunch of hufflepuff boys a-are saying you slept with Cedric. A-And he’s not denying it.” Hermione whispers in a hushed tone, careful so no one else will hear it.

Your heart drops and your take in a deep breath. “I-I’ve got to go Nev, I’ll talk to you later!” You call to the gryffindor still sitting on the bench looking at you curiously. He nods, confused and watches you disappear down the hall with Hermione pointing you towards something. Even once you’ve disappeared, he sits back and looks up at the ceiling. Replaying every moment of your interaction in his head, smiling gleefully to himself as he clutches his plant pot slightly closer to him, as though he could feel where your fingers once were. Standing, he slowly begins walking where you left to find you.

Hermione leads you down to the clocktower courtyard, exactly where you thought Cedric might be, you’re taken aback by the amount of people gathered around the courtyard. Many hufflepuffs and even students from the other houses whispered around as you spotted Cedric and his close mates in the centre. His friends were pushing Cedric around playfully, teasing him about something you couldn't quite hear.

Cedric was smirking, rolling his eyes slightly as the crowds exchanged some ‘oohs’ you push your way through the group of students, and furrow your eyebrows as someone congratulates you jokingly and a group of girls glare at you furiously. Hermione trails behind you, throwing death glares to whoever looked in your direction.

Cedric turns his head as a commotion breaks out and spots you, his mates turn in your direction too and they begin wolf whistling and nudging Cedric in the chest.

“Cedric what’s going on here?” You demand, ignoring the group of morons trying to push your buttons. “Nothing love, the guys were just messing around.” Cedric smiles, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Stop that!” You groan, brushing him away.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me love! And darling! Ced, it’s weird.” You confess, rubbing your arm nervously and backing away.

“Why would it be weird y/n?” Cedric asks, taking a step towards you.

“B-Because I don’t-” Cedric cuts you off.

“Y/n, I know we haven’t really talked about this before…” Cedric starts, gesturing between you two and lifting his hand up. “But y/n, I want to be more than just friends, we’d be perfect together!” Cedric exclaims, pushing your thick hair behind your ear and toying with your earring.

A loud collection of gasps and ‘oohs’ fill the air again as you swallow thickly and glance around, avoiding Cedric’s gaze.

“Please y/n, I’ve loved you for so long, I can’t stand not being with you…” Cedric continues, causing guilt to flood your stomach and your gut to twist into knots.

You can hear Hermione just barely yelling at Cedric to stop and for you not to listen, but she is held back and drowned out by one of Cedric’s friends yelling, “come on y/n, say yes!”

A whole chorus of ‘say yes’ breaks out and your face floods red as Cedric starts to move closer to you.

You look at Cedric pleadingly, begging him to stop this. He knew you hated these kinds of situations, why on Earth would he put you through this?

He’s taking advantage of it. You remind yourself as Cedric’s breath drew closer to your face. You place your hands on Cedric’s chest and attempt to push him away , but his feet are planted and he has a tight grasp of your arm, refusing to let go until you gave him what he wanted.

Your head turns again in an attempt to stop Cedric from getting too close, and a short distance from the crowd you saw something that made your heart drop.

Neville stood by the entrance to the courtyard, still clutching his mimbulus mimbletonia in his hands with a heartbroken look on his face. His jaw was slack, eyes wide and on the verge of tears, your stomach clenches and you try again, trying to get away from the pressure to just give in. The chanting grows louder, some people even shouting ‘kiss him!’ and you watch devastated as Neville runs away, a glistening tear running down his cheek.

“Cedric I-I don’t like-” You try again.

“Come on y/n! You’ve already shagged him, just make it official already!” A voice calls teasingly.

Your head swivels in the direction of the voice and all at once, you snap. You couldn’t take the taunting, the pressure or Cedric’s behavior any longer. With all your might, you stomp on Cedric’s foot and in his moment of weakness you tear off his hands and explode.

“I did not shag him! I never have and I never will because I don’t like him!”

The crowd reels back at your sudden outburst and the chanting stops.

Cedric’s mates open their mouths to say something, but Hermione uses their shock as an advantage and clocks the one holding her back across the face.

“All of you leave now!” She seethes, pointing her wand at the by-standers threateningly.

You pant heavily as you watch the group finally begin to leave and you turn back to Cedric.

“What is wrong with you?” You hiss.

Cedric winces at your tone and stares down at the ground.

“You used my fear against me, you held me against you when I tried to escape, you told people we slept together, Cedric what the hell?” You cry incredulously.

Cedric doesn’t respond, choosing to avoid your gaze, and you entirely instead of saying anything, not even an apology comes out of his mouth.

Groaning in frustration, you stomp away, leaving Hermione to give Cedric and his friends a piece of her mind while you run through the halls with tears spilling down your face, you had to find him, Neville had seen what had happened and you knew he thought something else was happening. Swiveling our head in search, it hits you like a ton of brick, there was one place Neville went to when he was upset, and after years of finding him there on accident, it was your best bet. You pick up the pace and run towards the green houses.

“She likes him… How could I have been so stupid, of course she likes Diggory!” Neville curses, sitting himself in the corner of the very first greenhouse he had ever stepped into. The one where he’d first met you, the greenhouse where he fell for you.

He had finally made it to the clocktower courtyard, peaked inside and saw Cedric holding you in his arms, slowly inching forwards as a crowd around you laughed. He even heard someone chant that you and Cedric had slept together… How stupid could he be, you’d always choose Cedric over him.

For a while, Neville just sits and does his best to hold back his tears, replaying your moment together in the hall as if he could go back in time and relive it forever. The security of the greenhouse can only help so much and soon, he can feel tears spilling from the corner of his eyes.

Just as Neville is about to stand and head back to his dorm, the greenhouse door swings open abruptly and you enter, hair messy and tears adorning your face, but still looking as angelic as always. Neville stands suddenly, ignoring the rush of blood to his head and begins to walk away with his head down when he feels your hand on his shoulder.

“Nev, please. Hold on a minute.” You beg, biting back your tears as Neville’s dejected eyes look back at you.

“No it’s okay y/n, I understand, you like him…” Neville sighs, pushing his lips up in a pitiful excuse for a smile.

“Neville!”

“Y/n, I saw what happened, you don’t have to pretend!” Neville cuts you off again, raising his arm to brush your hand from his shoulder.

“No!” You shout, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Please hold on Nev, h-he made all of it up! I-I’ve never shagged him, never kissed him, I’ve n-never even liked him.” You sniffle, hugging Neville closer to you as he stands frozen, processing your words.

“The truth is I’ve only fancied one boy from my first year at Hogwarts. I picked a leaf from his hair and ever since he’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to kiss.” You admit shakily, pulling back a bit to look into the green eyes you adore.

“Nev?” You murmur.

Neville doesn’t speak for a moment, blinking a couple times before raising his hand to your cheek and wiping away your tears.

Taking a deep breath, Neville smiles. A real smile this time that stretched to his eyes and showed his teeth.

“Funny, because a girl picked a leaf out of my hair back in my first year and I fell in love with her as well.” Neville confesses, wrapping an arm around your back and returning your embrace.

“She’s absolutely stunning, with beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, even when she’s crying she’s angelic, though I do hate to see her sad.” Neville continues, wiping away another tear with his thumb.

“Really thought she liked someone else, someone better…” The gryffindor pauses, glancing away for a moment as his insecurities raised again.

“Nev.” You smile, using your finger to turn him back to face you. “There’s no one better for me than the person I fell in love with.”

Neville blushes again, this time with a soft grin spreading across his face as he feels himself lean closer. As Neville leaned closer, a different feeling swirled in your stomach. Butterflies.

You meet him halfway and smile into his lips as you relish in the warmth that coursed through your veins and the comfort Neville brought you.

You felt safe, finally at home.

The kiss is chaste and sweet, both of you choosing to just pause and breathe each other in. Neville pulls away for a moment and looks into your eyes, feeling the joy and security from your gaze, he relaxes and holds you tighter in his arms.

“Wow.” Neville sighs, shyly resting his forehead against yours. “Wow indeed.” You smile.

“So glad I held on.” Neville smirks happily, pressing another short kiss to your soft lips.

__________

Walking through the halls hand in hand with your boyfriend was something that would never get old.

Boyfriend, you grin to yourself. Neville had asked you out not long after your first kiss and you’d been inseparable ever since. You’d gone to Hogsmeade together, studied together, cuddled by black lake, he’d even snuck you into the gryffindor common room so he could show you his collection of plants and journals, he eventually ended up reading to you as you lay in his arms.

All your friends were supportive of your relationship with Neville, finding you to be the perfect couple. They were also very hostile towards Cedric, especially the twins after he had lied to them and Hermione after what he said about you.

Cedric had yet to make an attempt to patch up your friendship, but you were fine with it. You had your real friends to hang out with, and your boyfriend to talk to about everything.

Neville squeezing your hand brings you back to reality, and he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow. “What’s on your mind flower?” Neville chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.” You reply in a sing-song voice, raising yourself onto your toes to push your lips against Neville’s cheek.

“Y-Y/n?” A small voice calls out to you from across the hall.

You look over to see Cedric with his hands behind his back and a guilty expression on his face.

“Can I help you Cedric?” You reply simply, poison laced in your tone.

Cedric winces, but acknowledges he deserved that, and takes a deep breath.

“Listen, I’m sorry okay, what I did was stupid.” Cedric apologizes, still rather hesitant.

“It’s fine, c’mon Nev, everyone’s waiting for us.” You turn back to Neville and pull him along.

“T-That’s it?” Cedric chimes again. “What else do you want? You waited months for a halfhearted apology Cedric, I owe you nothing.” You hiss, storming off towards the exit towards the lake.

“Don’t let him get to you flower, he’s not worth it.” Neville smiles, squeezing your hand as he spots your friends gathered around Black Lake.

You nod and smile up at Neville again, grateful to have him beside you.

The two of you reach the small group of friends and sit yourselves down.

“Bout time you lovebirds showed up.” Ginny laughs.

“We got caught up in the halls, sorry for making you wait.” You sigh, resting your head on Neville’s shoulder.

“Was it Diggory?” Fred snarls, cracking his knuckles threateningly. You nod and George rolls his eyes. “Why I outta-”

“No, he ‘apologized.’” You sigh, using air quotation around apologized.

“Y/n told him off though.” Neville laughs, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“He deserved it, nice jon y/n.” Luna smiles, patting you on the back.

“Serves him right.” Hermione smirks, still rather bitter about everything that happened.

“Why are we still even talking about the bloke?” Ron chimes in, everyone nods synchronously and you all burst out laughing. The conversation shifts to Quidditch as Harry talks about gryffindor’s next game against slytherin and Ginny gushes over her invitation to play for the Holyhead Harpies. Everything was back to normal, and a sense of peace and happiness washes over you.

“Everything alright flower?” Neville asks, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You smile softly.

“No Nev, everything’s perfect.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to Neville’s lips, deepening it for a moment to let your lips move in sync with one another, to feel Neville smile into the kiss.

“So glad I held on.”

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At last, my Big Bang fic!

When Roman and his friends go hiking, they expect to see some birds, some lizards, maybe a deer if they were lucky- not a hidden cave with a sleeping person inside, unable to be woken up by anyone. His friends decide to let the sleeping person stay put, but there’s some feeling Roman just can’t shake off. Red chapter one below, and the full fic on AO3, accompanied by amazing art by @littlebigmouse

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The tranquility of the forest was quickly interrupted by the banter of several people standing by a parked car, their faces illuminated by the pink-tinted full moon low on the horizon.

“Come at me, Mothman! I have a very juicy ass you would LOVE!”

“Remus, you IDIOT. Mothman lives in West Virginia!”

“Well what about the skunk ape, Virgil? Don't you want to see the Skunk Ape? SKUNK APE! SKUNK APE!” He chanted, his voice echoing in the parking lot.

“Remus, would you shut up?!” Roman shoved his brother. “We are actually going to try and find wildlife like deer and stuff, and that’s not going to happen if you keep shouting for cryptids to fuck you.”

The rest of the group sighed collectively at the antics of the twins, though Roman didn’t pay much attention to his friends’ groaning.

“Anyways,” Roman said louder than necessary. “Logan, you have the compass, right?”

“Of course. I also brought several yards of paracord, just in case. And also cereal bars, batteries, and water.”

“Thank you for being the responsible one,” Roman laughed. “Virgil, it’s your job to make sure that the entire state of Florida doesn’t find out that my brother is a monster fucker.”

Virgil groaned. “You know that’s going to be impossible.”

“Just punch him when you think he’s about to say something stupid.”

“Oh, like this?” Virgil smacked Remus in the arm.

“Ow!” Remus groaned.

“Well, I thought you were about to say something stupid.”

“Can we please just get on with our hiking-adventure-whatever you’re calling it?” Janus spoke up.

“Please.” Logan agreed.

“O-KAY! Into the woods!” Roman sang.

The five hikers walked down the small dirt path, the mud from last night’s storm splashing their ankles. The colors of the sunset were barely visible through the branches of the trees, which cast long shadows onto the ground and Roman still quietly humming all parts of the song by himself.

As Roman’s song ended, trailing off into the instrumental bits, Remus had finally shut up about various cryptids, and the only sounds were the squelching of mud sticking to their shoes and the occasional snap of a stick or crunch of a fallen leaf underfoot.

The May nights were cool and humid, so most days like this, Roman wore cheaper jeans and a hoodie that he was willing to throw away if it got too dirty or torn.

About half an hour into their adventure-hike, Logan silently passed around flashlights to everyone, which Roman gladly accepted. It had gotten dark quickly, to the point where Roman had been barely able to see his feet.

Suddenly, Virgil, who was in front, stopped.

“Deer,” he whispered, aiming his flashlight into the trees.

Roman followed the flashlight beam onto a huge buck, its pelt speckled with mud and antlers extending far beyond its ears.

“The inside spread is over twelve inches,” Logan whispered.

“That’s big, right?” Janus asked.

“Yes, it is. The largest recorded spread in the state of Florida was nineteen and a half inches.”

Roman knew that Remus was about to open his mouth and say something stupid, and apparently, so did Virgil, because Remus groaned again after he was hit in the shoulder, the rest of the group snickering.

The deer eventually ran away, and the group continued on until the dirt path ended.

“Hey, look at this!” Virgil waved the group over to where he was standing, shining his flashlight into a large opening in the side of a rockface.

Roman jogged over and looked into the cave- as far as the flashlight illuminated, he could see moss and other plants clinging to wet stone.

“I haven’t seen this before- I think I’d remember,” Janus commented.

“It must have been uncovered by erosion from the storm last night,” Logan added in.

“Let’s go in!” Roman and Remus said at the same time, grinning at each other. They might not agree on much, but when it came to deciding whether or not to explore a creepy-looking cave, the answer was always going to be yes.

“Don’t you think we should- never mind,” Virgil sighed as the twins started swinging their flashlights across the wet ground of the cave.

“Look at this!” Remus whisper-shouted to Roman, pointing out some kind of slime growing on a rock.

“That is disgusting, put it down or I’m not letting you in the car,” Roman said as Remus began to poke the slime.

Remus stuck his tongue out at his brother but reluctantly stopped poking the unfamiliar growth. Roman turned around to see that the rest of the group had followed them in.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Virgil asked worriedly. “I mean, this cave wasn’t here before, and we might be the first living things to step in here in maybe hundreds of years.”

“And this is how people find monster boyf- OW!” Virgil once again took it upon himself to hit Remus in the arm to stop him from talking about various cryptids in a non-child-friendly manner.

“Caves such as this one are particularly interesting because you never know what you might find- oh, look!” Logan pointed to another small opening at the back of the cave.

“I’m going to crawl through!” Roman declared after the group had spent a minute or so deciding what to do.

Roman got on his hands and knees and started to wedge himself through the opening, quite aware that he would likely have to put his clothes through more than one wash cycle to get the stains out. He bit down on the flashlight, illuminating what was in front of him, but only barely.

When there was finally room for Roman to stand, he turned and called through the opening, “I’m fine! You can come through, it’s safe!”

The second part of the cave was much wider than the first part, and Roman was able to stand without hunching over.

Swinging his flashlight across the ground, Roman suddenly gasped.

There was a man laying on the ground, hands folded across his chest, dressed in- were those robes?

“Guys…? You might want to see this…” Roman called out again, his voice shaking.

“Ro? Are you okay- HOLY SHIT!” Janus crawled through, his eyes wide with disbelief and perhaps a little fear.

Remus and Virgil came through next, Remus uncharacteristically silent, his mouth open in an ‘o.’

Logan was the last to crawl through, and he, like everyone else, stood silent, looking at the figure laying in the center of the cave, arms crossed over their chest and wings spread out- Roman rubbed his eyes. This couldn’t be real- he couldn’t have found some guy in a cave that hadn’t been touched in years!

Maybe they had gotten drunk or something and put on a very realistic-looking cosplay and then ran through the woods? Remus had done odder things, so it couldn’t be completely ruled out.

Janus slowly walked up to the figure, stepping over the silken blue robes and putting his hand on their neck, careful not to knock off the wire framed glasses.

“There’s a pulse, but it’s really faint.” Janus announced to the group. “They’re definitely not dead.” The hikers stepped closer to the sleeping person, forming a circle around them but careful to not touch the giant gray bird wings sprouting from their back. Roman noticed a strand of curly brown hair had fallen into their eyes, and resisted the urge to reach out and tuck the strand of hair behind their ear.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke up. “Should we… try to wake them up? I mean, what else should we do?”

Roman was careful not to touch the sleeping person. Roman wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid there would be some kind of horror movie scene- where as soon as he got close enough, they would sit up and try to murder him. Or something like that.

Logan crouched and tapped his phone, and the default alarm sound echoed through the cave. The person didn’t stir.

Virgil stepped up next, unscrewing the cap of his water bottle and pouring the contents onto their face. “Seriously? Nothing?” Virgil muttered.

“Let me try,” Janus said, grabbing the person’s shoulder and shaking them.

“Alright,” Remus said, stepping forward and rolling up his sleeve. He looked up at Roman, grinning, before bringing his arm down to the person’s face and slapping them on the cheek. Roman cringed at the echo it created, but there was still no reaction from them.

“How the fuck did that not work?” Remus stared at the still-sleeping person.

“Heavy sleeper?” Roman suggested.

“Coma?”

“Dead?”

“Are we about to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved?”

“Underlying medical condition?”

“Alright, it’s your turn, Prince Charming. Go do a true love’s kiss on the guy. You never know,” Remus laughed.

“No way! I’m not touching that guy with my finger, let alone my mouth!” Roman protested as Remus tried to drag him over.

Another beat of silence passed before Virgil spoke up. “I think we should leave. This dude’s probably not okay, and I don’t want to have to call the police or paramedics. I don’t want to get involved in anything, whether this guy is just stoned or in a coma or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Roman said after a minute of consideration. “You’re right. I don’t want to get involved. We should just- I dunno, leave the guy here? Maybe check later to see if they’re okay? I mean, they’re not dead.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and soon crawled back out the way they came. Roman exited last, and couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at the sleeping figure. A small part of him wanted to stay behind, try and wake them up.

But Roman ignored that feeling and left the cave with the rest of his group.

Once the group srood back on the path, all a little shaken or confused from what they had just seen, Roman said, “let’s all just go back home. If we want to, we’ll come back next week or whenever to make sure the guy’s either okay or gone, but for now just leave it alone.”

Roman said the last part for himself, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that he was missing something. He shook his head and followed Logan and Janus, who had already started walking back to the parking lot through the wet grass and still-sticky mud. Even in the dim light, Roman could tell the two of them were holding hands. Roman opened his mouth to tease the two of them but thought better of it. They had all just seen something pretty weird in that cave (Roman was still trying to decide what he really saw), and Logan and Janus hadn’t announced that they were together, probably for the exact reason that Roman would tease them.

Oh well, there would be plenty of moments for teasing later. For now, Roman just focused on dragging his feet along the muddy path back to the car, though he kept glancing over his shoulder. He told himself that it was to keep an eye on Remus and Virgil and make sure they were still behind him, but the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something still lingered.

#Sanders sides #Thomas sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #ts storytime #Big Bang event #Sanders sides fic

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moonyswriting · 3 years

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Surprise

CW: food

Characters by @lumosinlove

I wrote this a while ago, but never uploaded it. Hope you'll like it :)

"No, I wanna go to Narnia. Lemme- I wanna-"

Sirius had a hard time holding back his giggles as he watched his husband roll around in their bed. Leaning over he caressed his hand over the expanse of his sides, drawing soothing lines until Remus stopped moving and talking, going back to his even breathing.

Sirius propped his head over his husbands' sleeping form to be able to see their alarm clock display 11:00. They were never usually able to sleep that long, not because their bodies wouldn't allow it, Remus had proven he could sleep until the evening if no one woke him up, but rather because of their practice being regularly scheduled in the morning.

Now, however they were in the anticipated off season, which meant time to be as cliche of a couple as Sirius could manage. He knew Remus liked it, the fact that the Lions Captain, who put on a stone face mask every time he was on the ice, was able to let go this much and express himself in ways that only Remus got to see.

"Thinking of the devil," Sirius muttered as his husband turned just enough to place a few sleepy kisses to his shoulder, before snuggling into his neck.

Remus pulled himself closer to the taller man, determined to bury his face further into the crook of Sirius' neck than was physically possible. He continued until he got his husband squirming out of his embrace, cranking his neck to the other side so Remus would be able to reach it.

The brunette looked up, slowly blinking his eyes open, a lazy smile on his lips. He would say that was the best part of his day, but he had things planned.

"It tickled," Sirius gave as an explanation, moving back to hold Remus, placing a kiss on his forehead. Then smiled, adding "Good Morning, mon amour."

Remus took a slow, deep breath before leaning over Sirius, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Good morning, baby."

They both settled back down into the pillows and just stayed there, until Sirius turned to his husband. "You want to get up?"

"No." Remus grumbled back, seemingly half asleep again.

Sirius smirked as he combed through golden curls "I have a surprise for you."

That made Remus peek up. Sirius knew he liked surprises, he didn't quite share the feeling, but loved planning them for him. He especially loved seeing the different reactions of his husband.

First came curiosity and adoration, when Sirius first told him about something he was planning.

Afterwards there was just excitement. Remus seemed to get so much energy through the promise of something unknown. Before a reveal, he could, more often than not, be seen jumping or running around, trying to get rid of the energy.

Then, at the reveal, the first reaction is usually Remus freezing in place, sometimes a hand over his mouth. He seemed so overwhelmed because of whatever Sirius did for him.

The black haired had asked if it wasn't making him uncomfortable, as Sirius himself hated being overwhelmed, but Remus had assured him he loved the feeling in those moments.

The last emotion that Sirius got to see on his husband's face whenever he surprised him was pure love. Everytime he showed the other his surprise it was like Remus couldn't believe he got so lucky.

Sirius felt like it was pretty mutual.

Remus was still looking at him, expectantly and curious.

Sirius sat up and got off the bed, extending an arm to his husband. "Come on. I'll show you."

They climbed out of their bed and Sirius went straight for the kitchen, telling Remus he could just take a nice shower in the meantime, while he was preparing something.

He did and once he was done they both got to brushing their teeth next to each other, fooling around too much to be efficient, but neither seemed to mind.

Sirius plans turned out to lead them into a car, the back packed with things Remus wasn't allowed to see. But he presumed everything was going well, since Sirius smiled smugly and that only got Remus more excited for whatever his husband had planned.

He was only a bit confused, when Sirius stopped the car in front of a forest. They both climbed out of the car and Remus was hit by the smell of fresh air and cut wood. The air in Gryffindor wasn't bad at all, but still you could smell the difference in a heartbeat. It was also way quieter than at home, he noticed. There were a few cars driving in some distance, but he could actually hear the birds. Other birds than pigeons that is.

While Remus was still staring at the trees towering over them, he heard something being set down behind him and right after felt arms circling his waist. Sirius placed his head on the others shoulder, kissing his cheek. "It's beautiful, eh?"

"It really is. How did you find this place?" Remus asked, turning around.

Sirius' smile turned into one Remus couldn't quite place until he told him dramatically "I was talking about you, mon coeur."

Remus laughed. He loved that side of Sirius. The one that was able to make a remark so sweet, yet with just enough sarcasm to make it funny.

Placing his hands on Remus cheeks, Sirius leaned down to kiss his nose. Which still managed to make Remus flush. He looked down at the ground. Next to Sirius on were the items he'd hidden in the back of the car. There was a backpack on the left and a picnic basket on the right. "We'll have a picnic?" he asked excitedly.

Sirius nodded, sharing Remus' expression "You like them, non? This seemed like the perfect place."

"Yeah," Remus said dreamy "It's perfect. You're perfect." He leaned up to his toes to kiss Sirius. They broke apart rather quickly though, the black haired walking over to get the backpack and basket.

Before Remus was even able to open his mouth to offer his help, Sirius just took his hand with his unoccupied one. "I'm a professional hockey player. I can handle carrying two things at once, but thank you." Placing a final kiss onto Remus' cheek for now, they wandered off into the forest.

After a few turns Remus wasn't actually sure where they were going anymore but his husband seemed to have a clue as he didn't even blink before making turns. After only a couple of minutes of walking into the forest they arrived at a clearing and Remus stopped right there in his tracks, pulling Sirius into an abrupt halt as well.

"Are you okay?" he asked after Remus proceeded to just letting his gaze dart around the clearing.

He let out a slow breath and held Sirius hand tighter. "Yeah, sorry, this just doesn't seem real."

They stood there for another moment before Remus ran off. He felt like a child, but this looked like it was taken straight from a fairy tale. The sun was shining through the trees, colouring the grass and moss beautiful shades of green. There were little footpaths snaking through the trees, Ivy growing up most of them.

"This is incredible!" still running around, he shouted back to Sirius, who was slowly making his way over to a sunbathe spot.

He heard Sirius laugh. It was perfect. Running over to where his husband had put down a way-too-cliche red and white checked picnic blanket, he just crashed into the other, who had tried to reach over to the basket. Sirius didn't seem to mind being tackled onto the ground by the love of his love, placing a burst of kisses all over his face.

"It's beautiful. Don't worry our wedding day will forever be the best day in my life, but this is up there on the list so far."

Sirius had known Remus would like this, of course, that had been the reason for the surprise. However, what he hadn't expected was for the other to love it this much. Seeing so much joy on Remus' face was probably the best thing to happen all week.

Sirius positively beamed "I'm so glad you like it! Took quite some time to find this place, but definitely worth it."

"Definitely," Remus said as he settled back onto Sirius. They just played there for a bit, until the shorter mans stomach growled.

"Ah, yes, food." Sirius adjusted his position, reaching over to the basket.

His husband sat up, making a nice space in front of them for whatever Sirius had brought. Placing the basketball next to him he pulled out item after item and set it in front of them. Once he was done he was done, he looked over at Remus, who seemed confused, yet impressed.

Sirius just smiled and got to explaining "We have some drinks of course: Water, Tea and Coffee; Then of course food, because I know you're hungry and I'm almost done, just wait another minute:" Remus put his head on Sirius shoulder as he continued explaining, "We've got a fruit salad I actually made -i'm pretty proud of that- then some grilled cheese in there so they stay warm, turkey sandwich, with cranberry sauce of course, some cut up vegetables plus dip and of course chocolate cake provided by Celeste, which is as close to on the diet plan as she could manage without it losing the taste."

"Wow," was the first thing Remus said, looking over all the things laying out in front of them. "Most of this is not even close to on our diet plan, but honestly, I couldn't care less. This is absolutely adorable, baby, thank you." There was that look, the one full of love with nothing else at all to distract from it.

"You like it? It's good, nothing missing?" Sirius asked. He was pretty sure Remus liked it, but he needed to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

Remus turned his head, moving his hands to his husbands cheeks, successfully turning his head to face him. "It's perfect and I love it." He kissed Sirius. "I love you."

#thirty third fic #1.7k words #<2k words #written by meee #coops #cap #loops #date #cw: food #coops date #picnic #birthday #elisas birthday #husbands #car rides #narina

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weighty-ghosts · 3 years

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‘Wondering’ (wolfstar)

Wondering, by weightyghosts

“It’s late summer before their sixth year at Hogwarts, and one afternoon, Sirius, James, and Peter meet a boy their age sitting in a tree, reading a book. This boy might just be the missing piece in their lives- particularly for one of them.”

Rating: General

Word count: 2202

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: May 2, 2021

Warnings: Brief description of scar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31049291

Whoosh!

“Sirius!” Peter whines, after almost falling off his broom, “Stop throwing it so hard at my head! I can’t catch it!”

“Sorry, Pettigrew,” Sirius snickers. He flies, if one can call it that when moving so languidly, over to where James is observing the scene from his own broom. “Come on,” he says to Peter, “Go grab it and we’ll play again. James will be keeper this time.”

“Why me?” James asks, frowning at Sirius. James is a chaser, always.

Peter pretends not to hear Sirius whisper, “Because I don’t think I can stop myself throwing the quaffle at his head.”

He groans loudly, then groans again when Sirius and James don’t react to it, busy now discussing the merits of the various quidditch positions. He turns his broom around to go look for where his old quaffle has disappeared to in the thick trees surrounding the meadow they play in. He’s moving a large leafy branch out of his way, when he almost gets smacked in the head again with his own ball.

“Oh, sorry!” A voice says quickly, and an apologetic face appears as a boy about their age lowers the quaffle, “Almost knocked me out of the tree,” he laughs softly, nodding at the ball that he holds out to Peter, “I’m guessing you want this back?”

Peter knows he’s staring, and that his mother would be very unhappy with him, but he can’t help it; this boy is sitting in a ginormous tree that’s at least forty feet high, in a cozy spot where two branches meet, with a book in his lap, looking like this is a regular afternoon for him.

Peter glances around and doesn’t see a broom anywhere. He’s wondering how this boy got up here- when he freezes. He doesn’t even breathe as he looks at this stranger who’s now tilting his head at Peter in confusion, and Peter is panicking. Did he just stumble upon a muggle? Is Peter going to get sent to Azkaban for flying on a broom in front of a muggle and breaking the Statute of Secrecy? Surely the Ministry wouldn’t send a fifteen-year-old to the dementors, right? Right?

Peter lets out a little squeak and zooms backwards as fast as he can, banging the back of his head against a small branch in the process.

James and Sirius are waiting for him when he exits the tree-line, still talking with their heads close together, but they turn when they hear him.

“Oi, where’s the quaffle, Pete?” James asks, pointedly looking at Peter’s empty hands that are gripping onto his broom for dear life.

Sirius nods at Peter’s messy head, trying (and failing) not to laugh. “Why do you have so many leaves in your hair?”

“There’s- there’s a boy!” Peter stutters out.

James and Sirius glance at each other, then fly closer to Peter until their brooms are almost knocking together.

“What do you mean a boy?” James questions, “Where?”

“In the tree!”

“There’s a boy in the tree?” Sirius’ voice is laced with disbelief, “Did you hit your head Pete?”

“No! Well, yes, but it’s true!”

“Pete, what exactly did you see?” James asks. He peeks over Peter’s shoulder and squints, as if he believes he’s capable of seeing through vegetation if he just tries hard enough.

“In the tree!” Peter repeats, “He was holding the quaffle and just sitting there! In the tree! And,” he gulps, then leans in closer to his friends, “I didn’t see a broom. He must have climbed up there.”

Sirius narrows his eyes. “You think he’s a muggle?”

“I-”

“If I were a muggle-” The three boys whip their heads around in the direction of the voice wafting through the tree line, “-Don’t you think I would have been quite taken aback to see a person floating on a broomstick forty feet in the air?”

Sirius, James, and Peter look at each other for a moment, before deciding at the same time to burst through the trees, coming to a dead stop in front of the stranger who’s still holding their quaffle.

“Blimey,” James blurts, “There really is a boy in a tree.”

The boy’s eyes are alight with amusement, but he has a shy smile playing on his lips, as if he wants to laugh but doesn’t think he’s allowed to.

Peter keeps a good distance away from him, then starts to ask, “How did you get up h-”

“How do we know you’re not a muggle?” Sirius interrupts. He takes in the boy’s appearance; frayed jeans, long sleeve tee with a vinyl cover that’s been sun-bleached beyond recognition, and light golden brown hair that matches his eyes-

Sirius jolts when he realizes those eyes are staring back at him. He purposefully scowls in suspicion at this potential muggle, though, for some reason he can’t stop staring at the boy’s cheeks that have turned adorably pink.

“I don’t think muggles even know the word muggle,” the boy responds, speaking to a spot near Sirius’ shoulder.

“Where’s your wand, then?”

“Sirius, don’t be a prat,” James chides, punching his arm lightly, “Why’re you interrogating him?”

“I just think it’s interesting,” Sirius explains, returning James’ punch in kind, “Meeting someone who claims to be a wizard and looks about our age but doesn’t go to Hogwarts.”

The boy’s flush darkens and he looks away uncomfortably. As he does, his collar pulls down to reveal the top of a nasty red scar that runs vertical along his neck, stopping just below his left earlobe.

“What’s that from?” Sirius asks right away, his suspicion dissipated as curiosity takes over. The boy’s hand instinctively flies to his neck to cover it up.

“Sirius, cut it out,” James rolls his eyes, then turns to the boy and extends his hand, “Ignore him, he’s a prat. I’m James Potter, and the prat who doesn’t understand boundaries is Sirius Black, and that’s Peter Pettigrew.”

“Oh,” the boy glances uncertainly at the three of them, then stares at James’ hand as if expecting James to pull it back, but he doesn’t, so the boy tentatively reaches out and shakes it. “I-I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Cool! Want to play quidditch with us?”

“Oh,” Remus says again, genuinely surprised at the offer. He looks down at the quaffle in his hands, then holds it out to James with a frown on his face. “That's alright, I don’t have a broom.”

“Pete,” James turns to address him, “Can’t Remus here borrow your brother’s?”

“Oh, no that’s-”

“Of course!” Peter interjects Remus’ protest, “I’ll grab it now.” Peter dashes away, apparently excited by this task set out to him.

“That’s settled then,” James declares, “Pete lives close by, we've been staying with him for the week.”

“That’s nice,” Remus offers, a little awkwardly.

“So, come on!” James starts bouncing up and down on his broom in excitement, and Sirius finds it endearing how enthusiastic James gets about making new friends. “Let’s wait on the ground for Peter! You know how to play quidditch, right? And how did you get up here? Are you going to climb down?”

Remus meets Sirius’ gaze, silently asking if this is what his friend is like all the time. Sirius grins and shrugs at him, and Remus returns it with a shy smile.

“I know how to play quidditch,” Remus answers, “But I’m not very good. And yes, I climbed up here, I come here a lot. I like climbing trees.”

That blush returns to Remus’ cheeks, turning the spattering of freckles on his nose and cheekbones a reddish brown. Sirius doesn’t understand why he can’t seem to focus on anything other than those freckles.

“You shouldn’t climb down though,” he finds himself saying, “That doesn’t sound safe. I can give you a lift.”

Sirius feels James’ questioning stare on the side of his head, but then James shrugs charitably and leaves them with a quick, ‘See you down there, mates.’

“Alright,” Remus slowly agrees, his face as pink as ever, “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Sirius dismisses, flipping his hair over his shoulder. He scoots forward a bit on his broom, then sidles up next to Remus. Remus hesitates, but tucks his book into his back pocket, and reaches out to grab Sirius’ shoulder as he hitches a leg over the broom. He slides too far to one side and grabs onto Sirius’ shirt with a gasp, and Sirius’ hand flies to Remus’ thigh to steady him.

“Careful there,” Sirius chuckles awkwardly, pulling his hand back.

“Yeah, sorry,” Remus mumbles.

“It’s alright. You can, you know, hang on to me. I don’t care. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to fall off.”

He feels Remus’ soft laughter on the back of his neck, and suddenly finds it hard to breathe when Remus wraps his arms around him. Sirius shakes his head slightly and flies the two of them towards where James is waiting. His landing is a bit more rough than usual, but for reasons he doesn’t want to think about right now, he needs to put some space between himself and this boy he just met.

“Thanks,” Remus says as he climbs off the broom. There’s a glint in his golden eyes that Sirius hadn’t seen up in the tree. His smile is different too, more secretive, and Sirius doesn’t know what to make of that.

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They spend the next hour playing their makeshift version of quidditch, then the following two hours exploring the forest and a river nearby that held strange gems at the bottom that Remus wanted to show them. The four of them seem pleased at how well they’re getting along and how easily they’re having fun together. Sirius tries to focus on their effortless dynamic instead of how strangely nervous he’s been feeling around this person. This boy. He must have stumbled no less than four times over the forest floor, and even walked into a tree at one point. Remus must think he’s the most dim-witted bloke he’s ever met.

They’re walking back to the meadow near Peter’s house, pockets full of colourful gemstones, when Remus stops walking abruptly, glancing at a rough trail that heads off in another direction.

“Okay, well...” He wavers, and the other three stop and wait for him to continue. “It was nice meeting you.” Remus smiles quickly, shuffling his feet.

“Do you have to be somewhere?” Sirius asks, not knowing why Remus is feeling awkward out of nowhere, while also panicking that Remus is about to leave and Sirius will never see him again.

“Erm, not really, I mean, I should be getting home soon, my parents-”

“Never mind your parents,” James waves these concerns off, then walks over to Remus and throws a casual arm around him, “Come back to Pete’s with us! We can drink pumpkin juice and play gobstones outside.”

Remus looks at Peter, evidently questioning if James has the authority to invite someone over to his house.

“Yeah,” Peter agrees easily, “Of course you should come!”

Remus’ eyes find Sirius, and Sirius gets a little thrill out of the thought that Remus might actually care if Sirius wants him to join them.

“Pete’s mum makes great pumpkin juice,” he says quickly, “And we were planning a bonfire for tonight since James and I are leaving tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Remus smiles shyly again, “Only if you have marshmallows, though.”

“Who do you take us for, Lupin?” Sirius grins.

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Later that night, after a lively round of gobstones and many pints of pumpkin juice, the boys are gathering wood for the bonfire, when Sirius nudges Remus to slow down and let Peter and James walk ahead of them.

“Hey,” he says in a low voice when the others are far enough away.

“Yeah?” Remus is frowning at him, a note of anxiety in his voice.

“I was just wondering,” Sirius starts, feeling more awkward than he’s probably ever been in his life, and increasingly embarrassed as Remus simply stares back at him, waiting for him to speak. “Erm, just- just wondering, since I can’t come back here for a while, if I could write to you? During the school year?”

“Oh,” Remus breaths, his features blank with genuine surprise. Then, his face breaks out into a wide smile that does something wild and strange to Sirius’ insides. “Of course. Yeah, of course. I’d love that.”

Sirius exhales a large breath that he had apparently been holding in. “Right, great. Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Oi, Black! Lupin!” James calls from somewhere up ahead, “Let’s get this fire going! Pete says we’re having a competition to see who can eat the most marshmallows!”

Sirius smiles at Remus, feeling unusually giddy, as they start walking again.

“There’s no way any of you are beating me,” Remus states confidently, surprising Sirius. “I’m the king of marshmallows.”

“Is that right?” Sirius laughs.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“I guess we will.”

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Sirius loses the contest to Remus by one marshmallow, and despite being known for his competitive attitude, he finds he doesn’t care at all. He has a sneaking suspicion he won something much better that night, and already can’t wait until the next time he gets to see Remus Lupin again.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #pre-wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #harry potter au #alternate universe #remus didn't go to hogwarts #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #james potter #peter pettigrew #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #marauders #marauders era #ficbyweightyghosts

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 4 years

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What’s In A Name (momceit fic)

Rating: teen

Word count: 4863

Pairings: all platonic (except for one bit at the end that you can ignore if you want)

Warnings: Remus typical stuff, graphic threats against animals (that he takes back later), minor body horror (? He gives himself an extra finger, I don’t know if that counts), one (1) sexual innuendo. Roman being a bit of an asshole

——Start——

Well this is an interesting development, Logic thinks to himself as he watches Creativity stalk around the room, inspecting every nook and cranny as if the Dark Sides are going to be lurking in between the books in the bookcase.

This morning — five minutes ago to be precise — Logic, Morality, and Creativity awoke on the couch in the Dark Side’s common room. To make matters worse, the three of them had been transformed into cats. Creativity was a pure white Persian, Morality was a soft gray Scottish Fold, and Logic himself was a Siamese.

There hadn’t been any sign of any Dark Sides lurking nearby, nor any indication as to how the three Light Sides had ended up here as cats, but Creativity still insisted on inspecting their surroundings. Logic was fine with letting him, and instead preferred to make his observations from the relative safety of the couch before expanding out to the room beyond. Morality, it seemed, was not too concerned about anything other than the fact that he was a cat, preferring to groom himself and bouncing around the couch cushions excitedly.

“My brother is behind this! I know he is! This foul trick has his name written all over it!” Creativity hisses. Interestingly enough, Logic can understand him perfectly despite the fact that Creativity is speaking in cat language, and Logic had not known cat language before this point.

And Logic has to disagree with his hypothesis that The Duke is behind this. The Duke may be chaotic and impulsive, but this ‘prank’ is far too harmless to be his style. They are not in any immediate danger despite being in unfamiliar territory, there is no trace of gore, nothing R-rated about any of this really. It’s Logic’s opinion that the perpetrator of this predicament is not Creativity’s ‘twin’.

But Logic isn’t about to tell Creativity that. Creativity will get there on his own, given time.

“Isn’t this cool, Logic?” Morality bounces. “We’re adorable, and so cuddly! Do you want to cuddle, Logic?”

“This is not fun, Morality!” Creativity chides from his position inspecting the coffee table. “We are in enemy territory! We could be attacked at any minute!”

“What’s going to attack cats as cute as us?” Morality asks, innocently.

A subtle clicking — somewhat reminiscent of someone walking in heels, but not quite — comes from the top of the stairs and Morality’s question seems to be answered as something comes their way.

Creativity strikes a protective stance against whatever is coming down the stairs. Logic, too, feels a bit of apprehension about whatever is coming their way as it clearly isn’t something walking on human legs, though it does sound like it is something that is walking down the stairs.

Morality clearly does not share his companions’ concerns as he skips past Creativity and bounds towards the stairs to greet whatever is coming down. Creativity hisses a warning at him, but it falls on deaf ears.

Morality makes it to the stairs and looks up to greet the thing coming down, but as soon as he sets eyes on it, his posture changes from excited to terrified.

“SPIDER!” He squeaks as he shoots back past Creativity and scrambles under the couch.

Spider? Logic thinks. How can a spider make such a loud noise?

His questions are answered a second later as a rather large, rather spidery form reaches the bottom of the stairs.

“Kitty?” It asks.

A second glance proves that it is not, in fact, a giant spider, but rather a young boy - maybe about five - that happens to have four rather large spider legs protruding from his back that he seems to be able to walk with. On his spider legs, the boy’s human legs dangle about a foot and a half off the ground, making his total height around five feet, shorter than any of them are in their regular forms, but significantly taller than them as cats.

Other than the four spider legs, and the six smaller black spider eyes underneath his regular human eyes, the boy looks about the same as Thomas did at that age, with a few differences here and there that every Side has, such as the fact that his hair is purple, and has heterochromia, making one eye green, and the other inhumanly purple. Either way, it’s clear that this boy is a Side. And a rather new Side at that.

Logic doesn’t remember another Side forming, but he supposes that if this Side started out in the Dark Side, Deceit likely wouldn’t have informed them of his existence.

“Kitty?” The boy asks again. He looks around the room and seems to catch sight of Logic and Creativity for the first time. “Thwee kitties!”

Despite the obvious excitement in his face, the boy’s voice stays calm and quiet, as if he’s making a conscious effort not to scare them. Interesting behavior for a child.

“Begone foul creature!” Creativity hisses at the new Side even though the boy can’t understand him.

Logic just watches him curiously. They don’t know who he is or what function he serves, but as he’s just a child, it’s unlikely that he is of any threat to the three of them, even in cat form.

The boy looks startled by Creativity’s hostilities, and seems to realize for the first time that he’s standing on four long spider legs rather than his two human ones.

“Sowwy,” he says softly as he slowly lowers himself onto his human legs and folds his spider legs up against his back. For a second, Logic thinks the legs will just rest against his back, but the legs actually fade all together, and a moment later, the extra eyes do too.

Curious. Logic knows that Deceit has snake scales that cover a large area of his skin, and The Duke has tentacles that can solidify into arms and legs when he wants to, but he doesn’t know of either of them being able to hide their animal traits completely. Perhaps it is unique to this Side.

Creativity continues to take an aggressive stance, so the boy carefully gives him a wide berth as he makes his way over to the couch.

“Stay away from them!” Creativity growls as the boy slowly peaks under the couch.

“I’m sowwy I scawed you, kitty,” the Side apologizes to Morality. “Cweativity says my spidew wegs are cweepy, and I know not evewyone wikes cweepy.”

“I have never seen this Side in my life!” Creativity huffs dramatically.

“I believe he means your brother,” Logic sighs. It comes out as an audible meow, drawing the boy’s attention to Logic, the only cat that doesn’t seem disturbed by his presence.

“Hewwo,” the boy says to Logic. The boy blinks once, slowly “I love you.”

Logic’s brain stutters at the admission. The boy had, of course, probably just learned somewhere that that was how to show affection to a cat, and didn’t not mean to say that he loved Logic, but still…

Logic returns the gesture. “I love you.”

“LOGIC!” Creativity yowls.

The boy ignores him in favor of extending his hand towards Logic. Logic flinches a little and the boy stops moving his hand. The hand is a few inches from Logic, palm down, close enough that Logic could easily stretch his head out to touch it, but far enough away to not be in his personal space.

After a moment, Logic stretches his neck out in order to sniff the proffered hand. The boy stays perfectly still, watching Logic carefully, hope shining in his eyes. Instincts take over and Logic licks the boy’s fingers before nuzzling his head against the hand. “I trust you.”

The boy gasps, delighted.

“LOGIC!” Creativity yowls again, and again, he is ignored.

“You’we a nice kitty, awen’t you?” The boy asks as he starts moving his fingers to scratch at Logic’s head.

Logic can’t help but move his head, trying to maximize the pleasant contact. “Please never stop petting me.”

Being a cat must be different than being a Side. Usually, Logic isn’t overly affectionate, and is often uncomfortable with the casual contact Morality and Creativity often initiate, but as a cat, Logic can’t seem to get enough contact.

“Oh!” The boy exclaims in shock, his fingers stutter over Logic’s head for a moment before returning to their previous rhythm. “Hewwo.”

Logic opens his eyes to find that Morality has left the protection of the bottom side of the couch in favor of sitting directly in the boy’s lap. The boy offers his free hand to Morality the same way he had with Logic, but Morality skips sniffing it and goes straight for headbutting his hand.

“I’m sorry I was scared of you, kiddo, you’re not scary.”

“Morality! Not you too!” Creativity laments. Logic honestly can’t see what issue Creativity could possibly have with the young Side. He gave fantastic scratchies, why would anyone have a problem with him?

Vaguely, Logic registers the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, but he’s much too preoccupied with the boy petting him to really care.

“Halt foul snake!” Creativity hisses.

Logic flinches as he finally registers that a second Dark Side has entered the common room, but is quickly calmed and distracted by the boy continuing to pet him.

“Anxiety,” Deceit says, sounding a mixture of amused and concerned. “Where did you find these cats?”

“Mama! They was in the wiving woom when I came down!” The boy - Anxiety? - says happily. “These two is nice! That one’s mean. Can we keep them?”

Creativity huffs indignantly. “We’re not pets!”

Deceit chuckles. “You even want to keep the mean one?”

Anxiety nods seriously. “He’s theiw fwiend.” He says, as if that is reason enough to keep a cat that clearly doesn’t like him.

Deceit chuckles again, and somewhere in the back of Logic’s mind he realizes that he’s never seen Deceit be this genuinely nice to anyone, even The Duke.

“We can’t keep them until we try to find their owners, my little spiderling.” Anxiety’s face drops in disappointment.

“They have ownews?” He asks quietly, hands stilling.

“No, no, we’re all yours!” Morality purrs, headbutting Anxiety’s hand so he’ll continue petting them.

“MORALITY!” Creativity hisses. He’s moved fully under the coffee table in order to best protect himself against the two Dark Sides.

“They might,” Deceit answers gently, pulling one glove off and holding his naked hand up seriously. “I’ll go ask the neighbors after breakfast, but if the cats aren’t theirs then I promise you can keep them.”

“Yay!” Anxiety yells loudly, startling Logic for a moment. Morality doesn’t seem at all perturbed as he continues to push into Anxiety’s hand.

“What’s the shortstack cheering about?” The Duke asks as he suddenly appears by the television. “Did my brother bite the dust? Or maybe Thomas has finally decided to go to Walmart wearing nothing but a speedo!”

Creativity hisses at him.

“CATS!” The Duke gasps. “Ooh we can peel their skin off to see their muscles and internal organs and just peel them apart piece by piece until they’re just a kitty cat skeleton!”

Morality flinches at the idea.

“NOOOOO!” Anxiety screeches, suddenly pulling Logic and Morality as close to his chest as he can. “NONONONONONO!”

It takes Logic perhaps a little too long to realize that Anxiety, true to his name, is having an anxiety attack, but his air is rather restricted at the moment so you can’t really blame him.

Anxiety’s breathing is shallow, and labored as he inhales and exhales around his screams; black tears run down his face, and a few drip onto Logic’s head, probably staining his cream fur gray; and he’s shaking violently and uncontrollably. And being in his death grip, Logic is quite uncomfortable, and Morality seems to be panicking almost as much as Anxiety is.

“NONONONONONONO!”

“Fix this!” Deceit hisses at Dark Creativity.

Dark Creativity seems to stumble over himself for a second before deciding on a course of action. He slides to the ground in front of Anxiety, which only causes the young Side to grip the cats tighter.

“Hey, uh, Anxy?” He asks, uncharacteristically soft for him. “I was just joking, I’m not gonna hurt the cats, I swear.”

“You’re- you’re not?” Anxiety sniffles, tears never slowing, but his breathing evens out a little bit.

“I’m not,” The Duke promises.

“Pink pwomise?” Anxiety asks, tears finally stopping.

“Double pinky promise!” The Duke declares, holding out his hand that seems to have two pinky fingers on it. Logic’s pretty sure the hand only had one pinky finger a moment ago.

Anxiety giggles and lets go of Logic so that he can wrap one of his pinkies around both of The Duke’s. “No take backs.”

“None at all, else penalty of death!” The Duke crows happily. “So do the cats have names?”

“He can’t name the cats until we figure out where they came from!” Deceit scolds from the kitchen where he’s preparing breakfast. “We don’t want him to get too attached!”

“Of course not!” The Duke yells back before dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But do they have names?”

Anxiety giggles and answers just as quietly. “This one is Wogan!” He says, running a hand from Logic’s head all the way down his body.

Logic blinks slowly, then closes his eyes and pushes his head into Anxiety’s hand. “This is acceptable.”

“This one is Patton!”

“I love it, kiddo!” Morality — Patton — purrs even harder than he already had been.

“And that one's Woman!” The Duke turns to look at the Persian cat underneath the coffee table. Creativity hisses as soon as The Duke makes eye contact.

“Not very friendly is he?” The Duke asks. “I’m not allowed to hurt him either?”

“Nope!” Anxiety declares happily.

“Breakfast!” Deceit calls from the kitchen. “Don’t bring the cats to the table!”

Anxiety pouts, but he does as the older Side instructs and leaves Patton and Logan on the couch. “I’ll be wight back.”

“Take your time, kiddo! Eating a healthy breakfast is important!” Patton meows after him.

“Are you two insane!?” Roman hisses as soon as Anxiety and The Duke are gone. “We aren’t pets! We can’t just live here as his cats forever!”

“I believe Roman is right,” Logan concedes. “We cannot fulfill our functions in this manor, which would be very detrimental to Thomas.”

“But Anxiety loves us,” Patton pouts at the same time Roman hisses “that’s not my name!”

“Regardless of Anxiety’s feelings, we must put Thomas’s well-being first. It is our job, after all,” Even as Logan says it, a funny feeling fills his stomach. He hypothesizes the source to be guilt over taking away the cats that Anxiety so clearly loves, but there’s nothing he can do. They are Sides, not cats, and they have functions they must maintain to keep Thomas alive and happy, and Thomas is always their first priority.

“But Anxiety will be so sad if we just disappear,” Patton continues to protest, but Logan can see in his eyes that he knows Logan is right.

“Who cares what Anxiety thinks?” Roman snorts. “He’s not our friend! He is one of them, a bad guy. He may be a child now, but anxiety is a bad thing. It ruins creative whimsy, prevents people from going after opportunities, and is an all around bummer! We shouldn’t be nice to the source of misery!”

Patton begins to cry in earnest now, loud pathetic mewls leaving his mouth as he does.

“-I’ll go check.” Someone says from the dining room.

“Someone is coming,” Logan warns, causing Roman to tense, but Patton doesn’t stop crying.

“What’s wrong, kitty?” Deceit walks into the room, crouching carefully in front of the couch.

Roman hisses and darts back under the coffee table.

“Is he mean to you?” Deceit rubs a gloved finger against Patton’s head comfortingly. “Where did you come from, hmm? The imagination? Surely you’re not Creativity’s creations, but maybe the other Creativity? Or do the Light Sides keep cats now?”

Deceit continues to rub at Patton’s head, and eventually, the moral Side relaxes into the touch.

“I’ll have to give you back, won’t I? The Light Sides hate us enough without us stealing their cats… Anxiety is going to be so disappointed.” Deceit sighs, pushing himself up into standing position. “It can totally be helped, I suppose. I can definitely conjure convincingly lifelike cats, and Creativity has a knack for creating… child-friendly creatures.”

Deceit continues to mutter to himself as he makes his way back to the breakfast table with the other Dark Sides.

“At least he’s taking us back to our side,” Roman grumbles as Deceit walks away.

“There is still the problem that when he goes to the Light Side, he will not find anyone,” Logan points out as he begins grooming himself, stopping a moment later to ponder that instinct.

“I don’t want to go!” Patton whines.

“I am sorry, Patton,” Logan apologizes. He decides to just give into his instincts and begins grooming Patton instead. “But the best thing for Thomas is for us to be back in our proper place, in our proper forms.”

“Can I go wiff you to the Wight Side?” Anxiety asks, alerting the Light Sides to the approaching Dark Sides.

“I’m sorry, Anxiety,” Deceit says. “But I would prefer you not meet them yet.”

“Why?” Anxiety asks. He returns to his previous seat by the couch, and absentmindedly starts petting Patton when the Moral Side climbs back into his lap.

“Because the neighbors can be…” Deceit pauses to consider his next words.

Logan finds himself very curious to see what Deceit thinks of them. He’s never thought about it before. He views Deceit as a necessary attribute, but as a Side, Logan finds him to be overly dramatic and difficult to deal with. He views The Duke as a harmless nuisance as the Side has no real control over Thomas’s actions, only some thoughts, but he knows that Patton and Roman view him much more harshly. He’s never stopped to consider how the Dark Sides view them in return.

“...mean,” Deceit finally says.

Patton visibly deflates, no doubt hurt that he hasn’t been as nice to the Dark Sides as he could have been.

“SLANDER!” Roman hisses.

“Oh,” Anxiety says quietly. He stares at Patton, still seated in his lap, before turning back to the older Side. “Then why awe we giving them theiw cats back?”

“Don’t poke sleeping bears,” is all Deceit says.

“Always poke sleeping bears!” The Duke insists. “They get super mad and try to bite your hand off! It’s fun!”

Anxiety stares at The Duke with a mixture of fear and nausea.

“Thank you, Creativity,” Deceit drawls. “That was very helpful.”

“Do the Wight Sides bite?” Anxiety demands nervously, looking frantically between the two older Sides.

“Only when they’re being k-”

Deceit snaps and one of The Dukes hands flies up to cover his mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was about to say.

“No, darling,” he sits on the ground and opens his arms. Anxiety considers the offer for a moment before removing Patton from his lap and snuggling up as close to Deceit as he can. “It was a figure of speech. The Light Sides do not bite.”

“But they’we mean,” Anxiety says quietly.

Deceit suddenly has four more arms that he wraps around Anxiety.

Logan startles. He hadn’t realized that Deceit had six arms. Perhaps he should try spending more time with the Dark Sides as there were clearly several things about them that he was unaware of.

“So am I,” Deceit hums. Personally, Logan isn’t sure how that is supposed to be reassuring, but Anxiety seems to think it is.

“You’ww be back?”

“Of course, spiderling.”

“Okay,” Anxiety whispers. He pulls away from the hug and immediately runs upstairs, never looking back at the cats.

Deceit watches him go with a sigh. “Why did you have to come here?” He asks the cats rhetorically.

“Sorry,” Patton tries to say, but Deceit only hears a meow.

Deceit sighs again before scooping Patton up with one pair of hands. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

He grabs Logan with a second pair of hands, and finally grabs Roman with the third pair. Roman struggles, but Deceit keeps a tight grip on him.

Logan is smarter than Roman. While Roman struggles and ensures that Deceit has a tight grip on him, Logan fully allows Deceit to carry him, lulling the lying Side into a false sense of security. As soon as Deceit enters the Light Side of the Mindscape, Logan makes his move.

With his cat agility and flexibility, he pushes off of Deceits chest, easily breaking the unsuspecting Dark Side’s hold, and darts towards the stairs as quickly as he can, making it to the top before Deceit finally registers what had just happened and starts yelling after him.

“What the- GET BACK HERE!”

Logan ignores him as he runs for his room, theorizing that he’ll be able to change himself back into his own domain.

The door gives him slight pause as he realizes that he’s unable to open it — only mentally though, physically, he’s still running straight towards it. Luckily, the door responds to him, and a cat-flap that he’s quite sure has never been there before opens allowing him entrance.

Almost immediately, Logan is back in his proper form, necktie and all. Just as I suspected.

After a quick look in the mirror to make sure that he is fully presentable, Logan sinks out to the common room where he can still hear Deceit yelling after him.

“Deceit,” Logan appears behind Deceit, causing the lying Side to startle, and involuntary hiss escaping his lips as he quickly spins to face the newcomer.

Logan makes sure to give him a suitably surprised yet reserved look, as if he had been unaware that Deceit was in the common room.

Roman takes advantage of Deceit’s shock to escape his grasp as Logan had earlier. Roman runs for the stairs, but this time, Deceit just lets him, choosing to focus on Logan instead.

The Dark Side is quick to retract his extra arms, and mask his surprise with indifference, and Logan politely doesn’t mention either.

“We didn’t find these on our Side and we weren’t wondering if they were yours,” Deceit sneers, holding Patton out towards Logan as if the cat disgusted him, though Logan is well aware of the lie.

“They are, thank you,” Logan says, accepting Patton from Deceit. “Creativity and Morality have been searching for them in the imagination all day.”

Patton squirms in Logan’s arms until Logan allows him to climb onto his shoulder.

Deceit’s eyes narrow, and Logan realizes, a little too late, that Deceit can tell when someone’s lying. “There should have been three cats.”

“The third cat didn’t run away as soon as we got here, and isn’t lurking around here somewhere,” Deceit answers, mercifully letting the lie go

“Well thank you for returning them, Deceit, it was very decent of you,” Logan says. He thinks the comment is innocuous, but Deceit immediately goes on the defensive.

“Right, because the bessst we can do is desssssscent,” he hisses, his snake features becoming more pronounced with his aggravation. “Heaven forbid we ever do anything nisssssce.”

“I did not mean-”

“Goodbye, Logic. It’sss been sssso much fun.” Deceit sinks out before Logan can respond.

“I suppose that that did not go as well as I had hoped,” Logan says to Patton.

Patton meows and licks Logan’s nose.

Logan blinks. “You are aware that I know that you are not a cat, correct?”

Patton meows again.

“Is he gone?” Roman calls as he comes bounding down the stairs, back to his normal self.

“Yes, Roman, Deceit has left.”

“Okay, first of all Teach, just because Anxiety called me that doesn’t mean it’s my name. Second of all…”

Patton jumps off Logan's shoulder and makes his way to his room, at a slower pace than either of the others had gone.

He has so much to do.

~~~

Deceit does his best to school his features before returning to the Dark Sides’ common room. It would do no good for Anxiety to see him upset. He doesn’t want Anxiety to be afraid of the Light Sides, doesn’t want them to have that power over him already.

Once he’s got his face under control, he enters the common room. He’s greeted by the sight of Creativity sitting criss cross on the couch, Anxiety in his lap. Both of them are clearly waiting for him.

Anxiety’s eyes fill with tears as soon as he sees Deceit some back without the cats. Creativity frowns.

“They belonged to the boring Sides?” Creativity asks with a pout.

Deceit nods. He makes his way over to the couch to pick up the now sobbing Anxiety from Creativity’s lap.

“I’m sorry, spiderling.” Deceit says, wrapping all six arms around the child.

Anxiety wraps his arms around Deceits neck, and seconds later, four spider legs wrap around the rest of him.

Hours later, after Anxiety has finally settled down for his nap, and Creativity has gone to the imagination to vent his anger at hapless figments, there’s a knock at the door.

Deceit stares at the door for a moment in shock. No one’s ever knocked before. No one visits them. The Light Sides hate them, and even if they did want to visit, they’d never deign to knock.

Another knock.

Deceit shakes himself out of his thoughts to answer the door.

It’s Morality. He gives Deceit a wide and genuine grin, while hiding something behind his back.

“Hi Deceit!” He greets, bouncing on his toes with barely contained excitement.

“Morality, I was definitely expecting you.” Deceit says, feinting nonchalantness.

“I wanted to thank you for bringing the cats back! So I made you something!”

“Yes I obviously require payment for being nice, thank you.” Deceit rolls his eyes, he doesn’t need anything from them, and honestly, he doesn’t want anything from them. He’d prefer to just move on from this debacle and never think about it again.

“It’s not payment,” Morality grins like Deceit had been telling a joke. “It’s a gift! For you! Because you’re paw-sitively purrrrr-fect!”

Morality shoves a cat-shaped pillow in Deceit’s face, and all he can do is blink at it stupidly.

“I made you three!” Morality continues. “One for each cat!”

Deceit takes the proffered pillow — gray with bright blue eyes, like the nice cat — and Morality pulls out two more pillows that resemble the other two cats.

“That’s- um…” For once, Deceit’s silver tongue is failing him. He has no idea what to say.

“Mama?”

Not now, Deceit begs internally. Why does Anxiety have to choose now to wake up?

Anxiety approaches normally, but Deceit can tell the second he sees Morality, because he quickly ducks behind Deceit’s legs.

“Hey, kiddo,” Morality says gently as he lowers himself to his knees so that he’s level with the young Side. “I just wanted to thank your mama for returning my cats earlier. I cat tell you how happy I was to have them back, so as a thank you, I made these purr-fect pillows, would you like one?”

“That’s the same joke twice,” Deceit mutters, but Morality ignores him.

Morality holds out the Siamese pillow to Anxiety. Anxiety looks up at Deceit, and Deceit — unable to see how this could possibly be a trap — nods.

Anxiety quickly snatches the pillow from Morality and hugs it close to his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

Morality smiles. “No problem, kiddo. It’s the fleece I can do.”

Anxiety lets out a giggle, and Morality’s grin grows

“A fan of jokes I see! Well then, why did the chicken cross the road?”

“Why?” Anxiety asks quietly, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

“To get to the other Sides!” Anxiety stares blankly at him, and Deceit smirks at the failed joke. “No? How about, what’s a ghost’s favorite fruit?”

“What?”

“Boo-berries!”

That one gets another giggle

Morality grins and holds out the third pillow. “You can have this one, too, if you want it.”

Anxiety doesn’t even look at Deceit for approval this time before he grabs pillow from Morality and attempts to hold both as close to his chest as possible.

“Anxiety,” Deceit says as Morality straightens up. “Why don’t you go show Creativity your new pillows?”

“Okay!” The kid cheers, taking off without another word, two cat pillows in tow.

“Thank you, Morality,” Deceit says once Anxiety is gone. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” Morality smiles. “I wanted to! So I did.”

“I will admit, I’m not sure what to do when receiving a gift,” Deceit admits, surprised at his own honestly.

“Well I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?” Morality says brightly. He pulls Deceit into a tight hug, but lets go before he can even begin to process that. “Bye Dee! I’ll see you later!”

And then he’s gone. Leaving Deceit standing in the doorway clutching a soft gray cat pillow.

Fuck, I’m GAY!

——End——

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As Long as the Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Title: As Long As The Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Summary: Humans come to Logan’s tree in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They ask for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. Rarely, however, does a child stand beneath his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter.

Pairings: Familial Analogical, Background Platonic Logicality and Familial Intruroyality

Word-Count: 2.6-k

Warnings: Human Sacrifice, Death Mention, Body Horror, Morally Gray Logan, Angst with a Happy Ending

This fic is inspired by an anon ask sent to me awhile back that I just now finished. It’s also the Cryptid Logan fic that won the poll of next published wip, so hope y’all all enjoy :)

A human child stands at the base of his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter. Indeed, the child’s stick arms hugs its frame in a poor attempt to stay warm. The child does not have a coat, and its threadbare stockings could hardly count as shoes.

Logan finds himself mystified by the sight.

Humans came to his tree, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They asked for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. He granted them all, as long as they left an appropriate gift in its place. Things like books and knowledge he favored most of all, but he often did not turn away a cow or two if it was all they had to offer.

However a child? Rarely do children come seeking his help. Adolescents do not have the same worries as their often self-absorbed older counterparts. The few children that have come his way in decades past asked for things for others. The appearance of the child is enough to wake him fully from his winter rest.

“Hello.” He speaks, the wind carrying his message, through the dead tree branches and over the mounds of snow below.

He forms at the base of his tree, in a shape familiar yet alien to a human’s eye. Centuries of practicing shapeshifting and he still has not perfected a form that does not send a human’s flight-or-fight’s reflexes into overdrive. Humans are innately good picking up on minuscule anomalies. If it is not the nose this time, then it is the ears he has gotten wrong. Too pointy, too many. He’s certain this time he has the right amount of body parts.

The child leaps in the air at his greeting. They turn to face him, trembling even more. He does not think it is from the cold.

“H-hello.” The child returns the greeting, dipping their head in reverence.

“What is your name, child?” He asks, “and what do you seek?”

The child makes a weird, muffled noise. Their head is still lowered, facing away from Logan’s searching gaze.

“My name is Virgil, I--I’ve come to seek an end to this harsh winter. That you--you bring about a prosperous out-pour of crops this Spring.” The child speaks, slow and stilted. Like words firmly pressed into their mouth by someone else and not a genuine request from the child himself.

A flash of anger passes through Logan. If humans think by sending out a sapling their chances will double, they are wrong. Logan values knowledge and wisdom, not emotional manipulation.

Logan hums in acknowledgement of Virgil’s words, “I see. And what shall you offer in payment?”

“Myself.”

“What?” Logan asks, for he is sure he misunderstood the child.

“I--it’s--Chief Habrok said as an orphan I’m not good for much else and that this is the highest honor I could bring to the village. So I offer myself as a sacrifice.” Virgil looks up at him, glistening tears half-frozen to his cheeks. So much of both fear and determination radiates from the small being.

Logan’s ire has kindled to a raging forest-fire. This is worse than simply thinking Logan would be softer to a child’s pleas than an adult’s. Humans have bargained with him using livestock but one of their own young? A child that has lost so much already? It is revolting. All around them, the forest creaks, branches shifting not from the blizzard’s winds but of their own volition. Virgil flinches.

He reaches down, softly cusping Virgil’s chin with a hand to direct the child’s attention towards himself.

“I will take you far away from here. Somewhere you’ll be safe and loved for as long as this tree stands tall. Okay?”

“And my village--you’ll take care of them?” Virgil asks, confusion and doubt swirling around him. Much like the fierce snowfall sweeping through the forest.

Logan’s lips twitches. “You have my word that they’ll be taken care of.”

“O-okay.” Virgil agrees, voice soft and small.

Logan drops his hand away, holding it out by his side. “Take my hand.”

Most would hesitate touching the hand of a spirit. They’d fear to be swept away, to never see the light of day again. The fear is very much present within the child. But again so is that firm, resolute determination. Virgil’s tiny hand shoots forward, latching onto Logan’s larger one with a startlingly strong grip. The wind picks up as the trees shake themselves from their foundations, their roots. They stretch, relishing the freedom of movement.

“Close your eyes.” Logan murmurs. It’s his only warning before he calls forth to the forest. Logan is not this one tree like the humans believe. He is all of them. He is the whole forest. Each of them are perfectly formed clones connected by the same root system.

He integrates Virgil’s soul into the system, careful to keep the child’s individuality intact. Somewhere in the bidding snowstorm, a young three-foot sapling sprouts bright green leaves much like the tree the two stand under. Certain of his work, he withdraws. He underestimates the drain of his powers, because he nearly collapses to the ground.

“You!” Virgil gasps, staring at Logan with bulging eyes. Logan looks at himself, no longer ambiguously human in appearance. Ah, yes. He’s quite forgotten how frightening his true form can be for humans. It is a shimmery indigo blue that is almost translucent. He has a multitude of eyes and just as many limbs. His hair is mossy, with bits of berries and flowers poking out of it. His eyes are a pupiless navy blue with whirling black rings.

“You look different as well,” Logan says, pointing out that the child’s form has taken on a glowing purple hue. Hmm, purple. Unusual color for a spirit. He still looks much like a human aside from the color. Give it enough time, however, and the child’s appearance will shift to reflect his newfound nature.

“Am I dead?” The child blurts out.

“Not in the slightest.” Logan reassures. The child does not look reassured despite this, “Now come, I know someone who will take good care of you.”

“B-but I thought, you’d--” The child stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh no, I’m terrible with children. I promise that you will be quite safe with him.” Logan says, blinking out the dizzying nausea. He frowns in distaste. Maintaining a physical presence is annoying and draining. This is why he seldoms ventures out to the physical realm if he can help it.

“Now shall we?” Logan asks, shouting over the blizzard at this point. Virgil huddles closer, burying his head into Logan’s robes, away from the roaring blizzard. Logan’s robes become wet with tears. Logan places a tentative hand on the child’s back. \

Then he pulls both of them away--their physical forms dissolving completely. They reappear in a dwelling in the depths of the astral realm. A calamity of voices greets them. A kind, older one overlaid by two energetic young ones.

“--you two shouldn’t go off without permiss--”

“Logey, Logey!” The two young voices say in unison, as a set of green and red blurs come dashing towards Logan’s direction. The green one looks human enough except for their bottom half made up of swishing, swirling tentacles. The red one sports shimmery see-through wings and insectoid eyes.

The child presses closer to Logan, his heart rate accelerating by a substantial amount. In response, Logan draws his limbs around to shield Virgil while holding one hand out in warning. He supposes new faces, especially inhuman ones, is frightening for the young child.

“Remus, Roman,” He says, breathing labored, “I ask we forgo the usual hug-tackle just this once.”

The saplings stop short, their faces flashing with confusion. One of them opens his mouth to protest, but a blue pair of hands with talon-like nails rest on each of their shoulders.

“Logan, what’s going on?” Patton asks, “shouldn’t you be slumbering still?”

Logan doesn’t answer him at first. He glances down, craning his neck towards Virgil. “Would you like to meet my friend?” He whispers lowly. Virgil tightens his grip on Logan’s robes but nods. Satisfied, Logan draws his limbs back, revealing the child to Patton and the saplings. Twin gasps erupt from Remus and Roman.

“This is Virgil.” Logan informs them, “Virgil, this is Patton and his sons--”

“I’m Remus and this is Stinky!” Remus says, thrusting his thumb towards his brother.

“No I’m NOT! My name’s Roman!” Roman shrieks, his indignation however is quickly forgotten as he holds out a hand towards Virgil, “Hey you want to play knights and dragons? You and I can be the knights!”

“No fair! I want him to be a dragon with me!” Remus stomps his foot. Roman glares back and it seemed like the two were on the verge of a wrestling match when a tentative voice speaks up.

“Can I...can I be a dragon knight?”

Remus and Roman stare at Virgil, who mostly hidden himself behind Logan at this point. Just a purple tuft of hair and eyes are visible.

“That’s...that’d be cool!” The twins say in unison. It’s times like then that Logan is reminded they were once one; Romulus. Once a highly respected river spirit until humans’ actions caused him to split and reform anew.

“Why don’t you three go along and play in the fort? Logan and I have some things to discuss.” Patton suggests, smiling brightly. Too bright. Logan withholds a shudder.

Remus and Roman don’t protest, too excited at the prospect of a new playmate. Roman extends a hand towards Virgil, who looks up at Logan in askance.

“Well, go on.” Logan raises an eyebrow, “it is alright.”

Virgil takes Roman’s hand and the three are gone in a blink of an eye. So has Patton’s smile.

“Logan--what have you done?”

“What do you mean?” Logan deflects, gritting his teeth. He extends a few limbs, looking for something to steady himself with. A warm pair of arms steady him, guiding him to a chair. Trust Patton to help even in the midst of being upset.

“Don’t. Not right now. Virgil--he is a part of you, I can sense it. But he isn’t--”

“The human village near my forest sent him as a sacrifice.”

Patton almost lets go of him, “You didn’t!”

“Of course not,” Logan rolls his eyes as he sits down in the chair with a grunt, “but I couldn’t send him back there or leave him completely alone to die. Humans can’t survive our realm, you know this. Integrating his soul as a part of me was the only option.”

“And the village?”

“I’ve taken care to make sure they get what they justifiably deserve.” Logan answers, closing his eyes as he shares a vision with Patton.

For a fleeting second, he sees flashes of the forest marching among the white visage of a raging blizzard. Flickers of drab buildings caught in gnarled branches being torn apart. A hundred voices screaming in terror.

He opens his eyes and sees Patton again. The air spirit regards him with raised eyebrows and a small frown tugging at his lips. Not quite approval, nor disapproval.

“You plan to look after Virgil, then?”

“No, of course not,” Logan says, “I thought that was rather obvious. You are good with saplings--I am not. Besides you are always saying how it’d be nice to have around a peer Roman’s and Remus’ age for their benefits.”

As to prove his point, several delighted laughter echoes from the children in the distance. Logan smirks, satisfied. He rises from his chair, desperate to return to his winter slumber, when Patton pushes him back into it. He is embarrassed that it was more of a gentle shove than anything else.

“Logan, you can’t just--you have a responsibility to Virgil! He is of you now, if you leave--it’ll be detrimental to both of you. Remember when Romul--when Remus and Roman first came into being, if separated it caused them--”

“This is different. I made sure to account for that,” Logan snaps, “Please Patton, could you at least watch over him until--”

Logan stops abruptly as a pain burrows into him. After centuries of existence, Logan has experienced pain, both great and minimal. But he was not prepared for this type of pain. The aching, spluttering kind. He could not breathe. It was like he was drowning and being burned alive at the same time. But it isn’t oxygen he needs. It’s something else. And every second he isn’t reunited with this something, the pain only continues to worsen.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Something’s wrong--”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“--hurt--”

Something is deposited onto his lap. A shaking, quivering Virgil. Who Logan had promised would be safe here. Not writhing in pain. Logan gathers his limbs around the child tightly. A low rumble like trees creaking in the wind emanates from Logan. A lullaby that forest spirits know well. A human might find it frightening. It does not frighten Virgil. He can feel the child relaxing in his hold, cries quietening. Virgil is not human anymore, after all. The pain ebbs away but still Logan’s focus remains on Virgil.

“Are you alright now?” Logan asks.

Virgil nods, hesitating. “I’m sorry.”

Logan’s many eyes blink in confusion. He looks over to Patton and the twins, who he’d almost forgotten. Patton’s lips are pressed firmly together in a signature “I told you so” move. He is missing his usual gleam in his eyes, however. His gaze darts between Logan and Virgil before landing solidly on Logan. It doesn’t take him long to decipher what that means.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Logan asks Virgil.

“I did something bad--didn’t I? And you punished me so that’s why I--”

“No,” Logan cuts in, causing the child to jolt, “you did not do anything wrong. I should be apologizing to you. I inadvertently caused harm to you when I promised safety.”

“You mean it?” Virgil asks, his little eyes squinting up at Logan. There’s so much wariness and mistrust in those eyes. Too much for a child as young as Virgil.

“I do. I apologize for causing further harm to befall you. While it hadn’t been my intention, it still hurt you and so I take responsibility for it.” Logan tells him, bowing his head. It is a serious matter when spirits break a promise. He cannot blame the young sapling if he chooses to not to accept his apology. Especially after the hurt Virgil has already endured in his short lifespan.

Logan is as old as the forest. He has seen many things and knows twice that of things in the world. Still, nothing quite prepares him for Virgil’s response.

“Okay,” The child says, and then, “promise you won’t leave me?”

He raises his head to look at Virgil. Doubt still dances in those little eyes, but so does hope. Logan wants to laugh. What a stubborn, brave thing to have. He’s still willing to trust Logan even though he’d broken his promise not even a hour after making it. It’s illogical, foolish yet heartwarming all the same.

“As long as the forest stands tall, I will be with you.” Logan promises, a much more serious oath than the first.

Then a small smile graces Virgil’s face and oh! Oh, for all his infinite wisdom, Logan does not know how to raise a sapling. How could he, when he had no mother tree? No one to nurture and nourish him as a young, vulnerable sapling? But he knows Virgil already has him wrapped around his roots. That upon sensing the child at his tree, his fate at once had been sealed.

For once not knowing something does not agitate him. In fact, as he wraps a limb over the child in a loose embrace, he thinks he does not mind it.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #kat writes

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mad-who-ra · 4 years

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Countless Nights

Post Azkaban! Sirius x Reader

Sirius Black deserves all the love in the world, fight me.

You can send me requests in my asks. ♥️

Warnings : Angst, some fluff

Word count : 2006

...

“Moony, hey!” I said as soon as I opened the door. Remus stood there, his hands in the pockets of the coat, but the look on his face was different than usual.

“How are you?” He asked, not making a move to get in the house. It was late November. The wind was chilly at eleven in the evening.

“Uh, cold?” I said.

“Y/N, I do not want you to panic.” He said in a cautious voice.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart sinking already.

“It’s Sirius.” He said.

“Oh my god, is he okay?” I asked, tears slipping out of my eyes within a second. Thousands of thoughts rushed through my mind and I hated to even think about him being dead in Azkaban. I would throw the ministry over. I would kill everyone. Slaughter them all.

“Remus, is he okay?” I asked again, my voice strained.

He took a step back and something moved in the corner of my eyes. He stood in front of my door. I held my breath as I took him in. Matted hair, filled with dirt. He had lost a lot of weight. Skin on his face stretched over his bones. His clothes were torn and his eyes, oh stars, his gorgeous stormy grey eyes that I had fallen in love with, had lost their spark.

I choked out a sob at the sight, throwing myself at him. He steadied us, even in this state. I wrapped my hand around his neck and he hugged me back, just as tightly. So tightly that I couldn’t breathe. And I was not complaining. I sobbed into his chest, holding onto him tighter if that was even possible.

I felt his painful grip over my torso and damn I needed to feel that pain.

I slid down to the ground with him, both of us crying like it was the end of the world. Like the long lost lovers that we were. I had missed him. For last twelve years. Uncountable times, the memories became too much to bear. With James and Lily gone and with Sirius in Azkaban, everything was unbearable. Many times, I thought may be I should just end it all. And Remus had stopped me.

After a while, when we ran out of tears and calmed down a little, I pulled back to look at him. I cupped his face in my hands and I could see tears streaming down his eyes. I closed my eyes feeling him near me. Right there, with me.

“Sirius.” I said, it came out strained.

“Y/N.” His voice was hoarse.

“Oh my god, I missed you. I missed you so much.” I cried.

“So did I, love. So did I.” He said, tears pooling back into his eyes.

“Let’s get you inside.” I said, getting up from the ground and helping him up.

Remus was already gone.

I closed the door behind us. Sirius stood in the hallway looking at everything.

“How about, you go get cleaned up, baby and I will get you some fresh clothes and put on some tea?” I asked, still not being able to gather my emotions.

He nodded.

“The bathroom is to the left, up the stairs.” I pointed, “Do you want me to help you up?”

I still had no idea how much strength he had left.

“I can get there.” He said, touching my hair lightly.

“Okay.” I nodded, biting my lips.

He turned around and walked up. I stared at him until he was out of sight. It was him. It was really him. He was out of the prison. And he was here. He was safe and that is all that mattered.

I took out some of his old clothes I had in the closet. I had cleaned them all up and just, it was like he never left. I kept his things around. All of them. I used his hoodies and sweatshirts sometimes. Sometimes cried myself to sleep with them or in the beginning when I had panic attacks, they were of great help.

I placed them on the bed and walked back to the kitchen. I put on his favourite tea that I still buy for myself sometimes and a few cookies that we both liked. Stars, that boy needed to eat.

I paced in the kitchen, after I had poured us the tea. I couldn’t sit still. He was here, right? I hadn’t imagined it all? I wasn’t going crazy.

As if an answer to my question, he walked into kitchen in the sweats and a black tee.

“Hey.” He smiled. His hair were wet and he looked fresher and cleaner.

“Hey.” I said, softly. I was afraid, one wrong word and it would break him. I had so many questions.

“It smells nice.” He said.

“Chamomile.” I nodded.

He smiled, sitting on the chair at the glass table.

I sat beside him. He reached for the cup and took a sip. I stared at him. He was so weak. And it hurt to see him like that. But at least he was here now.

“Baby, don’t look at me like I am some bomb about to go off.” He said, putting the cup down, “I am still Sirius. Your Sirius.”

“How are you?” I asked.

“Fresh clothes, warm water, hot tea and you. I have never been better in past twelve years.” He said.

“Good, good. You will be way better than this in next few days.” I said.

He nodded.

“When did you get out?” I asked.

“A week ago.” He said.

“A week?” I asked, surprised.

“It’s a long story. I got here as soon as I could.” He said.

“I believe you.” I said, placing my hand over his. He entwined our fingers, his thumb lightly caressing the back of my palm.

“Did you,” He cleared his throat, “Did you ever think that I was, uh-”

“What are you talking about, baby? No. Never.” I said, cutting him off.

“I really didn’t, Y/N. You know I couldn’t.” He said, as tears threatened to spill out again.

“I know, Sirius. I know. Better than anyone. I know.” I said holding his hand tightly.

He nodded, not looking up.

“You know what?” I asked and he looked up, “Let’s not talk about this today. Or for next few weeks.”

He didn’t react, he just stared at me.

“Today, we will get some food and that hot tea in you and then tuck you in.” I said.

“Would you- do you- I jus-”

“Yes, I will sleep beside you. I am not going anywhere. I will be right there.” I said understanding his incoherent words and he sighed.

He looked like a child. A child seeking affection and warmth. He was scared, just as I was. But here, he had nothing to be scared of. I was not leaving him alone.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“Great, now that you are here.” I said, which was true.

“What did I miss in twelve years?” He asked.

“I will fill you in on it. Nothing important.” I said.

“I am sorry I wasn’t there when you lost your best friend.” He said.

“They were our best friends.” I replied, “And it’s not even your fault.”

He nodded.

“I see you still have my clothes.” He smiled.

“Of course I do.” I said, “I have many more things that belong to you.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it.

“I have missed you, Padfoot. More than you can imagine.”

“I could see.” He said, a slight smirk adorning his lips.

It made me smile wider than his complete infamous smirk ever has. There still was a trace of that Sirius inside him and that was more comforting than I thought it would be.

“I wasn’t the only one sobbing.” I retorted.

“Yeah, well.” He chuckled, taking the cup again.

The whole time, I did not take my eyes off of him. He never stopped looking my way. We threw in a few words sometimes, but other than that, we fell into a comfortable silence. Just enjoying each other’s presence. He kept touching me somehow, my hair, face, my fingers. Those touches were feather light, merely there but they meant more than anything to both of us.

When we were done, I held his hand leading him to the bedroom without another word. It was a struggle to keep my tears at bay every time I looked at him or heard his voice or touched his skin. It was the same for him, maybe worse.

He got into the bed, I lifted the covers, getting under them after switching off the lights.

“It feels good to sleep on a bed.” He said.

“It is about to feel better, with me cuddling you.” I said, smiling.

“I don’t doubt it.” He extended his hand, inviting me into his embrace.

I moved closer to him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped the hand around my waist and I sighed. I held him tightly, and kept my eyes wide open.

“I am scared, Sirius.” I muttered.

“Of what, love?” He asked.

“What if I wake up in the morning and this is all just a dream?”

“If it is, I will wake up in the morning and you will be the dream.”

“I am real.”

“So am I.”

“I have waited so long for this.” I said, my voice cracking.

“I know.”

“We both have.”

He did not say anything, only his grip tightened around me.

“I love you, Sirius.” I said, looking up at him.

“Do you, still?” He asked, fear clear in his voice.

“Yes, oh god, yes. I never stopped.”

He let out a sharp breath.

“I love you, too, Y/N. Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I never would.” I said, softly kissing him. His lips were just like I remembered, maybe a bit rough. But that did not matter. He made me feel the same way. My heart leapt and same shivers ran down my spine at his mere touch. I was so in love with this man. This man who was broken and never thought he was deserved anything. When the truth was he deserved everything, all the love in the world. And I would spend the rest of the days of my life proving that to him if I had to.

I heard his heart beating in his chest. The warmth of his body that I had craved so much. There were still many unanswered questions, many things to talk about and tell him. But that all could wait. We had years and countless nights now.

#marauders #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #sirius black #padfoot #angst #fluff #sirius deserves all the love in the world

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lonelyyinchicago · 3 years

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giving sirius the childhood he deserves part 1

sirius stood facing his wardrobe as in his towel as he picked out a soft cotton shirt.

“is this one okay?”

remus didn’t look up from his book as he answered.

“yeah.”

“you didn’t even look.”

remus shrugged - “you make everything look good.”

sirius nodded in agreement as he finished the top button.

remus’ hand wandered around sirius’ neck to undo the top two buttons from the back of the motorcycle. sirius’ head dipped slightly into the contact and gently kissed remus’ fingers.

as remus reached up to knock on the front door, sirius stepped back slightly. remus turned around, his expression soft.

“you okay, hmm?”

sirius smiled widely as hope lupin opened the door, leaving remus with no answer.

“evening honey, dinner won’t be long.”

remus nodded and brushed past his mother, entering the living room to catch up with his dad.

“do you err need a hand?” sirius asked as he was left alone in the hall with hope.

she smiled warmly up at him, shaking her head.

“would you like a drink?”

“no thanks, i’m driving.”

“you do know that non-alcoholic drinks do exist” she joked.

sirius grinned as he picked up a tea towel and began to empty the draining board, opening the right cupboards first time to put the clean dishes away.

“oh you can leave that dear; let’s go eat.”

sirius followed her out of the kitchen to the table where lyall and remus were engrossed in conversation. as hope piled up all four plates with homemade pie and mash, remus turned to face his boyfriend, connecting their ankles under the table.

after the plates had been wiped clean with a soft loaf of white farmhouse bread, sirius and remus headed for the front door. hope followed them to the bike, handing remus a small container. remus smiled at his parents as they waved him off with sirius.

“errr remus . .” sirius ventured, “why has your mum given us a load of mouldy bread?”

“look at it - it’s in small pieces, so why do you think.”

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking.”

remus stopped and looked up in the mirror to make eye contact with his boyfriend.

“you really don’t know?”

“NO!” sirius exploded. “i don’t fucking get it. do i put it in the bin?”

remus moved closer, reaching out to hold sirius’ hands, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“it’s for the ducks, love.”

“ducks? what ducks? we don’t have any ducks.”

“no - the ones in the park. it’s to feed them with.”

“did you umm- did you do that a lot with your mum?” sirius asked quietly, dropping his head slightly.

“hey, we’ll go tomorrow okay?” remus wrapped his arms around the smaller man, whose shoulders had begun to shake.

sirius sniffed and looked up, his smile slowly growing.

—

“remus? remus wake up! we’re going to feed the ducks today!”

remus’ hand rose to his eyes as sirius ripped open the curtains. his head flopped back onto his pillow as sirius yanked him out of the bed. remus grimaced, but accepted the cup of coffee as he slowly put his shoes on.

as they entered the small wood, sirius slipped his hand into remus’, his fingers moving across the back of his hand.

“here you go” remus said, handing the pot of bread to his boyfriend, who was balancing on a rock in the shallow part of the lake.

as soon as the first bit of bread hit the water the birds surrounded him. he giggled as a smaller duckling hopped onto the rock next to him.

“remus” he whispered, twisting around, “look how close it is to me!”

remus nodded, watching from the bridge half a metre away. he made his way towards sirius slowly, a soft look on his face. sirius blushed as he felt remus’ legs against his back.

“you ready to leave? we could go get coffee.”

“okay - there’s no bread left anyway.”

interlocking their fingers once again, sirius rested his head on remus’ shoulder, his spare hand wrapping higher up around remus’ arm. remus lowered his head on top of his boyfriend’s.

sirius stepped away, looking around the empty woodland.

“thank you for today.”

remus leant down to kiss sirius’ nose, whose eyes fluttered at the soft contact.

“remus?”

“yeah.”

“what else did i miss out on?”

remus’ eyebrows moved closer together briefly, trying to ignore the crack that was appearing in his heart.

“ummm-”

“oh come on; be honest.”

“i-umm. have you been to the beach or had a birthday cake? becaus-”

remus stopped when he noticed the colour change in sirius’ cheeks.

“hey hey” remus closed the gap between their bodies once again. “we’ll do it, i promise you.”

“okay” sirius mumbled into remus’ shirt, “okay.”

remus removed the empty container from sirius’ hand and wrapped his arms around his neck, his lips pressed tightly into sirius’ temple.

“come on, let’s go home.”

all the way home sirius refused to let go of remus, his grip tightening as they passed the bakery.

“we’ll do it, love, we will.”

“yeah.”

“hey.” remus met sirius’ darkened eyes. “listen to me, we’re going to do it. fuck this. let’s not go home - we’re going to the supermarket, we’re going to buy snacks and we’re going to watch the lion king.”

sirius didn’t have time to register remus’ words before he was striding away into the town centre.

“the lion what?”

remus extended his hand without answering.

“you’re going to love it.” remus paused. “well . . most of it.”

“what does that mean?” sirius asked, clinging onto his boyfriend as he rushed down one of the aisles.

“stop.”

remus was dragged back as sirius stopped suddenly.

“can we get more bread? f-for the ducks i mean?” his voice losing confidence.

“of course.”

remus watched as a smile spread across his boyfriend’s face, and couldn’t help but join him in his happiness.

#harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius x remus #remus x sirius

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tumbledfreckles · 3 years

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Absorption

A Chem-verse Blackinnon Drabble, based off the events leading to James saying this in the pub:

"Hi, Marlene, nice to see you again. With clothes on, too. Lovely."

You can read All About the Chemistry here

"I'm hungry."

"Already? We only just finished."

Marlene opened one eye to glare at Sirius across the pillows. From her half prone position, she didn't present the threatening figure she normally would, but she hoped the effect would carry.

It didn't.

"I wasn't talking about you," she clarified, when he only continued to wiggle his eyebrows in the wake of her stern look. "I'm actually hungry. For food."

"Should have known. Of course I've left you satisfied in other hungers," Sirius caressed the thigh that draped over his hip. His touch lit a path of sensation that almost distracted her from the current goal.

Almost.

"Do you have any? Food that is," Marlene nudged her toe into his calf before he could make another joke.

"Maybe," Sirius was quiet, stroking her hip as he thought. "Remus definitely had some biscuits that he bought only yesterday. Shouldn't have eaten them yet. I know he had chocolate too and that normally goes first."

"Anything a bit more healthy?"

"Jesus, you're fussy, woman," his hand on her breast made a mockery of his incensed tone. "Ummm, Peter bought some grapes, I think. Always trying to lose weight."

"He won't miss them?" Marlene's back arched, pushing herself more into the pleasant touch.

"Well, considering he ordered a pizza for dinner when he got home, I think not," Sirius' voice was muffled, his lips now pressed into the curve of her neck.

"Sounds great," Marlene gasped, an involuntary reaction as the hand on her hip slid lower. "Can you go get them?"

"I'm busy," he nipped at the soft skin behind her ear. "If you hadn't noticed."

"You can continue once you've got me my nourishment," she encouraged, even as her hips bucked into her hand. "And it's not like you can continue if I'm not here."

"True," he acknowledged, his hand reaching her centre. "But I can't do this, if I'm not here."

"A great point," Marlene's body betrayed her, hunger for him taking over. She reached for him. "But later, you'll go."

"Of course."

But much later, when they were both satisfied once more, he refused. Of course he did.

"You're the one who's hungry, still. Your more than satisfy me, love."

"Flattery will not get you of this. It's your place. You should go."

"I'm exhausted by my efforts."

"You are not, I know for a fact you could go another round in about five minutes."

"What are you, a sex prophet?"

"Maybe. But more like, a woman experienced in the ways of Sirius Black."

"And how lucky you are."

"Even luckier once I get some food to go with the great sex he provides."

"You know where the kitchen is."

"Sirius," she made his name last several extra syllables as she whined.

"Just go. You could have been there and back and eaten half the biscuits in this time."

"I could also be eating them if you'd gone too."

"No one’s even here, it's not like you need to put clothes on."

"Chivalry is so dead right now."

"I ain't no gentleman, McKinnon, you know that," the suck on her neck and the rough squeeze of her bottom added emphasis to his point.

She wouldn't tell him how much it turned her on.

Unfortunately, he knew her body well enough by now to tell, anyway.

"Prat," she mumbled as he grinned wickedly.

"As if it's not why you're here."

God help her, why did she have to be attracted to the bad boys?

Not that he was as bad as his leather jacket and dishevelled appearance made him look. Far from it, really. Marlene might have gone into this for the sex, but she hadn't missed how sweet and caring he could be too.

Sometimes.

Not now, apparently.

"Fine," she huffed, making a big show of shoving him off her and getting off the bed. "But I'm not sharing."

"Fair enough," he watched her head for the door, predatory gaze in his eyes to the last. "But I reserve the right to try and change your mind when you get back."

Marlene rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that formed as she opened the door. She darted through it before he could see.

Stepping lightly, but hearing no noise through the flat, she made her way to the kitchen. It didn't take long to locate the grapes in the fridge, but she had to hunt through various cupboards to find Remus' stash.

"Biscuits, biscuits," she muttered to herself, moving blocks of chocolate and bags of pasta. "Where the fuck does he keep them?"

"Right at the back, to try stop us taking them."

"Thanks," Marlene reached up on her toes and located a family sized packet of tim tams before she froze.

The voice behind her wasn't Sirius's.

She fell back, landing heavily on her heels. Turning slowly, using the chocolate bickies to cover her chest, she faced the speaker.

James lay on the couch, phone held above him in one hand, the other balancing a glass of juice. His face was turned away from her, focused on his screen.

"How long have you been there?" Marlene asked, glad of the kitchen island between them, hiding her pantless state.

"Came home during your last round, I think," he still didn't look at her, and she was glad, as her cheeks flamed with heat. "Hi Marlene."

"Hullo James," she went to gesture at her biscuits but realised she probably shouldn't move. "I, uh, got hungry."

"Sounded like you two were working up quite the appetite," he nodded blandly, as if they were discussing the weather. "Don't let me keep you."

"Oh, er, right," she held the grapes in front of her, and made sure the biscuits were adequately in front of her chest. They didn't cover much, but at least her nipples weren't on display. "I'll just, uh, get back then."

She sidestepped her way to the door leading to the passage. A slow process given she had to keep everything covered and check that James wasn't looking. He didn't so much as blink in her direction, and she consoled herself that he'd probably only seen her bum through the whole affair.

That was okay. She had quite a good bum.

"Hey Marlene," James said casually when she was almost into the passage.

"Yeah?"

"Next time make Sirius get the snacks. Those grapes might actually cover him."

She didn't even check if he was still looking at his phone, just turned and fled the scene. Sirius jumped in fright as she flung his bedroom door back open and threw the biscuits at him.

"You absolute jerk," she gave him a shove as she landed on the bed, pulling the duvet around her waist.

"What happened?" He asked, packet already open on his lap, tim tam half crunched.

"James was home. He bloody saw him rooting through your cupboards starkers," she pulled the bickie from his hand. "Oi, these are mine."

"Huh. Sorry. That must have been the door I heard earlier," Sirius didn't bother with the pack of biscuits again, swiping some grapes instead.

"You could have mentioned that."

"But then you wouldn't have got the food. And I was so hungry," his puppy dog eyes were so ridiculously out of place on his face that Marlene felt herself softening despite her annoyance. And her embarrassment. It was a definite hearty mix of both.

"You absolute jerk," she pulled the food out of his reach, shuffling across the bed for her own private party. "That's even worse."

Sirius growled softly at the loss of both his food and Marlene. The mattress dipped as he crawled across it, moving behind her. "What about if I make up to you?"

"I'm listening," she continued to savour the chocolate that melted off the biscuit in her mouth.

Instead of words of apology, pleads of forgiveness, instead lips pressed against her shoulder. Breath whispered along her neck. Goosebumps erupted of her skin, following the trail of his long, fingers.

"I'll get the food next time," he promised, tugging at her earlobe until she leant back into him.

"You better," Marlene muttered, not quite ready to let him off the hook. "Poor James, he'll be traumatised."

"Jealous, more like," Sirius snickered as he reclaimed his hold on her breast. "With this thing between him and your mate, it's probably the most action he's had in weeks."

"True," Marlene extended her neck to land a kiss on his jaw, the rough stubble scratching at her lips. "Lucky we don't have that problem."

"Very lucky," Sirius agreed, using the angle to claim her lips. "Very lucky indeed."

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If you're still accepting prompts: include the words screamed, ghost, and green but make it fluff? (I don't know if this is the sort of prompt you were looking for but I love reversal challenges myself and thihfhr you might too?) I love your writing!

I am 100% sure this is not at all what you were expecting, but I hope this works azdxgdcsgxz. I present: How October 31, 1981 should have gone.

There were two loud knocks on the front door.

Lily grinned, hastily finished hanging the bat decorations, shoved her wand into her robes and opened the door. Just outside stood Sirius, Remus, and another, who she assumed must have been Regulus.

Sirius immediately engulfed her in a tight hug, which she eagerly returned. Remus hugged them both, too, knocking Lily and Sirius off balance so that they both had to stabilize themselves against the doorframe. Lily laughed, not at all surprised to find tears in her eyes.

“It’s so good to see you!” She was practically bouncing with excitement. Ever since Lily, James, and Harry had gone into hiding they rarely had visitors. Sirius had visited once a few weeks ago, but she hadn’t seen Remus in months. It was so, so wonderful to see her best friends again.

Sirius sniffed, blinking a few times in rapid succession. “It’s good to see you, too.”

Lily smiled even wider as Remus nudged Sirius with his elbow and Sirius shot him a nasty look. Merlin, she had missed their stupid antics.

Remembering once more that she was, in fact, hosting a party, Lily turned towards Sirius’ brother and extended her hand. “Regulus, right?”

Regulus nodded and gripped her hand lightly. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“I’m glad you could come.” Her attention shifted to the platter of ghost-shaped cookies with frosting and sprinkles in his other hand. She had to keep from laughing at how utterly adorable they were. “Did you bake cookies for us?”

“I did, actually,” Remus said. That was no surprise—Remus had always had a talent for baking. Especially when it came to chocolate. In fact, she was a little disappointed he hadn’t made his brownie recipe.

“Yeah, Reg just got stuck with carrying them,” Sirius mentioned. He reached up towards his brother’s hair, but Regulus quickly swatted his hand away. Sirius stuck his tongue out at him.

Lily was smiling so much at this point her cheeks hurt. She couldn’t be more happy that Sirius had reconnected with his brother after Regulus joined the Order. Apparently Regulus’ years working with the death eaters had merely been to learn Voldemort’s weaknesses, and after a near-death experience, he had actually managed to weaken Voldemort significantly. Lily still didn’t fully understand what exactly ‘horcruxes’ were, but in the past year Regulus had been able to destroy all of them, leaving Voldemort no more invulnerable than anyone else.

“Well, come in, then,” Lily said. The three followed her inside and Lily set the platter of cookies on the counter. She quickly re-cast the caterwauling charm around the house.

“Peter couldn’t make it?” Remus asked.

“No, he said he was busy,” Lily said. “It’s really too bad. I even bought these gross rat decorations for him.” She paused. “I’m really not sure why James hasn’t made his grand appearance yet, but I suppose he will eventually.”

Less than a second after she said that she felt a tickling sensation on the back of her neck, and a sharp “Boo!” was whispered into her ear.

Lily screamed.

The room erupted in laughter, including Harry’s high squeal coming from behind her.

Lily whipped around, only to find that there was no one there. She scowled and grasped onto the invisibility cloak, yanking it off of her husband and son. “James Potter, you absolute f—” She glanced towards Harry, wide-eyed and smiling in his dad’s arms. “Absolutely unpleasant person.”

James grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “Happy Halloween.”

She was tempted to flip him off, but she had already missed her chance. He and Sirius were hugging each other so tightly and smiling so wide that she was certain they would suffocate to death and be perfectly happy about it. Thankfully Remus had had the sense to take Harry before he could get crushed.

Eventually the two sat down, and Sirius started playing with Harry, who was happily curled into Remus’ chest. Lily perched on the arm of the couch, still clutching the invisibility cloak so James couldn’t startle her for a third time that day.

James wiped a tear from his eye and laughed. “So how have you been?”

And thus the usual chaos ensued.

Their conversation lasted hours, regularly interrupted by fits of laughter. Lily had laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe too many times to count. She grabbed a cookie and a small plate. Halloweens at Hogwarts had been wonderful, but this had to be their best Halloween yet, if only because of how much she had missed her friends.

And then the screaming started.

Lily stiffened and made eye contact with James. It was the caterwauling charm that Dumbledore had taught them.

He’s here.

“Take Harry and run! We’ll hold him off!”

Lily stared at James for less than a second longer, then stood and threw the invisibility cloak over herself. She would do absolutely no such thing.

“Lily? Lily!”

She ran to the door, flung it open, and rushed outside, wand drawn. She and James had already encountered Voldemort thrice before. She knew his style. He could be fast when he wanted, but when he was sure he had the upper hand, he was slow, a creature made of pure intimidation, to frighten his prey so much they could do nothing in response.

That tactic would be his downfall.

If what Regulus claimed was true, then Voldemort was just as vulnerable to magic as she was. And with the invisibility cloak, she had the advantage.

She aimed towards his chest, and muttered the curse—consequences be damned.

A flash of green light.

Voldemort’s body hit the ground.

Lily didn’t bother to check if he was dead—he wasn’t the type to fake. Instead, she peeled off the cloak and walked back inside.

Everyone’s jaw hung open. Well, everyone except Harry, who was smiling wider than she had seen in a while.

Lily just shrugged and bit into her cookie. “Happy Halloween.”

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Princess Part 11

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 10

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

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Regulus sat watching Emma’s feeble attempt at seducing him with an amused smile on his face. This had to be one of the most laughable moments that he had in some time. When Emma batted her eyes at him for the fiftieth time, Regulus knew that he had to put a stop to the charade before he started laughing and missed a chance at being an ass.

“Do you have something in your eye?”

Emma’s smile fell as an annoyed expression went over her face. She expected Regulus to take the bait. Why wouldn’t he? Emma was, after all, a pureblood girl from a good family. She hadn’t betrayed him. Why wouldn't he be interested in her? Maybe she should have just taken her top off as she had originally planned or kissed Regulus? Guys seemed to have a hard time saying no to her when her clothes were off or her lips were on theirs. Regulus would probably be no different.

“Are you serious, Regulus?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow with a smirk. He had the perfect response to annoy the slut a little further.

“No, that’s my brother. I figured that you would know who you are trying to very poorly seduce. Just a heads up...Remus Lupin will probably have something to say about you trying to steal his boyfriend.”

It took all that Regulus had to keep his calm cool composure when Emma’s mouth dropped.

“I do not want Sirius! I want you!”

Regulus picked his book back up and went back to the place that he had stopped reading.

“Well, go make me a sandwich or something.”

Emma stomped her foot before crossing the room and taking the book away from Regulus. He gave her an annoyed scowl before crossing his arms over his chest.

“I want you to pay attention to me.”

“People in hell want ice water.”

Regulus calmly replied as Emma became angrier.

“I don’t get it! Why would you not want me? I’m beautiful….perfect….”

Regulus held a hand up.

“I’m going to stop you right there. First off, you aren’t perfect. You’re a selfish snooty bitch who was never told no enough. Second, Evan isn’t even cold in his grave and you are throwing yourself at me knowing that I am engaged to your best friend. I think that you need to go look up the definition of a best friend. You should also know that I am very hard to please and nothing about you does anything for me. Now, the door is over there. Go see yourself out.”

Emma furiously picked her coat up before storming to the door. Regulus didn’t bother looking at her as he gave her a sassy little wave.

“You’ll regret this!”

Emma snapped before slamming the door behind her. Regulus chuckled. Was he supposed to be afraid of her or something? Not a chance...

“Foolish girl. You know nothing of my power.”

(meanwhile)

You sat at your desk looking over some files that Mr. Crouch asked you to catalog. The door opening and closing didn’t pull you away from your work. You were used to people always coming and going so someone coming in was nothing new. It wasn’t until you heard Emma’s voice did you look up.

“Hello, Y/n.”

“Hello, Emma.”

You replied as she sat down in a chair across from your desk. It had been months since you had spoken a word to your “best friend.” You had begun to question just what Emma actually was to you. Out of all of your friends, it was only Melissa that seemed to not fall off the planet when the relationship with Regulus failed. Melissa didn’t care less what was going on with Regulus. She took the time to explain...

“I care about you. I want to see you happy. Clearly, you aren’t happy without him but by the words that he said to you...he may not be good for you. If you decide to patch things up, however, I will still be here for you.”

Emma never took two seconds to ask if you were okay or to check-in. You weren’t even invited to her wedding to your own damned cousin. Emma’s intentions were very clear. She was only your friend to make herself look better.

“So, the rumors are true. You are working for Barty’s father. Aren’t you embarrassed to work for a man that would lock up his own son?”

Leaning back in your chair, you fought back the urge to tell her to go fuck herself.

“The evidence against him was too damning. Just like if your husband was alive there would be enough to lock him up to.”

Emma’s smile turned even icier.

“I guess the same could be said about your fiance. I heard that Regulus charmed you again. It seems that he doesn't really care about his reputation anymore. Dating a blood traitor doesn’t seem like a very wise thing to do. What’s going on with the Black family?”

You swallowed back the burning rage that was beginning to build.

“If you’ve come to insult me it isn’t working. It's funny how you used to love to be in my presence now you are acting like you are better than me. I hate to break it to you, Emma, there is nothing better about you. Lucky for me, I got to see a lot better views on the world than what was shoved down your throat. It's probably best that you leave.”

Emma stood up.

“Regulus will tire of you eventually. He wants the spoiled princess that he fell in love with. This whole Y/n the social justice warrior...it won’t do you any good. He’ll want a girl like me and I think you know that. He and I would make a good couple.”

The taunt shook you to your core. It was the worry that you had in the back of your mind. What if Regulus decided to go back to the old ways? What if he decided that your new-found personal growth was going in the opposite direction of what he was going in? Would you be able to stand back and watch him leave you for someone like Emma?

“In your dreams. Hell would freeze over before Regulus became interested in you.”

You replied as Emma smiled coyly.

“You aren’t good enough for him anymore and I think deep down you know it too.”

Emma didn’t wait for you to reply before walking out without another word.

Emma’s words plagued your thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. Did she really think that you weren't good enough for Regulus? If so, the better question was why did you care? Maybe it was the fact that you had grown up thinking Emma was your best friend? Best friends didn’t do each other that way.

It seemed like all of your best friends were falling apart. Evan was dead. Barty Crouch Jr was in prison. Severus Snape had gone to teach at Hogwarts and wouldn't answer any owls from his friends. Literally, the only people that you spoke to was Regulus and Melissa (when she was in town).

It all isn’t bad. Your friends now are much nicer.

That particular thought made you smile. A truer statement couldn’t have been said. Maybe there was some good that came out of the brief break up with Regulus. You had grown closer to Sirius which led to your now close friendship with Remus, James, and Lily.

You had considered calling Lily several times that afternoon and talking to her about what happened. She would probably have some excellent motherly advice to offer or she would sympathize with you. Lily always knew what to say when you needed help the most. Maybe this is what having “healthy” friends felt like.

Regulus looked up when you stepped into that afternoon. It didn’t take him knowing everything about you to know that something was bugging you.

“What’s wrong, love?”

You sat your bag down with a sigh.

“Enma is a bitch. I can't believe that I ever liked her.”

Regulus frowned a bit as he stood up to follow you into the kitchen.

“So was it tequila day down at Crouch's office?”

You poured a glass of water before turning to face your fiance. Did you tell him how you were feeling? It would go one of two ways. Regulus would get annoyed with you for even thinking that he would want someone like Emma or he would brush it off with a sarcastic comment.

“Emma came to see me today. It was the first time that I have spoken to her in 2 months. She took the time out of her busy schedule of eating bonbons and living off of my cousin’s money to come to tell me what a blood traitor that I am. She also seems to fancy you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes and limped over to you.

“I would rather die a virgin...if I was one. You have my v-card so it isn’t like she would be getting anything.”

“Very funny.”

You replied with a huff.

“I better go ahead and tell you so this doesn’t come back and bite me in the ass later. She came by here earlier. I assumed it was to get the stuff of Evan’s that I had. She tried, very poorly might I add, to seduce me.”

“What?”

You interrupted. Regulus quickly reached out and pulled you to him. His mouth was on yours silencing any chances of you throwing a fit. Putting a hand on the side of your face, Regulus didn’t move away from you. He wanted to preserve whatever kind of closeness that he could get.

“Nothing happened. I made a bunch of sassy snarky comments until she left. She made me want to vomit...my stomach still hurts.”

“What did she do?”

“Y/n...it doesn’t…”

You cut him off.

“Yes, it does! You’re my fiance, not hers.”

You pulled away and walked to the other side of the room. Picking up a dish, you started furiously washing the delicate china until the plate broke in half.

“Damn it.”

You as Regulus came over to join you. He took the two broken pieces of the plate and laid them on the counter. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and snuggled his face into the back of your neck.

“You should stop trying to clean things so we don’t run out of china. You’re right. I am your fiance...all yours. Princess, I don’t be mad. Why would I want Evan’s sloppy seconds? That’s gross.”

“That’s fair.”

You replied.

“I mean it, Y/n. I want nothing to do with her. I think it's best that we distance ourselves from our old friends. We have other things to worry about now and soon Voldemort is going to figure out what I did with the locket. Maybe lying low won’t be such a bad idea.”

You lay your head back against Regulus’ shoulder.

“What do you suggest we do?”

You asked. If the two of you were going to “lay low” you knew this meant taking an extended leave from work. Mr. Crouch would probably understand once you let him know fully what was going on. He was already aware that you were back with Regulus.

“As much as I don’t want to do this, maybe staying with Sirius for some time wouldn't be a horrible idea. It will be difficult. I’ve lived with my brother before and...god he’s annoying but he wants to help.”

“Sirius isn’t that bad anymore. He’s actually kind of funny.”

You replied, hoping to ease the tension that you felt in Regulus’ body. Regulus would never admit it to you but he really didn’t mind the idea of being near his brother. Sirius had saved him after all. If Sirius didn’t care, he never would have made sure that Regulus was put back together.

“Yeah, I suppose that he is. I’ll talk to Sirius about everything later. What about us?”

You turned in Regulus’ arms with a confused expression.

“What about us?”

Regulus gently lifted you onto the counter.

“I don’t want you mad at me.”

You reached out and pulled Regulus to you by his shirt. Running your fingers through his hair, you pulled him into a soft kiss.

“I’m not mad at you. I only wish that I could have seen you sass her.”

Regulus smiled against your mouth.

“I told her to shut up and make me a sandwich.”

You were both laughing over that one. That little comment probably got under Emma’s skin more than anything.

“I’m sure she loved that.”

Regulus nodded.

“She was thrilled. I’m sure she doesn’t want me now. She probably thinks that I just order you around like a servant. What can I do to make your day better, love?”

You immediately smiled.

“I want to be fucked now...if you’re up to it.”

Regulus bit his bottom lips before smiling up at you.

“I was asking for it this morning.”

Sliding off of the counter, you wrapped your hand around Regulus’ and tugged him into the bedroom. Regulus didn’t bother to kick the door closed behind him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Enjoying the closeness was as nice as having him inside of you. In your time apart, you had grown to treasure the small things in your relationship. It wasn’t all about sex anymore. It was about the simple things before sex...the way that Regulus held you, your face pressed in his neck, hearing the sound of his heart beating as your skin finally touched again.

“I can’t believe that it's been two months since I’ve touched you.”

Regulus commented as he tugged your dress over your head.

“Never again.”

He added. You only nodded. There was a lot more that you could say but you had a feeling that Regulus knew it. You could see it in his eyes.

“This means everything...you and I…”

You finally commented before beginning to unbutton his shirt. Regulus reached up to cup your face in his hands. He didn’t want you to look away from him.

“It does...you’re mine.”

The next kiss was soft and sultry for a moment before turning hungry and desperate.

“Love me like you do.”

You whispered against his lips. Regulus reached out and gently pushed you onto the bed.

“As you wish.”

You quickly wiggled your way out of the remaining bits of clothing that was still on your body. Laying back in the soft sheets, you watched with a pleased smile as Regulus undressed. The scars and bruises from that night in the cave were slowly disappearing from his body leaving Regulus’ body as you had known it.

Regulus moved to get on top of you but stopped when you sat up.

“No, lay down.”

You instructed. Regulus didn’t argue as you carefully placed a leg on either side of his body. You took extra care to not put too much weight on him. Even though Regulus said he was fine, you still wondered if he was just trying to act tough so you wouldn’t fuss over him?

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Hurry...I don’t want to wait. Two months has been long enough. I want to claim what is mine.”

Regulus sat up enough to yank your body down onto his. His mouth was back on yours before reaching between your bodies to slowly push in. Your head fell back with each inch that was pushed inside of you.

“Reggie.”

You sighed his name as his mouth latched onto your neck. He could mark you up for all that you cared.

“I could listen to you say my name for hours.”

Regulus groaned, trying to keep his mind on the slow steady pace that he was trying to keep. He wanted nothing more than to pin you down to the mattress and make rough love but today didn’t seem the time. You needed the soft romantic side of lovemaking (even if the slowness drove him crazy at points.) You were worth every moment of this. Besides, Regulus knew that he could win you back over to the rougher side of things as soon as his own body would permit it.

You closed your eyes, trying to hold onto whatever grip on reality that you had. When you could get the strength to open your eyes, you were relieved to see Regulus’ eyes were closed and an expression of sheer ecstasy was on his face. It was taking all that Regulus had to hold on. The way you gently ground your hips to match his slow, deep, penetrating thrusts was enough to make someone who hadn't been touched in two months want to fall apart.

“Close, Reggie.”

You managed to choke out as he nodded eagerly.

“Me too.”

The cascade of an orgasm was enough to make you want to sob in his arms.

“That’s it. Princess...that’s it.”

Regulus muttered like a prayer as he focused his thrusts at pushing you through each wave of what had to be one of the best orgasms of your life.

“Come, beautiful boy.”

You cooed, focusing your attention on pushing him over the edge. Pressing your lips back down to his, you poured whatever passion that you could give into the kiss. Regulus shuddered against your still convulsing body before finishing inside of you.

Neither of you could move for a few quiet moments. You were still gently kissing Regulus hoping to tease whatever you could out of him.

“I think we still have it.”

Regulus commented when you finally pulled away to snuggled back against his face. You didn’t argue when he pulled you back down against him.

“Like we ever lost it…”

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