A/N: A little continuation from Something Old, Something New. You don’t necessarily need to have read it to understand this though. Thank you to my lovely friend and Beta for this fic @ozarkthedog , who I don’t deserve because I often forget to credit her 🤣😘 Enjoy!
Your mother insisted on it.
Every Thursday night, without fail.
A notion you would have dreaded a few months earlier, but now all you saw it as was a chance to tease Bucky, and remind him of what he was missing out on while he played happy marriages with her.
“How’s college sweetheart?” You heard your mother ask as you absentmindedly picked at your pasta, one foot resting between Bucky’s thighs – the tips of your toes rubbing against the bulge in his trousers.
“Fine, nothing exciting to report.” You replied nonchalantly, leaning back in your chair, your arms raised high above your head as you feigned a stretch; the hem of your crop top riding up just enough to get his blood pumping.
“What about you, Honey? You’ve been working late a lot this week. You must be exhausted, poor thing.” She cooed as she looked over at Bucky, a sickly-sweet tone to her voice that made your stomach lurch.
He hadn’t been working late at all. He’d been picking you up from college most days in fact.
You’d spent most evenings that week tangled up in a cheap, motel bed with him. It was exhilarating, and the guilt you felt wasn’t a patch on the lust that grew in your belly with each passing tryst.
Bucky nearly choked on his water when the pad of your foot pressed firmly against the rigid outline of his cock, his sapphire eyes shooting you a firm look of warning. You couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your glossy lips, replaced soon by a grimace as he placed his hand over your mothers, squeezing it with an affection that you were certain was for your benefit.
“Been pretty busy, Doll. How’s about I take you out this weekend, huh? That new French restaurant just opened up in the City. I’ll make a reservation, just the two of us.”
His stare locked with yours, burning a hole through your skull as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth in unreasonable rage.
You dropped your foot from his chair, tucking it beneath you as a thought popped into your head – a coy smirk rising on your lips.
“Hey Mom, I’m probably not gonna be home on Saturday night. I just thought I should let you know; I know you worry.”
You didn’t have to look up to know his eyes were still on you, studying your intentions.
“Does someone have a date or something?” Your mother teased, nudging you with her knee beneath the table. “We’ll be in the City anyway by the sounds of it, sweetheart. Who’s the lucky guy?”
Leaning back in your chair, you turned your head to face him, revelling in the very clear jealousy etched upon his strong features.
“Not a date, more like a something. You remember Peter, right? From my biology class?”
“Oh yes, yes he certainly is a looker. And he seems like a gentleman.” She was oblivious to the way her husband was looking at you, completely unaware of the fiery sexual tension burning in the air around her.
“A gentleman?” You scoffed, playing up to the idea that it certainly wasn’t a romantic date you were planning. “I sure hope not.”
Of course up until moments earlier you weren’t even planning on letting Peter take you out. But you knew he wanted you, knew he was more than a little interested.
You watched as Bucky’s jaw clenched, part proud and part scared, knowing it wouldn’t be the last you heard of it.
Dinner finished in near silence, the sound of cutlery tinkling against China ringing in the heavy air.
You couldn’t bear the tension, standing up and loading your plate into the dishwasher. Barely sparing him a second glance, you kissed your mother on the cheek.
“You know, I think I’m gonna go to bed. Early start and everything. G’night.”
Taking two steps at a time up the stairs, uncertainty and pride swirling in your gut, you made your way to your room.
Stripping off, you pulled on your oversized college sweatshirt, ridding yourself of your panties and diving into bed.
Your mind still ticking from dinner, you picked up your phone, the bright light causing you to squint slightly.
‘Hey Parker, wanna take me out on Saturday night?’
He was a sweet guy, and maybe a little part of you felt guilty for dragging him into your twisted game — but you couldn’t help yourself.
You ignored the niggling feeling in the back of your brain that you were growing all together too fond of Bucky, hiding behind a mask of unadulterated lust and desire.
Feeling yourself dozing off, a lazy smile on your face and your phone dangling in your hand, you pushed all thoughts of Bucky to the back of your mind. Slumber takes you quickly, and you don’t notice the shadow pass slowly through the crack of your door.
A pressure against your face startles you awake, his palm curled tightly against your mouth, breath hot in your ear. He’s behind you, his body weight looming down on top of you, the very prominent bulge in his pants rubbing against your bare ass.
“Peter Parker, huh?”
The blueish glare of your phone screen held in front of your face, you whimpered, a text from Peter staring straight back at you.
You tried to move, your mouth dewy from the heat of your own breath against his skin, inaudible pleas falling from your lips.
“I’m disappointed in you princess, thought you were gonna keep that little cunt tight and precious for Daddy.”
His grip over your face tightened, holding your head up to read the words displayed on the screen.
‘Oh wow, okay. You wanna see a movie? Or not? x’
Bucky’s breaths were ragged against your back -- the phone dropping to the mattress next to your head, his hand instantly pawing at the backs of your thighs possessively, his knee shoving your legs apart.
“How many times has Daddy fucked you this week, huh?” He gruffed, fingers sweeping through your already slick folds, pinching at your clit harshly. “Not enough, obviously. Greedy fuckin’ cockslut.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, yet not through sadness. No. You felt shame. Shame at the way you mindlessly wound your hips, seeking delicious friction against your core. His teeth found the shell of your ear and you yelped, your own teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm.
“I’d tell you to be quiet Princess, but we both know Mommy’s out for the count. Thank fuck for sleeping pills, ain’t that right?”
The thought of your mother passed out next door, the other side of your bedroom wall, did nothing to quell the intense hunger you felt for him.
His arm sweeping beneath you, he pulled you back to your knees, one hand instantly diving between your legs, cupping your sex with a primal desire that left your knees trembling.
Your mouth finally free of his grasp, he curled his bicep around your throat; his free palm slapping against your pussy, making you whine in need.
“We’ve been over this. You think anyone else can fuck you the way I fuck you?”
A finger stretched out your hole, pushing its way in to the knuckle, his grip around your throat tightening just a little. Enough to let you know that he was in charge, and he wasn’t in the mood for any resistance.
“Awful quiet for somebody who had so much to say at dinner, Princess. You like making Daddy mad, is that it?”
“N--no, Daddy.” You squeak, windpipe restricted beneath the weight of his thick bicep.
A second finger joined the first, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit, and all you could do was fall back into the solid wall of muscle behind you, your head lulling back against his collar bone.
“Oh, she does speak.” The feeling of his fingertips swiping back and forth across the sweet spot deep inside you left you panting, your own hands reaching to grab at his thighs. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Think Peter Parker can fingerfuck you like this? Think he can make you come?”
With a slight twist of his fist, a third finger stretching you out to the point of discomfort, the burn laced with a touch of pleasure, you cried out.
“God, no, no Daddy. Please, please I think I’m gon--”
“Oh no, no you’re not. You’ve been a real cocktease tonight, Princess. They don’t get to come.”
You could have sobbed when he withdrew his digits, your cunt clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of his expert touch.
With a gentle shove between your shoulder blades, he pushed you down, your chest meeting the mattress. One hand wrapped around your thighs, he yanked your ass up high in the air, your conscious feeling the weight behind you ease.
Looking back over your shoulder, your eyes widened at the sight of him pulling off his clothes -- leaving him naked, magnificent cock throbbing from the strain of his erection.
“You wanna come don’t you? Tell Daddy how bad, beg for it.”
You watched as he palmed at his length, slow and dirty, never once breaking eye contact. His head cocked to the side, his lips pouted, mocking you as you undulated your hips in desperation.
“Please, I’m sorry Daddy.” Your voice was shaky, the tension in your belly slowly unwinding, driving your farther away from the edge of bliss. “I w-won’t go out with Peter. I’ll-I’ll be a good girl, please.”
With a sadistic smirk plastered across his face, he climbed onto the bed behind you, the sensation of his cock bobbing between your legs making you shiver.
“It’s okay, Princess. I know you get jealous.” The tip of him ran the length of your slit, your tight hole quivering in anticipation. “You know I think of you when I fuck her, right?”
His obscene words should have made you recoil in disgust, but instead you found your heart beating just that little bit faster in your chest, the slick between your thighs growing by the second.
“I think of this tight, fresh cunt.” Inch by agonising inch, he stretched out your walls, a grunt of satisfaction rumbling in his chest. “I think about how good that tight ass looks bouncin’ on my dick.”
The praise had you writhing, hands braced against the headboard as you pushed back to meet his firm, insistent thrusts. His cock growing ever harder inside you, you took him to the hilt, grinding your ass back against his pelvis, desperate for every bit of him.
“That’s it, just like that. You know how Daddy likes it, don’t you Princess?” It was rhetorical, but you nodded your head all the same, kitten-like mewls falling from your lips. “She can’t fuck me like this, not like you. You just wanna make Daddy feel good, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, fuck, s’all I want.”
The eagerness in your voice had him pounding into you, the pressure of him driving up against your cervix causing you to sink your teeth into the pillow. His fingernails bit into the flesh of your waist, the cool sting of his wedding ring tickling your skin.
“Fuck,” he purred, sitting back slightly on his knees to take in the sight of your drenched cunt swallowing his dick. “Lookit you, taking Daddy’s cock like a perfect little fucktoy. That what you want, baby? Wanna be Daddy’s little fuck toy?”
One hand tangled in your hair, holding your head down against the pillow, the other gripping the flesh of your ass; he fucked you, fucked you like he owned every part of you.
“Yes - shit - yes!” Your garbled cries muffled by soft cotton, you braced yourself. The invisible coil of pleasure threatening to snap between your thighs. “Oh fuck! Fuck, please! Can’t—”
“Can feel it, go on baby, gonna fill you up. Fuck it all up into you, make sure you remember who this pussy belongs to.”
Your eyes rolling back, spine seizing up as he drove you into the mattress, you shattered. Bliss so intense, you couldn’t stop your knees from giving out, shaking and whimpering against the comforter like the fucked out, mess of a girl you were.
He followed you down, chest flush against your back, his mouth devouring the delicate flesh at the nape of your neck, teeth grazing over the knot of your spine possessively.
Hips rutting against your ass, his movements stuttered; cock throbbing inside you, warmth filling you up as his spend smattered against your bruised walls.
“Milk Daddy’s cock, Princess. Milk it with that pretty cunt.”
Your muscles spasmed, pulling him in, holding him inside the warm confines of your core, your cunt pulsing wildly as the blood rushed to the surface.
Floating in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you shuddered at the feel of his breath rasping against your cheek, the way his tongue snaked out to lap at the stray tears falling from your hazy eyes.
“Make sure you let Parker down gently, hmm? Not his fault you’re such a cockhungry bitch is it?”
A/N: You can read the third instalment The Pure and The Poison HERE. Thanks for reading!
heyyy so could you do megumi, choso, yuuji, and nanamis (who ever else you’d like) reaction to you doing this tiktok trend ⬇️
love your works by the way! 💕
peppering their face with kisses tik tok trend
[with: megumi, choso, nanami]
[a/n: !suggestive! ig?? (also i kinda changed up the trend a bit and only did three cause i ran out of ideas ;) yes yes yes- ok so the video wasn’t available but i feel like i clicked on it earlier and it was the one with the song “by the sea” with helena bonham carter and johnny depp? idk but i’ll link one here- ENJOY]
-> NANAMI had just gotten home, eyelids heavy from a long day of work, hands fumbling with the knot in his tie trying to loosen it as he hears your foot steps pad down the hall- glancing up for half a second to see a smirk plastered on your lips as you walk up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. you can feel a smile turning the corners of his mouth as you go to press another kiss to the bridge of his nose, to his forehead, to his other cheek, finally resting on his mouth as you loop your arms around his neck, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks “hey kento” “hi y/n, seems like someone missed me” you hum, detangling your arms from his neck as you make yourself busy fiddling with his tie, fingers easily untying on the knot as nanami’s hands settle on your waist. feeling a finger tap your hip, you look up to see his eyes glowing a little brighter as he leans back in to kiss you, lifting one hand to tilt your face upwards, you tugging lightly on his tie, pulling him over to meet you, a soft groan leaving him as you pull away “welcome home”
-> CHOSO had been half lying-half sitting on the couch, arms clutching a pillow as he scrolled through his phone, oblivious to you turning the corner of the couch, headed straight towards him. letting out a sigh, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as he tosses the pillow away with a huff, a lazy smile stretching his features as you takes you in, warmth pooling in his gaze. sliding your hands up his arms, you pull him closer, beginning to pepper his face with kisses as he melts against you. you can feel him beginning to get impatient as he pulls you closer towards him, planting his lips on yours, deepening the kiss as his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, a soft groan leaving his lips as you pull back just slightly “what was that for?” his voice husky as he runs a hand down your arm “just felt like kissing you, why?” “no not that- why’d ya pull away?” “you like my kisses?” shaking his head, he tugs you back in for one more kiss, finger tracing your jaw line as he mumbles something against your lips “huh?” “i said- i Love your kisses”
-> MEGUMI you had been lying underneath him, hands resting on his back as he nuzzled his head into your neck, breath hot against your skin “gumi” “mhm?” you shift underneath him as he pulls back, megumi leaning on his forearms as you rest your hands on his cheeks, eyes softening as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, a kiss to his forehead, a kiss to the slope of his jaw, a kiss to his temple, anywhere and everywhere you can reach all the while megumi is blushing brighter than a tomato, eyes frantically darting around, not sure where to look. breathing a sigh of relief as you pull back, he drops back down against you with a slight oof, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling who knows what as he pulls you tighter against him “you good over there?” “whasfsd wasds thas faorur” “what’dya say?” “what was that for” “you’re sugar bowl was low” “my what?” you sigh, bringing up a hand to scratch his head “i said ur sugar bowl was low, you needed kisses” “kisses” he deadpans, not bothering to hoist himself back up to look at you “yeah” he’s silent for a few moments before you feel him begin to press light kisses against your collar bone “well i guess- that means- that your’s- is pretty low- right now- huh?” you chuckle lightly, a soft sigh parting your lips as you melt into the couch, megumi’s lips trailing from your collar bone, up your neck, hungrier with each kiss until he reaches your mouth, pressing one long final kiss before lifting himself off you and the couch “that’s all for you” no fair, come back here and give me kiss pls and thanks
- When they first got Harry, Remus wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Everything had happened so quickly, he had no time to grieve the loss of his friends before he was handed a small human with no sense of how to look after it. At first he panicked, never holding Harry, always letting Sirius look after him, shutting himself away so he didn’t have to acknowledge the situation they were in.
- He soon realised that that wasn’t fair on anyone, and began to spend more time with Harry.
- It took a while, but they began to fall into a routine, Sirius would look after Harry in the morning (Remus couldn’t get out of bed before noon), and Remus would give him attention in the afternoon. They would go out into the village, play with new toys, read stories, plant flowers in the back garden.
- It was on a summer afternoon when Harry said his first word. Remus was playing with him, swinging him around in his arms whilst Harry giggled and squealed, clutching his hair with his tiny fists. He tugged on his curls as Remus stopped to put him down, opening his mouth and gurgling “Moomee.” Remus froze, and Harry laughed again. “Moomee, Moomee, Moomee!”
- “Sirius! Sirius, come here!”
“What, what’s wrong?”
“Listen, go on Harry, say it again, Mooooony.”
“Holy shit. Okay Harry, say Padfoot. Pad-foot.”
“I think he just likes me better, Pads.”
- They had a ‘party’ that evening, celebratory noodles and garlic bread, Remus even gave Harry some of his chocolate bar, much to he Sirius’ dismay. “How come he gets your chocolate! All he did was say a few words!” “He’s a baby, Sirius.”
- After that day, Harry started speaking more, and soon enough they had a small child of four running around and grabbing their legs. He was a good kid, helped Sirius cook meals and cuddled Remus after full moons.
- He would wait outside Sirius and Remus’ bedroom door, waiting until Sirius allowed him to come in, before climbing carefully onto the bed where Remus was laying.
“Padfoo said Moomee’s sick,” he said, frowning at Remus.
“Moomee isn’t feeling very well at the moment,” Remus replied, smiling weakly.
“Like when I have stomach bugs?”
“Yes, like when you have stomach bugs.”
Harry scrunched up his face. “Want a hug? Paddy said you feel better with cuddles.”
“I would love a cuddle.”
- It wasn’t long after Harry turned five when they decided to tell him about his parents.
- They’d been putting it off until he was old enough where he could full understand, but not old enough that he would believe that they’d been lying to him for his life. That was the last thing they wanted. They started the process slowly, telling bedtime stories about James and Lily, showing him photographs and letters.
- “That’s my mummy?” he questioned one evening, pointing to the photo they had presented him with.
“And that’s your dad,” Remus said.
Harry looked up at them with wide, green eyes. “You’re not my dad?”
“We’re your dads now, little sprog,” Sirius said with a small smile, “But that’s your real dad, that’s why you look just like him.”
Harry nodded, holding the photograph in front of his face and giving both James and Lily a kiss.
“Kisses for mummy and daddy!”
He didn’t fully understand when Remus started crying.
“I made Moomee sad,” he said when Remus left the room.
“You didn’t make Moomee sad, Prongslet,” Sirius reassured, pulling him for a hug. “Moomee just...he just misses your mummy and daddy.”
“Because they’re gone?”
“Yes. Because they’re gone.”
“Do you miss my mummy and daddy?”
Sirius swallowed the lump building in his throat. “I miss them lots and lots.”
“Do I make you sad?”
“No,” Sirius said, shaking his head. He ruffled the boys mess of hair, making him giggle. “You make me very, very happy.”
This lookS so much like What I imagine wolfstar to be. They are my confort Ship/OTP. They say that when you ship a couple is because you see yourself as one of them and the other as your ideal partner, honestly, I believe this to be true. The worst thing is that i think I found my Sirius.
Congratulations for reaching this many followers! Can we get 15 and 19 with Hawks please? ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
A/N: holds out hands.. please, take this humble offering of soft birb 😌
Hawks: “I love the sounds you make when you come undone,” “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Hawks had no shame as he leaned against the door frame, golden irises locked in a smoldering gaze towards you, the darkness of his pupils fanning over the exposed stretches of skin before him. You shifted within the tub, feeling hot water lap at your skin, droplets kissing the hollow of your neck. You picked at the chipping paint on the porcelain, watching the flakes dip into the water and sink to the bottom near your legs. You felt weightless, curves floating like Cassiopeia in the night sky, muted vanity within the water.
Gently, you raised your eyes to meet his. With this acknowledgment he entered the washroom, padding to the claw foot tub before stopping just before you. There was no embarrassment between you, just steady gazes, chests heavy with breath. Silently, he leant down and took your chin into his hand, causing your lips to purse, wet and ready to be kissed. He watched a water droplet cascade from your damp hairline to the side of your mouth, catching it before it sunk into your lips, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the supple flesh.
“You have no idea how much I want you.” He breathed out, the little black marks in the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled, genuine and soft.
“I have a good idea, Hawks, you tell me every day.”
“Let me show you.”
Your relationship was easy and flirty, never going past brushing touches or banter laced with innuendo that was never fulfilled. But tonight, with your guard down and your curiosity peaked, letting him in seemed harmless.
With your approving nod, he shed his clothes, wings fluffing as cotton passed them by.
You sat up and allowed him to fall in behind you, legs resting on either side of your body with your back to his lithe chest. Crimson wings spread around the sides of the tub, the tip ends of a few feathers dipping into the water, bleeding into the watery blue. His calloused hands rested on your thighs and he could hear your intake of breath when he did so, more excitement than shock. Your lips pressed against the pulse of his neck when your head lolled back to his shoulder.
The water sloshed against the sides of the tub as he moved his hands to your body. He was soft, languid, fingers sinking between your curves as if you were the one made of porcelain. He cupped your breasts, felt their weight, thumbs skating across your skin under the watery surface. You felt weak, relaxed, ready to fall into him and sink into his body, become lulled by his tenderly thrumming heart, lost in the flaxen curls that framed your vision.
A tentative hand threaded into your hair, unsure of what you liked, of what he was allowed to do with the divinity within his lap. He tugged at the strands, coaxing you to bare your neck for him. He kept you still as he reveled in your succulent neck, kissing and nipping your skin. A breathy moan left your lips and your eyes fluttered up toward the ceiling, forced to only feel what his lips did to you, his golden head blocking your view. Your thighs squeezed together when he bit a very tender muscle on your neck, sucking and letting his saliva drip down to your collarbone. With your hands, you pressed against his thighs and he released his hold on your hair, moving away from your neck and offering his lips for you to kiss. Complying, your mouths hungrily found one another, enveloped in an unknown, exploratory dance, the two of you like the ripples your bodies created within the bath.
One of his hands abandoned your breast, discovering new parts of the cosmos that was your body, the pads of his fingers mapping a new path. You spread your legs, moaning against his mouth as he found the softest of flesh between them. There was still confidence in his hesitancy, power behind his touch, as his fingers dipped inside of you. He curled the digits just right and your mouth left his, breathy moans escaping your lips along with mumbles of curses.
“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” He smiled as he said it, eyes drinking in the sight of you before him, open mouthed and flushed in his arms. You could feel his hardness behind you, pressing against the slope of your lower back, but he was calm, content on pleasuring you. More of his wings fell into the water, uncared for as he focused his attentions on you, coming undone himself as he marveled over the beauty within his arms.
He toyed with your nipple in one hand, feeling the tender flesh pebble as if his fingers were a brook, rolling and swirling across the hardening bud. The other continued to dreamily curl and press inside of you, feeling your walls tighten at his movements. He was Apollo strumming his harp, playing you to see what sounds you would make for him, crafting ballads from your moans and librettos from your gasps, only to ever be heard by him.
To celebrate this blog hitting 2000 followers (thank you all!), here’s my little superstar Torchic the golden Sebright hen demonstrating that, just like parrots, chickens can be trained to willingly participate in their own routine physical examinations at the vet!
For a ton of reasons, pet chickens probably aren’t taken to be seen by an avian veterinarian nearly as often as they should be. One reason probably has to do with the fact that veterinary staff often end up completely restraining birds with hands and towels for physical exams. This is problematic because 1) it gives pet owners the perception that the vet staff aren’t familiar with how to handle birds, making them less likely to return for another appointment, and 2) even in chickens that are “used to” being picked up and don’t show any outward signs of fear or anxiety, manual restraint is inherently stressful to a prey animal, especially when it’s done by humans the bird isn’t familiar with. However, almost an entire exam can be done nearly hands-free using positive reinforcement and thoughtful reading of the bird’s body language. This minimizes stress for the patient, owner, and staff during the process and for future appointments.
Here, I positively reinforce the behaviours that I want Torchic to perform during four key components of the avian physical exam:
1) Measuring her weight. Weekly or even daily weight measurements are important in monitoring a bird’s health, and even more so the smaller they are. Rather than unceremoniously stuffing Torchic in a box on top of the scale and weighing her that way (though I have seen worse “techniques” used out there), I can make the process more rewarding and less stressful by training her to “station” onto the scale on cue. Stationing, or shifting, is a technique that trainers use to get an animal to go and stay at a certain spot, either by pointing or tapping at it, or simply using a verbal cue. Here, Torchic gets a mealworm if she steps onto the scale on cue, and waits there calmly until I’m able to get a reading.
2) Assessing her body condition. Numerical weights alone often don’t give vets enough information about an animal’s overall health, so they’re often considered in the context of a body condition score - this is the assessment of the distribution of muscle vs. fat tissue on major areas of the body. In birds, this is done by palpating, or thoroughly feeling the tissue over the keel bone, which is covered by the pectoralis (breast) muscles (responsible for generating power during flight). Without prior training, this part of the physical exam often makes birds feel a little ticklish and uncomfortable, or even terrified if they’re already afraid of being touched. I started off by reinforcing calm behaviour with very brief (< 1 second) and gentle pokes, and slowly worked up to being able to feel Torchic’s keel for longer and longer durations. On top of that, I use a verbal cue (”keel!”) beforehand to let Torchic know that I’m going to be all up in her personal space for a few seconds, so that she can mentally prepare herself a bit.
3) Examining the feet. Chickens in particular can be prone to developing diseases of the feet such as bumblefoot, so it’s a good idea to take a good look at their foot pads regularly to watch out for any lesions like open wounds, discoloration, etc. Just like with her keel, I use a verbal cue (”foot”) before I gently lift up one of her toes. If she lets me lift up her entire foot and take a close look at it without kicking or stomping or pulling away, she’s rewarded with another mealworm.
4) Heart auscultation. When vets listen to, or auscultate, an animal’s heart, they make sure to get a heart rate, and pay close attention to whether they hear any murmurs or abnormal rhythms. Again, same principles as with the keel palpation, except there was a bit more training required to get Torchic comfortable with the stethoscope being held against her for the full 10 seconds (which I didn’t even get to in this video before she gently nudged the scope away with her foot - not every training session is perfect!).
In between all of that, I make sure to reinforce desirable behaviours throughout the entire exam. This includes moments when Torchic’s just acting calm and engaged in the session, as well as stepping up onto my hand or back onto the counter on cue. The point is to make the whole thing as positive as possible to minimize stress.
It didn’t take months of training for Torchic to get to this point. All it took was 10-minute sessions every day or two for a couple of weeks, and careful observation of her body language to make sure she was always happy to participate, and never feeling scared, frustrated, etc. Nearly all of my birds have these and other basic health management behaviours down pat, and it’s worth the little bit of time and effort that goes into training because the vet hospital doesn’t have to be this stressful, terrifying place. A pet’s quality of life is vastly improved if they’re able to go in for routine vet visits without being unnecessarily manhandled.
prompt: “i missed your arms around me so i came to cuddle.”
word count: 1180
warnings: fluff, probably overuse of the word ‘malishka’
a/n: congrats @pad-foots for 500! i’m so proud of you! thanks for the tag, and i hope you like it!
“Freddie? Where are you? I’m home!” You called from the entryway of your flat above the joke shop. It’d been a long day at work and you were ready to put your feet up and relax. According to Fred, however, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“Darling? Where are you? I’m making tea, do you want some?” You busied yourself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and getting two tea cups. “Fred?” You hadn’t heard anything from him yet, so you checked your phone. Nothing.
You started to wander the apartment, calling his name and peeking your head into the occasional room. You still couldn’t find him. Only when you entered your bedroom did you find a clue to his whereabouts. You found a note on the neatly made bed, and you recognized his unique handwriting.
Hello darling. As you can probably tell, I’m hiding. Come and find me xo
P.S. yes, I would like some tea
“Wow. This man is going to be the death of me.” You thought aloud, smiling to yourself. After you searched for him in the last few remaining rooms, you heard a rustling from the linen closet to your right. A smirk growing on your face, you mockingly said, “Well, I wonder where Freddie could be!” You started to slowly reach for the doorknob when it started to turn at its own accord.
“There is no Freddie. He’s not here right now. This is Fredrick.”
Yeaaa, it was Fred, just with a Russian accent. A terrible Russian accent.
“Well then, Frederick, what are you doing in there?” You rolled your eyes, totally accustomed to this behaviour. “I am on a very secret mission, so let me do my duty, sexy but annoying woman,” His harsh accent came from the other side of the door and you couldn’t help but double over in laughter. “Freddie, come on. Just come out already!” You laughed, tears forming in your eyes.
“Well, my mission was to sweep the area, but now I think I can scrub that and take you in for questioning. You’ve seen too much!” The door creaked open, slowly, revealing the red, fiery hair of your husband and the mischievous look on his face. “Well, well, well. Malishka, what am I going to do with you?” He purred, his large frame leaving the closet and towering over you.
“Well, I dunno. You’re gonna have to catch me first!” The tense atmosphere was broken by your cute smile and speedy run. Fred couldn’t help but break character for a split second before chasing after you. Since you got a good head start, you were able to keep out of sight. Running out of ideas of where to hide, you went to the first place that came to mind: the bedroom.
After you scampered into the room and quietly closed the door, you went under the bed, with your feet closest to the edge of the bed. You tried to rearrange yourself so you could see if he came in, but the space was too tight a fit. So you just waited there, quick little breaths leaving your chest and excitement in your eyes.
His footsteps grew closer, the floor creaking under his weight. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling, which made the creaking stop, and then quicken, coming in your direction. “Oh shit,” You whispered to yourself, mentally kicking yourself.
“Malishka, where are you?” He said the last word all drawn out, his movements slow and deliberate. You could hear the soft pats of his socked feet on the carpet, and it made your heartbeat quicken in excitement.
Once you thought he’d left the room, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, relieved that he’d gone. Well, you thought he’d gone.
“Oh, malishka, come here,” You felt two large, strong hands wrap around your ankles and you let out a squeak as your belly got a slight rug burn. Once you were out from under the bed, you flipped over quickly to see ‘Frederick’ standing over you, a stupid smile on his face.
“I have you now!” He lowered his voice to match that of Darth Vader and reached down to gently tickle your belly. “I shouldn’t have let you watch those Muggle movies, Freddie,” You giggled, squirming on the floor.
“Well, I see that Frederick is gone,” You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Who is this Frederick you speak of, darling? I’ve never heard of him,” His voice trailed off as he leaned down to pick you up and carry you to the kitchen, where the kettle seemed to be screaming.
He set you down with a kiss on your forehead and set to making two cups of tea. You sat yourself at the counter, watching him with your head resting on your hand. “So, Y/N, how was your day?” He turned around, carrying the steaming cups of tea and setting them down on the marble counter.
You just sat there, mouth agape, wondering if he was just going to ignore the events that’d just unfolded a few moments before. “Uh, did you not just chase me down? Or did that not happen?” You furrowed your eyebrows, curious to see what his next move would be. A small smirk appeared on his gorgeous face, and all he said was, “No idea, malishka,” accompanied with his signature wink. “Anyway, wanna cuddle?” He chirped, rather cheerful all of a sudden. You just rolled your eyes and followed him to the bedroom, tea in hand.
Once you were both situated under the fluffy blankets and propped up by innumerable pillows, you leaned against him with your head under his chin. He started stroking your hair, but that didn’t stop you from telling him off about before, and how unnecessary the whole ordeal was. His response seemed very well rehearsed.
“Darling, I missed your arms around me, so I came to cuddle! That’s it! I’m innocent! Nothing but good intentions on this mind. I did nothing wrong. Also, I don’t know about this Frederick fellow. How did he even get it? Seems rather suspicious. And handsome. Troublesome, but handsome,” His voice trailed off as you began to giggle. The laugher only grew louder when he started to tickle your belly, and after that, a full-blown tickle fight ensued.
A quarter of an hour later, you both had collapsed on the bed, which was now completely disarranged, chests heaving and light giggles leaving your lips. “Ok, next time, if you want cuddles, just say so.” You breathed, never wanting those kinds of shenanigans to go down again.
“I can’t make any promises, Y/N. Now come back here and cuddle me, malishka.” He held out his arms, and slapped his hands at you; quite childish, but then again, isn’t that Fred?
“Freddie, what does ‘Malishka’ mean?” You asked, snuggling in close to him. He chuckled and leaned in close and whispered in your ear, “It means ‘baby girl,’ Y/N.”
The blush on your face sent Fred into another fit of laughter which would later lead to another wrestling match. Then again, there would always be more to come.
prompt: ‘you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do’ - good 4 u, olivia rodrigo
written for day 3 of my 7 days of angst writing challenge!
a/n: sorry this is late :,) i struggled with this prompt but hi, have this anyway
warnings: unrequited love, mentions of death, violence
word count: 1.4k
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You didn’t believe Steve when he told you that Bucky had returned.
You thought it was a joke. A sick, cruel joke at that. But, you knew that Steve Rogers would never joke about something like that. The tears brimming his eyes and the slight quiver of his lip as he uttered the name of your past lover was enough to prove the truth. The way Steve held you closer to his chest than he ever had before only proved it further.
And then, you were hit with an even bigger blow as you were informed that Bucky was brainwashed and didn’t even remember Steve. It would be unlikely that he would remember you.
Seeing Bucky fall from the train decades ago was painful enough. And then, crashing into the ice alongside Steve sent searing pain through your body that you could never forget. At least then, you died believing that you and Bucky would be together again in some way. The universe works oddly like that, uniting people in death that never had enough time in life.
But, your dreams were crushed. You were brought back, and you had immediately asked for Bucky, assuming that if you lived, then he must have to. It seemed that the strings that controlled your fates had frayed on Bucky’s behalf.
You tried to move on. It was too difficult, though. The two of you had died loving one another, and it was hard to move on from that as his love was all you knew. You couldn’t imagine the hands of someone else in yours, or somebody else’s soft breath against the back of your neck as you slept. So, you sat comfortably with the fact that you were loved by Bucky.
But, now, he was there. Alive and full of views that he never held before. The same hands that held yours so delicately now curled into fists and sent you flying to the ground. The same voice that used to call you ‘darling’ and ask you to dance now told you that he didn’t know who you were, that you were just a mission to him. He was not the Bucky you had known in the 1940s, and you were afraid he never would be.
The next few years were difficult for both you and Bucky. Bucky, as he was mostly alone and struggling to remember who he was. You, because Bucky remembered Steve now, he even remembered Steve’s mother, but he didn’t remember you. You were afraid he never would.
The safe haven that held your heart was stripped away. Bucky was back, and he didn’t love you. Not anymore. His love had been unwillingly stripped away in an attempt to hurt him. Really, it only ended up hurting you more.
Then again, you hadn’t told him about what the pair of you used to have. Many said that it was best to let the memories come naturally, that encouragement was fine but not to go further. But now, he’d remembered almost everything except you. Now, you sat with Steve, almost in tears as you tried to decide on your next move.
“Maybe telling him is for the best,” said Steve. “It might jog his memory.”
You shook your head, scoffing. “He’d have remembered by now, Steve. It’s not worth it.”
“Y/N, come on,” sighed Steve, fed up with your stubbornness. “If it was you, he’d stop at nothing to get you to remember.”
“Yeah, if this was the 40s,” you replied bitterly. “I’m not going to embarrass myself, Steve.”
“You won't embarrass yourself,” assured Steve, shuffling closer and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his side, your head on his shoulder as you let out an exasperated sigh. “But, I think it’s worth a try. Even if nothing comes of it, it might help to get it off your chest.”
So, a few hours later, you found yourself walking down the corridor to Bucky’s apartment. All you could think of were all the ways that this could go wrong - but you powered through. More for Steve than yourself. Steve was always your biggest supporter, and you knew he couldn’t be left in the dark much longer. You took a deep breath, and then you knocked.
“Y/N,” smiled Bucky upon opening the door. Despite the pleased tone, he looked surprised. “I didn’t know you were coming over. Come in!”
“It was quite an impulsive decision,” you said, laughing awkwardly as you walked into Bucky’s apartment. It was surprisingly clean, and the mixture of dark oak furniture, dark green walls and light grey couches made it feel homey.
“Really?” responded Bucky, taken aback. “That’s not like you.”
You laughed, not really knowing how to respond. It pained you that Bucky knew you so well, yet not at all. You fiddled with the hem of your sweatshirt anxiously, trying to focus on anything except the expectant look on Bucky’s face.
“Is everything okay?” asked Bucky, taking one of your unsteady hands into his with a frown. “You’re shaking. What’s up? Did somebody hurt you?”
It took a lot of self control not to hiss ‘you’ at the man sitting in front of you. He didn’t deserve that. But, your hands in his spread nothing but ghastly agony throughout your body, knowing that it didn’t mean anything although it did before.
“I, um,” you paused, tears brimming in your eyes as you tried to find the right words.
“Hey, hey. Don’t cry,” said Bucky, pulling you into a gentle hug that only seemed to make everything worse despite the intentions to make everything better. You sobbed into his chest. “You’re okay. You’re safe here.”
You managed to calm down after a few minutes, and you pulled away from the hug and leaned back against the couch, trying your best to ignore the raging anxiety in your chest as you faced Bucky.
“No one hurt me,” you confirmed, mind too clouded to giggle at the way Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I- I love you. I’m sorry, I don’t know how to say it. Hell, I’ve been trying for so long now, I thought I’d have found the words. I loved you back then, and I still love you now, and-”
“Wait,” interrupted Bucky, holding a hand up to stop you talking. “What do you mean ‘back then’?”
“I was there. In the 40s,” you explained.
The only word you could use to describe Bucky in that moment was confused. He looked unsure of himself, worried of what else he had missed because he was so sure that he’d be able to remember somebody like you. Bucky shook his head. No matter how many memories he surfed through, he had no recollection of knowing you until recently.
“I don’t remember,” said Bucky. He seemed frustrated, and he was. He wanted to remember, but he just couldn’t. “I wish I did. I’m sorry. I wish I could love you again but I just…”
“It’s okay,” you said with a halfhearted laugh, your voice cracking with emotion as you spoke. “I get it. Maybe in another time things will be different.”
“Maybe in another time,” repeated Bucky, nodding with the smallest of smiles. “I don’t suppose you’d like to stay for dinner?”
You let out a laugh at Bucky’s teasing tone, swatting his upper arm. “I think I need a bit of time to process this. Thanks for not being an asshole about it.”
“My pleasure,” responded Bucky, the two of you approaching the door. “It was brave of you to tell me. I don't think I’d ever be able to.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Steve,” you said. You were much calmer now, Bucky’s response putting you at ease. Maybe in another time, you thought.
“Meddling little bastard,” laughed Bucky. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”
As you walked home, you were somewhat grateful for the outcome. Bucky wasn’t hurting the way that you did, and you were glad of that. The reassurance that perhaps that love would blossom again one day brought you peace. Maybe in another time, you would love one another as unconditionally as you once did.
request/summary: the world has it ironic’s ways of listening to your prayers
pairing: sirius black x reader & sirius black x remus lupin
prompt: “you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do” from @pad-foots 7 days of angst challenge!
word count: 2.3K
warnings: fem!lupin!reader, gay!sirius, angst, break up, slightly homophobia, mentions of anxiety, food/eating and wolfstar, prompt will be in italic
a/n: gif not mine, credit to the owner! i couldn’t take this idea out of my head, ever since i saw the challenge so here it is!! i hope y’all like it!! if there’s any misspellings or something you think i could improve, please tell me!!
he was there, sitting side by side with your brother as usual, but today, it looked different, like they were... closer
you kept quiet as you walked to them, a small forced smile in your face, threatening to fall as you got closer and closer to the marauders
the marauders were a group of boys, starting with james potter, that one person who never once left your side since your first year and always supported you through your decisions — a big brother, really.
peter pettigrew, that one guy who helped you feel better after everything and would make stupid jokes just to see you smile, sorta like a little brother, even though he’s older.
remus lupin, your actual brother, who always was there just as same as you were for him, never once giving up on his baby sister even with his fury problem.
and then there was one more, he wasn’t your brother, nor close to it
he was, after all, sirius black, your ex-boyfriend, that one guy who all girls want but can’t have
they can’t blame him though, he didn’t choose that, he didn’t choose to be gay, but that doesn’t change the fact he played with them as he was confused, using them as a way to be sure about his sexual orientation.
ok well, maybe there’s no ‘they’, maybe there’s just you, but that doesn’t matter. not to him anyways, and apparently not to your supposedly brothers either
“hey little moony, watcha doin’?” james smiled as you sat down, he poked your face with a silly giggle and you rolled your eyes
“hi prongs, i’m eating, are you blind?” you smirked and poked his glasses in response as the boys around you laughed, well, two of them did
“oi y/n! that’s a sensitive spot!”
“sorry” you laughed, taking another bite and james cleaned his glasses with a huff, looking at you somewhat angrily, but the small smile broke it off
“yer not” peter chimed in, sitting on your other side with a goofy grin and you quickly responded “true” pretending to whisper but loud enough so that the boy on your right could hear it
it felt good, laughing with the boys, it almost sounded normal again, they weren’t weird about joking with you anymore, or scared to sadden you. the marauders were back to being your annoyingly loving brothers, or at least you thought so
“y/n?” remus clearly hesitated before calling your name, you hated when he did that because it mostly meant something bad, and you didn’t want to break the good atmosphere, so you answered as calm as you could
“can we talk? privately.” he motioned for you to follow him as he got up, not giving you a chance to deny it
and you did what he asked, looking confused to the boys who only smiled encouraging, you felt a pair of eyes as you left and realized sirius was looking at you, the anxiety only grew when you recognized the look on his face
he looked troubled and remus sounded hesitant, the last time that happened your brother sat you down to have the sex talk
“so…?” you anxiously played with your fingers,
“im dating someone” he blurted it out and you almost choke on the air, not expecting that, you smiled and laughed, smacking his arm lightly as you kept asking him about it “what? how? why didn’t you tell me sooner! who? it’s a she, he or they??? don’t shut up now!” all remus did was awkwardly play with his fingers, embarrassed
“i… y/n/n, look, i didn’t told you any sooner ‘cause i was scared how you would react” his voice was loud, ashamed and you rolled your eyes at his childish manners
did he really thought you would be mad because of a relationship?
“what is it? tell me already, just because i left a relationship weeks ago doesn’t mean i’m gonna hate you for dating someone!” even at the mention of the break up your smile didn’t falter, too catch up on the dating thing
“i love you, i really do, and i’m honestly so sorry but i can decide how i feel” remus finished just as fast as he started, not giving you a chance to ask further, you tried to interrupt calling his name but he spoke before you could finish whatever thing you wanted to say
“im dating sirius!”
he looked up, finally, allowing himself to look at your fragile body, he could feel the heartbreak and the betrayal. “w… what?” for godric’s sake, he wanted so bad to laugh, to tell you it’s just a joke, but he couldn’t, because it wasn’t and he hated himself for that
“yeah…” he looked down again, not being capable of looking at your tearful eyes, he was your big brother damnit, his job was to avoid boys breaking your heart not breaking it himself!
“i- i can’t believe in this, you’re… when?” your voice trembled and you couldn’t stop the tears to come, if it wasn’t for your heart beating faster you would’ve thought there was no heart there at all, just empty, sad and broken void
“a few days after you broke things off he came after me for comfort, and… and i guess things just flew” he visibly cringes at his excuse, it’s not a lie but that doesn’t make it any better. he knew what he was getting himself into, but he loved the troubled boy since he was twelve, could anyone blame him, really?
“flew? you’re dating my ex-boyfriend, remus! i know you can’t decide who you like, but it’s been fourteen days!” your sad tears turned into angry ones, he understood that, you had every right to be mad or sad, or both. but before he could defend himself you kept going, voice in a mix of anger and sadness “how long?”
“we’ve been together for a week now…” he regrets as soon as the words leaves his mouth, he can clearly catch the moment your last piece of hope crashes when he does so, and when you answer him with sarcasm, he knows you’re way too hurt.
“oh... i don’t know what’s worse really” a small ironic chuckle scapes, using the back of your hand to clean your face, you couldn’t help but keep going “my brother is dating my ex or that he waited a week to tell me! you know what’s funny?? me and black broke things off two weeks ago.” it was all pure venom, his heart pang at the thought of you hating him or ignoring him because of a boy
but sirius wasn’t just a simple boy, remus loved him since they were kids, but then again, so did you.
“im sorry y/n/n, i…” he couldn’t keep going, too disturbed with his own mind, you both went through so much together and he didn’t want to leave you now, you scoff and looked him disgusted “don’t call me that, and please don’t come after me”
you left before he could do anything and remus only stared as you ran away, he gets why you’re mad, he can see himself in your position and he knows he would do the same. trying his best to not cry he came back to the dining hall while you went to your dorm
you watched all of your classes normally as the day kept going, people wouldn’t notice a change, but it’s not like you weren’t doing this for two weeks already, so it was normal to both you and the kids in your class
since you were a year lower it was easier to avoid the boys, james and peter tried to talk to you but you found a way to make them leave you alone, remus listened to you and didn’t came after you. and sirius stayed away as usual, he probably didn’t even care.
it wasn’t hurting you that your brother was dating your ex, honestly that’s ok, you and sirius weren’t a thing anymore. but it hasn’t even been that long, were you really that easy to move on from? that bad, that it only took him a week?
the classes were over and as usual you went to the library, trying to find some comfort in the fictional world, it felt good for a while and it made you forget, but eventually you left and as you walked to the corridors you couldn’t ignore the sensation of being followed
you knew that feeling, that specific eyes watching your steps, so you sighed and didn’t move, only calling the name of the said observer
“what do you want, black?” your voice was low, threatening, it gave sirius chills, he thought of leaving and letting you and remus deal with it, it was a family issue after all, but he wouldn’t leave moony alone on this one, so he spoke
“look... i know it’s been though, okay? i’ve noticed how you’ve been ignoring me ever since we broke up, and that’s okay, you have every right.”
his voice was low, slow and careful, like he was talking to a child. it made your anger worse “what do you want?” voice even lower and cold, but sirius was already in here, he wouldn’t back up now
“look, im here to apologize, im really sorry, but i... i love moony! i guess i...” he stopped mid-sentence, not having the bravery to keep going
you finally turned his way, a heartbroken smile on your face, tear already forming and your eyes met his greyish ones. you stayed like that for a while, quietly staring at each other, until he broke the spell and looked away, trying to explain himself the best he could “yeah... i guess... look i’m really sorry y/n but i loved you too, i didn’t lie, i never did” his hands tried to grasp yours but you moved away from the boy
“but you didn’t love me as much, did you? i was just a toy, to try and make you believe you didn’t love him, you used me, you knew you didn’t like girls, i was nothing but a test. sirius black had to make sure he didn’t love a boy, so he used the said boy sister, to figure that out”
“i didn’t use you, i really loved you, i swear. but remus is different, not just because i’m gay, but he makes me feel… like myself, you know? i’m not scared to be me when he’s around and i… i told you, i love him”
“so i was a cage? i made you feel like somebody else? you were scared to be yourself when i was around? damn it sirius, i get that you’re gay, you didn’t choose that and i know it, but you used me, made me believe you loved me when you weren’t even attracted to me in the first place! a year sirius! we were together for a whole year!”
he stood there quietly and tried to move closer, ready to open his mouth and maybe defend himself or tell you he did love you, or maybe he would agree, confess he was playing with you. that you would never know, because you didn’t let him speak
“MERLIM SIRIUS CAN YOU JUST- just leave me alone” your patience was running off and anxiety built in the pit of your stomach, not wanting anything but to be alone right now, but sirius was stubborn, so he pleaded you one more time “y/n please, you gotta listen to me”
“i heard enough, i’m glad you found someone who makes you happy, that you can finally be yourself, that you feel free sirius. i... i’m glad you aren’t crying every night, or... or begging for whatever god you believe that this is all a nightmare and your brother isn’t dating the guy you love”
for a moment it felt nice, to talk about it, to actually tell people how you felt even if the situation was horrible, and tears couldn’t stop falling. it was like you were free of the pain and the guilty, free of the judging looks, the crying alone at night in your dorm, it was like you were finally happy again
except you weren’t, not really, it just hurts deeper to speak it out loud, to confess that when you told him that night that things were okay, that you understood and it wasn’t his fault, you lied. you could never change him, it wasn’t up to you to decide, but you couldn’t stop yourself from the anger, the pain. he told you he loved you, since when did he realized that it was not true? that he couldn’t love you like that, did he lied for the past weeks? months? you were together for almost two years, wasn’t it enough for him to realize?
“im glad you’re moving you, i guess, at least you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do” you tried hard to hold your tears but they came faster than you expected, hands and lips trembling as the anxiety dared to make itself known, he looked at you shocked for a while
it was true, he knew you were hurt, maybe not as much, but he did know something didn’t he? or else he wouldn’t come after you, to talk, to explain, to try and apologize
“im sorry…” his voice sounded genuine, but you didn’t know what to believe anymore, your heart was too broken to just a ‘sorry’ heal it
you sighed and looked away from him, not wanting to look at his sad pity eyes anymore “no you’re not, that’s okay, im used to it. now please, just leave me alone” this time he heard you and left with no other interruptions or pleadings
you almost laughed at how ironically similar to your break up this sounded, just like that day, he left with only a few tears on his face, still processing all that happened
while you stood there, not daring to move until he was gone, knowing full well that if you did so, you wouldn’t be able to keep the sobs at bay.
pairings: james potter x reader, mentioned james potter x lily evans, mentioned sirius black x remus lupin
prompt: ‘and in years to come you’ll wander to the place upon our hill’ - elsa’s song, the amazing devils
written for day one of my 7 days of angst writing challenge!
warnings: mentions of death, unrequited love, angst
word count: 1.4k
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You’d never thought you’d return to Hogwarts. Honestly, you never really wanted to.
The hallways felt colder and duller than ever now that they weren’t filled with the laughter of your friends. You felt totally alone at lunch despite being surrounded by welcoming staff and friendly pupils. Classrooms just weren’t the same without scrap bits of parchment with silly notes being handed to you.
You thought that Remus coming to work alongside you in the school would help fill the gaping void that had been destroying you for several years. But, Remus was only a reminder of what you had lost. You never thought that looking at your best friend would hurt, but the sight of Remus Lupin standing there alone with no other Marauders caused you more pain than any curse ever could.
And Remus knew this.
He knew that it pained you to be around him longer than you needed to be. He knew that you coming to Hogwarts would do nothing but ruin you further. You became accustomed to seeing spaces that you couldn’t fill. Crevices in the castle that deserved to be graced with your friends and your laughter. But, those days were gone, and Hogwarts would never experience the chaos the Marauders brought with them again.
Harry Potter’s presence brought mixed emotions, as it often did to most. Though, while many felt that strange, breath-catching mix of awe and fear, your gut wrenched with envy and guilt. Envy, because unlike you, he was with James until the very end. He got to experience all of the love James had to offer, while you received nothing. Hell, you didn’t even know where he was staying until it was too late to pop in and visit him.
But, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were so envious of a child that had lost everything. Guilty because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you and Harry had both lost James now. You weren’t the only person who missed him. If anything, you should have felt protective of Harry. He looked enough like his father, but the urge to protect him in a way that you couldn’t protect James never came. You could barely look at the boy most days.
Your head turned towards the large oak door that shut you off from the rest of the school. A rhythmic knock followed the calling of your name, and the soft tone paired with the three thumps made it easy to recognise Remus. You huffed, closing your leather bound book. You exited the window seat you had been sitting in, leaving behind a beige blanket and dropping the book on your desk as you approached the door.
“Hello,” you greeted, flashing a small smile at your friend. Your voice was hoarse. You hadn’t spoken that day yet. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” dismissed Remus with a shake of his head. “But, I think you do.”
You stared at him dumbfoundedly. You were up to date with all of your work, and you knew that the kids in your class wouldn’t dare take time out of their weekend if they had a problem. Besides, most were probably tucked away in their dorms as the chilly autumn evening approached. You glanced down at Remus’s outstretched hand awkwardly.
“Er, do I?” you questioned with a hesitant laugh.
“Just come for a walk with me,” sighed Remus, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t be so stubborn.”
A walk wouldn’t hurt, you decided. Some time away from the confinement of your room might benefit you. You grabbed your thick grey coat from the hook near your door and put it on, warmth filling your body instantly. Remus leaned in the doorway, eyeing your room as you laced your boots.
“Your room is quite messy considering how much time you spend in it,” commented Remus, almost grimacing at the messy pile of clothes near the end of your unmade bed. “Dumbledore wouldn’t be pleased. And imagine McGonagall. I think she’d cry.”
“Well,” you said firmly, giving Remus a light shove and stepping out of your room, closing the door behind you. “It’s a good thing neither of them will be seeing it, isn’t it?”
“I’d guess not,” chuckled Remus. “Then again, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a clean living space. Your part of the dormitory was always a mess,” Remus pauses, hesitating momentarily. “Nothing has changed.”
You nearly scoff, but you manage to contain yourself. Everything had changed. It was undeniable that Remus hadn’t been hit as hard as you. He didn’t love James the way that you did, and he didn’t have to go every day knowing that that love would never be returned. It wouldn’t have been returned if he was alive. Sometimes, you find yourself wondering whether unrequited love is more painful in life or death.
The pair of you walked mostly in silence. There was nothing to be said. A mention of an old memory came up here and there, but nothing too groundbreaking as you were both uncertain of how much you could take in a day. As you reminded Remus of the time Sirius had fallen from a large oak tree and had branches tangled in his hair, he laughed and attempted to dismiss the pang in his chest. For a moment, he thought that he understood the pain that you felt. He quickly swept away the feeling. At least he lost Sirius knowing that he was and always would be loved by him. You didn’t have that luxury.
“The grounds are so nice this time of year,” you stated, satisfied by the crunch of leaves beneath your boots and the cool breeze in the air.
“Well, we aren’t here to admire that,” replied Remus. He came to a stop at the bottom of a hill, and your breath caught in your throat as you finally realised where he had brought you.
It was a peculiar place that didn’t really fit in with the rest of the castle. It was quite an average sized hill, but beautiful, colourful varieties of flowers covered it from top to bottom. A willow tree sat at the top of the hill. Yes, a real, fresh and ripe willow tree that was not enchanted to bat away curious students. It was a place you hadn’t visited in a long time, and a place that James Potter would never visit again.
“Are you coming?” you asked Remus breathlessly, overwhelmed at the sight of a place you had almost forgotten about despite how dear it was to you.
“I think you need to do this alone,” smiled Remus sympathetically, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll sit down here and wait. Give me a shout if you need anything.”
You nodded with a tight lipped smile, and Remus took a seat on the damp grass, his back pressed against the large oak tree behind him as he watched over the castle grounds. He looked so serene. You didn’t know how he did it.
Taking a deep breath, you took a step onto the dry dirt path of the hill. Your mind was flooded with memories in an instant. You and James had dug the path yourself as evading the flowers had become too difficult. The two of you had made colourful bouquets from the flowers you had plucked and handed them to your favourite teachers and housemates.
The walk up the hill was slower than it ever had been. You and James were usually eager, sprinting up the hill side by side with snacks and card games in hand. But, James wasn’t here now. It was just you. You took the time to admire the flowers like you never had before, plucking daffodils, yellow roses and morning glories. Forget me nots were James’s favourites, but the small blue bundles went unnoticed by you.
You huffed in exhaustion as you finally reached the top, dropping to the fresh green grass and leaning your side against the trunk of the willow tree. The flowers tumbled from your arms, a messy pile of yellows and blues forming under the shade provided by the branches and the leaves. You frowned, twirling a stray rose between your fingers as you contemplated on what to say.
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Cliché by @shysneeze
Only You by @myriadimagines
To Be Loved By You* by @iliveiloveiwrite
Would You Have Me by @leydileyla
I’m Sleeping by @henqtic
Minuet by @delicrieux
Obligatory [series] by @ghostofstudentspast
People You Know by @propinquify
The Poisoning of Draco Malfoy* by @drawlfoy
Bloom* by @/iliveiloveiwrite
Sure to Spark Rumours by @boxofbadaddiction
Spin the Bottle* by @lotsoffandomimagines
Ask the World to Dance by @spxllcxstxr
Collector of Broken Things* by @mjoubertt-1
Dream of Me* by @approved-by-dentists
If This Was Love by @selenes-sun
Lover Boy by @iwritesiriusly
Perfect by @akraziia
Star-Crossed Lovers by @pad-foots
Afraid by @/henqtic
Muggle Devices* by @cupids-crystals
Peppermints and Cologne by @/lotsoffandomimagines
Polaroids by @quillsanddaydreams
Eternity by @scvrllet
Cold to Cozy by @/spxllcxstxr
La vie en rose by @princesse-de-ravenclaw
Peace and Quiet by @/shysneeze
Portraits by @fortisfilia
Hidden Demons by @iamninaanna
Adore You* by @/pad-foots
Dancing in the Moonlight by @/iamninaanna
One Page, One Kiss* by @pepper-up-potion
Winter in the Shade [series] by @willowbleedsonpaper
Wrong Door by @sleep-i-ness
You Know Where to Find Me [series] by @lxncelot
Strawberry Kisses by @pansydaisy
Why Not Me? by @hobisgalaxy
Bubble Gum by @chokemepansy
Acceptance* by @dracossweetprincess
Cliché Sleepovers and Some Popcorn by @/quillsanddaydreams
Strawberry Dress by @/pad-foots
Duty Calls by @/quillsanddaydreams
Glow With Envy by @/leydileyla
Honeyed Eyes* by @minty-malfoy
If I Could Tell Her by @hellounicorn
Jealous, Really? by @dreamy-clousds
I’ll Make a Quidditch Player Out of You by @/coffee--writes
Milk and Honey by @/pansydaisy
Now or Never by @frecklesandfirecrackers
A Little Surprise Called a Kiss by @/lotsoffandomimagines
Back to You by @/chokemepansy
I Like Her Name* by @ladyvesuvia
Nerves by @/chokemepansy
The One by @mugglesthesedays
Dreams Come True by @marauders-lupin
How James Found Out by @lonelyhe4rts
I Will Wait For You by @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins
Summary: Relationships don’t always go the way we want them to. It still doesn’t explain how James moved on this quickly.
A/N: This is written for @pad-foots 7 days of angst. Also, this is probably the first and last time you’ll see me writing about a break up! I can’t handle it in normal circumstances, even though I am in a mood for angst right now. I don’t believe James would ever do anything like this, but please, this is just a fanfiction, okay? So, Kas, if you’re reading this, I hope I won’t dissapoint, but I honestly have no idea what this is.
The day James Potter told you he doesn’t love you anymore was the worst day of your life. You thought the relationship was going good - there wasn’t any fighting, you thought he genuinely enjoyed being around you. He was your first love and first loves always make a big difference in your life. You never forget them - and in your case, the memory will be even more vivid.
It’s a warm and sunny day, perfect for a walk or maybe even a picnic. But today is not just an ordinary day - no, today is the one-year anniversary since you and James became an official couple. The plan you had prepared is perfect. Walking to the spot you first met on, reliving all the happy memories you got out of this year. It’s been the best time in your whole life, finally feeling like you belonged somewhere, belonged with someone.
Stepping into his room you fix your skirt, closing the door behind you. You were about to greet him when you turned around, nothing in your life ever preparing you for what you just saw. There he was, making out with some girl, not even registering that you entered the room. And that’s not the worst part, no, the worst part is that this isn’t some random chick, it’s Lily Evans. He has been pinning over her for years before you two started dating, making this even more painful. She’s everything you’re insecure about, the perfect girl everyone wants. Beautiful eyes and hair, exceptional grades, perfect body, you could go on forever. Seeing them together breaks something in you. Because you really loved James, you cared about him. And what does he do in return? He breaks your already fragile heart by cheating.
You cough, finally shifting their attention to you. They quickly pull away, a scared look on Lily’s face and a - what even is that? Boredom? - evident on James’.
“What the fuck?” you question as you come closer, locking your eyes onto his. You wish for him to apologize, to at least try to explain this. But alas, once again, you expected too much of him.
“It’s not what it looks like.” he starts, his tone telling you he’s not gonna apologize.
“The hell it isn’t. I know what I saw, James. What, are you gonna tell me your tongue wasn’t in her mouth just a minute ago?” you say, somehow managing to keep the anger and the tears at bay. He scoffs, standing up and walking to you, stopping in front of you.
“I think you should go,” he states, pointing his finger at the door.
“Excuse me?” you ask, a little bit taken away by the words he used. The cheating wasn’t the worst part, no, the worst part is that he isn’t even sorry.
“I think you should go,” he repeats, stepping a little closer.
“And I think we should break up,” he adds, removing the ring you bought for him for his last birthday and placing it in the palm of your hand. Some may think you’re a little overreacting, but that ring isn’t just some piece of plastic, it represents your relationship. It represents the love between the two of you.
“Yea, I think we should,” you whisper as you turn around and leave, knowing when you’re not wanted somewhere. As soon as you step out of the room the tears finally escape, your heart shattering into a million pieces, shattering the way you don’t think anyone will be able to fix it.
“C’mon, Y/N, you gotta get up.” Marlene urges as she opens the curtains, letting the sun inside the room. It’s been a week since the incident, the wounds still deep and fresh. You haven’t been outside all week, not feeling like you had the energy to get out of bed. In all honesty, you would probably be dead right now if it wasn’t for Marlene. She’s a true friend, you can see that now. She genuinely cares about you and takes care of you, even when you’re at your lowest.
“But, what if I don’t wanna?” you ask, lazily opening your eyes.
“I don’t care, you’re going,” she states.
“Even if I have to personally drag you,” she adds, a deadpan look evident on her face.
“Ughh, fine, but only cause you asked nicely,” you reply, slowly getting up.
“That’s my girl,” she smiles, already picking up your daily outfit, wanting for you to look as beautiful as you can.
“You’re a true friend, have I told you this already? I feel like I don’t tell you enough. I love you, Marls, and thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you.” you finish your ramble, a single tear rolling down your cheek. She pulls you in for a tight hug, her hand moving up and down your back, a comforting gesture you learned to deeply respect. Pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head she pulls away, giving you the clothes she chose.
“I love you too, now go change, you need to look gorgeous, no scratch that, you need to feel gorgeous,” she says, a small smile printed on her face. You smile back, actually smile for the first time this week. She really knows how to cheer you up.
Unfortunately for you, that happiness didn’t last for long. The first thing you see when you step out of the castle is the new couple laughing at the top of their lungs. You still don’t know how James moved on so quickly, it’s like you two never dated. While you’re here, broken more than you’ve ever been, he’s there, being all lovesick and unbothered by your break-up, like it never happened. And it hurts, it hurts so deeply because he never even apologized, he never explained why. His friends noticed too, they’re concerned, not for him but you. Cause before all this dating happened, you were their friend too. And seeing you like this, made their hearts break a little too. They’ve been checking up on you continuously, and you are so glad they did because even after all this chaos, you know that you still have them. And knowing that, brings you some kind of comfort.
Seeing him so happy, especially with her, breaks something more in you. He moved on so easily, it’s almost unbelievable. Maybe those words haven’t meant anything to him. But they did to you. They meant everything to you. Because in the end, watching him leave is a fate far worse than dying.
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