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siriussslut · 9 months

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hi! can i ask for something with marlene ? maybe that her roommate!reader has an obvious crush on her and marls knowing that decides to tease her (change her clothes in the middle of a room, purposely forget to take her towel to the shower etc.) and that leads up to them having sex? it's my first request ever and i decided to send it because i'm tired of seeing so little marauders era girls content:( let our girlies have their moment!!

yes oh my god!!! the girls are in desperate need of more content. i’m always down to write for them so please please please don’t hesitate to request stuff for them! anyways hope you enjoy <33

warnings: masturbating, fingering, & squirting

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you pause the movie right at the beginning, and go back to your phone as you wait for marlene. she’d gotten home only a few minutes ago after finishing work, and now she’s taking a quick shower before your movie night. tonight was marlene’s pick, and so you’re watching some horror movie.

the bathroom door creaks open and you look up, expecting to find her clean and ready, but she’s darting down the hall… naked. she’s quick, slipping into her room in less than a second, but you catch a quick glimpse of her.

she’s glistening and wet, drops of water sliding down her bare skin. “sorry, forgot my towel!” she says, rushing back to the bathroom.

your eyes fixate on the swell of her ass before the door shuts behind her, lock clicking. you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you try to remember every curve and dip of her body. you’d seen glimpses of her before, of course, being roommates, but never this much, never this exposed.

your hand slips under your pajama pants as you recall the quick flash of a breast, nipple hard and pointed. wetness pools between your fingers, pulse racing. just when you feel seconds before a release, the door clicks back open.

your hand flies away and you quickly wipe them dry on your clothes, leaving you aching. marlene grins. she’s wearing nothing but a towel, leaving her arms and legs are bare, but you want to see more. you look away.

“did you put the movie on?” she asks as the sound of something dropping to the floor rings in your ears.

“yep.” you glance at her and immediately falter. she’s changing. in the living room. her towel lays on the floor, as she pulls up her shorts, tits exposed and swinging slightly with the movement. you tear your gaze away, and look back at her face. something mischievous glints in her eyes.

you look away, eyes fixating on the blank screen. she shuts the lights and plops on the couch beside you, thankfully fully clothed. you try to ignore how good she smells as you press play on the remote.

you’re dying. you’re fucking dying. marlene is pressed against you, cuddling into you under a blanket. you can feel every crevice her body has to offer. her nipples poke into your side, driving you insane.

“you okay?” marlene asks innocently, glancing away from the movie.

you nod stiffly. “mhm.”

“you sure?” she leans forward, tits pressing even closer against you.

she moves her hand, resting it on your upper thigh. “i can help you if you want.”

“help me?”

she nods, inching her hand higher. “only if you want.”

after a frozen moment of shock, you jerkily nod. she breaks out into a grin and immediately straddles your thigh, fingers slipping into your underwear. she runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your slick.

“you’re so wet.” her voice is low and it sends tingles down your spine.

“can you fucking blame me?” you say, eyes fluttering shut as she begins to play with your pussy. she grinds against your thigh as she fingers you, releasing soft groans into your ear.

her fingers circle your clit, getting you even wetter. when you’re practically dripping she lowers her fingers, slipping one inside. “is this okay?” her voice is low and rough.

“m-mhm.” you say, throwing your head back as she thrusts inside of you.

you reach out for her as she continues, hand slipping under her shirt. your hand closes around her breast, fingers gently playing with her nipple.

she curls her finger inside of you, drawing a shaky moan from your lips. she thrusts deeper, still grinding against your thigh.

you feel a knot form in your stomach and before you can register what’s going on, you squirt into her palm, soaking your pants.

your face burns crimson, and you’re about to apologize, but she doesn’t seem to be upset. if anything, it turns her on further. she grinds faster against you, dampening the cloth of your pants.

she whimpers quietly as she comes, resting her head on the sweaty skin of your neck.

“was… was that good?” you ask after a moment of silence.

she smiles. “yeah. it was good.”

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thedvilsinthedetails · 2 months

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rosekiller band au microfic pt4

heyyy guys pt4 is hereeeee

ok so this one is a bit shorter bc I’m a bit tired today but I rlly wanted to write it anyway so I did lol but it’s not been edited like at all so there may be typos pls point them out if u spot them so I can fix them tyyyy

yayyyyy I love this one

Ok ppl who wanted to be tagged/wanted the next part: @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @picklerab23 @nikholascrow @always-reading @weirdtinkerbellversion @lady-stardust-incarnate @depressedtheatrekiddo @y0url0verb0y @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @lulublack90 (as always pls lmk if u want to be added to the taglist/don’t want to be tagged x)

link to part one

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(EDIT: link to next part)

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Barty’s stomach flipped as Evan looked at him, stunned and stunning. Then the moment was broken and Evan turned his head to look at Dorcas who seemed to be fighting back a laugh. This was stupid fuck this was stupid.

“Did you know about this?”

Evan asked Dorcas who shook her head.

“First time I’ve heard about it.”

Stupid, STUPID. You’re so stupid Barty why would you go and say that. You should have said no when Marls suggested it, should have said no straight away.

“It’s um- to make a statement. Kiss on the stage to piss of Riddle but it’s fine you don’t have to-“

“It’s a good idea.”

Evan said quickly.

“Oh, yeah it was Marls’. Wouldn’t want to um…steal the credit.”

Wouldn’t want you to think that the idea of kissing you plays on repeat in my mind every second I’m awake.

“Yeah. I um- I want to. I think it would be good-“

Brilliant actually it would be fucking brilliant Rosier.

Barty amended Evan’s statement.

“To make a big statement.”

“Yeah.”

Yeah. Yeah what other reason would there be Barty? What were you hoping for? Pathetic isn’t it. The way you would gladly lick the crumbs left on his plate if he asked you to. He doesn’t want to kiss you, he wants to piss of homophobes. Don’t forget that.

It was in fact too late for Barty to not forget that because all that was ringing in his ears was ‘I want to. I want to.’ Because honestly Barty was going to kiss Evan. Maybe for the only time ever in his life. But he was going to. He’d never even thought it a possibility before.

•••

I figured out that this modern world is turning the wrong way round

There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down

So we just have sex to solve all our problems

Let’s do it again

It had been Pandora’s idea for the kiss to happen during ‘cotton candy’ and everyone had immediately agreed. It was a stroke of genius really. Barty had originally thought it should take place in a love song, but that wasn’t what this kiss was about. This kiss was about the freedom, the liberation everyone deserved to be who they were, to test their limits and experiment and not be judged for being queer or straight or promiscuous or prudish. Cotton candy was just that. A call for sexual liberation, a call to stop demonising young people for living their lives.

And I wanna get stuck between your teeth like cotton candy

So you remember me darlin’

Barty turned his head to look at Evan. Their microphones were too far apart on separate sides of the stage, everyone hated it. He felt uncomfortable so far from Evan, they just performed better when they were up close together. The crowd had actually been pretty annoyed when they saw it at first. Still when he looked he saw Evan staring back at him. He cocked his head sideways, a silent, last minute ‘are you ready?’ Evan nodded.

Im losing myself in you

In you

I know

Evan stopped playing the guitar and let it just hang around his neck as he took the microphone out of the stand. Barty watched him before taking his own mic out the stand too.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

I know

They turned to face each other and Barty began to walk.

Leave me in the morning, although

I don’t wanna be on my own

They met somewhere in the middle of the stage and suddenly the scream of the crowd dulled and the music stopped and for a moment there was nothing except Evan. Evan Evan Evan. His eyes staring straight into Barty’s. The hushed sound of their soft harmonies. The warmth of his breath dusting Barty’s face as they pressed their foreheads together.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

I know.

And they kissed. The crowd screamed. And suddenly the world was filled with colour even though Barty had his eyes screwed shut. Kissing Evan was like…fuck Barty was no wordsmith, Regulus and Pandora wrote their songs. But kissing Evan was everything. He tasted sweet and minty like the gum he’d chewed right before the show. His hand was warm and calloused and currently threaded through the hair at the base of Barty’s neck, tilting his head up just so.

The instrumental was over, they’d missed their cue. Barty didn’t care. They kept on kissing till the song faded to a close and even then kept going till the clap of the crowd died down. They softly broke away but Barty couldn’t hide the grin that broke onto his face. Evan just grinned right back.

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AHHH YAY OK I LOVE THIS SONG CAN I JUST START BY SAYING THAT

Watch the music video for this song (cotton candy by YUNGBLUD)

LOOK AT THE SKIRT HE WEARS AND TELL ME BARTY WOULDNT WEAR THAT

Also what do we thinkkkkk they finally kissed!!!!!!

Ayyyyyy

ok stay tuned for the FIFTH and FINAL part (probs gonna be released tmrw hehe)

Also I’m probably gonna put this on ao3 btw, not gonna change it bc I don’t have the patience to properly lengthen it (at least rn, ig u never rlly know) but it’s just like if ppl want to bookmark it or reread or whatever it’ll probs be easier

ANYWAY LMK WHAT U THOUGHT

😘BYEEEEE

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areyoudreaminof · 8 months

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Dreams That Answer: A Feysand Playlist

Happy @officialfeysandweek2023! Day 1!

Would any of us be here were it not for Feysand? Would we be goofing around in this fandom if we didn’t love Feyre from the moment she took down the wolf? Would we be such simps if we hadn’t ever read, “Hello Feyre, darling.”? I love them. I love their journey and their growth. I love their blunders and mistakes. The very best kind of epic love story is the one that takes the most time and struggle, but defies all odds. Feyre and Rhys forever, baby! This is especially dedicated to the queen of all Feysand's @the-lonelybarricade.

If my initial character playlists for Feyre and Rhysand represent them as individuals before they meet each other, this playlist is when they come together. I wanted to show their strong bond and love for one another. So LISTEN HERE, and come on behind the cut for lyrics!

After Hours-The Weeknd

Thought I almost died in my dream again Fightin' for my life, I couldn't breathe again I'm fallin' in too deep Without you, I can't sleep 'Cause my heart belongs to you I'll risk it all for you I want you next to me This time, I'll never leave

Arabesque-Coldplay

I could be you, you could be me Two raindrops in the same sea You could be me, I could be you Two angles of the same view And we share the same blood

Holiest-Glass Animals & Tei Shi

Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth

But you're the holiest thing I know Yes, you're the holiest thing, holiest thing I know

Eavesdrop-The Civil Wars

Let’s let the stars watch, let them stare Let the wind eavesdrop, I don’t care For all that we’ve got, don’t let go Just hold me I can’t pull you closer than this It’s just you and the moon on my skin Oh, who says it ever has to end?

Fade Into You-Mazzy Star

I wanna take the breath that's true I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth You live your life, you go in shadows You'll come apart and you'll go blind Some kind of night into your darkness Colored your eyes with what's not there

Night Terror-Laura Marling

If I look back and he is screaming I'd left him dreaming; a dangerous feat And I'll run back and shake him tightly And scream, "If they want him, oh, they're gonna have to fight me Oh, fight me"

Starry Eyed-Ellie Goulding

So we burst into colors, colors and carousels Fall head first like paper planes and playground games

Next thing, we're touching You look at me, it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, everybody's starry-eyed And everybody glows

Empire-Of Monsters and Men

I find comfort in the sound and the shape of the heart How it echoes through the chest from under the ground As the hills turn into holes, I fill them with gold Heavy stones fear no weather And from the rain Comes a river running wild that will create An empire for you Illuminate There's a river running wild that will create An empire for you

But You-Alexandra Savior

Speak soft, speak slight now, honey It feels a little empty in the night now, honey Drift back, drift right down on me I know that you can feel it 'Cause nobody else can heal it but you

Hold Back The River-James Bay

Lonely water, lonely water won't you let us wander? Let us hold each other Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes Hold back the river so I Can stop for a minute and be by your side Hold back the river, hold back

Only In My Dreams-The Maria's

Baby stay here The whispers in the trees Are getting near You're everything I need To bare this fear The demons in my bed They're always here It's only just a dream

Lips-Marian Hill

Overwhelmed, hazy eyes Staring at tinted skies And I like, what we do Running wild, just us two

Can't Deny My Love-Brandon Flowers

What's going on in your head now? Maybe something I said? I know that you've been living in the past

Locked up in your room is there any room for me? In the spoils of your mercy In the reverence of your bed In the cradle of the morning What was it that you said?

telepatia-Kali Uchis (please note, much of this song is in Spanish)

You know that I can see right through you I can read your mind, I can read your mind What you wanna do? It's written all over your face, times two 'Cause I can read your mind, I can read your mind I can hear your thoughts like a melody

Wild Green-Foals

Spring is on its way now, lilac April rain Mayfly spreads its wings at the end of a day Let me fold myself in the corner of a day Never leave, never leave, let me stay Let me lay my head down, let me while away Holding back the hours, I'll keep them all at bay Let me fold myself in the corner of a day Before the rain comes and washes us away

Sea of Love-Cat Power

Come with me, my love To the sea The sea of love I want to tell you How much I love you

Ultralife-Oh Wonder

Days passed slowly, lost and low You gave me hope and now there's only Blood running in my veins I've never been here before And I got love falling like the rain I never could've asked for more I got so much soul inside my bones Take a look at me now I'm young, forever in the sun

Cosmic Love-Florence + the Machine

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

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#feysand #feysandweek2023 #playist #acotar playlist project #Spotify

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carooosa · 7 months

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Shadows and Strings

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare, you and your party set out on a side quest. You heal Astarion with your magic, but instead of coming from a spell, it comes from the music you play. Word Count: 4k

Tags: AstarionxTav, AstarionxReader, Astarionxbard!Tav, Astarionxsorcerer!Tav

A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I have many more chapters planned. I plan on this being a slow burn.

For as long as you remember, music came naturally to you. When you were a child, you would hum along with the wind and birds while doing chores. Every mundane task became a pleasant one as you would create symphonies in your mind. While life wasn’t always easy, it was bearable with a melody. Your fondest memories always had some type of music involved…

With the rain as your percussion, you prepared dinner with your mother as your father worked at a nearby inn. The steady rolling boil of the stew that simmered in front of you created a beat with each pop of a bubble; your mother’s quick mincing of vegetables filling out the beat. The sweet smell of citrus and herbs filled the room. As you started to toss the cut vegetables into the pot, you began to hum a tune.

A simple, smooth melody that came from your heart intertwined with the aroma of the stew, filling all of your senses. You made your way over to the spice rack to grab a handful of Balsam, adding a flourish in your tune when the herb fell into the pot. As your mother chopped the last carrot, you finished your impromptu song with a sigh.

“You always know how to add extra flavor to whatever we’re doing, pumpkin,” your mother said while smiling at you with endearment in her eyes.

“You always tell me to find the joys in the small things, and music always brings me joy, so why not add music to the small things?” you reply before quickly tasting your creation. “Perfect” you think as you go to grab some bowls for serving.

As if a practiced routine, your father runs inside right as you place the last bowl on the table, drenched from the rain and out of breath. After setting aside his coat to dry, he turns to you and warmth fills his eyes.

“Don’t tell me the two most beautiful people in my life made my favorite meal,” he asks while quickly making his way over to the table. “This is exactly what I need after a long day of work and an even longer walk home.” Although your father never expressly said it, you notice the tiredness in his eyes and body. Ever since your family had left Elturel in search of a healer for your mother, life has presented you with more struggles.

Since your family never stayed in one town for more than a couple of months, it was hard for your father to get a well paying job. A trip that would normally take no more than two weeks had become one that was taking well over a couple of years. Your mother wasn’t able to travel far before needing at least a month of recovery, during which your father would find a job and replenish your savings. You had already been at this current town for 4 months, which was the longest rest stop so far.

Your mother had been helping around the house more this past week. Late at night as you slept in the secluded area that was deemed the bedroom, you would hear your parents whisper to each other about leaving.

“We can’t leave just yet, Marls. We barely have enough money to pay for our current living situation, let alone enough for supplies,” your father said in a soft, hushed tone. “I know we need to take advantage of you feeling well enough to move around, I just need to stay with this job for a couple of more weeks and then we can go.”

You didn’t hear your mother’s reply, instead hearing your parents’ footsteps approaching the bedroom. You quickly feigned sleep as your parents laid down on their bedroll. Although they’ve been having more disagreements lately, they never went to bed angry at each other.

When you awoke the next morning, your father was already gone for work. Making your way to the main room, your mother was also gone. As panic started to work its way up to your throat from your stomach, the door to your home swung open. Your mother leaned against the frame with an excited smile on her face, her hands behind her back hiding something.

“Pumpkin,” she wheezed, “I know you love music. I know that you would love to be able to see a performance, I would, too.” The words came out of your mother’s mouth in a flurry. “And I need to make sure you know just how much your father and I appreciate your help. You are so mature and never ask for much. Which is not right. You’re my kid, you should be asking me for toys and treats and whatever the hells you want.”

Your mother looked down at the ground for a second before taking a deep breath and pushing herself off of the door frame. “I’ve been telling the druid that’s been helping me with my condition about how talented you are. How you can make songs out of nothing. How I feel awful for not being able to help you pursue this talent,” she paused, revealing the instrument she had hidden behind her back. “She told me to stop my fretting, and to give you this.”

In your mother’s hands lay a lute. It wasn’t brand new, and it had chips in the wooden neck. One of the strings was too loose. Even still, it was the most beautiful instrument that you’ve ever seen.

“Now, pumpkin, this lute isn’t free,” your mother said as she handed you the well-loved instrument, “there is a price that you specifically will need to pay. The druid will be coming over later to show your father how to help aid me, and she said that she would love to hear you play.”

“But I don’t know how!” you exclaimed quickly, hugging the lute to your chest for comfort.

“Oh sweetheart, I see the talent in you. I know that you’re capable.” Your mother said as she sat down at the table.

Without saying anything else, you ran to the bedroom and started to practice. It was weird, at first, figuring out how to place your fingers on the neck of the lute, determining how much pressure to put on the strings in order to change the note. But as the hours passed, you became more confident. Certain notes were definitely easier than others, and with the few you felt comfortable with you were able to create a soothing tune.

You could hear your father come through the front door with the voice of another woman. You ran out of the bedroom to see the woman giving your mother a hug before her eyes snapped to you. “This must be the musical prodigy I’ve heard so much about!”

“Come here darling,” your mother says as she pulls out a chair, “this is Shiela, the druid I told you about.”

The evening begins the same as it always does, with small talk and dinner, except this time with a guest awaiting entertainment. You quickly finish your meal and then sit in your chair, fidgeting anxiously. When your father and the druid, Shiela, finish eating, she begins to teach your father about balms and salves that would help your mother in certain situations.

As Shiela finished her lesson, your mother urged you to go and get your recent gift. After retrieving the lute, you came back to see the dining table chairs arranged in a row, like an audience, and one chair facing them. Nerves hit your chest sharply as you made your way to the makeshift stage. Your father had his arm wrapped around your mother, the tiredness gone from his eyes, instead replaced with anticipation. The druid sat on the other side of your mother and looked at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

Your mother sat on the edge of her seat, a wide smile spread across her face. Slowly, you set your fingers to the first note of the tune you had played earlier, your other hand preparing to strum the strings. The nerves in your chest had grown, threatening to suffocate you with the thickness they created in your throat. Your mother began anxiously tapping her foot against the floor, and while your father’s face flashed with annoyance, the rhythmic beat gave you the encouragement you needed to strum.

Although the tempo was faster than you had briefly practiced, your fingers were able to keep up. Your father looked at you in astonishment, your mother’s eyes started to tear, and the druid was waving her hands when a burst of blue light came out from her fingertips and began to dance around you. With the new visual sensation, you began to vocalize. Your father began to clap his hands to the beat you had set. The nerves from earlier had faded and instead turned into something new, something refreshing. While the feeling before left you gasping for air, this new sensation felt like the first breath you ever took.

You stood up and started to move around the room, unable to sit still as the music filled your heart. Your father lifted your mother up and began to dance with her, the druid taking over the job of clapping to the beat. As your song came to an end, a new color of dancing light appeared: a bright orange. You looked at the druid, and all that she gave you was a wink.

When you looked back to the orange light, it had turned into a fire. A fire that began to frantically spin around the room. You turned back around and tried to find your parents and the druid, but they were gone. The fire had grown now, creating a wall of flames around you that slowly closed inwards. The smell of sulfur and burnt wood filled your nose and throat as you screamed.

“Aw shit, I did it again! Why do eggs burn so easily,” the red tiefling barbarian who was known to set things on fire asked.

“Chtk. If these eggs are too fragile to withstand some mere heat, then they are not worthy to be eaten,” the githyanki who sat on a nearby log replied.

As the wizard who was the designated chef quickly put out the fire with a frost bolt, you regained your senses and remembered where you were. It had been a week since the nautiloid ship had crashed, leaving you and your five companions with tadpoles inside your heads. You had each been taken from your lives and imprisoned on the ship, a mind flayer putting tadpoles in your brains in order to convert you into one as well. While it wasn’t a conventional team, you guys had decided that it would be better to try and remove the tadpoles with allies as opposed to by yourselves.

“Thank gods I don’t have to eat whatever that is,” Astarion, the rogue who turned out to be a vampire, said while shooting you a quick glance from his book. Three days ago you had awoken to the vampire hovering over you with snarled teeth. After a short explanation, you had agreed to let him drink from you. It had taken him by surprise, but he didn’t argue as he repositioned himself to sink his teeth into your neck. While you may have come off as eager, you didn’t mind as you were excited to have your skin broken.

Before the nautiloid you had been an object of entertainment, kept away from the hands of others in order to prevent you from being tainted. Your hands quickly reached up to the two pinpricks on your neck. After the first night Astarion fed on you, you told him that he could feed on you every night, if need be. He suggested changing the feeding spots each time in order to avoid scarring, but you had assured him that it would be better to do it in the same spot. You didn’t tell him, but you wanted the bite to scar.

Unfortunately for you, there were side effects to having your blood drained each night. There was always a dull pain in the crook of your neck, and you had begun to get sloppy in your fighting. You could tell your companions were beginning to get frustrated with you, especially after you had convinced them to traverse the Sunlit Wetlands in order to find proof of Kagha’s betrayal.

You didn’t necessarily want to get involved in whatever drama was going on in the grove, but you did hear of a special amulet that would cure your bloodlessness and get your strength back to what it was before you had come to whatever strange arrangement you had with Astarion. The only problem was that with all the uneasiness in the grove, and the fact that you were a tiefling, you were unable to search for the amulet without eyes following you around. And you didn’t exactly want to explain to random people who already looked down on you why you were looking for this piece of jewelry.

You got up from your bedroll, making sure to avoid Astarion’s gaze, and made your way over to the campfire, offering your help with whatever you could.

“Unless you have a song that can unfreeze and unburn this egg, I don’t think there’s much that can be done at this point,” Gale said with a sigh, regretting that he agreed to Karlach making breakfast. The red tiefling noticed this and began to shift uneasily beside him.

“Unfortunately I do not, but I can whip up a song to mourn the sacrifice this egg made,” you joked. Gale’s face lightened up as he chuckled, prompting Karlach to loosen up and join in as well.

“While it may have ended up in a few inedible eggs,” she said while tossing the burnt food into a pile of other burnt food, “at least I had fun. Thanks, Gale, I know how much you care about cooking.”

You admittedly weren’t the best fighter, but you were always able to ease the tension in your camp. You weren’t able to end fights, but you could at least prevent them sometimes.

As your group packed the supplies and began to determine the best route to the wetlands, you looked at the hastily written note you had found in the hidden corner of the druid’s library. Kagha. Swamp-docks. Tree. Meet me. Alone. -Olodan it read. You weren’t entirely sure what this note meant, or if it could even help you with what was going on in the grove, but you decided that this was the best bet you had at getting that amulet.

You joined the rest of the group and pointed out the directions you had. You had already made it into the beginning of the Wetlands yesterday, not before running into a skirmish between an elderly woman you had met in the grove and two men who claimed she stole their sister. You told the two that they were on their own as your group had other pressing matters. After they left, Shadowheart came up to you.

“I’ve got to say that I’m honestly quite surprised that you didn’t want to help them. Not that I disagree, we do have more ‘pressing matters at hand’,” she said while mimicking your mannerisms, “I can’t help but wonder why we’re going out of our way to help the grove then.”

It was a valid question. You had originally convinced the group that it was the right and just thing to do, to help those in need. And now you were blatantly telling someone in need that you were too busy to help them.

“Nettie mentioned a powerful Druid named Halsin. He might be able to get rid of these things in our head.”

Astarion was quick to question you again. “So then why aren’t we going to save him from those dreadful goblins?”

You shot him a glare that he met with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think that the grove will be able to maintain peace by the time we get to Halsin and back.” Your answer seemed reasonable, so you thought.

“Who cares about the grove? Once we get to Halsin, we can have him remove the tadpoles right then and there, before he knows what’s happening in his beloved grove.” Astarion shot back.

“Trust me, Astarion,” you sneered his name, “I know how druids are. They will always take care of what they hold dear first before helping others. The best chance we have at getting him to help us is to take care of the grove problem before we see him.” That had been enough to convince the group to follow your lead into the wetlands, although whether it be for your rationale or for the harsh tone and sharp glare you gave Astarion, they wouldn’t say.

Now here you were the next day, leading everyone further into the uncharacteristically beautiful swamp. As you spotted what appeared to be docks, you heard an all too familiar whine from behind you. “Are you actually going to make me ruin my clothes in all this mud instead of doing the reasonable thing and finding that druid?”

You chose to ignore Astarion’s remark, instead turning to everyone. “As soon as we find… whatever it is we’re looking for, we’ll go back to the grove. I promise that it’ll be worth it. You guys can just stay here, I won’t be gone long.” While you went on your way, the rest of the party all looked at Astarion. There had been a silent agreement made between everyone that someone would always have to go with you whenever you went off somewhere, as you were known to get distracted or fall into a fight fairly often.

“What are you all looking at me for? Tav is a perfectly capable being who can handle their own problems,” Astarion said while crossing his arms and positioning himself to face away from the group.

“We’ve all been taking our turns looking after them, it’s about time that you start being useful around here,” Wyll spat. “Besides, if it weren’t for Tav, I would’ve slain you as soon as I learnt of your undead nature.”

With a scoff and an eye roll, Astarion started to follow you, mumbling under his breath about the whole party being wild beasts who don’t care about their hygiene. As you walked along the docks, carefully jumping over larger patches of mud, a mud mephit buzzed past your face. Without thinking, you grabbed the shortsword that hung on your hip, quickly killing it. The mephit exploded as your sword slashed it, spraying thick mud onto you and your silent stalker behind you.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Astarion groaned, causing you to turn around and point your weapon towards him. Before you could say anything, your attention was taken away when the gurgling and bubbling of the mud puddle left behind from the dead mephit morphed into a new one.

You knew in an instant that you had, yet again, bit off more than you could chew. Everytime you would kill one of these creatures, one to two could spawn from its place. You needed to find whatever it was that was near that tree and leave as soon as possible. The only problem was that the person who was most likely to evade these creatures was the one who had been the most resistant to pursue this little side quest.

“Astarion, you need to go to that tree and find the evidence while I take care of the swarm,” you commanded as you cast a spell that froze some of the enemies.

“Me? Why can’t you do it?” He asked, shocked and quite offended that you would even consider asking him to ruin his clothes further..

“Just go, Astarion!” The frozen mephits were beginning to thaw. “It’s the least you could do,” the words after I’ve let you drink my blood the past few nights left unsaid as you prepared another spell.

He groaned once more before sidestepping past you and running through the swarm of mephits. As he got closer to the tree, his eyes began to frantically scan the bark for any hint of something out of place before finding a groove in the wood that held a small pouch, a crumpled piece of paper inside. He hoped this was the piece of evidence you were looking for, as he was not going to spend one more second in the squelching mud.

While Astarion was grabbing the evidence, you cast cloud of knives into the heart of the swarm. It instantly killed two of the creatures, which upon exploding killed three more. The victory was short lived as seven new mephits started to emerge from the mud.

“Really, Tav? Was that the smartest idea?” Astarion yelled at you as he dashed through the growing swarm. As he made his way back to the docks, a mephit attacked, slashing his side. He faltered for a moment before continuing towards you, one hand clutched to the stinging wound.

You both ran into the wetlands until you were sure you were out of sight, breathing heavily as you regained your composure. As you supported yourself against a tree, you noticed Astarion wincing as he moved his hand from his wound, a greenish sludge mixed in with his blood. “Here, let me heal you,” you said while picking up your lute from behind you.

“I don’t need your help, thanks,” he spat at you, “I’ll just have Shadowheart heal me like she always does.” He began to walk away, stopping when he heard the strings of the lute being plucked. He chuckled, “Now darling, while I do appreciate the sentiment behind ‘music healing the soul’, now really isn’t the time for a serena-” his words stopped in his mouth as he noticed a faint orange glow around the instrument.

The lute seemed to emanate a soft, otherworldly glow, its strings bathed in ethereal light. Golden trails of light followed your fingers as you concentrated on the hymn. Astarion took a step towards you, entranced by the soothing melody and dancing lights. The trail of light from your fingers began to grow as it reached up towards him, circling around his waist until it seeped into his open cut. As you finished the song, the light left your fingers and continued along the trail up to Astarion’s wound before disappearing completely. You opened your eyes to find the vampire staring at you with an open mouth.

“What was that?” he asked.

Unable to answer, you changed the subject. “Did you find anything?”

“Yes, this pouch with a piece of trash in it – but don’t change the subject; what was that you just did? I feel…” he paused, taking in the warmth that had seeped into his skin from the song you had played, “... refreshed,” he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“It’s just something that I learned when I was younger,” you said quietly before pushing yourself off the tree and grabbing the pouch in his hands. Not wanting to talk about it, you began walking back towards the voices of your group.

“Well, I must say that whatever it was, was more rejuvenating than Shadowheart’s healing spells. Not as much as your delicious blood,” he said, voice thick with flirtation, “but beggars can’t be choosers, as they say.”

Your response was a brief nod and a grunt, and the two of you returned to the group in silence.

#bg3 #astarion x tav #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 astarion #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 karlach #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale

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futurewriter2000 · 9 months

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Conversations - pt. 3

A/N: This is somehow the best and the worst thing to write for me because ugh- it resonates so much with me but I need to put these weird feelings somewhere and to be honest, it goes here. Also... is this good because I feel like I can make it better. Maybe in the next part.

You haven’t been really able to focus much on your responsibilities lately, but you also haven’t been one to care about them until the very last minute. To your calculations, you always had time to do anything until you hadn’t.

You have decided to start this day anew, nothing bugging your mind except that one night. Flashbacks kept flying over your head, but you shook them off. You seemed to be quite a character to push down your emotions and other conflicting thoughts. It was how you grew up. You were always cold towards your family. You didn’t let them know they hurt you, but you did let them know that you could hurt them quite easily with your own sharp tongue. Your mother always did call you that you are more dangerous than you look and that people should always be aware of that.

But you didn’t mind. You were proud of your deadly silence, proud that no emotion, no person could ever reach you, despite all the demons you had- and you had a lot. However, you hid them and you hid them well. You ignored them, as they weren’t there, as their existence was as fleeting as time. You didn’t realise that all of those supressed memories, emotions and feelings were affecting your whole personality.

That was until you met him- until that day that the two of you kissed up on the bleachers, until you couldn’t help yourself to smile as widely as possible. You didn’t want to be with him in that sense though. You felt as if the two of you were from completely different worlds- him from a perfect family, you from a more complicated one. He was all about his studies and succeeding in the world and you were just about the mere enjoyment the world has to offer you in this little span of life. He agreed, of course he did. He didn’t want a relationship at the moment, he wanted to focus on his studies this year- the final exams that were coming up. You were a year younger so you didn’t much care about it but you wanted him to succeed as much as any person could.

You haven’t had much people around you throughout your life but those that you did, realised your change of personality. You were lighter, happier and so much more open to other peoples heart. Your roommate was bewildered and your cousin, which whom you grew up, knew that something was up. You hated hugs and now... now you were hugging her.

“You’re making me worry, (y/n).” she said as you smiled and jumped over to her.

“Why am I making you worry?” you said in a more cheery voice.

“I don’t know- something about... it’s like in the past month you changed so much.” she said.

“Well, Marls, I just realised life is too short to be serious all the time.” you scrunched your nose at her and giggled.

Yes, Marlene McKinnon was your cousin. Your older cousin, who always babysat you and practically raised you. Her parents were always travelling a lot and your mother was furious with her sister to not give Marlene a more stable life, so she offered to let her live with you for a while. Now, Marlene was much more of your older sister than a cousin. The two of you fought like sisters, shared things like sisters and despite the fact you didn’t want to admit, you looked up to her as a younger sister would. Her favorite colour was yellow, so was yours. She liked this one specific band, you liked that band. She had good grades... well, with that you tried but couldn’t really be as good as her.

She was protective over you and both you and James knew that, so whatever the two of you had, you kept it hidden. It was your little secret and you loved it.

The two of you had a secret spot where you would meet up. It was usually under the bleachers but today there was sun and the two of you went deeper in the woods, under the fairytale trees and right next to the lake.

He wasn’t really the most beautiful man in the world but to you he might as well had been because he had the most gorgeous eyes when he looked at you lustfully as he did. You never felt so wanted until you met him. He held your feet on his lap- just as you always did because with him, you could be your upmost self. He held you by your ankles and rubbed his thumb over them.

“Marls is getting sceptical a bit.” you laughed as you were looking at him with the most adoring eyes you didn’t know you could muster.

He loved that you looked at him like that. It was something he never experienced in life- to have somebody so perfect by his side and being adored as much as he was. He was adored- by his peers, by his family and friends but there was something about the way you looked at him that just made everything around him more magical than it is. It was magic... just the different kind.

“Did you tell her?” he asked.

“No, of course not.” you leaned back on your arms. “I don’t trust her- throughout our lives, whatever I told her, she would tell my parents.”

“A little tattle tale, isn’t she?” he chuchkled.

“She’s completely different with me than she is with you.” you said in despair. “And I can’t really explain that because nobody would ever believe me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know... she has a massive influence on my life... like sisters do even though she is my cousin, it never felt like that but it’s like she can be so rude and manipulative towards me but with all of you she’s super nice and fun and this amazing angel Marlene.” you let out, trying to find words that just didn’t make sense when you said it.

“She is an angel.” he mocked, watching for your reaction to which you gave him an ugly stare. He leaned forward to you. “And you’re the devil and she is perfect lil angel...” he continued to mock and the smile that you tried to supress started to burst into the surface as he continued to get closer to you.

“Here I am telling you my deepest, darkest wounds and you’re making fun of me.” you replied, moving away from his lips but holding his head near you because as much as the two of you teased and mocked each other, you couldn’t stay away.

He would lay you down on the ground and climb over you. The two of you never crossed the line- the line that would end the two of you completely naked and gasping for air in the sheets of his bed. At least not yet but whenever he would kiss you, those deep and slow kisses that you poured your soul into- felt his lust of wanting you more by more and his little gasps for air- that was what wanted you to cross the line. You wanted to, with him you wanted everything as soon as his lips touched yours. His hand would always slip under your shirt and up your breasts and you would want him like you haven’t wanted a thing in your entire life. At that moment, it felt like the dumbest idea, but whatever you would do to have him deeper and closer to you, you would have gone to every lenghts of the world.

He made you go crazy. He made you delusional and there were times where you didn’t see yourself for a week that made you go hilariously crazy but whenever the two of you did see each other- then it seemed that a week of nothingness was gone forever. You would go a billions of weeks for him if it meant to spend another second because you have never felt the way you did for anybody like this... he? Well, you didn’t really know what he thought or felt but he told you a lot of an honest truth. He told you his deepest wounds, fears and everything else. To be honest, he was quite the asshole when you saw his way of thinking but somehow, you were the same and the two of you just understood each other in the way nobody else could.

Yet there was something after the kissing and the touching that always bugged your mind.

His guilt.

“Are you okay?” he asked as the two of you were lying on the ground, your head resting on his chest.

“Yeah.” you laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re quiet.” he replied.

You shrugged. “I’m comfortable.” you said and pulled yourself up, closer to him. “What are you thinking?” you said, placing your hand on top of his cheek and caressing him.

His eyes were closed, then he slowly opened them. They were different. So different from what you were used to. Sad? Guilty? “Are you okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I don’t know... but... uh... we’re friends, right?” he said and you felt something go from the begginning of your throat, down to the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah... friends.” you forced a smile, than laid your head back onto his chest, letting the smile disappear.

“Okay, good.” he said. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Uh-hum.” you hummed in agreement though all the comfort and the calmness flew away and the fog appeared in your head.

“And even if you do find somebody else-” he didn’t stop. “-I will have the memories of you in my heart forever and I will look on them with fondness and-”

“Yeah.” you cut him off and stood up. You felt an emotion you couldn’t really identify but you knew one thing; whatever he was saying right now didn’t make you feel good. It made you sad and angry at the same time. Why would he say that? Why would he ever think this would be over in the future- I mean, it wouldn’t be or it would have to be... it’s not like you love him... or feel anything towards him... or do you? - No, he’s a friend... the two of you said you would stay friends and the worlds you both come from are so different... it would never work out...

Your thoughts wandered off and your eyebrows furrowed to the reaction of them. You looked at him to say something but oh- how beautiful this boy was.

And the thoughts went away.

And the sad-anger went away.

The questions went away...

...because look at how beautiful this boy is...

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders imagines

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annabellelupin · 10 months

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a short angsty dorlene fic id title if i could come up with one and didn't suck so much at doing so

imma bout to make some of yall cry (hopefully)

tw: blood, character death

As much as she tried, the salty tears wouldn't stop flowing down Dorcas's face. She covered her mouth to stiffle the sound of the sobbing, but the others surrounding her could still hear her pain. The room was silent other than the sound of sniffles and cries. No one dared speak a word, not that the shock would let them.

Crimson blood stained the white carpet beneath her, still sticky and wet. Dorcas couldn't have cared in the slightest in that moment of the red substance now covering her palms and knees. It was much more tame compared to what laid in front of her.

Marlene was still, her deep blue eyes usually so bright and full of life now milky. Just below her collarbone, red blood stained her torn shirt, yet to dry just as the blood carpet beneath her.

'This- this has to be a dream- some nightmare! This isn't happening, this isn't happening-' Dorcas thought to herself. 'It wasn't supposed to end like this.'

The others with her silently agreed to give Dorcas some time alone, and one by one, exited the small home, leaving her time to grieve alone.

Now given some privacy, Dorcas bent over her lover's body in agony. All of Marlene's beautiful features Dorcas loved so much about her all seemed so dull and corrupt. Her soft lips, her blonde hair, her usually bright and blushing cheeks all now had a dreary look to them.

Slowly, Dorcas lowered her face to her Marlene's, and placed a soft, melancholy kiss upon her lips. There was no fire, no passion, no joy behind the kiss, but instead there was regret, disbelief, and most of all, rage and sadness.

To think the two had just been laughing and smiling while planning their perfect little future together a few days before. A future that would now never happen.

Dorcas sat back up and let out a sniffle. As much as it hurt, she gently closed her lover's eyes. She would never see the beautiful, sky blue of those eyes ever again.

As the tears slowed and her vision became a bit more clear, Dorcas noticed that Marlene's right hand was strangely still clenched into a fist. With care, she took the hand into her own and inched open the closed fist.

One sight of what was inside had her uncontrollably sobbing again.

Two matching silver rings were tucked inside of a hastily written note. Each ring had five words etched on their inner side: "Dorky Dorca and Mischief Marls" The nicknames stinged more than they ever had before.

Dorcas examined the rings closely, her recently growing suspicions all but confirmed. Gently, she sat them down on her lap and unfolded the rest of the note they were hidden in.

The sight of the rings wouldn't hurt nearly as much as the words on the paper.

My proposal to Dorca

Is this a proposal? Probably not when I really think about it. Proposals usually refer to when you're asking to marry someone, and well, that's not exaclty what I'm doing here is it? Not that I don't want to, it's just...

Dorcas Meadowes, I love you more than anyone else on this damned Earth. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I love you more than I could ever put into words! And I know you love me too. You make me feel loved in everything you do. Your words, your smiles, even those little annoyed looks you give me after I've done something stupid. It's not hard to tell you care so much about me.

If I could marry you, I would without any second thoughts or regret. Hell, I'd marry you every single day of each week for the rest of our lives just to prove how much I love you if I could. Unfortunately the world's a fucked up place and we're constantly being told it's wrong for us to love each other. Constantly being told who to love. I promise you if we could, we'd have a little wedding in the forest with all of our friends and close family. I promise you one of us would take the other's last name, or we'd combined our last names to show the world we're together and madly in love. If we could.

I might not be able to offer you some piece of paper saying we're married or a little wedding... or even a name change for that matter, but I can promise I will love you for the rest of my life. I can promise- no I will promise that I will be by yourside during it all, the happy, the sad, the good, and the bad, I will love you through it all. I promise that I will love you to the die that I die.

Dorcas Meadowes, will you spend the rest of our lives with me?

Once finished reading the note, Dorcas quickly noticed that there was something else written on the back of the paper. She fliped it over to find words barely visible, surrounded by drops of blood. The words were messy, clearly quickly written.

Dorcas, I know I said that I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but I hadn't realized that that time might be much shorter than I had hoped. Some rat gave away my family's hiding place and Death Eaters are everywhere. My brothers sadly didn't manage to get away. For now, I'm hiding in a closet (ironic isn't it). I'd apparate to safety if I could, but one of the bastards stabbed me, and I really don't have the energy to (nor do I currently have the strength to fight). Dorca, if I don't make it out of this one, just know that I meant it when I said I'd love you until the day I died- no, until the moment I die. Even at death, I will always love you.

Nothing could have prepared her for that.

The tears were coming as quick as they had when Dorcas first saw Marlene lying lifeless on the floor. There are no words strong enough to even begin to express how she felt in that moment.

Dorcas was only certain of one thing now:

She'd make the people that did this to her beloved Marlene pay for their actions, as well as that damned Voldemort. No one, no one whatsoever, was going to do such a thing to her Marls and get away with it. And she would gladly die trying. The thought of her own death honeslty sounded like a blessing to her right about now.

Dorcas had only one thing on her mind: revenge.

And the only decipherable emotions she had were sadness, angry, and regret.

No one was about to stop her.

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 2 years

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Sirius Black x Potter!Reader - Hogwarts Champion Part 1

A/N: This is my first Sirius x reader. I hope you enjoy there will be more parts! Please any request or feedback are welcome. X

Masterlist

Part 2

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Angst, insecurity, Fluff, injury

I was sitting in the train compartment on the hogwarts express, it was the same compartment that 7 years ago me and my twin brother James met our best friends. 7 years later we are all sitting in the compartment heading into our last year of school.

James was sitting opposite my playing with a golden snitch glasses sitting wonky on his nose, I smiled at the sight. I loved my brother endlessly but our whole lifes we had been compared to each other and James was always the golden child it was worse through our hogwarts years, sure i worked harder and got good grades, but James was captain of the quidditch team, I was only the seeker, James was head-boy, I was only a prefect, James had a beautiful girlfriend in Lily Evans and a perfect relationship, I couldn’t hold a boyfriend for more than three months before they broke up or cheated. Still staring at my brother now I smile at his goofy behaviour, and remember all the times i have found him in detention after being caught doing a prank or getting into a fight normally with one of my ex-boyfriends. I was grateful for my goofy protective twin brother but after years of comparisons, I had to admit it was wearing me down.

I then glance to my best friend, Remus Lupin, he was sitting the corner reading his book trying not to fall asleep, it had been a full moon two nights before and it was a hard one. Remus would not let us join him this month out of fear of his parents finding out about our animagus forms. Out of all the marauders Remus understood me the most, he knew what it was like to feel as though you were not living up to someones limitation, sure Sirius understood it to an extent but the way i felt was different to his. Remus and I had spent alot of time together studying and doing homework and we found a safety net in eachother. He was also the only one who knew my true feelings toward Sirius and how I felt about people calling me things like the ‘other potter’ or ‘James’ Sister’. He was truly my closest friend.

I then looked down at my lap where Sirius had rested his head while he slept. I smiled at the sight, Sirius and i had a complicated friendship that much was obvious. He was one of my best friends albeit we were probably closer than me and Remus however it was a different kind of closeness, we had a lot more of a flirty relationship which annoyed my brother no end, there was many times i had woken to Sirius entering my room in a messy state after a breakup or a nightmare and i had returned the favour many times. He was as just as protective as James was if not more, Remus swears he has overheard Sirius threatening my boyfriend or any guy who even looked in my direction, Remus also love to remind me of the time Sirius fought James after he had said a mean comment to me in second year.

I was broken out of my thoughts when the compartment door was opened, causing Sirius to stir in my lap.

“Lily!” James shrieks causing Sirius to bolt upright nearly headbutting me.

“Sorry love” he whispers before turning his head toward the people standing at the compartment door.

“James, did you want to come sit with us in our compartment?” Lily asked her boyfriend. James didn’t answer just stood up and followed her out of the compartment both giving us a quick wave. Marlene replaced Lily in the doorway. I felt Remus’ glance on my as Marlene shot my a glare.

“Babe are you coming?” She says directed at Sirius they had got together at one of Lilys pool party’s over the summer and had been dating ever since.

“I don’t know Marls…..”he said slightly glancing at me, I gave his hand a quick squeeze, I hadn’t even noticed he had been holding my hand but it wasn’t uncommon for us to hold hands, he nodded and stood up following Marlene out of the compartment.

“When are you going to tell him Y/N?”

“Not this again Remus, I told you he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“How do you know?”

“He is dating Marlene Remus thats how i know.” I looked sadly down at my hands in my lap. Remus didn’t say anything else he just stood up and replaced the spot in which Sirius had just left and i rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around mine, the door opens once more showing Peter returning with and arm full of sweets.

Remus Peter and I entered the Great Hall spotting Lily James Sirius Marlene Dorcas and Mary already seated at the Gryffindor table. We quickly joined them me taking the empty spot next to Sirius and Remus sitting next to me.

Once the sorting ceremony was over we heard a bang out side the doors, before we knew it students from Drumstrung and Beauboxtons entered the great hall. Dumbledore was quick to announce that Hogwarts would be hosted the Triwizard tournament and that it was open to any student over 17. I saw James and Sirius fist bump over the table knowing they had both agreed to enter I turn to look at Remus,

“No Y/N.” He whispers, knowing that he won’t change my mind, “James and Sirius will be furious,” this catches the attention of the group,

“What will James and Sirius be angry about Remus.” I look pleadingly at Remus,

“If Y/N asks Fabien Prewett out.” Remus say staring at me as i silently thank him. I turn and see Sirius staring at me with an angry look, i shrug at him and turn my attention toward the feast. After dinner Sirius and Marlene are quick to leave the rest of the group not far behind. Remus and I drop to the back of the group,

“Thank you Remus, for not telling them.”

“You’re welcome, but Y/N what happens if you get selected.”

“I compete and deal with James and Sirius if it comes to that.”

“Just be careful people die in these competitions.” I squeeze his hand before we head into the common room and head to our dorms.

The next day we are all gathered in the hall surrounding the goblet when James and Sirius walk in and place their names in the goblet everyone cheers including me and Remus, we continue our classes for the day however i noticed James looking at me oddly all day. Up to this point no females from Hogwarts had entered their names. After dinner everyone headed back to their common rooms. I headed up to my room grabbing a piece of parchment and writing my name on it, As I headed back down the stairs I saw the Marauders sitting in a group with Lily and the rest of the girls, i tried sneaking past however Sirius was quick to notice me,

“Y/N, come join us!” He beamed Marlene curled in under his arm.

“I will later, I need to go see Minnie apparently she wanted to see me.” I smile at the group, i looked to remus who looked like he had paled concerned features spreading over his face. All day he had been hoping that i would change my mind and not enter my name but he also know that i wouldn’t. I exited the common room and started heading toward the goblet, i had been so caught up in my thoughts i hadn’t noticed James had grabbed the invisibility cloak and was following me through the hallways.

I opened the door and closed it again making sure the room with the goblet was empty before walking toward it putting the parchment in the blue flames.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!” I whipped my head around to see James standing their watching me.

“J-James w-why are you not with the others”

“I didn’t believe you and it felt like you were hiding something so i followed you, what the hell are you thinking.”

“I am thinking that me entering is no different to you entering.”

“It is very different!”

“HOW! Because i am not head boy or the captain of the quidditch team or the perfect golden child!” I scream at him tears streaming down my cheek. He stand there looking at me in shock. I quickly run out of the room headed toward the common room. “Y/N” I hear James shout behind me but i keep running. As i enter the common room i notice the girls have gone up to their room and it is just Sirius, Remus and Peter in the common room probably waiting for me and James to return, Remus is the first to stand and i run into his arms as a soft sob leaves my lips, i hear the common room door close again,

“Y/N….” James stops and takes in the scene infront of him. I quickly fall out of Remus’ arms and face my brother.

“I am tired Jamie, can we not do this now.”

He nods and i turn and walk up the stairs toward the dorms.

“What the hell was that” i hear Sirius ask as i walk away.

“I have no idea.” James mumbles.

Over the next few days i keep a low profile only talking to the boys when i am at the great hall and spend all my free time hiding in the library. Finally the night comes that the champions are to be drawn.

Dumbledore finishes his speech and it was time to draw the champions. He announces the two champions from the visiting schools.

“And finally the Hogwarts Champion is.” The goblet spits out a piece of parchment and as Dumbledore reads the name he smiles slightly.

“Y/N POTTER!”

#sirius x y/n #sirius black #marauders #harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine

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neaverse · 11 months

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hi hi!! i am curious about the art class fic and the regulus birthday fic if you wanna talk about either or both of those!

Omg hi, thank you!! I'll gladly talk about both of them because they're so ridiculous and I love them😭

The Art class fic is such a silly fic that I came up with one night and I truly want to finish it. It's partially a texting fic— well, there's a lot of texting but it's also just a regular fic set in a modern, muggle world.

Basically, James spontaneously decides to sign up for an art class after seeing an ad online. James is not an artistic person at all, but it looked fun, so why not? He doesn't expect much, but he certainly doesn't expect to see Sirius’ little brother sat behind a desk as soon as he walks through the door.

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James thinks, bitterly, as he comes to a harsh stop in the doorway to the classroom, that the universe is out to get him. There is no bloody way that this is happening. No, Regulus Black is not taking the same art class as him. He is just not.

Regulus is supposed to be in France, drinking and shopping and partying his way across the country with Barty and Evan, if his Instagram stories and posts are anything to go by, that is. So, imagine James’ surprise when his best friend's little brother— whom he hasn’t seen in three years— is not only back in England, but taking the same art class as James. At the same time as him. In the same building.

James contemplates the idea of running out of the building and not showing up to a single class because of this. Regulus has yet to notice him, sitting in the back with his headphones on and eyes plastered on his phone screen. He thinks that his chances of making a quiet exit without ever letting Regulus know that he was there are quite good.

Aaaand another one:

James: DONT YOU DARE LILY

James: I TOLD YOU THIS IN SECRET

Sirius: You told her but not me???

Sirius: What kind of best friend are you??

Lils: The kind that wants to fuck your brother

Sirius: WHAT

Mary: OH MY GOD

Marls: NO YOU DIDNT JAMES

Marls: DID YOU FUCK HIS BROTHER???

James: NO I SWEAR I DIDNT

Remus: Prongs…

James: Yes…?

Remus: little advice. don’t come over tonight

Remus: actually, you should probably start running

Remus: if you want to live

James: Sirius?

Sirius: Best listen to Moony.

James: It was good knowing you all!!

James: And thank you Lils. I hate you

Lils: Hate you too<3

Marls: this is like watching a movie. Where’s the popcorn?

Pete: 🍿🍿🍿

The Regulus birthday fic was actually written on my own birthday. I was having a hard time and thought I would project all of my feelings towards turning older —and my birthday in general— onto Regulus, and this fic was born. It's a muggle au and it basically follows Regulus during his birthday (no shit) and how he tries to avoid having to celebrate it. He pretends he doesn't care, that it's just another day, but deep down he wishes someone (his brother) would care enough to message him. So, in good old Regulus fashion, he shuts everyone out and ends up having a depressive ass birthday. Yay!

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A perfect birthday, in Regulus' mind, is to pretend that it's just another day. No, nothing special about this date, just another boring, tiresome day of the week.

The problem, however, is his friends. They love birthdays. And despite knowing Regulus' hatred towards his own, they always plan something.

So, naturally, he has turned off his phone, locked the door to his flat and drawn the curtains shut, because it won't happen this year. He refuses to have them barging in with cake and wide grins on their faces. He refuses to watch Barty and Evan humiliate the fuck out of him as they start singing happy birthday out of tune in a packed restaurant. He refuses to have Pandora look at him with sympathy when he inevitably picks up his phone, waiting for a message from his brother that will never come. He refuses to have Dorcas beg him to go out for the night and get shitfaced drunk.

He also doesn't want to deal with his parents today, but there's so much to unpack about all of that so let's just… Not.

He's twenty as of today. Well, he's been twenty for eleven hours already. It doesn't feel real, very… anticlimactic, to say the least. It should be a milestone, but Regulus is all alone in his dark flat.

#wip game #future fic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders

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mooncat457writing · 2 years

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The Not Backup Date

Written for Fictober 2022 (@fictober-event)

Prompt: 1. “I chose you.”

Remus asks Sirius an important question about the Yule Ball.

“Hey, Padfoot?”

Sirius looked up from the Marauders’ Map, and a smile lit up his face at the sight of Remus standing in front of the fireplace. “Moony, did you finish your rounds already?”

“Yeah, Lily and I just got back.”

“Merlin, I must have gotten really into the map. I didn’t even realize how late it was.” Sirius chuckled, and Remus joined, although it sounded a little forced. “Well, we should probably get to bed.” Sirius started to stand, but Remus blurred out a frantic, “Wait,” making him stop.

“Um, wait, before you go upstairs….” Remus shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Do you think we could talk for a second?”

Sirius frowned. “Is everything alright?”

Remus looked down at his feet. “Yeah, everything is fine. I just need—I want to run something by you.”

Sirius patted the seat next to him on the couch. Remus took the seat but kept his gaze focused away from Sirius, this time focusing on his clasped fingers in his lap.

Sirius studied him for a long moment. Remus was often quiet. It’s what made him so good at pranks; no one ever suspected him when he was the mastermind. However, even in his quietest moments, he usually carried himself with a certain level of ease and confidence that never failed to draw Sirius in. At least, after their second year, he had. Up until then, he’d been jumpy and a little withdrawn. Still fun and mischievous, but guarded. Not unlike the Remus sitting in front of Sirius now. This Remus was nervous, and if he was nervous, something was wrong.

“Are you sure everything is alright?” Sirius asked gently. He wanted to reach out and take Remus’ hand so he would stop fraying the edges of his jumper—and just hold his hand if he was being honest—but he didn’t. “Did something happen on rounds?”

Remus glanced up. He worried at his lower lip, and Sirius suppressed a groan. If he only knew how crazy that drove him…

“No. No, nothing happened on rounds,” Remus said quickly. “I wanted to talk to you about the Yule Ball.”

“What about it?”

“Do you have a date?”

Sirius shook his head. “Nah, a few girls asked, but I didn’t think it’d be right to say yes and lead them on, knowing it would never go anywhere.” When Sirius started dating Gideon last year, the whole school assumed he was bi since he had also dated Marlene the year before. Since he was still at Grimmauld Place and could spin it to Walburga and Orion that he could still technically produce an heir, he let the assumption go uncorrected. But Remus and the rest of the Marauders knew he was only attracted to blokes—and Marlene since they had figured out together after three months of dating that they were both gayer than Christmas. Now that he was no longer living at Grimmauld Place, he didn’t need to keep up appearances, but he couldn’t quite feel arsed enough to come out all over again.

“Right.” Remus stared back at his hands. “Would you want to go together, then?”

Sirius knew Remus was likely asking him as a backup date or as a friend, but his stomach flipped all the same. “If you’re worried about not having a date, you don’t have to worry about it. I heard from Marls that Mary was planning on asking you.”

“No, I—“ Remus’ cheeks flushed. “She did ask. I said no.”

“I thought you liked Mary,” Sirius said.

“I do. As a friend.”

“And she didn’t want to go as just friends?”

“No, she did. That’s why she asked me. After her breakup with Benjy, she doesn’t want to rush into anything new,” Remus explained.

Sirius furrowed his brow. “Then why not go with her? What’s the difference between going with her as just a friend versus me as just a friend?”

Remus looked up at that and gave him an exasperated look. “I’m asking you to be my date.”

“Right,” Sirius said, also exasperated now. “Your backup friend date in case you can’t find a real date.”

“No, Sirius—I’m asking you to be my date.” He emphasized the last word. “My real date.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Clearly. And to think Lily spent half of our rounds giving me a pep talk because I was nervous you’d say no,” Remus said dryly. “I’m not asking you to go with me as a backup or as just a friend. I’m asking you to go with me because I fancy you and want to date you.”

“You’re—why?”

“Why do I fancy you?”

Sirius nodded, unable to speak.

“I swear to Merlin, Padfoot if you are just fishing for compliments—“

“I’m not,” Sirius said in a rush. And he really wasn’t. Because as much as he had dreamed of hearing Remus say those words to him, it was always just that—a dream. In reality, it didn’t make sense. “You’re cute and smart and kind and funny. You could choose anyone you wanted.”

“Okay, well, no, I really can’t. But even if I could, I chose you—“

“Why would you want me, though? An impulsive, selfish result of centuries of inbreeding who has no idea what it means to actually love another person because I’ve got a family of sociopaths.”

“And I’m a werewolf,” Remus countered. “Yes, you are impulsive and occasionally selfish, and your biological family may be a bunch of sociopaths save Regulus, Andromeda, and your Uncle Alphard. Still, you absolutely know what it looks like to love another person. You obviously love Prongs and his parents.”

“And I love you, but that’s different.” Sirius ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I know I’m capable of feeling love; I just have no idea how to show it. I don’t know what a healthy relationship looks like.”

“You became an illegal animagus on the off chance it might make my transformations easier,” Remus said.

“So did James and Peter.”

“Yes, but I know it was your idea.” Remus smiled softly. “I know you spent nearly all of our third year in the library trying to figure out ways to help me before you even thought to clue in James and Peter. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved in my entire life than I did when I saw your mangy black dog for the first time and knew what it meant.”

“I’m not mangy,” Sirius mumbled.

They didn’t speak for a long moment, then Remus finally broke the silence. “So, are you going to answer my question? Because the waiting is kind of killing me.”

Sirius locked eyes with him, and although he was terrified of absolutely mucking things up, he nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to be your date.”

The smile that broke across Remus’ face was blinding, and if he hadn’t been sitting, Sirius might have gone weak in the knees. “I should probably warn you that I’m a terrible dancer.”

“I know. I’ve seen you in McGonagall’s lessons.” Sirius grinned, then in a moment of Gryffindor courage, he reached over to take Remus’ hand in his. “Luckily, I’m graceful enough for the both of us.”

#my writing #fictober22 #wolfstar #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction

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postalninja · 1 year

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I think I missed the sleepover asks but oh well! Gonna ask anyway heh

Top 3 rarepairs... and feel free to Go Off talking about what drew you to them 😉

The sleepover continues into the week! :D (aka I'm bad at answering asks in a timely manner) Well. This certainly is the question now, isn't it? Considering that pretty much every pairing I ship is a rarepair, I can't include them all, so I will stick with the top three that live in my heart *Right Now.* 1. H'aanberic. Always H'aanberic. They continue to be my most beloved OTP, my inspiration for fanfic and art, my hit-me-in-the-feels they-are-so-precious-to-me blorbos! *weeps* I'll literally never get over them, your honor. 2. Magus/Marle. Ever since reading Saint & Martyrs I have been slain by these two. I've always had a thing for Magus, but hadn't really thought about pairing him and Marle until reading that fic. But, man, the possibilities, the dynamic! He's so closed-off and guarded, she's naive and cheerful, and pairing them up and watching them help each other grow is simply delicious. I love seeing Marle becoming more mature and serious, and Magus letting down his walls for her. And of course I love a good enemies-to-lovers arc, so you can't go wrong with that! 3. Auron/Lulu. So tragic. So sexy. So perfect for each other. And so rare!! (forever salty that more people don't see the potential here) I think these two are the best example of my "type" - the perfect combination of mature and serious so that when you tempt them with one another they resist so hard until they simply *can't* anymore and then give in unreservedly like god intended. A++

#answering asks #sleepover ask game #triceratopper #h'aanberic #h'aanit/olberic #marle/magus #auron/lulu #so do i declare as the rarepair hornylady

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 months

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Reflection on Past and Future (Platonic) (OC: Marle Skywalker)

Summary: The war is over - at least now now, and Marle actually has a moment to think about things. The future, especially, being something that they never thought about before. Rey, meanwhile, fears looking backwards.

Post TROS lil fic with Rey and my OC Marle both struggling to process everything that happened over the ST, and attempting to find some way through.

Marle had meditated before. It helped calm them during the moments where the war and life and their mind all got too much, and jumbled all together into one giant mess. Despite not being force sensitive - or, at least, not enough to fully tap into it, if what Poe said about the force and how it flows through all things meaning that everyone had it to varying degrees - Rey still helped them meditate. It, usually, helped. Didn’t do the trick all the time, but either way they were in a less stressed state than they were before the activity.

This moment in time however, was different. There was no war. Not anymore. Instead, there was the beginnings of peace - or some kind of it anyway. The First Order were down (even if cells of it always survived; that was one of the things Finn had said they needed to watch out for, how those cells could grow into something bigger.) and the Emperor had been destroyed by himself. The Jedi survived, even with Rey creating new things for it. Continuing the legacy, but also building on it to make sure another Anakin Skywalker ever happened again - in all senses; chosen one and all.

That was the problem to Marle, there was no action. Only stillness. On Jakku, stillness was never completely allowed. There were always creeks in the distance of Star Destroyers; always the sounds of winds hallowing; sometimes even screams in the night or blaster fire to match it. Despite the planet being almost barren to the eye, it wasn’t.

Marle had learned from a young age to never fully let your guard down. To always be ready. Prepared at the drop of a hat to spring into action.

That wouldn’t be happening for a while, or maybe even ever again.

They didn’t really know how to process it. Marle was glad, don’t get them wrong. Victory was what they wanted, both for them and their family - but also for the galaxy at large. For people to be able to make choices and be themselves with no real fear.

Marle’s fears, however, never left them.

They knew it wouldn’t be an instant thing. The trauma they went through of the past year wouldn’t just go at the click of some fingers - though the pained look Rey sometimes gave them made her wish there could be such a thing. They all had to process it their own ways. Rey trained a lot, meditated, then spoke to someone. Poe and Rose especially did that a lot with the same person, just at different times. Finn was slowly opening up to that idea. He, himself, starting to do that as well with captured First Order people, and other Resistance fighters. He was a natural at it. A kind soul. Marle smiled at the thought of their brother.

That smile soon dropped when it came back to themselves. They were meditating too. Why wasn’t it working?

“Marle?” A gentle voice asked. Marle looked up. Rey had come for them. She didn’t look worried. Her features were more relaxed. She had a small smile on her face as she looked at them. Marle mirrored it with a small one of their own. Rey’s one dimmed a bit.

One thing about being in each other’s lives for so long and in desperate situations of life and death? They could see what other people couldn’t: the true emotion of the other.

“What’s wrong?” The older sister asked. While reading people wasn’t always the younger Skywalker’s best quality, Rey’s soft tone continuing seemed to say that it was ok if they didn’t want to say for now.

When Rey didn’t receive an answer, she instead sat down, legs crossed like Marle had done. Marle shut their eyes again, but Rey kept her’s open.

Some silence went by, but Rey still felt the disturbance within her sibling. Something wasn’t sitting right with them. She always knew that sisterly instinct within her wanted to solve it. But, she also knew that Marle would want a chance to do it themselves. They weren’t different people persay now, but - Rey especially - instead saw different sides to each other. Their appreciation for each other had grown deeper, as well as their understanding of the other. Rey seeing Marle’s ability to adapt and keep fighting; Marle seeing how far Rey fully goes for those she loves, alongside letting her walls down with other people and letting herself love others and be loved. Those sides were always there, this…journey was what brought it out of them. Both were thankful for that part of it, at least.

“How did you do it?” Marle asked. Rey felt, and even saw by their stance alone, something shift within them.

“How did I do what, sorry?” She watched her sibling carefully here, trying to detect anymore shifts as they opened up.

They opened their eyes again, a sigh leaving them. Not one of frustration at Rey, but more so one about their own inability to describe it.

“How did you get better?”

While Rey appreciated the bluntness, it did also take her back a bit.

“I don’t think I am. Not fully, anyway.”

“Oh…”

“I - I think I’m better than I was then, for sure,” Rey said, hoping that these were the magic words she needed to get things back on a more positive track.

“But like…how did you know that?”

“Well,” Rey repositioned herself slightly, getting more comfortable as she took a moment to genuinely think about it - the whole process was new to her; and, according to the person she was talking to, there was a lot to process.

“To be honest,” she continued, “it felt like a weight being lifted. A metaphorical one, but a weight nonetheless. I asked Poe about that feeling too, if that helps.”

Marle smiled a bit. Siblings in a lot of ways it seemed, and not fully knowing how to cope was one of those things apparently.

“Do you think I ever will get to be like that?”

Rey’s heart clenched. Marle saw the internal flinch, and their eyes softened.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t,” Rey was firmer with tone this time, “don’t be sorry. It’s a question that is on your mind and — has it been for a long time?”

Marle nodded. Rey did too, even if it were slower and more weighted.

“Everyone has different timelines with it and —“

Marle stood up, and looked to the water on Ajan Kloss. The jungle took their breath away at first, then the water did for real. For Marle, it was too much for them. They flinched at it all of the way. They couldn’t go very far in, but no one blamed them for it.

Rey stood up, and moved next to Marle.

“Marle it…there’s no one way to this. Some things work for some people, but some things don’t for everyone. But, there will be a day when —“

“I don’t like that saying. I don’t…I don’t know how long I can hold on for.”

Rey found herself speechless. Marle’s eyes continued to bore into the water, but there was a vulnerability now at the surface. She’d seem to find it in spades what was going through her sibling’s head. Nothing nice. But now, it seemed, with all the time they all had now after the war, everything was hitting Marle at once.

Rey seemed more controlled with it. To be truthful, the only reason she was, was because of the rest of her family - how they all huddled around each other and kept an extra eye out.

Marle didn’t join them as much, she noted at the time. They didn’t completely close off, but they were around less so much that it became noticeable.

Rey shuddered. Feeling those emotions hit her as well. The confusion, malice of the self, the worry of the wait for it to all get better - but also the worry on the how it would improve and whether it ever would.

She knew every Jedi had doubts in themselves, the force, pretty much anything - it was a vary natural thing to do. Doubts were always going to crop up. Especially after events like what the Siblings of the Sand had gone through in such a short amount of time. So short that they didn’t ever fully get a chance to slow down.

They had that now, but Rey seemed more adjusted to it than Marle.

Marle looked at the water. The memory was still there, the feelings still somewhat raw whenever they thought about it. But maybe…maybe they could go a little deeper next time. Maybe if they sought out their friends instead of the other way around. Rey was trying. They all were. Marle appreciated that, even if the voice in their head and the inability to adapt to this shifting situation lingered.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Marle looked to her, bewildered, “why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t - I didn’t act fast enough.”

“I’m not angry at you.”

“…I would be.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t do my job.”

“Your ‘job’?” There was a slight bit of hurt to the younger sibling’s voice.

“I’m your sister. Your sibling. Your friend. Whichever way we want to say it, I care about you, and I failed in being there for you. I’m sorry about that.”

“I guess I failed too, then. I didn’t really help you either. Especially after you…passed.”

It had been the first time it had been spoken about between them. For once, Rey didn’t instantly jump in. Neither did Marle. They both processed what was just said.

“You didn’t fail me,” Rey decided on.

“Then how can you say that you failed me?”

Fair point. The feelings stayed, however.

Marle sighed, then slightly chuckled, “I think this is the first time we’ve actually spoken to each other.”

Rey nodded, “I’m glad we are now. I just…I just don’t like that I took us so long.”

Marle shrugged, “we never really had any experience with it.”

Rey snorted. That was true.

“I’m glad we’re trying to,” she nudged them slightly. They nudged her back.

“When do you leave to start building the order again?”

“A few months,” she said, “still preparing.”

“Are you scared?”

“Terrified. What if - what if I fail them?”

Marle looked to Rey with a soft look. They put a hand on her arm, “you haven’t failed me,” they said, “you’re a good person, Rey. The darkness calls to you, as it would all of us —“

“But what I came from, Mar…I’m glad I have my actually family still here,” she said, putting a hand on their’s, “but…I don’t know. Sometimes my blood scares me. What it can do. What I can do. What I could do.”

“You aren’t your blood.”

“But I feel like at any moment…maybe I could be. Maybe it could all go wrong in a moment of anger —“ Rey took a shuddering breath. She blinked a few times, the tears still being there unfortunately.

Marle took their own breath, hugging Rey instead as they looked to the lake.

“We’re not doing so good, are we?”

“We’ve been better,” Rey laughed, running her fingers through Marle’s hair.

When she looked at that binary sunset and declared the name of her true family, she meant it. She always will. She’s a Skywalker, not a Palpatine. Blood meant less and less to her each day. But still, there was a part of her gnawing at her. A rage at the world for all it had done to herself and Marle. She overcame it with Palpatine. She did. But she hated that it was still there. That it hadn’t fully left her.

She supposed, in some way, just as those feelings of inadequacy and self hatred continued to bubble in Marle, despite the efforts of the others and the impact they had each had on the younger individual.

She let herself go lax, weight leaving her once again. She let herself see that the battles never ended. Apart of that drove her mad, another part made her look down at her younger sibling, seeing them looking to the water with a mixed look.

“Maybe —“ she sniffled, “maybe we just…maybe we just take it one step at a time. You and me, yeah? Both together and separate.”

Marle nodded, “I can try that…” they’re hiccuped, “I can try that.”

“That’s all any of us can ask.”

Marle hugged Rey tighter, “you’re a good person, Rey Skywalker.”

“And you, Marle Skywalker,” she pushed them back slightly, making sure they met eyes, “are someone who deserves all the space to understand your emotions and move in your own time. You understand me?”

They nodded. Rey mirrored it.

It wasn’t perfect. It was some sort of start, however. An acknowledgment. They weren’t fully ok. Still not fully fine with all the bad things that happened. Maybe they never fully would be. Maybe those scars would never fully heal.

That was ok. Well, not ok, but at least understandable.

They didn’t have to bare it alone, however. They had each other, the siblings of the sand; but also the new people added to that family. The people of the resistance and the Jedi.

They had to look back at some times to move forward; and also look back to see how far forward they had come.

It was an odd push and pull. Maybe they’d never fully master it. But they could try. They could do that at least.

That was all anyone could do.

#Marle Skywalker #Star Wars Oc #Rey Skywalker x oc #Rey Skywalker & Oc #Star Wars & oc #Star Wars x oc #oc x cannon #star wars fanfiction #star wars fan fiction

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quindolyn · 3 years

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🖊Can it be James writing a letter to y/n, but she’s dead and he writes letters to her time to time and “tells” her about everything going on, with the Marauders and Harry. P.S. y/n died basically protecting James and Harry(sorta how Lily did). And can it be a little sad...? But a bit happy as well? Thank you!:)

Warnings: really angsty, I actually like it but I liked it more as I was writing it than I did proof reading it, James angst might be the only fanfic that can make me cry and trust me I did

My Sunshine,

I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry, life’s been hectic and every time I mean to sit down to write to you Harry starts crying, or Padfoot and Moony show up and I forget. I don’t like forgetting things about you, forgetting about you, but every time I look at our little boy and I see that scar on his forehead I remember.

He’s got your eyes Sunshine, exact same ones, everyone still says he’s the spitting image of me, but he’s got your nose. I swear it. I know I used to tell you that when he was a baby but it’s even more obvious now and I don’t see how other people miss it. Minnie sees it, she comes over all the time and plays with Harry, says she’s already saving him a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he’s such a strong flyer already, he’s gonna be amazing baby, I can feel it.

Moony’s talking about taking the DADA post at Hogwarts, Padfoot’s made sure that neither of them will ever have to work a day in their lives but you remember how he always talked about that being what he wanted to do. Third year he came into our dorm after tutoring a first year and told us all that he wanted to be a professor, wanted to teach, it was right after a moon and the first time I’d seen him smile all that year. If anyone has the patience for it it’s him.

Think if he accepts Dumbledore’s offer Sirius might find work too, always told us he was gonna be a trophy husband but with every passing day another restriction is enacted, another law is passed and the love of his life loses more and more of his rights. You know our Padfoot, he’s not just gonna let that go, not for Moons.

Haven’t been doing much myself if I’m being honest, Mom and Dad come by when they can but they’re getting older and most of the time it’s easier for Haz and I to go to them. He’s just as feisty as you are baby, he’s our little spitfire and his cheeks puff up and his face gets all red, he’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen.

Took him to get fitted for glasses this week, he’s got my shit eyesight and now he has these little tiny round frames perched on his nose and he keeps pushing them up because they won’t stop sliding down his nose. Makes him look more like Moony than his Dad but he’s mine, he’s ours. Mom keeps telling me he looks exactly as I did when I was his age, guess she’d know better than I would but m’not sure.

If I’m being honest there’s a real reason I haven’t written to you in a while, made a decision a little bit ago, and telling you makes it too real. Because if I don’t tell you then I can just pretend it never happened but if you know there’s no backing out of it, I can’t fail you, my love. But it’s tomorrow so there’s no more delaying the inevitable. I’m going on a date. Marls keeps telling me that it’s time, that I need to start the healing process but it’s still scary. I’m not ready to say goodbye, I’m not ready for you to be gone.

But every time I tried to talk myself out of it I could hear your voice in my head, telling me not to be stupid, not to play it safe, because I’m James Potter, and since when have I ever played anything safe?

So I’m not looking at it like I’m losing you like I’m saying goodbye. I’m looking at it like the next step that you’d want me to take because I know you Sunshine, and you’d kick me if I sat around forever wallowing.

S’getting late and I should get Harry ready for bed, thinking I’ll take him to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I love you (Y/N), I’ll always love you. I’ll write you afterward, after the… you know, tell you all about it.

Love,

Jamie

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57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?” + Poorly Timed Confession + modern au 😍 pretty please!!!

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“Hmmm… All right, would you rather, mmm… Smell Borris Johnson’s sweaty gym socks, or snog Professor Slughorn full on the mouth for a straight minute— oh erm, not so straight I reckon on second thought.”

Remus wrinkles his nose at him from across the bed, and clucks his tongue at the awful pun. “You’re unruly.”

“And you’re dodging,”

“Am not arse, I’m just recovering from that very terrifying scenario you’ve spewed out like the sadistic satanist you are.”

“Which scenario are you recovering from though?” Sirius leers, wiggling his eyebrows and jostling Remus’s textbook with his foot.

“I hate that you’re enjoying this so much,” Remus intones in a deadpan.

“Mary John, I’m waiting,” Sirius says with far too much glee.

Sometimes Remus is sure that he hates him. “Fine, the answer is I hate you.”

“Filthy and slanderous lies, Lupin.”

“You’re demented.”

“Five. Four. Three—“

“I won’t choose.”

“See, all I hear is that you wanna get it on with our chemistry professor, you saucy minx, you.”

Remus sniffs. “Better than touching that prick with even a ten foot pole.”

“Mmmm, have I ever told you how hot and heavy I get hearing you talk politics at me?”

Remus throws him the bird, which makes Sirius laugh. Remus can objectively say that Sirius has the most beautiful variations of laughter in the world, and he’d know considering he’s catalogued each one. This version is definitely top three. His care free, effortless laugh when Remus takes him off guard with a snide remark or lowly muttered retort that’s not appropriate for most company— It’s really more of a experience, truly. His breaths stutter out in a lovely staccato, and his eyes glimmer like the sea, and sometimes it feels like the world’s been suspended and it’s only the two of them in that slice of eternity.

Erm, Ah, but yeah…. That only happens occasionally, and it’s only because Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend— has been since the final year of primary school after Remus had moved to the London outskirts from his small, coastal town in Wales, and on first sight, Sirius swung a snowball straight to Remus’s face, which he of course responded to by throwing two more his way, and well… The pair of them were soaking and breathless by the end of it, but their fate was sealed, they were the greatest of friends, and nothing would ever alter that unquestionable staple.

So what if sometimes Remus’s chest thuds painfully when Sirius dimples his way, or Remus only ever wants to talk to him over anyone else— even Lily or his Mam— if he’s had a bad day, or good one, or if something remarkable had happened, or , or… Or whenever really. And there’s absolutely no significance that Remus can’t help the totally delighted grin that splits his face in half whenever he gets a text or snap from Sirius.

None of that is at all relevant.

Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend, and he’d never risk ruining that by allowing some pesky little crush swallow him whole and clammer out his mouth— vulnerable and throbbing in the open space between them. It doesn’t matter if Marlene always makes kissy faces their way, or how James only ever refers to them as a couple, and so what if Peter’s got a pole running that Remus knows basically the whole school is betting on.

They’re all wrong, Sirius would never, ever feel the same sort of way that Remus does him, that’s downright preposterous and ridiculous and just simply impossible. And Remus’s perfectly content with that very real truth… He is.

Remus is fine with it God help him. So everyone else just needs to but the fuck out of their business.

Besides, this, this right now— Him and Sirius splayed out on opposite ends of Remus’s bed, with Sirius’s feet nudging at Remus’s elbow whenever he’s got a question about there homework, with the window cracked open just so, letting in some of the chilly winter air because Sirius absolutely can not focus if he’s not cold— the fucking furnace— Where Remus can still hear the going ons of his family playing out on the floor below them… This is the most perfect place in Remus’s eyes, and he won’t ever change that, especially not to live out some boyhood fantasy that would never come into fruition in his wildest of dreams.

Remus’s content… He is… He has to be or else he’d lose one of the most vital people in his world.

“You’ve got footie practice after school, right?”

“Mmhmm, you coming to watch?”

“Only if you admit i’m your good luck charm,” Remus sardonically bats his lashes at Sirius as if he was in a mascara advert, and the taller boy blows a raspberry right back at him.

“Nice, real nice. You’re extraordinarily mature, you know that, Black?”

“And sexy, don’t forget that, oh so important descriptor Lupin.”

Remus leans against the locker besides Sirius’s, watches as he trades his current binders for the lot he’ll need for the afternoon, and tries really hard not to stare too longingly at how Sirius’s arm muscles ripple beneath their school’s maroon, uniform jackets in the most delicious of ways. (He hates the fact he’s been dissolved into a starry eyed mess lusting over the star striker, but thus is his fate.)

“I’d never commit such a faux pas, and I’m insulted that you’d ever think as much.”

Sirius sneers at him with a slight shake to his head. “So you coming or not?”

“I’m still contemplating my options,” he preens, but before Sirius could retort, Marlene, megawatt smile and dangerously sharp smirk— swaggers over towards them.

“Good morning my two beautiful chums!”

“What do you want?” Sirius asks before even glancing her way, to which Marlene blinks up at him, faux owlish. “S, I just wanted to greet a couple of my closest companions this lovely December morning,” she defends herself.

“Marls, you’re never this agreeable before noon,” Remus points out hesitantly.

“ And you rarely are even afterwards,” Sirius tacks on.

“Rude,” she pouts.

“Accurate,” Remus pipes in with an apologetic grimace.

Marlene stares them both down for a solid minute before finally relaxing her shoulders, and thrusting out the legal pad in her grasp. “The student council and spirit society are selling corsages for the snowflake formal, and Dorcas has deployed me to get some orders.”

“Whipped,” Sirius teases through a counter-fit cough.

Marlene doesn’t hesitate before smashing the legal pad on his head. “And you traipsing around getting people to buy the tickets for the theatre department last semester even though Re was only playing Mercutio wasn’t you being wrapped around his littlest finger?”

Remus flushes, feeling an unnerving amount of bees stinging around his stomach, and is thankful when the conversation pauses after Sirius casts her a very heated V. “Sod off.”

“So are you guys gonna buy or not?” Marlene huffs, weight slung to her left hip, and arms crossed against her chest.

“I’m a gay bloke, Marls, did you forget that?” Remus pins her with a one eyed squint, and she just scrunches her face up at him, exasperated.

“I’m sure there’s matching boutonnieres.”

“Fine, I just don’t have any school spirit then.”

This time she glares. “Lily and James are Head Boy and Head Girl, isn’t there like an oath between you lot, one for all and all for one, or some rot?”

“That’s the three musketeers,” he says.

“isn’t that basically who you guys are?” She reasons.

Before their wage of words could continue, Sirius just grabs the order form out of Marlene’s hands and fills out a sheet with the flurry of his pen. “Happy?”

“Positively delighted,” she leers, pecking them both on the cheek before strutting off, reminding them of their group study session at Alice’s tonight in her wake.

Sirius shakes his head, reluctantly amused with a grin gathering on the corners of his mouth, but for Remus everything feels like it’s frozen. “You didn’t have to do that you know? ’S not like James is much of a Head Boy anyhow, and Lily wouldn’t have really cared.”

Sirius shrugs, commences their walk to the opposite wing of the school for their shared history class. “Emmy likes that sort of romantical shite.”

Remus sees red, feels his heart lodging in his damn esophagus. “Oh, so— Erm, you’re taking her then,” Remus wonders if his tone sounds as detached as he feels.

“Yeah,” Sirius eyes him, questioning. “She wants that title of snow queen real bad, made me promise I’d campaign with her and the whole shtick.”

“Oh,” it’s like Remus could feel it when he closes off completely, can feel his hopes squashed down and his heart contract and his every organ collapsing in on themselves, leaving him feeling hollowed out completely.

Sirius slows down marginally, eyeing him with a slight frown. “Is that all right? I know you two don’t exactly get along and we were planning to go as a group, bu—“

“It’s fine,” Remus hates how screechy his voice gets, how he feels like he’s about to scream. “You two are a shoe in, no doubt.”

Sirius tries to mirror Remus’s faux excitement with a tepid grin of his own, but Remus doesn’t let him, instead commandeering their typical table on the back row and tries focussing on the thousandth war with France while his world tilts off kilter.

Emmy is beautiful, and popular and her smile alone dazzles the whole room. She’s everything that Sirius should look for in a partner, someone to match his whip lash wit, and his taste for all things exuberant that skirt on flashy, and someone who’s got just as many friends and admirers as him.

They’re perfect and Remus should just get over his petty ass hatred of her, even if he still thinks she can be down right cruel and selective and selfish. Qualities Sirius surely isn’t… But maybe it’s all in his head how she sneers at people who she finds plane, or how she literally guffaws over the misfortune of others. Maybe his perception of how she wields people in like moths to a flame just to get what she wants is all a misunderstanding, or in his head or something.

Maybe all that’s possible, even if Remus seriously doubts it.

But at the end of the day, Sirius loves her— has been basically infatuated by Emmeline Vance since she first transferred at the start of their Freshman year. Sirius loves her, and who ever Sirius loves is merely an extension of him… Right?

Remus just needs to get over it and somehow rid himself of this crush he’s been fostering for so long it’s basically a part of him at this point. Though, he thinks it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t see their faces plastered on posters everywhere the week and a half leading up to the dance— looking like actual royals that would put Will and cate to shame.

“Yo cheekbones!”

Remus starts, swivels around from where he was scratching his pen to paper, finding Sirius— as glimmering and beautiful as always— swaggering up to him, insanely electric smile painted over his face.

“Would you rather eat a jumbo jar of jalapeños without a break, or eat the toenails from someone with athlete’s foot next to your dinner every night of the rest of your life?”

“I thought you were having lunch with Emmy to keep up your royalty status before this weekend?” Remus asks, tacitly side stepping from the horrific images swimming to the forefront of his mind because of his cruel question.

“Now that doesn’t sound like an answer to my ultimatum,” Sirius says in a singsong sort of voice.

“You answer me first,” Remus says airily.

“But I asked first,” Sirius argues haughtily.

“Well both your options would kill me, so I wouldn’t do either,” Remus retorts.

“That’s not how the game works!”

“You’re the one who always says that rules were made to be broken,” Remus says, lofty as all get out,, and dissolves into laughter at the completely cross look Sirius’s giving him.

“You were born to be contrary, weren’t you?”

“So lunch?”

“Got bored,” he shrugs, hopping onto the corner of the desk Remus’s working on. “What you up to instead of eating?”

“My position paper for Model UN.” Sirius smiles down at him, and Remus can’t help the flush that spreads across his cheeks in return. “Not as glamorous as running as Snow King, I know.”

“It’s precious,” Sirius contends, his soft timbre sounding like syrup and his long fingers fluttering against Remus’s skin, pushing back a lock of his ever disheveled, tawny curls in a far to gentle way, and Remus gulps before averting his gaze to break the sudden tautness that’s built between them.

They’ve had so many of these almost moments, ones that Remus’s always treasured but he knows doesn’t mean much of anything at all to Sirius— Sirius who is effortlessly hilarious, and brims with genius and who is so beautiful that sometimes it hurts looking at him for too long. Sirius who has a new suitor at his beck and call on a near weekly basis. But whenever they transpire now, it just hurts all the more because Remus knows in his heart of hearts that they will never lead anywhere, and Sirius is in love with Emmy and Remus can’t let himself float around in this daydream for any longer.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat, shuffles in his seat only slightly. “I’m Algeria so my Mam’s pretty excited about it. She’s been telling me all the stuff Wikipedia’s got wrong and everything.”

Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Your mother is kinda everything, you know that?”

Remus twists his mouth up, reluctant. “Don’t tell her as much, or else she’ll go on and on how she won Miss Teen Great Britain when she was only sixteen.”

“Hmm, I was wondering where you got that pretty face.”

“You, Sirius Black, can go lick an unwashed arse.”

“You’ll never catch a suitor with that cheek of yours though. I’d work on that, Lupin.”

“I don’t think I could ever win Miss Congeniality, alas.” Remus doesn’t quite catch Sirius’s reply, to busy responding too the text his phone just chirped with instead.

“Mary John, are you listening?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sirius’s brows hike up, flabbergasted smile stretched across his face. “So totally rude! And I came all the way here— to the place where dreamers die— just to spend time with you.”

“Sorry,” Remus gives him an abashed little half grin before setting the phone back down. “’s just Fabian.”

Sirius’s expression drops, goes inquisitive instead of his typical ebullience. “Fabian? Why’s Fabian Prewett texting you, and why is he,” Sirius crooks his head so he’s able to read the new message that popped up on Remus’s phone’s screen. “Asking about color coordination?”

Remus blushes for an entirely new reason now, one he likes much less. “Ah, he’s the sort to like it when our suits like match, but not in an abrasive fashion, you know?”

Sirius’s face goes scarily blank.

“Your suits? Suits for what?”

“The dance…” Remus says slowly, he’s confused what Sirius’s confused about.

“The dance… Right… I thought you were still going with everyone else?”

“Pff, no way,” Remus scoffs. “Lily’s only pretending to be single, you know how red in the face she gets whenever around James. They’ll end up dancing the whole night away. And with Dorcas running the whole event and Benjy thinking any social function is a plague on society, that’d leave me stuck with Peter and Mary, . And honestly I’ve seen enough of her tongue shoved down his throat for a lifetime.” Remus is only slightly surprised that doesn’t even elicit a chuckle from Sirius, who’s now looking a bit stormy— and he thinks he’ll never be accustomed to his mercurial moods that can change as quickly as the snap of the finger.

“Right… So you’re going with Fabian Prewett… as your date?”

“Yes… Why is that so hard to believe?”

“it’s, it’s not,” Sirius scrambles, suddenly standing up.

“Then why are you being so weird about this,” Remus argues, getting up to meet him at his level.

“Am not!”

“You’re going with Emmy,” Remus reminds him, this edge of desperate.

“I know I am, okay. But you— you—“ Sirius tappers off, eyes glassy and lips parted with words he can’t get out, and Jesus fucking Christ is it weird how for the first time ever their roles have reversed. Sirius can’t put any sentences together, and everything Remus’s been beating down— everything thrashing inside of him— are now burning his throat and warring over who can spill out first.

“What? I’m suppose to stay behind like the pathetic, nobody friend. The guy who’s just there to moon after you while you have an actual life. The Judie garland to your Mickie Roomie!”

“What are you even talking about right now!” Sirius shouts, sounding as torn apart as Remus feels.

“As if you don’t know!” He snarls, collecting his books into his backpack— Suddenly this room feels to stifling. He can’t breathe and it’s too hot and his chest is pounding.

He’s imploding and Remus has no idea how to rectify it.

“Just stop! Remus Stop!”

“leave me the fuck alone Sirius!”

“Why are you being such a prick about this!”

And that, that makes Remus angry, angrier than he’s ever been.

Before he could even think about it for a moment longer, Remus is rounding on him, dashing so close to Sirius that he can taste his breath with how close their faces are skirting against each other.

“I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, and I know that you’re in love with Emmy and, and I just know okay.”

“Wha—“ Sirius sputters, looking like a gaping fish. “Wait a second, are you jealous? Of sodding Emmy Vance?”

“Don’t!” Remus practically growls out. "Don’t disrespect me, okay? Don’t pretend that you never knew, or that I was such a good actor. I’ve been in love with you for years and you always knew and Fine, I get it. You never felt the same way, that’s fine. But just don’t pretend as if you never had the choice, don’t make me out as the bad guy for actually, finally saying yes to a bloke who’s actually into me. I need to fucking give up on the premise of us, I need to get over you. So I’m going out with fucking Fabian Prewett and you’re going out with Emmy Vance and that’s that!”

His breaths are labored, jagged and painful, as they race out of him, but Remus can’t move. He’s staring straight into Sirius’s beautiful, gray eyes, and he sees everything he’s always seen there, and hates that this is probably the last time he’ll get to be this close to him.

Not after this.

“I didn’t,” is the first thing Sirius croaks out, broken and helpless. “i didn’t know, Remus you have to believe me— I didn’t—”

“How! How could you not know!” He shouts back, but Remus doesn’t get his answer in so many words, instead he feels it.

He feels it when Sirius clamps his hands on either end of his waste-line, feels it when Sirius smashes their lips together in a cacophony of lips, and teeth and spit. He feels it when Sirius moans in side of him, when his hand moves down, spreads across the width of the small of his back, pushing their torsos even closer. Remus feels it when everything goes into focus, when he takes Sirius into his arms, greedy and excited and disbelieving.

And Remus thinks to all the other times he’s kissed another boy— To this prior weekend swapping snogs with a beaming Fabian in the back of a theatre. He thinks of how there was never anything worth anything when he kissed any of them Because it was all Sirius, always Sirius. And he could try to love Fabian, or some other cute boy, and he tried, and he tried, and he tried, and he gave all he had…but it was never enough, could it ever be enough?

Remus knows it in his bones that it’s enough when it’s with Sirius.

When they finally pull apart it’s difficult to breathe and Remus feels lightheaded and it’s wonderful in the most marvelous of ways.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sirius says in a whisper.

“Maybe next time give a guy some warning?” Remus can’t help the shit eating smirk that swipes across his mouth and is elated at the adorably cross scowl Sirius answers him with.

“Fine jackass, how’s this for a warning, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“That’ll be sufficient, I suppose,” Remus goads, laughing against Sirius’s lips when he does just that.

~*~

Sirius ends up winning snow king, but rejects the dance with Emmy, opts to ask Remus to join him instead, as if they were in the middle of some John Hughes movie from the fucking 80s.

It’s utterly ridiculous and overdone and simply way too much— but everyone applauded and cheered and when Sirius kissed him in the middle of it, Remus felt as if his whole body sung with joy.

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